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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: Hesitant Hero, The
Summary: A young, virgin girl is abducted, raped, sodomized and tortured during a weekend.  One of her captors goes soft, and his cronies torture him as well.  There's lots of nc sex, violence and torture.  
Keywords: M+g,M+/M,bd,nc,rape,sad,tort,viol,caution,bd,cbt,va,anal,oral,
piv,g1st


Preface:
     When I was six, I had a brief affair with a seven year old.  Her father cut it short when he caught us behind the bookcase in her bedroom.  That was fifty four years ago.  My taste in women has matured with my age since that time.  Right about now, I find twelve year olds most interesting.  ...  Norm DaPlume
 



                           The Hesitant Hero
                            By Norm DaPlume    


     If you plan things out well enough, in advance, there should be no complications to bite you later on.  I had done that, and there weren't any.  

     We'd stolen a nondescript, medium green sedan.  You know the type, the kind a family uses, a good 5 seater.

     Don't get me wrong, I'm not a transvestite.  But that day, I was dressed in a maroon skirt with a brown sweater, high heels, panty hose, a purse, which matched my sweater, and a red haired wig.  My bra was stuffed full of toilet tissue to fill it out.  I was also wearing a heavy coat of makeup, otherwise my five-o'clock shadow would have shown through the cosmetics.  To finish the effect, I had on red lipstick with a matching color of nail polish. 

     It takes a bit of patience, waiting there in front of the school; It also takes a bit of restraint watching all of the lovely young children come out, wait briefly and then get carried away by their damn parents.  I saw lots of young candidates that I would have enjoyed a great deal.  But you can't have everything.  Or everyone.

     So, I waited, until the time was right, leaning against the car, smoking cigarette after cigarette, and being careful not to drop any incriminating butts on the ground.  I was getting impatient.  This was the third Friday I'd done this, without success.

     Then I saw her.  About eleven years old, delectable, with shiny, straight, ass length, brown hair, green eyes, tight faded blue jeans, a sweater about the same color as mine was, and pink sneakers with red laces.  

     In a word, she was beautiful.  If I were the type of person to get married, this is the type of girl I would want to marry.  

     By now almost all of the other children were gone, along with all of the parents that were going to take them home, and all of the school supervisors, paid to hang around the school, after classes were over, to watch out for people like me.  But dressed as I was , I seemed harmless enough.  They had ceased their vigil and gone inside, or wherever they go, after they're done with their watch.  
     
     But this young girl was still waiting around for somebody.  Perhaps some irresponsible, delinquent, deadbeat parent had neglectfully forgotten to pick her up.  Or perhaps, her older brother was drowsing in a drug-induced stupor and was too stoned to risk driving to retrieve her.  Maybe her older sister was in the back seat of her car, with her boyfriend, under a tree at the local make out spot in the park.  

     Regardless, they didn't deserve to have her.  I did, and I was going to show her all of the attention her negligent family was obviously too busy to bestow upon her, the attention she so clearly deserved. 

     As I gave the surrounding area a quick check to insure nobody was looking, my eyes briefly locked onto hers.  She had that innocent "deer in the woods" stare as she looked back into my eyes.  My memory rewound to the last time I had seen that look.  I pulled the trigger and brought down a perfect six point buck.  He fed us for weeks.  Now I was going to get that same thrill, and much more, from this lovely dear.  (Pun intended.)

     She walked right up to the front of my car and then between it and the car in front of mine to gain access to the street.  I love it when people make things easy for me.  I reached into the purse I was carrying and grabbed the face cloth from inside, which was saturated with chloroform.  

     She looked both ways before she crossed the street.  She should have looked behind her, where the real threat was.  I grabbed her and placed the rag over her mouth and nose.  She never even got a scream out.  She inhaled the noxious vapors and her body just slumped back and into my arms.  I put my arm around her back and under her arm to hold her up, then I carried her into the car.  Had somebody been watching they probably wouldn't have noticed anything unusual. 
   
     It was over in just a few seconds.  I placed her body in the front seat and held it up with the seat belt.  (I've always been grateful for the law, which required all American made cars to carry them.)
  
     Thanks to the belt, things seemed to be perfectly normal.  I placed the face cloth over her mouth and lips again, to insure she would be out a while.  Then I got in, and drove off.  




     Twenty-five minutes later, she was still asleep.  I had driven the car to a more private place, deep in the woods, where I met my friends.  I placed my hand over her carotid artery (the big one on the neck) to make sure she was still alive.  She hadn't moved from the time I had drugged her, and that chloroform can be tricky, so I wanted to make sure that that second dose I had given her wasn't fatal.  She was fine, (for now.)  

     The guys gathered around the car anxious to see what I had brought.  They all gave nods of approval, and said things like "God, she's beautiful.  I'll bet she's really soft." And "I can't wait till we get her in the cabin." I took some packing tape that I had in the glove compartment and tied her hands together, behind her.  I used several layers to be sure she wouldn't somehow tear through it.  

     One of the guys, Lance, began stroking her hair saying "I love straight, shiny, ass length hair.  I wish my daughter had that." When another of the guys, Bob, began stroking her cunt through her jeans, the girl woke up.  

     Chloroform leaves you in kind of a stupor for a while after you start to recover.  Her eyes seemed to recover first.  She opened them.  They had this confused look as they darted looking from one of us to the next.  Like the rest of her body, which was still pretty much under the influence of the chloroform, her eyes were slow and unresponsive.  

     She opened her mouth and quietly said "Huh?"  

     Neville began laughing maniacally.  The girl eyed him silently with trepidation.  She closed her eyes hard then she opened them.  Tears began forming on the inside corners, slowly welling up in her beautiful but pathetic looking eyes.  Soon, the tears began rolling down her face.  We removed her from the car.  Her body was still pretty limp.  Lance carried her over, and placed her onto the hood of the sedan and we put packing tape around her ankles.  Now she wasn't going to be going anywhere by herself.  

