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March 14th, 2009

Rape Story By abductu

I am a hunter of sorts. Some guys hunt deer, others hunt rabbits, or geese, me, I hunt bitches. No not female dogs, women. I choose to hunt a prey that can think and plan and scheme. Therein is the real sport, who wants to hunt a stupid deer, or rabbit. I want a real challenge, and once the capture is made, the rewards are much more shall we say, entertaining.

I was following this one real lookers for days. Dumb bitch never even noticed me. I was there all the time, tracking her, marking her goings and comings. I knew all about her. I even rented a place across from hers and watched her through a telescope as she dressed each day for work. She was luscious. Nice big tits that make your tongue hard as your dick. Sturdy firm ass with nice rounded cheeks, and long legs. I had followed her, studied her, got to know her, and on this particular night, she was going to be mine.

I followed her little red mustang into her parking structure, it was adjacent to her apartment building. I had no problem getting past the guard as I had made a phoney ID for that building. That was easy to do, just pretend to be shopping for an apartment and when the agent turned her back, I swiped an ID and had it duplicated with my picture.

The red Mustang parked in her number 24 spot and I pulled into spot number 27, another little detail I had worked out. The owner of number 27 was on vacation the whole week. I watched her as she stepped from between the parked cars and started for the elevator. I moved in step behind her. She had flaming red hair that was hanging below her shoulder to the middle of her back. It swayed as she stepped as did her ass which was very pronounced beneath her skirt. She hardly noticed me, as the security guard at the entrance had given a sense of false security. I was on her before she got to the elevator and just as she got out of the guard’s line of vision. I clamped my hand over her mouth, mashing her lips against her teeth. Her hands came up trying to peal my hand away and she tried her best to scream beneath my palm. The only sound that she could make was a low muffled whimper. OH that is such a sexy sound. I let my switchblade click open and pressed it against her neck.

” Now you just settle down or you will really get hurt” , I said to her in my most sinister voice. She went right on trying to struggle and whimpering against my hand. I pressed the blade a little harder and made my threat a little more vicious.

” You keep fighting me and I will slice that pretty neck of yours!”

She froze, her breath coming hard through her nose falling against the back of my hand on her mouth. I gave her a shove and we started to move back towards my van. I watched the guard booth closely and he was deep into his girly magazine, head down paying no attention. I shoved her against the side of the van and slid the door open, then pushed her inside. I quickly climbed in behind her and shut the door. She tried to move to the front of the van and the door but I caught her by her wrist and pulled her back, menacing her with the steel blade again.

” You aren’t going nowhere cunt!”

” Please, what do you want?”

” What are you fucking stupid, the fuck you think I want?”

” Please let me go, I wont tell anyone.”

” Shut up and lay down on the floor.”

” No please donmmmppppppfffffffff.”

My hand over her mouth cut her off in mid sentence. I pressed the knife hard against the soft flesh of her throat.

” Get your ass on the floor bitch!”

I felt a tear from her eye fall on my hand. I could smell her sweet scent as I held her head in my vice grip. Her hair against my cheek. We lowered ourselves to the floor.

” Now put your hands behind your back.”

I moved my hand from her mouth and she started in with a chorus of pleads. I shut her up by pressing the knife against her again. She complied, almost sobbing now. I tied her wrist behind her with a strip of rope from my pocket, jerking the knot tight. She grimaced.

” Does it have to be so tight?”

” Shut up!”

” I have money, take it and let me gommmmpphhhhh.”

Once again she was cut off in mid sentence. This time I shoved a wadded sock in her mouth. I tied a thick rag between her teeth and knotted it tightly behind her head. This must have really scared her because she started screaming for all she was worth, but all that came out were muffled whimpers. OH those heavenly whimpers.

I tied her ankles together and sat back to look at my handy work. Damn this bitch was sexy. Her long legs tugged at the rope that lashed her ankles. With each tug her ass would wiggle so seductively. Almost on it’s own my hand went beneath her skirt and groped an asscheek. She screamed into the gag, and tried to scoot away. I laughed and squeezed her cheek hard.

” Ever been fucked in that pretty lil ass?”

” MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!”

I left her bound and gagged in the rear of the van and drove to an abandoned warehouse. Getting out of the parking structure past the guard was no problem. I just waved as I drove past him and he barely looked up from his porn magazine throwing his hand up in half hearted hurried wave. My prey screamed for all she was worth in the back but the gag muffled her cries so only I could enjoy them.

It didn’t take long to make the drive to the old warehouse district in the city. I pulled the van into the warehouse and got out and shut the door behind me so no one would happen to see inside. I opened the van’s back door and threw her over my shoulder. She struggled in my grip, her ass wiggling against my head. My steps echoed off the walls of the empty warehouse as I carried her to a table against the far wall. I laid her on the table, and she immediately noticed the toys hanging on the wall next to the table. As she saw the various gator clamps, chains, riding crops, dildos and vibrators she started wailing into the gag again. Her eyes looked up at me pleading desperately. This only fuels my lust to dominate her. I pulled my knife once again and let it slide beneath her blouse.

” Lets have a look at you.” I said as I sliced the silky material down the front. She shook her head and pleaded but the blouse cut easily and the only thing between me and her tits was her bra. Slowly I let the knife slide beneath her bra. She became very still so as not to get the cut. I know the blade must have been cold on the flesh beneath her bra. Her chest heaved up and down violently as she gasped in fear. I sliced the bra in the middle and it fell away, revealing two voluptuous mounds. Her nipples were erect, begging for attention. She sobbed as I let the flat edge of the blade rub against them, first one then the other. Her eyes bulged and her breath was quivering as she sobbed and watched my every move.

” Maybe I’ll cut one of them off and save it as a souvenir.”

” MMMPPPHHHHHHHHHHFFFFF.”

I grinned as I let the blade slide down her belly, over her belly button.

” I could carve you up like a turkey and no one would know.”

She sobbed and started to shake violently. I knew that I had her intimidated enough to do whatever I told her too. I had no intention of harming her, but I counted on her not knowing that. I let the blade move down between her legs. It played against her clit.

” Now you are going to do what ever I tell you aren’t you?” Her head shook up and down rapidly. Tears fell from her gorgeous green eyes.

” I’m going to take that gag off your mouth, if you scream, you will never live to finish it. You understand?” She shook her head again furiously. I pulled the rag from between her teeth and pulled the sock out of her mouth.

” Please” , she cried, ” don’t hurt me, don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.”

” Good girl.”

” Please put the knife away.”

” Oh no my dear, this is my insurance that you wont bite me, cause you are going to suck my dick now aren’t you?”

She started to cry. I reached over and curled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head over to my pants. With my free hand I unzipped my fly, then pulled my cock free. It stood before her mouth, erect, precum dripping from the tip.

” Please” , she begged some more, ” don’t make me do that.”

I love it when they beg, that is when I feel the power and control.

” Get on it!” I ordered, placing the knife on her throat again, ” and I’d better not feel any teeth.”

She opened her mouth and I felt a rush run through my body. My cock pulsed with anticipation of her surrender. She sucked my cock in. I felt a tear fall on my shaft as I pulled her hair forcing more of me in her mouth. She choked then adjusted. My cock must have tasted salty in her mouth, I knew she was smelling my manly smells as her nose moved closer to my pubic hair, more and more cock going in her mouth.

Suck for your miserable life cunt!”

She started to bob her head up and down on my meat. Her mouth felt divine. Her sobbing made it even better. Her jaws protruded as she struggled to gulp my massive meat. I began to rock my hips back and forth plunging my cock deep into her throat enjoying the vibrations caused by her gagging. She tried to pull her head up but I tugged her hair forcing her head down. She gulped and whimpered around my assaulting cock as I fucked her mouth. She was quivering with each breath. Her mouth stretched over my cock. I rammed deep in her throat and pulled back only to ram again. She moaned, I am sure she didn’t intend for me to hear that but I did. She began to suck hungrily on my meat like a babe on a bottle. She sucked hard and deep, pulling it, accepting it in her throat. She moaned again and I knew I was getting to her. She was going to be mine. Just like so many others. I was going to break this bitch.

I watched her sucking on my cock, my knife pressed firm against her lovely neck. Her hands bound tightly behind her back, she bobbed her head up and down on my hard shaft. My fingers gripped her fiery locks and pulled hard forcing my cock down her throat. Her gagging sent waves of pleasure stirring in my cock and slowly spreading throughout my being like ripples in a pond. I knew from her moaning that she was getting hot and that it was disgusting her to learn this side of herself.

” You are discovering what a slut you are aren’t you” ?

She just sniffled and kept sucking. I love this feeling. The feeling of mastering a bitch, especially a snooty uppity bitch like this one. I pulled on her hair and thrust forward hard with my hips grinding my cock deep in her throat. She gagged and choked around my shaft and I felt myself explode in her mouth. She choked more profusely and her legs, bound tightly at the ankles, jerk almost spastically. I pulled out and let the next wave of hot jism spray her face.

” Bathe in my cum you fucking worthless slut” , I taunted her. She sobbed but her tongue lapped hungrily at the thick white globs around her lips. I let the jism spray over her cheeks, forehead, nose, and eyes. I used my still hard cock to smear it all over her face and she moan involuntarily. She yelped as my finger went between her legs to her pussy. I pulled my finger up to her face and let her see the moisture.

” What is this?” , I asked her.

She sobbed and turned her head away. My fingers curled in her hair and jerked her head around so that my face was in her face. My breath was hot on her cheeks, I held my finger to her lips, ” suck” .

” Please, haven’t you done enough to me?”

I pressed the point of the blade against her soft neck and barked ” You haven’t seen anything like what I am gonna do to you if you don’t do what I tell you now SUCK BITCH!!”

She jerk at the harshness of my voice and opened her cum stained lips and slid her mouth over my finger tasting her own juices.

” That is what a slut tastes like” , I taunted her. Her mouth sucked on my finger and again I heard an involuntary moan. She was loving it, what a fucking slut she was.

” You think you are a sophisticated professional, but you are just another cum whore ha ha ha.”

She moaned over my finger and continued to suck. I pulled it from her mouth.

” How did it taste cunt?”

