Chapter 1
Although my mother’s death wasn’t unexpected it was still devastating. At the age of just thirty-nine she was much too young. She had several bouts with cancer in her life and always won. Not this time.
Well-meaning friends attempted to console me with such statements as, “At least it was quick. She didn’t suffer.”
I know their hearts are in the right place. But she did suffer. It was pure hell to watch. And I can’t help thinking that if it hadn’t happened so quickly she could have beaten it this time, too. It was all the more tragic for an embarrassingly selfish reason. She passed away just a week before I graduated from high school. What should have been a happy day in my life, a milestone, was instead a day of mourning.
She also missed my eighteenth birthday which is still just over a month away.
But it’s over now. Everything is behind me. Now it’s time to build some sort of life.
Many of my mother’s co-workers attended the funeral, including her boss. I met him a few times since my mom started working for him almost ten years ago but I don’t really know him so I was both surprised and very grateful when, after the funeral, he asked me what my plans are for the future.
With my mother gone I’m all alone in the world. It was nice to have someone to talk to. I told Mr. Chapman I’m looking for a job. I can’t afford to go to college and although I could probably have worked harder and gotten better grades I was never really a good student and never would be. I certainly never came anywhere close to doing well enough to earn a scholarship. I’m the sort of person about whom they say, “She isn’t really college material.” I’m not stupid. Quite the opposite. I found out recently I have a very high IQ. I just never enjoyed school and preferred socializing to learning. Okay, to be totally honest, school always bored the hell out of me. I have to admit I was a little lazy, too.
Mr. Chapman put his arm around my shoulders and said, “When you’re ready to go to work, come see me. I’ll find something for you.”
I was so relieved that I hugged him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. I think I shocked both of us. I stepped back and apologized. I explained that I’ve been worried because I’m running out of money quickly and jobs are scarce. I have no real skills. And as I mentioned a moment ago my grades aren’t apt to impress anyone.
He smiled and told me he understood. Then he informed me of another piece of good news which was almost as exciting as the job offer. He informed me that my mother named him as executor of her estate. He promised to take care of everything for me.
I was immensely relieved. I almost kissed him again. I know there’s such a thing as probate. But that’s pretty much all I know about what I need to be concerned with to take care of my mother’s estate. I don’t have more than a vague idea of what probate is. I’ve been worrying about that from the moment it became a factor in my life upon my mother’s death. Trying to find information on the internet just made things worse.
Mr. Chapman informed me mom’s Will is in his safe and he’ll take care of everything. After that brief conversation I was a lot happier than I should have been considering we were at my mother’s funeral.
I didn’t have a lot of time to recover from mom’s death. There isn’t much of an estate. She didn’t have insurance. She couldn’t afford it after three bouts with cancer. But realizing that this might happen she’d lived frugally and saved well. She’d at least accumulated enough money for her final expenses plus a little to keep me housed and fed until I graduate and find a job.
She had medical insurance through her job. That helped. And she avoided using credit. Her only debt was the mortgage on the house. There are only four years left on the fifteen-year mortgage and the payments are reasonable, or they will be if I can find a job quickly. It’s a small, older house in a nice but lower middleclass neighborhood.
Her car is a five-year-old Honda but it doesn’t have a lot of miles on it and she took good care of it. I’ll get rid of my old clunker and keep it.
Her savings covered the expense of her funeral with enough left over to last a few months if I don’t go crazy so all in all my situation could have been worse. The first thing I’ll need to do, besides find a job, will be to find a responsible, reliable renter for one of the spare bedrooms. I’m grateful for Mr. Chapman’s job offer but he isn’t running a charity. I don’t expect to start out making a whole lot of money. Things are going to be tight.
There was only a small gathering after the funeral. If I have any living relatives I’m not aware of them. I may or may not have a father somewhere. If I do he’s never been in my life and my mother never told me who he was. Several of mom’s closest friends from work came by and brought food. But they were a strange group and they seemed almost as uncomfortable being there as I was having them.
They soon left and I puttered around the house, slowly cleaning up with the help of Bunny, my one close friend throughout high school. Her name isn’t really Bunny. It’s Tawny. But since she came dressed as a Playboy Bunny, a very hot bunny, to a costume party in the ninth grade everyone has called her that.
When everything was cleaned up she offered to stay and keep me company. But I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially my best friend. I thanked her and told her I’d like to be alone for a while. I’m not through crying yet. We were both relieved when she left.
I sat in my empty, silent house after Bunny left. I don’t think there was a thought in my head at first. I cried quietly for a while but by that time I guess I was starting to run out of tears. I know I have to start pulling myself together and get on with my life now. But god it’s hard.
I started making a mental list of things I need to do. Mr. Chapman will take care of the important things, the legal matters, the things which are a mystery to me and have been nagging at me, such as getting the house and the car in my name. I need to put an ad for a roommate in the paper in the morning. And my old junker, too ... I guess. It isn’t worth much but it runs. After several minutes of admittedly murky thought, I suddenly realized everything else has either already been taken care of or will be taken care of by Mr. Chapman as executor of mom’s estate! I only have to place the ad and see him about a job!
For some reason I thought there was much more I have to take care of. Well, there is one more thing. I need to clean out my mother’s bedroom. Her clothes don’t fit me and I couldn’t wear them even if they did. Not just because we don’t wear the same size. She has always ... god, how can I say this. I don’t want to make her sound like a slut. Around ten years ago her taste in clothes suddenly changed. She became partial to wearing clothes I’d never have the nerve to wear. She liked her clothing tight, short and revealing. She even wore those clothes to work every day! I got used to it eventually but there were times when I was growing up when I was embarrassed to be seen with her. She looked like she was cruising for men whenever she went out.
What makes that so strange is that I can’t remember her ever going out on a date! It would have been hard for her. Her job required her to work nights more than she worked days. When she did go out it was often to company functions. But, to the best of my knowledge, I never saw her go out with a man. She sometimes went out with girlfriends from work, all of whom were dressed to attract lots of male attention. And there were times when I wondered if something happened while she was out when she came home very late and looking just a bit disheveled. But she insisted she only had a few drinks, talked with her friends and maybe had a dance or two. When I got older I sometimes suspected she had met a man and maybe even had sex with him. Why not?! She was relatively young and very attractive. Whatever the truth, I know she never had a boyfriend.
I’m going to have to box up all of her sexy, revealing clothing and donate it to charity. I think all her jewelry is just cheap costume jewelry. There are a few things I’ll probably keep but most of that can go, too.
However, I’m not ready to tackle that task yet. I have my own room and it’s comfortable there. Her room can wait.
For the longest time I just sat staring at nothing. That’s what I was doing when the doorbell rang almost an hour later. I thought about ignoring it but I don’t want to be rude. It’s probably someone here to offer their condolences. I’ve been surprised at how many people, mostly people mom worked with and the surprisingly large group of her close friends, have dropped by since she died. I had no idea she was so popular.
I opened the door and was surprised to see Donna, mom’s closest friend standing there looking nervous for some reason. I was disappointed she didn’t attend the funeral but one of the women I talked to told me she couldn’t get off work. I invited her in. She glanced up and down the street before entering as though she’s afraid to be seen entering the house! I actually expected to see her days earlier. I’m a little surprised it took her this long to visit.
