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Cindy and company 4
By pamela7@juno.com
(bestiality incest interracial teen BDSM slavery bondage HighSchool humiliation blackmail torture nc Heavy violent )

When Raymond's father came home, he knew almost instantly what had
happened. One look at his son's quasi-innocent but self-satisfied face told him
that Raymond had been up to something, and he suspected what it was even before
he went into the kitchen and saw Jenna, who was still cleaning up. There were
marks on her face and body that hadn't been there before, and as soon as she saw
him she began to tremble. Without a word, he marched back into the living room,
went up to where his son was sitting and without warning backhanded him a savage
blow across the face. Raymond cried out and tried to stand up, but his father
hit him again. Raymond put up his hands to shield himself, cringing.
"You have deliberately disobeyed me, Raymond," his father said. "I will
not tolerate that, and you know it. How dare you go against my orders?"
"Dad, I was just--I mean, I couldn't help it. It was her--she wanted it,
Dad, and she begged me, she...I couldn't..."
"You are contemptible," his father said. "I am ashamed to think you are
my son. You will be punished for this, Raymond. And you have lost any privileges
you may have enjoyed in this house. From now on you will have nothing to do with
Piss Girl, or with Cock Sucker, or with any other female under this roof.
Including your sister. You will never touch any of them again. Is that clear?"
"But-but Dad..." He started to protest, but he could see in his father's
face that it was no use.
"Piss Girl," his father called. "Come in here."
Jenna came in. She was still shaking. She quickly assumed the kneeling
position.
"You have violated my trust," Raymond's father said. "You can no longer
be my slave. You will have to leave here at once."
Tears sprang to Jenna's eyes, and she gave an involuntary cry. "Please,
sir," she whimpered through quivering lips. "Oh god, please don't send me away.
Punish me, do anything to me. I didn't mean to--I would never--I swear--"
"I realize that this violation was not completely voluntary on your
part," Raymond's father said. "Nevertheless, it should not have happened, and I
cannot condone it. Furthermore, no punishment would be sufficient to atone for
this, particularly as punishment is a pleasure for you, twisted slut that you
are. The only chastisement you will truly appreciate is being deprived of that
subservient status which is the only thing that can give meaning to your
miserable life. You will go at once."
"No..." Jenna wailed. Trembling harder now, she went to all fours and
crawled across the room to him, sobbing, until she was crouched at his feet. "I
beg you, sir," she choked out. "You are right, I am a twisted slut, but I am
your slave, I belong only to you. Oh, please let me stay with you. I will do
anything. Anything..." She was crying too hard to continue.
"Indeed," Raymond's father said. He stood there looking down at the
huddled, shaking, spasming figure, saying nothing more until her sobbing
gradually subsided and her tear-streaked face turned up to him, her eyes red and
fearful. Then he pulled down his zipper and took out his dangling penis. "Drink
this, Piss Girl," he said. Jenna immediately raised herself on her knees and put
her mouth around the flaccid phallus. Raymond's father pissed strongly and
steadily into her mouth, and Jenna expertly swallowed it all down as it came, in
spite of the occasional residual sob that escaped from her mouth.
"Do you remember, Piss Girl," Raymond's father said as he relieved
himself, "when you first came to me, begging to be my slave, do you remember
what it was that I asked you to do in order to prove the strength and extent of
your desire? An action which at first you were unable to carry out, but which,
when your overwhelming need for captivity and degradation compelled you to
return, you then agreed to do. Do you recall that, Piss Girl?"
Jenna's face went pale, but she did not stop swallowing his piss. She
made a sound around his cock, a sound that was both an affirmative answer to his
question and a frightened reaction to it.
"Of course you do," Raymond's father said. "And when I, at the last
minute, rescinded that demand, did I not inform you that I might, if
circumstances warranted, renew it at some future date?" He finished pissing, and
Janna dutifully milked the last few drops from his penis and cleaned off the tip
with her tongue before letting it drop from her mouth. "Did I not, Piss Girl?"
he said
Jenna swallowed once more, even though there was nothing left in her
mouth to swallow. "Yes, sir," she whispered.
"And now the time has come," Raymond's father said.
#
By now Chet knew pretty well which classrooms were not in use at which
times, and he had no trouble finding an empty one for him and Rachel to use. He
smiled at her as he locked the door behind them. Rachel did not return the
smile. Her face was expressionless. She did not cry or beg, but she was
obviously not happy. In her eyes he thought he could see the hatred and contempt
for him that she had expressed the previous day. The submissive words she had
said to him earlier, and the compliance she had agreed to, were the result of
the fear that had been instilled into her, which was even stronger than her
loathing. That was fine with him. That had been the idea.
"Well, Rach," he said to her. "Here we are. Didn't I tell you this would
happen? You could've saved yourself a lot of grief if you'd just listened to me
and been a good girl. Couldn't you?"
"Well, it's too late for that," Rachel said flatly. "What do you want me
to do?"
"A lot," Chet said. "I want you to do a lot, Rachel. You can start by
getting naked."
Rachel took a breath. Then she began to take off her clothes. He could
see that her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her shirt, but she did
it without hesitation and without pause, stripping herself methodically and
rather mechanically of shirt, slacks, shoes, socks, bra and panties. When she
was done she stood there naked, looking at him, still with no visible
expression, except for what was in the depths of her eyes.
"That's gorgeous, Rachel," Chet said, his eyes moving slowly and
deliberately over her slender, curvaceous body, her shapely legs, her narrow
waist, her small but assertive breasts. There were marks on that body-- bruises,
scratches and abrasions from the night before, and an angry-looking rope burn
around her neck--but none of these things marred the overall beauty and
eroticism of her nakedness. In a way, he couldn't help thinking, they might even
have enhanced it.
"Boy, they really worked you over, didn't they, Rachel?" he said to her.
And when she said nothing, he added, "Tell me what they did to you."
"Why?" Rachel said testily. "Come on, Chet, you've got me here, just do
what you want, okay?"
"Rachel," Chet said.
"What?"
"You know I can get those two guys to play with you again." He was aware
that this probably wasn't true, but he knew it would have the effect he wanted.
"I can get them any time I want, and I know they'd enjoy that. Is that what you
want, Rachel?"
"No." The fear was visible now. "No, Chet."
"Say please," Chet said.
"Please."
"Now tell me what they did to you, Rach. Tell me everything. In detail.
Okay?"
So she did. She told him all of it. When she finished a tear slipped out
of her eye and ran down her cheek, but she quickly brushed it away.
Her recitation excited him. His cock was very hard. He quickly took off
his clothes. Rachel looked away.
"Look at me, Rachel," he said.
She looked at him.
"Come over here."
She came.
Chet raised his hands and clamped them over her breasts. Rachel stood
very still.
"Sweet little bitch," Chet said. "Snotty, stuck-up, snobby little
bitch." He squeezed her breasts slightly. "Ask me to fuck you," he said.
"Chet--"
"Rachel. You gonna do what I say?"
Rachel took a breath. "Yes," she said between her teeth.
"Then ask me to fuck you. Ask me nice. Say please."
"Please fuck me," Rachel said.
Chet squeezed her breasts harder, until she gasped. "Nicer than that,"
he said.
She swallowed. "Please fuck me, Chet."
"I will," he said. "Now ask me to let you suck my dick."
"Oh god, you--"
He twisted the breasts. Rachel let out a cry and hunched forward.
"Ask me."