” FUCK YOU!!!”

” Ahhh, a little feisty, I like spirit in a slut. But it is I who will fuck you bitch, over and over until I am tired of you.”

” Why don’t you just kill me and be done with it?”

” Oh my dear, there are things that are so much more delicious than death as you will soon see ha ha ha.”

She tugged at the bonds, her sexy legs flexing and straining to pull free. I shoved the sock back in her mouth and retied the thick cloth between her teeth.

” You ever been ass raped?” , I asked her.

Her head shook violently from side to side.

” Well it is about time you had that experience.”

Again she shook her head and whimpered beneath the gag.

” I don’t know what kind of faggots you have had for boyfriends who didn’t fuck your ass as pretty as it is.”

I took the handle of the blade and pressed it between her ass-cheeks. She gave a start and jerked in fear and surprise.

” Maybe I should shove my knife up there first and cut it open.”

She let out a blood curdling scream that was deliciously muffled by the gag. She bucked and jerked at the bonds, oh she was so sexy and I was getting hot all over again. I shoved the knife handle forcing it to breach the plume as she whimpered and bucked. She was expecting to feel the sharp cut of the blade but I was only shoving the handle into her tight ass. I ain’t no total barbarian. I gave the handle a twist and she moan again in pain, and partly in pleasure.

” You know I like having you tied and gagged, I can do whatever I want to you and you can’t do shit about it ha ha ha.”

She screamed against the gag, and I laughed, ” No one can hear you but me you stupid cunt.”

I pushed the handled deeper into her tight ass, I could tell she was tightening her muscles which was fine with me cause it only made it hurt her more.

” Just think how my cock is gonna feel” , I said as I shoved the handle in deeper and twisted it.

She sobbed, and I got even more aroused, I love having this kind of power. I reached up and grabbed a nipple pinching it hard between my thump and forefinger, twisting and lavishing in her muffled wails. I pulled the pearl handle from her ass and shoved my thumb in, wiggling it, forcing it in deeper and deeper. She squirmed and wailed as I shoved my thumb in further. Her ass was tight indeed and it was taking some effort to get my thumb in.

” You are almost ready for my cock now.”

She shook her head violently but her deep quivering breaths said otherwise. I had managed to get my thumb in as far as it would go. I held it there and wiggled it as she sobbed and moaned. I pulled it out.

” Now slut, the wait is over.”

I untied her ankles and warned her not to kick, showing her the steel blade of the knife. I retied her ankles to rings bolted to the edge of the table forcing her legs wide apart as she lay on her stomach. I untied her wrists from behind her back and tied them to two more rings at the other end of the table, so that she was face down and spread like butter. She looked up at me, her eyes trying to plead. I met her gaze with my cold lustful eyes. She must have seen the sadistic frenzy that was driving me because she just laid her head down and sobbed. She looked so good with her legs spread and her ass so exposed. I took a moment to savour the sight of her.

Having took time to enjoy watching her I mounted the table over her. I curled my fingers in her hair and jerked her head up so that my mouth was against her ear.

” Now I am gonna shove my cock up your ass bitch, and ride you like a cowboy rides a bronco ha ha ha.”

She shook her head in one final desperate attempt to plead with me. It was only half hearted as she was starting to surrender to the fact that I was in control and that it was going to happen. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt my cock press between her cheeks.

” This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it will me” , I said taunting her. She was sobbing almost uncontrollably now. I held my cock at her plume so that she could anticipate what was gonna happen.

” Maybe it wont hurt very much, nah it is gonna hurt like hell ha ha ha.”

I pressed slightly into the plum and she wailed against the gag, but the wail was only partly due to pain. My hand slid beneath her to her pussy, it was dripping wet. She moaned in despair as she knew I felt her wetness.

” Yes you are a slut just as I told you.”

Then without warning, I shoved my cock hard into her ass, shoving into the plume, bursting through the bud. She screamed for all she was worth into the gag.

” Aren’t I a pain in the ass ha ha ha.”

I pressed in further, taking my time but moving forcefully delighting in her whimpers. She struggled against the bonds which only made her ass wiggle on my cock. Oh it was heavenly. I shoved in deeper and deeper. I was pressing in slowly towards her bowels. I felt her muscles tighten then loosen as I pressed relentlessly. My hand went beneath her and pinched her breast nipples and twisted making her buck more. I started to pump my cock in and back in her ass. The cadence of my pumping became more furious as her ass adjusted to me. Soon I was rocking in her ass like some kind of wild bucking horse. I was stabbing her anus with my hard meat and she was loving it. Again and again I jabbed hard into her and she moaned in pain and pleasure with each stroke.

” You cannot deny what you are slut, nor can you ever again deny your desires,” I told her as I fucked her ass. ” You were meant to be ruled and taken by a man. You will never again be satisfied with those whining little punks you have been seeing. You need a man, a man who will take you and use you and put you in your place, you are a slut and you need to be treated as such” .

I punctuated each thought with a hard thrust into her ass. Her body was taking on a mind of its own. She was rocking with my rhythm, thrusting her ass up as best she could to meet my cock with each stroke. She was mine now, all mine. It was time to find new game.

Victoria’s Secret

March 11th, 2009

Rape Story by Tyrone Lamayer

On a warm evening in mid-July, Rob Farrow decides to go for a ride on his motorbike. When he gets to his lock-up, he is horrified to find his motorbike is not there and there is a bloody great hole in the back wall. Some bastard has stolen his motor bike! Rob steps through the new hole he has in the back of his lock-up and into the field behind. He is over-joyed to see the familiar glint of polished chrome handlebars in the long grass and sets off to retrieve his property. As Rob gets closer he can see a figure hunched over his motor bike and stops to think about how they will react when they see him. Things could get nasty. Rob goes back to find something to defend himself with. He finds the chain he had used to lock the motor bike and wraps one end around his fist. Now he is ready. Victoria hooks her blond hair behind her ear as she inspects the motor bike’s ignition switch. “Come on you fucker, ” she thinks to herself, identifying the wire she needs to short out, “I can’t push you across this field, I’m gonna have to try and get you started so I can…” Victoria freezes when her work is suddenly thrown into shadow by a figure beside her. She is too scared to turn and see who it is and decides on abandoning the bike and making a run for it. But she is barely on her feet when a heavy chain lands around her shoulders. She struggles but the chain is pulled tight, crushing her arms into her ribcage and making her stumble to the ground. Without the use of her arms to break the fall, Victoria lands on her face, adding pain to the humiliation of being caught stealing. With half her face now in the mud, Victoria recalls the words of her mother during her last visit to see her in prison. “Your old Mum isn’t in jail for stealing. I’m in here ’cause I got caught! Always remember girl, if you can’t be good, at least have the sense not to get caught!” But Victoria has been caught and all she can do now is hope that she doesn’t end up sharing a cell with her mother. When she feels the buttons being popped at the front of her trousers, Victoria’s attitude changes. It looks as though she might be in for a different form of punishment. Rob hauls the girl’s ass into the air and peels back the denim, exposing the white cotton of her underwear. He pauses for a moment before ripping the thin material at either side and with a sharp tug, the girl’s ass is naked. This girl took his property and now she is going to pay. Victoria is very worried about the current state of affairs. Not only has she been caught stealing but it looks as though she is about to be raped. She doesn’t even know what the man looks like. As if that would make any difference to what he is about to do to her. She could scream. But the chances of any body hearing her are slim. She is in the middle of a field with nothing but a block of garages behind her. Even if someone did hear, there would be questions about the motor bike and it would probably be the police asking them. Victoria has a choice. She can scream for help in the hope that someone will hear or she can keep her mouth shut and take what is coming to her. Of course, there is no telling what her captor will do when he hears her scream. He might beat her. This thought worries Victoria even more. It is bad enough being raped without being black and blue at the end of it. Victoria has to bite her lip as she feels a finger tracing a path from the top of her ass and then down between her buttocks. She feels the finger tip pause over the opening to her anus and wonders what the guy has in mind. Surely he isn’t going to take her up the ass? Victoria’s worry turns to panic and she shuffles to be free of the chain around her arms. Rob sees the girl doesn’t like having her ass touched. It makes him feel powerful to know that he can do what he wants and there is nothing the girl can do. Just for the hell of it, he wets a finger and jabs it in to make her squeal. She does and it is music to his ears. But Rob doesn’t want to be heard by anyone passing by. The bitch could spoil his fun by attracting unwanted attention. Victoria feels the balled up underwear she had been wearing until a minute ago being pushed into her mouth. How disgusting is this guy going to get? A girl should never have to taste the stains on her own underwear! If this is the sort of thing he gets off on, Victoria wonders what the hell will be next. A zip comes down behind her and she hears the squelch of foreskin being peeled back and forth. Hopefully that will be it. He will toss off, shoot his lot and be satisfied. The post orgasmic bliss will be beset with remorse and he will see what he has done to the poor girl in front of him, and send her on her way, begging forgiveness. Well, Victoria can hope. The sight of his fist around his cock, so close to the girls cunt is driving Rob wild and he has to hold back on the speed of his strokes. It wouldn’t do to waste what should be inside, on the outside. Eager for the tease, Rob delights in the softness of the fur just beginning to grow at either side of the girls cunt. The lips have darkened but are not yet those of a woman. They are still narrow and have not seen enough cock to be hanging loose from the rest of her pussy. This girl still has some growing in her. The virgin landscape of the girl’s cunt excites Rob to the point where he is almost cumming before he has done anything. He has teased himself for long enough. He separates the inner lips of her pussy and guides his cock to its target. The guys cock is hard and slips easily into Victoria’s waiting cunt. Victoria senses surprise in the pause of his stroke when he is fully buried. He must have thought he was taking her virginity! He thought he would be breaking the hymen that Simon, her 23 year old next door neighbour and ex-babysitter, had torn. He is about a year too late. But he continues anyway. Thrusting fast and hard until Victoria feels him lose his rhythm completely. His fingers grip tightly and his clutch is a little painful on Victoria’s hips but she is too pre-occupied by the thought he must be almost done. Rob gives a last, hard push and spills his cum into the girl’s cunt. Holding her tightly, he grabs more and more of her ass until his eruptions subside. The girl has been silent the whole time and Rob wonders whether it is because she actually enjoyed it. The act is finished a little too soon for Rob’s liking but the thought of having a girl enjoy being raped fills him with pride. Maybe she liked the size of his cock. He has given the girl her first taste of a real man’s prick. And now that she has a pussy full of his cum she wants more. If he removes the chain around her arms, maybe she will turn over and spread for him, properly. It is a risk but Rob is confident he has satisfied the girl and she will want more of the same. Victoria doesn’t know what to do when the chain falls away from her arms. Is he wanting her to run just so he can bring her down and rape her again? Or is he, as she had speculated, remorseful and full of self-pity. She to take the chance. It is now or never. Without looking back, Victoria gets to her feet and doesn’t stop running unt il her lungs burn from the exertion and the front door of her house is securely shut behind her. Her father must have heard the door being closed and shouts through from the lounge. “Is that you, love? Missed your tea I’m afraid. It’s in the dog now.” Eating is the last thing on Victoria’s mind and she makes her way up the stairs to her bedroom. As the door closes behind her, she looks around the room at the soft toy’s and boy-band posters on the walls. She sees a girl’s bedroom and Victoria is not a girl anymore. Pulling at the crotch of her jeans, she feels the cum stringing from the denim to her cunt. And that is when it hits her.

