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Cross Roads (Mmg, rape, viol, kidna
By Willowall (Mm/g, rape, viol, kidnap, brutality)
WARNING... This story contains graphic descriptions of sex among adults and
minors. If you find this offensive stop reading now. This story is entirely
fictional and any similarity between persons and events depicted in it and
actual persons and events is purely coincidental. The story is pure fantasy
and none of the events described herein are practiced, advocated or condoned
by the author.
Write to monsterwadd@yahoo.com for suggestions, comments or questions.
* * *
When you find yourself at the crossroads of life... just follow your dick.
Chapter 1
I had been out of work for a while after leaving the air force and was looking
at what I could do with my life. I'm 42 years old, no family or kids to hold
me in any one spot, as working in the air force did not leave me much time
to socialize with people.
I opened up my mail one day and got a letter from a school offering me a
job. It sounded perfect. The only problem I could see was it was in Texas,
but I had done teaching before in the air force so teaching kids would not
be hard, and Texas would be a cool place to live.
Getting the job was easy. I had to drive 1480 miles to my new house that
I bought with some savings from the air force. The guy in the real-estate
office said it was a nice secluded place to be a nice four-bedroom house,
with garage and basement he said. So I thought I could use the basement as
a work shop and playroom.
I worked out it would take me 3 days to drive down to the new house, so after
some thinking and a bud to drink, I worked out what to pack, did some planning,
and a few days later, was on my way to Texas.
Finally I made it to my new place. I had a new life now, a new house, and
a new job, teaching physical Ed to kids in the age range of 8 and 14.
But a funny thing happened on the drive to Texas...
Chapter 2
To protect the guilty, I can't tell you the town or state I was in, but one
night I was getting tired and stopped off at a truck stop to take a piss
and a nap. It was a pretty busy place, with a diner, a motel and a trailer
park nearby.
I soon noticed why the parking lot was so crowded... hookers. There were
about three cheap-looking hookers moving from truck to truck, serving any
trucker who had twenty bucks for a blow job. By the crowd, I'd say those
girls sucked about 100 dicks a night. Maybe that explained their fat bellies...
full of sperm!
Anyway, I was planning on getting my dick sucked, but I was so tired, I drifted
off to sleep before my turn came. I woke up several hours later, just as
the sun was rising. Even though I had been sleeping, my dick had apparently
been up and waiting for some action all night long, because my morning hard-on
was a killer!
I started to stroke myself through my jeans, when out of the corner of my
eye I saw a hot little bitch in a yellow miniskirt standing by the street,
near the trailer park.
At first I thought she was one of the hookers from the night before, but
as I looked closer, I saw she was too young to be a hooker. She was a school
kid waiting for the bus!
Damn, she was hot. She had long blonde hair trailing down her back, hitting
against her butt, just like I like it. She was wearing cheap little-girl
makeup on, with pink, glossy lips. She may not be a hooker now, I thought,
but she will be one of these days.
Noticing that the girl was shivering in the early morning cold, I thought
it might be the gentlemanly thing to ask her if she wanted to get in my car
and stay warm with the heater. So I drove up to her and rolled down the window.
"Hey there, you look pretty cold! I was just going over to your place and
say hi to your dad, but before I go, do you want to get in here with my nice
warm heater and wait for the bus?"
She looked confused and a little weary at first, but as soon as I flashed
my winning smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't bite," she giggled and got
right in.
"Do you know my dad?" she said, as she sunk into the warm leather bucket
seats of my car. I smiled again, and asked, "What grade are you in?" "Second,
she said." I did some quick math... she was only seven years old. "You sure
are a pretty little girl," I said. Then, reaching under my seat, I grabbed
my trusty stun gun and zapped the girl on the side of her stomach. (Yep,
I ALWAYS come prepared.) Then before she knew what hit her, I had her seat
down and her mouth gagged. I threw a blanket over her, and sped away.
I did not want the attention of the cops so I left the state quick sharp
and headed on my way to Texas.
150 miles over the state line I found a good secluded spot to park up and
have a little fun with my new little friend; while she was still out I got
some things from the trunk of my car and set about getting ready. I pulled
out some of my favorite tools of the trade: rope, whip, and dildo.
I pulled the kid out of the car and carried her deep into the woods. Finding
a nice spot, I threw her and my toys down on the ground. Kneeling over her,
I stared into her wide eyes and said, "Now I usually like to hear my cunts
scream when I beat them, but I don't want anyone to hear us, so you're gonna
keep this gag in your mouth. Just remember, I've still got this gun, and
if you do anything dumb, I'm not afraid to use it."
This little girl was so hot; I was drooling while I ripped her clothes off.
Her tits hadn't even begun to bud yet. Her pussy was totally smooth, with
a perfect, puffy mound where my dick would soon go. Best of all was the look
of fear and disgust in her eyes when she saw me unzip my pants and pull my
big hairy dick out. I laughed. "Bet you never saw a monster like this before
have you?" Kneeling down on her with my knees around her head, I put my dick
in front of her face. "Smell it, cunt. I haven't had a chance to bathe in
days!" Then I rubbed the nasty fucker all over her face, leaving snail-trails
of precum across her forehead and cheeks.
I stood up and stroked my cock while I stared at the little girl. Then I
grabbed my whip and started lashing her, putting thick red welts across her
belly. She jumped up and started to run away, but there was no use. I kicked
her onto the ground and she fell face first into the dirt. I whipped her
back and her ass with my foot pressed onto the back of her thigh. "Trying
to get away, bitch? You stupid cunt, you can't get away from this!"
With my dick harder than ever, it was definitely time to fuck. I got down
on my knees, grabbed her by the stomach, and pulled her up to me, my dick
resting between her legs. With my left hand around her throat, I used my
right hand to rub her pussy. I worked my index finger into her, then rammed
it all the way in, feeling her convulse against me. I pulled it out and licked
the juice off my finger.