"Please...let me suck your dick," she got out.
"Again."
"Please let me suck your dick." She was panting now.
Chet suddenly let go of her. She straightened up, putting her arms over
her breasts protectively, harsh breaths coming from her mouth. "You know, I
shouldn't have to hurt you to get you to be nice to me," he said. "You've
already been persuaded, and you just said you don't want to go through that
again. So let's try it without the pain. Beg me to let you suck my dick, you
little cunt."
Rachel closed her eyes, but he ordered her to look at him again. He
couldn't have described what was in those eyes as they looked into his. But her
words were what he wanted to hear. "Please, Chet...please...I'm begging
you...please let me suck your dick. Please."
"Okay," he said. "Do it. Now."
And Rachel got down on her knees on the dirty classroom floor and took
his cock in her mouth. She was still panting a little, but she didn't cry or
moan. He told her to do it well, and she did. He didn't touch her, even her
hair, he just stood there and let her pleasure him. When he was ready to come he
told her not to move, to keep her head where it was, and she did so as he pulled
out of her mouth and shot his jism all over her face.
"Don't wipe it off, Rachel," he said. "Take me back in and suck me hard
again, so I can fuck the shit out of you."
When she had done that he lay down on his back and had her get on top of
him and take him inside her. Having come once, he was able to hold out now, and
he had her fuck him that way for a long time, watching her breasts bouce and her
thighs flex as she pumped herself up and down, watching how her hair flew around
her face, and how his come kept dripping from her face onto her breasts. He told
her when to go fast and when to go slow, when to twist her hips, and when he got
close again he had her bend down to him and kiss him, putting her tongue in his
mouth. He reached up and held onto her hair, jamming her lips hard against his
and grunting triumphantly into her gasping mouth as he shot up into her.
"Okay, Rach," he said finally. "That's it for this time. But I'll be
seeing you again, Rachel baby. And next time you can beg me to ream your ass.
Okay?"
In a low voice, Rachel said yes. She had no choice. It was only when
Chet had left her alone that she allowed herself to cry.
#
He had brought Rhonda down to the kitchen to watch, although she had no
idea what her daughter was going to do. There was one other person present--Dr.
Calley, who had been called in to treat Jenna afterward. He was seated in a
chair in the corner, his medical bag at his feet. Raymond's father placed Rhonda
on her knees to one side of the doorway. Her hair was beginning to grow back in
a rather straggly manner, and she seemed bewildered at the presence of the
doctor, and at her daughter's distraught and rather haggard appearance. Jenna
was trembling badly and biting at her lip, and she was very pale. Raymond's
father led her to the kitchen table and told her to proceed. It was only when
Jenna spread the little finger of her left hand on the chopping block and picked
up the meat cleaver in her other hand that Rhonda understood what was about to
happen. Immediately she began to scream. She tried to get to her feet, but
Raymond's father was upon her, forcing her down. She struggled furiously,
shouting and pleading, and Raymond's father was barely able to subdue her by
holding her from behind and getting a chokehold around her neck with one arm,
threatening to cut off her air. The hold also prevented her from lowering or
turning her head, forcing her to watch what her daughter was doing. Her breath
came in great tortured gasps, and her eyes were wild and frantic as she still
tried to plead with him, with her daughter, with God, with anybody to stop this
unbelievable nightmare.
With his free hand, Raymond's father unzipped his pants, brought out his
now hard penis and guided himself to the squirming, babbling woman's anus,
forcing himself into her with one ruthless lunge, holding himself there as she
screamed and spasmed. "Proceed, Piss Girl," he said over her screams to Jenna,
who was still holding the cleaver, shaking harder than ever and emitting an
involuntary moan with every expelled breath. Her eyes, too, were wide and wild.
"I won't say it again, slut," Raymond's father said. "Do it or get out
for good. Now!"
Jenna gave one long, keening, animal-like cry which cut through her
mother's screams with its soul-shattering mixture of terror, horror and
surrender as she raised the cleaver high, held it there for one brief yet
interminable second, and then brought it down with all her strength onto the
block to sever her finger at the joint where it met her hand.
Jenna fainted instantly, blood spurting from her hand as she collapsed
to the floor. The doctor moved swiftly to attend her, applying his prepared
tourniquet, stanching the blood and expertly stitching and bandaging the wound.
Rhonda's screams went on, but they were weaker now and interspersed with sobs.
Raymond's father continued to fuck her ass until he came.
When Jenna was revived, the doctor was paid for his services by being
allowed to be the first man to possess the now nine-fingered slave, which he did
on the kitchen floor for a long time. It was not until after he had finished
that he gave her a sedative to ease her pain. Rhonda, of course, watched it all.
Raymond's father had Jenna's amputated finger embalmed and hung on a
slim chain, and from then on Jenna was forced to wear it around her neck like a
locket, to remind her, he said, of what she was. Sometimes, for his amusement,
he would have her put it in her mouth and suck on it. He especially enjoyed
having her do this in front of Rhonda, who never failed to excite him further
with her tears.
#
"Okay," Chet said. "We're doing pretty good here, Cindy. Let's see, so
far I've had you--" He reached out to tweak her nipple in appreciation--"then
cute little Sallie Jussel. Then Norma Veney, the gorgeous dyke with the big
tits. Then that cunt bitch Armina, and now even your best friend Rachel has come
around. That's not bad, Cindy, I have to admit you've done pretty well so far.
And all to keep me from turning you into a whore."
"You've done that anyway," Cindy said flatly.
Chet took hold of her hair and pulled on it, wrenching her head back.
Holding her that way, he said, "Are you complaining, Cindy?"
"No," Cindy said, forcing her words out through the strain in her neck
and the pain in her scalp. "No, Chet. I'm not."
"Good," Chet said, letting her go. "And don't exaggerate, Cindy. I know
you fucked old Russ Kerstetter, and even what's-her-name, Norma's girlfriend,
not to mention those two thugs of your father's, but that was your own choice,
Cindy. I didn't order you to do that, did I?"
"You ordered me to get you my friends. That was the only way I could do
it. You know that."
"How you did it is your business," Chuck said, grinning. "Anyway, that's
not as bad as what could have happened if you didn't, right? Better that than
having to fuck every guy in school, isn't it, Cindy? Not to mention anybody else
I might come up with. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," Cindy said dully.
"Anyway, like I was saying, we've gone through most of your hoity-toity
friends, and it looks like Melanie Bryan is the only one left in the big-wheel
category. Who are you gonna fuck to get Melanie for me, Cindy? Or you gonna call
on old Ben and Jack again?"
"Chet," Cindy said, "Melanie is a virgin."
"You're kidding."
"No. She says she's saving herself for marriage. She's kind of
religious, you know? And she's never done it. Really."
"Well, that's great!" Chet said. "I've never had a virgin. God knows you
weren't one." And he reached over to tweak her nipple again, this time hard
enough to make Cindy draw in a hissing breath. "How soon can you get her for me,
Cindy?"
"I-I don't know, Chet. I-I'll have to..."
Chet tightened his grip. "Don't take too long, Cindy. Make it soon.
Okay?"
"Yes, Chet." Her voice was thin and strained.
"Good. Now you can suck my dick."
When she was finished, Cindy ventured a question. "Chet...after
Melanie...when you've had all my friends...will you...I mean, that will...I
mean..."