Like a rocket going off in her head, Victoria suddenly realises that the guy hadn’t used a rubber. Victoria might get pregnant!

The Vessel

March 9th, 2009

by Luckytom44

Throughout high school, flocks of boys tried to date Sarah Turner. A stunningly attractive girl with blond hair and blue eyes, a well proportioned, athletic body and long shapely legs, she was constantly being pursued. Sarah, however, politely refused every offer. She had something more important in mind than frivolous dates with the raging hormones that teenaged boys seemed to be. For as long as she could remember, Sarah had wanted to become a nun. Raised in a deeply religious family, there had never been any doubt for her that she wanted to serve God and the church. She had spent her early life preparing herself for her chosen path. Although friendly and outgoing, Sarah had never dated and had maintained her virginity so as to be pure in mind, spirit and body when she offered herself to the church. Sarah was now 21 years old and had just taken her final vows to become Sister Theresa. Although she knew that she would never feel the touch of a man or the joy of motherhood, she had no regrets. Serving God was a joy unto it any other could not match that she was sure. Sister Theresa was happy in the very simplicity of her life. It was fairly late at night as Sister Theresa walked the tree lined path from the church to the convent. She paused in her trek and listened as she thought she heard a faint rustling of the bushes. When the sound wasn’t repeated, she again started walking. A few steps later, she again paused when she thought she heard something. She wasn’t frightened. She knew that God was there to protect her. “Is any body there?” she asked as she squinted her eyes, trying to penetrate the darkness. When she received no response, she resumed walking. She had not yet taken her second step when she heard a sharp crack off in the bushes. “Who’s there?” Silence. “You are on church property. I demand that you come out and identify yourself!” “Sarah.” The voice was little more than a whisper. “Who are you? Do I know you? Come out into the open.” “Sarah.” The soft voice repeated. “I’ve been waiting for you.” “What do you mean, waiting? Do you want to speak to me?” No answer. “Have you been waiting long?” Sister Theresa asked “Years, Sarah. I’ve been waiting for you for years. Since you were an infant, Sarah.” “That…that’s not possible. It makes no sense.” Sister Theresa was starting to feel troubled. Her hand went instinctively to her rosary. “It makes sense, Sarah. It makes sense because you are the one. I’ve always known that you are the one.” “The one?” Sister Theresa was confused. “The one for what?” “The one for me, Sarah. The one for me.” Before Sister Theresa could move, a darker blackness swept from the shadows and engulfed her. She had never seen anything move so fast! Just before she lost consciousness, her mind registered a smell. It was the sickly sweet smell of disease, decay and death. ******************** Sister Theresa’s eyelids fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to take in her surroundings. She was laying on a hard stone slab in a chamber of some kind, dark and damp. Large candles in old fashioned pedestal stands were spread at random intervals, providing an uneven and flickering light that added to the eeriness of the place. Sitting up, Sister Theresa slid from the slab and stood there, trying to gain her bearings. There had to be a door, a hallway, something. There had to be a way out. She walked unsteadily to the wall and began moving through the darkness, her hands feeling for a door in the damp, uneven wall as she went. After ten minutes, she was back where she had started and had found no opening. How could this be? There had to be an opening into the chamber. There HAD to be! Logic dictated that if Sister Theresa was IN the chamber, then there had to be a WAY in. Conversely, if there was a way IN, then there was a way OUT! But there wasn’t. Logic or no, there was no door or passage. Sister Theresa felt the fear of the unknown rising in her. Her hand trembled as she gripped her rosary for comfort. “Heavenly Father,” she prayed “please help me in this, my time of need. I place myself in your hands.” “Sarah.” Sister Theresa jumped at the sound of the soft voice. To her amazement, a tall figure stood in the shadows on the other side of the chamber. How did he get there? She had been alone in the chamber. She was SURE of that. “Who are you? How did you get in here? I…I DEMAND that you release me immediately!” The tall figure laughed. Then, in that same soft voice, he said “Demand, Sarah? Demand? Oh, no, my dear Sarah. You do not ‘demand’ here. Here, your demands are as useless as your prayers.” “Prayers are NEVER useless! God is ALWAYS here to help us!” Sister Theresa retorted sharply. “Not here, Sarah. Your God cannot help you here. This is MY realm. Here, I command.” Sister Theresa felt her blood run cold and she gripped her rosary even tighter. A glimmer of realization was beginning to dawn on her, and her heart pounded with the terror that came with that realization. “Who…who are you?” Sister Theresa’s voice was a bare whisper. “You know, Sarah. You know who I am.” Sister Theresa trembled as the tall figure moved from the shadows and into the flickering candlelight. For the first time, she saw him clearly, and her scream was one of pure terror. He stood over six and a half feet tall, and weighed in excess of 250 pounds. His eyes blazed bright red under thick, bushy eyebrows. His nose was long and hooked, seeming more like a beak. His evil grin showed teeth that was more like fangs. His ears were pointed and his skin was dark and deeply creased. Sister Theresa was looking at the incarnation of pure evil. Stumbling backwards to the wall, she tried to put as much distance as possible between herself and the foul creature before her. Grasping her crucifix in both hands, she held it out in front of her for protection. “Keep away from me!” Sister Theresa screamed as Satan approached her. “In the name of the Heavenly Father and the Blessed Virgin, I command you to keep AWAY from me!” Satan chuckled as he reached out and took the top of the crucifix in his hand. “You did not truly believe that this little trinket would stop me, did you? I have told you, Sarah, your God cannot help you here.” With that, Satan tore the crucifix and rosary from Sister Theresa’s hand and threw it across the room. Before she could move, Satan’s hands flashed out and grasped her plain, black habit by the collar. With one swift movement, he tore the front of the garment open, exposing the bra, panties and pantyhose that Sister Theresa wore. Screaming and darting away, she tried to hold the torn remnants of her habit closed in front of her. “Stop it! What are you DOING?” Sarah screamed at him. “What am I doing, Sarah? Are you really so naпve? Didn’t they teach you anything?” Satan shook his head in mock pity. “Why, I’m going to fuck you, Sarah.” Sister Theresa’s eyes grew large as his course words registered on her brain. “I’m going to fuck you in every way possible.” He continued. “I’m going to fuck you in the cunt. I’m going to rape your ass. I’m going to fuck you in the mouth. I’m going to make you my vessel, a depository for my seed.” “You can’t!” Sister Theresa cried out. You CAN’T! I’m a bride of Christ!” “You WERE a bride of Christ, but from now on, you will be my WHORE!” Satan responded as he opened his cape. Sister Theresa saw that he was naked, and her eyes bulged in terror as she saw the size of his cock. It was MONSTROUS! It was easily twenty inches long and three and a half inches in diameter, and covered with open and festering sores. She screamed and turned to run, but he caught her by the wrist before she could take a full step. “No!” she screamed as he dragged her to the stone slab in the centre of the chamber. “Please, NO! Don’t DO this! Please, PLEASE don’t do this!” Satan tore the remains of Sister Theresa’s habit from her and threw it aside. He then threw her onto the slab so that her legs dangled form the end. Stepping up to her, he grasped her bra and tore it from her body. Sister Theresa tried fighting and kicking, but it was a futile attempt. She felt him reach between her legs and tear the crotch from her panties and pantyhose. “I have watched you, Sarah. I have watched you for years. I know that you are a virgin. Every part of you is a virgin. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be here. If any part of you had been penetrated, even once, you wouldn’t be here. You would not be suitable to be my vessel. But you weren’t penetrated, were you, Sarah? No part of your body was ever penetrated. And now, all that is about to change, Sarah. All of it.” “Oh, dear God, HELP me! Please, PLEASE help me!” Sister Theresa screamed as Satan jammed a long, thick finger up her cunt and began sliding it in and out of her. This couldn’t be happening to her! It COULDN’T be! All the years of carefully guarding her virginity, her purity, it COULDN’T end like this. It just COULDN’T! Satan was now jamming three fingers into Sister Theresa, spreading her cunt open and getting it moist. She tried squirming away, but he held her tightly by one of her legs. Pulling his fingers from her, he reached down and grasped his huge cock, lifting it into sight so Sister Theresa could see it. She now felt a blind terror that she had never known existed. “Are you ready, Sarah? Are you ready to have your cunt split wide open?” “Oh God, DON’T! Please DON’T!” she screamed as she felt Satan forcing the head of his huge member into her cunt, spreading her open beyond what she thought possible. “DON’T! I c-can’t TAKE it! It’s too BIG! Oh God it hurts! It HURTS! No more! Please, please no MORE!” Satan grinned as he continued forcing his cock farther and farther into Sister Theresa’s hole. With each thrust, he penetrated her a little deeper, and hurt her a little more. Her screams of pain and pleas for mercy was pleasing to him. Watching her body twist and turn as she tried to escape from him was exciting. He grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her feet straight into the air as he continued driving into her. “DON’T! OH GOD DON’T!” she screamed as she felt him pressing up against her hymen. She felt him pull back, felt him tense for another inward thrust. “Please stop it! NO! DON’T! OH PLEASE! PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Sister Theresa arched her back and screamed in pain as Satan brutally tore through her hymen, ripping her virginity to shreds as he drove even deeper into her battered body. She felt as if he was tearing her insides to pieces as he relentlessly drove deeper and deeper into her with each vicious thrust. The tears that streamed from her eyes traced paths down her cheeks. “Oh GOD, please STOP! Y-your KILLING me!” she screamed as he forced his way even deeper into her ravaged cunt. She had never imagined that there could be such pain, never imagined that anyone could ENDURE such pain! And still he continued driving deeper into her. Satan could see the sweat beading on Sister Theresa’s forehead. Her head was rolling from side to side and her body was twitching and trembling under the continued abuse. She was twisting and turning, trying to escape the monstrosity that was impaling her. Still he forced more of his colossal member into her, ripping screams from her with every trust. “N-no m-MORE. Please n-no m-MORE! I c-can’t TAKE any-any more! I-It’s t-too b-BIG! D-don’t put any m-more IN m-me! PLEASE d-don’t put any m-more IN me!” Sister Theresa whimpered as she futilely begged for mercy. Satan grinned and forced more of his meat into her. She was now pounding the stone slab with her fists. She ground her teeth together as the pain, frustration and shame of this brutal rape coursed through her. