Sold

By Heather ©

(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)

Chapter 5(The Conclusion)

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

WARNING: This story is pretty intense, but as with all my stories, nothing really happens to the characters that they haven’t asked for or injures them. Wait until the end of the story before thinking otherwise, or if in doubt at any time - STOP READING!!

Note: This final chapter will be told from the perspective of all three girls. The name in bold print will allow you to know which girl is narrating.

Jen

Going into Michelle’s apartment I noticed the burger joint next door was still opened. I took the lead as I often would and suggested we get something to eat and sleep for a few hours before talking about where to go from here. I nominated Michelle to go next door and get us all burgers and fries. She balked at having to go, but one look at my face told her that I didn’t need to be out in public, and looking at meek Amy… well, we always worked together to protect her.

She started heading out the door and suddenly said, “Shit!” and headed for her bedroom. I was trying to comfort Amy and dismissed Michelle’s curse. A minute later she resumed her journey to get us some food.

I went to put my arm around Amy and she jumped back away from me.

“It’s just me, girl. Relax… you know I’d never hurt you.”

She apologized and when I thought about the pictures I had seen, I realized that she might just be a bit shy of girls for a while. I kept my hands to myself and decided to have a look at my wounds. I went for my bag to get my compact when I realized they were all gone.

“Fuck!” I was pissed. “They’re gone. They have our money, our ID’s… they have it all.” I thought about the ID’s for a moment and stared at Amy as I pointed out to her, “They know where we live now.”

Amy cried out, “Oh, my god. They could come back for us anytime.”

All the while Michelle was gone we talked about the implications of them knowing where we lived, and then if they might have stolen my car from the bar as well. The car had all our cell phones in it and then they would have access to just about everyone we knew. We talked about having to move to be safe place, finding ways to have the bastards prosecuted, and even how we might get revenge against them.

When Michelle got back, she looked rather ill. I immediately pointed out how they had our ID’s and thus our addresses, but she told us that she had already thought about that and that was why she swore earlier. She had to go to her bedroom to get money when she realized her purse was gone.

We sat down at her short living room cocktail table and separated the food into piles. There were two diet drinks and one shake. We normally all had diet drinks and when I asked her about it she told me she needed something thicker for a change. Something about the way she said it seemed really odd, but it could be days before we revealed what had happened to each of us that would end up setting us all off kilter.

As we ate, we came to some conclusions about several things. It appeared that we had all been prostituted for money, and that we had all been drugged for most of our stays. We couldn’t figure out why that was the way they chose to handle things, but were a bit thankful for it. I suppose it could have been for the benefit of not seeing anyone’s faces as they assaulted us. We spent a lot of time talking about the envelopes as we ate and what they might contain. We knew about the pictures, and each confessed to having seen a CD in each of our packs. About the “extras”, well, we just decided that they were meant as reminders of each of our personal tortures. The one thing we weren’t even close on was what we did from here. Did we go to the cops, find the bitch at the bar and kill her, move away… what?

We decided that we couldn’t even talk about it until we got some rest, so we headed for the bedroom as we often did after a night out on the town. I was ashamed of showing anymore of my bruises than I had to, so I told them I was going to sleep in the clothes they had given me. The others agreed and Michelle went to the far side of her queen sized bed as usual. I waited for Amy to get in the middle as always, but she hesitated and asked if she could sleep on the outside this time. We always put her in the middle because she was the smallest, but I remembered the pictures again and climbed in the middle.

Just before passing out, I heard Amy crying quietly and put my arm around her. She pushed it away almost sarcastically, and then I probably did the meanest thing without realizing it. I put my arm back around her and pulled her to me.

I told her, “I’m your friend, Amy. I’m not going to hurt you and you know it.”

I held her as she cried, but just before I fell off to sleep, I felt her grab my hand and pull it into the middle of her chest with both of her hands. I guess she did trust me after all.

Amy

I can’t believe that this happened to us. Between being forced to have sex with girls and that damn stun gun… what was I going to do now? Just getting into the bed was no longer normal for me. I couldn’t sleep between my own best friends anymore just because they were girls.

Jen wrapped her arm around me just to comfort me and I threw it back at her. I know she saw at least a couple of those pictures of me and I know what they’re all going to show me doing. She thinks I’m gay now and I can’t live with her seeing me that way. But I love Jen and she’s always been my big sister, so getting all snippy with her worked at me. After she wrapped her arm around me a second time, I grabbed her hand and clutched it in both of my hands to tell her I was sorry. As I looked down at her comforting hands, I noticed one of the double dots that marked where I had been shocked and pulled her hand between my boobs as if to make all the marks and pains go away.

I knew if I ever confessed to anyone what had been done to me, that it would be Jen. She knew I wasn’t gay and would understand that I had no option but to do as I was told. But when it came to what I had done to myself with the stun gun… that I would die with. My last thought as I fell asleep was ‘why in the hell did I do that to myself’, and then ‘why did I do it there’?

Michelle

I woke up around five in the morning. I hadn’t really been tired when we crashed; I just wanted to rest my aches and pains. I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes to have a good look at myself in the mirrors. My entire ass looked swollen. The welts were clearly from fingers as I could see at the outside of the redness. Blisters had already formed in several areas and I figured I’d put something on them after I showered.

I went to brush my teeth from the incredible foul taste I had and just stared at myself in the mirror for around ten minutes. I just kept reliving those moments when I had to drink down that glass of crap. I remembered how disgusting and thick it seemed. The feeling of it slipping down my throat was nauseating and I didn’t have anyway of relating the feeling to anything else I had ever swallowed. Then I wondered why I had bought that shake last night. I had said to myself at the time that it would probably mix better with what was already in my stomach than a soda, but was that really it. I didn’t even like shakes much, so was that the real reason I bought it?

The door to the bathroom opened and it was Jen. She told me she had to pee and dropped her shorts to go. When I saw her looking at the welts on my ass I felt so ashamed that she was seeing them that I turned away from her. That was when I realized that my front wasn’t that great looking either. A tear ran down my cheek and she understood my emotions quickly. After wiping herself, and screaming a little, she came over to where I was standing in front of the mirror and just stood there. After a couple of minutes, she began pulling her top over her head and then bent down to remove her shorts. I understood she was just revealing her wounds to me to make me feel better.

It was her face that I really had trouble with though. I expected that we all had random bruises all over our bodies, but seeing her blatant black eye still half closed, and her once fabulous lips scarred with that cut…

After taking glimpses of each other in the mirror for a while, we just looked directly at each other, and then cracked up laughing. Jen was always the one to make fun of things no matter how bad they were and this was no different. But I never expected her to be able to laugh at what she looked like now. I was blown away when she suddenly turned her right ass cheek to face me and said in her upbeat valley girl voice, “But man, look at these awesome tattoos we got. They’re so fucking cool… and all the girls are going to want one now.” She turned to the mirror again and tried prying her eye open wider with her fingers and added, “But I don’t know about this shit. I don’t think anyone will believe I walked into a door. Maybe I’ll blame it on Amy raging at me.” She turned towards me and we laughed at the absurdity of everything we had lived through over the weekend.