"You mean will you have to get me any more girls? Is that what you mean,
Cindy? Well, we'll just have to see, won't we? There are a lot of good-looking
girls in school, you know, even if they're not in the fucking elite group. And
you're so good at pimping for me, Cin. We'll just have to wait and see."
#
Cindy knew she had made a bad mistake by letting Chet find out about Ben
and Jack. Actually, it was them she had told about him, since they had insisted
on knowing all the details of what she wanted them to do, and it had been their
idea to call him over to Armina's house that night. Now she could only pray that
Chet would say nothing about them to her father. Fortunately he and her father
hadn't been in contact lately, and she could only hope it stayed that way. Her
father would not be happy with her if he found out, to say the least. The very
thought of it made her weak.
But she had to see them at least once more. After they had finished with
her the first time, they told her that she had just paid for their services for
one night only. Each further service would require her to come back and do them
again. There was no way she could argue with them. When Chet had called her
about Rachel, she had gone back there. That time, because she wanted them to act
immediately, they had used her twice as long as before, and twice as hard. Some
of the things they had done to her made her shiver when she thought of them. And
before she left they had made her drink their piss. She really didn't want to go
back a third time, but she had no choice. There was no other way she could
possibly get Melanie for Chet.
So she went.
"You again?" Jack said when he opened the door.
"Yes," Cindy said. "I need you one more time, okay?"
He turned his back to her, and she followed him into the apartment. "You
got any money this time?" he asked her.
"No. You know I don't have that kind of money."
"Yeah, well I don't know, bitch, I'm getting kind of tired of banging
that whore body of yours, if you want to know the truth."
"I just need you for one more girl," Cindy pleaded, hoping it was true.
"I'll be good for you, you know I will." She looked around. "Is Ben here?"
"Yeah, he's here. He's in the bathroom. But he's tired of banging you
too."
"Please," Cindy said.
"Tell you what," Jack said. "Why don't you go in there and wipe his ass
for him, maybe that'll make him feel charitable."
"Look--" Cindy began.
Jack cut her off. "I'm serious," he said. "Go in there, cunt, and tell
him you want to wipe his ass for him. Then we'll see what happens."
"Christ," Cindy said.
Jack just waited.
Cindy knew where the bathroom was from her previous visits. She made her
way to it and knocked on the closed door.
"What, for Chrissake?" came Ben's voice.
"It's--it's Cindy," she said. "Jack said--" She swallowed. "Can I come
in?" she asked.
"What the hell," Ben said. "Sure. Why not?"
Cindy opened the door and went in. Ben was sitting on the toilet, his
pants and shorts around his ankles. "What do you want?" he said, grinning at
her.
"I--Jack said I should--wipe your ass for you," Cindy said.
"Oh yeah? Well ain't that nice. You could do that, all right. But why
don't you blow me first. I don't think I ever had a blow job while I was
shitting before. Show me what it feels like, girl."
She had to think of Melanie, and of how, hopefully, this would be the
last time with them. She stepped forward and went to her knees in front of the
toilet bowl. Bending forward, she took his still limp cock in her hand and put
her mouth around it.
As she teased it with her tongue, feeling it grow and harden, she heard
Jack's voice behind her. "I told this cunt we were tired of banging her. But I
guess we're gonna have to go to work again."
"She'll earn it," Ben said. Even as he got hard in Cindy's moving mouth,
he continued to make grunting sounds as he emptied his bowels. Cindy tried to
hold her breath against the smell, but she didn't stop sucking until he pulled
her head from his cock. "Okay, girl, now you can wipe my ass," he said, and she
wasn't surprised when he told her to do it with her tongue.
#
Jack, of course, managed to fuck her in spite of his reservations. Both
of them did, for a long time, and when they finished she told them about
Melanie. She now regretted having told Chet that Melanie was a virgin, for now
Chet was looking forward to taking her cherry, which meant she had to persuade
Ben and Jack to keep her intact for him.
Jack was not happy with this. "Fuck that," he snarled. "You want us to
straighten out this cunt, we do it however we want. Take it or leave it, bitch."
But to her surprise, Ben just shrugged. "Big fucking deal," he said. "We
did that with that first bitch, didn't we? What the hell, we can just get ours
afterward."
"Yeah, well if it was up to me we wouldn't have waited then either. I
don't like being told how to do my job. You put extra demands on us, girl, we do
the same for you, you hear me? You're not finished here yet, baby. Not by a long
shot."
"I thought you said you were tired of fucking her," Ben said. "And that
was before you practically wore out your dick on her just now."
"So what?" Jack said. "We're not the only dicks in the world. I think we
should let her fuck some friends of ours too. Might be something to watch, don't
you think?"
Cindy closed her eyes.
"Like who?" Ben said.
"Like Warren," Jack replied. "I'm thinking about old Warren and his pal,
Fred. Wouldn't that be interesting?"
Ben grinned. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, that should be interesting, all
right. What do you say, girl? You ready to give it up to a couple acquaintances
of ours?"
Cindy sighed wearily. "Do I have a choice?"
"Sure," Jack said. "You got a choice, cunt. But you don't do what we
want, we don't do what you want. Be a shame after everything you already did
tonight. But it's up to you."
"You bastards," Cindy said. "All right. But then that's it, right?"
"Sure," Ben said. "Make the call, Jack."
They let her take a shower so she would be fresh for their friends,
though they stayed with her as she did it, and they entertained themselves in
various ways with her body, most of them painful, while they waited. It was half
an hour later when the doorbell rang. "That must be Warren and Fred now," Jack
said, and he went to admit the new guests. He brought them into the living room
and introduced them.
Cindy almost fainted.
Warren was a tall, broad man in his forties with long blonde hair, whose
eyes glittered as he took in Cindy's naked body.
Fred was a big black dog.
#
"I won't do it," Cindy said. "I can't."
"Then get the fuck out of here," Jack said. "And don't bother us again."
"Please," Cindy said. "I'll do anything else you want. Please."
"You want us to do the girl, you fuck the dog, bitch."
Warren stood silently, his expression unchanging. Only his eyes moved,
constantly traveling up and down her body. Fred stood on a leash, slobbering and
growling lightly.
"Oh god, I can't!" Cindy moaned.
"Yeah, you can," Ben said. "You just get on your hands and knees, girl,
and brace yourself, and old Fred will do the rest. Right, Warren?"
Warren just grunted.
With all her being, Cindy wanted to leave. She didn't care any more
about what she had already done that night; the hell with that, she just wanted
to get out of there. But there was Chet. What he would do if she didn't procure
Melanie for him. What he would make her do. What her father would...
"Oh Christ help me," she whimpered. And she got on all fours.
Fred's growl got louder.
Warren bent down and released Fred's leash, patting the dog, whispering
into his ear. Fred moved toward the crouching girl, slowly, stiff-legged,
growling. His red erection was already evident. Cindy was shaking.
She felt the dog's snout as he sniffed at her behind, and she let out a
frightened moan as he tongued her crotch. Then he was on her with one loud bark,
his sudden weight forcing her onto her elbows, his paws scratching at her back,
his hard erection stabbing at her again and again, searching for an opening.
Jack called to her to spread her knees wider, and she did, and then she screamed
as the dog found her and thrust inside her. His erection hadn't seemed so large
when she first glimpsed it, but now it felt huge, and there was a strange
thickness about it that hurt her inside like no other penis she had even known.
