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update oct 28. - 2011

Another story by Vulgus
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The Foster Child
By Vulgus (M+/ff, nc, frug, incest, interr, blackml, humil, gang, prostitution)

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.
Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com.

A young woman's sister and brother-in-law take in a fifteen year old foster child. He's a devious and very evil boy. Before very long he takes control over his foster parents and then ensnares our heroine

....chap 1

I love my sister. Cassy and I were never really that close because of the difference in our ages. Not as close as most sisters. Not at first anyway. I was a late and unexpected arrival. My sister was already eight years old when I was born. Until I arrived she was an only child. Cassy was always more of a mother figure, or at least a babysitter than a sister to me. It was a long time before I was anything but an added responsibility to her. We very seldom played together, or at least not until I was older and we could enjoy the same board games.

She was a good sister, though. She loves me and there was never any question about that. She was patient. She watched out for me and helped me with life's little problems when she could. I suppose it was inevitable that there would be friction between us from time to time. No one likes being bossed around. But I doubt if we fought as much as siblings who are closer in age. There was always a lot of love between us.

We weren't exactly peers. There were a lot of things we never got to do together because of our age difference. But eventually I came to realize that I couldn't have asked for a better sister.

Our relationship changed when she married Joe. I suppose that's inevitable. But I think it had more to do with him than with her. I never quite knew how to take Joe. He's reasonably good looking, though he doesn't appeal to me. He's intelligent. He graduated from a good university and went right to work for a very reputable firm making pretty good money. Cassy loves him so I guess he's alright.

But I always thought that there was something about him that was ... I don't know. It was like something was missing. Or maybe it was more along the lines that I got the impression he was keeping something from us, or from her. As if he had a secret.

It probably wasn't fair since I had nothing upon which to base my opinion. It may only have been that I resented him for coming between my sister and me. But whatever the reason, my opinion of him didn't change as time passed.

I didn't say anything, of course. I tried very hard to keep my feelings to myself. But it wasn't just me. I was well aware that for some reason he was always uncomfortable around me, too. Now that I think about, maybe that was the problem!

In a very good example of very bad timing my parents died not long before I graduated from high school. The official version of the accident report said that dad probably fell asleep at the wheel one night on the way home from a night out with mom and he ran into a tree.

I remain unconvinced. Dad wasn't the sort of man to fall asleep at the wheel. I've always suspected that he was run off the road. Probably not on purpose, of course. My parents didn't have an enemy in the world. Probably by a drunk or by some kid driving the way teenage boys like to drive.

But I can't prove it didn't happen just the way they say it did. I suppose it doesn't really matter. Or at least that's what I tell myself. In any event, the important thing is that they're gone now.

I have to admit that Joe was wonderful in that time of need. He took care of their final affairs, making the final arrangements and taking care of probate. He filed the claims with the insurance companies and let Cassy and I get on with our grieving.

I moved in with them until a month later when I graduated from high school. Thanks to the insurance policies my parents had I could have gone to college. But it would have been a waste of money. I was never really a good student, despite Cassy's best efforts to tutor me and force me to apply myself. I was never going to do well enough to get a college education. I'm the sort of person about whom it is said, "She isn't really college material."

After I graduated from high school I very quickly found a good job with a company that plans parties. I figure that if there's anything I know how to do it's how to party.

I was starting at the bottom. But it's a small company and I didn't intend to stay at the bottom. Neither of the two women who own the company that hired me went to college. They're doing well. I saw no reason why I shouldn't. I was willing to work hard and learn the business from the bottom up.

As soon as I found a job I moved into an apartment. I still stayed close to Cassy. I ate dinner with her and Joe at least once a week. But I never really got close to Joe. Not even when I was staying with them.

Not long after I moved in with them I one thing about him that annoyed me. I didn't like the way he talked to Cassy. He treated her like a child. He was constantly giving her orders and even worse, he was forever correcting her. He seemed to find fault with just about everything she did or said.

Once when Cassy and I were alone together I suggested that they should do something about it, get counseling or at the very least have a nice, hot argument. She never seemed to complain, even when he did it at the most embarrassing times like in front of a waiter when we went out to dinner.

Eventually I realized that she didn't just tolerate it. Joe was as much a daddy to her as he was a husband! She wanted a father figure in her life, someone to treat her like a child!

It seemed unhealthy to me. But whenever I tried to talk to her about it she just shrugged it off. I think she was more embarrassed that I wanted her to confront him and act more like an adult than by the actual behavior of her husband!

I wondered sometimes if she wanted Joe to be a father figure to her now to make up for all the years she functioned almost as a surrogate mother to me. Taking care of me really cut into her childhood. I felt guiltier than ever whenever I thought about it. I think that as a result I began to take it a little easier on Joe, though it wasn't always easy.

Another big change in Cassy's life, the thing that really began to drive a wedge between us, came about after they'd been married for nearly five years. They were trying to get pregnant but not having much luck.

After convincing Joe that they needed to talk to a doctor about it they discovered that although Joe isn't completely sterile, he wasn't putting enough tadpoles to work to get the job done. And the ones he did produce were a bit too lethargic to do more than paddle around for a little while where Joe deposited them. They didn't even try to swim upstream.

They tried everything except artificial insemination, a method with which Joe had a big problem. He didn't want some other man's sperm in his wife's womb no matter how it got there.

They started looking into adoption but were discouraged for a lot of reasons which Cassy didn't want to talk about, at least not with me. But they were told by the people they talked to that there was path to obtaining a child that might work for them. That was when she and Joe decided to start taking in foster kids.

My initial reaction was that taking in a foster kid or two seemed like a noble thing to do. I was less convinced when I med the boy that The Department of Social Services put in their home. They showed up at Joe and Cassy's door one day with a fifteen year old black gangster! The kid was sullen and, at least when I was around, he seemed very threatening. The kid is bigger and stronger than Joe and, not to put too fine a point on it, he scares the shit out of me.

They told Joe and Cassy almost nothing about the kid's background. Only that they had been forced to remove him from the home and that they couldn't put him in a home with other children.

That in itself struck me as sounding pretty ominous.

I tried to keep an open mind. I wanted to like the kid, if for no other reason than to please Cassy. It wasn't going well. He never said anything to me that I could report as being objectionable and not come away sounding like I was picking nits. Not at first, anyway. It was more his demeanor that made me very uncomfortable.

For one thing, after spending months getting to know him I doubt very seriously if he could pick me out in a line up. He never saw my face! He openly stared at my boobs whenever we were in the same room. He didn't glance at them. He stared!

And the things he said! Calling them innuendos is being generous. Every time he opened his mouth the things he said bordered on sexual harassment! And it wasn't just directed at me. He talked to Cassy the same way!

At first I waited for her to say something to him. Or better yet, to call DSS and have them come and get the little pervert. But Cassy only blushed and ignored his rude behavior. I wondered if she thought that he just needed to get it out of his system or something. But I bit my tongue for as long as I was able. I thought I owed her that.

I continued going to their house for dinner once a week for several months after Ty, his full name is Tyquan Brown, came to live with them. But each time I returned to their home not only was his behavior more objectionable, but I began to notice changes in my sister and Joe that I found disturbing. Every time I showed up for dinner it seemed more and more like Ty was in charge!

I tried to talk to Cassy about it but just as with everything else that I perceived as a problem in her life she wouldn't discuss it. What was more disturbing, though, was that she didn't deny it! The situation in their home was way beyond creepy by that time. It was scary.

Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I told Cassy that if she wanted to meet for lunch I'd be happy to make time for her. But until they either got rid of Ty or got him under control I wasn't going to be coming back for dinner anymore.

She seemed very upset when I told her I didn't want to be around Ty anymore. If I didn't know better I'd have said she was scared. But his constant staring, his foul language and his ever more obscene remarks, all unchecked by Cassy and Joe, were extremely offensive.

I was totally honest. I told her how I felt about Ty and his crude behavior and I also pointed out that the change in the way she and her husband acted scared the hell out of me.

I saw that kid order them around, both of them! And they did whatever he asked ... I mean demanded of them! It was sickening but I didn't know what to do about it. All I could do was stay away.

Cassy tried to assure me that everything was fine. She begged me not to stop coming to dinner. Again, she sounded scared. It was as though she feared she'd get in trouble if I didn't show up once a week to be sexually harassed by the boy who was supposed to be in their charge but who seemed to have reversed that relationship.

Nearly a month went by without hearing from my sister. I felt bad. But I couldn't bring myself to return to their home until that boy was gone. I missed my sister, though, and one day I called to invite Cassy to lunch.

There was only silence on the phone for the longest time. I assumed she was thinking about it. But later I found myself wondering if she was asking Ty for permission. I had no reason to think that. But the last time I went to their home he was much more the parent than the child in that house.

After an uncomfortably long pause, Cassy sighed and said that she couldn't. She was too busy. But she begged me to come for dinner.

I restated my objections to Ty and his outrageous behavior and that was pretty much the end of the conversation.

After reaching out and being rebuffed, I resolved to wait until my sister called me. I had done all that I could reasonably be expected to do to stay in touch. I feared that it would be a long time before I saw or heard from Cassy again. So I was pleasantly surprised when only a week and a half later she called.

I hoped that she was calling to invite me to lunch in a café in town. Or better yet to tell me that Ty was gone. But no such luck. She called to tell me that she and Joe had to go out of town to some company function in a resort town in the southeast. They were flying down in a company jet and attendance was mandatory. Her problem was that no children were allowed. She was calling me because she was desperate to get someone to stay with Ty.

I flat out refused. I told her to take him back to DSS or hire someone from Craig's List. She wouldn't even consider those options and I began to find myself backed into a corner by her pitiful begging and the desperation in her voice.

More than anything in the world I didn't want to do this for her. I can't stand that kid and I was quite honestly afraid of him. I don't think I was overreacting. I felt as if I had every reason to feel threatened by the little pervert.

Cassy insisted that he had changed, that he was much better behaved now. I didn't believe it for a minute. But I owed a lot to my big sister and in the end I found it impossible to say no. I held my nose and agreed to watch him from after work on Friday until I went to work on Monday morning. But I warned her that the first time things got out of hand I was calling DSS. I wasn't going to put up with his crap.

She promised breathlessly that he had given his word he would behave. I packed a bag to take to work with me the next day. I would drive straight to Cassy's house after work.

Cassy's promises that Ty had reformed did nothing to reassure me. All that evening and the next day at work I felt my fear of that fifteen year old boy grow. The idea of being alone in the house with him until I went to work next Monday made my blood run cold.

Several times throughout the next day at work I nearly called Cassy and told her that I just couldn't do what she asked. But each time, before I could make the call I reminded myself of how much my sister did for me when we were growing up. She sacrificed a lot of her own childhood to serve as a stand-in mother for me. She helped me with my school work when the teachers couldn't get me to understand something. If it weren't for her I might not have graduated.

But she did much more than that. She contributed more to my education than help with algebra and science. She filled me in on sex when my hormones started raging. She answered all my questions, even the ones I didn't know enough to ask. I knew what to expect as I went through puberty thanks to Cassy.

Better than that, she told me about masturbation. She made it clear that it was normal, that everyone does it, and even told me how she did it. And when I finally reached the point that I was starting to think that having sex with a boy might not be such a bad thing after all, she took me to the clinic and made the embarrassing process of getting birth control pills bearable.

The big day, or night, finally arrived when I was fifteen and Doug Taylor was all too happy to relieve me of my virginity. Later, when I confided in her, Cassy assured me that everything that happened was normal.

She explained that it wasn't really Doug's fault that the experience wasn't all that I expected it to be. She told me that Doug probably knew even less about sex than I did. As far as he knew, foreplay consisted of getting my clothes off and groping my boobs, probably for the first time in his life, too.

As unsatisfying as sex with Doug had been, though, it was still extremely exciting. I discovered that being touched by a boy was every bit as exciting as I thought it would be. And the thrill I got when he undressed me and I stood naked in front of a boy for the first time was almost enough in itself to make the experience worthwhile.

There were several more boys with whom I shared that experience before graduation. As my lovers and I grew older and began to acquire some skills in the area, the experience gradually improved. I lost my fear of male sex organs and even began to grow fond of them.

Cassy advised me on oral sex, too. I can't claim to be an expert yet. But I'm getting better. I've even reached the point that I swallow now, though it isn't always easy. I still gag sometimes.

That all makes it sound like I'm quite a slut and I have sex a lot. I don't. I've only been with five boys in school and with one man after graduation. I learned from that last experience that graduating from high school doesn't give a male any special insight into pleasing a woman.

Lately I've been too busy to go out and meet men because of my new job. I suppose if I'm honest I have to admit that I'd probably have been with more of them if I had the opportunity. I do enjoy sex. I enjoy it even when it isn't all that good. I can't help but think that I have my sister to thank for that, too.

My fondness for sex wasn't all that I had to thank Cassy for. On more than one occasion she convinced a bully giving me a hard time that it was in his or her best interests to leave me alone. I could probably go on for several pages listing the things that she has done for me. But because of all those things I now felt obligated to repay her by watching Ty for her. It was one hell of a price to pay. But it's the first time I can remember her ever asking me for anything. As onerous as her request is, I know that I have to do this for her.

For all those reasons I found myself driving toward my sister's house after work with a knot in my stomach like you wouldn't believe.

