Chapter 4

Toni never noticed the ladder work -- removal or replacement -- she was too exhausted. She gulped half of the beer she'd been given and fell into an exhausted sleep, the adrenaline that had kept her running at a hundred fifteen percent deserting her and leaving her with nothing. As a result, Smooth had her rolled up on her knees and was sliding his cock into her before she was even awake! She managed a petulant whine of "Nooooo...." before Smooth sheathed himself in her, but it was more the rude awakening than the recognition that she was being raped -- again. By the time she was awake, it was beyond too late; Smooth had a rhythm going and her raw pussy had adapted to it.

"You didn't think we was done, did you?" Horse taunted. Toni looked up at him in resignation and said nothing, because nothing would help her and just about anything would tempt Horse and his cohorts to make things worse. She limited herself to gasps and grunts as she took the impacts of Smooth's attack on her pussy. The beers -- and she'd had several -- left her a more than a little drunk despite the exercise, the emotional turmoil, and the vomiting; she'd absorbed plenty of alcohol for her size and it left her prone to drift and not in full control, so she did the only thing she could do -- she endured Smooth's cock plowing in and out of her. She'd had worse -- VERY recently; no one was engaging her sore mouth or abused ass. Everyone else present seemed content to watch and make the occasional comment -- some taunts, some mere discussion of how the fuck seemed to be going. Horse seemed to sum it up with, "You're okay for a dead fuck, there, Slut." Toni just looked at him, her face expressionless; she couldn't dredge up the energy for outrage.

Jack took almost ten minutes to return from the abandoned farmhouse, but when he did, he had everything he was sent for and then some. He'd collected the enema bag and filled it, some cider vinegar, some vegetable oil -- and something else... "Lookit," he said, waving a vibrator in front of Horse.

"Perfect!" Horse grunted.

"What's so great about that?" Ricky asked.

"Up to now, Slut hasn't done shit but whine about the whole thing -- we're getting ours but she ain't been gettin' shit. That's gonna make her a little too high and mighty about the whole thing, you know? 'I was raped, but I fought it and I hated it' and blah, blah, blah..." Horse explained. "These motherfuckers are hard for a cunt to ignore -- you put it up against her clit and it rings that little motherfucker's bell. If we push Slut to enjoy what's happening, she'll get all guilty about it and be less likely to run to the cops or her parents or whatever with the details of her awful ordeal. When she talks to the cops or a lawyer, she'll have to explain why if it was rape, how come she enjoyed it?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," Ricky nodded.

"Besides, it's better all around if she gets off," Horse added. That got general nods. It was one thing to fuck the bitch and just use her holes, and another to get cooperation. Horse tossed the vibrator to Snort. "Hook her up."

Toni eyed Snort disinterestedly as he approached, not seeing the vibrator. The room was swaying gently to the rhythm of Smooth's pounding and she was drifting with it. But then he reached under her and her clitoris made contact with a jarring buzz! Toni's eyes popped and she went, "Uuuuhhh!" as sensations flashed through her from her suddenly overstimulated clitoris. "Oooohhh!" She turned her head to regard Snort with wide eyes, taking in his grin.

"Like that?" Snort asked.

"N--no," she lied instinctively.

"Give it a minute," Snort replied, rolling the vibrator over her clitoral hood, stimulating it from new directions.

"She's lyin'," Smooth puffed. He could tell; in the first place, she'd shifted a bit to accommodate what was going on, and in the second, it was like her pussy woke up; it got firmer, less slack. Suddenly, the quality of the fuck went way up!

Toni felt it, too; suddenly, Smooth's cock was more than a dull pounding against her inner surfaces; suddenly, she FELT it! Her clitoris had overridden the clamp her mind had on the sensations going on in her pussy from the fuck, releasing the layer of sensation that went beyond mere dull reports of contact and on to stimulation of the nerves that produced pleasure! Horror washed over Toni, accompanied by the thought, 'Oh, God, I'm starting to like it!' Turning her head to Snort, she pled, "No, please -- don't do this!" This was the final humiliation -- taking pleasure in the boys' awful abuse. She couldn't let this happen! Desperate, she made an attempt to crawl away -- one thwarted by Smooth's grip on her hips -- followed by an attempt to disengage from the vibrator -- also doomed to failure by the fact that Snort had a lot more maneuvering room than she did.

