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Canary
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OH, GOD...PLEASE...DON'T

By Canary

(Story codes:  Mf kidnap n/c? rape viol IR

Chapter One

My name is Lisa and I am a 28 year old woman with a nice (or so
I've been told) body.  I'm 5'5", 34b-25-34 with long black hair
that hangs to my butt and hazel eyes.  Over the past twelve years
I have been raped at least fifteen times.  Even though it hurts,
it's the only way I can get any satisfaction from sex so I
continually put myself in situations where rape is almost
inevitable.

I love the feeling of having my clothes ripped from my body and
being taken brutally by a man who cares nothing about my
feelings.  I can't help it   I just love it.  I'm going to tell
you about how I got this way.

It started when I was twelve.  My body was just beginning to
develop.  I had little walnut size breasts and just a light down
was beginning to grow between my little legs.  Even at that time,
I thought my hair was my best feature.  It was long and shiny and
I mostly wore it in a pony tail.  I was just at that stage
between girl and woman where I loved to pretend to be older than
I was, but at the same time I liked to play with dolls.

Then came the day Ken asked me to go to the school dance.  Ken
was sixteen and a sophomore in high school.  I was thrilled that
such a "man" would ask me out.  I asked my parents if I could go
and their answer was an emphatic NO!  I was too young to be able
to even think about dating.  I could start maybe when I was
fifteen or sixteen.  But I was a strong-willed child and I kept
pestering them until they finally agreed that I could go, but my
dad had to drive us both to the dance and pick us up right after
it was over.  I argued and argued that it was only a few blocks
and we could walk home but there was no budge in them.  It was
their way or not at all.

I wondered what I should wear.  I cajoled my mother into letting
me buy a new dress for the dance.  At the store I wanted to get
an off-the-shoulder very short party dress but my mother wouldn't
hear of it.  We finally settled on a pretty pink dress with a
v-neck that came just above my knees.  I wanted to get a padded
bra, but again my mother said no.  (I had been wearing training
bras up until this point.)  We finally found a double A cup that
would fit and she relented and let me get it.  My only real
victory however was the pair of high healed shoes and the pink
frilly panties that would complete my outfit.

On the night of the dance, I started to get ready at 5:00 o'clock
and was really ready by 6:00.  My mother put on a little rouge
and some eye shadow and some really light lip stick.  When Ken
arrived I was sitting in a chair in the living room waiting for
him.  I saw his eyes go wide when he saw me.  I think he wanted
to say something nasty (he was always teasing me about having
"big tits" which, of course, wasn't true but it did make me feel
good) but I saw him sort of bite his lip and all he said was "Hi
Lisa.  You really look nice tonight."

"So do you," I told him.  He was dressed in a white shirt with a
long black tie and black slacks and he really did look good to
me.  He timidly held out a corsage for me.  I looked at my mother
for guidance.

"That's really nice Ken," she said.  "Why don't you pin it on
her?"  I saw my father looking daggers at her, but she knew that
I was growing up and tried to give me a little more leeway than
my dad.  Ken hands were shaking as he lifted the neck of the
dress off of my left shoulder and pinned on the corsage.

After my dad took pictures of the two of us together, we piled
into the back seat of his beat up old Chevy and were off.  When
my dad pulled up in front of the school there were a lot of kids
milling around outside, but he insisted that we go straight into
the gym which had been set up for the dance.  As we got out of
the car I felt butterflies in my stomach.  I really wasn't as
sure of myself as I pretended to be.

Inside, I was sort of in awe of how the gymnasium had changed. 
There were red and blue streamers hung everywhere.  There was a
table at one side where they were serving punch and the lights
were turned down low.  At one end there was a small stage with a
microphone on it.  I say Mr. Smith, the principle, talking with
two of the teachers who had agreed to be chaperons near the
microphone.  "Welcome to the annual spring dance," he said.  "We
are all here to have a good time so if you're thinking of causing
trouble... don't.  Anyone caught drinking or rough housing will
be expelled from the dance and you're parents will be called to
pick you up.  Now, with that said, it's time for FUN.  Let the
dance begin."

With that the band began playing a currently popular song.  I
watched as Mr. Smith turn off the microphone and lea the stage. 
I felt a hand on my arm and turned to look at Ken.  "Do you want
to get some punch?" he asked loudly trying to rise above the
noise of the band.  I nodded and we headed for the table where
they were serving it.

We stood drinking punch and watching the couples gyrating on the
floor in front of us.  We had just finished our drinks when the
band went into a slow number and Ken asked me to dance.  I held
him stiffly at arms length as my dad had taught me, but he pulled
me close to him and I decided to go with the flow.  It felt kind
of good to have my little breasts pushing into his chest.

When the song ended, we were in the darkest corner of the dance
floor.  We walked to an even darker spot and he turned to me and
gave me my very first kiss.  I mean like my very first real kiss,
not like you get from your aunt or something.  I felt his tongue
at my lips and I opened my mouth to permit it access.  I mean, I
thought it was kind of gross, but I'd heard some of the older
girls at school talking about French kissing.  After a while
though, it felt sort of good and I pushed my tongue back wanting
to see what it was all about.  That felt kind of good too.

Then his hand went to my right breast and I didn't know what to
do so I just stood there and let him do it.  I could feel my
little nipples growing hard as he squeezed.  He released my
breast and put both arms around me with one hand going down to
grip my little ass.  He whispered in my ear, "let's sneak out of
here and go someplace where we can fuck."

That shook me out of my lethargy and I pushed both hands against
his chest pulling away from him.  Before I thought, I slapped him
across the face as hard as I could.  "You little bitch," he
snarled.  "I do you the honor of taking you out and you don't
even want to give me a little."

I wheeled and walked across the dance floor, not caring that I
was bumping into people that were dancing.  I couldn't think of
anything but that I wanted to get out of there.  Tears were
streaming down my face.  I had thought he really liked me.

I spotted the front door and raced out past the two seniors who
were standing there as monitors.  I heard one of them yelling as
I went through, but I ignored them and started to run.  I ran for
about a block and finally stopped, panting heavily.  I waited
until my breath returned to normal and stood there thinking. 
What should I do now?  Maybe I should have listened to my
parents.  Maybe I was too young to date.  Well, there was nothing
for it, I'd just have swallow my pride and walk home.  It was
only seven or eight blocks.

I'd barely started to walk when a car full of young black
teenagers drove slowly by.  "Hey honky," yelled one of them. 
"Want a little of my black meat?"  I tensed.  

I heard the driver say, "Leave her alone Kurt.  She's not even
old enough to bleed."  Then the car roared away into the night. 
I was starting to get really scared now.  I forced myself to go
forward, walking a little faster now.

An old pickup truck pulled up beside me.  "Hey Lisa," the driver
yelled.  "Are you okay?"  It was Mr. Phillips.  He was sort a
handy man that everybody hired to do odd jobs around the
neighborhood.  I remembered he had installed some windows for my
dad.  I walked over to the open window and peered in.  "You
shouldn't be out this late at night," he said.  "Particularly not
in this neighborhood."

He was right.  It was sort of a run down area that went for about
three blocks before it turned into nice houses again.  "I'm
okay," I said.  "I'm just on my way home from a dance."

"Your parents should know better than to let you walk after dark
on a night like this," he said disapprovingly.  "Hop in and I'll
give you a ride."

I hesitated.  I couldn't tell him what had really happened. 
Well, he'd always been very nice to me when he was working around
the house last summer.  I opened the door and climbed into the
truck.

I leaned back into the soft cushions of the seat, listening to
the soft music that came from the radio.  My reverie  was
interrupted by his voice.  "I have to make a quick stop and then
I'll take you home."  An alarm went off in my head, but I told
myself I was just being silly.  I said, "Okay."

He turned right and eventually pulled up in front of a darkened
house that I knew was his home.  Leaving the engine running he
got out.  "I'll just be a minute," he said.  I saw him fitting
the keys into the door.  The lights came on and through the
window I saw him walking away toward the back of the house.

He was gone less than five minutes and came out of the house
carrying a big paper bag.  He locked up and came walking toward
my side of the truck.  "Can I set this on the floor by your
feet?"  he asked.  "It might rain and I don't want it to get
wet."

Without waiting for an answer he opened my door and more alarms
went off in my head.  But he simply set it on the floor by my
feet, closed the door and walked around to get back in the
truck.

He pulled down the road for about half a block under a big tree
and stopped.  There were no street lights and it was very dark. 
"I want to show you something, Lisa," he said.  With that he
pressed something hard against my side and suddenly it felt as if
my whole body had been stuck into a giant light socket.  He
covered my mouth with his big hand to silence my cries and
continued the shocking he was doing.

When he removed the thing, I couldn't talk or move.  I knew
everything that was going on around me, but I was paralyzed.  He
pulled away from the curb and roared out of the city.  He talked
to me as he drove.  His voice took on an evil tone.  "That was a
stun gun cunt.  It'll wear off in about 15 minutes or so and
you'll be fine."  He cackled.  "Well, maybe not fine, but you'll
be back to feeling normal.  I mean normal for a slut like you."

He drove for maybe ten minutes and pulled off to the side of the
road.  He was right in that I was already getting some feeling
back in my arms.  He reached into the bag by my feet and pulled
out a roll of duct tape. He quickly taped my hands behind my back
and then put a piece over my mouth.  "I don't want to hear your
caterwauling until we get there," he said harshly.  I wondered
numbly what caterwauling was as he pulled back out onto the
highway.  I was really scared now and tears were rolling down my
face.

We drove for what seemed like a very long time although in
looking back it was probably only about twenty minutes.  He
turned off onto a dirt road and drove back for about a mile
between the trees.   He pulled into a clearing and stopped,
turning off the engine.  "You're home bitch," he said.

He reached over and grabbed my left breast and began squeezing. 
I struggled, but there was really nothing I could do to stop him.
 Suddenly he yelled, "Ouch" as he jabbed himself on the pin of my
corsage.  I felt a little sense of victory when that happened,
but it was short-lived as he simply removed the pin and threw the
corsage on the floor.

He reached across me, opened his glove compartment and removed a
flashlight.  He shined it in my eyes.  "You stay put cunt," he
snarled.  "I've got to go turn on the generator for the lights."


While he was gone, I tried to open the door with my feet.  I got
it open too, but when I pushed the door open to jump out, he was
standing right there.  He grinned evilly.  "Going somewhere,
Slut?"

I tried to kick him in the face, but he simply grabbed my feet
and pulled me out of the truck.  He picked me up and carried me,
kicking and screaming through my gag, into the house.

He let me down and reached for the light switch.  As the lights
came on, I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could and tried to
force my way around him.  "You Bitch," he growled and hit me hard
in the stomach with his big fist.

I went down and rolled into a fetal position, unable to use my
hands to hold my stomach.  "Why to we have to do this the hard
way," he sighed and pulled the stun gun from his pocket.  He
placed it directly against my left breast and I felt the
electricity flowing through me again.  I a few seconds I was once
again paralyzed.

I felt myself being carried into another room.  He flipped on the
lights with his elbow and threw me on a big bed, rolled me over
and untaped my hands.  The skirt of my dress had scrunched up and
I knew he could see the pretty pink panties that I had been so
proud of.  I wished I could move so I could pull my skirt down,
but the effects of the stun gun hadn't worn off yet.

