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Subject: {ASSM} Dina and Sherry (Mf, ff, non-cons, humil)
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Date: Tue,  8 Mar 2005 03:10:01 -0500
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Dina and Sherry
by Master Z

Dina had very large breasts for a fourteen year old. 
Some other girls with large breasts wore them proudly,
strutting around school like they owned the place,
basking in the constant drooling stares from ultra
horny teenage boys and relishing their first taste of
unbridled sexual power, but Dina wasn't like that. 
All the gawking made her feel uncomfortable.  Even at
home in private her double D-cups made her feel out of
place, like she didn't belong in her own body.  When
she was naked she found herself holding her tits alot
of the time, just to keep them out of the way.  Or
maybe she felt like they were going to fall right off
her body.

Although noone had ever told her, Dina was secretly
convinced that she had a pretty face, and that her
naturally curly brown hair was stellar.  She had a
nice ass, and toned legs.  It seemed, however, that
both guys and girls chose to focus on only one area:
her chest.  This is why she wore loose tops that were
never lowcut.  But they barely concealed her massive
breasts.  

Everyone's apparent obsession with her tits had caused
her to become inwardly obsessed with them herself.  
The whole issue diminished her confidence and she
mostly avoided social situations in school.  Besides,
she felt that no one equaled her maturity level.  No
one, except Sherry.

Sherry was one part brains and nine parts bitch.  She
was a total snob and totally proud of it.  She was
stunningly beautiful, brazenly forward, filthy rich,
and wildly popular.  Everyone was intimidated by her. 
Everyone, except Dina.  The two girls had been friends
since they were little girls, having originally been
next door neighbors, and were inseparable.  Although
Sherry had an entourage of hyper girls that followed
her around in hopes of emulating her coolness and
siphoning off her popularity, Dina knew the real
Sherry who was down to earth and uplifting when they
were alone.  It was like they were a two person army
that saw through all the fake bullshit that burst
forth from the halls of their high school on a daily
basis.  And even though Sherry was older, she never
made Dina look bad in front of her flunkies, in fact
quite the opposite, often sticking up for Dina.

One autumn afternoon after school, Dina's girly
sneakers crunched over the blanket of dried out leaves
that were covering the sidewalk.  Her thoughts drifted
to boys as usual, and she wondered if she would ever
allow herself to lose her virginity.  Sherry, who was
sixteen, had slept with nine guys since she lost her
virginity when she was eleven.  Dina couldn't even
begin to fathom having sex at eleven, and thought
maybe Sherry had been raped.  But she had just
shrugged her shoulders at Dina's shocked expression.  

"I walked in on my brother playing with himself,"
Sherry paused, as if wondering if she should continue.
 Then she smiled and said, "So we fucked" in a way
that made it seem completely normal.  It was times
like this that Dina thought Sherry was hiding
something, that maybe there lurked wounds and
insecurities deep below the cocky surface that she
would cover up by being shocking, and when that didn't
work, by being twice as shocking.

Dina continued shuffling along the dried out leaves,
lost in thought.  "Hey, sexy,"  a thin, masculine
voice startled her.  A pickup truck pulled up by the
sidewalk.  Dina instantly recognized the driver as
Craig, Sherry's current boyfriend.  Dina's friend
never dated any boys in high school, or even any guys
under twenty, and Craig was no exception at
twenty-three.  

"Do you need a ride?"

Dina considered.  He was skinny with short black hair
and had a perpetual five o'clock shadow.  Today he was
wearing a partially wrinkled white shirt with a non
descript tie.  Craig was one of those guys who started
working straight out of high school, and now he was a
manager at a local Best Buy or some such place.  She
had met him one other time and thought he was creepy.

"No thanks, I'm almost home."

He snickered, "C'mon don't be silly, get in, I'll give
you a ride."  His smile seemed innocent enough.  He
had a persuasive charm about him, a quality that
Sherry looked for in men.  Dina rolled her eyes and
got in.

