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Collected by Djian
updated dec 12 - 2008

Another story by Vulgus
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MF, mf, Mf, mF, ff, Ff, Mult, Blackmail, Heterosexual, Fantasy, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Male Dom, Humiliation, Gang Bang, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bestiality, Water Sports, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

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Sometimes Life is not a Bowl of Cherries
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

1

I'm not even quite sure where to start explaining. I wasn't involved in the beginning. It began when my mother made a terrible mistake. I found out about all of this second hand, of course. But I think I have the story straight.

School had just started back in the fall. My brother and I are both attending Benedict Arnold High School. I'm a sophomore. My brother is in the eighth grade. He stayed back a year and attends the intermediate school that is located with the high school.

My father works for an investment firm and my mother works for a Real Estate broker in town. She isn't an agent. She's the office manager.

I don't know how much money they make. We are living pretty well, I guess. We have a nice house and nice cars and all the usual toys. We aren't rich by any means. But when we need anything, or want anything within reason we get it.

Over the summer I worked as a stocker and then as a cashier at a local supermarket. I just turned sixteen and I was focused on getting a car. My parents agreed to match any amount that I put up towards the purchase of my first car. They would put me on their insurance. But I had to pay the cost of taxes and tags. It couldn't be a junker though. It had to be a safe car and dad had to approve the purchase.

Things started to go to hell shortly after a hit and run accident in the parking lot of the building where my mother works. It affected me because, as I learned to my horror a few days later, my mother was the hit and run driver.

She had been leaving the office and was driving much too fast through the parking lot. A kid walked out from between two parked cars and she slammed into him with the right front fender and headlight of her car. She slammed on the brakes, but then she looked around and didn't see anyone so she panicked and took off. I know all of that because I saw the surveillance tape from the camera that was pointed right at her when all that happened.

The reason I saw the tape is that Cody made a copy of it for me. He didn't do it out of the kindness of his heart. Cody is a classmate of mine. His father owns the real estate firm where my mother works. He has always talked down to me because my mother works for his father. For him, that was what determined our relationship. Or at least it did until I started growing boobs. He treated me like crap for years until I started looking like a girl. Then he tried to ask me out. I was not polite when I turned him down and he wasn't happy about it.

My relationship with Cody was less than cordial after that. If he spoke to me at all it was to put me down or call me names. He was not a nice person in the best of times. Now that he held a grudge he made my life unpleasant whenever he got the opportunity. And he frequently went out of his way to create the opportunity.

Anyway, back to the story. Mom hit this kid and panicked. If she had just stopped the car and gotten out it would have been okay. She might have gotten a ticket for driving too fast. But probably not, since she was in a parking lot with no posted speed limit. She took off, leaving the kid lying on the ground unconscious.

As luck would have it, there was only one witness to the accident. That asshole Cody! He was working a couple of days a week for his father to make some extra money and he saw the whole thing. He ran to the little room with the surveillance equipment and replaced the tape with a fresh one. His original intention was to happily give the evidence of my mother's crime to the police when they showed up.

But before he got the chance to do the right thing he had a sudden inspiration. He took the fresh tape out of the machine and pulled a few inches of the tape out. He stuck it back in the machine and pushed record and watched it get all wrapped up in the machine. It would look like whoever had changed the tape in the morning put in a defective tape and didn't notice.

That wasn't enough for Cody though. More about that later.

Mom raced home and put the car in the garage. I wasn't home. My brother, Andy, was up in his room and didn't even know she was home. When my dad got home about an hour later, mom was sitting at the kitchen table crying. It took him a while. But he finally got the story out of her. Then, instead of doing the right thing, he compounded the error.

Half of the local news on television that night was about the accident. The kid was in the hospital. His injuries were serious, but not life threatening. The police were asking for anyone who might have seen anything to come forward.

Andy and I both noticed that our parents were skittish. A couple of times it looked like mom was crying. When I said something she nervously replied that she felt bad for the boy.

The next morning was Friday. Mom went to work as usual. Andy and I went to school. Dad called in sick. We didn't even notice that mom took his car to work. We wouldn't have thought anything of it if we had. We would just have assumed that he was taking her car in for service or something.

That evening, dad didn't come home. Mom explained that he had to go out of town overnight on business. It would come out later that he had taken mom's car to a body shop across the state line, almost two hundred miles away, and given a disreputable old man three times the going rate to repair it overnight.

What he didn't know was that Cody had been playing detective. He had skipped school and followed dad to the body shop. After dad dropped off the car and got a room in a local motel, Cody made the shop owner an offer he couldn't refuse. He bought the damaged parts from my mother's car for a lot of cash and something else he really wanted. I'll explain that later, too. Sorry, I'm just trying to keep this all in order.

When he returned home that evening, Cody had the damaged car parts under a blanket in the back of his SUV. He had the name of the motel where my father spent the night. He had the videotape recording of the accident. He had all he needed to blackmail my parents. The problem was, he had more money than my parents did. His father spoiled him rotten. It wasn't my parents that he wanted to blackmail.

My life came crashing down around my ears that same night. Cody obtained my email address from a mutual friend. He sent me a clip from the videotape and pictures of the car parts under a blanket in the back of his luxury SUV. He had all he needed to put both of my parents in jail. We would lose everything!

I watched that video clip over and over. At first I was sure that he had altered it in some way. Unfortunately, it was remarkably clear for a surveillance tape. I even saw the panic on my mother's face when she realized what she had done, just before she sped away. But more than that, I remembered how distraught my parents were last night and this morning. They insisted that nothing was wrong. But something obviously was very wrong. It had been pretty scary.

It would have been bad enough that my mother was a hit and run driver. But then my father became involved in the cover-up. Cody laid it all out for me in his email. Then he told me that if I didn't want my parents to go to jail and never work again, and if I didn't want my brother and me to be split up and put in foster homes, I would meet him at his house tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning.

I was terrified. I was terrified about several things. I didn't want my parents to go to jail. I didn't want us to lose everything we owned. I didn't want to live in a foster home and be a charity case. All of those things were very real possibilities. And I was terrified because I knew that Cody was still very mad at me and he was an arrogant little prick who had always been very vindictive. He was a bully and he was spoiled rotten. If I went to his house tomorrow he would no doubt make my life a living hell.

If I didn't, I didn't doubt for a second that he would see to it that my family would lose everything and my parents would go to jail.

I was upset on several levels. I was disappointed with my mother for not doing the right thing at the time of the accident. I was disappointed with my father for covering up for her. I understood why they did what they did. But they had always taught Andy and me the importance of doing the right thing, even when it hurts.

I sat at my computer for the longest time, staring at a picture of car parts in the back of Cody's SUV. I am smart enough to realize what he wants from me. He wants to humiliate me. He wants sex. He might hate me for the way I put him down when he asked me out. But he never really liked or respected me anyway. He always looked down on me because my mother worked for his father.

He may hate me, but he still wants me. I think the main reason he is so focused on having me is because he hasn't been able to. He wants what he cannot have. Or he could not have. It looks like he is going to get what he wants now.

Thanks to five years of competitive gymnastics I was no longer encumbered by a hymen. Those splits took care of that. I am still a virgin. But everyone is going to have to take my word for it. The physical evidence is gone. I started coming home from the gym with spotting in my underwear. When it kept happening I went to my mother. She took me to our doctor and he explained what was happening and assured us that it was a common occurrence among girls who were involved in gymnastics.

I had been involved in gymnastics between the ages of eight and twelve. When I was about twelve and a half I suffered a major puberty attack and my boobs started coming in big time. They never grew to Playboy dimensions. I am sixteen now and I just barely fit into a C cup. But I have always been very slender and they look a lot bigger than they are.

By the time I was thirteen my boobs were becoming a problem in my gymnastics class. I had to give it up, the class, not the boobs. I wasn't all that upset about it. It was very time consuming and I was developing other interests. I was glad I had devoted the time to it that I had, though. I was in great shape and very limber.

I thought about the lengths to which Cody had gone to accumulate evidence against my parents. I thought about the expense. He didn't tell me what he paid for the parts that came off of my mother's car. But he hinted that it had been expensive. He didn't want me to come to his house tomorrow just so that he could ... god, I can't even think it! He wasn't just going to make me do what he wanted to do, and then it would be over. He had something long term in mind and I knew it.

But could I do the things he wanted me to do? Cody was a pretty good looking guy. But he was repulsive on the inside. I hated him. He was a bully. He was cruel as a way of life. He would not make this easy for me. He was going to want to humiliate me to repay me for the humiliating way that I had turned him down when he asked me out. I knew it.

I thought about going to my parents, showing them his email. But he had warned me that if I did he would give everything to the police. Could I live with that? My family would be destroyed. Even if my parents didn't go to jail, we would lose everything by the time it was all over.

I didn't answer his email. He hadn't requested an answer. He had simply demanded that I go to his house tomorrow or life as I knew it would end. I turned my monitor off and changed into my pajamas. I sat on the edge of my bed staring at nothing for a long time. I'm not sure if I was trying to figure out what to do. It was pretty cut and dried. I either went to his house or I didn't. I already knew what would happen if I didn't and I was pretty certain that I couldn't live with that.

I had a good idea what was going to happen if I went to his house tomorrow too. Or I thought that I did. I didn't know exactly. I knew it was going to be about sex. I've never had sex. I've never been naked with a boy, or even been touched through my clothing by a member of the opposite sex. Well, I used to take baths with my little brother until I was about four. I don't think that counts.

I have seen pictures of men naked. My best friend's older sister had a secret stash of Playgirl Magazines and we wore those things out! Unlike some girls I know, I think naked guys are sexy. I haven't seen one up close and personal yet. But I'm looking forward to it. Just not with Cody! God, it gives me the shivers to even think about it.

What makes it even worse is that I know it isn't going to be a onetime thing. I wasn't going to go there tomorrow, let him have sex with me and it would be over. He wouldn't have gone to all of that trouble and all of that expense if it was going to be over that quick. If I went to his house tomorrow, I had to be prepared to be his virtual slave for as long as he wanted me.

I had pretty much made up my mind that I was going. I had no choice. But damn! I wasn't sure I could actually do it. I was shaking just thinking about it. This wasn't going to be easy.

I finally got in bed and turned out my light. But it was a long damn time before I went to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had to do tomorrow. I couldn't even picture myself doing those things in my mind. Not like that. Not with him. I couldn't see myself going to his house and letting him see me naked and letting him have sex with me. But I knew that I was going to. The alternative was unthinkable.

I did finally get to sleep that night. But it was a troubled sleep. I didn't sleep well and I woke up earlier than usual. I stayed in bed for a few minutes and tried not to think about what I had to do today. But I was too antsy to relax, and I had to go to the bathroom anyway. So I got up and went in and took a shower.

I got dressed, with a lot more thought than I normally put into what I'm going to wear on a Saturday morning. I didn't want to wear anything sexy. There wasn't a chance in hell that I was wrong about what Cody wanted from me. But I didn't want to give him the idea that I was anything other than an unwilling participant. I wore my most conservative underwear, a pair of jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt.

I had never gotten dressed before with the idea that I would be undressing for a boy. I had imagined that it would happen before much longer. I just didn't picture it like this. I kept getting cold chills down my spine when I thought about what I was going to have to do today. Today, and for however long he wanted to drag this out.

I am normally a pretty confident person. I think that all of the time I spent in the gym had a lot to do with that. And my parents had always been good about building self esteem in me and my brother.

But my confidence was slipping fast as the morning seemed to fly by. My mind kept playing with a word. Submit. The very concept was abhorrent to me. The idea of submitting to anyone turned my stomach. But that was what I was going to have to do. Submit. I was going to go to Cody's house this morning and I was going to let him do anything that he wanted to me.

I was going to submit. I couldn't get that concept out of my mind. I felt like I was going to vomit. I had to get my mind off of what I was going to do. Yeah! Right! That was going to happen.

I went back to my room after going downstairs. I realized that I couldn't eat breakfast. I was too scared. I checked my email again. I deleted some spam. I answered a few emails from friends. But there was nothing more from Cody.

I seemed to be checking the time every two minutes. I waited until the last possible minute to leave the house. Cody only lived two blocks away. I didn't bother to take my purse. I put my house key in my pocket and said goodbye to my mom through her bedroom door. She hadn't left her room since early yesterday evening. She mumbled something when I told her I was going out. She didn't even ask where I was going or when I intended to return.

Andy had already gone out to hang out with his friends. I walked out of the house and locked the front door. I turned and headed up the street, feeling much like I imagined a condemned man must feel as he walked towards the gallows.

I walked to Cody's house and stood at the end of the sidewalk, staring nervously at his front door. He lived with his father. His mother had left a long time ago and was apparently smart enough to realize that her kid was not a nice person. For whatever reason, his dad had gotten custody.

I knew his father would be at work today. My mother was normally off on Saturdays. But the office was open and Cody's father worked all day. So Cody was home alone.

I took a deep breath and struggled to remain calm. I didn't want that son of a bitch to know how hard this was for me. I would do whatever it was I had to do. But I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, or making me beg. I am a stronger person than that ... I hope.

I had the feeling the asshole was watching me. I walked deliberately up to the front door and rang the bell. He made me wait for what seemed like a long time. But that was alright with me. I was in no hurry to go through that door.

He finally opened the front door and leered at me. I mean it. He honest to god leered at me. His eyes crawled over my body without pretense. I could tell from his expression that he didn't approve of the way I had dressed. I took some satisfaction in that.

He finally opened the storm door and asked, "Is your dad back from Monroe yet?"

That was where dad took mom's car to get the body work done.

I shook my head, not ready to trust my voice. I was afraid it would tremble. I didn't want to sound weak. I was afraid of giving him any more power over me than he already had.

He stepped back and let me in. He was wearing an unbuttoned sport shirt and swimming trunks. I couldn't stand the creepy bastard. But there was no denying that he was in good shape. He had a very athletic build. With that and his handsome face he could have been a real catch, if he wasn't so mental. I don't mean he was crazy or anything. He was just not a nice person. He was an arrogant bully. He was repulsive on the inside.

I stood just inside the door while he closed it behind me. Suddenly I felt very shaky. It was happening now. It was no longer an abstract idea. I was about to do it. I was about to submit.

I could feel that my face was red. But there was nothing I could do about that. Maybe he would think it was just from anger. I was certainly mad at him. If he even noticed he didn't care. He looked me over again with that arrogant look that he reserves for everyone at school that he considers to be beneath him. That's pretty much everyone.

He shook his head and said, "I don't care much for the way you're dressed. I'll give you some guidelines before you leave. I probably should have been more specific when I ordered you to come here this morning. I forgot how stupid you were."

I bit my tongue. Anything I could say would only make things worse for me. I was no genius. But I was an A-B student and had been since I started school. In most classes I finished ahead of his sorry ass. But there was no sense antagonizing him. I just stood there silently, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. We both knew the truth of the matter.

He said, "Come on," and led me through the house to his backyard. I knew that he had a pool. My parents had been here a couple of times for parties with his father and some friends from the office. My parents had mentioned the pool. I was impressed though. It was a very large, very attractive free form pool. The patio that surrounded it took up most of the backyard. The patio furniture was obviously expensive. Mr. Edwards had spared no expense.

I followed him to the patio table on a separate, raised portion of the deck. It had an awning over it and it was nicer there in the shade. He sat down and I started to join him at the table.

He frowned at me and barked, "I didn't say you could sit down, bitch!"