I flipped the bitch over and ate her out for a minute to get her nice and
wet, then I used my hand to open her little slit as wide as I could, and
finally took the plunge.
They say the first three inches are the most difficult, but in this case,
every inch was a bitch. She was so tight; it felt like she was going to cut
the circulation off to my dick! But no cunt can stop me from my fuck, no
matter how tight. I just kept plowing ahead, determined to get all nine inches
into that tight twat. It wasn't even about sex anymore, it was a sport! It
hurt me like hell, but I closed my eyes and held my breath and pushed deeper
and deeper and deeper until finally something gave and the last two inches
slid right in, all the way to the base. Homerun, baby!
Chapter 3
I think I must have stabbed my cock straight through her womb as the bitch
was really starting to scream through her gag. Her head was shaking from
side to side while she tried to get away from the pain. I could not hold
back at this point and let her have it harder than ever. I pushed it all
in and held on tight as I shot my hate-cum in her womb. A few minutes later,
after catching my breath, I pulled my dick out of her. The blood started
gushing out of her cunt, and I started to panic. She was shaking and convulsing
on the ground like she was having a seizure. I wasn't done playing with her
and didn't want her to die right there, so it occurred to me I needed to
stop the bleeding. Luckily, I had just the thing. I grabbed the dildo and
quickly rammed it into her hole. And you know what, it actually did the trick!
The pressure from the dildo stopped the bleeding in her cunt. Meanwhile,
the girl passed out from all the pain.
Looking at the helpless kid on the ground with a dildo stuffed in her twat
hole made me horny as hell again, and soon my prick was raging at full strength.
As her mouth was gagged and her pussy was plugged, that left just one hole
for me to play with. I rolled the unconscious girl over on her back and was
about to bust into her butt tunnel, when I looked up and saw something that
gave me a great idea.
Two trees were standing a few feet away, both of them perfectly parallel
with each other. I grabbed the girl and some rope and tied each wrist to
each ankle. I carried her over to the trees and tied each end of the rope
to each tree, so that she was suspended midair between the trees, with her
hands tied to her ankles. Still unconscious, her head kept flopping forward
into her stomach, so I tied one end of a rope around her neck and the other
end around a third tree standing behind her, thus serving to pull her torso
backwards. Her whole body was then lying horizontally in the air, with her
legs spread to give easy access to her fuck holes.
Just as I stepped up to bat the bitch up the little bunghole, I noticed her
eyes open slightly. "Good, you're awake," I said. "I want you to feel this."
Her pussy blood had conveniently slid into her ass and served to lube her
up pretty good, so the first inch of my dick got in her just fine. It was
the remaining eight that was going to be a problem, but to my surprise, it
went in pretty smoothly. In fact, my dick was such a perfect fit for her
ass, I'm convinced she had been nailed there before.
Luckily, after I shoot my first load, I can fuck for a long time the next
time around, and that's exactly what I did! I rammed my dick in and out of
her like she was a cheap 25-year-old whore. I gave her some good, hard, heavy
thrusts-- head to base all the way! Each pump made the trees shake. I showed
absolutely no mercy on her little ass. And as I used the rope around her
neck for leverage, I damned near choked her to death a few times, but luckily
I found out just in time.
After a good 45 minutes of hard, deep-penetration, pounding, I finally pulled
out and dumped a thick massive load on her. I shot out about 5 or 6 ropes
of cum, hitting her on her face and all over her smooth baby-girl stomach.
As I wiped my dickhead off in the girl's hair, I checked my wristwatch and
noticed it was almost noon. "Shit, I need to get on the road," I thought.
So, I zipped up, grabbed my whip, got in the car and drove away, leaving
the little slut tied to the trees, a dildo in her cunt, a gag in her mouth,
and blood leaking out of her bruised and broken butt.
Chapter 4
After just a week on the new job, I was already the most liked teacher in
the small school. I'm confident, funny, outgoing, and pretty good looking,
so most people like me. The guys at the school really respect me a lot because
I was in the Air Force, and they're basically pretty nerdy and wimpy themselves.
One of the female teachers started flirting with me from the day I got there,
but I told her I had a girlfriend. It was a lie of course. The truth is she
was just too fucking old for my taste. She was 34!
Best of all, the kids in the school liked me a lot too. I can act pretty
goofy around kids so they don't feel intimidated by me. They treat me like
a fun older brother, which is exactly what I want them to do.
Of the classes that I taught physical education to, my favorite were the
sixth graders. It's just at that age of 13 and 14 that the kids are getting
their horny going, especially the boys, who are like walking hardons most
of the day. I try to help the guys out by leaving pornos in the locker room,
and by the amount of circle jerks I've seen in there, I know they appreciate
it. It was on just such occasion that I put one of my devious plans into
action.
While the 7th grade boys were out playing baseball one afternoon, I left
a particularly hot issue of "Barely Legal" magazine on a locker room bench
where I knew one of the most horny kids would find it. I called the guys
into the gym and told them to shower and get ready to go home while I went
into my office and waited for them to find the magazine. It didn't take them
long. From my office I could see some of the guys huddled around each other,
so I quietly approached them. There were four boys standing around the bench
while one of them held the magazine up for them to see it. Some of them were
stroking themselves through their shorts.
"Boys, what's going on here?" I said.
They all acted guilty and shamefaced, but nobody said anything except for
Tom, who had the magazine in his hand.
"All right. Give me that. I want the five of you to go into my office," I
said. And then I sent the rest of the boys home, locking the locker room
door after they left.
Now with the five boys in my office, I walked in, sat down, and leafed through
the magazine.
