Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: Father's Day - Part I
Summary: The story of a father who has dinner and more
with his two daughters.
Keywords: MF+ nc rape Mdom violent tort bd inc 1st

This story is of an adults only nature, please do
not continue reading if you are not of age to do
so.  This story is a part of a collection of
related fantasies which deal with rape and violent
torture of a non-consenting nature.  The content
of these stories is entirely based on fantasy and
not to be confused with reality or construed as an
endorsement of the activities depicted.  While
some of these stories contain characters who are
subjected to various situations including slavery,
abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts
against nature, remember that both the victims and
perpetrators are characters and not real people.

FATHER'S DAY - Part I

I always considered myself really lucky.  I mean I
grew up in a nice house in a quiet neighborhood up in
Marin County, California not more than a half hour
from the Golden Gate.  We had everything.  My sister
Constance and I both had our own rooms which
overlooked the Pacific Ocean.  Connie is a year
younger than me and we've always been close, pretty
much sharing everything.  My father worked in San
Francisco as a vice president at the Bank of America
and Mom belonged to practically every women's club in
town.

My family was much closer when I was little.  We did a
lot of things together and that seemed to continue up
until I got into high school when Mom and Dad sort of
drifted apart.  Connie and I figured that he couldn't
deal with the fact that we were becoming women. 
Whatever it was we also sensed that there was more
than Bank of America business that he was working on
when he went on his increasingly frequent trips.  It
was pretty common at our house.  I think he was gone
more than he was home and I think that Mom was just as
happy when he was gone.  I know Mom knew about what he
was doing on his trips although we never talked about
it.  Of course she was seeing someone else too and we
never talked about that either.  I know they had
talked about breaking up once the two of us had
graduated from high school and now that Connie had
turned eighteen it seemed that it was going to happen
any day.

That spring Connie was still a senior and I had
enrolled at a small university nearby in San Rafael so
that I was still able to come home on weekends.  With
the way things were at home it seemed like we were all
each other had and she always looked forward to seeing
me every Friday afternoon.  We would go out together
every weekend, sometimes with guys, sometimes just by
ourselves, anything to get away.

It was a Friday night in June, Father's Day weekend. 
Daddy was out of town, of course, and Mom was off with
her boyfriend, so we had gone out to a movie that
Connie wanted to see.  I remember seeing this one guy
in the mall while we were shopping before the movie
started and I remember seeing him follow us into the
theater.  He wasn't really all that unusual, maybe a
bit bigger and more ugly than average, but he was
alone and must have sat somewhere behind us.  I didn't
think anything of it until after the movie was over
and I noticed him again as he followed us out into the
parking lot.  The funny thing was that while I sensed
he was following us, every time I would turn around to
look for him he wasn't there.

It turned out that somehow he got ahead of us and was
waiting for us at my car.  Since the mall was still
open and kind of crowded when we came in, the only
place to park was in the garage and kind of far away
from the theater.  Unfortunately the movie we had been
watching was also one of the last to get out so that
we were now in an empty garage and pretty much alone. 
What was even more unfortunate was that he had a gun.

I was more afraid for Connie than anything else and
since it was her who he grabbed from behind putting
his hand over her mouth as he pushed the gun against
her head.  "All right ladies,"  he slowly and quietly
said in the scariest voice I had ever heard.  "Make no
noise and do just what I say and I won't have to use
this thing, okay?"

Connie and I both froze and he stared at me until I
slowly nodded yes.  I couldn't remember what I was
supposed to do.  I guess it didn't really matter since
I couldn't have gotten that gun away from him anyway
and Connie was starting to cry.  He motioned for me to
get behind the wheel of my car and he took Connie and
pulled her into the back seat with him.

We drove out onto the street and had only gone a few
blocks when he directed me into a mini storage place. 
He had me stop in front of one of the roll up doors
and that was last thing I remember as he sunk a needle
into my shoulder.  When I woke up again I was alone in
a very different place and kind of nauseous.

It was dark but from the little bit of light leaking
in from under the door I could see that I was in what
appeared to be a small hotel room.  I was still in my
clothes and lying on a smelly single bed and besides
the dresser, a chair and the table next to the bed,
there wasn't much to it.  There was a small bathroom
and once I found the light switch I managed to avoid
the roaches long enough to relieve myself and wash my
face.

Feeling a little better I went back into the room,
checked the door, which as I had guessed was locked,
and sat down in the chair trying to figure out what I
should do next. From the empty feeling in my stomach I
surmised that it must be at least the next day since
we were captured.  However, I had no sooner sat down
when I heard a key in the lock and the door swung
open.  It was the same guy from before.

He stood in the door staring at me until I stood up
and demanded, "Where is my sister?  What have you done
with her?"

"Shut up bitch!" he snapped. "You'll be together with
her in just a few minutes and if you're a good girl
she'll be just fine.  You act up and I promise that
she'll be punished.  Now I'm the one whose in charge
here so you just shut the fuck up.  Okay?  You hear
me?"

I nodded.  Somehow it suddenly seemed to make perfect
sense to me as to what he wanted me to do next and
when he finally ordered me to strip I wasn't at all
surprised.  Of course he stood there in the doorway
with a big arrogant smirk on his face as I undressed. 
I took my time but eventually I found myself in my
panties and bra.

It's kind of strange when you think about it that when
over half he population has a female body basically
just like mine and if you wanted to see any part of
the female anatomy all you would need to do would be
to spend a few minutes on the internet, my little body
seemed to have some sort of magical attraction for
him.  As for me, I wasn't too anxious to be standing
naked in front of this guy not so much because I was
embarrassed or even that I would miss the personal
dignity those last two thin pieces of cloth allowed
me.  I mainly figured that I was about to be violently
raped by this lunatic and wasn't too excited for it to
begin any time soon.

"What the hell you waitin' for?" he asked smugly,
breaking the moment of silence.  "Let's get on with it
here.  We haven't got all night."  Then he added
laughing, "Where did you get that little Fisher-Price
bra of yours from anyway?"

