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Subject: CONVICTS VISIT ME 2/2
Date: 17 Mar 1996 21:21:35 GMT
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We played another hand.  I had nothing.  I mean _nothing_.  I don't
think 
there was a more mismatched combination of cards in the deck.  Bruce
won.  
At least this would be quick.  I was wearing a miniskirt with an
elastic 
waistband.  He had me stand up then he knelt down in front of me (what
a 
show-off) but to my surprise, he reached _under_ my skirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pushing him away.

"I won.  I get to take off any article of clothing of yours that I
want.  I 
want to remove your panties."  He said.

"You can't do that.  It's not fair."  I said, pushing him a little
harder.  
Tom and Rod were starting to snicker.  

"Tell it to Hoyle," Rod said.  He reached up and grabbed hold of my
panties 
and tore them off - literally.

At least I wasn't any more exposed then before that hand...although I
felt 
like I was.  I never go without underwear so having my panties off,
even 
with my skirt on, made me feel very naked and vulnerable.  Tom dealt
another 
hand (when do I get to deal?) and I looked at my cards.  While I was 
looking, I felt a hand on my leg.  I jumped and looked around. 
Everyone was 
looking at their cards and no one seemed to notice.  It was Bruce.  I 
looked at him and he had a very serious poker-face on as he rubbed his
hand 
up my thigh.  My pelvis twitched at the touch.  I gasped.  How could my
body 
respond to this jerk?

Needless to say, I lost that round.  Rod had four aces in his hand. 
I've 
never seen that happen before.  No one else looked surprised or amazed.

"I want you to remove your own skirt, Shelly, but do it real sexy." 
Rod said.

I stood up to obey.  Have you ever sat with friends drinking then stood
up to
 go to the bathroom and it feels like all the booze hits you at once?  
That's how it was for me.  I felt high before I stood up but once I
stood, I 
was even higher.  Nothing made sense and I couldn't think straight at
all.  
All I knew was that there was loud music with a dance beat and I was 
supposed to take off my skirt.  That doesn't make sense but you get the

picture - nothing made sense.  

I turned my back on the guys and started swaying my hips slowly and 
seductively but then faster to the beat of the music.  The song was
Janet 
Jackson's song about being in control.  (How ironic!)  I didn't think
we 
even had that CD.  I slid my hands down my sides, over my hips, still 
swaying.  I turned around, still swaying.  The music sped up and so did
I.  
My tits bounced up and back in place (not down - they are too firm).  I

stretched my hands above my head which made my mid section elongate and
look 
even skinnier.  I reached down and hooked my thumbs into the waistband
of my 
skirt as if I were going to pull it down but then I turned my back to
them.  
I swayed slowly and seductively once again and pulled the back of my
skirt 
down just far enough to show pale untanned skin but released the skirt
back 
to its original position.  I faced them again and pulled the skirt down
in 
front enough to let the top of my pubic area show.  They made some
noises 
which I ignored.  I turned my back to them and bent way over.  I
grasped the 
bottom hem of the skirt and slowly pulled the skirt.  It slid from my 
narrow waist to my wider hips, down over my rounded ass to my thighs, 
where it dropped to the floor.  I stepped out of the skirt, did a few
more 
dancing moves, then stopped (as the music stopped) in a spread eagle 
position looking up.  I started laughing hard as the next song came on
and 
looked around.  The guys weren't laughing but they all had the same
kind of 
look on their faces.  

I was trying to think about what they had told me.  This was just a
game, 
right?  No one was going to get hurt and looking was okay.  What else
did 
they say?  I was glad the game was done because they were starting to
scare 
me.  This whole thing had been way too wild for me.  I reached down for
my 
clothes but they were gone.  I looked around.  I didn't see my clothes 
anywhere.

I said, "Excuse me" and turned to go upstairs and get dressed.  Bruce 
followed me.

"I need to use the bathroom," he said.

"You don't need to go upstairs," I told him. "There's one by the living
room"

"Rod's using that one.  You can show me the one you've got upstairs." 
Bruce 
said.

By this time, we were up the stairs.  I pointed him to the bathroom and
ran 
into my bedroom.  I felt a hand on my arm.  It was Tom.  Immediately,
Bruce 
was in the room.  I heard Rod on the stairs.  What was going on?  I
mean, 
I'm not stupid or anything but I wasn't thinking clearly and this was
so 
insane.  Rod was an old friend.  We were just playing poker.  I started
to 
struggle my way out of Tom's grip but Bruce picked me up and threw me
on my 
bed.  I scrambled to get off of it but Bruce was quicker than I was.

"I think you'd better be a good girl, Michelle.  I don't want anyone to
get 
hurt.  We're just here for a good time, right?  We'll all have some fun

together."  Bruce said.  