"Boys, I brought you in here to ask you something," I said. Then I opened
the magazine up to the centerfold, which showed a gorgeous young blonde girl
named Jenny laying on her back with a dildo crammed up her pussy. I held
the picture up.
"Boys, look closely. Doesn't this hot babe look like little Holly Smith?"
Holly Smith was a 4th grader in the school who was in special classes due
to her failing grades. She was as dumb as she was sexy, and she was damned
dumb. The boys knew who she was because a big picture of her was in the hallway
as "Student of the Week".
Tom was the first to speak up. "You're right, Coach, she looks just like
Holly!" All the other boys agreed. Gordon, one of the other boys, said "Except
Holly's tits aren't as big as that slut's." "That's for sure," said Pete
(another of the boys).
I flipped the page and showed the next picture. In this one, Jenny was on
her back, but the dildo was in her mouth and she had both hands pulling her
pussy lips open.
"Wouldn't you guys like to see Holly in this position?" I asked. Of course,
they all said they would.
"Well, what would you guys say if I told you it can be arranged?"
"You mean, we can fuck her?" said Tom.
"That's exactly what I mean. We can all fuck her, and there's not a thing
she can do about it."
"That sounds good to me!" said Pete, and the others all nodded in agreement.
"Okay MEN, and from now on, that's what I'm calling you, because you're real
men, not boys," I said. "Before I tell you how this is going to go down,
I need to have your solemn promise that you tell no one about this. Now,
first of all, if any of you think you're not 100 percent into doing this,
let me know right now."
I waited for about 30 seconds as the guys stood there silent.
"Good. Now so you don't change your minds later, I'm going to need you to
take a semen oath."
"Uhm, a semen what?" said Russell.
"A semen oath, Russell. This is what I mean. I know you guys are as horny
as I am after looking at these hot pictures, so if you really want to take
part in fucking little Holly, you're gonna have to prove it by shooting your
semen on this centerfold picture of Jenny."
Some of the guys started laughing.
"No problem," said Tom, as he started to pull his shorts down.
"But here's the catch, men. I've got to take a Polaroid picture of you doing
it. Now, the picture will go straight into my safe, and no one will ever,
ever, ever see it, unless you even THINK about telling someone what we're
doing to Holly. Got it?"
All the guys agreed, and within seconds the pants were down, the dicks were
out, and they were all stroking furiously to the picture of Jenny spread
out in front of them. I had the Polaroid ready, and snapped a picture of
each guy stroking his dick. It's perfect blackmail material because a guy
won't mind stroking his dick in front of another horny guy, but he sure doesn't
want his mom to see the picture! Russell was the first to shoot. "Aim for
the picture, Russell! Aim for the picture!" I shouted, as he was about to
let it all fall on the floor.
"Remember, guys, in the semen oath, all the cum has to land on the picture."
Soon, Pete shot off on the picture, followed immediately by Jose and Gordon.
That just left Tom and Me.
I unzipped my fly and pulled my meat out, challenging Tom to see who would
be the last man standing. "You think you can hold out longer than me, Tom?"
"Yeah, Coach, I bet I can keep from cumming before you do!" he boasted.
"We'll just see about that."
As Tom and I stroked our dicks, I glanced over at the other guys and could
see that they were impressed by my size. Except for porn, they probably had
never seen a man-sized cock before.
Ten minutes later and the two of us were still stroking, locked in a battle
of the balls, so to speak. Sweat was running down Tom's body, his face was
red, and his legs were shaking. I could tell he was close, and I could have
easily won the contest, but you know what. I'm a good guy. I didn't want
to humiliate him, so I stared down at the picture of Jenny, covered in several
thick cum loads, and imagined what it would look like when Holly was covered
in cum for real. Within seconds I was blasting away. "Take, it, you bitch!
Take my nasty load, Holly!" I said as I shot load after creamy load onto
Jenny's picture.
While I was cumming, Tom started to squeeze one out too, and our cum made
criss-cross patterns across the young porn chick's image.
All the boys started cheering for Tom, and I acted completely defeated. "Damn,
I guess you're a better man than I am, Tom!" I said. Watching the young man
beam with male pride as his buddies slapped him on the back, I felt great
for having done my good deed for the day. While the guys were hanging out,
staring at the picture and joking about all the sperm on the page, I ran
over to the trophy closet and pulled out one of my old golfing trophies.
It was a big bronze golf ball mounted on a plaque.
"For proving he's the man with the biggest balls in the school, I award Tom
with this priceless bronze ball trophy!"
They all thought that was funny. Tom was laughing so hard, he farted, and
then the guys really started acting stupid. "He's got the biggest balls,
and the biggest farts!" said Russell. I opened up the windows a little and
let the guys horse around for awhile before I grabbed a baseball bat and
hit it on the table to get their attention.
"Okay, men, now it's time for us to get serious. Like I said, I've got a
plan for us to fuck the hell out of Holly Smith, and this is how it's gonna
happen."
Chapter 5
For the next week, me and the guys met in the locker room after school to
go over our plan and to jerk off to my collection of teenie porn. Toward
the end of the week, to really gain their trust, I gave them weed and beer
on their visits. They fucking worshipped me!
On Friday at lunch, the plan went into action. It was so simple. I provided
the pill, and Russell did the deed. He sat by Holly at lunchtime and easily
slipped the pill into her milk carton. It worked perfectly! Less than an
hour later, Holly passed out in Zack Jenkins's math class. Zack noticed Holly
fall asleep at her desk and waited until class was over to do anything. As
soon as the other kids left the room, Tom and Pete came in. Zack stood out
in the hall and made sure things were clear, then he gave them the signal
to carry her into the bathroom across the hall.
See, Zack was in on the whole thing too. In fact, Zack and I go way back.