I said, “You know we’re going back there today! Right?”

She answered, “Yeah, I figured that you would want to. I need to get my car anyway, so we might as well let you kick her ass at the same time.”

Jen looked at my ass and asked, “Maybe I shouldn’t have put it that way. Damn girl, you know how ugly you are now?’”

I responded with, “Oh yeah, and you’re a fucking beauty queen, you one eyed freak.”

We hugged each other gingerly. I had never hugged another girl when we were both nude before, but we were best friends and had made it through hell together, so feeling her bare tits against mine didn’t seem strange at all. We had a whole new perspective on sisterhood to live with now, and sharing this secret couldn’t be any more binding.

I asked Jen, “What do you think happened to Amy? What were on her pictures that you saw? And what do you think they did to her with the stun gun? You don’t really think they used that on her, do you?”

By the stunned look on her face I knew I was overwhelming her with my questions. She did tell me that one of the pictures showed Amy with a woman sitting on her face and she did think they used a stun gun on her because of her withdrawn attitude. We all knew that our most depraved secrets were held within those envelopes and sooner or later we were going to have to talk about them. I happened to look over at my bathtub and had a crazy idea that might make talking about those envelopes a little easier.

I asked Jen, “Remember when we were little and our parents always gave us baths together?”

Hesitatingly she answered, “Yeaaahh?”

“Let’s soak our wounds together and… you know, talk about what we need to do.”

She thought about it for a moment and then agreed, so I started the water and doused the tub with bubble bath with aloe. Even with the aloe, when I went to sit down in the tub my open wounds stung like all hell. Jen let me get situated first because of my sore ass, and then she stepped in. When she saw me staying at her crotch she stopped and used her fingers to part her labia.

“Does it look as bad as it feels?” she asked with a wrinkled up nose.

I leaned forward and took a closer look. My face had never been so close to Jen’s pussy before, and I don’t think my “ewe” sound made her feel comforted.

I told her, “Your fucking lips are huge, red as beets, and so frigging sore looking. Sit down and soak for a while.” And after seeing how bad her crotch looked, I asked her to look at mine. I struggled to get my ass far enough out of the water so that she could see me, but I was covered in soap bubbles so she took the washcloth and gently wiped them away. Her face said it all to me and I asked, “That bad?”

Jen nodded her head and said, “Pretty bad, sweetie, but if you stay off them for a while and don’t go for any long bike rides, they might grow back.”

It was just like her to make fun of such a bad situation, so I splashed her with a handful of bubbles.

Jen

It was ten in the morning before Amy started fidgeting in the bed. Michelle and I were each wearing one of her nightgowns so that we wouldn’t have a bunch of tight clothes against our bodies. We sat on the bed and jostled it a little to finish waking Amy. If not for our bruises, someone might have mistaken this scene for a typical sleepover.

Amy wiped the sleep from her eyes, but after glancing at us, covered her eyes with her forearm. She told us that she hadn’t been able to escape her nightmares all night and was still tired. Unfortunately, we were anxious to get my car back and kick some ass, so we needed to talk first. Amy sat up in bed and we started telling her of our plans that we had been making since sun up.

We were going to take a cab to the bar and hopefully pick up my car if it was still there. Then, we were going inside and find out where the bitch lives that set us up, force her to tell us what she knew, and then beat the hell out of her. We thought it was pretty important to find out if we should ever expect to see our kidnappers or if we had to start planning on moving. And then came the point where we had to ask the important question that Michelle and I had already made up our minds over. I asked Amy if she wanted to go to the cops. She freaked out, bolted upright, and cried out, “No, we can’t do that. Please, I can’t go through that. They’ll want to know everything, and I can’t…”

Michelle and I worked to calm her down and told her how we agreed with her. I certainly didn’t care to relive my nightmare to cops and whatever it was that Michelle wanted to hide, she didn’t want to talk about it either.

We moved on to the CD’s that we apparently all had. I told her how I had taken just a quick peek of mine and it proved to be a copy of some of the video they had taken of me. I told her it showed me being raped over the chair I woke up on. Michele and I agreed that we shouldn’t destroy the CD’s just in case we wanted to prosecute the bastards later on, but we also wanted to protect them from ever being seen. We had decided it would probably be best to lock them up in the safety deposit box I had at my bank and I’d give them both keys. Amy agreed and then I could tell she was mulling over a question. I bugged her to ask it and then wished I hadn’t.

“You saw what was in my envelope.” Amy paused and gulped hard. “You know… that little plastic thing? And we all saw the cut off handle in Michelle’s. So… what… what was in yours?”

In the light of day I found my remembrance article and hadn’t been able to decide what it meant, but I owed it to the both of them to tell. “It was a dog collar. I don’t know why really, it was just in there.”

Amy asked very hesitantly, “Do you think that means that they let… you know… dogs…”

I hadn’t thought about that, but that was just too damned sick even for them. I blurted out that there was no way they had done that to me. I wanted to change the subject and talked them into going out for breakfast and then hit the bank. And we did just that, but for the exception that we not only put the CD’s in my safety box, but the envelopes as well. We then went to my place for my spare car keys and grabbed a taxi to ferry us to the bar.

Even through the heavy makeup I used to hide my face and the sunglasses I wore, people could still tell I had been in a fight and the girls noticed this as well as I did. The cab driver even asked if my boyfriend had hurt me and I told him it actually had been a fight with another girl.

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot we saw my car was still there. Michelle paid the cabbie and we ran for the car. It was the only car in the lot and we realized no one was even at the bar yet. The first thing we did was find our cell phones in the places we had each hidden them and felt so lucky that they hadn’t been taken. Now that we knew no one else in our address books would ever have to find out what we had gone through, we decided to make a pact. We swore to each other that we would never tell a sole about what had happened to us unless we all agreed differently.

As we sat in my car, we remembered the Friday night before when we had been kidnapped and talked about how it had all happened. I was the least in the know, so Amy and Michelle filled in some of the parts I hadn’t been able to remember. I don’t know what it was, but I knew there was something big that Michelle wasn’t telling me, and I knew time would make it slip out sooner or later. It was best if I didn’t press her, or she would purposely keep it hidden.

