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OVER THE TOP

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\"Tell Billy what you're going to do for him tonight,\" I said.

Jan was shaking her head. I saw tears in her eyes. My dick was hard.

\"Tell him, Jan. What did I tell you to do for him? Tell him now.\"

She couldn't stop shaking her head. \"Don't. Please Donny don't. Please,\" Jan said.

\"Tell him, Jan.\"

We were sitting at a round table in the school cafeteria. Jan and Billy and Tony and Brick and me. Billy and Tony and Brick were grinning. Jan was almost sobbing. Sitting there in the tight sweater and the short skirt that I had told her to wear. With nothing underneath. The guys knew there was nothing underneath. And Jan knew they knew that. I knew she couldn't stand it. But she had to.

\"Tell him, Jan,\": I said. Say it.\"

Her face was twisting. But she was so pretty, with her long light hair, her gorgeous dark eyes. And her high round firm tits. I put my hand under the table and found her thigh. \"Tell him,\" I said.

\"I--I'm--\" Tears fell from her eyes now, and she gave a small sob. My dick was hard. \"I'm going to--s-suck your cock,\" Jan said. She sobbed again.

Billy was grinning like an idiot. Tony and Brick were chortling. \"I can't hear you, Jan,\" I said.

Jan was looking at me with hatred. Hatred and pleading. What a stimulating mixture. Her tits rising and falling in the tight sweater.

\"Say it, Jan.\"

\"I'm--I'm going to suck your cock,\" Jan got out..

\"That's better,\" I said. \"What else are you going to do for him, Jan?\"

Jan stopped lookiing at me. She was looking down at the tasble. \"I--I'm--I--\"

\"Tell Billy,\" I said.

She looked at Billy now. Through her tears. Sobbing softly. \"I'm going to fuck you,\" she whispered.

Oh Christ.

Jan was shaking now. Literally shaking. Sobbing and shaking. \"Say it again,\" I said.

Sobbing, she did so. \"I'm--I'm going to fuck you.\"

\"I'm going to fuck you, Billy,\" I said. \"Say that.\"

\"I--I'm--I'm going to fuck you, Billy.\" I could hardly make out the words.

\"I'm going to suck yoiur dick for you, Billy,\" I said. \"Say it.\"

She looked at me again now. The agony in her face almost made me come in my pants. \"Please,\" she panted. \"Please Donny, please. Please for god's sake please.\"

\"Say it, Jan.\"

\"I--I'm going to to suck your your dick for you, Billy,\" Jan said.

\"That's right. And what else, Jan?\"

\"What--what else?\"

\"Jan,\" I said.

\"Yes.\" A whisper.

\"If I tell you to do it for these guys too, you'll do that too, right?\"

Her face was something to see. \"Donny,\" she panted. \"Donny, please.\"

My hand was on her thigh. I slid it up. \"Right, Jan?\"

\"Yes,\" Jan said. Her mouth was trembling. Tears running down her face. She wasn't looking at Tony or at Brick, or at Billy. Billy was grinning. I could see some of the people at the tables around us, looking at us. I knew that most of them knew what was going on. I knew that most of the guys were hoping that maybe they too would all get a turn at Jan eventually. Not a guy in the school would not be drooling mentally at that thought.

I moved my hand up Jan's thigh, pushing her skirt up Some of the people around us could see her legs. When I got to her crotch I put my fingers in her pussy. Jan made a sound and went stiff.

\"I could make you do it right now, Jan,\" I said to her. \"You know that, don't you? If I wanted to I could tell you to get down on your knees right now, right here, in front of the whole damn school, and suck Billy's dick for him. You know that, right, Jan?\"

\"Please.\" She was gasping now. \"Donny, please.\"

\"Isn't that right, Jan?\"

Jan was shaking her head.

\"No?\" I said. \n
She stopped shaking her head. \"Donny,\" she begged.

\"Say it, Jan.\"

\"Yes.\" It was a low whisper. I could hardly hear it.

\"Say it aloud.\"

\"Yes.\" Sobbing hard now.

\"Yes, that's right. I could make you stand up on top of this table and strip yourself naked for everybody to see. Isn't that right, Jan?\"

\"Donny. . .\"

\"Jan?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Yes. And if I wanted to I could have you lay out on top of this table and invite every boy in this place to fuck the shit out of you. And that's what you would do. Isn't that right, Jan?\"

Jan was really crying now. Practically everybody in sight of her was looking at her now. I sank my fingers deeper into her cunt. \"Yes!\" Jan cried out. \"Yes yes yes. Yes!\" She was almost shouting, as she sobbed and squirmed and tried to pull away from my fingers.

\"Don't pull away, Jan,\" I said. \"Tell Billy and Tony and Brick what I'm doing to you.\"

\"You--\" Crying hard. \"You're putting--you--you're putting your fingers in my--in my--in me.\"

\"In your pussy,\" I said.

\"Yes.\"

\"Say it.\"

\"In my pussy.\"

\"In your cunt.\"

She was gasping continually now. Panting. It wasn't with pleasure. Nor with passion. It was with pain. And horror. And degradation.

\"Say it, Jan.\"

\"In my--in my cunt.\"

\"Jan,\" I said.

A moan.

\"Kiss Billy,\" I said.

\"Ohh.\"

\"Jan.\"

\"Please,\" Jan moaned. \"Please.\"

\"I want you to kiss Billy,\" I said. \"Right now, Jan. I want you to give him a long wet passionate kiss. I want you to stick your tongue in his mouth. As far into his mouth as you can. And kiss him good. Do it, Jan. Do it now.\"

Jan was staring. Still sobbing, still shaking. Billy was grinning. My dick was throbbing like hell. She started to say something but didn't. She just sat there sobbing and looking at me. With that face. I just waited.

Then Jan leaned over the table, with everybody watching and my fingers in her pussy, and she brought her sobbing mouth to Billy's and she kissed him. Sobbing and kissing him and putting her tongue in his mouth and pressing her lips against his. At that point Tony and Brick each grabbed for one of her breasts and squeezed hard, bringing a muffled cry from her throat. Jan was crying and moaning and kissing Billy, and everybody in that cafeteria was watching.

\"Now kiss Tony,\" I said when she pulled away. \"And then kiss Brick. And then me.\"

And Jan did it all. Sobbing and shaking and knowing I might any minute make her suck Billy off right there. Knowing she would have to do it tonight, in any case. Just as she had told him she would. And Tony and Brick too. She knew that.

It all started with my sister Sally. She was a year younger than me and a grade behind me in school. I always thought she was hot but I never guessed what she was really like until I spied on her one night playing games with one of her dates. I couldn't believe it. He had her tied up on her bed and was hitting her with his belt. And she was loving it and begging him to do it harder. I not only found out about her that night, I found out about myself too. Because my cock was hard in an instant and when he stopped hitting her and started fucking her tied-up body, fucking it hard and rough, with her urging him on and screaming in pain but in ecstasy too, and coming over and over again, I shot in my pants without even touching myself. So I found out I was a sadist. And that my sister was a masochist of the first order. And I knew I had to do something about it.

What I did was I took her over. Completely. It wasn't hard. I just had to hurt her harder and fuck her more cruelly and degrade her more shamingly than anybody else could, and that's just what I did. I made her my slave, I had complete control over her, and everybody at school knew it. I figured even our parents knew it, though they would never admit it, probably not even to themselves. They didn't want to see, didn't want to acknowledge anything that was not nice and smooth and normal in our family. But on some level they had to know. I was fucking her every night and often during the day too, and I was making her fuck other guys and do all kinds of things, in school and out. And Sally loved it, but part of her thing was that she had to resist, had to convince herself that she was being forced against her will. A victim, an unwilling captive slave. Yeah right.

\"I don't want to go to this party,\" Sally said one night.

\"Sure you do, sis,\" I said. \"You know you do.\"

\"Oh god,\" Sally said. \"You're going to auction me off again, aren't you?\"

\"What do you think, sis?\" I said, grinning at her.

\"You're such a bastard,\" Sally said. \"What are you going to make me do this time?\"

\"What do you want me to make you do, sis?\"

\"I don't want you to make me do anything,\" Sally said.

\"Well then, what do you think I'm going to make you do?\"

I could see it in her eyes. \"You--you're going to make me--display myself, aren't you?\" I didn't say anything. I just looked at her. \"Like you did last time,\" Sally said. \"When you made me stand up there and strip for them.\" I watched her tits going up and down under her blouse.

\"And you did it, sis,\" I said.

\"You--you made me.\"

\"Did I, sis?\"

\"Yes,\" Sally said. \"Making me stand there in front of all those boys. All those leering, catcalling, filthy boys. Making me take my clothes off. While they all watched.\" Her voice was breathier now. \"Is that what you will do tonight? she said.

\"What do you think, sis?\" I said again.

\"And you won't stop there, will you?\" Sally said.

\"What else do you think I will do, sis?\"

\"I know what you'll do. What you'll make me do. Oh god.\"

\"How can I make you do anything you don't want to do, sis?\" I asked her. \"Tell me that.\"

\"You will,\" Sally said. \"Like you did before. Oh Jesus. You'll auction me off to the highest bidder, and you'll make me--do it with him.\"

\"Do what, sis?\"

\"Anything he wants,\" Sally said. She was almost panting now. \"That's what you'll make me do. Anything he wants.\" \"

\"And what do you think he will want, sis?\"

I could see it all in her face. The need and the desire and the despair, all at once. \"I'll be standing there naked,\" Sally breathed. \"In front of all of them. Taking my clothes off till I'm naked. And you watching with them. And then you'll tell me to get on my knees. Get on my hands and knees, and crawl. To him. To the winner. And he'll tell me he wants me to--to use my mouth on him.\"

\"To suck his dick, you mean, sis.\"

\"Yes. To suck his dick. And I'll have to do that. Take his dick in my mouth and suck on it. I'll probably be crying by then,\" Sally said. She was practically crying now. But it was not tears that were making her eyes shine.. \"As I do it. With you watching. Making me do it. And all of them watching. And laughing. And saying things. Calling me cocksucker and whore and all kinds of things.\"

\"And then what?\" I said as she paused.

\"And then you'll make me fuck him,\" Sally said. \"Won't you?\"

\"Will I, sis?\"

\"Yes. You'll make me fuck him any way he wants. Any way he wants. In front of them all. And when he can't fuck me any more you'll make me do it with all the rest of them. Oh god, you'll make me crawl to each one of them and suck their cocks, and then you'll tell me I have to fuck them all, and I will, I will do it, I will have to do it.\" She was actually sobbing now. Sobbing and panting. \"Fucking them all,\" Sally said.

\"And then what, sis?

\"Oh dear sweet Jesus,\" Sally said. \"You'll tell them they can do anything they want with me. You'll tell them they can hurt me all they want. That they can whip me if they want. With their belts. And they will. Oh Jesus. They will.\" She was still sobbing, but more softly and slowly now. Her voice was shaky, but it thrilled me with its mixture of hatred and horror and helpless need. The hatred was directed at me, but also at herself. And also at all those boys who would be doing those things to her, and who in her deepest core she couldn't wait to subject herself to. \"They'll all remember the last time,\" Sally said then. \"How good it felt to hurt me. To make me scream for them. And that's what they'll all do. Take turns whipping me. And you'll make me stretch out for them,\" Sally said. \"You'll make me spread myself out and spread my arms and legs and let them all whip me as much as they want to.\" She was panting hard, and now I could see the shapes of her nipples poking against the front of her blouse. \"And after they whip my back and my ass and my thighs you'll tell me to turn over. Oh god. Oh Christ. You will, won't you?\" Sally said. \"Won't you?\"

\"Yes, sis,\" I said. \"That's what I'll do. And what will you do?\"

\"I'll do it.\" It was almost a whisper. \"I'll have to, won't I?\"

\"Will you, sis?\"

\"Yes,\" Sally said. \"Yes. I will, yes. You'll make me do it. Turn over. Spread out. Stretch my arms over my head. Spread my legs apart. So they can whip me that way. Whipping my breasts. Whipping my stomach. Whipping my pussy. Whipping all of me, and I will scream and shout and beg them to stop. Twisting and writhing and squirming. Yes. Oh yes. Oh dear god yes. And they will get all hard again seeing my pain, and they will all want to fuck me again, and you'll make me do it with them again. And then you'll tell me to ask each of them if they would like to--to piss on me. Or to piss in my mouth. Making me relieve them with my mouth. Drinking their piss from their cocks. That's what you will make me do, drink all their piss and then let them piss all over me.\" Her body was trembling, and she was gasping and panting so that her words were harder to make out. But I managed.

\"I can see it all now, sis,\" I said. \"And then what will I make you do?\"

\"You--\" She had to stop, and when she went on her voice was lower, though still shaky. \"You will--you will--you will tell me to be their ash tray,\" Sally said.

\"Will I, sis?\"

\"You did that before,\" Sally said.

\"And you practically came in your pants, sis. Like you're practically coming now. Isn't that right?\"

\"You bastard son of a bitch,\" Sally moaned. \"Making me light their cigarettes for them. So they could put them out on my body. Making me stretch out again. And making me ask them, making me beg them, to grind them out on my breasts. Begging them to do it. And they did.\" She stopped again. \"And they will,\" she panted. \"Grinding out their hot burning searing cigarettes into my breasts, into my thighs, into my pussy. And me screaming. Screaming. Oh god screaming!\"

\"And coming, sis,\" I said. \"Like you're coming now.\"

\"That's what you're going to do tonight, isn't it?\" Sally demanded. \"Isn't it?\"

\"I will if you fuck me, sis,\" I said.

\"You'll make me do that too,\" Sally said. \"Won't you? Fuck you in front of them. Fucking my own brother as they all watch and drool.\"

\"That's right, sis\" I said. \"And I'll do all that if you fuck me now too.\"

\"Hit me,\" Sally said breathlessly. Her eyes were crazy. \"Hit me and make me do it. Hit me hard and make me do it, make me\"

\"Okay,\" said and I hit her across the face. Then I did it again.

\"Yes!\" Sally cried. \"Yes, oh god yes, I will yes! Yes!\"

\"Sweet crawling masochistic sister bitch,\" I said. I had wanted to put off fucking her until the party, but I couldn't hold back. I pushed up her skirt and got on top of her. No panties of course. Then I was inside her and she was twisting and humping like crazy, wrapping her legs around me, sobbing and crying out and at the same time trying to pretend somehow that she didn't want this, that I was forcing her, but she wasn't fooling either of us, and she knew it. \"Maybe I'll tie you up this time,\" I said to her, my words making her even wilder. \"Take you to the party with your hands tied behind you, and your legs hobbled, and your hair wrapped around your wrists so that your head is pulled back, and auction you off as a slave. A helpless nympho slave.\"

Sally was out of control now, yelling and twisting and begging me to hurt her and to fuck her harder.

\"Fucking you, sis,\" I told her. \"You sweet hurting bitch. Oh what a party it will be, you sweet whore slave cunt sister yessss. . .\" And I came into her like a howitzer.

Well that's how it started. With my sister. Because at that party that night I met a guy who was into this stuff even more than I was, if that's possible. He told me that I was very lucky to have a sister like Sally, because masochistic women are great to practice on, but he said the real thrill was in having control over someone who didn't want it to happen, a woman who did not take pleasure in suffering but on the contrary was a completely unwilling victim. That, this guy said, was the biggest thrill in the world, and to prove it he offered to show me what he meant. A day later I was standing in his basement watching him burning a naked young brunette woman with a welding torch. The woman was hung up by her wrists, her feet off the floor. She was kicking and writhing and screaming her guts out while this guy--he said his name was Lars--walked around her aiming the flame from the torch at various parts of her body. Her body was marked and seared and blistered all over from the burning, and probably from other things, but that didn't keep it from being sexy as hell. She was screaming almost continuously, and when she wasn't screaming she was trying to beg, hysterically trying to beg him to stop, but she couldn't get the words out, she was gasping and crying and choking too much, and then she would scream again as he singed her with the terrible flame, aiming it at her nipples, or her stomach, or her armpits, or her crotch. Then he offered the torch to me and asked me if I wanted to do it for awhile.

Naturally I wasn't as practiced at it as he was, and at one point as I was burning her I got too close to her wildly flailing legs, and her foot kicked me in the thigh. Of course she had no shoes on and it didn't really hurt that much, and I don't even think it was deliberate, but Lars went ballistic. Taking the torch from me, he took hold of her leg with his other hand and pulled it up and back, holding it under his arm as he aimed the flame at the sole of her foot. Her howling shrieks were like nothing I'd ever heard as he moved the torch around, burning the entire surface, while her helpless body pitched and strained. When Lars released her foot she stopped struggling and just hung there, limp but still screaming, looking and sounding as though she had lost her mind.

\"Don't think she's gonna be walking for awhile,\" Lars said. \"You want to fuck her now?\"

I was afraid I was going to come before I could even get my pants off. Lars cut the woman down and she fell to the floor and I fell on top of her. That first time didn't take long, but it was the best fuck I could remember. Pounding into that burned, agony-filled body and feeling her squirm and twist with the pain, hearing her cries and sobs and shrieks in my ear, was the greatest thrill I'd ever known. Almost as soon as I shot inside her I was getting hard again, and the second time was even better. I rolled off her then, and Lars asked me if I was finished. I said I didn't think I would ever be finished. Lars told the woman to suck my cock. I don't know how she did it, but she did it. Crouching over me on her knees. Crying all the time. Moaning. Screaming around my dick once or twice when Lars singed her ass with the torch to encourage her. I came a third time right down her throat, and she gagged but she choked it down. Lars then took off his clothes and proceeded to fuck her in the ass.

\"Who is she?\" I asked him as he was doing it.

\"How the fuck do I know?\" was his reply.

\"What do you mean? What's her name?\"

\"Don't know her damn name. Don't give a shit.\"

\"Well, Christ, where did she come from? How did she get here?\"

\"I snatched her,\" Lars said. \"Took her right off the street. Do it all the time.\"

I stared at him. \"Bullshit,\" I said.

Lars just shrugged and kept on pounding at the woman's ass. She was still crouching on her knees, her face against the floor now, and still screaming, or trying to, but her throat was raw and the sounds came out as hoarse animal cries. But you could still hear the agony in them, the horror and the terror and the frantic desperate pleading, and those beautiful sounds were, incredibly, making my dick hard yet again. Lars slid his hands around to her breasts and began to twist her nipples, squeezing them hard in his fingers and making her body buck and spasm with the additional pain, and he kept on doing this until he shot inside her.

\"Gonna have to get rid of her soon,\" Lars said then. \"She doesn't fight like she used to. Best way is when they're nice and fresh, and they fight and struggle all the time, and you have to break them down and force them to do what you want. Show them who's boss. Trouble is, after you hurt them for a while they stop fighting, because they can't stand the pain and they'll do anything to avoid it. It's still good, because they still hate it, but it's not the same, you know? Then their bodies get all marked up, like this one, and it's time to move on. There's always more.\"

The woman, still on the floor, had curled herself into a ball and was sobbing helplessly.

\"Get rid of her how?\" I said. Christ, I thought, if I had this woman as my captive I'd never let her go.

\"Sell her,\" Lars said. \"I know a couple of guys run a string of houses overseas. They take them away, no questions asked, nobody ever sees them again.\"

The woman moaned. Lars kicked her.

\"I don't believe any of this,\" I said.

Lars shrugged again.

\"You take women off the street?\" I said. \"Strange women? How do you decide who to take?\"

\"How do you decide who you want to fuck, for Christ sake,\" Lars said. \"If they look good, if they're sexy, if they make my dick hard, that's how I pick them.\"

\"Just like that? At random? Anybody?\"

\"Why not?\"

\"Don't they have people looking for them? Cops?\"

Another shrug. \"Sure. Probably. So what? Never gonna find them here.\"

My head was spinning. \"Jesus Christ,\" I said. \"That's...I mean, shit, can you do that with anybody?\"

He looked at me. \"Pretty much, yeah. Why, you got somebody in mind?\"

I didn't answer at first. I couldn't believe the thoughts I was having. Finally I said, and I said it sort of like I was joking, because I thought maybe I was, though I wasn't sure, \"Well, hell, I can think of a couple of girls at my school that I wouldn't mind---you know--having this way. Being able to show them who's boss, like you said.\"

\"Yeah? Would you pay for that?\" Lars said.

\"Pay? What do you mean?\"

\"Pay. Money. You tell me who you want, I pick her up, keep her here, you pay me some money and you can come and see her anytime you want. Do what you want with her. How's that sound?\"

\"How much?\" I said.

\"Say a thousand bucks,\" Lars said.

\"Are you crazy?\" I said. \"I don't have a thousand bucks.\"

\"Too bad,\" Lars said.

\"How would it work?\" I said.

\"Just told you,\" Lars said.

\"It's impossible,\" I said.

Lars shrugged.

I looked down at the moaning, sobbing woman. My cock was hard. \"Christ,\" I said. \"You don't even know her name?\"

\"Who the fuck cares?\" Lars said. \"She's a cunt. You want to know her name, ask her. Or look through her stuff, it's over there someplace.\" He waved at a corner of the large room, and I looked over and saw a small pile of clothing lying on the floor. I got up and went over there. It was obviously the woman's clothing, and there was a small purse also. I picked it up and found a wallet inside. In the wallet I found her driver's license. It said her name was Judith Donnely. It said she lived at 826 Farragut Street. It said she was twenty-four years old. It also showed her picture. I had only seen her face twisted with pain, distorted with her screaming and crying. The picture showed her smiling, fresh-faced and pretty. I put the driver's license in my pocket, I wasn't sure why. Then I went back to Lars and the woman.

\"Her name is Judith Donnely,\" I said.

\"Big fucking deal,\" Lars said. \"Her name is shit now. You want to fuck her again?\"

\"Yes,\" I said. \"But give me the welding torch first.\"

Of course I thought a lot about what Lars said about snatching any girl I wanted. God knows there were plenty of candidates. But even aside from the fact that there was no way I could come up with a thousand bucks, the whole thing just didn't seem very realistic. What it seemed was dangerous. But it sure was fun to think about it. It made me horny as hell, and Sally usually ended up being the target of my wild lust. But she loved it, even though she claimed she didn't. That was all right, but I wanted more. Lars had been right. There was nothing like an unwilling woman.

I couldn't stop thinking about the woman at Lars's place, but when I asked him if I could visit him again, he said no. He said it was like dope: the first dose was free, just to get you hooked, but once you started craving it you had to pay. He said if I wanted to use Judith again it would cost me five hundred. He said I better hurry, though, because he was getting rid of her soon. I told him to go to hell, and then I went and fucked the shit out of my sister until she could hardly walk.

I went to the library and looked through the papers for a few weeks back, but I couldn't find anything about a Judith Donnely going missing or anything. But Farragut Street wasn't that far from where I lived, so one day after school, just for the hell of it, I took a walk over there, I wasn't too sure why. I found 826, and it was a normal-looking house. I don't know if I expected to see a bunch of cops or something hanging around, but there was nothing. But when I got closer I saw a girl sitting on the porch, in one of those swing things. She was reading a book. She was maybe seventeen or eighteen, but I had never seen her before, so I didn't think she went to my school. She had long dark brown hair and a kind of cute face with a pretty round mouth. She was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, but from what I could see her figure was kind of cute too.

She didn't notice me until I was right in front of the house, and when she looked up from her book I stopped walking. I didn't know what I was going to say, if anything, or even why I was there, and this was obviously a bad idea. I was about to go on again when the girl put her book down and stood up, moving to the porch steps to see me better. \"Can I help you with something?\" she said.

I should have just moved on. But I said, \"Um...I'm--I'm looking for Judith Donnely. Is she here?\"

Something changed in the girl's face. She didn't answer right away. \"No,\" she said then. \"No, she--she's gone. She's away. I'm her sister. Did you--do you know her?\"

\"Yes,\" I said. \"I'm, um...I'm an old friend of hers. From out of town.\" That sounded lame, but what could I do?. \"Haven't seen her for a while,\" I said. \"Thought I'd look her up. Where is she?\"

\"I don't know,\" the girl said. \"She's gone. She--she ran off. She was--well, she had some trouble. With our parents. And she just--\" She looked like she was going to cry. But she recovered herself. \"Look, would you like to come in?\" she asked. \"I'm Penny, by the way.\"

\"Don,\" I said. \"Donny. Thanks.\" She moved to the front door and opened it, and I followed her in.

\"My parents are at work,\" she said. \"Would you like something to drink?\"

\"I'm fine, thanks.\" She took me into the living room.

\"I thought I knew all Judy's friends,\" she said. \"You must have known her at college.\"

\"Yes. Right. At college. Right.\"

She looked puzzled then. \"But you look so young to be--\"

\"I'm smart for my age,\" I said. But I was getting in too deep here, and then I thought, why was I doing this? Why was I lying to her anyway? I should either just get the hell out of there, or tell her the truth. Tell her where her sister was. What did I owe to Lars anyway? Let them put his ass in jail for all I cared, and let this chick have her sister back. Or what was left of her.

But the thought of that sister, as I had seen her last, and of what I had done to her, set my mind going in another direction. Not to mention my dick. I didn't really want to give Lars up. Even if I couldn't afford the pleasures he could make available, I might be able to some day. And suddenly I was thinking that maybe I could get something out of this situation. I could damn well try, anyway. This girl didn't know me from Adam.

\"You're a very pretty girl, Penny,\" I said. \"Do you know that?\"

I saw her face change again, and a guarded look came into her eyes. \"Well, thanks,\" she said. \"You know, actually, I have some things I should be doing, so...\"

I took a breath. \"Actually,\" I said, \"I don't know your sister from college. But I know where she is right now.\"

She stared at me. \"You do?\"

\"Yes. She didn't run away. She's right here in town.\"

She gave a little gasp.. \"Oh my god! Are you serious?\"

\"Yes. I saw her a few days ago.\"

\"Where?\" Her eyes were wide. \"Where is she?\"

\"Well, I could tell you that,\" I said. \"But I want something in return.\"

She stared again. \"What?\"

\"A blow job,\" I said.