He rolled me back over, wrapped a dirty rag around my right wrist
and tied it with a rope coming from the corner of the bed. 
"Wouldn't want to get rope burns on that pretty pink skin of
your," he cackled.  He repeated the procedure with my left arm
and then walked to the bottom of the bed to tie my feet with
ropes coming from the other two corners of the bed.

He pulled the tape from my mouth and sat down in a chair watching
me   waiting for the feeling to come back into my body.  I
finally felt the effects of the stun gun wearing off, but I held
perfectly still, hoping to put off what was coming as long as
possible.  It didn't work, however, for I heard him say in an
almost kindly way, "I know you're awake Lisa."

I rolled my head to the left and looked at him.  "Why are you
doing this to me?" I croaked.

He ignored my question.  "Are you thirsty?  Your voice sounds a
little hoarse."  I noticed that the look of wildness had gone
from his eyes.  Then I realized that my mouth and throat were
extremely dry, apparently on of the after effects of having been
stunned twice.  I nodded.

"I'll get you something," he said.  He got up from the chair and
walked from the room.  I could hear the sounds of running water
in the other room.  Then he returned with a tall glass of water
and a straw in his hand.  "Sorry that I didn't have any ice, but
I used it all to keep everything cold until I got here.  But I
left the water run for a little bit so it should be fairly
cold."

I wondered what he was talking about but didn't say anything.  He
sat the water on the stand beside the bed and put a pillow under
my head.  He lifted my head and brought the straw to my lips.  I
drank greedily.  When he took the glass away, I was still thirsty
but he said, "That's enough.  Wouldn't want you to pee the bed. 
Although it wouldn't matter too much.  I put a plastic cover
underneath the sheet."

He went back to the chair and sat down.  "Now," he began,
speaking softly.  "You asked a question and it deserves an
answer."  I wondered what he was talking about.  "You wanted to
know why I was doing this to you.  Let me explain.  I have brain
cancer and four months ago they gave me a year less to live.  All
my life I've wanted to get a little girl and rape her."  

He paused, letting what he had said sink in.  Fear overtook me. 
He was actually going to force his ugly thing inside my little
body.  I remembered the sex education we had in school.  When I
had seen the movie they had shown I had decided then that I would
never let a man do that to me.  Now it was going to happen.

He continued.  "The thing that kept me from doing it was that I
knew I would be caught and I didn't want to spend the rest of my
life in jail.  Now, it doesn't matter.  I'm going to die anyway.
So, when they find us, which I  figure will take about a week as
I'm not trying very hard to hide, I'll try to work it so that
they kill me right then.  If that doesn't work, I'll still have
to spend less than eight months in jail."

"Now you know what's going to happen.  It's late and I'm sure
we're both very tired so let's get some sleep."  Sleep?  He had
just said he was going to rape me and he wants me to sleep?  I
started to cry.  Tears were running down my face.  He dried my
tears with a soft cloth.  "There, there little one.  I won't be
so bad.  You'll see.  You might even learn to like it."

He pulled a cot over beside the bed, threw a pillow on it, and
turned out the lights.  I laid there crying softly.  Maybe this
was just all a bad dream.  Maybe I'd wake up and find myself safe
in my own bed at home.  I heard him cough in his sleep, realized
it wasn't a dream, and began to cry even harder.  "Try to keep it
down," he said.  "We've got a big day tomorrow and we both need
our rest.  That is, unless you'd like me to rape you right now."
That shut me up.  I closed my eyes as tight as they would go and
gritted my teeth, but I didn't let any sound come out, even
though tears were still streaming down my face.  Eventually I
fell into a fitful sleep.


Chapter 2

I awoke when the lights came on.  "It's time," he shouted.  The
madness had come back into his eyes.  He was totally naked and
his cock stood out in front of him.  It was huge and I just knew
it would never fit inside of me.  I had stuck my little finger in
there one time and even that hurt.

I screamed as he jumped on the bed and straddled my waist.  He
gripped the v-neck of my dress and  ripped it down to my waist. 
"Can't wait to see those little tits of yours," he snarled.  He
grabbed my bra with both hands and tore it like it was tissue
paper.  "Oh yes, really small ones.  I like really small ones."

He grabbed one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and
twisted really hard.  I screamed and screamed.  "OH
GOD...PLEASE...DON'T."  He ignored me and twisted even harder.

Finally, he let go and leaned over to take a nipple between his
lips.  That seemed to help some of the pain in my small tit. 
Then he bit down and I screamed again.  I thought he was going to
tear it all the way off.  When he raised up, there was blood, my
blood, running from the corner of his mouth.

"Please,' I begged.  "No more."  

He climbed off of my waist and tore my dress the rest of the way
down.  "Got to get the cunt," he mumbled.  He ripped off my
panties leaving my body completely naked before him.  He jumped
between my legs.  He centered himself against my little opening.

"NO...DON'T...HELP ME...SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME...he pushed
forward...OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOOO...he pushed harder, decimating my
cherry...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I screamed, oh god how I screamed as he plunged in and out and in
and out of me.  My whole body was nothing but one mass of pain. 
He plunged, withdrew, plunged, withdrew and then I felt him
stiffen and knew he was spurting his white cum into my previously
pure body.

He pulled out and climbed off of me.  "That'll take some of the
edge off."  I could feel his scum and my blood, my virgin blood
flowing out of my torn opening.  I wanted to curl up in a little
ball and die, but the ropes kept me from doing it.  He squatted
between my legs and looked at my wounded cunt.  "Oh, did I hurt
my little baby," he said soothingly.  "Too bad.  It really felt
good for me."

He got up and walked out of the room.  He returned with a white
pan filled with soapy water and a wash cloth.  He gently washed
the area between my legs.  As the washcloth passed over the torn
hole of my vagina a new rush of pain flowed over me.  And then it
hit my sensitive clit and suddenly the pain was mixed with
pleasure.

When he had me clean, he produced a bottle of baby oil and
squirted a lot of it right on the opening of my cunt.  He put
some oil on his finger and began gently massaging my clit.  I
didn't want to, but I couldn't help it.  I began to moan softly
with the pleasure of it.  He stuck a finger inside of me.  It
hurt,  but the pleasure felt so good.

He added a second finger and then a third and the pain increased
but so did the pleasure as he leaned forward an suckled on my
right nipple.  He increase the tempo going faster and faster  
suckling faster and harder, rubbing my clit faster, teasing it
with his finger and running those three fingers in and out of my
cunt.

The pain increased. The pleasure increased.  I couldn't help
myself.  "Oh yessss keep it up.  It feels so gooooooooood.  Don't
stop.  Please don't stop."  Then the orgasm  flowed over me and I
began to shake all over.  It was twice as good, no, five time as
good as when I had masturbated at home.

He jumped between my legs.  I was shocked to see that he was hard
again.  He rammed himself into me and the pain started all over
again.  But then he reached between our bodies and began to
massage my clit and he leaned forward and began to suckle on my
left nipple.  That was kind of weird.  The nipple was still sore
from where he had bit it before, but it felt so good with pain
and pleasure all mixed in together.

The pain/pleasure started driving me once again up the ladder
toward what I knew would be a massive orgasm.   "Yessss...fuck
me....fuck me harder...oh, God...I'm going to Coommme."  And Cum
I did.  Even better than before.  Even more intense than before
as I felt him tense and shoot his load inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me gasping.  His weight drove me into the
mattress, making it hard to breathe.  "Could you please get off
of me," I asked.  I can't breathe."

He rolled to the side of me still gasping.  "Sorry about that,"
he said after he caught his breath.  "I should have rolled off
right away."

"It okay," I said softly and, God help me, if my arms had been
free I would have cuddled up in his arms.

He chuckled.  "You really enjoyed that didn't you."

"No, I hated it.  You RAPED me."

He laughed out loud.  "That I did Lassie, but you liked it the
second time.  You really got off on it."

A feeling of shame washed over me.  Here I was less than an hour
away from having been violently raped and when he raped me the
second time I had actually ENJOYED it.  As a matter of fact I had
begged him not to stop.

"Yes, I did," I said timidly.

We laid there for a while and his soft breathing told me he had
fallen asleep.  I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep,
satiated sleep.

When I awoke a few hours later, it was to the smell of frying
bacon.  He came to the door and looked in holding a dishtowel in
his hand.  "Ah, I see you're awake little one," he said.  "Are
you hungry?"  I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten since this
ordeal had started and the smell of the bacon was making my
stomach growl.  I nodded.

"Well, we'll get you up and you can go to the bathroom.  It's
almost ready."

My heart jumped but I tried not to let it show.  He was going to
untie me.  Maybe I could figure out how to get away if I was free
to move.  He went to a drawer and pulled out a short chain like
thing and a pair of handcuffs.  My heart dropped.

"I think your just about ready to be left free to run around the
house, but I'm not sure.  So I designed this."  He held up a
chain with two circles on the ends.  He pointed to the circles. 
"These are hose clamps from a semi tractor trailer.  I welded a
little loop on top of the adjustment knob.  Had a hell of a time
with that.  Kept welding the adjustment knob to itself.  But I
finally got it.  All I have to do is open them up and wind one
around each of your ankles and tighten it down."  He held up a
lock.  Then all I have to do is lock either end of the chain to
the hose clamp and you'll be able to walk, but only if you take
baby steps."  He looked like he was very proud of himself.

He proceeded to attach the rings to each of my ankles, attached
the one chain, untied my leg and quickly brought my leg over and
attached the other chain.  He held up the handcuffs.  "I put a
longer chain between this so you'd be able to eat and so forth
without being to uncomfortable."

"Thanks for caring so much about my comfort," I said, my voice
dripping with sarcasm.

He attached one cuff to my left wrist, untied it and rolled me to
my right attaching the other cuff to my right wrist.  The final
rope was untied and I at least had minimal freedom.  "Come on,"
he said.  "I'll take you to the bathroom."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. 
My legs were so weak from being held in one place that I would
have fallen if he hadn't caught me.  Slowly, my coordination came
back as we walked the short distance to the bathroom.

Once there, he pointed out all the things I would need  
washcloth, towel, toothbrush, comb, brush, etc.  "I'll leave you
to yourself, but please be quick about it, breakfast is almost
ready."  Then he left, locking the door behind him.

For the first time since this whole ordeal had begun, I was
alone.  I quickly washed my face and ran a brush though my hair.
I looked at myself in the mirror.  Except for the bite mark on my
left breast, I didn't look much different than I ever had.  I
stood up on a little chair that was sitting in the corner to look
at my lower half.  I was amazed that even there I still looked
the same except that maybe my pussy lips were a little puffier
than the used to be.

Standing on the chair suddenly gave me an idea.  I quickly moved
the chair beside the door and stood on it.  I waited about five
minutes and then I heard the key turning in the door.  "I hope
you're finished because breakfast is ready."  He walked into the
room, trying to see where I was.  His back was to me and I
jumped.  I brought my arms around his head and tried to bring the
chain between my handcuffs down to hit his adam's apple.

My aim was off and the chain caught him on the chin.  He reached
up quickly and grabbed my hands and pulled forward so that I was
hanging across his back like a kid getting a piggy-back ride.  He
pushed a chair away from the table, turned and sat me down on it
 hard!  His entire weight landed right on my legs and I thought
for a minute that he may have broken them.  

He lifted my arms over his head and back and stood up.  He turned
and I saw that the chains had made a nasty gash in his chin. 
Blood was running from it down his neck.  He looked mad enough to
kill.