Bruce and Tom had a good grip on me when Rod walked into the room.  He 
jumped onto the bed and sat straddling me.

"I've wanted this for a long time, Shel.  I want you bad.  I've always 
wanted you.  I don't want to have to do this but you don't give me much

choice."  Rod said.

As he was speaking, I was struggling to get up but his weight on me
held me 
firm.  Tom had a hold of my arms so I couldn't swing at anyone.  Bruce
was 
tying my feet to the legs of the bed with some soft but sturdy rope. 
Rod 
leaned down to kiss me.  I wasn't sober but I was scared enough to
react.  I 
turned my face away and pulled on my arms.  Bruce was finished with my
legs, 
though and had started on my arms.  He pulled the rope tight.  He and
Tom 
stepped back and inspected their work.  I was naked and drugged, tied
with 
my legs and arms spread on my own bed.  They were quite pleased with 
themselves.  They grabbed chairs from the den and brought them in and
sat 
down.  They didn't want to interfere for now.  They were ready for the
show 
to begin.

"Michelle, I'm doing this to show just how much I care about you,"  Rod
said.

Rod tried to kiss me again and I turned away.  He grabbed my face and
held 
it, mashing his lips against mine.  I gave in, letting his mouth do
what he 
wanted to mine, but not reciprocating.  He let his cold hands trail
down my 
sides creating goose bumps on my stomach, sides and chest.  He flicked
his 
hand across my nipples.  The responded at once, turning into hard
raisin-like
 nubs.  He laughed out loud.  

"You don't want me in your life.  You've made that clear.  You chose
another 
guy.  I just want to make sure you know what you're missing out on. 
Before 
I'm done, you'll know you made the wrong choice."

This was insane!  This man was raping me and claiming he cared about
me?  He 
thought I'd _want_ him for treating me like this?  I pulled on my arms
and 
legs, moving as much as my restraints would allow.  It seemed no use. 
They 
were tied firm.  

Rod licked my nipple and watched it try to stiffen up and respond more
than 
it already was.  He concentrated on my right nipple, licking and
sucking 
it.  I couldn't believe the way my body responded.  I slid as far away
as I 
could (about a foot) but he grabbed on to me and held me tight.  He
sucked 
hard on my nipple, pinching it with his lips and thrashing it with his 
tongue.  I couldn't get away.  I felt so helpless.  It felt so good.  I

didn't want it to...I mean I didn't like what he was doing to me but I 
couldn't stop it from feeling good.  I closed my eyes, trying to
pretend it 
wasn't happening.  I was breathing hard but quietly.  He sucked even
harder 
and bit gently with his teeth.  I moaned softly.  When he released the 
nipple, it was an angry red and very hard and long.  I waited for him
to 
give the same treatment to the other nipple but he didn't.  He got off
the 
bed and turned away from me.  I couldn't decide which was worse - him
doing 
that to me or stopping with the job only half done.

My head was a little clearer, probably from fear, so I knew I had to do

something.  I had tried to escape and I couldn't do it.  I turned my
head 
and saw Rod walking toward me.  He was completely nude and his large
cock 
jutted out erect and demanding attention.

"Please don't do this, Rod.  Please.  If you really care about me, you 
wouldn't want to hurt me.  This is hurting me.  Please stop.  I won't
report 
you guys or anything if you'll just let me go right now."  I begged.

"Nah, Shelly.  I've gotta teach you a lesson."  Rod said.

"Please, Rod.  You've made your point and had your fun, now let me go. 
I 
was trying to help you and this is how you repay me?"

Rod climbed on the bed and straddled my chest.  His fully engorged
prick was 
an inch in front of my mouth.  His weight on me and the restraints
didn't 
allow me to move my body at all.

I turned my head as far as I could.  "No, don't do this.  Please."  I
said.  
Tears began to stream down my face.

Rod turned and held my head and forced his cock into my mouth.  I
looked at 
him with fear but didn't do anything.  

"Bruce," Rod said.  "Ya wanna get this bitch to be good?  She doesn't
seem 
ta wanna suck my cock.  She should know all good girls suck cock."

Bruce walked over to the bed.

"This ain't no joke, Michelle.  You'd better start sucking his dick
like it's 
the best sucker you've ever had or you're going to be in worse trouble
than 
you can imagine."  Bruce said.  He pulled out his gun and showed it to
me.  

Slowly I inhaled against Rod's cock.  He sighed.  I stopped.

"Keep going, bitch.  Suck him until he comes or tells you to stop. 
He's 
your boss right now, get the picture?  You just need to be a good girl
and 
do what he wants."