For a moment she just stood there, like she was stunned. Then. before I even knew what she was doing, she raised her hand and slapped me right across the face. Hard.

Without even thinking I slapped her right back.

She took a step backwards. Then, with a cry of rage, she brought both hands up and came at me, her nails reaching for my face. I caught her wrists and pushed her back. She tried to kick me, and almost got me where it would hurt the most, but not quite. She was struggling to get her arms free, but I was much stronger than she was, and I kept pushing her back as she fought me. Finally she stumbled and went down, and I fell on top of her. Still holding her wrists, I pinned her body with mine. She was still struggling, twisting around and trying to kick, but there wasn't much she could do. Her struggles got weaker, and finally she just stopped moving and lay still, panting, looking up at me. There was a fierce anger in her eyes, in her face, but it gradually faded. Neither of us moved until she had more or less caught her breath.

\"You're very strong,\" she said then. Still panting a little

\"I was on the wrestling team last year,\" I said.

\"I can't move at all,\" Penny said.

\"That's the idea,\" I said.

\"I can't do anything,\" Penny said. \"I'm helpless.\"

There was something else in her voice now.

\"That's right,\" I said. \"You are.\"

\"What...\" She hesitated. \"What are you going to do about it?\" she said.

\"What do you want me to do?\"

She looked away from me then. \"I--I don't want you to do anything,\" she said. Then: \"But--but I can't--I'm not--\"

\"You can't stop me,\" I said.

\"I--I guess I can't.\"

\"So. . .\" I said carefully. \"That blow job I was talking about. . .\"

Slowly her eyes came back to me. There was a flush in her face. I saw her swallow.

Then, slowly, she nodded.

I didn't let her up. Being helpless obviously got to her, and I didn't want to give her a chance to change her mind. I slowly got my legs beneath me and, still holding her wrists down on either side of her head, crawled up over her body till I could pin her upper arms with my knees as I crouched over her face. Then I released her wrists and unzipped my pants. Her lower body twisted a little, but I knelt heavily on her arms and it stopped. I knew I was hurting her, but she gave no sign, though she drew in a sharp breath when I pulled out my hard cock. Then I leaned forward and brought it to her mouth. She didn't resist or try to turn away; she just took it in as I pushed it deeper and deeper between her soft lips.

Then I was fucking that pretty round mouth. Moving back and forth, slowly, deliciously, loving the feel of those lips clasped around me. Her tongue was not actually active, but it was there, and once in a while I felt it brush across the underside of my dick as though with a mind of its own. She made a soft little moaning sound each time I sank into her, and her eyes never left me. It was strange looking into those deep brown eyes as I fucked her mouth, and it made me want to kiss her, and at the same time to piss her off again. I started thrusting into her as deeply as I could to try to make her gag, and she did, but then I was coming, and I pulled out and held her head still so she couldn't move away and I shot my jism all over her face.

I got off her then, and lay beside her on the floor, panting. Penny sat up with a cry of surprise and anger, pulled a handkerchief out of the pocket of her jeans and wiped her face with it. \"Oh god!\" she said. \"Why did you do that?\"

I shrugged. \"Seemed like a good idea at the time,\" I said.

\"You didn't have to do that. I was. . .I would've. . . Jesus!\"

I didn't say anything.

\"Okay,\" Penny said then. \"You got your blow job. Now tell me where Judy is.\"

\"Show me your tits first,\" I said.

She scuttled away from me. The anger was back in her face. \"Damn you!\" she breathed. \"What are you doing? We had a bargain! You said you'd tell me.\"

\"And I will,\" I said. \"Later. Right now I want to see your tits.\"

\"Go to hell,\" Penny said. \"That wasn't the deal. I did what you said, and now--\"

\"That's not why you did it,\" I said.

\"What?\"

\"That's not why you blew me,\" I said. \"You did it because I was holding you down, and you liked it. You got off on it. That's why you let me fuck your mouth. It's a great mouth, by the way.\" \"Damn you!\" Penny said. \"You think I--You think I'm a whore or something?\"

\"No,\" I said. \"I think you're a girl who gets off on feeling helpless. If you can't do anything, then whatever happens is not your fault, right?\"

\"Damn you!\" she said again.

\"I bet if I was to pin you down again, right now, you'd show me your tits all right,\" I said. \"I could do that, but I'm too worn out right now. So why don't you just pretend I'm doing it and show me anyway.\"

\"You're crazy,\" Penny said.

\"Come on,\" I said. \"And then I'll tell you about your sister.\"

\"Why should I believe you now?\"

\"Because you want to,\" I said. \"Come on.\" I patted the floor beside me. \"Why don't you lie down here and pretend I've overpowered you again. Pinning you down. Or even better, that I've tied you up. Wouldn't you like that?\"

\"Tied me up,\" she repeated. She sounded a little breathless.

\"Tightly,\" I said. \"So you can't move at all. Can't do a thing.\"

She just looked at me. She didn't move. \"That's crazy,\" she said again.

\"Just lie down. Come on.\" I patted the floor again.

She moved closer. Then she made a little sound and lay down on her back.

\"That's it,\" I said. \"Arms over your head.\" I helped her, guiding her arms back over her head, stretching them out, crossing them at the wrists. \"Now you're tied that way. Hand and foot. All stretched out. Can't move a muscle. How does it feel?\"

She whimpered.

\"So,\" I said. \"If I was to pull up your shirt and look at your tits, you couldn't do anything about it. Right, Penny?\"

Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly under her sweatshirt. I saw her close her eyes, then open them again.

\"Yes,\" she breathed.

\"Good,\" I said. And crouching over her, I took hold of the bottom of her sweatshirt and slowly pulled it up. Penny didn't move.

Her breasts were lovely, not too big, but nice and round--like her mouth--and her little pink nipples were standing up. \"Oh, that's pretty,\" I said, and I bent down and took one of them in my mouth. Penny gave a kind of moan. I sucked on that breast, licked that nipple, then moved to the other side. She moaned again. I did this a couple of times, moving back and forth, and then I moved down a bit and brought my hands to the buttons of her jeans.

\"Wait,\" Penny said. \"No. . .\"

\"You're tied, Penny,\" I said. \"Remember? You can't do anything.\" I opened the buttons. Then I moved further down and began tugging the jeans over her hips. Penny was moaning. But she didn't move.

I got her shoes off, and then I pulled the jeans all the way down, over her legs and off her feet. Her panties came with them. I looked at her cute curvy naked body. Her legs were good, and her brown patch of pubic hair set off her white skin. Her eyes were closed now. She was still moaning.

\"Penny,\" I said, and my voice sounded hoarse. \"You're tied a different way now, okay? Stretched out. Like spread-eagled, you know? All spread wide and. . . and helpless...\"

She gave kind of a low cry, and for a minute she didn't move. But then she did. She opened her legs and slowly spread them apart. Far apart. Her arms too. Stretching herself wide, lying there like that, her eyes still closed. Then they opened.

My cock felt like it might explode. I don't know how I had the patience, but I forced myself to pull my own clothes off before I got on top of her. I did it in record time. And then I got down between those widespread legs, on top of that sweet stretched out body, and I guided my dick into her pussy. Slowly, but completely, I took her. Moving all the way in. Holding myself there for a long moment and looking down into her eyes, wide and almost glassy now. Again I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't. I just fucked her. I fucked her for a long time. She didn't move much--whether because she just didn't feel like it or because she was still tied up in her mind, I didn't know--but it didn't matter. Her body was enough. She did come though, finally. I made sure of that. And this time when I came I shot inside her. I could only hope she was on birth control.

Afterwards I got dressed and so did she. We didn't say much. It wasn't until I was about to leave that she asked me again where her sister was.

\"I'll tell you what,\" I said. \"Why don't I tell you tomorrow.\"

She looked at me in disbelief. \"Donny. . .\" It was the first time I'd heard her say my name.

\"Do your parents go to work every day?\" I asked her.

\"Donny, for god's sake. Please. I have to know about Judy!\"

\"Tomorrow,\" I said, and I walked out.

I did go back the next day, but I didn't tell her where her sister was. I went back the day after that too, and every day for most of the week. Penny kept begging me to tell her, but she gradually realized that I wasn't going to, not as long as I could use the promise to keep on playing with her. But by then she was hooked. She didn't want to be, she told me she knew I was stringing her along and she wasn't going to do this anymore. Each time I showed up she said no, but she always gave in. All I had to do was get her in a grip where she couldn't get away, and she melted. Then I could play the game of supposedly tying her up in any position I could think up, and she would go along with it, even pretending to struggle sometimes against her imaginary bonds, but never breaking out of them, while I did what I wanted with her. She wasn't like Sally--she didn't need to be hurt, didn't respond to pain or torture or being degraded; it was just the helplessness, the loss of control, the inability to resist that got to her. After the first few days she started begging me to tie her up for real. I told her I would sometime. Like I would tell her where her sister was sometime. I enjoyed keeping her on the string, even pissing her off, because I knew how to turn her on in spite of herself.

Still, I kept thinking about her sister in Lars's basement. Kept seeing her tortured body convulsing in agony. Kept hearing her screams.

Then one day at school my friend Brick said to me, \"Fucking bitch!\"

I grinned at him. \"Who's the fucking bitch now?\" I asked. There was always some fucking bitch that Brick was pissed off at, because he wasn't very popular with the girls, being kind of slobby and pimply and not the greatest looking guy around. But that never seemed to stop him from coming on to them, and he always chose the prettiest, hottest, sexiest girls in the place, and was constantly getting snubbed and shot down. So he was always mad at some fucking bitch or other. This time it turned out to be Jan Burrows.

\"Jan Burrows?\" I said. \"Are you crazy? Why don't you try for the Queen of England or somebody, you'd probably have more of a chance.\"

\"I don't want the fucking Queen of England,\" Brick said. \"I want that fucking stuckup cock teaser.\"

\"Well, dream on,\" I said. \"She's only the hottest-looking girl in school, except maybe for Diane Alinsky. Diane was the fucking bitch you hated last week, as I recall.\"

\"They're both turds,\" Brick said. \"Think their shit don't stink. Like to get one of them alone sometime, nobody around to protect them. Bring them down a peg or two. Fuck the shit out of them, see how fucking high and mighty they are then. Make them fucking crawl, that's what. Make them. . .\"

He went on talking, but I wasn't listening. Something had clicked in my mind. I was thinking about Lars. I knew it was crazy. I also knew that Brick probably didn't have any more money than I did.

\"Would you really like to do that?\" I said when he stopped talking.

\"What do you mean?\"

\"What you just said. Getting Jan or Diane or one of those girls alone, where they can't do anything. Where you can do anything you want to them. Anything at all. With no limits, no punishment afterwards. Would you actually want that?\"

\"Shit, what do you think?\" he said, staring at me. \"Damn fucking straight!\"

\"How much would you pay for it?\" I asked.

\"What?\"

\"If it was possible. If you could really do that. How much would you pay? A thousand bucks?\"

Brick laughed. \"If I had it, sure. Hell, I'd pay a million if I had it. But talk about dreams. . .\"

\"What if it's not a dream? What if I could make it happen?\"

\"Yeah, right. Then you can fly up to heaven and fuck the Virgin Mary.\"

\"Listen,\" I said. \"Just suppose for a minute. Just suppose I could. But it would cost a thousand bucks. Would you be interested?\"

He really stared at me then. \"What are you on?\" he said finally. Then, \"Well Christ, shit yeah, damn right I'd be interested. I don't know where I'd get the money, but I'd damn well get it someplace. Rob a fucking bank if I had to. But that's the craziest shit I ever heard.\"

\"Tell you what,\" I said. \"You get the thousand bucks, I'll set it up. But I want to be in on it too.\"

Brick laughed again. \"Sure,\" he said. \"You can have sloppy seconds.\"

It took me a couple of days to convince him that I was serious, and even then he thought I was hallucinating or something. But for sure he didn't want to miss out an any slight possibility that I wasn't. He would never tell me how he got the money; I suspect he stole it from his parents or somebody, I don't know how. But he got it. And then I called Lars.

Lars was skeptical. I had to meet him and show him that I actually had the thousand bucks. He took it and asked me who I wanted done. I gave him both girls' names, Jan Burrows and Diane Alinsky, and told him either one would be fine. He said to give him a few days. I asked him about Judith Donnely, and he said she was gone. I didn't tell him about her sister.

But the next time I went to see Penny, I took Brick with me.

I didn't tell him about Judith, or about Lars for that matter. Not yet. I just told him I'd introduce him to this girl who we could have some fun with. I wasn't sure why I did that. I guess I wanted to see how far I could get Penny to go. I liked seeing that.

Penny's eyes widened when she opened the door and saw another guy with me. She didn't let us in right away. \"What do you want?\" she asked me.

\"Same thing you want, Penny,\" I said. \"I brought a friend along this time. Let us in.\"

\"What are you--Donny, I don't want--\"

\"Don't worry,\" I said. \"He's okay.\" I pushed on the door, and when it opened far enough I brushed right past her, pushing her out of the way. Brick followed me in. He closed the door behind him and stood against it. \"This is Brick,\" I told her.

There was a bit of panic in her eyes, but there was something else too. \"Wait,\" she said. \"Wait, Donny, I'm not--if you think I'm going to--\"

\"Take it easy,\" I said. Motioning for Brick to stay where he was, I walked Penny down the hall and into the living room. \"Listen,\" I said in a low voice. \"Everything's okay. Brick is a good guy. You'll like him. I just thought you'd like to try two guys for a change.\"

\"Jesus,\" Penny whispered. \"Do you think I'm a--a tramp? I don't want--\"

\"Think about it, Pen,\" I said. \"Two guys holding you down. Pinning you. Making you helpless. Doesn't that sound good?\"

Penny swallowed. \"No,\" she said. \"I can't. Donny. Oh god. No.\" But I could see her tits going up and down in her sweater.

\"Too bad,\" I said. \"Because you know, I was thinking about really tying you up this time.\"

Her eyes rose to mine. They were wide and kind of shiny. I saw her swallow again. \"Really?\" she whispered.

\"Sure. Enough pretending, right? This would be the real thing.\"

\"Oh god,\" Penny breathed. \"But can't it be just--you and me, Donny? Please?\"

\"More fun this way,' I said. \"You got any rope?\"

\"Oh. Jesus. Wait.\" She went out and into the kitchen. I could hear her opening drawers.

At that point Brick came down the hall and into the room. \"What's going on?\" he said.

\"Hold on,\" I told him. \"This is gonna be great. You like her, right?\"

Brick shrugged. \"Sure. She's cute. But is she--\"

I motioned for him to be quiet as I heard Penny coming back. She stopped for a moment when she saw Brick across the room, then turned to face me, holding out her hand. In it were several lengths of thin flexible rope. Her face was flushed. I took the ropes from her. \"Okay,\" I said. \"Turn around. I'm gonna tie your hands behind you. To start with.\"

A little sound came from her throat. She glanced quickly at Brick again, then looked back at me. \"Donny. . .\"

\"Turn around, Penny.\"

\"Oh god. . .\" she whispered. Then she turned around, slowly, presenting her back to me. She didn't look at Brick now. She didn't look at anything.

\"Put your hands behind you,\" I said.

And Penny did. I could see her arms trembling a little as she slowly brought them back. She moved them behind her and crossed them at the wrists. I could hear her breathing now.

As soon as I started wrapping one of the ropes around her wrists she made another sound, something between a gasp and a whimper. And when I pulled it tight she gave a little cry. It wasn't pain; I wasn't hurting her that much. It was something else. It was more like the sounds she made when she came.

She started moaning softly as I continued to bind her wrists, and by the time I tied off the rope she was almost panting. \"How's that, Penny?\" I said to her. \"Tight enough for you?\"

She pulled at the ropes, pulled hard, as though trying to get away, but she knew she couldn't. \"Ohh. . .\" she moaned. \"Ohhh god, yes. . .Donny. . .\"

\"That's just the start,\" I said, and Penny moaned again. \"But first,\" I said, \"I want you to be nice to Brick, okay?\"

Her eyes pleaded with me. \"Donny. . .\"

I brought my hand to her bound wrists and tugged at the rope as though testing it. \"Can you get free, Penny?' I said.

\"No. . .\" she breathed.

\"Can you get away somehow, do you think?\n
\"No.\" Panting.

\"Do you want to?\"

She whimpered softly, but she shook her head.

\"I told Brick you'd suck his cock for him,\" I said. \"Go do it.\"

She closed her eyes. For a long moment she just stood there. Then her eyes opened and looked at me once more. What I saw there made me want to kiss her and hit her at the same time. I did neither. \"Go to him,\" I said.

And she did. Slowly she moved across the room to where Brick was standing. Her drawn back arms made her high round breasts push out against her thin sweater, emphasized even more by her heavy breathing. She also wore a skirt that came down to just below her knees. It seemed to take a long time for her to cross the room, but she didn't stop until she was standing right in front of him. She was trembling a little.

\"On your knees, Penny,\" I said.

Penny went down. It wasn't easy for her with her hands tied, and she almost lost her balance at one point, but she managed to get to her knees. Brick quickly scrabbled at his pants, pulling his zipper down and bringing out his cock, which was already pretty hard. With his other hand he reached for Penny's head, but I said, \"No. Let her do it.\"

Brick waited. His cock was twitching. I waited too. Mine was straining at my pants. Penny gave a moan, then bowed her head over him and took his dick into her round little mouth.

She continued to moan as she sucked him, taking as much of him as she could. \"Good girl,\" I said. I went over and crouched down behind her, pulling the other ropes she had given me from my pocket, and proceeded to use one of them to tie her ankles together as she knelt there. Penny's moans got louder as I did so, and Brick was moaning too as she took him deeper. I wrapped the rope tightly around her ankles and tied it off, then used the remaining piece to bind her thighs, just above her knees. She gave a muffled cry around Brick's cock as the rope sank into the soft curvy flesh, pulling her upper legs tightly together. When I finished I sat back to watch her as she sucked steadily on that cock, her round lips circling it tightly, her head bobbing rhythmically up and down. She was taking almost all of him in now with each downward stroke, and her moans were louder and longer. Her eyes were wide open and wild-looking, but they were dry. What a sight she made, bending over him that way, hands bound behind her, legs and ankles tied, sucking and sucking. I saw that Brick couldn't last much longer, and then both his hands went out to clutch at her hair, and I couldn't stop him this time as he pulled her closer and shot into her mouth, yelling. Penny choked and gagged, but he didn't let her go, and she finally managed to swallow most of his sperm. He finished coming and let her go, pulling away, and she toppled onto her side, still coughing and panting, her bound body twisting deliciously, her skirt riding up over her legs.

\"God damn!\" Brick gasped out. He was almost staggering, and he quickly moved to a chair and sat down. He didn't bother to put his cock back, and I was surprised to see that it was still halfway hard. Penny was still squirming on the floor, moaning and panting, and obviously reveling in her tight bondage. It almost looked like she was ready to come right there.

I crouched down beside her. \"You like that, Penny, huh?\" I said. She moaned. Her eyes were glazed. I put my hand high on her upper leg and ran it over the smooth flesh. Her crotch was barely covered by her skirt now, and I worked my fingers between her pressed-together thighs, sliding them under her panties. As soon as one of them touched her clit she drew in a sharp breath, and when I began to stroke it she gave a wild animal cry and came helplessly, her body humping and bucking and writhing as she spasmed again and again.

\"Jesus Christ!\" Brick said.

\"Sweet,\" I said, and then I got up and started taking off my clothes. \"You want to fuck her now?\" I said.

\"Shit, yeah!\" Brick said. \"But we'll have to take those ropes off her legs so we can get to her.\"

\"Maybe not,\" I said. \"She's got other holes, you know. She's got one I haven't even used yet.\"

Penny was still panting from her orgasm, but she gave a little cry of apprehension, her eyes going wide as she stared up at me.

Brick grinned. \"You haven't, huh? Well, how about letting me be the first, old buddy.\"

\"Donny,\" Penny said fearfully. \"Donny, no. No.\"

\"But there's no way you can stop us, Penny,\" I said. \"All tied up like that. Is there?\"

\"Oh god!\" Penny breathed. Her eyes closed, then opened. \"But--but not like that, Donny. Please, I never--\"

\"About time you did,\" I said. \"Help me with her, Brick.\" Brick got up, and together we picked Penny up and carried her to the sofa. I stood her at one end of it and bent her over the arm, with her face in the sofa cushions, her ass sticking up and out. It was perfect. I could see her hands wriggling against the tight rope that held her wrists together behind her, but I knew she didn't really want to loosen it. She was making little sounds in her throat. I sat down on the sofa by her head and she raised it a little, straining her neck so she could look up at me. Her eyes were something to see.

\"Donny, please,\" she panted. \"I can't--\"

\"I can untie you, Penny,\" I said. \"Is that what you want? You want me to let you loose and go home? I can do that. Just say the word.\"

For a long moment she didn't say anything. A very long moment. Her face was twisted, her lips quivering. And oh god, those eyes.

\"No,\" she whispered finally. \"No, damn you. No.\"

\"She's all yours, Brick,\" I said.

Penny whimpered, and her head fell back onto the cushion as Brick stepped up behind her. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties down, leaving them bunched around the ropes that bound her thighs. \"Sweet little ass,\" he said. His dick was as hard as ever now. He spread her ass cheeks apart, but he seemed to have trouble getting himself into her. Penny's whimpers continued.

\"She's too fucking small,\" Brick said then. \"I need some damn lubrication.\" He left the room, and came back a moment later carrying a bottle of baby oil. He smeared it liberally over his cock and worked some into her ass with his finger. Penny gasped.

\"That's better,\" Brick said, and now began to work himself inside her. Penny gasped again, then her head came up with a cry of pain.

\"Oh god, it hurts!\" she bleated. \"Oh Christ! Stop, it hurts, stop!\"

I put a hand out to stroke her face. \"I know it hurts,\" I told her. \"I know that. But what can you do about it, Penny? Hmm?\"

She was breathing hard and making tormented sounds as Brick moved deeper inside her. But for a moment she seemed to freeze. Her eyes closed, her neck strained even further as her head moved slightly back and forth. \"Nothing,\" she breathed, so softly I could hardly hear her. Then she said it again. \"Nothing. . .\"

\"That's right,\" I said. \"So just take the pain, Penny. You can't stop it, so just take it.\" And with that I moved closer to her so that her head was right over my lap, and I took hold of her hair and pulled her face down to me, my very hard cock impaling her round little panting mouth.

Penny gave a series of muffled cries around my very stiff dick as Bruck continued to push himself into her. But she didn't try to pull away from me, even when I released her hair. Brick was groaning with pleasure as he buried his cock in her ass, and soon he began moving in and out, fucking her slowly. Penny's cries turned into whimpers, and then into soft sobs, and I felt her tongue moving on my dick. \"Suck it, Penny,\" I told her, and she did.

\"Christ, she's tight!\" Brick panted, moving faster now. \"Oh man, that's good!\" His hands moved around her body to clutch at her breasts through her sweater. He kneaded them with his fingers, then squeezed them hard. Penny's body jerked, and she again cried out around my cock. This time she did pull her mouth away, but I grabbed her hair again and shoved it back.

\"Take it, Penny,\" I said. \"Take it all, you helpless tied-up bitch.\" And with that I lost it completely and shot my wad right into her squalling mouth and down her throat. She couldn't swallow it right then, and most of it spilled out around my dick as she gagged and choked. The convulsive movement of her body seemed to set Brick off as well, and he gave a shout of something like triumph as he came inside her ass.

I released her hair and let my dick slip out of her mouth, stroking her head gently now as it rested in my lap. She was still sobbing a little. Brick gave her breasts a final squeeze as he pulled himself out of her ass, and this time her cry of pain went unmuffled. \"Great ass,\" Brick said, grinning. \"Now I want to see her tits.\"

You heard the man, Penny,\" I said. \"He wants to see your tits. You don't mind if I show them to him, do you, Penny?\"

She said something I couldn't hear. \"What, Penny?\" \"I can't stop you,\" she breathed.

\"That's right,\" I said. \"Stand up, Penny.\"

Brick helped her straighten up and get onto her feet, and then we both lowered her to the floor again and placed her on her back. Her body made an enticing arch as she lay with her bound hands crushed beneath her. Brick then straddled her waist and quickly pushed her sweater up over her breasts, bunching it around her neck. She had a bra on this time, a thin white bra that hooked in front, but Brick didn't bother unhooking it. He just pulled it out from her body and shoved it up as well, entangling it with her sweater.

Her pulled back arms caused her round breasts to thrust upwards more emphatically than usual, and I saw that the nipples were hard. \"Nice,\" Brick said, and he lowered his head to take one of her breasts in his mouth. Penny moaned. I thought he might bite her, but he seemed content to suck and lick at the luscious mound. It looked like a lot of fun, and since Brick was concentrating on just the one breast, I got down on the floor and started working on the other one. Penny moaned louder and started to squirm. The two of us were sucking and licking and nibbling side by side, and Penny was twisting her bound legs, and I knew that if I put my hand on her crotch again she would come like crazy. But I didn't. Instead I moved up and put my mouth to her ear.