Horse put his two cents worth in, "Lookit -- you're makin' her dance, Snort!" Toni looked up at the boy, anguished, and he grinned and waved his sausage of a cock at her. "Maybe I'll get another piece now that she's enjoyin' herself."

"No! Please! God! You can't!" Toni looked around desperately, but no one seemed inclined to sympathy. And what was that Jack was holding? A douche bag? New fear gushed through her.

Snort rubbed the vibrator in circles over Toni's clitoral hood -- and her efforts to avoid it were only mildly successful. They ALSO produced a level of participation in the fuck that increased Smooth's pleasure and backfired a bit on Toni in that her inner surfaces were being engaged in new and different ways regularly, too -- ways that tended to be pleasurable. Toni slumped onto her elbows and waved her muzzy head back and forth, panting, "No! No! No! No!" Denial, however, was useless; she was becoming aroused! "Don't! Please! Stop! No!" Inside her, a bud of arousal grew and bloomed -- and right next to it, a bud of horror and disgust and humiliation. The one didn't destroy the other as before -- they fed on one another, each growing as the other did. Pain and humiliation and violation and embarrassment had shielded her from the pleasure to be had from the acts she was participating in, numbing her -- but once she started taking pleasure from the acts anyway, the protection vanished, and she became humiliated and embarrassed by the fact that she WAS enjoying those acts, despite the pain and violation! And perversely, the doors to pleasure opened wider... And guilt walked in.

The vibrator was inexorable, inescapable, insistent -- and mindlessly mechanical. It was a thing, not a boy -- not an abuser. But it acted as a key, opening the door to Toni's reluctant sexual response... Toni bit her lips, denying the boys any admission of her pleasure, but it was there and growing inside her, driven by the vibrator and Smooth's pumping cock. She fought and strained and tensed, struggling for control -- but her attempts to capture and imprison her pleasure only made it stronger. She began to pant from the effort, which brought a triumphant grin to Horse's homely face.

Given all that had gone before, the run-up was surprisingly swift. Toni's bubble of joy escaped containment and exploded; Toni gave vent to it by going, "UuuuuuUUUUUHHH!!! HUH! HUH! HUH!" As an expression of pleasure, it was pretty vague, but her pussy didn't lie -- it sucked and clutched at Smooth's cock, making his eyes bulge -- and carrying him over the peak, too!

"Holy SHIIIIT!" Smooth gasped as Toni's pussy wrung his cock for its juices -- and got them in long, hard pulses!

"Well, lookit that!" Horse crowed. Toni went straight from orgasm to crying hysterically, as if a switch had been thrown; it felt so GOOD -- but it was the most awful thing that could have happened, from her perspective! To have to admit that she'd actually ENJOYED those despicable acts...

"Just stay where you are, Slut," Horse directed. Toni covered her face and blubbered into her hands -- and as a result, didn't see what was coming...

"Hey, Horse? I found this, too," Jack said quietly and pointed out the vegetable oil. "We can grease her from the inside..."

"Good idea. Is that thing totally full?" Horse indicated the enema bag.

"Yeah."

"Dump some out -- not a lot -- and add some of that," Horse indicated the oil. "Give it a shake and bring it to me." Heading over to Toni, he distracted her by rubbing her upraised ass and chanting, "Somebody likes fucking, somebody likes fucking..." Toni wailed into her hands.

Jack took maybe thirty seconds to complete the preparations. Horse waved Ricky over in front of Toni and motioned for him to keep her from going anywhere, greased the tip of the nozzle and totally without warning but with great ceremony, slipped the nozzle into Toni's unprepared anus!

Toni shrieked and made to lunge forward, but Ricky's tree-trunk legs were in front of her shoulders and Horse pinned her hip against him with one hand, telling Jack, "Undo that clip."

Toni had never experienced an enema. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she howled.

"It's called an enema, Slut. Your ass is nasty." Snort complained. "We're cleanin' it for the next customer," Horse replied mildly.

"It feels..." Toni didn't have words. "Will it hurt?"