That pretty much set the tone for the day.

I almost let him have it then. I had to do what he said. We both knew it. We both understood that I had come here to, god I hate to say it, to submit to him. But there was no call for him to talk to me that way!

But I looked at his face and I could see that he was daring me to tell him off. I think that he was disappointed when I kept my mouth shut and remained standing in front of him.

His arrogant grin quickly returned to his face. He said, "It's killing you, isn't it? You want to tell me off so fucking bad! But you can't and it's twisting your guts. It's going to get worse, bitch. First, I'm going to ask you a question. After you answer it we can get started. Are you a virgin?"

Well, there it was. Any doubt about why I was here was gone. I nodded, but then I explained about my hymen. Once again he looked disappointed. Probably because it was a missed opportunity to cause me pain.

But he didn't comment. He paused for a moment and then he said, "I'm going to spell it all out for you, Carin. You already know that your ass belongs to me now. You wouldn't be here if there was any question about that. So I don't want any shit out of you. I am going to make you do things and you are going to hate it. That's just fine with me. I'm going to enjoy it that much more because you are going to hate it. You can put an end to this any time you want. All you have to do is tell me it's all over, or just leave. When you do, I'll deliver the information that I have to the police. The only reason that I haven't already done that is because I knew that I had this option. I'll keep talking. I want you to get undressed while I explain what you are getting into."

I knew it was going to come to this. But Christ! I was so scared that my hands were shaking! He watched me while I slipped my sandals off and then reached for the bottom of my t-shirt. I felt my face burning. I knew that I was probably beet red. But I had already made up my mind that I was going to do this. I lifted my shirt off in as bland a manner as possible. I didn't want to look sexy. And I didn't want to look any more embarrassed than I could help.

I know. That sounds stupid. How can a girl undress in front of a boy and not have it be sexy? And how can I undress in front of boy for the first time, a boy I can't stand, and not be embarrassed. But still, it didn't hurt to have goals.

I couldn't look him in the face any longer. I stared off into space and began to unbutton my jeans. I felt his eyes, watching me like a hawk. But he had enough presence of mind to return to his narrative. I had the impression that he had written out what he was going to say to me this morning and memorized it.

He said, "You probably think that you came over here so I could fuck you this morning. I am going to fuck you. But it's not going to be just this morning. I imagine that you figured that out when you read my email. What you probably didn't consider is that isn't going to be just me. You are going to fuck anyone and everyone that I order you to fuck."

When he said that I almost dropped to my knees! I almost fainted! He was right. That was a possibility that I had not considered. I stopped with my jeans unbuttoned and my zipper down. I glanced at him. His eyes moved back and forth between my face and my partially exposed panties. He enjoyed my shocked reaction. I could plainly see how amused he was. He probably got nearly as big a charge out of my obvious distress as he was getting from watching me undress.

He gave me a chance to speak, or do something to give him an indication of whether or not I was prepared to continue to submit, in light of his latest revelation. But the simple truth was that nothing else had changed. My parents were still guilty of the crimes they had just committed and I still didn't want them to go to jail.

I took another deep breath and forced myself to calm down, as much as I could anyway. I spread my jeans open and began to slide them down over my hips.

He continued his explanation of my new status as a sex slave. "It isn't going to be all fucking. I'm going to see to it that you become an expert cocksucker. And even when you aren't having sex with me and anyone else I want you to have sex with, you are still going to entertain me. One of the ways that you are going to entertain me is by dressing in much sexier clothes. From now on, you only wear miniskirts. I mean that Carin. At school, at work, shopping, anywhere you go from now on, you wear a miniskirt. If they aren't short enough to amuse me then I am going to adjust them until they are. I know that you have to wear underwear to school because of the dress code. But as soon as the last bell rings you take them off. If I catch you wearing underwear outside of school I'll make you regret it. I don't want you wearing any blouse that I can't see your bra through, and your tits once you take your bra off. I am going to go out of my way to humiliate you, because it gives me a hard on just thinking about it. I'm going to humiliate you in front of my friends and your friends and complete strangers of all ages."

I managed to step out of my jeans by this time. But his description of what he had planned for me was far worse than I had anticipated and I wasn't sure that I could do the things that he was going to require of me.

I stood before him now in my bra and panties. But I was having second thoughts now. I think that I could have handled coming over here when I had to and letting this horny bastard rape me on demand. But the scenario he was laying out for me, I'm not sure that I can handle that. Not even if I try.

It was at this point that I was on the verge of either getting dressed again, or at least pleading with him to be reasonable. I mean, Jesus! All I did was turn him down when he asked me out! Okay, maybe I could have been a little less snarky about it. I could have done it without humiliating him in front of my friends. But the things he was saying, the plans he had for me, that was fucking medieval! He didn't want to own me. He wanted to destroy me!

I had let my mind wander for a minute. I came back to the present and saw him staring at me and grinning. He could see that I was having second thoughts. He was being true to his word, though. He was leaving it up to me. He didn't try to convince me to keep going. I felt free to leave. But if I did that, if I left, I destroyed my family. This way only my life was destroyed.

I decided in favor of staying when I realized that I would graduate in three years and leave for college. If he didn't tire of me before then I would be free of him when I went to college. Three years. My parents would probably get more jail time than that. I had to do it. I didn't know where I was going to get the strength. But I had no choice.

I reached behind my back. I struggled with the catch on my bra. This was even harder than I thought it would be. And I thought it was going to be pretty damned hard.

I guess that Cody was finished laying out my future as his sex slave. He sat in silence now and watched as I struggled to unhook my bra. It finally came loose and I held it in place for a moment. It just wasn't fair that this asshole was going to be the first boy to see me naked.

I felt a shiver run through my body as I bared my breasts to a boy for the first time. There are not enough synonyms for horrible to describe my situation. But even so, I couldn't help feeling just a little thrill run through me as I lowered my bra. I had no idea that my first time would be anything like this. Like most girls, I daydreamed about my first time being with a boy that I was madly in love with after an hour or two of kissing and hugging and touching. Not this ... this rape.

I dropped my bra on the growing pile of clothing at my feet. I felt a sudden urge to burst into tears. But I refused to give into it. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and gathered all the strength I had left. I pushed my underwear down to my knees and let them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

I stood naked now. I fought the urge to cover myself with my hands. It would have been silly and I knew it.

I didn't want to look at Cody. But I couldn't help it. I had to see his reaction. I saw that he had several reactions. He obviously appreciated my naked body. He was, after all, a horny teenage boy. He also enjoyed the power he had over me. It was obvious in his arrogant expression. I could not overlook another obvious reaction. There was a very large bulge in his trunks!

Cody stood up and came closer. I gasped when his hand closed over my breast and squeezed it gently before he grasped my already erect nipple between his thumb and his forefinger and squeezed. I felt an electric shock shoot through my body! When he squeezed my nipple I actually felt the pressure on my clit! I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning!

I didn't hide my reaction all that well. I saw in his eyes that he knew he was having an effect on me. His fingers released my nipple and he let his hand glide down over my stomach to my neatly trimmed patch of light blonde pubic hair. He ran his fingers through it for a few seconds and then he grinned and said, "This will have to go. I like my cunts bald."

I felt his fingers dip down and slide through the tight slit between my legs and it was all I could do to remain standing. No matter how much I hated this son of a bitch, damn that was exciting!

But it made me furious that I couldn't hide it from him! I had no desire to contribute to the power he had over me. Or feed his arrogance.

He walked around behind me and ran his hands over my ass. Once again, gently squeezing and probing the most intimate parts of my body freely. He stepped closer and I felt that swelling in his trunks come to rest in the cleft between the cheeks of my ass. He kept one hand on my ass and reached around me. He cupped my right breast and leaned down and kissed the side of my neck.

I felt like a prostitute. I suppose I was in a way. I was allowing someone I couldn't stand to use me as a sexual plaything in exchange for something. But that something was my life and the lives of my family. Or at least I was doing this in exchange for my family's lives. It appeared that for the next three years my life was no longer my own.

So why did the things this troll was doing effect me the way that they were?!

He pressed up against me from behind and brought his other hand around. He cupped and gently massaged both of my breasts and his hard cock pressed more firmly against my butt. We remained like that while he kissed my ear and my neck and teased me with his tongue. I couldn't help thinking how nice those sensations were, and how wonderful it would have been with a boy that I liked.

The spell was quickly broken. I was almost relieved when he stepped back and turned me around. He looked me over quickly and then took my hand and pulled me over to the patio table.

He pushed me down to my knees on the wooden deck and ordered me to remove his trunks. I had been very nervous about undressing in front of him. I suddenly realized that I was even more nervous about undressing him, especially with that large bulge in the front of his trunks only inches from my face.

But I had come too far to back out now. I gripped the waistband of his trunks and started pulling them down slowly. I averted my eyes. But that didn't work out too well. His waistband caught on his erect cock and I had to pull his trunks back up and out and then down. I suppose it was obvious to him that I was not in the habit of undressing boys.

I couldn't avoid seeing his cock. It seemed very large and very threatening. It didn't help that it was throbbing wildly right in my face. I noticed that every time it bobbed up and down it excreted a small amount of a clear fluid. I knew about it. I knew what it was. I knew that it was basically the same stuff that my pussy produced when I got turned on. But still, it was just the idea that it was a fluid that was coming from the end of a guys cock! It gave me the creeps.

I heard a strange noise and I looked up to see Cody pointing a digital camera at my face. He clicked away, taking pictures of me in the nude and, worse yet, uncovering his hard cock right in my face.

I screamed and started to pull back. I didn't even see him move. But suddenly his hand whipped out and slapped my face so hard that I saw stars. I screamed again and held my hand to my cheek. I looked up at him in shock.

He just grinned and said, "Don't you ever do that again, bitch. You fucking belong to me! You don't ever refuse an order from me. I don't care what it is. We have already been over the rules. The next time you try to pull away from me you might just as well get dressed and go home. I told you I wouldn't put up with any shit from you and I wasn't dickin' around!"

I rubbed my cheek and tried not to let the hate show in my eyes. I didn't look up. I just nodded and whispered, "Sorry."

He said, "Not yet you aren't, you stupid cunt. But if you do that again you will be. Now I want a couple of nice pictures of you licking my cock clean before you start sucking it. NOW!"

I jumped at his threatening tone. But I put my hand down and leaned forward until my lips were a fraction of an inch from his cock. I stuck out my tongue and tried to lick the head of his cock but as soon as my tongue touched it, it throbbed once more and bobbed up and away from me. It quickly fell back into place, almost hitting me in the face.

Cody sneered and said, "Put your hand around it, stupid! Hold it still. Then lick it all over like an ice cream cone."

I reached up and gingerly held his cock in place with my thumb and two fingers. It still bobbed around, but it stayed pretty much in place. I tried again. I stuck out my tongue and lightly ran it over the head of his slime covered cock. I shuddered in revulsion. But I quickly realized that there was almost no taste to it at all. What he was making me do was repugnant. But I guess it was something I could stand. I knew it was going to get worse.

I became aware of that damned camera again. At times it was right in my face as he took picture after humiliating picture while I licked his cock. I was more afraid of those pictures and what he was going to do with them than I was of what he was making me do to his cock. I somehow knew that he would be showing them to his friends. I just prayed he wouldn't post them on the internet where they could be a problem to me for the rest of my life.

I continued licking until his cock was clean. It was humiliating. And that fucking camera ... I wanted to jerk it out of his hands and shove it up his god damned ass! But I kept reminding myself that this was my lot in life now. I had better get used to it. I would probably be doing this a lot in the next three years. When he gave the order I took his cock into my mouth, or as much of it as I could manage. I don't know how his cock compares to other guys. It seemed large and threatening to me.

I was able to get a little more than half of it in my mouth. Cody gave me instructions while I sucked his cock. He told me what he liked, what he wanted me to do. I scraped his cock with my teeth once. He drew his arm back and I thought he was going to slap me again. But he got himself under control and in a tight voice he hissed, "Don't you ever touch me with a fucking tooth again, bitch!"

I got the point.

After several minutes he showed me how to use my hand on the bottom half of his cock, the part I couldn't fit in my mouth. Not long after I began to use my hand he started breathing faster and in a breathless voice he warned me, "I'm gonna cum in about a minute, cunt. If you spill even a drop I'll have every boy in our class in here this afternoon and you can keep practicing until you get it right. But don't swallow until I tell you. Just hold it in your mouth."

Yeah, because I wasn't nervous enough already! The fucking asshole! He'd probably do it, too!

A minute later he yelled, "AH! FUCK!!" He grabbed my head in his hands and thrust his hips back and forth a couple of times and I felt a hot fluid flooding my mouth.

When he thrust his hips forward it drove his cock a little deeper than I was used to. I started to gag. But I quickly forced myself to calm down and got it under control.

The taste was awful! It was bitter and it tasted just like bleach smells. And there was so damned much of it! I had no idea guys came this much! But I held it in my mouth and waited. Just the way he had ordered me to.

He shivered a few times and then he finally opened his eyes and looked down at me. He let go of my head and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. He shivered again when the head of his cock slipped out past my lips.

He ordered me to open my mouth. I obeyed again. When I did, he picked up that fucking camera and got a few more pictures of me with a mouthful of cum. Then he changed the setting and ordered me to swallow. He had the camera set to take a short video clip and he recorded me swallowing his cum.

He turned his back on me then, without saying a fucking word. I felt the despair wash over me and I did the one thing that I promised myself I wouldn't do. I covered my face in my hands and started crying. It made me sick that I showed him how weak I really was. I just couldn't hold it in any longer.

But at least he got a good show out of it. When I finally got myself under control he was sitting in his chair again, smiling and still taking an occasional picture.

I wiped my eyes on my arms and looked around for a tissue. I saw a paper towel on the table and I got to my feet and used that to dry my eyes and blow my nose. After I disposed of it, Cody ordered me to sit up on the table in front of him and lean back.

I didn't know what he had in mind. I only knew that it would be humiliating.

I started to get up on the table but he patted the spot right in front of his chair. I moved over and sat right in front of him. As soon as I was seated he repeated his order to lean back.

I leaned back on my elbows and he pushed my legs a little further apart. Then I watched him take a few close-ups of my exposed sex. He altered my pose from time to time and kept taking pictures. He made me rest my heels on the edge of the table and spread my knees out as far as possible. He ordered me to sit up and spread my pussy open with my fingers. He made me get off the table and bend over with my ass pointing right at him. Then he ordered me to spread the cheeks of my ass as far apart as I could and turn around and smile.

He didn't get much of a smile. But I don't think he really cared. He got the most private areas of my body as completely exposed as was humanly possible.

When he finally put the camera back down he had probably taken well over a hundred degrading pictures of me. And he had another hard on.

He stood up and ordered me to follow him. He led the way out to a lounge chair in the grass and took the cushion off of it. He dropped it in the grass. I figured it was time for the main event. I no longer had my hymen. But I was still a virgin. It bothered the hell out of me that he was going to be my first, and that it was going to be like this.

He ordered me onto my back and I stretched out on the cushion. I had to fight back the tears again. This was so damned wrong! But it was just the beginning. I knew that I was going to have to toughen up. According to Cody I was apparently going to be doing this for a lot of people I didn't want to do it with.

He stared down at me for a moment. He still had that arrogant look on his face. I would have given anything to pound his fucking face into the cement patio and grind that expression right off of it.