Cassy met me at the door and gave me a huge hug. We haven't seen each other for almost a month and a half and we both felt bad about that. She thanked me for coming but something about the way she was behaving just didn't seem right. She had trouble looking me in the eyes and she was blushing. But she tried to act normal as she and Joe rushed around preparing to leave for the airport and the plane bound for Hilton Head.

I couldn't help but notice that Joe was also behaving even more strangely than usual. For a change he wasn't ordering Cassy around. And he wouldn't look me in the eyes, either. As strange as Joe's subdued behavior was that was nothing compared to the blithe response I got when I asked about rules and guidelines for Ty.

Joe went past me, carrying their suitcases out to the car. Cassy tried to cover up a guilty look on her face with a pasted on smile and said, "Oh, that's alright. He knows the rules and he promised to behave."

I stood there with my mouth open as she hurried out before I could sputter out a shocked response!

After closing the front door I turned to find Ty staring at me from the door to the living room with a huge smile on his face. He glanced at my breasts, but only briefly. Then he looked me in the eyes and said, "Dinner is almost ready. Come on into the dining room and have a seat."

He almost sounded normal! And only a glance at my breasts! I don't know why he finds my chest so interesting. It isn't like I have huge boobs. I'm a small woman and my breasts are a nice, full, B cup. They're perfectly proportioned for my small frame. But they don't deserve all the attention Ty has been giving them since he came to live with Joe and Cassy.

I followed him into the dining room and he shocked me again when he held the chair out for me. There was a respectable bottle of red wine on the table, already open and breathing. From it he poured me a glass of wine for which I was very grateful. He sounded so mature, so reasonable when he said that he was glad I agreed to come over and take care of him.

He seemed to put a little too much emphasis on his words when he said "take care of" him. But it may have just been my imagination.

I took a sip of my wine and he went out to the kitchen. He returned quickly, making two trips with a mouth watering roast, gravy, mashed potatoes and creamed corn. Cassy had gone all out before she left!

Ty tried to set my mind at rest while we ate. He was on his best behavior all through dinner. He asked me about my work, though I knew he couldn't care less. He spoke a little of current events. I got the impression that he had selected a few topics for discussion from the newspaper just for this occasion. He didn't really seem very well informed on any subject.

Throughout our delicious meal he kept his eyes off of my boobs and made none of his usual suggestive remarks. I might have even relaxed a little if I wasn't certain that he was acting totally out of character and I wasn't equally certain that he was just trying to calm my fears so that he could pull something on me the moment I let my guard down.

As the meal progressed I did begin to relax despite my misgivings. I didn't totally trust Ty. And I was still not happy about being roped into being here. I was especially unhappy about being alone in the house with this obvious delinquent. Despite all that, I enjoyed my meal, drank far more than I should have of the delicious wine, and I began to feel a strange, warm sense of wellbeing come over me.

I sat there after the meal was finally finished thinking that I should get up and put the leftovers away. But I couldn't seem to make myself move. Not until Ty said, "Laura. Clear off the table and join me in the living room. I'll bring your wine."

For some reason I can't remember finding it at all strange that he was telling me what to do. And merely hearing the words from his mouth gave me the necessary impetus to stand and clear off the table. I put the leftovers away and added the dishes to the dirty dishes already waiting in the dishwasher. I turned it on and calmly joined Ty in the living room.

Ty was sitting on the couch. I retrieved my wine glass from the coffee table and sat in a comfortable chair facing him. He continued to behave himself. He sat there smiling. His smile seemed a bit too smug, a little too confident for some reason. But my warning bells were no longer ringing.

We sat across from each other in silence. He watched me drink my wine until my glass was empty. He got to his feet and refilled it without asking if I wanted more. I had already exceeded my limit. But I found that I really did want another glass.

Ty bent over and refilled my glass. But before he straightened up he whispered, "I want you to come over and sit beside me."

Looking back, I can remember what I was thinking at that moment. Obviously I was drugged. He'd put something in my wine. But whatever he gave me it didn't seem to have the effects I've heard about from those date rape drugs guys use that knock a girl out. It wasn't so much that I wasn't aware or that I blacked out. I was a bit confused and I seemed to be functioning in a strangely comfortable fog. But I was totally aware, totally conscious, and unfortunately I still vividly remember everything that happened to me. At the time, though, I just didn't seem to find anything objectionable!

No. On second thought, I did find the things he made me do objectionable. But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to voice my objections.

I knew immediately that he wanted more than an intimate conversation. Yet I can remember feeling almost as though it were my idea! I stood up and carried my glass across the room. With no further urging I sat down right beside Ty.

He did nothing. He didn't grab me. He didn't put his arm around me. He didn't say anything. Even his expression remained bland. He sat and watched me sip my wine. Not a word passed between us until I finished my wine and put the empty glass on the coffee table.

I looked to Ty as if waiting for another instruction, another order. His expression never changed. He looked almost as if he wondered why I had come across the room to sit beside him.

But after a brief, somewhat uncomfortable silence he finally did give me another order. He whispered in a voice so low I almost didn't hear it, "I want you to put your arms around me and kiss me. After a few minutes I want you to ask me to make love to you."

I wasn't so far gone that those orders didn't cause a strong inner struggle. I knew that was wrong. I knew that I didn't want to do either of those things. But he whispered, "Smile."

And I did.

Then he whispered, "Now."

I leaned closer, put my arms around his neck and began to kiss him. I was surprised that he didn't put his arms around me and start groping me immediately. He didn't even return my kiss!

I maintained that awkward kiss for a minute or two before I pulled back. I was just about to say the line he'd fed me a few minutes ago when he suddenly exclaimed, "Miss Parsons! You know I'm only fifteen! Why'd you do that?!"

My confused mind could only think to say what he told me to say.

"I want you to make love to me."

He apparently wasn't pleased with my delivery. He frowned at me for a moment. But it was a much too brief moment. He finally put his arms around me and this time when our lips met the kiss was mutual.

This time his hands began to explore. His fingers finally closed on the boobs he's been so fascinated with since the first time he saw them. He groped me through my thin summer dress and lacy bra for several minutes before his hand slid down to rest on my knee.

I gasped into his mouth as his hand began to slowly slide up under my dress. It has been a long time and I like being touched by a member of the opposite sex. But not this way! Not by him and not when I can't say no. And I really couldn't! I tried! I struggled to say no, to say stop. I wanted desperately to push him away.

I did none of those things. I sat still, holding that kiss with a passion I didn't feel while the tips of this monster's fingers began to move over my vulva, feeling the heat from the most intimate part of my body through my pantyhose and my panties.

An involuntary shiver ran through me as his hand cupped my sex and pressed against me, rubbing lightly over the most sensitive area of my highly aroused body. When I realized that was the case, when I became aware of how turned on I had suddenly become I was even more shocked. Surely I wasn't reacting to this boy! I was about to be raped! How could I possibly be experiencing those feelings?!

Ty finally pulled away and sat up straight. He grinned at me, a totally evil grin. He whispered, "I've got you now, bitch! Stand up and get undressed for me. I wanna see what you got. I wanna see it all. Let's see how you compare to your big sister.

"As soon as you're naked, hold out your arms and tell me again that you want me to make love ... no, tell me that you want me to fuck you. And don't forget to smile."

As much as anything else, the suggestion that he has had Cassy in this same situation blew my mind. But I knew as I heard him speak that he was telling the truth. This juvenile delinquent has had sex with my sister!!

The next realization was even more damning. Following immediately on the realization that this boy has had sex with my sister was the sudden awareness that Cassy and Joe knew what was happening to me at this very moment!

THEY FUCKING KNEW!!

I remembered their guilty expressions, the way they couldn't look me in the eye. They were blushing as they scurried out of the house. They brought me here for this boy to rape! My sister did this to me!

I think that Ty must have been able to detect how much I was struggling. I wasn't fighting him. Not yet. But he must have seen something in my eyes that he didn't like. He leaned forward and poured more wine in my glass. He sat back and grinned when he saw in my eyes how much I didn't want to drink it. But I didn't hesitate when he nodded toward my glass and said, "Drink your wine. We have plenty of time."

TIME! Oh Christ! I'm supposed to spend the entire weekend here! I can't. I won't! Just as soon as whatever it is he has given me has worn off I'm out of here. Let the cops put this fucking criminal in prison where he belongs!

But even as those thoughts went through my mind I reached out and picked up my drink. I sipped slowly but Ty didn't seem to be in a hurry. He smiled as he ran his eyes over my body, no doubt anticipating a long night of sex.

I suppose that all women worry about being raped. But to be honest, I never really gave it much thought. It was something that happens to other women. I was too smart to ever let it happen to me. Only now it was.

As I sipped my wine I took a moment to analyze my feelings. I found that I wasn't scared. I was furious. I was even more furious because of the frustration of being unable to express myself. I was unable to do anything but obey. Standing before the teenage boy who was about to rape me I was forced to smile and submit like an automaton. Through the wonders of modern pharmaceuticals he has turned me into a living, breathing sex toy!

I emptied my glass and put it down. I immediately felt the effects of another dose of whatever drug he put in the wine. I was still totally aware. But not only was I totally unable to resist his will, I was aware that it didn't bother me as much anymore that this boy was going to rape me. What in the hell could make a woman feel as though she didn't care if she were raped?!

Any concerns I had seemed to evaporate as I reached behind my back and worked the zipper on my dress down. Well, maybe not exactly evaporate. I was still aware of my true feelings. But they were veiled by the drug. It was as though I could see my true feelings but they were just out of my reach in the haze that surrounded my brain.

I shrugged out of the top of my dress and slid it down my arms. It fell away and hung from my waist. I saw the excitement and the anticipation in Ty's eyes and it made me feel helpless. At the same time I felt dirty, as if this was somehow my fault. I wanted to look away. I tried. But I couldn't. I continued to look him right in the eyes as I hooked my thumbs under my waistband and slid my dress down over my hips and let it fall to the floor.

I stepped out of it and pushed it out of the way with my foot. I eased my feet out of my shoes and paused to take a few deep breaths and calm myself before continuing. The predatory look in Ty's eyes was making this even more difficult than it might normally have been if he were just sitting there smiling normally. This boy is feral and dangerous. I've known it since I met him. Even the drug he put in my wine couldn't totally tamp down the fear I was experiencing because of the way he was looking at me like his next meal.

I experienced a few seconds of increased confusion after removing my shoes. I couldn't think of what to do next. There was really only one option. The pantyhose were the only garment I could remove and still retain a modicum of cover.

Of course it didn't matter. I'd be naked soon enough. But it was a hard reality to accept, even in my drugged state. I had no choice but to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

I rolled the waistband of my pantyhose down over my hips. When the crotch came away from my body I pushed them down my legs and carefully worked them off of my feet. I was surprised by how easily I retained my balance despite the drugs and all the wine I've consumed.

I tossed the wadded up pantyhose onto the puddle of material that was the dress I wore today. There was nothing for it now but to finally bare to his leering eyes the breasts that have fascinated Ty for so long. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra with a surprisingly steady touch. I couldn't understand why I wasn't shaking with fear and anger. The drugs I suppose. They must be suppressing those things in me.

I didn't even experience the revulsion I expected as my breasts were finally exposed to my sister's juvenile delinquent. I finally saw his expression change when his eyes fell on my naked breasts. But I couldn't take pride from his reaction the way I normally would when I saw that look on a lover's face. I didn't want this boy to see me like this or to touch me. I wanted him locked up for a very long time.

After another brief moment of hesitation I began to slowly work my panties off. I watched his eyes follow them as I slowly worked them down and stepped out of them.

I straightened up and for just a moment I was at a loss. It seemed as though I'd been undressing in front of this animal for a very long time. It took me a moment to remember what it was he wanted me to do now.

It finally came to me. I forced a smile and held out my arms. I was alarmed by how sincere I sounded when I said, "I want you to fuck me now."

Ty smiled and said, "I know you do, Laura. But this is all new to me."

New my ass! But I bit my tongue as he stood up and said, "I'd like you to undress me now. I want to see what a blowjob feels like. You don't mind sucking my cock, do you?"

What a stupid thing to say! HELL YES I MIND!! But I couldn't say that, of course. Instead, I shook my head and moved closer. I pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. Looking at his hard, muscular body it was hard to believe that he's only fifteen.

I reached out and struggled with the button holding his denim shorts in place. My work was made more difficult by his hands on my nipples. He teased them briefly with a far more experienced touch than I would have expected. I hated it that it felt so good. But it didn't feel good for very long. Soon his fingers clamped down painfully on my nipples and pulled.

I gasped in shock at the thrill that ran through my body. I didn't expect that! No one had ever done that to me before. I had no idea!

His belly rippled as he chuckled at my humiliating reaction to having my nipples squeezed almost flat. It took me a moment to recover and return to undressing this hateful boy. The button finally came free. I studiously avoided touching the surprisingly long, fat tube of flesh that was pressing against his shorts as if struggling to escape.

Although I avoided touching that threatening bulge in Ty's pants I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of it. I'm sure it was a result of the drugs I'd been given. But I couldn't help but wonder what that thing would feel like as it entered me.

I'm not a bigot or a racist. But I don't think it ever occurred to me that one day I'd have sex with an African-American. So I never paid much attention to the racial stereotype about the size of the average black penis. I couldn't avoid thinking about it now. Ty's manhood was obviously much larger than that of any of the six white men and boys I've had sex with.