The first thing she did after she stepped inside was hold her finger up to her lips before I had time to say a word. She took me by the hand and led me through the house and out into the backyard. She didn’t say a word until we were in the farthest corner of the yard from the house. When we were standing side-by-side looking out into the high grass in the narrow strip of untended land between our yard and the neighbor on the street behind us. Only then did she quietly say, “We need to talk.” She sounds really stressed.
“What’s wrong, Donna?! What’s with all the cloak and dagger stuff?!”
“Sorry. I know we don’t really know each other. But you’ve seen me with your mom a lot. You know your mom and I were close. First, don’t tell anyone I was here. If someone finds out and asks about it just tell them I came to offer my condolences and leave it at that. Your mom was my best friend and she helped me a lot over the years. I’m here because I owe it to her to try and warn you. This is going to sound crazy but I swear to you every word of what I’m about to say is true.
“First, and most importantly, you can’t trust Chapman. He’s a very, very dangerous man. I don’t know what he may have said to you since your mom passed away, but the odds are every word of it was a lie. He’s going to try to ensnare you and use you just like he did all the rest of us. You most likely believed that helpful, honest businessman front he wears when he’s out in public. It’s all a lie. He’s the most dishonest, cruelest, most dangerous man you will ever meet.
I just stared at her in shock. I don’t know how to respond to that!
“Do you know what he does for a living? Do you know what your mother and me and all those women you thought were her “friends from work” do for a living?”
“I ... no! I thought you all were like secretaries and ... I don’t know, whatever.”
“We’re the worst kind of whores. The son of a bitch owns us. We entertain at parties. We make all kinds of nasty porn movies. We work in private sex clubs and in strip joints. Not upscale gentlemen’s clubs like in Vegas. I’m talking about the raunchy strip joints where the girls spend a hell of a lot more time on their backs on a cot in a back room than they do dancing on a stage.
“And once he owns you he keeps you until he can’t squeeze another dime out of your fucking cunt. Then you disappear. Sometimes a girl ends up in a sleazy whorehouse in Mexico or anywhere else in the world where there’s a market for white women. Places like Thailand or Saudi Arabia, just about anywhere in Africa. If you can’t be sold there, or if he can’t get a good enough offer, you might just end up in a snuff film.
“You need to go inside, pack a suitcase and get the hell out of town and I mean right now. Please, Blair. You’ve got to believe me.”
We heard a noise behind us just then and we both spun around to see Mr. Chapman followed by four large, mean looking men. Mr. Chapman is smiling and looks so very friendly. He nodded to me, then he turned to Donna and said, “You’re so damn predictable. I’m not even disappointed, Donna. My first thought was that it’s time to find you a new home. But you’re still popular and you’re still a damn fine fuck. I’ve decided to see if I can just retrain you.”
The tears are pouring down her cheeks. She’s shaking her head and sobbing quietly. When he finished talking she managed to say, “Please, just kill me. I can’t take it anymore. Just kill me.”
He chuckled and responded, “Oh no, Donna. I’m going to keep you around for a while. You’re still hotter than an oven and if nothing else you can still serve as an example of what happens to the dumb cunts who try to stab me in the back.”
He nodded to the four thugs with him and two of them grabbed each of us. He said, “Wait until dark. Then take them to the farm.”
Donna screamed and cried out, “No! Please Mr. Chapman! I’m sorry! Please not the farm! I swear I’ll be good! I’ll never do anything bad again. I’ll do every nasty thing you want with a smile on my face. I promise!”
Mr. Chapman chuckled and responded, “But Donna, we don’t want to see you smile. We want to see you scream and cry and beg. Don’t worry, I doubt if you’ll last much longer. I doubt if it will be long before your wish to die will come true. I’m already getting requests from perverts who have bought your movies who want to see your snuff film.”
Donna stood there crying. She’s almost hysterical. Mr. Chapman smiled, obviously enjoying her reaction. But except for that he ignored her. He turned to the four thugs with him and continued his instructions. “There’s already a crew on the way over here to empty the place and get rid of the cars.”
He turned to me then and still with that friendly, almost fatherly smile on his face he said, “Don’t worry about your legal affairs, Blair. You don’t really have an estate to be concerned about. Your mother signed it all over to me not long after she started working for me.”
One of the thugs nodded toward me and asked, “What about her shit?”
“Toss it. She doesn’t own anything worth keeping. She’ll be dressing more like her mother from now on. You guys can go ahead and have your fun but don’t mark them up. They’ve got some movies to make tomorrow.”
He turned and left. The thugs groped me and Donna for a few minutes and then pulled us back into the house. They took us to the living room and tossed Donna down on the couch. The men who were holding her went around, closed all the curtains, closed the door locked it. While they were doing that the men holding me began groping me very roughly again and joking about how much they love their job. They quickly got tired of having to deal with my clothes and roughly removed them, shredding them in the process. As soon as I was naked their hands were all over me. Behind me I heard the other two men giving Donna the same treatment.
While one of the men assaulting me was squeezing and pulling on my boobs the other guy grabbed my pussy. He pulled my pubic hair then clamped down on my pussy. I didn’t resist until I felt him trying to shove one of his fat fingers inside of me. I jerked my butt back in an attempt to get away from his fingers and as if I thought it would really matter to these horny animals I pleaded, “Please! Don’t put anything in me. I’m a virgin!”
Much to my surprise they both paused and looked at me skeptically. The older of the two men growled, “Yer shittin’ me, right?”
“No! I swear!”
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen. I just graduated from high school a few days ago!”
The two men looked at each other for a moment as though not quite sure what to do. Then the older man squatted down, pushed my legs apart and spread my pussy open. After looking inside of me he swore under his breath, stood up and for a few seconds I could have sworn I saw sympathy and regret in his eyes. But he covered that up quickly and exclaimed, “Aw shit! I guess I better call the boss.”
The younger guy looks really pissed. While the older guy pulled out his phone and made a call, the younger one said, “Ask him if we can at least get blowjobs from the bitch.”
He continued to roughly play with my ass and my tit while the older guy made his phone call. I just stood there sobbing helplessly and listening to the older guy who seems to be in charge here.
“Mr. C.? Yeah, Tony here. It kills me to say this but I thought you’d want to know the girl’s a cherry.”
There was a short pause. I can hear Mr. Chapman’s voice but I can’t understand what he’s saying.
“Yeah. I checked. Hymen’s still there.” Long pause.
“Yeah. I figured. Jimmy said I should ask if we can at least get some head.”
Pause.
“Great! Thanks, boss.”
He put his phone away and said, “We can use her mouth but her cunt and ass are off limits.”
Jimmy shrugged and said, “I figured. What the hell, at least we can still fuck the other cunt. We know that whore ain’t a fuckin’ cherry.”
All four men seemed to find that amusing.
Tony went back to squeezing my other tit and said to me, “All you did was put it off for a little while. He’ll come up with some kinda show to amuse the perverts like having a dog or a pony or something take your cherry while they make a movie of it. The place you’re going is a real farm. They got all kinds of animals out there. Or maybe they’ll round up a bunch of nasty old hobos in the city from one of them homeless camps. Thirty or forty old men that ain’t had a shower in a month or two and let them gangbang your sexy little ass. You’d have been a lot better off if you kept your fuckin’ mouth shut and let me and Jimmy pop your cherry. But at least we can put that cute little mouth to some good use.”
