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Robin's Descent 4-6

   M+/F, rape/nonconsensual, blackmail, oral, anal, ws, branding,
interracial-not all in each chapter)

   Danger-Bird

   September 24, 2001



   The following story contains graphic descriptions of rough, alternative,
and nonconsensual sex.  Do not read any further if you are under 18,
offended by these topics, or if it is illegal for you to do so.  All other
standard disclaimers apply.  This work and all characters included with in
are fiction and fantasy.  There is no place in reality for this behavior.
Please seek appropriate help if you have trouble telling the difference.



   The author welcomes any feedback you might have.  I can not promise a
response to all emails, but will try my best to answer as appropriate. 
Send all communication to

   Danger-Bird@msn.com.  This story may not be copied or reproduced with
out the author's permission.



   Chapter 4



   Robin awoke from a restless unpleasant sleep desiring to believe that
her memories of the previous night were a bad dream resulting from too much
drink and an overly emotional night.  Those terrible things couldn't really
have happened to her, could they?  Those false hopes were quickly dashed in
a most undignified manner as she felt remnants of dried semen, still caked
to her skin in various places, flake and crack as she yawned deeply.  Other
congealed leavings were clearly visible on the exposed portions of her
breasts and ruining her blouse.

   Robin hung her head piteously and rubbed a nervous hand across her face,
over her forehead, and through her tangled knotted hair.  Thinking of the
degrading acts she had been forced to perform, she felt ashamed and dirty.
It had been revolting but at least it was over now and she could put the
incident behind her and start to get her life back to some semblance of
normalcy.  Taking stock of the situation she rationalized this prevented
her from going to jail and she would be able to continue her studies. 
Eventually, she mused, "I'll be able to forget about this."

   Pulling the sheer stained blouse over her head Robin saw more clearly
the marks that had been sprayed and dripped onto it and threw it into the
trash unwanted.  Her lacy bra, panties, and skirt all followed.  Robin
neither wanted to see or wear those clothes ever again.  She wanted nothing
around that could remind her of last night.  If she could have thought of
an easy way to burn them, she would have.

   Feeling a chill pass over her naked body, prickling her flesh, Robin
went to close the open window.  The breaking day seemed to mock her with
its cheerfulness and promise, full of sunlight and the sounds of birds
chirping.  She peaked out and was shocked by what her tired disbelieving
green pupils saw.  The changed girl rubbed her eyes as if to clear them and
verify what she saw was real.  Her car had found it's own way home.  She
assumed that one of her abusers had returned to the scene and driven it
back.  No sense leaving unwanted evidence around.  The thought made her
pause and consider going to he authorities for the briefest moment.  Robin
shook her head and quietly spoke, "No" out loud to no one.  Turning back
she knew that she would never go to the police.  She was as positive of
that now as her tormentors surely had to have been last night while
conspiring to ruin her.  She also had a lot to lose and besides, what had
occurred could never be undone.  What good would that do but get her thrown
out of school for her own actions preceding theirs, still leaving her with
these awful memories and guilt.  Robin shivered and went to take a long hot
shower.  She stopped first at the sink to rinse with mouth wash and brush
her teeth trying in vain to eliminate the taste of stale cum that
threatened to overwhelm her.  After failing to remove the vile flavor from
her mouth Robin stepped into the heated shower.

   Steam poured and rolled escaping the bathroom and filling the outer
rooms, fogging all the mirrors.  Mirrors that Robin would soon remove, as
she would lose the ability to look at herself in them.  Yet Robin could not
get warm.  Her body shook with cold as the scalding water washed over her
and steam surrounded her.  She scrubbed her face and body until her skin
was red and rubbed raw.  She could not feel clean and did not think she
ever would.  She covered her curvaceous form with a thick layer of suds and
rinsed endlessly.

   Normally she would have felt immediately relieved and serene under the
luxurious cleansing and sweet smelling foam.  Combined with the steam the
sensations would typically have caused her inexperienced sex to moisten and
fill her creative mind with delightful fantasies.  Sometimes, but not
often, she would even permit herself the forbidden joy of sneaking a
naughty hand between her hungry thighs to satisfy her aching need slowly
and with shy determination.  Today was not one of those mornings, nor did
she think tomorrow would be.

   Inevitably the water gradually descended from hot, to warm, eventually
turning cold and was promptly shut off.  As Robin dried off she used a hand
to wipe clear a portion of the mirror and stared pessimistically cursing.
She never thought herself as attractive or beautiful, looking nothing like
the pictures she saw staring back from the pages of every fashion magazine
and the screen of movies.  Her skin was too pale, appearing more so when
contrasted by her flowing dark red hair and full crimson lips.  She hated
her freckles, thinking they made her look even more na**ef**ve than she
was. Her breasts were too big and cleavage too obvious to give her that
boyish shape that seemed to be so popular these days, yet not large enough
to be noticed of themselves and her nipples had a nasty habit of sticking
sharply out when excited and hard.  She tapered till her waist reached
curvy hips presenting an hourglass shape that did not go along with the
style of clothes that were currently in vogue.  The sole redeeming feature
she took pride in was a delicious shapely rear end, which in the past she
would occasionally shake invitingly and sexily in the mirror as if giving
it a lurid show.  Her butt was very tight and firm and she knew it drew
stares from men and even a few women.  Now every time she looked in the
mirror along with being dissatisfied about her appearance Robin would also
see the girl who had been forced to her knees in the rain.

   Exasperated she brushed her teeth a few more times and rinsed repeatedly
with Listerine to no avail.  She did not do anything with her hair or put
any make up on.  She was not in the mood to attempt impressing anyone
today. Robin would not even have considered going to class and would have
preferred to remain locked in her apartment feeling lonely and miserable
for days if she her grades could have afforded it.  They couldn't, besides
it might help occupy her mind and take the edge off.  The thought of
sitting around with nothing to do but think was intolerable so she began
getting ready.