He got me hired for the job. We met in jail several years ago, both of us
were in for the same thing: child molestation. Looking at him, you wouldn't
exactly mistake him for a Grade-A stud-- he's in his 50s, about 5'7", a little
overweight, and balding. But man, I've never met a guy with as much experience
using and abusing little girls. He's the leading Pervert Hero in my book
(well, except for myself, of course.)
Tom and Pete did exactly what they were supposed to do. They picked the girl
up, took her out of the class, and rushed her straight into the boy's bathroom,
which had a big "out of order" sign on the door. I was waiting for them inside
with my digital camera powered up and ready.
"Good job, men!" I said. "Put her on the toilet." I locked the door and told
the guys to take Holly's clothes off. Once she was fully nude, they propped
her up on the toilet and we stood around her playing with her unconscious
body. Because the bathroom just had one toilet in it and no stalls, there
was enough room for us to surround her.
"All right guys, now let me get some pictures." I snapped a few shots of
Holly with her legs spread, then I let the guys eat her out and shot some
pictures of that. being careful that only the backs of their heads showed.
Next, there were shots of Pete's hands on her tits. "Looks like you finally
got to play with her tits, Pete!" I said. Next, I took some shots of my fingers
up to the first knuckle in her pussy.
"I think we've got some pretty good pictures that we can use against her
later," I said. I had taken a lot of photos of her face earlier in the week,
telling her it was for the yearbook, and I knew it would be easy to paste
her smiling face onto the pictures of her getting eaten out and fondled.
She looked so amazingly sexy sitting there totally naked and unconscious,
that our dicks were raging hard. She was so hot, she made porn star Jenny
look like a gross pig in comparison. Her pussy was much smoother than Jenny's.
And while her tits weren't as perky as Jenny's, you could tell that her pussy
was tighter.
"Now guys, I know we all want to fuck her, but we've got to be patient. That
will come later this week, when she's fully conscious of what we're doing
to her. But if you guys want to jerk off on her, be my guess."
Well, you can guess what happened. Half an hour later, and little Holly had
our splooge all over her, and she was still knocked out cold. Pete and Tom
went back to class, and Jose came back alone. I let him in the bathroom while
I waited outside. Before he went in I warned him, "No penetration. That comes
later. Right now, just cum on her like the others."
About five minutes later, the Mexican horn dog came out of the bathroom,
red-faced, then went back to class. Soon, Gordon and Russell went through
the same exercise. At 1:30, the bell rang and I knew the 7th grade math class
was over. Almost immediately, my pal Zack showed up, an eager grin on his
face.
"You dog," I whispered at him. "Get in there and drop some seed!" I waited
outside while Zack went in and took care of business. He only had a 10 minute
break between classes, so he made it a quick one. When he came out he told
me that Holly had opened her eyes a little bit and even moaned. She wasn't
given a large dosage, so it was expected that she'd be awake pretty soon.
I went into the bathroom to clean her up. after eating her out and shooting
another load on her face.
Chapter 6
At about 2:30 Holly was starting to awaken, so I grabbed her hand and took
her to my office, where I called her mother. An impatient bitchy sounding
cunt answered the phone. I explained I was from the school and that Holly
had been hit on the head by a baseball. I told her we gave her some medicine,
so she'll probably still be groggy when she gets home. "Oh, one other thing,
Ms. Smith. We haven't received your daughter's signed permission slip yet,"
I added.
"Permission slip? What slip?" she said.
"For the camp tomorrow. All the 4th grade girls are going on a weeklong trip
to the St. Brigid Camp. Everything is being paid for by the school, but we
need the slip."
"This is the first I heard of it," she said.
"We sent three notices home already! Didn't Holly give them to you?"
"No, of course not. Can you fax it to me?" she asked.
After I hung up the phone, I faxed the fake permission slip over to the bitch,
and a minute later I got it back. The slip explained that the school would
transport Holly to and from "the camp", and that all the parent had to do
was send her to school on Friday with a few changes of clothes in a bag.
The next day Holly came to school with a bag of clothes, just as instructed.
I grabbed it from her right away and threw it in my van. At the end of the
day, Zack told Holly he wanted to speak with her privately. She met him in
his classroom, and together they came to my office, where there was more
privacy. I was waiting for them with a stack of photos sitting on my desk.
They were the photos we took the day before. Holly sat down, and Zack put
the pictures in her hands.
"Holly," I explained. "This morning I found these pictures in a desk. Some
of the boys were passing them around. What do you have to say about this?"
The girl was stunned speechless.
"Is that, is that me?" she gulped.
"Don't play stupid," said Zack. "You know that's you, and you're mom does
too. We talked to her about this today and she is totally disgusted to have
such a nasty girl for a daughter."
"That's right," I said. "Your mother is so upset, she said she might put
you up for adoption."
The girl immediately started crying, and begged us to believe that it wasn't
her in the pictures. I looked at Zack and saw him grinning. The dumb cunt
fell straight into our trap! We definitely picked out the right girl: sexy,
stupid, very shy, and raised by a single mother who treated her like shit.
"Instead of going to camp, Holly, your mom is sending you to be punished,"
I said. "She wants to make sure that you know exactly what happens to dirty
girls who act slutty like you, and she's asked me to be the one to inflict
the punishment."
I looked at the clock and noticed it was about 4:00. The school would be
empty soon, and it would be a good time to take Holly for a drive.
Zack went out to the field and called for the guys, then we all piled into
his Pathfinder. Me and Zack sat in the front, while Pete, Tom, Gordon, Jose
and Russell sat with Holly in the back. The guys all told their parents they
were going to a special school-sponsored baseball camp for the week, but
in reality they would be spending the week at my place.
