Ashley's Torments
By Ashley

Disclaimer: This is a basically true story of what happened to me two years ago. It contains large amounts of non-consensual sex and abuse. It took me a long time to get over some of it. Yes parts of this does

still to this day turn me on, however it was forced and I was treated badly.
If this offends you don't read it. I was asked to post this by a friend
on-line that has talked to me about this experience. I would love

to hear from people about this. If you don't like it or if you do. Either
way please tell me. Let me know if I should go on with it as well______.

(Part One) (Introduction)

I guess I should first tell you about me. I am 22 (almost 23), about 5'6,
with blonde hair and blue eyes.

I have often been told that I am pretty, and who am I to argue?

I weigh about 125 lb. I think I could lose 10 lb. but I guess that just
about every girl thinks that.

Why should I be different? My life is pretty normal for the most part; or at
least it used to be. But Paul changed all that.

I loved Paul very much. I believed he loved me as well, but was I ever
wrong!

I was 20 years old at the time that my life took that strange turn. I had
been dating Paul for what seemed like forever; actually only 2 years. He was
a very demanding boyfriend, very firm and strict. He would often dictate how
I dressed and what I would do. For the most part, I didn't care -- in fact
at times it really turned me on -- but I had noticed that once in a while
his need to control everything went wild. It was about 3 years ago now; as I
said, I was twenty at the time. I got home early from work on this ill-fated
night. Paul was already home; this was rather odd, but I didn't give it much
thought at the time. Paul told me to get dressed up, as we were going out.

He brushed off my questions about where we were going and said it didn't
matter; I should just go and get dressed. He had picked out my clothes, he
said, and they were on the bed. He emphasized that I should only put on the
clothes that he had laid out for me, and that I must be ready by 7.

I was less then happy about this. It was Friday night and I had told Paul I
didn't want to go out this weekend as I was tired from my new after-school
job. But you didn't argue with my Paul when he was in this mood. I went up
stairs to find my clothes all laid out as he had told me.

But what a shock it was when I saw the outfit -- my shortest skirt, a little
jet black number that barely covered my ass. That skirt was for private love
play with Paul. I hated wearing it in public, and Paul knew that full well.
There was also a pair of high heels, also black, and my tan blouse. Nothing
else. No bra, no panties no nothing. I was getting a bit concerned. I began
to wonder what exactly Paul had planned for me that night. I didn't even
know where we were going. Nonetheless I donned the outfit and went
downstairs.

Well, Paul was drinking a beer, and I was less than thrilled. When I started
to remind him how I felt about his starting drinking early, he got all
pissed off, told me to shut up and get my coat.

"Where are we going", I asked. He said, "Well, if you must know, Bob and
Beth are having a party and we're invited". "Oh no", I said. "You know how I
feel about Beth. You can go and have fun if you want to, but I'm not going."
Paul freaked out and shouted, "Look, I'm sick of this shit. You're going and
that's that."

I didn't care for them, especially Beth. Bob was Paul's best friend and Beth
his girlfriend. Paul started screaming, "I'm sick of your trying to break up
things between me and Bob just because you two bitches can't get along. Now
let's go." He grabbed my arm and pushed me towards the door. I guess I
should explain why I didn't like Beth. Basically she is bi-sexual, while I
am not. She had come on to me many times and was not too happy when I did
not respond enthusiastically. As a result we were never real tight. But
there was something else about her that made me very uncomfortable;
something I never could explain, even to myself. Anyway, the ride to Bob's
house was not a happy one. Paul said very little to me in the car and drove
kinda fast. I just huddled in the corner of the front seat, very cold and
uncomfortable.

When we got to their house, I thought it was rather odd that there were no
extra cars around but I didn't give it a lot of thought. Maybe we were
early. Bob opened the door, let us in, and shut the door behind us. For the
first time I could remember, he locked the door behind us. I guess he
thought that I didn't notice.

