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Hi,

Here is a new story, my first about a celebrity. I hope you like it!

Love,
Kelli

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WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Its contents are of a 
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between 
underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may 
contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that 
could be highly offensive to almost every reader. This story is intended for 
ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW. Feedback is 
appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it stimulating.

NICOLE'S STORY

By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)

Codes: MMMMF nc rape torture murder

CHAPTER 1: Not What I Thought It Would Be

When I married Tom, it was not what I thought it would be -- marriage to a 
great guy, a big Hollywood star that all the girls loved. He didn't touch me 
for two weeks after we got married, and when he did touch me, he hit me. We 
had gone to a premiere, and I cuddled up against Tom all evening, thinking 
he liked it when I did that -- but as soon as we got home, he slapped me so 
hard it knocked me down. He kicked me in the stomach and told me I was a 
stupid little slut. He told me he was gay, and he hated girls, especially 
girls like me, that used our bodies to tease men.

He tried to kick my breasts, but I covered my chest with my arms and his 
shoe hit my left arm and I started bleeding. I was so scared, I just lost 
control of my body -- and I pissed on myself. I could feel the warm urine 
soaking through my panties and staining my dress, and I was so ashamed of 
myself. Tom started laughing at me, and told me to clean up the mess. I 
tried to get up, but he made me stay on my hands and knees while I soaked up 
the dark yellow pee with my skirt. My dress was ruined, but Tom just watched 
me and kept telling me I was a stupid, worthless little whore.

I ran to the bedroom and checked my face, and I had a large bruise on my 
cheek where he hit me. I had some scenes to film the next day, and it took 
the makeup man two hours to cover up my bruises. I told him I fell and hurt 
myself, but I think he knew that Tom had hit me because of the way he looked 
at me, like I was a cheap little slut. I could see that he would enjoy 
hitting me himself -- he looked at me cruelly, like a pimp looks at one of 
his whores. I was and humiliated and I could feel my face flush deep red 
with embarrassment.

When I was shooting my scenes, I could tell that the makeup man had spread 
some gossip about what had happened to me. All the men looked at me like I 
was just a cheap little bitch, and it made me cry.

That night when I got home, Tom had some surprises for me.

CHAPTER 2: My Humiliation Begins

I was on the cold tile floor in the living room, laying on my stomach, and 
Tom had his thumb in my ass and two fingers in my pussy. He was fingering me 
while two of his friends stood over us and watched my husband humiliate me.

Tom had grabbed me as soon as I walked in the front door. He had two of his 
friends with him, and he told me they were there to watch what he was going 
to do to me. I recognized them as two crew members on the film I was making. 
Tom knew them from one of his films. He told me to drop my skirt and 
panties, and when I just stared at him, he put his fingers inside the waist 
of my skirt and tore off the button. Then he used both hands to pull my 
skirt down around my knees, and before I could even react, he pulled my 
panties down, exposing my pussy completely. I tried to hit him, but he 
shoved me hard, and I fell down on the floor. He squatted beside me and 
turned me over, forced my legs as far apart as he could with my skirt and 
panties around my knees, and penetrated my asshole and my pussy with his 
thumb and fingers.

He told me to turn my head so I could look at his friends. They were staring 
at me, and I could see bulges in their pants where their cocks had 
stiffened. Tom told them it was OK to rub their cocks, and both of them put 
their hands between their legs, rubbing slowly as they watched me.

Tom was moving his fingers insistently, probing deep inside my vagina as his 
thumb filled my anus, and I gasped as I had an orgasm. I glared at him and 
his friends, but I knew they had seen my body quivering as the orgasm washed 
over me. Tom had never touched me this way, much as I had wanted him to, and 
although the circumstances were humiliating, my body was responding to his 
touch. I felt another orgasm building between my legs, and closed my eyes as 
it swept through my body.

But Tom didn't want me to enjoy myself, so he jammed his thumb deeper into 
my rectum, and I grunted in pain. He jerked his thumb out of me, making me 
yelp in pain, and brought his hand to my face. "Lick it, Nic -- I want you 
to taste your own ass and cunt." He forced his fingers in my mouth, and the 
smell of my own vagina filled my nose as he swished his fingers around in my 
mouth. Then he withdrew his fingers and inserted his thumb, and the smell 
and taste of my own shit made me grimace. He poked his thumb around in my 
mouth, and told me to lick it, but I tried not to let my tongue come in 
contact with it. He pulled it out, and wiped his hand down both of my cheeks 
as he grinned at me. "There's something I want you to do for me tomorrow, 
angel."

He reached under a chair and pulled out a plastic dildo. It was black, 
shaped like a Negro's erect penis, and it had thin straps attached to its 
base. Tom grinned at me as he stroked the dildo. "You like this, Nic? You 
like big black cocks in your tight little cunt?" I glared up at him and said 
nothing. He told me to stand up and spread my legs. I obeyed slowly, and he 
started to insert the dildo into my pussy. I slapped it away, and he turned 
to his friends. "Hold this bitch for me, will you, guys?" The two men each 
took one of my arms, and I spit at them as I tried to get loose, but they 
held me too tightly. Tom reached between my legs and inserted the dildo into 
my slit, which was already wet from his earlier manipulations. The dildo 
easily slid inside me, and I gasped as its 10-inch length filled my vagina.

Tom pulled out a thin leather belt with three small metal rings at 
intervals. He put the belt around my waist and tightened it, then snapped on 
a tiny padlock. Then he looped the thin leather straps from the dildo up 
around my waist and fastened them with tiny padlocks to the metal rings on 
the belt, locking the dildo so I couldn't take it off. I squirmed as the 
dildo filled my pussy, and the two men released me. The three of them stood 
there grinning, watching my discomfort as the dildo worked its way deeper 
inside me when I straightened up. It seemed to reach so deep inside me, and 
I knew that every step I took would make it move inside me.

"Good girl, Nic. I want you to wear that to work tomorrow, and when you come 
home, I'll have another surprise for you." He gave high fives to the two men 
as I glared at all of them.

CHAPTER 3: An Awful Day

I could barely sleep that night, with that awful plastic cock inside me. 
Every little movement made the dildo shift in my pussy, and I started to 
lubricate involuntarily as my vagina was stimulated. By morning the sheets 
were soaked with my vaginal secretions, and my gown was odorous with the 
smell of my own genitals. The whole room smelled of cunt, and my maid gave 
me several long looks as she helped me get dressed. I sent her out while I 
was bathing, not wanting her to see the device that I was wearing between my 
legs.

The day on the set was just awful. I had six costume changes, and of course 
I had to send my dresser out of the dressing room every time, to hide the 
shame of the dildo inside me. I thought I was keeping my secret hidden -- 
but at the first setup of the day, I saw the two men who had been in my 
house the night before, and had seen the dildo being inserted into my 
vagina. They were talking to other crew members, and soon everyone knew the 
dirty little secret I was trying to hide. Every man on the crew watched me 
intently every minute of that day, and the women watched with almost equal 
fascination.

When I walked to or from the set, they all knew the dildo was inflaming my 
pussy, and it was all I could do to mask my expressions. Several times I 
closed my eyes as orgasms washed over me -- there was simply nothing I could 
do to prevent them. When I stood very straight, the dildo was pulled deeply 
into my cunt, and I always had an orgasm when that happened. Several times I 
had to return to my dressing room to wipe vaginal secretions off my legs, 
where they had oozed out of my pussy and leaked down my thighs. During one 
scene, I felt the sticky fluids on my legs, but I couldn't stop until the 
scene ended, and I could see little trails of my juices down both legs, all 
the way to my feet. Some of the crewmen actually laughed at me as I ran to 
my dressing room, and the women were looking at me with such disgust as I 
have never seen. They knew I was behaving like a little slut, but there was 
nothing I could do about it.

The day finally ended, and when the chauffeur opened the car door at my 
house, I felt a great relief. At last I could have some privacy and rest.

I had forgotten that Tom had another surprise for me.

CHAPTER 4: My First Sex Party

When I walked through our front door, Tom was there waiting for me -- with 
ten of his friends, men from the crew of his movie. One of them slammed the 
door shut behind me, and shoved me toward Tom. He grabbed me, then jerked me 
around so he was behind me. He tore off my blouse and ripped off my bra, so 
I was naked above the waist, and then he used his hands to cup my breasts 
and lift them, offering them to the men. "Who wants a piece of this little 
slut?"

The men crowded in around me, reaching out for me, squeezing my breasts and 
pinching my nipples. Tom shoved me forward, and the men surrounded me. One 
of them tore off my skirt, then used a knife to cut my panties and remove 
them. My shoes were removed, and I was standing there completely naked. I 
looked at Tom, pleading with my eyes, but he just stood there and laughed at 
me. "Nicole, this is what I've wanted since I met you -- to give you to my 
friends and watch while they fuck the crap out of you. I wouldn't touch your 
slutty little body on a bet."

I was crying as two of the men shoved me down on the floor. They grabbed my 
legs and held them wide apart, and the other men lined up and started 
fucking me. They treated me like a piece of meat -- each man got down 
between my open legs and just stuck his cock in my pussy, then fucked me 
roughly until he was ready to cum. Every man left his load inside me, and I 
was so thankful I was wearing my diaphragm -- at least they wouldn't get me 
pregnant.

After they all fucked me, the men left me laying there on the floor while 
Tom served cold bottles of beer to all of them. Some of them poured beer on 
my breasts and my pussy, but I was too exhausted to try to stop them. They 
had fucked me for more than an hour, and my vagina was sore and tender. My 
legs ached from being held open while I was being fucked, and my legs were 
covered with scratches and bruises.

Tom told me to dance for them. I knew it would do no good to protest, so I 
stood up slowly, and a huge gush of warm semen ran out of my slit and oozed 
down my legs. I tried to wipe it off, but Tom told me to leave it on me. I 
danced naked for the men, feeling the sperm leaking out of my pussy the 
whole time, oozing down over my bare feet onto the tile floor. I was trying 
to smile, trying to pretend I was enjoying performing for them, but my whole 
body was trembling with shame and embarrassment.

The second round of fucking began when all the men had finished their beers. 
This time I was told to bend over the sofa with my legs apart, and the men 
fucked me from behind. I was terrified that they might try to fuck me in the 
ass -- I've never been touched that way -- but they all used my pussy. This 
time they kept coming back, each man taking as many turns as he could while 
he could still get an erection, and I couldn't understand how they could do 
it -- until I turned my head and looked across the room. Tom was there on 
his knees, sucking on a man's cock, using his hands to caress the man's 
balls gently. I couldn't believe my husband was actually gay, but I knew he 
must be -- the cock in his mouth was 12 inches long, and he was taking it 
all down his throat, until his lips were buried in the man's pubic hair. The 
man pulled out of Tom's mouth with a huge erection, and Tom grinned at me as 
the man got down between my legs and penetrated me with his cock, still wet 
from Tom's mouth. Tom started sucking another cock, and I realized he was 
doing it for two reasons -- because he loved to suck, and because he wanted 
me to service as many cocks as possible.