As Zack's massive SUV sped down the highway, the guys began fooling around
with Holly, who was pinned in between Gordon and Jose. They had their hands
all over her, and when she started to whine at them to stop, they began roughing
her up-- pulling her hair, pinching her, yelling at her. Tom slapped her
face, and then pulled her skirt up and shoved his index finger up her cunt.
That's when she really began to scream! "Mr. Jenkins, they're hurting me!
Coach Stevens, Coach Stevens, do something! Help! Oh, help me, it hurts!"
All I did was tell Tom not to finger her too deep. "Save that cherry for
later," I said. Then I looked over at Zack, and he looked at me, and we laughed.
"This is gonna be one hell of a week," he said, as he sped the car up to
90... Holly crying and screaming for help the whole time.
Chapter 7
Pulling into my driveway, Zack remarked on what a perfect location my house
was. And indeed it was. The real estate agent couldn't have found a better
home for me. Located on a hill surrounded by trees, the place was at least
a mile from any other home, and it was situated far enough from the road,
that most people would drive by it without even noticing it. And if I did
have any unexpected visitors, they'd have to unlock a gate first before they
got onto the property.
After we gotten into the house and set our bags down in the living room,
I called the guys together. "All right, men. Take a seat. Welcome to my home.
First of all, I want to go over the rules of the house: There ARE no rules.
This is our week to just let it all hang out. We can do what we want, when
we want. I got food and beer in the fridge, I've got a big stash of pot and
about 50 bottles of booze. There's a collection of about 200 porn videos
and DVDs, and hundreds of dirty magazines. But most of all, there's Holly.
Holly, stand up."
When she got up, Zack ran up behind her and immediately snapped some handcuffs
on her wrists, cuffing her behind her back. She started to say something,
but before she knew what was happening, he had a ball gag in her mouth. Then
he cuffed both her ankles together. We could tell by her muffled screams
and her bugged-out eyes, that she was in a major panic.
"Pay attention, Holly!" I yelled. "If anyone is going to be following any
rules around here, it's you. It's called the Rule of Cock, and basically
it means that whatever the Cock wants from you, the Cock gets, whether you
like it or not."
Zack handed me a whip.
"And we MEN are the Cock," I said, as I cracked the whip against her clothed
stomach.
"And you will OBEY us," I said, again whipping her torso, this time harder.
"You will OBEY the COCK," I insisted. This time I whipped her repeatedly
in quick succession. She tried to get away, but with her ankles shackled
together, she tripped and fell to the floor right in front of the couch.
I stood above her, threw the whip down, pulled my belt out of its loops and
began beating her with it instead. "Obey the Cock!" I yelled, each time I
hit her. Soon, all the guys in the room were chanting with me while I beat
my belt against her ass, thinly covered by a pair of cotton shorts. "Obey
the Cock!" we chanted. "Obey the Cock! Obey the Cock! Obey the Cock!"
I stopped after about five minutes, breathless, with sweat running down my
neck. Tears were running hysterically down Holly's face. It was clear she
had never been in so much pain in her life. And that was just the beginning.
I looked over at the guys, who sat there on the couch with big dumb horny
grins on their faces. They were hungry for blood, Fresh Ripe Cherry Blood.
I kneeled down to Holly's level.
"Now listen, Holly. I'm gonna take this gag out of your mouth, and I'm gonna
take the cuffs off your wrists and your ankles, but only on one condition.
If you EVER even THINK about running away from us, I'm gonna beat you so
hard, the whipping you just got will feel like a fucking MASSAGE."
When I took the gag out of her mouth, the guys expected her to scream, but
instead there was silence. she was crying so hysterically, she didn't even
make a sound.
Then when I took the cuffs off her wrists and ankles, some of the guys expected
her to run. Instead, she crawled up into a fetal position.
I stood up, triumphant.
"Men, I just taught you an important lesson. Once a bitch is beaten down--
and I mean, thoroughly beaten down-- it will be a long time before she ever
gets the guts to try to stand up again. So remember this for the rest of
your life: beat your bitch early on, and that bitch will be yours for the
beating however long you want."
"Zack, why don't you take her into her room so she's ready for us when the
time is right," I said.
Zack picked Holly up and slung her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes,
then he carried her up the stairs to her room, threw her down on the bed,
locked her door, and came down to join the rest of us just as the videotape
began to play.
"Guys, Zack has already seen this tape, but I want you to see it too so you
know just what kind of fun you can look forward to." I said as I handed everyone
a beer and sat down to watch the tape.
The video began with a news broadcast from the '80s involving a father of
two girls, aged 7 and 9, who had just been convicted of raping them both,
and leaving one confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. My face
and name showed up on the screen as the rapist dad, and after it faded away,
it was replaced by the image of my dick working its way into a young girl's
pussy. The video's title then flashed on the screen: "Franklin J. Stevens.
Portrait of a Superstud." For the next 45 minutes, the video showed some
of the highlights from my personal collection of videos, showing me molest,
fuck and abuse almost 20 girls, ranging in ages 6 to 12. I gave a running
commentary throughout the show, telling the guys how I got the girls and
some of my favorite stories from the experiences, such as the time I fucked
a pregnant 12-year-old so hard, she actually started to give birth an hour
after I came in her. Gordon asked me what happened afterwards, and I had
to admit I didn't know because I just left her there in the Mexican brothel
where I found her. Tom said, "Hey, I bet it was your momma, Jose!" and we
all laughed.
The video ended with a quick collection of all my cum shots, most of the
loads landing on the pretty little girls' faces as they cried and whined
and moaned for mercy. As it faded to black, I got a big round of applause,
and was beaming with pride.
"Thank you, guys, I'm glad you liked it. And now that we're all boned up,
I say we go upstairs and give that little bitch some hell!"