\"I told you you'd like it with two guys, Penny,\" I breathed. \"I bet you'd like it even more with three or four. I could bring a whole bunch of boys next time, Penny. Would you like that?\"

\"No!\" Penny gasped. Brick was still working her breast with his mouth, and now his hand was playing with the other breast, the one I had abandoned. \"Donny, no! You can't--I won't--\"

\"Think about it,\" I said. \"Helpless just like this for a whole group of strange guys. I know you'd like that, Penny.\"

Penny's head was rolling from side to side. When it turned my way I kissed her sweet little panting mouth. \"I could tie you up for them,\" I said then. \"Or wait--I have a better idea. We could figure out a way that you could do it yourself.\" Penny's head stopped moving and she stared at me. \"Sure,\" I said. \"I bet we could do that. Not like this, maybe, but some way you could truss yourself up. Then you'd be all ready for us when we showed up. All helpless and ready.\"

\"Oh god no!\" Penny wailed. But her eyes were crazy, and she was panting harder as Brick continued to suck on her nipple. Her squirming body was kind of humping up and down, and when he ran his hand down from her breast to her crotch and worked his fingers between her thighs, as I had done earlier, she screamed and came like gangbusters.

\"What a crazy bitch,\" Brick said. He was hard again. \"I want to really fuck her now, damn it.\"

So I undid the ropes at her thighs and ankles, but I left her hands tied. Brick pulled her panties off her legs, but there wasn't much we could do about her sweater and bra without cutting them off, so we left them as they were. Then Brick lay down on his back and pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling his crotch. He guided his dick to her opening and she sank down over him without objection. \"Yeah, fuck me, babe,\" Brick told her, and she did, her legs pumping as she rose and fell on top of him, her wrists bound behind her. Her sweater had slipped down over her breasts, but I could see them bouncing a little as she moved steadily up and down. It was an interesting sight, and I soon got hard again too. I thought about trying to take her in the ass while Brick fucked her pussy, but it looked like too much trouble. So I got up and stood over Brick and stuck my cock in her mouth again. It was half open already, what with her moaning and panting, and it was such a nice round soft mouth that I could have fucked it forever.

But nothing compared to the thrill of raping Diane Alinsky.

\"I got the little Jew girl,\" Lars said to me on the phone.

\"Jew girl?\" I said. \"What are you talking about?\"\n
\"The girl you wanted,\" Lars said. \"One of them anyway. Diane Alinsky. You know she's a Jew, right?\"

\"Well . . . I guess so,\" I said. I supposed Diane was Jewish, but there were a number of Jewish people in our school, and I hadn't particularly thought of her that way. To me she was just a bitch. A pretty, sexy, stuckup, unobtainable bitch. Now suddenly it seemed she was obtainable after all. \"You got her?\" I said.

\"Yeah. All ready and waiting. When you want to come over?\"\n
\"Jesus,\" I said. \"Right now.\"

\"Okay.\"

\"Is she . . . What have you . . . I mean, you haven't--\"

\"Don't worry,\" Lars said. \"Haven't laid a finger on her. Well, at least no more than I had to. But she's still in one piece, even still got her clothes on. This one is yours, buddy, you paid for her, you own her. 'Course I hope you're gonna let me share in the fun sooner or later, you know what I mean?\"

I hadn't even thought about that. I hadn't thought very much about any of it, it had all seemed so unreal. But now it was real all right, and a part of me was almost panicking. But the thought of actually having Diane Alinsky at my mercy made me suppress that feeling as quickly as I could.

As soon as I hung up with Lars I called Brick and arranged to pick him up. He still couldn't believe this was going to happen, and I couldn't blame him. We were both keyed up as we got to Lars's house, and he let us in.

\"Who's this?\" Lars asked, looking at Brick.

\"This is Brick,\": I said. \"He's a friend of mine, it's okay.\"

\"Hold on, sonny,\" Lars said. \"First of all, I don't know this guy. And second, you paid me for you, not anybody else. This isn't a package deal. The price is a thousand bucks each.\"

Oh shit. \"What?\" I said. \"Oh, come on. Like you said, I bought her so she's mine, right? Why can't I share her with anybody I want?\"

\"That's not how it works, buddy. You want to share, get your own girls. You use my services, my house, my protection, you go by my rules. A thousand bucks each.\"

This was not good. Especially since it had been Brick's thousand bucks. \"I don't have another thousand bucks,\" I said. \"Can't we make a deal or something?\"

\"Like what?\" Lars said. \"You gonna get a girl for me?\" He laughed. \"You got nothing I want, sonny.\"

\"Wait,\" I said. \"How about Diane.\"

\"Who?\"

I stared at him. \"Diane,\" I repeated. \"The girl you just snatched. The reason we're here, remember?\"

\"Oh, the Jew girl,\" Lars said.

\"Whatever. You said you hoped I would let you in on the action, right? That's what you said. Well, okay, suppose we do that? After we're done with her you can have her. Do whatever you want with her. That's a good bargain, right?\"

\"Fuck that,\" Lars said. \"I go first.\"

\"No way,\" I said. \"That's part of what we're doing this for, to take her damn cherry. If you--\"

Lars laughed again. \"You think that chick is a virgin?\"

\"Well, I don't know,\" I said. \"But maybe. And anyway, there wouldn't be much left for us to do when you got through with her.\"

\"Same thing with you,\": Lars said. \"I'm not interested in your sloppy seconds. Or thirds. I go first, or you come up with another thousand. Or one of you is out of luck.\"

\"Hey, I put up the money,\" Brick chimed in. \"If only one of us gets her, it's me.\" I knew he was going to say that.

\"Wait,\" I said. I was desperate now. \"What if we do it together, okay? We can all work on her. It'll be better that way anyhow. A real gang bang, and we can all make her suffer at once. That's what we want, right, Brick? Make her suffer to the max, right?\"

\"Yeah,\" Brick said. \"But I want her ass. I want to fuck the bitch up the ass, and I want to do it before anybody else.\"

\"That's okay,\" I said. \"I really want to break her cherry. And if she hasn't got one I'll fucking do it anyway. I want to rape the shit out of that stuckup bitch.\"

\"Well, what I want to do is make her scream,\" Lars said. \"I can always fuck her later. You guys hold off and let me hurt her a little bit before you get started, we got a deal.\"

I looked at Brick, who shrugged. \"Okay,\" I said to Lars. \"Just leave us something to fuck, okay?\"

\"Don't worry,\" Lars said. \"Let's go.\" And he led us down to his basement.

Diane was there all right. She was sitting on a straight-backed wooden chair, secured to it by a rope wrapped several times around her waist. Her wrists were fastened behind her with handcuffs, the chain between them threaded under one of the vertical slats of the chair. She was fully dressed, in a blue buttoned shirt and a dark knee-length skirt. She looked very frightened.

Her eyes went wide when she saw us. I knew she knew who Brick was, as he had come on to her several times in his own obstreperous way. Me she probably recognized from having seen me around school, but I doubted that she even knew my name.

\"Holy shit!\" Brick said. \"Look at that!\"

\"How you doing, Jew girl?\" Lars said. \"Brought along a couple of friends of yours. Seems they'd like to have a little party with you. Think you'd like that?\"

Diane was trembling. I could see that from across the room. \"Please,\" she said. Her voice was so small and choked she could hardly get it out. \"Please. Let me go. Please. What are you doing? What do you want? Please...\"

My cock was already hard. Brick couldn't control himself. He moved across the room to stand in front of her. Then he reached out and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them. Diane cried out and tried to pull away. \"This is what we want, you fucking bitch,\" Brick said, twisting her tits hard through her shirt. \"This! This is what we fucking want! This!\"

\"Hey!\" Lars shouted, his voice cutting through Diane's squalls of pain and horror. \"Back off, shithead. We had a deal here, remember?\"

\"Fuck your deal!\" Brick said. \"It's my fucking money. This cunt laughed at me.\" He let go of her breasts and reached for her head with one hand, grabbing a fistful of her long dark hair and pulling her head back sharply over the top of the chair, bringing another cry from her. \"You laughed at me, didn't you, you stuckup bitch. Called me a loser. Told me to fuck off. Remember?\" He pulled harder on her hair. \"Well, who's the loser now, cunt? Who's gonna be laughing now, huh?\" And with that he mashed his mouth down on hers, kissing her forcefully as she made muffled squealing sounds and squirmed helplessly in her chair.

\"Goddam it!\" Lars yelled. He moved quickly to cabinet against one wall, opened a drawer and pulled out a gun, a pistol. He then moved toward Brick with his arm outstretched, pointing the gun directly at his head. \"I told you to back off, boy,\" he said angrily. \"Who the fuck you think you are? You come into my house and act like this, like you can do anything you want and screw anybody else? No way, buddy. Get the fuck out of here. Now!\"

Brick had released Diane and straightened up, and I could see the fear in his face as he stared at the gun. He spread his hands, almost raising them in the air but not quite. \"Okay, okay,\" he said weakly. \"I'm sorry, all right? Jesus.\"

\"Out!\" Lars said.

\"Wait a minute,\" I said. \"Lars, you don't have to do that. Brick just got carried away. I mean, it was his money, after all. He's just hot-headed, but he'll be okay now. Let him stick around, and we'll stick to the deal, okay?\" What I didn't say was that I was afraid Brick would go straight to the police to get back at Lars for throwing him out. Lars may have thought of that too.

\"Is that right, shithead?\" he said to Brick. He didn't lower the gun.

\"Yeah,\" Brick said. \"Yes. Absolutely. That's right.\"

\"Then sit down and shut up,\" Lars said. \"Both of you.\" He pointed the gun at me briefly, then swung it back to Brick. I quickly sat down in a chair on the far side of the room, and Brick did the same.

Lars put the gun away then. \"Remember, I can still shoot you, asshole,\" he growled. \"Nobody would ever find the body.\"

Brick said nothing.

Lars then turned to Diane. \"Now, little Jew girl,\" he said to her. \"Is it true what he said? Did you call that boy a loser?\"

Diane looked more terrified than ever. \"Please. . .\" she choked out. \"Please. . .\"

Lars pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Then he tossed the burning match at her face. It died before it reached her and didn't really hurt her or anything, but she shrieked anyway. Lars puffed on the cigarette. \"I asked you a question, Jew girl. When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Did you laugh at that boy and call him a loser? Did you?\"

\"I. . .I. . .\"

\"Let me help you remember,\" Lars said, and with a sudden movement he brought the cigarette to the side of Diane's neck and stubbed it out. Diane screamed loudly and jerked her head away as far as she could. Lars dropped the extinguished cigarette and calmly lit another one. Diane started to cry.

\"Did you?\" Lars said.

She was sobbing hard and moaning and she couldn't answer, until Lars made a movement toward her with the new cigarette. \"No!\" she shrieked out. \"Yes! Yes! I did. Oh god. . . please. . .don't. . .\"

\"That wasn't very nice, Jew girl,\" Lars said, and he dropped the cigarette into her lap. She gave a frightened cry and a convulsive upward thrust of her hips, and the cigarette flew into the air and fell to the floor. \"Not nice at all,\" he went on. \"I mean, it's true he's a loser, and an asshole too. But stupid little Jew girls don't get to say things like that to a man. Any man. You have to be punished for that, Jew girl.\"

Diane was still moaning, and shaking hard. Lars moved around in front of her and started to unbutton her shirt. She made a noise and twisted in her chair, trying to pull away, but there was no place she could go. \"No,\" she sobbed. \"No, please. . .\" But Lars didn't stop. He opened all the buttons and pulled the shirt open. She wore a white brassiere, and it was pleasantly full, going up and down with her rapid breathing.

Lars took a folding knife from his pocket, opened it and inserted it under the bra. \"No!\" Diane cried again, but he swiftly cut the bra apart, and then cut through the shoulder straps as well, so he could pull it off her.

\"Nice tits, Jew girl,\" Lars said. And they were. High and firm and solid looking, with reddish-brown nipples that stuck right out, obviously hard with fright. I thought Lars was going to light another cigarette to use on those tits, but instead he moved to the cabinet from which he'd gotten the gun and pulled out a small implement. When he came back to her I saw that it was a pair of pliers.

Diane whimpered with terror as he crouched down in front of her. \"No!\" she shouted again as he raised the pliers to her protruding left nipple. \"No, please! No!\"

\"Scream for us, Jew girl,\" Lars said, and he squeezed and twisted.

And Diane screamed. Christ, did she scream. My eardrums felt like they might burst with the sound, and I damn near came in my pants. Lars let her scream twice before releasing her nipple, and then he moved to the other one. This time she began to scream even before he clamped it, shaking her head wildly and trying to say something, to plead with him, but her screams prevented it. Lars waited until she quieted down a bit, subsiding into sobs and moans, hard gasping sobs and frightened, pleading moans, but when she tried to speak again he squeezed the pliers just a little and her words turned into a shriek of pain.

\"Tell him you're sorry, Jew girl,\" Lars said. \"For being such a snotty Jew bitch. Tell him.\"

\"I--I--\" She was choking and gasping, and her voice was shaking along with the rest of her. Lars turned the pliers a little. \"I'm sorry!\" she howled out, her body straining. \"No! Aaaahhh! I'm sorry! Please! I'm sorry!\"

\"I just bet you are,\" Lars said. \"And you're going to show him just how sorry you are, aren't you, cunt?\" He moved the pliers back to her left nipple. \"Tell him you want him to fuck you.\" Diane made a sound of horror. \"Tell him,\" Lars said. \"Tell him you'll fuck him any way he wants. Any time he wants. Tell him, Jew girl.\"

\"Ohhh my god. . .\" Diane moaned. \"No. . .no please. . . no. . .\"

\"Okay,\" Lars said, and he squeezed the pliers again and twisted hard. Diane's scream was louder and more terrible than before. Her body twisted and writhed so hard I thought the chair might break as she tried to buck against the restraints that held her in it. Her legs came up and stretched out on either side of Lars's crouching body, jerking and flailing abandonedly, her skirt pulling up over her thighs. She had terrific legs. Lars took her right nipple in the fingers of his free hand and tormented it while he continued using the pliers on the other one. Diane kept screaming and struggling and howling, until finally the pain became too much for her and she just passed out, her head slumping onto her chest.

\"Weak fucking bitch,\" Lars said as he stood up. \"Okay, that's enough for now. I'll get back to her later.\" He moved behind her, untied the rope that bound her to the chair, then unlocked the cuffs from her wrists. Diane fell off the chair and crumpled to the floor. \"You guys can fuck her now,\" Lars said.

I was ready. My cock was throbbing so hard I thought it might take off and fly away. I stood up and started to strip, and seeing that, Brick followed my example. \"I get her first,\" Brick said.

\"Who says?\" I protested.

\"It's my money, damn it!\"

\"Yeah, but I set this up. I found--\"

\"Shut up!\" Lars yelled. He pointed at me. \"He goes first,\" he said to Brick. \"He's gonna bust her cherry. You can have her ass later. One asshole taking another.\" He laughed.

I could see that Brick wanted to argue with him, but the thought of the gun kept him quiet. He cursed under his breath as he finished stripping.

The fall had revived Diane, but for a few moments all she could do was twitch and moan. But as Lars' words sank into her consciousness a look of sheer horror came over her face, and when she looked up and saw Brick and me naked, she gave out a loud scream and scrambled to her feet. She looked around wildly, and then suddenly ran toward the door that led upstairs, but Lars had locked it behind us. When she couldn't open it she cried out and ran toward a door on the other side of the room, but that was locked too. She stood there looking around in a panic. She still had her skirt on, and her shoes, but her shirt gaped open, her luscious breasts heaving up and down with each gasping breath.

My cock was standing up like a redwood. I moved toward her, but she skittered away along the wall. Brick moved to cut her off, but she avoided him too, sprinting toward the center of the room. We tried approaching her from different directions, but she kept moving away from us. Lars just stood there and watched.

With only two of us, it took a bit of maneuvering before we were able to gradually close in on her, cutting off the amount of space she had to escape to. But finally she was pressing herself against a wall, her eyes darting frantically about for a way out as we came close to her. But all she could do was slide away from us into a corner, and then she was trapped.

“No. . .” she whimpered, her eyes wide with terror. “No. No, please, no. . .”\n
I reached out and took hold of one of her wrists, tugging at it, but she set her feet and resisted me. Brick grabbed for her other wrist, and together we pulled her out of there. Diane started to scream. She struggled all the way as we pulled her to the middle of the room. Brick managed to trip her up and we got her down on the floor, but she was fighting and thrashing and twisting and kicking so hard that it was almost impossible to hold on to her, let alone do anything else. Her flailing legs nearly hit me in the crotch a few times. Her skirt was rucked all the way up over her panties, and her tits were bobbing around like crazy, but I was too busy trying to keep my grip on her to be able to appreciate the sight. I yelled for Brick to grab her legs, but when he released her wrist she almost got away from us. That was when Lars finally decided to lend a hand.

\"Amateurs,\" Lars said contemptuously. He came over and crouched down behind Diane's head, swiftly catching her free wrist with one hand. He took the other from my weakening grip and pulled her arms back over her head, pinning them down. \"Grab her legs,\" he told us, and with some difficulty we did, each of us catching on to an ankle and spreading her wide. Still she fought wildly, squirming and bucking and continuing to scream.

\"Christ, what are you waiting for?\" Lars said to me. \"Fuck the little Jew!\"

That was what I wanted to do right then more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. For one thing, she still had her damn panties on. Then I saw the knife lying on the floor, the little folding knife that Lars had dropped after cutting Diane's bra off. I had to let go of her leg in order to reach it, and when I did she started kicking out wildly, hitting Brick in the back with her foot as he tried to hold on to her other leg. I grabbed the knife and moved quickly back, avoiding the flailing leg as best I could. She tried kicking me too, but she couldn't get much leverage as I wedged myself between her thighs.

I had some difficulty cutting her panties off, the way she was twisting and flailing around, but I managed. I cut through the crotch and the waistband and then pulled the thing off her, tossing it aside along with the knife. Her dark pubic hair was right in front of my eyes, and her pussy was spread open between her outstretched thighs. Christ, I was afraid I was going to come before I even got inside her.

\"NOOOO!\" she screamed as I pushed forward, trying to get my straining dick lined up with her squirming, writhing crotch. \"NOOOO! NO PLEASE NO! NOOOOOO!!\" Every muscle in her body was trying to pull away from me, but with Lars still pinning her hands and Brick hanging on to her right ankle there was noplace she could go. All she could do was buck and twist and kick out with her free leg, and it wasn't good enough. I got my arm around her left thigh and finally managed to hold her still enough to get my cock into position. She started to yell \"NO!\" again, but it turned into a scream of utter horror and pain as I thrust forward as hard as I could, ramming my dick inside her.

I couldn't tell if she was a virgin or not. I didn't feel any barriers, but I slammed into her so hard and fast, and I was so crazy with lust and passion, that I might have broken through without even being aware of it. But she was tight as hell, I could feel that all right, and the way she was still squirming and trying to get away had me on the verge of exploding almost immediately. I tried to hold off, but it was no good, and I hardly had a chance to start fucking her before I came like crazy inside that tight twisting pussy. But I was so full of lust that I didn't even go down; I stayed hard and hot, and then I was moving inside her, truly fucking her, and her body was still trying to get away, straining and heaving and struggling, and she was screaming and screaming and sobbing and gasping, and her head thrashing from side to side and her pussy so tight and her whole body naked and helpless underneath me. God, it was lovely!

Again it flashed through my mind that Lars had been right--there was nothing like taking an unwilling woman, one who fought and struggled and resisted with all her might, but to no avail. There was nothing like it in the world, the feeling of power, of mastery, of triumph. Once I had gotten past that first overwhelming burst of passion I was able to savor the feeling, to revel in what I was doing to her, to feel the pleasure not only of her body and her cunt but also of seeing her horror and pain and desperation and helplessness. And loving it all.

At one point I reached up and took hold of her hair, holding it with both hands to keep her head still so that I could look down into her eyes as I fucked her. They were wild and unfocused and filled with tears and I don't know if she saw anything, but I looked into them anyway. \"How do you like it, Diane?\" I panted. \"How do you like being raped, you snotty stuckup little bitch? Hmmm?\" She just continued to sob in between screams, but her screams were getting weaker, and so were her struggles as her body got tired. Still holding her hair, I jammed my mouth down on hers, kissing her open writhing lips as she screamed into my mouth. I wanted to stick my tongue in there, but I was afraid she'd bite it off. I let go of her hair and brought my hands down to her breasts, squeezing them, clamping the nipples in my fingers, then slapping them as I continued to fuck her.

She still fought with whatever strength she had left, but I wanted her to fight some more. I wanted to defeat her completely, to overcome her best efforts. \"Hey, let her go, guys,\" I said to Lars and Brick. I was panting and gasping, but I felt invincible. \"Let her go, she's not going anyplace. Let me have her.\"

And they did. Lars just shrugged and let go of her wrists. Brick was more reluctant, but after a second he let go of her leg and fell back. As I had expected, Diane reacted with new strength, pounding at my back with her fists, kicking and flailing wildly underneath me. When hitting me did no good, she tried clawing at my face with her nails. I felt such joy, such unholy triumph as I caught at her wrists and forced her arms down, keeping her helpless, pinning her struggling body with mine and fucking her and fucking her until once again I couldn't hold out any longer, and I shot deliriously into that conquered body, shot and shot again and again until I thought I would never stop. But finally I did.

When I had emptied myself completely I rolled away from her, gasping for breath but feeling more fantastically fulfilled than I ever had in my life. At that point I couldn't believe that I would ever be satisfied with a \"normal\" fuck again.

As soon as I got off her, Diane rolled over too, away from me. She was crying hard and moaning now as she scrabbled to her hands and knees and began to crawl, trying frantically to get away from us, though she knew she couldn't. She didn't have the strength to get to her feet; she just crawled desperately, blindly, across the floor, while the three of us sat and watched her, listening to her terrible sounds of anguish and horror.

\"Christ, look at that!\" Brick said. \"Goddam Diane Alinsky, crawling like a fucking dog. Now that is a sight to see!\" And with that he got up and went after her.

Diane gave a shriek like the cry of a wild animal as Brick stepped in front of her. She tried to turn away, but he reached down and took hold of her long hair, keeping her from moving. \"Where you going, bitch?\": he said, grinning down at her. \"I'm gonna fuck your ass for you, you crawling cunt.\"

She began to plead then, but she was sobbing and gasping so hard that I couldn't make out the words. Brick wasted no time. He got down behind her and spread her ass cheeks. When he let go of her hair she tried to move away, but her arms gave way and buckled beneath her, so that her face and upper body were pressed against the floor, her ass sticking up and out. A second later she was screaming again as Brick forced his hard cock into her asshole.

\"Oh, yeah. . . oh shit yeah. . .\" he panted, and he went on talking like that as he pushed further into her, though his words were mostly drowned out by Diane's screams. He was soon clutching at her tits and thrusting in and out of her, but he didn't last long. He came into her ass with a loud yell and collapsed on top of her on the floor.

\"Okay,\" Lars said then. \"My turn now.\" He got up and went over to them. He was still dressed, but he opened his zipper and pulled out his cock as he went. Brick was still lying on top of Diane, who was still gasping and moaning, her body shuddering and heaving with her sobs. Lars shoved at Brick with his foot, and Brick rolled off her. Lars moved in front of her, then reached down and pulled her head up by her hair. Diane shrieked, but he kept pulling until she was forced to get up on her knees again, her face level with his crotch.

\"Listen, Jew girl,\" Lars said, his voice cutting through her wailing cries . \"You remember what I did to your tits before? Remember? That's nothing to what I'll do to you if you try to bite me. You'll pray for me to kill you if you do that. You get me, bitch?\" And without waiting for an answer he plunged his dick right into her open, crying, moaning mouth. He jammed it in all the way and she started to choke, but he only kept it there for a minute, still holding onto her hair, before he began to fuck it hard, pumping in and out, each forward thrust making her gag. At one point she brought her hands to his thighs and tried to push him away, but he only twisted her hair cruelly until she screamed around his cock. Then he came, holding her face to his crotch and forcing her to swallow desperately as he flooded her throat with his come, though some of it flowed back out of her mouth as she retched and gagged.

She collapsed to the floor again, gulping for breath and making indescribable, inhuman sounds as Lars stepped away from her, tucking in his dick and zipping himself up. \"Okay,\" he said to us. \"I take it you guys are done for now. I'll keep her here, and you can come back in a week or so, okay?\"

\"Fuck that!\" Brick said. \"What about tomorrow?\"

Lars glared at him. \"You don't know shit, fuckwad. You want to kill the cunt before you even get tired of her, sure, use her like this every fucking day. But I don't think she'll be so much fun when she's a corpse.\"

\"She won't last too long anyway, right?\" I said. \"Like you said, once we break her and she gets tamed, it won't be the same. And what happens then?\"

\"I'll get rid of her,\" Lars said. \"If you fucks don't mess her up too much, she'll still bring a good price, juicy young piece like that. And I'll even cut you guys in on the profit.\"

\"But I want to mess her up,\" Brick said. \"I want to mess her up bad, the snotty cunt.\"

Lars shrugged.

\"But what then?\" I said. \"What about other girls? If we want--you know. . . if we want more. . .\"

Lars shrugged again. \"Same deal,\" he said. \"Anybody you want. Thousand bucks each.\"

\"Shit,\" I said.

# For a couple of days after that I didn't go back to Penny's house. Pretty and sexy as she was, and even with her helplessness fetish, the thought of fucking her again seemed mild and tame compared with the incomparable ecstasy I had experienced with Diane. But I found myself thinking about her a lot, and even kind of missing her. I was also thinking about her reaction to what I had said to her about tying herself up, and wondering, again, how far I could get her to go.

Lars had mentioned a certain shop in a sleazy area of town where he went to buy a lot of his equipment, and finally I took a trip out there and spent too much money on a pair of handcuffs and a couple of manacles with adjustable chains, and the next day I brought them with me to Penny's house. When she opened the door she looked past me apprehensively, as if to see if I had brought the gang of guys I had mentioned, but when she saw I was alone she let me in.