"You'll get some stomach cramps and you'll want to shit -- bad! DON'T DO IT until we tell you! Just hold it in for a bit and take the cramps, and then you can let it out and you'll be all squeaky -- understand?" Horse asked.

"Yes..." Her tone betrayed her thought process, which was, "Why should I?"

"We still got those tit pinchers, Slut. You crap on me and I'll go nuts with them things and you won't have nipples OR a clit! And if I do that..." Horse's threat extended to death at that point, and Toni knew it.

Meanwhile, the sensations caused by the oily water flowing into her bowels were garnering a larger portion of Toni's attention. "You're really not... hurting me, are you?" she whimpered. She felt full, and her belly was cramping with pains that felt like massive gas. The urge to let go was almost sexual in its intensity!

"Naw," Horse assured her, "You can buy little bottles of stuff at the drugstore and do this all by yourself -- it's just water." He rubbed her hip encouragingly.

"How long...?" she gasped. "It hurts..."

"Once it's all in, you can sit on that bucket and blow it all out," Horse told her.

"In front of everybody?" Toni whined.

"Do you think you can walk to the house and sit on the toilet?" Horse retorted.

"Uhhh!" Toni suffered through a cramp. "N--no..."

"Okay, then."

"All set!" Jack announced, happy that he no longer had to hold the bag aloft.

"Awright, I'm pullin' the tube," Horse told Toni. "Run over there and sit and squirt..." He slipped the tip out of her and let go of her hip. Toni nearly bowled Ricky over rushing past him to reach the metal bucket. "Don't look! PLEASE!" she whimpered -- but she HAD to let go...

It was a LOT worse than the boys expected! "Jeezus!" Ricky gasped, "Did something die up inside you, Honey? Goddamn!" He headed for the ladder; Smooth and Snort followed, running from the stench.

Toni turned nearly purple from embarrassment and humiliation. The smells... the sounds... but the sense of relief she got from having all that water gush from her was a salve to the rest of it...

Horse rubbed his jaw; he was breathing through his mouth. "She's gonna need something to wipe with -- give her that top -- it's already nasty." Jack wanted to leave, but he knew better -- he was the bottom man on the totem pole. He got the blouse and handed it to Toni, who handled it gingerly, since it already had shit on it.

Toni hovered over the bucket for a full five minutes before she was satisfied the eruption was over. She got up gingerly and wiped her abused ass on her ruined tank top. "Drape it over the bucket," Horse directed. "Jack..."

Angrily, Jack took the bucket. "Take it inside and flush it down the toilet," Horse instructed. "Here, I'll come with you." He followed Jack down the ladder and they pulled it away; Toni noticed for the first time and crawled to the edge to gaze down at the boys, wondering what was next. "Take the blouse and throw it down that old outhouse,' Horse directed Jack quietly, "We don't want it found and we don't want it clogging up the septic. Wash the bucket out, too, but don't go nuts -- we're gonna go through it again at the end, like Smooth said." He looked up at Toni looking down, "Get a beer, there Sweet Thang -- you earned it!"

Smooth stepped up and looked at Horse; he'd been running things a bit too much to make Smooth comfortable. "We'll head back up. You can get the bag refilled, Horse -- add vinegar this time. Snort's due for pussy. Since we did all that ass cleaning, somebody probably ought to use it. Keep the vibe in play -- that was a good idea, you guys."

"I'm doin' that ass," Horse muttered, "But I'll save it for the big finish." Jack headed off with the bucket, to everyone's relief, and Horse and Ricky wrestled the ladder back into place.

Toni eyed them as they came back up the ladder from a perch on the mattress. Horse was almost acting nice -- which was scary, in a way; he just nodded at her and went for the enema bag -- but snagged a beer out of the cooler and handed it to her on the way back. "Get something in the top end." Then he was gone; Toni shifted her attention to Snort, who knelt up behind her and started rubbing her nipples. "Getting' into shit, finally?" he asked. "You need to loosen up if you're gonna be our main bitch..."

Snort didn't mean it that way, but it was the nastiest, most humiliating thing he could have said, from Toni's perspective. She burst out in a wail, "I'm not... I don't... I... AWWWWWW!!!" They'd USED her -- and she'd ENJOYED it -- and they KNEW it! She was in Hell...

