A WORLD OF EXPERIENCE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 1 ]

Being a military brat was difficult as we moved around a lot when I was growing up. But it did have its advantages also. We ended up at a base in San Antonio when I was ten years old, going into the fifth grade. Being the professional new kid was something I was used to by this time, but I never got the hang of making friends fast, unlike my sister, Michelle. The little bitch could walk into a room and come away with a crowd inside of five minutes.

I did manage to make one friend, though. His name was Tommy Anderson. He was a new kid that year also, but not the product of the military. We hit it off immediately. He had dark skin with brown hair and eyes. Both of us had the same slight build, but he had a rounder face than me. I was the traditional toe-head; cursed with pure blond hair that hasn’t changed as I’ve grown up. My green eyes were also another difference between the two of us.

After that first day of school, we walked home together, talking. I found out that he only lived a block away from us, so we went to my house first to drop off my books. After telling my mother where I was going, we headed off to his place.

When we walked in, his older sister, Tiffany, chewed him out for being late and making her late to cheerleading practice. He spit it back at her and we tromped off to his room to play with his toys. This was the pattern we set for the next several months.

Tiffany was a normal teenager in that the only time she was nice or at least treated us nicely was when she had a boyfriend. Being a senior in a new town and new school was bad enough, but being without a boyfriend made it worse for her, and it trickled down to the two of us. Tommy didn’t care about her moods, and I learned not to care as well.

It wasn’t until November that things changed drastically. I went over to Tommy’s to see him, and only Tiffany was there. She answered the door in tears. In spite of myself, I felt a little sorry for her and asked what was wrong.

”Nothing you would know about, kid,” she said in a particularly nasty manner.

“Fine, be that way, Bitch. I was only seeing if I could help in some way. I guess I shouldn’t have bothered,” I retorted and spun around to leave.

“Wait, Harry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” she said through tear-streaked eyes.

No shit, bitch.

“That’s okay,” I said, “is there anything I could do to help?” Even though she had been nasty to me a lot over the past few months, she did have a better side that I had seen occasionally.

“Not unless you could kill Brad for me.” Brad being her latest main squeeze; he was a senior also.

I smiled at her joke and she let me in. She told me that Tommy and their parents were gone for the day to do some hiking. They wouldn’t return till that evening. We went to her bedroom. It was the first time I had ever been in there since I’ve known the Andersons. The room was decked out in blue and yellow; the colors of the high school for the area.

She went the bed and sat down on it immediately, pulling one leg under the other. I got a good flash of her panties from where I was standing. My ten year old cock jumped in my pants. I quickly moved my eyes up from where they were before she noticed.

She patted the bed next to her to beckon me to sit down. I eased my way over and raised my butt up to sit on her higher bedding. She began to talk without me prodding her any.

It turns out that her boyfriend was seen with another girl, kissing. The girl turned out to be her worst rival on the cheerleading squad. I listened, very attentively I might add, to her plight. She ended the story by sobbing on my shoulder.

Being ten years old, I didn’t have a clue what to do next. She took the reins and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Now I was getting a little bit scared. I had never been in this position before.

Before I knew it, she had pushed me back on her mattress and had thrown her leg over my torso. She began kissing my ears and neck. Now I was really scared and started to try to sit up. Tiffany wouldn’t have any of that and pushed me back down. I settled down only when she took her sweater off; giving me my first look at a pair of tits that didn’t belong to my mother. My eyes widened at the sight. They were smaller than my mother’s breasts, but perkier; very nice, I thought.

She took my hand and ran it along the length of her right bra strap and over the material of her bra. My forefinger traced the outline of her nipple through the thin fabric. Now I was getting turned on something fierce, I just didn’t know what to do about it. Again, she took control of the situation by slipping her arms through the bands of the bra and pulling it over her head. My first pair of tits were staring angrily at me like two beacons.

With slow deliberate care, I reached back up and ran the same finger over the now uncovered nipple. She shuddered at my touch and arched her back, causing her dirty-blond hair to cascade down her back. I retracted my finger, thinking maybe that I had hurt her in some way. She replaced my finger to her breast. I guessed that it didn’t hurt her and continued my manipulation of her smooth skin. I reached up with my other hand and traced around her left areola and nipple.

She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, with me helping by arching my back and raising my head. I replaced my hands to her breasts again to continue what I was doing to them. By this time, her nipples were as hard as diamonds, as was my cock in my jeans. She ran her hands up and down my torso and began playing with my nipples. I guess turnabout is fair play, so I let her.