   Rummaging around her lingerie drawer past sexy thongs and bikinis she
found an infrequently worn, plain white, full cut pair of underwear.  As
she slipped them past her feet and up her toned legs she remembered Bill's
admonition on what she should wear this morning.  More accurately, what not
to wear.  Robin dismissed that thinking he must have been just playing with
her and hadn`t meant it, one last stab before leaving.  What could they
possibly do to her now, out in the open and in broad daylight?  The answer
to that question would unfortunately come soon enough.  No, if she had any
hope of taking back her life this initial act of defiance needed to be the
inaugural step.  With that decision came the first decent feeling she had
experienced since arriving at the party.  Next came a pair of loose fitting
corduroys followed by thick wool socks and an old comfortable pair of
tennis shoes.  A long sleeved turtle neck went over her unadorned bra and
was covered by a thick oversized sweater that hung free and shapeless once
passing over the rise of her breasts, exposing as little skin as possible.
The cuffs hung past her wrists, the ragged edges curling at mid palm.

   Even covered so completely and with the late morning temperature already
climbing into the high 70's, Robin felt frigid as she gathered her books
and headed for class.  She remained motionless and conflicted before the
front door, hand on the knob unable to will it to turn the handle and face
the world.  Surprising herself Robin summoned strength and courage from
with in and continued bravely out the apartment.  She closed the door
behind her, hearing it shut with a fatalistic snap and walked down the
hall.

   Choosing not to deal with driving her dented car she walked briskly
through the bustling campus, head down trying to avoid anyone's gaze. 
Especially avoiding any residents of her own building that might have
witnessed her debasement in the cruiser's front seat.  For the most part
Robin succeeded but was the recipient of a few catcalls and whistles from
nameless faceless admirers along the way.  She died a little, mortified
each and every time one of the unsolicited sounds of appreciation pierced
her ears.  Otherwise, the day went by thankfully uneventful.  Her mind was
lost to wonder a few times and she did have more trouble than usual
following lectures and paying attention, but that was understandable.  It
was not until her third class of the day that Robin's world stood on itself
again.

   Robin was not sure what to expect upon entering Professor Young's
lecture hall but the total lack of response or recognition she perceived
surprised her.  Being a prerequisite for almost every major, this class was
always one of the largest on campus.  Robin chose a seat near the rear of
the vast auditorium and hoped to lose herself in the crowd and stayed
sharp. During class Professor Young remained professional.  He neither
called on her nor so much as glanced her way the whole time, no knowing
smiles, smirks, or winks.  Beginning to hope that things might just be all
right after all, Robin watched the clock, counting down the minutes till
class was over.

   Selecting a seat near the back meant that she was among the last
students to exit.  As she approached him on her way out she noticed his
arrogant posture.  He was leaning against his old mahogany desk, legs and
arms folded nonchalantly, head tilted, obviously staring at her, a
lecherous grin on his self-satisfied face.  About to pass by, his voice
rang out, destroying any hope of respite.  "Robin, if it is not too much of
a bother, would you mind staying after for a while, please.  I believe you
and I have a few things of importance to discuss." His passive voice was
pleasant and respectful.  She was dreadfully certain and guessed correctly
that it would not remain so.  She stopped at his desk, books held
protectively to her chest under both arms, stiff as a statue.

   After the final student left he walked at a leisurely pace to the door.
Her apprehension built with every passing second as he sinisterly lowered
the blinds covering the only window in the room.  Robin was frozen in
place, a sudden quiver rolling uncontrollably through her.  Eyes closed
briefly as she heard the dead bolt click into place, sealing her inside. 
Her knees wobbled and threatened to fail beneath her.  Facing her now he
hesitated, enjoying witnessing the fear and panic build.  Watching in
horror, she observed a wicked smile form behind his graying well-trimmed
facial hair.  It was the sort of smile that she would become familiar with
on the faces of lots of men and women.  Flawlessly she would learn to
recognize that smile for the veiled threat it was.  His piercing eyes
seemed to devour her.  He menacingly advanced on her; her knees buckled.













































































   Chapter 5



   Robin caught a whiff of his crisp cologne as he walked past her and
seated himself comfortably in an opulent worn leather recliner behind his
desk.  Leaning back Andrew clasped his hands behind his head and tsk'd the
frightened girl.  "What should I do with you, my pet." It wasn't offered as
a question but Robin managed to find the ability to provide an answer. 
"You could do the same thing I would like to do-forget about what happened
last night and move on." His abrupt and hearty laughter echoed around the
lecture hall.  "Now, why in the world would I want to go and do something
like that for?  Let me see, my options are...I can forget about the
information I know and let us go our separate ways or I can continue to use
and abuse your helpless adorable body in whatever manner I desire. 
Hmm...let me see, which to choose..." He held his hands stretched out in
front, palms facing upwards, and weighed them back and forth, a crude
imitation of a scale in motion.  "Yes, it is a difficult decision, but I
think we will continue with things as they are for just a little longer. 
You didn't honestly think I would just throw away my advantage so soon did
you?" His voice was filled with sarcasm.  "Don't worry, my sweet, I'm bound
to tire of playing with you at some point, just not yet.  Why don't you
have a seat."

