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Makin Movies
   Copyright 2002 - 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved Story Codes:
MM/F, Rape, Violent, NC?  This is the original ending for a story now
called 'The Longest Dance' and should only be read if you have reached that
point in The Longest Dance where the two storylines diverge.  This could be
read as a standalone, I suppose, but it really isn't intended to be.
   Makin Movies by rache
   I walked back to the bar, pausing to give Candy a little hug and kiss on
the cheek.  She was sitting with a customer.  Jen was dancing and I gave
her a little wave, but no explanation.  The boys, Rich and Jeff were still
there and I gave Rich a wink as I walked by.  I asked Doris for my coat and
said goodnight to her, pushing 5 bucks in her tip jar.  Doris split tips
with the girls anyway, but I always felt bad when I saw her jar mostly
empty.  I gave Rambo a kiss on the cheek and he stood in the door watching
me as I walked towards the corner and my bus stop, just to make sure some
asshole wasn't hanging out in the parking lot.
   I fished a cigarette out of my coat.  I was just starting again after a
few months of stopping.  I only smoked maybe 3 or 4 a day and I'd had that
pack almost a week, it was stale and dirty, but I enjoyed it anyway.  There
was a little bench, but it had been raining a bit earlier I guess,
everything was wet.  So I stood there, just smoking and waiting while the
cars drove by.  It was late, nearly 2:30, but the buses from the airport to
downtown ran all night long, and I could walk home from there.
   I was still waiting about 10 minutes later when I saw Jeff and Rich
walking towards me.  I didn't say anything, I just looked at them.
   "That wasn't very nice, just leaving like that, Rachael." Jeff said in a
soft voice.  They were close now, standing just a foot or so on either side
of me.  I hadn't really appreciated how big they were, much larger than I
am.
   I looked up at Jeff.  "I told you, I like to leave when I feel like it."
I shrugged.
   "What he means is, we'd sure like you to come to our hotel room." Rich
said and his voice was low as well, touched with something almost menacing.
But these guys were harmless.
   "Fuck off." I laughed at them.
   "I wasn't asking, bitch!" Rich suddenly slapped my face, not too hard,
but it stung and I blinked in surprise.
   "Jeez, Rich." Jeff looked at his friend, but Rich ignored him and
grabbed a fistful of my hair.
   "Let's go slut, you've been asking for it all night!" He started pulling
me along behind him as he started walking.
   "No!" I yelled, twisting my head and grabbing at his wrist with my
hands, trying to free myself.  "Let me go, asshole!"
   Rich twisted me around so my back was to his chest and he clamped a hand
over my mouth while his other arm tightened around my waist.  "Shut up!  Or
we'll do you right here and leave you in the gutter!"
   I looked around and while there were cars passing by occasionally, there
were no other people walking, no one who would be able to help me.  I had
the brief hope that someone might see me struggling as they drove by, that
they might pull over to help me, but it didn't happen.  Rich had his right
arm behind me, pulling my own right arm painfully behind my back and pulled
upward so it seemed we were just two lovers walking down the sidewalk. 
Jeff walked just behind us, ready to grab me if I struggled or tried to get
away.
   "We're gonna go to our hotel, baby and have some fun." Rich was telling
me.  "You just be a good girl and everything will be fine."
   "Please, guys...Look, I just want to get home, okay?" I was trying to be
reasonable.  "I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression, just...just let me
go, please?" I thought I'd have a better chance with Jeff, but he wasn't
the one holding me.
   "Shut-up, slut.  You know you want it.  Your friend told us all about
you, so don't pretend like you're all innocent." Rich laughed.
   "Yeah, she said you really get off on getting raped." Jeff added, but he
didn't sound like he believed it.
   I turned my head to catch Jeff's eyes.  "Please, I don't know what Jen
told you, but she was just kidding.  It's just a joke, please, you don't
want to do this."
   "Yeah we do, now be quiet, we're going inside." Rich gave my wrist an
extra little twist and I yelped.
   We walked wordlessly through the lobby and the young guy behind the desk
glanced up from the little TV he must have been watching, giving me a look
and a little smile.  He obviously thought I was some prostitute these two
guys had picked up someplace.  He stared until I looked down, feeling my
face burning with humiliation.