I continued to give Rod a blow job.  I sucked him in as hard as I could
then 
let him slide out of my lips.  I pulled him in again, deep throating
him 
this time.  I'm not very confident about my cock-sucking abilities but 
decided now was not the time to apologize.  I sucked him more gently
and 
teased my tongue on his shaft.  I pulled him in deep again.  I ran my
tongue 
around the ring of the head then teased the little slit at the top.  My
hips 
began to move and buck a little.  I tried to control them but I was
having a 
hard time.  I like giving a guy a blow job he enjoys.  I started to
suck on 
him, hard and deep, in a very slow tantalizing way using my tongue,
throat, 
and mouth to add to the sensations.  He was obviously enjoying this and

Bruce had sat down to watch.  I drew Rod's rod (ugh - more irony) in
again 
and he made some moaning sounds and stiffened a bit than pulled his
dick out.

"Whaddaya think?" Rod asked his buddies.

"She wants you," Tom replied.  "Did you feel her thrusting up at you? 
Check 
her out.  I betcha anything she's wetter than the ocean."

"Not a bad idea.  Guess I will check her out.  Here you go, bitch.  See
what 
you're missing?"  Rod asked.

He leaned down and sucked on both of my pussy lips at once.  (I don't
know 
how he did that.)  I screamed and my pelvis jumped.  He was rougher
than I 
liked but it still felt incredible.  There's almost nothing I like
better 
than some good tongue action on my cunt.  He lapped at my sopping hole.
 

"Gawd yes, she is wet!"  Rod looked up, my juices shiny on his chin. 
"This 
bitch really does want it bad."

Tears were running down my face but I still gasped when I felt his
raspy 
tongue touch my sensitive labia.  He held my cunt lips apart with his 
fingers and went to work with his mouth, sucking hard and pulling on my

sensitive woman hood.  I was panting and moaning and crying at his 
assaults.  How could anything so bad feel so good?  He thrust his
tongue 
inside me repeatedly.  He licked down below my cunt and teased my
asshole.  
How could he?  That's so dirty!  He licked at my puckered hole,
tickling me, 
causing me to wiggle around.  I could hear Tom and Bruce in the
background 
jacking off slowly as they watched us.  Rod worked his way up again, 
tonguing my hole and sucking on my inner labia.  Then he put his lips
gently 
around my clit and began to tease it with his tongue.  I cried out at
his 
touch.  He slowly licked my clit in a back and forth motion, slowly
dragging 
his tongue across that sensitive button.  I moaned and moved,
frustrated.  
He moved faster, circling my clit with his tongue and flicking it when
I 
least expected it.  It felt so good I didn't want him to stop.  He
attacked 
my clit with renewed energy.  His rapid-fire tongue drummed mercilessly

against my clit as I cried out and bucked uncontrollably with an
explosive 
orgasm.  I moaned and shouted as I came - completely unaware of
reality.  I 
needed to come down from the orgasm but he wouldn't let me.  His tongue
kept 
moving on my clit and my body kept spasming.  In a very short time, I 
orgasmed again.  I wanted him inside me.

Rod looked down at me.  He didn't have to say a word.  His eyes showed
his 
triumph.  He could control my body better than I could.

I was dizzy and had almost fainted when he entered me.  His hot meat
slid in 
easily, I was so lubricated from my excitement.  He pulled out and
pounded 
back in to me.  He had been on the verge of coming when I blew him and 
watching me orgasm had brought him even closer.  His body smashed
against 
mine as he drilled in to me.  I couldn't think straight and I could
hardly 
even feel anything I was so out of it but my body kept rising to meet
his on 
every stroke.  He pinched my nipples roughly.  With a few more hard,
fast 
thrusts, he came inside me.  He bent down and kissed me and I kissed
him 
back passionately.

He laughed and got off the bed.  "I guess I've made my point.  I'm done
with 
you now.  I just wanted you to know what you could've had.  I don't
care 
what happens to you now."

Before I could figure out the meaning of what he was saying, Tom and
Bruce 
untied my feet from the bed but tied my ankles together.  They untied
my 
hands from the bed and retied my arms behind my back.  They lifted me
on to 
the floor.

"On your knees, Michelle.  Be my good girl."  Tom said.

I had a hard time rolling over and getting on to my knees.  I finally
did 
and was facing Tom's cock.  It was hard and dark and throbbing at me.  

"Suck it good, Shell.  Suck me like you did Rod."

I opened my mouth and he stepped forward slightly so his cock rested in
my 
mouth.  I could feel his whole body flinch at the sensation this
caused.  I 
didn't know if I could continue.  I felt something cold and hard
resting 
against the crack of my ass.  It slid up and down the crack, wiggling a

little to separate my buns and slide in between.  I realized the barrel
of 
the gun was in the crack of my ass.  That was all the motivation I
needed to 
cooperate.