I don’t get it. He’s saying all those terrible, hateful things but when I look closely, when I look in his eyes I’d swear it’s like he doesn’t mean it. It’s like he’s reading a script. But I get an entirely different read from the sound of his voice. He’s terrifying!
“Jimmy, hold onto her while I get ready.”
Jimmy held me with one hand while his other hand played with my ass, squeezing my cheeks and even probing me back there with a finger. He chuckled and said, “There ain’t no hymen back here. We could pop her ass and no one would know.”
Tony, who’s in the process of getting undressed said, “Uh-uh. Maybe he’d know, maybe he wouldn’t. I ain’t takin’ no chances. I’ve seen what happens to guys who tried to get over on Mr. C ... They ain’t around anymore and I don’t mean they moved.”
He finished undressing. Out of the corner of my eye I can see what the other two men are doing with Donna. They’ve got her down on her hands and knees. One of them is fucking her mouth violently. The other guy is just now working his dick into her from behind. She’s suffering this violent attack because of me! I feel really bad because she just came here to warn me, to help me out because she was friends with my mom. And this isn’t even the punishment they have in mind for her. This is just to keep the thugs amused while they’re waiting for it to get dark.
They pulled me over to the couch Donna was on before they began raping her. They pushed me down in the middle of it. The guy who was groping me while Tony was taking his clothes off got undressed and they sat down on either side of me. Donna is on her hands and knees in front of us. She’s so close I could touch her with my foot if I straightened my leg. Tony, the older guy who seems to be in charge, grabbed my right hand, pulled it into his lap and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He sounded so amused when he asked, “Ever have one of those in your hand before, cherry girl?”
I shook my head and through my tears I managed to say, “I’ve never even seen one before.”
He shook his head and informed me, “By the time we leave here this evening you’ll be intimately acquainted with four of them. You’ll still be a cherry girl, but you’ll know what our cocks look like, what they taste like, and what our cum tastes like.”
He chuckled and added, “By the time we leave here you’ll be able to identify us by the taste of our cum. And Jerry, that guy fuckin’ Donna’s cunt at the moment, has a little kink he’s famous for. He just loves to piss down some broad’s throat. I’ll be real surprised if you don’t know what his piss tastes like. Come to think about it, I’ve always wondered why he gets such a kick outa that. I just might give it a try, too.”
I’m so distracted by the cock in my hand and the horrible things that old man is saying I’ve almost forgotten Jimmy who’s sitting on my left. He reminded me he’s there by grabbing my left wrist, wrapping my hand around his slimy cock and holding it there.
The old guy on my right grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head until we were looking into each other’s eyes. When he saw he had my attention he said, “Listen close cunt. You hold onto those cocks in your hands like your life depends on it. We can’t kill you. The boss intends to make a shitload of money off your cherry ass. But we can make you suffer like you can’t even imagine. If you piss us off you’ll wish you were dead like you’ve never wished for anything in your god damn life. Is that clear?”
I nodded my head violently. He glared at me, grabbed my nipples and squeezed so hard I was afraid they were going to explode. I tried to scream but the other man must have known what was going to happen he clamped his hand down over my mouth and hardly any sound escaped.
The old guy reduced the pressure on my nipples but continued to hold them firmly between his large thumbs and the knuckles of his fingers. He smiled, a very scary smile, and growled, “You don’t rattle your fuckin’ empty head at me, cunt. You answer yes, sir and no, sir. You got that?!” I no longer see sympathy in his eyes. He’s totally in character now. I wondered briefly which persona is the real Tony but it’s a waste of my time. It doesn’t really matter. My mouth is about to be raped over and over until it gets dark outside and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Yes, sir!!”
He leaned closer, spit in my face and said, “Let’s try again. Is that clear?” It took me a long moment to remember what the question was but just as he started applying pressure on my nipples again I replied, “Yes, sir!! I understand, sir! I’ll do whatever you want! I swear it!”
He smiled, reached up and spread his spit around my face. As he painted my face with spit he quietly and calmly, almost as if we’re having a quiet conversation he said, “We’ll see. You don’t seem that bright. I’m pretty sure you’re going to need a little more training before you’re worth a shit. But that’s okay. We all enjoy training you dumb bitches. Look at Donna. Eight or nine years ago she was a dumb cunt just like you. But look at her now. Except for that huge fuck up today she’s a well-trained cunt. I imagine she can be straightened out with a little remedial training. She’ll need to spend a little time out at the farm. But I’m pretty sure she’ll learn her lesson and be returned to us with a whole new attitude. “Now for your first lesson in how to please a man. It’s time you start learning how to suck cock. That cock you have in your right hand. Look at it. You’ve really never seen a cock before today?”
“No, sir.”
“Mine ain’t the biggest. Dobie over there with his cock in Donna’s pussy is the biggest. I’m next biggest. By the time it gets dark you’re going to be able take every cock in the room down your throat. You’re going to drink so much cum your eyes will be floating. You won’t get it all straight from our cocks. You’re other job will be keeping Donna’s cunt clean. We don’t like fucking a cunt when it gets too nasty. I bet you never ate a pussy either, have you?”
For a second or two I struggled to keep from vomiting in my mouth as I pictured my mouth on a freshly fucked pussy. I’ve never seen a freshly fucked pussy but I can imagine how nasty it is. I started to shake my head but just in time I remembered and mumbled, “No, sir?”
“What? Speak up, cunt!”
“No, sir. I’ve never ... I’ve never eaten a pussy.”
I’m so wrapped up in our conversation I’m not even aware Jerry and Dobie have both cum in Donna and are sitting back, catching their breath and enjoying watching the terror build on my face. I glanced at their flaccid, slime covered cocks. Even flaccid Dobie’s cock is larger than Tony’s. They’re both very threatening. Well, actually all four of them are very intimidating. Even more so because nobody here came here to make love. They’re here to rape two women and it’s obvious they enjoy their work.
Tony said, “Hey guys, let me borrow the bitch for a few minutes.”
“Sure, Tony. We need a break before we switch ends.”
Tony snarled at Donna, “Get yer ass over here, cunt. See if you can’t give cherry girl some advice on how to suck a cock so we don’t have to fuck her up.”
Donna turned and moved a little closer on her knees. She cleared her throat and in a very raspy voice she said, “I’m sorry, Blair. It’s going to hurt. It always hurts, especially with these guys.”
Tony reached out, grabbed a handful of her hair and demanded, “What the hell does that mean, cunt?!”
She made no attempt to lessen the pain in her scalp. She gasped and said, “It’s true! I’m just telling the truth. You guys are always rough. And most guys don’t shove their cocks down our throat like it’s just another cunt.”
He thought about that for a few seconds and let her hair go. He sat back and said, “Yeah, okay. I guess yer right. Go on.”
“There’s some things you can do to help but mostly your just going to have to get used to it. The first thing is, before you take a cock in your mouth you gotta swallow. When you do that your throat thinks there’s food coming and you don’t gag so much. There’s ways to make it easier to take a cock down your throat but that won’t do you any good here. These guys are just gonna ram their cocks down your throat. If I live long enough I’ll tell you about those other tricks because they’ll come in handy in your new profession.”