Ricky waved Snort off and sat on the mattress and picked up Toni as if she was a stuffed toy and plopped her on his lap to cuddle, "Shhhh, now! You'd think takin' a dick was something awful! Women fuck and suck dick every day, Hon -- you ain't the bottom of the heap. Jus' relax and get into it like you did with Smooth and pretty soon, everything will be rosy!" He rubbed her back and used a gentle grip on her forearm to raise the forgotten beer can to her lips.

Toni took a swig -- and then another -- and a third, inadvertently moving the boys' agenda forward in her hopes that the alcohol would make it all go away -- or at least dull the painful parts some. Ricky's calm counsel was as bad as Snort's; it built upon her guilt and humiliation. "I'm not supposed to..."

"Enjoy it?" Smooth took it up. "Bullshit. You're supposed to LOVE the stuff! Where do you think babies come from? Women love fucking -- that pure as the driven snow crap is for liars and hypocrites. You aren't a hypocrite, are you, Babe?"

"You FORCED me!" Toni accused.

Smooth cocked his head and pretended to think about it. "Yeah, that's true. We didn't have time to do, like, three dates, though -- and you DID want to be with us. We just moved shit along, you know?"

"What about the other stuff?" Toni bleated.

"Sucking?" Smooth shrugged. "Every chick should know how to give head. If you're on the rag or something, you need to offer your old man a place to poke. Same with the ass -- you can enjoy that if you work at it. Think about it," he added, after a pause, playing Devil's Advocate, "You can be the voice of experience to all those other eighth grade chicks out there..."

"Are we done?" Toni sniffled.

Smooth pursed his lips. "Not yet. You need to finish your initiation. Snort wants some pussy. Some of us want some ass, now that it's clean. You need to give each of us all of your holes." Smooth neglected to raise the subject of Horse pushing his long, fat cock up Toni's ass. "The good news is we have this..." he flourished the vibrator. "So we can help you overcome your reluctance..."

"I'd rather not..." Toni began.

"Enjoy it?" Smooth finished. "We can't leave you traumatized, Hon. We don't want you to be a lesbian. Hell, we went to all this trouble to initiate you -- don't you want to hang out?"

Toni blinked, amazed. Was Smooth totally nuts? They were all going to fuck her -- everywhere -- raping and gang-banging -- and they expected her to 'hang out' after? "I--I..." she sputtered.

"See?" Smooth insisted. "That's the problem here -- you've lost sight of what you wanted -- and you wanted to hang with us! Once the initiation is over..." He shrugged.

Ricky, who was not in Toni's visual field, shook his head in admiration. This was Smooth, doing his patented psych warfare thing. Was Toni softened up enough to buy in? He cuddled her to him and rubbed her little titties, being gentle, providing an undercurrent that seemed to confirm Smooth's point of view.

Dazed, Toni shook her head, muttering, "So this is all just...?"

"It's the cost of breaking in, Hon," Smooth said reasonably. "Guys get the shit beat out of them; chicks pay in pussy. Simple. You're on track to be the group's main squeeze." He waved his hands, "You don't think we do this shit all the time, do you?"

"I..." Toni shook her head again. They couldn't, could they? They would all be in jail if they did, right? Beer and confusion reigned supreme.

"Why don't you lie back and give Snort a little pussy while you think about it, Babe," Ricky said gently, lifting her off his lap. "You're probably over the hard part." He settled her on the mattress. Smooth, who was now above her head, let Snort know with hand signals that he wasn't there to play rough. Snort settled in between Toni's legs, businesslike, lubing his gnarly cock; nothing about him said this was abuse -- just a fuck. Toni watched him, dazed and confused.

"I don't know... Toni muttered, watching as Snort started rubbing his mushroom glans along her split. Indecision paralyzed her.

"This ain't nothin' you haven't already done," Snort noted. "Who's got the vibe? Want another swig of beer? Hey, Ricky, roll a joint, willya? Give her a shotgun." Then he pressed forward -- relatively gently -- and Toni accepted him because she didn't know how to stop him.