   He directed her to sit on the floor next to his chair.  Robin glanced up
at the clock over his head.  "Don't worry, we have all the time in the
world.  I let your Calculus professor know that we would be...in
conference. You will not be making your next class I'm afraid." She could
not compel her body to move.  "I see you are having a harder time deciding
than I, not that you have any real choice though.  But, that's to be
expected I guess.  Let me help convince you.  This should make up your mind
for you." He opened a finely textured leather satchel and removed a folder
containing a short stack of papers.  Sliding them across the polished
desktop he said, "A bit of light reading is in order, I think." Lowering
her books onto an open desk she cautiously picked up the file folder,
opened it and was certain what she would find with out having to read any
of the documents it held.  Robin still perused the legal papers though. 
They included an incident report that Bill had written to show her in the
most unfavorable light possible, a memo to the Dean requesting her
immediate expulsion, a letter to her parents explaining the need for such
drastic action, and finally a warrant for her arrest.

   All hope of redemption was wiped effectively away with the finality of
the last form.  Andrew knew the second that Robin surrendered, perhaps even
before she did.  He could see it in her sudden change in body language.  He
watched with fascinated interest, amused as her shoulders and head slumped
downward, arms hanging limply at her sides, a single solitary tear
trickling from her right eye over her cheek.  Robin's eyes glazed over and
barely noticed as the papers floated haphazardly to the ground after she
silently dropped them at the moment of defeat.

   In response, his voice was calm, sounding almost like a parent patiently
correcting a misbehaved child.  "Try not to crinkle or tear any of those
papers as you gather them back up for me.  When you're done," with an
outstretched hand he directed her to the position on the floor next to him
indicated earlier.  Resignedly Robin took her spot, mind in a whirl.  She
carefully tucked her legs underneath her sitting down on her calves, hands
resting softly on her lap and thighs and waited for it to begin, waiting
for it to end.

   Professor Young took possession of the reorganized folder from her weak
grasp with out it being offered and slipped it back into its place in his
bag.  Robin could not remember picking them up.  He softly and timidly
caressed the side of her delicate face wiping away the tear.  Next he ran
his hand through the cascading waves of red that flowed halfway down her
back.  It took all the self-control she could muster to not flinch at this
loathsome touch.  Because of the implied intimacy this kind-hearted
treatment was in an unexpected way worse than the forced oral sex had been.


   His voice was quiet and calm as he explained her situation leaving no
chance for misunderstanding.  "Here's what is going to happen, Robin," she
cringed at his casualness "you will do as I say, with whom I say, how I
say, and with out pause or argument.  If during our time together you fail
to...please me...you will be punished.  If you foolishly attempt to end our
association," she was thankful he chose not to refer to it as a
`relationship,' "the result will be disastrous for you.  My vengeance will
fall upon you swiftly and irrevocably.  A simple phone call to any one of
several police friends and your sweet ass will be in jail.  Should by some
strange coincidence any harm befall me, a sealed document currently in my
lawyer's safe will direct the authorities in your direction."

   Expending a slight and final reserve of courage that had been slowly
building Robin brushed his unwanted hand away challenging, "You can't keep
this up forever, you sick bastard!  Eventually your threats won't be worth
anything.  The police will wonder why you waited so long to come forward."
She was grasping, but thought she found a faint glimmer of hope.  That
glimmer was efficiently extinguished.  "My dear, foolish girl, would I take
such a monumental gamble without having thought it through to the entirety?
In that improbable hypothetical, I would simply claim that I was holding
back under the guise of not wanting to harm your future.  I felt sorry for
you and thought that you had learned a valuable lesson.  When news of your
continued drinking was brought to my attention, I had no choice but to
accept Officer Briggs' advice and make a statement.  All for your own good,
of course." She had to admit it was very neat and calculating; he had
thought of everything.  There was no way out.

   "I think a demonstration of your desire to please me and your
willingness to submit is in order.  Let's start you out with something
small and simple.  Clean my shoes." He sat upright and extended one leg,
resting his foot on the floor in front of her.  He was careful to leave
enough room so that she would have to bend far over to reach it.  Try
though she did, her confused mind could not formulate a workable plan to
extricate her self from this well planned trap.  Robin swallowed her pride
and reached a shaky hand out to begin brushing off the smooth tanned
leather.  His hand smartly cuffed the back of her head startling her.  "Not
like that you ignorant slut, with your tongue." He positively beamed as he
corrected her.  Bending farther over, barely holding back the tears that
promised to flow, Robin gently applied her tongue sheepishly to the shoe.

   As she would discover about most of his desires, Andrew was rarely
pleased with her initial attempts to carry out his orders.  At the current
time each mistake succeeded in getting her face lightly kicked by the foot
she was working on.  He patiently taught her what he wanted in that manner
till she had the motions right and her lips had almost begun to bruise. 
The kneeling girl lost in concentration on her teacher's shoe, not wanting
to earn any more pain, failed to recognize the sound of a key turning in
the lock and undoing the hasp.  Bill Briggs watched in admiration as she
covered the shoe with flowery touches and kisses, barely leaving the
surface wet.  She acted as though she was affectionately applying her
tender attentions to the body of a loving and familiar partner.  Knowing
that despite outward appearances, inside she had to hate what she was doing
made both men smile.

   Robin jumped in surprise and looked over her shoulder startled as she
heard Bill drop a heavy case onto the thinly carpeted floor directly behind
her.  It looked like a small steamer trunk with two clasps in front that
were both locked.  It was obviously well used as indicated by many small
dents and scratches on the trunk's no longer shiny surfaces and a broken
handle that had been crudely repaired with duct tape.  He shook his head
and said, "I see she is still not very disciplined Andrew." "One thing at a
time, Bill.  Rome wasn't built in a day, you know.  In fact Robin and I
just finished discussing her training regimen.  As you can see, she was
very anxious to start." Both men chuckled at the joke.

   "Before we go any further," the professor glanced at the package that
Bill had brought.  Robin followed his eyes and cringed at what numerous
unknown tortures that cryptic case held for her.  "I think it is about time
for some show and tell.  First the show.  Robin, be a dear and stand up. 
Once up she was instructed to remove her shoes and socks.  Next came the
order to strip.