“Donna! I’m seventeen! I’m a virgin! I can’t! I can’t be a ... I can’t do those things!”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have a choice. None of us do. Your mother didn’t. I don’t. Chapman must have somewhere between three hundred and four hundred girls working for him, mostly in his clubs. I doubt if more than a dozen of them chose to be a whore and are willingly working for him. He’s a sadist. He treats us like slaves, like things. Get used to the idea. It’s gonna happen. From now on your world revolves around cocks ... cocks and everything that comes out of them.
“Blair, you can’t fight them. You have to accept it. If you don’t they can hurt you so fucking bad ... or worse. Girls who keep fighting them ... they just disappear. If they’re lucky they star in a snuff film and their suffering is over. If they aren’t lucky they get sold. You gotta believe me baby, that’s a ticket to hell.”
I believe her, and I’m terrified. I just don’t know how I can do what they want me to do. I looked down at Tony’s cock. I don’t know if it was Donna’s horror story or my reaction which caused it but Tony’s cock looks like it has become fully erect again and the top half, as well as my finger and thumb, are covered in a clear, slick substance. I tried pulling my hand away when the stuff oozing out of his cock started touching my hand but he glared at me and I caved.
Tony glared at me again and in a threatening tone said, “Okay cunt. Time to step up your training a little. Lean down there and lick my cock and your hand clean.”
I haven’t really been thinking ahead. I knew it was coming but except that I have a general idea what’s involved in sucking a guy’s cock I don’t really know what to do. I know I’m naïve and more uninformed than most girls my age. That’s how I was raised by my over-protective mother. But what the hell is that stuff coming out of his cock?!
Donna nudged me, jerking me back to the problem at hand. Quietly, but with a tone of urgency in her voice, she said, “Do it, Blair. If you don’t he’ll hurt you and you’ll end up doing it anyway.”
“What do I do? I’ve never even seen a man’s ... cock before.” It isn’t a new word to me. But that’s the first time I ever said it out loud. It felt very strange. It sounded strange when I heard the word coming out of my mouth.
She sounded slightly impatient and very nervous when she responded, “It isn’t rocket science! Just do it for god’s sake!”
I looked up at his eyes as I slowly leaned down over his lap. I expected him to look impatient but he looks amused. As my face neared his cock I drew a deep breath. I stuck out my tongue and not really knowing where to start I started at the source. I began tentatively licking the golf ball size head. I’m tempted to say I was pleasantly surprised but I think relieved is more accurate. It looks awful. Of course it does. It’s a liquid coming out of the end of a man’s cock. That’s disgusting! But there was almost no taste at all!
I had to fight the almost overwhelming urge to gag. The taste is very mild but the idea of what I’m doing and the gross way this part of him looks is disgusting. Because I have no choice I fought the urge to gag. I don’t want to make things any worse than they already are. I licked the top half of his cock clean and then I licked that stuff off my hand. I’m so focused on what I’m doing that at first I wasn’t aware that the other three men have gathered around and are leering down at me. They only added slightly to my humiliation. The fact that one of them is recording what I’m doing on his phone hardly registered. He stopped me after a few minutes and said, “That was amusing. Now let’s see how you do your first time sucking a cock.”
I knew it was coming. They warned me I’ll be doing it a lot this afternoon and evening since they can’t fuck me and I was appropriately terrified. But at the time it was something that was going to happen in future. The future has finally arrived.
“Take your hand away. It’ll just get in your way.”
I slowly pulled my hand off of his cock. It’s right in my face. I leaned down a little bit more and as I opened my mouth, Donna said, “Swallow.”
Oh yeah! I swallowed a couple of times and I was about to place my lips on the tip of his cock she warned, “Be very careful! Don’t touch his cock with your teeth. That’s a huge no-no.”
Yeah, because I’m not already terrified enough! I touched my lips to the tip of his cock. I had to put my hand back around it and pull it toward me slightly. I started slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It already appears to be a very large appendage. It seems even bigger in my mouth. I’m struggling to keep my teeth away from it but my mouth will only open so far. This is even more difficult than I expected!
I only took about ... I don’t know, maybe a little more than two inches of it into my mouth before I started pulling back. One of the men watching us laughed. Tony growled, “I hope you realize you’re gonna have to do better than that.”
I know for a fact I’m not going to be able to satisfy this asshole. I’m starting to wonder why I should even try. What I really want to do is curl up in a ball on the floor and cry hysterically. But of course, I’m too terrified of these monsters to give up. I know they’ll only cause me more pain. I don’t see how I can possibly take more of that fat, slimy, ugly tube of flesh into my mouth but I know I have to try. I started sliding my lips back down. Donna leaned closer and started to give me a suggestion. She only got a few words out before a hand grabbed her hair and jerked her away. She made a terrible sound I can’t even describe. Then, all at once, Tony gripped my head so hard I thought he would crush it. A man on either side of me each grabbed one of my arms, twisting them up behind my back and I was totally helpless.
At first I didn’t know what they intended or what they expected from me. Tony immediately made that clear. He pulled my mouth down over his cock until the tip of it was lodged at the entrance to my throat but he didn’t pause. He began applying more and more pressure with his gorilla arms and I knew I was going to die. In a heartbeat I knew I was going to die. I knew there was no way I could survive what he has in mind. For a fraction of a second I was relieved. My nightmare will be over. Then I lost consciousness.
I don’t know how long I was out. When I woke up, Donna was cradling my head in her lap and running a cold cloth over my face. Tears are running down her cheeks. I tried to ask her if it’s over but all I could do is croak like a frog. I tried to swallow but I couldn’t at first. I finally managed to swallow but I still can’t make a sound, or at least nothing that sounds like a sound which comes from a human. After a moment I became aware of something else. I have a terrible taste in my mouth. I knew right away what must have caused it. Tony must have continued driving his cock down my throat until he had an orgasm. It didn’t bother him at all that I was unconscious or that he may have caused me permanent damage.
The four men are pretty good at covering up how concerned for my welfare they must be. They’re laughing and joking and obviously pretending they’re unconcerned. Pricks!
Tony watched me recover for a minute before he grinned and said, “One down, three to go you stupid cunt. But first you have another chore to do.”
I almost fainted when he reminded me all four of them are going to rape my throat. He saw my reaction, smiled and said, “Shit, girl! We’re doin’ you a fuckin’ favor! By the time we leave here this evening a trip to the farm will be like just another day in paradise.”
He turned to Donna and said, “You can quit playing nurse maid. Get up here. Sit down and spread ‘em.”
She whispered, “I’m so sorry.” Then she helped me to sit up, got to her feet and sat down beside Tony on the couch with her butt right on the forward edge of the cushion. She lifted her legs, spread them and rested her heels on the cushion. Her crotch is a disgusting mess. One of the guys must have fucked her again after I passed out. Probably Jerry since Tony fucked my throat and Dobie and Jimmy fucked Donna before I passed out.
As soon as she was ready, Tony said, “Hands and knees, bitch. Get your lazy ass over here and clean that mess up. She’s so nasty nobody wants to fuck her.”
I looked down at the floor as I got up on my knees. Donna is about three feet away but I can smell the mess those animals made of her. When I finally looked up I studiously avoided looking at her crotch. I’m afraid I’ll get sick. I tried breathing through my mouth as I drew nearer but if that helped it wasn’t by much. Jimmy is standing beside us recording us on his phone. He smiled at the disgust on my face and said to Tony, “The boss is gonna get a kick outa- this!”
I guess I hesitated too long. Tony reached over, grabbed a handful of my hair and growled, “Need a little incentive, cunt?”
