Chapter Seventeen
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I didn't get far. Nathan was waiting for me in the hall
and he ordered me to follow him. We didn't leave the
building though. I followed him down a side corridor to
the audio/video lab.
We stepped inside and through the classroom into the
small studio on the other side. There were two
permanent sets that had been set up for the students to
work with. One was in the far corner, a news room set.
The other was a more informal set of a homey looking
living room scene.
I stepped inside after Nathan and came to a screeching
halt. There were nearly two dozen students sitting in
the theater style seats that faced the living room set.
They were mostly boys, but there were a few girls. They
were mostly black but there some white kids too.
They were waiting for me apparently. They were talking
quietly among themselves and watching the set which was
all lit up. Nathan led me to the side of the stage and
he waved someone else over. I looked over to see
Kysha's little sister Misha. She was the girl that had
done the clean up duties a few nights ago at Cobbs. The
girl that had seemed so fascinated by my gang rape and
who had taken so much pleasure in watching me drink
glass after glass of cum which she had talked my
rapists into providing after they had fucked me.
This time she looked uncomfortable though. Apparently I
wasn't the only one that Nathan had some kind of hold
over. When she was standing next to Nathan she said,
"Nathan please, I don't want to do this in front of all
these kids. I'll do it, but, man! Can't it just be like
us and maybe Jamie or Terrill even?"
Nathan just gave her a dirty look ignored her pleas. He
asked her, "Do you remember what I told you to do?"
She nodded and he said, "Don't fuck up or you'll find
yourself tied to a table at Cobb's. Those old perverts
would really get off on fucking a young kid like you."
I shuddered at the very mention of the name. Misha
shuddered and gave in. Just like me, she knew she
couldn't win with Nathan.
Nathan sent Misha over to sit on the couch and then he
turned to me and said, "Listen up bitch. If you screw
this up it'll be you back at Cobb's. We are going to
make a couple of short movies. In this first one you
are going to go over there and sit down next to Misha
and seduce her. You've already had sex with her so it
won't be anything new for you. Just go over there and
put your arm around her shoulder and talk to her
quietly for a minute and then start to kiss her and
feel her up like a guy would do, or a lesbian,
whatever. You know what I want."
"She is going to resist a little. She really doesn't
want to do this but she is going to resist because I
told her to. You just ignore that and make it look
real. Kiss her for a few minutes, feel her up a little,
then strip her and take your clothes off and get down
on the floor and screw around for a little while and
end up in a sixty-nine. Any questions bitch?"
I looked over at Misha. She was awfully young, but she
was already pretty warped. It didn't matter though. I
had to do what I was told. I would do anything to avoid
going back to Cobb's.
I just shook my head and whispered, "Okay, I
understand."
He said, "Okay, wait until I give you a sign and then
do it. Don't look at the cameras."
Nathan went over to the seating area and sat with the
rest of the audience. Two boys got up and picked up
large, professional looking cameras and took up
positions on stage. When they were ready Nathan looked
over at me and nodded.
I walked up on stage and tried to ignore all the kids
that were watching eagerly, waiting to see the live sex
show. I sat down next to Misha and put my arm around
her shoulder and quietly tried to reassure her that
everything was going to be alright. I reminded her that
we had done this before.
She sat there looking demure and sweet and innocent and
whispered, "Oh shut up you dumb cunt and get on with
it."
Fucking little bitch!
I leaned down and kissed her face and she tried to pull
away, though not very convincingly. She turned her head
a few times and I finally put my hand on her chin and
steadied her head and began kissing her on the lips.
After a moment or two she stopped trying to evade my
kisses and I moved my hand down and began to caress her
small breasts.
We kissed for a few minutes and I moved my hand over
her body and then began to undress her. She was wearing
little girl's underwear, plain cotton panties and a
training bra that was too small for her. Nathan wanted
her to look even younger than she was.
It took me a while but I eventually undressed her and
then I pulled my top off. When my breasts were exposed
Misha's hand came up to caress me while I took my skirt
off.
When we were both naked I guided Misha to the floor and
stretched out beside her on the rug. We started kissing
and touching and then we took turns eating each other's
pussy. I tried not to have an orgasm but even here like
this, in front of all of these people and the cameras,
having my pussy eaten was still a new experience for me
and it was just irresistible. And there was no doubt
about it. This girl had a talent for it.