I realized that I'd stopped what I was doing while staring at Ty's blood engorged cock. I finally came to my senses and fished out the tab to his zipper. His shorts almost unzipped themselves when I lifted the zipper tab. They spread open as the zipper went down and now I had a much better view of his large cock through his tight, white jockey shorts.

I tore my eyes away and squatted down as I lowered his shorts. He rested his hand on my head and stepped out of them. I stayed where I was and lowered his underwear, reluctantly baring his impressive cock.

I'm not exaggerating. DAMN! THAT'S an impressing cock! As much as I didn't want to do this with this creepy boy, I couldn't help but admire his fat cock.

I held his shorts in my hand and stared mindlessly for a far too embarrassing amount of time. I eventually realized that I was staring at the long black cock throbbing only inches from my face and shook myself out of my trance. I dropped his shorts and began to get back to my feet.

Ty put his hand back on the top of my head, holding me in place. He whispered, "Kiss it. Look at it lovingly and kiss it."

I wondered if he always whispers when he becomes aroused. He's been whispering a lot for no apparent reason since this all started after dinner. There's no one else in the house. He isn't going to disturb anyone if he talks in a normal voice.

I didn't have far to go to satisfy his last command. It seemed like I could feel the heat from his hard cock on my face. I pursed my lips and leaned forward slightly, pressing my lips to the incredibly large, spongy head of his cock.

I backed off for a moment and tried to obey his second command. I could easily look at his cock in amazement, for I was truly amazed. It was more difficult to look at his cock lovingly. I couldn't love his cock and hate him as much as I do. I felt compelled to try, though. Thanks to the continuing effect of the drugs I had no choice.

I held his cock between my thumb and two fingers and tried to gaze at it longingly. As I did, I wondered for a moment if Ty was actually only fifteen years old. It didn't seem possible that a fifteen year old boy could have such a large cock.

I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock again. Then I began to trail my lips down the coal black shaft and cover it with quick kisses.

Ty watched me for a moment or two before he whispered, "I'm going to get comfortable now. I want you between my legs, sucking my cock like a two dollar whore. I want to feel the love, bitch."

He pushed my head away and returned to his seat on the end of the couch. As soon as his body was no longer blocking my view, that was the moment I discovered why he whispered so much. A tiny red light caught my eye. I looked up into a movie camera on a tripod. It was hidden behind a potted plant off to the side and slightly behind the couch.

But even the knowledge that he was recording this humiliating sex scene wasn't enough to break the spell he had over me. The drugs still left me with no free will.

Ty saw the realization in my eyes. His expression was suddenly threatening. He whispered, "Don't look at the cameras, stupid! You look at me! Keep doing what you were told. Get your ass over here and start sucking. Now!"

I thought for a moment that I might be able to refuse him. But it was just the shock of hearing him say cameras. There were more than just the one! How many cameras were recording my rape?

My lips were nearing his cock again when I realized that to the cameras, in the absence of his whispered commands which they probably couldn't pick up; it would look much more like I was molesting a fifteen year old boy than being raped by him.

His devious plan had been well thought out and perfectly executed. By the time I left here I would be totally fucked ... and totally fucked over. Now I knew that I wouldn't be able to escape in the morning. I was going be here all weekend. He has put too much thought into this.

As my lips opened wide and enveloped the head of the biggest cock I've ever seen I wondered if he had ensnared my sister this same way. I knew now that he had something he was holding over both of their heads. I'm not certain that excused the fact that Cassy had been his accomplice. She had lured me into this mess knowing full well what was going to happen to me after she and Joe left.

I suppose I can understand. She wouldn't have put me in this position if she thought she had a choice. But I'm not certain I can forgive. I would like to think that if our positions were reversed I would have refused to do this to her. But the more thought I gave to the consequences I'd suffer if this dirty little movie that Ty's making were to get out I wasn't so certain.

I couldn't get even half of his cock in my mouth. But Ty seemed to enjoy himself. He sat back and watched with an amused look on his face as I sucked the top half of his cock and used my hand to stimulate the large portion of dark, black cock that wouldn't fit in my mouth.

I can't say if the drugs I'd been given had anything to do with it. But I began to ... I don't know, maybe not enjoy myself. But I was still impressed by his large cock and something about the combination of the size of it and the stark contrast in our skin color and maybe even just a little pinch of being forced, which I'm embarrassed to admit has been an occasional fantasy of mine, were all coming together to bring about a reaction in me that I hadn't anticipated. I felt a tingling between my legs that shouldn't be there.

That wasn't my only surprise. You might expect that this would all be over very quickly. At least that was what I was expecting. I remember being with boys his age in high school and the experience never lasted more than a few minutes. After fifteen minutes of hard work, Ty still wasn't even breathing hard!

It must have been ten more minutes before I saw signs that I was getting to him. I'm not certain I could have continued if I thought I could have stopped. I was getting very tired. I kept working, though. I had no other choice.

It was probably only five more minutes before Ty's eyes closed and his head lolled back. He tensed up and just before he came he whispered, "Don't spill a drop. And don't swallow until I tell you that you can. I want to see what you look like with a mouthful of cock cream."

Seconds later I felt the flood of warm fluid filling my mouth to the point that I feared I'd have no choice but to disobey his orders. If he didn't stop cumming soon I was going to have to swallow at least some of it or it would begin to spill out of my mouth. I gagged a few times as my mouth filled with the acrid fluid pouring out of the top of his large cock. But I quickly forced myself to control my gag response and I managed not to spill a single drop.

He slowly relaxed, with the tip of his still hard cock wedged between my swollen lips. He opened his eyes and smiled down at me. I had the proof of how much he enjoyed the blowjob still in my mouth. But it was more than that. It excited him to know that I was doing this against my will and that I had no choice. He knew how humiliating this was for me.

What he probably wasn't aware of was the tingling that I still felt between my thighs. Just knowing how my body was reacting was every bit as humiliating as the act itself.

Ty sat up and told me to straighten up. He leered down at me, still on my knees between his legs and said, "Open your mouth."

I was more than happy to straighten up and let his cock slide from between my lips. My back was killing me after being bent over like this for more than half an hour. I opened my mouth and saw the mixture of pride and amusement on his face as he examined the mouthful of cum I was still holding there.

He smiled and said, "Not bad, Laura. You're almost as good at sucking cock as your big sister. You just need a little more practice. Cassy says you haven't been getting laid much lately. I bet that little pussy of yours is going to feel great when I sink my cock into it in a few minutes."

I wasn't surprised to hear what he said about Cassy. It bothered me. But my mind skipped over that and went straight to the statement that followed.

I'm afraid I wouldn't be lying if I tried to tell him that I wasn't as upset by what he was saying as I knew I should be. I still hate it that I have to let this arrogant son of a bitch rape me. But I can't deny that I'm curious to see what his big cock is going to feel like inside of me.

I may feel entirely different when it actually happens. The idea of sharing such a highly personal act with someone I loathe turns my stomach. And I don't doubt that I'll have nightmares of this day for a long time to come. But how could any woman look at that big cock and not wonder?

.... chap2

He finally let me swallow. He told me to close my mouth. He got a firm grip on my chin and turned my face to the side. For the first time I saw the camera hidden there. I was looking directly into the lens when he said, "Swallow."

I obeyed instantly. When my mouth was empty he released me and ordered me to bend over the coffee table.

I turned around and leaned over the table. He dropped to his knees on the carpet behind me and edged closer until his large cock was resting between the cheeks of my ass. I started to panic for a few seconds, until he moved his hips and his erection slid down and nestled between my thighs.

I leaned down a little more as he began sliding his hard cock between my thighs. I didn't want to take a chance on having him attack the wrong orifice with that thing. It pressed against my moist opening and when I glanced down I thought that it looked like there was an awful lot of hard cock sticking out in front of me. Looking down at it this way I thought it looked like I had a cock! I couldn't help but wonder if it was going to hurt.

He leaned down over me and whispered, "Smile. Hold your head up. Look straight at the painting on the far wall. Smile and ask me to fuck you. Then reach down and guide my cock to your juicy cunt."

I did all those things. When I looked up I saw yet another camera on a tripod. That makes three. I finished asking him to fuck me. I nearly choked on the words. I couldn't see his face but I doubt if he was satisfied. I hadn't sounded very sincere or enthusiastic.

I leaned forward, resting more of my weight on the coffee table. I glanced around more carefully now. There were six of them! Six fucking movie cameras recording every move I made from every angle, and every word I said, too!

I told myself it didn't make much difference. One or six, I was screwed either way. I reached down and gripped his fat cock. I pressed the head against my opening and tilted my hips slightly to improve the angle of entry. The head of his cock entered me slowly and I quickly forgot all about movie cameras, at least for the time being.

I was focused entirely on the massive, rock hard appendage that was sliding between the lips of my pussy with surprising ease. I must be soaking wet down there! I felt my pussy being stretched like never before. And I hated how nice that feeling was.

I've seen a couple of pornographic movies. A couple of times guys would put them on at parties when I was still in high school, probably under the mistaken impression that they'd give some of the girls ideas. We girls would always act offended and leave the room. I don't know about the others. But I was curious. I took my time leaving. I would hide behind a look of disgust and stare at images of people having sex and in those brief moments I saw a few very large cocks.

One of them I still remember distinctly was scary large. Before I watched it disappear into the body of one of the cheesy looking women in the movie it looked like it must have been very close to a foot long and nearly as big around as my wrist. Ty's cock isn't that large. But I'd estimate that it's at least eight inches long and nearly as big around as a Coke can!

I had, of course, gotten a good look at it earlier when I was struggling to satisfy him with my mouth. I looked at it and wondered if it was going to hurt when it entered me. It didn't. I felt so full of cock that at first it seemed difficult to catch my breath. But my biggest fear now was not that his cock was going to hurt me. Now, as the feelings of lust washed over, I began to fear that once I got away from Ty I'd never have this feeling again!

OH MY GOD!!! Now I know what sex is supposed to feel like!!

I quickly began to make noises that I didn't even recognize as coming from me. I moaned and sobbed and as if from far away I heard my own voice begging him to fuck me hard and never stop. And this was all me! Yes I was drugged. I had no free will. But he didn't tell me to react this way. He didn't tell me to say those things or feel what I was feeling. This was all me going crazy for my rapist's cock!

I must have had ... oh, I don't know, maybe a thousand orgasms over the next half hour or so. That was about how much time passed before he began to speed up and slam his body against mine so violently that the sexy sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room.

In the end, as I felt his orgasm approaching and the act reached its violent peak, I was thrashing around under him and screaming like a banshee. I continued to tremble and moan for a long time when the motion stopped. It was as though I were experiencing aftershocks. In a way I suppose I was.

I was still quivering uncontrollably when he leaned down and whispered, "Tell me how wonderful that was. Tell me you loved it and you can't wait to fuck me again. Tell me you're mine whenever I want you."

I knew that the words were for the benefit of the camera. But as I repeated them I was struck by how close to the truth they were. I don't love him. But I certainly love what he just did to me. And I don't care if it is rape!

He stayed there behind me, his slowly softening cock still buried deep in my body. I began to catch my breath and my heart rate started to return to normal. Blood flow finally started to return to my brain. I thought about what just happened. I imagined what it would look like if someone like the people I work for, or worse yet the cops were to see what just happened in this room.

I'd go to jail. I'd lose my job. My life would be destroyed. I didn't have to worry about my parents or a boyfriend seeing this. But even so, this evil bastard had me right where he wanted me now. He wouldn't need to drug me the next time he wanted to fuck me. I'd have no choice but to submit to him now.

That wasn't the worst part, though. The worst thing about this situation was that at the moment I had very mixed feeling about that. I had enjoyed the hell out of what this bastard just did to me. I've never been so sexually satisfied. It killed me to admit it, even to myself. But I knew that I would want to do this again. I wouldn't if he didn't make me. I'd resist the temptation. But the temptation would be there nonetheless.

I remained in place, still skewered by that large cock. Even in its flaccid state it was larger than any cock to enter my body before it. I didn't mind. It still felt pretty damn good. I liked that feeling of being so full of a nice big cock.

I was startled when after several minutes Ty raised his voice slightly and said, "Alright. Act one is over. Get in here."

My brain didn't process that. I had no idea what he was saying to me. But then I saw movement and I realized that he wasn't talking to me! Joe and Cassy were entering the room from the kitchen!

The first thing to pop into my mind was to wonder if they had been here the entire time! But then, before I had time to be embarrassed all over again because we had an audience my eyes opened wide. CHRIST! THEY'RE NAKED!!

OH GOD! They must have seen! They certainly heard. I started to struggle to my feet but Ty snarled, "Don't you fucking move, bitch! You don't do shit unless I tell you to."

I stopped struggling. But I turned and glared at Cassy. She blushed and looked away. But as she did she whispered, "I'm sorry, Laura. I had no choice."

Ty chuckled and said, "She knows. She figured it all out. Don't worry, cunt. Your baby sister will get over it. Now get over here."

As my sister and my brother-in-law crossed the room, both obviously embarrassed but totally humbled, totally enslaved, Ty finally slid his cock out of me very, very slowly.

What they did when they reached us was as shocking as anything else that happened tonight. They both knelt between me and Ty. I turned my head to see what was going to happen next and I think for a moment my heart stopped beating when I saw Joe bend down and begin to suck Ty's cock clean. I watched as, with a bright red face and tears flowing freely down his cheeks, he took even more of that large cock into his mouth than I was able to and sucked it clean before holding it up and licking clean that substantial portion that wouldn't fit in his mouth.