They drove away in the direction of her house.  "So
how are ya?"  he said.

"Where's Sherry?"  Dina said immediately.  His
eyebrows raised and his forehead wrinkled.  

"I don't really know," he said carelessly.  Dina
wondered if maybe Craig and Sherry were fighting. 
"You look hot,"  he said suddenly, grinning in her
direction.  She had never been called hot, or sexy,
but now twice in the same day, and by a much older
guy.  It added to his creepiness but she was flattered
nonetheless.  She had secretly told herself that she
was sexy when she looked at herself nude in the mirror
in her bedroom.  To finally hear it from a guy -- any
guy -- was validating.

"Thanks," she smiled sheepishly.

"Just thought you should know," he replied, and
slapped his hand across her knee.  Her smile
disappeared but she didn't have time to object.  They
approached the street Dina's house was on and the pick
up kept going.

"Oh I forgot to tell you, that was my street,"  Dina
said, starting to realize it was a little strange that
he had never asked where she lived.

"Oh really?"  He said without concern.

"Yeah."  She waited for him to turn around, but he
never did.  "Why haven't you turned around?"  She
looked over at him and sensed something amiss.

He looked back coldly and said, "Cause we're not going
there."

Dina opened her mouth to scream, almost ashamed at
herself for being so predictible, but a hand came from
behind and prevented any such occurence.  There was
someone hiding in the cab!  The unfamiliar hand
slapped a big swath of duct tape over her mouth and
grabbed her now flailing arms.  As the hidden partner
in crime bound her arms behind the seat,  Dina started
kicking her feet wildly against the windshield.  Craig
dropped his right arm down thunderously upon her
knees, and she couldn't move.  She forced muffled
screams and started to cry.

The truck ambled off the pavement onto a dirt road,
and Dina's fear tripled as dust blew up around the
vehicle and they bobbed violently up and down.  Both
of Craig's arms were now back on the wheel, and Dina
knew that she was completely trapped, and that there
was nothing she could do about it.  She stopped trying
to scream through her taped mouth.

The dirt road twisted through a forest.  After a few
more minutes, they turned left on to a narrow fire
road that climbed steeply upwards.  They were going
somewhere where Dina's screams for help would be
futile.

When they reached a clearing at the top of the hill,
the truck skidded to a stop, and Craig jumped out.  He
ran around, opened the passenger side door,  and
grabbed the lever for the seat, flinging Dina forward
unceremoniously.  The mystery passenger got out, and
Craig shoved the seat back, shoving Dina along with it
as her hands were tied behind the seat.

With the door still open, the mystery passenger
approached Dina.  He was wearing a face mask, or more
specifically a black winter hat that covered his face
but left holes for two burning eyes and a commanding
mouth.  He produced a very sharp looking knife.  "Not
a sound, nor a struggle," he intoned, holding the
knife close to her face.  His voice was deep and
otherworldly.  She believed he would use that knife on
her if she gave him a reason to.  She decided not to
do that.

He cut her arms free and pulled her out of the truck. 
She dropped to her knees as if she was in front of a
firing squad.  At this point she was resigned to her
fate.  She was going to get raped, and she knew it. 
She just didn't want to get killed.  She tried to talk
but the tape rendered her words useless.  She looked
up at her two captors.  Craig ripped the tape
painfully off her mouth.

"Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want," she
whimpered.

"That's the idea," Craig said softly.  It was a tiny
relief.  "Now take off your clothes, or we'll cut them
off with that knife and then leave you here with
nothing to wear when we're done.  It's your choice."

Dina stood up and started to remove her clothes
gingerly, trying to hold back tears.  The guy with the
mask seemed disappointed by her choice.  When she was
in her bra and panties, the masked captor said, "Stop
there,"  and then approached her holding the knife
menacingly.  He slipped the dull edge of the blade
against her hip and under the thin material of her
panties.  He pulled the knife away from her body and
her panties fell to the side, revealing her thick
brunette bush for the first time to any man.  Her face
flushed red.  He cut the other side, grabbed the
ruined panties, and threw them to the ground.   He
threw the knife to the ground as well, reached behind
her, and unclasped her bra.  Her enormous breasts
spilled out, thumb sized nipples hard from the air.