Like most Asian girls I knew, my breasts weren't all
that big but I also knew that it didn't matter.  He
could call me anything he wanted.  The thing I was
more concerned about was my virginity.  It was
something that I had always planned to save for my
future husband, a kind of gift for that one man I
would spend the rest of my life with.  Now it was
pretty apparent that my plan wasn't  to be and I
instead began to think about what was happening to
Connie as I took off the rest of my clothes.

He didn't seem to be too concerned with what I was
thinking and to my surprise didn't seem too interested
in raping me right at that moment either.  Instead he
handcuffed my hands in front of me and led me out of
the room and down the narrow hallway.  The place
definitely looked like an old abandoned hotel and I
began to wonder if we were the only ones there when he
stopped and opened one of the doors leading me into
another room which was made up like some sort of
bizarre torture chamber.

This room had a painted cement floor and the walls
were all brick, some covered with stucco in various
states of decay.  Actually one wall was covered with
all kinds of bizarre and ominous looking things made
of leather and shiny steel.  I didn't know exactly
what most of them were for, but I had a pretty good
guess, and I figured that I was soon enough going to
be personally introduced to each of them first hand.

He led me to the middle of the room and lowering a
hook from the ceiling attached my handcuffs to it. 
Reversing the winch motor he then pulled my hands up
toward the ceiling until I was standing on my toes. 
Leaving me there he went to the wall and pulled a
large rusted metal table out to the middle of the room
next to me and then he lifted me up on it so that I
was standing on it in front of him.  The table had two
metal straps with chains laying on it which he first
put around my ankles and then attached to rings
embedded in the top of the table at each end,
spreading my legs wide apart as he did so.  Then he
took up the slack in the chain on my handcuffs until
he had me securely stretched between the ceiling and
the table, my legs wide open to him.

He did these things so fast that I really didn't know
what was happening.  That was just as well because
suddenly things got surreal when he came up behind me
with an enema bag.  I felt him applying some kind of
lubricant to my anus and as I turned my head he began
to press the tip of the nozzle into me.  It hurt and
when I screamed he slapped my butt and pushed it all
the way in.  The discomfort quickly changed to
abdominal cramping as he emptied the fluid in the bag
into my rectum.

Once the bag had emptied he pulled the nozzle out and
smiled, "Hold it in there for a couple minutes or
you'll regret it."  I didn't doubt him and in spite of
the pain I managed to hold the mixture until he set a
small plastic tub between my legs and slapped my rear. 
It was all so humiliating as I relieved myself but I
had no choice since the cramping had become
overwhelming and I really couldn't hold it in any
longer.  The relief was incredible and figuring the
worst had to be over I took a big breath just as he
knelt down in front of me with another tube.

This tube was much smaller and was going to an
altogether different place.  Spreading my vaginal lips
open he began probing around inside my pussy.  There
is no way to describe my feelings as is finger invaded
my body, freely exploring my most private areas while
I stood there spread eagled and unable to do anything 
to stop him.  After his little inspection he started
to insert the tube he was holding up into my urethra
and I was introduced to a whole new burning sensation
as my bladder emptied out onto the table and floor.

Leaving that tube in place he produced still another
nozzle which he was about to use to douche my vagina
when he suddenly stopped and looked up at me.  "What
the fuck," he laughed as he poked at me.  "You've
still got your cherry down here.  Man.  I'm just going
to irrigate around this thing a little.  Don't want to
hurt that little sweetheart.  It's sure going to make
everything a lot more interesting tonight.  I'll bet
your little sister's probably the same way too isn't
she?"

I didn't answer.  I was kind of relieved that he
didn't know about Connie since I figured that meant
she was probably still all right but I still had no
idea what he was up to.  He yanked the tube out of me
and began pulling on my pubic hair.  It was both a
surprise and it hurt and I screamed.

"Look at that," he grinned. "Pull her by the hair and
she just screams.  That stuff has gotta come off!"

He produced a can of shaving cream and a razor and
immediately went at shaving everything down there. 
Once he finished he turned the hose he had on me and
gave me a shower, shampooing my hair and washing me
everywhere until he was satisfied that I was clean.
Then after drying me off with several surprisingly
soft towels I was unhooked from the ceiling and floor
and led back out to the hallway.

This time we went to the end of the hall, entering a
what looked like a large dining room with a giant
fireplace and a long heavy wooden table which was
covered with a heavy white tablecloth.  He sat me on
one end of the table and then laid me back so that my
legs were still hanging off the edge.  Then he picked
up my feet one at a time and enclosing metal straps
which were already attached to the table around each
of my ankles, he attached them one at a time to the
edge of the tabletop so that my legs were spread wide
open on the table's edge and tightly secured to it. 
Then he undid my handcuffs and fastened my wrists with
other straps in much the same way.  This all left me
immobile and bound to the table top, my genitals
obscenely and openly displayed to whoever sat down in
front of me.

He stepped back to look everything over and then
without a word left.  I was alone there for at least
an hour before he returned with Connie.  I was both
happy and distressed to see her.  At least she
appeared to be still all right and since she was
naked, handcuffed and her hair was still wet I guessed
that she had been treated the same way as I had been. 
Our eyes met and she managed a small smile but he
quickly led her to the other end of the table where
she was tied to it in much the same way except facing
the other direction.

He worked with amazing efficiency through all of this
and it became quite apparent that he had likely done
all of this with other victims before and that he must
have been under some sort of deadline to finish
whatever it was that he was doing.  After he finished
hooking Connie to the top of the table he left for a
few moments and then returned with a tray of seafood
which he immediately started to decorate us with.

It was bizarre to say the least as he decorated us
with various things like we were some sort of banquet
centerpieces.  At least that was until I realized that
our part in the dinner which he seemed to be planning
was to be the dessert.  Of course the fact that the
serving area of his dinner was being prepared in the
area of our openly displayed private parts made it
that much more incredulous.