We decided that we all needed some time alone and decided to not hang out for a few days and just try to get our lives back on track. And after some tearful goodbyes, we left it at that as I dropped them each off at their houses. Amy really didn’t want to go home because she still lived with her parents and they were going to have a ton of questions over where she had been. Her excuse originally had been that she was staying at Michelle’s, but that lasted two days too long. I feared for her and told her to call me if she needed me as an excuse.

Michelle

It had been two weeks since I had talked to the girls. Jen called me up and told me that she couldn’t wait any longer and needed to go back to the bar. We all had questions we wanted to beat out of that bitch, not to mention kick her ass until it looked worse than mine had. When Jen called me, she also asked if I had heard anything from our captors, which I hadn’t, but she sounded like she had a reason for asking. I was going to wait until we were face-to-face before asking her about it, but I was about to get a big surprise first.

I went to check my email before leaving and almost passed over something I thought was spam. The subject line read: You WILL want to look at this. When I opened the mail, all it said was – Made in Mexico - and a shiver ran down my spine. It had a link which I followed that went to a very direct site. There was only one thing on it, and that was video that we hadn’t even been made aware of until now. It was only about four minutes long, but as I watched it I cringed all over at what had happened to us. I copied the address down, grabbed my stuff and headed out to meet the girls.

We met in Amy’s room at her parents house and I was happy to see that Jen’s face was just about fully healed. Amy was finally able to smile again, but it still looked a little labored. Perhaps what we had to tell each other was behind her effort.

I asked Jen, “Why did you want to know if they had been in touch with me?”

She pulled out a pill bottle and opened the top of it. “I got this in the mail this morning. Check out the label.”

All that was printed on it was, you guessed it, Made in Mexico. The pills were the same ones we had been given and the bottle was filled to the top. Obviously, this meant that they were taunting us by letting us know that they did indeed know how to find us. I told them about finding the message in my email just minutes earlier and took out the address I had copied. I used Amy’s PC to take the girls to it. Before hitting the go arrow on the video, I warned them that they might not want to look at it.

When I hit the arrow, Jen was the first to be seen from slightly behind her. It was the raw footage of when we had received our brands on the stage at the bar and despite the pain it brought back to us, none of us could refuse to watch. When it was over, we all stared at the blank screen for a moment, and then I realized that Amy was the only one that hadn’t received anything; or so I thought. When I asked her about it, I could tell I was wrong and that Jen already knew about it.

Amy went over to her dresser and pulled out a package. She told us, “I received it this morning. My mom signed for it when it came by courier. I thought I’d die when she asked me what it was.” She then handed me the box and I poured out the contents. It was a stun gun and when I looked at Amy’s face, she seemed remarkably composed, albeit twisting her jaw to one side.

“Okay,” Jen spoke breaking the uneasy feeling between us. “They know where we live and they wanted us to know it. We have to go back to the bar and find out what that girl knows. One thing I figured out is that if she has the same brand, she must have gone through all this shit herself.”

She was right and I hadn’t ever thought of it that way. I had thought she was probably part of their gang, but Jen’s way sounded far more correct. In some way that made me a little more sympathetic to her, but I was still anxiously awaiting the feel of her neck in my hands.

We talked about how to go about doing things and what we wanted to know, and then headed out. Going through the doors to the bar again was more than a little hard, but once inside we were happy to see few people there yet. At first we didn’t see the girl, but then she came out from the back. I told the girls to go into the bathroom and then asked the bar tender to tell the waitress an old friend of hers had a “girl problem” she needed help with in the bathroom. I joined my girls and we waited for her to come in. When she came through the door, I grabbed her and flung her into the wall behind us.

In seconds we had her pinned against the wall and when she figured out who we were, the bitch smiled. That pissed me off, but Jen kept me from hitting her. Instead, we parted a bit and began peppering her with our questions in a jumbled hodgepodge of squeals. She finally said she would tell us what she knew, but the harm was done and she had no regrets about what she had done to us.

She started out by eyeing us for some reason and then said, “You must be Jen,” turned towards me, “and you’d be Michelle,” and pointing to Amy, “and that would make you Amy. I saw you getting branded. Was it everything you expected it to be?”

I went to smash her in the mouth, but Jen stopped me again. “What the fuck do you mean, you saw us bitch?”

“I got a copy of the video a few days ago, and my name isn’t bitch, it’s Amanda. And let’s get this straight right now. You’re the one’s that asked for the brands,” and looking directly at me, “and you’re the reason I let you have them. If you weren’t such a bitch to me that night, I never would have sent you there.”

Jen asked her, “You went through that shit too, didn’t you?” She nodded her head and that sent Jen off. “Then how the hell could you do that to us. You have any idea what they did to us?”

“Well, duh! I said I went through it too, didn’t I.”

How could this bitch be so glib?

Amanda took over the conversation. “Look it! If you hadn’t of treated me like some lowlife serving wench that was so far beneath you, I never would have done that to you. You brought that on yourself. You guys all thought that my “tattoo” was so awesome and you just had to have one of your own. Well you got them and now you’re a part of that very special clique you wanted to be a part of to prove your superiority over everyone else. Yeah, I have a very good idea what you went through, and I bet that in a couple of months down the road you’ll feel a lot different about things, too. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you weren’t heading back to Mexico for an instant replay.”

Jen screamed, “Fuck you bitch. Nothing’s ever getting us back there ever again.”

Amanda smirked and answered her with, “That’s what I would have said too.”

We couldn’t believe our ears and Amy chimed in with, “You went back there? On your own? Why the hell would you do that?”

Amanda grew somber, twisted her jaw to the side and then began unsnapping her skirt. She pushed it down, and then the top of her panties to show us her brand. “Look at it; see anything different from yours?”

We all looked a bit closer, but before we could speak, she told us to look at the X in Mexico. I noticed a small but distinct dot over the cross of the X and said so out loud.

Amanda pulled her clothes back up and said, “Every time you go back, you get a dot around the X. I met a girl that had three dots a few months ago, so don’t tell me you wouldn’t at least think about what happened to you in a different way than an outsider. There’s sex… and then there’s sex Made in Mexico. The two don’t come close to comparing with each other. It took me six months before I could bring myself to answer their calling cards to come back for a second round, but after seeing the video, I never got what they did to me out of my mind. Every time I got laid or just trying to get to sleep, I couldn’t get them out of my head. I had to find out what they had in store for me.”

Amy seemed overly transfixed and asked her, “How could you want them to do that to you again? And you mentioned a video? What was on it?”

Amanda cleared her throat and went on to answer her. “From what I know, every girl goes through about the same thing. Stop me if I’m wrong. You got your precious brand, and then each of you were sold to some sex merchant that took you away to make money off you. One, if not all of you, were dumb enough to tell someone what you absolutely refused to do sexually, and that wound up being your element of demise. You probably experienced some first hand torment before they gave you the Rufies, or maybe afterwards, and were then sent home with your mementoes.”