Chapter 8
Holly's room had been especially prepared for her in advance. The windows
were boarded up, and the door was locked from the outside so there was no
way she could leave. I had thought about putting her in the basement, but
I decided she could stay locked upstairs as long as we were in the house
with her. If we left her alone, then she'd go to the basement. It was for
our comfort, not her's, because I hate fucking on a cold floor.
When we barged into the room, we found Holly on the bed curled up in a fetal
position, sucking her thumb like a baby, and sound asleep. Her face was puffy
and red from all the crying.
Zack said "Wake up you little slut," and then he shook her. She didn't make
a sound. She had cried herself out.
"I don't know who's gonna fuck her first," I said, "so why don't we all pile
on top of her, and whoever gets his dick in her first is the lucky guy who
gets to pop her cherry!"
With our eyes on the prize pussy, the seven of us pulled our pants down and
jumped her. We were like pigs fighting for some tit. It was a pretty intense
fight. While Zack and me had the advantage of being bigger and stronger,
the younger guys had the advantage of being quicker and probably a little
hornier. Just as a guy would get his pecker head up against her slit, someone
would come along and push him off her and try to take his place. At first
it was pretty funny and we were laughing and joking around, but as our dicks
got stiffer and more hotter and more desperate for pussy, the fighting became
more violent. Pete and Russell got into such a brawl, they got off the bed
and began slugging each other. Then while Zack was about to mount her, Tom
came along and elbowed him in the ribs and pushed him off the bed. Soon,
us guys were fighting each other so much, we almost forgot what we were fighting
for.
Then I blew the whistle. After all, I AM the coach.
"Guys, this isn't working, as I knew it wouldn't. Let this be lesson two
for the day: when we work as a team, we get more pussy than if we fight each
other. Remember this for the rest of your life, your buddies are your first
allegiance. Not you family. Not your government. Not your religion. Not your
girlfriend or your wife. Your buddies. And you don't fight a buddy." Pointing
to the little whore breathing heavily on the bed, I said, "THAT is the enemy,
right there. That cunt and all cunts like her. THAT's where you get your
beat on. That's your punching bag, your fuck hole, and your cum dumpster,
and don't ever forget it."
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pulled Holly up and left the question for her.
"Holly," I said, "which one of us studs do you want to break your cherry?"
She stared at me with those big stupid eyes of hers. She reminded me of a
cow right before a slaughter.
"Answer me! Which one of us men is gonna give you the first fuck of your
worthless life?"
She looked around at all of us dumbly while our hard throbbing cocks were
pointing at her, drooling in anticipation.
"Answer him!" yelled Zack.
"Answer him!" shouted the rest of the guys.
She looked at us a little bit longer and was clearly intimidated by our mean,
leering faces. Then she weakly lifted her arm and pointed to Zack. "Mr. Jenkins,"
she whispered.
Her answer sure made Zack happy, but it pissed off the rest of us. "Stupid
bitch! Goddamn whore! You're gonna regret not choosing me!" were just a few
of the things that were said. But we all knew the wait wouldn't be too long,
and soon we would all be fucking that tight cunt.
Zack hopped up on the bed and announced, "Step back and watch how it's done,
boys!" He grabbed her legs and pinned them down behind her head as he quickly
mounted her.
"Aren't you gonna lube her up, dog?" I said, but he was too busy to answer
me. It was clear, anyway, that he wasn't gonna lube her up. We all stood
around the bed and watched as he got first one, then two, and then about
three inches into her.
Zack has a torpedo-shaped dick, narrow at the head, fat at midpoint, then
narrow again at the base, so at this point, Holly only felt a little discomfort,
but not too much pain. He worked that three inches in and out of her a few
times to get her loosened up. Then he got it in by about a quarter-of-an-inch
more, and held still for a few seconds. We all stared at them in horny anticipation,
stroking our hard cocks. Zack took a deep breath, bit his bottom lip, and
then rammed himself into her all the way. In one quick, masterful pump, he
got not 4, not 5, not 6, but all 7 inches of cock into that tight 8-year-old
pussy.
I had heard the sounds before, but for the young studs in the room, that
was the first time they had ever heard the nut-tightening shrieks of a young
girl getting her cervix beaten in. It's a sound unlike any other sound. It's
the only time a pussy actually speaks, and it's saying, "Fuck me you masterful
beast, for I am just a worthless, brainless, receptacle for your pent up
lust." Music to any man's ears, if he's a REAL man.
Zack was in fine form that night. He fucked little Holly harder than I've
seen him fuck any little girl before. He was slamming her so hard I was a
little worried he might hurt himself. He gave her those long, hard, full-cock-thrusts
that you usually only see in professional porn movies, and watching him do
it to her made us all crazy as we stroked our cocks to his fuck-rhythm.
"I'm gonna cum! Ahh shit, I'm gonna cum in this little bitch! Take it! Take
it, bitch! Take my load!" he shouted, ramming his 7 inches into her as far
as it would go. His balls tightened up and he dumped his sperm directly into
her underdeveloped baby-womb.
After a minute, he pulled out of her, and let out a big sigh. We both looked
at his dick and her beat up cunt and were amazed that there was so little
blood.
"You know what?" I said. "I bet this bitch has been fucked before!" Zack
agreed, saying that she was tight, but not as tight as most twats her age.
"Have you been fucked before? Have you already had that done to you?" he
asked.
With her hand on her smooth puffy mound, rubbing it to try to relieve the
pain, she pouted and nodded yes. She had been fucked before. "My daddy did
it to me."
"So you ARE a slut!" I said. "You're just a stupid, dirty little slut like
your mommy said! Guys, you heard her, she's a slut. And do you know what
we do to sluts like her?"
No one answered.
"Two words," I said. "Triple Penetration!"