     I could still smell the odor of chloroform on her breath.  I began to wonder how the rest of her smelled.  I was excited.  I looked around and all of us had significant bulges in our pants.  

     At this point, the girl started screaming.  She had a high pitched, shrill, almost operatic yell.  We were on private property.  There was nobody for miles around us, so we weren't particularly worried.  We just watched her screaming, with delight, wondering what she was going to be like when we finally got where we were going.  Lance and Bob began rubbing themselves through their pants.  Neville was smiling as she yelled, and began poking her in the chest.   

     At this point, I began taking off the clothes I had been wearing.  I began by removing the wig and then the sweater, the girls eyes widened as my hairy chest appeared.  Then she watched me tear off my bra, and the tits I had, turned out to be nothing but a couple of wads of toilet paper.  Her eyes widened further.  I removed the skirt I was wearing and then I removed the panty hose I had underneath.  I was now standing in front of her, completely naked, with a full erection. 
  
     She stopped screaming and her mouth opened as if she was dumbfounded, and impressed.  She just kept staring at my now stony cock as if she had never seen one before.   

     Watching her watching me, was a super turn on.  This obviously virgin, young girl was so beautiful.  She looked like a miniature woman.  It made me so hot, I just had to grab my cock and after just two strokes, I was done.  I came, spewing wad after wad of sperm onto the grass beneath me.  When I looked at Lance and Bob, they both had wet spots on their pants.  At that point, the girl appeared to have put the pieces together.  She began screaming again.  

     I took the tape and after stuffing a pair of boxer shorts into her mouth, I sealed it shut with several layers of tape, which I wound around and around her head.  I regretted using the tape because I knew that it would probably mess up her beautiful silky hair when I removed it.  Oh well.  She continued to yell but was unable to make much noise. 
 
     I got my regular clothes out of the sedan and put them on.  Then I threw the women's clothing I had been wearing inside the sedan.  

     We needed to get moving.  There was every possibility that whoever was supposed to pick this girl up at school had realized by now that she was missing and called the police.  Lance took a can of kerosene out of the trunk of his car and splashed it on the inside and outside of the green sedan.  He pulled out a Bic lighter and set the car ablaze, with the skirt, sweater etc. inside.  

     We carried the girl over and laid her gently into the trunk of Lance's Cadillac.  Lance always bragged that the trunk of his Cadillac was large enough to carry three dead bodies" in comfort.  Now the tiny girl seemed to be all but swallowed up by the trunk, as we closed the lid.  

     


     A friend of mine owned a hunting cabin deep in the mountains.  That was where I had shot that six pointer that time.  Now I was going to bag my greatest trophy there.  We proceeded to drive there.  It was about fifteen minutes from where we had changed cars.  When we got there, we got out of the car and began smiling at each other.  The sun had set below the horizon, but it was still fairly light out. 

     "I can't believe we're actually doing this." Said Lance.  

     "We haven't done it yet." Said Bob.

     "Let's take her out and strip her naked." Said Neville.

     "Easy Neville, she has to last all weekend." I said. 

     Lance popped the trunk and there she was.  None the worse for wear.  Her cheeks were moist and somewhat dirty from where her tears had collected some dust from Lance's trunk.  Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but she was still beautiful.  The chloroform appeared to have worn off.

     Bob and I gently grabbed the girl by the legs and shoulders and placed her on the ground near the car.  Lance took out a utility knife and slid the blade out.  The girl jumped suddenly, thinking we were going to kill her then and there.  

     "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you, we just want to play with you.  You like to play, don't you'"  Bob said smiling.  We all started laughing.  I'd never realized it before.  Neville had an almost satanic laugh, or at least he did that day.  

     Lance took the utility knife and gently cut the tape behind the girls head.  He removed the tape from her hair, and although some of it did stick to the tape, he was able to free enough of the hair so that it really didn't mess up her hair too much.  I was glad.  I really loved her hair and I was looking forward to stroking it and petting it and playing with it, soon.  

     Lance then removed the boxer shorts I had placed inside her mouth.  She immediately began screaming again.  

     I said "Go ahead and scream, little lady, we're the only people around for miles that can hear you, and we like hearing you scream." I unlocked the cabin and opened the door.  "Well, let's bring her on in." I said.  