"Look at the size of those tits,"  Craig said.  She
was so embarrassed.  "They're fucking huge, even
bigger than I had thought."  That's exactly what she
had worked so hard to hide on a regular basis.

"You were right Craig," came the masked man's deep
voice, "Those are some of the biggest real tits I've
ever seen."  They stared at her in disbelief.  
Suddenly it dawned on her that if it wasn't for her
gargantuan breasts, she could have very well avoided
this horrifying scenario.  She cursed them silently
for making her such a blatant sex object.  

"How old is she again?" the masked man questioned.

"I dunno, fifteen I think," Craig replied, and his
associate whistled appreciatively.

She just wanted to get it over with and here they were
making a big production out of this.  She was naked in
front of them, feeling completely awkward and
frightened.  But they quickly got down to business.

The masked man went first.  Dina was hardly scared of
getting raped at this point; she had become numb to
that whole concept.  Instead, she was scared of
getting hurt because she was a virgin.  She decided
that she had to get aroused.  She had to have a wet
pussy so as to counteract the discomfort as much as
possible.  They had instructed her to lie on her back
on the uncomfortable bed of dead leaves that were
everywhere and spread her legs.  Craig's mystery
partner was over her with his pants bunched up at his
ankles and was about to enter her.

"Wait!"  She exclaimed.

"What?" the masked man grunted.

She didn't really know how to put it, but she had
little time to explain herself.  So she just
stammered, "I.. I'm not ready.... I.. I...I  need to
get wet first...."

"I like my girls better when they're not ready," he
replied gruffly, and thrust his hard cock into her
tight cunt.

"Ow!" She screamed.  But it didn't hurt as much as she
thought it would.   She lay there lifelessly as he
fucked her for seven minutes and six seconds and then
came inside her.  He got up and then Craig took over. 
At this point, she felt pretty sore.  She didn't want
the pain to get any worse, and she wasn't properly
lubricated still.  She tried again to request for
leniency, this time with Craig.  

"Let me masturbate for you first," she pleaded, giving
him what she thought was a sexy look, the shy smile
she had flashed him earlier in the truck in response
to his compliment.  He was standing over her with his
pants down and his hard on pointing arrogantly
forward.  He seemed a little taken aback by her
request.

"Ok," he said simply.  Now came the moment of truth. 
Could she get herself aroused enough to make getting
raped bearable?  She knew she had to involve her
breasts, as much as she felt betrayed by them.  She
realized that the more she turned Craig on the quicker
he would come and the sooner this whole ordeal would
be over, or so she hoped.  She started fondling her
mammoth breasts and tweaking her thick nipples.  She
was going to use her breasts to her advantage for
once, knowing that this is what men found so damn
appealing about her.  Craig seemed entranced.  Then
she spread her legs as far as they would go and slid
her hands along her inner thighs.  When her hands
reached her pussy, she was surprised to discover a
little moisture there.  It was more than just sweat. 
She slipped a finger in, and then two, just like when
she was in her own bed masturbating.

As she finger fucked herself in front of her second
rapist-to-be, she was getting more than just
physically turned on.  She shut her eyes and the whole
situation started to seem dreamlike and erotic.  She
had just been raped.  Lost her virginity in a cruel
manner.  She hated it.  But now it was turning her on
thinking about it.  She started to moan a little and
she fingered her wet cunt faster.  

"OK that's enough," Craig's thin voice startled her,
like an AM radio transmission to her head.  Her eyes
snapped open and she felt disturbed by her own
actions.  She focused on his hard prick and became
even more disturbed by the fact that she couldn't wait
for him to fuck her with it.  But first he made her
sit up and suck it.  She had done that once before to
some cute college boy at a party Sherry had dragged
her to.  They had been alone in a room and he had
sweetly shown her exactly how to do it right.  Then
she used her hand to finish him off.  She remembered
the memory fondly, having felt like a good girl who
was able to satisfy a man.  It was her sole sexual
experience, brought on by a generous helping of
alcohol.  Now she had to do it again, and she focused
on that memory as she took Craig's cock into her
mouth.  As she did so, she realized that Craig's
masked partner apparently had disappeared.