I was surprised when he didn't say a word.  He simply slid my
chair into the table walked to the sink and wet a towel which he
applied to his chin.  He came back to the table and sat down. 
"Eat," he said simply.  I looked down at my plate.  There was
bacon and home fries and scrambled eggs.  In the center of the
table was a plate with ham slices.

I was really scared to death, but the aroma of the food started
my stomach to rumbling so I picked up my fork and began eating. 
We ate in silence.  I finished everything on my plate and even
had two extra slices of ham.  When I had eaten my fill a funny
thought crossed my mind and I started to giggle.

He looked across the table at me with questioning eyes.  "I just
thought how funny it was to be sitting here eating with both of
us naked."  I was hoping to take his mind off of the fact that I
had tried to kill him or at least hurt him bad enough that I
could escape.

He smiled.  "I guess it is funny considering the circumstances. 
Before my wife died we used to do it all the time, though.  You
know, we'd wake up in the morning and have great sex and it just
didn't seem to be worth the effort to get dressed when we knew
that when we were done eating we were going right back to bed to
fuck again."  It had never occurred to me that he had been
married.  Then a terrible thought hit me.  Now that he had eaten
was he going to rape me again?  I felt a knot at the pit of my
stomach and thought I might lose all the food I had just eaten.

He removed the towel from his face and I saw that the cut in his
chin was not nearly as bad as I had expected.  The blood was
already starting to coagulate.  He pushed his chair back from the
table and smiled at me.  "Thank you," he said warmly.

I frowned.  Something was wrong.  He was being too nice.  "For
what?" I asked.

"Let me explain.  When I left you alone in the bathroom this
morning it was a test to see if you could be trusted.  I had
figured you might try something although I must admit that what
you did really surprised me.  If you had been just a little
faster or I had been a little slower in ducking, you might have
really  escaped.  You should be proud of yourself for that.  I
had expected you to try to go through the unlocked window over
the shower.  As a matter of fact, I already had breakfast ready
when I took you there.  I kept it warm in the oven.   I waited
outside the window long enough to see if you were going to try it
and then came back in and unlocked the door and you know the
rest.  What I was thanking you for was letting me know that you
still haven't accepted the fact that you are here until they find
us and kill me.  Now that I know you can't be trusted, I know
what to do when we have oral sex tomorrow."

I frowned.  "Oral sex?"

"I'm going to put my dick in you mouth and fuck you that way."

I scrunched up my face.  "That's disgusting."

"Well, enough of this chit-chat.  Come along."  He got up and
walked toward the bedroom.  I followed obediently, knowing that
if I didn't he would just drag me in there anyway and I couldn't
really run in my shackles.

In the bedroom he removed my handcuffs and shackles.  Apparently
he wasn't really concerned since he was so much stronger than I
was anyway.  He threw me on the bed and, before I could even
catch my breath he was on top of me.  He spread my legs and
rammed himself into me as hard as he could.  It hurt, but not
nearly as bad as it had before and I just gasped.  He grabbed my
nipples and squeezed.  He pulled them out to the sides until I
thought for sure he was going to rip them off.

I screamed and screamed.  "STOP IT, YOUR HURTING ME...PLEASE
STOP...OH GOD...AAAIIIEEEEE."

"Get off on the pain,"  he said.  "You can do it."  And then I
felt it.  An indescribable pleasure running from my cunt right up
through the screaming pain in my tits.  I wrapped my legs around
his ass and forced myself harder onto his raging cock.

"Oh yesssss...fuck me...fuck me harder...make your little slut
come...oh, it's so gooood...oh, yess, yes, yes...I'm
cccccccccoooooooooommmmmmming."  An indescribable pleasure washed
over me.  It felt like my whole body was nothing but a shaking,
quivering mass of happiness.

I knew then that this was what I was born for   to serve this man
  my man   my rapist.  But he didn't stop until he had driven me
through three more shattering orgasms.  Then I felt him stiffen
and start jerking inside me and I knew that he was shooting his
man cream into me.

I felt him softening inside me and then he pulled out of me and 
rolled off.  I rolled toward him and cuddled against him in his
arms.  "Thank you for teaching me what its like to be a real
woman," I said softly.

For some reason, I felt warm and comfortable with him.  You could
almost say I loved him.  I fell asleep lying there in his arms.

I awoke some time later and knew that he was still asleep as he
was snoring softly.  I noticed that he had cuffed my right wrist
to his left one.  I wondered if he hadn't done that if I would
have tried to escape.  I was terribly confused.  I wanted to get
away and yet I didn't.  Well, it wasn't important since I
couldn't get away.  I fell back to sleep still trying to figure
out how I felt.

He took me twice more that day, each time adding some element of
pain to go with the exquisite pleasure.  The second time he made
me stick needles through my own nipples to add the pain.  God did
that ever hurt, but when I orgasmed that time it was even better
than anything that had gone before.


Chapter Three

We went to sleep in the same bed that night, Bill (for thus he
told me to call him) having abandoned the cot for the comforts of
a mattress and springs.  I was still restrained although not as
severely as I had been the previous night.  He had simply
handcuffed my hands around a post in the head board.

When we awoke, the day went similar to the previous day.  He
shackled me and locked me in the bathroom to clean up.  I checked
the window over the tub, but he had added a padlock to it so I
couldn't get out that way.  Deciding that there was no way out, I
cleaned up and sat on the chair to await his return.  I still
wanted to escape, but I no longer wanted to hurt Bill in the
process.

We had a big breakfast of corn beef hash, fried eggs, sausage
patties and toast.  He asked me if I wanted coffee, but I told
him I didn't drink it so he gave me a soft drink.  I realized
that we had only had one meal yesterday so I figured I'd better
eat as much as I could so I went back for seconds and even thirds
on the sausage patties.

When we were finished, he piled the dishes on the counter and ran
water in the sink to wash them.  "I'll wash if you'll dry," he
said.  As I stood there drying a plate, I thought that we were
just like a married couple taking care of the household chores. 
I had seen my parents do the same thing before, but of course
they weren't naked at the time.  I wondered if this was what it
was like with his wife before she died.

"Well, might as well get with it," he said when the last dish
fork was put away.

I felt my stomach do flip-flops.  "Get with what?"  I asked
timidly.

"I promised you I was going to fuck your mouth today. 
Remember?"

I scrunched up my nose.  "Do you have to.  I mean, that's the
most disgusting thing I've ever heard of.  I don't want to do
it."

I saw some of the wildness come back into his eyes.  "You slut! 
What the hell do you think it matters what you want?  Just
because I've tried to be a little nice to you doesn't mean that
I'm still not going to rape you in every way possible.  Besides
you didn't like it when I fucked your cunt the first time and now
you can't get enough of it."

I felt a lump rising in my throat.  He had a point.  I did like
it when he fucked me even though there was always pain with it. 
"I'm sorry," I said hesitantly, "its just that I think I'm
falling in love with you."

He softened immediately.  "Don't do that," he said.  "You know
that I'll be dead within the next few days.  I like you a lot
more than I did when I first kidnapped you, but I won't let
myself care too much and neither can you."

I started to cry.  "Oh shit, don't do that," he said.  

I walked over to him and he took me in his arms.  "It's not that
I want to die, little one,  I just don't have a choice," he said
softly.  I laid my head on his chest and continued to sob.  He
picked me up in his still strong arms and carried me into the
bedroom.

He laid me gently on the bed.  "It's alright," I told him, "you
can fuck my mouth if you really want to."

He gave me a cock-eyed grin.  "Oh, I intended to,"  he said. 
"But first, I want to show you something."  He removed my
shackles and the handcuffs.  He carefully moved me to the center
of the bed.

Climbing on the bed himself he told me to spread my legs and I
complied.  He crawled between them and, supporting him self on
his elbows leaned forward.  I could feel his hard cock laying
against my belly as he kissed me gently.

He darted his tongue out and liked my lips.  I opened my mouth
slightly and his tongue darted inside.  I pushed back with my
tongue and entered his mouth and then we were running our tongues
all around each other.  I could feel myself getting wet between
my legs.  His kisses felt so good.

He broke the kiss and started licking down my neck.  He came back
up and nibbled on my ear lobe.  I was moaning loudly as he moved
back down until he reached my right tit.  He circled the nipple
with his tongue and sucked gently.  "Oh god," I moaned.  "That
feels so good."  He looked up at me and grinned.  When he came
back down he was nibbling on my other tit.

Leaving my tits, he licked his way down my belly, circling, but
not entering my belly button.  Ever so slowly he licked down my
left thigh then jumped across and liked up the right one.  Then
suddenly he was at my pussy, licking my clit like a madman.  I
was getting hotter and hotter as I felt his tongue enter me.

He continued this until I just couldn't take it any more.  "Fuck
me," I moaned.  "Fuck me now."  He raised up and I felt his cock
pressing at the opening of my cunt.  He pushed in gently until he
was all the way inside me.  I was shocked.  It didn't hurt at
all, it just felt so good, so very very good.

I wrapped my legs around him and he began moving in and out of
me.  I was moaning and moaning.  "Oh, yes...that's sooo
good...fuck me...yesss...don't stop."  He kept going and going
and I was getting higher and higher.  But for what ever reason, 
I just couldn't seem to come.

"I'm close...so close,"  I moaned.  "Hurt me some where...let me
come...please let me come."  He reached up with both hands and
grabbed my nipples.  He squeezed them hard and then started
twisting them almost all the way around.  As he pulled them away
from my body as far as they would go and then pulled them
farther, I screamed.  "Yesssss...that's it...I'm
cccccccccccooooooommmmming."  My whole body shock as wave after
wave of intense pleasure/pain flowed over me.  I thought I would
never come down.  I felt him stiffen and shoot his jism into me
and I came again even harder.

He stayed inside me, just holding still until I felt him soften
and slip out.  He rolled off and I rolled into his arms.  "That
was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," I said.  I felt
warm and safe in his arms.

I woke up about two hours later still untied.  I could tell from
his regular breathing that he was still asleep.  I gently
disengaged my self from his arms and rolled to the other side of
the bed.  This was the chance I had been waiting for.  I listened
to be sure he was still asleep, crawled out of bed and tiptoed
carefully to the kitchen.  The clock on the wall told me that it
was almost noon.

It suddenly occurred to me that when we had first come in and he
was having trouble controlling me, he had thrown his truck keys
into a corner on the counter.  I walked over and saw that they
were still there.  I had never driven before, but I had watched
my dad and I was sure I could do it.  I picked up the keys and
started out the front door.  I paused to think for a minute.

An hour later, I opened the bedroom door and turned on the light.
 "Hey sleepy head," I said.  "Lunch is ready."

He wasn't really awake.  "Huh?  Lunch?  LUNCH???"  He came fully
awake.  "Hey, what the fuck are you doing up untied?"

I laughed.  "And you didn't think you could trust me."  I paused
and got serious.  "I TOLD you I love you and even if you're going
to die, I'll still remember the time we have together."

He sat up on the edge of the bed.  Suddenly he grabbed his head
in both hands and screamed.  "Pills," he gasped.  "On top of the
refrigerator."

I stood stock still for a minute and then I went into action.  I
ran to the sink and turned on the water as I was going to the
refrigerator.  I grabbed the pills and a glass from the
countertop and ran water into it as I went by.  I ran to the
bedroom.