   Inside the elevator Rich finally let go of my arm and I stretched it
painfully, rubbing my wrist and elbow.  The older man slipped his hand down
to my ass, under my skirt and inside the back of my panties.  I gave a
little jerk as I felt his fingers curling, one of them pushing against my
anus, stretching the little ring of my sphincter and going inside me to the
first knuckle.
   "See?  You can be a good girl when you want to be." Rich chuckled and
seemed to grip my ass with his hand.  He guided me down the hall like that,
his finger entrenched in my rectum until we got to the room and Jeff opened
it with a magnetic key card.  Rich walked me inside and pushed me down on
one of the beds.
   "Get out of your clothes, cunt." Rich commanded while Jeff had gone
straight for his suitcase.  "Get some ties, Jeff."
   "Huh?" Jeff looked at his friend and I could see he was holding a video
camera now.  "Just a sec." He turned on all the lights, frowning a little.
"Lighting ain't for shit, I should have brought the IC's"
   "Wha-What's going on?  I looked at them confused.  "What are you doing?"
   "It'll be okay." Rich told his friend while he removed his belt from
around his pants.
   "No, look, I'll...I'll give you a blowjob, okay?" I looked up from the
bed with pleading eyes.  "Both of you and then you can just let me go
alright?  I won't...I won't say anything to anyone.  I swear."
   Jeff grabbed half a dozen rather boring neckties, tossing them to Rich
and got busy with a tripod, fixing the camera to it.
   "I said get the fuck out of your clothes, I won't ask you nice again."
Rich looked over his shoulder at Jeff.  "We live?"
   "Yeah." Jeff was pulling another camera out, this one smaller and it had
a bright light attached to it that he plugged into the wall.
   "Who...who are you guys?" I asked, feeling very confused.
   "Shut the fuck up!" Rich grabbed me by the hair and slapped my face
hard, cutting my lip so I tasted blood.  He grabbed the front of my blouse,
ripping it violently away and making me scream.  "I told you to get out of
your clothes, bitch.  I guess I'll just have to help you a little."
   Rich pushed me back hard, so I fell on the bed and he pulled my skirt
down my legs, lifting my hips off the bed before I even had a chance to
protest.  He tossed it away and reached for my panties.  I kicked out at
him, scrambling to back away, but Rich found one of my ankles, yanking me
back towards him.  He slapped my face again, ignoring my flailing arms, and
laughed at me, shaking his head.
   "Let's see that cunt!" Rich ripped my panties away, the fabric refusing
to yield for a moment and it dug painfully into my flash before coming
free.
   "No...no no no..." I was sobbing, saying the word over and over as Rich
let me go, allowing me to huddle naked on the bed.
   "Okay, ready?" Rich was looking at Jeff who gave a thumbs up.
   "Sit up, bitch!" Rich had his belt now and he cracked the wide leather
along my ribs, around my back.  It stung, but not terribly.
   I was back against the wall, huddling there and I only moved when Rich
raised his belt again.  I slid towards the edge of the bed slowly, to the
side where Jeff was standing with his camera on the tripod.  I stared down
at my body, covering my breasts and pressing my thighs together.
   "Look at the camera, cunt!" Rich pulled my hair again, yanking my head
back so I stared into the lens a few feet away.  "Good.  Now what's your
name?"
   "B-Brenda..." I whispered.  Rich grabbed my left breast and squeezed it
hard, twisting it so that I winced, my eyes flooding with tears.  "Brenda!"
I said louder, hoping that was what he wanted and Rich rewarded me by
letting go.
   "And how old are you, Brenda?" He sounded almost civil.
   "I'm...twenty...uh twenty one..." I swallowed.
   "You know what we're doing here?" He smiled at me.
   "Wha-what?" I looked at him, shrinking back slightly.  I wasn't sure
what he was asking me.
   "Do you know what we are doing here tonight?" Rich spoke slowly and I
looked from him to Jeff and back again.
   "Making a...a...movie?" I tried to keep my voice calm.
   "That's right Brenda, we're making a movie.  Do you know what it's
called?" Rich smiled when I shook my head.  "It's called Extreme Coeds
#13...lucky 13, what do you think of that?"
   "I-I don't know." I whispered, blinking several times as Jeff moved
around with his handheld camera.
   "You're a coed, right Brenda?" Rich asked and when I didn't answer fast
enough he slapped me.  "Where do you go to school?"
   "Oregon...Oregon State..." I said softly.  "Oh...please...please! 
Just...let me go...I'm sorry!  I want to go home!" I started crying softly.