Beth was sitting in the living room, dressed very much as I was-short skirt,
a tight blouse, and heels. Bob and Paul were just dressed like average guys,
jeans and a tee shirt. Beth said hi to Paul, kind of ignoring me altogether.
Then Beth said something very strange: she said she was surprised I had
agreed-just that, no explanation. Paul just shook his head , and grinned,
"Well, she didn't actually agree-she doesn't know the whole story yet. But
she'll come around-you'll see." I started to get a bit uncomfortable;
obviously, they had some sort of secret that I wasn't in on. "Agreed to
what?" I asked. Paul explained, with one of those evil smiles he sometimes
has, "Look, Ash. We're all sick of this feud, or whatever it is, between you
gals. It's putting a great strain on relations between me and Bob, and Beth
is tired of it too. She has agreed to make real friends tonight, and thinks
a closer relationship might lessen the strain." I flipped. "A closer
relationship?' I sputtered.

"Well, fuck you, Beth."

Paul boiled over. He slapped me right across the face, the first time in his
life that he had hit me with full force. I mean he has hit me before (and
not always on the face), playing around, but never like that. And never in
front of others. He said, with menace in his voice, "Look Ash, we've all
decided this is going to happen one way or another. If you don't like it our
way, we can suggest another way that you'll think is even worse." I just
looked at them all with my mouth open wide, in shock at the situation that
was developing.(Part Two)

I stood there gazing at Paul, hoping that any minute I would wake up, and
this would be a dream. But in my heart I knew it wasn't. I screamed at Paul
to take me home now; that I hated him, and we were over. He said have it
your way, bitch. Bob and Paul dragged me to the sofa and tossed me onto it.
I stated to get really scared at this point, pleading with them to stop this
before it went too far. Well, this turned Paul on even more. He said that if
I would allow Beth to eat me, they might-just might, mind you-go easy on me.
What could I do? I was terrified at what they might do if I didn't play
along with them, and very reluctantly nodded my head.

I lay there sobbing as Beth started to pull down my mini skirt. I was
totally helpless. As Beth discovered my lack of under garments, she said to
Bob, "See? I told you she was a slut", and Paul got into the act with "Yeah,
she likes to dress like that. I don't particularly care for it, but what can
I do?" I couldn't believe it- Paul was lying his ass off. He had made me
dress this way. But I knew that they'd never believe me if I argued. Beth
now had my skirt off. Pulling none too gently on my pussy hair, she said to
Paul how much better I would looked shaved, and could they do it to me? Paul
grinned, and replied , "You know what? I would like that too." Well that was
it. I started freaking out, kicking and screaming, and Paul said if I didn't
calm down at once he would leave me here with them. Well, shock ran through
my body at his words . I couldn't believe he meant it. I knew if he left I
would be in much worse trouble, so I did my best to get under control again.
Paul chuckled, and said "good girl', and patted my head, just as if I were a
puppy. (I was going to get my fill of doggie treatment, I soon learned).
Beth twined her hands in my hair, and dragged me roughly to my feet.

"Come on, bitch," she grunted, "let's go up to the barber shop." Pointing to
my heels and blouse, she told me that I was to be naked as long as I was in
their house, "unless", she smirked, "we have something special for you to
wear." I looked imploringly at Paul, but he wasn't any help. He just told me
to go along with the gag. I undressed reluctantly, and handed my clothes to
Beth, who pushed me up the stairs and into the bathroom, the boys enjoying
the show as they followed along behind us. At Beth's command, I lay down in
the tub, while she gathered up the razor and shaving cream. Running her hand
through my bush (and pulling brutally), she said to Paul, "This is too thick
to cut all at once-it'll clog the razor. Run downstairs for me like a good
boy, and bring up the electric clippers from the other bathroom." Down he
went. That's another thing that I hated about Beth- she could always get
Paul to do what she wanted. Probably this whole "party" had been her
suggestion, I figured. As soon as Paul had left the room, Beth remarked to
Bob in a conspiratorial tone of voice, "Did you get that? If this bitch
pisses him off enough he'll leave her with us. Even if it's just for the
weekend, do you know what we could do with her?" What a ghastly thought!