With Tom giving them erections, my fuckers kept doing me for about four 
hours. When they finally finished, Tom told me to go upstairs. I had an 
early call the next day, and it was already after 2:00 AM. I tried to stand 
up, but the pain between my legs made me groan. Tom came over to me and 
stuck two fingers into my pussy, and I grunted as a sharp pain shot through 
my body. He swished his fingers around inside me, then brought his fingers 
to my mouth and told me to clean them. I glared up at him as I licked up the 
warm semen and my own vaginal secretions. Before I was finished, he pulled 
his fingers out of my mouth and smeared the vile juices on my face. "Now you 
look nice, Nic -- you look like a slut that just had a good time with a lot 
of her friends." He shoved me toward the stairs, and the men laughed at me 
as I stumbled across the room, still completely naked, with their 
foul-smelling juices leaking out of my vagina. One of them slapped me across 
my ass as I passed by him, and the others cheered. I was crying as I slowly 
climbed the stairs.

In the bedroom, I examined my pussy, and tried to clean myself. My vagina 
was terribly painful and raw, and a yellowish pus was oozing out and running 
down my legs, mixed with my own juices and the thick ropey sperm my fuckers 
had left inside me. I douched again and again, trying to get every trace of 
their cum out of me.

CHAPTER 5: My First Gang-Bang

The next night when I finished at the studio, I thought about going to a 
hotel, but I knew it would cause a sensation with the tabloids, so I went 
home. I entered the house slowly, afraid I would find another group of men 
waiting for me, but there was nobody there.

I sat down in the living room with a brandy, and slipped off my shoes -- and 
suddenly I heard the front door open. Loud voices poured into the room as 
Tom walked in, followed by about 20 other men. My heart sank as my husband 
came over to me. "Oh, Nicole, I'm SO glad you're home!" The men roared with 
laughter as Tom grabbed my drink. He held the glass over my head and poured 
the brandy in my hair. The men cheered as I was soaked with the liquor. It 
got in my eyes, and I couldn't see what was happening as Tom jerked me to my 
feet. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the center of the room as I 
struggled to get away. I begged him, "No, Tom, please don't do this to me 
again... please leave me alone!"

He threw me on the floor and kicked me in the ass, and I screamed with 
surprise and pain. I rolled into a ball, with my arms over my head, and he 
kicked me twice more. Then he told me what he had in mind for me.

"I've never seen a gang-bang, Nic, and I really want to see one. That little 
party yesterday was just some friendly fucking with your new friends. What I 
want to see is some guys doing anything they want to some stupid little 
whore, and I've decided you're the perfect girl to play the part of the 
whore. I found these guys in East L.A. today, waiting for manual labor jobs 
on the street. Most of them don't speak English, but that won't matter when 
it comes to sex, will it? And some of them aren't too clean, but hey, I'm 
sure you like your men a little raunchy."

I looked at the men -- dirty, dark-skinned Mexicans, mostly, with a few 
greasy, sweaty white guys, and several hard-looking Negro men who looked at 
me and licked their lips. I closed my eyes as Tom grabbed my wrists and 
pulled me to my feet. He told me to strip for his friends. I glared at him, 
but he just laughed and reached for the top button on my blouse. I slapped 
his hand away, but I knew I couldn't escape from this hell he had created 
for me.

I tried to look seductive as I opened my blouse, thinking I would prolong 
this part as long as I could. But as soon as I took off my blouse, one of 
the Negroes reached out and grabbed my skirt, and tore it off me. Another 
grabbed my blouse out of my hand, and I was standing there in just my 
panties and bra. I tried dancing a little, hoping I could delay taking off 
anything more, and the men made a low growling sound that scared me. Then 
Tom told me to wait, and ran up the stairs.

The men drew closer to me, and I was afraid they might attack me right 
there, but then Tom came back down. He handed me a pair of my shoes and told 
me to put them on. "You should wear your `fuck me' shoes when you're about 
to get fucked, angel." He grinned at me as I sat down in a chair. The shoes 
were red ankle strap pumps with 5-inch heels, and I hardly ever wore them 
because it was so hard to keep my balance. I could barely walk in them, and 
they hurt my ankles and legs terribly -- but I knew they did make me look 
like a sexy little tart. I buckled the straps around my ankles, and as I did 
so, Tom leaned down and took my left foot and lifted it high, so I had to 
slide down in the chair.

He unbuckled the ankle strap and jerked it much too tight, so it cut into my 
ankle sharply, then refastened it. He was holding a small padlock, and he 
inserted the hasp through the buckle and snapped the lock closed. He 
repeated these actions with my other foot, then looked down at me. "We don't 
want you to lose your slut shoes, so I've locked them on your pretty little 
feet, angel. You can take them off when WE tell you."

Besides having very high heels, the shoes were actually the wrong size for 
me. I wear size 11 -- I have long, slim feet -- but these were size 9, given 
to me and hardly worn because they're too small. They hurt my feet, and with 
the ankle straps too tight, I winced with pain as I tried to stand up. I 
teetered on the high heels, and stumbled as I tried to take a step. The men 
all laughed at me as I tried to keep my balance. God, those shoes hurt! My 
ankles were on fire, and I could feel the padlocks banging into my ankles 
with each step. I started to cry, but my tears just made the men laugh 
louder.

I was standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by those vile men. Tom 
told me to take off my bra. I glared at him for a long moment, but I was 
afraid he would hurt me if I refused, so I reached up and unhooked my bra 
and let it slide down past my hips to the floor. The men yelled and 
applauded. I knew what was next, so I put my fingers in the waistband of my 
panties and pulled them down. As I tried to lift my right foot to take off 
my panties, my left foot slipped on the polished tile floor, and I fell 
down. The man hooted with laughter as I tried to get up. The heels on my 
shoes were so high, I could barely stand in them, and my ankles were on fire 
with pain. I got my panties off and stood there, completely naked, trying to 
cover my breasts and pussy with my hands while the men made comments about 
my body. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as one of them said I had a 
pretty pussy.

Tom told the men to sit down, and they crowded onto the sofas and chairs. 
The living room was huge, and there was plenty of room. Tom had several of 
the men help him, going to the kitchen and bringing in tubs filled with beer 
bottles that had been iced down. I realized he had been planning this party, 
and it made me hate him much more. When all the men had beers, Tom sat down 
and looked up at me. "Dance for my friends, Nic. Show them what a great body 
you have." The men cheered, and I knew I had to do it, so I stepped to the 
center of the room and made some dance movements. Some of the men opened 
their pants and took out their cocks, and I shivered with fear as they 
started to rub themselves, their eyes on me all the time.

Tom told me to stop, and I stood there with my hands over my breasts and 
pussy.

CHAPTER 6: Removing My Diaphragm

"It's time for you to enjoy all these cocks, Nic, but first I want you to do 
something special for us." I could only imagine he wanted me to do some 
other degrading thing, but he looked at me and grinned meanly as he said, 
"Take out your diaphragm."

I was struck with the most awful wave of loathing and disgust as I glared at 
Tom. What a dirty, filthy thing to make me do. He knew I didn't want to get 
pregnant, because of the terrible things that pregnancy does to a woman's 
body. But now I knew what he wanted to happen to me, and I hated him all the 
more for it. I faced him squarely. "No, you bastard, I will not. Screw you!"

Tom stood up slowly, still grinning -- and suddenly he punched me in the 
stomach. I doubled over in pain, and Tom shoved me down, so I was squatting 
with my legs spread apart. He put one hand between my legs. "Want me to do 
it for you, cunt?" He put two fingers in my pussy, and I slapped him as hard 
as I could. I pushed him away, and tried to run away from him, but my slut 
shoes slipped again on the floor, and I went down on my butt, hard. The men 
roared with laughter as I sat up, legs splayed out in front of me. Tom took 
two steps to get to me, and grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted me. As 
soon as I was on my feet, he took my left nipple in his fingers and started 
walking back to the center of the room -- pulling me by my nipple. I 
screamed in pain and anger as I stumbled along, my high heels slipping with 
every step. In the center of the room, he stopped -- and took both of my 
nipples in his fingers. He looked into my eyes cruelly. "Take out your 
fucking diaphragm now, bitch, or I'm going to cut off your fucking nipples."

I was crying quietly as I squatted and put one hand between my legs. I 
inserted two fingers in my vagina and probed deeper until I could feel the 
edge of my diaphragm, tightly held in my cervix. The men were all leaning 
forward, rubbing their cocks, leering at me like animals. My fingers 
slipped, and I had to try again, sweat popping out on my face as I strained 
to keep my balance while squatting in my high heels. Finally I grasped the 
edge of the diaphragm, and slowly withdrew it from inside me. I dropped it 
on the floor, but Tom -- that bastard -- told me to pick it up and show it 
to his friends, to prove that it was really out of me.

My face was deeply flushed with embarrassment and shame as I raised the 
small rubber diaphragm and showed it to those vile men. They made smooching 
sounds, and most of them now had erections from watching me. Tom had one 
more degrading task for me. "Put it in your mouth and swallow it, Nic. I 
want you to taste your cunt slime all over it." My eyes teared up again as 
the humiliation of all this hit me, and I pleaded with my eyes for him to 
stop -- but Tom just stared at me, waiting.

I put the slimy piece of rubber on my tongue. It was dripping with my 
vaginal secretions, and I almost gagged as I tried to swallow it. Finally I 
was able to get it down, and all the men cheered as I stood up. Sticky 
fluids were leaking out of my vagina, trickling down my inner thighs as I 
stood there, terribly aware of my nakedness, just wanting all this to be 
over.

Tom caressed my face as he looked at the men. "Guys, you just saw this bitch 
get rid of her diaphragm. I wanted you to see her take it out, so you'd know 
she was completely open for you, ready to accept whatever you want to give 
her." He put his hand between my legs, making me gasp as he flicked his 
fingernail over my clitoris. "And one more thing, guys -- she's ovulating 
now. I've been checking her temperature while she was sleeping, and this is 
the perfect time for her to get pregnant. So I want you to fuck her without 
wearing a rubber, and I want you to cum inside her, and I want you to fuck 
her as many times as you can. She wants a baby, and I want you to give her 
one. You can do anything to her -- I don't care -- but just be sure you cum 
inside her."

CHAPTER 7: The Gang-Bang Begins

Tom pulled an ottoman to the center of the room and told me to sit down on 
it. As I obeyed, he shoved my shoulders backward, and I ended up splayed 
across the ottoman, on my back, my head and shoulders on the floor, my high 
heels on the floor on the other side, and my torso on the ottoman. It was a 
terribly uncomfortable position, and I tried to sit up, but two of the men 
held my shoulders against the floor, so I was pinned down. Two more of them 
grabbed my legs and forced them wide apart, bending my knees so I was in the 
most lewd position possible, with my groin thrust forward and my pussy 
gaping open. I struggled, but the men held me fast, and I gave up and just 
lay there and waited.