Craig grabbed her head with his hands and thrust his
hard cock in and out of Dina's mouth until he came,
shooting hot cum into the young girl's throat.  
"Swallow!" he managed to stammer in between grunts of
pleasure.  Fearing the worst, she swallowed every
drop, doing everything in her power not to gag. 
Without losing his hard-on, he pushed her back against
the dry leaves, got on top of her, and plunged his
dick deep inside her vagina.  She couldn't bear to
look at his face, so she shut her eyes and was
astounded at how pleasurable it felt.  She moaned, her
voice dipping each time he violently thrust against
her body.  It felt good, but it seemed as if something
was missing, something that she couldn't place yet.  

"I want you to come bitch," Craig's voice said evenly.
 She had never had an orgasm any other way except
while masturbating.  But it did feel good, and every
now and then the top of his shaft rubbed up against
her swollen clit.  He started kissing her and she
opened her eyes.  This could be what's missing.  But
she turned her head away in disgust and he didn't
force it.  He could bring himself to rape her, but was
too afraid to force her to kiss him   She sensed that
he felt a little rejected.  Her genuine arousal was
more than he had originally bargained for and now he
wanted to push the envelope even further.  So he tried
a different tactic.

"God you have the most beautiful big tits," he
muttered breathlessly.  That was what she needed to
hear.  Her moaning became spasmic and she came in a
way that she had never experienced during
masturbation.  She hardly noticed that he had come
inside her at the same time.  He got up and walked
away.

She lay there in a sexual and shameful trance, naked
and freshly raped, disillusioned by her own capacity
to enjoy what had just transpired.  She started crying
and didn't stop when she heard the truck's tires
pealing away in the dirt.  


* * * * * * * *


One week later Dina returned to school.  Her parents
had suspected the worst when she returned late that
night looking tattered and her clothes covered in
dust, but she gave them no information and retreated
to her room, refusing to see anyone or go anywhere for
a week.  All the confusing multiple meanings
surrounding rape had become crystal clear in her mind.
 TV show rapists who got off easy because the defense
was able to prove that the sexual encounter wasn't
entirely non consensual, that the rape victim actually
wanted to get raped.  After all, claimed the defense,
she had willingly spread her legs at gun point.  The
forensics team had found proof of her arousal on the
bed, a wet patch of fluid that matched her DNA.  She
obviously wanted it, your honor.

Dina had seen it again and again.  Court room dramas
based on actual cases and proceedings.  She didn't
want any part of it; she was going to keep this whole
experience to herself.  Thankfully she had gotten her
period halfway through the week, erasing all concerns
of unwanted pregnancy.  The blood had washed away the
entire incident, like it had never happened.

There was only one person she could tell.  

Sherry.

She needed to know what Craig had done, and Dina was
sure she would understand.

But once at school, Sherry wasn't easily found in her
usual hallway haunts.  Every now and then throughout
the day Dina would catch a glimpse of Sherry in the
distance, but she would somehow disappear when Dina
approached.  It seemed as though Sherry was avoiding
her outright.

When the last class bell rang, Dina went to her locker
and saw a note taped firmly to the metal.  A hand
written message said: "Dina, please meet me in the
girl's locker room.  We need to discuss your gym make
ups for last week.   - Mrs. Tarinski"  Dina had enough
to worry about having missed her real classes, and now
she had to make up gym class as well?

She sighed and headed down the hall towards the locker
rooms as the rest of the students rushed past her the
other way.  When she entered the girl's locker room
she was surprised at what she saw.  Sherry was
standing there surrounded by five of her flunky
bitches.  They all looked at Dina hatefully.