   "Up on the desk," he patted the desktop with his hand as though calling
a puppy, "and get out of those hideous confining clothes.  They are not at
all becoming.  You have a nice body and should take pride in it, show it
off.  Don't ever wear something like this again." He pointed to her outfit
distastefully.  "I expect to see you in short skirts and tops that enhance
and draw attention to your bust line.  These," he picked up her tennis
shoes barely touching anything save the very tips of the laces, they hung
and twirled below his hands.  The shoes made a thud as he discarded them
into a nearby garbage can, "will be replaced with heels, something to
accentuate your long legs.  And put some make up on for God's sake.  You
look anemic.  Make sure to include lots of bright lipstick.  I love the way
my whore's slutty red lips leave a trail of color over my dick as they
suck." Robin's worst fears were verbalized; she was going to be used
sexually and at the whim of these two cruel men, both of whom in positions
provided to help and protect her under different circumstances, until they
tired of her and there was nothing she could do but obey.  "Come on girl,
up on the desk." He patted the surface again and looked her in the eyes as
she climbed onto the cleared surface.  Andrew and Bill seated themselves at
two desks in the center of the first row.

   The command to begin came quickly as she knew it would.  She could not
believe that she was doing this even as she reached underneath the bottom
of her low hanging sweater and started to roll it over her waist.  A
shouted reprimand halted that movement and saved her dignity momentarily,
allowing her to stay covered for a second longer and then tore it
ruthlessly away.  "You stupid girl, can't you do anything right?  Give us a
show: wiggle your ass, shake your hips, fondle your tits, and grab your
crotch.  I'm sure you've seen stripteases on TV before.  Hell, everyone's
seen that movie at least once.  Put some effort into it." And so Robin
began again.

   The sight of Andrew removing his expensive leather belt and folding it
over provided the only additional encouragement she needed.  Holding it
loosely in his right hand at the buckle he tapped his open palm a few
times, the threat obvious.  She redoubled her efforts, nervousness showing.
Robin danced dutifully and as expected.  She turned around and ground her
ass at them, just like she used to while playfully teasing her bathroom
mirror.  Robin drew her small hands over her body, rubbing her butt and
hips, over her stomach, and pulling and tugging at her heavy breasts and
nipples.  The latter betrayed her by immediately stiffening and poking
through the fabric of her bra.  Bill rewarded her for that move by placing
a crisp five-dollar bill under the strap to her bra.  The strap returned
against her shoulder securing the money with a loud snap, a second later a
playful slap delivered to her ass.  The only downfall of her performance
was she could not force herself to smile.  But still they whistled and
cheered obnoxiously and enthusiastically.  She felt like the whore she had
been called.  She would feel even more so once forced to watch her behavior
which unknown to her, was secretively and underhandedly being recorded.

   Robin stared out at the contrasting pair of conspirators with obvious
disgust.  She found their differences of appearance striking.  Professor
Young looked dignified.  In other, previous circumstances she had found him
attractive.  His stomach displayed the slightest hint of a paunch but
otherwise he was in remarkably good shape for his age.  Some might call his
salt and pepper hair, stylishly cut, distinguished.  The gray and black
mixture was especially impressive in his tight beard and mustache.  He
looked dapper, dressed right from the pages on any men's magazine.  Even at
6'2", Andrew was dwarfed by Bill's massive frame.  While Andrew had a look
of definition about him, Bill was all muscle.  He possessed thick forearms
and biceps.  His too tight T-shirt did little to contain his broad chest
and arms, muscles rippled under the thin material.  Bill had a hard look
and scruffy face; his head was shaved bald.  Almost hairless skin was the
color of fine imported dark chocolate.  He wore dirty jeans with holes. 
Black engineer boots with thick soles that would frequently be polished by
her tongue encased large feet.  Bill was physically demanding, aggressive
and forceful while Andrew remained passively assertive, controlling with
fear, mind games, and threats.

   Eventually, Robin reached a stage where she was clad only in her panties
and bra.  She halted briefly then did what would have been unthinkable 24
hours earlier.  She unclasped the bra behind her and allowed it to drop
from her chest, landing on the growing pile of clothes before her.  Her
full breasts stood firm and proud, the air conditioning causing a distinct
tightening of her nipples.  Her briefs slipped over her hips and past her
thighs with a cute wiggle and then straight down her taut legs to the desk
surface; she stepped out of them, pushing them aside with her foot.  Robin
stood naked on the polished mahogany, breathing hard.  A delicate hand
unsuccessfully attempting to hide her genitals, the other hand failing in
the same manner to cover her chest, and shivered.

   "Aw, look how cute Bill, she's shy," Andrew mocked.  "Since you
obviously don't like it up there, why don't you get down." She was almost
grateful until she was commanded to lean over his knee.  Robin demurely
climbed off the desk and bent herself over his knee.  Unsure what to do
with her hands she placed them on the floor below in a supportive gesture.
She did not need to be told to reach him by crawling.  She remembered from
the previous night that was expected of her.

   "I believe Bill gave you rather specific instructions on how to dress
today, did he not?" She looked over her shoulder up into his face and
sighed, yes.  A smart unexpected smack warmed her buttocks and caused a yip
to escape.  "When you answer me girl you are to say, "Yes, Sir." Is that
understood?" A quick "Yes, Sir," was breathed out.  "Now then, did you
think that I would not notice how you blatantly disobeyed us by wearing
underwear?  Did you think I would forget what you were told?  Did you think
that I would not punish you for this transgression?  I think you need a
taste of what happens when you choose to be bad.  Be a good girl and count
the strokes for me."