Joe was just starting to clean the youth's appropriately large black balls with his tongue when Cassy leaned down and began to lick me clean from behind!

I didn't move. I wanted to. I wanted desperately to move. But because I'd been ordered not to I couldn't. I screamed in shock, though. I screamed and stiffened up as my sister's tongue slithered through the nasty mess between my legs. She licked me twice more before Ty ordered me to stretch out on the floor in front of him.

I was still under the influence of that drug in my wine so of course I obeyed. Joe must have finished cleaning Ty's balls. Now he was holding that large black cock in his mouth, crying softly and watching my sister get into position between my legs. I couldn't watch anymore. I couldn't stand to see any of this. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to keep my mind blank as my sister began eating my freshly fucked pussy in front of Ty and her husband.

For the first time in my life someone was eating my pussy. But it was my sister!

Unfortunately, it turns out that she's very good at it. I struggled with all of my might to resist giving into the horrible act of incest we were committing. But I'm only human. It wasn't instantaneous. But soon I was quivering again, this time on the tip of my sister's talented tongue!

I was forced to enjoy several orgasms before Ty ordered her to stop. Cassy straightened up and for the first time I noticed that she didn't have a single hair on her pussy! It just didn't look right!

As I lay there panting and trying not to stare at my sister's shaved pussy, Ty said, "Watching that turned me on. Help Joe suck me off and then he can have his reward."

Cassy didn't even hesitate. She turned and began to tease Ty's balls with her tongue while Joe sucked his cock. It took even longer this time. But finally I watched in a strange mixture of disgust, shock and a strange kind of excitement that really scared and embarrassed me as Joe's hand began to speed up on that long black shaft and he began to gulp down Ty's third load of cum for the evening.

I should have been sickened by the sight. I've always thought the idea of two men doing something like that was ... well, just gross. But for some reason it was fascinating to watch. A part of that may have been because I'm still not especially fond of Joe and he obviously hates what he's being forced to do for this evil black teenager almost half his age.

I couldn't help but notice, though, that Joe was giving off mixed signals. The look on his face was one of total humiliation. But his more normally proportioned cock wasn't entirely flaccid. I suppose that could have been from watching Cassy and me. I hope so.

Ty patted Joe on the head as if he were nothing but a dumb dog and said, "Okay, boy. You can have the reward I promised you."

It was impossible to read his expression as Joe moved into position between my legs. I knew immediately what his reward was going to be. Me!

Our eyes met and I saw Joe struggling to keep from looking too eager. He knew it was inappropriate for him to feel that way. But his hard cock was a dead giveaway. I glanced down for a better look at his cock. I suppose it's a nice enough cock. It looks completely normal. It's probably about seven inches long. But it's only half as big around as Ty's.

I was sickened by the idea of having to let my brother-in-law fuck me. But I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to be fucked by a normal cock after just having been royally fucked by Ty. Would it feel the same? Could one fabulous fuck from Ty have stretched me out so that I could never get quite as much pleasure from a normal cock?

The answer came as a relief. I sighed as Joe climbed up over me and sank his cock into my pussy. He whispered, "I'm sorry," in my ear. And it sounded sincere. I couldn't help but wonder, though, how sincere could he be if his cock was that hard?

He avoided looking at my face while he fucked me. But that was fine with me. We weren't making love.

I relaxed a little when my pussy clamped down on his cock of its own volition and despite how disturbing this situation was I found myself enjoying the friction of having a hard cock driven into my body as my sister's husband fucked me.

Thank god! I can still take pleasure from a normal cock! I could just see myself going through life with a ruler in my hand, looking for the perfect man. It wasn't a pretty picture.

I never got anywhere close to having an orgasm with Joe and that was just fine with me. It was enough to know that I could still enjoy sex with a normal man and that with a little foreplay and a man I love, or at least like a lot, I would be just fine.

Joe must have been anticipating fucking me for quite a while. He was really primed. I'm pretty certain he didn't get that way from sucking Ty's cock. It had been obvious that act was repulsive to him. He must have known from even before Cassy talked me into coming over this evening that eventually he was going to get to fuck me. They must have talked this over, planned it. Or at least Ty planned it and told them what would be required of them.

Whatever the reason for his comparative hair trigger, Joe came quickly. I doubt if he lasted ten minutes. Or then again, maybe that's as long as he ever lasts. Cassy never said and it's none of my business.

As soon as Joe came he stood up. Cassy cleaned me up again, just like she did a few minutes ago after Ty fucked me. But this time there was a difference. I started getting turned on eventually. But I didn't have an orgasm.

Unfortunately, I can't take all the credit for that. I was beginning to fear that if she kept that up I was going to embarrass myself again. She didn't, though. She seemed to leave me hanging on purpose.

After several minutes, Ty said, "Okay, cunt. Now you get your reward."

Cassy got up on her knees. She wouldn't look me in the eye and she was blushing furiously. I thought it might be because of ... well, because of everything. But especially because of what she just did.

It may have been because she knew what was coming next. Ty ordered me up and Cassy stretched out on her back in front of me. Ty reached out with his bare foot and rested it on one of her breasts. He jiggled it around for a moment to humiliate her and amuse himself before he said, "It's time to repay your sister, Laura. Have you ever eaten a cunt before?"

I had to suspect that this was what they had in mind when she stretched out in front of me. But hearing the words was still a shock. I shook my head violently and exclaimed, "NO! I ... I've never ... I couldn't!"

But I could. I didn't want to. The very idea was revolting. But although the effects seemed to be slowly waning, I was still under the spell of whatever the drug was that put me in this intolerable situation to start with. Without waiting for the order I knew was coming I stretched out between my big sister's legs with my face just inches from her bald pussy.

I've never seen a pussy from this angle before. And I've certainly never been this close to another woman's pussy. I never intended to, either. But now here I was.

I looked at her moist, swollen vulva for a long time, trying to work up the courage to do what I knew I had to do. I know that some women do this. Some very normal, everyday married women who love their husbands have sexual affairs with other women. Some people I've overheard talking don't see anything wrong with it. I know that many men fantasize about it.

I'm not as forgiving of the cheating aspect of such a relationship. But I don't suppose there's anything wrong with two women who are so inclined pleasuring themselves this way. I just don't want to be one of those two women. And even if I was inclined to try something like this, and I'm not, it wouldn't be with my sister for Christ's sake! This is incest!

But my opinions weren't important here. No one cared about them but me.

I took a deep breath and caught the scent of my sister's arousal. I couldn't help wondering what it was about what was happening here that was turning her on. Was she turned on because she just ate my pussy? Or was it because she just helped her husband suck off a fifteen year old boy? Surely she wasn't aroused from watching her husband fuck me!

But she was definitely aroused. I leaned closer and tentatively moved the tip of my tongue along one side of her moist opening. As my tongue traveled over her smooth, hairless skin I thought for a second that maybe shaving that part of the body wasn't such a bad idea after all. I was getting used to the way it looked. And as hard as I fought the notion, there really was something erotic about what I was being forced to do here.

Her entire body shuddered. I suppose I could understand that. Even as upset as I was when she did this to me I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it. But what I noticed even more than her reaction was my own. I was surprised to find that her musky scent was somehow exciting. And the taste of the juices oozing from her opening and glistening on her labia was quite mild, pleasant even!

I may have been affected by pheromones. But whether they came into play or not, the taste of her arousal and the signs of it in her reaction to my light touch were having a strange effect on me. I may change my mind later. And I really, really wish she wasn't my sister. But this really wasn't so bad! It wasn't nearly as disgusting as I feared it would be!

After a few more tentative licks I began to eat my sister's pussy as if I meant it. I found myself enjoying it, though not as much as she obviously was. While I was burying my tongue in her drooling opening I was able to see Ty order Joe to bend over the arm of the couch and start sucking his cock again.

It wasn't quite as shocking the second time. I watched as I worked on my sister's pussy, curious to see how he really felt about what Ty was making him do.

He obviously hated it. He looked furious and repulsed all at the same time. The tears started running down his cheeks again. But he was just as obviously afraid of Ty. It was clear from the expression on Joe's face that he was sickened by what he was being forced to do. He remained as homophobic as he had always been.

There could be no question that the muscular fifteen year old gangster could kick Joe's ass without breaking into a sweat. But I doubt if that was why Joe was so scared of him. I'd be very surprised if there weren't a large handful of DVDs somewhere in the house showing Joe sucking Ty's cock and probably begging to be allowed to do it.

Joe and Cassy must have been drugged and forced to provide material for blackmail just as I was. As much as I don't care much for Joe, he just wasn't the kind of man to molest a boy, or to molest anyone for that matter.

I hated to see anyone suffering like that. But I think I'd have been more concerned if I looked into his eyes while he was sucking on Ty's cock and saw that he was enjoying himself.

I was distracted from Joe's troubles by my sister's rapidly approaching orgasm. She was rapidly losing control and it was becoming increasingly difficult to follow her body's spastic movements with my mouth.

As her orgasm reached its peak her thighs clamped down on my head. After that all I could do was hang on and struggle to follow her vulva, trying to tease her clit with my tongue as she cried out and quivered violently.

I thought back to all the times we'd talked about sex when we were growing up; all the times she'd given me the benefit of her eight year head start in life and answered my many questions on the subject. With all the hours we've spent discussing sex; neither of us has ever before been in the room while the other was experiencing an orgasm. I don't know how she felt about it. But for me it was extremely embarrassing. All the more so because we were being forced to put on a show for a juvenile delinquent. I couldn't help worrying about how this would affect our relationship.

I didn't get to worry for long. The very second that Cassy's orgasm was over, Ty pushed Joe away, got to his feet and rolled me over onto my back. The back of my head was resting on my sister's mound as he all but jumped on top of me and slammed his large cock into me.

The first time he raped my pussy he took me from behind. This way, with him on top of me seemed so much more overwhelming. His large, black body filled my senses. He was all I could see and all I could smell and all I could feel. I felt so much more helpless, so much more violated.

To that add the fact that my sister and brother-in-law were witness to my humiliation and this second vaginal rape was every bit as horrible as the first. So I was just as embarrassed when I quickly began to become aroused and orgasm followed orgasm as Ty raped me almost endlessly.

It went on and on for nearly an hour. The kid is capable of almost superhuman stamina. But this time it seemed so much more personal because he was on top of me. This time while he slammed that monster cock into me he squeezed my boobs in his large hands and he bent down to lick my face and all but consumed me with his thick lips and his incredibly long tongue.

His tongue invaded my mouth, sometimes fucking my mouth with nearly as much violence as his cock was fucking my pussy! And when he wasn't sucking the breath right out of me he was biting my lips or licking my face some more. No one has ever done those things to me before and it was more than a little overwhelming. The total effect was overpowering. I have never been so completely taken and used by a man.

I almost passed out from the physical and emotional overload before Ty finally slammed into me a few last times and then came violently deep inside of me.

We were both covered with sweat when he finally pushed himself up and returned to his seat on the couch. This time, Cassy was ordered to clean his genitals while Joe was put to work cleaning my swollen, much abused pussy with his mouth.

Looking down between my legs and seeing Joe's face was almost as embarrassing as being raped by a black teenager! I groaned and then went limp. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what Joe was doing and all the preceding humiliations that I'll have forever burned into my memory after tonight.

Joe continued to eat my thoroughly fucked pussy, apparently afraid to stop until Ty gave him permission. What he was doing down there was mildly soothing but not at all erotic. I lay there as limp as a dishrag and waited for everything to stop so I could catch my breath.

Ty pushed Cassy's head away from his cock after a few minutes and sent her to the kitchen to get him a drink. After she returned he sent her upstairs to get cleaned up. Then he sat back and sipped his glass of ice water while we stared into each other's eyes.

The only sound, the only movement in the room for the next fifteen minutes or so was Joe's tongue in my pussy. We were frozen in that perverse tableau until Cassy returned from her shower, still naked.

Only then did Ty allow Joe to stop. He moaned as he sat up. It was obvious that he had enjoyed what he was doing as little as I had. He was obviously exhausted and I my opinion of him went up slightly when I noticed that he didn't have an erection. The only person that found what we were forced to do entertaining had been Ty.

Our tormentor sent Joe upstairs for a shower. As soon as he left the room, Ty ordered Cassy to tell me the story of how she and Joe, and now me, became his sex slaves.

It turned out to be pretty much what I had already figured out. He ensnared them the same way he had me. He drugged Cassy first. One day while Joe was at work he drugged her and then he raped her and filmed it, making it look like she seduced him just as he did when he raped me earlier this evening.

He fucked her on a regular basis for a couple of weeks. Once he had her broken he pulled the same trick on Joe. But it was worse for Joe. As I mentioned, the poor guy is fiercely homophobic. The day after Ty forced him to suck his cock under the influence of that mind altering drug, Cassy had to talk him out of killing himself.

He has been getting abused just the way he was tonight for nearly a month now. Cassy is worried because it isn't getting any easier for him. She's still afraid that he'll do something to end it. She watches him constantly for signs that he might try to commit suicide.

My attention was split between my sister's face and all the emotion it conveyed, and the face of our tormentor, sitting there listening and smiling in amusement. Poor Cassy looked like she was only hanging on by a thread herself!