“I never said anything to anyone about what kind of sex I didn’t like,” came from Jen.

Amy piped in that she hadn’t either and suddenly they both looked my way. The secret I had hoped would never be known was coming out.

“I’m sorry!” I cried out. “I thought I was protecting you. I didn’t know I was being tricked into naming your tortures, honest. There wasn’t any way I could have known that.”

Both Amy and Jen were seething at me, but they wanted to hear the rest.

Jen asked, “Then it was Rufies they gave us?

“Yes,” came back at her. “And I think they use something else in there, because as you saw on your videos, you appear lucid at some points. You did get videos, didn’t you?”

Jen told her we had, but that we had tucked them away before ever looking at them. Then she asked what kind of sex she had told them she hadn’t liked and how they had played off that.

Amada went somber again and said, “I told the guy I really didn’t like giving head much, and I refused to ever let a guy cum in my mouth. So, naturally… that was what I ended up doing. It’s when you’re passed out that they make their money back by letting guys fuck you blind. And as a final slap, they made me drink… a whole glass of shit… you know what I mean, before they would let me go. That’s why my special trinket they sent me home with was the glass it was in.”

Amy and Jen snapped their heads my way. They understood the reason behind my glass now and I turned away from them as I fought to keep from breaking out in a crying mess. Amanda saw their reaction and laughed at me.

“Well, I guess we know what you were doing in Mexico, huh? I guess you have a taste for the old man juice now.” Amanda couldn’t know the shame she was bringing to me, but made it worse when she added, “I guess the video made you sick all over?”

Jen told her a second time that we hadn’t watched them and she smirked at me again as she said, “Oh girl, you want to watch that video, believe me. There’s something there you have to know.”

Jen asked her what she was talking about, but I stopped her from telling them. I certainly didn’t want them to know more than I did.

Amanda went on with her story of what she had gone through. “After a few weeks, they sent me a small vial along with a video on a CD. It had some, shall we say semen in it. The video showed it being collected. I think the whole point wasn’t to torment me, but titillate me and let me know they knew where I lived. That was why I actually decided to go back in the end. I’m sure they’ll be in touch with you now that you’re members. But before you freak out and move cross country, they won’t come after you again. If you go back, it has to be on your own. Or from what I know, you at least have to arrange it yourself.”

Jen told her how we had just received their notices. She also wanted to know how she knew who to contact to arrange our kidnapping. Amanda told her that after a while they offered her an invitation to come back and gave her a phone number to call if she wanted to go. She used that number first to accept her return trip, and then again to offer us up. Jen wanted to know if satisfaction at getting back at me was her only incentive and Amanda told her about the hundred and fifty I had given her and added, “When they sent me the video of you getting branded, they also sent me another five, one hundred dollar bills for sending you to them. Don’t think you’re getting it.”

We all looked at one another and decided that maybe Amanda wasn’t all evil as we had thought. She had been caught up in all this herself, and after a while Amada offered us a free round to bury the hatchet. Naturally, we didn’t care to accept another free drink from her, but she told us that we were sisters now and that we could watch her pour them. We looked at each other and then agreed.

Just before leaving the bathroom though, Amada asked to see our brands. We thought, “what the hell” and dropped our asses into view for her. She genuinely seemed pleased to see them up close and we went out to the bar. We did watch her pour the drinks and all went to sit at a table together. A couple of bikers came by and began hitting on Amy and referring to her as prepubescent because of her petite size and youthful face. That pissed her off, but being so little she didn’t do anything but look away. Amada told the guys that they really didn’t want to piss her off and that they had best leave her friends alone. I was surprised to see them listen to her, and even more surprised at her calling us friends so quickly. But at least it was better to have her on our side than not.

Amanda encouraged us to get over our fears and watch our videos. She even suggested that since we were so tight as friends that we should watch them together. She warned us that they would be intense, but would fill in a lot of blanks and reveal a great deal as to what happened after we passed out. She revealed some of the things she had gone through and when she came to the part of drinking her glass of sperm, she couldn’t help but look at me and hold her most important detail secret. It drove me nuts with curiosity.

I was surprised that after our drinks and we were heading out, Amanda gave each of us a hug and referred to us as friends again. With my hug however came a whispered, “Maybe we can share a glass of our favorite beverage sometime.” The glare she gave me as we backed away from each other gave me the distinct impression that she was not kidding, nor taking another jab at me.

Was she reading my mind? Did she know something that hopefully my own friends would never find out? And I had to wonder to myself, would I be going back there willingly myself one day? After having masturbated twice in the last three days over the thought of what it had felt like as I forced myself to drink down that glass of cum from a dozen different men, was I heading down some extremely perverted, twisted highway to total depravity? Maybe Amanda and I were closer sisters than the others in that respect.

Amy

After leaving the bar, we went to Michelle’s place and talked about our meeting with Amanda. I really wanted to see my envelope now, but I just as much didn’t want the others to see it. Jen picked up on that, but she kept trying to talk me into how it would be better if we got everything out in the open between us and then we could be there to support each other. I kept saying how I couldn’t let them see what they made me do, but then she let me know that she had told Michelle about the pictures she had seen already.

I started crying, and she put her arm around me to tell me how they both knew how I didn’t want them to think of me as gay. I guess I had been pretty homophobic in the past. After almost an hour of promising that nothing would ever leave us no matter what, I finally relented and agreed to watch the videos together, as long as mine was last. It seemed logical that my best friends could help me get over what had been done to me, but I knew I had to come clean with them first over what I clearly viewed as to what would be hardest for all of us to see if on the video.

“I… I have to… I can’t let you see that without telling you something first.” I was shaking uncontrollably, but I had made up my mind that I needed to tell them before they saw it for themselves. “You know they used a stun gun on me… and, well… that wasn’t all. They forced me…” I started crying harder than I ever had, but kept telling them my greatest humiliation. “They forced me to… to do it to myself… while I… you know… to myself.”

I couldn’t believe either their shocked expressions or that I had revealed that out loud. I waited for their reactions and they hid them pretty well for a minute, but then Michelle finally asked me, “You mean you zapped yourself… while you fingered yourself? God, that had to be horrible; I couldn’t have done that.”

Michelle was obviously trying to make me look strong; however I wondered exactly what she thought of me. It sounded like a sick thing to me and I was there, so she had to wonder just what kind of a person I was deep down.

The girls assured me that everything we saw was going to be dreadful to watch and that they were just as worried over what I would see them going through on their videos. Either way, we finally agree to get the envelopes first thing in the morning and make our downfall a girl’s night of requiem. We planned on making enough daiquiris to drown the sorrows of ten people if necessary, spend the night together to aid each other, and perhaps even poke a little fun at each other to cover Jen’s way of handling bad news.