When I got there, he was lying on the bed shaking all over.  I
sat the glass on the nightstand and opened the pill bottle.  I
glanced at the label.  Take one or two as needed, it said.  I
poured two from the bottle.  "You've got to sit up," I told him.
He continued to shake, but managed to pull himself upright.  I
literally pushed the two pills into his mouth and held the water
to his lips.  He swallowed.

He fell back to the bed still shaking.  Now that I had done what
I could do I fell apart.  I jumped on the bed beside him crying
and sobbing.  "Don't leave me Bill.  Not yet.  You haven't even
done everything you want to do to me."  He continued to shake all
over and I continued to beg him not to die.

After about five minutes the shaking stopped.  He was perfectly
still and I thought he was gone.  I threw myself on top of him
beating his chest and crying.  "DAMN YOU!  GOD DAMN YOU!!  YOU
JUST BEGIN TO TEACH ME WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT AND NOT...".  I
couldn't continue.

"I'm not dead yet," he said quietly.  "But if you keep beating me
up, I could be."

"DAMN YOU!,"  I screamed.  "You scared me to death."

"I'm sorry."  He sounded remorseful.  "It's the way my cancer
works.  One of these days soon, I'll go into one of these
episodes and I won't come out of it."  He ran his hand over the
top of my head.  It was a gentle touch and it felt good.  He
cheered up a little.  "But it hasn't happened yet so we can
continue with your lessons."

I was laying with my head on his chest facing his feet.  I looked
at his cock.  It was soft and wrinkled, not hard and raging as it
sometimes was.  I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand
around it.  It began to stir a little.  I ran my hand down to the
sack that hung beneath it.  I could feel the two hard nuts that
it contained.  What had they called them in school?  Oh yes,
testicles.

I got onto my knees and moved down to where I could examine him
more closely.  I kept my left hand on his balls and moved my
right hand down to wrap it around his cock.  It stirred even
more, not completely hard but definitely longer and a little
firmer.  I couldn't believe he intended to put this thing in my
mouth.  Still, I wondered what it would taste like.  I leaned
forward, stuck my tongue out and just licked the tip.  I heard
him moan softly.  He was right, it didn't taste too bad.

I opened as wide as I could and took the head into my mouth.  It
was fully hard now.  The head was sort of, I don't know how to
describe it   it was soft yet very hard.  I ran my tongue around
it and then took him in deeper.  I heard him chuckle.  "Hey,
Little One,"
he said.  "I'm the one that's supposed to be raping you.  Not the
other way around."
I would have laughed, but my mouth was otherwise occupied.

I started bobbing my head up and down, taking him as deeply as I
could.  It hit the start of my throat and I gagged, so I backed
off a little.  Instinctively I put my hand around the part still
sticking out and jacked it up and down.  I felt the head getting
even bigger in my mouth and I knew he was going to shoot.  I
tried to back off, but his hands came down and held me firmly in
place.  Then my mouth was filled with his sticky goo.  I tried to
hold it in my mouth so I could spit it out later, but he punched
the sides of my cheeks with his fingers.  I instinctively
swallowed and felt the slimy stuff sliding down my throat.  I was
surprised.  I actually liked the taste.  I wanted all of it.  I
sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.  The spurts became
smaller and smaller and then finally ended all together.  I
swallowed one last time and then slide up and lay down with my
head on his shoulder.  He brought his hand down and squeezed my
small left butt cheek.  It felt good.  "That was really
fantastic," he said softly.

I looked up into his eyes.  "Did I do okay?" I asked.

"You did just fine," he said quietly.  He paused.  "But you do
have to learn to take it all the way down your throat."

I remembered the gagging.  It hadn't felt good.  "It would never
fit."

He chuckled.  God, but I loved that little laugh of his.  "Yes,
it will," he said.

He had been right about everything else, I thought.  But there
was no possible way he could be right about this.

We lay there quietly for a while.  Finally, he stirred. " I don't
know about you," he said.  "But I have to go to the bathroom and
we both need a shower."  We got up and walked to the bathroom
together.

I watched in fascination as he lifted the toilet seat and pointed
his cock toward the bowl.  I had never seen a man piss before  
it looked weird having always to sit myself.  As his water
started to splash in the bowl I impulsively said, "Can I hold
it?"  The stream immediately stopped.

He looked at me and grinned.  "Sure," he said, removing his
hand.

His cock immediately sagged.  I reached out and grabbed it.  I
pointed it back toward the bowel.  Nothing happened.  "Don't
squeeze it so tight, Little One.  You're holding back my piss." 
I loosened my grip and watched as the golden stream resumed.

After I relieved myself he turned on the shower and we climbed in
together.  He lathered my body.  It felt good having his slippery
hands run over me.  When he soaped my breasts I began to get
horny and when he slipped his hand between my legs I almost came
right then and there.  When he finished, he told me it was my
turn.

I took the soap and washcloth from him, lathered it and began to
wash him down.  When I got to his cock, it hardened immediately.
I rinsed it off and dropped to my knees.  I opened my mouth and
took it in.  I tried really hard to take him into my throat,
because I knew that was what he wanted.  But I always gagged when
it got to the back of my throat and I just couldn't do it.

He let me suck for a while and then put his hand under my arms
and pulled me upright.  He lifted me easily in the air so that my
cunt was level with his cock.  He positioned me correctly and
lowered me so that he was imbedded inside me.  It didn't hurt at
all anymore.  I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed me back
against the shower wall.  As he began to hunch against me it felt
really good.  I went up and up.  I approached orgasm but for some
reason couldn't quite make it.

Then I knew what it was.  "Hurt me," I gasped.

He laughed and lifted me off of him.  "Not now.  We'll save that
for later."

We finished our shower quickly.  As I was drying I happened to
remember.  "Oh, damnit," I said.  He raised his head and looked
at me.  I saw the question in his eyes.  "I forgot all about
lunch.  It's probably dried out by now."

I wrapped the towel around myself and we walked to the kitchen. 
It was the first time since he had torn off my clothes that I
hadn't been totally naked in front of him.  I saw him look at me
and there was lust in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Lunch was spoiled.  I had just made some ham sandwiches, but the
ham was now dry.  We kept the bread, threw away the ham and
replaced it with fresh from the refrigerator.  I saw from the
clock on the wall that it was already almost five in the
afternoon.  As we sat there eating, I saw that he kept looking at
me strangely.

When we had finished he hugged me close.  "Are you ready to lean
how to take it down your throat?" he asked.

My heart raced.  "Okay," I said shakily.

Back in the bedroom he pulled a strange metal device from one of
the drawers.  "I got this from a dentist supply house," he told
me.  "Now open your mouth."  I immediately opened and he inserted
the device in my mouth and strapped it around my head.  It felt
strange with the bent metal slots hooking behind my teeth.  I
wondered just what he was doing.  

"Its going to hurt some when I go down your throat," he explained
as he adjusted the knobs at the side of it.  I felt my mouth
being pried open wide.  "I know you wouldn't do it on purpose,
but you might end up biting down and that wouldn't be at all good
for my health.  Once you get used to it, we won't need this
anymore."

He had me get on the bed with my head hanging over the side.  He
ran his hand gently down my neck.  "See," he said.  "This way
your throat and your mouth go in a straight line.  That way it's
easier for you and easier for me."  He went down to his knees in
front of me.  I could see that his cock was lined up almost
exactly with my mouth.  I got scared and started to raise up, but
he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it back down.

He leaned forward and entered my mouth.  I stopped struggling and
allowed it to enter without protest.  It reached the start of my
throat and I began to gag again.  I struggled and pushed against
him trying to dislodge his cock from my mouth.  He backed off a
little and I stopped struggling.  "Take a deep breath," he told
me.

I did and suddenly he lunged forward too quickly for my gag
reflex to take hold and entered my throat.  God, but it hurt.  My
throat was small and his cock was very big.  It felt like he had
rammed a telephone pole down there.  I was squirming all over the
bed, pushing against him, trying to get him to take it out.  I
tried to close my mouth to bite him, but the dental device held
fast.

The love I had thought I felt for him was now gone.  I was being
raped all over again and I couldn't even scream with his cock now
buried deep in my throat.  I couldn't breathe and it felt like I
was going to suffocate.  He pulled back a little and I took a
deep breath.  "Breathe through your nose," he said and rammed
forward again.  I could feel his balls slap against my nose and I
knew he was all the way in.

"Finger yourself," he snarled.  I moved my hands down to my cunt
and started to finger my clit.  He started fucking my face fast
and hard.  I began to feel the familiar pain and pleasure that I
knew would bring me to orgasm.  I stuck a finger inside myself
and I went off.  I shook all over with pleasure.  I felt him
growing bigger inside my throat and I knew he was shooting his
cum directly into my stomach.

Finally, it ended and he pulled out.  My throat was raw from
having taken the unusual in and out motion of his cock.  He
lifted me length wise onto the bed and detached the device that
was holding my mouth open.  He lifted me up and brought a glass
of water to my lips.  I took a drink, I hadn't realized that my
mouth was so dry.  The water burned going down, but it did feel a
little better.

I rolled into his arms.  He petted my head, smoothing out my
hair.  Then he began slowly running his hands over my back ending
with his hand squeezing my little ass.  I was so confused.  It
didn't make any sense.  He hurt me terribly and yet it felt so
good.  How could it be?  I just couldn't understand it.  Maybe I
was just too young.  Maybe when I got older I would understand.

I finally fell into a listless sleep.  When I awoke, he took my
mouth again   this time without the device to keep my mouth open.
 It still hurt like hell, but I managed to keep him from biting
him.  I wasn't allowed to finger myself that time and still I
could feel the warmth building up in my pussy and I came with a
shattering orgasm as he shot down my throat for the second time
that day.

As I lay in his arms again, he said lazily, "Well, honey."  It
was the first time he had called me by a pet name.  I like that.
I wished that we could just stay here forever and he could
continue teaching me all the things I needed to know.  I
remembered my parents and my life before, but it seemed so long
ago and yet I'd only been here for two days.  I suddenly realized
he was still talking.  "Tomorrow will be the worst for you, but
there's just no way I can keep it from hurting," he said.

"What happens tomorrow," I asked.

"Tomorrow," he said slowly.  "I'm going to take you in the
asshole."

Fear jumped in my throat.  I rolled away and sat up on my knees
looking at him with wide eyes.  "It will never fit," I said
hysterically.

"You thought it wouldn't fit in your throat, too," he replied. 
He had a point.


Chapter Four

I spent that night sleeping in his arms.  I was no longer tied. 
It made me feel good that he now trusted me and I knew that his
trust was warranted.  It may only be for a little while, but I
didn't want to leave.  In my twelve year old mind, I knew this
was where I was intended to be.  My life before this seemed like
nothing but a dream.

When we awoke in the morning, showered, and I fixed him
breakfast.  We left the dishes on the table and went to the
bedroom immediately.  He took me normally, and while it felt good
having his cock inside of me and I knew that he enjoyed it so I
felt good about that, but I just couldn't come.  I realized for
that to happen, I would need some pain.  I wandered if this was
perverted.  In my mind I knew it was, but my body said
differently. 

When we were finished, he told me to come with him to the
bathroom.  Obediently, I followed him.  Once there, he produced
what looked like a hot water bottle.  My mom used to fill one
with hot water and put in my bed to keep my feet warm when I was
small.  I watched, fascinated, as he filled the bottle with luke
warm water.  "What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Give you an enema," he replied.  "When I take your ass it won't
hurt as much if there isn't much in there."