Toni lay there, bewildered. It didn't hurt; it wasn't super good, but Snort's cock didn't hurt. Everybody was acting like this was the most normal thing in the world... Smooth leaned in with the vibrator and her clitoris started buzzing and she felt the result; her pussy began to clutch Snort's dick. Smooth leaned in over her and sucked in her left nipple and electrical charges ran from it to her clitoris and back -- and Toni realized that she wasn't insulated any more. She was going to enjoy this, whether she thought there was anything right about it or not! In fact, the parts of the situation that seemed so wrong seemed to add a little something to the mix... Her pleasure was guilty pleasure -- forbidden pleasure -- something we all seem to be wired to enjoy. "Good?" Snort asked.

Toni couldn't bring herself to say yes, so she said nothing -- but Snort grinned, anyway. The distinctive aroma of marijuana filled the loft and Ricky's voice announced, "Shotgun!" Toni oriented on it and watched the tip of the joint in Ricky's mouth flare as he sucked in the potent smoke. Toni knew it was for her, and she knew that fighting it wouldn't help and would only piss the boys off, so she accepted Ricky's lips on hers and inhaled as he expelled into her mouth. "Hold it," Ricky instructed. "Let it work." Toni didn't think about the fact that they probably couldn't make her do THAT -- she wasn't in any condition for deep thought; instead, she followed instructions, feeling the drug wash over her. "Good girl!" Ricky approved. Toni actually forgot herself and smiled back.

"Give her another hit," Snort directed. Toni wasn't paying a lot of attention to him, but her pussy seemed to understand hospitality -- and she was starting to roll her hips a little. Between Smooth's bullshit and getting her fucked up, they were turning the corner...

Ricky leaned in with another lungful and Toni took it, not bothering to analyze anything. She couldn't -- the wires were down. The voice in her head screaming about how horrible this all was had fallen into the background and gotten faint. Toni didn't know what was right or what was wrong -- and after the rush from her second lungful, which end was up was a question beyond analysis as the pot rushed over her senses. She felt the vibrator and she felt Snort's cock -- shouldn't that feel good? Upon examination, it did... So did Smooth's gentle chewing on her nipple... Ricky smiled down at her, apparently pleased...

She let go. There had to be something better than fighting this, when no one else seemed to want her to. She relaxed visibly and her nostrils flared as she reacted to the onslaught of pleasure the act released! Her hand crept up to collect a handful of Smooth's dark curls -- not to push them away, but to hold him in place! Toni's hips began to move seriously, tracking Snort's stroke, adjusting to get him in deep. "No more vibrator," she panted. "It's getting..." She made a face; the thing was jangling her nerves now. "Just..." She STILL couldn't say, 'fuck me,' but the boys got the point. Smooth pulled the vibrator away and waved it for Ricky to collect. Toni began to grunt in synch with the impacts of Snort's cock on her mound, "Huh... Huh... Huh..." It felt GOOD, finally...

Ricky met Horse and Jack as they climbed the ladder and pulled them aside. "She's fucked up and Smooth has been running his bullshit and we're treating her like a princess -- and she's rolled over and started digging it. You, in particular, need to change up your approach, Man," he asserted, poking Horse in the chest.

"So she's broke in?" Horse asked. Toni picked that moment to gasp, "UUUUHHHUUUUUNGGGGHHH!" and clutch at Snort; Ricky grinned and shrugged.

"Smooth's got her thinkin' that all the rough stuff is just the initiation for pussy -- and it's all no harm, no foul. Right now, she seems to be buyin'. I shotgunned her a couple of times..."

Horse nodded and took the joint. "She ain't big -- it don't take much..." Jack nodded sagely.

"We're still gonna keep doin' her -- just not so rough. Try to keep her fucked up and happy, cool?"

"Cool. Maybe I oughta make up some," Horse muttered. Holding out the joint, he said, "Jack, take a hit, then I'll give her a shotgun."

Jack took the joint and sucked in a lungful while Ricky admonished, "Say nice shit." Horse nodded and retrieved the joint and headed for the trio fucking.