Jen

We were just settling in for a night that we were sure would stay with us forever after. As we primed our minds and souls with our first daiquiris, we kept nervously looking at the three envelopes sitting on the cocktail table in front of us. I finally brought up the order that we would view the pictures and videos in, and chided Amy that she was going to go first. She began throwing a fit before I told her I was just kidding her and that left it between me and Michelle. I knew she had something she felt really bad over and decided to go first. I was just hoping that the part of Pedro raping me wouldn’t be on it because then, being girls, they might catch on that I had some part in that arena myself. That would have to be my greatest fear; them knowing my dark side.

Since I was going to go first, we decided to look through our pictures before starting and have a look at what we might be able to expect from the videos. When Michelle took out the goblet, she handled it like it was the most breakable thing on earth; and sat it on the table in the same manner. I tried looking away before she saw me watching her, but her dismayed look told me I hadn’t been fast enough. So, in my typical screwing around fashion, I made light of the situation by pulling out the collar I had in my envelope and immediately began putting in on myself.

“Look at me,” I chanted, “I’m a poodle. I’m a poodle. Don’t you just want to spank me with a newspaper?”

The girls laughed and I felt better about what we were doing, but it would be short lived. I only looked through a few of the photos to see that I was repeatedly raped, both in the house and over the saddle covered chair outside, and usually from the rear. I decided to get it over with and grabbed my CD to put into the player. When it was ready, I grabbed the remote and sat back on the couch. I handed the remote to Michelle and told her, “You’d better take this or I’ll keep shutting it off.”

To kid me back, she told me that was a great idea because then she could control the slow motion and replay buttons. With a deep breath from all three of us, Michelle started the video. It started at a part I never knew happened. It was when I was first hung from the rope on the stage. It took three men to hold me up and their grimy hands were all over my body. Seconds later the scene was of me screaming into the rag as I waited for the hot iron to hit my ass. I lost my breath all over again as we saw the puff of singed skin evaporate into the air. I think the thing that really bothered me about it the most was seeing the excited faces standing around the three of us as we were held face down and struggling on the stage as we waited to be scarred in the crudest of ways.

The next scene to flash on the screen was several quick shots of different men raping me from behind as I lay over the arm of the couch; fully passed out. During one of the rapes, a woman had worked herself crotch first into my face and appeared to be rubbing herself off on my face as I lay in my induced coma. There were several shots of different men, and even a couple of women taking advantage of my lower torso in ways I would never have imagined; twisted, turned, held upside down.

At that point came the explanation for the dog collar. I watched as a woman gleefully struggled to put the device on me, then a leash attached to that, and that was followed with a couple minutes of tugging away at my neck with the leash. I guess she thought I was awake enough to understand something as simple as a leash, but I didn’t. Eventually, two men carried me from the couch to rest over an ottoman on the floor. I was now truly in the doggie position and to my horror a large Labrador was walked into the scene. My head snapped in disbelief to my friends faces which were also glossed with disbelief that what we were seeing could actually be happening.

Michelle lifted the remote up to shut off the video, but I had to know the truth and despite the close audience of my best friends, I told her to leave it on. I felt my face flush and I stared at the screen while leaning forward in my seat. I watched as the dog was led around me and his nose guided towards my already reddened crotch. He seemed totally disinterested and I figured they had failed in this particular humiliation, but you could tell there was an edit in the video, and now there was a girl began rubbing a cloth over my exposed vulva. I heard Amy asking what she was doing since it appeared she was rubbing something on me. I had no idea, but my eyes were drying out from my intense gaze.

The dog was brought back to me and this time appeared to be very excited. He licked at my lips a moment, and then instantly jumped on my back to try to mount me. I heard, “Oh, my god!” coming from my mouth and saw the dog’s hips begin his motion. I was dead to the world on the camera as the dog was coaxed into breeding me. Another edit occurred and you could see my body lurch forward and I appeared to waken to some point. The camera was brought in close to view the point of union and I could see my vaginal lips were stretched to the limit. I watched as the dog fucked away at me for a moment, and then the camera backed away.

I took a quick look at the girls and when I looked back to the monitor, the dog seemed to be trying to back away from me. At the time I didn’t fully understand the knot thing, but Michelle would explain it to me later. I asked her at this point what she had said about me that might have given my captors the idea to assault me using a dog, and she replied how all she had said was that I wasn’t one to take abuse from any guy. I watched as the dog struggled to pull away from me until finally it threw its foreleg over my ass, followed by its hind leg, and it became clear to all of us that we were stuck together. Another minute of their resounding laughter and tugging at the dog’s collar to prove we were locked went by before the next assaults on my duped body took place.

Apparently, the pigs raping me as I was passed out had no problem doing me after a dog. What bothered me next was when I saw young boys, three of them, that appeared to have been given some private time with me. They toyed with every part of my body and seemed to be experimenting with learning about intercourse with me. I wasn’t sure if they even got it right, but they certainly seemed consumed with tugging at my boobs in a very unforgiving manner.

Then the thing I was most ashamed of began on the screen. I hadn’t even known a camera was in the bedroom, so I guess it had been wired into the wall or something. I introduced Pedro to the girls and let them know that this was where I took the real beating, and at his hands. I called him a wimp and a bunch of other things trying to cover up my own actions. When his assault began and I was kicking at him, the girls cheered my resolve, but when I spit in his face Amy blurted out, “You shouldn’t have done that. Why would you insult him like that? Didn’t you know how much that would piss him off?”

I guess my silence held the answers for the most part. As the fight went on and they witnessed him slapping my face repeatedly, both girls began crying for me. I didn’t realize that I was looking at things quite differently until Michelle pointed it out to me.

“Why aren’t you crying, Jen? That had to be horrible for you. How can you watch this and not be crying?”

Her words stopped abruptly and it occurred to me that she was doing that thing she was so good at with me. She had always been able to tell when I was turned on by something whether it was a guy or a dirty picture. My body actions were giving me away and she blurted out, “Oh my god, you fought back on purpose, didn’t you?”

I just continued staring at the screen, but I could tell they were both eyeing me as some sick masochist, and perhaps quite rightly. We all watched as the beating went on and it had to be coming clear that I wasn’t just fighting back against the man; I was instigating many of his actions on purpose. The video went on to show a close up of my brand and suddenly ended right there. I buried my face in my hands over my shame.

Amy interjected very quickly, “It’s like you told me. We were suffering that Stockholm syndrome. There’s no way you could have wanted him to beat you like that. That was nothing but a brutal rape.”