She finally finished relating her laundry list of horror and humiliation, the long catalog of perversions she and Joe suffered to entertain Ty and sate his perverted sexual appetites, though she hinted that she had left out some of the worst parts. She paused for a moment and then said, "You're wondering why we let it go on. Now that he isn't using the drugs, now that we can think for ourselves, you're wondering why we don't call the cops or DSS or just runaway."

That was exactly what I was wondering. Why did they not choose one of those options or better yet, put a bullet in the center of that smug face?!

Cassy's shoulders slumped and in a voice so full of despair it nearly brought tears to my eyes she quietly said, "You'll understand soon."

I didn't like the sound of that!

Joe returned from his shower and Ty sent me upstairs to clean up. As I was leaving the room he called after me, "Get rid of that hair on your cunt. I like my pussies bald."

I climbed the stairs slowly. I was crying quietly and feeling pretty scared about my future. I began to realize that the strange, cottony, helpless feeling I've experienced since drinking the wine had all but disappeared.

Any joy I might have taken from that realization, however, was tempered by the knowledge that the drug was no longer necessary. I was every bit as much his slave now as Cassy and Joe. The recording he made after dinner was well planned to ruin my life if it got out. It would look very much like I seduced a fifteen year old boy. I haven't had many dealings with the people from DSS. But from what little I have had, and from what I've heard, they take a dim view of people molesting their young charges.

Even if I could avoid going to prison, I'd be humiliated beyond my ability to cope if anyone who knew me saw that DVD. I'd never be able to face my friends again. And I know that the two women, the two young mothers I work for, would take a dim view of having a child molester working for them. I was fucked.

I used Cassy's razor to shave my mound. Then I took a long, hot shower. I didn't feel any need to hurry. He hadn't told me to hurry. And I had to believe that he was done for the night. I've lost track of how many orgasms he's had. It must be getting late. I don't suppose there's much of a chance he'll let me go home this evening. But I felt pretty confident I wouldn't be raped again. Not tonight anyway.

My hopes began to rise when I got back downstairs and after examining my freshly shaved pussy, Ty ordered me to put my clothing back on. Suddenly I dared to hope. The three of them were already dressed. This horrible night must be over!

My pantyhose were missing but I didn't say anything. I just wanted out of here. I felt him watching me as I put my clothes on, him and Joe both. But I was able to almost ignore that humiliation as I focused on hearing the words telling me that I could go home. Why else would he let me put my clothes back on?

That's why it was like a bomb went off inside of me when, as soon as I finished dressing, Ty got to his feet and said, "Let's go."

I spun around and looked at him in shock. I really thought he was through with me for the night! But then I noticed the expressions on the faces of Cassy and Joe. They were terrified! They've been out with Ty before!

I didn't speak. I couldn't. I didn't know what Ty had planned but the looks on the faces of Cassy and Joe made it clear that I couldn't let him take me away from here. I began shaking my head and backing toward the door.

Ty just smiled. No it wasn't a smile. It was a predatory grin.

He loved my reaction! He didn't try to stop me. Instead he said, "I see the drug has worn off. Have you forgotten the little movie we made when you first arrived? I've got nothing to lose by showing that DVD to the people at DSS."

He chuckled then and added, "I'll bet a cute little cunt like you will be pretty popular in lockup. Of course I'll have to turn in the DVDs I made of your sister and Joe, too. Maybe Cassy can look out for you in prison!"

I continued to back toward the door until Cassy sobbed, "Laura. You can't win. He'll ruin your life. He'll destroy all three of us. You haven't seen those DVDs. I'll..."

She paused, looked at Joe and said, "We'll do anything to keep them from getting out."

I stopped backing up. I can't say that I was thinking clearly at the moment. I think, though, that it wasn't so much the possibility of going to prison or losing my job that stopped me. It was the sound of Cassy's voice and the looks on the faces of her and Joe. I owe her so much.

I love my mother. She was a good mother. But the truth of the matter is that Cassy had more to do with raising me than my mother did. I realized that I couldn't do this to her. I was trapped.

Ty saw the moment when I surrendered. He didn't seem surprised. But he was annoyed. He ordered Cassy to poor me another glass of wine and I was forced to drink it before we left.

I must have still had some left in my system from earlier and I felt the effects immediately. It's difficult to describe them. I still seemed to be able to think and to function normally. But there was a cottony feeling in my brain that, as I've already discovered, deprives me of the ability to say no. Unfortunately, it did nothing to ease the almost crippling fear.

We went out to Joe and Cassy's Grand Marque. Joe drove. Ty sat in the back between Cassy and me. Everyone else already knew where we were going. Not a word was said. We sat there in silence while Ty ran his hands up our legs and rested them on panty-clad pussies.

In the midst of all the trauma and terror when I came back downstairs from my shower I had almost forgotten that there was no hair on my pussy now. I was reminded when I felt Ty's fingers teasing me there. I felt the difference! I thought that under different circumstances, with someone other than Ty, I might even have enjoyed the difference. But not tonight. Not with him.

I could sense the nervousness in Cassy and Joe. It was infectious. I was nearly as nervous as I was when I first realized Ty was going to rape me. No. I was more nervous now. I saw the fear in Cassy and Joe. I had no idea where we were going or what would happen when we got there. But the not knowing was worse than knowing ... I think.

It was a long drive and it was already late in the evening. We drove all the way through town and out into the country. I suspect that Ty must have brought Joe and Cassy out here more than once. Joe was familiar enough with the route that he wound around on one country road after another without hesitation until he pulled up in front of really nasty dive on the edge of a tiny town about thirty miles from our city.

We parked in the small, unlit, dirt and gravel parking lot. We had trouble finding a spot. The lot was packed with cars, many of them very expensive. A substantial percentage of the other cars were Cadillacs, Lincolns and Mercedes! They looked very much out of place in front of that decrepit building.

My heart stopped when I saw the name of the club. I recognized it! This place is in the news constantly. People seem to get shot or stabbed in the parking lot of this place about once a week. It's famous for hosting nearly every crime known to man. The authorities are forever trying to close it down and losing the battle in court.

The club sits just outside the town limits of a very small town whose population is entirely African-American. The clientele that frequent this place are almost exclusively African-American, with the exception of a few white women who date black men or are prostitutes working for black pimps. Or at least that's the reputation the place has. I've never been here before and I never intended to ever come here. So I can't say if the rumors are true. I'm about to find out.

Now I was really terrified!

I turned to Ty and sobbed, "Oh no! Please, Ty! I don't want to go in there. Please. I've been good. I did everything you wanted me to do."

He grinned and responded, "And you're going to keep doing everything I want you to do. Aren't you, bitch?"

I wanted desperately to say no. But I couldn't. And even if I could have uttered the word, I knew I had no choice but to obey him until the drug wore off again.

He patted my thigh and said, "Don't worry, sweetheart. These brothers ain't gonna hurt you. They're gonna love you."

That's what I was afraid of!

Ty adjusted the lump in his pants and said, "Everyone out."

We climbed out of the car and followed him toward the door of the desolate looking club. I meant that in the most literal way. From the outside the place looked like it was deserted and about to collapse. The front of the building was painted a bright, garish blue. But I noticed while Joe was driving back and forth looking for a place to park that both sides were unpainted, cracked and splitting wood siding that looked like a fire waiting for a place to happen.

If it weren't for the jam packed parking lot, a couple of half burned out neon signs, and the loud music coming from inside no one would ever guess that it was a place of business.

Ty opened the door and the loud dance music assaulted my ears. But even more obnoxious was the foul air that poured out of the place. The smell of cigarette and marijuana smoke was overpowering while I was still ten feet from the surprisingly substantial metal door. Neither of those things had the effect on me that the sea of black faces did. As I stepped inside the uncomfortably warm room I only saw one other white person, the woman dancing naked on the small stage on the other side of the room.

There were a set of two nearly identical large, mean looking men standing just inside the door. They were totally unconcerned with Ty's obvious youth. They obviously knew him. They nodded at him as he strutted by. They spent much more time looking me over. They smiled when they saw Cassy. I knew from their expressions that they recognized her, too. They ignored Joe. He might as well not exist.

The crowd parted to let us in but then they seemed to close around us. Cassy and I were both groped constantly as we followed Ty through the room, across the bare cement floor to the small bar. We stood close as Ty spoke to the man behind the bar. After a brief conversation, Ty walked off with a beer in his hand and we struggled to follow.

When we were closer to the stage I glanced up at the girl dancing on the stage. She was being groped by half a dozen men who were pressed up against the stage watching her shake her ass.

My two immediate reactions were that she was younger than me, and that she was wasted. Her eyes were glazed over and I had the impression that she didn't have any idea where she was or what she was doing.

The men didn't care.

I didn't know where Ty was going as he continued on through the crowd. I couldn't see any empty tables anywhere. It was definitely standing room only. I did see a few more white women as we made our way through the dark, smoke filled room. Very few. Their white faces seemed to glow in the dark room.

There were also one or two black women. They looked just as unhappy as the white women did. Not counting us there may have been eight or ten women in the room. Except for Joe, the other approximately eighty people were all black men.

It turned out we weren't looking for a table. We entered a small office through a door in a far wall. It seemed like I was able to draw my first breath when the door closed behind us and the decibel level was reduced to the point that I didn't feel like my head was about to explode.

Ty sat down across the desk from a large, mean looking black woman in her late forties or early fifties. But she wasn't looking at him. She was looking right at me. I realized immediately that she was expecting me!

Her mean scowl slowly morphed into a cruel smile as her eyes scanned my body. After a long uncomfortable minute or two she nodded to Ty and said, "Same deal as last time."

Ty nodded. That was it! Whatever the deal was it was settled upon with no further discussion. The woman picked up her cell phone and sent a text message. Then she turned to Ty and asked, "Does she know what she has to do?"

Ty laughed and said, "Not a clue. But don't worry. I gave her some of that shit you sold me. She'll do what she's told."

The woman looked into my eyes for a moment and said to Ty, "Maybe you should give her a little more of the juice."

Ty shook his head and replied, "No. I want her aware. I want her to know everything that's happening. It's going to be a learning experience. She won't learn nothin' if she's wasted."

I didn't know what was going to happen to me here. But I had a feeling I would have preferred being wasted out of my mind while it was happening.

The woman shrugged and said, "She's your bitch. No skin off my ass. But if she makes trouble for me we're gonna have a talk."

She reached into her desk drawer and handed several DVDs to Ty. She glanced at her watch and said, "You better tell her what she's gotta do. It's almost time and she won't be able to hear you out there."

Ty smiled and said, "Cassy, tell your sister what's going to happen here tonight."

Cassie glanced at Ty as if to say, "Please don't make me do this."

But she saw how much he was enjoying this. Ty grinned and held up the handful of DVDs and that was all it took. She looked back down at the floor in surrender.

In a quiet, emotionless voice she said, "First we go up on the stage and take off our clothes. We dance around naked and let the men feel us up until Ty comes for us. Then we go out back and ... and...

Her voice broke and she began to sob as she finished her sentence, "and we let anyone do anything they want to us until Ty thinks he's made enough money. Then he takes us home."

I was speechless! This was even worse than I feared! I suspected when I saw that poor girl dancing in the nude that I might be forced up onto that stage tonight. It never occurred to me that I'd become a prostitute!

But as hard as I struggled to form the words, to tell Ty and that woman that I absolutely refused, no words passed my lips. That fucking drug made it impossible for me to say no to him.

I assumed that meant I couldn't say no to anyone else, either. Suddenly I found myself wanting more of the drug. I didn't want to know what these people were doing to me. I wanted to be stoned out of my mind like that girl on the stage.

I think Ty knew that, too. His evil grin made it clear how much he enjoyed the terror I was experiencing.

The woman looked at her watch again and said, "You better get your bitches out there, Ty. It's just about time."

Ty nodded and stood up. We followed him back out through the crowd, getting groped constantly as we made our way to the stage.

We stood back a few feet and watched that poor naked girl being groped and probed for another minute or two until finally, blessedly, the deafening music stopped. The girl on stage was sweating profusely. Her motions wound down slowly after the music stopped and she continued to stand on that small space, still with large black hands groping her red, swollen pussy, her ass and even her tits which some of the taller men were able to reach without much trouble. The stage was only raised about two feet above the floor.

A large man worked his way through the crowd and, ignoring all the hands that still groped the girl he said, "Come on, bitch. Fun time is over. It's time to go to work."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down off the stage. She was aware enough to look terrified as he pulled her through the crowd toward a door in the back of the room. But my attention was grabbed by the announcement coming over the loudspeakers. It was in that gangster rap language they use. It's almost like English but I can't reproduce it here. The gist of the announcement, translated into English, is, "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special surprise for you. You all remember Cassy, I'm sure."

A loud cheer went up from the crowd to indicate they were fans of my big sister.

"She's back to entertain you again tonight, and this time she brought her baby sister, Laura, with her! How about that shit?! A sister act! How fucking hot is that! As usual, the ladies will be entertaining their fans out back after the show. I hope you dudes aren't too drunk to take advantage of their hospitality."

Another loud cheer went up and Cassy pulled me up onto the tiny stage. It was only just barely large enough for both of us to stand on at the same time. That made it easier for the men to crowd around and get their hands on us.

Just before the music started blaring again, Cassy turned to me with tears in her eyes and said, "I'm so sorry, Laura."

It would have been easy to blame her. But I knew she wasn't responsible for the situation we were in. I nodded and replied, "It's okay, Cassy. I know you didn't have a choice. This isn't your fault."