"I want my daddy!"
   "Sure Brenda." Rich chuckled.  "We'll let you go, but first...Have you
ever been raped before?"
   "Wha-what?  R-R-Raped?" I swallowed hard and shook my head. 
"No...please.  You...you don't have to I can...I can do whatever you
want..." I wiped my eyes, looking around.  "Don't rape
me...please...please..." My voice was so soft by the end I could barely
hear it myself and Jeff gave me a thumbs up from behind his camera.
   "Well, Brenda...it just wouldn't be too extreme if we didn't rape you,
ya know?" He laughed and cracked the belt across my thigh, making me jump
slightly.  "Now answer the question!"
   "N-No...I've never been...R-Raped." I sobbed.
   "But I bet you want to be, don't you Brenda?  I bet you dream of being
raped." He was speaking gently, coaxing me, and Jeff was nodding slightly.
"Come on, you can tell us the truth."
   I wondered what the demographics were for entertainment like this and
almost smiled, but I didn't.  "No!...No...please...I don't..."
   "Brenda." Rich sounded disappointed.  "We know about girls like you, so
come on...don't lie.  Tell us how much you want to be raped."
   "I..." I stared nervously into the camera for a moment and then lowered
my eyes in shame.  "Yes...' I whispered.
   "Yes what?" Rich prodded.
   "I want to be r-r-raped." I let a tear run down my cheek as I hugged my
knees to my breasts, rocking slightly.  "I d-dream about it."
   "Good girl." Rich chuckled.  "See, that wasn't so hard!  Now, I want you
to look into the camera and imagine all the guys who will see this
tape...Men who will be jerking off while they watch you getting raped..."
   I looked up, into the camera and stared.  Nodding my head and smiling
weakly, a sad pathetic little smile.
   "...Now, do you have a message for your fans, Brenda?  For those
thousands of men out there watching you?"
   "I...I hope you enjoy this, as m-much as I do..." I swallowed and
glanced at Rich who was smiling and nodding.  "And I, uh, just want to say
I...I love you uh, all..." I closed my eyes, biting my lip as I turned
away.
   "Now, one last thing and then we'll start rapin' you, okay?  I want you
to sign this for the camera." Rich held up a model release form for the
camera and Jeff zoomed in on it for a minute.  "Basically it just says you
love being raped, you want to be raped, and you want us to film your rape
for sale to consenting adults.  Okay?" He handed it to me with a pen.
   I wiped my tear stained face and printed Brenda Pavageau in correct
spot, wrote down a made up address in Portland, and a phone number that
meant nothing to me.  I signed that I was over eighteen, modeling with no
form of coercion, violating no federal or local laws, and agreed to the
terms stipulating in my (non-existent) modeling contract regarding
compensation, monetary or otherwise.
   It was all just for the camera and I wondered what sort of thrill this
gave to anyone who might be watching, but I suppose it lent some minor
credence to the illusion that I was who I said I was.  Porn is all about
illusion, I've learned, and this was my first lesson.
   The rape itself wasn't bad at all, I enjoyed it thoroughly and I think
Rich did as well.  He tied me spread eagle to the bed, on my back, and
whipped me with his belt for a solid 30 minutes.  I was screaming at first,
so loud that he gagged me.  He concentrated on my breasts at first, licking
them with that hard leather strap until they felt as if they were on fire.
And then he stopped, and that was almost worse, letting us both catch our
breath before he went to work on my stomach and thighs.
   When he'd had enough, I lay there bathed in sweat.  The gag he'd used,
my torn panties held in place with a tie knotted around my head, were
soaked with spit.  My body was criss-crossed with angry red welts and the
light discoloration of newborn bruises.
   "Get that camera down here.  Look at this slut..." Rich was saying and
Jeff moved down between my legs, zooming in on my cunt as Rich fingered me.
"She's soaked!" Rich laughed.  He worked two fingers inside me and then
used both hands to pull my puffy labia apart, exposing the glistening pink
interior to the camera lens.
   I moaned as they examined me gently, teasing me and bringing my clitoris
to aching life for their amusement.  "I think a hungry cunt like that needs
a spanking, don't you?" Rich grinned at me and Jeff panned up to my face,
catching my eyes wide with fearful anticipation.
   Rich used his belt again, this time whipping it down between my spread
legs to light a fire in my sex.  It was unbelievably painful, every slowly
measured stroke making my entire body tense and jerk against the exploding
sensation.  Rich did this for perhaps 10 minutes before pausing to let Jeff
get more close-ups of my now very red and swollen sex.