Fred was still growling, but also making whining sounds and slobbering on her
neck as he pounded at her rapidly. She could hear Jack laughing. She had never
felt as degraded as this, not even with her father or with Chet, but she thought
at least it would be over soon. Animals are quick, she thought, and the way he
was going at her, he couldn't last. But Fred kept going. And going. Cindy began
to sob. And then she was aware that something was in front of her face, and
raising her head she saw that it was an erect penis. Warren's. He moved forward,
rubbing it against her lips. No, Cindy thought, but she knew what she had to do.
She opened her sobbing mouth and took him in. She hardly had to do anything
more; Fred's hard, unrelenting thrusts imparted a back-and-forth movement to her
body that had her sucking Warren's dick like a fast-moving pump, and she only
had to try not to choke on it as it drove into her throat.
Finally Fred's growls rose to a crescendo, and his thrusts came faster
still, and then he was whining sharply as he shot his canine come into Cindy's
body. Cindy was sobbing and moaning around Warren's hard flesh, but he had his
hands in her hair now, and she couldn't move away. At least the dog was
finished, she thought, waiting for him to pull out of her aching, throbbing
pussy. But he didn't. The thickness was still there, and he stayed in, his
weight resting more heavily on her now. It was as though he was stuck inside
her, and Cindy began to panic, pulling her mouth from Warren's cock in spite of
the sharp pain in her scalp.
Jack was laughing again. "Give him a chance, pussy girl," he said
mockingly. "You got that dog so worked up, it'll take him a little time to lose
that knot. By the time he does, you'll be all ready to take him on again, won't
you, cunt?"
Her eyes went wide and she tried to shake her head, but Warren was
pulling hard on her hair now, and she was forced to take him back in her mouth.
Without the driving force of the dog, Warren directed her movements by pulling
back and forth on her hair, fucking her face more slowly and deeply. Each time
he thrust into her throat he kept her there for a long moment as she choked and
gagged, and to avoid being strangled she concentrated on making it as good for
him as she could, using all her skills, until he spurted down her throat.
By then Fred had finally slipped out of her. Jack and Ben had both been
aroused again by the sight of her fucking the dog. They told her to stay as she
was, and Ben took Warren's place in her mouth while Jack fucked her ass. After
that they decided that Fred probably wanted more too.
Cindy protested and begged, but it was no use. This time they sat her in
an easy chair, slumping down so that her crotch was pushed forward, with her
feet on the front edge of the chair seat and her knees raised and spread. They
were right about Fred. He loomed over her, standing on his hind legs with his
front paws on the chair arms, barking wildly into her face and nearly scaring
her to death as his cock once again stabbed at her groin. When he didn't find
her opening immediately, Jack told her to put the dog's cock in her cunt. When
her shaking hand found his erection Fred barked even louder, but once he was
inside her he subsided into growls and whines, licking at Cindy's face with his
long slobbering tongue as he pumped away at triphammer speed. Cindy cried out
and tried to turn her face away, but she couldn't escape that wet, avid tongue
all over her face, the foul odor of the dog's breath in her nostrils. She
thought she might throw up, but she was too busy whimpering and sobbing with
pain, fright and degradation.
Even after Fred again shot his load inside her he continued to lick her
face as his erection slowly subsided. "Oh god," Cindy sobbed. "Get him off me,
for god's sake!"
"Hey, don't be that way, dog fucker," Jack said mockingly. "Old Fred
will think you don't like him. He's a very sensitive pooch, right, Warren?"
Warren just grunted.
"You think old Fred would like to fuck this cunt in the ass?" Jack
asked.
"I think old Fred has about had it for now." Ben put in.
"Naw," Jack said. "I want to see him ass-fuck her."
Cindy gave a cry of pain as Fred now pulled himself out of her. He
trotted over to Warren and lay down at his feet. Cindy curled herself into a
ball in the chair, crying softly.
"Shut up, bitch," Jack said. "You're not done yet. Old Fred just needs a
little encouragement. A little stimulation, you know? So go suck his dick for
him till he gets it up again."
Cindy raised her head and stared at him, a look of disbelief and horror
on her face. Jack grinned at her. "Yeah, you're real good at that," he said.
"Old Fred will appreciate it. In fact, I think you should suck him off and let
him come in your mouth." Cindy gave a cry. "Yeah, and swallow it too," Jack went
on. "Do it, bitch," he said more harshly as the shaking girl didn't move. "Or
the whole deal's off. Right, Ben?"
"Yeah," Ben said.
It was then that Cindy did throw up. When she was finished, they made
her eat her vomit off the floor. Then she sucked off the dog.
#
Melanie was easy. They did it on a Saturday, when Chet's parents were
away for the weekend, so Jack and Ben simply had to pick her up and bring her
over to his house. Chet had told Cindy to be there too, so she could witness the
deflowering of the last of her friends.
Melanie, of course, was indignant, bewildered and frightened at having
been taken off the street by two rough strangers and transported to a house she
didn't recognize. When she saw Chet and Cindy her bewilderent, at least, was
even greater. "Cindy!" she exclaimed. "What--what is this? What's going on
here?"
Chet grinned at her. "Well, Melane, this is kind of a surprise party,
you might say. And you're the guest of honor. Isn't that nice?"
Melanie's hair was jet-black, falling to her shoulders and curling
inward. Her eyes were dark also, but her skin was fair and creamy. Her body was
on the slender side, but well proportioned, her breasts not large, but standing
out from her chest in an attention-getting fashion. Her waist was small, and the
knee-length dress she wore showed well-curved calves below it. "A party?" she
said suspiciously. "What kind of a party?"
"A fucking party," Chet said. "That's what kind. A fucking party. We're
gonna fuck you, Melanie. What do you think of that?"
Melanie stared at him, struck dumb. Then panic came into her eyes and
she tried to turn and leave, but Jack and Ben were on either side of her,
holding her arms. She struggled uselessly against them and began to scream.
Chet waited until she quieted down. "Nobody can hear you, Melanie," he
said then. "And you can't get away. Make up your mind to that. You're gonna get
fucked today, and you're gonna be a good girl and do what we tell you, or you're
gonna be sorry. Okay, Melanie?"
She was panting as a result of her struggles, and of apprehension. Her
expression was disbelieving, but her fear-filled eyes were not.
"What--you--you're crazy!" she gasped out. "You can't--you can't just--Cindy,
for god's sake!"
Cindy wouldn't look at her friend. She said nothing.
"Cindy's not gonna help you," Chet said. "Nobody's gonna help you. This
is it, Melanie. You're the last of the bunch. I've fucked all the top girls in
school, starting with Cindy here. Right, Cindy?"
"Yes, Chet," Cindy said.
"And then, with Cindy's help, I've fucked, let's see...tell her who all
I've fucked up to now, Cindy."
"For god's sake, Chet," Cindy said. "Just do it and get it over with."
Chet turned to look at her. "Are you being difficult, Cindy?"
Cindy bit her lip. "No, Chet," she said quickly. "I'm sorry."
"Then tell her," Chet said.
"Sallie Jussel," Cindy began.
"Yeah. You fucked her boyfriend so she'd do it with me, didn't you,
Cin?"
"Yes," Cindy said.
"And I taught her all about ass-fucking, and swallowing come. Remember?"
"Yes, Chet," Cindy said.
"Go on," Chet said.
"Norma Veney," Cindy said
"Yeah," Chet said. "The dyke with the big tits. Did you know your friend
Norma was a dyke, Melanie? Cindy slept with Norma's girlfriend that time, right,
Cindy?"