   Before comprehension of those words could come Robin felt the first
swat. He brought his hand down to her upturned backside with stunning and
harsh ferocity.  This was no playful spanking delivered to a lover's butt,
this was meant to hurt and did.  Pure shock prevented her from counting
that initial stroke.  She did not miss any of the 10 slaps with the belt
that mistake earned her nor any of the remaining swats with his hand that
followed.  Robin counted the cruel strokes out loud, calmly at first then
in increasing wails and sobs, gasping in between the rhythmic spanking. 
Lying across his sturdy lap, Robin could feel him hardening against her
waist as he delivered her punishment.  She convinced herself that it would
end after 20, then 30, and on.  She kept telling herself, "Just 10 more and
it will be over" and yet it continued.  Andrew beat her bare butt
wordlessly until the counting reached 70.

   At 70 Robin was unceremoniously dumped from his lap onto the floor.  She
would have curled into a ball if allowed.  But no break was permitted; the
breaking girl was made to thank the cruel teacher for providing the
correction she so rightly deserved.

   While in the process of thanking the professor profusely she was tugged
to her feet from behind and Bill dragged her to an empty chair and dropped
her into it.  When she tried to stand up she was roughly shoved back down
and then Bill held her forearms tight to the chair arms.  Her thin wrists
gripped in his strong unyielding hands.  Robin's eyes darted about the room
as she watched the other man's movements, especially when Andrew picked up
the mysterious trunk and sat it on his desk in front of her.

   He turned it so when opened the contents remained hidden.  A supple pair
of black restraints were removed from inside.  Andrew made a big show of
bringing them over to the squirming figure in the chair.  He dangled them
in front of her face and used them to attach her securely to the chair. 
Many electrodes and monitoring devices followed.  They were attached to her
chest, wrists, head, neck, and back.  After fearing they intended to
electrocute her, Robin recognized the lie detector for what it was.  This
fact eased her a little until the questions began.

   Later on Robin could never decide which rape was worse that day: her
body or her mind.  The questions started out innocently enough.  The
typical ones to provide a base for comparison: name, age, date of birth,
parents' names, etc., lasted about 10 minutes.  Illusions of privacy and
dignity were stripped away leaving her mind as exposed to her attackers as
her sweaty flesh.  Each lie got her slapped.  Robin learned quickly to tell
the truth.

   How many boys have you dated?  Four.

   How long?  Never more than a few dates.

   Why did you break up with them?  They all wanted sex.

   Are you still a virgin?  Yes.

   Have you ever fantasized about sex?  Yes.

   What about?  Slow romantic scenes like in the movies.

   Have you ever masturbated?  Yes

   How often?  1-2 times a week.

   What sex acts have you performed?  Hand jobs and blow jobs.

   Did you enjoy doing them?  Not really.

   Have you ever swallowed before last night?  No.

   Have you ever had or acted on any lesbian thoughts?  Yes and no.

   Robin told of her most recent argument and break-up, revealed the names
of her previous boyfriends and high school teachers, and spoke endlessly
about sex.  They knew her fantasies, likes, dislikes, and fears before
their questions were exhausted.  Robin noticed with chagrin that both men
seemed to pay particular attention to those things that disgusted and
scared her sexually.  They took notes and wrote down everything.  Her body
was limp and sore in the chair before they ran out of things to ask her
about.  Robin did not even move once they removed the attachments from her
and loosened her bonds.  The chair was slick with perspiration as Bill
directed her up and to her knees in front of him, using a hand gripped
tightly in her hair as a guide.  She meekly followed.

   The sadistic men had gotten a lot of useful information and ideas from
their session with the lie detector and were planning on utilizing most of
it to humiliate and break her.  It was time for the real fun to begin.

















































































   Chapter 6



   A strong grasp at the roots of her hair held aloft Robin's head as she
stared up from her kneeling position at the brutish black thug.  Her eyes
level with the growing bulge forming before her.  Bill's immediate desire
was similar to that of his confederate last night that started this cycle
of abuse and humiliation.  Two things made it worse.

   She was forced to pretend that she loved it and had to look like she was
actually enjoying herself.  Robin begged and pleaded with him to let her
suck his big thick fat black dick.  She told him how she was nothing but a
cheap slut who couldn't get enough black cock.  Robin promised to do
anything to just get a taste of his dark meat.  She told him she loved the
taste of his cum and needed it bad.  She would wink up at Bill and at
Andrew.  She held his hardening ebony prick in her small white hands
stroking him to fullness and thanked him, saying how wonderful it was, how
much she had ached for it, how wet she was for it.  She looked up and
licked her lips provocatively.  Her jade eyes were full of seduction and
promise.  She smiled and moaned as she licked and nibbled on his impressive
shaft, her tongue trailing ethereally along, feeling the swollen veins. 
She covered its length in light kisses.  Secondly, once sucking in earnest,
Bill took great joy in not being gentle.  He would ram the length of his
oversized penis past the back of her throat causing her to gag and spit and
dribble saliva all over her chin and neck.  He would pull out and ask if
she wanted more to which Robin could only reply as expected.  He'd wipe her
spit and the copious precum oozing from his head over her face and strike
her with his hardness while holding her head firm with the other hand only
to push back into her mouth without warning, battering her throat.  Several
times Robin thought she would suffocate as he clamped her tight against
him, her mouth stretched ridiculously around his wide base, her nose
tickled by his scratchy pubic hair.  When she thought she might pass out,
she would feel him gradually pull out and hear a long satisfied groan
hissed above her.  All the while Bill told her what a good little slut she
was and how he never had such a wanton white whore take care of him before.
He made fun of her, laughing how she just couldn't get enough.  Asking her
if she loved it, to which she knew better than to answer anything other
than yes.