Starting on the table and working its way up past the
lips of my pussy and then onto my tummy he laid out a
bed of lettuce to which he added various things such
as oil and vinegar and spices of some sort.   On top
of that and working down from my tummy he began to
spread out a thick gooey layer of ginko and pine nuts
held together by honey and palm sugar with a
sprinkling of grapes "for color" held between two
large shrimp looking things.  He was quite proud of
the recipe and explained to us in great detail all
about ginko and pine nuts and how they function as
aphrodisiacs while working on gooping the stuff all
over and even into our genitals, squeezing the sticky
mixture between my lips and up into my vaginal
opening.

Finishing up his oddly pornographic creation he kept
checking his watch and then quickly pulled a hard
plastic ball with a strap on it off the cart.  Placing
the ball in my mouth he ran the strap around my head,
securing it in place and creating a very effective
gag.  He also gagged Connie in the same way before
going back to the large stainless steel chafing dish
he had on the cart, removing from it two big round
fish.  Still very warm from being cooked, he placed
them on the bed of lettuce covering our tummies
allowing the hot juices to drip through the lettuce
onto us, and then produced two white cloth bags which
he placed over our heads before leaving the room with
the food cart.

Just a few short minutes later he returned with his
dinner guest.

I could her them talking as they came down the hall
toward the room.  As he came into the room the guy
finished his conversation by saying, "You might say
that I'm just doing my best to keep these kids off
drugs."

After that there was complete silence.  Apparently the
sight of us displayed on that table rendered the guest
speechless.  He remained that way for the longest time
before saying "Man.  Did you ever wonder just where
all these little darlings come from?"

The voice was strangely familiar.  Although I couldn't
place it, it seemed that I had heard this voice
before. I cringed to think that somebody I knew was
seeing us tied up like this.

However, the guy removed all doubt about who his guest
was when he added, "They've certainly got all the
right parts and it looks like they're all in the right
places.  It's what men want Mr Kim.  It's pretty much
what all men want."

Mr. Kim!  Daddy!  That was who the guest was!  What
was Daddy doing here!

"You just sit right here Mr. Kim and I'll take the one
over there," the guy continued.  "Now look at that. 
The nicest little tits you'll ever see."  I could hear
him walk over to where Connie was tied to the table
and then I heard his guest standing right in front of
me.

I could feel him looking at me and then he said while
laughing, "Shit.  Those aren't tits.  Those little
bumps on her chest?  No kiddin'.  I've had pimples
bigger than those things."

He sat down, pulling his chair up to me and I could
feel his chopsticks lifting the bits of food that the
guy had placed on my tummy.  Between bites of food he
was talking with the guy about business stuff and
except for a few occasional but purposeful stabs at my
pussy and nipples he didn't seem to pay much attention
to me.  He obviously didn't know who the masked girls
were that he was eating off of.

I didn't hear or wasn't really paying attention to
most of their conversation but it seemed like the Bank
of America was planning to sell its stake in the KorAm
Bank of Korea to foreign investors so that it could
increase its own branch operations in Korea.  It
seemed that Daddy had decided to make the deal more
profitable by hiring the guy to cook the books in
order to make the KorAm Bank appear more solvent than
it really was.

Whatever.  At that moment I was really not interested
in the banking industry but in those chopsticks which
I could feel moving closer and closer to my pussy.

"And there it is," Daddy exclaimed as he lifted the
lettuce away which had been concealing my labial lips. 
"The clamshell of love."

I wanted to scream but there was no way with the gag I
was wearing.  He had begun to pick out the bits of
food that had been crammed between my lips.  He had
also begun drinking the wine the guy had given him so
that it seemed like half the time he would miss and
pinch me somewhere down there.

"Look at that little pussy on her.  It's all puffed
up," he drunkenly laughed.  Am I turning you on honey? 
You look like you're just coming apart at the seams
here.  You're little flaps are even hanging out."

He then started to really poke at me.  I couldn't
think straight anymore.  My own father was poking at
my pussy.  Molesting me in front of another man and
getting drunker by the minute.

"What's this thing here?"  I screamed through my gag
as he poked a chop stick into my clitoris.  "That
little bubble ain't part of the salad.  That's your
clit.  Kinda sensitive isn't it."  He poked at it
again and I screamed again just as loud or louder.

"Hey there," the guy said to him.  "Be careful.  Just
eat the food.  Don't be munching on the dishes."

Daddy began to quickly wipe the remaining salad off of
my tummy and out of my crotch area, it becoming
increasingly apparent that he had finished eating and
was now interested in something altogether different. 
"That's okay," he replied.  I'm more curious about
that wide open hole there, just begging for some
action.  I'll bet that little hole goes all the way up
to your throat."

He then began digging his chopsticks deep into the
opening to my vagina.  I had so many thoughts flashing
through my mind.  Why did I let Connie and me get
kidnaped in the first place?  I should have been more
careful.  How could I have been so stupid?  Was this
all really my fault?  What if I tell someone and they
don't believe me that this happened?  How could my own
father do this to me?  I can't really blame him.  He
doesn't know who I am.  I was going crazy from all the
multiple simultaneous feelings I had.  Shame.  Guilt. 
Anger.  Fear.  But most of all disbelief.  How could
this happen to me?

"Stroke it!" he yelled at me.  I felt something moist
poking at my right hand and then recoiled in horror
when I realized it was his erect penis.  "Stroke it!"
he yelled again as his hand landed on my breast and he
clenched my nipple between his finger and thumb.

I wrapped my hand around his tense penis and slowly
began to stroke it.   I had never touched a man's
penis before.  I had never even thought of Daddy as
having one.  That was when it suddenly occurred to me
that this thing in my hand was going to have to fit
inside me.

"You're going to have to tame the beast," he drunkenly
bellowed.  "You know how to tame the beast don't you? 
Of course you do.  You've got all the equipment right
there."