"Yes, Chet. Only she wasn't really her girlfriend. She and Norma just
fooled around once or twice, that's all."
"Whatever. Keep going."
"Armina," Cindy said.
"Ah yes," Chet said. "Armina the bitch Banks. She slapped me once, did
you know that, Melanie? Did she tell you about that? And laugh? She wasn't
laughing when I fucked the shit out of her. She wasn't doing any more slapping
either. Especially when Cindy's two friends here got through with her. Right,
guys? They can be very persuasive, as I'm sure you'll find out. Rachel found
that out too, right, Cindy?"
"Yes, Chet. Rachel too."
"Rachel was ready to crawl for me by the time they finished with her,"
Chet said. "And now it's your turn, Melanie. What do you think about that?"
Melanie was pale, and shaking her head. "Let me go," she quavered, her
voice hardly audible. "Please. Oh god, please. Let me go. I--I never--"
"Oh, I can't do that, Melanie," Chet said. "Gotta round out the group,
you know. The six big wheels. You loved being part of that group, didn't you,
Melanie? The most popular, the prettiest, the snobbiest girls in school, oh
yeah. Well, now you pay the price. Okay, guys, put her down and spread her out
for me, okay? And you can have her when I'm done. Maybe you can have her too,
Cindy, would you like that?"
Whatever answer Cindy might have made was drowned out by Melanie's
screams and cries as Jack and Ben forced her down to the floor. She fought as
hard as she could, but she had no chance against the two men. They laid her out
on her back with her arms stretched above her head, Jack pinning her wrists down
while Ben held her ankles. Her body twisted and flailed until her strength
deserted her, and she lay panting and gasping, tears rolling down her face.
"Christ," Chet said in a low voice, looking down at the helpless girl.
"I really love this, you know? My dick is hard as hell, just looking at her that
way. Just knowing I'm gonna be able to take her whether she wants it or not,
that she's helpless and hurting and she's gonna get fucking raped. It just turns
me on like crazy. I didn't use to be this way before I met you, Cindy. You know?
You made me this way. You brought it out in me. I mean, I was just a normal
frustrated kid. Sure, I was sex-crazy, but I just wanted to fuck, that's all.
But when you...when your father and.."
"Chet," Cindy said fearfully.
Chet laughed. "Okay," he said. "It's just that I don't know whether I
should thank you or curse you, Cindy. I guess I'll have to figure that out.
Meanwhile, why don't you make yourself useful and take Melanie's clothes off for
me. I'd like to see that."
"No!..." Melanie cried, her body again straining weakly against the
hands that held her down. Cindy looked at Chet in surprise; then, seeing that he
was serious, she took a deep breath and crouched down over the supine form of
her friend. Her hands reached for the buttons on Melanie's blouse.
"Cindy, no!" Melanie pleaded, gasping and twisting. Cindy, her lips
tight, began to open the buttons. "Cindy, for god's sake!" the dark-haired girl
cried. "Stop! Please! Why are you doing this?"
"I have to do it, Mel," Cindy said in a low voice. "I have to do what he
says, okay? Just let him do what he wants, and it'll all be over."
"No! Oh god, you bitch!" Melanie sobbed. "You're supposed to be my
friend! I hate you!"
"I know," Cindy said. She had tears in her eyes. She had opened all the
buttons now, and she spread the blouse open to reveal Melanie's small, firm
breasts covered by a pale pink brassiere. It hooked in the back, and Cindy had
to reach her arms around her friend and slide her hands underneat the squirming
body in order to open it. This brought her head close to Melanie's, and she
cried out when the dark-haired girl spit in her face. But she managed to open
the hooks, after which she straightened up and pushed the bra up over Melanie's
breasts.
"Nice," Chet said, and he began to undress himself. Seeing this, Melanie
moaned again and renewed her weakening struggles. "Keep going, Cindy," Chet
said.
Cindy located the button on the side of Melanie's skirt and opened it.
It was a simple wraparound skirt, and she was able to pull it from the girl's
body with no trouble. Now only her panties remained.
Chet was nearly naked now. His cock was standing straight up. "Finish
it," he instructed Cindy, who grasped Melanie's pink panties at the waistband
with both hands and began to tug them down, despite the other girl's frantic
effort to stop her by pressing her backside as hard as she could into the
carpet. Melanie's dark patch of pubic hair came into view as Cindy pulled the
flimsy garment over her thighs and down past her knees to her ankles.
"Okay," Chet said, above the sobs and cries of the still struggling
girl. "Now Cindy, you take one of her feet and you and Ben can hold her legs
apart for me, okay? But hold on tight, 'cause she's a fighter, aren't you,
Melanie?" He divested himself of the last of his clothing as Ben released his
grip on Melanie's ankles long enough to whisk the panties over her feet, then
quickly seized the left one again while Cindy caught the other. Together they
pulled the girl's legs open, though she resisted with all her diminishing
strength.
"That's lovely," Chet said, and now he lowered himself to the floor
between Melanie's widespread thighs. Her body strained desperately against the
hands that held her, arching and writhing. Her head whipped from side to side.
"NO! NO!" she screamed. "NO! OH GOD NO!"
"Yes," Chet said. He bent his head to her breasts, sucking on them,
nibbling at her nipples, as with one hand he adjusted his cock until it found
the lips of her vagina and nestled between them. He raised his head then and
clutched his other hand in Melanie's hair to keep her head still, looking down
into her wild, fear-crazed eyes. "You're about to get raped, Melanie," he said
hoarsely. "Deal with it, baby."
"NO! PLEASE!" the girl shrieked. "CHET, NO! YOU CAN'T! OH GOD, PLEASE,
CHET, PLEASE...I...I'M A VIRGIN!"
"Not any more," Chet said, and rammed himself savagely up inside her.
Melanie's scream as her maidenhood was ripped away was a sound of pain,
horror and despair such as even the men who spent their lives listening to women
screaming had seldom heard. It was as if her very soul was being torn asunder
and shrieking its agony to the whole world. It was a long, shrill, ear-piercing
howl, and it died away into harsh, racking sobs that seemed never to end. Chet
didn't pause. Having thrust himself to the hilt inside her previously unexplored
tunnel, he proceeded to fuck it with strong, steady strokes, one hand still
clutched in her hair so he could look down into her tear-filled, unseeing eyes.
"Oh god, she's tight," he panted. "Oh yeah, she was a virgin all right.
Oh, that's good, baby. You like it, Melanie? You like being fucked? Hmmm?" He
moved harder as Melanie continued to sob. "Damn, sweet little virgin cunt. I
could fuck you forever, Mel. But I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna be the first
guy to shoot his come in your tight little pussy. Here it comes, baby. Take it
now. Yeah. Now. Take it. NOWWWWWW..."
He let himself collapse on top of her as he spurted inside her, feeling
her breasts crushed beneath him, bringing his face down to hers and kissing her
sobbing mouth. When he was finished he pushed himself up onto his knees, slowly
pulling his limp cock out of her. Looking down at it, he saw the reddish residue
of her virginity among the glistening fluid coating his dick.
"Look at this, Melanie," Chet said to the still sobbing, moaning girl.
"It's blood, baby. Virgin blood." He moved up on his knees, straddling her body,
until he was crouching over her face, and he lowered his now limp penis to her
crying mouth. "Lick it off, Melanie," he said. "Lick your virgin blood off my
cock."