   Bill fucked her face like that using his hand and Andrew's threats of
reprisal to control her movements and behavior.  When he came the first
forceful squirts spurted into her mouth, onto her tongue, and down her
throat.  Then he abruptly removed his spasming organ from the tight
pleasant confines of her violated mouth and pumped the remainder of his
thick seed onto her pretty freckled face.  He used her hair to wipe the
last precious drops from his dick, demanding she wipe his cum from her chin
and lick it from her fingers.

   He stood towering above her, hands resting on hips waiting for she knew
not what.  An angry Andrew clued her in.  "Is there anything you don't fuck
up?  Thank your Master for letting you service him.  And make it
convincing." Was the torment ever going to end?  The defeated girl looked
up from the floor and said, "Thank you Master for letting your slave suck
your beautiful cock." When Bill slid his boot across the carpet a few
inches Robin knew what was expected.  She bent gracefully over and planted
a kiss upon the toe of the leather.  Contented, Bill zipped himself up and
leaned next to Andrew by the desk.

   Robin raised a hand to wipe the vile fluid from her face but was stopped
in mid motion, "Leave it." When she sighed, Andrew chuckled, "You better
get used to it Robin.  Until I decide otherwise this is your role in life.
You are our personal cum slut.  As such, you can expect to be covered in
someone's cum quite regularly.  That cute little mouth of yours will be
servicing lots of cock every day.  Now, I think it's time you learn what
else you'll be doing lots of.  Unfortunately, my poor Robin, I think you'll
find it much less enjoyable than a little simple fellatio.  Trust me, in a
few minutes you are going to be begging to go back to sucking dick."

   The assuming professor moved to the expansive bookcase built into the
wall.  Robin's heart crashed as she watched him remove a hidden video
camera from the shelf.  She realized now that while previously the trap had
been sprung, it was now firmly closed about her.  As the professor
explained her situation Robin knew with dread that there was now no doubt
in her mind that she would perform in whatever way these two appalling
partners wished.  She also knew that for them to go this extra step, what
they had in mind for her and her future had to be truly nauseating.  In the
days ahead, Robin would once again be unfortunately proven correct.

   Andrew changed tapes in the camcorder as he spoke.  "This is what we
call a little added insurance.  If we do not find your behavior above
reproach this video, edited of course, will be sent to your family,
friends, and teachers- current and past.  I might even put it on the
Internet.  It will show you begging for and willingly provide oral sex to a
black man, whose face will never be seen.  And it will be accompanied by
all the wonderful sound you provided for us.  It was truly a remarkable
performance Robin and quite believable." Robin knew she could never let
that video be seen.  By the time they eventually did release it to the
public, she no longer cared.

   "Time for your next lesson Robin." He swiped her clothes into the
garbage can with a single motion.  "Crawl over her, lean over my desk, and
spread your legs, please." In position, Robin felt terribly vulnerable. 
Well, the time has come for them to finally rape me and take my virginity
that I fought so hard to keep, she thought.  If only it would have been
that simple.  Whistling, Bill strode purposefully between her spread legs
and yanked her head back.  He informed her that he was going to perform one
of the acts she found to be most distasteful and traumatic.  Whispering
closely into her ear she could feel his sour breath against her skin, "Now
slut, I'm going to fuck this sweet tight ass of yours and your going to
hold yourself nice and open for me while I do it." A rough callused hand
rubbed the shape of her butt.  She tried to lift up and plead no, please
don't, I can't take it, it will never fit, you'll tear me apart.  As a
reply Robin was pushed painfully back into position.  "Get your hands back
here and spread your cheeks for me.  Otherwise Andrew's going out right now
to make and mail out copies of your little show.  Don't make me ask again."
He playfully swatted her right butt cheek.  He knew from her session with
the lie detector that she was scared to death of anal sex and found it
dirty and demeaning.  The very thought of it made her nauseous.  It made
him even harder.

   Whimpering she hesitantly reached behind her and pulled her cheeks apart
exposing her crinkled hole.  Her tormentor placed his formidable hands over
hers, "You'll have to stretch wider than that to take me," and pushed her
farther apart.  She heard him spit then felt wetness in the crevice of her
ass.  The next words he spoke while rubbing the length of his turgid prick
back and forth along her crack frightened her.  "Don't worry though cunt,
when Bill's through with ya you'll be more than able to handle any other
cock we decide to give your ass to.  Now you be nice and behave while Bill
fucks your prick teasin' ass and next time I might use some lube.  And
there will be lots of next times.  Try and relax, but I'm afraid this will
definitely hurt you more than me." He laughed and placed the over-sized
head against her asshole- my God he's going to do it dry- and crammed
several inches forcefully into her.  Robin's long pitiful scream filled the
empty auditorium.  If there had been anyone else left in the building at
that late hour, her sorrow would have been easily heard.

   The huge head, the size of a small plum, pushed insistently forward for
several excruciating seconds.  Her muscles contracted and tried to prevent
and resist the awful presence until under its relentless pressure he ripped
past her clenched opening.  Robin experienced a new pain as her body tried
to expel the unwanted intruder.  The sudden penetration tore her open.  As
promised, she begged to deep throat both of them or anything else if he
would stop.  Stopping however was something Bill had no intention of doing
until he was completely sated.  This is what he loved more than anything in
the world- raping a young white ass with his monstrous dick and equipped
with the knowledge that she hated the idea of anal sex made it that much
sweeter.

   He wrapped his hands around her slight but curvaceous waist and pulled
her backward over the desk simultaneously as he plowed forward driving the
remaining inches of his cock fully into her backside.  Robin felt herself
tear and knew she was bleeding.  Her tears flowed quickly and freely.  He
waited a few agonizing seconds allowing her to feel the entire fullness of
his being inside her.  He withdrew as casually as he could stand till
almost a foot of cock had been slid from her virgin ass and just the thick
head of his cruel tool remained pulsing inside her.  "From the moment I saw
you staggering outside your wrecked car, I knew I wanted you bent over in
front of me slut, my dick pounding away at your defenseless ass.  Now take
it bitch!" He viciously slammed the entire length mercilessly into her.