\"I have some presents for you, Penny,\" I told her. \"You remember what we talked about last week? About figuring out a way you could tie yourself up? So that me and my friends could come and find you that way?\"

\"No,\" Penny said.

She wasn't saying she didn't remember; she was saying there was no way she would do that. But I chose to misunderstand her. \"Sure you do,\" I said. \"And I think you liked the idea. So I'm gonna make it possible. Let's go into the bedroom and I'll show you.\"

\"Donny, you're crazy,\" Penny said. \"If you think I would--would even think of doing something like that, my god!\"

\"I bet you have thought about it,\" I said. \"I bet you've been thinking about it ever since I mentioned it. I bet you maybe get yourself off thinking about it. Right, Penny?\"

She flushed then, and I knew I was right. \"That's different,\" she muttered. \"That doesn't mean I'd actually do it. God, it would--I mean what if--no. No way. Not for anything.\"

\"What if I told you where your sister is?\" I said.

\"That's bullshit,\" Penny said. \"I'm not falling for that anymore. You're never going to tell me. I don't think you even know my sister. You made the whole thing up.\"

\"Okay,\" I said. If she really thought that, at least she wouldn't be bothering me to tell her anymore. \"Then just do it because you want to.\"

\"But I don't.\"

\"All right, but let me show you anyway,\" I said. \"Just for the hell of it. Just you and me. I think you'll like it.\" I went into the bedroom then, and she followed me. I opened the bag I was carrying and laid out the stuff. I saw her eyes widen.

\"Looks good, doesn't it?\" I said. I then proceeded to attach the manacles to the posts at the bottom corners of the bed. I wound the chain of the handcuffs around one of the vertical bars in the headboard, so that the cuffs themselves were free. \"Now,\" I said, \"this should be easy for you. All you have to do is get on the bed, fasten the manacles around your ankles, then lie back and stretch your arms up and you should be able to lock the handcuffs on your wrists. What do you think?\"

\"Oh god,\" Penny said, and I saw her swallow.

\"Go ahead, try it,\" I said. \"You know you want to.\"

\"I--I'll do it for you,\" Penny said, a little breathlessly. \"Just for you, okay? Now. But nobody else. And I'm not gonna do it on my own and just wait for somebody to show up. No way. I don't trust you that much, and besides--\"

\"Okay, okay,\" I said. \"One step at a time, okay? Just try it out now.\"

Penny took off her shoes. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt, and she left them on as she got on the bed. Sitting in the center, she stretched out her left leg and reached for the manacle attached to the post on that side. I had left the chain at its maximum length, so she had no trouble getting hold of the metal cuff and fastening it around her ankle. She didn't close it as tightly as she could have, but it was tight enough to hold her, and I heard her draw in her breath sharply at the feel of it.

She had to spread her legs widely in order to secure the other cuff, and even with the chains at full length I saw that it was something of a strain, but she did it. Her breath was coming faster when she finished. Her face was flushed as she looked at me.

\"So far so good,\" I told her. \"Now lie down and reach for the handcuffs.\" Slowly she lowered herself onto her back and stretched her arms over her head. \"Good,\" I said. \"Just right. Now put them on.\"

She hesitated for just a second, and then she fumbled a little, but it only took her a couple of tries before she was able to use her right hand to close one of the cuffs around her left wrist. She moaned as she did it. Even using her left hand, the other one went on more easily. I made sure she closed them tightly enough, and then I moved to the foot of the bed and adjusted the leg chains a bit, so that her body was pulled as taut as possible without actually hurting her too much. Then I stood back and looked at her. She looked fantastically sexy stretched out that way, even clothed as she was, with her legs spread open and her straining arms pulling the T-shirt tight over her heaving breasts. They were slightly flattened by her position, but I could see the shapes of the nipples clearly outlined against the cloth. She was panting hard now and making little moaning noises, and her face was something to see.

\"You like that, huh, Penny?\" I said. \"Nice to be able to do that to yourself, isn't it?\"

\"Oh god, Donny. . .\" she panted. \"Oh god. . . oh god. . .\"

\"Now think about being that way when I bring my friends over here to see you,\" I said.

\"No!\" She shook her head wildly. \"No! I can't. No way, I can't! Oh Jesus. . .\"\n
\"Sure you can,\" I said. \"You just did it. How about tomorrow?\"

She looked stunned. \"You're crazy,\" she moaned. \"How could I--even if I--what if you didn't show up? I would be--\"

\"I'll show up,\" I said. \"You can bet on that. Me and three or four other guys.\" She moaned again. \"Just leave the front door unlocked,\" I said. \"Or better yet, leave your house key under the mat. So we can come in and find you just like this. All helpless and waiting.\"

\"Noooo. . .\" she breathed. \"Noooo. . .\"

\"Only naked, of course,\" I said.

Her eyes went even wider. \"Oh god, Donny. . . For god's sake. . .\" Her body, even pulled tight as it was, was writhing now, her hips squirming slightly. \"Oh god, Donny. . . do it to me. . . Take me, Donny...please. . .\"

\"I can't do that, Penny,\" I said. \"I'd have to cut your clothes off you. Or let you loose, and I don't think you want me to do that just yet, do you?\" Standing by the side of the bed, I reached down and trailed a hand over her breasts, moving from one to the other. I could feel the hardness of her nipples. I continued to play with them until she started to moan steadily. Then I slid the hand down over her stomach and placed it between her legs. Her hips arched off the bed as far as they could, her whole body straining as they did so. I could feel the moisture of her crotch right through her jeans. I stroked her there, and she was soon gasping for breath and begging me to take her, but I just kept rubbing her crotch until she came with a ragged cry, her stretched out body writhing harder than ever.

I was nearly as hot as she was by then, and I was sorely tempted to climb up on the bed and stick my dick down her throat, but I decided against it.

\"Now tomorrow,\" I told her as she moaned and panted in the aftermath of her climax, \"you'll be naked, like I said, so my friends and I will be able to fuck you this way with no trouble. Won't that be something?\"

\"Donny. . . I can't. . .\" Penny whimpered.. \"I can't. . . do that. I just can't.\"

\"Well, you think about it, Penny,\" I said. \"Just think about how it would be. Picture it in your mind. I'll bring my friends around tomorrow, about three o'clock, and I'm betting we'll find that key under the doormat.\"

\"You won't,\" she said weakly, as I started to unlock the handcuffs and then the leg irons. \"I'm telling you, Donny. And I won't let you in. Not unless you're alone.\"

\"Okay,\" I said. \"We'll see.\" When she was free I left the cuffs and the manacles where they were. \"Remember, three o'clock,\" I said. And I went out.

I went home from there, and the minute I got in the door I heard loud moaning sounds from upstairs. I knew it was my sister, and I figured she was playing with herself, or more likely hurting herself in some way, which got her off quicker than anything. I was still horny from my session with Penny, and I was more than ready to help Sally out by fucking the shit out of her as roughly as she wanted. I quickly went upstairs, but when I got to the door of Sally's room I stopped, frozen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Sally was naked. She was lying sideways across her bed, on her stomach, her wrists tied with rope to the bottom rail of the bed, her legs spread wide and lashed to the rail on the other side. She was also being fucked in the ass. Hard. But none of that was the big surprise. The surprise was the person doing the fucking.

It was my father.

He saw me almost as soon as I appeared in the doorway, and he stopped fucking and stared at me. His face got all red, and then it slowly took on an expression of glaring defiance. His cock was still up Sally's ass, and when he stopped moving she looked up and saw me too. \"Oh, shit,\" Sally said, and lowered her head again.

\"Get the hell out of here, Don,\" my father said.

\"What--what are you doing home at this time of day?\" I said. I was so flummoxed I felt dizzy, and I didn't know what the hell I was saying.

\"None of your business,\" my father said. Then he said, \"Your sister is a whore. Did you know that?\"

\"Yeah,\" I said. \"I knew that. But I didn't know you knew it.\"

\"It seems everybody knew it but me,\" my father said. \"And maybe her mother. I heard hints, but I didn't believe it. Now I do. I came home and found her--Christ, I couldn't--she was--\" He looked almost like he was going to cry, and then he started glaring again. He raised his hand and slapped it down hard across her ass. Sally gasped with pleasure. \"You whore!\" he cried, and started fucking her again.

\"Jesus, Pop,\" I said.

\"Shut up,\" he said. \"And get the fuck out of here. You say a word of this to your mother and I'll kill you.\"

\"I won't,\" I said. \"I mean, hell, I never told either of you about her all this time, did I? But now that I'm here, do you mind if I join in?\"

He kind of stared at me. \"What kind of fucking kids did I raise up?\" he said then. \"What the hell. Be my guest. A whore is a whore, right?\"

I moved to the bed, facing him across it. Sally's head was hanging over the side. I took hold of her hair and pulled it up with one hand while opening my fly with the other. My dick was hard, and I jammed it into her mouth and she moaned and took it down to the root. Then I was fucking her face as my dad fucked her ass.

\"I just meant to give her a good whipping,\" my father said. \"That's what I was going to do.\"

\"She'd like that,\" I said. \"You could still do it, but if you think you'd be punishing her, you wouldn't. Just the opposite.\"

\"I couldn't stop myself,\" he said. \"I had to--Christ. . .\"

\"Why are you home now?\" I asked again.

He didn't answer right away. He just pounded away at Sally's ass. Then he said, \"I got fired.\"

Another shock. \"Fired?\" I said. \"You?\"

\"Yeah. Fucking fired. Just like that. Eighteen years. Thrown out. Kicked out. Downsizing, they say. Fucking bastards. So long, thanks for nothing, fuck you. Then I come home and find my daughter--Christ. Christ. You filthy whore.\" He actually was crying now. He pulled himself out of her and stepped back and reached down for his pants, which were puddled around his ankles. He pulled the belt out of them, then raised it high and brought it down on Sally's back with what looked like all the strength of his arm. Sally screamed around my dick. My father raised the belt and slashed it down again. I quickly pulled my cock from her mouth, afraid she might bite it off. But she just kept screaming and screaming and my father kept hitting her with the belt, swinging it back and forth, whipping it mercilessly into her back and her ass until he couldn't do it anymore. Then he sort of collapsed and just sat there on the floor, breathing hard and crying at the same time.

\"It's okay, Pop,\" I said stupidly. \"You'll find something else.\"

\"Fuck you,\" he said. Then he slowly got up and pulled up his pants and went out of the room.

Sally was moaning and squirming in her bonds, and my dick was still hard. I pulled her head up by her hair again and stuck it back in her mouth. \"Okay, bitch,\" I said to her. \"Here's how it's gonna be. With Pop out of a job we're gonna need money, and you're gonna make it for us. You're gonna be a whore for real now. All those guys you been fucking for free, they're gonna have to pay for it. I'm gonna hire you out to anybody who wants your crazy ass, and you're gonna do anything they tell you to do. You'll like that, won't you, you sick little bitch?\"

Sally pulled her mouth off my cock to look up at me. It must have hurt, as I was still pulling on her hair, but her eyes were shining. \"You're going to make me do that, aren't you?\" she gasped out. \"You're going to make me fuck strange men for money. Filthy, nasty men. Old fat disgusting horrible men, you'll make me do everything they want, you'll make me--\"

\"Goddam right,\" I told her. \"I'll make you drink their piss and eat their shit, and then they can fuck you to death if they want to. How's that? Now swallow my jism, you puling turd.\" And I stuck my dick back in her mouth and fucked it till I came down her throat, and when I finished coming I pissed down her throat for good measure, and Sally swallowed it all. Then I left her that way.

Of course I had no intention of actually bringing more guys to Penny's house. I was already sorry I had shown her off to Brick, and I knew that if I got more people involved the word would surely get out, and I could get in a lot of trouble. But Penny thought I was serious, and I couldn't wait to see if she would actually make herself helpless and display herself that way for strangers who she knew would probably fuck her blind.

I was surprised to find that my heart was racing as I approached her house the next day. Before I looked under the mat I tried the front door. It was locked. I listened, but I couldn't hear anything from inside. Damn, I thought, why was I prolonging the suspense? I took a deep breath to calm myself down before I stooped and lifted up the mat. And there it was. The key.

My heart was pounding again, and now my cock was hard. I didn't realize until later that what I was feeling was this exhilarating sense of power. I had gotten her to do this! It was a different kind of power than I had felt with Sally, who wanted everything she got with every cell in her body, or with Diane, who didn't want it at all but had no choice in the matter. Penny had a choice. She hadn't wanted to do this, at least part of her hadn't--the sensible part, the rational part--but I had worked on the other part of her, the deep dark need hidden inside her, which had now conquered her and made her its slave. And, in a way, mine.

Taking another long breath, I stood up and unlocked the door. I opened it slowly and went in. I couldn't hear anything at first, but as I approached Penny's bedroom I caught a small sound. It sounded like a whimper. My dick was already throbbing. I went into her bedroom, and there she was. In the same position as yesterday, on her back, stretched out taut, her legs widely spread and shackled, her arms over her head, her wrists held by the cuffs. And she was stark staring naked.

She whimpered again as she saw me, more loudly this time, and her face was something to see. Her eyes were wide and wild, and her expression was almost pure fear, but there was something else there too. She was breathing very hard, and I could see her breasts, semi-flattened as they were by her position, going up and down. Her nipples were hard. She continued to emit little whimpering moans as I came in, and she looked past me, obviously expecting to see the other guys I had promised to bring with me.

\"Relax, Penny,\" I told her. \"I'm alone.\"

Her eyes went even wider as she stared at me, and the sounds ceased. Then, unexpectedly, she burst into tears and started to cry violently. I wasn't sure if she was crying with relief or with disappointment, or with a combination of both. Then after a minute she stopped.

\"Oh my god, Donny!\" she gasped out. \"Take me! For god's sake, fuck me, Donny. Please!\"

I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. When I was naked I got on top of her and jammed my dick into her with one stroke. Her pussy was wide open because of her outstretched legs, and she was so wet I could hardly get any traction, but it didn't matter. That taut, spread out body, along with that sense of power, now stronger than ever, made me so hot I couldn't believe it, and I fucked her with all my strength. I knew that each stroke was pulling her wrists and ankles hard against her shackles, but she didn't seem to mind; the sounds that came from her were of passion more than pain. I came more quickly than I wanted to, but not more quickly than Penny, who actually had two orgasms before I collapsed on top of her.

I quickly rolled off to avoid hurting her even more, and sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her. She was panting hard. I thought about unlocking her restraints, but I didn't. Instead I bent down and kissed her panting mouth.

\"You bastard,\" Penny moaned when I straightened up. \"I thought you were really going to--I thought. . .\"

\"You thought I'd bring more guys with me,\" I said.

\"That's what you said. You told me--\"

\"And you chained yourself up anyway.\"

\"Oh god. . .\" Penny whispered, and she turned her face away.

\"You stripped yourself naked,\" I said. \"And you made yourself helpless, and you waited for these strange guys to come along and look at you that way. And do whatever they wanted to you.\"

Penny moaned. Then she looked back at me, a kind of defiance mixed with shame in her eyes. \"Yes I did,\" she breathed. \"Oh god, I did. I couldn't stop myself. What does that make me, Donny?\"

\"I don't know,\" I said. \"A little crazy, maybe. But who isn't?\" I couldn't stop looking at that vulnerable, straining body. I put my hand on one outstretched thigh and stroked it. She took in a sharp breath, and I saw her nipples hardening again. I could already feel the faint stirrings of renewed arousal in myself as well. \"Do you want me to release you?\" I asked her.

She hesitated for a long moment. Then she shook her head slowly. \"No,\" she whispered.

\"Do you want me to fuck you again?\" I said. \"Because I could.\"

Her pause was briefer this time. \"If you want to,\" she said.

\"You know,\" I told her, \"if I had actually brought those guys with me, they would have all fucked you. All of them. You know that, right?\"

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. They were melting. \"I couldn't have stopped them,\" she breathed.

\"No. You couldn't have done anything about it. All of them taking you, one after another. Probably more than once. Fucking your mouth too. Probably take hours. Strangers fucking your helpless body over and over. And all because of what you did to yourself.\"

\"Oh Donny...\" Her breathing had nearly returned to normal, but now it quickened again. Her nipples stuck up like little spikes. \"Oh god, Donny, you bastard, yes, do it again. Please. . .\"

\"Maybe what I should do,\" I said, \"is go out and get some guy off the street right now, some strange guy, bring him in here and let him do it to you. What do you think?\"

Penny closed her eyes again and made that little whimpering sound that she had been making when I came in. \"Oh, damn you,\" she whispered. \"Damn you, Donny. . .\"

\"Yeah, you'd love it,\" I said. \"Okay. Don't go away, now.\" And I got up and went out of the room.

Of course she must have known I wasn't serious, as I was still naked, but I could hear her moaning. I went to the front door and opened it just a crack, then closed it with a bang. \"Okay,\" I said loudly. \"She's in here.\"

Penny was staring at me as I came back into the bedroom. \"Holy shit!\" I said, roughening my voice a little, trying to sound different. \"\"Look at that! Jesus Christ, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, girlie.\" Penny whimpered again. My cock was hard now. I got on top of her and stuck it in and fucked her again, more roughly than before. I lasted longer this time, and Penny came and came.

She was crying when I finally unlocked the cuffs and set her free. I wasn't sure why she was crying, and I don't think she was either. She was so stiff she could hardly move at first, and her wrists and ankles were abraded, but she didn't complain. She rolled over painfully and snuggled up against me and called me a bastard. I kissed her then, and she kissed me back.

\"You might want to do the same thing tomorrow,\" I said then. \"One of these days I might actually do it. You never know.\"

Penny whimpered.

Brick and I couldn't wait a whole week to go back and see Diane again, as Lars had suggested, but somehow we held out for four or five days. Then I called Lars and told him we wanted to come over, and he said fine. He didn't have her tied up this time; he had her locked in a kind of cage thing in one corner of his basement. She couldn't stand up in there, but she could move around a little bit. And she was naked.

As soon as she saw us she began to moan fearfully and make mewling sounds. Lars unlocked the door of the cage and told her to come out, but she wouldn't. He had to pull her out of there by her hair, and she came crawling on her hands and knees. God, it was so hot to see her crawling like that again. Brick loved it so much that he told her to just crawl around the room for a while, like the fucking bitch dog that she was. Diane was shaking, but she hesitated for a moment, until Lars gave her a kick in the ass and told her that if she didn't do everything we told her to do he'd cut her damn nipples off. She crawled then, slowly, around the room, crying hard, her breasts swaying beneath her, the muscles in her thighs rippling enticingly, her long dark hair hanging down and dragging along the floor. My cock felt like I could have busted rocks with it. Brick and I both stripped down as we watched her, and he was as hard as I was.

Finally I couldn't wait anymore, and I told her to crawl over to me. Still crying, still shaking, she did so. When she was crouching in front of me I said, \"Okay, Diane. Suck my dick.\"

She looked up at me, and I almost came just from seeing the expression on her face. \"Please. . .\" she sobbed out. \"Please. . .\"

Lars had been watching from the other side of the room, and now he began to walk toward us, holding a small pair of clippers in his hand. Diane looked over at him and let out a scream of horror, her face turning absolutely white. Then she turned back to me and jammed her mouth over my rigid cock, taking it in about halfway. She held it there for several moments, as if she didn't know what to do with it. She was breathing hard through her nose, and still sobbing spasmodically.

\"Suck it, Diane,\" I told her. \"Suck it nice and slow.\"

I let out a moan as her mouth began to move. I couldn't believe I actually had Diane Alinsky sucking my dick. Even though I had already fucked her, had raped the shit out of her in fact, this was something else. \"Christ,\" I breathed. \"Look at this. Diane Alinsky. Stuckup bitch. Hottest girl in school. Sucking my cock. Naked on her goddam knees with my prick in her mouth. Jesus Christ. Don't stop, Diane. Take it all. Let me feel your tongue. Oh yeah. Oh shit yeah. . .\"

She sucked me off and she never stopped sobbing, and when I came I told her to swallow it all, and she did her best. Choking and gagging, but she got most of it down, and when I was done I told her to lick my dick clean. She gagged again as she did it, but she did it.

Diane Alinsky. Christ.

Then Brick wanted to fuck her face too, and he did, literally, grabbing her hair and jerking her head back and forth by it as he slammed his cock down her throat again and again. He almost strangled her that way, and she was alternately choking and trying to shout around his dick as he rammed her harder and harder. But when he came he pulled out and shot his jism all over her twisted face, laughing and gasping at the same time.

When he let go of her hair she fell to the floor and curled herself into a ball, heaving and blubbering and trying to catch her breath between sobs. Brick spat on her.

\"You guys through?\" Lars said then.

\"Hell, no!\" Brick said. \"We're just getting started. Right, buddy?\"

\"Yeah,\" I said. I was feeling pretty drained right then, but I knew it wouldn't take much to get me hard and ready again. Not with this once proud and haughty, now degraded but still gorgeous girl completely at my mercy. I crouched down over her and put a hand on her breast. Diane gave a little cry and made is if to pull away, but she wasn't going anywhere. I put my other hand in her hair and turned her face to mine.

\"I want to fuck you again, Diane,\" I said to her. \"I want to fuck that sweet sexy body until you can't see straight. I want to fuck your cunt, and I want to fuck your ass, and I want to fuck everything you've got.\" Diane was moaning. Still holding her hair, I bent down and kissed her open quivering mouth. I put my tongue in there too, probing and licking and tasting, relishing the moans and sobs now stifled by my mouth.

\"Brick is gonna do that too,\" I went on when I stopped kissing her. \"And Lars, of course, if he wants to. He might still cut your nipples off, you know. He's got all kinds of things he likes to do to girls. Did he show you his welding torch? Oh god, I'd like to see him using that on you, Diane. Christ, what a sight that would be!.\" Sure enough, my cock was hard again now.

\"Please. . .\" Diane choked out. Her face was something to see. Her eyes were wide and frightened and running with tears, her mouth was twisted with horror, and streaks of Brick's come were clinging to her forehead and dripping down her cheeks. To me, in a crazy way, she looked more beautiful than ever. \"Please. . .\" she panted again. \"Don't. . . please. . . no more. . . please...\"

\"Get out of the way,\" Brick said. I looked up and saw that he was talking to me. He had taken the belt out of his discarded pants and was holding it by the buckle. \"Get out of the way, damn it, I want to whip this filthy cunt.\"

\"NO!\" Diane shrieked. But I moved away from her to give him a clear field, and raised his arm and brought the belt down across the front of her body. The cracking sound made my cock spasm. Diane screamed and rolled onto her hands and knees, trying to crawl away, but I reached out and took hold of her ankles, and she scrabbled ineffectually at the floor, screaming and begging as Brick whipped the belt across her back, again and again.

\"Turn her over,\" he panted then. \"I want to get at her fucking tits.\" Diane screamed louder. I tried to turn her over by her ankles, but she fought me, her body flailing from side to side, still trying to get away. At that point Lars came over to help. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her flat on the floor, and between us we turned her onto her back. I held on to her ankles and he pinned her hands. She was struggling and shrieking, but she was helpless, and her twisting and squirming made her breasts bobble and jiggle erotically, even stretched out as she was.

And Brick proceeded to whip them. He was merciless too, slashing the belt as hard as he could into those luscious mounds, and he didn't stop until his arm was too tired to continue. Diane by then had screamed herself hoarse, and the sounds she was making were like nothing I had ever heard. Her tits were bright red when he stopped, covered with belt marks and even bleeding a little, and her struggles had worn her out so that she was too weak to fight anymore.

I fucked her then. I just crawled up on top of her and pried her legs apart and took her. I was as hot as I had been the first time I'd done that, and it felt fantastic, it felt unbelievably great--but it wasn't the same. Because there was no fight now, no resistance, no struggle. Oh, I knew that she was hurting like hell, and that she was hating every moment, and that she was conquered and degraded and ground into dirt; and all of that, along with her hoarse moans and her sobs and her obvious horror, added to my pleasure and spurred me on to a fabulous climax. But it wasn't the same.

After I finished Brick took her too, and then Lars turned her over and fucked her ass. Then he said he wanted to work on her some more. I asked him if he was planning to use the welding torch on her, and he said he would save that for next time. Now he wanted to show the little Jew who she was. He tied her into a chair, the same way she had been when we first saw her there, except that he tied her ankles to the side rungs, so that her legs were stretched open. Then he took out a box of long-needled push pins.