Tom decided to auction me off -- to sell the right for one of the men to be 
the first to fuck me. He stood between my legs and caressed my pubic area as 
he asked the men for bids. None of them had much money, and soon he declared 
the winner to be one of the Negro men -- who had bought me for $12. My face 
grew redder as the winner advanced and stood over me. God, he smelled awful! 
He was at least 6 feet 6, and had huge shoulders. He dropped his pants, and 
his erection sprang out proudly. I gasped involuntarily -- I knew Negro men 
had large cocks, but this one was at least 14 inches long and 3 inches wide. 
It was as big as my forearm, and I knew it would damage me if this brute 
tried to force it inside me. I tried once more to get loose, but the four 
men holding me just laughed as my first rapist got down between my legs.

The Negro didn't even look at me -- he just forced open my vaginal lips and 
penetrated me with his huge cock. I groaned, and tried to open myself as 
much as I could, in self-defense -- but allowing this brute inside me made 
me feel so horribly dirty. It was like I was letting him rape me, and every 
instinct told me not to do it -- but I knew he would tear me apart if I 
resisted. My vagina has always been very small and tight, and I knew his big 
cock would stretch me painfully -- but I was not prepared for the pain that 
shot through my body when he started to shove it deeper in me. It felt like 
a baseball bat being forced inside me, and the pain was unbearable. I 
screamed, a wailing cry that echoed off the walls as I closed my eyes and 
struggled against the men holding me down.

The Negro only gave me a few shallow strokes before he ejaculated -- his 
excitement was so great that he didn't have time to work his cock very deep 
into my vagina. I grimaced as I felt his thick sperm filling my pussy. "Aw, 
shit!" was his only expression as he pumped me full of his ropey semen -- he 
had wanted to screw me for much longer, but his cock betrayed him. He pulled 
out of me quickly, then slapped me across my face. I gasped, startled and 
angry, and then he slapped me again. "This stupid cunt milked me too fast, 
man, I want another go at her." He looked at Tom, who grinned and told him 
it was one screw per customer, at least at the beginning. The Negro got off 
me, and I relaxed a little.

The next man, a very dirty-looking Mexican, stood over me, his eyes on my 
gaping pussy. Before he could mount me, Tom told him to wait a moment. The 
man stood there rubbing his erect cock while Tom looked around at the men. 
"Look, guys, what I want to see here is a gang RAPE, not just some fucking. 
This is the chance of a lifetime for you -- a chance to do ANYTHING you 
want, and with a beautiful movie star. Come on, now, let your imagination 
run wild! Think about all those movies this little slut has made where some 
asshole got to make love to her. Think about her spreading those long legs 
of hers and wrapping them around some guy that didn't even get to stick his 
cock in her. Well, YOU have the chance to screw the shit out of her -- but 
here you are, cumming way too fast. Now I want you guys to show this stupid 
bitch what it's like to be a whore."

Tom stepped closer to me, and knelt down beside me. He caressed my face as I 
glared at him. He looked up at my next rapist. "Look at this sweet face, man 
-- doesn't it make you want to screw this bitch until she can't walk?" He 
put both hands on my breasts and fondled me roughly, and I tried to twist 
away from him, but I was still pinned down. "Look at her little titties -- 
don't you want to kiss them and bite them while you sink your cock into her 
juicy little cunt? Well, DO IT!!"

The man between my legs fell on me, his eyes wide with frenzy as he poked 
his cock around between my legs. He was making animal noises as he tried to 
get his cock inside me, and suddenly he shoved it all the way up my snatch. 
I gasped loudly as he filled me, and then he started raping me like I was a 
bitch in heat. I've never been fucked like that -- never. The force of his 
thrusts made my body jerk back and forth. His smell was just awful -- it was 
like he had raw sewage all over his clothes. My stomach lurched as the odor 
overwhelmed me, and I tried not to vomit. The thought of his filthy cock 
inside me nauseated me, and I felt the bile rising in my throat, but I 
fought it hard, and somehow I didn't throw up.

The man was grunting like a pig as he raped me, his cock pistoning like a 
dog as he thrust fast and hard into my tender pussy. He raped me for several 
minutes, then made a groaning sound as he exploded inside me. He drooled on 
my face while he was cumming, and I turned my head, but not fast enough -- 
his spit got in my eyes and went up my nose, making me gag. He seemed to cum 
forever, his big cock spurting again and again. Finally he pulled out of me, 
his cock dribbling a long string of yellowish semen across my legs as stood 
up. He squeezed a little more cum out of his cock, and it splattered down on 
my ankles.

But Tom wanted to humiliate me a little more. "Hey, man, she loved it! Let 
her kiss your cock so she can tell you how much she loved it." Tom looked at 
me, and I knew he would hurt me if I didn't obey. My rapist came and stood 
beside my head, then squatted and held the tip of his cock an inch from my 
mouth. The odor of his genitals was just horrible, but I tried to look 
grateful as I brushed my lips over his cock. I glared up at Tom, and the man 
started to stand up, but Tom pushed him back down. "Tell him, Nic -- tell 
him how much you loved it, how much you enjoyed having his cock inside you. 
Thank the nice man, like a good little whore."

I swallowed, and tried to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again. "Thank 
you for fucking me... I really liked it a lot... I love how big your cock is..." 
I said it very quietly, tears running down my cheeks. I looked at my rapist, 
and he seemed to realize the power he had over me. He ran his cock over my 
lips, and said in broken English, "Hey beetch, you kiss me again there, you 
tell me you love me!" I closed my eyes and kissed the head of his cock, and 
said, "I love you" as I felt his cock stiffen a little. He wiped it on my 
cheek, and Tom told him to pass me on to another man. My rapist looked at 
the next man and said, "The leetle beetch is ready for you, I got her warmed 
up good!" The next man got between my legs, and I closed my eyes again.

CHAPTER 8: An Endless Line of Men

I don't know how many times I got raped before I opened my eyes again. As 
soon as one man finished using me, another was right there to stick his cock 
in my slit. I could smell them all. Each man had a different odor, but they 
all smelled like garbage, like sewage, like rotted fruit. Each cock that 
split me open had a different feel to it, but they all felt big, and hard, 
and painful. Each man brought his cock to my mouth after he filled my cunt 
with warm sperm, and I had to kiss the cock and tell him how much I loved 
what he did to me. My face had semen all over it, from the men wiping their 
cocks on my cheeks after they used me, and my legs were covered with cum 
that had leaked out of my vagina.

The men holding me down had long since taken their positions in line to rape 
me. I was so exhausted by the continuous fucking, I couldn't possibly have 
gotten up off the floor. I was still splayed backward across the ottoman, 
and my back and shoulders were aching. My pussy was raw and sore, and every 
penetration felt like a knife was being inserted in my vagina.

I was getting cramps from keeping my legs spread apart, but I found that if 
I lifted my legs in the air, it relieved the cramps a little. So I lifted my 
legs and wrapped them around the man that was fucking me -- and it made him 
cum right away. The fool thought I actually liked it -- thought I was 
encouraging him by putting my legs around him. I didn't care what those 
bastards thought -- I just wanted to ease the pain a little. I began 
wrapping my legs around each man as soon as he penetrated me. It did mean 
that I was helping him penetrate me deeper, but the relief from the cramps 
was heavenly, so I continued acting like a little tart. I grasped the men 
tightly with my legs, and by thrusting against them, I could get them to cum 
sooner and get off me.

After all the men had screwed me once, Tom served cold beer in bottles, and 
they all sat around and made comments about me. I was too tired to even try 
to get up, so I just lay there on the ottoman, my legs splayed apart, with 
warm semen oozing out of my pussy and dripping down over the ottoman onto 
the floor.


CHAPTER 9: The Contest

Tom decided to have a contest -- to see which of my rapists could fuck me 
the most times. He got a notepad and listed each man's name, and when they 
started fucking me again, he marked down each time a man ejaculated inside 
me. Round One took two hours, and I got raped 20 more times in the process. 
All the men dumped their loads inside me, but some of them needed help to 
get an erection before Round Two -- so Tom told me to suck each man's cock, 
to give him an erection so he could rape me. The first man in line brought 
his cock to my mouth, and I used my tongue and lips to stimulate him. He 
pulled out of my mouth with a huge erection, and got between my legs and 
stuck his cock in my slit as the next man stood beside me. I sucked him 
until he got hard, and he screwed me while I was sucking the next man.

My mouth and pussy were filled with cocks for another three hours, until all 
the men had ejaculated inside me again. I felt bloated from all the cum that 
had been deposited in my vagina -- and I knew there was a good chance that I 
was already pregnant. But after so many men had raped me, there would be no 
way in determine who the father was -- and this thought brought tears to my 
eyes. If I had to have a baby, why did it have to be this way, with these 
horrible men? And the baby would look like a Mexican -- or, much worse, like 
a Negro. Just the thought of a Negro baby inside me made me sick to my 
stomach, and a Mexican baby would be almost as bad.

Just at that moment, I felt another cock being forced into my mouth, and I 
opened my eyes to look up at a fat Negro with a sweaty face and filthy skin. 
He was grinning at me as he told me to suck him, and I gagged as I tried to 
take his large cock into my mouth. He gripped my ears and forced his organ 
down my throat, and I gagged and coughed loudly. The other men just laughed 
as they watched the Mexican between my legs giving me a long fucking. The 
Negro in my mouth held my nostrils closed with his fingers, and I suddenly 
gasped as I tried to breathe around his cock meat. He fucked my mouth, 
cutting off my air with each stroke, but finally it was time for him to rape 
me, and he jerked his cock out of my mouth and took his place between my 
legs.

CHAPTER 10: And The Winner Is...

I was raped all night, and I lost track of Tom's damn contest, but sometime 
near dawn he declared a winner when none of the men could get any more 
erections. The winner was a Negro with the biggest cock in the room -- 15 
inches by my estimation. He had screwed me seven times. His prize was, of 
course, me -- but his cock was soft and he couldn't fuck me. So Tom handed 
him the biggest dildo I'd ever seen -- about the same length as the Negro's 
cock, but with a handgrip at the base -- and told the Negro to use it to 
rape me. I shuddered as the filthy man got down between my legs with that 
vile piece of plastic.

The head of the dildo was as big as a tennis ball, and my rapist had trouble 
getting it inside me. My cunt had been stretched from all the times I'd been 
screwed during the gang-bang, but this dildo was much too big for me to take 
without pain. The Negro worked about half of its length into my pussy, then 
started to rape me with deep, slow strokes that drove me crazy. My body just 
couldn't help but respond, and my pussy was creaming like mad. I was 
thrusting my hips, helping my rapist screw me, and I knew I was acting like 
a slut but I didn't care. The pain was growing inside my vagina as the dildo 
stretched me terribly, and my fucker was increasing the speed of his 
strokes. I felt the soft walls of my vagina being torn by the dildo, and I 
knew I was going to start bleeding if it wasn't taken out soon.