He stood there, grinning down at me and teasing his hard cock with his hand, probably more to taunt me than anything else. I expected him to jump on my belly and start pumping away. But he surprised me. He dropped to his knees at my feet and stretched out with his face over my pussy.

I was embarrassed, even after what I had just been through on the table. I could feel his warm breath on my pubic region as he examined my sex closely. He even spread the lips of my pussy open and looked inside of me. It felt a lot different when he was doing it that when I had done it for him. Being touched there by a boy, no matter the circumstances, is an interesting sensation. But it was about to get much more interesting.

Cody leaned down and I felt his warm, moist tongue on my pussy. I gasped loudly and my entire body went rigid. I had not been expecting that, but Christ!!! That felt good!

I gripped the sides of the cushion I was lying on and struggled to maintain my composure. I was not all that successful. I assumed that this was going to end in a few short minutes with his cock in my pussy. I didn't know what that was going to be like. But I now knew why this was such a popular activity!

I honestly tried. I tried so hard not to let him know that what he was doing now was getting to me. It just wasn't possible. My body was out of control. I shivered and I shook and my ass came up off of that cushion. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. But I couldn't contain the moans of pleasure as his tongue explored first the outside and then the inside of the most sensitive part of my body. If this felt so wonderful with someone that I hated, just imagine how it would be with someone I loved!

It was only moments before I had my first orgasm at the hands of another person. Or perhaps I should say the tongue of another person. I felt my thighs clamp down on his head and my ass came up off of the cushion again and I was totally unable to control it. I heard a loud, keening sound, almost like an animal crying and it took me a moment to realize that it was coming from me!

I came and I came and I came and I thought it was never going to end. Cody must have been pretty hard pressed to keep his mouth over my pussy when I went off like that. But he hung on and finally I had one last massive orgasm and my entire body went limp.

I lay there panting as if I had just run a marathon for a couple of minutes before I opened my eyes at last. I looked down, and right into that arrogant face. That spoiled the entire effect. I had been feeling almost like I was high, until I saw his face. He was mocking me. He never said a word, but his expression said it all. I was his sex toy. He could do anything that he wanted with me, even make me cum.

He got up on his hands and knees and moved up over me. I felt the end of his cock sliding over my very wet slit. He moved his hips slightly, teasing me but not putting it inside of me.

2

He had one more questions first. With the head of his cock pressing against my opening he asked, "Are you on the pill?"

I told him that I was. I couldn't tell from his reaction if he was happy or disappointed. But he slowly started sliding his cock into me in either case. As soon as my pussy began to wrap itself around his hard cock he closed his eyes and sighed loudly. He enjoyed the hell out of the sensations he was receiving as he invaded my body. Any questions that had existed a moment ago about virginity and fertility dissolved as his cock sank into me and was gripped by muscles I didn't even know that I had.

The sick part of all of this was that, so was I! I had never put anything but a tampon inside of me before. But this! I felt my pussy stretching to accommodate his cock as it slowly entered me and it became abundantly clear why there was a population problem on this planet! Fuck me that felt good!!

I gave up trying to hide what I was feeling. I lay back and closed my eyes. I grabbed the sides of the cushion again and my entire being focused on the hard, hot pole that was filling my pussy and causing me sensations like I had never imagined possible. If there was only some way to combine this with what he had been doing with his tongue a few minutes ago, that would be paradise. Well, it would probably be fatal. But what a way to go!

Cody's belly and his pubic bone came into contact with mine and he stopped moving. He still supported his weight over me on his arms. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were closed now. He had a look of absolute bliss on his face. I understood perfectly. Hell, I was being raped and I probably had a similar look on my face!

He stayed like that for almost a minute. Then he slowly started pulling his cock back out of me. I began holding my breath. I was shocked when I realized that I was afraid he was going to remove it completely! I didn't want him to take it out! I wasn't finished enjoying this wonderful experience!

I heard myself moan and I felt my arms go up and around his back. But I swear my mind wasn't in control. I have no idea how it happened. I guess my arms weren't ready to let that pleasant feeling end either.

Cody stopped just before his cock would have pulled free. He paused for just a couple of seconds and then he started fucking me for real. His cock began pounding into me over and over and each time he reached bottom I felt his pubic bone grind against my clit sending electric shocks through my body. I remember reading that it was nearly impossible for most women to reach orgasm from intercourse because the clitoris wasn't being stimulated. I guess I must be built funny. Because he was stimulating the hell out of me!

At some point during that long, very satisfactory first fuck, my legs became wrapped around his. I don't remember doing it. But by the time we were finished my arms and legs were holding him tight and my pelvis was rushing up to meet every thrust of his very nice cock. As rapes go, I would have to give this one an A+!

I still hated his fucking guts. But damn! This felt great!!

I felt him speeding up and his strokes became more violent. It didn't take an expert on male sexuality to realize that he was about to reach orgasm. I started to fear that I was going to be left behind. But when he suddenly stopped pounding into me and lay almost still, grinding his pelvis slowly into mine, I knew that he was cumming inside of me and whether it was from the grinding of his pelvis against my sex or the thought that for the first time in my life a guy was shooting his cum inside of my pussy, I felt myself cumming too. My entire body tensed up and my head tilted back as if I was having a fit. I heard myself yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over. It was all so trite. I was the perfect caricature of a girl having an orgasm. But it was all beyond my control.

Once my orgasm had passed and relinquished control of my body back to me, I went limp under Cody. He seemed to regain control of his body at about the same time I did. He slowly got to his feet and offered me his hand. I thought he was going to help me up. But he only helped me into a sitting position. Then he moved closer and used my long blonde hair to wipe his slimy cock off with!

I almost screamed at him. I remembered my place just in time and kept my mouth shut. He finished wiping his cock in my hair and then he stepped back. He pointed out a spray bottle and some paper towels on a nearby table and ordered me to clean off the cushion and put it back in the chair before I rejoined him at the table.

He walked away and I struggled to my feet. I used the all purpose cleaner in the bottle to clean the cushion and returned it to the lounge chair. By the time I was finished I felt Cody's cum oozing out of me and sliding down my thighs. There wasn't a lot of it, but it felt nasty. I used a clean paper towel to wipe my thighs and my pussy. Then I threw the paper towels away and climbed up the stairs to the raised deck where Cody was waiting and watching me with obvious amusement.

I stood in front of him again. I didn't dare sit down without permission. He grinned, but it was a very disagreeable grin. He said, "You must really be a fucking slut. How many times did you just cum, Carin?"

I shrugged and whispered, "I don't know."

He chuckled and said, "Christ, bitch! I was raping you and you came like a fucking nympho! You're supposed to be crying your eyes out and calling for your mommy! Fucking slut!"

Once more I bit my tongue. But the truth is, I was more than a little upset with myself for reacting the way I did. I couldn't believe I let him bring me to orgasm. I was furious with myself for giving him that much power over my sexuality.

He ordered me to go to the kitchen and get us both a drink. I returned and handed him his drink. He took it from me and put it down on the table. Then he pulled me down into his lap. He ignored me for a moment and we both sipped our drinks. But as soon as he quenched his thirst he began groping my body again. He could have been a little gentler about it. But even as rough as he was, I couldn't stop my body from reacting to his touch. My nipples grew hard again and my skin tingled as he squeezed my tits and pulled and pinched my nipples.

I tried to ignore him and drink my drink. But I think it was pretty obvious that even though I hated him and I hated what he was doing, my body had a mind of its own.

He kept it up for about fifteen minutes before he pushed me out of his lap. His cock had been getting hard. I felt it growing and throbbing under my ass before he made me stand back up. I expected to be forced to have sex with him again. Instead, he ordered me to follow him to the pool.

We swam around for a few minutes. It felt good to cool off and get clean. I noticed that Cody kept checking the time. That made me very nervous. It could only mean one thing. He was expecting company.

I knew everyone that Cody knew. It is not a large town and we have been going to school together since kindergarten. I didn't have to be a genius to realize that he had invited some of his friends over. He must be planning to impress them and humiliate and degrade me. And I had no choice but to permit it. I tried not to think about who might be coming over and what would happen when they got here.

His best friends were Harris, Tim, and Barry. Harris was another arrogant bully. Just like Cody. Tim and Barry were sycophants. They were hangers on. Both of them were creepy and sleazy and would have been nobodies without Cody and Harris.

The odds were very high that one, if not all three of his little group of best friends were going to come through that door at any moment. Suddenly I felt like crying again. The things I had just been forced to do with Cody were bad enough. And the pictures! Oh god! Those fucking pictures! But how could I possibly do those things with Harris and the weasel twins?!

My mental turmoil was interrupted when Cody said, "Okay, bitch. You should be clean enough now. Out of the pool."

I waded to the wide cement steps at the shallow end of the pool and climbed out. Cody's hand guided me with a firm grip on my ass cheek. He pushed me over to a table that was piled high with clean towels. We dried off and returned to the raised deck. He graciously allowed me to take a seat at the table.

He glanced at his watch again and said, "The doorbell will be ringing any time now. When it does I want you to go answer it. Let my friends in and bring them back here. And watch your mouth. You be nice to them. If you piss me off I'm going to make it worse for you. Remember that, bitch. I will always win."

Before I could even beg him not to do this the bell rang. I looked at him but he just cocked an eyebrow and more or less dared me to disobey him.

I got up and went inside. As I made my way to the door I was so scared that I felt dizzy. The bell rang again just as I reached the door and pulled it open. My worst fears were realized. All three of Cody's little rat pack were standing on the front steps.

I could tell from their expressions that they didn't know I was going to be here, or that they were going to get lucky. I had no doubt that they were going to get lucky. This was just Cody's idea of a good time.

The four of us stood frozen in place and speechless for what seemed like a long time. Finally I pushed the storm door open and invited them in. Harris was in front. He grabbed the door but continued to stare at my naked body for a long moment. I heard him exclaim under his breath, "I'll be a son of a bitch!"

I never said a word. I didn't trust myself to speak. I stepped back and then turned and led them through the house to the back yard. Less than two hours ago I had never been undressed in front of a boy. Now four boys had seen me naked. I couldn't imagine a more degrading situation than the one I was in now. And as I led the three boys through the house and up the stairs to the raised wooden deck I could feel three pairs of eyes staring at my ass.

I glanced up and saw the amusement on Cody's face as I led his friends up the stairs to the deck. He invited his friends to join him at the table and then he pulled me back into his lap. He had put his trunks back on and I was the only one that was naked now. As humiliating as that was, it was better than the alternative. I was not looking forward to that moment when they were naked too.

They stared in awe as his hands began groping me once again. While he mauled my body he told them how I had spent my morning. They might have been more skeptical if it wasn't so obvious that I was letting him do anything he wanted to me.

They all knew that Cody and I hated each other. They kept asking him why I was letting him do the things that I was letting him do to me.

He just smiled and said, "It's a secret. Sorry guys. But if I told you then I would lose my hold over her. She has to do everything that I tell her to do from now on. She may be a bitch. But she is a hot bitch. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this. I have to keep the secret. This is just too good to give up. But don't worry. You know me. I intend to share the wealth. She just sucked a cock for the first time. She needs a lot more practice. Would you guys like to help us out?"

Even though I knew it was coming, when he said the actual words my heart almost stopped. It was bad enough that I was sitting here naked in front of them being pawed by their leader. But it was so much worse once it was out in the open.

Harris was sitting nearest to us. He didn't even bother to ask if Cody was putting him on. He pushed his chair back and got to his feet. He started to undress before Cody could push me out of his lap.

Harris reached for me. But before he could grab me, Cody said, "Hold on! Not yet. Let's move the party down to the grass. You can use one of the cushions. I want to record it and I'll have more room to move around down there."

Cody's three friends had no reservations about starring in an amateur porn movie. I felt like my heart was going to stop.

Cody had gotten to his feet. I turned and looked up at him. I whispered, "Please don't make me do this."

His nasty grin just got wider and he said, "You're going to do it all today, cunt. We're going to wear your ass out. I'm going to break you. When you leave here this evening you will obey any order I give you without even thinking about it. It won't even matter to you anymore. You'll just do it."

Harris laughed and exclaimed, "Way to go, dude! Put the bitch in her place!"

I began having trouble breathing again. I had never been so scared in my life. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. But I didn't resist when they escorted me down the stairs and across the patio. Harris played with my ass all the way across the patio. We were headed for the same area of the yard where Cody had fucked me for the first time a little while ago.

Cody detoured to the bar near the patio door and picked up a digital movie camera. He caught up to us as Harris was taking his shirt off beside the lounge chair. Cody waited until Harris had his shirt off and he ordered me to kneel and remove the rest of his clothes. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he had the camera up to his face and he had started recording already.

Harris stood still and stared down at me as I struggled with his belt. I opened his shorts and pulled them down. He wore a pair of swimming trunks under his shorts. They were very tight and it took some effort to get them off.

Once more I had a boy's cock bouncing just inches from my face. I pulled his trunks down to his feet and he placed his hand on top of my head to balance himself as he stepped out of his trunks and his shorts. Then he reached down and grabbed my right breast and asked, "Is this really going to be only your second blowjob, bitch?"

I nodded, once more fighting back the tears. I keep willing myself to hold back the tears. I can't spend the next three years crying and feeling sorry for myself. I know I have to toughen up. But god, it's so hard!

Harris chuckled, thoroughly aware of how much I hated this. He obviously enjoyed my suffering. He straightened up and ordered me to kiss his cock and lick it. I grasped it between my thumb and forefinger and held it still. As I leaned forward, Cody came in for an extreme close-up. I began kissing Harris's cock with the camera only inches from my face. Harris moaned loudly when my lips and then my tongue came into contact with his drooling cock.

Cody made sure that I was looking right into the lens. Once more I couldn't help but wonder who was going to see this movie. Who besides these four boys was going to witness my humiliation?

Harris pushed my head away and stretched out on the lounge chair behind him. As soon as he was comfortable he said, "Okay, cunt. Let's see what you can do. Suck my cock."

I moved closer on my knees and bent over to take his throbbing cock into my mouth. Tim and Barry were standing on either side of me watching closely and Cody was on the other side of Harris, recording every moment of my shame.

I rested my arm between his legs, on the cushion where I had just recently been fucked for the very first time and I opened my mouth and engulfed his hard cock.

Harris cried out, "Oh god!" when my lips closed around the head of his cock. His body trembled in pleasure and he reached out and held my tit in his hand. He watched as I struggled to take as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

What I was being forced to do was horrible enough. But the crude comments from Tim and Barry as they waited their turns made it so much worse. I tried to shut them out. I tried to go somewhere else in my mind and leave my body here to deal with this horrible series of rapes. But it didn't work. I just couldn't shut this out.

I grunted in pain from time to time as Harris squeezed my tit or pulled on my nipple. But I tried to ignore what he was doing and get him to finish so that it would be over. Silly I suppose. This wasn't going to be over just because he filled my mouth with another load of slime. This was going to last all afternoon. And even then it wouldn't be over. It was just beginning.

I honestly couldn't say how long it was before Harris clamped down on my tit and cried out again. My mouth was once more flooded with hot, slimy, boy cum and I struggled to control the urge to gag.

I learned that the bitter, bleachy taste of cum must be pretty normal. The crap coming out of the end of Harris's cock tasted pretty much like the crap that Cody had filled my mouth with earlier.

I waited until he was finished and carefully pulled my mouth off of his cock. I looked at Cody and he mouthed the words, "Show me."