My stomach turned over.  "You still want to do that?"

"Yes, Sweetheart."

My heart melted when he called me that.  He really cared about
me.  If he didn't, why would he want to make it hurt less. 
"Well, okay then," I said hesitantly.

While we had been talking, he had attached a long rubber tube to
the bottle.  It had a metal clip in the middle and a little
nozzle on the end.  He greased the end of the nozzle with
Vaseline.  He hung the water bottle on a hook in the wall and
told me to lay on the floor on my left side.  The tile felt cold
against my naked body.

He leaned down and lifted my right ass cheek slightly.  "Just
relax," he said.  "This may be a bit uncomfortable, but it won't
hurt."  He pressed the nozzle against my tiny hole and pushed it
inside.  He was right.  It didn't really hurt and it was a little
bit uncomfortable.

Holding the nozzle inside me with his left hand, he reached up
and released the metal clip.  I felt the water rushing into me. 
After a few seconds I yelled that I had enough.  He reached up
and closed the clip.  "Just relax," he told me.  "Rest for a few
seconds and then you'll be able to take more."

I tried hard to relax, but it still felt like I had a gallon of
water in my ass.  A few seconds later, it hurt a little less.  I
laid still.  "Ready?", he asked and I nodded.  Once again I felt
more water running inside me.  It took three more tries, but
eventually I had taken the whole bottle full.

He told me to lay still for a minute.  I clenched my jaw and
waited.  It felt like my stomach had stretched out a yard.  A few
seconds later I felt something cold and hard pressing against my
little hole.  He pressed his left hand against my pussy and
pushed hard with his right.  I felt the thing stretch my ass hole
what felt like a mile and then settle with a little portion about
the size of the nozzle inside the hole.  It hurt like hell and I
screamed.

"What the hell was that?" I asked hysterically.

"A butt plug," he said quietly.  "It will keep your bottom closed
so that the water can do its work."

He lifted me to my feet.  I felt unbelievably cramped.  I looked
down and saw that my belly was distended more than it had ever
been.  "It won't be too much longer," he said soothingly.  "Now,
come on, let's go do the breakfast dishes."

I took a hesitant step forward.  It hurt like hell.  He took my
hands and guided me to the kitchen.  He ran water in the sink and
began washing the dishes.  I was doubled over in pain as I
obediently dried.  When handed me the last of them I couldn't
take it any longer.

"I can't stand it," I screamed.  "I've got to go   NOW!" I laid
the wet plate on the counter and waddled as fast as I could
toward the bathroom.  He followed.

"Straddle the toilet," he said.  As I obeyed he reached behind me
and pulled the plug from my ass and I sat down on the toilet
immediately.  As the water rushed from my asshole I could hear it
splashing against the water in the toilet.

After what seemed like a very long time the flow stopped.  "Just
sit there for a little while," he told me.  "I'm going to go take
care of that last dish."  I sat still and a few seconds later I
felt myself cramping again.  I squeezed and more water came
rushing out.  This happened a couple of more times and eventually
I felt completely empty.  He returned and led me gently to the
bedroom.  I collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted.  He
brought a cover up and gently covered me.  "Sleep, Little One,"
he said softly.

When I awoke, I could feel his hands gently massaging my back as
I lay on my stomach.  His hands moved further down and I felt him
needing my ass cheeks.  It was extremely soothing.  "Oooh, that
feels good," I said softly.

He chuckled.  "I like making you feel good, darling.  It's only
fair because you make me feel very good too, you know."

I felt him spread my cheeks and press his finger against my ass
hole.  I felt a tingle in my pussy when he did that.  He gently
ran his finger around the outside of it.  It was very slippery. I
opened my eyes and saw the tube of KY Jelly lying on the night
stand and I knew why it was so slippery.  He slipped his finger
inside me.  It hardly hurt at all.  Actually, it felt kind of
good.

He climbed from the bed.  "Well, Sweetheart, it's time."

"Time for what?", I asked drowsily.

"Time for you to loose your last virginity."

I shook my head and came awake instantly.  He was going to do it.
 He was ACTUALLY going to do it.  I felt the rope that he hadn't
used since the first night going around my wrist.  "I'm sorry to
have to do the, love," he told me as he fastened the rope to my
other wrist.  "But if you squirm around its going to hurt a lot
worse."  He shoved to pillows under my crotch and tied my legs to
the other two bed posts.  I was now spread-eagled with my ass
high in the air.

I was suddenly very scared.  "Please," I begged.  "I don't want
to do this.  Please, please, please."

"I'm sorry, dear, but I don't have much time.  I figure they'll
probably find us by tomorrow, so you'll just have to be brave and
take it.  I do have something that will make it a little easier,
though."

I felt the cold plastic of a penis shaped vibrator pressing
against my cunt.  He pushed it into me and turned it on.  He used
two pieces of adhesive tape in an "X" shape to keep it in place.
I could feel the excitement rising as the thing vibrated within
me.

He reached for the tube of KY and greased the middle and index
fingers of his right hand.  He held my cheeks apart with his left
hand and unceremoniously rammed both fingers right up my exposed
asshole.  I groaned with the slight pain that joined the pleasure
rising in my cunt.  He wiggled his fingers around and pulled them
part way out, spreading then and making the pain just a little
more.

He removed his fingers and I saw the KY removed from the night
stand once again.  "I'm greasing my cock for you, love," he told
me.  "But don't be deceived.  Its still going to hurt like hell.
Just buck up and take it."

I was shaking all over.  "I'll try," I told him.  Tears were
already streaming down my face because I knew what was coming.

I felt him spreading my cheeks and centering himself against my
tiny hole.  "Hear it comes darling," he said and suddenly rammed
his way forward with all his might.  My sphincter never had a
chance.  One minute he was pressing lightly and the next minute
he was all the way inside my ass.  And then the pain hit.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TAKE IT OUT!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

IT HURTS SO BAD...PLEASE...PLEASE..PLEASE STOP!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

He never gave me a chance to even try to adjust to him.  He was
just fucking in and out of my ass hole for all he was worth.  The
pain was unbelievable, unbearable.  I screamed and screamed.

Slowly, the vibrator in my cunt began to do its work.  The pain
lessened just a little and the pleasure increased a lot.  I could
feel myself rising toward the greatest orgasm of my entire life.
I was still screaming, but it was with pleasure and the
combination of great pain along with it.

I felt him stiffen within me and I knew he was shooting his man
cream into my bowels.  That knowledge was all it took and I went
over the edge.

YYYYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSS....OH GOD.....YESSS...I'M CUUUMMMMMMING!

And then it was over.  He slumped against me with his entire
weight on my back.  His shrinking cock still in my ass.  He
rolled off of me and I could feel a combination of his cum and my
blood flowing out of me.

He looked at my hole.  "Oh God," he said.  "I tore you up a lot
more than I thought I would.  I'm so sorry.  Let me get a rag and
clean you up."

As he started to crawl from the bed, a bull horn blared from
outside.  "We know your in there Phillips.  Come out with your
hands in the air.  God help you if you killed that little girl."

He looked at me.  "It's time, darling.  I guess I won't have time
to clean you up or hold you close like I had planned."  He
reached into a drawer and pulled out gun.  He walked quickly to
the bed and leaned over to kiss me gently.  "Goodbye, my love."

"Don't go," I begged but he pulled away, walked through the
kitchen and out the door.

There was silence for a minute and then I heard him yelling
something.  There was a gunshot and then what sounded like twenty
guns going off at once.  Then there was silence.

I heard footsteps in the kitchen.   I was crying piteously.  I
heard the bedroom door open and a strange male voice say, "OH MY
GOD."  He ran to the bed and began untying me.  "Your safe now,"
he said.  "We'll take care of you."

I looked up at him.  "Mr. Phillips, is he..."

"That bastard will never hurt anybody again.  There must be ten
bullets in him.  It's the strangest thing though.  The last thing
he said before he died was 'Tell Lisa I love her'."

I started to sob uncontrollably.  Oh Bill, my poor, poor dear
sweet Bill.  I had loved him so.  He had told me, but I never
believed it would really happen.

The idiot cop who had "rescued" me didn't have the foggiest
notion what was going on.  He kept saying things like "its okay,
he can't hurt you anymore."

Then everything went black.


Chapter 5 ... Learning to Cope

I woke up in the hospital.  The sheets were cool against my body
and that felt good, but my ass hurt like hell and I didn't really
want to even open my eyes.  I felt a gentle kiss placed on my
forehead.  

I opened my eyes.  She was just pulling back from having kissed
me.  Tears were running down her face.  "Hi mom," I said weakly.

Her face broke into a wide smile.  "Its okay, darling," she said
reassuringly.  "Everything's going to be alright."  Her smile
suddenly faded.  "We'll work through this whole thing together."

"Damn right we will,' came the masculine voice from the bottom of
the bed.  I looked down and saw my dad standing at the bottom of
the bed.

I was into the hospital for a week and then I was released.  I
still had a few bruises but otherwise I was okay physically. 
Mentally,  I was a wreck.

I stayed at home for a week, never leaving the house.  My parents
were both very condescending and if I ever asked for anything one
or the other of them would jump up and get it for me
immediately.

About two days after I got there, we were all sitting in the
living room watching reruns of "I Love Lucy."  When it was over,
my mom turned off the TV and turned to look at me.  "Your dad and
I have been talking and we want you to know that we're not ever
going to press you to know what happened.  But if you ever feel
like talking, we want you to know that both of us are more than
willing to listen."

"What's there to talk about," I said bitterly.  I was extremely
upset.  It had finally sunk in that they had killed my precious
Bill and I would never see him again.  "I was kidnapped and
raped, but I survived and that should be that."

"It's okay," my father said softly.  "Dr. Jones said that it
might be better if you talked with a professional.  He
recommended a Dr. Lewis that's had a lot of experience in dealing
with situations like this.  We've made an appointment for next
Monday."

"I'm not going," I said stubbornly.  "I want to go back to school
on Monday.  I've already missed three weeks and I'll never catch
up if I don't go back now."

"We'll see,"  my father replied.

Even though I argued hard that I was okay and just needed to get
back to school and get back to a normal life, I ended up sitting
in the waiting room of Dr. Lewis on Monday.

It was a small waiting room with only about three chairs.  My
mother and I were the only ones there except for the receptionist
at the front desk.  When we arrived, she had given us a bunch of
papers to fill out.  A lot of it was the normal stuff   height,
wait, and a list of diseases to check off the one's you had had.
There was also a list of stuff to be filled out by women only  
date of last period, age at first sexual intercourse, etc.

My mother had been filling it out to that point.  I noticed a
tear come to the corner of her eye when she came to the date at
first sexual intercourse blank when she filled it in with 12.  I
had no problem with anything she put down until she came to the
blank that said "Reason for Visit".  She  paused for a moment and
then filled it in with "Rape Counseling."

"May I have that," I asked her.  She handed it over to me without
question.  I crossed out "Rape Counseling" with very black ink so
it couldn't be read and entered "Private" in the blank.  I had
just finished that when the door to the receptionist left opened
up and Kelly came walking out.

Kelly was a couple of grades ahead of me and about three years
older since she had failed a grade.  There was a lot of talk
around school about what a slut she was. "Hi Lisa," she said
cheerfully.  "I heard about what happened to you.  I'm really
sorry about that."  She turned toward the rather good looking man
who had followed her out.  "But if anyone can help you to deal
with it, I'm sure Frank can.