   Robin's unending moans, screams, and wailing were music to his ears.  He
was impressed that after the initial shock, she managed to keep her hands
behind her and her cheeks open.  He wasn't concerned that it was the
combination of constant threats and the occasional smack to the back of her
head that kept them there.  He raped her ass powerfully and roughly.  He
used long, fast, determined strokes.  She felt his balls slap her every
time he crashed fully into her hot back passage.  The initial pain was
worse than anything Robin had ever imagined possible.  Thankfully, it ebbed
from a searing agony down into a constant soreness, a mixture of her blood
and his precum lubricating the previously dry nether channel, as her body
got used to and stretched to accommodate his enormous girth.  A few times
Bill made sure she knew how much he enjoyed how tight she felt as her
asshole gripped him in a warm vice grip.

   Unable to stand much more of the brutal sensations Robin's system began
to shut down, protecting her from the pain and the emotions.  Her
struggling and pleas died down till she just lay motionless across the
table under his weight sobbing incoherently, praying for him to hurry up
and finish, hoping that it was soon.  Robin was not allowed even that
consideration though.  As soon as her unwilling body stopped fighting back,
Bill changed tactics.  He did not want to take advantage of a limp rag
doll; he wanted her involved in her own rape.  Besides, there were things
the bitch needed to learn and there was no better time to teach her.

   "No you don't, you're not getting off that easy.  I'm not going to do
all the work.  You and your cute little ass are going to be taking care of
me a lot.  So, you might as well start learning what I like from my women."
He pulled his slime-covered shaft about half way out of her abused rectum
and stopped moving.  "Push that hot ass of yours back and fuck me slut. 
Screw yourself on my big black dick." Each sentence was punctuated by a
stinging slap on her upturned butt.  The horrible man forced her to rape
her own ass for his enjoyment.  Robin reluctantly pushed and pulled herself
along his inhuman prick, hands now gripping the rim of the desk for
leverage.  Even that humiliation did not satisfy his dark desires.  A sharp
harsh slap on one of her sore cheeks accompanied each new instruction along
with a warning to remember these movements and to execute them with
determination and skill on command; next time he might not be so patient.

   Under his careful tutelage Robin fucked him in the manner of the wanton
whore he treated her like.  She ground her butt hard touching his muscular
frame and wiggled it back and forth, grinding her pelvis like a porn star
in heat, her cheeks flat and tight against him.  Robin rotated her hips in
a circular motion while driving her weight back and forth.  She rode him
hard and fast, then even harder and faster, then pounding more strenuously
still, driving back with all the effort and speed her exhausted body could
muster, the pain unbearable.  Then she sensually pleasured him.  Her pacing
exquisitely slow and sadistically deliberate, feeling each angry inch
distend her bowels as she moved around it, unable to decide which torture
she hated more.  She clenched her muscles to increase her tightness and
heighten his pleasure while adding to her suffering and causing her teeth
to clench in misery.  She reached between her quivering legs and fondled
his low hung heavy balls.  Robin was covered in sweat and the smell of sex
filled the air.  He made her pull completely off his cock, a slight pop as
the head escaped only to guide it back in with her dainty hand.  From now
on, they would insist she put it in herself, it was important that she
learn how.  All the while he made sure she was aware of how long it was
going to take since he had already cum once.  Plus he made sure to have her
halt whenever he felt close to the edge, he wanted this to last as long as
possible.  Andrew caught each delicious second of her torment on film.  He
would enjoy watching it later while she blew him; the volume turned up
loud.

   Robin's painful coerced undulations did their work and Bill sensed he
could hold back no longer.  "After I fill you up with my cum you better
thank me proper." Grasping her hips tightly, with a final urgent thrust and
a tumultuous growl, Robin felt him buried totally inside her, swell and cum
explosively, shooting his seed deep inside, then abruptly pulling out and
stepping back.  Cum oozed from her distended hole.  Robin on the desk,
done. His sudden absence felt strange.  Pushing her defeated form up off
the marred surface, she turned around and dropped to her knees.  She
planted a kiss onto his boot and thanked him for fucking her ass.  It was
not what he intended.  Bill demanded a greater show of subjugation. 
"Bitch, when someone pulls their spent dick from you that's not how you
thank them.  Now get up here and lick this mess off me before I get angry
and have to do something we'll both regret."

   She looked at his flaccid, but still considerable penis, and cringed at
the disgusting sight before her.  The hated organ was smeared with a
mixture of her blood and filth and his cum.  Disbelief filled her senses
that she had actually taken that freakish rod in her ass and what was now
required.  Robin's will had been totally broken and any remaining defiance
shattered beyond repair by the brutal anal rape.  Having no fight left, she
meekly lifted her head to his stained prick and began to dutifully clean it
with her tongue.  The acrid smell filled her nostrils, the foul taste
making her want to vomit; somehow Robin resisted the strong urge, knowing
that they'd only make her clean it up as well.  She gently licked up and
down washing it, swirling her tongue and adding extra pressure on the
dirtier areas as needed.  Bile threatened to rise in her throat as she
labored on the nastier spots.  She continued her attention until he was
soft and she could take him easily into her throat, dragging her lips along
his skin and finishing by adding a few feathery kisses to his head and
licking the ridge underneath.