The girl instinctively turned her face away, and once again he put a
hand in her hair and pulled it back, rubbing the cock against her lips. She
cried out in revulsion and tried to struggle, but Jack, Ben and Cindy still kept
their holds on her, and Chet's hand in her hair twisted harder, until she
squalled with pain. He could have jammed his cock into her open mouth then, but
that wasn't what he wanted. "Lick it, Mel," he said again. "Come on. I want to
see you do it. Stick out your tongue."
"Want me to break a finger?" Jack said. "I bet that'll do it."
"Hear that, Melanie?" Chet said. "Is that what you want, baby? I don't
think he'll stop with one, you know. So be a good girl and lick my dick."
It was only when Jack took one of her fingers in his hand and started to
bend it back that she could bring herself to do it. At that point she gave a
little cry of terror and stuck out her tongue. She was still crying as she slid
it over his dick, licking at her own blood. Soon he started to get hard again,
and after a minute he pushed his cock into her mouth, still clutching her hair
so she couldn't move away. Her sobbing, though stifled now, got louder as he
slowly pumped himself in and out between her lips. He came down her throat and
then pulled away from her as she choked on his semen.
"Okay, guys," he said to the two men. "She's all yours."
#
Chet and Cindy watched for the next hour or so as Ben and Jack had their
way with the now half-crazed girl. At one point Cindy said she couldn't watch
any more. Chet made her. Cindy was crying by the time it was over. Chet was
hard. So hard that he took Melanie once more before they let her go. In the ass.
"What now, Chet?" Cindy said. She had to know what was going to happen
to her now that Chet had gone through all the girls in her clique. Would he be
satisfied? Would he let her off the hook? She didn't think so. She had a
terrible feeling that things were only going to get worse for her. But she had
to know.
"I'll think about it," Chet said.
#
"Hey, man," Raymond's friend Bill Talbot said. "When are we gonna get
another bathroom session with that Jenna chick? I'm really looking forward to
doing that again."
Raymond was not in a good mood. He was angry and frustrated at no longer
being allowed access, even occasionally, to any of the women in his father's
house, and he didn't see anything he could do to change his father's mind.
"You're not," he said shortly. "Forget it."
"How come? Man, that was really--"
"Hey, can't you hear?" Raymond burst out. "I said forget it, for
Chrissake! That's it, over and out, okay?"
Bill stared at him. "Jeez, what got into you?"
"Nothing. I got a class." And he turned to walk away.
Bill gazed after him, shaking his head. "Christ," he muttered. "I guess
weirdness runs in the family or something."
Raymond heard him. He stopped walking and turned back sharply. "What the
hell is that supposed to mean?"
Bill shrugged, unfazed by the other's belligerent glare. "It means your
sister's not the only one who's got some kind of bug up her ass, or whatever."
Raymond frowned. "My sister? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Hey, come on, man, I'm just saying, you know. Everybody in school knows
something's going on with her. Her and her friends, the big wheels. Only they
don't seem to be such good friends any more."
"What do you mean?"
"Christ, where you been? Like, they always ate together in the
cafeteria, right? Only now they don't. Your sister sits off by herself
someplace, and the others are like they don't want to know her, you know? Only
they don't seem to get along so good themselves either. It's all weird, and
Cindy was like the leader, right? So it's gotta be something she did. Or
whatever. I'm just saying."
"Bullshit," Raymond said, for no good reason, and walked away.
#
But Bill was right. Raymond started observing Cindy around the school,
and noted that instead of being constantly surrounded by her friends, as in the
past, she now kept pretty much to herself. The table in the cafeteria which had
once been the domain of the elite group of girls, the object of attention and
envy, was now sparsely populated at lunchtime by maybe two or three of them,
without the sprightly chatter and laughter that habitually emanated from that
location. None of them seemed very happy. Something was indeed up, and he would
bet it had something to do with that asshole Chet Browder. His first thought was
of how he could turn this circumstance to his advantage.
Raymond, being a year behind his sister in school, and never one of the
most popular boys, was not friendly with Cindy's group, but he had met most of
them at one time or other. Rachel Harris was perhaps the one he knew best, and
he decided to approach her.
He found her at her locker between classes. "Hi, Rachel," he said,
coming up behind her.
She whirled on him, a sudden fear on her face, her body strangely tense.
When she saw who it was, she relaxed a bit, but she was obviously still
agitated. The fright in her eyes diminished somewhat, but was quickly replaced
by wariness and suspicion.
"Oh, Christ!" she said. "Are you in on it too?"
Raymond frowned. "In on what? What the hell's going on, Rachel?"
"Nothing," the girl said quickly, turning back to her locker.
"Well, something is," Raymond said. "What's happening with you guys and
my sister?"
Rachel shot him a look of hatred. "Your sister is a filthy rotten
bitch!" she spat out. "And if you--" She stopped herself, closed her locker and
began to walk away.
"Hey, hold on," Raymond said, following her. "Does this have something
to do with that Chet Browder guy?"
Rachel stopped walking and turned on him again. "Just leave me alone!"
she said in a quivering voice. "All of you! You and fucking Chet Browder and
your fucking sister and her two thugs and everybody else, just fucking leave me
alone!" She seemed to be verging on hysteria. Luckily the corridor was by now
almost deserted. "You hear me?" she said, almost shouting now. "Leave me alone!"
Raymond was frowning again. "Hold on," he said. "Two thugs? What two
thugs?"
But Rachel suddenly shut down. "Forget it," she muttered, and walked
away again.
"Wait, wait." Raymond caught up with her and stopped her. "What about
these two thugs?" he demanded. "What are you talking about?"
The fear was back in the girl's eyes. "I can't tell you," she muttered.
"I can't--I didn't mean anything. I gotta go."
"Rachel," Raymond said. "Listen. I can help you, okay? If this is--If
you're in trouble, like with Browder and my sister, I can do something about
that, okay? Just tell me what's going on. Tell me about these two thugs."
Rachel was almost crying. "Christ, I can't!" she said. "They said they'd
kill me. They have tapes of me--oh Christ--"
"Who are they? The two thugs?" Raymond insisted. "Just tell me that,
okay?"
"I don't know! Just two guys--big guys--they just--they--"
"Just tell me one thing," Raymond said. "Was it a black guy and a white
guy?"
Rachel swallowed and nodded.
"Shit," Raymond said, half to himself. "Jack and Ben. It's gotta be.
That sneaky little bitch."
Rachel caught her breath. "Yes. I heard one of them call the other Ben.
But for god's sake--"
"I knew it!" Raymond breathed.
"For god's sake don't tell anybody I told you, Raymond, please! Please!
They'll--"
"Listen, don't worry about it. I'm gonna take care of it, okay?" A
sudden thought came to him. He tried to fight it off, to resist it, but it was
too strong. He looked at her in a different way now. "And hey, Rach? If I help
you out here--just how grateful will you be to me? Hmmm?"
Rachel began to cry. Her tears affected him in a way he wasn't used to,
and a part of him felt sorry for what he had said. But it was only a part. For a
minute he considered telling her to forget about it. But he didn't.
#
Cindy came home from school several days later to find her father and
Raymond waiting for her in the living room. The expression on her father's face
made her turn pale and begin to tremble before a word was spoken.
"Good afternoon, Cindy," her father said.
"What-what's wrong, Daddy?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"You've been a very busy girl, Cindy," her father said.
"Well, I--what do you mean, Daddy?"
"What are you, Cindy?" her father said. "Tell us what you are."