"I've told you over and over, Kelly, it's Dr. Phillips," he said.
 His voice was deep and completely masculine.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."  She seemed a bit crestfallen.  But she
cheered up almost instantly.  "I know for sure he's really been a
big help to me.  Well, I'll see you later," she said as she
walked out the door.

"Yeah, sure Kelly," I mumbled.  I was suddenly very scared.  It
had never occurred to me before that everyone at school would
know what had happened.  I should have known as it was in all the
papers.

I looked at Dr. Phillips.  He was about six foot tall with a
square jaw, well groomed blond hair, and the bluest eyes I had
ever seen.  I guessed him to be in his late thirties or early
forties.

He walked toward me, extending his hand.  "And you must be Lisa,"
he said.  "I'm Dr. Phillips.  His handshake was firm and mine
felt extremely small as I gripped it.  He broke the handshake and
turned toward my mother.  "And you must be Lisa's mother," he
said extending his hand toward her.

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Goff," she replied.  "I'm very glad to meet you."

He turned back toward me.  "Well, we better get started, won't
you come in to my office."  My mother arose to accompany us.  He
looked at her.  "It would be better if I talked to her alone this
first time.  Eventually, I'll want to talk to both you and your
husband."  She sat back down.

I walked into his office with him following.  He closed the door
behind him, walked around me and sat down at his desk.  "Have a
seat Lisa."  He indicated a leather bound chair in front of the
desk.

I sat down and looked around the office.  It consisted of his
desk with two leather bound chairs in front of it, two easy
chairs facing each other with a small round coffee table in
between them, and a filing cabinet in one corner of the room. 
One wall had about six different diplomas hanging on it.  I guess
he had spent a lot of time in school.

I turned back to look at him.  He had remained silent while I was
looking around.  He smiled, "Does it meet with your approval?"

I couldn't help it.  I had intended to be sullen, but I sort of
liked this guy.  I smiled back, "No psychiatrist couch?"

He chuckled.  "We don't use them much anymore.  When I first
started out I had one, but after my first patient fell asleep
while I was talking, I pitched it."

I laughed.  "I can see how that wouldn't have been too good for
your ego."

He turned serious.  He leaned forward and touched a button  on a
small machine sitting on his desk.  "If you don't mind, I'm going
to record our sessions so that I can analyze them later.  You
don't mind do you?"  I shook my head to indicate that it was
okay.  "Well, I guess you went through a very traumatic
experience a few weeks ago."

Suddenly I was very nervous.  "I guess it was," I mumbled.

"Want to tell me about it?  How you feel and how you think it
will affect your life."

"I don't think it will have any affect on my life.  It was just
one of those things that happened and I just want to forget about
it and get on with my life."

He placed his hands together with the two index fingers pointing
up.  He placed them across his mouth pointing at his nose.  He
didn't say anything.  He just looked at me.  [Author's note: 
This is technique used by many psychiatrists.  It is known as
steepling.]

I couldn't stand it any more, the silence and all the while those
lake blue eyes staring into mine.  "I mean, I'm really upset
about the way they killed Bill, but there's nothing that I can do
about it, so like I said I just want to forget about the whole
thing and get on with my life.  Bill really wasn't such a bad guy
you know.  He was dying of cancer anyway and I'm just glad I was
able to bring a little happiness to his final days."

I took a breath.  He lowered his hands, "That was a real
mouthful.  Would you care to elaborate?"

"I don't think so, Dr. Phillips.  I don't like talking about
it."

"Call me Frank."

"You just jumped all over Kelly for that."

"She knows the rules.  During a session you can call me by my
first name.  When the session is over, you call me Dr. Phillips.
Understand?"

It sounded a little strange to me, but I nodded that I
understood.

"But we're getting off the subject," he said.  "Why do you
suppose it is that you don't like talking about it?"

"Actually, I don't feel like talking about anything anymore.  I
don't know why, but suddenly I'm extremely tired."

"Finding out about yourself can have that effect."  He looked at
his watch.  "Our time is about up anyway so why don't we call it
a day.  We'll take up where we left off next week."

"Okay."  I started to get up.  "Oh, one other thing, Frank.  Can
I go back to school?"

"I don't see why not.  Just be aware that the students may treat
you differently."

I hadn't thought much about that, but I knew he was right.  "Will
you tell my mother?"

"Sure."

On the way home in the car, my mother kept questioning me about
what had happened.  But I steadfastly refused to talk about it
except to say that I thought going to him for a while would be a
lot of help.

Over the next several months I learned to accept myself for who I
was.  And, although I'm not sure Dr. Phillips would approve of
the solution I came up with, I was finally at peace with myself.

Chapter Six ---- Back to School

Going back to school was one of the strangest experiences of my
life.  Because some of the students had helped search for me and
others had read about it in the newspapers, there was almost no
one in the whole school who didn't at least have some idea about
what had happened to me.  Of course, among the girls, everyone
tried to be friendly but there was an undercurrent that told me
that the crowd I had originally been a part of now considered me
to be little better than a slut.  Strangely, the group of girls
that we had looked down on because of their loose morals now
considered me one of their own.  It didn't matter that I had been
raped.  I now knew what sex was all about and to little seventh
and eighth grade sluts that somehow made me a hero.

The boys fell into two major categories, the one's who chose to
simply ignore me walking by and never looking at me and the one's
who thought I was now fair game for their advances.  Being in a
Junior/Senior high school with grades seven through twelve all
crowded into one building, it was inevitable that I would see a
lot of older boys.  I'm not sure why, but this made me extremely
uncomfortable.  

I still remember walking past a group of about seven junior boys.
 There were a few low whistles and cat calls and I could feel
each of them stripping me with their eyes.  One of them came up
to me and grabbed my breasts, one in each hand   right there in
front of God and everybody.  I dropped my books and slapped him
across the face as hard as I could.  He backed off instantly and
brought one hand to the side of his reddened face where I had
slapped him.  Then his whole face turned red as the other boys
laughed at him.  That made me feel good.  Served the bastard
right.

The first week was extremely rough, but gradually my experience
and what had happened to me faded in the memory of most of the
students when they saw that I was the same person I had always
been...well, almost the same.  I wasn't even close to the same,
but I didn't let it show to anyone, not even myself.

I guess it was inevitable.  About two weeks after I had returned
I bumped into Ken.  I mean literally bumped into him.  I was
hurrying to class not watching where I was going and ran into him
almost knocking him down.

"HEY, watch where you're going," he yelled.  "Why don't you..." 
He stopped suddenly, realizing who had ran into him.  His face
turned red.  "Lisa."

"Hi ken.  How's it going?" I said sweetly.

"I...Umm...okay I guess.  My dad bought me a car yesterday.  I've
got my license now you know?"

"Oh, what are you going to call it?  Ken's rapemobile?"  I said
it softly giving no hint of the deep anger I felt toward him.

"Look, Lisa.  I'm sorry about what happened at the dance.  I
really like you a lot and I was a total jackass."

"Yes you were," I said bitterly.  "And because of it, I got
raped."

He looked miserable.  "I   I know and I'm really really sorry."

Just then the bell rang.  We were both going to be late for
class.  "Got to go," I said cheerily.  "Give me a call sometime."
 I turned and walked away from him.  I don't know why, but as I
walked I swung my hips in as sexy a manner as I knew how.  I
could almost feel his eyes glued to my ass.

At home that night I stripped off all my clothes and stood in
front of the full length mirror in my bedroom.  I liked what I
saw.  I had just turned thirteen and already my breasts were like
small peaches   bigger than an "A" cup but not quite a "B" yet. 
My stomach was firm and flat.  The bush at the "V" between my
legs was light and almost invisible.

Almost involuntarily my hand crept to the hole that Bill had
brought so much pleasure to.  I stuck a finger inside.  It felt
tight.  I added a second finger, backed up a bit and collapsed
backwards onto my bed.  I used the heel of my hand to rub up and
down on my clit while my fingers danced around inside me.

I imagined Bill was fucking me again.  I went higher and higher.
Oh God, how I missed that hard cock of his.  I kept going up and
up but the much desired orgasm just wouldn't come.  Then I
remembered and reached up with my left hand and squeezed my
nipple as hard as I could.  I dug in my fingernails and pulled my
tit away from my body as far as it would go.  The addition of the
pain was enough to drive me over the edge.  It wasn't a crashing
orgasm or anything like that but it was enough to leave me
somewhat satisfied.

I reached up, turned out the light and rolled over to go to
sleep.  My last thought before sleep overtook me was to wonder if
Ken's cock could maybe bring me as much pleasure as Bill's had.




Chapter Seven ---- Ken

"Lisa, telephone," my mother called up the stairs.  I groggily
awakened from my dream.  I had been back with Bill tied on my
stomach and he was running in and out of my ass.  This time it
didn't hurt, it just felt good.  He had told me it would.  To
give me the pain I needed, he had pushed needles through both
nipples and my clit.  I wasn't ready to give up the dream.  I
rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

"LISA, TELEPHONE," my mother yelled again.

It wasn't going to work.  She wasn't going to let up.  Sleepily,
I crawled out of bed, threw on a robe, and stumbled down the
stairs.  "I think its THAT boy," my mother said extending the
telephone in my direction.  I stifled a yawn as I wondered who
"that boy" was and took the phone from her.

"Hello," I said sleepily.

 The voice at the other end of the phone was hesitant.  "Hello
Lisa, it's Ken."

I came awake a little.  "What do YOU want."  I couldn't resist a
little dig.  "As if I didn't know."

"Aw come on Lisa.  I'm really sorry.  I really do like you and
I'd like a chance to make it up to you."

I softened a little, but I still wasn't ready to let him off the
hook.  "Oh Ken, you beg so nicely."

"Lisa, PLEASE?"

I was fully awake now.  I glanced out the window and saw that it
was a beautiful sunny day outside.  I remembered my last thought
before I had fallen asleep last night.  "Just what do you have in
mind Ken?"

He was hesitant.  "Well, there's a matinee playing at the Roxy. 
It's a love story.  I think you'd like it."

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Of course I do.  I learned my lesson last time."

"Okay, I'll ask my mom."

Mom gave me a little static, but relented when I pointed our that
it was daylight and we'd be home before dark.

I dressed carefully.  I chose my shortest black skirt, black
panties, and a white blouse that almost, but not quite let my
breasts show through.  I didn't bother with a bra.

Ken arrived around one, told my mother we'd be home by 6:30 and
we were off.  I was pleased to see that his old car had bench
seats rather than bucket seats.  As soon as we were out of sight
of the house, I slid over next to him and he put his arm around
my shoulder.

I wondered just how I should approach what I wanted.  "Ken?"

"Yes?"

"Do you really want to see that old movie?"

"Whatever you want.  Today is your day."

"Why don't we just drive around for a little bit."

He stopped for gas and then drove out onto route 322.  I knew
that would take us passed Steve's Motel.  Steve's was famous for
renting rooms out in two hour blocks.  I'd heard some of the
older girls talking about it at school.

We were about a half a mile from the motel when I finally screwed
up my courage.  "Why don't you stop at Steve's and rent a room
for four hours?  It only costs about $20.00."

I thought he was going to wreck the car.  When he finally got it
back under control I could feel him take a deep breath.  "Are you
sure?"