I opened my mouth and he filmed the load of cum that had just been deposited there. Then he said, "Okay, cunt. Swallow."

I gulped it down and struggled to keep it down. I was aware of the camera recording it all and all four boys were watching me closely. They were so excited they looked feverish.

I started to sit back on my heels but Harris stopped me. In an indignant tone he said, "Hey, bitch! You missed a couple of drops! Lick that shit up. It's good for you. All that protein makes your hair shiny and makes your tits grow."

Barry laughed and said, "Damn, Harris! If her tits were any bigger she'd have to hire someone to help her carry them around!"

They all thought that was amusing. When Barry finally stopped chuckling he asked, "How big are your tits, Carin?"

I told him my bra size and he said, "Shit, they look bigger than that. I guess it's just cause you're a skinny little bitch."

I saw no need for a response.

Harris got to his feet and moved out of the way. Before I could be ordered to help him, Barry had stripped his clothes off and was getting into the chair in front of me.

His cock was hard and it was totally covered in slimy lube. It was also surprisingly large. Cody and Harris had very similar cocks. They both looked like they were between six and seven inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter. Barry's cock was at least an inch longer and significantly thicker.

Tim and Harris saw the look of surprise on my face and made several nasty remarks. I ignored them, or tried to. As soon as he sat down, Barry reached up and grabbed my breast. He squeezed it hard and in a mocking voice he said, "Here, pussy, pussy, pussy. Come and get your cream."

It killed me that I couldn't respond. Before yesterday he would never have had the nerve to talk to me this way. None of these bastards would. Now I had to let them say and do anything that came into their dirty little minds.

Cody came in close with the camera again. I leaned down and started licking the slime from Barry's cock. I guess it wasn't really that much larger. Only an inch. But it seemed so much more threatening when it was right in my face like that.

I licked the underside of it clean and then I grasped it gingerly and straightened it up. I began licking the lube from the other side and it seemed like it was pouring out of the end of his cock faster than I could lap it up. I finally got his cock clean and I was just about to wrap my lips around the fat knob at the end when he said, "Not yet, bitch. Lick my balls first. Get down there and stir up all that cum that I'm going to shoot in your snotty mouth in a couple of minutes."

I ignored the derisive laughs and snide comments and moved my tongue down over his wrinkled, hairy, very ugly ball sack. I licked them all over with that fucking camera right in my face until Barry said, "Okay, that's enough foreplay. Get to work, cocksucker."

This from the little weasel that didn't even have the nerve to speak to me without his voice trembling until today!

I gripped the base of his cock between my thumb and forefinger again and lifted it off of his stomach. I lapped up the fresh lube that was pouring out of him and took the head of his cock into my mouth. The difference was really noticeable. I began sliding my lips and tongue up and down his fat shaft. I was beginning to get distracted by the growing pain in my breast. All three boys squeezed that same breast while I was sucking their cocks. And they were not gentle. It was starting to get sore.

I had mixed emotions when Barry suddenly tensed up and squeezed my sore breast. I was glad that it was about to be over. But damn! That hurt!

I moaned in pain around his cock. He released his grip on my tit, grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled while his hips came up off of the chair and he flooded my mouth with his hot cum. There was so much of it that I was forced to swallow before he finished. My mouth filled again before he finally released his painful grip on my hair and his hips sank back down in the chair.

I finally sat up and once more I showed the camera that I had a mouthful of cum. When I got permission from Cody I swallowed. I sat up then and as Barry got to his feet I noticed that Tim was already naked and waiting. I was relieved to see that his cock was more like the first two.

Barry moved out of the way and Tim rushed to take his place. I looked up at Cody and asked, "Can we change sides please?"

From the evil grin on his face I think he knew why I asked. But he had to make me ask. He couldn't pass up an opportunity to humiliate me. He looked over the camera and asked, "Why, Carin? Tim's cum is going to taste just the same on this side of the chair."

After they all had a chance to chuckle I explained, "My breast hurts. All three of you have been squeezing my left breast. It's getting sore."

He responded, "First of all, cunt. You don't have breasts. You have tits. You have tits and a cunt. Remember that. As for you having a sore tit, well, get used to it. A lot of guys are going to be playing with your tits from now on. I'm sure that by the time you leave here this evening both of your tits are gonna hurt. Hell, you'll probably hurt all over. You always have that other option if you don't like it."

I looked down in defeat. But when I looked down, all I could see was Tim's hard, slime covered cock. I started to lean down and suck his cock when he spread his legs and said, "Lick my balls first, cunt. I had to mow the grass before I came over here. I'm all sweaty. I need a bath."

The rotten bastard! Did he not think this was hard enough for me?!

But I didn't even have the nerve to glare at him. I leaned down and began to lick his sweaty balls. It was noticeably more unpleasant that it had been with Barry. I struggled to ignore the odor of stale sweat. I quickly learned that it helped to breathe through my mouth as I licked his balls, waiting for permission to move on to the next degrading step.

Tim finally said, "Okay, cunt. Now you can get my cock clean. We wouldn't want you to suck a dirty cock."

Before I could start licking his slimy cock though, Cody said, "Hold on. You might want to go swimming later. I don't want you getting my pool all nasty. Lift your legs and let her get your ass nice and clean too."

I looked up at Cody in shock. He must have loved the look on my face. He came closer and filmed it while he said, "Move down here to the foot of the chair and lean down, bitch. I want to see you lick the crack of his nasty ass clean before you stick it as far up his butt as you can get it."

I still couldn't believe that he was serious. I stared at him, waiting for him to tell me that he was just kidding. He wasn't kidding. At least Tim didn't think so. He exclaimed, "Hell yes! Eat my ass, baby!"

He lifted his legs up to his chest and exposed his ass to me and the camera. I glanced down and I nearly lost it then. I almost threw up all over him. I gripped the side of the chair and closed my eyes and tried to calm down. I took a few deep breaths and forced my stomach to settle down.

Cody gave me a short time to collect myself. Then he said, "Rest time is over, cunt. You're wasting our time here. My friends are anxious for you to finish so that they can all fuck you. So let's get this over with."

I moved around to the foot of the lounge chair and stared down at Tim's exposed ass. My stomach started turning again and I looked away. I leaned down over the end of the chair and Cody moved around to get a better angle for the camera. I took a deep breath.

I was just about to dip my head down and do what I had to do when I felt Harris behind me. He worked his hand in between my slightly spread thighs and cupped my pussy in his hand. I jumped in surprise. But then I ignored him as he started working a finger into my dry opening.

He laughed and said, "Man! This fucking cunt is soaking wet. This bitch is loving it! I think she loves sucking our cocks. I'll bet she's really turned on about eating Tim's ass!"

He was lying like hell! My pussy was totally dry and his invading finger was painful. But that wasn't as important as giving the impression that I was some kind of depraved slut for the camera.

I took another deep breath and leaned forward. I ran my tongue up through the crack of Tim's ass. It was even worse than his sweaty balls had been. It was dank and smelly and I had some serious questions about his hygiene. But I did what I had to do. I lapped his ass until Cody nodded at me and then I tried pushing my tongue into his wrinkled little asshole. It was harder than I thought it would be. I finally stiffened my tongue and pushed the end of it inside of him. He groaned almost constantly as I worked at it. His entire body was shivering. He exclaimed, "Fuck! God damn that feels good! You guys have to try this! Fuck! It's almost enough to make you cum!"

Barry said, "Maybe you can come from being porked in the ass, faggot! Most of us need a little more than that."

Tim laughed and said, "Fuck you!"

But then they shut up and stared at me as I worked my tongue into Tim's ass. I don't think I ever got more than just a little more than the tip of my tongue inside of him. But that was enough to make me ill. If they didn't stop this soon I was certain that I was going to be sick.

I never got the word from Cody. But Tim suddenly said, "Fuck this! I'm going to cum!"

He lowered his legs and his cock was right in my face. I took it into my mouth and after only two strokes he filled my mouth with nearly as much cum as Barry had. But I managed to hold it all in my mouth this time.

I lifted my face up after he was finished cumming and I showed the cum to Cody. He gave me permission to swallow and I sat up on my heels. I was exhausted. My jaw was sore and the back of my tongue was sore. Even my back was sore from bending down for so long.

Tim sat up in the chair and leaned forward. He must have suddenly realized that he had yet to torture my breasts, my tits, like his friends had. He reached out with both hands and took my tits in his hands. He grinned just as evilly as his friends did when they were tormenting me and he roughly squeezed and pulled them. It wasn't just that he was trying to hurt me. I had the distinct impression that he had never seen or touched a tit before. He was rough and clumsy. But he wasn't given much time to torment me.

Cody said, "Come on, cunt. You got to get cleaned up before my friends can fuck your skuzzy ass. Follow me. I'll get you a toothbrush and you can clean out your nasty mouth. Then I'll let you fuck my friends. I know you must be very horny by now."

I struggled to my feet. I almost fell down. I had been on my knees for so long that my legs were cramping. I stretched them out and worked them around a little. He gave me a moment to regain the use of my legs and then he turned and headed for the house. I followed him inside. He led me to his bedroom. I thought at first that he had something else in mind when I saw where he was taking me. But it turns out that he has his own large bathroom off of his bedroom. I told you he was spoiled rotten.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a new toothbrush. He opened the package, removed the toothbrush and placed it in the toothbrush holder by the sink. Then he picked up the used one that was there and offered it to me. I guess, after everything that I had just done with my mouth, you might think that this was inconsequential. But for some reason, the thought of brushing my teeth with someone else's toothbrush turned my stomach.

He saw the look of disgust on my face. He looked down at the used brush and said, "Oh, I see what the problem is."

He walked over to the toilet and started to pee. As soon as he had a strong stream going he held the head of the toothbrush under it and left it there until he finished.

Then he turned back to me and said, "Damn! I wish I had brought the camera in! Oh well, we can reenact it later."

He held the toothbrush out to me and in a suddenly cold and hate filled voice he said, "I've warned you about giving me a hard time. I told you I was going to break you today. I ain't even started yet, bitch."

The tears started again. I just couldn't stop them. I reached out and took the toothbrush finally. It was wet with his urine. He turned on the water in the sink and washed his hands and then he stepped back and said, "Do it, you worthless cunt. Count your blessings. You're lucky I'm not going to make you clean up the floor around the toilet with your tongue."

I opened the tube of toothpaste and rinsed off the brush before I spread it on the bristles. I leaned down and put it in my mouth. I couldn't stop gagging. I couldn't taste his piss. I could smell it on the handle. But I couldn't taste anything but the toothpaste. It was just the thought of what I was doing. I brushed my teeth vigorously.

I hated the way I was being forced to do it. But I was happy to get the bitter taste of their cum out of my mouth.

As I worked the brush all around I thought about his promise to break me and the horrible things that he had done so far. I wondered if I could have made myself come here this morning if I had realized what I would have to do when I got here. I don't think that I could have.

But now I kept telling myself that it couldn't get any worse. It would be stupid to quit now. I couldn't leave after everything I had already done and have my parents end up in jail after I had suffered through all of this. And now he had that awful movie. He would no doubt post that on the internet and share it with everyone in our class. Of course, he may be planning on doing that anyway.

I brushed my teeth for longer than I ever had before. I finally rinsed out the brush and my mouth and shut the water off. I asked him what he wanted me to do with the brush.

He grinned and took it from me. He swished it around in the toilet. He hadn't flushed it yet. Then he placed it head down in a paper cup and said, "That will be your toothbrush. You can use it whenever you are here. You are going to be spending a lot of time here now."

He flushed the toilet and roughly pushed me out of the room ahead of him. He said, "Come on, cunt. There are three horny guys out there waiting for a piece of your skuzzy ass."

I followed him back out to the lounge chair that seemed to be abuse central for me now. He picked the movie camera up and checked it. He was apparently satisfied that he had enough battery power and disk space left. He instructed me to put the cushion on the grass and said, "Okay, Harris. You want to fuck the bitch? She's all yours."

Harris stepped up and said, "Get down on your hands and knees, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch. You don't deserve to be fucked like a human."

I fell to my knees on the cushion. I was actually glad to be doing it this way. I didn't want to look at them while the rapes continued. I didn't want to look at their arrogant faces and see the lust and the pleasure they took from abusing me.

Barry dropped to his knees behind me and began sliding his cock between my thighs, rubbing it against my dry pussy. I spread my knees a little further apart but I knew that I was dry and I was scared.

He stopped sliding his cock through my legs and tried forcing the head of his cock into my opening. It must have been just as unpleasant for him as it was for me. He tried forcing it for a minute but finally he pulled back and I felt his fingers enter me. They were wet with his saliva. He worked them around inside of me for a minute and then he got back into position and tried again.

Saliva is not that effective as a lubricant. But it was enough to get him started. He drove his cock into me. It was painful and I cried out. I'm sure they realized it was a cry of pain. But I heard them urging Harris on and Tim said, "Listen to the bitch! She fucking loves it!"

He pulled his cock back out slowly and forced it into me several more times before one us finally started to provide enough lubrication for him to begin fucking me. He pounded into me violently for a very long time.

Sometimes he bent down and reached under me and squeezed my tits in his large hands. Sometimes he straightened up and started slapping and pinching the cheeks of my ass while he pumped away.

Every few minutes he would stop hammering away with his cock and remain still over me. I finally realized that he did that to keep from cumming. He was dragging this torture out as long as possible.

I just kept my head down and cried quietly. I don't think they even knew I was crying.

Harris raped me for a very long time. The only reason that he finally continued on to a climax was that his friends were getting impatient and complaining about how long he was taking. He finally gripped my hips painfully and slammed into me with even more violence. Then he stopped suddenly and groaned loudly. I felt his cock throbbing and I knew that he was cumming inside of me. I had felt nothing but pain. And I was glad. I didn't want to have an orgasm with these bastards.

It was another minute before he finally pulled his soft cock out of me. He started to get up but Cody said, "Hold on, man. Let the bitch clean your cock for you."

There was another round of cruel laughter and then I felt him grab a handful of my hair. He pulled me around and forced my face down to his slime covered cock. Cody was right there with the camera. As I opened my mouth and took that nasty cock between my lips Cody said, "This is what you do after everyone fucks you now, bitch. It's just part of being a good piece of fuck meat. Get him nice and clean."

It didn't taste any different now than when I had sucked their cocks earlier. It was bitter and bleachy and disgusting. But the idea that his cock had just been inside me was kind of hard to take. I managed to do what I had to do though. I was still sucking his cock clean when one of the other two knelt behind me and started working his cock into me.

Cody exclaimed, "Yeah! That's hot. Let her keep sucking you, Harris."

He got up and moved back with the camera so that he could get the full effect. I was soon being violently pushed back and forth between them. I saw Tim standing nearby. So I knew that the boy fucking me was Barry. I couldn't tell the difference in my pussy. His was the biggest cock. But it felt just like Cody's and Harris's had to me.

I realized that Harris's cock was getting hard again and I groaned in dismay. I was afraid that he was going to keep it in my mouth and make me suck him off again while Barry was raping me. But he didn't. He pulled it out of my mouth and grabbed my hair in a painful grip. He held my face near his cock and guided his cock all around my face. It was degrading. And I knew the camera was catching it all for posterity. But I was thankful that he had taken it out of my mouth. My jaw was still very tired and sore.

