Perverts 'R' Us

The Beginning

By Anna ( M+/f, ir, gb, rape )

My name is Anna and this is how it all started. It all started when I was just 13 years old, I lived in a small town, Olsztyn, north of Warsaw in Poland. I was quiet pretty, long dark hair, tits just growing with large nipples, nice pert bum and about 1.5m tall.

I as walking to school along a road, I lived at the edge of town and as I walked along I met others kids. As usual I was wearing a pleated school skirt, white blouse, and ankle socks with black shoes. All the girls at our school wear the same uniform.

One particular day it was pouring with rain and I was late for school. A man who works with my dad drove past and asked if I would like a lift. As I knew him I said OK and jumped in. As I sat in front he chatted to me about school and asked how I was doing. I was doing well with most subjects including English and Russian.

I caught him looking at me a couple of times. As my blouse had stuck to me and my bra was showing through. My skirt seemed to be glued to my legs. After a while as we drove slowly to school he asked me if I had ever had a photo taken of me. I laughed and said no of course not. I then asked why and he told me there was a photo competition and he thought I would be just right to win with a good photo.

At this point we got to the school and I got out without say anything as he asked me again about taking a photo of me. I smiled and ran into school.

I could feel him still looking at me as I ran off. I turned around as I went in and caught a glimpse of him still looking. I never thought about it again.

A few days later he pulled up along side me and asked if I wanted a lift again. It was a lovely sunny day and I told him it wasn't raining but he smiled and said it might. He opened the door and I jumped in.

He asked me if I had thought about the photos and I told him I forgot. He then asked me not to say anything to my parents as he would like it to be a surprised if I did want to. I nodded.

I realise now that he became more confident as I laughed at his jokes. He reached over and brushed the hair from my forehead and told me I was very pretty. I know I blushed which he made a comment on. As we stopped in some traffic he ran his hand over my thigh saying he was smoothing my skirt out as he liked to see pleats nice and tidy.

I didn't move away and his hand lingered longer than may be it had to. As I got out he told me to think about the photos. He called after me saying he would buy me some new clothes for the photo shot as well. I nodded to him as I turned and walked in.

I didn't see him until one afternoon as I was leaving school. He waved to me and stopped, he opened the car door and I ran down and jumped in. He drove off more quickly this time. He asked me if I had thought about it and I said I had and he had to ask me again how I felt. I smiled and told him that it would be nice.

He asked me when I was free next and I said I wasn't sure then he asked if I was free now. I told him I was and then as he drove off to his flat he was very excited and told me that the light was perfect; let's do it now. He was very excited and he got me excited as well. He told me he had guessed my size and got me some clothes to try on.

As we walked up to his flat he seemed to run in front and have the door open for me. I walked in to the front room where he had some bags with clothes in them. He told me they were for me.

I knelt on the floor and opened them taking the clothes out. They were not like the ones I buy or my mum buys as we didn't have the money. These looked more expensive than mine. He asked me if the sizes were OK and told him it was. He was pleased and told me I could change in the other room if I wanted.

I took them with me and undressed. I laid the clothes on the bed and chose the ones to try on first. I chose the short pleated skirt, it had a tartan pattern on it, all the tee shirts seemed to be a bit short and tight but I chose a white one. All the socks were long and white. As I pulled them up they came to just above my knees, I looked into the mirror and thought I looked a bit strange but I liked it as well. There were only one pair of sandals and they had slightly high heels. I was used to wearing such shoes but I tried them anyway.

I heard the door open behind me and I looked around to see Marek. He smiled told me I looked wonderful. He stood behind me as I looked into the mirror. He towered over me and he held my shoulders and squeezed them as he told me he thought I should put my hair in pig tails. I bunched them up and held them in place. He turned his head to one side and said it was perfect. I used my bands to hold the hair in place.

I walked back into the room as she took photos of me. He directed me as to where to stand, move or sit. He clicked away as I moved around. It wasn't always at my face, I wondered why not. With the camera in his hand he walked up to me and smoothed the material over my tits as if there was a small blemish. He stood back and said better and took more photos.

He said he had to reload and asked me to change into some other clothes. I undressed and tried other clothes on. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I thought I saw someone behind me and looked over my shoulder. There was no one there I must have been mistaken.