He started with her nipples. And as it turned out, Diane hadn't completely lost her voice after all. Or if she had, she somehow found it again. I had never heard such screaming. She begged too, in the intervals of her screams, at such times as Lars wasn't sticking the pins into her flesh and she had recovered her senses enough to form words. But mostly she screamed. Lars skewered each of her nipples several times, then moved to the little pink circles surrounding them. He kept telling her that she was nothing but a little Jew, and Jews were made to suffer. It was only when he started using the pins on her cunt lips that he asked her if she didn't agree with him. \"You're a little Jew cunt, aren't you, bitch?\" he said, and he stuck a pin through one of her labia. It was good thing that chair was pretty sturdy, or she would have knocked it over with her frantic twisting. \"I asked you a question,\" Lars said through her screams, and he pricked her other cunt lip. Diane shrieked out something that sounded like yes. \"Say it,\" Lars said, pushing the pin deeper. Diane couldn't get the words out at first. Lars pushed the pin through. He waited for her renewed screaming to die down a little, then picked up another pin. Diane told him she was a little Jew cunt. She howled it out. Lars told her to say it again, and she did. She was almost choking on her screams and sobs, but she got it out. Lars poked the new pin into the flesh just above her pussy, close to her clit. \"You're nothing but a fucking piece of shit kike,\" Lars said. \"Tell us that.\" Diane told him, but it was hard to make out what she was saying. \"I can't hear you, kike,\" Lars said, and pushed the pin all the way in. Diane howled like an animal. She tried desperately to yell it out, but it took her several tries before we could understand her. Lars continued to skewer her pussy lips, occasionally pausing to torment her further by fingering the pins already in place. \"You know what little Jew bitches are good for?\" Lars said then. \"They're good for fucking dogs. They're not good enough to fuck regular guys. We're doing you a favor by fucking you, you filthy kike cunt. You should be fucking dogs. Tell me that.\" It only took one more pin for Diane to scream out that she should be fucking dogs. \"I have a dog,\" Lars said. \"A nice big one. He loves to fuck human girls. Not that kikes are human. But he doesn't care. He likes to have his dick sucked too. You'd like to do that for him, right, little Jew? Tell me you'd like to suck off my dog.\" And Diane did. She told him she'd like to suck off his dog. She was so out of her mind with pain and horror by then that I wasn't sure she knew what she was saying anymore. But she said it. Screamed it. And she said everything else he told her to say. Finally, when Lars stuck the last pin into her clit, she passed out.

Naturally I was hard again, and so was Brick. But Diane was out of it, and Lars wouldn't let us do anything else. \"Come back next week,\" Lars said. \"You can watch her fucking the dog.\"

That was something to think about. \"What about all those pins?\" I asked him. \"You gonna leave them in there like that?\"

\"For now,\" Lars said. \"I want her to be awake when I take them out. That'll be almost as much fun for her as when they went in.\"

\"Shit,\" I said. \"I'd like to see that. Or hear it anyway. Hey, you got a tape recorder or something? Or one of those phones you can copy sound on? Maybe you could record her screams for us, and we could listen to it later.\"

\"Cost you extra,\" Lars said.

Brick and I were both still horny as we left Lars's place. \"Hey, let's go see that Penny chick,\" Brick said. \"I could stand another little piece of that.\"

\"No good,\" I said. \"It's nighttime, her parents will be home now.\"

\"Shit,\" Brick said. \"Okay, what about your sister? I haven't even seen her since that last party. Man, that was something!\"

\"Yeah, that's an idea,\" I said. \"One thing I never tried with Sally is sticking pins into her. I mean, she'll probably love it, but it would be interesting to see.\"

\"Hell, yeah!\" Brick said. \"But aren't your folks home?\"

\"My mom's off visiting my aunt,\" I said. \"My dad's probably home, though. But he might be all right with it.\"

\"You're kidding!\"

\"Let's find out.\"

Well, we found out all right, because when we got to my house we found Sally in the living room, naked and on her knees, with her hands tied behind her, sucking on my dad's dick. She stopped and looked up at us as we came in.

\"He's making me do this,\" Sally said breathlessly. Her eyes were shining and her nipples were hard. \"My own father. He's making me suck his cock. Forcing his own daughter to do filthy things. Oh my god!\" And then she went back to sucking him again.

\"You guys want a piece of this whore?\" my father said. \"She's crazy as shit, but she gives one hell of a blow job.\"

\"Yeah, we know,\" I said. \"We got any pins around here?\"

\"Pins?\" my dad said.

\"Or needles or anything? Something we can stick into her. Make her scream for us. You ever hear a girl scream when she's getting a bunch of pins stuck into her? It's really something.\"

Sally moaned around my dad's dick.

\"Well, your mother's got some sewing needles around someplace,\" my father said. \"Will that do?\"

\"I guess.\" I went up to their bedroom, found my mother's sewing stuff and came back with a packet of needles. By then my dad had come down Sally's throat, and Brick was already getting undressed.

\"Damn,\" Brick said as I came in. \"You got one kick-ass family here, buddy, I'll tell you that!\"

\"This is the last freebie you get with my sister,\" I told him. \"From now on she's a whore for real, and you and everybody else has got to pay to fuck her, okay?\"

\"Not me,\" my dad said.

\"No, not you, Dad. And not me. But everybody else.\"

\"Oh you rotten bastard,\" Sally moaned. She was breathing hard. \"Turning your own sister into a whore. A filthy disgusting whore who'll fuck anybody, a low piece of shit whore who'll do anything for money, a crawling helpless. . . oh god. . .\"

She almost looked like she was about to come. \"Yeah, I can see how you're gonna hate it,\" I said. \"Yeah, I'll turn you into a whore all right, but right now I'm gonna turn you into a pincushion. Somebody hold on to her to keep her still.\"

She was still on her knees, with her hands tied. Brick got down behind her and took hold of her long dark hair and pulled her head back sharply. It made her arch her upper body so that her tits pushed out. \"That's perfect,\" I said. \"To start with, anyway.\" And I got in front of her and started in with the needles.

They weren't as easy to handle as the push pins that Lars had used on Diane. I couldn't get a firm enough grip on them to be able to stick them in slowly, or to control the depth of the punctures. I had to jab them in hard and fast. But that was all right. Judging from Sally's reactions, they gave her just as much pain. Those reactions were different from Diane's, however. Oh, she screamed all right. She screamed and screamed. But she didn't beg me to stop. Not once. And her screams had joy in them as well as agony. I had heard that sound before. Even when I switched from her breasts to her cunt, while Brick and my dad held her legs wide apart for me, she didn't beg for mercy. What she did do was come. She came twice before I had used up all the needles, and she came again as Brick fucked her with all of them still inside her. I then fucked her ass, and as I did so I told Brick to pull them out of her, one by one, as slowly as he could. Man, that was a ride!

\"You know,\" my father said then, \"I love your mother and all, but right now I'm not looking forward to her getting back. Not yet.\"

Brick and I were both eager for another night with Diane, but again Lars insisted on giving her some recovery time, so she would be fresh for the next torture session. Just thinking about watching him use the welding torch on her made my dick hard; but I knew that realistically she couldn't hold up much longer under such treatment, and that Lars would be selling her off to his mysterious foreign pimps before she expired on his hands. I didn't want to think about that, but I knew it was true.

\"You know that Lars is not gonna keep Diane there forever, right?\" I said to Brick.

\"Well, shit,\" Brick said. \"That's a bummer. We gotta get him to snatch somebody else then. That fucking Jan Burrows, right? She's next on the list, far as I'm concerned.\"

\"Sure,\" I said. \"Great. Jan Burrows. Okay. Can you get another thousand dollars?\"

\"Shit, no.\"

\"Well, Lars isn't gonna do it for free. Any other suggestions?\"

\"That son of a bitch. Why the hell not? He gets as much fun out of it as we do. Probably more.\"

\"He can get any girl he wants,\" I said. \"That's just how it is. No thousand bucks, no Lars. He might even want two thousand this time.\"

\"Fuck him,\" Brick said. \"We'll do it without him.\"

\"Yeah, right. You got a hidden torture chamber in your basement?\"

Brick said nothing.

\"Not to mention that if another girl just went missing from that school, there'd be a fuss you wouldn't believe. You know what happened when Diane disappeared, with the cops coming around and questioning people, and her family on TV and everything. Shit, it's still going on. Think about what would it would be like if it happened again.\"

\"Yeah,\" Brick said. \"But maybe there's another way.\"

\"What do you mean?\"

\"I don't know. Maybe we don't have to kidnap her. Maybe we can just scare the shit out of her or something. You know? Scare her so much that she'll do anything we want.\"

I just looked at him.

\"Okay, we wouldn't be able to really work her over, you know, cut her nipples off or any of that, but hell, just to get to fuck that bitch, just to get my dick in her fucking mouth, would be pretty damn great, right? That way she wouldn't have to disappear. And we wouldn't have to share her with fucking Lars.\"

\"You're dreaming again,\" I said. \"How are you gonna scare her that much?\"

\"I don't know. Tell her what happened to Diane. Tell her the same thing could happen to her. If she doesn't, you know, cooperate. Then we could--\"

\"Yeah, and she'd go straight to the police,\" I said. \"Great idea.\"

\"Not if she was scared enough,\" Brick said. \"If we told her we'd get Lars to kill her if she said anything to anybody. Kill Diane too. Kill her whole damn family. Whatever it takes.\" He was getting excited now. \"We could tell her she'd only have to do it for like a month or something. Then we'd have her at our beck and call, we could fuck the shit out of her every damn day. It would be--\"

I was shaking my head. \"Forget it,\" I said. \"It's too crazy. Even if she believed us, she'd still tell somebody eventually. She'd have to. And why would she believe us in the first place? I sure as hell wouldn't.\"

\"She would if we gave her proof,\" Brick said.

\"Proof,\" I repeated. \"Like what?\"

He thought a minute Then he grinned.. \"Listen,\" he said. \"You remember you asked Lars about recording Diane's screams for us?\"

\"Yeah, but he's not gonna let us--\"

\"On his cell phone, right? Well, what else can you do with a cell phone?\"

\"Take pictures,\" I said.

\"Damn right,\" Brick said. \"On mine you can even make movies. I just gotta figure out how to do it. So we take a few shots of old Diane in action, and how's that for proof? Fucking Jan will fold like an accordian!\"

\"First of all, I don't think Lars would go for that,\" I said. \"And even if--\"

\"Fucking Lars doesn't even have to know,\" Brick said. \"I can do it while he's busy with her, or whatever. Behind his back. Damn, can you imagine the look on that blonde bitch's face when we show her her friend getting fucked up the ass, or screaming her guts out while Lars works on her?\"

\"Yeah, and I can imagine the looks on our faces when the cops throw us in jail,\" I said. But the fact is I was thinking of Jan at that moment, and of how she would react. I was thinking of her sweet sexy body, and the way she walked around school with her jiggly breasts and her short skirts. I was thinking of the things we could make her do. And how much she would hate them. I knew it was crazy. It wasn't like I was sex-starved or anything. I had my sister there any time I wanted her, not to mention Penny. And now Diane. But I couldn't help my thoughts. Or the fact that they were making my dick hard.

I would always tell Penny when I was going to come around, so she could chain herself up for me. She didn't do it all the time, but sometimes she just couldn't help herself. She was deathly scared that one day I might not show up, and she would be trapped that way until her parents came home and found her. That really terrified her, but like I say, some days she just couldn't resist. And she never knew if one day I might carry out my threat and actually bring some other guys along. I think the not knowing, and the risk of being caught, were part of what made her do it, along with the thrill of sheer helplessness. Whenever I found her that way she would be so hot she would practically come as soon as I touched her. Sometimes, if I could restrain myself, I would tease her by not having sex with her at all. I would just release her, in spite of her begging and pleading, and then watch her bring herself off, again and again. That didn't happen too often, though.

The next time Brick and I went over to see Diane, I reminded Lars of his promise to use the welding torch on her. So he did. He hung her up by her wrists with her feet off the floor, just as he'd done with Penny's sister the first time I was there, and he walked around her naked body, singing her here and there with the flame. Jesus, the sounds she made were unbelievable! And the way she thrashed around so wildly and twisted and kicked almost made me come just from watching it. He burned her breasts a lot, passing the flame over her nipples until after a while they turned black; but he also singed her back and her ass and her armpits and finally her crotch. He had to be careful to avoid her crazily flailing legs, but a few burns on her thighs persuaded her to try to keep them under control, at least enough for him to burn off her pubic hair. Meanwhile Brick had taken out his cell phone and was focusing it on this activity, staying behind Lars for the most part, so he wouldn't notice.

\"Okay,\" Lars said finally, turning to us as Brick hastily slipped his phone into his pocket. \"Anybody else want to burn the little Jew?\"

Diane was howling for mercy, and I couldn't resist. \"Don't you fucking film this,\" I whispered to Brick, then went over and took the torch from Lars. By now she had exhausted herself so much that her struggles were much weaker, but she still writhed and twisted in a vain effort to escape the flame, and she still shook the walls with her screams. I burned her for a while, and then Brick took over, and finally she passed out.

\"Damn,\" Brick said. \"I was just getting started here.\"

\"Show you how to wake her up,\" Lars said, taking the torch from him. \"You guys grab her legs and pull them open.\"

Brick and I, standing on either side of Diane's limply hanging body, each took hold of one of her legs and pulled it up and to the side. Her pussy was exposed and open. \"Hold on tight now,\" Lars said. And he aimed the flame of the torch directly into her cunt.

That woke her up all right. I was clutching her leg as hard as I could, but I could barely hold on to it as her body bucked and plunged convulsively, while the inhuman howls that came from her mouth outdid everything that had come before. Lars continued to burn her for another few seconds, and I thought she would pass out again, but she didn't.

When we let go of her Lars offered the torch to Brick again, but he was busy tearing his clothes off. \"Christ, I gotta fuck her now!\" he said wildly.

I was feeling the same way, and I was already naked, having stripped while watching Lars burning Diane. Lars shrugged and proceeded to cut her down, and she fell to the floor, writhing in agony and sobbing hard between the cries of pain that still came from her throat. Brick was still pulling off his shoes as I dived on top of her, and I heard him curse; but his words were drowned out by her terrible scream as I rammed my dick hard into her tortured pussy and proceeded to take her suffering, burn-marked body as viciously as I could. She had no fight left in her, but she continued to scream and shriek until I was finished.

Brick took her next, and I have to say he lasted longer than I had. But just watching him pounding the hell out of that tormented, helpless, squalling, crying, once-proud girl made me hard again in no time.

When he finished Lars had stripped too, and he got down and turned Diane over on her stomach, making her scream anew as her tortured breasts were pressed into the hard floor. He pulled her to her knees, spread her buttocks apart, and with three hard thrusts he buried himself in her ass. Diane was going crazy. Her breasts hung free now beneath her, swinging back and forth as Lars began to batter at her body; but then he slid his hands around to clutch them hard, squeezing and twisting them as he fucked her, clamping the blackened nipples between his fingers. I wanted to get in front of her and stick my cock into that open howling sobbing mouth, but Brick had pulled out his cell phone and was again capturing the action from an angle beyond Lars's vision, so I decided to wait.

I fucked that mouth later, though, and did a lot of other things, as we all did. Then, when we were finally all fucked out and I thought it was over, Lars brought out the dog.

Well, Diane REALLY didn't want to do that. By then she was so exhausted and so full of pain and agony that she could hardly move; the last time I'd fucked her it had been almost like fucking a corpse, except for the moaning and sobbing, and she hardly had strength enough even for that. But the sight of the dog brought her back to life all right. She let out a scream like a demented hyena and managed to scramble frantically onto her hands and knees, trying to crawl away. Of course there was nowhere she could go. Tim stood there holding the dog on a leash, watching her crawl around blindly, screaming \"NO! NO! GOD NO!\" until she had tired herself out again and collapsed against a far wall, shaking and whimpering. \"No. . .\" she moaned breathlessly. \"No, please. . . please. . . no. . .\"

\"I told you I'd have you fuck my dog, Jew girl,\" Lars said. \"And you said you would, remember? You promised. Remember? When I was using those pretty little pins on you? You want me to do that again, to remind you?\"

Diane made a sound I can't even describe. Then she started whimpering again, saying please over and over, and trying to say other things which didn't even sound like words. She was shaking really hard. The dog made a low growling sound. I couldn't tell what kind of dog it was, but it was big and brown and shaggy, and it didn't look very friendly.

\"The dog's getting impatient, Jew girl,\" Lars said. \"I told you, he likes human girls. He doesn't care if they're kikes or what they are. He's an equal opportunity fucker. Now why don't you get yourself over here and be nice to him. Because if I let him go and get you, you're gonna like it a lot less, I can tell you that for sure.\"

\"Please. . .\" Diane sobbed.

\"Now, Jew girl. Come on.\"

Diane just kept shaking and whimpering.

\"Okay,\" Lars said. He said something to the dog, who growled louder and started straining at the leash.

\"NO!\" Diane yelled, and then she was crawling toward him, slowly, sobbing and shaking and mewling, and she tried to make a wide circle around the dog, but Lars spoke to the dog again and he sat down, though he didn't stop growling. \"Keep coming, kike,\" Lars said, and when she got close enough he reached down and pulled her head up by her hair. Her face was something to see.

\"You said you would suck my dog's cock, Jew girl,\" Lars said. \"Remember?\" Diane gagged. \"But he's too excited for that right now. He just wants to fuck you. So maybe you can do that later.\" He let go of her hair. \"Stay that way, kike,\" he said. \"That's a good position. Just go down on your elbows.\" When she didn't obey immediately he kicked at her arms, and she went down with a scream. \"That's perfect,\" Lars said. \"Now spread your knees apart.\" Brick and I helped her to do that. Lars said another word to the dog and then led him around behind her. I could see the dog's dick now. It was stiff, and it was big, and his big balls swung beneath him. \"Okay, fuck the Jew bitch,\" Lars said.

Diane screamed as she felt the dog mounting her, and she screamed even louder when he found her cunt with his dick and pushed in. Then she just kept screaming and crying and going crazy as he drilled her. He was half lying over her back, and his front paws scratched at her skin as he fucked, and he was barking and growling all the time. He fucked her with short, fast, jerky movements, and he kept it up longer than I would have expected. But then he gave a loud sharp bark and I saw his white jism forcing itself past his cock and flowing out of Diane's hole. There was quite a bit of it. I also saw Brick standing behind Lars and filming it on his cell phone.

When he was done the dog didn't pull out of Diane right away. I remembered that dogs, some of them anyway, get knots in their dicks when they fuck, and I figured he was stuck in there. Diane was sobbing as though she would never stop, and sort of blubbering crazily in between sobs in a way that made me wonder if she had actually lost her mind. Finally the dog managed to pull out of her and she screamed again.

Of course watching this had made us all hard again, so Diane's ordeal wasn't yet over. It was a very long night, and I was pretty sure it would be our last one with Diane. I kissed her goodbye before we left. Then we all pissed on her.

Including the dog.

Having lost his job, my father was now hanging around the house a lot, and he spent most of his time playing with Sally. He must have fucked her five or six times a day, and he would have done it more, but like he said himself, he wasn't getting any younger. But even when he wasn't fucking her he always enjoyed tying her up and hurting her, and he kept finding new ways to do it. He said he wanted to enjoy her as much as he could before my mother came back, as he would probably never have such an opportunity again. Sally, of course, pretended to hate it all. She bitched and moaned and cursed him out for raping and torturing her, his own daughter. She struggled and fought and screamed as he did it. And she came and came and came. . .

He was even reluctant to let her out of the house when we sent her out whoring, but I pointed out to him that the money she brought in was our only source of income now, and we needed it, especially as he was so obsessed with playing with her that he wasn't really looking for work. He told me to mind my own business. But actually that's what I was doing. I set up Sally's dates with her johns, and I made sure she kept them. I collected the money in advance, because I knew Sally would just as well have done it for free, especially if she thought I was forcing her. I started by whoring her out to some of my friends, but not many of them could afford her price. So I approached a guy I knew who owned a local comic book store that I had been hanging out at since I was a kid. He knew Sally too, or at least he'd seen her around, and when I asked him if he'd pay to fuck her, he said yes in a heartbeat. He said he had some friends who might be interested as well, and it turned out that some of them were. Word got around, and pretty soon Sally had more customers than she could handle--especially when I let it be known that if they wanted to subject her to a little rough treatment, it wouldn't be a problem. For a higher fee, of course.

Eventually, and I guess it was what they call ironic, it was through Sally that my dad got his job back. Well, at least that was the plan, though it worked out a little differently. But that was later.

Jan Burrows threw up when we showed her the pictures and the footage that Brick had taken on his cell phone.

She was sitting between us in the front seat of Brick's car, and when I saw that she was going to be sick I was just able to get her out of there in time, opening the door and pulling her out with me by her arm. She fell to her hands and knees on the ground and puked her guts out. The vomiting wasn't particularly attractive, but she did make a pretty picture crouching on all fours that way. The thought of seeing her that way had been one of the reasons I had let Brick talk me into doing this. Not that I could have stopped him; he couldn't wait to show Jan what had happened to her friend. I was very nervous about the whole idea, but I knew he was going to do it anyway, and the fact is I was as crazy to see her crawling for us as he was. And doing whatever else we told her to do. And so much crazy shit had been happening lately that I think I was kind of out of my mind anyway.

Jan was so pissed off at Brick because of the crude way he'd come on to her earlier that she wouldn't even talk to him anymore, and I was the one who had to approach her. I only knew her slightly, and she was well out of my league, so she was surprised when I came up to her as she was leaving school. I told her I had something important I had to talk to her about, but I had to tell her it was about Diane before she would come with me to Brick's car. She kept demanding to know what I knew about Diane and where she was and if she was all right, and I told her I'd tell her everything in the car. So she reluctantly got in, and Brick drove to a deserted lot behind some stores where there was no one else around, with Jan anxiously questioning us all the way. I told her she couldn't tell anybody what we told her, and she said I was crazy. I was getting more nervous by the minute, but also more excited. Here we actually had Jan Burrows in our power, or were about to anyway. But how could we be sure she wouldn't tell? Like I said, it was nuts. I would have called it off, told her the whole thing was a joke, but it was too late now. And Brick was crazier than I was.

As soon as we parked, with Jan almost shouting at us now, Brick pulled out his phone and showed her the pictures and video he had taken at Lars' place. Of Lars fucking Diana in the ass. Of him burning her with the welding torch. And of Diane fucking the dog. The sound of Diane's screams and shouts and sobs filled the car, and soon Jan was screaming too, and really flipping out. She kept frenziedly trying to grab the phone from Brick, as if by doing so she could stop what she was seeing, but Brick held onto it firmly and kept it in front of her eyes. It was the scene with the dog that brought her to the point of throwing up.

Like I said, I got her out just in time, and stood there watching her vomit. When she couldn't puke anymore I crouched down in front of her. She was panting and gasping and emitting little moans. I told her to look at me, and finally she did.

\"Now listen, Jan,\" I said. \"Listen to me good, okay? If you ever tell anybody about this--and I mean anybody at all, ever--the same thing will happen to you. And a lot more. You hear me? And that will be just the start. We'll come after your family too. Your whole damn family. We'll kill them all, and we'll kill you, but not before we make you wish you'd never been born. I'm serious, Jan. I'm dead serious. You understand me?\"

Of course I was talking a lot tougher than I felt, trying to scare the shit out of her. It sounded like a movie, even to me, but it seemed to make an impression on Jan. Her eyes went wide and she started to shake. \"What are you--\" she gasped out. \"Why--why are you--\"

\"Get back in the car,\" I told her. I had to help her up, and she was still shaking as I got her back in the front seat between us. I had a bottle of water in my backpack, and I pulled it out and let her drink. Her eyes were wide and her face was pale.

\"Diane--\" she gasped out. \"What did you--\"

\"Never mind about Diane,\" I told her. \"Diane is gone. It's yourself you have to worry about, okay?. You can get what she got--and a lot worse--or you can keep that from happening, and you'll be just fine. Okay? All you have to do is not say anything about this. To anybody. Ever. And to do what we tell you to do.\" I paused. \"Anything we tell you to do. You understand? Anything.\"

For the first time she seemed to realize why she was there. She looked at me in horror, her face going even paler. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out but a kind of squeak. Her head started to shake back and forth, though I don't think she was aware of it. Her eyes showed pure terror. I could feel my cock stirring.

\"Now it won't be forever,\" I said quickly. \"We just want a few weeks--a month, say. That's all. You do what we say for one month, and then it will all be over. And we won't hurt you or anything--not badly, anyway--as long as you cooperate.\"

\"Yeah,\" Brick put in. \"We'll just fuck the shit out of you, you fucking stuck-up bitch.\"

Jan made a strangled sound.

\"Shut up, Brick,\" I said. \"But yes,\" I said to Jan. \"That's what we're going to do, all right. But that's all, and when it's over you can forget all about it. That's a lot better deal than Diane got. You want to see those pictures again?\"

She whimpered and shook her head harder.

\"Then what do you say, Jan?\" I asked her. \"Do we have a deal?\"

She was breathing hard, almost sobbing, and I wasn't sure she could talk. \"Oh my god. . .\" she choked out. \"Oh god please. . . You can't. . . you. . .\"

\"Oh, fuck this shit!\" Brick said, and he reached over and put his hand on her nearest breast. Jan cried out and tried to shrink away, but she was trapped between us and couldn't go anywhere. \"You're gonna fuck for us, cunt, or you're gonna be one dead bitch, you got that?\" Brick said.

\"He's right,\" I said, and I put my hand on her other breast, kneading it a little and feeling its firm fullness through her silky yellow blouse and her bra. She squalled out again, but with each of us clutching one of her breasts we pushed her back against the seat. Jan started to cry.

\"Not so fucking stuck-up now, right, Jan baby?\" Brick said, grinning at her. \"Oh, you're gonna crawl for us, girl. You're gonna suck our dicks. Yeah, I'm gonna fuck that mouth you cursed me with, and you're gonna beg me to do it. You got that?\" And he gave her breast a hard squeeze that brought a yelp from her sobbing mouth. \"Come on, let's fuck her right now,\" he said eagerly, and he started pulling at her blouse.

\"Wait, don't rip it!\" I told him. \"We don't want her going around with torn clothes. We don't want to attract any attention, damn it. Just hold your damn horses, okay?\"

\"Well, Christ, I want to stick my dick into this fucking bitch!\" Rick panted. \"And I want to do it now! Don't you?\"

\"Yes, I do,\" I said. I slid my hand up to Jan's face, then took a handful of her hair and turned her face toward me, though I didn't know if she could see me through the tears pouring from her eyes.. \"I do, Jan,\" I said. \"I do want to stick my cock inside you. And that's what we're going to do. Both of us. You can't prevent that. So you might as well make it easy on yourself. You can start by taking your clothes off, okay? Open your blouse.\"

Jan didn't move. She just kept crying.