I lurched in my straps as his hand left my breast and
came down hard on my pussy.  He withdrew his penis
from my hand and I immediately felt the thing pressing
at my vaginal opening.  It was every bit as big as I
had imagined.  I tried to relax myself down there but
without much success and he just kept pressing himself
into me until with a sharp pain I felt him slide up
into me.  He slowly pulled out a bit and then pushed
himself into me as far as he could, grunting as he did
so, his penis poking really deep into me and then
pulled out again.  It was somewhat wetter down there
now but while he had seemed very careful as he tried
to stick it into me, once he had penetrated me he
became strangely ferocious and violent and began
pounding himself into my pussy with all his strength.

"I just love so much the feeling of sinking my cock
into one of those little beauties," he shouted to the
other guy.  "Feeling them squirm and tighten around me
until I just explode in there."

What had been a sharp stabbing pain now just settled
into a dull overwhelming ache centering in my tummy. 
My vagina had by now been stretched enough to hold him
and it was making low wet sloppy sounds as he
continued to pump himself in and out of me with
increasing ferocity.

I could hear Connie and from the sounds coming from
the other end of the table knew that she was being
raped as well.  I tried to weigh in my mind whether it
was worse to be raped by your father or a total
stranger.  Somehow it just didn't seem to matter.  How
can one describe what it feels like to have a living
breathing man, any man, pulsing inside of you?  It was
so incredibly humiliating and degrading.  Maybe it was
just my body trying to keep him from tearing me apart
down there but at the same time his presence pumping
in and out of me turned on things deep inside me that
I had no control over.  In spite of everything I could
feel myself getting all puffy and wet.  It made me
feel that much more guilty and vulgar.

The guy who was raping Connie started grunting about
then and hearing him and Connie's moaning didn't help. 
After only a short time the guy's groans abruptly
became very loud with Connie's final crying scream
signaling his coming in her.  Just then, without
warning, things got very wet.

Daddy tensed up and drove himself deep into me and
held himself there while he shivered and made funny
growling sounds from the orgasm he was having.  He
held himself there and I could feel his erection
slowly shrink allowing a flood of his cum to drain
past his shrinking penis and drain out of me so that I
found myself now laying in a steadily growing cold
puddle of his spent semen.  When he finally withdrew
from me it gushed out even faster.  I never imagined
that a man made that much cum.

I heard him sit in the chair as he caught his breath
and I was so glad it was finally all over. But it wasn't.

"So Mr. Kim," the guy began.  "Did you enjoy your
dinner?  Did you like your dessert?"

"Better than most," Daddy replied.  "Better than most. 
She had one tight little cherry on her.  A virgin just
like you promised."

"That's right," he responded.  "We had a contract. 
You know what a contract is."  There was a pause and
then he continued.  "A contract is a deal, Mr. Kim,
where you stick to your word."  He was moving now,
standing closer.  "It's a deal where when your
investors figure out that you've been lying to them
about KorAm's value you don't blame the guy you hired
to help you."  There was another silence.  "Yeah well,
when I found out what you were up to I went to your
investors and told them all about what your fucking
bank was planning to do to them."

Daddy stood up and screamed at him like I had never
heard him before, "You son of a bitch.  I'll get you
for this.  I'll get you, you fucking. . . "

"Oh you're the one doing the fucking all right," he
yelled back.  "You might want to fuck me but I've
already fucked you just like you've been fucking these
little girls here!  Here!  Fuck you Kim!"

With that he pulled the hoods off of Connie and me.  I
looked up at him and watched the horror come over
Daddy's face as he realized who we were and what he
had just done to us until the tears in my own eyes
blurred him out of my vision.  

The silence that followed was deafening and seemed to
have lasted forever.  Then Daddy screamed, "You mother
fucking son of a bitch how could you have done this!"

The guy cynically responded, "I might be a mother
fucker Mr Kim but I'm surely no daughter fucker.  I
don't think your little girl ever wanted to get that
close to a 'member' of her own family. What do you
think?"

Daddy was beside himself.  I had never seen him that
angry.  He was all red and looked like he was about to
explode when he picked up the chair he had been
sitting on and attacked the guy.  Backing away from
him, the guy pulled a small gun out of his pocket and
with one shot hit Daddy who struggled, dropped the
chair and then fell to the floor.

The guy stared at him for a while and then looked up
at us on the table.  "Tranquilizer dart.  You see I've
got to keep him alive.  He's no use to me dead.  And
neither are you two."

Just as quickly as he had tied me to the table top he
now untied me and after handcuffing me again I was led
back to the shower room where he gave me another
shower, washing all of that sticky food stuff and of
course everything else off of me.  Then I was led back
to the bedroom where I had been earlier and after
removing the handcuffs I was left there.  I guessed
that he then went back for Connie since I heard them
walk by my door fifteen or so minutes later as she was
locked into one of the rooms across the hallway from
me.

My clothes had been taken away, or rather replaced by
what looked like a pair of blue gray pajamas.  The had
been laid on the bed and looked and smelled clean so I
put them on.  At least it was something.  I then sat
down on the bed and cried until at some point I must
have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember
was waking up to find Daddy standing over me.

I didn't know what to say to him.  I hated him and at
the same time I wanted to somehow tell him that I was
sorry for what had happened.  But I just couldn't say
anything.  I didn't have time anyway since he
immediately put his finger to his mouth and whispered,
"Shhh."

He then grabbed me by the arm and led me out to the
hallway.  Somehow he had keys to the doors and opening
the door across the hall we found Connie.  She was
surprised to see us and was about to scream but we
managed to keep her quiet.  I immediately put my arm
around her and we followed Daddy out into the hallway
and then outside.

It was dark but Daddy's car was there and Connie and I
quickly got into the back and curled up together in
the back seat while Daddy got in the front.  He
quickly drove us out of wherever we were into the
night.  He didn't say a word to us and so we just sat
there in the quiet of the car as he drove.

I still didn't know what to say to him but it felt so
good to be with Connie again.  I felt like we were
safe and with the drone of the moving car we both fell
asleep in each other's arms.

FATHER'S DAY - Part II

I woke up with Connie when Daddy pulled into a Holiday
Inn somewhere and stopped the car.  He turned to us to tell
us to wait in the car while he went in to see about a room. 
I couldn't figure out where we were or why we hadn't gone
home but Connie seemed to think that we were in Oakland. 
It turned out that she was right.