But the orgasms made me thrust harder against the dildo. I had never had 
multiple orgasms before, but now I was exploding again and again, and it was 
heavenly!! I abandoned all appearance of sanity and just focused on the 
dildo between my legs, thrusting my hips savagely as the Negro met my every 
thrust with a hard stroke into my cunt. I felt so dirty, so slutty, so 
whorish -- but I just didn't care -- the wanton feeling in my pussy radiated 
through my body and made me forget everything else. My vaginal juices were 
oozing down over the dildo, lubricating it as my fucker kept ramming it into 
me.

I screamed weakly as my mind seemed to explode with all the orgasms. My 
rapist gave me a very deep stroke, and suddenly it was over. He pulled out 
the dildo and dropped it on my bare chest, and my own juices ran off it and 
dripped down over my breasts.

Tom sent the men away and went upstairs, leaving me there in the living room 
with my pussy full of warm sperm. It was 4:00 AM, and I was supposed to be 
on the set in one hour. I called in sick, and locked myself in my bedroom.

CHAPTER 11: Washing Away the Filth

I knew I might already be pregnant, but I was determined to do everything I 
could to prevent it, so I douched with the strongest mixture I had on hand. 
It made my pussy smell like a restroom after it's been cleaned, but I didn't 
care. I douched three times, but I wanted to do more -- so I picked up the 
hand sprayer from the shower. It was attached to the faucet by a long tube, 
so any part of the body could be washed. The sprayer was about six inches 
long, with a large head on it, and it actually looked a little like the 
dildo that had just been used to rape me -- but I needed to clean myself, so 
I slowly inserted the head of it into my slit.

I gasped as the head penetrated by pussy lips -- I was very sore and raw 
from being screwed so many times. Every movement of it caused pain to shoot 
through me like a knife, but I knew I had to do it. I forced it in until the 
entire sprayer was inside me, with the tube hanging out of my pussy, and 
then I turned on the water, full force. I was standing in the tub, 
completely naked, with my legs apart, and a gush of water came out of my 
vagina and splashed down into the tub. I started crying when I noticed the 
water was reddish -- evidence that I was bleeding inside. The pain was like 
none I had ever felt, but I kept the water running for five minutes, hoping 
to clean every drop of sperm out of my genitals.

When I finished, I turned off the water and withdrew the sprayer head slowly 
from my vagina, gasping with pain as it finally emerged from inside me. I 
looked down, and the bottom of the tub was absolutely covered with globs of 
semen that had been washed out of my pussy. They were so thick, they 
wouldn't wash down the drain, and the sight made me feel sick. Then I caught 
the smell -- the horribly sickly sweet smell of semen -- and I bent over as 
the vomit rose inside me and spilled out of my open mouth. It was just too 
much -- the hours of shame downstairs with my body exposed, the men waiting 
for their chance to penetrate me, the humiliation of being raped while men 
stood over me and watched my degradation, and now the sight and smell of the 
vile juices they had deposited inside my body. I retched until my stomach 
was empty, and finally stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and tried 
to wipe off all traces of the sperm and vomit covering my legs and feet. 
Then I sank down to the floor and sat there crying until dawn.

CHAPTER 12: My Pregnancy Is Confirmed

A gynecologist confirmed, two weeks later, that I was pregnant. I knew it 
already, just something I felt -- a kind of sourness inside me, a feeling of 
being soiled and dirty. I knew one of those horrible men had impregnated me 
-- and since so many of them fucked me that day, there was no way for me to 
know who the father was.

I was not alone during my examination -- Tom had figured out another way to 
degrade and humiliate me. He arranged for me to see an OB-GYN that he knew, 
an ugly little man who arranged abortions for actresses who got pregnant at 
inconvenient times. My examination was performed in a room with a viewing 
lounge above -- it was designed for doctors to observe operations -- and in 
the lounge were all the men who had raped me at my gang-bang. Tom invited 
them to watch while my legs were spread apart and my feet put in the 
stirrups, and the doctor began probing into my most private place. Unlike a 
usual exam, I was naked for this one -- Tom made me strip before I entered 
the exam room, so I had to walk to the table with my breasts jiggling and my 
pussy totally exposed.

Before I lay down on the table, Tom grabbed my wrist and twisted it, and 
told me to dance for the men. I jerked my arm away and glared at him, but I 
knew I had to obey or he would just humiliate me in a worse way. I danced 
naked for my rapists, turning so they could all see every part of my body, 
and then Tom told me to lay down on the table. With my legs elevated and 
spread wide, those vile men had a perfect view as my vagina was opened with 
a speculum. The doctor opened the speculum as far as it would go, stretching 
my pussy painfully, and then left it there during the entire examination, 
even while he was talking to Tom after he had examined me. I could feel my 
face reddening with embarrassment as every man -- Tom, the doctor, and all 
the men above -- stared at my nakedness hungrily, like the animals they 
were.

When he started talking to the doctor about me, Tom reached out and took my 
left nipple in his fingers and held it the whole time the doctor was telling 
him that I was pregnant. Tom was showing his friends that he had me 
completely under his control, and he could do anything with my body at any 
time. The doctor talked for about 15 minutes, and Tom held me in that 
perverted way, occasionally pinching my nipple while he listened, digging 
his fingernail into the stiff cone of my flesh, making me jerk in pain when 
he wanted to. It was another way for him to degrade me, to let the men know 
I was nothing but a piece of meat that they could have anytime they wanted 
me.

When Tom announced to the men that I was indeed pregnant, they all cheered 
and slapped each other on the back. Tom gave my nipple one last squeeze, and 
then he and the doctor walked out of the room -- leaving me there on the 
examination table, my legs spread open, and that damn speculum still inside 
me. The men above remained where they were, and I knew they were going to 
watch while I tried to remove the speculum myself. It was just so dirty and 
horrible, but I had no choice, so I tried to reach for the plastic device 
between my legs, but I couldn't get hold of it. I could hear the men 
laughing at me as my fingers probed around in my pubic area, and I glared at 
them as tears of shame ran down my cheeks. When I finally got hold of the 
handle, I couldn't get the speculum to move -- I had to withdraw it by 
moving it downward, but with my legs spread and elevated, I couldn't reach 
far enough down. I was sweating heavily as I tried to force the damn thing 
out of me, and finally I felt it slide out a little, but it slipped back 
inside me, and I groaned in frustration as I heard the men laughing louder.

The doctor is supposed to help a girl dismount the examination table, by 
lifting her feet out of the stirrups and lowering them, but it was clear 
that I would receive no such help today, so I lay back and tried to lift my 
left leg -- and screamed as the speculum shifted inside me, the plastic 
edges scraping against the tender walls of my vagina. Pain shot through my 
body, and I relaxed for a moment, but I knew I had to get off that table, to 
get away from those horrible men watching my body every minute. I took a 
deep breath and lifted my left leg again, and I was able to get my foot out 
of the stirrup. I repeated the action with my right foot, and held both legs 
above me for a moment, trying to decide how to proceed.

I couldn't just sit up -- if I tried, the speculum would be driven deeper 
inside me as it was jammed against the table between my legs. I decided to 
roll off the table to my right, but I knew the speculum was going to hurt me 
terribly as I moved. I took another breath, then rolled to the right -- and 
screamed as my legs closed around the handle of the speculum and it dug into 
the walls of my pussy. I hit the floor and somehow managed to remain on my 
feet. The pain was so bad, my eyes were watering freely as I spread my legs 
and squatted. I grabbed the handle of the speculum and started to jerk it 
out of me, but the pain was too intense. I had to do it slowly, and I could 
hear the men yelling and laughing, as if they were at a strip club and I was 
the main attraction. "That's it, baby, do it slow!" "Come on, bitch, show it 
to us!"

I finally worked the speculum out of my vagina, and stood up as I flung it 
across the room. It hit the wall, and my vaginal secretions splattered down 
over the wall as it fell to the floor. I covered my breasts and pussy with 
my hands, and ran from the room as the men above me hooted and gave each 
other high fives.

CHAPTER 13: Pregnancy is Another Word for Hell

When I got home, Tom told me his plans for my pregnancy. He had already sent 
out a press release announcing that I would be giving up all my film and 
stage commitments due to my pregnancy, of course without mentioning HOW it 
was that I came to be pregnant. I knew everyone would assume that Tom had 
impregnated me, and that would be a huge boost for his manly image. How 
shocked everyone would be if they knew the truth -- that Tom stood by and 
watched while he invited the most horrible, filthy men to rape me so many 
times that I was bleeding when they finished with me.

He grinned cruelly at me as he told me I would be spending the next nine 
months in bed -- but not resting or sleeping. He had set up a brothel right 
there in our home -- and I was to be the only whore working there. I would 
be available to any man that wanted me, and the charge would be only $5.

When Tom said that, I gave him as hard and as mean a look as I could manage. 
I knew what he was doing -- degrading me by setting such a low price for me 
that any man could have me. He was telling me how worthless he thought I 
was, that I was nothing more than a female body with those dirty little 
holes that men use to satisfy themselves. He was taking away all my 
accomplishments and fame, and reducing me to just a girl with a pretty face, 
nice breasts, a round ass -- and most of all, a tight little pussy. These 
are the only things men care about, and all they want from a girl -- to use 
her body with no more feeling than they use a urinal. I was to be nothing 
more than a piece of equipment, like a toilet -- a receptacle where men 
deposit the dirty, foul-smelling fluids from their bodies.

He told me I would be expected to suck the cock of every man who came in to 
screw me -- I would have to give him an erection and then lay there while he 
raped me. Every man would be allowed to cum inside me -- since I was already 
pregnant, there was no danger -- and the man's pleasure would be much 
greater when he pumped his semen directly into my vagina. I would be 
required to kiss each cock after my rapist ejaculated in me, and tell him 
how much I enjoyed being fucked with his big cock. If I did not sound 
convincing and sincere, Tom told me, he would allow the man a return visit 
-- at no charge.

I was crying as Tom finished telling me his plans, and he came closer, his 
face a few inches from mine. "Nicole, you're nothing but a worthless little 
whore. You've never been anything else, and it's time for you to accept it. 
Whores don't deserve anything except an endless supply of cocks, and that's 
what I'm giving you, so you should be grateful. Each time a cock penetrates 
your little cunt, just remember that your only reason to be alive is to 
service men, and your only value is in your cunt and your tits and your 
pretty face. Your only function is to submit, to open your private places to 
any man that wants you, to willingly offer the only thing you have -- your 
body -- and accept the gift a man gives you when he allows you to receive 
his semen inside you. You should feel proud every time a man lets you feel 
his cock throbbing inside you, and you should feel honored every time your 
worthless little cunt is filled with sperm. Don't you realize that you are 
just a piece of meat, a pretty body with tits and a pussy, and you have no 
other value except to please the man between your legs? Opening your long 
legs and wrapping them around your fucker is the only way you have of 
validating yourself, the only way you can prove you have any value at all. 
Without a cock inside you, you're just an empty hole -- and there's nothing 
more worthless than an empty cunt. Your vagina is just an ugly little slit 
between your legs -- a hole filled with slimy, sticky, bad-smelling juice. 
No man would ever want to touch your ugly pussy -- except to stick his cock 
up your snatch. As long as your cunt is nice and tight, and you open your 
legs for any man that wants you, your worthless body will have a purpose."