\"Jan,\" I said, \"Listen. If you don't cooperate with us, we're gonna have to rape you. And if we have to do that, we won't take you home afterwards. We'll take you right to where Diane was in those pictures. And leave you there. You'll never see your family again, you'll never see anybody you know again, and you'll suffer worse than Diane did before you die. Is that what you want, Jan?\"

Jan cried harder, but she shook her head.

I let go of her hair. \"Open the blouse,\" I said.

Her hands were shaking so badly that she could hardly get the buttons open, but she managed. It took a while, and I was afraid Brick was going to rip the thing off her anyway in his impatience, but finally she got it done. She didn't have enough room to actually take it off, but I told her to spread it open for us, and she did. Her crying had diminished a bit, and now she was also making pitiful little moaning sounds. Her fully packed white bra was heaving up and down with her sobs. I saw that it had a clasp in front, between her breasts, which was convenient.

\"The bra too,\" I told her.

\"Yeah,\" Brick breathed. \"Show us those sweet fucking tits you're so proud of, you fucking tease.\"

Jan closed her eyes, but the tears still leaked out of them. \"Please. . . \" she choked out.

\"Now,\" I said.

With a strangled moan she brought her shaking hands to the bra clasp and fumblingly unhooked it. The bra sprang open, and there were her tits, gorgeously round and white as milk, except for the little pink circles at their peaks, with the pink nipples seeming to beckon to us as those firm mounds rose and fell.

\"Oh shit, yeah!\" Brick said, and he twisted around behind the wheel so that he could bend down and take a breast into his mouth. Jan cried out, and I took hold of her hair again, turned her face to me and jammed my mouth against hers. It was slack and gaping, but I didn't care; it was as if I was ingesting those cries and sobs and moans, taking them all the way inside me and right down to my dick. While I kissed her I put my hand on her free breast and squeezed it hard, increasing her now stifled cries. When I let her go I was already close to coming.

\"Out of the car,\" I said, panting. I opened my door and got out, then pulled her out behind me, as I had done earlier. Again she fell to her knees on the ground, but she didn't throw up this time; she just crouched there moaning and crying. Aside from her open blouse and bra, she was wearing some kind of slacks that were tight on her curvy body. I wanted to strip them off her and fuck her pussy, but I couldn't wait. I stepped up to her, unzipped my fly and pulled out my rigid dick. \"Take it, Jan,\" I told her. \"Take it in your mouth, Jan baby. Do it.\"

Jan gave a cry of revulsion and turned her face away. Brick had gotten out also and come around to us, opening his fly as well. Now he tangled a hand in her hair and forcibly turned her toward me again. \"Do what he says, bitch,\" he grated. \"You can suck us both with that lousy mouth before we fuck the shit out of you.\"

\"Wait,\" I told him. \"Let her go. Let her go, Brick.\"

\"Shit,\" Brick said, but he released her and stepped back.

\"Listen, Jan,\" I said. \"We're not going to force you. We don't have to force you. You know what you have to do. I'm not gonna tell you again what could happen if you don't. If you don't want to be in Diane's place, if you don't want to die, if you don't want your family to die, you'll do what we say. That's all there is to it. Now suck my cock.\"

There was a long moment of silence, except for Jan's sobbing. Then she slowly raised her head and slowly brought it toward my stiff dick. I stood there and let her do it. She made a pitiful whimpering sound as she took me between her quivering lips. She took just the head at first, until I told her to take it all, and she slid her mouth down further, taking about half of it in before she gagged. Then she started to suck me, her head bobbing slowly up and down. She never stopped sobbing. I couldn't feel her tongue, so I told her to lick me with it, and then I felt it all right. I held out as long as I could, but too soon I felt myself losing it. I said, \"Swallow it, Jan baby!\" and shot off like a cannon. Of course she couldn't swallow it, not all of it anyway; she choked on it and most of it came spilling out of her mouth before I even pulled my cock out. But it was fantastic.

She did it for Brick then too, and when he came he pulled out and shot all over her face. I thought she was going to throw up again, but she didn't.

After that it was like she was broken. She didn't stop crying, but she did everything we told her. She stood in front of us and stripped off her slacks, wriggling out of them with some difficulty and taking her panties along with them. Then we put her in the back seat of the car and took turns fucking her. Brick went first, and when he thrust into her for the first time she screamed like an animal. \"Christ!\" Brick said. \"She was a virgin! Fucking stuckup tease was a fucking virgin! Well, you're not a virgin anymore, cunt. How does it feel? Huh?\" And he proceeded to fuck her savagely while she cried more heartbreakingly than ever.

When he was through I thought about fucking her in the ass, but decided to save that. Even after Brick's fuck her pussy was beautifully tight, and I was able to fuck her for a long time, enjoying every minute.

After that we let her get dressed and took her home. Before we dropped her off I told her not to wear slacks or jeans to school anymore, only skirts or dresses, so that it would be easier to get to her any time we wanted to. \"Remember,\" I said then, \"it'll just be for a month. Then it'll all be over. Okay?\"

But I wondered if she could keep quiet that long.

And of course she couldn't. In fact the silly bitch went right to the cops.

Two of them came to my school the next day. I was called out of class and told to go to the principal's office, where I found these two men waiting for me. One was a fat guy around fifty or so, wearing a rumpled-looking suit, and the other was

maybe forty, thinner and spiffier.

\"You Donald Jullian?\" the fat one asked me.

\"Yes.\"

\"I'm Detective Brunetti, this is Detective Adams,\" the fat one said, and they flashed their badges at me. \"Someone's made some serious charges against you, son. Rape and assault. You know anything about that?\"

\"No, sir,\" I said. I was suddenly screaming inside, but I did my best not to show it. I knew if I showed any traces of panic it was all over.

At that point Brick came in. The cops introduced themselves again. Then Brunetti said, \"This girl has accused you two guys of raping her. And that's not all. She says you showed her pictures of Diane Alinsky, that girl that went missing about a month ago? Says they showed some pretty far-out things being done to her. What do you know about that?\"

\"What?\" I said. \"That's crazy! Who said those things?\"

\"Classmate of yours.\" He took out a little notebook and looked at it. \"Jan Burrows. You know her?\"

\"Yeah,\" Brick said. \"I know her. She's crazy, honest to god. She hates me. She didn't like something I said to her once, and now she curses me out whenever she sees me, and puts me down every chance she gets. She'd say anything to get me in trouble. You can't believe a word she says.\"

\"That so,\" Brunetti said. He turned to me. \"She hate you too?\"

I shrugged. \"I don't know,\" I said. \"She knows I'm Brick's friend, so I guess she doesn't like me very much. But Brick's right, she's a nut case. Ask anybody.\"

\"Uh-huh,\" Brunetti said. \"Either of you guys got a cell phone?\"

Now I figured it was really all over, but I could see that Brick didn't seem too perturbed, and I wondered if he'd actually had the sense to delete those pictures and movies from his phone after we'd shown them to Jan. Later I found out that he had.

\"Sure,\" Brick said. \"Everybody has a cell phone. Why?\"

\"Okay, you guys are gonna have to come with us to the station house for questioning,\" Brunetti said. \"Let's go.\"

\"Right now?\" I said. This was bad. Not only was I sure we were going to be arrested and probably sent to prison, but I also remembered that I had told Penny I would be coming over there after school, and she would probably be chaining herself up to wait for me. I could only hope I could get there before her parents got home, but it didn't seem likely.

\"Yeah, right now,\" Brunetti said. \"Think of it as a school holiday, okay?\" Adams laughed.

There was nothing I could do without making things worse. I said I had to go to the bathroom first, hoping I could call Penny from there, but that was no good; Adams went with me and stayed with me. Then Brick and I went with them in their car.

At the station they took us into a small room. It was just like you see on TV, kind of bare, with a big steel table and a couple of chairs, and a pane of glass in one wall that was probably a two-way mirror, only right then there was a kind of curtain covering it up. Brunetti told us to sit down and then told Adams to go get the girl. I couldn't believe they were actually going to bring Jan in there with us. I didn't much like the idea, and it seemed like a strange way for the cops to go about this, but then I figured it was not much like TV after all.

\"Looks like you guys are in big trouble,\" Brunetti said when Adams had gone. \"This girl tells a pretty fantastic story.\"

\"Yeah, well, that's what it is,\" I said. \"Fantastic. You don't actually believe her, do you?\"

Brunetti shrugged. \"Seems like a pretty fancy story for her to make up just 'cause she's pissed at you, don't you think? I mean, yeah, women cry rape all the time just to get back at some dude, but all this stuff about the other girl? Doesn't make sense, you know what I'm saying?\"

\"Damn right it doesn't,\" Brick said. \"The stupid bitch is crazy!\"

\"Well, maybe so,\" Brunetti said. \"She does seem kind of off-kilter, a little weird maybe. But you could understand that, if she went through what she says she did. But she's really hot too, you know what I mean? I can see how you guys would want to knock off a piece like that. I mean, tits for days, right? Hell, I don't blame you, couple of young guys, probably don't get much action, shit, who wouldn't want to take advantage of a situation to get your dicks into something like that? You threaten to kill her family, like she says?\"

I was staring at him. Brick said, \"It's all bullshit, man. Has she got any proof? No. It's all a big lie. Where's those pictures she says we showed her? How the hell would we know about what happened to Diane Alinsky? Shit, we're just a couple of high school kids. It's crazy!\"

\"Uh-huh,\" Brunetti said. \"She says you showed her movies on your cell phone.\" He shook his head. \"Cell phones can do anything these days, it's amazing.\"

Bruck pulled out his phone and put it on the table. \"Here. Show me the goddam movies. You find one picture of Diane on there, you can lock me up, okay?\"

I took out my phone too and put it beside his. \"Me too,\" I said.

Brunetti snorted. \"Okay, guys, listen up,\" he said. \"You're a couple of piss-face amateurs, and you're in deeper than you know. You think we don't have technicians here who can restore that stuff on your phone, even if you deleted it? You think we can't find your goddam DNA all over that girl, I don't care if she took a shower all night long. You're screwed, and even if you didn't do it, I can make it look like you did. You got that? So your only chance here is to keep quiet. Just go with the flow, and maybe you can get more fun out of it too.\"

I was really confused now. \"What--what do you mean?\" I said.

\"Shut up,\" Brunetti said. \"Just be smart, and remember what I said.\" At that point the door opened and Adams came in with Jan. She looked scared. She was wearing a blue pullover top and a dark skirt. She shrank back and made a little sound in her throat when she saw us. Brunetti told her to sit down, indicating a chair across the table from us, and she did.

\"These the guys you say raped you, girl?\" Brunetti asked her.

She nodded. She wasn't looking at us.

\"Can't hear you,\" Brunetti said.

\"Yes,\" Jan said in a choked voice.

\"These two guys?\" Brunetti said. \"These two little wimpy cocksuckers, they carried you off against your will and raped you and showed you pictures of your friend being tortured and all, that's your story, right?\"

Jan looked startled. She swallowed, then nodded again. \"Yes. They did. They--\"

\"And they threatened to torture you too, and kill you, and kill your family, is that it? That's what you're telling us?\"

\"Yes!\" Jan cried.

Brunetti moved close to where she was sitting, standing over her with his hands on his hips. \"I think you're a fucking liar, girl,\" he said harshly.

Jan looked up at him, her eyes wide, her face a mixture of surprise and fear. \"Wh-what?\" she got out.

\"You heard me,\" Brunetti said. \"You're a goddam liar. You expect us to believe that shit? You know what happens to people who lie to the cops? Especially young juicy girls with nice big tits and a body like yours. You got any idea, bitch?\"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jan's face was white now. She made a moaning sound and started to get out of her chair, but Adams had now moved to stand on the other side of her, and she had no room to move.

\"You say these shitheads told you they'd kill your whole family?\" Brunetti went on. \"Just like that? And you believed them? How dumb can you get, girl? These are fucking high school kids, for Christ sake. They're not even gang bangers or anything, they're clean-cut high-class little pissants. They couldn't kill a fucking cockroach. Even if they had the nerve, there's no way they could pull it off.\" Then he bent down, bringing his face close to hers. \"But I could,\" he said.

I thought Jan was going to faint. She tried to say something, but nothing came out. Little mewling sounds were coming from her throat

\"Yeah, we're the cops,\" Brunetti said. \"We can do stuff like that and get away with it. You know?\" Then he took out his gun. He pointed it right in her face, and Jan screamed. \"That's why you're gonna forget all this shit, and that's why you're gonna be real good to us, girl. You got that? You're gonna service us with that fine young body of yours, and you're gonna be the hottest fuck on the planet. Now if you're real good, we'll limit it to just me and Adams here. Oh, and these two fine young fellows, who you tried to get in trouble with your wild story, you filthy cunt. It's only fair that they should actually get to do what you accused them of doing. But me and Adams get you first, 'cause we're the cops. But if you give us too much trouble I'll get every cop in the place in here to fuck you, and you won't get out of here till they're all good and satisfied. You got that?\"

\"Jesus Christ!\" Brick breathed.

Brunetti turned on him. \"You got something to say, shithead?\" he rasped.

Brick just shook his head. Jan looked like she was in shock. She was shaking, and now she started to cry. Adams took her out of her chair by grabbing a hunk of her hair and pulling her up. She choked out a scream. Adams bent her forward over the table and started pulling up her skirt. I had hardly heard him say a word since they had first picked us up, but evidently he was more of an action man. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and then took hold of her panties and just ripped them off her. Holding her down with a hand on the back of her neck, he used the other hand to unzip his pants and pull out his dick. It was hard.

Jan tried to struggle. She was crying hysterically now, and her body twisted strongly as Adams held her over the table, her arms flailing, her legs trying to kick. Brunetti, still holding his gun, went around to the opposite side of the table. He picked Jan's head up by her hair and once again stuck the gun in her face. As she started to scream he jammed the barrel of the gun right into her open mouth. The scream turned into a gagging sound, and her eyes went wide with terror. Her struggles stopped. Brunetti still held onto her hair with his free hand and kept the gun where it was.

Adams suddenly let go of her neck and stepped back. \"Oh Jesus!\" he said. \"She's pissing herself.\"

Brunetti laughed. \"Now that ain't nice, girl,\" he said to Jan. \"Pissing on our nice clean station house floor. People got to clean that up, you know. Damn, how would you like it if I came to your house and pissed all over your living room? And shit in your bed? And then raped your mother, and made your father watch while I did it. And maybe you got a cute little sister, we could rape her too. Adams here likes real young pussy. Me, I like high school girls. Like you. But we could do that, and then torture her for a while. Torture all of them, just for the hell of it. Till they're dead. Oh yeah, we'd take you with us so you could see it all before we take care of you too. You hearing me, girl?\"

Jan was making choked guttural sounds around the gun in her mouth. She wasn't fighting anymore, but she was shaking so hard I could hear the table rattling.

\"So you gonna be a good little cunt and cooperate with us here?\" Brunetti said. \"Or what?\"

Her head went up and down, as much as it could with the gun in her mouth, and she made a sound that was probably meant to be some kind of a yes. The horror in her face, in her eyes, was like nothing I'd ever seen, even from Diane.

\"Good choice,\" Brunetti said. He pulled the gun from her mouth and put it away. \"She still pissing?\" he asked Adams.

\"She stopped now,\" Adams said.

\"So you gonna fuck her or what?\"

\"What do you think?\" Adams said. And he stepped up, kicked her legs apart and rammed himself into her from behind. Jan screamed.

\"Good thing this room is soundproof,\" Brunetti said. \"Not that anybody would much care what we do to you, girl. But we don't want other people butting in on our business, do we? Unless you make it necessary.\"

Jan continued to scream as Adams fucked into her, but the sounds gradually diminished in volume, subsiding into cries and groans, interspersed with her incessant sobs. Adams was soon panting and grunting as his thrusts got harder and faster. Brunetti continued to hold her head up by her hair, looking intently into her twisted face.

\"Look at that mouth,\" Brunetti said. \"Man, I can't wait to get my cock in there. That's a mouth that was made for sucking dick. You guys make her suck your dick? Yeah, bet you did. Bet she's sucked a lot of dicks with that mouth. That's what these fucking high school girls do nowadays, they tell me. Go around sucking all the dick they can get hold of. Not like when I went to high school. Only way to get a girl to suck your dick then was the way you guys did it. Hold 'em down and make 'em do it. Guess that's how I developed a taste for that. Didn't have a gun back then though. Would've been a lot easier.\"

Adams gave a series of short throaty cries as he came into Jan's body. When he was done Brunetti, his hand still wrapped in her hair, started pulling her by it across the table. Jan shrieked with pain as he pulled her head toward him, and I thought he might pull her hair right out of her skull. But the dragging pressure forced her lower body up onto the table as well, until she was lying flat on it, and he continued to pull at her until her head had cleared the other end. Only then did he release her hair and unzip his pants.

His hard dick was as fat as the rest of him, though not especially long. He moved up to her and stuck it in her face. \"Suck me, girl,\" he commanded. \"Suck me good. And if you bite me, by god I'll choke you with it.\"

Jan took him into her open, squalling mouth, which was barely large enough to accommodate his girth. Her moans and cries and sobs were muffled around his cock, but they continued as she slowly began to move her head up and down.

\"Yeah, that's it,\" Brunetti growled. \"Oh yeah, that's the girl. Take it all, yeah, that's a good little cocksucker. Come on, suck harder, bitch. I want to feel your tongue too. That's right. That's it. Sweet little cocksucking cunt. Sweet little high school girl gobbling my dick. You're gonna swallow my jizz, girl, you know that, right? Every fucking drop. Oh yeah, cry all you want, just don't stop sucking me, you sweet filthy little crying whore, yeah, oh yeah, now, take it, girl, now, yes oh shit now take it all NOWWWW. . .\"

As he came he grabbed her hair again, forcing her all the way down on his cock. Jan choked and gagged. She might have tried to swallow his sperm, but most of it spilled out of her mouth and ran into his pubic hair. He held her there until he had spasmed half a dozen times, and when he released her she raised her head and took in great heaving gulps of air.

Brunetti swiftly raised his hand and slapped her very hard across the face. She screamed.

\"I told you to swallow it, bitch,\" Brunetti said. \"When I tell you to do something you do it. I don't care if it kills you, you do it. You got that?\" He slid a hand under her upper body, clutched one of her breasts and squeezed it viciously through her top. She shrieked again. \"You got that?\" he repeated.

\"Yes!\" she cried out, and he pulled his hand away.

\"Nice tits,\" Brunetti said then. \"Me and your friends here have been talking about what great tits you got, girl. They look great with your clothes on, anyway. It's about time you showed them to us, don't you think?\"

Jan moaned softly.

\"Now,\" Brunetti said.

Moving slowly, and still sobbing, Jan began to push herself back off the table, but Brunetti stopped her. \"You might as well stay up there, girl,\" he said. \"Where we can all see you real good. Just get up on your knees there. And peel.\"

With some awkwardness Jan managed to raise herself onto her knees. She wasn't looking at any of us, and I saw that she was shaking again. Adams came around to our side of the table to get a better view.

\"We're waiting, girl,\" Brunetti said.

Kneeling there in the center of the table, Jan tremblingly crossed her arms in front of her and took hold of the hem of her pullover with both hands. I could see that she was forcing herself to do it. Her face was almost unrecognizable. Slowly then she pulled the shirt up, all the way up over her head and off.

She was wearing the same kind of brassiere as the day before. She hesitated for a moment, as though waiting for a further command, but Brunetti didn't say anything. He just stood there looking at her. She made a whimpering sound as she opened the bra and took it off.

\"Yeah,\" Brunetti said then. \"They're nice, all right.\" He stepped up to the table and reached out to put his hands on them. Jan instinctively shrank back, but he said, \"Hold still, girl,\" and she did. \"Great tits,\" he said, cupping them, squeezing a little, then moving them about with his hands. \"I love high school girls with great tits. Damn, making me hard again already. I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you, girl.\" He gave her nipples a pinch before letting go of her breasts, which made her cry out.

Meanwhile Adams had been taking his clothes off. His cock was hard again too. \"My turn first,\" he said. \"But I want her to fuck me this time.\" Naked now, he hitched himself up onto the table and lay down on his back. \"Okay, kid,\" he said to Jan. \"Get on top of me and let's see you do some work.\"

Again she hesitated, not looking at any of us, her head bowed down.. We just waited. Then, moving like an automaton, she shuffled to Adams on her knees and positioned herself astride him, bringing one leg over his body so that she was straddling his hips. She still had her skirt on, but now it rode all the way up her thighs, and since Adams had ripped her panties off earlier it hid nothing. His cock was standing right up. \"Let's go, put it in,\" he said impatiently. Jan reached down with a trembling hand and lined his dick up with her pussy. Then she slowly sank down, taking it inside her.

\"Fuck him good, bitch,\" Brunetti said.

Jan began to fuck him. She had finally stopped sobbing; it was as though she had cried herself dry. She still made occasional moaning or whimpering sounds, but for the most part it was just the sound of her harsh, ragged breathing that filled the room as she moved almost mechanically up and down on Adams' dick. But her face looked like death. She moved slowly at first, but when Adams told her to go faster she did so, her breasts bouncing nicely, her thighs flexing as they pumped. When he demanded more movement she had to bend forward and support herself on all fours in order to comply, her breasts hanging down over his face. He took one in his mouth and bit down on it, adding spasms of pain to her already frantic gyrations, and finally he groaned and emptied himself inside her.

\"Stay that way, girl,\" Brunetti said. \"Just as you are. I like the way your ass sticks up like that.\" Jan, panting hard, stayed on her hands and knees, her head bowed down, as Adams slid out from under her. Brunetti moved closer to the table and pulled her skirt up even further, bunching it around her waist. \"Ass is almost as nice as your tits,\" Brunetti told her, stroking it. \"You ever have a cock up that ass, girl?\"

Jan whimpered. I started cursing in my mind; I'd been hoping to take her anal cherry myself, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. Brunetti's cock was sticking up out of his fly--he still hadn't bothered even to drop his pants, and he didn't bother now. He hooked his big hands around Jan's thighs and pulled her backwards until her knees were almost at the edge of the table as she faced away from him, crouching on all fours. Her ass was at just the right height. Brunetti gave it a couple of smacks, just for the hell of it, to which Jan barely reacted. But when he spread her cheeks apart with both hands, exposing her little crinkled asshole, she made a sound of fear. And when he brought his cock to it and started to push into her, she began to scream. She tried to crawl away, but Brunetti told her to stay still, and he slid his hands around her body to clutch at her dangling breasts, squeezing them hard and keeping her where she was as he tried to breach her tight, resistant opening with his fat cock. It was still slightly damp with her saliva, but that and whatever pre-come he was producing were the only lubrication. Her shrieks increased in volume as the tip of his dick began to penetrate her, and he gave a grunt of triumph and pushed harder. The head gradually sank in, but then he seemed to encounter an obstacle, probably her sphincter muscles. He cursed under his breath and then began to batter at her, making hard little fucking motions back and forth. Jan screamed even louder. Her arms gave way and she collapsed onto her elbows, and then her shoulders, her upper torso and her face now pressed against the table. Still Brunetti kept his hold on her tits, pulling back on them with each forward thrust. Jan was howling.

\"Christ, she's breaking my eardrums,\" Adams said. He picked up the remnants of her torn panties from the floor and stuffed them into her open mouth. She choked and tried to push them out, but he took hold of her hair to keep her head still as he packed them in. Her screams now were muffled, but they were still loud. My cock, needless to say, was throbbing like hell, and I fervently hoped Brunetti had meant what he said about giving us a crack at her too.

Brunetti gave a little cry of his own as he managed to break through her sphincter, and now he began to fuck her in earnest, his strokes getting longer and harder as he gradually sank deeper into that tight hole, until finally he was in her all the way. He fucked her that way for at least five minutes. He was panting hard and saying things to her with each exhaling breath, calling her names, but between his heavy breathing and Jan's stifled cries I couldn't make out the words. When he came he threw back his head and shouted, twisting her tits and shooting into her till he was done.

When he pried his dick out of her Jan fell onto her side and curled herself into a ball on the table, twitching and gasping hard through the panties in her mouth, until she reached up with one shaking hand and pulled them out. Brunetti was still panting too. He tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped himself up. \"You through with her?\" he said to Adams.

\"Yeah,\" Adams said. \"For now.\"

Brunetti turned to Brick and me. \"Okay, guys. Your turn.\"

Jan gave a cry of helplessness and despair. I was so hot I was ready to explode. Brick and I both got to our feet, but I beat him to the table, and I heard him curse. I grabbed Jan's hair with one hand and pulled her around by it until her head was at my crotch, unzipping my pants with the other. My straining dick popped out all on its own, and I jammed it all the way into her open gasping squalling mouth. She choked, and continued to choke and gag as I fucked her face hard, holding her hair and driving deep into her throat with each stroke. She couldn't really suck me under those conditions, but I didn't care. Just the feel of her unwilling mouth, her twisting lips and her flailing tongue made me crazy, and when I shot down her throat I pulled her face hard against me and kept my dick in there, drowning her with my come and watching her fighting for air until she nearly strangled.

Suddenly a great overwhelming feeling of power surged up in me, a feeling quite apart from the searing lust that had just culminated in this explosive climax. My head swam with the realization that I virtually had this girl's life in my hands; that if I chose--provided nobody came to her rescue, of course--I could end that life by simply not releasing her. I could snuff her out forever; I could literally rape her to death. The feeling shook me to the roots, and I recoiled, letting go of Jan's hair and stepping back convulsively. Jan had actually started to turn blue, and now she was frantically gulping in air and heaving spasmodically, her legs thrashing, her mouth gaping like a fish as she tried to recover her breath.