     Bob grabbed the girl's legs.  She began bucking and tensing up.  Neville grabbed her by the hair and they carried her in, writhing and twisting.  She didn't appear to like being carried by her hair, and her screams got louder and more intense as if she was actually being hurt.  
    They laid her down on the sofa in the living room.  Neville immediately began trying to remove her pants.  "Easy, Neville," I said, "we agreed not to unwrap the package, until tomorrow.'
     "Well then what are we going to do with her tonight'" he asked.
    "Tonight, we're going to teach her how to use her mouth, remember'"  I asked.
     "Yeah, okay, but first thing tomorrow, understand Kirk?"
     "Sure, like we agreed Nevvy." I said.
     "And I want to sniff it, now, Kirk.'
     "Sure Nevvy, have at it." I said.
     Neville walked over to the girl and lifted her up by her legs.  He was a strong man and was able to do it quite easily.  He brought her cunt over to his nose and took a deep sniff.  "I can't smell anything" he declared, frustrated.  
     "Maybe you need to rub it a little, like a scratch and sniff patch." Bob said laughing.  Neville stuck his fingers on her box and rubbed.  The girl yelled loudly when he did this.  Neville was being too rough.  
     Neville took another sniff and declared "Nope.'
     I remembered back to when we were in school.  Neville was a bully.  "Neville," I said, "remember no rough stuff, we don't want to hurt her tonight, unless we have to, right"  Why don't you remove her tennies and her socks for tonight.'
     Neville removed her shoes and socks and then started sniffing her feet.  He dropped them to the sofa and began sniffing at her sneakers.  He seemed satisfied for a while.  
     "I'm hungry," said Bob, "What have we got to eat around here'"  We all started laughing.  The girl had stopped screaming.  She was now looking at us with her tearful, terrified eyes, wondering what we were all laughing about.  
     "There are some cold cuts in the fridge." I said.  "The bread's in the pantry over there." I said gesturing.  Bob made himself a ham and cheese sandwich and sat down by the table.  The rest of us started looking around for a good place to mount the girl.  
     It didn't take long to find the hooks on the wall that normally were used to aid in butchering deer.  Damned if they weren't at just the right height for the job.  Lance took out his utility knife and slid out the blade again.  We turned the girl over on to her stomach and cut the tape from her wrists.  The girl began flailing about with her fists.  Neville quickly grabbed one arm and I grabbed the other.  
     "Watch what you do with those fists, little lady or somebody's likely to get hurt." I said.  Everybody laughed again.  We dragged her over to the wall and began tying her wrists to the hooks with some ropes that I had brought for the purpose.  
     When we were done, she was hanging face out from the wall, by her wrists, with her ass about a foot off the floor.  Her legs were mostly hanging in the air, and her heels were on the floor.  Her mouth was at a comfortable height for us to insert our dicks into it without having to bend our knees or get on tippy toes.
     Comfortable for us, that is, I'm afraid that she wasn't that comfortable.  Oh well.  
     By then, Bob had finished his sandwich.  He had found some toothpicks.  He broke one so that we could "draw straws" to determine who was going to go first. 
I was perfectly content not to go first, knowing she would need some experience before she would be able to do a good job at the task we had in store for her.  I told Bob that I would go last.  Everybody else picked a toothpick.  Bob wound up going first.  Lance and Neville shot "odds and evens" and Neville got second.  
     "Wait a minute," said Bob, what if she bites me?"
     "Don't worry, I'm sure she won't be any problem." I said.
     Neville walked over to the girl's legs and grabbed one of her feet.  He said "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home'"  When he got to the little piggy that went wee wee wee, he asked "Do you know what will happen to this little piggy if you try to bite us, or if you even touch us with any of your teeth'" he asked.  The little girl shook her head a tearful "No." Neville bit her little toe.  
     The girl screamed the loudest she had yet, and her body shook violently.  She continued to cry and pant for another few minutes as the shock of the injury wore off.  
     "That was just a small sample" said Neville menacingly.  "If you don't do this right, I'm going to bite it right off, understand'"    
     Bob pulled down his pants.  He was sporting an excellent erection.  Not a record breaker by any means, but suitably large.  He was going to present a challenge for this little girl.  I began to worry that he might be too big and the poor girl might wind up losing all of her toes.  "Open up and say ahhhh," Bob said smiling.  The girl was still crying and she hesitated at first.  Neville grabbed her foot and looked her in the eye.  She opened her mouth as wide as she could.
     Bob approached her, closer, closer, closer.  He stuck the tip of his dick inside and said.  "Put your lips around me honey." Then he said "Oh my God!  This is so incredible, I can't stop myself." Bob grunted and jerked his ass forward.  The girl started gagging.  Bob pulled his dick out, covered in cum.  Then the girl puked.  Puke landed all over the girl's blouse, Bob's dick, his pants and the floor.  Somehow none of it had gotten on her pants.  
     "Guess we'll have to strip her now." Said Neville, smiling.   
     "We'll put a shower curtain over her in case it happens again.  We'll clean her up when we've all had our turn with her." I said.  We tore the shower curtain down from the bathroom and draped it over her body, the way a barber drapes the sheet over you before cutting your hair.  
     Neville was next.  He looked around nervously and finally removed his pants.  I guess I'd never thought about it; for a guy his size, Neville had a surprisingly small dick.  Fully extended as it was, it couldn't have been bigger than three inches long.  Plus it was no thicker than a hot dog, the cheap kind.  "Remember about your toes honey." He said to the girl.  "Here it comes.'
     Neville walked right up to the girl and stuck his entire dick inside her mouth.  The girl had no trouble accommodating him.  "Put your lips around it, and put your tongue on it.  Don't forget what will happen if I feel your teeth.'
     Neville began pumping his dick in and out of the poor girl's mouth.  The girl began gagging, but she was able to restrain from puking.  Suddenly Neville stopped.  He sniffed twice and pulled out of the little fuck hole with a dour look on his face.  "She smells of puke." He said, "I can't do this now.  We have to strip her.'
     Neville was right, now that he mentioned it, the smell seemed to permeate the air around us.  "Go for it Neville." I said.  Neville removed the shower curtain and motioned to Lance who gave him the utility knife.  Neville grabbed the knife.  He looked at the girl.  He had this evil smile on his lips.  Kind of half way between a smile and the aggressive look a linebacker gets just before he attempts to sack the quarterback.  "Easy Neville," I said, "just the sweater.  There's no puke on her pants.  Right?"