He slapped me across my face, and I fell to the floor. "Worthless little 
slut," he said as he walked out of the room.

I ran to my bedroom and locked the door, then cried myself to sleep. I 
couldn't imagine what was going to happen to me, but I knew it was going to 
be horrible.

CHAPTER 14: My First Day as a Pregnant Whore

I awoke slowly, exhausted by the events of the day before. I started to get 
out of bed -- and found my wrists and ankles were chained to the bed! As I 
looked around, I realized I wasn't in my bedroom at all -- I was in one of 
the spare bedrooms. I realized then that this must be the room Tom said he 
was going to convert into a brothel. He had removed all the furniture except 
the bed -- and it was not the bed we had installed there for guests to use. 
I was lying on an old, rusty, metal-frame bed with no sheets or pillows, 
just a bare mattress -- a broken mattress with a torn cover and cigarette 
burns all over it. The mattress was terribly stained, and it smelled like a 
sewer. My stomach tightened as I tried not to vomit from the odor. The 
stains were yellowish and reddish, and I realized they were from urine and 
blood that had soaked into the mattress. There were also some large pale 
areas covered with caked, flaky white powder -- and I closed my eyes as I 
realized these were dried semen stains. This mattress had been used for acts 
too terrible to imagine -- and now I was chained on top of it.

I looked down at my body. I was naked, and my pubic hair had been completely 
shaved, so my slit was totally exposed. Across my stomach, something was 
written in red lipstick, and I tried to read it upside down. I realized it 
was just one word -- "FUCKHOLE" -- with a large arrow pointing downward, 
ending just above my slit. I felt humiliated, and felt my cheeks redden as 
the door opened and Tom walked in.

The bastard stood beside the bed and ran his fingers over my bare breasts. I 
struggled to get my arms loose so I could hit him, but I was unable to move. 
He grinned down at me, and gently fondled my nipples, and I felt them 
stiffen under his touch. He grinned wider as he pinched both nipples with 
his fingernails, making me yelp with pain. He ground his fingernails into 
the soft, stiff cones of my nipples as I twisted my body, trying to escape 
his perverted touch, but finally I gave up and lay quietly while he hurt me.

Still holding my nipples in his fingers, he said, "I see you're all ready to 
start earning money for me, like a good little whore. I marked the location 
of your cunt, just in case some of your fuckers didn't know where it is." He 
ran one hand down between my legs and brushed his fingers along my slit, and 
I shivered involuntarily as he touched my clitoris. I could feel it stiffen, 
though I tried to ignore his touch. He saw it, and said to me, "Wow, you're 
all hot to go, aren't you, baby? You like this?" He played with my pussy 
lips, running his fingertips along my slit, and I could feel my vagina 
lubricating. God, I felt so hot inside, like I was on fire, but I was 
determined not to show it -- except my body betrayed me and revealed my 
condition. I felt juices starting to ooze out of my pussy, and Tom caught 
the creamy fluid on his fingers and moved his hand up to my face. He smeared 
my own vaginal juices on my face, and I felt tears of shame in my eyes as I 
glared up at him.

He stood up. "It's 6:00 AM -- time for you to start your new life. You'll 
begin servicing your johns every day at 6 o'clock, and I'm going to let them 
screw you til 3:00 AM, so you'll be able to sleep for three hours before you 
have to go back to work. If you work hard, and make your tricks happy, I'll 
let you eat something later. Your bathroom is over there." He pointed to one 
corner of the room, but all I saw was a bucket. The bastard, the lousy 
bastard meant for me to use a bucket for my pissing and shitting! He grinned 
again. "Some of your johns will want to watch you go to the bathroom -- it 
gets them all hot, so they can fuck you good."

I was crying as I looked up at Tom. "Please don't do this to me... I'll do 
anything you want, just let me out of here... please..."

He turned and walked out without another word. In a moment, the door opened 
again, and three men came in -- Negroes, all about 20 years old, looking 
tentative. When they saw me, one of them said, "Man, it's really her -- this 
is gonna be one hot trip!" He walked to the bed and immediately put his 
hands on my breasts. "Hi, Nicole, I'm Jack and I'm gonna screw you so good, 
you're gonna be beggin' for more!" He whooped as his two friends watched him 
drop his pants. "Tom said you'd suck me first, bitch, so open up." He shoved 
his half-hard cock into my mouth, and I had no choice but to suck it. He got 
an erection quickly, and pulled out of my mouth and lay down on top of me. 
He worked his cock into my pussy, his grinning face a few inches above mine, 
and then he licked my cheek as he started to fuck me.

My pussy was terribly raw and sore from the doctor's examination the day 
before, and I grunted in pain as my fucker thrust into me again and again. 
He looked down at me, his face darkening as he said, "This is what all you 
white sluts want, right? A nice big black cock, just for you. Here's what 
you like, baby." He thrust hard, making my body jerk as he pounded into me, 
and suddenly he ejaculated inside me, filling my vagina with warm ropey 
semen. He stayed inside me for a minute, then pulled out his cock and 
brought it to my face. "Tom said you'd want to clean my cock after I fucked 
you, so lick it." I took his throbbing cock in my mouth and cleaned it with 
my tongue. As he pulled it out, I raised my head and kissed the tip of the 
cock, remembering what Tom had demanded that I do. "Thank you for fucking 
me... I loved having your big cock inside me." He leaned down, with his lips 
close to my ear, and said softly, "You're a great fuck -- I'm gonna come 
back and screw you lots more times before you have your baby."

He stepped aside, and the next man gave me his cock to suck. I heard the 
door open while I was sucking, and I angled my eyes past the cock in my 
mouth, and saw four more men come in -- Mexicans, filthy, smelling of beer 
even though it was barely past dawn -- and I knew it was going to be a very 
long day.

I was there on my back for 12 hours before I was allowed to rest and eat 
some food. The men continued in an endless line, and my jaws were sore the 
whole day, from sucking so many cocks. My vagina was so raw that the 
slightest touch caused my whole body to jerk with pain, but my fuckers 
thought this meant I was having orgasms, and it just made them fuck me 
harder. A few of the men got so excited while I was sucking them, they 
ejaculated in my mouth, and I had to swallow their cum to avoid choking on 
it. Each time this happened, the man pulled his cock out of my mouth and 
slapped me, calling me a stupid bitch for making him cum in my mouth so he 
couldn't fuck me.

At 6:00 PM, a huge Negro came in and released the chains on my wrists and 
ankles, and I was allowed to use the "bathroom" -- which meant 15 men stood 
there and watched while I squatted over that damn bucket. I must have pissed 
for three minutes, my bladder was so full, and I had a very large bowel 
movement, trying not to look at the men who were watching me and laughing at 
me. Some of them moved up and ran their hands over my shoulders while I was 
squatting awkwardly with my knees open, and I tried to ignore them. There 
was no toilet tissue there, so I couldn't wipe myself -- I had to stand up 
and walk back to the bed, droplets of urine dripping from my slit with every 
step. I could feel the bits of feces remaining in my rectum as I walked, and 
I have never felt more dirty or soiled.

I sat down on the bed and looked at the Negro. I covered my breasts with my 
arms, even though he had seen every part of my naked body already. I glared 
at him and demanded to know where Tom was. The Negro told me Tom had hired 
him as my "keeper". He was to unchain me twice a day -- at 6:00 AM and 6:00 
PM -- for ten minutes each time, for a bathroom break and some food. I would 
be allowed to sleep from 3:00 AM to 6:00 AM -- but I would be chained to the 
bed so I couldn't try to get away. The other 21 hours of every day would be 
spent on my back, spread open and chained to the bed, getting fucked by any 
man that wanted me. I was to get no bathroom break at 3:00 AM after my last 
fucker used me -- I would have to sleep with his warm semen still inside me, 
plus the sperm from all the other men who fucked me since I used the 
bathroom previously at 6:00 PM.

I was crying by the time the Negro finished telling me all this, but then he 
told me a little more. I would have to clean my bathroom bucket myself -- 
with my hands. If I wanted it cleaned out, I would have to take it to the 
window and scoop up the contents of the bucket with my hands and drop it out 
the window onto the ground. Tom had men spread some fertilizer there, so the 
odors would not cause questions among the neighbors. I felt totally 
demoralized and frustrated at the thought of putting my hands into my own 
excrement and urine, but I knew I had to clean out that damn bucket as best 
I could. Keeper, as the Negro told me to call him, said I had better empty 
my bucket now, so I stood up and fetched it and took it to the window. I 
opened the window, then put both hands in the bucket and lifted out my own 
bodily waste, and dropped it out the window. God, it smelled AWFUL! I had to 
scoop three more handfuls to get the bucket mostly cleaned out -- and then I 
was not allowed to wash my hands! Keeper gave me a dry washcloth and said I 
could wipe the shit and urine off, but not wash my hands. I had bits of 
feces under my fingernails as I walked back to the bed.

Keeper had put my food on the mattress -- two slices of bread with some 
mayonnaise on them. I told him I needed a proper meal, but he said that was 
all Tom would let me have. I glared at him as I wiped my hands as best I 
could, then I picked up the first slice of bread and ate half of it in one 
bite. As I chewed, I realized that it was not mayonnaise on the bread -- it 
was semen. I knew it was degrading to eat it, but I was so hungry, I just 
didn't care. I swallowed the cum-covered bread, then gulped down the second 
slice. My next six tricks were standing inside the door, watching me eat the 
sperm and laughing at me.

I told Keeper I needed something to drink, and he handed me a quart-size 
carton of milk. I drank down half the carton -- and then I realized that it 
wasn't milk. I glared up at Keeper, and he grinned. "It's horse semen. Tom 
made a deal with a horse breeder to get a quart of it delivered every day. 
That's all you get to drink." I almost vomited at the very thought of what 
was in the carton -- but I knew I would become dehydrated if I didn't drink 
something. I gagged as I tried to drink the rest of it, but managed to drink 
it without throwing up.

Keeper chained me down, and six more fuckers came in to screw me. I passed 
out several times that evening while I was being raped, but I was conscious 
at 3:00 AM when Keeper told me I could quit for the day. My vagina was so 
full of sperm, it was leaking out in big globs and wetting the bed between 
my legs. The pain was unbelievable -- it felt like I had been raped with a 
thorn bush. I knew my vagina must be bleeding, and my jaws were severely 
painful from sucking cocks all day and night.