We ended up moving into a sixty-nine, on our sides at
first but then with her on top of me. It would have
been more pleasant without the intrusive camera work
but even with those lenses coming in for all of those
close-ups it felt pretty damned good.
We both came several times and it must have been
obvious that we weren't faking it. When Nathan was
satisfied that he had enough film he yelled, "Okay,
knock it off. Get up and get dressed."
I thought that meant that it was over. It was for
Misha. My evening had just begun. I was ordered to put
my clothes back on. I put my skirt and blouse back on
and stepped off stage.
Nathan said, "Come over here bitch," and led me back
over to the side. When we were alone he said, "In this
next one you are going to seduce two boys. All you have
to do is let them do what they want. I want to see some
smiling bitch. I want it to look like you love it. Just
keep in mind that I know something that you hate a
whole hell of a lot worse than this."
I nodded and he returned to his seat. I looked up on
stage and saw two young white boys. They were a couple
of towheads and neither one could have been older than
twelve. They were sitting there anxiously awaiting
their co-star. They weren't in the least self-conscious
either.
Nathan nodded and I walked up on stage and tried to
force a smile. One of the boys moved over and patted
the seat between him and his friend. I moved closer and
sat down.
Both boys began to explore my body. I asked them
quietly if they had done this before. They both said
that they had not, but that they were looking forward
to it. Nathan told them that I was a hot slut that
loved to fuck kids and they couldn't wait to see and
touch their first naked woman.
There was no kissing this time. They played clumsily
with my body and then pulled my clothes off. They
groped my breasts and roughly jabbed fingers inside of
me for a few minutes and then they pulled their pants
down and exposed their immature cocks. They asked me to
suck them off and I leaned down and began to suck one
of them while the other boy got to his knees and played
with my pussy from behind.
I felt him spread my pussy open and spread the cheeks
of my ass apart. I couldn't tell if he was doing it for
his own amusement or if the camera was back there. I
suspect it was a little of both.
The first boy came quickly and loudly and then they
changed places. The second boy was just as quick and
after I swallowed his thin stream of watery cum I
straightened up and they instructed me to lie on my
back.
Once I had gotten into position they took turns fucking
me. I hardly felt their little cocks inside of me but
they seemed to have a good time. Once they had cum they
both wanted another blowjob. They may not last long but
they certainly recuperate quickly.
I sucked them both off again and after the second boy
had cum for the third time Nathan told us to get
dressed.
I dressed quickly. It doesn't take long when you have
so little clothing. I was still hoping that it was over
but I didn't see anyone leaving so I was pretty sure I
was wrong again.
I was right, I was wrong.
Once I was dressed Nathan sent me over to sit on the
couch. He said, "This time you just have to react
normally."
I sat down on the couch and the cameras started filming
and all of a sudden a large man wearing a ski mask came
on stage and attacked me. I tried to fight him off. I
knew that was what Nathan wanted.
The man started yelling at me and calling me names. He
slapped my face a couple of times and when I was crying
hard enough to please him he began to tear my clothes
off. Once I was naked he held me with my arm behind my
back and when I was helpless he used his free hand to
unbuckle his pants and let them fall to the floor. He
stepped out of them and his large, black cock sprang
free.
He reached down and pulled something out of his pants
pocket and then he moved behind me and I felt metal
handcuffs closing on my wrists. He pushed me to my
knees and pulled my hair until I screamed.
As soon as I opened my mouth he stuck his cock inside
and he warned me, "If I so much as feel a tooth on my
cock bitch, I'll pull every fucking one of them!"
I was almost positive I recognized his voice. It was
the security guard that leered at me every morning.
He held my head in his hands and started fucking my
throat violently. He had a large cock and it was very
painful. The cameramen seemed to love it though. They
kept coming in for close-ups of his large cock
disappearing into my wide open mouth.
He only fucked my mouth for a few minutes. I was
relieved when he finally pulled his cock out of my
mouth. I should have known better though. Things in my
life only went from bad to worse. He turned me around
roughly and pushed my face down onto the cushion of the
couch.
One of the cameramen came in for a close-up of my face
and I felt the guard begin to force his cock into my
unlubricated asshole. I squealed and then I screamed in
pain as he brutally forced his cock inside of my ass
and began to fuck me violently. I cried loudly and
begged him to stop and it was music to his ears.