I got nervous again when she reached down and undid the snap to my pants. She pulled the zipper apart, exposing my child’s underpants (Underroos at the time). I looked up at her and our eyes met. Without going any further with the pants, she leaned down and kissed me full on the mouth. It wasn’t my first kiss, that was second grade, but it was my first French kiss.

Our tongues intertwined like eels wrestling with each other. All I knew how to do was to copy her movements. I felt her hands work their way back down my body to my open pants and protruding erection. Still unsure of what was going on, I did allow her to push my pants downward, exposing my middle to its first girl. She did all this while we were still tongue-wrestling.

I scooted upward to get more of my body on the bedding and she helped. We angled ourselves to have my head lying on her pillow at the headboard. She sat up and reached back to my feet to free them from my shoes and socks. Once they were bare, my pants were yanked down and off my legs. She sensuously ran her hands up my legs to my covered middle, stopping just under the legs of my underpants. I saw her fingers disappear under the hem of the legs.

I began breathing harder as those fingers wrapped themselves around my preteen dick. She was holding something that no one had ever held before. I was understandably spooked by these new sensations she was giving me. Not to say that she was invading a place that before this was private and sacred to me and me alone. I gripped the covers tightly while she rubbed my fleshy erection.

She pulled her fingers back out, and inched them over the underpants. As she gripped the elastic band of the pants, I knew what was coming next. I wasn’t sure about what she was about to do and I lowered my hands down to stop her. She looked back up to me and without words between us, I allowed her to pull the pants down.

My dick followed the material of the pants and sprang back up to thump my abdomen when the garment freed it. She giggled at the result. I thought she was laughing at me. I got red faced and covered my groin in a hurry.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I wasn’t laughing at you. It was the way your dick sprang back.”

“You don’t think I’m funny looking?”

“No, not at all. You’re young, but you’ll grow bigger as you get older. And you’ll get hair around here, too.” She pointed at my groin as she said the last part.

With a great deal of patience, she moved my hands aside and moved back up to lay on top of me. She put my hands across her back and wrapped her arms around my neck. Careful not to scare me, she kissed me again. I took the liberty to move my hands down her back to her covered butt. I didn’t know where the clasp or zipper was for her dress, so I started feeling around for it. It didn’t take long to find it and when I did, the zipper slid very easily. She reached back and pulled my hands around front.

“Don’t presume, Harry,” she teased.

“Hey, you’ve seen me naked. I think it’s only fair to see you naked.”

“I was only teasing you, Harry,” she retorted.

“So was I,” I countered with a smile. She got a mischievous smile and squeezed my nuts real hard. I arched my back at the pain and gripped her breasts just as hard. She let go and sat back.

The thing that surprised both of us was that my dick remained hard when she squeezed my balls. She got a look on her face that was foreign to me.

“What?” I asked her.

“From what I’ve seen, most boys don’t like their nuts being hurt,” she said while rubbing her breasts where I had squeezed them.

“I didn’t like it, Tiffany. It hurt.”

“Yeah, but your dick didn’t go down. Did some part of you like the pain?”

“No…” I said too fast to be believable. I looked away from her face as she was trying to read me. She put her hand to the far side and pulled my eyes back to look at her again.

“Hey, it’s okay to like it, Harry. Some men do like it to hurt a little. But we can try that later, okay? Not this time, though.”

After she said that, she slid off the bed and lowered the dress down to the ground. I rolled to my left to watch her rid herself of the last vestiges of clothing. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her blue panties and I watched intently as she lowered them down to the floor. With the agility of a doe, she stepped out of them to present her full body for my viewing. I was impressed. She stood with her slim hands on her waist, daring me to look at her.

Gazing at her teenager’s body, I soaked in every inch I could take. I started at the top again and worked my way down. Her dark blond hair was long and wavy, rivaling Farrah Fawcett’s (my idol at the time). Her face was similar to Tommy’s except she had blue eyes. The dark skin that covered most of her body was young and tight, fitting her at every joint perfectly. Even though her breasts were a bit small, they seem to fit her frame nicely. When I made it to her stomach, I skipped it to leer at her pubic area. The female genitalia were hidden by a soft downy tuft of hair. Not being a pure blond, the pubic hair was darker, but sparse, belying her age.

After what seemed like an eternity, I left her sex and traversed the rest of the way down. Her legs were fit as a cheerleader’s should be and freshly shaved. I made my way back up to look her full in the face again.

“Well?” she asked.

“Perfect,” I said with a smile.

She walked back over and planted a kiss on my lips again and eased the rest of her body back down on the bed. She maneuvered her lithe frame to settle across my smaller one. Unable to breathe due to her outweighing me, I pushed her back up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t breathe, Tiffany.”