Anyway, Daddy returned and drove us around to the back
of the motel where he parked and led us to our room.  He
said he had another room somewhere else but we would be
okay by ourselves and taking the room key, locked the door
on his way out.

I didn't really get a chance to talk to him even if I had
wanted to and even if I knew what to say.  After he left,
Connie and I sat there on the bed together for the longest
time without saying a word to each other until we just sort
of fell asleep again ourselves.  I couldn't even cry anymore
and had no idea about what was going to happen next. 
What did happen was something neither of us even
remotely imagined or expected.

I woke up to find three strange men in the room, standing
next to our bed, staring at us.  There were two Black men
and one Hispanic, and all of them were big.  At first I
didn't know if they were real or if I was just having a
nightmare until one of the Black men reached down and
grabbed me by the shoulder.  I screamed and tried to crawl
away from him but to his amusement I only succeeded in
falling off the bed onto the floor.  As I squirmed my way
over toward the corner farthest from him he turned to the
guy who was standing behind him and muttered, "You
can't train these you know.  These little rich girls just
won't come around fast enough and eventually they'll get
away from you.  They've all been too spoiled by that life of
luxury."

He then grabbed Connie and lifting her off the bed with
one hand set her down on the floor, holding her up and
standing next to him.  Meanwhile the other two had
followed me over to the corner I was in.  The two men then
just stared at me cowering at their feet until the Hispanic
man added, "I'll tell you what.  I'll send them down to the
auction.  I know somebody will take them off your hands. 
The Mexican likes these Jap girls and there's this doctor
down in Argentina who likes sisters.  He'll even give you a
better price than I can.  He's always looking for healthy
twins and sisters."

"They're Korean.  Not Japs," the guy responded.

"Ah whatever.  Like it makes a fucking difference.  Think
anybody gives a shit?"

After a pause the guy answered, "Okay.  So how do I get
these two to your auction."

"I'll tell you what," the Hispanic man replied as he turned
around and opened a briefcase he had set on the bed.  "Let
me take care of the details for you.  I'll send my boys by
this afternoon, with the crates.  I'll get you a good price.  I
think I know somebody who'll be interested in them."

He pulled a hypodermic syringe out of the briefcase and
with one quick move popped into Connie's arm.  Connie
just watched him do it and as he pulled it out, she simply
collapsed back down onto the bed.

I no sooner looked up and there he was standing next to me
with another syringe in his hand.  Not having time to react,
at the same moment the Black man reached down to lift me
up I felt the needle sink into my upper arm.  I don't know
what was in that syringe but I immediately became faint
and was out.

When I woke up again Connie was already awake and it
was apparent that we had been taken to a small room in
some sort of warehouse building.  We were both
handcuffed and were being watched by two white guys who
had apparently been waiting for us to regain consciousness. 
Connie and I were still wearing the same blue gray pajamas
we had been dressed in earlier but now we found ourselves
also wearing adult diapers.  The two boys who had dressed
us were both gay and it was at least some consolation that
they didn't seem at all interested in molesting us.  Quite
honestly I believe that they were rather sympathetic to our
situation.

Sympathetic or not, once I woke up they immediately went
to work by bringing two long wooden coffin like boxes into
the room to put us into.  They also talked as they worked
and that was how we found out that Daddy had sold us as
part of his settlement deal.  I guess he was too embarrassed
to have us around anymore.  The only other thing the boys
knew was that we were headed for somewhere in South
America..

They provided us with several bottles of water before
finally sealing us in.  As it turned out the interior of the
boxes was softly padded and actually pretty comfortable. 
There was also a small light and vent fan which pumped in
fresh air so that it never felt stuffy or anything.

Anyway, the water must have contained some sort of
sedative because we were both soon asleep and although I
remember being in an airplane, neither of us could recall
much about the trip or even how long it took.  I do recall
being moved off the plane into a truck and then waking
again somewhere quiet where I was no longer being
moved.  The next time I woke up was when the top to my
coffin was opened by two men who took the both of us out.

This time we seemed to be in the basement of a large hotel
of some sort.  The room was set up as a large cell block
with several dozen jail cells arranged in rows across it. 
The two men who took us out of our coffins were both
older black Hispanic men, very quiet and businesslike. 
One of them motioned for us to disrobe and then the other
one checked over first Connie and then me before going on
to work on some sort of paperwork he had brought with
him on a clipboard.

I had just noticed that the first man had left when we were
joined by two other younger men who were leading in two
more naked female prisoners.  The girls looked like they
were light skinned Hispanics and were at least as
frightened by their situation as we were.  Judging from the
way they talked the two boys were American, one black
and one white, who didn't seem to have any manners and
were intensely interested in scrutinizing and poking at the
bodies of the girls as they led them into the room.  Actually
it seemed like they were more interested raping the two
girls they brought with them than with putting them into
their own cells  This was confirmed when as soon as they
put the girls into their cells one of the white boys turned to
the older man who was still deeply involved with his
paperwork.  "Okay.  We delivered them without a scratch. 
Can we fuck them?"

He had a big bulge in the front of his pants.  So big that it
was hard for him to walk.  I remember in school we
thought it was funny when that would happen to guys.  It
didn't seem funny now.

The older man just ignored him but he went on.  "Come
on," pointing at one of the girls.  "I want that one.  I want a
chance to show her my OH face!  You know, give her a
ride on the old bone roller coaster."

The older man just kept working on his clipboard paying
no attention to him as the white boy continued to circle him
gyrating his hips and making a fool of himself.  "It's like a
football game," he went on.  "You used to play football,
remember?"

He was next to one of the girls at that point so he
apparently decided to include her in his diversion.  He
began poking at her and using her as a prop either in an
effort to illustrate his message or maybe just to get the
other man's attention, he roughly grabbed her from behind
while slipping his hand through her crotch so that he was
holding her pussy.  Then sliding his finger along the crack
of her pussy it slowly disappeared up into her as he began
laughing at himself and his vulgar, juvenile attempt at
humor.  "You're always looking for an opportunity to get a
pass into the slot because you know that when the hole is
gaping you gotta get better penetration."  Jabbing his finger
deeper into her he added, "So you put the pressure on by
going up the middle in order to score."