     "Yeah, just the sweater." He answered dejectedly.  He was so discouraged sounding, I felt a little sorry for him.  The girl began struggling against the bonds, but they were adequate for the task.  She began screaming and twisting her body as best she could to evade Neville's grasp, but to no avail.  Neville grabbed her face and looked her in the eyes, dead on.  We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.
     The girl continued to struggle with Neville, who grabbed her sweater by the neck, stuck the knife violently into the material and began cutting down towards her pants.  The blade passed easily through the material and before you could say "Just cut a slit down her blouse," there was a long slit down the front of her blouse, exposing the alabaster flesh beneath it, along with a training bra.  
     Neville immediately reached for the bra and began to bring the knife over to it.  "Neville, there's no puke on the bra, you're going to have to wait till tomorrow for that." I said.  
     Neville turned to me "But there might be puke on the bra, Can't I do it just in case'"  He really seemed dejected.  I had to empathize with him.  Neville had this expressive face.  His big eyes seemed so sad.  I could see that a little boy was in there who had just had his ball taken away.  "No Neville," I said sternly, "you agreed, remember?"
     Frustrated, Neville threw his fist into the girl's solar plexus.  Her ass rose somewhat as she bent over in agony from the blow.  "Next time don't do it the hard way." He said.
     "Okay." Neville said as he dragged the knife through the material which covered the girl's arms, opening them up and exposing more of the flesh inside.  The girl continued to scream and struggle.  I began to wonder why she had to make the procedure so complicated.  I looked at her eyes.  They reminded me of how Neville looked when I said he couldn't remove the bra.  I felt sorry for Neville again.  
     By then, Neville had dragged the knife through the material covering both of her arms.  Neville grabbed the sweater by the back of the neck and pulled.  The sweater slid easily off her body.  "Ta-da" Neville sang.  Then he threw the sweater to the floor on the other side of the room.  
     Except for the girl's bra, her chest was now completely exposed, right down to her belly button.  (She had an innie.)  Neville placed his hands on her shoulders, and brought them down over her bra and down her chest.  "God, she's soft." Neville said.  "Maybe, I'll just rub my dick across her chest and jerk off, instead of using her mouth." Neville said.  "Naaaaaa.  Open up honey.  Here comes daddy, remember no teeth, or no toes, right?"
     The girl opened her mouth and Neville approached her, rubbing his legs and knees against the flesh of her stomach.  He stuck his dick into her mouth and began flexing his ass.  "Close your lips around me baby.  Put your tongue against it.  That's right bitch. Mmmmmm." He said.  "You're going to provide a lot of pleasure for me and my friends, you little whore.  Too bad you won't be able to enjoy it as much as we do.  Maybe you will enjoy it you little tramp.  You look like a young little slut to me, just like my sister, Amy." He said.  
     Suddenly, everybody looked at Neville wearing a leering smile.  Neville stopped thrusting and brought his hand up to his forehead.  
     "Oh.  Your sister, Amy" said Lance facetiously.  "Remind me to get Amelia's phone number."  
     "Shut up, Lance.  You guys better not say anything about this, or I'll beat the shit out of you." Neville said.  
     "Do you really think anybody's stupid enough to say anything about this'"  I asked.  I looked around, Bob, and Lance's expression suddenly changed.  Maybe they were stupid enough, I thought.  
     Neville went back to his work.  He was leaning his full weight against the girl's body with his legs, and pulling her head forward and back across his dick by her hair.  She was not enjoying herself.  Oh well.  
     "Come on, Fuck toy, start sucking on it." Said Neville angrily.  "Harder, harder, harder.  That's right.  Good girl.  Good tramp.  Ahhhhh. Mmmmmm.  Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh.  Yeahhh, Suck me, you hussy, that's right, fucker, yeah.  Oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh." Neville made several jerking motions with his ass and screamed "Yeahh huhhh huhhh huhhh." Whereas Bob had removed his member after he began to ejaculate, Neville had his dick inserted all of the way down her throat.  Wellllll three inches of it anyway.  
     The girl began puking again.  We'd forgotten to put the shower curtain back over her.  This time it went all over her chest, her bra, the floor, Neville, her hair and her pants.  So much for my souvenir I thought, I love faded jeans.  I was really looking forward to keeping them.  "Maybe I'll take her panties instead," I thought.  Neville looked up, smiling.  "Can we strip her now'"  He asked.
     "Yeah, Neville.  Go ahead.  You won't sleep tonight unless we do.  And let's not feed her anything." I said.  
     Neville could have simply pulled her pants down to remove them, instead he tried to use the utility knife and inserted it's blade through the belt.  The girl began twisting and turning again.  
     What with Neville, being the clumsy oaf that he was, I began to worry about the girl.  "Just pull them down Nevvy, we don't want to cause any damage to her.'
     "Don't worry, I'll be careful." He said.
     "Give me the knife Nevvy." I demanded sternly.  Neville handed me the knife.  He then began attempting to undo her belt.  The girl continued twisting and turning.  Bob and I grabbed her legs, but she was still fighting us, and Neville could not get the belt open.  Neville drew his hand across her face, making a fairly loud smack.  "Cut it out bitch." He yelled.  The girls face had a look that was a combination of shocked, and pained.  She stopped bucking and began crying again.  Nevvy opened the belt and pulled her pants down from her feet.  "God, her legs are as soft as her stomach," observed Neville.
     Next we addressed the puke which had gotten all over her (formerly) beautiful hair.  Lance said "Too bad about her hair." He took the knife in one hand, and grabbed her hair in his other hand, the girl, looked up at Lance with beautiful sad eyes, and said simply, "It took me six years to grow my hair that long.  Please, don't cut it.  Please, please let's just wash it." These were the first words she had said since I had abducted her.  
     Lance stared down at her and said, "don't worry honey, It'll just get in the way anyhow." Then Lance took the knife and slashed it across her hair near her head.  Not being a beautician, Lance did a poor job of cutting her hair off.  When he was done, she looked rather like a boy with a really shitty, long haircut.  Lance went to stroke the hair which he had cut off, but then he remembered the puke on it and thought better of it.  
     The girl was wearing an opaque pair of panties with little red hearts on it.  The material was too thick to allow anybody to see through it to her cunt.  Neville stuck his hand inside them.  "Neville, she doesn't have puke on her panties.  Leave them alone." 
     Neville's face took on a look of frustration and great discouragement.  I felt sorry for him.  The girl's face took on an expression that was a combination of pain, fear, humiliation and great sadness.  Oh well.  
     Now it was Lance's turn.  "God, this is so fucking erotic." Before anybody could say anything, he gently stuck his hand inside the girl's panties and began feeling her soft vagina.  
     "Lance, stop it!  We agreed not to crack her open until tomorrow." I said.
     "Well, Neville was inside." Lance said.