Paul would never do that to me, I told myself. I was going to beg Paul to
take me home just as soon as he came back, but Beth was too cunning for me.
The moment Paul entered the room she cooed to him "Hey, wouldn't your bitch
look great with her clit pierced?" And that drove everything else out of my
mind. I started freaking out, really freaking out. Well, that was too much
for Paul. "I've had enough," he said. "I warned you, Ash I told you to calm
down and you haven't. I'm going downstairs to make a call, and to give you a
few minutes to think about your situation. If you want to apologize to us
and be good, then fine. If not, I'm out of here, and you're theirs for a
while. How long I don't know. At least for the night. "With that he ran down
the stairs.

End of part two

Beth grinned, and she quickly told Bob to cover my mouth as I lay there in the tub. He held me down and covered my mouth as Beth started removing her panties. "I can't have her ruining my plan," she whispered, "so we'll have to shut her up for the moment." She proceeded to shove her panties into my mouth, gagging me very effectively.

And speaking of gagging, the idea of having her underwear in my mouth just
about made me puke.

I then heard Paul yell up, "Well, Ash? Did you change your mind?" Beth just
giggled at my helplessness. I wanted more than anything in the world to say
I was sorry and get him to take me home. And Beth knew that. But I could say
nothing. Beth then yelled down, "Paul, she said fuck you. What should I do?"

Paul shouted, "Fuck her! I don't give a shit what you do with her. I'm out
of here." The door slammed.

I started sobbing uncontrollably. I knew what I was in for.(Part 3) sent As
it turned out, I didn't have even a fraction of an idea what I was in for.
First they shaved my pussy, but I had expected that. For some strange
reason, Beth saved the hairs carefully in an envelope. She teased me that it
was for a voodoo doll, but I knew that wasn't right. At least, I hoped it
wasn't. "And since I have the clippers handy", she said to Bob, "don't you
think that our little bitch should have her hair styled?" I struggled again,
but Bob was too strong for me, and I had to just sit there while Beth
clipped my hair.

All of it, down to about a quarter of an inch. She rubbed her hand over the
stubble, giggling at the tickling feeling. "That'll feel great, rubbing
across my pussy", she chuckled. "And it'll make it much easier to put our
collection of helmets on her. But don't worry, bitch," she reassured me. "If
it ever becomes really important, we have a big assortment of wigs that can
make you look like almost anything we like. But just now, we like it like
this." She laughed again, grinding her knuckles painfully into my scalp.
Beth was really turning on now. And it was clear that she gave the orders
here not that Bob minded carrying them out. At her command, he carried me
into the bed room, and held me down on the bed while she tied me spread
eagled on my back. All the while she was working with the knots, she kept
crowing about how stupid a bitch I was.

She told me that Paul had meant to let the "party" go only so far, maybe let
me French her, as an indication of my intention to be friends, but my stupid
fucking attitude changed all that. I should have kept my fucking mouth shut.
Well, maybe open it enough to give all hands a blow job. But she was not
complaining, she said. Now I was going to be their toy and slave for a
while. Maybe a long while, she grinned. She told me not to expect to enjoy
myself-that I should accept the idea that I was going to be raped many times
and maybe by lots of partners. "Partners", she said, emphasizing that they
wouldn't all be men. I couldn't say a thing, as my mouth was still full of
her disgusting panties.