Barry finally came and slowly pulled his cock free. Harris got up and Barry grabbed my hair and pulled me back around in the other direction to suck his cock clean. While I was doing that, Tim started fucking me from behind.

I was able to ignore what Tim was doing. But only because after his cock got hard again, Barry kept trying to jam it down my throat. It wouldn't go. But he enjoyed trying.

He kept trying until Tim filled me with yet another load of cum. Then Tim pulled me around and I sucked his cock clean. The boys stood up and Cody ordered me to lie on my back on the cushion. He stood at my feet and ordered me to lift my legs and spread them as wide as I could. I am still very limber from all of those years of gymnastics. I spread them all the way apart. They were all pretty amazed. Cody got some more awful pictures and then he stood up. I saw Harris whisper something to him and I saw his face light up.

He turned to me and said, "Let's see just how limber you are, you fucking cunt. Lift your legs up over your shoulders. I want to see you kiss your own cunt."

I gasped and exclaimed, "I can't do that!"

Cody just grinned and said, "If you can't do it on your own, I'm sure we can help."

To be honest, I suspected that I might be limber enough to do what they were asking. Well, it wasn't really a request. It was an order. But I looked down at my red swollen pussy and the cum from three boys oozing out of my body and I had no desire to let them know that I could do what they wanted me to do.

I looked up at Cody but all I saw was the camera staring back at me. I brought my legs back together and pointed them straight up in the air. I began to slowly lower them and roll my butt off the cushion at the same time. I kept going until my crotch was almost over my face and my toes were touching the ground behind me. Nearly four inches separated my lips from my messy, cum covered pussy.

I looked up at Cody. I moaned and said plaintively, "I can't do it!"

He just grinned that evil grin and said, "Sure you can. You're almost there. Keep trying."

I exhaled and struggled to narrow the gap between my lips and my pussy. I rocked my hips a little and stretched my neck, straining to close the gap. I actually tried as hard as I could to do it, even though the sight and the smell of my pussy were making me feel ill.

I closed to within an inch and that was as far as I could go. Cody wasn't satisfied. He ordered Barry and Tim to grab my thighs and help. They got to their knees on either side of me and carefully exerted pressure on my thighs. The gap narrowed but I still couldn't quite kiss my own pussy. Barry placed his hand on my lower back and applied a little more pressure and suddenly I did it. My lips came into contact with my cum covered sex.

Cody had the camera aimed at my face between my legs and as soon as my lips touched my slit he ordered, "Okay, bitch. Start licking. Eat that nasty cunt. I want to see you suck up all that cum."

I was in agony from being held in this position. But as long as Barry held my butt down I was able to obey them. They released my thighs. Tim stood up and Barry moved out of the frame, just reaching in with his right hand and holding my butt down.

I started eating the cum that was still oozing out of me. Barry gradually eased up his pressure and I was able to remain in position. He stepped back and Cody got pictures of me eating my pussy and licking my thighs clean from every angle.

My back was killing me and I was having trouble taking a breath because my lungs were being compressed. But they made me keep it up until I was clean. They made sure I cleaned myself as far up inside as my tongue would reach. Then they finally let me unfold from that horrible position.

Cody filmed until I was lying on my back and panting to catch my breath. Then he took the camera away from his face and said, "You might want to practice that at home, cunt. That really amused me. I'm going to be making you do that again. I bet it would be a trip to fuck you when you are curled up like that. You could lick my balls while I was fucking you! We're going to have to try that some time."

I could only groan in despair.

Cody said, "I've got to put a new disk in the camera. Stay right there. After watching all that fucking and sucking I need to get my rocks off."

I closed my eyes and struggled to relax. It seemed like this had been going on for hours. I wondered how much longer it would be before Cody's father came home. That seemed to be all that I had to look forward to. The games would have to end then. At least they would have to end for today. Tomorrow was another day.

3

Cody came back out a few minutes later. He handed the camera to Harris and showed him how to use it. As soon as Harris had the camera running and pointed at me, Cody ordered me to get up on my knees and suck his cock until it was hard again.

I groaned in pain as I got up. I didn't look at his face. But I heard the pleasure he took from my suffering when he said, "What's the matter, Carin?! We still have a couple of hours to play! You aren't getting tired are you?"

I didn't bother to respond. I scooped his soft cock into my mouth and started sucking. His cock must have been oozing a lot of lube while he recorded my afternoon of rape. It was dried all over his cock. It dissolved in my saliva and I slowly swallowed it all as his cock got harder and harder in my mouth.

Cody started flexing his hips in a gentle fucking motion. He fucked my face like that for a few minutes and then he said, "Tim, is that the underwear you were wearing when you mowed the grass?"

I didn't hear the answer.

Cody pulled his cock out of my mouth and ordered me back down on my hands and knees. I turned around and got into position. He dropped to his knees behind me and fumbled around with something for a moment. Then I felt his fingers pressing against my asshole. They were covered in a cold lubricant and I knew instantly what he was going to do. I started to plead with him to be reasonable. But then I remembered how much success I had achieved so far today with my pleas. They had only spurred him on. I suppose it was all part of breaking me.

I hung my head and waited for the inevitable. His greasy finger popped into my ass and I gasped in pain. He slapped my ass with his free hand and said, "Jesus, bitch! Unclench for Christ's sake! Just relax and it won't be so bad. Fuck! Don't you know anything, you dumb cunt?!"

I just moaned again. How the hell could I relax?! I bet he wouldn't relax if I shoved something up his ass!

He worked his finger in and out of me for a minute. He pulled it out and I waited nervously to feel his cock forcing its way into me. But instead he started working two fingers and a fresh gob of lubricant into me.

It was uncomfortable. But I discovered that he was right about one thing. If I made myself relax it wasn't so bad.

He worked his fingers around in my ass for a few minutes and pulled them out. He wiped them on my back and I felt him moving up behind me. Now it was time.

I started tensing up again. I was terrified. He slapped my ass, hard, and my head came up. I cried out in pain and when I did, Tim bent down and shoved his nasty, sweaty, smelly underwear into my mouth.

I gagged and struggled to breath. I almost reached up to pull them out but when I started to lift my hand, Cody snapped, "Put your fucking hand back down, cunt. I'll tell you when you can give Tim his underwear back."

He started pushing then. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my rear opening with increasing pressure. I knew that one way or another he was going to rape my ass. And I knew that it would be to my advantage to relax and let it happen. But knowing it and doing it are two different things.

The head of Cody's cock finally forced its way past my asshole and popped inside. I screamed in pain. Tim bent down and lifted my face so that the camera could better record my agony. He laughed and said, "That's why you're eating my shorts, cunt. We don't want you hurting our ears."

He dropped my head and I struggled to force myself to relax the muscles in my ass. Cody wasn't waiting though. He continued to force his cock into me without regard to the pain he caused me. I finally managed to relax a little, desperate to make the pain stop. On his backstroke my body reacted in self defense and pushed out against his cock. I realized that when I did that it didn't hurt as much and I continued pushing out on his next stroke. I was relieved to learn that, although it still hurt, it was much more bearable.

I kept pushing out with my muscles as if I was trying to go to the bathroom. At the same time I tried to concentrate on taking even breaths. I was panting from the pain and I was hyperventilating and getting light headed.

I have no idea how long it lasted. It seemed like hours. When he finally reached orgasm I was so out of it that I wasn't even aware he had cum. I didn't know he was finished until he pulled his cock out of my ass. Even then it took me a few seconds to realize that it was over. But it wasn't over.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me around until my face was inches from his cock. My eyes started watering from the pain. But I could see well enough.

Cody said, "What did I tell you, bitch?! Fuck! How god damned dumb are you? I can't believe you don't forget to breathe! Clean that mess up!"

I pulled the dirty underwear out of my mouth and I looked at his cock for a second or two. It was greasy and slimy. There was a faintly unpleasant odor. But I didn't see ... I didn't see what I was afraid of seeing there. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it. I gagged a couple of times. The idea of where it had just been turned my stomach. But except for a hint of cum, all I could taste was the lubricant he had used to grease me up before he raped my ass.

Harris got down behind me while I was still sucking Cody's cock clean. I felt his cock pushing against my very sore rear opening and I looked up at Cody and sobbed, "Please, Cody! Please no more. Not there. God it hurts!"

Cody patted my head and said, "Sorry, bitch. It has to be done. You need to be broken. It's for your own good. Now put those shorts back in your mouth and give my friend a nice ride."

I was crying quietly as I stuffed those smelly jockey shorts back in my mouth. Harris began pressing the head of his cock against my asshole. But he didn't force it in until I put my hand back down on the cushion.

As soon as I was in position again he pushed forcefully and his cock popped inside of me. I cried out in pain. It hurt just as much this time, maybe even more.

Cody took the camera back and after getting a shot of Harris's cock pressing against my asshole he came around front and filmed my face as Harris began raping me. He ordered me to look up so that my pain and my humiliation could be fully captured on his disk.

I heard the words. But I heard them through a fog of pain and it took a minute for the meaning to sink in. Cody isn't a patient person. When I didn't respond immediately, he reached out with his free hand and slapped my face.

I didn't even cry out. I looked up through tear filled eyes to see what he wanted. I could hear Tim and Barry talking nearby as they waited their turns. But all I heard was the derisive tone of their voices. The words didn't seem to make sense to me. At that moment my entire world was focused on the hard cock plunging violently in and out of my ass.

Time stopped for me. Every torment lasted forever, or seemed to. Harris finally came in my ass. But when he pulled his cock out of me I wasn't even aware of it at first. I am not sure if I was losing consciousness or I was going into shock. But I didn't realize that he had finished raping my ass until I heard Cody say disgustedly, "You just don't fucking learn, do you bitch?! I think I know how to get your attention."

I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. I remained there on my hands and knees with moisture from my ass dripping down one thigh. I wondered if it was blood but I was afraid to look.

Cody went into the house and came back seconds later. He leaned down over me and asked, "What did I tell you, bitch? What is the job of a good cum dump after someone fucks it? I looked into his eyes for a moment. I couldn't think. I just hurt so badly. But then it hit me. I sobbed, "I'm sorry, Cody. It's hard to think. I hurt so much."

I struggled to turn around. Harris was still waiting behind me on his knees. I bent down and sucked his slimy cock clean. When his cock was clean I started to pull back but he reached down and lifted his soft cock up and said, "You might as well get my balls clean while you're down there."

What did it matter?

I leaned back down and lapped up the juices that coated his balls. When he was satisfied, Cody ordered me to turn back around and get up on my knees. I obeyed as quickly as I could. He handed the camera to Harris again and then he squatted down in front of me.

He smiled that evil smile of his and he said, "We've made a lot of progress today, Carin. But you are one stupid blonde bitch, aren't you? I've lost track of how many times I've explained this to you. When you get fucked, I don't care who it was that just fucked you. If it was me, one of my friends, some stranger on the street that I order you to fuck, or a fucking dog, when it's over you turn around and you suck that cock clean. You just can't seem to get that through your thick skull. So I'm going to try a little reminder. Put your hands behind your back."

I was so scared I couldn't breathe. I had no idea what he was going to do. I just knew that it would be something terrible. But there was never any question that I was going to obey. I sobbed pitifully and reached my arms behind my back. I looked up at Cody and cried, "Please, Cody. Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll do what you want. I swear it. Please, I hurt so bad."

Harris was off to the side with the camera. Cody was squatting in front of me, smiling and enjoying my suffering. He said, "If you fucking move before I tell you to, I will send Barry home to get his dog. Would you like to fuck a dog, Carin?"

I'm not entirely certain at that point that I fully comprehended what he was asking me. I remember whining, "Please, Cody. Please don't hurt me anymore."

He held something up in front of my face then. It took me a moment to focus on it. I finally realized that it was a wooden clothespin. I looked at it, not comprehending why he was holding it up like that. What was he trying to say?

He said, "Carin, take the clothespin."

I reached up and took it from him with shaking hands. I looked at him dumbly. He smiled and handed me another. Then he stood up and stepped back.

I looked at the clothespins in my hand and then back up at Cody. He smiled and said, "They are training aids, Carin. I want you to take one of them and put it on one of your nipples. You can hold onto the other. The next time that you forget your job I'll make you put the second one on your other nipple. If that doesn't work I guess we'll have to try something else to get your attention."

I shook my head and sobbed loudly. I cried out, "I'm sorry, Cody. I'll remember now. I swear it. Please don't make me do this. Please! I can't take any more."

But he just stared down at me, waiting.

I guess he had finally done what he set out to do. He had broken me. I took one of the clothespins and opened it. I cradled my left breast in my hand and carefully placed the clothespin over my tender nipple. As it clamped down on my already sore and tender flesh I cried out in pain. It hurt so bad that it completely took my mind off of the pain from my two recent anal rapes.

But I took my hand away, leaving the clothespin bobbing up and down from my nipple.

Cody spoke to me then. But I didn't understand his words at first. The pain in my nipple was all consuming.

He reached out with his foot and nudged my stomach. I looked up and he said, "Hold that second clothespin in your hand. Maybe it will help to remind you the next time. Now get back into position. You have two more guys waiting to cum in your sloppy ass."

I got back up on my hands and knees and Barry started to get into position behind me. Tim complained, "Hey, man! Let me go first. You're going to stretch her ass all out of shape with that big cock of yours."

Barry laughed and said, "Fuck you. It'll close right back up once I pull out."

I felt him moving in behind me then. His hard cock pressed into the cleft between my ass cheeks and he slid the entire shaft up and down between them.

I remembered then that his cock was thicker and longer than the other three and my fear increased. But I continued to kneel helplessly with my tears flowing in a steady stream down my cheeks.

He kept that up for a moment or two and then he gripped my ass with both hands and spread my cheeks apart so far that it hurt. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my abused opening and suddenly it thrust forward, driving nearly half of his cock into my ass with one brutal stroke.

I opened my mouth to scream in pain. But Cody was ready for that. As soon as my mouth opened he nodded to Tim. Tim stuffed his nasty shorts into my mouth again. I continued to scream. But only the five of us heard it.

He drove into me again and his cock was fully imbedded in my ass. Every move he made caused the clothespin on my nipple to flop around. At first I couldn't decide which pain was the most excruciating.

I slowly came to realize that although Barry's cock was larger than the others, I couldn't tell by the pain in my ass. I didn't hurt any more during this rape than the first two anal rapes. In fact, I began to concentrate more on the pain in my nipple as the clothespin bobbed up and down violently in reaction to Barry's brutal thrusts.

My attention didn't return to my ass until my nipple finally became numb. Time stopped again. I think that my mind curled up and hid inside of me for a few minutes. I suddenly realized that the latest attack was over and I panicked. I wasn't sure how long it had been since Barry pulled his cock out of me.

I began to turn around to face him and I became aware of how much my entire body hurt now. My stomach felt like I had been kicked. My nipple started coming awake as I moved and I felt the agony from the clothespin. My ass felt torn and I was certain now that it was bleeding. But I was broken. I turned around and took Barry's nasty cock in my mouth and sucked him clean.

When I was done and he got up and moved away I turned to Cody and tried once more. I eased the nasty underwear out of my mouth. They were soaked with my tears and my saliva. I looked up at him and begged, "Please, Cody. Please let me take the clothespin off. I remembered. I'll be good. I promise."

He smiled and patted my head and said, "It's almost over, Carin. Just one more fuck and then you can take it off."

I glanced over at Tim. He was looking down at me skeptically. He walked around behind me and said, "Reach back and spread those cheeks for me, cunt. I want to see how fucked up your ass is before I stick my dick in it."