“Let’s try something else, then,” she said.

She wrapped her arms around my neck again and rolled to my right, towards the wall, and put her body under mine. During the shift, my dick accidentally slipped between her labia and into her sex. The warmth of her body engulfing my dick surprised me, and I pulled out, apologizing to her.

“That’s okay, Harry. You’re supposed to do that,” she said, laughing at the look on my face. I sheepishly smiled back at her. There was obviously a lot I needed to learn about sex.

She reached down between us and replaced my dick to the entrance of her pussy. I took the hint and lowered my body back down onto hers. My manhood slid back inside the warm cavity with ease. She obviously wasn’t a virgin. Maybe if I were more grown up, it would have been tighter, but at ten, there was very little resistance.

I took the moment to enjoy the sensations around my dick before I opened my eyes again to find her looking up at me. I asked her what I was to do next, and she grabbed my hips to show me. She pushed my hips up and then pulled them back down again, causing my dick to slide in and out of her love canal. The feeling was exquisite.

Never masturbating before, I didn’t have any frame of reference to equate the sensations my dick was feeling. She let my hips go after I caught on to what she wanted me to do and I took over. Within a few minutes of starting, a feeling was building up in both my gut and groin. I stopped what I was doing. She opened her eyes to look back at me.

“Harry?” she asked.

“Something was happening, Tiffany.”

“That’s also normal. Keep going.” I nodded, trusting that she knew a hell of a lot more than I did, and resumed my humping movements.

The feeling returned after a minute or so, but this time, I didn’t stop it from happening. I let it continue to its conclusion with a feeling like no other. My whole body tensed up and it felt like every nerve ending was tingling all over my body. It was like electricity had passed through me starting in my loins. I let out a groan as the feeling was too intense not to vocalize and collapsed on top of her after the release.

My face was flush level with her perky breasts and her right tit was poking me in the eye when I opened them again. Coming to my senses, I bolted back up above her.

“Something wrong, lover?” she asked with a smirk.

“What the hell was that?”

She just had to laugh at that innocent question. She explained to me the intricacies of an orgasm. I lowered my body back down to listen to her explanation of what had just happened to me. When she was through telling me about it, I asked her if she felt the same thing, and she said, no.

“Why?”

Without trying to hurt my feelings at my inadequacies of lovemaking, she told me what the problem was. I asked her if there was anything I could do to give her an orgasm also. She nodded and moved me down her body to put my face where my dick had just been. I wasn’t too keen on that idea, but I did think that she did deserve to feel as good as I did, so I looked past that fact.

She showed me how and where to lick her as I began to get to work. My tongue started at the base of her slit and licked upwards, taking some of her juices with it. The taste was a little tangy, but not unpleasant, so I continued doing as she instructed. Everywhere she said to go with my tongue, I went with it.

“Slip your finger inside, Harry,” she whispered to me at one point. I obeyed and my fore and middle fingers passed through the outer barriers of her sex. I continued to tongue her as she had directed before while my fingers invaded her private tunnel.

Once my fingers were inserted, her orgasm built to its climax faster. I had the thought of pumping my hand to see if it would help, and it seemed to work. She arched her back and as she hummed her way through the orgasm, I felt her juices flow in large amounts all over the hand inside her.

She dropped back to the bed to calm down and catch her breath. I withdrew my fingers from inside her and actually licked them off. I made my way back up her slim figure to meet her eye to eye. When I was even with her head, I wrapped my arms around her to hug her close as she did the same. While in her embrace, my dick began to stiffen against her belly.

“Ready to go again so soon, are you?” she asked me. I smiled sheepishly. I still was a little embarrassed about my erections. “It seems like little boys recover faster than older ones. I like that.”

I rose up to look at her in the eye again and found her smiling back at me.

“Umm…,” I began but didn’t know how to finish the question on my mind.

“You can ask me anything you want, Harry,” she said, reading my hesitation.

“Okay, how many boys have you been with?”

“Boy, you ask the tough ones early, don’t you? Well, I’d have to say only about three; four including you. My former boyfriend was the last one. I really thought he loved me. He stopped calling right after we had sex together and it wasn’t even all that good.”

“Why?”

“He didn’t care whether or not I climaxed. I was more angry because of the replacement that he chose for me than loosing him as a boyfriend.”

“Well, maybe he’ll treat her the way he treated you. Maybe worse,” I said with a malevolent smile.

“That’s a good way of looking at it, Harry. I hope so. We’ll see. In the meantime, let’s see what we can do about taking care of that stiffy of yours. Roll over.”

“Ruff, ruff,” I barked.