   Rich fingered me some more as well, posing my pussy for the camera and
declaring that I was the most rape hungry bitch he'd ever seen in his life.
"She's so hot for it I bet she'd could even fuck The Babe!" I had no idea
what he was talking about, but he soon showed me, retrieving a baseball bat
from where it was hiding under the bed.  He held it up for Jeff to film. 
"This is a genuine Louisville Slugger Babe Ruth Signature Baseball Bat!"
Rich chuckled.  "Forty inches long with an eight inch barrel.  Any man
worth his salt keeps one of these bad boys handy, cause you just never know
when you're gonna meet a girl like Brenda!"
   Rich laid the bat on my body lengthwise, so the thick round barrel was
between my breasts and the thin handle across my sex.  "How far do you
think we can get the Babe inside you, Brenda?  Far enough so you can taste
it?" I shook my head violently, groaning as I stared down at it.  "Let's
find out, huh?"
   Rich picked up the bat and rubbed the rather dully rounded, but
impossibly thick head of the bat against my pussy.  He worked it in slowly,
not bothering to lubricate the wood at all, and I had vague fears about
splinters.  I tried to relax, closing my eyes and thinking happy thoughts,
but the pressure was incredible.  My vagina just wasn't all that big.  I'd
never really been a size freak or anything and this was the largest thing
I'd ever tried to take.  It felt like a horse had kicked me right in the
cunt when Rich grunted, leaning his weight into it and a good three inches
suddenly seemed to slam inside me.  I screamed into the gag, my body going
stiff as a board and lifting my ass right off the mattress.
   "Goddamn!" Rich laughed.  "She's a real fan after all!"
   Tears flooded my eyes and Jeff focused on my face, catching the
miserable ecstasy of that eternal moment.  I'd never felt anything like it,
the pain was beautiful, tangible.  I felt like I could hold it and kiss and
join with it forever.  My cunt burned and throbbed, a thousand times worse
than any cramp I'd ever had.  Rich pushed again, sliding more of the bat
inside me, but it was the head of the thing, the widest part of it, that
did the damage.  It stretched me further as it moved deeper, pushing
against parts of me that I'd never known existed.
   They say the interior of a girl's vagina doesn't really feel anything,
that all the nerves are concentrated around the vulva and the clitoris. 
But don't believe it, I could feel it distinctly, every bit of that hard
wooden beast as it caressed my walls.  Rich worked it back and forth
slowly, and every slight withdraw was a new and different pain.
   "Deeper?" Rich grinned and I shuddered.  I was going to cum any moment
and when he pushed the bat again, deeper until it pressed against my cervix
like a great weight upon my soul, I lost it totally.  My cunt seemed to
collapse around my impalement, squeezing the bat relentlessly, ignorant of
the agony this was bringing to my already taut muscles.  But it was
bearable, easily as my mind reached that next plateau, like a runner
getting that high from her exertions.  My body was being flooded with
endorphins, natural intoxicating pain killers to bring the pleasure of
being penetrated so thoroughly into sharp relief.
   I was so lost, cumming over and over that I don't remember Rich removing
my gag.  I only know I soon found myself with his large hard cock pressed
to my lips and I sucked him greedily, working my tongue around the head and
savoring the heady rush of being used like that.  Rich made a fist in my
hair, pulling my head up so that his penis rammed into the back of my mouth
almost painfully.  I choked on it, gagging hard and the wretched sounds
filled the room.  Jeff moved to get close-ups of my face and Rich urged me
to open my eyes.  I felt them watering as the man banged his prick over and
over into the reaches of my mouth, trying to force it into my throat like a
battering ram.  My body shuddered as it tried to deal with the sudden
violence of this assault and at the same time my cunt was still enveloped
around the baseball bat pressing into my womb.  Every jerk of my head moved
the rest of my body just enough to make that painful intrusion seem fresh
and and lucid, like a living thing digging into my belly.
   "Come on bitch!" Rich teased me with his voice full of cruel humor. 
"Open up and take it!  Show us what a cocksucking slut you really are!"
   And then he did finally force the swollen head of his cock into my
throat, sinking deep quickly, with one hard thrust so that his heavy balls
were pressed to my chin.  He held it there, while my throat muscles worked
reflexively around it, as though I might actually swallow that oversized
organ.  He groaned above me, holding my head with one hand while the
fingers of the other hand stroked the smooth delicate skin beneath my jaw.