She sighed and said, "Yes. It is. You warned me about Ty. And I let him force me to suck you into this, too. If I could have been stronger..."

That was all the conversation we had time for before the music made it impossible to talk.

.....chap 3

Cassy started to sway to the music as soon as it started. I was about to follow her lead when the first hand came to rest on my calf and slid quickly up under my skirt. I would have stepped back. That would have been the natural reaction. But between the mind altering drug I'd been given and the fact that if I stepped back I'd run into the wall I could only stand there in shock as a strange man rubbed his fingertips over the crotch panel of my panties.

I stared at him, too stunned to know how to react for a moment until Cassy elbowed me and shot me a meaningful look. I began to dance woodenly, struggling to ignore the fingers moving clumsily over my pussy.

I didn't realize at first that Cassy was already beginning to remove her clothing until she nudged me again. I looked at her, trying not to see the hands under her skirt. I saw that her blouse was already half unbuttoned.

An icy chill ran through me at the thought of what I was about to do. It was no longer just a concept. It was my reality now. I was about to undress in front of nearly a hundred black men!

I reached behind my back with badly shaking fingers and struggled to grip the tab on my zipper. My fingers felt numb. I seemed to have no control over them. I'm not certain I could have managed if Cassy hadn't paused and reached behind my back to pull the zipper down.

I was still swaying woodenly, not really dancing in time to the music. But the men didn't care. I had three hands groping me now, one on each thigh, their fingers meeting over my pussy and pressing against my flesh. The third hand belonged to someone to my left rear. He had reached up under my skirt and was squeezing the cheek of my ass. The bastard was pretty rough and I winced in pain each time his hand closed over me.

I saw Ty standing behind the men pressed up against the stage, watching with that cruel smile on his evil face. He had to know the man was hurting me. He obviously didn't give a shit.

Even under the influence of that drug Ty gave me it was nearly impossible for me to let my dress fall free. I was wearing a bra that covered me more modestly than several of the bikinis I like to wear when I go to the pool. But looking out at all those lust crazed men staring at me, waiting for me to continue undressing for their entertainment, served to focus my thought on the salient point that my bra is an undergarment. It isn't a bathing suit top. It's my bra I'm about to uncover ... my underwear. Not that I'd have felt any more comfortable up here wearing the top half of a sexy bathing suit.

Cassy nudged me again. I knew what she was trying to communicate to me. But I was more influenced by the impatient look I saw on Ty's face when I glanced back down at him. I didn't see how anything could be made worse for me. I was about to undress in front of all these horny men and then, after being groped and probed for a while I would begin my career as a prostitute. I couldn't go any lower than that. But even though I thought about trying to escape, my mind and my body wouldn't let me.

I saw Cassy's blouse on the floor behind us. But even as I noticed it down there it disappeared into the crowd, snatched away by someone in the audience for a souvenir. She was struggling with her skirt when I finally let the top of my dress fall free. The cheer from the crowd did nothing to improve my spirits.

I was vaguely aware through all this that the three hands under my skirt had been replaced by three different men's hands. It hardly mattered by this point in my new career.

I heard Cassy yelling above the noise of the crowd and the loud music, reminding me to dance. Until she called my attention to it I didn't even realize I'd stopped! I started swaying again, not really dancing. There wasn't room for us to dance but the men didn't really care.

I reached for the elastic waistband of my skirt but before I could work it down over my hips, two or three large hands grabbed it from below and jerked it down. The hands left my body long enough for me to step free and I saw my dress disappearing into the sweaty throng of drunken men that I was here to entertain.

I swayed mindlessly as I watch my dress vanish into the crowd. The hands returned to my lower body while I reached back as if in a daze and after fumbling with the catch for a moment I freed the clasp of my bra.

I felt tears begin to stream down my cheek as I lowered my arms and let the bra slide free. It, too, was grabbed by the crowd and disappeared.

I wondered how I was going to get home with no clothes. But it was more along the lines of idle curiosity than a real concern. I would be perfectly happy to go home in the nude if I could leave now.

I managed to get my panties halfway down before the hands went back into action. I watched a large, extremely dark skinned man in his sixties grab them and, after a brief struggle with a few of the men around him, stuff them into his pocket.

I was naked but for my shoes and the groping began in earnest. I didn't get to keep my shoes, though. As fingers began to probe my bald, very dry vagina and then even more painfully work their way into my virgin anal opening, men lifted my legs one at a time and removed my shoes.

I'm not sure I can explain it. But for some reason, being barefoot made what was happening to me somehow even more embarrassing. You might not think that being barefoot can make a person feel more naked. But it does.

Now that we were both undressed, the taller men were closing in and reaching up to grab our breasts. The men were purposefully cruel. Their groping hands were often quite painful as they clamped down on my breasts or pinched and pulled my nipples. But that wasn't the reason for the tears. I was aware of the humiliation and the pain. But it was the mental anguish that drove me to tears. I couldn't even imagine what I'll be like, how I'll be changed, if somehow I survive this horrible night.

They must have made us sway up there on that stage, our bodies on display and cruelly groped and prodded for an hour. Cassy and I were both sweating profusely by the time the music stopped and Ty came forward to claim us. He pulled Cassy off the stage, then me. He pulled us through the crowd in the direction of the same door the young woman before us had disappeared through.

The groping was even worse now. Fingers prodded and invaded my body as though I were being passed from man to man all the way across the room. As if that wasn't bad enough, my bare feet were scraping on the rough cement floor and I tried not to think about what that crap was that I was stepping on.

The door Ty led us through led outside to what looked more like a junkyard for old travel trailers than anything else. There were a couple of small sheds back there, too. There were well worn paths leading from the door to all of the ancient trailers and the sheds.

As improbable as it seems, it appeared as though most of those tiny trailers and even the sheds were occupied! The doors were open and there were lights on inside. Men could be seen moving around and looking into the doors as if they were shopping. Some of the more popular trailers even had lines of men waiting outside of them!

I tried not to think about those trailers and what was going to happen to me there. Instead, I welcomed the fresh air, the comparable quiet, and the absence of groping hands as I stood there for a moment gasping for air as if I'd been holding my breath the entire time I was inside that horrible club.

Ty looked around for a few seconds and then led us to the nearest, and what appeared to be the largest of the decrepit old trailers. It was about twenty feet long, nearly twice the size of the other trailers spread around the large lot in a rough circle.

The doors and windows were open. But even so, it smelled so bad inside that I felt like gagging. I saw roaches scurrying around what little remained of the small kitchenette when we entered. The trailer had to be at least fifty years old, probably even older than that. The paneling was stained and peeling. In places it was missing altogether. The door to the bathroom was missing, too.

There were half a dozen overflowing ashtrays scattered around the tiny front room and there were empty beer bottles everywhere I looked. There were only two places to sit in the room. There was a stool and there was a cot in the very front of the trailer, just inside the door. It didn't appear that this ... this horrible devil's den had ever been cleaned!

There was another cot in the back, just beyond the tiny bathroom. I supposed that in the scheme of things it wasn't that important. But I looked around at the nastiest structure I have ever entered in my life and thought, "This is where I become a prostitute!"

I heard what I assumed were to be our first customers, or my first customers since Cassy has been here before and has already begun to work as a prostitute. I turned to look through the open door and back toward the building. I was shocked to see a large mob of men approaching through the dim light that shone from all the trailers.

A couple of the men in the front of the pack looked in through the door and said, "We ain't all gonna fit in there. You wanna do this outside?"

Before Ty could answer, a man behind them suggested, "Let's bring one of them picnic tables over here under the light. They can use that."

Ty shrugged and then nodded. Moments later, Cassy and I were climbing up onto a rickety old table and moving into a sixty-nine while the men gathered around to watch.

Just as we were climbing up onto the table two bright lights were aimed at us, one from each end of the table. I thought at first that we were being illuminated so that the men could better see us debase ourselves for their viewing pleasure. But it was worse than that. The lights were coming from two large movie cameras. The bastards were recording this!

Cassie and I were both still covered with sweat, sweat that had begun to cool in the night air. Our bodies pressed together now and her warm, soft body felt pretty good. We went right to it, probing each other's pussies with our tongues.

Once again I was shocked to discover how wet she was! But far more disturbing was the foul taste I encountered. I could taste the evidence of all those unwashed hands that probed her opening while we were on stage.

The primary taste was tobacco residue. But there were other, equally foul tastes that I thought it best not to analyze too closely.

I'm still not fond of eating pussy, though I'll admit that it isn't as disgusting as I expected. I'm even less fond of the idea of eating my sister's pussy. But most of all I hate doing it for the entertainment of a large group of horny perverts. I was willing to keep going all night, though, considering what the alternative is. I couldn't even imagine what it was going to be like to lie down on that bare, badly stained mattress and let one strange black man after another rape me in any manner that struck his fancy.

My sister distracted me from the scenario I was trying not to imagine when her thighs closed down on my head and shocked me by having an orgasm! How could she?! How could any woman have an orgasm under these conditions?!

But Cassy did. If they were waiting for me to follow suit they were going to have a damn long wait. The only thing I was getting out of this was moisture from my sister's tongue. At least when my first customer plunged his hard cock into me I wouldn't be dry.

As Cassy and I continued to perform oral sex on each other I could hear Ty standing nearby selling our services. Some men were paying for a specific sex act and getting it for what I thought was an insultingly low price. Most of the men seemed to be paying for an amount of time. They will be able to do anything they want to do us for fifteen, thirty, forty-five minutes or an hour.

I couldn't keep track. I didn't try. But the dickering went on and on. It sounded like we were going to be getting raped all night long in that little trailer. I now understood the look in Cassy's eyes when we were leaving the house this evening. She's been through this before. I'm still troubled by the fact that she just had an orgasm. But I've got to give her credit for surviving this without losing her mind. I'm not certain I'll be able to do that.

I don't know whether Ty finished selling us for the entire night or if the customers were just getting impatient. In any case, Cassy and I were finally separated and taken back inside. Cassy was escorted into the tiny box in the back that had once been the bedroom. The built-in bed that had once been there was gone, replaced like a cot just like the one on which I was about to begin my new career as a prostitute.

One of the two cameramen followed her. The other stood nearby, still recording my reactions for god only knows who to enjoy later.

There is no bedroom door. If there was one it probably disappeared years ago. Someone hung a curtain there but it remained open so that all could witness my sister's shame. We all watched as her first customer dropped his pants to his knees and climbed on top of her. She disappeared under the large man and we heard her grunts as he immediately started slamming his cock into her.

I turned to look down in disgust at the nasty mattress upon which I was going to spend the night getting raped. It made my skin crawl. It was so stained with various bodily fluids that it wasn't possible to tell what the original color had been. I wondered briefly how many other women have been raped on that mattress.

My first customer didn't even seem to notice. Ignoring the camera pointed at us, he undressed from the waist down and sat on the side of the small bed. He spread his legs and pulled me closer. His hands explored my body for only seconds before he pushed me to my knees on the filthy floor in front of him and leaned back to watch.

I told myself that at least he was clean. But even so, he smelled of cigarette smoke, beer, fresh sweat and almost overpowering cologne. I held my breath, bent down and with no teasing or preparation at all I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking. I just wanted to get it over with.

I suppose that's short sighted. The men are lined up outside watching through the open door and waiting their turns. There will be no shortage of cocks assaulting my body tonight. But I don't know how else to handle a situation like this.

I let my mind wander right up until I felt him tensing up. I sped up the motion of my hand on his cock shaft and prepared for a mouthful of that noxious, slimy fluid that was the end result of this activity. It should have bothered me that a man with whom I have never exchanged so much as a single word was about to cum in my mouth. But in this situation I think I preferred it that way. I didn't imagine that there was anything that I could say to him that wouldn't make my life more difficult.

The tall, skinny old man came in my mouth and I swallowed quickly. I waited for him to tell me I could straighten up. But as it turns out, my first customer was one of those who paid for time and not just an orgasm. He lay back on the bed, smiling as I continued to hold his cock in my mouth.

He finally spoke to me for the first time. "It turns me the fuck on that I'm your first paying customer. I love fuckin' hot little white girls. But I love it that much more because you obviously hate this so much. The fact that I'm the first man to pay to fuck you is icing on the cake. So get my cock hard again so I can do just that. My next load is going straight into that prissy little pink pussy, bitch."

I started sucking on his soft cock again. As I worked to get his cock hard I heard the man who just fucked Cassy coming out from the back. I heard Cassy moving around. She got up and went into the tiny little bathroom between the back bedroom and the room I was being raped in.

She was still in there cleaning up, with the camera recording her shame, when my first paying customer tapped my head and ordered me up onto the mattress on my hands and knees. I suppose if I have to do this at all I prefer to do it this way. I'm not looking forward to stretching out on my back on that mattress.

I got into position. I hated being able to see Ty, the man who just fucked Cassy, the cameraman, and my first customer, all standing within an arm's reach and smiling down at me. Even worse, I could hear the crowd outside the door. All those men who were growing hornier as they watched me getting fucked, knowing that half of them would soon get a turn to stick their cocks inside of me, too.

The man who paid to fuck me first got up and climbed onto the cot behind me. He needed help to find my opening. But once I guided the head of his cock to my vaginal opening he slid it into me with surprising ease. In that moment I was grateful for the moisture placed there by my sister's tongue as the man's cock entered me. His cock isn't uncomfortably large and thanks to the saliva providing lubrication it wasn't a painful experience.