Toni's second orgasm of the night was only a little better than the first -- probably because she didn't have to fight for it so hard. The voice in her head said that two orgasms were three too many while you're being raped, but it was way back at the back of the bus at this point. Even objectively, what Snort was doing to her wasn't rape -- she was actively participating and had NOT told him no... Coming down, she saw Horse above her -- which gave her a little flutter -- but he was smiling. "You're doin' fine now, Babe," he approved. "Want another shotgun?"

"I don't... know..." she panted. She really didn't want to piss Horse off again. "Okay." She watched him suck in a lungful and lean down, and opened her lips for him to pour pungent smoke into her lungs through. Horse didn't go away while she held her breath; instead, he washed her lips with his tongue. 'He's making up...' she thought, and opened her lips enough to suck his tongue into her mouth for the moment that she was able to hold her breath. He backed off, looking pleased, while she expelled the smoke and coughed, rubbing her cheek. She'd had a lot of pot and things were beginning to move on their own, it seemed like, so she went back to concentrating on Snort. She was rubbing Snort's bony shoulders -- when had she started doing that? -- and he was making funny faces, and was all red...

"YAAAAHHH!!!" Snort roared, and started gushing inside her. Toni felt him pulse, felt the spurts, felt the wetness inside her, and tried to remember if she'd felt the others. 'Yeah, I did,' she mused, nodding to herself. It just all seemed so awful then... Snort's face drifted before her, announcing, "That was good shit, Babe!" Toni nodded vacuously.

"Want some more beer?" Ricky offered, handing her her latest can. The pot made Toni thirsty, so she sucked the remainder down gratefully. Ricky circled around and settled between her legs, jacking himself. "I want some booty, okay?"

Toni frowned at him, "But that hurts!"

"Did it hurt ALL the time?" Ricky asked.

"Well..." Toni couldn't remember. "I'm not sure..."

"Look, that was before we cleaned you out -- you're pretty slick now... C'mon..." Ricky wheedled.

Horse opened him mouth to say something, but Ricky held up a finger.

Toni said, "I dunno..." then picked up the byplay. "All right." She didn't want Horse pissed again...

Ricky wasted no time -- he raised her legs, saying "I can get in like this, like I did you the first time." Toni's ass WAS slick and she was too out of it to get into a tizzy over it, so the penetration went fairly quickly. It hurt some, distantly, but nothing like before. Ricky worked until he was rooted, then looked up. "Get the vibe."

"She said..." Smooth began.

"Use it different. Run it on the lips, poke her hole with it -- it's important..." Ricky insisted. Toni was so stoned that she just looked from one to the other, not really taking things in.

Smooth looked down at Toni and saw no objection on her face, so he shrugged and retrieved the vibrator and leaned in to do as Ricky asked. Ricky straightened up to give him room. "That okay?" Smooth asked, rubbing the vibrator along Toni's split.

Toni took stock. "Yeah, okay, yeah..." Smooth shrugged and resumed, and Ricky started sliding in and out of Toni's back passage. It wasn't awful, Toni decided. It wasn't great -- she wasn't going to cum -- but Toni suspected correctly that she was too distanced from things by the pot and the beer to cum. After Ricky got settled, it wasn't painful -- in fact, it was mildly pleasurable. The vibrator helped, but as stoned as Toni was, it probably wasn't necessary. Ricky pumped for a while and panted, "Can you clamp down a little?" Horse stirred, and again Ricky stuck out a finger, knowing he was going to swat Toni somewhere. But Toni clenched her anus and Ricky grunted, "Yeah, like that. You don't have to hold it -- pulse it."

For Toni it was something to do -- something to concentrate on to keep her from floating off somewhere. She went to work on it, using the effort to ground herself. Ricky got his cock clamped down on every couple of strokes -- and it was plenty to get him where he was going -- fairly quickly, as it turned out. "Shit!" he gasped, as he hit the peak. "Come on, Babe, just a couple more... Yeah... FUUUUCK!" Ricky buried his thick cock to the root while it sprayed Toni's insides, then rubbed it back and forth in Toni for a few more slow strokes, enjoying the feel of the aftermath. Then he withdrew, checking the mess -- which was minimal. Horse tossed him an old towel that had been collected during the last run to the house to wipe on. "Who's next?" Ricky asked.