And she knew how I felt about it; she asked me, oh so sweetly, if I liked
her taste. Well, I'd get used to it, she said. I knew damned well that no
matter how used to it I got, I'd never be able to stand it, but I was so
scared and humiliated and helpless I didn't know what to do. She then opened
a dresser drawer, and pulled out a box, and I could tell from the thud on
the desk that it was pretty heavy. Still wearing that saccharine smile, she
took out a dog collar and a leash, and held them up for my inspection. Well,
my first impression was that it certainly was conspicuous. Wide, made of
shiny black leather, and fitted with highly polished brass studs. On the
outside, that is. She went on to point out that there were studs on the
inside as well.

Pointed studs. The points were blunted, and wouldn't break my skin, but it
was obvious that they would be irritating at best, and maybe downright
painful. She buckled the collar around my neck, fastening the buckle with a
small padlock. And the studs really hurt, what with me lying down and all.
"This is a magic collar," she taunted. "Let me show you how it destroys your
will-power, and makes you our abject slave".

Taking something that looked like a TV remote control out of the box, she
pressed one of the buttons, and ...ZAP! "Ta-da!" she sang. "Magic. The magic
of electronics. All we did was take the guts out of a cattle prod, and fix
them up so the shock gets applied through the studs. It's turned on by this
remote, or by pressure on any one of these outside studs." She demonstrated,
and I screamed again.

"And the leash has a switch in it, too, to keep you under control when we go
walkies." She explained how the batteries were contained right in the collar
(that was one of the reasons that it was so heavy) and she was able to
control the intensity of the shock (more demonstration). And I was freaking.
Trying to move around, but there was no escape. Next, she said, I was going
to clean Bob's feet. As Bob happily removed his work boots and socks, she
released from my tied position and put the leash on me. Pulling me to the
floor, and again demonstrating the "magic" of the collar, she urged me
towards Bob, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. I could smell his
feet already, sweaty and smelly. I was going to gag but I managed to control
it, not knowing how I would be punished for something like vomiting all over
her floor. Probably they'd make me eat it.

Beth pulled me up to his toes and said "Start cleaning cunt. Do a good job
or be beaten". Then she laughed and said "Ah shit, you'll be beaten anyway
but you'll still do a good job, if you know what's good for you." Just as I
bent down to the loathsome task, the phone rang. Beth jumped to answer it,
calling to Bob to stuff the panties back into my mouth. "It's just about
time for Paul to be calling," she smirked. "Why don't you play with little
Ash's titties while I take care of him." Apparently she was right, but all I
heard was her side of the conversation, which consisted mainly of "yea, yea
yea yea no problem. Ok hold on let me see." She turned to me with that evil
grin, and said, "Paul wants to know if you're ready to be friends." And I
couldn't answer, of course. Then she picked up the phone again, and said,
quite truthfully, "She doesn't say a word, Paul. Just sits there and glares
at me. I think that she needs a little more persuasion. Yeah, maybe through
the weekend? OK, I'll see you tomorrow night then, at the bachelor party.
You remember that I'm in charge of the entertainment, and I've lined up a
stripper with an act that'll knock your eyes out. 'Bye now." After she hung
up, she actually did a little dance of joy. "Hey, Bob," she chortled. You
heard me tell him. The cunt is ours for the weekend. Now we really have a
prime act for your cousin's bachelor party.

And we won't have to pay her a cent. It'll take a bit of training to get her
ready in that time, though". With that she tugged the panties out of my
mouth and pulled the leash, dragging me back to Bob's feet. When I had
finished to his satisfaction, she pulled me over to herself.

"OK, now you can do it for me. And this time, you're going to lick between
the toes. Between the two big toes, that is. . ."Well, I finally finished
her off, although her legs just about broke my head with the spasm of her
orgasm. And then it was Bob's turn. "I know that you've wanted to get
something that she hasn't given Paul," Beth cooed, "but I'm afraid that
you'll have to be satisfied with blow jobs until we've had a chance to
stretch her asshole a little." And then they gave me an enema and put this
butt plug into me. It didn't hurt at all at first, although it felt
disgusting. But soon it started swelling up -I guess it was run by battery
or something. Anyway, I thought that I would be torn apart by the time I had
finished blowing Bob.(Part 4) I didn't really sleep well that night, I was
tied to the bed spread eagled on my back, with that fucking plug still
there. It didn't seem to be expanding so much any more; maybe it had already
done its job. But it still felt GROSS! I finally managed to fall into a
fitful sleep.