It was, however, unpleasant and mind altering. I'm a prostitute! I wasn't certain if I'd ever recover from this horrible evening, starting with the very first rapes by Ty at Cassy's house.

Cassie came out of the bathroom and went back into her little bedroom. When she was ready, Joe came out of the room, went to the door and announced, "My wife is ready to fuck her next customer now."

I heard the emotion in his voice and it was hard not to feel sorry for him. On the other hand, why the fuck didn't he do something about this animal weeks ago?!

The man fucking me kept pumping away until Ty informed him that he had five more minutes. Under his breath the man exclaimed, "Damn!"

Then he asked Ty, "You gonna bring this bitch back here tomorrow? This is some fine pussy!"

Ty grinned and replied, "Yeah. Probably. The money's too good to let all that prime pussy just sit on their asses at home collecting dust."

The man picked up the pace but first he said, "You hear that, bitch? I'm gonna fuck you again tomorrow night! I can't wait 'til your pimp breaks in that tight, cherry ass and I can get me some a that!"

Then he started slamming into me so violently I had to put on hand up and brace myself against the wall to keep from having my head driven through the side of the trailer. Thankfully, it only lasted another minute or two before he growled like a wild animal and emptied his balls into me.

But he didn't move when he was finished. He stayed right there with his cock buried deep in my pussy until Ty notified him that his time was up. By the time he pulled out of me and stood up, Cassy was fucking her third customer of the night.

I was relieved to have that horrible experience finally come to an end. But I was so dazed by everything, by the half hour long rape to which I had no choice but to submit, by the strip show and groping that preceded it, by the fact that the man who just raped me had paid for the privilege and that I was now a prostitute; a woman who let men fuck her for money, that my mind was numb.

I remained kneeling on that filthy, gross smelling mattress while my first customer put his pants on. I was crying quietly and trying not to wonder how many more men would use my body tonight.

Ty finally slapped my ass and said, "Hey! Stupid! Get in there and clean your ass up. Nobody wants to fuck a ho with cum dripping out of her cunt!"

I started climbing slowly to my feet until he snarled, "You better move your ass! There's men waiting to pay good money to fuck you. I didn't bring you here to relax!"

I certainly didn't want to disappoint my customers. I stood up and with the cameraman following I went to the tiny bathroom I'd seen Cassy using. I stopped in the doorway for a second and then gasped and stepped back in shock. I almost threw up when the odor hit me. I swallowed the bile that rose up into my throat and tried to ignore the chuckling of the cameraman as I stared aghast at the ungodly mess.

The sink was black from the years of accumulated grime. But that was nothing compared to the toilet and the floor around it! I wasn't certain I could go in there with shoes on, much less in my bare feet!

The small, plastic toilet and apparently every square inch of the floor around it were covered with what must have been an accumulation of dried urine which took years to accumulate.

I looked back at Ty. He was watching me with that cruel smile on his face. He was enjoying the hell out of this. But he wouldn't enjoy it for much longer. I knew he'd soon grow impatient and I would suffer for it.

I gritted my teeth and stepped into the tiny little closet of a bathroom. It was so small that I could stand in the middle and touch all four walls easily. I turned and squatted over the toilet. There was no toilet seat but I knew that if there had been I couldn't have used it.

The cameraman squatted in the door and recorded everything as I emptied my bladder and then used a sheet from a roll of paper towels to wipe myself. I was about to drop the towel in the toilet when I noticed a trash can under the sink. That was obviously where the whores who came before me put their used paper towels.

I disposed of the towel and dampened another to wipe my thighs and my pubic area clean. I stepped back out into the small passageway between the bed on which I was entertaining customers and the doorway to the small bedroom where Cassy was working.

I leaned against the doorframe and used the paper towel to wipe the disgusting crud that was stuck to me from the bathroom floor from the bottoms of my feet. While I was doing that I glanced into the bedroom. Cassy was on her back under another large black man, lying there with a vacant look in her eyes while he pounded away.

Joe was standing in the corner facing them. I guess he was supposed to be watching but I doubt if he could actually see them with all the tears in his eyes. The cameraman was standing on the opposite side of the bed so that he could record the men raping Cassy and still include Joe in the frame.

I tossed the paper towel I'd been using into the can under the sink and turned to see another man just finished undressing in preparation for fucking me. I realized as I walked back to the front of the little trailer that I was no longer feeling the effects of the drug I'd been given. It didn't matter, though. I knew I wasn't getting out of here tonight until Ty was ready to leave.

My next customer was young, about my age or maybe even younger. He was also impatient. As soon as I was within reach he scooped me up and dropped me onto the mattress on my back. I was still shivering in disgust at having so much of my skin come into contact with that nasty mattress when he climbed up over me and, with my help, worked the head of his cock into my tender opening.

He paused for a second to look down at me. Then he slowly began to sink his hard cock into me. I hadn't really paid any attention when I returned from the bathroom. As much as possible I avoided looking at anyone and everyone. But as his cock continued to slowly enter my body I suddenly realized that he must be incredibly well hung.

His cock wasn't all that thick. Or at least I don't think it was. I was a bit numb and I couldn't really say. It didn't seem to stretch me out like Ty's cock did. It was, however, incredibly long. The head of his cock seemed to press against the opening to my cervix long before our pubic mounds met.

I grunted loudly at the strange and uncomfortable sensation. Nothing had ever touched me deep inside like that before. It didn't hurt. Not really. But it was uncomfortable for the first few minutes until somehow my body seemed to adjust. I hate to admit it, but before long, his long slow strokes were starting to feel quite pleasant. There was never any danger that I would have an orgasm. But if I have to submit to being raped I have to say that I'd rather it be pleasant than painful.

I found myself thinking that if this was consensual sex on a clean bed and the two of us were alone somewhere; I might have enjoyed having sex with this guy! But we weren't alone and I didn't want to fuck this guy and I was concerned with the diseases I was going to contract from fucking all these strange men and from being in contact with the nasty mattress I was being raped upon and using that disgusting bathroom.

The night went on and on. The men quickly became like a single entity. They were all the man who was raping me. I could no longer differentiate between them, in large part because I didn't want to. I didn't look at them any more than I had to. I sucked their cocks when they demanded it of me and I swallowed their bitter cream. I lay on my back or got up on my hands and knees while they fucked me one right after the other with just a short minute or two in between them to clean my thighs and my sore pussy.

Some of them were cruel and enjoyed making it hurt. Others gave me the impression that they might just as well be masturbating. They were just about as aware of me as I was of them. I was only a means to an end.

Some were old. Some were young. Some were clean. Most were not. It was a hot night and all were sweaty. Some, though, came to me with the sour smell of accumulated sweat that made it all but impossible to breathe while they raped me.

Several times that night I was raped by two men at a time. By the time the first twosome took me it didn't matter anymore. I didn't even really become aware that I'd experienced my very first threesome until it was over and they were getting dressed while discussing the relative merits of my cocksucking skills versus my still tight pussy!

I ignored them. I squeezed by them and used the bathroom to clean up as best I could. I noticed that my mind, though now released from the effects of the drug, was becoming increasingly foggy. I couldn't think. I had no concept of time. I wasn't even entirely certain what day it was anymore. But I took that to be a good thing. I didn't want to be aware.

It was almost dawn when it finally ended. Ty had long since gone outside where it was slightly cooler and stretched out to take a nap on the picnic table where Cassy and I performed our opening sixty-nine act for the men.

At long last I returned from another trip to the bathroom to find, not another customer, but Ty, stretching and yawning and looking pretty proud of himself. Just like a big city pimp!

We waited until Cassy's last customer finished up and left. She cleaned up quickly and when she came out of the bathroom, Ty said, "Let's go home. It's been a long, hard night."

The poor dear!

We started around the building toward the parking lot when I finally remembered I was naked. I exclaimed, "Wait! What about our clothes?!"

He just kept walking. Over his shoulder he said, "You won't be wearing shit like that anymore. We're gonna get you and your sister some slut clothes, something more appropriate for your new job. That reminds me. Don't forget to call your boss on Monday and quit. You work for me now. You'll be moving in with us, too."

I almost collapsed to the damp grass and died right then. This is my life now?! I can't. I can't live like this. I won't live like this. I'd much rather be dead.

Cassy came up behind me and took my arm. She got me moving again and I let myself be led around the building to the parking lot. There were a couple of other cars remaining there but no people. The other cars and the people were gone now. Cassy and Joe's Mercury was all by itself at the far end of the parking lot.

I wasn't concerned about being seen. Not just because so many men have seen me naked that it hardly matters anymore. But because the sky was just starting to lighten in the east and it was unlikely that anyone would be driving by to see us crossing the parking lot in the nude.

I was more concerned about stones and broken glass as I picked my way across the dirty, rutted lot in my bare feet.

Joe got in the driver's seat and Cassy and I sat on either side of Ty in the backseat again. Ty dropped the DVDs he'd been given by the owner of club onto the front seat and sat back, obviously pretty fucking proud of himself. He didn't play with our pussies this time, though. We'd been soiled by far too many men for him to want to touch us. Instead he placed our hands over his crotch and we began to lightly tease his half hard manhood with our fingertips.

Joe pulled out of the parking lot and headed the car towards their home. I slumped down in my seat, leaned my head back, closed my eyes and cried quietly. My fingers stayed busy in Ty's lap. But that didn't take any thought on my part.

I was more despondent than I've ever been in my life. I had no future now. I couldn't imagine a more hopeless situation than this. As we rode toward home in silence I started going over the various methods of suicide that I've heard of. I wanted something that wasn't too violent or messy and it should involve as little pain as possible. I had to find a way. I couldn't go back to that club tonight. Between now and then I had to end it. I had to.

We'd only been on the road for about ten minutes when the car started bucking and finally stopped in the middle of a bridge. Joe exclaimed, "Shit! We're out of gas!"

He looked at Ty in the rearview mirror and said, "Ty, we need to push it off the bridge. I have a can of gas in the trunk. But if the cops spot us on the bridge they'll stop. They'll get curious when they see Cassy and Laura in the backseat with no clothes on."

Ty looked pissed. I could tell that Joe was going to pay for letting the car run out of gas. But he nodded and ordered me to sit up front and steer while he and Joe pushed the car the rest of the way across the bridge.

I got out and sat in the driver's seat and watched them in the mirrors as they went around to the back of the car. Ty leaned down and placed his hands against the trunk but Joe just stood there.

If Joe said anything I didn't hear it. He just stood there until Ty straightened up and then it looked like Joe punched Ty in the chest. That was all that happened for several incredibly long seconds. But then, Ty began to slump down as if he was going to fall to his knees.

I watched in shock as Joe turned him and leaned him up against the bridge railing. He went through Ty's pockets, removing his wallet and a huge wad of cash. He took his watch off and then I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as Joe pushed Ty over the railing and he fell into the wide, fast moving river below.

It wasn't until he turned to face me again that I noticed the large knife in his hand! I watched in shock as he came back and opened the driver's door. He had to tell me twice to slide over. I finally snapped out of it and slid over to the passenger's side. I noticed that Cassy was just opening her eyes. She had no idea what just occurred. She still had that dead look in her eyes.

I stared in shock as Joe started the car. He tossed the knife and the watch and the huge wad of cash onto the front seat between us and calmly drove back to town. It was a long time before I found my voice. I stuttered, "What ... how ... I..."

I think Cassy must have been asleep. She suddenly realized that we were moving again and that Ty was no longer in the car. She sat up and looked around, obviously very confused. It was then that Joe finally explained.

Cassy and I listened, not quite sure how to react at first, as Joe explained that he spotted the knife sticking out of the pants pocket of one of Cassy's customers. He used his foot to push it out of sight against the wall behind him and when the cameraman was recording Cassy cleaning up in the bathroom a few minutes later he picked it up and put it in his back pocket. Thankfully the guy who owned it was too drunk to notice it was missing.

He didn't have a plan when he took the knife. He only knew that he had to do something. This had to end one way or another. As he stood there in the corner watching one man after another fuck his wife he began to plan. He couldn't confront Ty. The kid may only be fifteen but he was much larger and stronger than Joe. Any move he made would have to be unexpected.

He thought about the bridge and knew that if he could get Ty out of the car there it would be the perfect place to dispose of the body. It was less than a mile from that point to the ocean. With any luck, Ty's body would wash out to sea and hopefully feed the fish.

He faked running out of gas, pumping the accelerator a few times and then turning off the engine. In the dark, from the backseat, Ty didn't realize what Joe was doing.

The next step had been much easier than he feared. Although he's a pacifist and opposed to killing small animals for sport, if taking pleasure from killing small animals can rightly be called sport, he found that it was surprisingly easy to drive the point of that knife into Ty's chest, piercing his heart and killing him in seconds.

He said that the thing that shocked him the most was the near absence of blood. There was only a small blot of blood on the heel of his hand which he wiped off easily on Ty's shirt. He'd been expecting blood to spurt everywhere and when it didn't his relief was immense.

He wiped the blood off the knife and kept it. He didn't want to dispose of it until he was certain that there were no fingerprints on it.

On the way back to the house we went over what we were going to do next. We couldn't just leave it this way. We had to explain Ty's disappearance. Our story needed to be simple so that we didn't get confused when we called the police and DSS to report him missing.

We agreed to tell the authorities that Ty had slipped out of the house, for the second time that they knew of. They went looking for him. They looked all night long but couldn't find him. They even enlisted me to help in the search. We agreed that there need not be much more detail than that. The boy had run away.