The girl's scream got the older man's attention.  He looked
up while the younger man slowly withdrew his finger from
his poor victim.  "I don't care what the fuck you do. But
whatever it is, you're going to have to answer for it to the
boss."  He then slowly stood up and walked out of the
room.

Of course I knew that men were different.  I mean that they
had different sex organs.  But I never thought of them like
that.  I mean I just couldn't understand why they were
torturing us until the white boy dropped his pants allowing
his erect penis to wave in front of him in the air.  Suddenly
I remembered the day from my human relations class when
my teacher had insisted that men and women were
basically the same.  Well we were the same except this guy
seemed to have that big thing which he was obviously
expecting to use to torture that girls pussy as he pushed her
back onto the cot in her cell.

"Man.  Where do they find these perfect little bodies? 
Come here my little cum bucket," he quietly ordered her,
stroking his erection in his hand.  He carefully crawled on
the cot with her, spreading her legs apart as went.  She was
too terrified to even make a sound as she watched him
deliberately guide his pulsing erection toward her waiting
vagina.  Then with one quick thrust of his hips he made it
strangely disappear inside her as she reacted to it violently
tearing its way into her body with an intense scream.  She
laid there writhing in ugly painful humiliation while he
pounded himself again and again into her, losing all sense
of control of herself.  It's hard to think of personal dignity
when you have a male grunting inside of you.

Meanwhile the other man sat there watching this obscene
display and studying the other girl, closely examining her
pussy while rubbing himself through his pants.  She had
backed up and was sitting on the bed in the cell she had
been placed in and he was ponderously following her.  I
had heard stories about black men, like their penises were
huge.  His was.

The white guy who had been raping the first girl abruptly
stopped and looking up at him asked, "You're actually
going to fuck that little bitch?  Shit she's not even half your
size."

The big black guy looked at her and then back at us
answering, "I really like these little girls.  They make my
cock look just that much bigger."

It looked like somebody had stuck a blob of silly putty into
the hair of his crotch.  But then the thing started to grow. 
He pushed the girl back onto the cot she was on and
immediately was on top of her.  I couldn't watch and
anyway right at that moment the white guy in started to
come and promptly started pounding himself into the first
girl's body with all his strength until he started to groan
and collapsed on top of her.

He stayed there quivering while laying on her and then
became quiet but only for few seconds.  The second girl
began shrieking from the violence she was enduring from
the man who was raping her and that got the attention of
the white guy.  He suddenly pulled himself out the first girl
and leaped to his feet started shouting, "Wait a minute. 
Wait a minute.  I've got to get pictures of this.  I've got to
get this for my website."  

He ran over to his backpack and began to feverishly dig his
way through it until he found what he was looking for.  It
was a small disposable camera with a flash and he
immediately went to work snapping pictures of that big
black man's brutal rape while the second girl stopped
fighting and drifted off in a trance.  Finally, after working
at her for several minutes, the black man tightened up in a
sort of seizure, dumping his load of semen into the girl and
chuckling in approval of his performance.  I couldn't stand
watching any of this and just sort of curled up on the little
bed I was on while the two of them put their pants back on
and left.  When I looked up again we were all crying and
while Connie and I did what we could to comfort the other
two girls they just laid on their cots with those boys' dirty
white gelatinous slime oozing out of the bottom of their
torsos.

We eventually all cried ourselves to sleep.  We didn't sleep
long or at least it didn't seem that way when the two older
Black Hispanic men woke us all up again.  "Okay ladies,"
the man with the clipboard announced as he tapped it
against the bars of our cells.  "It's time to get this show on
the road."

They opened our cages and without handcuffing us or
anything just led the four of us girls out of there and up a
flight of stairs to a long corridor.  Neither of them seemed
armed although I think the one with the clipboard had a
stun gun on his belt, but anyway I think all of us knew that
escape just wasn't an option since none of us girls knew
where we were.  There was just nowhere to escape to. 
Actually this became even more evident once we reached
the end of the hallway and went through a door into an
open lobby.  From the windows I could see that we were in
a jungle somewhere and while I had thought it was
morning, it wasn't.  It was seven thirty in the evening and
there would be a lot of night left to go before we would see
morning again.

We then went through a large double door into what looked
like a small theatre or lecture hall of some sort.  The floor
went down from where we were standing in a series of
carpeted terraces that one could sit on to a small stage with
a large red curtain behind it.  There were three women
standing on the stage, naked like us, being attached to the
floor with a shackle around one of their ankles by the two
boys we had seen earlier and I got a sudden incredibly
sinking feeling inside when the man who had brought us
there told those two boys to come up and get us as well.  It
was a feeling I know we all shared, especially the two girls
they had raped earlier.

As it turned out Connie and I weren't chosen to join the
others on the stage but instead we were left with a fourth
girl who had been left standing in the corner on the top
level of the amphitheatre with us.  The reason was simple. 
We weren't going to be auctioned since we had already
been sold.  Instead we were to become something they
called utility relief girls.  Our new owners were given a big
discount for that.

I later learned that the other girl's name was Carol and she
had been sent to that place for punishment, or training as
she was told it was.  She had worked as a dancer in a sleazy
night club in Florida and had refused to sleep with the
clientele so the owner had her kidnaped and sent to a place
in Mexico where women who refuse to be prostitutes are
sent.  She didn't go into details about that place except that
she had escaped from it with two other Mexican women
and had made it as far as Juarez before they were caught. 
She didn't know what had happened to the other two
women and she didn't know why she had been sent to the
place where we were except that she must have still been
worth more alive than dead.

So, after the black boy returned to the stage with the two
girls they had raped earlier, we were prepared for our
duties.  Connie and I were able to witness what was about
to be done to us as the older man with the clip board first
took the other girl in order to demonstrate to the white boy
how to get her ready for her duties.