Keeper stood over the bed and told me he had to do one more thing before he 
left me alone so I could sleep -- he had to gag me. My face twisted with 
anguish as I pleaded with him not to do that. God, what a bastard Tom was! 
But Keeper showed me the gag -- and I started sobbing. It was a 4-inch 
dildo, shaped like an erect cock, with a leather strap attached to the base! 
I would have to sleep with my mouth filled with the plastic cock, and the 
very thought repelled me. I clamped my lips closed, but Keeper forced that 
damn dildo into my mouth and quickly fastened the strap behind my head. He 
took a moment to look at my nakedness, glanced at the door -- and then he 
ran both hands over my entire body, starting at my feet. When he reached my 
pussy, he fingered me briefly, and fondled my nipples, and caressed my face. 
Then he left, and I lay there crying quietly.

CHAPTER 15: Trying to Get Away

I hardly got to sleep before Keeper was waking me up -- by pinching my 
nipples. It was 6:00 AM, just three hours after I went to sleep, and I was 
exhausted. I usually get ten hours of sleep, and my body was literally 
shaking from fatigue. Keeper unlocked my chains and let me use my toilet 
bucket, and then I had to clean it with my hands as before, throwing my own 
excrement and urine out the window onto the ground below.

Before I went back to the bed, I decided to try to convince Keeper to help 
me escape from that hellhole. I leaned against him, pressing my naked body 
close to him, and put my arms around him, drawing him closer to me as I ran 
my hands over his buttocks. I kissed him on his wide lips, then opened my 
mouth and licked his lips, poking my tongue into his mouth as far as I 
could. I felt his penis stiffen as I pressed my groin into his, and I thrust 
my hips against him several times, as if inviting him to fuck me. I kissed 
all over his face, then dropped to my knees in front of him. I put my arms 
around his hips and looked up at him. "Please, may I suck your cock? I want 
to be yours, only yours, all yours... God, I need your cock so much... It's so 
big... I'm nothing but a worthless white bitch, I just need your cock inside 
me... please let me kiss it and suck it... I'll make you so happy... oh God please 
let me touch it with my lips..." I groaned, rubbing my face all over his 
groin, burying my mouth in his pubic area.

I opened his pants, and his half-erect cock sprang out. God, it was huge! It 
was ten inches long even though it wasn't fully hard. The head was as big as 
a tennis ball. A wave of fear made my body tremble, but he took that as 
excitement, and thrust his body forward, rubbing his cock over my face. I 
tried to take the head in my mouth, but it was just too big. I was kissing 
it when I felt his hands on my ears, and then he grasped my head and forced 
it down onto his cock. I groaned in dismay as the head started to enter my 
mouth. I was terrified that my teeth would scrape over the cock, so I 
strained to wrap my lips over my teeth as he entered my mouth. Somehow the 
cock meat squeezed into my mouth, filling it so full I was afraid I would 
suffocate if he pushed it all the way in. Just the head of the cock filled 
my mouth completely. He thrust into me, and the cock meat started down my 
throat.

I was afraid of gagging on the cock. I had to breath through my nose as I 
tried to relax my throat, tried to accept the cock. My eyes stared up at him 
wildly as he forced my head further down onto the huge cock. It filled my 
mouth and throat now, and he was trying to force more of it inside me. 
Somehow I avoided gagging as I felt the cock actually going down my throat. 
I tried to swallow, to help the cock along, pushing my head against his body 
-- and I felt the cock stiffen! God, it must have been 15 inches long at 
full erection, and I had about ten inches in my mouth and throat. I closed 
my eyes and tried to gulp it down, swallowing again and again, and the cock 
slowly moved deeper into my throat.

Suddenly I felt something against my lips, and my eyes flew open. It was his 
pubic hair -- my lips were buried in his pubic hair as the cock penetrated 
me fully. My lips were wrapped tightly, so tightly around the huge base of 
his cock and I was kissing his pubic hair. I had 15 inches of Negro cock in 
my mouth. He was giving me little thrusts, fucking my mouth like it was a 
cunt, still holding my head in both his hands.

At that moment, I felt like the dirtiest, sluttiest white girl on the earth. 
I was naked, on my knees in front of my Negro fucker, taking his 15-inch 
cock down my throat like a filthy little whore -- and I was starting to 
enjoy it. The feeling of fullness, of being completely filled with his cock 
meat, made my whole body tingle with arousal. I knew my pussy was creaming 
between my legs -- I could smell my own vaginal secretions as they oozed out 
of my slit and dripped down my legs. My clit felt like it was on fire, and 
my erect nipples were burning. The throbbing cock in my mouth was all I 
could think about -- it felt like it filled my whole body, and I never 
wanted it to stop. I put my arms around the Negro's hips and hugged him as I 
moved my tongue over his heavenly big cock, grinding my face into his groin, 
wanting him completely inside me like I have never wanted anything else.

He grunted loudly and pulled my head tighter against him, and I realized he 
was going to cum. His cock seemed to expand, and I felt my own orgasm ignite 
between my legs. My whole body went rigid as I exploded again and again, 
quivering from the force of the multiple orgasms that overtook me. My brain 
seemed disconnected, and my whole existence was the bright point of heat in 
my slit. I put one hand between my legs -- and when I touched my clit, my 
body just went wild, jerking with spasms as wave after wave of orgasms 
washed over me. I kept two fingers on my erect clit, giving myself so many 
orgasms that I almost fainted. I was moaning like a savage, and my fucker 
could wait no longer.

I felt the cock twitch, and then it exploded in my mouth. The first huge 
spurt of semen filled my mouth, and I swallowed it automatically. The cock 
was squirting thick sperm directly down my throat, and I swallowed again and 
again. I had another wave of hot, seething orgasms that made my body tremble 
uncontrollably. I was sweating heavily as I worked to keep every inch of 
cock meat inside me while my fucker orgasmed. My stomach was actually 
feeling bloated, and I realized I must have swallowed a quart of semen. The 
Negro semen was very thick and ropey, and I could smell it as I kept 
swallowing. The smell was so terrible, it made me want to gag and spit it 
out, but I kept swallowing it because of the way it made me feel -- whorish 
and slutty.

Finally the Negro finished cumming in my mouth. He slowly withdrew his cock, 
and I had several more orgasms as he pulled it out of me. I caught the head 
of it between my lips and sucked out the last of his semen, cupping his huge 
balls in both my hands as I swallowed the last few drops of his cum. I 
kissed the head of the cock, and looked up at the Negro. "Thank you for 
letting me suck you... it was heavenly." I smiled dreamily, thinking now I 
might get out of this place...

... but then the Negro took my wrists and dragged me over to the bed. As he 
fastened the chains to my wrists and ankles, he smiled down at me. "You're a 
good little cocksucker, but I can't let you out of here. You've got johns 
waiting to use you. You're a popular girl now that Tom has put out the word 
about you. There's men coming from all over to get a piece of you." I 
started crying as he stepped to the door and opened it, and seven men came 
in.

CHAPTER 16: My New Diet

By the end of my first week as a whore, I felt terrible, and smelled worse. 
I wasn't allowed to bathe, and I smelled like a sewer. This just seemed to 
turn on my attackers, and they screwed me harder than ever. I was starting 
recognize some of the Negroes and Mexicans who came to rape me -- some of 
them fucked me every day. There was an occasional white man, usually an 
actor I had worked with -- and Tom had clearly told them to be rough with 
me. The white men raped me cruelly, staring at my face as they thrust into 
me as hard as they could, biting my nipples while they had their cocks 
inside me.

I was losing weight because of my damned new diet. The cum sandwiches were 
all I was allowed to eat, and it felt like I had lost ten pounds already. 
I'm a tall girl, 5 feet 10, and usually keep my weight at 120 pounds, which 
is very slim for my height. I felt skinnier than usual, and my ribs were 
more visible than before. This was another turn-on for my fuckers -- they 
loved skinny girls. I hated drinking the horse semen that was brought to me 
every day, but when I skipped one day, I was in severe pain from 
dehydration, so I went back to drinking the scummy mess. My fuckers enjoyed 
watching me while I was drinking -- they had all been told what was in the 
carton, and I could see their cocks stiffen in their pants while they 
watched me gulping down sperm that had been milked from horses' cocks.

After a month, I was down to 98 pounds, skinnier than I had ever been in my 
life. I knew it wasn't healthy -- but part of me was actually happy! I can't 
explain it, but somewhere inside I felt like my body looked sexier now than 
ever before. I knew this was how anorexia starts in girls, and I knew it was 
wrong, and I knew I should do something -- anything -- to get more food. But 
every time one of those horrible men walked toward me as I lay there chained 
to the bed, I could see his eyes scan my slim body, and that look made me 
feel like the sexiest little whore in the world! God, my nipples were 
sticking out like little cocks on my chest, just from the hot looks my 
fuckers gave me. I have long legs, but now they looked so much longer 
because I was so slim, and my arms were skinny and beautiful.

Some of my fuckers started complaining about how I smelled, so Keeper 
brought in a hose and washed me down once a week. I was unchained from the 
bed, and stood in the bathtub while he hosed me down. (There was a full 
bathroom next to my bedroom -- I just wasn't allowed to use it. It was there 
for my fuckers to use, before or after they screwed me.) Keeper made me 
spread my legs so he could stick the nozzle up my snatch and wash out my 
cunt, too.

The weekly washing was necessary because some of my fuckers had started 
urinating on me after they finished fucking me. They liked to piss on my 
face, but they also aimed at my breasts and my pussy, so I was a real mess 
most of the time. A few of them used my mouth like a toilet, pissing 
directly down my throat as I struggled to swallow their urine. I really 
didn't mind drinking their piss, although it tasted absolutely awful -- it 
gave me a little more liquid that my body needed.

CHAPTER 17: White Girls and Negroes

After six months, I was down to 80 pounds, and I could barely walk to the 
toilet bucket. I was visibly pregnant by that time, with my stomach sticking 
out hugely and my tits getting bigger. My breasts looked weird -- they got 
smaller as I lost weight, but my pregnancy made them swell up with milk. A 
pregnant girl is supposed to gain some weight, but I was still losing 
slowly, because I was still receiving no solid food. I couldn't imagine the 
effect all this would have on my baby -- and I didn't really care, since I 
had been gang-raped to produce the baby. But of course I didn't want to 
endanger my life, and I really thought that everything was all right so far. 
I could always regain my proper weight when I was released from the brothel 
that Tom had created for me.

I was still being raped for 21 hours every day, and I found that some men 
really enjoy raping a pregnant white girl. Most of them were Negroes, and 
they liked to force their entire body weight down on my pregnant belly each 
time they thrust into me. As my baby grew, this began to hurt -- and by my 
sixth month it was hurting a lot. I noticed some blood spots on the mattress 
between my legs, and I knew my fuckers were hurting me inside, but I had no 
choice except to lay there and take whatever they did to me.