I whispered, “No, sir.”
“Get to work. Start at her knees and work yer way up. Get her nice and clean so we can fuck that sloppy cunt some more. We like our whore’s cunts nice and fresh. And you need to get used to puttin’ lots of nasty shit in your mouth. That’s gonna be your life from now on.”
I leaned down and started licking Donna’s thigh just above her knee. Her inner thighs are streaked with drying and relatively fresh semen. The taste is even more fowl than the smell. The urge to gag is almost overpowering but I struggled to control it.
I stopped licking just before I reached her obviously well-fucked pussy and moved to her right thigh to repeat the process. I was managing to deal with the awful smell and the even worse taste until there was no longer any avoiding her red, swollen, cum encrusted pussy. I hesitated again until Tony said, “Would you rather wait until we freshened that cunt up for you?”
He grinned at his fellow rapist for a moment before asking, “Did any of you guys notice any horny dogs running around out there when we pulled up?”
A couple of them laughed. One of them said, “I could go out and take a walk around the block. I always get a kick out of watching a dog fuck some broad. But it really turns my crank when I get to watch some other cunt licking her clean. Shit! I’m getting’ a hard-on just thinking about it.”
I tried to shut out that conversation. I told myself that Donna’s twice-fucked pussy looks and smells disgusting but it isn’t going to taste any different than the crap I’ve been licking off of her thighs so I stuck out my tongue and inched a little closer until my tongue came into contact with her pussy. I ran my tongue through her slit from the bottom to the top. I was wrong. The taste of semen was much more intense. I groaned in disgust but I continued to lick her until her entire crotch was as clean as I could get it with my tongue. My traumatized brain kept replaying what one of these thugs just said about how much he loves watching women with dogs and watching a woman lick another woman clean after she gets fucked by dogs. He wasn’t just trying to scare me. I could tell by his tone of voice, by the excitement in his voice. He wasn’t just messing with my head. He really gets off on that perverted crap! These monsters actually make women do those terrible things!
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. These guys all love raping women. At least one of them gets off on urinating down a woman’s throat! And Tony sounded serious earlier when he said he’s thinking about trying it. These guys are all sick!
I kept licking Donna’s pussy long after the taste of semen was gone. I almost stopped when I figured she was clean but I know if I stop the rapes will start again. It only made sense to put that off as long as possible. I’m not looking forward to having another cock shoved down my throat.
They watched me licking her pussy for about another ten minutes, standing around and making obscene comments and recording my humiliation for Chapman’s amusement. But Tony finally must have gotten bored. He pushed my head away and ordered me to stand up. He watched me struggle to my feet, ran his gaze over my naked body and exclaimed, “Damn I wish I could fuck this bitch! I wonder how much Chapman’s gonna get for her cherry.”
Dobie reached out, rubbed his rough fingers over my pussy and said, “We’re taking her to the farm when we leave here. I wonder if her first dick is gonna be human. I hope the boss don’t have anything else for us to do tonight. I sure wanna be there to see her get fucked for the first time.”
What in the hell is wrong with these animals?! Don’t they have mothers and sisters, wives and daughters?! What would they think if Chapman wanted them to do this shit to one of their female relatives? Would that turn them on, too?!”
Tony got to his feet and ordered Donna to get up. He put her back down where she was when Dobie and Jimmy raped her. He got down behind her and looked at her ass and her pussy for a moment before he said, “I hope Jerry doesn’t fill you up, Blair. I’m about to whip you up another snack here. I’m glad to see you licked your dish nice and clean for me.” Donna grunted as he slammed his fat cock into her violently. Dobie knelt in front of her and started fucking her throat with his large cock. I can see it better now than when he was raping her pussy with it earlier. Damn! Tony said he had the largest cock of the four of them. He wasn’t kidding. Watching Donna, though, I have to wonder how long she’s been getting raped by these animals ... and god only knows how many other men. And now I have to wonder if she’s had sex with animals?! Jerry blocked my view of those three. He grinned and said, “I’m the only one who hasn’t got my rocks off yet. Get down on your knees, bitch. Let’s see if Tony taught you anything.”
Shit! Why can’t these guys just settle for a blowjob?! I’ve never done it and it sounds disgusting but it has to be a lot less painful than having a big cock shoved down my throat. I looked at his cock. It’s smaller than Tony’s, thankfully, but it isn’t small. I hope the torture I suffered when Tony raped my throat will have made it easier to take this time. The problem is my throat is still so sore I can hardly swallow. He moved a little closer and I reached up to hold his cock. He slapped my hand away and snarled, “I don’t want a fuckin’ hand job, stupid! Open your damn mouth.”
Not long ago I heard Donna plead with them to kill her. She wants this life of torture to end. At the time I was shocked but already I’m beginning to better understand. This nightmare has only just started for me but I don’t know how much more of this abuse I can stand. And I’m obviously nowhere near as strong as Donna is.
I opened my mouth and Jerry stuck half his cock in my mouth. He snarled, “Suck it stupid. I need my dick to get a little harder before I go tonsil diving.”
I remembered the dire warnings about touching a cock with my teeth and was very careful. I also remember Tony saying Jerry likes to piss down a girl’s throat but I tried to put that thought out of my mind. I closed my lips over his cock and started gently sucking. I still think sucking a cock is a nasty thing to do but I very much wish he’d let me do it this way. I’m terrified of the pain I’m going to suffer when he starts fucking my throat.
I felt his cock grow slightly larger and become rigid. He let me suck a little longer before he grabbed my head with both hands and thrust his hips forward. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it wasn’t as bad as the first time. I don’t know if that’s because Tony’s cock is larger or because with Tony it was the first time. It’s still traumatic but slightly easier this time. I guess watching everyone else have sex and then watching while I was forced to clean Donna with my tongue must have gotten him pretty well primed. It didn’t seem like he lasted anywhere near as long as Tony. I was unconscious by the time Tony climaxed in my mouth earlier. I’m awake for this one. I can’t see. My eyes are full of tears. The pain is still incredible. But I was awake and aware when Jerry pulled back until just the head of his cock was in my mouth and used his right hand to masturbate into my mouth. And holy shit!! Damn! That stuff is foul!! He filled my mouth with the most disgusting crap I’ve ever tasted. The drying cum I licked from Donna’s thighs and her pussy and the aftertaste of Tony’s cum in my mouth when I returned to consciousness didn’t prepare me for the taste of the bitter crap with which Jerry filled my mouth!
I almost spit it out but he leaned down, grabbed both my nipples and snarled, “If you spill so much as a drop of that shit I’m gonna pick you up by your nipples and hold you up off the floor until you convince me how fucking sorry you are, cunt!”
I gagged several times but I managed, after several attempts, to swallow all the extremely bitter cum he dumped in my mouth. I remained on my knees in front of him. He eased off on my nipples and said, “I been told I’ve got very bitter cum. They say it has something to do with what I eat. I don’t know. But then, I don’t care. I don’t have to swallow that shit. I bet you could use something to wash that down with. Open your mouth.” I tipped my head back slightly and opened my mouth. I can’t stop worrying that he’s going to pee in my mouth.
He grinned and said, “If you move you’ll be the sorriest bitch on the planet.”
I think I already am!
“Look in my eyes.”
The tips of our noses are almost touching. If he was any closer we’d be kissing. I stared into his eyes and watched him work up a mouthful of spit and let it drain into my wide open mouth!