I found out much later that he was filming me through a spy hole in the two-way mirror.

I changed and went back into the room. I kept the socks on but changed the skirt to a short wrap around and a blouse with no sleeves. My bra strap showed but I was told it looked good and to leave it. Marek told me he had taken photos of models while in Warsaw and he knew what looked good.

He stood in front of me and pulled my hair down and ran his fingers through it to straighten it. I could feel the back of his hand over my tits again. He didn't take any notice so I just left it.

He got me to walk around and take photos of me again.

He said he wanted some photos of me sitting on the floor. I sat down and he asked me to cross my legs. He asked me to watch some awful program on the TV as he moved around clicking away.

I was conscious he could see up the skirt and see my panties but as I moved he asked me not to so I stayed still.

I told him I needed to get home and he got me a drink as I changed. He walked into the room as I had my top off and he could see my bra and panties. I screamed and covered up. All eh said was that he was a photographer and he had seen it all before and if I wanted to be a model I must not be so bashful. I nodded and finished dressing in my school uniform. He told me I was very pretty and not to cover up. I blushed at him.

As I sat drinking my squash he asked me if I had a boyfriend and I said I had never had one. He said he couldn't believe that and smiled.

As I left he asked me if I had enjoyed myself. I told him it was good fun. He then asked if I wanted to try again and I nodded that I did. He called to me and said he will be there tomorrow if I wanted to come. I told him I would. He called after me again and told me to keep it as our secret for now.

I turned up the following day and knocked on the door. He opened it wearing a pair of shorts and tee shirt. He said the heating was broken and he couldn't turn it down. I walked in to a very warm flat. He pointed at the bedroom and aid there were some new clothes for me to try.

He shouted to me to try the swimming costume on it was so hot. I went in and found a very pretty bikini. I never had the money to buy one so nice. It was red with flowers covering the material. The top was secured at the front with a bow and the bottom had bows on the side.

I slipped the material over my head and watched myself in the mirror as I fiddled with the bow on the bra. At his time I hadn't put the bottoms on.

Marek waked in and looked at me. I covered my pussy as he looked me up and down. He told me not to be silly and he would help me. I had the material between my legs and he tied the bows to the side. I could feel his hands were shaking slightly. I knew he had seen the small amount of hair I had between my legs. I did feel his finger touch my soft down hair at one stage but he moved away quickly. I wanted to know if he liked me or not but didn't want to ask him as I was so embarrassed.

I just wanted to please him and do what I was told. I had never met anyone who wanted to be with me. He would listen to me much more than anyone else and understand what I was talking about. I told him it was like talking to my dad and he said he liked that.

He stood back to look at me, he told me I was lovely. He walked out to get his camera. As I walked into the other room he clicked away again. I was getting used to someone looking at me and taking photos. I was even pretending to pose for him.

I sat down and as I did yesterday, cross legged. He took photos but as he zoomed in I moved because I could feel the material didn't cover my pussy properly. He told me not to be silly. I moved back gingerly as he clicked away.

I dressed and went home and agreed to visit him after the weekend. It was a teacher's day and we weren't at school. I got to his flat at 10.00 and he was waiting for me. He was very excited and handed me some money. He told me he had sold some photos of me and he gave me half the amount.

He cuddled me and said I was now a model. He told me it was still a secret though. I agreed we shouldn't say anything yet, not until we had a portfolio together. I asked what he meant and he wanted me in certain poses with different clothes on, in different settings.

He then told me that the settings could be created with backdrops. I nodded as if I knew what he was talking about.

There was a knock on the door and Marek went to open it. A man I didn't know came in and said hello to me. He was casually dressed in jeans and shirt. His name was Jon and he was as old as Marek in his 40's. I had no idea about ages - at 13, everyone was old to me.

It was getting hotter and hotter as the heating was still on. We sat down and had a drink. The men were drinking shorts and asked if I wanted one. I told them I hadn't ever tried alcohol. Jon poured me a drink and past it to me. I sipped it and it made me cough as it hurt the back of my throat. Jon laughed and added coke to it. It made it easier to drink as he spoke about the photos.

The drink was flowing as we sat there. My glass seemed to be full all the time. As it was hot we carried on drinking.

Jon said his job was to make sure the backdrops were right and I was posing right as well. I was agreeing as the room started to move around me. I said I had drunk enough and I was just given coke.