"I'm sure."

Ken pulled into the motel.  At the drive-up window the attendant
looked in the car window.  "You are both over 18 aren't you," he
asked.  Ken assured him they were.  I'm sure it was obvious to
the attendant that I wasn't even close to 18, but he just chose
to ignore it.  He collected the money, gave Ken a key and
directed him to one of the little cabins way in the back.

There was space between the cabins to park a car so they couldn't
be seen from the road.  Ken parked and we got out.  Inside the
place was really a dive.  The only light was from a bare bulb
hanging from the ceiling.  There was a large bed covered only by
sheets and one pillow.  A door in the back led to a small
bathroom that had only a washbasin and a toilet.  Ken turned on
the light in the bathroom and pulled the door partway shut.  He
turned off the overhead bulb and the place was plunged into hear
blackness with only a little light coming from the bathroom.

Now that we were here I was a little bit nervous.  I sat down on
the edge of the bed since there was nowhere else to sit.  Ken sat
down beside me.  He turned my head and looked directly into my
eyes.  "Look Lisa, I'd be lying if I told you I didn't want to do
this, but if you don't want to its okay."

"I think you know that I was raped Ken, it's no secret.  That
hurt like hell.  I want, no I need to find out if its better with
someone I like."

"Oh Lisa," he mumbled.  He took me in his arms and kissed me
gently.  We fell back on the bed never braking the kiss.  I
scooted around to allow him room to get in beside me.  The kiss
became more passionate.  His tongue darted into my mouth.  I
pushed back with my own tongue.  It felt good, really good.

His hand went to my right breast and squeezed it gently.  It felt
okay, but I wished he would be a little rougher.  His hands
fumble with the buttons on my blouse.  Damn, wasn't he ever going
to get it open.  Bill would have just ripped it open.  Thinking
about Bill got me a little more excited.  I could feel myself
beginning to get wet.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he got my blouse
open and exposed my small tits.  He raised up a little to look
down at me.  "God, you're beautiful," he mumbled softly.  He went
down a little and sucked gently on my left breast.

"Bite it a little," I begged, but he just kept on doing what he
was doing.  It really wasn't doing a thing for me.  I mean, it
was pleasant enough, but not enough to really get me excited.

His hand went between my legs and squeezed my left thigh.  He was
a little bit rough with it and I could feel myself beginning to
get a little excited.  His hand moved higher and rubbed against
the crotch of my panties.  They were wet, but not sopping like
they would have been if Bill were here.

He removed his hand and fumbled with the button at the side of my
skirt.  He finally got it open and slide down the zipper.  He
raised up and opened his belt.  Then he was pushing his pants and
underwear down at the same time.  While he was doing this I sat
up and let my blouse slide down my arms and off.

I looked at his cock.  It was hard as a rock.  It looked really
delicious and I really wanted to suck it, but I wasn't going to
do it unless he forced me or at least asked.

He reached down and slide my skirt and panties down and off at
the same time.  I was naked in front of him.  He jumped between
my legs, centered himself and carefully pushed his cock into my
cunt.

He slowly slide in an out of me.  It didn't hurt or anything, but
I really didn't feel a thing.  I wasn't even close to building
towards an orgasm.  He began to speed up and I knew he wouldn't
last long.  I didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything like
that so I moaned and squealed and pretended I was really into
it.

Then he was really slamming into me.  He started talking.  "Oh
yes Lisa.  You're so good.  I just love it.  Do you feel my cock
going into your tight little cunt?"

"Oh God, yessssssssssss.  Fuck me good.  Fill my pussy with your
creamy man juice.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me."  All I really
wanted was for it to be over.

He was really pounding it in me now.  I wrapped my legs around
his ass and bucked up towards him.  I could feel him growing
bigger inside me and I knew he was close.  He stiffened above me.
 "I'm cumming," he gasped.  I felt his cock twitch inside me and
I knew he was shooting off.  

He collapsed on top of me.  I felt like I was being crushed.  I
unwrapped my legs from around him and he rolled off still gasping
for air.  When he recovered his breath, he started to talk. 
"That was really good."

"Yes it was," I lied.



Chapter Eight....Finding myself


Over the next three years I think I fucked  practically every guy
in the school.  I became known as the girl who was easy.  I knew
the were calling me "Lisa round heels" and worse behind my back,
but I didn't care.  I was always searching for that one great
crashing orgasm like I had experienced with Bill.  I never found
it.

When I turned 16 I got my driver's license and my dad bought me
an old, but very serviceable car.  I got a job working at
McDonalds after school and, for a while, I was able to still the
longing between my legs.  I continued to work almost full time
during that first summer.  When my parents went on vacation to
the mountains for four weeks (Dad had a lot of vacation time) I
had to work and convinced them that I was safe to stay by
myself.

The first week was relatively uneventful.  I worked every day up
until Friday when I had a date with Mike.  The sex that night was
less exciting than it had ever been before.  It was then that I
decided on a plan   after all, I had to do something.

The following Thursday I called in sick.  At the same time I told
them that I felt so bad that I probably wouldn't be in until
Monday.  The manager was very understanding and told me to take
as much time as I needed.  With the problem of work out of the
way, I packed some clothes into a suit case, threw it into the
car and I was off.

I drove to a mid-sized town about fifty miles from home.  Since I
had never been there before, I drove around for a while learning
the town.  I finally found what I was looking for, a rundown area
with a lot of bars and some really rough looking characters.

I then checked into a motel about ten blocks from the area that I
had found paying for three nights in advance.  I went to a five
and dime store and bought on of those little metal boxes with a
magnet on it.  You're supposed to use it to hide an extra car key
under the bumper in case you lock yourself out of the car.  I
intended to hide it under the bumper, but it wouldn't contain a
car key.

By the time I had completed my preparations it was nearly five in
the afternoon and I was getting hungry.  I had a big dinner at
the motel restaurant and went to my room.  I took off my clothes
and stood naked in front of the full length mirror.  I liked what
I saw.  I had small, but perky breasts.  My legs were firm and
solid and there was no sign of a bulge in my stomach.  The vee
between my legs was covered with a soft, thin down.  All in all,
I looked like the very pretty sixteen year old girl that I was.

I took a long, lingering shower, called the front desk to get a
wakeup call at ten that evening and sprawled out, still naked, on
the bed.  I was asleep within minutes.

When the walkup call came, it took me a few seconds to realize
where I was.  I quickly recovered from that and turned on the
bedside light.  I laid back and felt sleep begin to overtake me.
I realized just in time what was happening and quickly jumped up.
 I thought about what I was about to do and fear knotted up in my
stomach.  At the same time, my pussy was wetter than it had ever
been.

I happened to remember, and called my parents to tell them that I
would be spending the weekend with a friend at their summer
cabin.  They wanted to know the number, but I told them that
there was no phone and I would call them on Monday when I got
home.

I dressed very carefully.  I chose white nylon panties and a
white cotton bra.  Over that I wore a see-threw white blouse and
a mid-length black skirt.  Saddle shoes and bobby socks completed
the arrangement.

I sat down before the mirror, applied a base coat and just a
slight amount of rouge.  I chose a bright red lipstick which I
applied liberally.  I pulled my hair back into a ponytail,
dropped the motel key into the metal box, placed it in my purse,
and walked out the door, locking it behind me.

I was almost shaking with fear as I placed the metal box behind
the front bumper of my car.  As I arose, I wasn't sure my legs
were going to hold me up.  I stood there for a few moments until
I got hold of myself and then walked down the sidewalk resolutely
toward the area I had examined previously.

About half-way there I spotted a small diner.  I went in and
ordered a hamburger, fries, and a Coke.  I noticed that some of
the men in the place were looking at me strangely, but I chose to
ignore them.  I completed the hamburger and fries.  I lingered
over the Coke for a long time wondering if I had the courage to
face what I wanted to do.  I knew it was dangerous and I wondered
idly if I would come back alive to eat here again.  I almost felt
like a condemned man eating his last meal.  I realized that I was
putting off the inevitable and finally arose and walked out the
door.  I walked determinedly toward my goal.

It was a warm, pleasant night, but I hardly noticed.  There was
one lone street light in the last three blocks, the others having
been long ago shot out.  Ahead of me, the red neon sign blurted
out "SAM'S BAR".  I managed to reach it without incident.  I
stood outside it trying to summon my courage.   Outwardly, I may
have appeared calm, but I was shaking all over inside.  Finally,
taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked in.

Inside, it was fairly dark except for a light over a table in the
far left hand corner.  I saw that there were three black men
sitting around it playing cards.  At a table in front of them, a
pretty black lady was sitting quietly drinking a beer.  To my
right was a long bar with an older white man standing behind it.
He looked to be about fifty and had a huge pot belly.  Looking
around, I didn't see anybody else.

I took a deep breath.  It smelled like piss, stale beer, and
sweat.  I kind of nauseated me.  The crotch of my panties was so
wet that I was almost afraid I had peed myself.  I walked to the
third stool in and hopped up on it.  The bartender approached. 
"What can I do for you?"

I jumped as his deep voice penetrated the silence.  "Give me a
draft beer," I said shakily.

He looked at me critically.  "How old are you, girl?"

"Twenty-one," I lied.

"Can I see some identification."

"I don't have any," I said truthfully.  I had left my driver's
license and anything else that might identify me back at the
motel.

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to leave.  I could lose my
license."

I felt an arm and a hand come around my shoulder.  "Now, Pete, if
the lady says she's twenty-one, she's twenty-one."  I looked up
to see who had spoken.  It was one of the black men from the
table in the back.

I looked back to the bartender.  "Whatever you say, Tom," he said
pushing a glass of beer in front of me.  There was sweat running
down his face and he looked really scared.  But that was okay
because so was I.

Tom picked up my beer with his left hand and twirled me around
and off of the bar stool, his right hand still being around my
shoulder.  "Come on, I'll introduce you to Linda.  I bet the two
of you have a lot in common."

"Wait," I mumbled.  "I have to pay for my drink."  I tried to
turn back, but he held me firm steering me toward the table where
the young black girl was sitting.

"Tonight's ladies night and all drinks for pretty ladies are
free," he said.  Over his shoulder he said, "Isn't that right,
Pete."
"Whatever you say, Tom."  I almost felt sorry for him.

We reached the table where the girl was sitting.  "Linda," Tom
started.  "I'd like you to meet..."  He looked at me blankly. 
"Just what is you name anyway?"

"Lisa,"  I said timidly.

He sat me down in the chair beside Linda rather forcefully. 
"Anyway, Lisa's decided to join our little party tonight," he
said and returned to the table and his game.

Once it got quiet again, Linda said quietly, "I'm really glad
you're here.  When I have take all three of these guys by myself,
I'm so sore it's unbelievable.  If it were only one time a piece
it wouldn't be so bad, but these fuckers go on and on.  Tom
always fucks at least five times before he's done.  George is
good for at least three or four and Eric is at least two.  You're
going to have one sore pussy by the time the night's over, but
with the two of us it won't be so bad."

As I sat listening, my mouth dropped open.  "You mean...they're
going to...force us," I asked timidly.

"If they have to.  I've learned its better if you just go with
the flow and let them do whatever they want."

Now I was terrified.  I stood up.  "I've got to go," I said
excitedly.  I turned to walk toward the door.  I hadn't  taken
three steps when Tom was on me.  He literally picked me up from
behind pinning my arms to my sides.  I struggled as hard as I
could, but he was so much bigger than me that it was futile.