   Wordlessly, Bill put the spent tool back into his pants, patted her head
like a treasured family pet, and zipped up.  "Not bad for a first time. 
But you know what they say, practice makes perfect.  And you can expect to
get a lot of practice." He grabbed his crotch obscenely.  The contented
ogre walked over to Andrew and took the video camera from him.  "Your
turn." Bill had saved her cherry for the professor as promised.  He would
have enjoyed taking that from her as well, but that was not the deal. 
Besides he had wanted to break in her other hole even more.

   Andrew wasted little time.  Robin found herself positioned on her back,
legs hanging over the edge of the desk, cum seeping from her sore ass onto
the desktop.  He made her unzip him, pull his smaller, but still
respectable unit out, and stroke it.  Not needing much encouragement after
filming her anal rape.  Her hands found him to be ready and tumescent, she
gingerly rubbed and pulled at him.  He loved the feel of her smooth nervous
young hands on his hardness.  Her supple skin cool and refreshing
contrasted wickedly the heat he felt in his loins.

   Grasping his student firmly under her knees he lifted both legs
perpendicular to her prone body and spread them just a bit and slid her
butt farther off the desk.  Robin was made to grasp both legs and draw them
against her chest.  She held her virgin sex open for her teacher's
enjoyment.  His rigid dick held loosely in his right hand traced the
outlines of her cunt with the tip and sometimes tapped her with it.  "You
seem to be a little dry down here, if you want I'll let you take care of
that before I begin." Lifting her head from the desk, Robin looked at him
uncomprehending.  "Masturbate for me, get yourself nice and wet.  Show me
how you get off."

   Robin brought three fingers to her mouth and licked them.  They were
brought down to the delta between her legs and with two fingers she opened
herself up.  The third immediately went to and found the spot that she knew
so well.  Robin rubbed insistently in a little circular pattern alternating
pressure.  She felt herself moisten as her natural juices began to flow. 
Against her own desires, she started to enjoy the sensations as she did
what she had taught herself during all those sleepless nights spent alone.
What she knew would never fail to deliver the much-needed relief.

   An unwanted moan escaped her lips betraying her as did her tightening
nipples and closed eyes; none went unnoticed.  "Look at me, Robin." Her
opened eyes saw Andrew wickedly extend a hand towards her chest and grasp a
hard nipple firmly between his fingers.  He tweaked and twisted the nub,
playfully at first eliciting more moans, causing a slight shiver to run
through her writhing body, then pinching heavily creating some pain. 
Robin's breathing quickened yet still she continued.  With his free hand
Andrew placed his begging cock at the entrance to her now slick pussy,
"Breathe," and slid it in.  Robin gasped at the sudden intrusion.  She felt
a light pressure as he touched her hymen and then satisfaction as he burst
through it.  Her busy fingers stopped and she exhaled with a ragged yell
that could have been a moan.  Since he did not tell her to stop pleasuring
herself and since she had no wish to stop, Robin resumed.

   Strangely, she enjoyed the feeling of him inside her and the unfamiliar
fullness.  The teacher took her in a way she was not expecting.  He was a
gentle and considerate lover, taking her with unhurried strokes.  His cock
managing to find spots that she never knew about, sending waves of guilty
pleasure through her like little bolts of lightening.  Robin despised
herself for the feelings that were awoken inside her but was helpless
opposing them.  She worked in unison with her rapist trying desperately to
reach the badly needed and shamefully desired orgasm that was building,
despite the circumstances and her attempts otherwise Robin could not
prevent the sensations of pleasure from coming.  She was mortified and
blushed when he pointed out that she was pushing urgently against him,
meeting him thrust for thrust, with out being told to do so.  Shame filled
her as she begged him out of need to fuck her harder, to let her cum, and
to make her cum.  Finally, Robin gave in to the overpowering demand of her
primal urges and answered the call of instinct and need; she bucked wildly
trying to make it happen.

   The sight of the formally pristine virgin now fucking him madly like a
cheap hooker was all his dreams come true.  But it was time for one final
lesson.  When he sensed that she was nearing the edge, he quickened his
pace.  Cruelly, perhaps the cruelest thing he did to her yet, he grabbed
her busy hand and yanked it away stopping the inevitable relief that was a
few delirious seconds away.  At the same time he withdrew his cock and
pumped it a few times causing his own orgasm to erupt onto her glistening
skin.  The first spurt landed on her chin and neck, the second a thick rope
across one breast, the rest splattering on her stomach and thighs.  Robin
wailed out a pitiful "No!" She needed it so bad, and even that was denied.
She looked up; her hand still gripped tightly in his trying to force its
way back down, both her eyes and mouth begged, "please." It was a request
that would go unrequited.  "You don't get to come unless I say so, slave.
Understood?"

   In response Robin got down on all fours and thanked him in the same
attentive method Bill had taught her after using her ass.  After zipping up
he turned away from her and begun talking about inconsequential details
with Bill, like they were waiting for a bus and had not just raped her in
every orifice.  As they gathered their things Andrew tossed her a hotel
room key and told her a time.  Both men talked and with the exception of a
closing remark left the room as if she didn't exist, "Be a dear and clean
this up when you leave."

   Robin knelt on the floor naked, a trail of cum and her juices trickling
down her legs; she felt used and discarded.  She felt forgotten, less than
nothing.  Moments earlier she had been used in every hole available, taken
without any thought to her wishes or pleasure.  She had been treated like a
sex toy, forced to act like the cum slut they wanted her to be.  Robin
hated them for it and herself even more for going along with it and
allowing it to happen.  Despite all that her hand crept uncontrollably
between her legs and finished what her professor had started.

   When her body was done shaking from the most colossal and satisfying
orgasm she had ever given herself Robin got up and removed her clothes from
the garbage and put them on.  Without thinking, she left her bra and
panties behind.  She cleaned up the desk, returning it to its previous
unsullied condition and left, a seedy hotel room key tucked into her front
pocket.



   
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