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? Then, with a final, brutal drive, Satan sunk the last of his twenty inch cock into her. Her head snapped back and a long, agonized scream echoed from the chamber walls. “OH GOD, ST-STOP IT! NO M-MORE! OH GOD! OH GOD! AHH…AHH…AHH!” Sister Teresa screamed in agony as she felt her insides being torn apart. “PLEASE…UUHHH…UUHHH…ST-STOP…UUHHH…OOOHHHHHHH!” Satan continued driving his monstrous meat repeatedly into the helpless young nun. He was pounding into her with great force, relishing the way her body jumped with every penetration. Her fingernails clawed at the stone slab and her head snapped from side to side as the incredible pain tore through her. “Aren’t you glad you saved yourself for me, Sarah? Aren’t you glad you waited all those years so that I could be your first?” Satan grinned evily. “P-P-PLEASE! … UUHHH … UUHHH … AAHHHHH … ST-STOP IT! … UUHHH … OH NO! … UUHHH … UUHHH … OH GOD NO! … UUHHH … I CAN’T … I CAN’T …. UUHHH … UUHHH … OOOHHHHHH!” Satan’s eyes blazed as he watched his cock withdraw nearly all the way from Sister Theresa’s cunt before slamming the full length of it back into her. Over and over he pulled from her, only to slam back into her as viciously as he could. Each time he did, her body jumped and a scream escaped her throat. “I’m getting close, Sarah! I’m getting very close! Do you want my cum in you, Sarah? Do you want me to fill you with my seed?” Satan spoke sadistically to the tortured woman. Her eyes bulged as she comprehended the meaning of his words. She felt sick to her stomach at the very thought. “OH NO! OH G-GOD NO! NOT THAT! … UUHHH … UUHHH … P-PLEASE NOT THAT! … UUHHH … UUHHH … N-NOT INSIDE M-ME! … UUHHH … UUHHH … OH PLEASE NOT INSIDE ME!” Satan laughed as he increased the force and pace of the rape. Sister Theresa screamed in pain each time he drove his huge cock deep inside her. The faster he went, the more painful it became for her. She was screaming and crying as she heard Satan begin to growl deep in his throat. “DON’T! … UUHHH … UUHHH … P-PLEASE NO! … Y-YOU C-CAN’T! … UUHHH … UUHHH … N-NOT … OWWW! … INSIDE M-ME! … OOHHH … PLEASE DON’T! … UUHHH … UUHHH … UUHHH!” Sister Theresa begged as Satan drove into her with ever increasing speed and force. She felt as if she were being torn in half by the gargantuan cock that was repeatedly buried in her body. “It’s time, Sarah!” Satan growled. “It’s time!” “OH DEAR GOD NO! … UUHHH … UUHHH … UUHHH … PLEASE D-DON’T! … UUHHH … UUHHH … P-PLEASE NOT THIS! … OOWWW! … PLEASE!! … UUHHH … UUHHH … ” Sister Theresa pleaded as she felt Satan’s cock begin to twitch and throb inside her. “NO! PLEASE NO! … OOHHH … OOHHH … OOHHH … OOHHH … NNNNNNIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sister Theresa screamed in agony as Satan’s cock exploded, spraying her insides with searingly hot cum. She felt the foul liquid burning her insides as he continued raping her, pumping more cum into her with every inward thrust. She pounded the stone slab with her fists as Satan continued pumping cum into her. No human could have come close to matching the quantity of sperm that he was shooting into her. No TEN humans could have matched the quantity. Still he drove into her, pumping ever more cum into her battered body. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he began slowing his pace. He continued slowly stroking inside her for several minutes before he finally stopped altogether. Then, letting her legs go, he stepped back and pulled his twenty-inch cock out of her. Sister Theresa groaned as her legs dropped and she felt his cum literally pour out of her ravaged cunt. “Oh, God. Oh, God. W-what did I d-do? W-what did I d-do to cause you to l-let this h-happen to m-me?” she whimpered softly as the tears ran from her eyes. “I w-was always g-good. I w-was! Why d-did y-you let this h-happen? W-what did I d-do?” “You don’t expect an answer, do you, Sarah? You don’t really expect an answer? You’re mine now. He doesn’t want to talk to you, now. You’re dirty. You’re unclean.” Satan grinned evilly as he said this. “No. No, I’m not!” Sister Theresa whimpered softly between her tears. “I’m n-not unc-clean. You r-raped m-me. I d-didn’t w-want to d-do that! I didn’t w-want y-you in m-me. Y-you FORCED me!” “It doesn’t matter, Sarah. I was in you. I CAME in you. My fluids are still draining from you. You’re dirty. You’re unclean. And we’re not done yet. You’re only one third of the way to becoming my vessel. I still have to fuck you in the ass and in the mouth!” ‘Oh, no! Oh, please no! You can’t!” Sister Theresa pleaded. “Oh, but I can, Sarah. I most certainly can. I don’t even have to wait. I’m not human, Sarah. I can fuck you time after time. I can fuck you and cum, fuck you and cum, fuck you and cum, as many times as I want to. I’ll show you, Sarah. I’ll show you by fucking you in the ass right now!” “GOD NO!” Sister Theresa screamed as Satan pulled her off of the stone slab. Spinning her around, he pushed her up to the slab and bent her over it. She tried to fight, but it was absolutely useless. “OH GOD, PLEASE DON’T! IT’S TOO BIG! YOU’LL KILL ME!” Sister Theresa screamed in terror as she felt the huge cock pressing against her asshole. She tried to jerk away, but Satan held her tight. She felt the pain as the head of the monstrous cock began spreading her open, forcing its way inside of her. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as the huge, bulging head spread her asshole wider and wider. “STOP! OH PLEASE STOP! … AAARRRR … OOOWWWWW … N-NO! N-NO! I C-CAN’T TAKE IT! P-PLEASE NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! She screamed as the head of Satan’s cock entered her asshole and began forcing it’s way deeper into her bowels. If she had thought that nothing could surpass the pain of the initial rape, she now realized how wrong she had been. The pain tearing through her was already beyond description, and he had only begun to enter her. “OH PLEASE T-TAKE IT OUT! T-TAKE IT OUT OF M-ME! OH GOD, IT HURTS SO BAD! IT HURTS SO BAD! OOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!” Satan grinned as he jammed more of his massive cock into her ass. Deeper and deeper her fucked himself into her, relishing her screams of agony. Sister Theresa was screaming and crying, pounding futilely on the stone slab with her fists as the tears rolled down her face. “NNUUHH … NNUUHH … NNUUHH … OH GOD! … OH GOD! … NNUUHH … P-PLEASE … P-PLEASE … NNNAAAAHHHH … ST-STOP! … N-NO DEEPER! … AAAHHHH … PLEASE NO D-DEEPER! … OOOHHHHHAAAAA!” “Oh, Sarah, of course I’m going deeper. You have to take it all, Sarah. You have to take every INCH!” With the last word, Satan viciously jammed another three inches into Sister Theresa’s battered asshole, tearing another scream from her. Sister Theresa felt as if she were being ripped in two as Satan continued fucking his cock deeper into her. Withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust, over and over, moving ever deeper into the tortured bowels of the agonized young nun. She thought she must surely die, that she would not be able to survive the brutality of this rape. Then with a final thrust, Satan slammed his pelvis up against the cheeks of her ass. The entire monster was buried deep in her bowels. “NNNNAAAAAARRRRRR … N-N-NOOO! … OH GOD N-NOO! … NNUUHH … NNUUHH … G-GET OUT! … OOHHH … P-PLEASE GET OUT OF M-ME! … NNUUHH … NO M-MORE! … AAARRRR … Y-YOU’RE T-TEARING ME APART! … NNUUHH … PLEASE STOP!” Sister Theresa pleaded in vain as Satan brutally stroked his gargantuan cock in and out of her bowels. She could feel her insides being torn and damaged from the brutality of the rape and the sheer size of the monstrous cock inside her. “You are going to learn, Sarah. You are going to learn to serve me. You will serve me, and you will service me. You will be my whore for eternity.” Sister Theresa could not respond. The pain had reached such a level that she could only scream and cry as Satan continued brutally sodomizing her. He held her tightly by the hips as he repeatedly drove the full length of his huge cock into her with terrifying speed and force. Her body jumped and twitched and she screamed out in agony with every cruel penetration of her bowels. She felt him swelling even more inside her, felt his cock begin to throb. “NNNNNEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Sister Theresa arched her back and screamed hideously as Satan’s cock began shooting great wads of thick, burning hot cum deep into her brutalized bowels. It felt as if hot lead were being injected into her. She continued screaming as more and more demon fluids were pumped into her. Still he pounded into her, spraying her insides with ungodly amounts of cum. Finally, gradually, his pace slackened. Without warning, he released her hips and pulled his cock out of her ass as he stepped away from her. Sister Theresa slid from the slab and dropped to a sitting position on the floor, her back against the side of the slab. Her head was hanging down, and she could see cum and blood leaking from both of her holes. “Oh, God.” She whimpered. “Oh, God, p-please leave me alone. P-please just leave m-me alone.” “Sarah, you know that I can’t do that. You’ve only come two thirds of the way. I still have to fuck you in the mouth so you can become my vessel.” “No. Oh, please no. It…it’s t-too big. Too l-long. I … I c-can’t … I … I …” “You can, Sarah. You can and you will. You will take my cock in your mouth and you will swallow my cum.” “Oh, no! Please NO!” Sister Theresa pleaded as Satan took his cock in his hand and began moving towards her. He grabbed her by the head, holding her in place. She saw the open, festering sores, as well as her own fluids, blood and shit that coated the huge cock. “NO! PLEASE NO! NOT LIKE THIS! PLEASE NOT LIKE THIS! I CAN’T! IT’S TOO BIG! PLEASE NO! PLEAAAUUUURRRGGGGGGAACCHHHHH!” Her pleas were cut off as he started forcing the massive head of his cock between her lips. As he pressed inward, he forced her jaws open to nearly the breaking point. The pain to Sister Theresa was excruciating. “UUURRRRRGGGG …. RRRRGGGG … RRRRGGGG!” she started gagging as the head of his cock entered her mouth. He jammed deeper into her mouth, forcing the head back to the entrance to her throat. “UUURRRRRRR … UUURRRRRGGGG …” She was retching and gagging on the huge piece of meat that filled her mouth. The taste of her own shit and fluids turned her stomach. She felt nauseous as Satan began stroking his cock in and out, fucking her in the mouth. Satan gripped her by the hair, holding her head in place while he forced his cock even deeper into her. She felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her throat, and still he kept pressing inward. Sister Theresa gagged more violently as he crammed more of his meat into her. She was pushing against his hips with her hands, trying to keep him from going any deeper into her. She began to panic when the head of his cock actually entered her throat, cutting off her air passage. Unable to breathe, Sister Theresa began pounding ineffectively on Satan with her fists as he forced his cock even deeper into her throat. Her terror increased with every second that she couldn’t breathe. Satan was now fucking her throat. Gagging and retching, she could feel the cock moving inside her … deep … shallow … deep … shallow … deep … never withdrawing far enough to allow her to breathe. Her lungs were beginning to burn. She was becoming light headed from lack of air. Satan could feel Sister Teresa’s throat contracting around his cock every time she gagged. It was as if her throat were milking his cock. He started fucking her throat faster. She was on the verge of passing out when she felt him throbbing inside her. “RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUURRR!” she retched as Satan blew a tremendous load of thick, hot cum down her throat. Two, three, four times he blew cum down her throat. Quickly pulling back, he splattered the next three loads against the back of her throat. Then, withdrawing so that only the head of his cock was still in her, he filled her mouth to overflowing with the next several loads. With no other choice, Sister Theresa swallowed the cum that Satan was continuing to pump into her. Over and over he pumped hot cum into her mouth, and over and over she swallowed the thick fluid. Finally, after forcing her to swallow over a quart of his cum, Satan pulled his cock out of her mouth. Exhausted, she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Sister Theresa laid on the damp, dirty floor. Her battered, brutalized body trembled as tears rolled down her face. Her entire body was wracked with pain from the repeated, brutal rapes. And more than her body was damaged. Her mind was nearly shredded by the horrors that had been inflicted on her. Placing her hands palm down on the floor, she lifted herself to a near sitting position so she could look upwards. “W-why me?” she whimpered through her tears. “Oh, God, why m-me? I d-didn’t do anything wr-wrong. I’ve a-always been g-good. Always. I’ve s-served you faithfully, God. M-my whole l-life I’ve served you f-faithfully. Why did you l-let this h-happen to m-me, God? W-why d-did you let th-this HAPPEN to me? Why didn’t y-you PROTECT ME? Why, God? Tell me WHY! WHY DIDN’T YOU PROTECT ME, YOU COCKSUCKER?!” As Sister Theresa broke down in tears, Satan knelt next to her and took her gently in his arms. “It’s true, Sarah. Your God abandoned you. He didn’t protect you. But I won’t abandon you, Sarah. I will never abandon you. You are my vessel now, and we are tied together for eternity. ******************** Sarah Turner sat at the bar sipping vodka on the rocks. Her blond hair was just past shoulder length and parted in the middle. She wore a white satin, bare midriff top with a light blue mini skirt and white four inch stiletto heels with a strap around her ankles. She wore no bra or panties, and her pantyhose were crotch less. She watched as the tall, handsome young man crossed the room and leaned on the bar next to her. “Hi, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?” “You could,” she smiled, “but it would be a waste of time.” “Why would it be a waste of time?” “Well,” she said, “why waste time drinking when we can go someplace and fuck?” “Shit. You’re a hooker, aren’t you? Okay, how much?” “Not a dime, sweetheart. I’m not a hooker. I just like sex. Straight, anal, oral, take your pick. It doesn’t matter to me.” “You are my kind of girl.” He said as Sarah slid off the bar stool and they walked to the door. Sarah had been serious when she told the young man it didn’t matter to her what kind of sex they had. He could fuck her in the cunt, in the ass or in the mouth. It didn’t matter to her, as long as he came inside her. Once he came inside her, his sperm would mix with the Master’s. Once that happened, this young man would belong to the Master forever.