I pressed the nasty underwear back into my mouth. I rested my forehead on the cushion. I felt something wet and I realized that my face was resting in a pool of cooling cum. But it didn't matter now. I reached back and spread the cheeks of my ass and held them apart so that Tim and the others, and the camera, could take a good look at my thrice raped asshole.

Tim muttered something I couldn't catch. I was scared because I was afraid that he had given me an order and I had missed it. But I heard Cody respond, "I don't give a shit, dude. Fuck her or don't. It's no skin off my ass."

I guess Tim must have been complaining about the mess. But he wasn't about to miss out on another chance to rape me. I felt him behind me and I continued to hold myself open for him.

He pressed his cock against my asshole and then he pushed against me. It slipped in so easily this time that it kind of scared me. It made me more certain than ever that I had been torn back there.

He began to fuck me just as violently as the other three had and as soon as he started thrusting into me the pain in my nipple returned. By this time my nipple was hurting worse than my ass, which seemed to have finally grown numb from the abuse.

Time had begun to lose all meaning. I was totally incapable now of estimating how much time was passing. It seemed to take Tim a very long time, longer than the other three boys had taken. That may have been because my mind remained relative clear this time. I was aware of every violent stroke and every movement of the clothespin on my nipple. It may be that Tim was put off by the mess that he had stuck his dick into. Or, I may just have been fully aware of what he was doing to me.

Each anal rape of the anal rapes seemed to last forever. But they eventually ended and finally Tim finished raping me too. I felt him pull his cock out of me and I groaned in pain as I turned around. I pulled the underwear from my mouth and sucked Tim's cock clean.

As soon as his cock was clean I looked up at Cody. He smiled and said, "Sit up straight, cunt."

I raised myself up on my knees and Cody squatted down in front of me again. He reached out and took the unused clothes pin from my hand and said, "See, you just need the right teaching aids and you can learn!"

He tapped the clothespin in his hand against the one that still dangled from my nipple and I gasped in pain. His smile grew and he said, "I think you'll remember from now on. Won't you, cunt?"

I sobbed, "Yes, Cody. I swear it. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. Please, I can't take it anymore!"

He reached out and gently squeezed the clothespin together and removed it. Far from being a relief, the pain that washed over my nipple and enveloped my breasts was overwhelming. I grabbed my tit in both hands and folded over, crying loudly, uncontrollably.

Harris laughed and said, "Holy shit! Look at the bitch! Do you think she wants it back on her tit?"

They all laughed at my obvious distress. I think I was just about to lose my mind when I heard Cody say, "You guys better get out of here. My dad will be home soon. I'll email you later and let you know what I decide to do tomorrow."

Tim bent down and picked up his underwear between his thumb and one finger. He looked at them in disgust and tossed them into my face. He said, "Here, bitch. Take these home with you. Keep them as a souvenir to remember today by. Keep them just like this. When they dry out I want you to put them in the drawer with your panties and leave them there. You never know when I may come over and check on them."

The others all got dressed and left. I stayed there on that nasty cushion and held my breast in one hand and my stomach with the other and cried quietly until Cody came back over and nudged me with his foot.

I looked up and when he saw that I was paying attention he said, "Clean the cushion off and put it back. Then come up to the deck. Don't fuck around. You need to get cleaned up before my dad gets home."

I struggled to get up and once more I cleaned the cushion off with the spray cleaner and the paper towels. This time it was really nasty. There were pools of sticky cum all over it. I sprayed it down and scrubbed it clean as quickly as possible. Not because I was afraid of Cody's father coming home and catching me. Because I am terrified of Cody.

I put the cushion back in place and looked around for Cody. He was sitting by the side of the pool waiting for me, watching me. As usual, he looked amused.

I limped over to where he was sitting and he ordered me to rinse off under the outside shower. The water was cold, but it felt good on my abused body. I rinsed myself off as best I could. I really needed soap and a washcloth. But I did what I could.

When I finished he ordered me into the pool. He told me to swim one lap, get out and dry off.

I dove into the pool and swam to the other end and then back. I still hurt like hell, but the swimming seemed to relax my muscles a little and I felt a little more limber as I waded out of the pool. I dried off and then we went back up to the raised deck where our clothes were.

Cody put his trunks on and returned to his seat. He looked at me and gloated. I stood there naked, waiting for permission to dress. He said, "I think we made a lot of progress today, cunt. I think you are pretty well trained, considering how fucked up you were when you got here this morning. I may not have broken you yet. But I think I came close. We didn't do everything I wanted to do today. But we had a lot of fun, didn't we?"

I looked down at the deck and whispered, "Yes, sir."

He chuckled and continued, "Check your email tonight. I am going to send you copies of the pictures I took today. I want you to get an idea of how your classmates are going to be seeing you if you ever disobey me. I'll make copies of the two movies you made today, too. I'll give them to you tomorrow. Get dressed, bitch."

He watched me bend down and pick up my clothes. They were still on the floor where I had dropped them when I took them off so many hours ago. I placed them on the table and reached for my panties. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him grin and I quickly set them aside. I picked up my jeans and stepped into them. I was still shaky and I almost fell over while I was pulling them up. But I managed to get them up and fastened. Then I picked up my t-shirt and put it on. I slipped my feet into my sandals and waited for further instruction.

He laughed quietly and said, "I thought I had you there for a minute. Good catch, cunt. Wad your underwear up and put it in your pockets."

He looked at his watch and said, "I guess I have to let you go. I'll email you tonight with your orders for tomorrow. I don't think I have to go to all the trouble of threatening you anymore, do I? You're going to do what you're told tomorrow, aren't you?"

I whispered, "Yes, sir."

I knew that I would. I may not have been totally broken. I was certainly demoralized. But the reason that I would do whatever he ordered me to do tomorrow was that he still had all that evidence against my parents. And now he had all those nasty pictures of me. The son of a bitch truly owned me now.

He handed me his cell phone and ordered me to program my cell phone number into it. After I did, he took the phone back and set it down. He glanced at his watch again and said, "Aw fuck it! If you hurry we have time for one more blowjob. I had a ball today. Fucking with you really turns me on. Get down on your knees."

He stood up and I dropped to my knees in front of him. He pushed his trunks down, sat back down and said, "Come on, bitch. Hurry it up. If dad catches us like this he'll probably want some of the action. I'm not ready to share with him."

I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked it as eagerly as I could. I would do anything not to give him another excuse to hurt me.

I wasn't sure that I believed that his father would want to join in the action. But I didn't want to get caught either. God knows what that would have led to. He might end up finding out about the hit and run and then all of my suffering today would have been for nothing.

I sucked and slurped and teased his balls with my fingertips. I did everything that I could think of to get him off. I was worried because he had already cum three times today and I didn't know how often a guy could cum in one day. There must be a limit to how much of that slime their bodies can produce.

I don't know how long it took. I was worn completely out. He reached down and squeezed my sore boob through my shirt and closed his eyes. I worked my abused ass off until I was finally rewarded with a small amount of bitter cum on my tongue.

I stopped sucking and held his cock in my mouth until he pushed me away. I swallowed and waited for him to tell me to leave. He was just pulling his trunks back up when he heard his father's car pull up out front. He hurried me down the stairs and let me out through the side gate.

After he closed the gate behind me I sank down to the ground. I covered my face with my hands and cried quietly for a very long time.

I finally got my emotions under control and stood up. I didn't know exactly what time Cody's dad got home. But I figured that it must be after five o'clock now. I started walking home slowly. I passed a few people on the sidewalk as I made my way home. I got some strange looks. But no one spoke. No one questioned me. No one asked if I was alright.

Every step I took was agony. My ass hurt, my pussy hurt, my tit hurt, and I was terrified, because it would all start again tomorrow.

It took me a long time to walk the two blocks to my house. But when I got home it was still bright and sunny outside. I couldn't tell if my father was home yet. The garage door was closed. From the street it didn't look like anyone was home. The house was dark and quiet.

I climbed the front steps and listened for a minute. I didn't hear anything. I quietly tried the door knob. The door was still locked. I carefully unlocked it and opened it a little bit at a time, watching for any signs of life. The living room was empty. I stepped inside and closed the door. I listened for a moment. I couldn't hear anyone. I all but held my breath as I snuck upstairs to my room.

My mother's door was still closed. I guess she was still hiding in their bedroom. I went to my room and undressed. I put my robe on and went to the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower, washing and rinsing my recently defiled body and my hair several times. As I soaped up I discovered all kinds of places that hurt. Places that I hadn't even been aware of until now.

I dried off and brushed my teeth twice. Then I used about half a cup of mouthwash.

For a long moment I stared at my body in the mirror. I was surprised to note that I could detect no visible signs of the torture I had just been subjected to. Even my tender nipple looked perfectly normal, though it was too sore to touch. I turned around and was relieved to find that the same was true of my back. Even my very sore and terribly abused ass looked just like it had this morning. I couldn't understand why I was not a mass of welts and black and blue marks. I shook my head, put my robe on and returned to my room.

I bent down to pick up my jeans and noticed the huge puddle of drying slime in the crotch. It's a good thing that Andy and I have to do our own laundry. If my mother were to see that, well, I don't know now. Things are different now.

I put on a loose pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt and went down to the kitchen. I got a glass of water and took three pain killers. I peeked out into the garage. Dad still wasn't home. I took my water and went back to my room.

I closed my door and stood with my back against it. I found myself staring nervously at my computer. I thought that it was probably too early for Cody to have sent me any pictures. But just in case, I turned on the computer and checked my email.

I was wrong. I had a dozen emails from Cody. Each email contained a dozen pictures. As I sat there staring at them I received two more in rapid order. I didn't want to see them. I didn't need to be reminded of what happened to me today. But on the off chance that there was some way that he would know, I began looking at the pictures. I created a file and downloaded them all to the file without opening them. The emails kept coming as fast as I could download them. By the time I got to the last email I had saved more than two hundred pictures to the file.

Only the last email contained text. It ordered me to meet him in back of the school tomorrow at ten in the morning. He reminded me of my new dress code. That was all it said.

I ignored the other emails and closed the email program. I opened the file I had saved the pictures to and after steeling myself as much as possible I opened the first picture.

There I was, naked, on my knees, Cody's cock had just been released from his trunks and it was inches from my face. This was the first picture. He took this one and, as it turned out, two more before I became aware of the camera.

I've never seen pornography. The closest I've gotten was my friend's sister's collection of Playgirl Magazines. But I knew porn when I saw it. There I was. My face was clear and anyone that knew me would recognize me. My tits were exposed and there was a cock in my face. It only got worse from there. And in the back of my mind was the realization that it didn't even matter. The movies he had made would make these pictures look like family photos. I had done it all on that movie.

I went through the pictures as quickly as possible. I was afraid not to. As it turned out, it was a good thing that I did. The third picture from the end had a note written on it. It ordered me to stand in my bedroom window at nine o'clock. I was to have ever light in my bedroom turned on. I was to be naked. I was to open my window and stand in front of it for ten minutes.

FUCK! I thought the torment was over for today! I looked at the last two pictures. I closed the file and checked to make sure that there were no more emails. Then I curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

I awoke with a start and I realized that someone was tapping on my bedroom door. I got up and opened it. It was Andy. He asked if he could come in. I looked around to make sure I hadn't left anything incriminating lying around. Then I stepped back and let him in.

My brother and I didn't like each other very much. We never have, as far as I can tell. Even though were only a year apart we only did those things together that we absolutely had to. When we could avoid it we didn't stay in the same room together. If we were not related we would never have had anything to do with one another. I saw no reason to pretend that I liked him just because we were related. He felt the same way about me.

But everyone in the house was acting strange now and he was concerned. He looked at me strangely. Then he looked around and asked, "What's the matter with you? Is everyone in this family going nuts?

I ignored his questions and asked, "What do you want Andy? I was taking a nap."

He looked at me funny again and said, "Dad just got home about half an hour ago. He went up to their bedroom and hasn't come out. Nobody said anything about supper. You're acting funny. They're acting funny. I'm getting worried. What's going on around here?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. Mom said she wasn't feeling well. I guess dad is worried about her. He had to go out of town and I guess he's tired. And I just woke up. As far as I know, nothing is wrong. If you are hungry, go down and make a sandwich or some soup or something."

I let him out. He didn't seem satisfied. But that wasn't my problem. I turned around and looked at my alarm clock. It was eight forty-five! It's a good thing he knocked on my door. I hate to think about what would have happened if I had slept past nine o'clock.

I was worried enough about what was going to happen at nine. My window was on the side of the house. It overlooked the neighbor's driveway. It was also visible from the road and the sidewalk if you looked up from the right angle. It was also visible from several houses in an arc, starting with a house on the street in back of us. But it was most visible from the window in the side of the house next door. Only about forty or fifty feet separated our two houses.

I always kept my blinds closed, day or night. There was never any way of knowing when someone might be able to see into my room. And there was no way of knowing how many people, if anyone at all, might be watching me at nine o'clock. Maybe he was just doing this to torment me. Maybe nobody would be out there.

But even if he wasn't there, or someone he sent to observe, there was always a chance that someone else would see me, especially the two boys who lived next door. Theirs was the bedroom window directly across from mine. They shared a bedroom and one of the reasons that I kept my blinds down was because they weren't that careful with theirs. I don't know if they ever tried to spy on me. I never gave them the chance. But I suspected that they were little perverts. They frequently left their blinds open at night.

I turned my bedside lamp and my overhead light on. I sat down on my bed and watched the few remaining minutes until nine o'clock tick off. I hoped that the two little perverts next door would be downstairs watching television or in bed asleep.

At two minutes before nine I locked my bedroom door. I stood in front of my window and watched the last minute tick off. At exactly nine o'clock I opened my blinds and opened my windows. My windows were two long panels of glass that swung inward when I opened them. I was now exposed from my knees up to anyone outside who looked this way. I tried to act as if I just wasn't paying attention as I took off my shirt and my shorts.

I couldn't see much outside. It was totally dark now. But I could see the two boys in the house next door. Their blinds were up and their window was open. They were getting undressed for bed. I guess it was inevitable. One of them looked up and noticed me standing there naked and called to the other.

Then they both gathered at the window and stared at me. The boys were twins, Harold and Harland. They were thirteen years old and I suppose they were typical thirteen year old boys, which is to say they were a pain in the ass.

I wanted to close my eyes. Hell, I wanted to shrivel up and die! But I found myself staring at the two boys across their driveway in their jockey shorts and t-shirts. I hoped that they were the only witnesses. But that hope was soon shattered. I saw a flash go off at ground level. Someone was down there taking my picture. There were several more flashes and then a cluster of them. I felt cold all over when I realized that there were several people down there with cameras taking pictures of me in the nude. It wasn't just the four cretins that had spent most of the day raping me, either. There were more than four people down there using flash attachments. It could have been a dozen. It was impossible to count them.

I kept glancing to the side, checking the time on my alarm clock. Each long minute was at least ten minutes long. The twins never moved. But what concerned me more was the large number of flashes from below.

I suppose it didn't matter. Compared to the pictures and the movies that already existed these were nothing. But I knew that more boys were seeing me nude and even after what had happened to me today it was humiliating. And it was made worse because there was no way that anyone could think that I didn't know they were down there taking pictures of me. I was posing nude for anyone with a camera.

I was startled again when there were more flashes. This time the flashes came from the twin's bedroom. They were taking pictures of me too!