“Oh, very funny,” she said as she slapped my ass. The slap stung, but my dick seemed to like it and jumped a little between us. She noticed. “Does that happen every time you get a spanking?”

“Not every time, but a lot. I thought that it was normal to have that happen. Are you saying that it isn’t normal?” I was concerned that something was wrong with my dick, now.

“Well, it’s not normal for a boy as young as you are to actually enjoy a spanking,” she started but I interrupted her by stating emphatically that I didn’t enjoy them. “It may be painful, Harry, but there is pleasure in it also. You can get pleasure from pain if done right.”

“How’s that?”

“I don’t know how the body does it. I just know that some people get turned on by different amounts of pain. Other people get turned on by giving pain to others; they’re called sadists. Forget all that right now; we can experiment with that later. Right now, roll over. I want to show you something else.”

I nodded and rolled off her body and back onto the mattress of her bed. She positioned herself between my legs and began playing with my dick like she did earlier. When it was rigid enough, she did something I was never expecting. She slurped my dick into her warm mouth. I arched my back again at the sensation. It was like having it back inside her pussy again, only slightly tighter.

I reached my hands back over my head and grabbed the pillow behind my head. As I opened my legs to let her have her way with my cock, she moved in for a much better angle at sucking me off. She never let my manhood slide out of her mouth while she moved. It seems she had some experience at this also.

She rolled her tongue along the length of my dick while it was nestled inside her mouth. I was impressed with her skill as a cocksucker; not that I had anything to compare her to, but what she was doing to me felt really good. I continued to let her have her way with my private area while I just laid back and enjoyed the hell out of it.

Too soon, I felt my orgasm build up again and before I had time to register that, my body erupted in vast amounts of pleasure again. I calmed down and Tiffany was slinking up to lie next to me. We cuddled for a short time, and then decided it would be best to go ahead and get dressed.

“It would probably be best not to mention this to anyone, including Tommy, Harry. I could get into a lot of trouble for doing this with you.” I looked at her and she was definitely concerned.

“I won’t say anything. We should probably continue to argue as normal also,” I suggested.

“Good idea,” she said as she was pulling her sweater over her head and hiding her chest from sight again. I was disappointed at that, but I understood why we had to get dressed.

Over the next few weeks, we did behave as if nothing had happened between us. Tiffany argued with Tommy and me as we always did when we were there. When Christmas vacation came around, Tommy and his parents went to stay with his paternal grandparents for a week. Tiffany didn’t want to go, so being a senior; they let her stay behind at the house by herself.

They left on the Monday as the holidays got started from school. Tommy told me what was going to happen when we were discussing it on that Friday before they left. I had to hide the fact that I wanted to see Tiffany alone. During those weeks, I did learn the art of self-gratification, as I called it. My mom almost caught me one time; embarrassing.

Anyway, late that Monday morning, I made my way to Tommy’s house in the hopes that I could see Tiffany. When I got there, I saw a car in the driveway that wasn’t theirs. I knocked on the door and waited. My dick was getting harder in the anticipation of what I was due after the door opened. To say that I was upset when an older boy opened the door would be like saying that Mt. Everest is a hill.

“Who are you?” he asked when he saw me. I was a little more than put out by that question.

“I can ask you the same question, pal,” I retorted back.

“I asked you first, kid,” he came back.

“I asked you second, asshole,” I shot at him. Never argue with a fifth grader; we’ll always win.

“Fine, have it your way, you little brat. I’m Brad; Tiffany’s boyfriend. Now, who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Harry; Tommy’s friend. What’re you doing here with her?” Just then, I heard a muffled sound coming from the back room. “What’s going on, here?” I looked past him to try to see into the bedroom, but it was impossible.

“Something you wouldn’t understand, kid. And Tommy isn’t here, so get lost.” At that, he slammed the door in my face.

I was stunned to see him at the house. I thought that Tiffany had broken up with Brad. For a moment, I was crushed and thought only of myself and being hurt. Then I remembered the muffled sound coming from the back room. Having been around the house a lot over the past several months, I knew the yard like my own. I made my way around to the backyard by way of the side gate. What I saw through Tiffany’s window made me want to vomit.

She was tied to a chair in the middle of the room with a gag in her mouth. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her eyes were black and blue and swollen from being hit several times by Brad. Other bruises covered her body in different places.

Blood was running down from her mouth, having been struck there also. When Brad walked back in the room, he screamed at her and took a belt across those tits I loved. He brought the belt down several times and she was screaming into the gag for him to stop. He didn’t even slow down.