I pulled Tom into my hot, wet mouth again, sucking hard.  I let him
slide 
out and teased his head with my tongue.  I ran my tongue up and down
the 
length of his shaft, concentrating on the underside (especially that
big 
vein).  I sucked him in to my mouth again and deep throated him.  His 
reaction told me he'd never have a woman take in his entire length.  I 
continued to work on him, bringing him pleasure and feeling my own
pussy 
throb.  It didn't take long, after all of the masturbating he did while

watching Rod and I, before he pulled his dick out and squirted his come
on 
my chest.  

He kept me on my knees but had me bend down so my face was against the 
floor. He kneeled behind me and put on a condom.  He said some remark
to Rod 
about he wasn't worried about me but didn't know where he had been. 
His 
cock was still semi-erect and he forced it in to me.  By the time it
was in, 
it was fully hard again.  He fucked me hard and then slowed down then
fucked 
me hard again.  I just kept trying to think about other things.  I'm
just a 
hole for him to fuck.  I don't matter.  He went at it for a long time
but 
didn't come.  He finally pulled out and muttered something about me not

being a good fuck like he thought I would be.

I was so glad it was over with.  I felt numb and couldn't think
straight.  
My body didn't hurt but it didn't feel right either.  Someone reached
from 
behind me and shoved a ball in my mouth then wrapped a scarf tightly
around 
my mouth and tied it at the back of my head.  I felt a man's hand on my

ass.  He slid his hand down my crack and probed around my asshole. 
Bruce!  
How could I have forgotten about him?  He's not the type to sit back
and 
watch.  I felt something cold and wet against my asshole.  He worked it

around the hold with his finger then tried to slide his finger inside.

"Oooooh, is she tight!  Wow!  You were wrong, Tom.  She's a good fuck
all 
right, you just don't know the right place.  Holy shit, she's something

else."

Tom tried to save his pride.  "I can't believe you're lubing her up and

wearing a rubber, man.  Why don't ya just fuck her?"

"If I didn't do this I'd tear her apart and I don't need my dick to get

burned.  This'll be much better.  Hell, she might even enjoy it.  Got
me a 
little virgin asshole, don't I?  You ain't gonna be able to wait to
show 
your husband your new trick."

I felt the heat of his prick push against my asshole.  There's no way
that 
thing was going to fit inside me!  He backed off a bit and teased the
hole 
with his finger some more.  He poked a finger in and moved it in and
out 
slowly.  He pushed another finger inside and felt my sphincter muscles
relax 
a bit.  He slid in and out more easily.  He pulled his fingers out and 
pressed his cock against my hole again.  He pushed with steady pressure
and 
my door eventually gave way and opened for him.  His head was tightly
sealed 
inside my ass.  He moaned loud.  

"Gawd, she's so tight.  If I can stand it, this is going to be
awesome."

Rod and Tom stood on either side of me so they could get a good view of
my 
face and the action at my back.  Bruce held my hips with his hands and 
pulled me on to his humungous (or bigger) cock.  It took a few minutes
for 
him to get his entire length inside me.  Once I was fully impaled on
his 
shaft, he stopped and just held himself in for a moment.  "I could
blast 
right now if I wanted to.  This is so hot and tight and, goddamn she's
good."
 
Bruce moved himself out, ever so slowly, until only his cock-head was
inside,
 then he slid back in relishing the feeling.  He moaned and swore and 
laughed and tried to hold back.  He got in to a steady rhythm, fucking
my 
ass.  He let go of my hips with one hand and reached under and pinched
my 
nipples.  He bucked harder as I flinched from his touch.  He grunted
and 
reached down to finger my clit.  I jerked at his touch.  This was the 
worst.  This abusive pig had molested me in one way or another all
night.  
He was fucking my asshole and now my body told him I liked it.  He
wiggled 
his finger across my clit and my body moved and jerked and wiggled from
the 
feelings it sent through me.  He moved faster in and out of my
forbidden 
zone.  I tried to gasp and moan but the gag restrained me from doing
so.  I 
kept coming close to orgasm but then he'd change his speed or move his
hand 
slightly.  He thrust his finger up inside my cunt and moved the palm of
his 
hand against my clit as he came in my ass.  As I was about to come, he 
stopped and pulled out.

They picked me up and laid me on my bed.  They untied my hands and feet
and 
removed the gag.  I was too exhausted to speak.  They lifted the covers
over 
me.

"Be a good girl, Michelle.  Maybe we'll visit again sometime."

I fell asleep.