Marek was sitting opposite me and took photos as I sat there sitting on my legs obviously giving him a good look at my legs. Jon knelt in front of me and asked me to sit still as he needed to know what I looked like on film. He moved my hair over my shoulders and stood back and looked through a lens at me. He came back and moved my legs then looked again.

He pulled the edge of my tee shirt to one side and my bra strap came into view. He pulled one leg out and moved the other and stood back to look again.

He turned to Marek and said I was perfect and we should start with a school girl look first. I went into the bedroom to change. I was a bit wobbly on my legs as I walked to the room.

I found a pile of clothes on the bed. I undressed and put the clothes on. Jon called through and suggested I only wore he clothes there not my own. I stripped off and pulled a small pair or cotton panties on. They were hipster style with a thin crotch. I looked for a bra but there wasn't one. As I picked the blouse up I noticed my nipples would be covered with a thicker pocket. I tried it on and it looked OK.

There were only 3 buttons at the bottom and left the top open. It was still OK as I wasn't showing any tit off. The skirt was a hipster as well, showing my belly button as it hung of my hips. The socks were long and came over my knee and nearly to the bottom of the skirt. I watched myself in the mirror as I turned around.

I walked back into find Jon and Marek wearing tee shirts and boxer shorts as it was hot. Jon past me a drink which I gulped down it was so hot. I was given another, which I drank as well.

I was placed at a school desk with a school room backdrop. Jon kept on moving me into positions as Marek took the photos. Marek was lying on the floor as I looked down at him. Jon told me to open my legs slightly, I knew I was showing my panties but I was so excited I did as I was told. I was told to stand up behind the chair and flick my hair from side to side.

It was now I noticed a camera to one side. I was told it was movie camera. This was new to Poland as we were still in the dark ages here. I was told it was a Super-8 camera.

I was given another drink that burnt the back of my throat again. It was more alcohol than coke. I had to sit down I was feeling giddy.

They kept on moving me and taking more photos. I could see a tape recorder was running as Jon said I had been naughty and I needed to be punished.

He had a cape on as he walked up to me and gripped my upper arm. He pulled me up and bent me over the table. I could feel my bottom was on view the skirt was so short. Before I could protest he smacked my bottom with his hand. Then again and again. He lifted me up and I was crying. He told me to sit down.

He stood in front of me and asked if I had done my homework. I shook my head as I didn't know what he was talking about. He pulled me up again to the front of the desk. I was told to bend over and my wrists were tied to the legs of the desk.

I felt my skirt being pulled up to my waist but as I felt my panties being pulled down I screamed for him to stop. I kicked my heels back at him and I felt my panties being torn away. He then gripped my ankles and tied my legs wide open to the desk legs as well.

I asked hwy they were doing this and I was told I had been naughty and I needed to be punished. I shouted, "Why am I being tied down?" He just said he didn't want me to move.

I was left like that, I couldn't see over my shoulder but I could see his feet by the edge of the desk. I heard a swish noise as a cane was brought down on my bottom.

I heard Jon say I was enjoying having my arse beaten as my cunt was wet and dripping. I had never heard anyone use the word cunt and was shocked. I realised they were still filming me and taking photos.

The beating went on until I past out. As I came around it had stopped and I felt what was like a finger up me. It had only ever been me who had touched myself there. I strained to see Jon between my legs and all I could assume was he licking me. He fond a spot where it made me shake. It felt like I was going to pee myself but I shook and the desk moved. Jon said I had cum and tasted lovely. I had never cum before it was such a lovely feeling.

I felt Jon place a hand on my hip and prod me with what I now know was his cock. He forced his cock up me and burst through my hymen. He then forced it deeper until he was banging into my cervix.

I hadn't cried so much as he fucked me in my virgin cunt. It was no longer a pussy but a cunt and I was being used and raped.

I felt him grip my hips tight and cum in me. He pulled out as I carried on crying. Marek was being me with his cock finding its way up me. For the second time in my life I was being fucked.

I was fucked and abused and made to cum again as he fucked me. I felt him place his foot on the desk next to me. Jon took photos of his cock stretching my cunt open. He cumin me and pulled out. I was untied and carried over to the settee.