The brute didn’t stop hitting her with that belt until he covered the front of her whole body with angry red lines. It didn’t take long for him to complete the process, either. When he was done with that, he yanked her off the chair and forced her to the ground to beat her back with the belt. I watched, stunned, as he hit her time after time. I had never seen something so animalistic. Finally, I had seen enough and wanted to help her.

Knowing the backdoor had a latch that was easily opened, I carefully undid it and as quiet as I could, opened the door and slipped inside. I tiptoed my way to Tommy’s bedroom, which you could get to without being seen by Tiffany’s room, and found his baseball bat. I heard a muffled scream and grunt come from the room while I was on my way to her. I reared the bat back and ran through the door to rescue Tiffany.

The only thing was that I tripped over a piece of clothing and fell on my face. It gave Brad time to pull his cock out of Tiffany’s pussy and grab the bat from my hand before I could even get a swing at him. He backhanded me and I fell to the ground, holding that side of my face.

“Well, well, well, the brat wants to be a hero,” he said with a big smile. He threw the bat away into the corner and came at me.

He pushed me back to the ground with one hand on my neck. I tried to kick him, but being flattened on my stomach, there was no way I could get to him with any real strength. He held me down with his hand to my neck and a knee to the middle of my back. With his other hand, I felt him yank my jeans down and over my shoes. He put his other knee where his hand was so he could tie up my ankles using my jeans. Giving me a burn on my chest, he yanked my shirt off and used it to tie my hands behind my back.

I started screaming every curse word I could think of at him. He grabbed his underpants and forced them in my mouth to shut me up. I tried to wiggle out of the way, but he stood up and placed his foot on my back to stop me. He reached over and to my horror, I saw him pick up the belt he had just used on Tiffany. I was next.

The first lash of that belt hurt like nothing else I had ever felt before. Repeatedly, he brought the belt down across the back of my body. I screamed and cried and finally begged him to stop the torment, but it continued. When he was satisfied with making my back as red as possible, he turned my body over and began hitting my front. He attacked my chest, my stomach and legs, but the worst part was when the belt lethally assaulted my crotch. I could do nothing about it, but just lie there and take it.

Through my tear-streamed eyes I saw Tiffany on the floor, and she looked as helpless as I was to stop what was happening to us. She tried to scream at him to stop hurting me throughout the whole time he beat me, but he just kicked her in the head when he had heard enough and she went quiet.

When Brad was finished beating my front, he turned me back over to lying on my stomach. Being as young as I was, I had no idea what was coming next, but by the look on Tiffany’s face; she did. I caught on to his plan soon enough when I felt the head of his dick at my rear entrance. I tightened up my asscheeks to prevent him from getting inside, and it worked, but only briefly. He punched my backside with his fists until I had no strength left before trying again.

I barely remember what it felt like just before he rammed his dick into me, but I recall vividly what it felt like afterward. I screamed like I never had before as his cock speared me. The gag filtered out most of the sound, but not all of it. He wasn’t worried about anyone hearing it as no one was around that could do anything about the rape.

It felt like he was ripping me apart from the inside. His cock must have been at least twice the size of my opening, but he made it fit. Unfortunately, his fuckstick was only about half way in my bowels, so he had to pump the rest of it inside. Each thrust sent shards of pain through my torn anus. My abused stomach and chest were scrapped harshly across the carpet for more torture during his onslaught. My head inched closer to the bed and at some time during the rape, it began banging against the wooden sideboard. Just about every inch of my body was being beaten by him. Even my skinny legs didn’t get left out.

With a final, guttural lunge, that I felt would surely cut me in half if he were any thicker, he climaxed and sent some kind of liquid into my intestines. I felt every bit of it hit the walls of my lower tube. He collapsed on to my back, sending even more pain into my brain. He raised his body off mine after a period of time and pulled his pants back up.

“Well, that was certainly satisfying,” Brad stated with a lot of smugness. “I came over here for a piece of Tiffany’s ass, and I get a virgin brat instead. It’s kind of like loosing quarter and finding a twenty dollar bill.” Through my tears and puffy eyes, I saw him pick up his jacket and turn to leave. When he got to the door, he turned back to us to tell us that this never happened and if anyone ever found out about it, then we were dead.

“See you around, bitches,” he said and slammed the door as he left the room. The front door was opened and closed just as emphatically. I barely heard his car start as he drove away and left us in bondage.

It took some time and work for her, but Tiffany was the one who managed to get her arms out of her bonds and get out first. I just laid there. Not only was I in some severe pain, but also immense humiliation from what had just happened. I was just raped in front of a girl I had just had sex with the previous month. I thought she must have felt I was the sorriest man/boy on the planet.