I blew my whistle and told the guys what positions they'd take. "Pete, you
take the pussy. Tom, you get her butt. Gordon gets her mouth. Jose and Russell,
you'll be relief fuckers. One of these guys shoots his wad, and you take
his place. When I blow the whistle, you all trade places. Now take your positions,
men, and let's FUCK this SLUT!"
Well, it didn't take long for the guys to start blowing nut. After all, it
was the first time any of them, with the exception of Tom, had ever fucked
a girl. So in about 30 minutes, they had all shot off in her.
Now it was my turn.
I won't be modest. Why should I be? I'm a man with a big dick, and I'm proud
of it. I was naturally blessed with 8 inches, but about 4 years ago I decided
I needed even more size and paid to have it lengthened and fattened to an
impressive 10.5 inches. My thick uncut cock is fucking awesome, and if you
were to ever see it ramming a tight little cunt like Holly's, you'd probably
shoot your wad before you even got your dick out of your pants. It was surely
the biggest dick in the room, and probably the biggest dick Holly had ever
seen.
I got on the bed and rolled Holly over on her stomach, with her head lying
at the foot of the bed. "Keep your head down," I demanded, as I grabbed her
by the waist and brought her fuck holes up to me at crotch level. I took
a second to decide which hole to fuck, and chose the pussy.
Once the head and the first few inches were in her, I bent over and rested
both my hands on the back of her head and neck, forcing her face into the
mattress so she could barely breathe. Then I closed my eyes and rammed her.
My loud moaning and groaning noises filled the room as I pushed my dick deeper
and deeper and deeper into her twat. I could hear her muffled screams with
her mouth full of sheets. I couldn't believe how deep I was going into her.
There have been adult hookers who complained about taking more than 7 inches
of me, due to how fat my dick is, but she kept taking it. She had no choice.
It felt like I was about two inches away from getting the full shaft into
her, when it became apparent I couldn't get anymore in. I don't know anything
about female anatomy, but clearly there was something in that hole that was
blocking my path. A dead end.
"Fuckin' bitch, you're gonna take ALL of this cock!" I shouted. So I pulled
out all the way to the head, and rammed it back in her again, this time faster
and harder than before. Still, I reached the dead end. I rammed her again.
Then again. And again. I wasn't making much progress, but it sure felt good.
Finally, after fucking my dick into her about a dozen times, I was able to
work some major power thrusts into her. Like your finest army, thrusting
a battering ram into the walls of some fortress, I broke through whatever
was blocking my way in that bitch's hole and sunk every fucking inch of MY
battering ram deep into her gut.
I couldn't believe how good it felt, and it took all my willpower to keep
from cumming. I grabbed the slut by the hair and pulled her head back and
spat into her face. "I got it in, bitch! I told you I'd get it in! Every
fucking inch!" And then I REALLY let her have it. I fucked that little bitch
so hard I thought I might injure myself. Luckily, she took all the injury
herself, like she's supposed to.
When I dumped my load in her, Zack grunted at me to pull out so he could
have another go at her, and soon, everyone was hard and was riding her again.
The last load to be shot before we went to sleep was sometime around 4:00
in the morning. We lost count, but I think we shot in her about 4 or 5 times
each.
Chapter 9
For the next week all of us guys went to school each day (except for the
weekend), so that no one would get suspicious about us. Each day, one of
us would stay home and "babysit" Holly-- a different guy each day. After
school got out, we'd rush back to the house and begin banging away on our
hot little fuck-toy. I provided everyone with as many Viagra as they wanted,
to ensure a never-ending supply of hardons to stuff into Holly's quivering
little holes.
The mornings were kind of comical, as we'd all wake up with hardons and Holly
would be expected to get us off before we left the house. You'd almost have
to feel sorry for the slut. It's 5:00 am, and she's being woken up with 7
horny, impatient men leering at her with their hard dicks in their hands.
She only had about 15 minutes to make us cum or else we'd be late for school.
She got quite a thrashing those mornings, and then she'd be left on the floor,
locked in her room, leaking cum and occasionally piss, while we went out
for the day.
That week, the 8-year old slut got fucked in more positions than most adult
porn stars. Double Penetration was the norm, not the exception. Triple Penetration
was frequent. A few times, the younger guys even gave her a Nickel Fuck.
That's a term we invented when a slut gets five dicks in her at once-- 2
dicks in the pussy, 2 in the ass and 1 in the mouth. It's not an easy trick
to pull off. In fact, it's impossible with big men like Zack and I. But the
younger guys were able to maneuver well enough to make the fit. Holly hated
it, so we enjoyed threatening her with a Nickel Fuck whenever she started
to whine about our treatment of her.
Unfortunately, the week went by too quickly. Thursday night, after the younger
guys gave her one final gangbang, Zack and I took her into my bedroom for
some fucking before going to sleep. It was about 11:00 o'clock, the lights
were out, and Holly was whimpering in the bed between me and Zack, while
our fresh cum loads leaked out of her butt and pussy.
"Zack, I'm really gonna miss having Holly here," I said.
"I know what you mean. I wish we didn't have to send her back to her mom."
I thought about what Zack said, and then got a great idea. I perked up and
turned on the light.
"Who says we have to? Look, Zack, her mom is the only person who knows she's
away from home. She lives alone. If something HAPPENED to her, well, how
could she report her missing?"
Zack chuckled.
"Why didn't I think of that?" he said. "But how do we do it?"
I looked across the bedroom and noticed my baseball mitt and bat sitting
on the floor. Then it came to me.
"Well, Zack," I said. "It is basbeball season."