I had never known such a powerful sensation, and it frightened me. Had I actually wanted to kill her? I wondered. Was I capable of such a thing? And then I flashed on some of the things I had been doing lately. With my sister. With Penny. With Penny's sister. And especially with Diane. And I thought maybe I was, and I was frightened again.

But it didn't stop me from watching with interest as Brick took his turn. He used her mouth too, but he pulled her off the table and forced her to her knees on the floor and told her to suck him good. Jan was still panting for breath, and she had started sobbing again, but she did it. Breathing through her nose, sobbing and whimpering around his cock, her head bobbing slowly because he told her to go slow. He wanted to make it last, and he did. The two cops watched also, grinning and making an occasional comment about how good she looked that way. When Brick finally finished he pulled out and came on her face, and the cops applauded. I thought maybe they were going to take another turn at her, but they didn't.

\"Okay, cunt,\" Brunetti said then. \"Get your clothes on and get out of here. But remember we can bring you back any time we want to. And remember what else we can do. So I think you know better than to shoot your damn mouth off about this. Ever. Right?\" Jan just whimpered, and he reached out and took both her nipples between his fingers, twisting them hard. \"Right, girl?\" he repeated.

\"Yes!\" Jan yelped.

He took his time releasing her. \"Or about that wild story of yours. You give these fine young men any more trouble and you'll regret it pretty damn quick. I'm putting them in charge of you, and I want you to be nothing but nice to them from now on. You do whatever they want, and you do it good. You got that?\"

Jan made a moaning sound, but when his fingers tightened she choked out \"Yes,\" again. Her body was shaking. Her hair was a mess. Her tears were making tracks on her face through the drying remains of Brick's jism. She looked fantastic.

As soon as we got out of there I pulled out my phone and called Penny's number. I was a little nervous, as I didn't know what might have happened there, but I had to find out. I was relieved when Penny answered. But what she said was, \"Oh god, you rotten son of a bitch. I never want to see you again!\"

\"Penny,\" I said. \"Wait. I'm sorry, I got--What happened?\"

\"I'll tell you what happened,\" she said fiercely. \"You said you would be there and you weren't. God, why did I ever--Oh, fuck you!\" And she hung up.

I called her back. \"Look, I'm sorry,\" I told her. \"I got picked up by the cops. It's a long story. But tell me what happened.\"

\"Oh Christ. My mother found me, that's what happened. She found me--you know. That way. I thought she'd have a heart attack. I thought I would too. I had to tell her it was a game I was playing. A game. Jesus. She was sick. And of course she didn't believe me, because I had to tell her where the keys were so she could get me loose.\"

\"Well, it could have been worse,\" I said. \"It could have been your father.\"

\"Fuck you,\" Penny said. \"Now she thinks I'm sick, or that I'm a whore or something. She says she's going to send me away. To some girls' school halfway across the country. Get me away from 'bad influences.' She says she already lost one daughter, and now she's losing the other. I don't know what she's going to tell my dad. Christ, my life is over!\"

\"No it's not,\" I said. \"Wherever you go I'm sure you can find guys who like to tie girls up. You'll be happy as a pig in shit. Just be more careful about who you trust next time.\"

\"You rotten bastard,\" Penny said. \"You were never going to tell me where Judy is, were you? I bet you never even knew.\"

What the hell, I thought, why stir things up more. \"You're right,\" I told her. \"I never knew.\"

Speaking of pigs in shit, that's how happy Brick and I were now that we had Jan more or less permanently under our thumb. We didn't have to make it more tolerable for her now by limiting her enslavement to a month. It wasn't just us she

had to worry about now, and she knew she could never say anything to anybody, about Diane or anything else. Brick and I had a ball with her. I told her not only to wear skirts all the time, but not to wear any underwear when she came to school. Or any other time, for that matter. Almost every day Brick or I, or sometimes both of us, would find an opportunity to take her into an empty classroom or a storage room or an empty locker room or someplace and fuck her, or have her suck us off. Brick loved reminding her of how snotty she had been, and how she had put him down, and then making her tell us she was shit. \"You're a piece of shit, bitch,\" he would say. \"Tell us that.\" And Jan would tell us. He would make her crawl, and say it over and over: \"I am shit. I am shit. I am a piece of shit.\" Sometimes she would cry. Other times, especially after a while, she would just say it in a kind of dead, hopeless voice. She would act that way too, walking around school like a zombie, although when she fucked or sucked us we made damn sure she put some life into it.

Given that we now had a kind of authority from the cops--or a couple of them anyway--to use her as we wanted, we felt less inhibited about letting some of our friends in on the fun. Jan begged and pleaded the first time we told her that, but of course that only made us more inclined to do it. We only shared her with one or two guys at first, and we swore them to secrecy, but rumors soon started spreading around the school. I admit I had some qualms about this, but the fact was that the more people knew about it the more humiliating it was for her, and thus the more exciting for us. It was around this time that we had that scene in the cafeteria, with Tony and Billy, and after that it was no longer a secret that the once high and mighty Jan Burrows was now a crawling slut who did anything we told her. With anybody we told her to. Brick and I were suddenly the most popular guys in school.

Meanwhile Sally was bringing in a lot of money with her whoring, and though she complained ceaselessly about how degrading it was and how horrible my dad and I were for making her do it, she was actually having a great time, especially when the men got rough with her. But as the time of my mother's return got closer, my father started to worry. He told me this situation couldn't go on after my mom came back. I wasn't so sure; my mother was a pretty savvy woman, and in some ways shrewder than he was. But he stopped spending so much time fucking Sally, and actually made some attempts to look for work. But my dad wasn't that young anymore, and work wasn't easy to get. After a few days he got discouraged and started taking it out on Sally again.

So that when my mother came home unexpectedly, two days before her scheduled time, she found her daughter, stark naked, tied over a chair in the living room, while her husband fucked her in the ass and her son rammed his dick in and out of her moaning mouth.

My mother stopped dead in her tracks, staring. The three of us froze too, gaping helplessly back at her. It would be hard to say who was the most surprised, though probably it was her. But she didn't faint or scream or have a heart attack, or anything like that. She slowly put down her suitcases, then sank down to sit on one of them, still looking at us.

\"Well,\" she said then. \"Isn't this a pretty sight!\"

My father was the first of us to react. \"Shit!\" he yelled. He pulled his cock out of Sally's ass and hastily pulled up his pants, which were around his ankles. His face was red. \"What are you--you weren't supposed to--Oh Jesus!\" he sputtered. My mother just looked at him. His hard-on was tenting out the front of his pants, but it was rapidly diminishing. I didn't know what the hell to do, but I figured the best thing was to get the fuck out of there. I slid my own dick out of my sister's mouth and started to leave, but I stopped when my mother said, \"Where do you think you're going, Donald? You stay right where you are!\"

I didn't even have clothes to put on; I'd left them in my bedroom. I sat down on a couch and covered my crotch with a cushion.

My father now tried to brazen it out. \"All right, now you know,\" he said defiantly. \"Your daughter's a whore. A sick little perverted whore. Did you know that?\"

\"Of course I did,\" my mother said. \"How could you miss it? Did you think she and Donald were playing Parcheesi all this time? Are you that blind, Frank? But evidently not. How long have you been participating in these little games?\"

'I didn't know,\" my father said. \"I mean, well, maybe I did. Maybe I didn't want to. But I came home one day and found her--she was--\"

\"So you found her and you decided to have some too,\" my mother said.

\"I was--I couldn't--Damn it, Doris! I was fired!\"

For the first time my mother looked really shocked. \"Fired?\" she repeated. \"From the plant? They fired you?\"

\"Yes, damn it! Eighteen years. Just like that. Fired.\"

\"But don't worry, Mom,\" I put in. \"Sally's been bringing in money. We figured she's a whore anyway, so she might as well turn pro, you know? She claims to hate it, but she really loves the work. And she's very popular.\"

\"Oh, I'm sure she is,\" my mother said. \"She certainly doesn't look unhappy, all tied up that way. And if you boys would like to continue what you were doing with her, don't let me stop you.\"

\"Mom!\" Sally wailed. It was the first word she had spoken since my mother had come in.

\"Yes, dear?\"

\"How can you let them--they're making me--they make me--\"

\"Yes, I know, darling. But I always like to see my children happy, and you obviously revel in being a submissive little slut. So enjoy.\" Then an idea seemed to strike her. \"Frank,\" she said to my father, \"have you thought of using your little whore daughter to get your job back?\"

\"What do you mean?\" my father said.

\"Don't be dense, Frank, what do you think I mean? Whoever fired you--it's a man, I hope?\"

\"Well yeah, but--\"

\"Well if he's a man, and hopefully straight, you can offer him a deal. He gives you your job back and he gets to enjoy your daughter. No normal man is going to turn down a chance at a sexy nubile young girl like our Sally, when all he has to do to get her is to put one man back to work. Am I right?\"

\"Mom!\" Sally said again.

\"Be quiet, Sally.\"

\"Jesus, Doris,\" my father said. \"In the first place, the guy who fired me is just the personnel guy. He's just acting on orders from the higher-ups. He doesn't have any authority to hire me back on his own. And in the--\"

\"Well who does?\" my mother asked. \"Who do the orders come from? Who makes the decisions?\"

\"Well, ultimately it's the plant manager, I guess. Ron Kerstetter. He's the big boss down there.\"

\"Fine, then he's the one you make the offer to.\"

\"Doris, that's crazy. I can't just--Shit, I wouldn't even be able to get in to see Kerstetter! Especially now. How could I even--\"

\"Show some guts, Frank,\" my mother said. \"You do want your job back, don't you? I certainly don't want you hanging around the house all day long. So you'll do what you have to do.\"

\"But I'm telling you, Doris, there's no way I'd be able to get anywhere near Kerstetter, for Christ sake. He's the head of the whole operation, he's busy, he's important, he's not going to--\"

\"Oh for god's sake,\" my mother said. She got up and went to the telephone. \"What's the number down there?\" she asked.

\"Doris, you can't--\"\n
\"Wait, I remember.\" She picked up the phone and dialed. My father was still protesting when she waved to him to be quiet. \"Hello?\" she said into the phone. \"Mr. Kerstetter's office, please.\"

\"Jesus,\" my father said.

\"Hello? Yes, I'd like to make an appointment to see Mr. Kerstetter, please,\" my mother said. There was a pause. \"Yes, my name is Doris Jullian. I'm the wife of Frank Jullian, a long-time employee . . . Well, we'd like to speak to him about a very important matter . . . Well I can't go into it in detail over the phone, but it's something that I'm sure Mr. Kerstetter would want to discuss . . . Yes, Jullian, Frank Jullian . . . Yes . . . Yes, that's fine . . . Good, thank you very much. Goodbye.\" She hung up and turned back to us.

\"Four o'clock tomorrow,\" she said.

We all went. My father said it was crazy, but my mother said she didn't trust him to actually keep the appointment, so she had to go along. They had to take Sally to show her to Kerstetter, since she was the bait. And I was there to help keep her in line. She put up a big fuss and resisted all the way, because she knew if she did we would force her and maybe even tie her up, which was what she wanted. And she got her wish. I tied her hands behind her back, and put a jacket over her shoulders so it wouldn't be too obvious, and my father and I dragged her out to the car. She still struggled, but not too much, and after that she contented herself with cursing us out for doing these horrible degrading things to her.

At the plant we were shown up to the manager's office. There was a middle-aged receptionist outside the door, who checked our appointment on her computer, and then said that Mr. Kerstetter had asked her to ascertain just what it was we wanted to speak to him about. My mother told her it was a personal matter. The receptionist said, a little testily, that Mr. Kerstetter was a busy man, and that if we could just--

\"Sex,\" my mother said.

The receptionist looked stunned. \"I beg your pardon?\"

\"Sex,\" my mother repeated. \"Tell him it's about sex. That should catch his interest, don't you think?\"\n
\"I--\" the receptionist said. Then she swallowed. \"Just a moment, please,\" she said weakly, then got up and went into the office. A few moments later she returned. \"This way, please,\" she said, and held the door for us as we filed through.

It was a fairly large office, and Kerstetter was sitting behind a big wooden desk. He stood up as we came in, removing a pair of metal-rimmed eyeglasses. He looked to be in his fifties, large but not really fat, with thinning hair and a carefully trimmed dark mustache.

\"Good afternoon,\" Kerstetter said formally. \"Please sit down.\" There was a couch against one wall and several chairs scattered around. I led Sally to the couch and sat there with her. My mother took a chair across from his desk, and my father sat to her right, a short distance away. Kerstetter sat down too. \"Now then,\" he said. \"You are Mr. and Mrs. . . . ah . . .\"

\"Jullian,\" my mother said. \"I'm Doris Jullian, and this is my husband, Frank. These are our children, our son Donald and our daughter Sally.\"

\"Yes,\" Kerstetter said. \"How do you do?\" He looked a bit puzzled. \"And what can I do for you this afternoon?\"

\"I think we can do something for each other,\" my mother said.

Kerstetter blinked. \"I don't understand.\"

My mother took a breath. \"My husband, Frank,\" she began, indicating my father again, \"is--was--an employee of this company, until recently. He worked here for eighteen years. He's a hard worker, he was good at his job, he was always praised by the people he worked under, he was well liked by his fellow workers. Eighteen years, with no problems. And two weeks ago he was fired. Let go. Just like that. After eighteen years.\"

Kerstetter cleared his throat. \"Yes,\" he said. \"Well. Yes, unfortunately, we did undergo a bit of downsizing recently, due to the shrinking economy and other factors. I'm afraid we had to lose a number of valuable employees. It's an unfortunate situation, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can--\"

\"Yes there is,\" my mother said. \"You can hire him back.\"

Kerstetter looked uncomfortable. \"Well, I wish I could, Mrs. . . ah . . . Jullian, but I'm afraid that's not--\"

\"You like my daughter?\" my mother said.

Kerstetter blinked again. \"What?\"

\"My daughter Sally,\" my mother said, waving toward the couch. \"Don't you think she's attractive? She's very young and juicy, isn't she? And she's very. . . cooperative. Isn't that right, Sally?\"

\"Go fuck yourself, Mom,\" Sally said.

\"She has a colorful way of expressing herself,\" my mother said. \"And she likes to pretend she's reluctant to do what is required of her sometimes. But believe me, she is not. She will do anything you wish, and I'm sure you would enjoy her. Don't you think?\"

Kerstetter was staring now. \"Let me understand this,\" he said slowly. \"You are offering your daughter to me for.. . for sexual purposes . . . on condition that I re-hire your husband?\"

\"Call it a business arrangement,\" my mother said. \"It's not a bad bargain, you have to admit. Just look at her.\" She got up from her chair and came over to the couch. \"Stand up, Sally, so the man can look at you properly.\"

I could see Sally's breasts going up and down. I knew that just having her hands tied was making her hot to begin with, and being in this situation was adding to her arousal. \"Oh god,\" she moaned. \"You're going to make me fuck this old bastard, aren't you? Your own daughter! You're going to make me suck his cock and do all kinds of filthy--\"

My mother slapped her. \"Shut up, girl, and stand up!\" she said. Sally slowly got to her feet. I pulled at the jacket so that it slipped off her shoulders, and Kerstetter could see that she was bound. He drew in his breath.

\"The ropes aren't really necessary,\" my mother said. \"The girl loves this. But it's a nice touch, don't you think? You can keep her that way while you enjoy her if you want. Look how it makes her breasts push out. She has marvelous breasts. Would you like to see them?\" She brought her hands to the front of Sally's blouse and began to open the buttons.

\"Stop!\" Kerstetter said sharply. She paused, looking at him in surprise.

\"You cannot be serious,\" Kerstetter said then. \"Do you really think I-- Even if I-- A girl of that age? Why, I have daughters of my own older than she is. I am not a pedophile, madam. The girl is far too young.\"

\"Oh come now, she's not a child,\" my mother said. \"She's almost seventeen. And quite mature for her age, you can see that. And she's hardly innocent.\"

\"Regardless,\" Kerstetter said. \"I could not possibly take advantage of so young a person, even if I were so inclined, which I am not.\" He paused. Then after a moment he added, \"You, on the other hand, are a fine figure of a woman.\"

My mother stared at him.

\"Indeed,\" he went on. \"If it were you, rather than your daughter, who was on offer in this situation, we might possibly be able to arrive at a . . . satisfactory arrangement.\"

My father was staring too, and was about to say something, but my mother suddenly broke into a laugh. \"Now it's you who aren't serious,\" she told him. \"Or else crazy. Me? I'm forty-three years old, for god's sake!\"

\"And I am fifty-seven,\" Kerstetter said. \"You are much closer to my age than your daughter, as well as to my taste. And I'm sure you are aware that you are still quite an attractive woman.\"

Now my mother was my mother, and I had never even thought of her in any sexual way, or even as being especially good-looking. But Iooking at her now, in the light of what Kerstetter had said, I could see in an objective way that he had a point. She was still in good shape; her body was fairly trim, her breasts were not large but they made nice round shapes under her dress, and from what I could see her legs were still pretty shapely. Her shoulder-length hair had just a tiny sprinkling of gray here and there, but it was still mostly dark, and her face was still smooth--and yes, I thought with surprise, kind of pretty.

My mother was staring at him again, but my father was scowling and getting up from his chair. \"Hey, hold on there!\" he said angrily. \"What the hell do you think you're doing? My wife is not in the deal here. If you think you can--\"\n
\"Wait,\" my mother said. He stopped and stared at her.

\"Are you really serious?\" she said to Kerstetter.

\"Very much so,\" Kerstetter said.

\"No!\" my father shouted.

\"You'll give Frank back his job,\" my mother said. \"Permanently. If I let you have me. Just once.\"

\"Yes, I'll agree to that,\" Kerstetter said.

\"Doris, no!\" my father yelled. \"I won't let you do this! Damn it, you can't--\"

\"Be quiet, Frank,\" my mother said. \"Do you want your job back or not? You'd better, because I don't intend to go into the poorhouse, or whatever people do these days. Now why don't you take the kids and go for a nice walk or something, and I'll meet you back at the car afterwards.\" My father started to protest again, and she walked up to him and laid a hand on his arm. \"It'll only be once, Frank,\" she said, more softly. \"And it won't mean anything. And then you'll be working again and everything will be fine.\"

\"God damn it!\" my father said.

\"Go,\" my mother said.

My father just looked at her for what seemed like a long time. Kerstetter just sat and watched them, as though he was watching a play. I watched them too. I couldn't believe what was going on.

\"No,\" my father said finally. His voice sounded strange. \"No, I'm not going anyplace, Doris. If you're going to be a whore, you can do it in front of me. You think you can do that, Doris? Fuck him while I'm watching you?\"\n
My mother looked pale. \"I can if I have to, Frank,\" she said slowly, after a pause. \"Are you sure that's what you want?\"

\"What I want? I don't think you give a shit what I want!\" His face was twisted, and for a moment I wasn't sure if he was going to hit her or burst out crying. He did neither. He sat down again in his chair, as if planting himself there. \"I'm not going anyplace,\" he said again.

My mother looked over at Kerstetter, as if to get his reaction. He looked back at her for a moment, and then he shrugged. \"Fine with me,\" he said. \"I don't mind having you in front of your husband, as long as he doesn't interfere.\"

My mother's gaze shifted to Sally and me. \"You two go out to the car,\" she said. Her voice was a little unsteady. \"We'll be--\"

\"No,\" my father said.

She turned to look at him. \"Frank--\"

\"No,\" he repeated. \"Let them watch too. Let them see their mother being a whore. What do you care? Whores don't care who sees them. Let them watch.\"

\"Damn you, Frank,\" my mother said. \"I'm doing this for them too. For them and for you.\"

\"And for yourself,\" my father said.

\"And for myself. Yes.\" She stood there for another minute. Nobody moved. \"All right then,\" she said finally, her voice so low it was almost a whisper. \"Watch.\"

She turned to face Kerstetter. \"Do you want me to undress?\" she asked him.

\"Yes, please,\" Kerstetter said. \"That would be lovely.\"

So she did. She didn't draw it out or anything, but she didn't hurry it either. She did it as if she was in her own bedroom. She unbuttoned the front of her dress, slid the top part off her shoulders, then pushed it down and stepped out of it. She had on a half slip, and she pushed that down too. She kept her head up and looked straight ahead of her as she reached back to open her bra and then pulled it off. Then she slipped out of her shoes and slid her panties down. She stepped out of them and she was naked.

Part of me wanted to stop looking at her, but I couldn't. Her body was not bad at all. Her breasts were somewhat larger than I had expected, and without the bra they had just a little bit of sag, but not much. Her nipples were large and red. Her dark pubic hair formed a neat triangle, though I didn't think it was shaved or anything. Her ass was kind of plump, but her legs were really good, all the way up.

\"Very nice,\" Kerstetter said, his eyes moving over her. \"Very nice indeed.\" He stood up then and began to take off his own clothes. His body was hairy and solid-looking. His cock was just semi-hard, but it looked as solid as the rest of him.

When he was naked he moved out from behind his desk and walked up to my mother. Stopping in front of her, he reached out both hands and put them on her breasts. She flinched just perceptibly at his first touch, but then she stood still. She continued to look ahead of her, but slightly to one side, avoiding his eyes as his hands moved over her breasts, making little circles, his fingers twiddling the nipples. I could see his cock growing harder.

\"I hope you're going to be . . . cooperative, Doris,\" Kerstetter said. \"In the spirit of our bargain I expect you to be more than simply a passive piece of meat, to put it vulgarly. You understand that, right?\"

My mother looked at him then. \"I understand,\" she said quietly.

He continued caressing her breasts. \"You said your daughter would do anything I wished,\" he said. \"I assume that goes for you as well.\"

\"Whatever it takes,\" my mother said.

\"Good. On your knees, please.\"

My father made a kind of growling sound. He was clutching the arms of his chair tightly, but he didn't move. My mother waited for one long second, and then she lowered herself to her knees. Kerstetter took one step forward, his now almost fully erect cock brushing against her face. My mother opened her mouth and took it in.

It was a really peculiar sensation, watching my mother sucking cock. Half of me was repelled, the other half excited in spite of itself, and all of me was fascinated. She did it slowly, taking almost all of him in with each stroke. He put his hands in her hair, but he didn't force her; he let her go at her own pace. She didn't do anything fancy, she just sucked him in and out, but he was obviously enjoying it. He seemed to have a great deal of stamina, and it went on for a while. I couldn't help the fact that my cock was hard.

Then my father suddenly got up. At first I thought he was going to try to stop what was happening, but instead he surprised me by coming over to the couch where Sally and I were sitting. Before I knew what he was thinking, he grabbed Sally by her hair, pulled her around to the end of the sofa and bent her over the arm. Sally cried out. \"Shut up, you whore,\" my father rasped. He pulled down his zipper with one hand and pushed up her skirt with the other, and then proceeded to fuck her in the ass. Sally yelled. \"Shut the bitch up,\" my father said to me. I did that the best way I knew how. I slid over on the couch until my crotch was under her face, opened my fly and pulled her head down, choking off her cries with my now rampant dick.

Kerstetter was looking over at us. \"Quite a family,\" he said hoarsely. \"Don't stop, Doris.\"

My mother had stopped sucking him momentarily; now she resumed.

\"Filthy whore,\" my father panted, pumping away at Sally's asshole. Her hands, of course, were still tied and she was moaning around my dick, but not struggling. \"Filthy fucking whore, cocksucking bitch, dirty slut cunt. . .\" I didn't know if he was talking to Sally or to my mother, and probably neither did he.

Kerstetter was breathing hard now, and I expected him to come in my mother's mouth, but he didn't. He pulled away from her and helped her to get up, then led her over to his desk. He had her sit up on the front edge of it, facing his chair. He then sat down in front of her, spread her legs, and bent down to put his mouth between them.

My mother took in a sharp breath as he began to lick and suck on her pussy. Of course I couldn't see what his mouth was doing, but after a minute it seemed to be getting to her. She leaned back, propping herself on her hands, and actually spread her legs wider. Soon I could hear her panting. Kerstetter's hands were on her thighs, moving up and down, occasional small noises coming from his throat as he continued to eat her out. My mother began to moan softly. I heard my father curse, and he pumped even harder into Sally's ass, pushing her head down and making her almost strangle on my cock. I was afraid she would choke to death or else bite the hell out of me, so I slid away from her, my throbbing dick standing up like a telephone pole.

My mother's moans got louder. Her eyes were closed now, her head hanging back. The way she was leaning back on her hands made her breasts push out as they moved up and down with her heavy breathing. They were really nice breasts. I knew I had sucked on them when I was a little baby, and now I wished I could remember how that felt. It would be great to suck on those tits now. I couldn't believe I was thinking that. I couldn't believe I was getting up and moving closer to the desk, to get a better look at what was happening.

My mother was squirming just a little now, her lower body rising slightly off the desk to push her crotch against Kerstetter's face. As I watched she let her arms collapse beneath her and lay down on her back. The desk was big enough to support her, though her head was half hanging off the other end. It was rolling back and forth now, her mouth emitting ragged moans. I moved closer. Her eyes opened, and she saw me standing over her. My hard cock was close to her face.

Her eyes went wide. \"No, Donald,\" she panted hoarsely. \"No. No.\"

Christ, I was torn. I couldn't help wondering what she would do if I just stuck my dick in her mouth. Or put my hands on her tits. I wanted to. But she was my mother, and I didn't do anything. I just stood there.