FUCK!

I was so distracted that I forgot all about the time. By the time I noticed it I had been standing in my window for almost fifteen minutes! I hurriedly shut my window and closed my blinds. I turned the overhead light off and curled up in a ball on my bed. I felt like I had just been raped all over again.

I reached up and turned my bedside lamp off and lay there in the dark in a ball for the longest time. I tried not to think. But my mind was out of control, bouncing from one degrading, painful memory to another and leaving me to wonder if I was going crazy. Maybe that would be a good thing!

But I didn't. I continued to lie there and soak in a pool of despair. I hadn't eaten today. I hadn't swallowed anything but cum. But I wasn't hungry. I was in too much anguish to have an appetite. I remained like that, curled up in a painful ball of abused flesh until about an hour later. I got up long enough to pull my covers down and then I went to bed.

It took me a long time to drift off. I finally cried myself to sleep, but not until after midnight. The nightmares that night were so vivid. And they were so very horrible. In my dreams I was raped all night long by every manner of man and beast. Most of those rapes seemed to take place in public. I was raped in the town square and in the class room. I was raped in our dining room with my family watching. I was raped by people I knew and by perfect strangers. It was horrible and it just went on and on.

I guess my mind couldn't take it anymore. I awoke before five in the morning. I was covered in sweat and I was crying. I don't believe that I have ever cried in my sleep before!

I turned over on my back and forced myself to calm down. I finally sat up and turned my light on. My t-shirt and shorts were still on the floor by my bed. I picked up my t-shirt and used it to wipe the perspiration from my face and chest. I winced as the shirt passed over my sore nipple. That caused me to take stock of the rest of my abused body's aches and pains.

My breasts didn't seem sore any longer. The nipple that had the clothespin on it for so long was still tender. But it was marginally better.

My pussy seemed to be alright. It wasn't sore at all. As I felt around down there I was reminded that I had to shave off my pubic hair when I took my shower. I was very upset about that. I had waited so long for it to grow out! Being blonde my hair was very fine and it had taken much longer to grow in that my dark haired friends. There were a couple of years in gym class that I thought about buying a wig! Now I have to shave it off. I wonder what my friends will have to say about that.

My ass was still sore. It didn't hurt like it did yesterday afternoon. But if I have to go through that again today, I don't think I will survive. If my mother hadn't been in her room all day I would have gone into her bathroom and taken some of her suppositories. But as far as I can tell she never left her bedroom yesterday.

I put my robe on and went downstairs. I drew a fresh glass of ice water and took three more pain killers. I took another three with me to take just before I left the house.

I went back to my room and as much as I dreaded what I might see, I turned on my computer and checked my email. There were three more emails from Cody.

The first two contained pictures of me in my bedroom window last night. The third was a long video clip. It was taken from farther back. I could still see myself in the window clearly. I could also see the dark forms of at least eight people in our neighbor's driveway. They were all taking photographs of me as I posed nude in my window. Just before it ended it panned across the space between our houses and recorded the presence of the twins, staring at me in all my glory.

I watched it again, as disturbing as it was. I tried to make out details of the people taking my pictures from the ground. I was able to make out an additional figure. There had been nine of them, plus Cody and the twins. I tried to lighten the image but I still couldn't identify anyone. I did get one shock though. It looked like at least one of the people taking my picture had been a girl!

I glanced at the other emails. I had a few spam and a couple of emails from friends. But I wasn't in the mood. I shut it down and stretched out on my bed again.

I heard people stirring about an hour later. It occurred to me that I was still naked. I got up and put my robe on. I went through my closet and picked out a blouse and a skirt to wear when I went to meet Cody at ten o'clock. I was a little worried about how I was going to get out of the house dressed the way he required. But I wasn't up to thinking about that now.

There was a light tap on my door at a little before seven. I opened it to find my father standing there. He said, "I heard you stirring around a little while ago. I missed seeing you yesterday. Are you okay?"

I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak. I didn't feel like I had myself under control yet. He apologized for yesterday and said that mom still wasn't feeling well. He offered to make breakfast for me and Andy. I thanked him but I told him that I wasn't hungry.

My voice sounded odd, even to me. He looked at me funny for a minute. But then he said, "Okay. I'm going to be taking care of your mother. If you need anything let me know."

It was still more than two hours before it would be time to leave. I sat on the edge of the bed and worried about what today would be like. I didn't think there would be anyone hanging around the school on a Sunday morning. But it was such a public place.

I didn't know what Cody had planned. But that didn't seem like a very safe place to resume raping me. I suppose that he might just be planning to meet me there and take me somewhere else.

The worst thing about all of that waiting time was not dreading the horrors to come. I feared whatever it was that Cody had planned for me today. But whenever I didn't keep a tight rein on it, I could not keep my mind from reliving the long day of rape and pain and humiliation yesterday.

Cody and his three friends weren't using me for sexual gratification. I'm sure that they enjoyed the fucking and the sucking. But it was all about breaking me. Their goal was to turn me into a mindless sex slave.

They were succeeding.

I relived the events of yesterday several times until it was time for me to take a shower. I used some scissors to cut my little patch of pubic hair down to stubble. I looked at it sadly for a moment. Then I took a quick shower, used my razor to remove the remaining stubble, and got out and dried off. I examined myself in the mirror and I was very unhappy with the effect. But I had been broken yesterday. If had ordered me to paint my pussy purple I would have.

I brushed my teeth. I dried my hair. I put on a little lipstick and perfume. I'm not sure why. It was not my goal for those animals to desire me or to make myself more appealing.

I went to my room and took the pain killers I was pretty sure I was going to need. Then I put my skirt on. It was a miniskirt. But it probably wasn't short enough to please Cody. I doubt if any of my skirts were short enough to please him. Once I was out of the house I intended to roll the waist over a few times to shorten it. I put on my sheerest blouse. I looked at myself in my mirror. I had never worn this without a bra before. It wasn't meant to be worn that way. It was awful. I could see my nipples plainly. But how much of my body was exposed was no longer up to me. Nothing about the way I dressed was up to me anymore.

I slipped on a pair of pumps, gathered my cell phone and my keys and put them in a small purse. I stepped out of my room and listened to make sure that I could make it to the front door without anyone seeing the way I was dressed.

I heard music coming from Andy's room. My parent's door was still closed. I walked quietly down the hall and listened for any sign of anyone downstairs as I crept down the stairs. I got lucky. No one was downstairs. I was on my way out the door when I spotted my sweater hanging by the door. I grabbed it and went out and shut the door quietly. I checked to make sure my parents blinds were closed and looked around to see if any of the neighbors seemed to be paying attention.

It didn't look like there was anyone around paying any attention to me. I folded up my sweater and put it in the mailbox in case I needed it when I got home.

I started off down the street towards the school. It's only a ten minute walk and I had left myself an additional five minutes to spare. At the end of my street I turned down toward the school and after looking around I carefully turned the waist of my skirt up one turn. I stopped and checked it out in the reflection of a car window. It was too short. The question was would it be short enough to satisfy Cody?

I decided that once I turned onto the schoolyard I would turn it over one more time. Better safe than sorry.

I didn't pass anyone on the sidewalk. I did attract some attention from a couple of teenagers in a passing car. They saw me as they passed and quickly backed up. They tried very hard to talk me into going for a ride. When I ignored them they made some uncomplimentary, but fairly honest remarks, and then sped off.

4

When I reached the entrance to the student parking lot I turned in and headed towards the back of the school. I stopped when I was off of the road a little ways and rolled my waistband under one more time. I looked down at the results. I wasn't sure how exposed I was. I wished there was a mirror handy.

The student parking lot was empty. I began to wonder if I would get lucky and Cody would be a no-show. I walked through the parking lot and around to the back of the building. As soon as I rounded the corner I saw Cody's car parked near the loading dock. His windows are tinted and it was impossible to tell if anyone was inside. I didn't know where he wanted me to be. His email had just said to meet him in back of the school. I stood still for a minute. I half hoped he wouldn't show and I could leave. But I knew that if I did that I would suffer for it.

I started to walk over to his car. It didn't look like anyone was in it. But it occurred to me that he might be stretched out in the back or something. I hadn't taken two steps before a nearby door opened. It scared the shit out of me and I spun around to see Cody standing there. He waved me inside but I hesitated.

I saw the impatient look on his face but I said, "Cody! You'll get us expelled! We can't be in there!"

He gave me a dirty look and I caved. I walked to the door and when I was closer I whispered, "Cody! I don't want to get arrested for trespassing!"

He rolled his eyes and said, "You stupid cunt! Get your fucking ass in here! What did I tell you about giving me a hard time?!"

I entered the building and he let the door slam shut behind me. He lifted the back of my skirt and slapped the hell out of my ass.

I grabbed my ass and yelped in pain. He spun me around and looked me over. As his eyes moved over my body he said, "I'll take it easy on you since you did such a good job of dressing. That's just what I had in mind. The next time I tell you to do something and you don't immediately obey, you are going find out that I enjoy punishing you as much as I enjoy fucking your sorry ass."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hallway to the gym. He manhandled me through the door and half way across the gym floor before I realized that the janitor was standing against the wall watching us cross the room.

When I saw him I screamed and my feet stopped moving.

Cody jerked on my arm and muttered, "Christ you are a dumb cunt! How in the hell did you get out of the third grade?!"

He all but dragged me over to where the janitor was standing. The janitor, Mr. Petrie, was a nice old guy who I guess is in his sixties. I'm not that good at guessing older peoples ages. He is always friendly and all the kids like him. But the smile I saw on his face as I came to a stop in front of him was not the smile that I was used to seeing on his face.

He looked at my breasts through my sheer blouse and then he let his eyes travel down to my legs. I heard him mutter, "I'll be damned!"

He turned to Cody and said, "You got yourself a deal, son."

Cody grinned and said, "Strip, bitch."

My breath caught in my chest. I turned my head and looked at him in disbelief.

His face turned dark and he growled, "If I have to repeat myself..."

I gave in then. I didn't even want to hear the end of that sentence. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off. I looked around for somewhere to put it. Cody jerked it out of my hands and dropped it on a mat near his feet.

I couldn't bring myself to look at Mr. Petrie. I had known him for a few years now, since I entered junior high. Well, not known him. But I saw him every day at school. I always said hello to him. He was such a sweet old guy! I couldn't believe this was happening!

I slid my shoes off and then I fumbled with my skirt. I had to unroll it before I could get to the button. I got the button loose and pulled the zipper down and stepped out of my skirt.

Cody took my skirt from me and tossed it over with my blouse. Then he put his hand on my back and pushed me over to Mr. Petrie.

Mr. Petrie took me in his arms and said to Cody, "One hour, right?"

Cody replied, "Yeah. One hour today. We'll work out the rest later."

Mr. Petrie leaned down and kissed me on the lips, hard. His hands slid down my back and gripped my ass and squeezed. I was too shocked to even react. My mind couldn't quite wrap itself around what was happening here.

Mr. Petrie turned to Cody and he sounded confused when he said, "I thought you said she didn't mind, that she'd cooperate. She isn't doing this against her will is she?"

Cody chuckled and said, "She'll cooperate. Won't you, cunt? She's just a little shocked. She wasn't expecting this. Isn't that right, cunt?"

What was the use?! I reached up and put my arms around his neck and leaned my naked body against him.

He smiled and said, "That's more like it!"

He took my arm and let me through a door into Mrs. Wilson's office. Mrs. Wilson is the girl's basketball and volleyball coach. We went through the small office and into another small room in the back. This room contained, among other things, a bare cot where girls who weren't feeling well sometimes came to lie down for a few minutes.

As soon as we stepped inside, Mr. Petrie took some time to examine my body. He ran his hands over my breasts and down to my freshly shaved pussy. I was very self conscious about that. I had stared at myself in the mirror after I shaved it this morning. I looked like a little girl. I didn't like the look.

But Mr. Petrie did. He bent down and kissed my vulva and sniffed at it like an animal. He stood up at last and in a husky voice he said, "You look like little girl. But you smell like a woman."

He took my wrist and placed my hand against the bulge in his chinos and said, "I got this for that hot pussy of yours. Your friend said you can't get enough cock. We are going to see about that today."

He took his hand off of my wrist and started taking his clothes off. I held his bulging cock in my hand for a moment and then I thought, "Oh well, what the hell! He thinks he is going to fuck a slut. It isn't like I have a choice. And I had the impression that if he thought I was doing this against my will he would put a stop to it. I was too much afraid of Cody to let that happen."

I turned to face him and started helping him to undress. I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. I dropped to my knees and untied his boots. By the time I had them untied he had his shirt and his undershirt off. He placed his hand on the top of my head and lifted his feet while I removed his boots and his socks. Then I pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them.

There was a very large tent in his boxer shorts. I moved my hand over it for a moment and then I pulled his shorts down and off. His cock was even larger than Barry's.

He reached down and helped me to my feet. He took me in his arms and kissed me again. This time I returned his kiss. But I couldn't help thinking, "He's so fucking old! I didn't know guys this old still did it!" It was pretty creepy.

He kissed me and held me with his cock pressed up against my stomach while his hands roamed over my body. I was starting to wonder if this was all he had in mind when he turned me around and sat me down on the cot. He pushed me down over the bed on my back with my legs hanging over one side and my head hanging down over the other. He spread my legs apart and I guess he just looked at me for a long time. I couldn't see him and he didn't seem to be moving.

But then he leaned down and started kissing my pussy. He was gentle. He didn't hurt me and it quickly started feeling very good. He spread my pussy open and licked all around before sticking his tongue deep inside of me. He had an incredibly long tongue! I felt myself becoming aroused very quickly and in a very short time my butt came up off of that cot and I gripped his hair in my hands and pressed my pussy against his lips. I had the nicest orgasm yet. But he didn't stop. He kept eating me and I kept cumming on his tongue.

After a few minutes he lifted my legs and began doing the same thing to my tender asshole. I was nervous at first. And I was very self conscious about yet another person seeing that part of my anatomy. But as soon as he began to work on my asshole with his tongue and I realized how great it felt I stopped caring. I had no idea!

I started moaning and groaning and twisting around on the end of his tongue. After several minutes of that he reached around and began to tickle my clit lightly and I lost it big time! I came hard and I kept cumming for a very long time. I finally reached down and grabbed his wrist and begged him to stop.

He sat up and smiled down at me for a minute. His eyes enjoyed my body as I caught my breath. Then he stood up and said, "Time to trade places. Suck my cock and then after I cum I want you to get me hard again. I want to fuck you. But I want to last a long time. So first you have to suck me off because I have not been with a woman in a very long time. Cody said you'd do that. You don't mind? Right?"

For the first time I detected a faint accent. It sounded vaguely Eastern European, I couldn't tell much more than that. I had never noticed it before.

I nodded my head and got to my feet. My head was still spinning from what he had just done to me. But I waited for him to take my place on the cot and I dropped to my knees between his legs.

I reached up and grasped his cock and gently massaged it before I leaned forward and started licking his balls. Everything that I did made him gasp or groan in pleasure. I was fascinated by his cock. It was only slightly longer than Barry's. But it was incredibly thick. My hand looked like that of a little girl on his big cock. There was at least an inch between the tip of my middle finger and the tip of my thumb. It felt even hotter than the four cocks that raped me yesterday!

I finished licking his balls and began licking my way up his cock. I noticed another difference right away. The boys had all seemed to constantly leak large quantities of lube all afternoon.