“That’s right, honey,” came from Michelle’s direction. “You can’t feel bad about anything they did to you. You were just trying to survive like we were doing.”

My face never felt so blank as I looked at each of them to try to explain, but no words came out. Finally, Michelle grabbed her CD and decided to end my humiliation with a touch of hers.

Amy

Michelle’s tape began about the same as Jen’s had with us all lying naked on the stage floor. Each time I saw one of us getting poked with the branding iron and the little whiff of residual smoke from our seared skin, I became a little more steeled towards it. But this time when I saw the quick snippet of my own ass getting poked with the iron, I squeezed my legs together and felt a sick tingling in my loins.

I was growing very afraid of what Jen and Michelle were going to think of me after viewing my tape; especially the part of me masturbating if it was there. I began praying that Michelle’s tape would help take some of the sting out of my own actions. The scene switched from the bar to her swinging from a rope tied to her arms in what was clearly a barn. It looked so painful for her. There was a crowd of well over a dozen people jeering at her and even very young people were there. Off camera I could hear someone pronouncing it as Carnival Gringo day. Michelle started twisting and turning in mid air for some reason and then the woman with the garden tool came into the picture. Jen and I watched as Michelle’s body was manipulated for her to be attacked with the handle repeatedly, and then her legs forced way past anything normal to continue on with several men and another woman taking turns with it.

When a bulky man came into the picture, I thought for sure that he was some kind of leader in all this. It showed him leading Michelle away, but then instead of showing what was done to her, it just showed him walking her back into the middle of the barn to a great deal of cheering. Over the cheering, Michelle narrated for us what had happened to her in the office, and even how she had had to swallow her first cum ever there. It wasn’t until she was turned around looking at something behind her that Jen and I gasped at the bright red welts already appearing on her ass.

The next several scenes were of her on her knees in front of different men and it took a minute to see that she was being forced to make them shoot their sperm into a glass; the very glass they had sent her home with. Several quick snippets were shown of her getting men off with both her mouth and her hands to fill the glass. At the point where there had to be a half inch of scum in the glass, she was forced to drink it down on camera. Knowing how much she’s always bitched about guys wanting to cum in her mouth, I knew how hard that had to be for her. Hell, I’ve swallowed several times for guys that I’ve given blowjobs to, but I never had to take that much at one time and it wasn’t a big deal for me like it was for Michelle.

The video went on to show Michelle also getting fucked from the rear many times and showed her owner smiling as he took bills after bills of money from different men. Watching her getting fucked with her ass so amazingly red and swollen was hard to watch, and even though the others didn’t know it, I was no hater of porn. I had often watched shit on my computer in the past as I diddled myself. This was so much different to see it happening to someone I knew and loved.

The end of the tape had to be coming. I knew this because on the screen was the goblet and Jen and I gasped loudly when it appeared that it was now almost full. The next several minutes went by uninterrupted by editing. It showed in great detail how they had forced her to swallow the entire glass of cum. My mouth dropped open as I watched her struggle to do as they wanted. I began thinking how soon after these shots she had stood next to us with that much cum in her belly and never said a thing. I would have been trying to vomit it back up.

Jen got close to Michelle and wrapped her arm around her to console her over what she was forced to do. Michelle said something about how this had been her worst torture and nothing else had compared to it, but she was wrong. These sick bastards were about to torture her mind all over again from a hundred miles away and two weeks in the past.

The scene switched back in time to show the glass being filled up. It showed man after man milking his stuff into the glass, another glass used being poured into the goblet, and then the absolute sickest stuff happened. The action suddenly went to a quiet setting, but showing something absolutely disgusting; a woman was sucking off a horses cock. She had on a big smile and seemed to enjoy proving her sick penchant for bestiality. The scene went back to men filling the glass and each time the glass was shown, it appeared fuller than the last scene.

Those clips kept getting interrupted by the woman sucking off the horse, and as I looked at Michelle and Jen, I think we were all coming to the same twisted thoughts. Were they going to force Michelle to copy this Mexican woman? Our answer soon became clear. The last time the edit went to the woman, she was sucking on the tip of the horse’s cock and working it in her hand at the same time. Then all became overwhelmingly clear when we saw her hold a glass up under her mouth and allowed cum from the horse to drool out of her mouth and into the glass. Several shots went directly from the horse to the glass, and I took another look at the horror on Michelle’s face as she was coming to the same realizations as Jen and I.

The next thing shown was of the same glass the women had been holding as it was getting dumped into the goblet. The amount was probably twenty percent of the full glass and then the editing went back and forth between the woman working the horse off and the glass being emptied into the goblet. Michelle’s tape ended with it showing her gulping down the mixture one last time. Now we all knew now what Amanda had been talking about in the bar.

Michelle was holding her stomach and rocking back and forth as she thought about what they had tricked her into doing. Jen was holding her tight and telling her how she had no choice and at least she hadn’t known what was really going on at the time. She kept reminding her of how she had made it out of Mexico alive and how that was all that really mattered.

We all took a break and talked a little trying to make each other feel better about what had happened to us. We also downed fresh drinks to dull our senses and then Jen said something I really wish she hadn’t. She asked that if her torment was a dog and Michelle’s a horse; what had they done to me? I started on a drunken crying binge thinking about my worst fears and what indeed they might have done to me.

Jen

After viewing the first two tapes, it took us a while to get to Amy’s. She was clearly the biggest basket case among us and Michelle and I feared that she was going to really lose it when she saw hers. After her CD was readied, we forced her into sitting between us so we could hold her. I made the mistake of kissing her cheek to tell her that everything would be alright, and quickly realized that her phobia of being gay wasn’t helped by my action.

I hit the play button and again everything started on the stage at the bar. It quickly went into the backroom where it showed Amy being forced under the woman on the bed and spent a good deal of time showing Amy’s torment over her appointed act. I grabbed her leg and told her, “At least you weren’t smothered by the bitch.”

Amy gave a weak smile back to me and I saw she was doing pretty well so far. The scene switched to the two other girls that had been brought in and I asked her if they were on the menu as well, and when she told me they had been I tried to make the best of it.

“Now they’re pretty hot looking. It probably wouldn’t have taken much to talk me into doing either of them.”

Michelle saw what I was doing and quickly agreed that as far as girls went, Amy lucked out. But that’s when the clip showed the girl reaching over Amy’s head for the stun gun. Michelle and I held Amy tight as we watched in horror as the girl ran the device over her skin, and when we saw her use it that first time right against the side of her boob, I thought I would have a heart attack. Watching her body sizzle with the obvious shock she was getting was beyond comprehension. The two pin point burns from the electrodes were easily seen and I wondered why Amy hadn’t shown us them.