     "Yeah, but I didn't get to feel anything" Neville said.  "Come on," Lance said to me, "what are you waiting for"  She ain't getting any younger, you know." He said to me.
     "All right.  We'll all take a peek and a quick feel.  But no going inside her yet.  Agreed'"  Everybody shook their heads in agreement.  "Neville, you've been chomping at the bit this whole time, why don't you do the honors." I said.  
     Neville smiled widely.  He looked like a boy staring at a birthday present.  He had this gleam in his eye as he started toward the girl.  The girl was already bucking, wriggling, twisting and writhing.  The way she was protesting, you would have thought we were going to kill her.  (Well not yet.)  
     For Neville, the action was unusually delicate.  Despite her motions, he placed one hand inside the panties, then placed the other hand inside.  He brought his hands to the sides.  And then, slowly, he began to pull them down, inch by inch.  It was quite a few seconds before he'd brought the elastic band below her golden triangle.  The girl had cemented her legs together and they were hampering Neville's efforts to remove them.  Neville continued to patiently drag them down until they came off her feet.  Neville tossed the panties into a corner of the room, and I made a mental note of where they had landed.  
     Neville stopped to admire his work.  The girl still had her legs together.  All we could see at that point, was a small valley leading out from where they joined.  I looked up, and Bob, Lance and Neville, all had the same expression of awe on their faces.  I guess I had that expression too.  Bob and Lance each grabbed one of the girl's legs.  She fought tooth and nail to keep them together, but her dainty little legs were no match against the strength of two full grown men.  When they parted, her cute, little, hairless, beautiful, vagina popped into sight.  As you would expect, it was mostly flesh colored, except her labia minora, which were quite large for someone her size, were actually more of a purplish color, with maroon fringes.
     We all stared intently at the amazing sight.  I hadn't seen the likes of it since my daughter was one year old, and that time, it was covered in shit.  "Okay who's going to feel her first"  And Lance, you've already gotten a feel so you're going to go last.  Oh and we all agreed, nobody's allowed to go inside.  Right'"  I repeated.  They all shook their heads.  
     Bob got his toothpicks out again and we drew straws.  I got first.  Bob and Neville did "rock, paper, scissors" to see who would go second.  Neville, who had "rock" (of course, Neville always took rock) won second.  The girl began bucking again.  Lance and Neville grabbed her legs and pressed down above her calf muscles.  I kneeled down between her legs.  The girl's body began shaking uncontrollably.  "Don't worry, little girl, we're not going to hurt you, we're just going to examine you.  Like at the doctor's office, except downstairs.  Okay?"
     Bob whispered in my ear.  "It's wrong to lie to her.'
     I looked up at Bob, incredulity in my eyes.  I whispered into his ear, "Everything we're planning to do to her and you think it's wrong to for me to lie to her"  Are you kidding?"
     "Please don't do this.  My mother said I shouldn't let people do things like that to me." The girl said.  Neville burst into a fit of laughter.  The others smiled.  "It's okay, sweetie.  Your mother won't be mad at you because you're not "letting" us do it, we're doing it without you letting us.  Get it'"  I said.  "And, if you keep real still, we're not going to hurt you, okay'"  The girl shook her head implying that she understood and began crying again.  
     With her wrists still tied to the hooks, and her mid section still about a foot off the floor.  I reached down and placed my hand gently on her vagina.  It was warm, and soft, and smooth.  After touching it briefly, I got an irresistible urge to delve inside.  The girl's sobbing became noticeably louder.  One of her teardrops fell on my hand.  I flipped her purple pussy lips back and forth, but I didn't open them.  (A deal is a deal after all, I consider myself an honorable man.)  I reached back and placed my finger on the entrance to her butt hole.  Her ass cheeks reflexively squeezed against my finger.  I withdrew my hand and licked off the teardrop, which had fallen there.  It was a delicious mixture of salty and sweet.
     Now it was Neville's turn.  He'd already bitten her toe, punched her in the solar plexus, stripped her naked and hurt her several other times.  The girl eyed him with a mixture of trepidation, alarm and animosity.  "Remember Nevie, not inside.  Okay'"  Neville nodded and placed one of his fat fingers on her asshole.  He took it away, and held it to his nose.  "Scratch and sniff'"  He asked.  Then he placed his other hand on her muffin and rubbed it around for a while.  "Neville, not inside, damn it." 
     "Okay, okay." Neville grabbed her cunt lips and gave them a brisk tug.  The girl screamed briefly, then settled down.      
     Bob had been naked down below ever since the girl had puked on his pants.  So was Neville, whose tiny dick was hard again.  It was Bob's turn now.  He reached down and placed his open hand over the box.  "God this is so hot," he said.  His hand lingered over her soft pussy lips and didn't move.  Lance who was still waiting for his turn began staring at him, burning a hole in the back of his head with his eyes.  Finally, Bob moved his hand and stroked across her ass cheeks.  From where we were standing, we all could see her vagina retract as her muscles pulled back, responding to the stimulation.  (It was like the eighth wonder of the world.)
     Finally it was Lance's turn.  He removed all of his clothing.  He had a tremendous hard-on.  It was more than three times Neville's in length, and better than twice as thick.  He placed his arm around the girl's neck and reached downward with his other arm.  "Beautiful!"  He said grabbing her little pussy.  Lance continued holding her cunt.  "Open your mouth real wide" he said to the girl.  Then he began sticking his penis into her mouth.  "It's my turn, remember'"  He said to the rest of us.  
     Lance started slowly.  He didn't expect the tiny  mouth to be able to accept his giant penis.  Most full grown women had trouble doing it.  He stuck the tip in gently.  To his amazement, the girl was able to open wide enough so that her teeth didn't touch him.  
     When she put her lips around the head of his dick, he groaned with satisfaction.  "God, it's warm, and soft in here.  He stuck it in another inch.  Still no resistance.  By now the girl had placed her tongue on his dick head and began sucking.  "This is so incredible," Lance said, sticking his pride in another inch. 
     He was now in as deep as Neville had gone (not really a great accomplishment for him) but the girl was doing a sensational job.  The girl seemed to be handling it really well.  Her tongue was lying across the bottom of his dick, (the sensitive part where the head meets the shaft) and she was sucking it with all of her might.  The girl was a natural.  We were looking forward to spending the rest of the weekend with her.
     Lance went in another inch.  This time, the girl stopped sucking.  She began trying to say something, but Lance's dick was making it impossible to understand her.  Lance pulled most of the way out, and then plunged his dick back in, about halfway.  The girl began vocalizing again.  Her eyes became frantic.