Tom decided I needed more protein -- so he told my fuckers to cum in my 
mouth. They could screw me with a dildo in my pussy while they fucked my 
mouth, but he wanted all of them to ejaculate down my throat so I could 
swallow their sperm. There is only a tiny amount of protein in a normal 
amount of semen -- but I was being screwed so many times every day, I was 
getting a lot more than that. Most of the cum tasted horrible, salty and 
sour, and a lot of my fuckers had yellowish semen. It was mostly thick and 
ropey, and some of them filled my mouth with so much cum that I couldn't 
swallow it all -- but I tried hard, because I knew it was good for me, and 
for my baby.

I still didn't love my baby as a mother should, but I had stopped hating it. 
Considering how I got pregnant -- 20 men raping me as many times as they 
could -- it was amazing that I didn't hate the baby, especially since it was 
going to be Mexican or Negro. All of my rapists that night had been Mexicans 
or Negroes, so I knew the baby was going to have brown or black skin. In 
Australia, where I grew up, there was nothing worse for a white girl than to 
be caught with a man with dark skin.

Of course every white girl WANTS a man like that. We don't like to admit it, 
but the thrill of a Negro's big cock in a white girl's pussy is like no 
other feeling in the world. A Mexican is a close second, but a Negro holds a 
special place for a white girl. When I was 16, I saw some Negroes in a work 
gang near our house, and one of them looked at me -- and I just MELTED 
inside. As I walked by him, I leaned forward so he could look down my shirt, 
and I smiled at him. The next day I walked by again, this time wearing a 
very short skirt -- and no panties. As I passed by, I lifted my skirt so he 
could see my pussy and my ass, and I slowed down to give him a good long 
look. God, I could feel my pussy creaming between my legs! I was a virgin 
then, and there was nothing I wanted more than to have his cock inside me. 
That he was a Negro just made me want him more -- he was forbidden to me, so 
I craved him like nothing else in the world.

The next day, I brought my lunch, and sat on a low wall facing him while I 
ate. I was again wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath, and I slowly 
spread my legs apart as I ate, so the Negro could look up my skirt and see 
my pussy. I worked my skirt up around my waist, so I was completely naked 
below, and sat there with my ass on the concrete, showing him what I had 
down there. When I got up, there was a large dark spot on the concrete, from 
the juices that had leaked out of my pussy.

A few days later, I returned there for lunch -- but this time I wore a brief 
tube top and a skirt. After lifting my skirt so he could see my pussy, I 
carefully pulled my tube top up, exposing my breasts. My nipples were 
already erect, and I looked at him as I touched them briefly. Then I sat 
there and slowly ate my lunch. I could see his erection through his pants as 
he watched me, and I knew he wanted me, and it made me tingle all over. I 
knew some of his pals on the work crew could see my body, but I looked only 
at my Negro, to let him know it was him I wanted. I stayed until their lunch 
period began -- and the Negro walked toward me! I kept my eyes down as he 
approached me, and finally he was standing beside me. I looked up at him, my 
face bright red with embarrassment and anticipation -- and he put one hand 
on my breasts.

My whole body quivered as he rubbed my little titties, and I moaned with 
sexual lust as he pinched my nipples. I spread my legs wider, inviting him, 
and he moved his hand down to my slit. When he touched my clitoris, I 
exploded with my very first orgasm. It made my body jerk, and I went rigid 
as my juices flowed out over his fingers. He gave me two more orgasms as he 
slowly fingered my clit and my pussy lips. He made me quiver like mad when 
he just lightly ran his finger over my slit -- I exploded with so many 
orgasms!! I reached out to touch his cock through his pants, and he looked 
around to see if anyone was looking -- and then he let me touch him. Oh God, 
he was so BIG! I thought I would faint as my fingers traced the lines of his 
erection. I could feel it throbbing in his pants, and it drove me crazy. I 
really wanted him to fuck me right there in the street. My pussy was 
creaming and burning between my legs, and my nipples were on fire. I was so 
ready, so open for my Negro -- but then some people approached, and he drew 
back, away from me, and hurried off up the street as I covered my nakedness 
quickly.

I never saw my Negro again -- he was not at work the next day, nor any day 
after that I sought him out. I would have gladly lay down and let him do 
anything to me, knowing my parents would have been mortified -- I just 
didn't care, after I touched that beautiful big cock. But now, after all 
these years, I was carrying a baby that would be either brown or black -- 
and though I wouldn't admit it, I was thrilled at the idea of a forbidden 
thing like that coming true for me.

CHAPTER 18: My Pregnancy is Endangered

When I was eight months pregnant, Tom decided to set up another sex party -- 
with me as the only girl there. He invited 50 of his friends, plus all the 
Mexicans and Negroes that had been fucking me every day in the brothel 
upstairs. He knew men like to fuck pregnant girls, and he wanted to take 
advantage of me while he could. By this time I was down to 72 pounds, and my 
bones were clearly visible all over my body. I looked very gaunt and skinny, 
but Tom made me apply makeup and nail polish so I would look pretty for my 
fuckers.

He gathered all the men in the living room, then had me come slowly down the 
stairs. I was completely naked, with my swollen breasts and my pregnant 
belly sticking out. Tom insisted I wear the same high heels he had forced me 
to wear at my last sex party, but I was so slim, and so pregnant, that I 
really was afraid I would fall. Walking down a flight of stairs in high 
heels is very hard, even for a healthy girl. I held on to the handrail all 
the way, but I still stumbled three times, and almost fell headlong down the 
last five steps, but somehow I made it to the bottom.

Tom took my hand and paraded me around the room as the men watched, 
breathing heavily and staring at my distended belly. He caressed my jiggling 
tits and ran his hand over my protruding belly as he walked me around so 
they could all see me. He led me to the coffee table -- and told me to get 
on top of it. I was to be fucked from the rear, on my hands and knees, even 
though this position is terribly painful for a pregnant girl. The weight of 
the baby would be a heavy burden on my back, and I didn't want to do this -- 
but I knew it would do no good to appeal to Tom, so I just glared at him as 
I got up on the table.

Because of my lack of solid food, I had stopped producing feces weeks before 
-- and Tom announced to the men that my asshole was squeaky-clean and ready 
to be fucked. But he said he wanted to soften me up first, and he picked up 
a short whip from the carpet. It had a stiff leather shank, about 18 inches 
long, with a handle, and Tom gave me a hard stroke across my bare buttocks. 
I screamed with surprise and anger, and received three more quick strokes. 
The pain was like being stung by a bee, and tears streamed down my cheeks as 
Tom caressed my ass with his hand. "Oh, Nic, these are such pretty red marks 
on your ass -- now you really look beautiful." He raised several more welts 
on my ass, then moved down and whipped the back of my legs as I grunted in 
pain. He gave me several strokes across my back, then went back to whipping 
my ass. I was crying quietly, wishing they would just get on with the 
fucking.

As he whipped me, Tom told the men what he wanted them to do to me: "Guys, I 
want to see my wife bleed out of her ass. I want you to screw her so many 
times that she's got blood dripping down her legs." He spread my buttocks 
apart, exposing my tiny anus. "This is her rectum, and she really wants you 
to fuck her there." He gave me one last stroke with the whip, and then the 
first man stood behind me and took out his cock.

I felt the head of his cock touching my asshole, and I shivered with fear. I 
had never been fucked like that, and I couldn't imagine how it would feel. I 
had seen girls who looked like they were really enjoying being fucked that 
way. Tom had taken me to a party the year before where we met Winona Ryder, 
and she told me how much she loves getting ass-fucked. She said it opened 
her up like a flower, and she always remembered the men who made love to her 
that special way. She said she never felt sexier than when she had a large 
penis in her bowels.

My fucker penetrated me, and the pain made me grunt. He held my hips and 
worked his cock deeper into my anus as I groaned loudly, and then he started 
screwing me. It didn't take him long to cum inside me, but the pain when he 
pulled out was worse than when he penetrated me -- my anal ring gripped the 
head of his cock, and it made me yowl with pain when he jerked it out of me.

My belly was hurting because of the weight of my baby hanging down, but 
there was nothing I could do about it. My next rapist mounted me, and forced 
his cock into my ass. None of my fuckers were using any lubrication, and my 
asshole was very dry because I hadn't been defecating for weeks. I gritted 
my teeth as he thrust into me, but it was only a short time before he 
ejaculated in my anus. Again I yelped as he pulled out of me -- the pain of 
withdrawal was just terrible because I couldn't relax my anal ring.

After about ten men had screwed me, I got a sharp pain in my belly. I knew 
this was not right, and I yelled for Tom to stop all this and take me to a 
doctor -- but the bastard just came over and watched for a while as the man 
in my ass finished screwing me. After he dumped his load, I glared up at Tom 
and demanded some medical care. Tom just grinned at me and inserted the 
handle of the whip into my tortured asshole. The handle was larger than a 
cock, and he had to force it inside me. I groaned in frustration as he 
butt-fucked me a little, then pulled the handle out of my anus and wiped it 
in my hair.

"Nic, I know you love your baby, but you have a lot of guys here that really 
need to use your rectum, so you better stay there a little longer." He 
gestured to the next man, and I was penetrated again. The pain grew worse 
every time a cock was driven into my asshole, and soon every stroke of the 
penis in my bowels made me grunt with pain that radiated out from my belly.

Tom decided that my pussy shouldn't be empty while the men were using my 
ass, so he inserted a 12-inch dildo in my vagina and shoved it in as far as 
he could. I felt the head of the dildo touch my cervix as it was inserted, 
and I knew it was filling my vagina completely -- but then Tom gripped the 
base of the dildo and forced it in a little further, and it went past my 
cervix and penetrated my womb. The pain was unbearable, and I screamed and 
cursed at Tom, but he left the dildo inside me. My pussy lips had closed 
over the base of the dildo, holding it inside me, and I knew the head of the 
dildo was inside my womb.

My next fucker held my hips and inserted the head of his cock in my anus -- 
but as he shoved it inside me, I felt a sudden wrenching pain. I knew that 
the cock in my anus had pushed the dildo deeper into my womb, and it was 
hurting my baby. My fucker began screwing me hard, and the pain shot through 
me with every raping stroke of his cock in my ass. Finally he grunted, and 
ejaculated inside me, then pulled his big cock out of my asshole. My body 
again jerked from the pain as my anal ring tightened around the head of the 
cock as it was pulled out of me.

I looked around wildly for Tom, screaming that my baby was being hurt. I 
started to get up from the table, but suddenly Tom was there beside me -- 
and he slipped a handcuff around my left wrist and snapped the other cuff 
onto the table leg. Just as quickly, my right wrist was cuffed to the other 
table leg. Then he jerked me to my feet, with the table between my legs, 
forcing me to spread my legs wide apart. I was bent over the heavy table, 
unable to stand up because my wrists were cuffed to the table. My high heels 
forced my ankles into a terribly painful position as I struggled to keep my 
balance.

Tom stood over me. "Nic, I might as well tell you what's going on here. I 
don't give a damn about your baby -- I only arranged for you to get pregnant 
so you could go through your entire pregnancy getting fucked like a whore 
every day. The whole point of this was to hurt you -- so why are you 
surprised when it hurts?" He laughed, and all the men joined in as my next 
fucker took his place behind me. He stuck his cock in my asshole, and while 
he was raping me, he used his hands to ram the dildo deeper into my cunt. 
The pain was overwhelming and I almost fainted before the man was ready to 
cum. He exploded in my bowels, and then moved out of the way so the next man 
could have me.