Beth woke me up at 6 the next morning, by biting my left nipple, hard. "Rise
and shine cunt, you have a big day ahead of you" she said. I couldn't
imagine what that meant. She untied me, put the leash back on me, and led me
downstairs like a dog, on all fours. I was starving and knew if I wanted to
eat I better do as I was told. So she walked me down to where Bob was
already preparing something -- something that apparently was to be my
breakfast. It was put in a small bowl and laid out on the floor like a dog's
food. Beth said "Eat up, cunt, or starve; we really don't care which." They
shoved my head into the bowl and it was exactly what I was afraid of, dog
food. They laughed very hard at my disgust, and then Beth said, "If it isn't
to your taste, bitch, I can sweeten it up a bit for you." She picked up the
bowl and held it between her legs, as if she was going to piss in it, and I
got the idea, and ate.

After breakfast was over, Beth pulled my leash and dragged me to the other
room where she sat on the sofa with me on the floor at her feet. Bob pulled
up a footstool, and sat beside me, playing with my tits the whole time.

Beth then told me what they had planned for my day. First they would be
taking a number of pictures of me for insurance purposes, so that I could
never ever turn on them when and IF they ever let me go. They knew that my
father's career in the small town that I came from depended on his image as
a staunch defender of family values, and that any scandal touching his
daughter would ruin him. Then I was going to be taken to the mall to have
some sexy outfits purchased for me to wear tonight. She said not to worry
about the fact that they had ripped up my clothing last night. She had some
slutty outfits to take me to the mall in. And not to worry about my friends
from college recognizing me. They would never guess that the bitch with the
buzz cut hairdo and the "indecent" clothes I would be wearing was the demure
little Ashley that they knew. Just to prove it, she said, she'd make a point
of introducing her new "slavegirl" to any of my friends that we happened to
run into. And then she reminded me that Bob's cousin was getting married
next weekend, that the bachelor party was tonight and that I would be the
entertainment. I pleaded with her, but Beth just laughed, slapped my face,
and told me to shut up and listen. She said to face it I had no say in it.

There would be about 30 people, she pointed out, and all of them were
friends of mine from college. They'd really get a kick out of seeing me
naked; and even if they didn't recognize me, I would know who they were. And
if I didn't shape up and stop crying, she'd make sure that they DID know who
I was. For at least the rest of the weekend, she pointed out, I was theirs
to do with as they pleased and this was what pleased them. She said I would
do whatever I was told to do that night or not only would I be punished in
front of all the men there but they would be invited to take a hand in the
punishment, too ere is Ashley's Torments the continuation.... done by me Ashley, please

let me know what you think at ashleyjacobs20@hotmail.com and I hope you all
enjoy

I spent the first few hours of the morning posing reluctantly for snapshots.
The kind that Beth liked, and they were pretty disgusting. That was the
whole idea, she said. Bob got called in to work unexpectedly, so that meant
that Beth had me all to herself. As soon as Bob walked out the door, she
kept tugging on my leash hard and saying, "Good, that means no witnesses."
She was really starting to scare me.

I was almost glad we were going to the mall---I had to get out of that
house. She suited me up with her sluttiest outfit. She handed me a T-shirt
that was two sizes too small and when it stretched over my nipples, it
rubbed the fabric hard against them. The shirt didn't even come down to my
waist, it just barely reached my navel.

Then Beth pulled out this latex mini-skirt with threads on the side. She
laced it up and from the side, you could my skin all the way from my toes to
the bottom of my shirt. Finally, she came back from her closet with a pair
of 6 inch black high heels. "You better get used to high heels. It's the
only kind you'll wear from now on," Beth warned me.