   "Look at that!" he chuckled.  "I can see it there!  You get that on
film?" he was rubbing the evident swell of his cock, embedded in my throat
and pushing my once graceful neck outward into distended proof of his
presence.
   Rich worked his cock in and out slowly after that, finding no resistance
now, and my throat seemed to burn painfully around him as he moved.  I
sucked cool air gratefully through my nose, and sputtered and coughed when
he pulled back far enough so that the helmet of his cock rested on my
tongue.  He gave me a few precious seconds and then thrust inside again,
moving so that his thighs straddled my head and leaning forward, no longer
bringing my head up to him, but now fucking my throat hard, driving into my
face and pressing me back onto the mattress.
   "What a cocksucking bitch!  Jesus....that's so fucking good in there! 
Throat me you whore!" He was whispering to me breathlessly, ramming his
cock in and out and ignoring the gasps and desperate coughs that racked my
body.  I had my eyes shut tightly again, feeling my face hot and wet with
tears.  My arms flailed weakly, sometimes pushing uselessly at him,
sometimes pulling as if I needed more.  Other times I could only grip the
sheets, pulling at them as my body tensed with the effort of accepting his
long fat prick down my throat.  I'd never experienced anything so brutal
and it was almost frightening, which only made it that much better for me.
My ass was coming off the bed and I felt the bat stuffed in my cunt moving,
rocking back and forth and pressing against my body with pangs of obscene
pressure.  I was growing used to it, to the sensation of being so full and
I enjoyed it.
   "Ohhh!  Fuck!  Ready for your first load, bitch?" Rich pulled his cock
free and slapped my face with it.  "Open your fucking eyes!" I did as he
told me, staring up at dark reddish cock, glistening with spit ad precum.
"Jerk me off, cunt!  I wanna cum on your slut face!"
   I moved my arm, licking my lips and taking his cock awkwardly in my
hand. It was so hot now, so hard and fat that my fingers could barely go
around it.  I couldn't believe he'd been ramming that thing into my throat,
but I could feel the raw burning that it had left behind.  I stroked his
penis hard and fast, holding it just above my flushed face, staring at it
while Jeff held his camera close.  I moved my fist up and down for a minute
until Rich arched his back slightly, thrusting a bit with his hips, and
then letting loose with a dozen hard and fast spurts of his cum.  It flew
into my hair, across my forehead and into my eyes.  It went in my nose and
into my open mouth.  I kept jerking him off, not pausing as I felt it
pulsing in my hand until my face was a mask of sperm.  Only then did Rich
push his cock once more into my mouth and further, onto my throat, fucking
me for a few long strokes and then pulling out completely, leaving me
gasping.
   "Ah fuck that was good, Brenda!" He rubbed his cock around my face, as
if shoveling his cum towards my mouth.  "Eat it up, slut.  Show us how much
you love eating cum!"
   He'd rub his cock until it was covered with sperm and then bring it to
my lips for me to lick and suck clean.  He urged me to talk, to look into
the camera while I ate his cum and tell my fans how much I loved it.  "I
love eating hot cum!" I whispered, my voice was hoarse and it was painful
just to say those few words.  "Mmmm..." I smacked my lips and rubbed at my
eyes.  The cum that had landed there burned and made my eyes water again,
but there was nothing I could do for it.
   Rich got off me, reaching between my legs and pulling his baseball bat
free of my cunt with a slow, wet sound that belied the intense discomfort I
felt.  My pussy walls protested this strange new feeling of being suddenly
empty once again.  They'd just grown used to being stretched and now I
groaned as they tried to collapse on themselves, to regain their previous
shape.
   Rich pushed three fingers inside me, working them around and laughing.
"You ain't so tight now, bitch!" He grinned at me.  "I bet you could fuck a
horse, Brenda.  How about it, you ever fucked a horse?"
   "N-No..." I sighed and hunched my hips upward to meet his fingers.
   "How about fisting?  I bet a sweet cunt like yours has been fisted a
lot!"
   "Nooo..." I bit my lip, staring down at him as he pushed his little
finger inside me as well, fucking his four fingers in and out slowly.
   "I got pretty big hands..." He pulled his fingers out and held them up,
wiggling his fingers.  "What do you think, cunt?  You wanna try fisting?"