Cindy swallowed. I'm--I'm a bitch and a slut," she whispered.
"Say it louder."
"I'm a bitch and a slut," Cindy said again.
"You've told me that many times, Cindy," her father said. "And we both
know it's true. But even sluts have limits. Evidently you have not. Even bitches
can be taught obedience. I have tried to train you to be obedient, have I not,
Cindy? I have put a great deal of effort over the years into instilling that
into you, have I not? You have suffered much pain, much torment, much
degradation at my hands in that attempt. Evidently it has not been enough."
Cindy could barely speak. "Daddy, I--I don't know--I mean, I don't
understand--what--what did--"
"Sit down, Cindy," her father said. "There is something I want you to
see."
Cindy sat numbly down into a chair as her father picked up the remote
control for the TV in the corner of the room. He clicked it on, along with the
VCR that sat on top of it, and a tape began to play. When she saw what it was, a
sharp, involuntarily scream came from her throat, and she immediately clapped
her hands over her mouth to stifle it.
It was, she realized with horror, a tape of her first visit to Jack's
house, when she had approached him with her offer. She recalled all too clearly
the security camera he had pointed out to her. The tape was in black and white,
and not particularly sharp, but there was no mistaking the fact that it was her,
and the sound was clear enough so that she could make out every word.
For a moment everything was a blur, her panicked mind unable to focus,
to even acknowledge the situation. But then some words came through to her. She
heard herself on the tape saying, "If you tell my father about this--if he finds
out--he'll kill me."
"I especially like that part," Cindy's father said. He pressed the
rewind button on the remote and reversed the tape for a few seconds, then let it
play again. Again she heard herself saying those words.
"So it wasn't as if you didn't know exactly what you were doing, was it,
Cindy?" her father said.
"Daddy...I...Daddy..."
"Be quiet, Cindy. And watch." her father said.
Cindy watched. She was trembling quite visibly now. She watched and
listened to herself as she made her offer of herself to Jack, as she pressed him
when he turned her down, as she tempted and tried to persuade him. And as he
finally demanded that she strip for him. And as she did so.
"Oh god, turn it off, Daddy!" she cried finally. "Please!"
"Oh no, Cindy. We're just getting to the interesting part," her father
said. Raymond was grinning. Cindy closed her eyes.
"No," her father said sharply. "Keep your eyes open, Cindy. I want you
to watch every minute."
She watched herself strip naked, and a small whimper came from her
throat as she saw herself going down on her knees before Jack and taking him in
her mouth.
"Oh, you do that so well, Cindy," her father said as the onscreen blow
job went on. "My training has really been effective, I must say. In some ways,
that is."
"Daddy--"
"Be quiet, Cindy."
The three of them continued to watch the scene in silence until Cindy,
on the screen, swallowed Jack's sperm and cleaned him off with her tongue. Still
her father kept the tape running, until she left the room at Jack's orders to go
and pleasure his partner. Then he turned it off.
"That's just one of several tapes I have seen, Cindy," her father said.
"There are others, of subsequent visits. The scene with the dog, I think, is
particularly compelling. Shall I play it for you, Cindy?"
Cindy could only shake her head. She was filled with dread, horror and
an all-consuming fear. She tried to speak, but her throat was too tight. Her
father watched her coldly, her brother grinningly.
"Daddy--" she croaked out finally. "Daddy, I--I was--I had to--how--how
did you--"
"How did I find out?" her father said. "Did you really think you could
hide this from me, Cindy? I would certainly have known sooner or later, but
actually it was your brother who found it out first. However he discovered it,
he was wise enough to tell me about it immediately. When he did, some other men
and I paid your two friends a visit, and found this interesting evidence, among
other things. I'm afraid Jack and Ben will no longer be available for your use,
Cindy, or for that of anyone else. They, as well as you, knew that what they did
would displease me. Their punishment was swift and final. Yours will not be."
A brief but terrible moan came from Cindy's throat. "Daddy--please...it
was...I..."
"Your brother has redeemed himself with me by bringing this to my
attention," her father went on. "I had forbidden him any future use of any of
the females in this house, but as a reward for his diligence I have rescinded
that ban. Particularly as it applies to you, Cindy. From now on, Raymond will
have unlimited access to you, at any time he wants and for whatever purpose. Is
that understood, Cindy?"
Cindy glanced at her brother's grinning, lust-filled face. "Oh my god!"
she whispered. "He--Daddy, he'll kill me!"
"No, he won't," her father said. "He is expressly forbidden to do that.
But anything short of that is quite permissible. However, that's only the
beginning, Cindy."
Cindy strove hard to bring herself under control. She was still shaking
badly, and her voice was not steady, but she forced herself to speak.
"Daddy--Daddy, listen," she pleaded desperately. "I had to do it. It was the
only way, Daddy, because Chet was--You told me to keep Chet happy, Daddy, you
told me I had to, and that's what I was doing, because--because Chet wanted me
to get him my friends, my girlfriends, and if I didn't he--he was going to make
me--to give me to other guys, to pass me around, and--I had to get them, Daddy,
and I couldn't, it was the only way, I had to keep him happy, Daddy, and you
too, because you said I should, and he was going to make me a whore, Daddy, the
school whore, and I--Oh god, please, Daddy, I had to do it, please..."
"So you made yourself a whore to keep from becoming a whore, is that it,
Cindy?"
"But it would have been worse, Daddy. Chet would have made me do it with
everybody, all the guys, and the whole school would--"
"Yes," Cindy's father said. "I understand that's what you were trying to
avoid, Cindy. And so that's just what is going to happen."
Cindy's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Reflexively, she shook her
head. Sudden tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
Her father's voice was very hard and flat now. "You will drop out of
school immediately," he said. "And for the entire remainder of the term you will
spend each school day, all day, in the boys' room. The same one used by Piss
Girl before she was discovered. But in this case there should be no such
trouble, should there, Raymond?"
"Nah," Raymond said. "With that tape we have of old Trask with Cindy,
he's not gonna make any trouble at all any more. Not for us."
"Good. Cindy will be at the disposal of any and all boys who wish to use
her. In any way at all. You will charge nothing. No, wait. In that case she
would be only a slut, not a whore. You will charge one dollar. Is that clear,
Raymond? One dollar."
"Sure," Raymond said. "Can they piss on her too? Like Jen--like Piss
Girl?"
"Any way at all, I said, Raymond. There are to be no limits."
"Daddy--" Cindy choked out. "Daddy, for god's sake..."
"I want every boy in the school to use her, Raymond. I am sure the word
will spread rapidly, but you will do your best to let everyone know that she is
available. If there are any boys who don't want to make use of her, you will do
your best to persuade them. Take pictures and show them around. I want everyone
to have her. Do you understand?"
"Sure," Raymond said again. "'Course there are some guys that are gay,
you know? Not much you can do about them."
"Try," his father said. "And by the same token there are undoubtedly
some female homosexuals who will be interested. Don't neglect them."
"How about the teachers?" Raymond asked. "I know some of them would want
to get in on it. Just like old Trask."
"Of course. Any of them who will not make trouble. And Mr. Trask
himself, by the way, if he wishes to participate. Why not?"
Cindy was sobbing. "Daddy, please..." she choked out. "Please no.
Please. I'll do anything..."
"Shut up, whore," her father said.
"One other thing," Raymond said. "What about this Chet Browder asshole?
He started this whole thing. You want me to kick his ass for him?"