I don't know how long he lasted. It seems like a long
time when you are in that much pain and afraid that you
are being torn. He was obviously going out of his way
to be brutal and hurt me as much as possible.
He came at last and then forced his cock back into my
mouth. After I sucked him clean he finally stepped back
and let me go. I collapsed into a ball on the floor
with my hands still cuffed behind me.
He grabbed his clothes and walked off stage. When I
finally stopped crying I saw that he had dressed and
was now sitting in the audience without his mask. I had
been right. It was the security guard. He was sitting
there smirking at me and joking with some of the boys
around him.
I heard a noise and saw two boys setting up a ladder in
the space between the two sets. One of them climbed up
and tied ropes to hooks in the ceiling. He made sure
they were secure and then the ladder was moved and two
more ropes were secured to hooks in the floor. Once
they had the ropes secured they came over and lifted me
to my feet.
I didn't like the looks of this. That fear in my eyes
must have been what they wanted to see because the
cameras were still filming me. I was just a little
distracted by what was going on around me though and I
ignored the cameras.
I was pulled roughly to the ropes and my feet were
spread several feet apart and the ropes tied around my
ankles. When they were finished I couldn't move my
feet.
They went around behind me and removed the handcuffs
and each one took one of my arms and tied my wrists to
the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. They tightened
them up until there was no play in them at all and I
was drawn into a large X and unable to move.
The cameras had been filming the entire time and I had
been so nervous that I had forgotten all about them.
Nothing happened for a few minutes. Then the door
opened and Nathan came in followed by another man. The
man with Nathan was an older, rough looking white man.
I guess he was in his fifties but it was hard to tell.
He had a lot of hair and a beard. He was wearing a
leather vest and I saw several tattoos on his big arms
and his neck. He looked like a biker and I don't mean
the good kind.
Nathan took a seat and the biker walked up on stage and
looked me over. He began to play with my breasts and
then my nipples and the cameras were watching closely.
The biker was grinning. He looked in my face and saw
how scared I was.
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips lightly. I
shuddered in revulsion and he chuckled and then he
lapped my cheeks, first one and then the other, licking
up my tears. He smacked his lips as if I were
delicious.
Then he reached up and began pinching my nipples and
pulling on them. It hurt like hell and he stared into
my eyes as he twisted and pulled on my nipples. He
whispered, "Does that hurt bitch? How about that? Does
that hurt? Yeah, that hurts. I see it in your eyes.
You're scared, aren't you bitch. You don't know what is
going to happen to you. You don't know why I'm hurting
you. I could do anything I wanted to do to you and you
couldn't do a fucking thing about it could you? I could
pull out my knife and cut these hard little nipples
right off and chew them up and swallow them right in
front of you. All you could do is cry. I love it when
you cry. It gives me a fucking hard on. When I'm done
hurting you I'm going to fuck you. I like fucking
little girls like you when they are hurting so bad they
just want their mommies. It's time to play bitch."
I was sobbing as much with fear as pain when he finally
let go of my nipples. He reached into his shirt pocket
and pulled something out. He grabbed one of my nipples
and pulled it away from my chest and then he held up a
large, extremely fat needle to show me what he had in
his hand. I almost fainted right then and there. I
wanted to. I prayed to. I desperately wanted to lose
consciousness at that moment.
I didn't though. I turned my head away and saw the
camera pointed at my face to catch my agony. I looked
over the biker's shoulder and saw the audience. They
were enthralled.
The other camera was focused on my nipple and everyone
in the room was watching as the biker slowly brought
the unsterilized large gauge needle up and placed the
point against my painfully stretched nipple.
I screamed in terror and begged for someone to save me.
The biker chuckled and leaned forward and kissed me
again. He straightened up then and said, "I love the
taste of fear."
He began to press the point into my flesh, right where
the nipple met my breast. I screamed in pain this time.
I screamed and I kept screaming.
He didn't jab it through my flesh. He pushed it into me
slowly, almost in slow motion, and slowly pulled it
through and then out the other side of my nipple. I was
shaking my head and crying loudly and begging them to
make it stop.
The biker just smiled and reached into his pocket and
pulled out a large ring and roughly pushed it into the
hole he had just made in my nipple. I glanced down and
when I saw the blood running down my breast and onto my
stomach I almost threw up.