After all, that was the whole purpose of a vessel, to “recruit” people for the Master, and Sarah was determined to be a good vessel. She would recruit thousands, TENS of thousands of followers for him. She would recruit them with her cunt, her ass and her mouth. She would recruit an ARMY for the Master, and she would serve him faithfully. After all, she loved the Master, and he loved her.

Veronica

March 6th, 2009

By Peter Parker

It’s exactly one week after the seven boys had raped Christiane.

The guy who had taken her to the club had told them that the men in the club had have a lot of fun with her helpless victim. The boys always got horny when they are thinking about the hot fuck they had.

“So why we don’t do it again?” “Yeah!And when we are ready we call our friend, I am sure he will agree to take our next fucktoy to the club too.” “Does anybody know whats happened to Christiane?” “Oh he told me about that she had been fucked again and again and also sold to some friends. But at least they have sold her in slavery to a bordello for special guests…hehehe!” “Okay, who should be the next?”

“I know someone, it would be real hot. She is the mother of a guy in my school. He is 15 y.o, called Mark and the best one in class, oh I hate him. His mother, Veronica is a real cutie. She is about 35 y.o. and watch out…she is a police officer. She always does workout to be in shape, so she has a sexy body. I have seen her at the lake last year with her sunny” boy in her swimming dress. She is real hot. She is about 5`8` inch high and her weight must be at about 115 pounds. She has brown curled shoulder length hair, a lovely face and sweet soft lips. Think she must be a good blow job!” “Wow, yeah, I always want to fuck a real police woman, and this time we took a video camera and make a nice home video!” Great idea! But what’s about her hubby? She lives alone with her son, her husband left them some years ago. They are divorced!” “Great!” “How we get the police slut?”

“I will go the her flat, she lives some blocks away from here. I will tell her, that I want to meet Mark. Mark has on Friday one hour longer school, so I will be there before him. I will tell her that I is important and that I will wait for him. Then one of you should call her by phone. When she go for it I will put some k.o. drugs in her drink. Then I will call you all and the party could go on. I also talk to our friend from the club. And when Mark comes home we will knock him out, tie him up and gag him and put him in his room. He would never see us and the guys from the club will take his sexy mother away whem we have finished our fucking party with her.”

At the next Friday the seven boys did it. It. Was no problem to mix the drugs in Veronica´s drink and some minutes later she was k.o. So the other boys came into the flat. They undress her green summer dress and her bra and also her panties. Veronica lies now helpless, passed out and nude on the floor. “Yeah she is real a cutie, look at her nice little tits and her ass, wow she must real do some work out!”

“Come lets spread her legs to get a good view of her pussy on the video.”

The boys did so. They made some hot pics of the helpless mother of Mark. After about 15 minutes Veronica began to move a little and also moan. “Okay, the slut will be there in some minutes again, lets tie her to the bed.

The carry their captive into the bedroom. There they tie her hands with some handcuffs to each bedpost. Then they put some pantyhose out of some load in the bedroom and tie her legs to the other bedposts. Now she is spread eagle tied up in her bed and still nude. When she wakes up she recognized the seven boys. “Hey …whats going on here…you freaks….just untie me…you pervert little boys…!” “You are really sexy when you are angry baby!” “What!??, you little bastard call me baby, what do you think who you are!?” “Come on boys lets have some fun with that slut..!” “What…noooo…aaargghhh..!”

Like some hungry wolves the boys come over poor Veronica. She is touched all over her body. She felt her pussy rubbed from horny teenage hands, some finger shoved into her vagina, her ass is also fingered by the horny boys, her tits were kneaded like some dough, here nipples were squeezed, they lick all over her face, stick a tongue in her ear, lick her toes her ass, her pussy. “Okay guys now lets rape her!”

The first one is the classmate of her son. All of the boys are undressed now.” “So baby, now we are going to fuck you. Remember your son Mark, he will come home in some minutes. We will tie him up and put him in his room. When the neighbours hear your screams or if you will bite someone of us, we will cut of his balls. Don’t forget this slut!”

Veronica watched in terror, shame and hate as the 15 y.o. class mate of her son, comes close to her. He placed his hard cock between her spread legs and with one hard thrust he shoved his cock deep into her helpless pussy. “Arrrggg…aaahhnoooo…pleeeaase…nooooo!” He moved his hips for and back pumping deep into Veronica’s cunt. “Yeah…guys, she is real tight, yes. I like it. wow…uuuhhhhyeahhhh!” “Come on ride the bitch pump that police slut…yeahh!” Veronica whimpered in pain and shame as the teenage boy fucked her hard “Yeahh…mommy…you are a real good fuck…!”