She slithered out of her ropes and worked her way over to me. She wasn’t worried about herself at the time or her wounds or nudity. To her credit, she was more worried about me and mine. She unwrapped my arms first, as gently as she could, and then moved down to remove my shoes, socks and lower garments. I painfully curled up into a ball once I was completely naked. She reached over to pick me up and I tried to crawl away in shame. I just wanted to be left alone.

Tiffany wouldn’t be deterred, though. She forced her arms around me to pull me close to her. I submitted to her will finally and accepted her body’s touch. Then the real crying started. I bawled like a baby for an eternity. All she did was hold me till I stopped. I vaguely remember her picking me up and cradling me in her arms as a mother would until the sobbing ceased. When the tears could no longer fall and my sobs turned to dry heaves, she continued to hold me while she leaned her back against the sideboard of her bed.

She stood up at one point and pulled me up with her. She walked me to the bathroom to place me in the shower. She climbed in with me and we held each other under the hot water. During the shower, she wiped the blood off our bodies and helped me expel Brad’s semen from my rectum. Blood oozed out with his ball’s juice. I was sickened by what I saw run down my leg and into the drain. I vomited the meal I had eaten just before coming over to the house.

“I’m sorry, Tiffany,” I said as I looked up at her. It was the first time I had spoken since I entered the house that day.

“Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for, Harry. None of this was your fault. To be honest, I’m proud of you that you tried to save me.”

“Tried and failed,” I moaned. I sat down in the tub, feeling lower than I ever had in my short life. I just wanted to die and I said so. I don’t think Tiffany knew what to say to that, so she just slid behind me and wrapped her arms around me again. I could feel her breasts against my back and her sex against my butt as she snaked her legs around mine. We stayed like that until the shower ran completely out of hot water.

She climbed out and got some towels for the two of us. I inched my way out and into her room. She dried her body off and then mine. I was still in a state of shock. After getting both of us dry, she put the flannel nightgown on she was wearing when this nightmare began. Once she was covered, she walked over to the mirror to judge the damage.

She raised the garment up to evaluate everything. She wasn’t too bad off. A couple of slightly black eyes and some bruising on her chest and stomach were the worst of it. She turned to look back at me. With her finger, she motioned for me to join her at the mirror. I was less than enthusiastic to see what had happened to me, but nevertheless, I shuffled over to the reflective glass as well.

While most of her damage was done in her face, my body had taken the brunt of Brad’s torment. The whole front of my small frame was red from the belt as well as my crotch. She gave me a handheld mirror and I turned to view the damage on my back. It was worse. Black and blue marks littered my skin up and down my back, butt and legs. Some blood was still trickling out from between my ass’s globes. I put the mirror back down on her table and walked away from the wall. She walked over to me as I sat down on her bed.

“I showed it to you so you could remember what he did to us, Harry,” she explained.

“I don’t think I’m going to forget this anytime soon, Tiffany,” I said back to her.

“The reason for what I said, is that I want revenge. Are you game?” I looked at her and thought about it. Most people say that rape victims take it internally and don’t do anything about the rape. With Tiffany there, I couldn’t do that; I wanted revenge also, so I nodded. “Good. Now, it is important that you show no one or tell anyone what happened here today. Okay?”

Like I wanted that to happen; I nodded. She continued to lay out her plan to me. I agreed to all of it. The bastard was not going to get away with this shit. We were going to see to that, personally.

Over the next few weeks, she and I made more concrete plans as how to get back at Brad. He was going to die. We waited until the right time to carry out our plan. On the last day of Christmas vacation, she and I went to what we planned. Her parents and Tommy had returned from the grandparents’ house by this time, so she had to pick me up at a prearranged spot.

We drove to where she knew Brad was going to be. I didn’t think to ask how she knew, but she was right. His car was parked right in front of a house in the neighborhood. We drove past it and parked it just down the street from the house. She and I got out and crept our way back up the street and behind the house. She carefully opened the backdoor and we snuck inside. I opened the door going into the next room, and without warning, I felt a hard pain in my stomach, and I bowled over onto the floor.

“Good job, bitch. I guess you can do at least one thing right,” I heard Brad’s voice say. I turned to look up and I saw Tiffany in Brad’s arms. Both of them were smiling down at me as I lay curled up on the floor. Another girl walked out from another room with some ropes in her hand. I was now really getting scared at this situation and didn’t like where it was going. I struggled to get up and tried to run, but it was a pathetic attempt at best. I was cornered.