Dina ignored the others and addressed her friend
directly. "Sherry I really need to talk to you about
-"

"I need to talk to YOU about something bitch," Sherry
interrupted, her voice venomous.  Dina was astonished
at the sudden verbal assault.  "I can't believe I
trusted you!"  she continued, walking slowly towards
Dina, who was flat out aghast.

"What?  What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?  You fucked my boyfriend!  That's
what's wrong!"

"What?  Wait!  No, you've got it all wrong!"  Dina was
getting hysterical.

"He told me everything that happened cunt, and you are
going to pay!"  Sherry maintained her calm anger.  She
had jet black hair, piercing brown eyes, and a dark
skin tone resulting from a mix of Italian, American
Indian, and Spanish nationalities.  It was a volatile
blend of cultures that produced an extraordinarily
exotic beauty.

"Pay?" Dina said in tears as Sherry came face to face
with her.  "He raped me!"  she screamed.

"Shut up!"  Sherry slapped Dina's tear stricken mouth
silent.  "He told me you would say that.  He also told
me that you played with your little pussy for him,
that you begged him to watch you!"  Sherry turned
around and nodded to the other girls.

They approached Dina and zealously began tearing her
clothes off like they were removing the wrapping to a
chocolate bunny with a cocaine shell.   She continued
sobbing and babbling apologies.  She caught a glint of
sorrow in Sherry's eyes, but her older friend couldn't
save her now without losing face.  Dina knew she was
going to get sexually violated again, as if she was
being punished for being raped in the first place.

Soon Sherry's servant girls were finished removing
Dina's clothes and awaiting orders.  The girls leered
at her naked body.  One of them pawed at Dina's
prematurely droopy breasts in amazement.  Dina stood
there paralyzed, stifling her sobs.

Sherry motioned to a blond girl, cheerleader type, and
blondie went over to a locker and took out a plastic
bag.  She walked over to Sherry and handed it to her. 
Sherry produced a large dildo from the bag and handed
it to blondie, who turned and looked at Dina with an
vengeful grin.  The girls were giggling in
antipication.  Blondie walked around Dina and the
naked girl stood there exposed physically and
emotionally while the blond girl did nothing behind
her.  Then the forceful thrust of the dildo entering
Dina's asshole made her back arch and her huge tits to
surge forward.

"Stick it in deep," Sherry commanded evilly, and
blondie shoved up as far as it would go.  Dina thought
she was shitting herself but realized that the dildo
in her ass was faking that sensation.  She couldn't
look anyone in the face and she hung her head in utter
humiliation, her brown curls hiding her face. Then she
heard the familiar sound of a camera snapping
pictures.  They were taking pictures of her naked with
a dildo sticking out of her ass?  It was too much to
bear, but she avoided instinctively lifting her head
at the sound.

Sherry put an end to that by lifting Dina's head up by
her hair.  "You fucking whore,"  Now Sherry's eyes
were tearing up. "I loved him!  How could you...." 
She trailed off and her girls gathered around her
stroking her hair and shoulders.  Dina felt something
hard against her thigh and looked down.  Sherry had
put on a strap-on dildo over her skirt. "Oh no!" Dina
thought,  "I really am going to get raped again!"

"He raped me Sherry!  I'm telling you the truth!"

"You're a fucking liar Dina!"  Sherry spat in her
face.

Then the other girls suddenly grabbed her body and
pushed her back up against the lockers, which clanked
noisily as a result.  They pulled her legs apart and
held her arms against the cold metal of the lockers. 
The dildo in her ass slipped out and dropped to the
floor.  Sherry approached and inserted the strap-on
into Dina's pussy, which gave no resistance.  This
time Dina didn't want to be aroused by any of this,
the whole thing was just wrong, wrong, WRONG.  But it
was too late, her best friend, and now self proclaimed
enemy, was fucking her against the lockers with a
strap-on.  And Dina was getting off on it, as much as
she tried not to.  Maybe it was the audience, maybe it
was the humiliation, maybe she liked getting raped. 
Dina couldn't explain it and she couldn't deny it.