He looked over to the bartender.  "Close up and get lost, Pete. 
We're going to start early  tonight."

I heard blinds being drawn as I was carried over to the table
where the other men were waiting.  I was thrown  unceremoniously
on the table as small lights came on throughout the bar.  As I
heard the front door close and latch, large black hands were
pawing at my tits.

I struggled like a wild cat.  I was jerking and wiggling and
begging.  Oh how I was begging.

"NO...PLEASE NO...DON'T...OH GOD...PLEASE...DON'T"

George was standing beside me mauling my tits.  Chico was holding
my left ankle and Tom had a hold of my right, spreading me wide.
I knew that my skirt had ridden up almost to my waist and that
they were looking right at the crotch of my little white panties.
 I was embarrassed, not so much from the fact that they could see
my panties, but because they could also see the wet spot there
from where my juices were flowing so rapidly.  I rolled a little
to my left and punched George in the face as hard as I could.

"You little bitch," he snarled.  He hit me on the side of the
face hard enough that I was sure he had loosened some teeth.

"Grab her hands on hold her," Tom yelled.  I tried to keep my
arms and hands free, but in the end he had them pulling them
above my head.

In the tussle for my hands, Chico had loosened his grip on my
left ankle.  I pulled free and kicked in the chest, knocking him
back.  I rolled to my right and brought my left foot as hard as I
could against Tom's face.  He flinched, but didn't let go.  I
could see blood running down his right cheek where my  buckle had
caught him.  Chico was back, grabbed my left ankle again and I
was right back where I had started from.  I lay there gasping for
breath and sobbing softly.

"Linda," Tom barked.  "Get your black ass over here and hold her
hands.  And if you let go, I'll cut your tits off."  I felt
Georges had hands being replace by Linda's softer ones.

"I told you it would be easier if you just cooperated," Linda
said quietly.

George was standing at my right now.  He gripped the top of my
blouse and pulled.  I heard buttons popping as it pulled open.  I
heard the click as he opened his switchblade.  "Oh God," I
thought.  "He's going to kill me."  Instead he slipped the blade
between the cups of my bra, cut it open. He closed the knife and
slipped it back in his pocket.  The cups were move away and my
tits were naked for all to see.  He grabbed them and twisted so
hard that I thought he was going to twist them right off.  I was
screaming now.

"STOP IT.  PLEASE STOP IT.  LEAVE ME ALONE."

"Quit playing with the slut's tits and hold this leg," Tom
barked.

George grabbed the leg Tom had been holding and Tom stepped
between my legs.  I felt Tom grabbing the crotch of my panties. 
He ripped them from my body taking some of my pubic hair along
with and I was naked except for my skirt bunched around my waist
and my spread open blouse.

I watched numbly as Tom undid his belt and dropped his pants to
the floor.  My mouth dropped open in horror when his erect penis
sprang into view.  It must have been at least nine inches long
and as big around as my wrist.  It was the biggest thing I had
ever seen and I knew that there was no way it was going to fit
inside me.

He saw the look of horror on my face.  He laughed.  "Man, I'll
tell you, there's nothing I like more than tearing apart a little
white girl's cunt."

"Pleaaase," I begged pitifully.  "It's too big.  It will never
fit."

He grinned.  "Then I guess we'll just have to make it fit."  Then
to the men holding my ankles, "Spread her wide boys, I'm going to
go deep."

George and Chico pulled on my legs until they were almost at a
ninety degree angle from my body.  I felt the big knob of his
huge cock pressing against my tiny pussy hole.  He pushed and,
unbelievably, the head was inside of me.  I felt stretched beyond
what was humanly possible.  I screamed.

"OH GOD.  STOP...STOP...PLEASE STOP.  YOUR TEARING ME APART.  I
CAN'T TAKE IT.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE."

He grinned down at me evilly.  Sure you can slut.  Get ready
cause there's a lot more to come.  With that he lunged forward
again.

I screamed and screamed.  Tears were running down my face
uncontrollably.  I looked down between my legs.  Surely there
couldn't be any more.  To my horror I saw that there was still
another inch and a half to go.  He was already banging against my
cervix.  There wasn't any place for any more to go.

He withdrew slightly and lunged forward again.  I felt something
tearing inside me as he tore through my cervix and into my
uterus.  I screamed again and then everything went black.

I returned to consciousness as the beer somebody had thrown into
my face streamed down my cheeks mingling with my tears.  I had
never felt so stuffed in my entire life.  He was holding still
inside me apparently not wanting me to miss any of the pain he
was bringing me.

When he saw that I was conscious again, he began fucking in and
out of me.  I was in unbelievable pain and, yet, through the pain
I could feel the start of the biggest orgasm of my life
approaching. 

I suddenly realized that my legs were free.  I wrapped my legs
around him and began humping against him as he fucked and fucked
and fucked.

"OH, YYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS.  FUCK ME GOOD YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLACK
STALLION"  I was moaning incoherently from the pain and yet
loving every minute of it.

I felt something probing at my lips and I looked up to see
George's cock pressing against them.  I opened my mouth and took
him inside.  In the background I could hear Chico cursing at
Linda as he fucked her brutally.

I didn't care about her.  All I could think about was the
beautiful cocks that were bring me such pain and pleasure.  I was
glad that Bill had taught me so well about cock sucking.  I
relaxed my throat muscles and felt George plunge down it length.
Within seconds he was pouring his cum directly into my stomach. 
And still Tom was above me plunging and plunging and plunging.

I really threw myself into it now.  Meeting Tom's every stroke
with my upward ass movement.  I felt him grow and stiffen in side
me.  That was enough.  It drove me over the edge.

"OH GOOOD, I'M COMING.  COMING SO GOOD.  YES...YES...YES."

The rest of the evening is pretty much of a haze.  It was just
one orgasm after another, each it seemed better than the last.  I
know that both Chico and George fucked me in the ass and Tom took
my mouth at least once.  I remember that because I thought my
throat was going to spit open with that massive cock pushing down
it.

I felt someone shaking me.  I looked up sleepily and saw Linda
staring down at me.  "You've got to get out of here," she
whispered.  "If you're still here when they wake up, they'll kill
you."

I looked around groggily.  The men were passed out in various
places around the bar.  Apparently the combination of all the
booze and sex had finally worn them out.

I tried to climb to my feet, but my legs were so weak that I
couldn't make it.  With Linda's help I finally got up.  I hurt
all over, even in places where I didn't know I had places.  My
skirt was still bunched up around my waist.  It was stiff with
dried cum and blood.  I looked around and found my blouse.  It
had a tear in one side and there were no buttons, but if I held
it shut at least it would cover my tits.  I found my shoes and
slipped into them.  It wasn't much, but it was the best I could
do under the circumstances.

I was ready to go.  I quietly opened the door and was ready to
slip out when I had a thought.  I turned to Linda.  "What about
you?" I whispered.

"They won't hurt me much," she whispered back.

I looked at her questioningly.  "To begin with I'm their fuck
slut and secondly, I'm Tom's sister.  Now get out of here," she
hissed.  I closed the door quietly.

I looked around.  It was still dark.  I guessed it would be
around 5:00 a.m.  I took a step toward the motel and almost
collapsed.  The pain that shot through my pussy and ass hole was
unbelievable.  I took another step with the same result.  I
stepped keeping my legs far apart.  It still hurt but at least it
was bearable.

Slowly, painfully, I made my way back to the motel.  I retrieved
the key and made it into my room without incident.  I collapsed
on the bed and fell into a long, fitful sleep.
When I finally awoke, it was six o'clock Saturday afternoon.  I
lay awake for several minutes, hurting.  Hurting hell...it felt
like my body had been run over by a steam roller...twice. 
Painfully, I rolled to my back.  I reached between my legs and
flicked my clit a couple of times.  I immediately went into a
long, painful, beautiful orgasm.  My body shook all over and then
it started again...and again.  It was as if my body was nothing
but one long painful orgasm.  Slowly though, probably because my
poor body was too exhausted to go on, the orgasms became less and
less intense and, finally, they stopped completely.  I lay there
gasping for breath until finally my breathing returned to normal.
 I immediately fell back to sleep.

When I awoke again, it must have been around midnight because it
was dark outside and my room was completely dark.  For a second I
didn't know where I was and then I remembered.  The pain had
retreated to a dull all over ache.  With difficulty, I rolled
onto my side, reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it on.

The sudden influx of light blinded me for a second.  I closed my
eyes and then carefully opened them again.  I sat up on the side
of the bed with my legs dangling over the side, my feet on the
floor.  With more pain than I had felt since I woke up, I stood
up and walked to the bathroom.  I flicked on the light.

When I turned to the mirror above the sink, I was shocked.  The
image that stared back at me was no longer the beautiful sixteen
year old girl that it had been when I left the previous night.

My hair was a tangled mess.  There was a nasty bruise at the
corner of my mouth and dried cum covered my cheeks and around my
chin and lips.  I covered my eyes with my hands.  Oh God, I
thought.  What did I do.  I didn't want to see any more.  Tears
began to well in my eyes.

Finally, I removed my hands to examine the rest of me.  My tits
were nothing but one total mess of black and blue.  There were
teeth marks around the nipples of both of them.  I looked lower.
My pussy was totally covered with a crust of dried blood and cum.
My thighs were bruised with spots of blood and cum covering parts
of the bruising.  I reached down and pulled the scab away from on
top of my pussy.  That really hurt because some hair came along
with it, but I knew it had to be done.  I gently pushed a finger
inside myself to see what additional damage have been done.  I
shouldn't have done that because I immediately went into another
massive orgasm.

When I finally calmed down I was lying on the bathroom floor.  I
climbed back to my feet and looked over my shoulder to examine my
ass.  Like my tits, it was black and blue although not quite as
bad.  There was a huge hand print on either cheek.  I remembered
with a shudder how bad it had hurt when Tom had taken me with
that huge cock of his in that tiny little hole.  I spread the
cheeks and was shocked to see that my ass hole was still gapping
open a little.  I wondered if it would ever go back to normal.

I took a long shower and felt immensely better afterward.  After
fixing my hair up a little, I went back in the bedroom and
collapsed naked upon it.  I was asleep almost immediately.

I awoke around noon on Sunday, checked out of the motel and drove
home.  By the time my parents returned home about two weeks
later, I was almost back to normal.  I had returned to work and
it was as if what had happened had never occurred.

Epilogue

Well, that's my story.  About six months after the events I have
related, I returned to that same bar.  They actually seemed glad
to see me, but that didn't keep them from taking me like the slut
that I am.

I graduated from high school near the top of my class.  I college
I graduated summa cum laude with a degree in economics.  I landed
a position with a top flight company and have an opportunity to
go to the top.  I'm that sweet little girl in finance who never
seems to be able to land a boyfriend.  Not a one of them suspects
my darker side.

Yet, about every six months, when the pressure become too great,
I go to some nearby city and put myself in a position where
violent men will take me mercilessly.  Occasionally, I will find
myself so bruised and battered that I have to take off work for a
few days.  Of course the nice people at work feel sorry that I am
not feeling well since I'm normally there every day and will work
late at the drop of a hat.  One of these day I'm going to me a
man who is too violent and he will kill me.  I'll be dead?

OH...GOD...SOMEBODY...PLEASE...HELP ME!!!!!





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