When he was finished inserting the ring he began to
torture my other nipple.
I promised him anything if he would stop. I yelled for
Nathan. I told him I would let him take me back to
Cobb's every night if he would just make it stop.
The biker just kept pinching and twisting and pulling
my nipple. When he had enjoyed that long enough he
touched that large, bloody needle to my flesh once more
and slowly applied pressure until the point entered my
tender flesh.
I screamed again and again as he slowly pressed the
needle through my nipple, all the time staring at my
eyes. He finally pulled it all the way through and
dropped the needle into his pocket. He pulled another
unsterilized ring out of his pocket with his greasy
fingers and stuck it through the hole he had just made.
When he was done he squatted down and began to play
with my clit. Well, not play so much as torture. He
squeezed and pulled and pinched just like he had my
nipples. It took a moment for it to sink in that he was
going to pierce me there too.
When I finally realized what he intended I lost it
totally. I began to thrash around and scream and cry
hysterically. He stood up and watched me for a few
seconds and then he brought his arm back and slapped my
face with all of his might.
He nearly knocked me out, and I really wished that he
had. I continued to cry but he put an end to the
hysterics. I held still as he slowly forced that dirty
needle through my flesh again and pulled it through in
slow motion. Then he stuck a matching ring into the
fresh, bloody hole.
He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a small
tube. He put a drop of glue on the ends of all three
rings and then screwed little balls on them to keep
them from being removed. When he was all done he
reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pint
bottle of some kind of cheap booze and poured it over
my three piercings.
When the alcohol penetrated those fresh wounds it hurt
almost as much as the needle had. Well, it was pretty
close. He put the bottle away and pulled out a knife.
He cut the ropes holding my ankles in place and then he
cut my wrists free.
I collapsed to the floor but he picked up another piece
of rope that had been waiting on the floor nearby. It
was a heavy rope that was tied into a hangman's noose.
He slipped it over my head and tightened it around my
throat and pulled me to my feet.
I nearly choked as the noose tightened. When I was
standing again he loosened the knot just enough so that
I could breath and then he pulled me over to the desk
in the corner. He pushed me down on the desk on my back
and pulled his cock out and raped me violently, all the
time staring at my eyes and grinning.
Every few minutes he would reach up and slap one of my
breasts and make me scream again. Just before he came
he leaned down over me and grabbed both of my breasts
and squeezed hard. I screamed again and finally I
passed out.
I don't know how long I was out. When consciousness
returned I found myself draped over a sawhorse made of
very rough wood with a lot of slivers in it. My belly
was pressed into the wood and my arms were restrained
again, this time to the ends of the saw horse.
I was being raped again. I looked over my shoulder and
saw that the boys in the audience were lined up to take
a turn raping me. The pain was incredible. Every thrust
was like an ice pick being shoved into my clit.
Every time one of my rapists had an orgasm they would
come around to my mouth to be cleaned off. After every
second or third rape Misha was there with a rag to wipe
my pussy clean. She was very rough and I suspect she
was dragging the rag across my fresh piercings on
purpose. Each time she did it I screamed. I couldn't
help it. I had never been in so much pain in my life.
The cameras were still rolling and one of them always
seemed to concentrate on my face and the pain that
showed clearly there.
I don't know how many times I was raped. I know that
when I was untied and allowed to put my torn clothing
on it was dark out. When I got to my car and started it
for the trip home it was after ten PM.
I drove home in a daze. I honestly don't remember
driving home. I got out and Dennis met me half way to
the house and helped me inside.
We went through the same procedure with the Jacuzzi and
the pills and the wine and I had no choice but to call
in sick the next day. I couldn't get out of bed. I
certainly couldn't stand the idea of having clothing
touching my fresh piercings.
Dennis tried to talk me into going to the doctor. If
nothing else he thought I should get a tetanus shot. I
absolutely refused. I could not let anyone see me like
this and I certainly couldn't go to my doctor. If I did
I could never look him in the eye again.
I told him that a little later I would appreciate it if
he would go the drug store and buy an antiseptic cream
and I would use that until the piercings healed.
He said, "Okay, but I am going to check you ever day
and if they get inflamed you are going to the doctor."
Friday and Saturday passed quietly. On Sunday I started
moving around again. I was relieved that we hadn't
heard from Nathan or any of his friends or customers.