We all watched in abject disbelief as she was shocked over and over; forcing her first to comply with their demands, and then just for the pure evil of it. I laid my head on her shoulder and then watched as the device was handed to her. I bolted upright as I watched them force her to shock herself on her own tit and my mouth flew open with amazement that Amy had that much strength to actually do it. I couldn’t have squeezed that trigger and Michelle agreed. After seeing her body heave under the repeated waves of shock, we figured we had seen everything that she had feared us seeing, but as the first two CD’s had shown, that was not the case.

Amy was shown with her ass propped up in the air in several different locations as men turned her into a profit machine for her owners. She never showed a sign of consciousness throughout, and we all felt good about that. The one big difference in all this was that several clips showed men just wanting to lie next to her to fondle and molest her naked flesh; especially her vagina. Michelle and I agreed that that was because of her virginal, little girl look and bald pussy. They were obviously fantasizing over her being underage.

There was actually quite of lot of the latter clips and many involved girls feeling her up as well as men. Amy didn’t seem to be getting laughed at as much as Michelle and I had been, but that was probably because her petite body was driving them all nuts with excitement. She really was the envy of most girls in that department; she’s just as cute as can be.

I felt Amy tense up really bad when there was a close up of her face. I wondered what was so bad, but when the camera panned out, I could see that we hadn’t seen the vision she had warned us about. She was on her back and already covered with little dots of scars covering her chest and boobs. Her hands were in her crotch and rubbing her own tits really hard, and the stun gun was on her taut little belly.

I tried to lighten her pain again by saying, “We’ve all been there a time or two, huh? I would probably have had my pocket rocket handy though.”

Again my mouth fell open as I watched her hand leave her boobs and snatch the gun. This wasn’t going to happen. There was no way she was going to do to herself what I was imagining. It wasn’t possible! But there she was, running the probes right to the bottom of her tits. I felt relieved when I saw her pull it away from her chest, but then when she put it between her legs I went clammy cold again. I watched her tummy heave and knew she was getting herself into the right mood quickly to get off, but in one swift move she brought the gun back to the underside of her tit again and zapped herself. Michele and I both gave very audible, “Oh my god’s”.

Michelle and I looked at each other behind her back as her eyes stayed fixed on watching what she had done to herself. Before we could say a word, she moved the gun up and shocked herself again. Perhaps the hardest thing for us to understand was how she kept right on fingering herself throughout suffering her own abuse to herself. There was no mistaking it though; the girl was making herself get off in a fashion I had only dreamed about. She was lifting her hips in a gyrating fashion to meet her hands’ needs and she nearly squeezed the life out of her tiny breasts. Her breathing was telling me she was nearly ready to cum and then that slutty little bitch threw that torture device right onto her clit plain as day and shocked herself again. I didn’t believe what my eyes were telling me until it went on for several seconds. And even after the gun fell out of her grip, she continued frigging herself until her body collapsed with what looked like a tremendously powerful orgasm.

The clip ended with a close up of her recovering face and then faded to a shot of her brand before ending. Amy kept staring at the blank screen while Michelle and I searched for words to comfort her, but there were none coming. We were so disturbed that she had done that seemingly at her own desired placements, and while in the roils of an amazingly harsh orgasm that we just couldn’t think of a thing to say. Amy started crying and we tried to comfort her, but we just couldn’t find the right words. I finally winked at Michelle and told her, “At least you’re not a horse licker.”

Michelle snapped back at me, “Dog fucker!”

We saw it was working on slowing Amy’s crying, so I fired back, “Glub, glub, glub”, to imitate a gulping sound.

Michelle threw another shot my way. “Oh, beat me, beat me. My name is Jen and I like it rough.”

Amy wanted to show her toughness and cried out, “Will you freaks shut the fuck up. I’m the carpet-muncher with the twisted fetish for electrical stuff. I win hands down.”

We all broke out laughing and I went to the kitchen and came back with two larger glasses for our drinks. I announced that we needed bigger drinks to get over ourselves and poured more daiquiris for Amy and I.

Michelle whined, “What the hell; where’s my glass bitch?”

I smirked and reached across the table to drag her momentous goblet close enough to fill. “Right here dick sucker. And you have to drink every drop before we’ll let you leave.”

“Gross,” she cried out. “They probably never even cleaned the thing.”

I picked it up for a closer look and agreed. Then I added, “You should have done a better job when they told you to, huh?”

We drank ourselves silly for the next hour and made fun of everything we had done to free ourselves. We explained how some of the things had felt and affected each of us and talked about my facing the wrong end of a gun. Then things got quite serious when we began talking about if any of us thought we would ever want to go through anything like we had again as Amanda had said. Eventually we all admitted to having masturbated over our indulgences and how twisted we had felt doing it, but it was me that first spoke up and said, “I guess there was a part… deep down inside of me that really did ask for the rough sex. I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’d go back to them for it, but I might piss off a boyfriend if the timing was right.”

I looked towards Michelle and she said that fantasizing about guzzling a cup of cum was one thing, but she wasn’t sure she could ever do it again without a gun to her head. And that’s when we turned to Amy and waited for her answer.

She couldn’t look at us, so we knew her well enough to know she had a secret. We pried at her and pestered her until she finally broke her silence and that was the beginning of something very wild.

“I guess… I could do it again, if it was done just right.” We looked at her and wondered which part she was talking about when she added, “But it would have to be with the right girl.”

In the spirit of the humor that had been sparing our night, I leaned into her head with mine and coyly begged, “Like me for instance?”

Michelle and I were both waiting for her to go “no way”, but she just stayed quiet. Michelle whipped out, “Oh, my god. You have the hots for us, don’t you?”

I saw she was right and started teasing Amy over it. I never would have if in a sober mind, but being very wasted made it an easy leap. “Amy wants to lick me, Amy wants to lick me,” I sang in a taunting fashion. The more I teased her, the greater effect it had on me. I realized that by her not denying it, it was as good as admitting that I was right. I don’t know what came over me, but I was growing very excited between my legs and I guess that was what drove me to grab both her arms and wrestle her to the floor. I sat on her belly and saw that she really wasn’t trying to fight me off.

I took a quick look up at Michelle and was puzzled. I needed to know what to do. I was in heat now and it appeared that so was Amy. When I got a knowing smile from Michelle, I decided to see how far I could take all this. I leaned in close to Amy’s ear and whispered, “Would you hate me if I did to you what those girls did?”

I held her arms pinned to the floor and sat back up to wait for a sign from her, and then as she closed her eyes, she shook her head slightly from side-to-side. I leaned forward again and asked, “And Michelle, too?”

This time I stayed close to her head and felt her nod a “yes” to me. But I also felt something else from her and said, “We’re not going to go easy on you, you know.”