While the teenager cum in veronica, two others where waiting for mark behind the door. When he comes home they knock him out and tie him up and put him in his room with a gag in his mouth. When the first one is ready the next one took his place at Veronica “Please nooo…not all of you…nooo..arrghhh…!” He pushed his cock into her raped cunt and started to fuck her. He is kneading her tits and suck on her nipples while he fucks her. Mark who lies bound in his room hears what fun the guys have with his pretty mother, their greedy grunting and her screams and painful moaning. The second boy has finished now and also fill her up with his hot cum. Now the third teenager starts his turn with Veronica. He sucks and licks her tits while his cock again and again pumped deep into her helpless violated cunt. “Yeah..baby…you are real good…come on move your hips you little slut….you fucking police cunt..come on!” His hands squeeze her ass cheeks while he moved his cock deeper and deeper into her. Then the next teenager took his turn with the helpless woman and then the next and so on. At least she had been fucked in her pussy from all seven horny boys. “So, baby….now it’s time to have some sausage…hehehe!” “W..w..what? Veronica asked.” “It’s time for a blow job you silly police bitch. Do your best and remember, don’t bite or little Mark will lost his balls!” “No…please…don’t do that…you all have had your fun…now leave us alone…I never did this before, I hate this…I can’t do that..please….noooooo!”

The first one kneels in front of her face and forced her to open her mouth. Then he shove his hard cock into her soft warm mouth. “Come bitch now use your tongue, lick it baby!” In absolute terror and disgust Veronica starts to suck and lick at the boys cock. After a while he took her head and move it for and back and starts to fuck her into the mouth. He shoved his cock deep up her throat. “Mmmmmmppfffff..aaarrglll.. nnnnoooommmppfff…aaarrrrggghh!” “Yeah..guys that’s it, she is born to get fucked into the mouth…….!” While this happens the others are playing with her titts and also fingers her asshole.” “Oh yeah…I am going to cum now…uuhhh….ahhhhh….yes….aahhh come on….slut swallow all of it!” Poor Veronica has to swallow the hot cum of the teenager who raped her mouth so badly. And in the same way the next boy took his place and forced his cock into Veronicas mouth. She had to to a blow job to all of the guys, all of them fucked her mouth and she has to swallow all the cum. The hole show was been filmed and the guys also took some hot pictures. After that, they untie her left leg and left hand. They tie it to the right bed post. The same happened with the other hand and leg. They tied it to the left bedpost. Now Veronica lies face down and spread eagle on her bed. They put some pillows under her pelvis so her ass is a little bit in a higher position. “So police bitch now it’s time to fuck your ass!” “Noooooooo..pleassssseeeee……don´t do this .noooo…aaargghhhh uuu it hurts stops it …arrrghhhh!”

The first of them had start to shove his cock into her thigh little asshole.” “Yeah…she is very thigh…aa…yes….mmmmhhhh!” Inch after inch he got deeper and deeper and after a while his cock is fully into her ass. Now he starts to move his hips for and back and begins to rape her. His hands are kneading her titts from behind and Veronica screams in pain and terror. She never was fucked in the ass before. The teenager fucked her real badly, she thought he would rip her apart. And it hurts so much. He fucked her again and again her hole body was in move because of his hard fucking. Then he fills her up with his hot cum and the next one took his place. “This is a real hot party that slut is a real good fuck, I like to rape that police officer ass!”

So each of the seven boys took his turns raping her tight asshole. They all fuck her real bad and the more she screams and whimpers the more they like it and the harder they fuck her. When this is over they untie her from the bedposts. Then they tie her arms behind her back with handcuffs. Two off them lie down beside her in the bed. One shove his cock in her pussy and the other one pound it into her ass. No they start to fuck the screaming Veronica at the same time in her ass and cunt. The both boys knead her titts and suck and lick at her body while they fuck her. The others took some pics and filmed when the both cocks pumped her at the same time. But that’s not all, a third guy now shove his cock into Veronica’s mouth and now it’s a triple fuck. Her whole body is shaking and moving. The yuck her real bad. When one of them has finished another one took his place so that to every time Veronica is gangbanged by three teenager. “So baby, we are finished now. But it’s not over for you!” The boys tie her legs together and gag her.

“We now call a friend, he will bring you to a club, there are a lot of horny guys. They can’t hardly wait to see you and fuck you like hell. And you now what, I am sure there are some guys you have arrested some time. I think they would enjoy it very much to fuck you my little mother police officer slut bitch!”

Vengeance II

March 3rd, 2009

This is part 2 of an amzing story by James Anderton

To read part 1 click here or just select the previous post.

 


Part 9: The list


“How’s it going Dan?”

“Fine, Paul, business is good”.

“And the plan for Dads revenge?

“Well. I’m going to help myself to a bit tonight”. Should be quite an interesting evening”.

An hour later, he and Sir Gerald stood outside a Mayfair flat, waiting patiently for a response to their ringing of the doorbell.

Rrring…….Rrring,,,,,,,,

The ringing of the front doorbell brought Joanna from her reverie. For three weeks she had wondered whether she would ever hear from Sir Gerald again. The brief letter she had received yesterday dispelled any illusions she might have had. The message had been stark. ” The flat, Wednesday, 7.30p.m. cocktail dress code”. A curious excitement had permeated her preparation for the evening. She had no idea what awaited her, but she remembered the thrill generated by Sir Gerald’s previous treatment of her. The thought of spending another evening at his beck and call raised mixed emotions as she dressed herself in stockings, high heels, and knee length cocktail dress.

At 7.30pm exactly, she had opened the door I response to the bell, to be met by three young women bearing boxes. 30 minutes later, when the door bell rang again, the young women had departed, leaving behind a simple but exquisite two course meal, complete with table settings and Wine. The reason for the three place settings became clear as she opened the door to greet Sir Gerald, and a tall, good looking stranger, dressed in a dark suit and wearing an attractive quizzical smile

“Good evening, my dear”, may I introduce Dan Hegarty. He has an interest in our campaign to elect your Husband, and I thought it was time you met.”

For two hours the three of them made small talk over over the smoked duck starter and Grilled sea bass. Several glasses of the most exquisite white wine had been consumed when Joanna glibly apologised for the absence of a dessert.

“But Joanna, what do you think you are here for?” “Dan, here, is the custodian of the Party short list, and this is your opportunity to show him what you are prepared to do to ensure that Henry is on it”. As he spoke, Dan stood up, moved an armchair into the middle of the sitting room, and placed it facing the sofa, upon which he sat down.

To Joanna, the temperature appeared to drop two or three degrees as icicles of uncertainty ran down her spine. Dan smiled at her.

“Please”, he called through to the dining room. “Come here, that’s a good girl”

Such a patronising address, particularly to a woman of her maturity left her in no doubt about her position, and she stood up, walked through to the sitting room, and sat down in the chair.

“Stand up, I didn’t tell you to sit”. His voice was quiet, but menacing, and left no scope for disobedience. She stood looking at him for instruction.

“Joanna here is a bit of a slut, aren’t you”, questioned Sir Gerald.

“Yes sir” responded Joanne, falling swiftly into the role demanded of her.

“A very good looking one though”, agreed Dan, addressing no one in particular. Then, to Joanne “Why don’t you show me a little more of you. Raise your dress”.

Joanne reached down and smoothed her palms up her legs, pulling the hem of her dress above her stocking tops.

“Come on, now”, you can do better than that” chuckled Sir Gerald, ” show us your knickers”.

She understood full well that Sir Gerald knew she wasn’t wearing any. He had told her what to wear, after all. She glanced at Dan, noted his amused stare, and slowly lifted the hem of her dress until it uncovered her neatly trimmed bush. She was not surprised when he leaned forward, demanded that she part her legs, and slowly rubbed his finger along her slit. Despite herself, she could not help responding to the slow, lazy stroking of her sex. A mixture of arousal and shame made the experience all the more exciting for her, and she could feel the little bulb of her clit become more prominent, almost as though it was reaching for stimulus.

“Take off your dress”

“Yes Sir!” She slipped the dress over her head, trying all the time to maintain contact between her aroused sex, and her busy fingers. She became almost so engrossed in the pleasure of it all, that she nearly missed the instruction to “Sit Down”.

Biting her bottom lip in frustration, she moved away from Dan’s probing finger, and settled back into the armchair, legs together, hands clasped firmly, as if praying.

Dan leaned forward, towards her, hands held loosely on his knees, that damned smile still playing on his lips.

“Spread your legs for me”. She did so, her hands moving at the same time onto her now separated knees.

“Lift your legs over the arms of the chair”. She felt her cheeks glow with embarrassment at the thought of exposing herself in such a shameful way.

“Masturbate!”

Totally unexpected, the instruction hit her like a hammer. Surely he didn’t expect her to do such a thing in front of both of them? She glanced around her, looking for Sir Gerald, but he appeared to have moved into another room. Relieved, she slid her right hand down to her crotch. She felt the familiar warmth rushing to her genitals as she slowly rubbed the outside of her labia. He looked across at her, fixing her with his all-knowing eyes, certain of the pleasure she was feeling. Her movements quickened, and she felt a rush of lubrication flood from her vagina. She slipped first one, then two fingers into herself, and leaned back, closing her eyes as the waves of pleasure began to build.

“Look at me!” Another instruction! more difficult to do this time! She tried to look away, but he placed his finger on her chin and gently drew her face back to his.

“Tell me what you want from me he asked her in a whisper”

“I want my husbands name on the shortlist” she panted, her breathing quickening with the ministrations of her fingers.

“And?”

“And I want you to make love to me” she whispered, almost under her breath as she uttered it.”

“No you don’t. You want sex! Don’t you!”

“Yes! Yes!” She moaned, her pleasure building steadily, her hand moving quicker, her temperature rising.