This isn’t the first time. Well, it kind of is. Tony spit in my face when the rapes first began and he rubbed it all around my face. He didn’t spit in my mouth, though.
Jerry didn’t move. He’s still leaning over me with our noses almost touching. He smiled at me for a long minute before I saw him working up another mouthful of spit. He let it drain slowly into my mouth and after I struggled to swallow he straightened up, patted me on the head like a pet and asked, “There, did you enjoy your drink? Did you get that bad taste out of your mouth?”
I almost said no but I caught myself just in time. I replied, “Yes, sir.”
I had the feeling he was hoping I’d say no and use that as an excuse to piss in my mouth. Of course, he doesn’t need an excuse. He can do any damn thing he wants to me as long as he doesn’t fuck me or mark me up. And I won’t be surprised if he doesn’t do just that before we leave here this evening. And Tony, too. He said he wants to try it.
How can they get away with treating people like this?! People must know about them. Are so many people really okay with treating women the way they’re treating us?!
Jerry straightened up and sat down in mom’s favorite chair. Tony and Dobie finally finished raping Donna. Tony came over to where I’m kneeling, right where Jerry just left me. He stopped in front of me, smiled and said, “I got another snack ready for you. It’s nice and warm and ready to eat. But first I need you to open your mouth so I can wash my dick.”
I looked at his flaccid, slimy, still too large cock for a moment before I tilted my head back slightly and opened my mouth. He chuckled and said, “That’s a good cunt.” Then he came closer and slid his cock in my mouth. It’s disgusting but just about everything these men have done to us is disgusting. I was surprised when I didn’t even gag! I closed my lips and started gently sucking on his cock. It’s a lot easier than a little while ago when it was hard and throbbing. But best of all he can’t shove it down my throat in its current condition.
Just before he pulled his cock out of my mouth he ordered Donna back into position on the couch. Jerry picked up his phone and when Tony pulled his cock out of my mouth I turned to look at Donna. I got up, went around the coffee table and knelt in front of her. She has tears in her eyes. She mouthed, “I’m sorry.”
I leaned forward, rested my arms on the cushion on either side of her and whispered, “It’s okay. Not your fault.” Then I went to work.
It isn’t so bad this time. The cum isn’t running all the way down to her knees, it isn’t getting all crusty and maybe it’s just wishful thinking but it doesn’t seem like there’s as much of it. It didn’t take as long and I didn’t quite have time to get her totally clean because one of the guys heard a noise and looked outside. He told Tony, “They’re here. Two truck’s. First one’s backing up in the driveway now.”
Tony looked out and said, “Shit! There’s eight of them motherfuckers. Get dressed, guys. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to have to share with those eight big gorillas.”
The other men obviously agreed and Donna and I were glad. These four are already more than we can handle. While the guys were hurrying to get dressed he tossed Donna and I our dresses and ordered us to put them on. While we were rushing to put our clothes on he told two of the guys to take us out to the side of the house and keep us out of sight and quiet.
Jerry chuckled, grabbed his crotch and said, “Got a gag right here.” Tony said, “Just make sure none of the neighbors can see you. I don’t want some kid’s mama throwin’ a fit and dialin’ 911.”
I can’t help thinking, ‘It didn’t seem to bother you when you were dragging us into the house a little while ago.’
I’m hoping the guys will do what they’re told because we don’t have any privacy in our backyard. There are half a dozen houses with windows which have a view of our yard and I’m exhausted. Being raped for hours takes a lot out of you. I can really use a little break.
Jerry and Jimmy took Donna and me to the back door. Jerry hesitated for a moment, turned to us and said, “If either of you make a sound or a move I don’t like you’ll spend the next hour or two tied up and gagged. Clear?”
“Yes sir.”
They just about dragged us around the side of the house. Mom was never able to afford to put up a privacy fence but she did get a section installed on each side of the house so we at least had privacy from our street and the sidewalk. We settled down in that small niche and sat in silence for almost two hours. We went back inside when Dobie came out to get us. Everything in the house was gone! Every piece of furniture, every kitchen utensil, everything! I asked Tony, “What about my clothes?”
“You ain’t gonna need ‘em.”
“Why not, am I going to be dead?”
Before Tony could respond Dobie grinned and said, “No. You’re just gonna wish you were.”
I looked at him for a minute and I don’t know where I got the nerve. I guess I figured things couldn’t get any worse. I asked, “Don’t you guys have mothers, wives, sisters, daughters? How can you treat us like this? Do you hate all women?”
I expected to get slapped around a little but much to my surprise he replied, “You aren’t women. You’re cattle. You’re a herd of whores and we’re just whore punchers.”
“How can I be a whore? I’m still a virgin!”
“Your mother was a whore...”
“Not willingly! He forced her, just like he’s forcing me!”
“That ain’t the way I heard it. She got caught stealing from the boss. The boss, he don’t call cops. He handles things like that himself.”
“So what did I do?”
He grinned and said, “You made the mistake of getting’ born with a cunt. You’re not happy? Take it up with the boss. I’m sure he’ll be happy to answer all your question.”
Tony glanced at his watch and said, “Dobie, we still got at least another hour or two before it gets dark. Wanna see if you can find something more productive for this stupid bitch to do with her mouth?”
Dobie grinned and replied, “Well, you didn’t kill her with your dick so I guess she might survive. Take the fucking dress off, bitch. And get down on your knees. I’m about to do you a favor. Once you get used to taking my cock down your throat most guys will be no problem for you. You’ll probably even be able to handle some of them ponies out at the farm without much trouble.”
It’s getting harder to let those comments about my future of sex with animals and perverts like these guys and Jerry go over my head. But I’m more focused at the moment on the pain I’m about experience when Dobie rapes my throat with that enormous cock which reaches two thirds of the way down to his knees and appears to be at least three inches in circumference for most of its length. I saw Donna survive it before the movers came. She didn’t even seem traumatized. I suppose I’ll survive but there’s no way it isn’t going to hurt like hell. On the other hand, if I’m going to end up sucking off dogs and ponies I guess I don’t want to survive.
I took my dress off and dropped to my knees. Dobie moved a little closer. When he was right in front of me he removed his shirt and slipped his shoes off. He’s glaring down at me as he unfastened his pants. While he was doing that, in a hate-filled tone of voice he quietly said, “In answer to your previous question, I have a mom. She’s a whore just like you. I wish she was here so I could shove my cock down her throat, too.” I looked up at him and asked, “Is turning me into a whore going to make that alright?”
He drew his arm back but I didn’t even blink. I said, “Go ahead. I’d rather be dead than be like your mother.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tony rushing over to stop him from smashing my face but it’s obvious he’s going to be too late. Dobie didn’t hit me, though. He slowly lowered his arm and exhaled loudly. He stood there staring at me for a long time, several tense minutes. Then he finished undressing and quietly said, “See if you can do it on your own.”
Tony came to a stop beside us and looked at Dobie for a minute before he turned to me and sounding a bit incredulous asked, “Did you break Dobie?”
I’m not sure if he was being sarcastic or not.
I reached up, wrapped my hand around his enormous cock and lifted the heavy thing until the head was pointed at my face. It doesn’t feel like he has an erection so I wonder how much bigger it will get. It already looks close enough to a foot long that I’m going to call it that.