     Lance pulled out again and then went back in.  This time his dick went in up to the six inch mark.  The girl began screaming.  You couldn't understand what she was saying, but it was obvious from her face and the tone of her voice.  The vibrations caused by her screaming though, felt sensational for Lance, and he began pumping faster and faster.  The girl began gagging and coughing.  Tears were running down her cheeks.  Her eyes were wild and panicked.  She was obviously screaming, but much of the time, Lance had completely closed off her airway, silencing her.  
    Lance now had almost all of his dick inside her.  Lance suddenly squeezed his ass cheeks together.  He screamed "Yaaaaa hooooooo" and came deep inside her throat.  When he pulled out, the girl began coughing.  Suddenly, she seemed to catch what she was trying to bring up.  When she coughed again, out came a substantial amount of Lance's sperm.  He had shot it down into her lungs.
     "Holy shit!"  Said Neville, "That's funny." He began laughing maniacally again.  
     It was my turn to get a blowjob now.  I went over to the girl, placed my hand gently alongside on her face and said "You okay honey'"  
	'No," she said, "I feel sick." Then she puked again.  I was amazed.  I had no idea such a little girl like that could vomit that much stuff.  Oh well.  Bob brought over the dampened bath towel we had used to clean her off before and wiped her down again.  
     "What's your name honey'"  I asked.  
     She was still crying.  "Roxanne." She said.  "But everybody calls me Roxy." 
     "What time do you usually go to bed'"  I asked.  
     "Eight o'clock on weeknights, but I get to stay up till nine on weekends.  She said.
     "Do you ever stay up later than nine'"  I asked.
     "No, I start falling asleep if I stay up too late." 
     "Well, I'm afraid we're going to be keeping you up a little later than usual tonight.  But we'll help keep you awake, I don't think you'll have a problem." I said.
     Suddenly she looked up embarrassed.  She looked around the room at us until her eyes finally met mine.  "What's the matter Roxy'"  I asked.  
    "I have to go potty." She said quietly, to me.  
    "I can help you with that." I said.  I went to the kitchen and got out a large pot, and placed it underneath her.  She was still suspended by the hooks, so it was easy.
     "Please." She said, "I don't want to go, in front of all these people." 
     "Nobody's going to think any worse about you, if you go potty, dear.  Besides, we have to watch you to make sure you aren't going to try to escape.  You understand that, don't you?"
     "Please, don't make me do this.  Send those people away; You can watch me to make sure I don't escape, okay?"
     The girl was more concerned about us watching her go poo than she was about giving us all blowjobs.  Go figure.  "You're just going to have to make doo.  Get it"  Make "doo.'"  She began crying, I don't think she got the joke.  Oh well.  
     To make a long story short, she peed some, then she dumped a couple clumps of shit into the pot, then she peed again.  The air got thick with the smell of excrement and to a lesser degree, urine, but it was better than puke.  The four of us watched with amusement and amazement.  The girl looked up embarrassed, at our smiling faces.  I began wondering what her face was going to look like when things began getting extreme. 
     "Anybody want some souvenirs'"  I asked, pointing to the two turds in the pot.
     We used the towel to wipe her off.  Neville began sticking his tongue in and out, suggesting that he'd rather be the one cleaning her off.  I remained straight-faced, stoic, adamant, nothing like that was going to happen until tomorrow.  
     I removed my clothing.  "It's my turn." I said.  I approached the girl.  My erection was firm.  My dick was somewhere in the range of a normal sized penis.  Something between Lance's Whopper and Neville's White Castle.  After watching the girl accept Lances humongous organ, I was sure she would have no trouble with mine.  
     "Okay, baby.  Don't be scared." I said.
     "I'm not scared." She replied.  Her eyes said otherwise.  For the first time since I'd abducted her, I felt sorry for her.  "Oh God," I thought, "how was I going to feel on Sunday?"
     Pretend it's a large warm popsicle and you have to suck the flavor off of it." I said, as I approached the girl.  She started crying again, but she opened her mouth.  
     The girl already knew what I wanted her to do.  She was obviously a fast learner.  Her experience with my friends apparently had prepared her.  She opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes.  She was making this easy.  I entered her mouth gently, sticking just the head of my dick inside.  She immediately placed her lips around me and stuck her tongue at the bottom of my dick, wrapping it around.  She was already doing more for me than most of the women I had dated.  
     I was savoring the delicious sensations of her warm, sensuous mouth when she brought her head forward and took my entire member inside her.  I fit perfectly.  She began putting pressure on the bottom of my dick with her tongue, squeezing it onto the ridged area at the top of her mouth and throat and sealing me in with her lips.  
     I was expecting to have to do all of the work with this newbie, but to my surprise, she began moving her head back and forth.  "God, this is incredible," I thought.  I closed my eyes and saw her hairless vagina in my mind then I opened them and there it was.  She had spread her legs for me to see.  
     "Maybe she's not actually a fast learner," I thought, "maybe she's already fully trained." I wondered if perhaps an uncle of hers, had come to babysit for her and had already helped himself to her charms.  I closed my eyes again and imagined her giving pleasure to her uncle.  She continued moving her head, stimulating me and applying sensational suction to my member.  I was getting close now, pressure was beginning to build up inside my prostate and balls.  My asshole was twitching and the girl's mouth began feeling more and more wonderful.  
     I looked back down at her tiny, barren pussy.  Suddenly, my body lurched forward, smashing her head lightly into the wall behind her.  
     As I squeezed my ass cheeks together, wad after wad of sperm pumped into her mouth.  "Oh, God." I said.  "I love you." When I looked around, Bob, Lance and Neville were all staring at me in disbelief, with their heads cocked sideways.  I turned red.  
     Suddenly the girl puked again.  So much for her being already trained.  
     We all ate a quick dinner of cold cut sandwiches.  When we were done, we resumed our amusing ourselves with her mouth.  Amazingly, as the night began to go on, she became better and better as we taught her new tricks, which she learned and put them into practice. 
     Around midnight, she became too tired to do a good job.  We'd each had about four turns with her and the novelty had worn off anyway.  We were all worn out (literally) and the girl kept falling asleep right in the middle of things.  
     We'd wake her up of course, but she'd just fall right back asleep again.  She just wasn't as much fun as she had been at first.  Neville smacked her in the face really hard in frustration several times, once even causing her nose to bleed, but she just wasn't any use to anyone the way she was.  
     We removed the ropes, which bound her to the hooks and retied her arms and legs with several layers of tape, then we threw her onto the sofa for the night.  
     We said our prayers and went to bed.  