There was a partition wall opposite the stage at the top of
the auditorium that had three round openings cut in it and
as the other older man went behind the wall the one with
the clipboard began talking to the boy.  "These guys that
will be coming in here have more money than even they
can imagine.  But it seems that the only thing they really
want is just the same as every kid in junior high wants.  A
good fuck.  The only difference is now they are a lot more
creative about getting their satisfaction than I ever was in
junior high and they can afford to buy it.  And by buying
themselves a little personal slave girl they can do whatever
they want whenever they want it.  And let me tell you, you
can't even imagine the things that some of these guys are
up to but they keep coming back to buy more slave girls."

By this time he had pushed the girl's head and shoulders
through one of the holes in the partition so that she was
bent over at the waist with only her rear showing to us and
then he had her step up on a small ledge where he began to
put her ankles into two shackles which quite effectively
held her legs wide apart.  Meanwhile the man on the other
side of the partition was busy putting her wrists into similar
shackles which left the girl completely immobile and
defenseless.

"You know how you shouldn't go food shopping when
you're hungry?"  The man continued with his speech. 
"Same thing holds true for pussy.  You gotta get rid of
those animal urges if you're going to make any kind of
educated purchasing choices.  You gotta satisfy the little
head so that the big head can do the thinking.  The boss
calls it our 'tension relief fuck service.'  We usually call it
fucks and washouts."

He picked up a small bucket which was sitting next to the
wall and pulled a sponge thing out of it that looked like it
was used for cleaning out bottles or maybe something you
would use to clean out your toilet bowl.  "First you give
them a dose of this industrial disinfectant cleaner to clean
them out and kill any germs in there," he matter-of-factly
continued.  "This stuff will even clean out HIV and just
about everything else I can think of."

With that he dipped the brush into the bucket and
proceeded to guide it up into the girl's open pussy.   He
hadn't pushed it into her very far or for very long before
she began to writhe and groan.  He then pumped the brush
in and out of her a couple of times before pulling it out
entirely leaving whatever he had in that bucket deep inside
her.  Putting the brush back in the bucket, he set them
down and picked up a small hose which he poked up into
her

"Then you rinse that stuff out with water so they're all nice
and clean inside," he said as the water flushed out the
chemicals and the girl relaxed again.  Turning to the boy he
added, "Be sure to douche that thing both before and after. 
You don't know who's been in there before you."  Then he
pulled the hose out and added, "Okay, now you do it with
the next one."

I always thought Connie was more attractive than me and
maybe that was why when the boy  walked over to us while
checking us over, he quickly decided that Connie was
going to be next.  He led her to the next hole, pushed her
head through it and then started working on her ankle
shackles while I could hear the man behind the wall doing
her wrists.  He needed a little help getting one of the ankle
shackles open and while the older man was helping him
with it a scream led me to look down at what was
happening on the stage.

The five girls there were now all lined up, standing in a
row with their wrists handcuffed behind them and each one
chained by one ankle to the floor.  Several men were
standing around them, inspecting them in the crudest ways
imaginable.  Rubber gloved fingers were probing
everywhere and one of the men was very interested in each
of the girl's teeth as if she were a horse.  The whole display
was so incredibly unthinkable.  I mean I couldn't believe
that someone could treat another human being like that
until I heard Connie scream.

When I turned to look, there was the boy with the sponge
thing buried deep in Connie's vagina.  It seemed that the
more she futilely thrashed back and forth the harder he
jabbed in into her until finally with a small laugh he pulled
it out.  He followed with the hose and she calmed down to
heavy breathing which I could hear over the screams and
moans still coming from the stage.

Then it was my turn.

The boy came over to where I was standing and led me to
the third opening.  I didn't wait for him to push me through
thinking that if I cooperated with him that things might go
easier for me.  I'm not sure that worked but as soon as my
head and arms were through that hole the older man on the
other side wasted no time in putting the chains on my
wrists and I could feel him hooking up one ankle and then
spreading my legs apart so he could do the other.

There is no way to describe the primal terror I was feeling
at that moment as I felt myself being openly exposed to
that entire auditorium, hearing the continuing screams and
groans from the stage and knowing what was about to
happen to me next.  That was when I turned and looked at
Connie.  Even though she wasn't looking at me I could tell
she was crying and I somehow knew that I had to be strong
for her so I just bit my lip and waited.

I no sooner felt the wet brush on my pussy than he had
found my opening had it shoved deep into my vagina. 
Maybe it was just the surprise of being stuck with
something so quickly but I didn't really feel anything
except the pressure of the brush pushing around inside me
as he swabbed it around in there but that quickly changed. 
At first the burning sensation was just on my external lips
but the fire rapidly spread to everywhere that brush had
touched me both inside and out until my entire genitals
were filled with a raging inferno.  I tried as hard as I could
to be as brave as I could but when he managed to poke that
brush far enough into me that it felt like he was about to
jab the thing through my vaginal wall I couldn't help but to
let out a scream.

"Hey what's the matter?  This stuff was approved by the
E.P.A.," he laughed.  "It shouldn't hurt you much.  Beside,
if it stings it little that just means that it's working."  Then
after swabbing it around a couple more times he pulled the
brush out still leaving me burning from the chemical he
had filled me with until finally he poked the water hose
into me and rinsed the stuff out, the coolness of the water
softening the sting of the disinfectant draining down my
legs to the floor.

I looked up and turned to Connie to find both her and Carol
both looking at and crying with me now that we had all
completed our initiation into this hell.  However, we didn't
have much more than a few seconds to ourselves before the
man with the clipboard announced that the "house was
open" and the auditorium was filled with the shuffling and
voices of men coming through the doors.  Immediately we
could hear them lining up and then they were on us, each
taking his turn.

I remember my first one as being much larger than I had
expected.  I didn't realize that there was that much
variation in the size of a man's erection but his felt a lot
larger than my first time.  That added to their little
disinfecting regimen left me pretty much without any
natural lubrication down there and as he forced himself
into me it was pretty uncomfortable, a condition shared by
Connie and Carol as well.