Donna dropped to her knees as I began licking the cock I’m reasonably certain is going to destroy me. I felt it becoming more firm but it didn’t grow any larger, not that I think it matters. Even after seeing Donna take this thing down her throat I can’t believe I’m going to be able to, certainly not without him holding my head and forcing it down my throat.
Donna began calmly and quietly coaching me again. She said, “You can do this Blair. It’s going to hurt like hell but it will hurt worse if he has to force it. Remember what I told you earlier. Swallow first, then take as much as you can in your mouth. And don’t try to force it down your throat. The trick is, take as much in your mouth as you can. Then, with the following strokes, extend your lips a little farther down the shaft as if your just trying to get a little more of his cock wet. I know, that doesn’t make a lot of sense but it really does work.”
I placed my lips against the head of his cock and swallowed a couple of times. I used that trick earlier and much to my surprise it worked so I know gagging won’t be a big problem. I remain skeptical, however, that the huge cock I’m staring down at can enter my throat without putting me in the hospital. It looks nearly as large as a rolling pin! I’m not sure I could take that thing in my pussy without it tearing me!
I struggled to slowly take more and more of his cock into my mouth but when the head of his cock came into contact with the back of my throat there were still about eight inches of cock to go. I knew I couldn’t do it. I tried her trick of extending my lips but his cock is just so fat I don’t think there’s any way I can take it down my throat. I was able to do it with Tony with his kind assistance, though I did pass out. And I managed to force the more normal size cocks of the other two men down my throat. Unfortunately, extending my moist lips accomplished nothing. I just can’t do it!
I’m pretty sure the men all knew I wouldn’t be able to. As I began drawing back, intending to reason with him, to explain I just can’t do what he wants, he smiled and got a firm grip on my head with both hands. Before I could try to fight him off with my fists, as futile as I knew that effort would be, Jerry and Jimmy closed in behind me and each grabbed one of my arms. They pulled my arms up behind my back to the point I couldn’t move without dislocating my shoulders. Dobie chuckled and said, “That’s okay, Blair. I never thought you could. But don’t worry. We’ve learned how to help you with that. I just want to warn you, if you want to keep your teeth you really need to keep them as far away from my cock as you can. There’s a pair of pliers in my pants pocket. I’ve pulled teeth before. I don’t use Novocain so I can pretty much guarantee that will hurt a lot more than getting your throat stretched out a little.”
I’ve never been so scared in my life! I glanced at Donna. She shrugged and said, “You saw me do it. It always hurts. But after you get used to it you can stand it. One thing to keep in mind, Blair. This will get you ready for the crap they do to us at the farm. I’d rather be a prisoner at Auschwitz than go back out to that fucking farm. The things they make us do there ... you can’t even imagine how disgusting, and how often painful they can be. They record it all because there are so many perverts who get off on watching us suffer. But we don’t get options. We do what we’re told until ... until they’ve used us up.”
Donna has already given up!! Why go on if you’ve nothing to live for but humiliation and pain? But then, why am I going on? Why am I struggling to survive? They have all those women in their power, all of them doing terrible things against their will. How do they keep them from just leaving? Why doesn’t Donna leave? She wasn’t under constant guard. There was no one with her when she arrived at my house today. She could have just kept on driving. And my mother! She belonged to them, too. I don’t understand. At the moment, though, I have a more immediate problem.
I reminded myself to swallow, to use my lips, and most importantly, keep my teeth from touching the incredibly large cock which is most likely about to tear my throat up. I reached my hand out and grasped the base of his cock. I leaned down and licked the head for a moment before taking it in my mouth and then, lying to myself, I tried to tell myself Dobie’s cock isn’t that much bigger than Tony’s. I started sliding my mouth down over his cock, keenly aware of Donna and the other three men standing around watching me. I tried to tell myself I can do this. I’ve taken the other three cocks in the room down my throat. It wasn’t pleasant. It wasn’t easy. But after Tony forced his cock down my throat taking Jerry and Jimmy’s cocks down my throat had been ... well, not easy. Very painful. But easier. Maybe after they’ve stretched me out this will be something I can do. I tell myself that. But I don’t believe it.
I may have managed to get about four inches of Dobie’s cock into my mouth. That’s not even close to half of it. I pulled back and tried Donna’s trick, extending my lips and taking a little more of his cock into my mouth with each stroke. It kinda worked. Up to a point. But when the fat head of his cock was pressing against the back of my throat, that was all I could do. The pain was incredible and I couldn’t force myself to hurt myself any more than that. I tried. I leaned forward. I applied all the pressure I could but it just wouldn’t go.
Dobie sighed and said, “I didn’t think you could do it. But don’t feel bad. None of you cunts can do it the first couple of times without getting a little help.”
I know what he means by ‘help.’ I remember vividly when Tony ‘helped’ me take his large cock down my throat. But it isn’t as if I didn’t know it was going to come to this. I knew I wouldn’t be able do it.
He gripped my head. Before I even had time to try to pull back someone grabbed my wrists and held them twisted up behind me. He began applying more and more pressure until I was screaming in pain but hardly any sound was escaping. I tried twisting away but the man, or men, holding my arms behind my back twisted them up behind me until I couldn’t move. Dobie backed off slightly and then drove his cock violently into the back of my throat. By his third futile and extremely painful attempt I had begun to hope he’d realize it won’t fit. It’s too big. No such luck. The next stroke was less violent. He slid his cock across my tongue but when it reached the back of my throat he didn’t stop. He applied more and more pressure until something finally gave and his monster cock was suddenly buried in my mouth and throat.
I kept waiting to pass out. I need to pass out. The pain is unbearable. I guess this just isn’t my lucky day. He pulled back and repeated the painful process several more times before he said, “You should be able to do it now. Give it a try.”
I was certain I couldn’t do it. It’s the most pain I’ve ever experienced. Donna leaned down over me and said, “I know it hurts, Blair. I’ve sucked his cock dozens of times and it still hurts. But you’ve got to do it.”
I began sliding my mouth down over his cock, dreading the pain I know is coming and certain I won’t be able to do this, so I was shocked when, after catching at the entrance to my throat for a moment, his cock slid down my throat. It hurt like hell but I was able to take it all!
He has already raped Donna’s mouth and pussy today so the next problem to overcome is ‘how long is he going to be able to keep this up?’ Donna helped with that, too. At least as much as she could. She leaned down again and said, “You don’t need your hands on his cock. Tease his balls with one hand and tickle his asshole with the other. And stop concentrating on the pain. That only makes it worse.”
Yeah, I’m sure that won’t be a problem at all.
I have no idea how long it lasted. It seemed like forever. But eventually he stopped me with just the head of his cock in my mouth and moaned, “Use your hand now. But don’t swallow. I want to see my cum in your mouth, cherry girl.”
I have my doubts about the ‘cherry girl’ thing. I still have my hymen but I’ve sucked a lot of cock today. And I’ve eaten a pussy ... several times! That doesn’t sound very virginal to me. I did what he ordered me to do. After he climaxed he pulled back and told me to tilt my head back and open my mouth. My eyes are so full of tears I didn’t realize at first he’s recording me on his phone. He ordered me to swallow and said, “After you swallow, Tony will give you something to get the taste out of your mouth.”