   I shook my head, telling him no and Rich slapped my cunt hard, sending a
little shock of pain through my body.
   "Ask me, Brenda!  Ask me to fist your cunt, baby!" He slapped me again,
his palm coming down hard on my aching clitoris.
   "Nooo...oh!" I cried out weakly, my voice breaking and the effort only
added more pain to my overloaded senses.  "Fist me...Yiii!" he slapped me
gain.  "Fist me please...please...fist my cunt...fist me...fist me!" I was
begging, my whole body tight and quivering.  I'd tried to close my legs
against his slaps, but Rich pulled them apart, reaching down to pinch the
small nub of my erect clitoris, grabbing it along with a bit of wrinkled
flesh around it.  He pulled it hard and made me sob, my own hands reaching
down to grab his arm, trying to free myself.
   "Okay, Brenda." Rich chuckled and spoke reasonably.  "Just remember, you
asked for it, okay?" He held up his hand for the camera, turning to stare
into it.  "She's one crazy fuckin' bitch!  Don't try this at home!"
   A moment later he was pushing his fingers back into my pussy and at
first it was good, not unpleasant at all.  I closed my eyes, trying to will
myself to relax and not wanting to know what was coming.  Soon though, I
could feel Rich pushing harder, tucking his thumb to his palm and trying to
work the widest part of his big hand into my already stretched cunt.  It
wasn't so bad as I'd feared and the pain was momentary, I gave a hard grunt
and then realized his hand was just inside me.
   "That's not so bad, is it cunt?" Rich asked me and I shook my head.
   "No...it feels...good..." I whispered.
   "Good." Rich smiled and then I felt his fingers curling, making a real
fist inside me, pushing unevenly at the soft tissue of my pussy.  "Let's
make it feel really good!" He pushed his fist inside me hard, going in
until I felt him punching my cervix.  It couldn't have been too hard, but
it felt like the end of the world!  The air whooshed out of me with a
gagging cough and my body lifted off the mattress with the sudden rush of
pain.
   "This is called punch fucking, in some places, Brenda." Rich was
grunting with the effort of pressing his clenched fist inside me, giving it
a little twist I think as his knuckles jabbed into the soft tissue of my
womb.  "You like it, baby?  Come on, tell me how much you love getting
punch fucked!"
   But I couldn't have said anything if I'd wanted to.  I'd reached down,
grabbing his forearm in my hands and holding Rich tightly, but neither
pushing nor pulling against his movements.  It was as if I couldn't decide
what I needed, it was a mindless desperate overload of the senses.  My
mouth hung open, breathless and silent.  I tried to breathe, but it was
impossible.  The intensity of Rich's hand pressed inside me was too much.
My body moved of its own accord, writhing and bucking, seeming to fuck
itself on the sweet pain and ultimate pleasure the man was giving me.  I
was cumming as if I'd never cum before, dying more like as everything else
was overwhelmed.
   I woke up sometime later, feeling very tired.  I wanted to sleep more,
to curl up and close my eyes, but I couldn't.  I'd been tied face down over
the hard wood of the hotel desk.  The men must have moved it while I'd been
asleep, in fact they'd been busy I realized as I lifted my head and looked
around.
   One of the beds was pushed against the far wall and the other turned on
it's side, tilted to lean against another wall.  I was in the middle of the
room, bent over the desk lengthwise so that my hands were tied to a front
and back leg, pulling me over so the edge of the desk pressed painfully
against the undersides of my breasts.  My legs were spread and pulled
around the sides, which was another sort of discomfort, forcing me to
straddle the desk like some kind of awkward beast.  My feet couldn't reach
the floor, of course, and my ankles were likewise tied to the other legs of
the desk.  I was gagged tightly and my tongue felt dry and swollen when I
tried to move it.
   I caught my reflection in the big mirror bolted to the wall near the
television, and through that the open doorway behind me.  The bastards had
left me tied and unconscious, with the door wide open.  There was some sort
of sign, a hand lettered piece of paper taped to the door.  I couldn't read
it, of course, but I doubted it was anything but an invitation to anyone
passing by to have some fun with me.  My pussy and ass were so sore, my ass
especially, and I closed my eyes, feeling tears starting.  All I could do
was wait, wondering who would find me next, and if they would save me, or
rape me.  It was frightening, exciting, and terrible, and I hoped I would
get a copy of the videotape.
   end rache696@yahoo.com
  
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