All she did was turn her head away from me. I knew I was right and Michelle and I began to double team her like a pack of wolves. I could see Michelle was fully charged now as well, so I told her to lift Amy’s shirt for me as I held her hands pinned over her head. Michelle pushed it up over her tiny tits and I was looking at my friend in a whole new light now. Her chest twisting and straining under me looked so damned inviting, so I bent over to nibble at her nipples. I never had touched a girl’s boob with my mouth before and it was so warm, soft, and supple to me. I began nibbling at the warm flesh under each boob and gently bit at her. She kept heaving her chest upward and I knew she loved the feel of me touching her.

I sat back up on her belly and invited Michelle to take a taste of our “little” friend and she just about dove to the floor to sample her soft flesh. As she did that, she kept pushing her top up over her head until I could pull it over her hands to remove it completely. Amy and my eyes locked onto each other and I knew I saw something familiar. Just as I had taunted Pedro into getting rough with me, Amy wanted me to take it up a notch, too. I whispered to her, “Are you sure?”

Amy continued to stare into my eyes and nodded ever so slightly. Amy never could have known it, but I had often included her in my fantasies while playing with myself. As well, more often than not, I was dominating her then just as I was now. I laid my body down on hers to keep her pinned and began pushing my shorts and panties off my legs. She started to squirm under me and even began to say “no, no”, but I knew her words weren’t meant to impede me; they were to make her feel better about herself for allowing this to happen to her again.

I nibbled at her neck while I finished working my clothes down off my legs and then I grabbed the bottom of my top and ripped it over my head. Michelle unhooked my bra and I flung it to the side. When I felt our chests mashing together, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t done this to her years ago. I rubbed myself over her and then I started riding my bottom up over her stomach towards her chest. I had to hold her hands again and she began fighting me a little harder. When I was sitting upright again, I slid my knees over her arms to pin her completely. I couldn’t take my eyes off hers as she began trying to deny she wanted me to totally dominate her. She on the other hand couldn’t look at me anymore as she begged for me in a subliminal way to continue on.

I edged my crotch right over her face and eased myself right over her mouth. Her tongue began lapping through my labia without instructions and I moaned over how wonderful it felt to have my friend feeling me there. I looked back and saw Michelle was working to get Amy’s shorts off and began sliding my bottom back and forth over her mouth. We were all getting what we wanted here, and even though I had never seriously ever thought of making it with a girl, I was right into it now.

Michelle seemed just as intent on getting a piece of our friend as I was, but she would have to wait her turn and be satisfied with fingering Amy in the mean time. Amy was bucking her hips slowly under me and began moaning as much as I was until she finally pulled her mouth off me and said, “In my purse…”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant, so I reached over to the cocktail table and grabbed her purse to see what was in it. I pulled out the stun gun and was stunned myself. She couldn’t be asking me to do that to her; could she? But when I held it in her face to show it to her, she closed her eyes tightly and nodded her head. I was getting so fucking hot that I turned on the gun, but all I could do was hold it. I couldn’t shock her for anything. She opened her eyes and I could see she was pleading for me to hit her with it, but I just couldn’t. I decided to at least rub it over her vital areas as she had done to herself and touched her ever so slightly on the tender side of her left tit. I shut my eyes to pull the trigger, but I just couldn’t hurt her like that.

“I can’t honey,” I said. “I just can’t do that to you.”

After pleading for the twisted electrical current of that torture device with her eyes for several moments, I sat it on her chest. If she wanted it done, she would have to do it herself. She understood and wrestled her left arm out from under me and grabbed it. She worked the probes to the side of her tit and held it pressed to her for several seconds. She opened her eyes wide and said, “Sit up! Sit up so you won’t get it.”

I pressed myself into her face even harder for a moment and called her a cunt lapper to excite her more. I reached behind me and fought Michelle’s hand for grab at her slit with my fingers and gave her a very intense fingering for just a few seconds just before sitting up. I watched her shove her own hand down to replace mine and her fingers went wild getting herself ready. She twisted the gun around to touch the bottom of her boob and closed her eyes tightly. I was watching her so closely as she took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. I saw her body convulse once really hard and looked behind me to see her fingers still going a mile a minute. I kept watching as she moved the gun under her other boob and I could see she was in the throes of an orgasm as she squeezed the trigger a second time. This time she held the trigger a couple of seconds before her body stopped convulsing. She drove her head up and into my vagina and went nuts on licking her tongue into me as deep as she could get it.

I aided her by sitting down on her face again and after watching her work to please me, I moved back for a moment and kissed her more passionately than I ever kissed anyone in my life. I kneaded her tiny orbs in my palms as I felt how wonderfully soft they were and licked up the side of her face as my dominant placement took me back into control of her. I spun my legs around and sat back on her face, and leaned over to taste pussy for my first time. Her hairless lips were elegant to lick and she was wetter than I would have imagined. It may have been my first time, but I seemed well received as her lover and her body responded well to my face.

A flash darted past my eyes and I looked up to see that Michelle had taken a picture of us in our sixty-nine position. It held no importance or embarrassment for me at the time, so I continued working my friend into a fever pitch. When I had her to the point where I thought she was ready to cum, I sat back hard on her face, picked up the stun gun that had falling beside us, and worked it into her grip. I rubbed my pussy violently against her lips and fingered her like a fanatic. When I thought it was time for her, I grabbed her hand holding the gun, pushed the probes into her smooth little clit, and sat up off her face. She was obviously having trouble pulling the trigger and she grabbed my hand to put around hers.

I just couldn’t bring myself to zap her, but when her body began having her orgasmic spasms, I felt her yank the trigger. I knew she wanted this sweet torture to have the cum of her life and clamped my fingers over hers so that her fingers couldn’t fall away. Her body was shuddering so hard I found it hard to stay on my knees, but I held the trigger on for her until I saw her convulsions give a slight change. I tossed the gun to the side and bit at her clitoris roughly to help put the finishing touches on her climax.

That was when I became aware that Michelle had been taking pictures all the while and grabbed for her ankle. I reached for the camera, but she pulled it away. I told her it was my turn and began getting off Amy. I looked back at her face full of sweat and told Michelle, “Fuck the bitch!”

Amy opened her eyes to look at me and just smiled as Michelle worked her body prone to Amy’s. As I sat back to take my first picture of the two friends making love for their first time, the brand on Michelle’s ass stood out like a beacon, and I snapped a close up picture of it. I’ll never forget being Made in Mexico .

This chapter ends the story… for now. But I have gotten so much feedback and requests for more that I have decided to continue the story of the girls’ prolonged life changes that I have started a spin off called, obviously, Made in Mexico . Keep an eye out for it in the coming days and weeks. And thanks for all your feedback and letters, I love them all.

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