She gave me a slap on my ass. "On all fours, my little pet. Time to go
walkies." The drive to the mall was intense for me. I was sitting in the
backseat with this huge collar and a leash, and we were driving to a mall
where my friends hung out. I knew we would run into someone.

I asked if I could please walk in without the leash on. Beth laughed. "No,
you will keep the leash on, Ashley. But I don't want you to slow us up
forever, so I will let you walk with me. And remember, walk two steps behind
me."

The walk through the parking lot wasn't too bad. Most people were a good
distance away and they were minding their own business. But when we entered
the cool air conditioned mall, that's when the staring started.

There I was, collared, being led on a leash, with my high heels
click-clacking along the slick tile floor. I could see a thousand eyes
looking at me; I could feel the weight of their whispers on my body.

Even the security guards, who I thought might come to my rescue, just
pointed and laughed. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. But I knew that the
second I did anything stupid, Beth was going to zap me again with the remote
control.

"Let's go in to Victoria's Secret, my little slut, and see what we can
find." Beth led me in and all three of the sales girls dropped their jaws at
once.

"C, can, can I help you ladies?" One finally asked, approaching Beth but
staring only at my slutty outfit.

"Yes, my slave here needs to try on some skimpy outfits. We're having a
bachelor party tonight and she's the main attraction. "

The salesgirl, Robin, came up with an assortment of lingerie and Beth was
pleased. "The fitting room is right over to your le----"

"Oh, my pet would much rather try them on out here so you girls can judge
how they look. Isn't that right, Ashley?"

Beth jingled the remote and I reluctantly lowered my head and quietly said,
"Yes."

Beth told me to take off my clothes right there the sales-floor. She handed
me the lingerie and I began to model for the clerks and the customers who
were gathering around to see the growing commotion.

The crowds kept getting bigger around me as Beth had me take off and put on
various see- through lacy underwear. When I dressed too slowly, she would
gently zap the remote and I would feel the electricity pass painfully
through my neck. Finally, Beth decided on her purchase and she led me out of
that crowded store.

Part Six

"I'm hungry, I want to go to the food court. Come on." And Beth jerked
harshly on my collar. It was almost noon time and the food area was full.
Beth and I stood in line at the Chinese place and then she found a table
almost in the center of the whole court. Instinctively, I pulled out a chair
and them---ZAP! "No way. You will kneel down next to me, and I'll feed you
myself," Beth commanded. I had been totally naked in front of tens of
strangers at Victoria's Secrets, yet somehow, this fucking kneeling down to
be fed felt even more humiliating.

Beth took her chopsticks and leaned some noodles down to my mouth, I was
starved for real food so I greedily accepted the Chinese. She patted my
buzz-cut head. "Good, puppy." Again, people everywhere were staring at me,
but I was so hungry and thirsty that it didn't matter as much. Finally, Beth
was full (even though I wasn't) and she led me into the nearest bathroom. It
was full too, and Beth was getting impatient waiting in line for a stall.
"Kneel down, pet. I can't wait any longer." "What, are you kidding me, I'm
not going t----" ZAP! ZAP! "Yes, you will kneel down on this dirty bathroom
floor and you will like it, Ash." Slowly, reluctantly, I got down on my
knees with my hands behind my back. I was starting to shake because I sensed
what was coming next, and it was making me sick to my stomach.

"Open your mouth wide, lean your head back. Remember, if you don't I can
turn up the intensity of the brass studs. Either way, I'm using you as my
toilet, like it or not." I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I noted
that several heads were now turned in our direction. "Oh my God," one of
them gasped, "Would you look at that." Beth lowered her skirt and her
panties and positioned her pussy right over my open mouth.

Then, she started filling my mouth up with her piss. I tried at first to
hold, not to swallow it, but then she poked me in the stomach with her hand
and I choked a mouthful down.