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     I didn't sleep well.  I had disturbing nightmares, which kept waking me up.  I don't remember what they were about, but I think I might have been dreaming about the things we were planning to do to the girl, that day.  I was still looking forward to the day's activities, but I had to wonder what was up with the dreams.  
     Lance and Bob told me that they also had nightmares that night.  Neither one of them could remember shit about their dreams either, but they too had been up and down all night.
     Neville said he had slept like a "baby on downers," all night and couldn't imagine what might have disturbed us.  
     We went into the living room to check on the girl.  She had apparently wriggled off the sofa and hopped halfway across the room towards the kitchen, before falling down.  At that point she found it impossible to get back up off the floor.  She had a fairly large bruise on her head from the fall.  We cleaned the blood off the wound and agreed to be more careful restraining her that night.  We threw her back on the sofa and had breakfast.  
     After breakfast, we went into the living room.  "I'm hungry," the girl said.  "Can I please have something to eat'"  
     Not wanting to fuel her puke reflex any more, we refused.  I felt a little sad doing that, but oh well. 
     Neville got this big sarcastic smile on his face.  "Can we take off her bra now'"  He asked.  
     "Go for it!"  I said.  
	Neville asked Lance for his knife.  The girl began crying again.  Lance gave him the knife, and Neville quickly cut the straps and back of the bra, and pulled it from her body.  The bra came off revealing nothing.  Literally.  There was really nothing there to get excited about.  Her tits were smaller than most boy's were.  
     "Why'd she bother to put on a bra'"  Neville asked.  
     Her practically nonexistent tits were small, pale, and uninteresting.  Her areolas were light tan, and her nipples were smaller than a match head.  In frustration, Neville grabbed her nipples with his stubby fingers, pinched them and then twisted his hands.  The girl screamed and writhed until he let go.  At that point, her areolas became kind of bumpy, like goose bumps maybe, and her tiny nipples stood on end.  
     We had all pretty much been waiting for this moment.  Neville lifted the girl onto his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom.  There, at the far end of the room was a brass four-poster bed.  Neville tossed her down onto the bed face up.  
     As we each grabbed one of her limbs, the girl fought tooth and nail to resist us.  It was of course, no use.  The tiny thing was just no match for four grown men.  We pulled her limbs taught and tied them to the corresponding posts of the bed.  
     We stepped back to admire our work.  There she was, spread eagle, inexorably tied to the four posts of the giant bed.  It was a work of art.  This beautiful body, laid out so invitingly on this antique bed, which now seemed as if it had originally been created with this in mind.  
     The girl began crying again.  Her areolas, such as they were, became rough, and covered with goose-bump like nubs and her nipples such as they were, stuck out firmly, about an eighth of an inch.  Her hands seemed to be trying to reach down and cover her now prominently displayed snatch, which of course, she couldn't.  She must have been terribly embarrassed in this position.  I couldn't think of a more humiliating position for anyone to be in.  For a moment I felt sorry for her.  Oh well.
     I got a deck of cards out of a drawer and we cut to see who was going to do the honors.  Lance had high card.  He bent over the bed, and gently pulled the Girl's pussy lips apart.  We all peered inside.  Four mouths opened in synchrony and silently formed the word "Wow." 
     Inside, it was deep pink.  With her labia minora agape as they were, her vagina appeared to be some kind of incision, perhaps a knife wound.  Lance pulled her lips apart some more, revealing what we had all come to see.  With our eyes transfixed on our prize, we now beheld the secret that had been denied us all of our lives.  
     There, between her legs, perfectly framed by her labia minora, surrounded by a wreath of pink flesh was her hymen.  There, in the center, glistening, and splendid, was a translucent area with three little holes in a triangular formation.  Once again, our jaws dropped as we quietly mouthed the word "Wow." 
     So beautiful, so innocent, so sad, the girl just laid there and closed her eyes.  As she did so, tears simultaneously fell from the corners of each of her eyes.  I tried to remain aloof, but I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her.  I started becoming sick.  I began to wonder how I was going to carry out the savage acts we had planned for her that day and the next.
     I looked up.  Neville was leering at her with a smile on his face, reveling in her humiliation and shame.  "Who's going to get to break her in'"  He asked.  
     "Take it easy, Neville, we wanted to get some pictures first.  I said.  I wondered, "Did I really want to "take pictures of her," or did I actually want to just "take her'"  Or perhaps, I was experiencing remorse at what we were planning to do to her, and was trying to delay it as long as I could." 
     "Was I that much of a pussy'"  I wondered.  "Was I developing a conscience"  Bullshit we had planned this escapade to the letter and now we were going to fulfill our wildest fantasy's." I thought.