As her climax started to build, she again closed her eyes and leaned back. This time, Dan let her sink into the folds of the chair, stood up, and slowly began to remove his clothing. A hand at her head slowly drew her face to one side. As it did so, she felt the cool rubbery feel of something brush across her lips. She opened her eyes to find Sir Gerald, naked, thrusting his throbbing organ at her face. Slowly opening her mouth, she slipped his tool inside and began to slide her tongue up and down it’s length. Down below, hands prised her fingers from her quim. She moaned, grunted a plea to allow her to continue, felt the flow of air around her nether parts, then, suddenly his hot tongue teased the bud of her clitoris. Her climax was instant, and shattering. All reason gone, she twisted and turned against his rapier-like thrusts. Her moans grew louder, her sucking and licking of Sir Geralds organ grew more frantic, until, as her second orgasm ripped through her, he also came. Thick streams of spunk splashed against the back of her throat adding to her feeling of degradation.

She felt Sir Gerald shrink and withdraw. She slid deeper into the chair, still pushing against his tongue, winding slowly down from her high. She felt him pull away.

“Stand up!” He dragged her to her feet. Sliding behind her, he slipped into the chair she had just vacated. Spinning her around, he pulled her down, kissed her full on the mouth, and lifted her bodily onto his rampant dick. She felt his enormous weapon stretch and penetrate her so deeply that she was concerned he might damage her womb. She had never experienced sensations like this before. She began to lift herself up and down on his tool. His eyes locked onto hers, willing her to move faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until yet another orgasm drove her wild with lust. She lay, exhausted, slumped along his body, impaled on his dick when she felt movement behind her. Spittle dripped onto her arse, followed by a gentle, but insistent probing of a finger against her nether entrance.

“No!, No!, please, not there.”

“I’ll put it where I like, slut” whispered Sir Gerald. His voice was husky, distorted by lust. His dick was ramrod stiff, and as he penetrated her arsehole she felt it stretch the membrane between her orifices, pressing against Dan’s dick on the other side. The feeling was unimaginable. The two men began to move, slowly, synchronised, rhythmically, speeding up as the mood developed. Joanna lost all contact with her feelings. All she could sense was a growing heat, urgency, No! Desperation!

“Please, Please, Please. PLEASE, PLEEAAASE!!! Her control left her. Screaming her release she slumped full length onto Dan’s body. Behind her Sir Gerald spent furiously up her arse, whilst below her, Dan pumped spasticity into her welcoming quim.

She remembered little about the next half hour. The men dressed, drank a little whisky and discussed her willingness and performance in the crudest of language. She lay there, naked, covered in sweat and semen, wishing she could hate them, but finding she could only despise herself. She had enjoyed it, loved it even, wanted more, that was the awful truth , she was truly a slut.

She heard the door open, and looked up. As they left, Sir Gerald and Dan glanced back and smiled.

“Goodnight Mrs Jeavons, till the next time.” Said Dan, that infuriating sardonic smile back on his lips. “Oh, and by the way, Henry made the list”

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Part 10: First Payback


The weather was foul. A howling gale, remnants of a far distant hurricane lashed rain and hail against the window of Dave Willis’ house. On the screen, his maid, Celeste lay on her back, fingers hard at work, easing herself to orgasm. Willis looked on, bored by yet another repetition of a scene with which he was too familiar. If he hadn’t been so bored he would never have heard the knock on the door above the noise of the wind. He opened it, and stepped out onto his porch. There was no sign of the visitor, and he was already soaked when he turned around and noticed the package. Picking it up, he dashed inside to open it. The package was addressed to him, just his name, no address. Inside, a videotape, unmarked except for the inscription MARS 1.

Intrigued, he switched off Celeste, inserted the tape, and hit the PLAY button. The scene greeting him was of a young girl wearing a blouse, short(ish) skirt, white ankle socks, and sneakers. Her short bobbed haircut and sharp, pointed features gave her an elfin-like quality that Willis found particularly attractive but also vaguely familiar. She was sitting in a chair, a television playing in the corner of a very expensively decorated room. Although there were no titles, it was clear to Willis that he was watching a very well made but amateur home movie.

The girl was clearly uneasy, fidgeting in her seat, flipping TV channels several times a minute, and glancing at her watch several times. A ring at the doorbell had her jumping up out of her seat and dashing off camera to the hidden doorway.

“Mark, Thank god it’s you” he heard her say. “Did you bring it?”

“No!” The gruff answer only served to increase her agitation.

“You promised,” she wailed, walking backwards into camera shot clutching the shirt of an unkempt young man with a disdainful expression on his face. “I need it, you know I do.”

“Shut up, bitch. Steve’s bringing it. He won’t be long.” As he spoke, the girl cowered backwards, hopping from foot to foot.

“No, No!, you know what he does to me, you shouldn’t bring him here.”

“Listen bitch, you just make sure you do as you’re told. Understand! Make me happy by making my friend happy. If you don’t like it get your shit from someone else.” As he spoke he moved back to the door, opened it, and greeted his friend Steve. The girl backed away, again so far that the camera lost sight of her. A babble of off-screen voices led to the entrance of three of the biggest Black men Willis had ever seen outside a boxing ring. The shortest of the three was not only more than six feet tall, he was also clearly the leader. He walked in as though he owned the place, and without pre-amble walked up to a small bar and poured himself a drink.

“Where is the bitch? Get her in here!”

Dave Willis sat, hunched forward, staring at the screen. There was no doubt in his mind about the nature of the film he was watching. That was also clear to the girl, judging from the way she was behaving. He stood up, dropped his trousers, and sat back down, his dick straining in his shorts.

On screen, Mark reappeared, pulling the girl by her hair until she stood, quaking, in front of the big black. “Say hello to Steve” he leered. “Steve has what you want.”

Steve reached out a hand, gently stroked her cheek, then gripped her chin, pulling her face up until she was almost on tiptoe. “I’ve got everything you need, don’t I. The question is, do you know how to get it?”

“I think so” she murmured, eyes fixed on his but her body trying to pull away. “Meet my friends” he chuckled, spinning her round to face the others. “Boney and Clyde” he laughed. “Please excuse the pun.”

The girl was certainly not worried about the pun, she was much more concerned about Steve’s hand slowly unfastening the top two buttons of her blouse. “Say hello Janey, no need to stand on formality here.”

Sitting in the dark, slowly pumping his cock with anticipation, the name Janey registered in the back of Willis’ mind. No wonder the girl looked familiar, it was his own beloved granddaughter. What the hell was going on here. He knew he had no power to stop what was happening on the screen, but he couldn’t bring himself to switch it off. He sat, transfixed by morbid anticipation waiting to see how things developed.

Meanwhile, Steve gripped her shoulder with one hand whilst his other lifted the back of her skirt to reveal a minuscule pair of white lace knickers. “I thought you had this bitch trained?” he snarled across to Mark who stood leaning on the bar, beer in hand, watching the proceedings with morbid fascination. “She needs to be taught who’s boss around here”. So saying, he grasped her by the hair, and pulled her face up until she could see him staring down at her. She yelped at the sudden pain. “Show my brothers some respect. Get those panties off Bitch.”

Boney and Clyde sat down on the sofa to watch the show that they clearly knew was coming. Dave Willis knew as well, but the aching boner the film was giving him stopped him turning it off. Back on the video, little Janey had raised her skirt, and despite being held up by the hair, was desperately tying to bend low enough to pull her panties down below her knees. Steve pulled her backwards, so that the only way she could stop herself falling was to part her legs, trapping her knickers round her knees, and giving the boys a clear view of her almost hairless slit.

“Shit, Man!, its time we took this bitch in hand growled Boney. “Send her over here, and lets see what she can do.”

“Sure thing. Janey, what are you here for?”

“To make you happy Sir”

“Then get over there and get started”

He pushed the girl down to her knees, and she shuffled, knickers still at half mast, across in front of Boney. Wasting no time, she unzipped him and extracted the weirdest looking organ from the front of his trousers. It stood, ramrod stiff, a full ten inches, but was scarcely an inch across. She sucked it in and tried to get most of it down her throat. It was like trying to give a knitting needle a blowjob.

Dave Willis would have found the whole scene funny under other circumstances, but with Janeys involvement he was having trouble handling his conflicting emotions. As she struggled to swallow Boneys dick, her hand reached out and crabbed Clyde by the balls, slowly massaging them in time to her rhythmical sucking. When Steve stepped up behind her and sank his pole into the youngsters arse, Willis hand started to pump vigorously. He found it quite impossible to eliminate the lust from his mind. Excitement built in him as the tableau in front of him reformed. Steve lifted Janey by the waist, moved her over, and sat her on Clyde’s tool. She was beginning to respond to all the attention, now, her breath coming in short gasps, her pleading “yes! Yes! Yes! – - – becoming more insistent. Once he had settled her on Clyde, Steve moved around to her head, making her lick his own tool clean. Willis could imagine how she must be feeling, knowing where Steve’s tool had just been. Even more was to come, however. Boney slipped off the sofa, and sank his mega pencil straight up her arse. It seemed to go in forever, and the muffled scream that Janey let out confirmed that he was as far in as he could go.

All three of them began to pump in and out of the girls increasingly compliant body. Her cries became more insistent, the gasps of the men increasing to keep pace with their pump rate. All three climaxed at once, drenching the poor girl with come, and draining her tormentors until all three slumped against the furniture.

Willis felt the stiffness in his own dick subside as he saw the state of his granddaughter, lying shattered face down on the floor. At last sympathy overcame lust as he realised things between them could never be the same again.

He was reaching for the video controller to stop the tape, when Mark strolled into shot from the bar.

“Please,” whimpered Janey “I need a fix, you promised”

“Don’t worry, bitch, It’s in the car”

“So is Henry” laughed Steve, “standing guard. Since the bitch needs a fix, its only right that he should sample her as well.

“Oh no!, not another one of you,” moaned Janey as Mark dashed out to the car.

Willis sat back in his chair, the first flush of renewed lust pumping up his dick.

On screen, Steve lowered his face to hers, “Listen, what are you?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

“You’re a Bitch, right??”

“Yes Sir”

“And what do Bitches need?”

“A Master? Sir?”

“Wrong!, a DOG. Meet Henry”

She looked over her shoulder to be confronted by the biggest Great Dane she had ever seen in her short life. She squealed, leapt to her feet, and ran for the door. She had almost made it when Mark grabbed a handful of her hair, and brutally dragged her backwards to the coffee table in the middle of the floor. She started to kick and scream as he forced her across the table, holding her down be the back of her neck.