An hour later, with Holly locked in her room and the schoolboys sound asleep,
Zack and I were standing in front of Ms. Smith's back door, dressed all in
black, bats at the ready. I pounded on the door until one of the lights came
on, then Holly's mom opened it up a few inches and peaked outside. Before
she had a chance to say "Who's there?" me and Zack pushed the door back,
slammed it shut and pushed the bitch on the floor.
As she lamely held her hands up to protect herself and started to scream,
we lunged our bats into her face and stomach and bashed her repeatedly. The
goal wasn't to kill, but to do enough damage to her skull that her brain
would be permanently destroyed. She was unconscious after just a few whacks,
but we hit her in the head a few more times just to make sure we did the
job. When we left the house, she was still breathing and had a pulse, but
her head was seriously fucked up. I dialed 911, then left the phone off the
hook because I knew that would alert the police to come, but by the time
they arrived, we'd be long gone. We left no fingerprints, no witnesses, nothing
to trace us to the attack.
"Good job, slugger," Zack said when we got in the car and sped away. I laughed
and looked at the clock. We were there for less than five minutes, but that
stupid bitch and her cunt daughter would suffer for the rest of their lives.
"I'd say that was a homerun!" I chuckled.
We played things real cool at school the next week when investigators came
to question some of the staff and students about Holly and her mom. They
didn't speak to Zack or me or any of the guys. As the days rolled on, the
news reported that Holly's father had molested her when she was younger,
and had been convicted for raping another little girl. He was a suspect,
but so far, they had no evidence linking him to the case. And here's the
kicker: it turns out that I knew her dad. We were in the Air Force together.
Soon, Zack moved in with me so he could have fun with Holly whenever he wanted.
We cleaned up the basement and installed a secret room in it with chains
on the walls so that we could keep her safe whenever we left the house for
a long period of time. We also made some adjustments to her room. We glued
the light switch so that the lights could never be turned off, and we installed
two video monitors which showed non-stop loops of some of our favorite porn
videos. With the windows boarded shut, poor Holly never knew whether it was
day or night, and her brain was constantly being filled with the sights and
sounds of hardcore fucking. Sex was her entire purpose in life, and nothing
else.
After a few months, we started inviting pervert friends over to take advantage
of Holly. We also started selling pics and videos of her, and let online
perv buddies fuck her for a small fee.
When it looked like police had forgotten about Holly and her retarded mother,
I called up my old pal George, Holly's dad. I told him I saw him on the news
and expressed my regret for his loss. I mentioned I was living in the area,
too, and that he should come by some time. We set a date for him to come
over and hang out the following Saturday.
When he showed up at my door Saturday morning, I remembered his nickname:
Biggie. The dude is about 6'5" tall and 200 pounds of solid muscle. Zack
was home, and so the three of us sat back with some beers and got caught
up. I delicately brought up that I found out from the TV that he had raped
a kid. He was embarrassed until I admitted that me and Zack have done the
same thing. He laughed, and then I said, "In fact, we've got a little girl
upstairs with a pussy you wouldn't believe!"
His jaw dropped down. "Fucking A, man! Are you yanking my chain? Motherfucker!"
he said.
I told him it was for real, then told him to follow me.
When we got into Holly's room, she was lying naked on the bed, wearing a
pair of red high heel shoes, white stocking and garter belt, and a black
ski mask over her face.
"We got her all dressed up for you" I laughed. "Why does the little bitch
have a mask on her face?" he asked.
I just smirked and said, "You'll see."
Within seconds, we had our pants at our ankles and were wanking our dicks
in anticipation. I was glad to see that despite his name, Biggie's dick was
actually smaller than mine. He jumped her first and immediately rammed his
cock into her cunt. With him on top of her humping away like crazy, you couldn't
even see the little girl-- she was so tiny in comparison to him.
I was mightily impressed by how hard he fucked her. She had the wind knocked
out of her a few times and was gasping for air while he kept pummeling his
dick deep into her hole.
After about 10 minutes he started moaning pretty loud, and looked ready to
shoot, so Zack and I both put our hands on Holly's mask, counted to three,
and yanked it off.
"Holy Fuckin SHITTTTTTT!!!!!" Biggie yelled. Staring down at his daughter
in disbelief, he rammed his dick all the way in and dumped a torrential fuck
load straight into her womb.
When me and Zack saw Holly's eyes widen as she recognized her dad, we both
jacked a load onto her face. Biggie pulled out of her just as we squeezed
out the last of our sperm.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked. "I thought you were snatched
away. Oh, I see! You WERE snatched away!"
We had a big laugh as Zack and I explained what we did to little Holly. Biggie
was thrilled by the story, but I noticed that Holly was less than pleased
to be reunited with her dad. After just witnessing him bang her pussy to
hell, I could understand why. She started to cry, as the three of us sat
there talking about all the good times we've had abusing her. Then her dad
got a viscous look on his face, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and stared
into her eyes with such a mean, cold look that even I got a chill down my
spine.
"Guess what, Holly?" he taunted. "Biggie is BACK!"
Ever since then, Zack, Biggie George and myself have been living in our secluded
Texas house, finding new ways to please our cocks with the helpless, tight
bodies of sexy little girls. Holly was just the first of a long line of cunts,
but she's still our favorite. She's probably your favorite too if you've
ever seen her picture online. When we got tired of her and found a nice replacement,
we paid Juan to smuggle her into Mexico and dump her off at a whorehouse.
No one knows what happened to her since. Or cares.
So let this be a lesson to you men. When you're at a crossroads like I was,
just follow your dick. If you get an opportunity to work at a school with
a bunch of young girls, take it. Eventually you'll discover that you're not
the only pervert working at that school, and if you all work together as
a team, there's nothing stopping you from finding a Holly of your own to
fuck.
Afterall, that's why sluts like that are born, isn't it?
The End Written by Willowall. Write to monsterwadd@yahoo.com for suggestions,
comments or questions.
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