After I swallowed he held my jaws open, leaned down and spit in my mouth. I really don’t get that! That isn’t sexual! Why do they do that?! I swallowed his spit and turned to Tony, thinking he was going to let me get up and get a drink. I can be so fucking dumb! He’s holding the movie camera. I guess he recorded the entire blowjob and I wasn’t even aware of it. The perverts should get a big kick out of it.
He ordered me to my feet but instead of taking me to the kitchen, which I suddenly remembered has been totally cleaned out, he led me upstairs. Jerry and Donna are following. It was only then I remembered Jerry’s nasty kink and that Tony mentioned earlier he’s thinking about trying it before we leave just to see what it’s like.
When we were in the bathroom Tony ordered Donna and me to get in the small walk-in shower and kneel. When we were ready, Tony said to Jerry, “Go ahead. Give us a demonstration.”
With a huge smile on his face, Jerry got in the shower with us. I turned to Donna and asked, “Any tips for this?”
She sighed and replied, “If you puke it’s best not to puke on the guy who’s pissin’ down your throat. For some reason guys don’t think that’s romantic.”
Even though I’m on the edge of a totally losing my mind I couldn’t help but be amused. I had to struggle to keep a straight face.
I don’t want to but I couldn’t help myself. I watched as Jerry rested the top half of his cock on her face. I can’t seem to look away. He played with it until it was at least partially erect. When he pressed it against her lips she opened her mouth, obviously resigned to performing yet another gross, perverted trick for these animals.
I didn’t see much. But I heard the piss even though it’s obvious the head of his cock is in her throat, or at least it was until the very end. He pulled back and sprayed the last two or three spurts in her mouth. She’s obviously disgusted but she didn’t seem to have any trouble submitting to such a disgusting act.
Jerry stepped back and explained to Tony what he has to do when’s pissing down a cunt’s throat. He sounds pretty damned pleased with himself.
Tony took Jerry’s place. He rested the top half of his cock on my face and played with it until it was starting to become erect. I noticed two things right away. After having my throat raped by Dobie, Tony’s cock doesn’t look nearly as threatening as it did when he raped my throat earlier. The other thing I noticed is, as disgusting as it sounds, having some asshole piss down your throat isn’t so bad, not at first anyway. I had to struggle not to throw up just from the idea of it. But I didn’t taste it, not until the very end when he drew back slightly and sprayed the last couple of spurts into my mouth. I almost threw up then. But to be honest, as disgusting as it is the taste is bearable. I wouldn’t want anyone to know I just had that thought cross my mind but if I have to do it again I guess I won’t have a nervous breakdown. I imagine it would be much worse if instead of pissing down our throats they made us drink it all. Tony backed out of the shower and Jerry asked him, “Well, what did ya think?”
Tony shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I love how much she hated it. But I’m afraid I just don’t get it. I couldn’t tell the difference between pissin’ down her throat and pissin’ in a toilet.”
I was tempted to offer to switch places with him and see if that would clear it up for him but I didn’t see how that could improve my life so for a change I kept my mouth shut.
We cleaned up and went back downstairs. Tony looked outside and decided it’s dark enough to leave. At least I don’t have to pack. Those movers cleaned out everything in the damn house. I don’t have a stitch of clothing or even any toiletries. Not even a toothbrush!
Donna spent about a minute looking around for her clothes but Tony grinned and said, “Forget it. They’re gone, too.”
I looked outside through the window in the front room. It isn’t really dark yet. If the idea had been to wait until dark so no one would see us leaving with these men I don’t think dusk was what Chapman had in mind. I’m not going to say anything, though. The only hope for Donna and me is that a neighbor sees us walking out of here naked with these four thugs and calls the cops. I’m obviously not that lucky. I just spent the largest part of the day getting raped. But a girl can hope.
Tony took my arm and Jerry grabbed Donna. Dobie opened the door, looked around and said, “I don’t see anyone.” He pointed the car’s key fob at it and unlocked it. He looked around again and said, “There’s no way to be certain no one’s looking out a window unless we wait until after midnight. We might as well go and see what happens.”
He stepped back and held the door for us. The other three men surrounded Donna and I as much as possible and while Dobie locked the door they pulled us to the big black SUV in the driveway. Tony slapped my ass and said, “Get all the way in the back.” I climbed in and worked my way to the bench seat all the way in the back. Donna and Jerry sat in the two middle seats. Dobie got in the driver’s seat and Jimmy in the front passenger seat. Dobie started the car and backed out of the driveway but he looked around for another minute to be as certain as possible no one saw us and might raise an alarm. Then he drove slowly down the street to the main road. It wasn’t until we were driving away I noticed Donna’s car, my mom’s car and my old junker are gone. Now I own absolutely nothing. No house, no car, no furniture, no clothes, not even a pair of panties. And no toothbrush! Maybe they are going to kill me at the farm. Maybe that’s for the best.
As soon as we turned onto the highway, Tony pulled his pants down and ordered me to get to work. I’m not so dumb I don’t know what my job is. I leaned down and started sucking his cock but not long after I started he said, “Let’s see if you’re any better at doing it the right way after the lesson you got from Dobie.”
The lesson! Lesson my ass! The son of a bitch almost killed me! But I know I have to try. I was already starting to slide my lips down his large cock when it struck me I’m not gagging and I didn’t even use Donna’s trick! I guess between them these four men have broken my gag reflex. That’s okay. I have no need of it and my impression is I’m going to be taking a lot of nasty things down my throat when we get to the farm, wherever the hell that is.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see between the seats of the second row. Donna is on her knees and Jerry is on his knees behind her. I had two immediate thoughts. She’s pretty lucky. She’s getting raped in the orifice made for taking a cock. That was followed immediately by the dismay I experienced when I saw her getting raped in the correct hole! These horrible men seem to be twisting my mind to the point I’m thinking getting raped isn’t so bad when it’s done right!
I turned my attention back to the task at hand. I know it’s going to hurt, a lot. Tony’s cock is only slightly smaller than Dobie’s. The difference is hardly noticeable. But I also know this will be easier on me if I can do it on my own and not have him grab my head and force my mouth down on his fat cock.
I began applying pressure. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But I think we were both surprised when the head of his cock entered my throat, followed at once by almost half the shaft before I could stop it! I stopped at the halfway point and struggled for air for a minute. I can’t see. I’m crying from the pain so my eyes are full of tears. But as soon as I caught a little breath I continued to force my head down until my lips were closed around the base of his cock. I paused there for another breath and to give my throat a chance to adjust. Apparently, getting my throat raped by Dobie’s cock did make it possible for me to take a cock this large down my throat! Tony chuckled and announced, “Hey, guys! The cunt did it! She’s got my cock all the way down her throat and I didn’t even have to help her!” Yeah, because he’s such a helpful guy.
Dobie glanced at us in the mirror and humbly commented, “I’m such a good teacher. I should open a school.”
Fucking comedians! I guess a fun day of rape has them in a good mood. It seemed to take forever to get him off. Apparently there’s a limit to the number of orgasms these guys can have after all! I was relieved when he didn’t trade seats with Jimmy but he made me continue leaning over him and holding his flaccid cock in my mouth. The pain in my back was getting to be more than I could take so I finally got up the nerve to lift my head and plead with him, “Please, sir. I’ve had a very hard day and my back is killing me. Please let me sit up.”
Much to my surprise he relented. I sat back in my seat and watched Donna finish sucking Jerry’s cock in the second row of seats. She finished him off quickly and returned to her seat.