"No," his father replied. "I have nothing against the Browder boy. I
gave him more or less of a free hand with Cindy, and he merely took advantage of
it in a fairly imaginative way, to get what he wanted. I rather admire him for
that. In fact, I rather think he and Cindy might have something of a future
together--if he is still interested in her after the end of the term."
Raymond and Cindy both stared at him. Cindy was making little whimpering
sounds in her throat, the tears coursing down her face. After a moment she slid
from her chair onto her hands and knees and began to crawl across the floor to
her father.
"Daddy, please..." she gasped out, placing her cheek against his leg.
"I'm begging you, Daddy, don't...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'll do anything to
make it up to you...Daddy...don't do this to me..."
"Raymond," Cindy's father said. "Take this whore up to her room and hang
her up off the floor. You may whip her until I come up, at which point I will
take over. After that you may do as you like with her until dinner time."
"Yes, sir," Raymond said.
#
"I have good news and bad news," Raymond said to Rachel Harris.
She looked at him apprehensively. "What do you mean?"
"Well, the good news is that those two thugs you told me about are not
around any more. They can't do anything to you now. You can forget them. And
that means Chet Browder doesn't have a hold on you any more, right?"
Rachel slumped with relief. "Oh god," she breathed. "That's great!" Then
she stiffened again. "What's the bad news?"
"Well, you know that tape they made of you? The one that shows you doing
all those things and saying how much you love it and all?"
"They made me, for god's sake! What about it?"
"I have it now," Raymond said.
"Oh Christ Jesus," Rachel said.
"Yeah."
"Raymond--"
"I have tapes like that of Armina Banks and Melanie Bryan too," Raymond
said.
"Yeah, well, I don't think they'll do you much good," Rachel said.
"Armina's moved away, and Melanie's in some goddam mental institution. That's
what your fucking sister did."
Raymond shrugged. "That still leaves you," he said.
"You slimy son of a bitch," Rachel said. "What do you want?"
"You know what I want, Rach."
"You want to fuck me. Just like Chet."
Raymond grinned at her. "Just like Chet," he said. "Any time I want, any
place I want, any way I want."
Rachel looked like she was going to cry again. But she didn't. She bowed
her head and hugged herself for a long minute, and then she looked up at him
again.
"No," she said.
"What?"
"No," Rachel repeated. "I won't do it. I've had it with you guys. If you
want to show that tape around, go ahead. You want to send it to my parents? Show
it to the whole school in the fucking auditorium? Do it. Fuck you. I'll take
that rather than have to screw you whenever you want, you filthy piece of shit!
What else are you gonna do? Get some more goons to beat me up and rape me? You
better have them kill me, 'cause I'll put your ass in jail so fast you won't
know what hit you! And if you come near me again I'll do it anyway. You got
that?" She was panting hard and almost sobbing, but her eyes blazed and her face
was full of fury.
"Well, shit," Raymond said. "Calm down, for Christ sake. Jesus. What
about one time then?"
"What?" Rachel said.
"A compromise," Raymond said. "You fuck me just one time, real good, and
I'll forget about it. I'll give you the damn tape, okay? That's fair, right?"
Rachel stared at him. She almost felt like laughing.
"Okay," she said finally. "One time."
"Terrific," Raymond said.
#
Cindy in the boys' room was even more popular than Jenna had been. Jenna
was just another girl, albeit an attractive and sexy one, but Cindy was, or had
been, the queen of the school. There were a lot of boys like Chet who resented
and disliked her because of the disdain with which she had treated them
personally, and there were many more who begrudged her just because of her high
position and her generally snobbish attitude. Even those who did not feel that
way had long felt that they would love to bring Cindy Arnett down a notch, and
had dreamed of doing it by venting their sexual desires on her fine young body.
And now they had their chance. All of them. As often as they wanted. And for
only a dollar a time.
Day after day, from the beginning of the school day to the end, Cindy
lay or crouched or knelt on the hard tiles of the bathroom floor, beset by a
never-ending line of boys, and a few men, who fucked her in her vagina or in her
mouth or even in her ass. Sometimes they jerked off on her, and often they
pissed on her, and a few boys actually got off by defecating into her mouth or
on her face, but mostly they fucked her. Many times their fucking was
accompanied by taunts and jeers. "Not so goddam stuck-up now, are you, Cindy?"
"You called me a jerk, Cindy, now this jerk is fucking your ass, you like that?"
"Oh yeah, Miss High and Mighty, I'm gonna piss in your face, you bitch!" Cindy
cried a lot, particularly the first few days, but after a while she seemed to
run out of tears. But her moans and cries and sometimes her screams were in
perpetual supply.
Raymond was with her much of the time, monitoring her performance, as
was Chet, who had been apprised of the situation by Raymond, at his father's
orders. Every hour or so one of them took her into the shower to clean her up.
Even when neither of them was there, Cindy did not dare to try to leave, or to
object to anything that anyone wanted to do to her.
Mr. Trask was a frequent visitor. He liked to get to her first thing in
the morning, when she was still fresh, and to use her body to take out his anger
at her for having secretly taped him. Several of the other male teachers came
around, most of them more than once. As Cindy's father had predicted, a few
female students showed up too, but most of them only once; the wildly lustful
masculinity in that bathroom was too intimidating. Among them was Norma Veney,
who came mainly to gloat.
Cindy was the school whore, and everyone knew it.
As the days lengthened into weeks the crowds thinned out a little, but
never enough to give her much rest. And each afternoon, when she returned home,
bruised, exhausted and aching in every part of her body, her father had her
kneel in front of him and bring him off with her mouth while Raymond described
the day's action to him. After which she sucked off Raymond as well.
By the time the end of term approached she had become haggard, pale and
almost gaunt, a broken shadow of her former self, although her figure was still
good enough to keep the boys coming, and her father insisted that she keep up
her appearance as best she could, bathing, caring for her hair, making herself
up each morning as if for a regular school day. Cindy went through the motions
mechanically. Every day she begged her father to bring her ordeal to an end, but
with less and less hope as time went on.
At the end of the final day of the term she found Chet waiting at her
house along with Raymond and her father. Jenna, as usual at that time of day,
was in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Rhonda was upstairs doing the
cleaning. As always, Cindy was required to suck her father off, and then her
brother. She finished by doing it for Chet also.
"Now, Cindy," her father said when she had finished, "I have invited
Chet here in order to make some decisions about your future. Now that you have
dropped out of school, you are fit for nothing but to be a slave and a whore for
the rest of your life. But you cannot continue to be a drain on me, particularly
once you have reached your majority. Therefore I have decided at that time to
pass you on to Chet here, who appears to be excellent slave-owning material. And
of course I know how fond you are of him," he added dryly.
Cindy, still on her knees, closed her eyes. Tears came from beneath her
lids. She wanted to beg, but she knew it was useless.
"The question, however, is whether young Chet is still interested in
you, especially after what he has witnessed during the past few weeks. What do
you say, Chet? Would you like to own this sorry little whore for the rest of
your life?"
Chet didn't hesitate. "I would," he said. "Hell, yes, I most certainly
would."
"Good. Mind you, I would expect you to bring her around for family
visits on a regular basis, so that her brother and I can still make use of her
when the desire arises."
"Of course," Chet said. "That way I'll be able to use that hoist in her
bedroom. Until I can set up one of my own."
Cindy let out a pitiful whimper and bent over until her head nearly
touched the floor, hugging herself in terror and despair.
Her father smiled.



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