It became a monstrously perverted contest among the men
who were raping us to see which one could come first and
while those waiting in line cheered the three men as they
pounded themselves into our exposed bodies with greater
and greater intensity, we did all we could to endure their
assault.  Finally, Connie's man came first and then Carol
and mine about together.  He just stopped pumping himself
into me and suddenly I was flooded with his slippery juice. 
It actually felt good in that I wasn't being rubbed raw down
there anymore and I decided not to even think about the
consequences of having my vagina continuously flooded
over and over again with teeming raw male semen.

Of course I was cleaned and washed out, after Connie and
before Carol, so that by the time the second man was on
her, we were each engaged in different aspects of our
torture cycle.  The boy was in a hurry to clean Connie out
and get over to me which apparently caused problems for
the man who was waiting to rape me next.

"Hey," he yelled out.  "You call that clean?  That's like
putting on somebody else's used rubber.  Here, give me
that thing."  Taking the brush from the boy he sloshed it in
the bucket of chemical and rammed it into really deep into
my vagina.  "This is how you clean it out.  You gotta get it
all the way in there and get all that other shit out of there. 
These things are tough.  You can't really hurt them."

While he said he wasn't hurting me that wasn't at all the
case and it felt like he was trying to jam that brush all the
way up into my stomach.  I tried as best I could to maintain
my composure in front of Connie but his crassly rude
treatment was just too much to bear quietly with him
ramming and forcing the brush as far as he could into my
body.  At length he stopped and switched to the water hose. 
"Okay then, you rinse it all out really good.  There.  That's
better."

I tried to tell Connie I was still all right but the man who
was raping her began to speak, "Okay now, you just tell me
when you want to take it up the ass."  At that he then began
to pound his stake into her even more forcefully, causing
her to moan in response.

"All right then honey," he laughed as he withdrew and
subsequently began to drive his hardened penis into the
tightly closed anal orifice.  "Hey now relax," he blurted
out.  "Nobody ever got pregnant by being fucked in the
ass."

I remember Carol yelling to Connie to push down like she
was taking a dump and before too long he had penetrated
her, shoving his entire organ into her rectum.  She let out
the lowest scariest moan I had ever heard and when I
looked over at her she looked simply catatonic.

I again tried to say something to Connie but my next man
was already mounting me and he began doing his thing
using short quick jabs into my now unlubricated vagina and
it really hurt.  How could this be happening I thought to
myself as an incredible mixed feeling of pain overcame
me.  It was sort of a deep cramping which was centered
deep in my lower body, somewhere around where that
brush had been jabbed and where the head of his hardened
penis was now pounding and it stayed with me the rest of
that night.

He finally erupted, filling me with jets of his sticky cold
semen and soon after the boy was back for my next bout
with the cleaning brush.  It seemed that no matter how
many times they did it, I just couldn't get over the hot
stinging pain from the chemical they were putting inside
me and the boy was now doing his job with renewed vigor.

The next man was smaller that the first two, and came
much faster, like in just a matter of a couple strokes I was
once again awash in semen.  The pace slowed somewhat
after that first group of men but as more and more of them
arrived at the theatre they continued to make use of us.   I
must have done around twenty or so men that evening, I
really lost count after eight.  Connie continued to maintain
her semi-catatonic state but at least she did remain mostly
conscious.  Carol and I stayed with her until the end,
exchanging glances with each other from time to time as if
to say, "You're not alone.  I'm here with you."  Somehow I
figured that I was a big girl and could take anything they
gave me.  I mean what they were doing was definitely
indecent and depraved but at some point I resolved that I
would survive it.

Intimidation is a powerful terrorist tool.  I had been so
concerned about my humiliation and exposed sexuality
before but now I was just concerned with the pain and
trauma they were giving me.  It didn't matter that they were
poking at my genitals any more than if they were trying to
break my fingers or toes.  It just didn't matter.  It wasn't a
sexual thing anymore, it was just about the pain and
torture.

Connie later told me that she felt like she was going to die. 
"To die for nothing but animal male self-gratification," she
concluded.  "Each time I was washed out with that
chemical stuff I wished it could be the last.  I wished that I
could just die."

Well, we didn't die.  The line of men eventually worked its
way through us and we were left alone while we could hear
the auction still going on for the five girls on the stage.  It
lasted for about an hour or so with alternating periods of
bidding and inspection of the female slaves.  It was then
followed by a demonstration of various kinds of perverse
bondage and torture equipment.  Some of this stuff was
unbelievably depraved and included the finale which was
conducted by a guy who used forced lactation and
electrical shocks which he applied to all sorts of places. 
We, of course, couldn't see any of this but from the
screams and cries of the poor girl he was using for his
presentation we actually felt lucky to be where we were.

Once he concluded his exhibition the men had apparently
had enough for one evening and they all just left without
doing anything more to us.  The two boys, on the other
hand, had gotten themselves all revved up from watching
the torture sessions and before undoing our restraints
decided to have their way with us.  Luckily they didn't
choose Connie for their little trysts since she was by that
time really out of it and I don't know if she could have
taken one more of them.

I had the white boy and he was pretty much in and out. 
Since I had a couple of hours I had been able to relax a bit
and it being not so dry down there it wasn't altogether
uncomfortable.  Then we were given a shower and led back
to our cells in the basement.  Connie recovered somewhat
after the shower and we ended up, as exhausted as the three
of us were, talking the entire night so that she felt
somewhat more normal by the next morning.

That night several of the girls in the cells were led off to
the rooms of the men who had paid for them and the next
day several new ones showed up to take their places. 
When the boys showed up the following evening's auction
to pick up the girls to perform their "tension relief service,"
as they called it, Connie and I weren't included. 
Apparently the man who bought us didn't want us to be
fucked to death before he got us.  Carol wasn't so lucky
and was led off with two other girls who had no idea of
what was going to happen to them.

As for Connie and me, we were left to wait in our cell for
whatever happened next.


  
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