The other girl gave the ropes to Brad as he pulled a chair out from the table. Tiffany walked over to me and grabbed my arm to lead me to the chair. She was betraying me, and I knew it. I was so stunned by what was happening, all I did was follow. Besides, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

The two girls stripped off my clothes while Brad looked on. I tried fighting them, but it was no use again. When I was completely naked, Tiffany and the other girl led me to Brad and the chair that was waiting just for me. They lifted me up and threw my body over the back of the chair. My arms were pulled over the seat of the chair and tied to the front legs by the wrists. My ankles were tied to the back legs. I was stretched as far as my body could go.

Ropes were tied around my waist and through the back of the chair, securing my torso to it. A rope was also tied around my head and through my mouth to gag me. I felt a hand ensnare my loins and pull down. A set of ropes captured my nuts and pulled them downward and apart. Whoever it was that was doing this didn’t stop pulling until my nuts were almost pulled off my body. It hurt long before that, of course, and I begged them to stop pulling, but it didn’t stop them from pulling even harder. My dick was treated the same way as it was pulled down the center of the chair’s backing. Then I heard a buckle being undone.

“Not again,” I said to myself, hopelessly. I heard Brad pull his belt out from his pants and the next thing I knew was that it struck my upturned ass.

I clenched my fists and closed my eyes to the second assault from him. Back and forth, the rain of lashes assailed my buttcheeks. There were too many of them to count. I cried, begged and pleaded as best as I could for him to stop, but to no avail. I was stuck. I was at his mercy, and he had none. Lash after lash hit my skin and I could do absolutely nothing to stop it.

The belt made contact all over the lower part of my body. It tagged my back, butt, and legs. When he had finally stopped hitting me with it, I heard his fly unzip and I knew what was coming next. I tried to struggle and get out of the way of it, but they had tied me too tight.

Without any more thoughts concerning my wellbeing, he lined his dick up to my exposed asshole and drilled it inside my bowels. I screamed through my rope gag at the searing pain. Not stopping with the initial thrust, he continued to shove his filthy cock into my rectum; splitting me apart again. I swore that if I made it out of this, every one of them were going to pay for this somehow.

I held on tight to the ropes around my wrists and he bore into me once again. Making sure I didn’t go anywhere, he grabbed onto my hips at the top of the chair. His dick pistoned in and out as all I could do was bear it. He made one final lunge and for the second time in as many weeks, sent his semen into me.

I slumped over into the seat of the chair a little, thinking it was over. I was wrong.

“He’s all yours, Dad,” Brad said to his left. I looked and an older version of Brad walked into the room, followed by two large black men. All three men were as naked as the day they were hatched. Brad’s father was a bit larger than him, and I could see his dick was about the same size. It was the two black men I was worried about. Both of their dicks were almost twice as big as Brad’s father’s. I shook in horror at what they were going to do to me. Both of the black men stood at the doorway and waited. Brad’s father walked behind me.

“The two you can have your prizes as well,” Brad’s father said from behind me. The two men moved considerably faster than their bulk would seem to. They grabbed the two girls and dragged them to the back room, kicking and screaming. Apparently, this wasn’t in the plan that had been laid out to the girls, and they didn’t like it.

“Enjoy yourself, Dad. I’ve got my own little prize waiting for me upstairs in my room.” The two smiled and Brad left his father alone with me, tied to the chair.

“Don’t worry, kid,” he said as Brad left the room, “I’m not gonna hurt you too much. I don’t get into that kind of stuff anymore. I’m just gonna fuck you and leave you be for the night.”

The old man did just that. He rammed his larger dick into my asshole and within a mere two or three pumps, he finished. He pulled out, wiped his dick off on my buttcheeks, and left the room, not saying another word to me. The whole thing took less than five minutes; I saw the clock, if you were wondering. I was plunged into blackness as he flipped the switch off when he left the room for the night.

Over the course of the next hour or so, I heard screams, slaps, whips, gagging sounds, and other strange noises coming from the room where the two black men had taken the girls. Some sounds of someone being raped came from upstairs also. Soon after midnight, the house settled into an eerie quiet as all the men were falling asleep one at a time.

During the time that I was alone, I noticed that Brad was stupid at one thing; he had left the knife that cut the ropes behind. It was lying on the floor to the right of the chair. With a great deal of effort and pain on my part, I rocked the chair over and onto its side when the noise was at its greatest. Painfully, I inched my hand closer to the knife. Not tying my hands down more securely was another mistake Brad made.

I was able to retrieve the knife just as the house was quieting down. I sawed the knife across my bonds that held my wrist to the front legs of the chair. After an hour of steady working, I managed to break the rope apart. The other ropes were cut easily. I crept towards the backdoor and to freedom. As I gathered my clothes and entered the back laundry room, I saw something that gave me an idea. Two bottles of lighter fluid were resting on a shelf. I smiled, even though I hurt and was anxious to leave, it was the perfect revenge.