Cassy and I managed to get from the car to the front door without being seen by the neighbors. We wanted to shower but thought it best that we didn't look fresh and clean when the police came, if they would come when we called.

I dressed in some of the spare clothing I brought with me when I thought I was going to be looking after Ty. I put on a pair of sandals. I felt better. But my body, and especially the soles of my feet felt bruised and battered. The important thing is that I survived and I didn't think I needed to see a doctor.

But then I realized that I most certainly needed to see a doctor. I would need to be tested for every disease known to man after what has happened to me in the last twelve hours or so.

As soon as we were dressed, Joe called the police. He reported Ty missing and because he was a minor they said that someone would be over soon to take a missing persons report. Then we went around the room collecting the movie cameras that recorded those first horrible rapes yesterday evening. Cassy removed the disks from all of them and handed them to me.

I looked at the disks, remembering what was on them. For some reason I didn't dispose of them immediately. I put them in my purse and put them out of my mind.

We also searched his room for any other disks he might have stashed and any other incriminating evidence. There was a cache of DVDs in the back of his closet. We didn't know what was on them but we took them. Better safe than sorry.

We had to wait an hour and a half for DSS to open for business. Cassy called their caseworker and told her what was going on. It was only then she learned that Ty had a long history of running away. The woman didn't seem very concerned.

Cassy promised to let her know if he came back or if the police located him. That had been surprisingly easy.

It was nearly another hour before a policeman arrived. The three of us were just about asleep in the living room when he showed up. He took the report and didn't sound at all suspicious. It must have been obvious to him that we'd been up all night. He believed us when we told him we spent the night looking for Ty.

He looked in Ty's room and took a photograph that Cassy offered him. He nodded when Cassy told him that the case worker said that Ty had a history of running away. He looked very sympathetic when he said, "Yeah. Some of those foster kids can be a handful. We'll do our best. But these kids often run away to the big city and are never heard from again. I'm sorry you had to go through this."

That was it!!

He left and all three of us took long, hot showers. Although we hadn't eaten since early the previous evening we were too tired and too upset to eat. I went to the bed in the spare bedroom. They went to their bed. All three of us slept until almost two o'clock on Sunday morning.

It was an outrageous hour to be up, but I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. I got up and brushed my teeth. I took another quick shower, dressed and went downstairs. They had heard me moving around and there was a cup of coffee waiting for me on the table. Beside it was a large pile of dirty, crumpled bills, mostly twenties. It looked like a lot of money. But I didn't count it. I didn't even want to touch it! However much it was it wasn't enough to compensate for what I went through.

Before I could sit down, Cassy ran over to me and put her arms around me. She started crying instantly and began to apologize again, over and over until I finally had to order her to stop. I told her again that I didn't blame her. I had to understand that she and Joe were only doing what they were forced to do since I quickly found myself in the same position.

We were half way through breakfast before Joe said, "We have to go back there. We have to do it this morning."

Cassy and I looked at him shock. I was most certainly not ever going back to that place!

Joe sighed and said, "They have all those DVDs. They recorded everything we did. If they don't know who we are already I don't doubt that they can somehow find out. We have to destroy that place and pray that the DVDs are still inside. We have to burn it down. At least that way they can't do to any other poor women what they did to you."

Cassy and I looked at each other. We were both terrified. But he was right and we knew it.

Joe had a can of gas in the trunk. He got another from his garage and he drove us back out to the club. We parked just off the road and watched for a while. It was dark inside. There was one car in the parking lot. We assumed that it probably belonged to some drunk who had gotten a ride home with a friend.

After we were reasonably certain that the place was deserted, Joe started the car and pulled into the parking lot, parking under a tree at the far edge. He went over and checked to make sure the other car was empty. Then he checked the front door of the club.

He came back to the car and we got out to help him. We poured gas all the way around the club. Joe went one way, Cassy and I went the other. I was scared shitless. But I found myself smiling as I looked at the dried out siding and thought about how well it would burn.

When we turned the corner and started across the rear of the building toward Joe who was coming from the other side I glanced around at the trailers. They were all dark now. We were as certain as we could be that there was no one here to witness our crime, or be harmed by it.

We put the empty gas cans back in the trunk and Cassy and I got in the car. Joe tossed a match onto the gas and ran like hell. But once he was away from the building he stopped running. He walked slowly back to the car. He got in and drove away as if he were pulling out of the parking lot of a grocery store after doing a little shopping.

Cassy and I both turned in our seats and watched as the club quickly became totally enveloped in flames. We could see the flames rising far above the tree tops for a long way down the road.

Joe didn't head back toward town, though. He turned in the other direction, explaining that he didn't want anyone to spot our car in the area at this time of night and get suspicious. He took the long way around by the lake and came back into town from the other side. We were halfway home before we spotted another car on the road.

We rode back to their house in silence. They invited me to stay but I had a lot of thinking to do. I gathered my things and went home to my apartment. I found it impossible to relax. Every time I did my mind wandered and I had flashbacks to the things that I did ... the things that were done to me last night.

I found myself wondering once again if suicide wouldn't be a viable option. I couldn't deal with those memories. But then I decided on a less permanent solution. I had a bottle of primo vodka in the freezer. I got it out and at about half past ten in the morning I began gulping down shots until the pain was sufficiently dulled.

I turned on the television to catch the news at noon. The leading story was the arson fire. A club that has been a thorn in the side of the authorities and residents of a small rural town nearby was totally destroyed. A police spokesman confirmed that the fire was arson and suggested that some of the local residents who have been complaining about the club for years may have taken things into their own hands.

That cheered me up! But then I started thinking again and that wasn't a good thing.

I was a wreck for weeks after that. But that first Tuesday, just before quitting time, the women I work for called me into their office to ask what was wrong. I tried to tell them that it was nothing. But they knew that was a lie. I quickly broke down and told them I'd been raped over the weekend.

They were instantly sympathetic. One of them admitted that she had once been raped and told me that the only thing that got her through it was a long period of therapy with a rape counselor.

I tried to tell her that I couldn't do that. I couldn't talk about what I'd been through. It was too humiliating. She ignored me. She went to her desk and flipped through her telephone index. She called the same counselor she'd seen and made an appointment for me. She even went with me that very evening and introduced me to the woman who eventually saved my sanity.

After my first session I convinced Cassy to make an appointment and we're working through this thing together now. We also convinced Joe that he should talk to someone.

There are some things we haven't shared with our therapist, of course. We didn't admit that Joe killed Ty. But I think the very perceptive counselor we're seeing suspects something. She hasn't come right out and said so. But I've noticed that she's careful what questions she asks when the subject turns to Ty and his sudden disappearance.

Cassie and I both were found to be positive for gonorrhea. It was humiliating. But I couldn't help being relieved that it wasn't something more serious. It was quickly cured, though I still didn't feel clean. I wondered if I ever would.

Ty finally did turn up. It was almost seven weeks later. His body had washed out to sea and what was left of it washed ashore almost thirty miles south of the river Joe tossed him into that night.

The police had taken possession of Ty's belongings by then and they compared the DNA from the remains with samples from his toothbrush. They notified Cassy and Joe and the people at DSS and that was the end of that.

But it still isn't over. I've been out on a couple of dates since ... since that night. Not at first, of course. It was more than a month before I agreed to go out with a guy. I knew it was too soon. But I kind of hoped that acting normal might make me more normal.

Big mistake! That first date was a fiasco. I was scared to death and my date realized it. The date ended quickly and I never heard from him again. It was a shame, too. The guy was handsome and very sweet.

A couple of months later, with a lot of counseling from the therapist and a lot of help from my boss who has been through it, I accepted another date. I was beginning to feel better about myself and to be honest, much to my surprise, I was actually feeling horny!

Something clicked between us right from the start. The date went well and so did the second date. After that second date I found myself lying in bed masturbating, imagining that the hands that were touching me were his. It turned out so well that at the start of the third date I invited him in and sat him down in the kitchen. I poured us both a drink and sat across from him. I told him that I didn't think it was fair that we continue seeing each other unless I told him what happened to me.

My therapist told me I shouldn't do that. Most men can't handle it. But I'm still not whole yet. I thought he needed to know I have problems and why.

I left out the gory details. But I told him in a general way that I had been gang raped and was still seeing a therapist because it had been so horrible.

I couldn't have asked for a better reaction! He started to reach across the table to hold my hands but stopped and looked to see my reaction.

I smiled and said, "It's okay. For some reason I trust you. I feel safe with you."

I chuckled and added, "I meant that in a good way."

He smiled and said, "I'm sorry for what you went through. But I want you to know that I like you. I like you a lot. I'll go just as slow as you need me to go. You'll have to guide me through this. I'm no more perceptive than the rest of my gender. You know how dumb men are!"

I laughed again. But he was wrong. I knew he was wrong. He was very good at reading me. He took his time and wasn't the least bit threatening. By the time he brought me home I knew he was the man I wanted to hold and kiss and make love to for the first time since that horrible night with Ty.

He was almost too gentle! We kissed and whispered silly things to each other. We laughed quietly and kissed some more until finally there was no doubt in my mind. I stood up and offered him my hand.

He stood up and took me back into his arms. He kissed the tip of my nose and asked, "Are you sure? I can wait for you. I don't..."

I touched my finger to his lips to stop him. I smiled and said, "I can't say I'm not nervous. I've been afraid for a long time. But I'm sure. I'm sure because I know how I feel about you and I know I can trust you. Mr. Stephen Kent, I am proud, and happier than you could ever imagine, to admit that I want you."

We kissed again, a light, gentle kiss at first. But it quickly became more passionate. I led him to my bedroom. I was conscious of a small vestige of the fear I've been living with for so long. But I resolved to ignore it.

As soon as we entered my bedroom I moved back into Steve's arms. We kissed and his hands began to explore my body over my clothing. He was being very tentative, waiting to see how I'd react. When I moaned in response and pressed my body against his he knew it was alright. He began to slowly remove my clothes.

My original plan when I brought him to my bedroom was to undress for him. But I was enjoying it this way even more. Our lips remained locked together, our tongues entwined until I was left in only my panties.

He finally stepped back and his eyes explored my body. I was so relieved. I was relieved because I saw how much he liked what he saw. I liked it that he wants me. But I was even more relieved to realize that I like having him look at me and want me that way. Ty hadn't ruined that for me!

I helped Steve undress and we stood together naked for a long time, kissing and holding each other. I loved the way his hard cock felt when it was pressed against my belly. I don't think I felt this excited about what we were doing since the night I lost my virginity!

He picked me up and placed me on my bed. He stretched out beside me and we continued to kiss for a long time. As we kissed our hands caressed each other's bodies. It may have helped that this was more than just lust. But it was lust, too. Good, healthy, breathtaking lust.

He began to kiss his way down my body, kissing and licking every part of me on the way down to my sopping wet pussy. But I felt myself tensing up as his lips neared my vulva. I couldn't help thinking about all the men who raped me that night. All the dirty, nasty, hateful men who slammed their cocks into me and filled me with their hate driven seed.

Suddenly I wasn't so confident. Suddenly I wasn't sure I should let this happen. Maybe it wasn't right for me to let him put his tongue there.

Steve sensed the change in me. Somehow, intuitively, he knew what I was worried about. He lightly kissed my mound and then he smiled up at me and said, "Relax, Laura. You don't have cooties."

As stupid as that might sound, it was exactly the right thing to say. I laughed much harder than that silly remark deserved. But after that it was alright. It was much better than alright. It was the best ever!

And I enjoyed it almost as much when I finally pushed his head away from my still bald pussy and returned the favor. I enjoyed sucking his beautiful cock in a way that I've never enjoyed it before. I could have kept going all night long. But of course he could only take so much of that.

It wasn't over, though. We made love long into the night. We did just about everything that two naked people can do with each other. And the more we did it the better it was.

We finally passed out sometime after three in the morning. When my alarm went off at six o'clock I almost shut it off, snuggled up in Steve's arms and went back to sleep. I desperately wanted to.

But Steve struggled out of bed and got dressed. He had an important meeting he couldn't miss. He had to go home, shower and change clothes.

But as I lay there watching him dress he smiled down at me and said, "You're so beautiful. I can't believe ... I can't believe you chose me. I'm going to be worthless at work today. You're all I can think about. Can I take you to dinner again tonight? Is that too much? I don't want to suffocate you. I swear I'm not a stalker."

I smiled and got up. I went to him and put my arms around him. We kissed and I replied, "No. You can't take me to dinner tonight. I want you to come here. I want to cook for you. I want to be alone with you. And you have my permission to stalk me to your heart's content."

I was a few minutes late getting work. Three hours sleep is just not enough for me and despite my almost unbearably happiness I was really bushed.

When I finally dragged my tired ass in to work I apologized to the two women who own the small company. I wasn't too worried. I've never been late before and they're pretty easy going. But as soon as I got the lame apology out they looked at each other, smiled, and then they attacked me. They knew I was going out last night and I guess it was obvious that it went well. They gathered around me in a group hug for a moment and then insisted on hearing all about my night. They were as happy for me as I was!

I told them all about Steve. And I gave them the R rated version of last night's events. Lynne stared into my eyes as I spoke and when I finished she said, "You're in love! Oh Laura! I'm so happy for you. You're back! I think I'm going to cry! You have your life back! Somebody slap me! I can't stop gushing!"

Donna laughed and said, "I dare you to say that again."

THE END

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