“Come on you bastards,” he yelled, “give me a hand will’ya.”

Steve and Clyde leaped across the floor, and grabbed a flailing leg each. Boney, in the meantime, was patting Henry on the head with one hand, and quietly stroking his belly with the other. The dogs enormous prick slowly unsheathed itself in response.

Terror had now taken over. The girl was desperate to avoid the dog, and even three of them were having a tough job holding her down. With one hand Mark slipped his belt from his trousers, and swiftly wrapping it around her wrists, tied the other end to the leg of the dining table a couple of feet away.

Mark let go of the girls hands and held her head down on the table. At the same time he stretched across to a cushion, which had fallen from the sofa earlier, and thrust it under her belly, raising her arse in the air, and making her struggling less effective.

Steve and Clyde felt the struggle grow weaker, as the inevitability of her fate dawned on her. Her legs were pulled wide apart as Boney led Henry across to the constrained victim.

“Christ!” muttered Willis to himself, as he watched the action unfold. “These bastards have had this dog trained!”

Henry clearly knew he was about to enjoy himself. He began to pant, and his bright pink tongue flopped out of the side of his mouth. As he reached the backside of the girl, he leaned forward and ran the full length of his tongue up her crack. The girl wailed as she felt the dog at work. It must have felt like sandpaper, because the girl was in obvious discomfort, and her furious wriggling simply added to her problem.

“Come on Bitch!” chuckled Clyde, unleashing his dick once again and waving it in her face”

Fuck You” screamed Janey, desperate to get away, and unable to do anything about it.

“No! Fuck YOU!” Laughed Clyde holding her nose, until her mouth opened to breath. With a fierce push, he slammed his dick right down her throat. Behind her, Henry was warming to his task. He started humping, first of all at fresh air, then, with guidance from Steve, at the crack of Janeys arse. Her muffled screams became all the more frantic as finally Steve guided Henry’s dick into her arsehole and his humping finally achieved its goal. For what seemed like hours, Henry and Clyde fucked furiously at both ends of the distraught girl, before finally climaxing in a welter of sweat and sperm. As Clyde pulled away, and Mark loosened Janeys hands, she rolled onto the floor, the dogs penis still knotted inside her.

Tears poured down her face and she sobbed uncontrollably as the picture faded from the screen.

Dave Willis stared, glassy eyed at the blank screen. Sobbing with shame, tears of humiliation rolled down his cheeks onto the floor, where they joined the huge puddle of sperm. How could he live with himself after this? That the poor girl, his own flesh and blood had been so badly abused was bad enough, but what sort of a man would masturbate over the rape and abuse of his own granddaughter?

He clutched himself, rolled into a foetal ball, and sobbed himself to sleep on the carpet. Only later did he begin to wonder who had sent him the video, and why.

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Part 11: “Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together?”


The glow in the small room from the television screen was replaced by a flood of light as Paul Hegarty flipped on the light switch. “Well what do you think? The tape was delivered yesterday evening, and Celeste tells me that Willis has been walking around like a Zombie for most of the day.”

“Good! So he fucking well should be”. “I want him finished.

“Hey, Dad, take it easy. There’s more to come yet. We’ve planned this for years, so there really is no hurry. Cousin Henry’s wife is next on the list. If her downfall doesn’t push him over the edge, we still have Celeste in place to manage the situation.

“It’s all right for you two. You’re both getting your kicks with his family. I want some of that as well.”

Henry Jeavons rose languidly from his seat and crossed the room to talk to his Uncle Billy. “Look, you old goat, if getting your rocks off is such a big deal, why don’t you take a piece of Joanna. We have her where we want her, so now might be a very appropriate time for you to join in.”

“Are you sure you’re alright with this, Henry?” queried Billy. “After all this is your wife we’re talking about, and I know how I felt about mine.”

“That’s different Billy, I only married the bitch because of the plan. If her first husband had stuck around it might have been more difficult, but when he left, she fell in to my arms like a plum from a tree. When she finds out the full score, she and Celeste will trade places. I will have a new wife, and the family will have a new maid. Maybe even two if we want to keep Janey. If not, Stevie and the boys can have one or both of them. In any case their lifestyles will change somewhat, don’t you think?”

“And I thought I was a bastard” chortled Billy. You boys make me look like an amateur.

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Part 12: Payback 2



“Please come in Ma’am. Mr Willis is in his study. Is he expecting you?”

“No, Celeste, and in any case it’s none of your damn business.”

“Yes Ma’am” acknowledged the lithe Philippine, the silent “not yet, anyway” kept under her breath. The next few days will see a change in our fortunes, she thought to herself, and you, my dear, will have to learn your place.

Joanna was fraught. She was really worried about the way her attempt to facilitate Henry’s entry to Parliament was going. The way she had to put out to get Henry’s name on the list was one thing, but last night she had succeeded in ensuring that he was made sole candidate by taking on the entire selection committee. She should have been happy, but at the last gasp, almost literally, she had realised the whole experience had been videotaped. What would they use it for? She needed advice, desperately, and her father, an ex-cop, would no how to deal with blackmail. She started to walk towards the staircase when from above she heard what sounded like a single pistol shot.

My God!” she shrieked and rushed upstairs. The door to his study was closed, but not locked. As she pushed it open, her eyes had to adjust to the gloom within. The only source of light was the television, glowing in the corner of the room. In front of it, his semen stained trousers around his ankles, sat her father, a glazed expression on his face, and half the back of his head blown away. Horrified she screamed, casting her eyes around the room in blind panic, not knowing what to do.

Her eyes were drawn to the video remote control stuffed between his leg and the chair arm. She reached for it and started to rewind the tape he had been watching.

She ran the tape back some way, and pushed the PLAY” button. At first, she had some difficulty recognising what was going on. Slowly it dawned on her that what she was watching was a very close-up of a penis, pumping in and out of a pair of bright pink lips. She felt almost embarrassed by her presence. It didn’t seem right to be watching the same porn film that her dad had been watching just minutes before. She glanced sideways to look at her father then back at the screen ass she turned it off. As she began to press the button, the camera pulled back from the action, revealing a full view of the woman’s face. HERS!!. She stopped and stared at the screen. The camera panned down her body, following a mans hand. It slid gently down her back, cupped her buttocks, slid smoothly along the crack of her arse, and pushed one finger gently into the nether rosebud. She stood stock-still, she had no idea that the film would find its way so swiftly to her father. She had even less idea that it would provoke him into masturbating over his own Daughter. In shot, she saw the grin on Paul Hegarty’s face as he gently withdrew his finger and replaced it by his huge prick. The bulbous head seemed to be unable to make progress, then, all seemed to give way, and it slid in, in one long slide, right up to the hilt. On the sound-track she heard her own, disembodied voice cry out.

Oooh YESSSSsss”.

As she watched, entranced, she felt her own heat building. Her right hand dropped the remote control, and found her way to her crotch, where her thumb pressed through the folds of her dress to apply pressure to her own clit. Her left hand moved north, squeezing her breast, then up to her mouth, where she bit gently on the knuckle of her thumb. She stood, as if frozen watching Paul pull himself from her body. He sat down on the floor and pulled her across on top of him, sinking his shaft as far as it would go up her dripping quim.

Come on, slut, Dance on that!”

On Screen she began to wriggle, grinding her arse willingly around the invading pole. Her movements were limited only by the grip Paul had on her waist and the fact that brother Dan had not withdrawn from her mouth and still had a grip of her hair as he too pumped in and out of her orifice.

Her thumb was beginning to hurt now, as she gnawed furiously at the knuckle. Her other hand was now adding to the pressure on her clit by not so gently sawing up and down her slit. Her breathing had quickened now, and she was leaning against the side of the sofa, relying on it for the support she needed to stay upright. She knew she should stop and switch it off, but events on the screen had their own momentum that transmitted itself, through her busy fingers to her building, off-screen orgasm.

The camera moved again, capturing the details as Sir Gerald joined Dan at her head, both of them being serviced in turn by her darting tongue and sucking cheeks. She could remember how she had lost control at that point. She knew she would let them do anything they wanted, and could feel the thrill she gave her all to their pleasure. The last piece of the jigsaw was taking place. As the two men fucked her face, and Paul urged her on with her fucking, the old man, whose name she couldn’t remember, took his place behind her. Already lubricated from Paul’s earlier efforts, she took his prick easily, and could remember the way that friction across her anal membrane caused her orgasm to break over her like waves at the ocean.

As she gasped for breath on screen, her orgasm off it was quite different. She could hardly breathe at all. She gripped her knuckle with her teeth, drawing blood in the process, and collapsed, soundlessly onto the floor. Her body twitched spasticity as she slumped against the sofa, watching the finale develop in front of her. The camera moved round above her head, focussing in close-up on the old man’s dick, pumping his organ vigorously up her arse. As he orgasmed, he withdrew, spattering great gobs of semen up her back and on to the lens of the camera. The sound of his victorious cry echoed around the room as the camera focussed on his grinning face.

Up Yours! Willis. I’ve owed you this one for years”

She heard a slight sound behind her and turned her head. Henry stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the door-post. His arm was draped loosely over the shoulder of Celeste the maid, hand inside her blouse, cupping her breast.

So this is how you pay me back for all the wealth and kindness I’ve showed you? I think things will have to be a little different in future ……………………”

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Epilogue:


Henry Jeavons, MP, Overseas Development Minister, sat in deep conversation with Sir Gerald as they sipped their after-dinner port. Strategy for the next debate may have been uppermost in their minds, but not in the minds of all their guests. Uncle Billy and two African businessmen sat side-by side across the room. On the carpet in front of them two naked women lay nose-to- tail licking furiously at each others cunts as they brought themselves to orgasm.

Henry looked up. I’m sorry, Gentlemen, but I have to return to London later this evening, so we had better turn our attention to business.”

The two women slipped soundlessly away, and the Africans shuffled uncomfortably as they rearranged their underwear.

Of course, my absence should not inhibit you. You are welcome to stay for the weekend. My wife Joanna and her daughter Janey will, I am sure, offer you all home comforts. Should any aspect of your stay prove unsatisfactory, please let me know so I can take appropriate action.……………………..”

The End


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