"Is this what you did?"  Sherry taunted.  "Did you let
him fuck you like this?"

"No..."  Dina moaned softly, turning her head away and
keeping her eyes shut so as to avoid the rabid gaze of
Sherry's criminal minded friends.  The cotton cloth
covering Sherry's perfectly round C-cups smushed into
Dina's massive breasts and nipples tantalizingly.  She
could tell Sherry wasn't wearing a bra.  Not that she
ever did.

Sherry fucked her harder, the top part of the strap-on
slamming perfectly against Dina's clit.  She let out a
moan in spite of herself, and in that moment, Sherry
stabbed Dina's open mouth with her tongue.  Dina
opened her eyes in amazement as Sherry tongue kissed
her ex friend lovingly.

"Did you kiss him like that?" Sherry persisted, still
fucking Dina with the strap-on.  Each time the dildo
thrust deep into Dina's pussy while similtaneously
stimulating her clit, she felt herself approaching
orgasm more and more.  She certainly did not want to
come in front of all these girls.  They would think
she was a freak and if she could get off on getting
raped by Sherry, she could surely enjoy getting raped
by Sherry's boyfriend.

"No, no,"  Dina said more loudly this time.  Her face
was flushed and she was sweating, turning into some
deranged nympho in front of all these girls.

"Did you put your fat, ugly tits in his face?"  Sherry
hit a nerve.

"NO!  He said they were beautiful and then I came
while he fucked me!"  Dina blurted out and immediately
regreted it.  Sherry slapped Dina's face so hard that
the girl's ears were ringing.

"You weren't raped at all you fucking slut!  You loved
every minute of it, didn't you?"  Sherry goaded.  Dina
couldn't entirely deny it because she had allowed
herself to enjoy it.  Sherry fucked her harder now and
Dina was dangerously close to orgasm.  "Just like you
love it now.  You're nothing more than a fucking
whore."   It had to be true.  She had an orgasm while
being raped and now history was about to repeat
itself.  Was she turned on by rape?  She started
coming as she thought about how much of a pathetic
whore she was.  With her eyes shut and her limbs
pinned down helplessly by sweaty palms, Dina screamed
out a gutteral moan as her pussy exploded into orgasm
from Sherry's thrusting.

The late bell reverberated through the girl's
lockerroom as Sherry pulled out.  She removed the
strap-on, dripping with Dina's vaginal fluid, and gave
it to one of the girls.  They were hastily gathering
up the dildos, the camera, and much to Dina's dismay,
her clothes.  They threw everything in the bag and ran
out the lockerroom exit.  That bell meant that girls'
soccer practice was over and soon the entire team
would be parading through the lockerroom towards the
showers.

Sherry lingered for a minute longer.   Dina had
slumped down to the ground, her arms wrapped around
her knees which were pressed against her massive
breasts.  Her wet snatch dripped onto the cool painted
cement floor.  Sherry sat down beside her and they
looked at eachother.  Dina was still out of breath
from her earth-shattering orgasm.

"This isn't over," Sherry told her, forcing anger into
her voice, "I'm not finished with you."  But Dina
could see remorse twinkling in Sherry's eyes.  And
then something startling happened.  Sherry started
kissing Dina hungrily on the lips, forcing her tongue
inside Dina's mouth.  The naked girl resisted at first
out of surprise, but then gave in and they two
highschool girls made out like two long lost lovers. 
Then just as suddenly as she started, Sherry stopped
kissing Dina and rushed out the door.  The mixed
signals had Dina's head spinning.  It occurred to her
that Sherry was probably very horny from all the
sexual contact, yet hadn't been able to get off
herself.

Dina's body and mind started to return to earth, and
she realized that she had to get it together.  "They
took my clothes!"  She was about to stand up when she
heard the unmistakable sound of soccer cleats
shuffling towards the lockerroom door.

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