It looked like she was ready to come, but at that point Kerstetter pulled his head away from her crotch and stood up. His face was wet, and very red, and he was panting. \"I have to fuck you now!\" he rasped out, and that's just what he did. His dick was still hard, and he stepped up to her and put it inside her with one hard thrust. She cried out, and her body arched toward him again as he began to piston in and out of her pussy. Her legs curled around him, pulling at him, and her cries and gasps got louder and more intense, building to a crescendo. . .

And then Kerstetter gave a loud roar, pushed himself all the way into her and came helplessly, his body jerking as he fired his come inside her. My mother gave a cry of disappointment as he did so. When he was done he pulled himself out of her and quickly reached for his clothes. \"Jesus!\" was all he said.

My mother was moaning and squirming on the desk. \"Oh god!\" she panted. \"Oh god, don't stop. Please don't stop!\" But Kerstetter was already getting dressed.

\"Whore!\" my father said, still thrusting into my sister's ass. Sally was shrieking with pain and pleasure.

My mother was twisting and almost crying with frustration. Her legs were still open. \"Frank!\" she cried out. \"Frank, I need you. Come on, Frank. Please!\"

But at that moment my father gave a hoarse shout and pulled out of Sally's ass, his cock shooting sperm. \"Fuck you!\" he yelled, as if in triumph, as his jism spurted strongly all over my sister's back and even into her hair.

My mother gave a cry of despair and anguish. Her head was rolling again, and now her eyes lit on me. They were wild and unfocused, but she saw me. Me and my throbbing dick. \"Donald. . .\" she gasped out. \"Donald. . . Donny. . .\" She reached out to me with one hand. My cock was just out of her reach. Then I took a step forward, and it wasn't. Her fingers curled around it. \"Please. . .\" she groaned breathlessly. \"Help me, Donny. . . please. . . \"

I wasn't thinking anymore. My body was moving, but it was as though it was being controlled by someone else. I went around the desk, my dick slipping from her hand, and I was standing in front of her. Her tits were nodding at me. Her legs were straining. Her pussy was open. I moved up to her and put my dick inside it.

Oh Jesus. I was fucking my mother. Incredibly, I was thrusting my cock into that same hole that my whole body had come out of when I was born. The woman who had given birth to me nearly eighteen years ago was moaning and twisting as I did so, clutching at me with her legs, reaching to pull me down on top of her. I still had most of my clothes on, but I managed to open my pants and shorts and let them fall around my ankles even as I pistoned in and out of her. As she pulled me down against her body it became more difficult to fuck her, and when my cock momentarily slipped out of her she turned her body with a cry, swinging her legs up onto the desk and lying lengthways across it, and I followed her. Now I was lying on top of her, between her raised legs, my dick back inside her, and we were both moaning and gasping and thrusting at each other, and then she was screaming, her body convulsing beneath me again and again, and before she was finished coming I was shooting into her until I thought my head would explode along with my dick.

Through the roaring in my ears I heard Kerstetter's somewhat stunned voice, telling my father he could start on Monday.

I never fucked my mother again. We never talked about what had happened, and one time, when I came home a bit drunk from a party and made a sort of fumbling pass at her, she slapped me so hard I saw stars. And that was the end of that.

Penny was gone, and I didn't even know where. My father was working again, so we didn't really need Sally to be a whore anymore, but she kept doing it anyway, insisting that we were forcing her. Then one day Jan didn't show up at school. It turned out that her family had moved away; her father had gotten a new job out in Oregon or some damn place, so just like that she was gone too. Brick was really pissed, and he kept telling me we should call Lars and get him to find us another girl, but we both knew that was not a great idea. But I couldn't help thinking about Lars and wondering if maybe I should go to visit him sometime, just to check out his latest victim. Then one day, to my great surprise, he called me up.

\"Come over and see me,\" Lars said, without even saying hello. \"Got something to talk to you about.\"

\"Will it cost me any money?\" I said.

\"Not unless you want to play with my new toy,\" Lars said. \"But no. You might even make some. Got an opportunity for you. But I'm not talking about it on the phone. Come over. And don't bring your fucking friend.\"

So I went.

When Lars told me what the deal was I thought he was joking. But he wasn't.

\"You're crazy,\" I said, staring at him. \"I don't kill girls!\"

\"Why not?\" Lars said. \"You like to make them wish they were dead anyway, right? Hurt them, torture them. Hell, this is just taking one more step. Big fucking deal.\"

\"But this is a joke, right? Why me? You want her dead, you kill her. I'd think it's right up your alley.\"

\"It's not me wants her dead. It's my clients.\"

\"What, you mean the guys you sell your used girls to? Jesus, they're probably even more depraved than you are. Why don't they kill her? I bet they've killed girls before.\"

\"Not only girls,\" Lars said. \"But they don't operate in this country. They can't get in, and if they did they'd be arrested. That's why they work through me. But I got my own problems. I'm going out of town for awhile, I don't have the time for this. They want it done right away. At least they want her out of circulation. She knows too much, or she saw something she shouldn't have seen, or something, I don't know. Doesn't matter. She's just a kid, they don't trust her not to talk. She's got to be got rid of. Now I can--\"

\"What do you mean, a kid?\" I said. \"How old is she?\"

Lars shrugged. \"High school girl. Like that Jew girl I got for you, I guess. Seventeen, eighteen, something like that. Just like you like them, right?\"

I stared at him. \"What, she's a whore or what?\"

\"No. She's just a--I don't know, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Too bad for her. Now I'm gonna--\"

\"Wait. Just wait, damn it. I don't know why the hell you think I would do this, but I'm not a murderer, okay? I never killed anybody, and I wouldn't--\"

\"Oh, bullshit,\" Lars interrupted. \"Sure you would. I've seen you with girls, remember? I've seen your face when you're hurting them. Seen your eyes. You're just like me, kid. I knew it first time I saw you. With your sister, remember? At that party? I saw it right away. You got it inside you. You think I'd offer you this deal if I wasn't sure of that? You maybe don't know it yourself, but there's nothing you won't do when you got that kind of power. Now you take that shithead pal of yours. Brick? Yeah, he acts real rough and tough and you think he's meaner than you, but nope. Not inside he's not. I'd never trust him to do something like this. But you're the perfect guy. You do it and you walk away and nobody will even suspect you.. Now shut up and let me tell you how it's gonna be. I'm making it easy for you. First I'm gonna bring her here and--\"

\"You're fucking nuts!\" I said. \"Bring her here and kill her yourself, damn it, I don't want any part of this!\" I got up and started to leave.

\"Sit fucking down!\" Lars said. And I sat down. It took me a minute, but that's what I did, finally. I sat down.

\"I can't do it because I don't have time to do it right,\" Lars said. \"I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Before I do I'm gonna take her and bring her here and leave her for you. You can do what you want with her before you snuff her. And it doesn't even have to be messy. I'll give you some pills. You can take your time doing it. Just don't get any weird ideas about letting her go or anything, because then I'd have to kill you too. You understand that, right?\"

\"Yeah, but you don't have to worry about that, because I'm not gonna do it,\" I said. \"I don't care what you think I'm capable of, this is fucking ridiculous! Why would I kill some girl I don't even--\"

\"I can give you three good reasons,\" Lars said.

\"Yeah? Like what?\"

\"First of all,\" Lars said, \"fifty thousand dollars.\"

\"Jesus Christ!\" I said. \"That's insane! For that money you could probably hire a professional hit man, for Christ sake. Why would you--\"\n
Lars shrugged. \"It's not my money,\" he said. \"You want another reason?\"

\"Yeah.\"

\"Here.\" Lars passed me over a small photograph. \"That's the girl. Her name is Sharon.\"

\"Wow!\" I said. And I meant it. The picture showed a very pretty girl with long reddish hair and green eyes. She wasn't smiling, but her face had a pleasant look, and the more I looked at it the prettier it seemed. It looked kind of innocent, but there seemed to be a hidden sensuality about it too. The picture showed her down to the waist, and her breasts looked high and solid beneath the blouse she wore, not too big and not too small. This was a girl anybody would want to fuck. I could picture myself fucking her all right. I could also picture myself hurting her and making her do what I wanted. The thought of that made my cock twitch. But could I kill her? That was something else.

\"Here's the third reason,\" Lars said. \"I'm gonna be away for two weeks. You can use my place. Stay here with her. Like I said, you can do anything you want with her before you kill her. Anything at all. For two weeks. Have a goddam ball with her. Just make sure you snuff her in the end.\"

That was the reason that got me..

Luckily, it was June, and school was over for the summer. But I had to make up a story for my parents about why I was going to be gone for two weeks--something about a sudden invitation to go on a camping trip with some friends. I got some opposition, but not enough to deter me. I packed a bag and went over to Lars's place, as arranged, the next day around noon. Lars had given me a key.

And sure enough, when I got there, there was the girl in the picture, tied up in his basement, in the same wooden chair that Diane had been tied in the first time Brick and I had seen her there. But there were no cuffs this time, just ropes, tying her hands behind the chair, and her ankles to the front legs. She had on a kind of stripy top with buttons down the front, and a knee-length green skirt. She looked as good as she had in the photo, but her face wasn't exactly pleasant-looking now. It wasn't exactly agitated either, which was what I'd expected. It was just sort of blank. Expressionless. When I came in she just looked at me. She didn't cry out or scream or moan, she didn't struggle or beg. She just looked at me out of those deep green eyes. But I saw her breasts going up and down fairly rapidly under her shirt.

\"Hello, Sharon,\" I said, feeling kind of foolish. \"It's Sharon, right?\"

She didn't say anything. She just looked at me.

Something about her silence, her strange lack of emotion, got to me. It made me feel awkward and a little dumb, and that irritated me. I figured I'd shock her out of it. \"You're a beautiful girl, Sharon,\" I said. \"Sexy too. It's a real shame that you have to die. They've asked me to kill you, you know.\"

\"I know,\" Sharon said. And that was all.

I stared at her. \"Jesus, you're pretty cool about it,\" I said. \"Are you nuts or what? I'm telling you you're gonna die soon.\"

\"I know,\" she said again.

\"Well, Christ, don't you care?\"

\"Of course I do,\" she said. \"But there's nothing I can do about it. You're going to kill me no matter what I say. I know that. If I could stop you I would, but I can't.\"

\"Jesus,\" I said again. \"I don't get it. Most girls would be crying and begging and shitting their pants. Aren't you scared?\"

\"Yes, I am,\" Sharon said. \"But I could cry and beg till I was blue and it wouldn't do any good. All I can do is try to face it. You'll do what you're supposed to do.\"

\"That's right,\" I said. \"All that is true. But that's not all I'm going to do, Sharon. I have two weeks with you, and I'm going to do a lot of things to you before I kill you. I'm going to start by raping you. You hear that, Sharon? Raping you.\"

\"I know that too,\" Sharon said.

I wanted to hit her. \"Okay,\" I said. \"You're very calm and very cool. And you have a great body. Sweet round titties, it looks like, and nice legs. And you're all mine. But raping you is just the start, Sharon, and killing you is the end, but in between I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you. Okay? I'm going to hurt you, Sharon. I'm going to give you a lot of pain. I don't think you'll be so damn calm for too long. I want to hear you cry, Sharon. I want to hear you plead. I want to hear you yelling in agony. And I'm gonna make you do all that. You're gonna be in hell, Sharon. I like hurting girls, you know, and here you are, a sweet new toy just for me. I'm going to break you, Sharon, I'm gonna torture you until you lose your mind, I'm gonna make you scream and twist and beg, and when you finally die it's gonna be hard and slow, and you're gonna wish you were dead long before that happens. You got that, Sharon baby?\" I was out of breath.

Sharon was breathing harder too. But that was her only visible reaction.

\"I know,\" she said.

\"Christ, you're so tough!\" I said. \"Well, damn you, not for long. I'm going to hurt you now, Sharon. Right now. Before I even fuck you. I'm gonna start with your breasts. Your pretty tits. Because I want you to scream for me, Sharon, and I can make you do that by hurting your breasts. You know what I'm gonna do to them, Sharon? I'm gonna burn them with lit cigarettes, to start with. I've got a whole lot of cigarettes, Sharon, and I'll use as many as it takes. That will make you scream, I bet. Won't it, Sharon? Won't it?\"

\"It probably will,\" Sharon said. And I saw her swallow.

\"So fucking cool,\" I said. I moved close to her then, and placed both my hands over the ripe bulges in her shirt. I was surprised that she didn't seem to be wearing a bra, but from the look and feel of her tits she didn't need one. \"Oh, Sharon, this is going to hurt so much,\" I told her. I rubbed my palms over the yielding mounds. \"I just can't wait to hear the sounds you'll make. How many burns will it take, I wonder. Not a lot, I bet. Tell me about your nipples, Sharon. Are they all nice and pink?\" I pinched her nipples through the blouse, squeezing them hard. She gave one small squeal, like a mouse, then clamped her lips together. I twisted her nipples. \"Answer me,\" I said. \"I'll find out soon anyway.\" I twisted harder, and Sharon closed her eyes and gave a brief nod.

I let her go then. \"That's good,\" I said. \"All pink and fresh. But they won't stay that way, you know. My cigarettes will turn them all black and gray and shriveled, and all that sweet creamy skin--\"

\"All right,\" Sharon said. \"All right, you win. You've frightened me, okay? What do you want me to say? You want me to beg? You want me to cry? What for? You'll do what you want to do. If I could do something that would help me in any way, I'd do it. I would. But there's not. Because you can do what you want with me anyway. So there's not. There's just not.\"

\"No,\" I said. \"There's not.\"

\"I know,\" Sharon said.

\"God,\": I said. \"I want to kiss you.\" I didn't know I was going to say that. Sharon's reaction was to turn her head away. So I slapped her, very hard, across the face. Then I seized her hair and forced her head around. \"Okay, now,\" I said, and I kissed her, holding her in place by her hair. With my lips on hers, her mouth went slack. I pushed my tongue into it, thrusting deeply with it, probing her mouth. I kissed her for a long time, still holding on to her hair, and she never flinched or even made a sound.

Finally I let her go. \"I think you're going to be more cooperative later on,\" I said breathlessly. \"But right now I want to see those fine-looking tits of yours.\" I brought my hands to the collar of her blouse. \"You won't need clothing any more anyway,\" I said, and I ripped the thing open down to her waist. And there they were, those high, sweet, firm, enticing breasts naked in front of me.

\"Damn, they're gorgeous,\" I said. \"They're just made to be enjoyed by men. Too bad I'll be the last guy to have that privilege. They're made to be tortured too. Let me show you what I mean.\" And with that I stepped back and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I lit one up. \"Let's see how many it will take,\" I said.

She didn't say a word, but I saw her body start to tremble. Lars had tied her very tightly in that sturdy wooden chair, and she couldn't move a thing except her head, which she now shook instinctively from side to side, her copper-colored hair bouncing nicely.

I did it slowly, just to show her how helpless she was, how she couldn't get away from what was happening to her. I held the cigarette close to her left breast, and her muscles strained no nicely as she tried to shrink back, to move away, but she had no place to go. I looked directly into her wide green eyes as I slowly moved my hand forward and pressed the tip of the cigarette against her nipple.

Sharon's head fell back, her mouth went wide and her body spasmed repeatedly with pain, shaking the chair. She made a kind of awful quacking sound as she tried to yell and take in air at the same time. \"Hurts, doesn't it, Sharon?\" I said, and I ground the thing out against her skin.

I had to wait a little while for Sharon to recover. I wanted her to be able to hear what I was saying. She was panting hard and making little high-pitched whining sounds, which gradually faded. Her head came up, and her pain-glazed eyes slowly began to clear.

\"That was just one, Sharon,\" I said. \"How did you like it? Like I said, I have a lot more. I have you for two lovely weeks. Isn't that great? Let's celebrate by doing that again, okay? How about it?\"

She just looked at me. She was still breathing hard, her breasts heaving up and down. Sweat was running off her body, which didn't make it any less attractive. Her cheeks were wet with tears, but they were tears of pain alone; she didn't sob or moan or cry out loud. \"Kill me now,\" was all she said.

I smiled at her and shook my head. \"I can't do that, Sharon.\"

\"I know,\" Sharon said.

My cock was aching for her. \"I'm going to burn your breast again,\" I told her, just to see the look in her eyes. \"It might be nice to try the other one now. But on the other hand, burning the same one again would probably be more painful. Either one would probably do the trick though. What do you think?\"

\"Oh god!\" Sharon said, closing her eyes.. \"For god's sake,\" she whispered. \"Just do what you're going to do.\"

\"Oh, Sharon, Christ!\" I said. \"I'd like to throw you down on the floor and fuck the hell out of you right now. But first I want to make you scream. I want to hear you scream real good. And I think one more cigarette will do it, right, Sharon?\":

She didn't open her eyes. \"I don't know,\" she whispered.

\"Yeah, but you're gonna fight it, right?\" I said. I got out another cigarette and lit it up. I knew she could hear the match strike. \"Because you're so damn brave, you can't let go without a struggle. Well okay, you fight it all the goddam way. It will be that much sweeter when I do hear you scream, and.scream again, and when I make you scream over and over until you're hoarse from screaming and all you can do is make pitiful little croaking sounds. Oh yeah, I'm gonna love it, Sharon.\" I was panting again. I stepped up to her. \"I'm gonna do the other one now, just to even it out. Don't pull away, Sharon, you can't get away, you know that. I'm gonna do it slowly .this time So scream now, Sharon. Scream for me.\" And I kissed her nipple with the glowing tip.

And Sharon screamed.

Christ, I can still hear that scream. Sometimes I dream about it. It was so sweet and so horrible at the same time, and it nearly made me shoot in my pants. I could have drowned in that scream. I could have gone crazy listening to it, except I was probably crazy already. In a way I can't explain it felt like the culmination of my life. And I knew there was a lot more to come.

I held the cigarette steadily against her nipple for a long moment without letting it go out, and Sharon continued to scream as I began moving it around her aureole, touching it to her flesh in fiery little kisses, until finally I pressed it to her nipple again and twisted it out, grinding it into the flesh. I was close to bursting as I listened to the half-demented sounds that came from her throat and watched her jerking, straining, agony-filled body, and I knew I had to take that body before I exploded.

I dropped the cigarette, then quickly found a knife and cut her loose. The floor wasn't good enough now; I wanted to screw her, to rape her, on a proper bed, and I had the whole damn house to play in. I took hold of her wrist and pulled her with me up the stairs. She was too overcome with pain to put up much resistance, and my frenzy made me strong. I found a bedroom without much trouble, and I wasn't too surprised to see that Lars had outfitted the bed with plenty of ropes and cuffs, all ready for use. I pushed Sharon onto the bed and fastened her there very tightly, with arms and legs spread wide. Then I stripped her naked, cutting her clothes off with the knife I'd brought from downstairs.

Her body was stretched so tightly she couldn't move a muscle. I stood there looking at that straining, gorgeous, helpless form, just waiting to be plundered and defiled, and I could hardly breathe. I got my own clothes off somehow, and my cock was reaching for the sky.

\"I'm going to fuck you now, Sharon,\" I said.

Sharon closed her eyes.

\"No,\" I said. \"Look at me.\" And she did. Those eyes were blurred with pain, but she looked up at me, without a single word. I gazed down at her for another long moment, savoring the anticipation. And then I fell on top of her.

I must have fucked her for an hour or so. Or maybe more. I didn't know, I didn't care. All I knew was that the only thing in the world I wanted to do was to fuck this girl forever. She was easily the greatest screw I ever had. She couldn't do a thing, tied as she was, but it didn't matter. It was enough that she was there, and I was taking her. That body was a pure delight, so ripe and luscious, so sweetly yielding, yet so firm and tight. I couldn't get enough of it. I fucked her until I came, and then I fucked her some more, and came again, and still continued, on and on, until I simply didn't have the strength to do any more.

I rolled away from her then, feeling half dead and yet still wanting more of her. So when I recovered a little I crawled up over her face and made her take my dick in her mouth. I would have sworn that nothing in the world could surpass the fantastic pleasure of what I had just done to her--until I forced this girl to eat my cock. And then I knew.

I drowned myself in Sharon after that. Lars' house became one big play pen, and Sharon was my only toy. There was nothing I had ever fantasized about that I didn't do to her. For two full weeks I kept her my helpless captive, and in pain most of the time. I played with her hour after hour. Just looking at her never failed to make me hot, and I fucked her a dozen times a day, and at night too. I fucked her lying down, standing up, sitting in a chair, bending over a table. I fucked her cunt, I fucked her ass, I sucked on her burn-marked titties till she shook with pain. I loved to hurt her as I took her body, because her reactions made it even more stimulating. At the touch of my red-glowing cigarette on her breast or her ass or her inner thigh, that body, even when tautly spread in unyielding bondage, would jerk and twitch and strain and quiver, which was especially exciting when I was deep inside her pussy, basking in the ride.

But Sharon's real torture came when I was in a state of satiation, however brief it might be, and was able to concentrate without distraction on giving her the kind of pain I had promised her. And she suffered it so exquisitely, it was a joy to see. And hear. For Sharon screamed a great deal, as I had told her she would. But she never begged or pleaded, because she knew it wouldn't help her, and would only turn me on the more. I would hang her up by her wrists and whip her with my belt, or with one of Lars' whips, whip her front and back, from her shoulders to her knees. I would put her in the bathtub, bound hand and foot, and run the shower water over her, first icy cold, and then steaming hot, while she yelled and twisted and tried to roll over and over to avoid being scalded. I would tie her down and stick a lighted cigarette into her sweet pussy, and let it burn down slowly, blowing it to life whenever it showed signs of going out, and I'd watch as Sharon squirmed and writhed and tried to twist about. Then the thing would burn down to her pussy and I'd listen to her howl, and enjoy her frantic contortions as her body went through hell--which would make me so hard that I would immediately have to fuck that burned pussy. And of course there was the welding torch.

In fact, the only time that Sharon would actually be free of my unrelenting torture was when she was sucking me. Because that girl had the softest lips and the most tantalizing tongue, and the warmest, most delicious mouth I'd ever known. How anyone so young could have such a talent for cocksucking, I didn't know. And Sharon did her best to please me, because then I would temporarily lose all interest in anything outside her mouth, and she would suck me ceaselessly for as long as I could take it, in order to put off further agony as long as possible.

Those two weeks went by much too fast. But all good things must come to an end.

I didn't tell her when the last day came. I put the tablets that Lars had given me into her morning cup of coffee. She always had her coffee in bed, because I kept here tied there all night, spread out, so that any time I wanted to I could just roll over on top of her and fuck her. Which I did several times a night. She usually ate her meals off the floor, like a dog. But in the morning I'd bring her coffee as she lay there all stretched and bruised and exhausted, but still lovely, and I'd make her open her mouth for me and I'd pour the piping-hot liquid down her throat. I'd pour it down until it was gone, and she would have to swallow it all, even though it scalded like the fires of hell. So that morning I brought the cup to her as usual, and Sharon choked it down. Of course it was too hot for her to taste what I had put into it, and I made sure she swallowed every drop.

But after she had gotten it down a kind of crazy revulsion came over me. I felt sick to my stomach, and I suddenly found myself frantically trying to think of ways to stop this thing before it was too late--an antidote, a stomach pump, a doctor, anything--but all the time I knew I wouldn't, even if I could. Even if I wanted to.

So that was it. Things were the way they were. And so I lay down on top of her lovely spread-eagled body and took her one last time. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. As I began to move in and out of her I looked down into her eyes and told her what was happening. \"Sharon, darling,\" I said, \"This is our last fuck. I'm afraid our time is almost up. It's been a hell of a lot of fun for me, and I sure hate to see you go, but that's how it is. The fact is that today's the day, and it's already too late for you. Because you've just drunk a big dose of poison, Sharon, and it's working inside you now. In half an hour you'll be dead.\"

Sharon just stared up at me. And then for just a moment she panicked and lost control. She twisted frenziedly under me, her body straining hard, pulling at her bonds in desperation. But after a few seconds she stopped herself, then shuddered once, and went quiet again. Her eyes were wide, but clear as glass, and now I saw a knowledge in them, and an acceptance, that both awed and angered me. But there was sadness there too, and fear, and pain, all mixed up. And all those things were in her voice, although she breathed only one word: \"Oh. . .\"

I had never wanted her so much. I put my hands on her, all over her, touching her everywhere I could reach, and I took her slowly, with a crazy kind of exultation, watching her face. She seemed to look beyond me now, as if already seeing some other plane where she would be free from suffering at last. It pissed me off to see her like that, and I took hold of her hair and pulled it sharply, to let her know that she was not dead yet, that she was right there with me in that bed, tied down and helpless, naked, her fine young body mine to do with as I pleased, until the moment of her final breath.

And so I looked into her eyes and took her as she died, by slow degrees. I stroked her widespread thighs, I squeezed her breasts, I bit her neck, I clutched her ass and fucked her as deeply as I could. Although I couldn't stop her dying, I wanted it to go on and on forever, and I tried to pace myself, but I was lost in a frenzy of lust and passion and love and hatred, and in the glory of that fabulous helpless pain-filled body stretched beneath me. Still, as long as she could watch me I managed to deny myself the final pleasure, rutting in her flesh and drowning in her eyes until finally she shuddered once more, and gave a sigh, and her eyes began to blur, and as I saw her sliding away I climaxed into her, thrusting deep inside her, coming and coming as her life slipped away, shooting everything I had inside her until she was dead. Then I collapsed on her lifeless body, gasping and panting and choking and sweating. And crying.

After a while I got up and got dressed and got my stuff together. Then I kissed her and left her there.

Lars was due back later that day, and he'd told me he would dispose of the body, and that I would be getting my fifty thousand dollars soon afterwards, as soon as his people were satisfied that I had done the job. I figured they would be satisfied all right, and I wondered if Lars might possibly ask me to do similar jobs in the future, if the occasion arose.

I wondered what I would say.

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