"Swallow it, or else Mr. Electricity visits your body again." I swallowed
and swallowed and she kept on pissing in me. When she was finished, I
started to gag and my reflexes almost threw up. But I knew if I did, then
Beth would force me to lick all the piss up from the bathroom floor.

Beth just smiled as I struggled to get off the floor. She just pulled on my
leash harder and walked me out the door. "If you think piss is disgusting,
then I can't wait to see your face at the bachelor party." We drove home and
Beth taunted me the whole time how fun it was to humiliate me in front of so
many people. She went on to tell me how lucky I should feel to have not run
into anyone I knew.

Maybe tomorrow we will go to a mall closer to home she giggled. Beth pulled
into her drive way and said out bitch. Bobs car was there and as we walked
in she was coming to the door. Where were you guys he said. Beth said out
getting clothes for tomorrow. Bob said great get this, when Chris told the
others of the entertainment the number of people coming doubled. There are
17 guys coming now and 3 girls. You believe that shit. Beth said oh it will
be a fun evening. Well at least for us.

The following day came quickly and I was awoken to the sound of Beth untying
me from my spread eagle naked position on the bed. Wake up cunt, its your
big day. Your coming out party ort to speak. I cried please Beth please
don't go through with this. Call Paul tell him how sorry I am. Beth just
laughed honey there is no Paul now. There is us and your ours till we tire
of you. If your a good little twat we will release you in a few days. If not
we sell you. Its up to you. Beth left the room and I laid there crying my
eyes out. I couldn't believe the position I was in. Just then the door blew
open and bob stood there with two guys I didn't know. I was sitting there
totally nude. The first guy Steve shouted holy shit bob. She is fucking
gorgeous. The other guy says oh come on this is a joke. Bob says "nope no
joke, now were letting you two in on the truth everyone else will think she
wants whats happening to her. I mean its hard to convice 17 people to rape
and torture this girl.

But when they think we hired her and she is willing and enjoying, well thats
a different story all together."

Steve approached me and put his hand on my leg, I jumped back and he slapped
me. I didn't say move bitch. Steve turned around and looked at bob for
approval of his actions. Bob said Steve buddy don't look for my OK. Your my
best friend what's mine is yours. Do as you please.

Peter the other guy looked upset thinking he didn't get the same
opportunity, beings he was Steve's friend more so then bobs. Bob looked at
him and said were all friends here Pete have a blast.

Pete's eyes lit up. He walked towards me and pushed me on my back. He
whispered in my ear how he always wanted to rape the pretty cheerleader
type. Problem was it was hard to find a girl he could abuse to his liking
without worry of getting in trouble. Pete hissed to me how that would no
longer be a factor. Bob said Pete would you like a few minutes alone with
our girl. Pete said god yes. Bob said Steve we can go grab something to eat
and talk to Beth downstairs, have fun Pete.

Pete watched as they closed the door and he turned to me and said lay down
cunt bitch. I want you to lay down and spread your legs now. I knew I had
little choice but I was dammed if I was going to go along with any of these
fucks. It mattered not though, he pushed me down on my back and grabbed my
bare feet and pulled them apart. He said now I am going to fulfill one of my
biggest fantasies. I always dreamt of spanking a girls cunt like one would
spank an ass. I shook my head no no no please I will do anything. He said
you will anyway bitch. Now your going to count each hit out load. With that
he open handed my cunt for the first of many blows, having me count out each
and everyone. He then got up and pulled me to the end of the bed and said
raise your legs in the air while I spank it.

You looked to happy and comfortable for my liking. My bitches don't get
comfort. You think I am bad wait till the bachelor party. The invites (he
laughed to himself as he told me this) say your into extreme torture and
humiliation. Much pain required and no hold bar. Sans cutting off your body
parts permanently of course. He said cunt you are in for one hell of a
night. Raped and tortured by a room full of people. What a stupid little
slut you are.........

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