Perverts 'R' Us

The Start

By Anna ( M+/g+, nc )

My name is Anna and you will know from my other stories that I have been fucking around for a number of years now. I am 15 years old, still at school in my final year and doing OK.

I have a nice boyfriend who doesn't know about my former life of fucking old men, he thought he had taken my virginity. Which is nice for him and me, we love each other very much.

A part of my life that stays with me is my visits to see a man in his 40's. His name is Steve, he still likes young girls, and I feel I am getting a bit old for him now. He says he liked me better when my tits were much smaller. For this reason he often punishes me before fucking me. I enjoy both, so I am pleased with the arrangement.

I tell Bob my boyfriend that I go around to his house to clean and he pays me for it. I do get paid, but it's not for cleaning.

Anyway, one afternoon after school, I was around his house and bent over the chair arm being beaten with a cane on my arse while being made to suck one of his friends off. Bob's sister Clare came looking for me and couldn't get a reply from the front door, so she came around to the garden. She looked through the window and saw me walking from the room with a red arse, partly covered by my tee shirt that I was still wearing, being followed out by two naked men.

Clare didn't knock on the window, but ran off home to my house and waited for me. As I got home later I went straight to my room to get changed. As I stood naked in the room choosing some clothes to wear, Clare came in.

She asked me why I had red welts over my bum and what was the sticky stuff on my back. It was obviously cum from one of the men.

I turned around and tried to cover myself. I was a bit cross with her for not knocking. She then told me what she had seen at the house and asked why the men were naked and asked why I didn't have any panties on.

I sat there for ages, wondering what to say to her.

Clare was a pretty girl who was 11 years old and at my school. She wasn't very tall, but slim with long dark hair, no tits at all, just a flat chest. When she wore a swimming costume, she had a lovely pubic bone, making a lovely shape.

She said she had seen the cane and asked if I was caned. I told her to be quiet and she said that she would tell Bob what she had seen and then all the kids at school would hear about it too.

I nodded. She asked why, so I told her that the men liked to cane girls and that they paid me for it.

She knew about sex as she asked me about it and I had shown her all, her clit, pussy and other things she asked.

I asked her to put some cream on for me and she rubbed it in, asking me questions all the time. In the end if she didn't tell anyone, I would tell her the whole story. I left a lot out, but she seemed OK with what I told her.

Time went by and one day she followed me from school and turned up at the house. She knocked on the door after I had gone in. I was not doing anything, just watching TV.

Steve invited her in and he walked behind her looking her up and down. He was nearly drooling over her bum in her school skirt.

He told Clare to sit on a deep chair opposite him. He knew he would have a view of her panties as it was too deep for her and she couldn't bend her knees. Clare didn't realise what he was doing and allowed her legs to open slightly as he made her laugh.

He asked if she knew why I went to the house and Clare said she did. Steve smiled. "Would you like to be trained as well?"

"Yes please," Clare said with a big smile, "can we start now?"

"I think next time would be better," he said. He needed his friend there as well to take photos for security. He wanted her, but he wanted to make sure no one else knew about it.

"When can I come again then, please?" Clare asked.

"How about Wednesday?" Clare nodded. Steve knew I normally turn up on a Wednesday and his friends turned up as well.

As I walked home with Clare, I asked her what she thought she was doing. She told me she wanted to try it as well. She said when Bob had hit her on the bum she really liked it. I just told her she was stupid and she didn't know what she was getting herself into.

She had no idea that when I was her age I was raped, gangbanged, and forced to be their fuck toy. OK I know I enjoy it now, but at first I was hurt, bleeding, and sore most of the time.

I was worried for her.

On Wednesday I looked for Clare at the end of school, but she wasn't around. I walked off to Steve's house. As I walked in I saw Clare sitting there with her other friend Samantha.

"What are you doing here, Sam?" I shouted at her.

"It's OK, Clare said that I can be trained with her."

"They will be OK, don't worry Anna." Steve said. Walking in behind Steve were four of his friends.

One had a camera stand, which he set up and wired up a video. He then got a stills camera and set it up. Next came the lights.

I was asked to sit in a chair at the other side of the room and enjoy the afternoon. That obviously meant I was not needed with two other victims.

Clare and Sam were given a drink while sitting on the settee chatting with Steve and an old man I didn't know. As the girls drank, Steve sat next to Clare and the other man next to Sam. They started to brush their hair from their faces and stroke their cheeks. The girls had been drugged.

Steve took Clare to one side and started to undress her, sucking on her nipples, kissing her and telling her how lovely she was. In a short time Clare was down to her cotton panties. Her legs were opening and closing as Steve played with her nipples.

I knew that she played with her clit and I am sure she wanted Steve to touch her there as well.

Brian the other man was having more trouble with Sam. She didn't like it and wanted to go home. As Brian played with her he took her photo. He rubbed her between her legs and rubbed her flat chest. They just needed enough photos to blackmail her with.

Brian slapped Sam across the face to stop her struggling. Steve looked over and his face beamed, he loved being rough.

He got one guy to take over with Clare as he got up and went over to Sam.

She stood up with three men around her. Steve started to undo her blouse and as she lashed out, her wrists were held. She tried to kick so her legs were held apart. Steve undid her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. As he looked into her eyes he rubbed her nipples. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

Her nipples were just starting to bud, and within seconds they were hard. He pinched them, making her cry. He told her to look at him. She looked down. He ran his hand up her leg as she squirmed. He pulled her face up and held her stare as he reached her crotch and rubbed her cunt. He then found her clit and rubbed it hard. Sam dropped her head and moaned.

Steve slapped her on her thigh and told her to let Brian take her clothes off. Sam nodded. She stood there still as she was undressed and she lifted her arms and legs to make it easier. When they had finished they moved away leaving Sam standing there naked except for her cotton panties. They were sweet with little bears covering the pink material.

Her body was slim and small just like a little girl should be, not being ogled by old men who only wanted to fuck her and take her innocence, her virginity, her childhood. After spending time there the girls in training will have started and they will be back until they can't live without pain and a cock in their holes. They will be beaten, their holes stretched and their bodies aching for pain and fucking.

She stood between the men and had to endure a rough finger pushed up her cunt to make sure she was a virgin or at least had her hymen intact. She looked at the ground not wanting to see the leering faces of the old men. She knew they wanted her, to fuck and hurt her. She had heard of these men and been warned about them.

Today was the beginning of the slippery slope to depravity with enough different men to fuck them every night, until they are too old or worn out or just enjoy pain too much. The depraved men liked to see the girls scared and hurt. They didn't want them enjoying themselves. The girls were not there to enjoy the pain, the men wanted pure screams of pain and humiliation.

They knew they would have that with the skills they have learned with the other girls they have broken in.

Now that Steve and his friends had little Clare and Samantha to play with I realized as I watched them that I had outgrown these men. Perhaps Bob will be able to meet my needs, but if not I would have to look for other men to fuck me and punish me properly.