They continued raping me for hours. I begged them to let me lay down, but 
they just laughed at me and kept fucking me in the ass. I could see some 
blood trickling down my legs, and I knew my asshole was bleeding. The pain 
now was unbelievable -- every penetration felt like a knife being shoved up 
my ass, and the withdrawals were equally painful. The pain in my belly got 
worse and worse, and I knew my baby was in danger.

Somehow I was terribly concerned about the baby, even though it was a 
product of rape, even though I knew it would have brown or black skin, even 
though I didn't think I could ever love such a child -- still, my feminine 
instincts could not be denied. There was also the high probability that my 
own body would be damaged, and my fear of internal damage -- or even being 
forced to have a hysterectomy, the most terrifying thought of all -- made me 
cry every minute that those men kept screwing me. They were all poking the 
dildo deeper into my cunt while they raped me, and I knew my cervix and womb 
were being damaged.

CHAPTER 19: My Pregnancy is Terminated

The sex party had been going on all night. Dawn came and went, with me still 
bent over that damn coffee table with my legs open. My ankles were burning 
with pain, from standing in my high heels for so long, and my rectum was raw 
and sore. I must have been raped more than 200 times, and my bowels felt 
bloated with semen. Warm sperm was leaking out of my anus and dripping down 
my thighs as I stood there, and my buttocks were still burning from the 
whipping Tom had given me.

Sometime at mid-morning I got a really bad pain in my belly, followed by a 
series of terrible cramps -- and I realized I was going into labor! I 
screamed for Tom, and he came in from the kitchen, eating a turkey 
drumstick. I told him I was going into labor, but the bastard just laughed. 
He slapped my ass, and I winced from the pain on my tender skin. "Did your 
water break yet? I don't see anything." I screamed that I still had the 
dildo in my vagina, and he put one hand between my legs. "Oh, yeah, that's 
right, we never took that out, did we?" All the men were laughing with him 
as he fingered my pussy lips. I was hoarse with screaming, but I screamed 
again that he had to help me. He inserted three fingers in my pussy and got 
hold of the base of the dildo, then started to pull it out of my vagina.

I screamed again, my throat raw and raspy, as the head of the dildo emerged 
from my womb and passed through my cervix. The pain was unimaginable, and 
tears streamed down my cheeks as the dildo was being removed from my 
genitals. It felt like a huge turd sliding out of me. The moment it was out, 
a gush of water splashed out of my vagina onto the table -- my water had 
broken, but had been trapped inside me because the dildo had sealed off my 
birth channel.

I was gripped with another terrible cramp, and I realized it was a 
contraction -- I was going to have my baby! I was terrified, yet somehow 
thrilled at the same time. Every girl dreams of this moment, giving birth to 
her first child, and somewhere in my mind I was experiencing the wonder of 
it all.

I told Tom I had to lay down so I could have my baby -- but he just looked 
at me and smiled, chewing on the drumstick. "No, Nic, you still have lots of 
men to entertain. It wouldn't be fair to let you go now. You just hang in 
there -- and if you're a good little whore, I'll let you have your baby 
pretty soon. Hell, it's not even due for another month -- this is probably 
false labor. So just relax and enjoy it, angel." He motioned the next man to 
take his place behind me, and I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks as 
the man penetrated my ass. That cold bastard Tom was going to make me stay 
there while those vile men kept screwing me! I grunted in pain as another 
contraction hit me. My fucker thought I was enjoying his cock in my rectum, 
and he grabbed my hips and gave me several deep strokes. "Bitch loves it! 
Man, what a hottie!" he cried out, and the other men cheered him on as he 
thrust into me again and again.

All of the men had screwed me several times by now, and some of them 
couldn't get erections so they could fuck me again. They wanted to see 
something exciting, to get them hard again -- and Tom had the perfect thing. 
He told two of the man to uncuff me from the table and stand me up against 
the wall. It was a huge relief to get away from that damned table, but I 
didn't know what Tom had planned for me now. I just needed to have my baby 
-- my contractions were coming regularly now, and I knew I needed to give 
birth soon.

The men held me against the wall while Tom pointed above my head -- and I 
saw two metal rings that hadn't been there before. Each ring had a chain 
hanging down, with a handcuff at the end. Tom came over and attached a cuff 
to each of my wrists. My arms were almost straight over as I stood there, 
begging him to let me have my baby.

Tom reached under the sofa and pulled out a baseball bat. He looked at the 
men, who were all watching him and waiting to see what he had planned for 
me. "Here's how to get Nic's attention, guys," he said as he drew back the 
bat and hit me -- across my belly! I screamed and screamed -- he was 
deliberately trying to hurt my baby! The pain was horrible, and I slumped, 
but the chains prevented my falling to the floor. My legs were bent only 
slightly, and my high heels were slipping on the floor as I tried to stand 
up.

Tom handed the bat to one of my fuckers. He announced that each man would 
get one stroke -- and a prize would go to the man who caused me to lose my 
baby. Most of the men were rubbing their cocks, excited at the prospect of 
doing such a forbidden thing to a pregnant girl.

Men are just animals, filthy animals that will do anything that makes their 
cocks hard. There is nothing more important to a man than his erection, and 
anything that gives him a nice hard-on is OK -- even if it means hurting a 
girl. I couldn't believe what was happening to me -- but I knew it was going 
to happen, and for no other reason than to give these unspeakable men big 
hard cocks.

The first man took the bat from Tom, swung it around a little like a batter 
in a baseball game, grinning at the other men -- and then he looked at me 
with such venom in his face, I was gripped with the most terrible fear. His 
features twisted into a mask of hate as he brought the bat around and hit me 
across my belly. I screamed, long and hard, and the pain almost made me 
faint. I was once again knocked off my feet, but I scrambled upright, still 
having trouble standing up in my high heels.

Those monstrous men kept taking turns hitting me for more than an hour. With 
every stroke, I thought it would be the last, but they just kept hitting me. 
I was still having contractions, but the trauma of the beating made it 
impossible for my baby to move down into the birth canal. My cervix had not 
dilated, as it must for the baby to be born, so the baby remained in my 
womb.

Finally a large Negro gave me an especially hard stroke, and I felt a 
loosening inside me. I knew something terrible had happened, and I screamed 
horribly as I felt my baby starting to move. The Negro's blow with the bat 
had struck directly against my womb, and the force of it had caused my 
cervix to rupture. With nothing to hold it inside me, my baby was finally 
moving down into my vagina, and I was going to give birth. I could only hope 
the baby would be OK after all the trauma I had been forced to endure.

My hopes were quickly dashed as I felt a gush between my legs. I was 
squatting slightly, hanging from the chains on my wrists, and something 
large and wet was oozing out of my pussy. I screamed, but it was too late -- 
my baby slid down through my vagina and emerged slowly. My body went rigid 
from the pain as a final contraction wrenched another scream from my throat. 
I closed my eyes, sweat pouring from my body, and heard an awful, 
indescribable sound as my baby fell out of my vagina and struck the floor 
between my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down, and watched in horror as 
the placenta emerged from my vagina and slipped wetly down over my baby.

I screamed and screamed, trying to get those bastard men to help my baby -- 
but then I looked more closely at the floor, and realized my baby was dead. 
I could see that its head had been crushed by one or more of the strokes 
from the baseball bat, and its chest had collapsed. Those bastards had 
killed my baby while it was still in my womb -- and then they had forced me 
to go through the pain of childbirth.

I hung there on the wall, blood and mucus and bodily fluids dripping out of 
my empty vagina while the men watched me. Most of those filthy bastards were 
actually masturbating, getting a sexual thrill from my pain and suffering. 
Some of them came closer to me as they rubbed their cocks, and when they 
were ready to cum, they compounded my humiliation by dumping their semen on 
my bare legs -- or even on the body of my baby, still there on the floor 
between my open legs. One of the Negroes took my left breast in his hand and 
pinched my nipple as he masturbated, and he groaned with satisfaction as he 
ejaculated on my thigh. His sperm dripped down my leg as other men followed, 
covering my legs with long yellowish strings of thick jism.

When the men finally finished with me, I was left hanging there against the 
wall while they all had beers and commented on my body for several hours. 
They started to drift out, and the sex party finally came to an end, 36 
hours after it had begun. Tom left me hanging there all night, and didn't 
tell Keeper to release me until the next morning.

CHAPTER 20: The Aftermath

I cannot have any more children. The effects of my mistreatment during my 
pregnancy forced the doctors to give me a hysterectomy, the one operation 
most feared by a girl who wants to have children. My body was damaged 
permanently, and I will never again be the beautiful girl and movie star 
that I was.

After the sex party, Tom forced me back upstairs to the brothel he had set 
up in our house, and made me prostitute myself for another month before he 
even let a doctor see me. Now that I wasn't pregnant, my skinny body made 
the men hotter than ever, so Tom put me back on my diet of two semen 
sandwiches and two quarts of horse semen every day.

My vagina had been torn while I was giving birth, but Tom just stuffed a 
dildo up my snatch to stop the bleeding. He let my fuckers use my rectum, 
and I was ass-fucked constantly for the whole month. Every man that fucked 
me ejaculated inside me, and my bowels always felt like I needed to 
defecate, but it was just the huge amounts of sperm inside me. I was still 
producing no feces, because I was given no solid food.

When Tom finally let a doctor see me, he arranged for a final degrading act 
to humiliate me -- he had my asshole sewed shut. This meant I could never 
again eat solid food, and my weight would stay around 75 pounds, so I could 
never work again. The doctor stitched up my pussy, and it eventually healed, 
but I never felt like a girl after that.

Tom left me, and other men have tried to help me. The few times they tried 
to make love to me, their cocks have rubbed against the scar tissue in my 
vagina, and the pain was unbearable for me. Tom took away my womanhood when 
he turned me into a whore, and now I'm just a dried-up, skinny, worthless 
little bitch.

I'm 37 now, but I look like an old woman. The damage to my body caused 
menopause to occur far earlier than usual, and now my vagina won't lubricate 
at all. The men in my life help me with expenses, but they demand sex from 
me, and they force me to spread my legs for them. They like skinny girls, 
and it actually makes their cocks hard to see me as I am now. They fuck me 
hard, and my vagina always starts bleeding, and I have to stuff gauze up my 
snatch until it stops. I don't menstruate any more, but my vagina bleeds 
every day, so I still have to live with the curse that every other girl 
does.

I have finally learned the lesson that Tom was trying to teach me. I really 
am nothing but a worthless, dried-up, slutty little whore. Men use my vagina 
the way they use a urinal -- like equipment in a bathroom, to dump their 
fluids when they need to cum. I am nothing but a sperm receptacle now, and 
that's all I will ever be.

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