Jon sat next to me and pulled my legs open and applied some cream on my cunt. I could feel it was swollen and puffy. I felt his finger slip up me as he applied more cream.

They sat there and told me how good and tight I was, as I cried. Jon said it was OK it would get better next time. I told them there wouldn't be a next time.

As I sat there curtains were pulled closed and a film was projected onto the wall. It was of me undressing and Marek tying the cord of the bikini. It was no I realised I was being filmed through the mirror. I was told the film and photos of today will be shown to my parents and school if I ever say anything. I looked at Jon as he fingered me to another orgasm. He laughed and told me I would miss that if I didn't come back again.

Over the next few weeks I was taught and made to suck their cocks and French kiss them. I found swallowing their cum was worst. But I did it otherwise I was beaten.

One day I was shared with their friends, they were all in their 40's - all as old as my dad. On one occasion I saw my first black man, I had never really seen or met a black man but one day I was left alone in the bedroom with him and his friend.

I was so scared they were a lot bigger than me and looked so aggressive. I was pulled around like a rag doll into any position so they could finger me, lick me and I was made to suck them as well. Their cocks were much bigger than the other men. They were very black with large purple coloured cock heads, but it was the veins around the cock that seemed to scare me the most. They made a point of mentioning they liked white girls with hairy cunts as he pushed a finger up me.

I pleaded with them not to fuck me but their Polish wasn't very good and they didn't understand my pleading. After they had fucked me I felt so stretched and bloated. I was made to suck them hard again, moving my mouth from one to the other. One black man wanted me to take more in and my arms were held as he forced my head further down his cock.

I gagged and past out, I woke up lying on the bed by myself. They saw me move and walked over to me. One lay on the bed and I was made to straddle his hips. He held his cock up and I had to feed his cock up me. I squeezed my eyes closed and bit my lip as I had to force myself down his hard cock. It went in as far as it could and I stopped moving. I was pushed forward and held against him.

He pumped his cock in and out as I was held in place. His friend applied some cream to my arsehole and pushed a finger up me. I screamed for him to stop as I was fucked. He applied some more then I felt the bed move as he got on it. He held my shoulders as he forced his cock up my arsehole. It was the first time I had a cock there.

The pain was too much as I past out again. By the time I came around he had his cock up my arsehole and was slowly fucking me.

The door opened and I saw Marek with Jon. I asked them to help me but they just stood there and watched me being fucked. Marek took photos of me being fucked.

They all laughed together when the black man lay on my back and I couldn't be seen I was so small. But as Marek went between my legs he said there she is and they laughed again. The black man leant up from my back and fucked my arsehole forcefully. It was so painful I held my breath and then gasped for air.

Jon said I had blood running down my leg as his cock had torn my arsehole. I was shocked they didn't help me. I thought they liked me.

The black men came together and I could feel the force of their cum hitting my inside. Cum was forced out around the cock in my cunt but my arse took it all as he was fully in as he cum. I was tossed to one side as they pulled out and finished with me.

As I lay there I ran my hand over my abused arsehole and I could feel the cum running out but there was a mixture of blood with it. I was scared to see the blood and Marek cleaned me up and made sure I was OK.

It wasn't long after that I wasn't made to turn up. I thought I had done something wrong and called around to find Sofia sitting there with Jon and Marek. I said hello and Jon said she had come around for a photo session. I was about to say something but Jon put his finger to his lips to stop me. I turned and walked out.

I was upset that Sofia had taken my place, I wasn't upset about the fucking but Marek had been nice to me and been a friend when I needed it. In the time I knew Marek I had met his niece and he had brought me things.

Sofia was only 11 years old, I knew her from school and she lived close by. I wasn't sure whether to tell me mum or not. I know she had problems with her dad and Marek was so good to me.

I only had a year before I left school. I had planned to go to Warsaw to college to learn English. It was when I was 20 that I met Alan who was English and he was in his 40's as well. We moved together shortly after and moved away.

I know realise it was what had happened when I was younger that makes me a bit of a slut now. I love sex and I am happy to go with a stranger I like. Alan knows what happened to me and he has created situations where men fuck me and he watches. He tells me I am so sexy when I am acting like a slut and he loves me being smooth and totally hairless, it feels so nice.

I often wonder what happened to Sofia and if she is OK.