I dropped my clothes and grabbed the lighter fluid. I went upstairs first. The old man was sleeping in a four-poster bed. I sprinkled the fluid all over the bed covers and out of the room. I heard snoring coming from another room and quietly entered. Brad’s outline hovered over another person’s outline that I couldn’t make out in the dark. As I walked around to the bed, I noticed that Brad still had his cock buried in the ass of the boy under him. I continued to circumnavigate the bed. When I got to the other side, I saw who it was under Brad.

Tommy as he was tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles in a spread-eagled position. I shocked him as much as he shocked me. I quickly put my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. He gently nodded that he understood. I quietly mouthed that I would be right back. Again, he nodded that he got me. I slinked back downstairs to get the knife I had abandoned and made my way back up to the room.

After reentering the room, I shut the door without making one sound. I made sure Tommy knew to stay where he was as I cut his bindings. He understood again and I cut him free from the bed. I made sure that Tommy was nowhere near Brad’s throat before I savagely cut it. To block out any more noise he would make, I quickly moved the pillow over his face. Brad struggled weakly until his life ebbed out of his body.

I checked on Tommy. He was still in shock as I pulled him out from under Brad’s dead corpse. Brad really did a number on him as he did on me, but this wasn’t the first time it had happened to me. I could deal with it a little bit better. I also had a plan at getting back at these people. I helped Tommy to his feet after spraying the lighter fluid all over Brad’s bed and out his door as well. I trailed the fluid down the stairs and ran out of that bottle as I got to the bottom.

I put Tommy in a chair in the kitchen and went to get the other bottle. He grabbed my arm and asked me why they were doing this to us. I whispered very carefully back to him that it was his sister that had set this whole thing up. Anger boiled in his veins when he heard this and wanted to help with the next room.

“No, try to find a set of clothes you can wear home. We have a long walk in the middle of the winter to get back to your house. You’ll need clothes; mine are in the back room.” He nodded and looked for clothes as I crept to the other room of the downstairs level. I looked in the room to find the two girls tied up in unnatural positions, but actually sound asleep.

I once read that a pretty girl was like a malady. Well, let’s see if she gets anyone else infected with her looks if she survives this night. I sprayed a heavy dose of lighter fluid around the two couples as they slept. Once this fire was lit, there would be no way any of the four of them would escape this unharmed. As far as Brad’s father goes, well, as he was upstairs, he couldn’t make it downstairs and out before this thing collapsed in tower of flames. All five of these that were alive were going to burn to death tonight.

I combined both trails of lighter fluid and ran a thick layer to the backdoor. Tommy grabbed my clothes for me and we backed out the door, quietly. With one flick of a match, the flames shot into the house like dominoes falling. As we dressed, we watched the house erupt in flames. Within minutes it was nothing but a towering inferno with no exit.

“I wish we had some marshmallows,” Tommy stated blandly.

“Yeah and some graham crackers and chocolate for smores,” I answered back. We turned our backs on the house and walked away.

While we walked home, I told him what had happened while he and his parents were away for Christmas. He never made me feel like I was any less of a human for what Brad did to me. He just accepted it. He even talked about his experience with Brad when I was done talking. It was a long walk home and talking about what Brad did to us helped make the journey easier. When we were done talking, though, the silence seemed to last as long as the walk.

It seemed to take forever to get back to our part of the neighborhood, but we walked up to his house just as the sun was making its presence felt. Happy Fucking New Year to everyone.

We walked in the house and to his bathroom for a nice hot shower. We showered together, soaping each other’s body up and washing the night’s events from our skin. We climbed out and dried off. He went to his parent’s bedroom to check on them. I made my way to his room for a nap. I had just laid my head down on the pillow when he rushed into the room.

“Harry! Come quick; I think my parents are dead.”

“What?” I asked and got up and followed him to the room.

I walked in and saw blood covering the king-sized bed. Both of his parents were lying in pools of blood and not moving. I ran to the phone and called the emergency number. The police and ambulance arrived about fifteen minutes later. Tommy and I got a story straight before they arrived. They believed us.

The fire at the house was on the news that morning and all six people had died in it. They never identified the remains of all the people. The police never connected the fire to Tommy’s parent’s murders. To this day, the crime remains unsolved.

Tommy went to live with his grandparents in Illinois and I never saw him again. I had to pick up and go on as best as I could, alone. But I wasn’t alone for long.