Mr. Petrie had just a few drops clinging to the tip. I cradled his cock in my two hands and licked my way up the prominent vein on the underside of his cock and then I swirled my tongue around the head. He groaned loudly then and whispered something in a foreign language. I licked all around his cock for another minute or so and then I pursed my lips against the tip and slid them down over it.

His ass came up off of the cot and he cried out, "Oh mein gott!"

I slid my lips down over his huge knob and struggled to take more of his fat shaft into my mouth. I didn't get very far. I sucked and licked the knob and a small portion of the shaft and used my hand on his cock the way I had been taught yesterday.

I guess I was doing something right. He started shivering like he was freezing to death and suddenly his sperm flooded my mouth with no warning. The volume was unbelievable. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful and it just kept cumming. If it hadn't been for the mild taste I would have thought he was peeing in my mouth!

But it was cum and it was the nicest tasting cum I had experienced so far. It wasn't bitter and it didn't taste like bleach. It wasn't bad at all!

He finally tapered off after I had swallowed at least a half a dozen times. I held his cock in my mouth and I saw him lift his head and stare down at me with a look of amazement on his face. He shook his head in disbelief and then dropped his head back down. He sighed loudly and said, "Du bist eine engle!"

I didn't know what the hell he was saying. But he sounded pleased.

I took my mouth away from his cock and kissed the tip of it. Then I slowly started teasing his cock and his balls with my tongue. It quickly responded to my efforts and I watched it grow hard and long again.

As soon as his cock was erect he sat up and pulled me up onto his lap. He held me in his arms and hugged me affectionately. He caressed my breasts and kissed my face as if we were actually lovers. Then he stood up with me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. He turned around and gently placed me on the bed. He stood staring down at me with a strange look on his face. Then he got in the little cot with me and hovered over me. He leaned down and kissed me while his hard cock grazed lightly over my moist pussy. I was still very wet from being eaten so well a few minutes ago.

I felt him lining his cock up with my opening and slowly lowering himself down, sinking that big fat cock into my recently opened vagina. I was nervous at first. I had been really abused yesterday and his cock was nearly twice as large as the largest cock to enter me so far. But he was so gentle and he moved so slowly that there was never anything but pleasure. After my horrible initiation to sex yesterday, it was nice to find that it could be this exciting. And it was exciting!

That large organ seemed to go on and on. It dove deeper and deeper and stretched me in such a wonderful way. Mr. Petrie did everything very slowly and very deliberately after that. He teased me with every inch of his big cock. It never once caused me pain, not even at the very end when he started pounding into me as he neared orgasm. But by the time he reached that point he had been plumbing my depths for half an hour or so and I was primed. I needed to cum as much as he did. I had my arms and legs wrapped around him and I was lifting my hips to meet every thrust. Just before he came I cried out and then I bit down on his shoulder. I held his body tight against mine and I felt him shivering again, the way he had when I sucked his cock. I knew he was filling my pussy with another big load of hot cum. And I was glad! I wanted his cum inside of me. I don't even know why!

He stayed on top of me after his orgasm. His cock grew soft inside of me. He leaned down and kissed my face gently and whispered, "My sweet angel. You are just like my Renate. You look like her. You taste like her. You smell like her. Thank you, little Carin. For one hour you gave me my wife back."

I looked up and saw the tears in his eyes. I had been feeling awfully damned good there for a few minutes. But I didn't know how to handle this!

I whispered, "Who is Renate?"

He looked at me then as if he was seeing me for the first time. He sat up and I could tell that he felt uncomfortable. He sat on the side of the bed and I got up and got to my knees in front of him. I remembered well the lesson from yesterday. I leaned down to clean his cock but he stopped me with a look confusion on his face. I pushed his hand away gently and said, "I have to."

He watched in disbelief as I bent down and sucked his cock clean. The strange thing is that after yesterday it wasn't even hard to do.

I sucked his cock clean and licked his large, hairy ball sack clean. Then I sat up and repeated my question. "Who is Renate?"

He cradled my head with his large hands and quietly replied, "My wife. Renate was my wife. We lived in East Germany a long time ago. We wanted to be free. One night we try to escape and they shoot us. She died. I wanted to die. But I got better. Then I tried again. I didn't care if I died. But I got across. I came to this country a long time ago. I was a teacher in my country. But I couldn't do that here. Now I do this. I can still be in the schools and I can be with the children. You look like my Renate. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I know it was wrong. Sometimes I am weak."

I felt so sad for him I almost cried! I reached up and put my arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. Somehow I didn't see an old janitor anymore. I saw a sad man who lived a tragic life and was lonely. He missed his wife who had been murdered by border guards because she wanted to be free.

He seemed to come back to the present then. He shook himself and gently pulled my arms free. His expression seemed to get even sadder then. He ran his fingers through my hair and said softly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I know it was wrong. But when I saw you ... when Cody told me that I could be with you ... I was weak. Carin, I don't know why you are letting him do these things to you. He is not a good person. You should stay away from him and not let him tell you what to do. I cannot help you. I wish very much that I could. But I cannot."

I wasn't sure what he meant. I assumed that he meant that he couldn't save me from Cody. He still thought that I was willingly doing the things that Cody made me do. But I already knew that no one could help me. I smiled wryly and said, "I know that you can't. Don't worry. It's okay. Cody is my problem. I'm doing what I have to do."

He shook his head and said, "It isn't right."

Then he said, "My hour is over. Go back to him now. Be strong."

It didn't ease my mind that he seemed to be afraid of Cody too.

I got up and looked around for my clothes. It was a moment before I remembered that they were still out in the gym. I went to the door but before I left I said, "I enjoyed that, Mr. Petrie. Thanks for being so gentle. You are a wonderful lover."

That seemed to make him even sadder. He looked like he was going to cry! I opened the door and went through Mrs. Wilson's office and out into the gym. Now I knew why Mr. Petrie was so upset. He knew what was waiting for me.

I came to a sudden stop as soon as I entered the gym. The first thing I saw was Lisa Reynolds. She was standing just a few feet from me with an ugly leer on her face. She had Cody's movie camera up and ready. She started filming as soon as I stepped through the door.

I had second to realize that she was probably one of the people taking pictures of me in the nude last night. Then my attention was drawn to the large group of boys gathered on the bottom three rows of the bleachers in the corner.

Cody, Harris, Tim and Barry were there. There were eight other boys with them. They were all classmates of mine. I had known most of them since kindergarten. I had yet to go on my first date. But I was about to have sex with nearly a quarter of the boys in my class! I guess I was about to have sex with them. Is gang rape sex? Close enough I guess.

I looked at Cody. He had a huge smile on his fucking face. He was having a ball already and the action hadn't even started. He was probably getting high on his power trip, just from looking at my face as I realized what was about to happen.

He waved me over to where they were sitting and as I crossed the room he asked with a sneer in his voice, "Did you have fun, cunt? How do you like fucking old men?"

I was tempted to tell him the truth. Compared to fucking him and his friends it had been a hell of a lot of fun. But despite what he always says about me, I'm not that stupid. I just shrugged and quietly said, "I did what you wanted."

I stood in front of him and looked at the faces of the other boys. I saw that look guys get on each of their faces, the lust, the need. It made me sick. I was even more embarrassed that so many of the boys I knew were now a part of my degrading life. But the humiliation I felt knowing that Lisa was watching and filming added a multiplier of ten. I didn't understand why she was here. She was my friend!

Or at least she used to be my friend. I thought she was anyway.

Most of these boys had been my friends too. And they had never seemed that close to Cody and his crowd. I can understand that he would choose them for that reason. He would get a kick out of how humiliating it was for me. But I didn't understand why they were going along. Did so many boys want to get laid so badly that they would rape a friend?!

But then, I had no idea what Cody had told them. For all I knew they might think this was my idea!

Cody quietly suggested, "Carin, why don't you invite the boys to join you on the mats for a little fucking and sucking. I told them you were feeling very horny today and you would do whatever they wanted for as long as they wanted. No limits. That's right, isn't it Carin?"

I looked up at the greedy, lustful faces staring at me. Very few of them even noticed my face. They were staring at my tits and my pussy and they all looked like they were about to start drooling.

I glanced over at the mats and shuddered. They looked cold. I turned back to the guys. They were all waiting for the magic words. I started to speak but my voice broke. I cleared my throat and said, "Would you guys care to join me on the mats?"

They all scrambled out of the bleachers and ran for the mats. They started tearing their clothes off and piling them around the outside of one of the mats. I started to turn and join them on the mat but Cody stopped me. He looked at me with that arrogant sneer and said, "Anything they say, cunt. I gave them my word. Don't make a liar out of me. And don't worry about me and my friends. You can take care of us later."

I turned and started for the mat. Most of the guys were already down to their jockeys. A couple of them were naked. They all seemed to have hard ons already. And Lisa was standing to the side, filming it all. She still had that look on her face. I had no idea why she seemed to be taking so much pleasure in what they were doing to me.

I stepped onto the mat and several of the boys crowded around me and began groping my body. I was pretty sure that most of the guys were still virgins. This was going to be a long afternoon!

As the guys crowded around and those that could reach groped my body I couldn't help looking at them and thinking about memories that were about to be overwritten. I remembered having a crush on Tony in the sixth grade. I remembered playing kickball and softball with Todd. I remembered seventh grade science projects with Steve. All those innocent memories from our childhood were being wiped away by an afternoon gangbang, gang rape actually. And they didn't even realize it.

From now on when I looked at them in class I would see their leering faces. I would see their hard cocks and I would remember the taste of their cum. And I would see in their faces what they were remembering when they looked at me.

The guys that were on the outside of the circle around me started complaining about being left out and someone decided to get things started. I was pushed to my knees and a cock was thrust at my face. I started sucking, to the accompanying cheers of the other boys. But I had only just started when the cock in my mouth was pulled out. It was only then that I had a chance to look and see who had stuck his cock in my face, not that it mattered. It was Jason. I had tutored Jason in algebra to get him through the ninth grade.

I was placed on my hands and knees. Jason dropped to his knees in front of me and soon I was sucking his cock again. Someone was getting into position behind me and trying to find my pussy with his hard cock. Thank goodness I was already wet from my hour with Mr. Petrie.

Whoever was behind me kept poking around, painfully missing the hole. Finally I looked back to see who it was. It was Reid, another guy I considered my friend. I reached back and guided his cock into me. Except for the two boys fucking my face and my pussy the others all stepped back to give us room, and to get a better view I suppose. Lisa moved around constantly with the camera, recording everything.

The things that were happening here didn't turn me on. The sex wasn't fun or even pleasant. But at least they weren't being any rougher than you might expect of a bunch of teenage boys getting laid for the first time. They weren't trying to hurt me the way Cody and his friends did. I tried to think of something else and let them have just my body until it was over. But I couldn't help thinking about what school and social activities were going to be like for me now.

From now on I could never go to a party, not that I would be invited. I could never have a boyfriend. Any boy that asked me out would only want one thing. But I suppose that I would still be under Cody's thumb for the rest of my time in high school. The odds are that all of my dates would include more than one boy and the only place I would be going would be on my back, or my hands and knees.

I started feeling sorry for myself again. But I struggled to hold back the tears. These guys all thought that I was doing this because I was a slut. I didn't want them to think that. But I was more afraid of Cody than I was of the damage to my reputation. That was shot already. And this was just day two! By the end of the month I wouldn't be surprised if Cody had given me to every boy in the class.

I was distracted when Jason started pounding his cock into my mouth. He had been taking it easy and letting me suck his cock. But now that he was nearing orgasm he had a firm grip on my head and he was fucking my face a little too violently. His cock started slamming into the back of my throat and I had to get a better grip on his cock with my hand to keep him from trying to ram it down my throat.

It was over pretty quickly. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it easily. I was surprised at how quickly it had become easy to let a boy cum in my mouth and swallow it.

Jason was in no hurry to remove his softening cock from my mouth. He waited while his cock deflated and drained onto my tongue. The other boys were all anxious for their turns. He was getting a lot of static from them. He just smiled a very satisfied smile and said, "Fuck you guys. Just hold on. You'll all get your turn. You'll all get your turn as many times as you want it. Cody said we could fuck her all we want until we can't get it up anymore."

But he pulled his cock free and moved out of the way. There was a minor scuffle and Derrick took his place. Behind me, meanwhile, I hadn't been aware that Reid was cumming until he pulled his cock out of me and someone took his place. I didn't even look to see who it was. It didn't matter.

They all had roughly the same cock. All were between six and seven inches long and about the same circumference. There were differences of course. Some were a little larger and some were a little smaller. I saw an uncircumcised cock for the first time. There were two of them. There were minor differences in the way their cum tasted. But it was all cum and it all tasted just about the same.

None of them tried to fuck my ass. I don't know if that was because it didn't occur to them or because Cody had said something to them. I was grateful, whichever the case was. My ass was still very sore.

Some of them were pretty rough with their hands while they fucked me or I sucked them. But nobody really hurt me.

My pussy got sore after about an hour. But that only lasted for an hour or so. For the next two hours after that I was pretty much numb.

The only real hard part for me was my mouth, my jaw. I got so tired of sucking cocks that my jaw was getting slack. I could hardly grip them. That became a problem because I needed to apply the pressure to get them to cum and to keep them from trying to fuck my throat.

The boys kept going around and around. I lost track of how many times. They must have all used me front and back at least four times all together. As bad as yesterday had been I had at least been given a few minutes to rest every now and then. Not now, not with all of these boys. As soon as one of them finished there always seemed to be another hard cock ready to take his place.

And on top of everything else, my knees were getting sore! It felt like I was wearing the skin off of them as they pushed me back and forth across the mat.

Before the four hour gang rape finally ended I started crying quietly. I couldn't help it. I hurt so much. I didn't even care about the humiliation anymore. Just the pain.

Cody finally called a halt to it at three o'clock. Four fucking hours! From the time I had come back out from Mrs. Wilson's office until it ended was four fucking hours!

They boys didn't complain when he told them time was up. I guess they had all gotten plenty of satisfaction. They started looking around for their clothing and then they stood around me, staring down at me and getting dressed.

I didn't move at first. I wasn't sure that I could. Lisa filmed the mess they had made of me in the back and then came around and filmed my face with the tears streaming down my cheeks. She still had that ugly look on her face.

I looked up at her and whispered, "I thought we were friends?"

She didn't say anything. She turned off the camera and went over and sat down next to Cody. I looked down at the mess between my knees. There was a large puddle of cum there. It was cooling and had turned from milky white slime to a clear liquid.

I rolled over onto my side and when I finally moved from that position I discovered that nearly every muscle in my body ached. My knees were actually red and raw. I rolled over onto my back, ignoring the boys who still stood around me. They were dressed now, but they still hadn't gotten enough of me. If Cody had not stopped them there is no way of knowing how long it would have lasted.

Cody finally got up and came over to where I was recuperating on the mat. He asked the boys if they had all had a good time. They replied enthusiastically. He reminded them that the movie would be available in a few days and more or less ordered them out. The turned and left the gym, talking excitedly among themselves.

After the door closed behind them the sudden silence in the gym was strange, but restful. I couldn't relax though. I didn't know what else Cody had planned for me.

It wasn't what I expected. He took the camera from Lisa and stepped back. She smiled at him and said, "Remember what I told you!"

He grinned and answered, "I promise. I won't get your face."

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