    Good idea, said Lance.  I want my picture to be taken with her first.  He ran to get the camera.  It was a fairly good brand of digital camera.  It was going to take some wonderful pictures.  
     "Bob, you take the pictures, it's your camera, you know what you are doing." Lance lay down on the bed with his balding head about two inches from the girls slot and smiled.  Bob clicked a dozen times.  
     "Hold it open, Lance, let's get some photos of her cherry before we break it.  We won't be able to do that after we do.  Bob began to snap pictures from every angle of her virgin vagina.  
     Then Bob said, "let's all lie on the bed next to her so we can get a group shot." We all lay on the bed as best we could, smiling as the camera, which was on automatic control, took pictures.  "Wait a minute," said Neville.  He reached back, grabbed the girl's head and held it up.  "Now we have everybody in the shot." He said.    
        Bob proceeded to take pictures of the group, along with single pictures of each of us, with our faces smiling from just below her exposed vagina.  From the sides, with our dicks hanging out on top of her legs, while jerking off and squirting sperm on her stomach, her face, her hair, and her legs.  
     "Can we crack her open now'" asked Neville.  I looked at my watch.  Apparently, our fun and games had taken all morning.  It was eleven thirty.  "Let's have lunch first." I said.  
     "Lunch isn't what I'm hungry for." Said Neville.  "Let's get started and work up a good appetite first." We had a show of hands, but that left the decision split.  Bob was hungry too, and Lance wanted to get the ball rolling.  Being that the adventure had been my idea from the first, I felt I should be in charge, and told everybody that since our vote was split, we should wait, which is what the plan had been all along.  
     Lance didn't care that much, but Neville protested.  "You've been putting this off all day Kirk.  Are you getting soft'"  He asked.
     This really bothered me.  "Neville might be right, I was wondering the same thing," I said to myself.  "We have a plan, we should stick to it." I said at last.
     "But after lunch, we open her up.  Right'"  Asked Neville.  
     "That's the plan." I said.  
     We sat down and had frozen pizzas, and beer.  Not too glamorous a menu, but none of us wanted to delay the fun and games for too long, so that had to pass for a hot meal.  There was a case of beer in the fridge, and Neville began drinking can after can.  
     Neville was not the sort of person what one would call simpatico.  He was an imposing figure, tall, dark haired, muscular, a tattoo of the devil on his forearm with the letters DAD underneath it.  Massive fingers which looked like small sausages.  He seldom smiled and when he did, watch out.  He had the kind of features, which screamed of attitude, bad attitude.  
     He was the type of guy, that if you saw him, while walking down the street, you probably would get a strong impulse to cross to the other side of the street.
  During the day, at work he operated a wrecking ball.  He really liked his work.  I guess he was able to work out many of his frustrations by pulverizing old buildings.  
     Normally, Neville was an okay person by the time he finished a day of work.  When he drank, however, Neville was a son-of-a-bitch.  You know the type.  He'd become touchy, angry, paranoid, and with a chip on his shoulder the size of a small car. 
     It didn't take much to get him started.  He was always engaging in fights.  Just look at him cross-eyed, and he was off.  By now, he had finished his fourth beer and was tapping his fingers on the table.  I was beginning to worry.  
     "Come on Neville, you've had enough beer." I said.  
     Neville was not impressed.  "I'm just biding my time till we get started." He said.  "Can we get started now'"  
     I looked around, all of us had finished our meal, everyone, was tapping their fingers, looking at me.  "Okay," I said.  "How are we going to decide who gets to break her in'"  I asked.  
     "Let's cut cards again, whoever gets high card will get first crack, get it"  First "crack.'"  Said Bob.  
     "Okay, let's get a few more pictures first, this will be our last shot at this.  Get it last "shot.'"  I said.    
     Neville said "I'm not waiting any longer, Kirk.  You've been doing your best to postpone this.  Now I'm tired of waiting for your pussy ass to decide.  If you don't do it now, I'm going to do it now."
     "Okay.  Get the cards Bob." I said.
     Bob got the cards from the other room.  I cut to an Ace, Lance got a queen, Neville got an eight and Bob got a three.  "Guess I go first." I said.  
     "I'll give you five hundred dollars if you let me take your turn." Said Lance.  
     "Sorry, Lance, this is a million dollar opportunity, and I probably wouldn't sell it even for that." I said.  "I'm going to take my time with her, I want this experience to last forever.  Maybe you guys want to play some Crazy Eights while you're waiting, so you won't get bored." I said.  
     "We won't get bored, Kirk.  We'll just stand around and watch, should be plenty interesting.  Besides, someone needs to watch to make sure nobody comes inside her.  We don't want anybody polluting her body.  You do remember the deal, don't you'"  
     "I remember.  Nobody comes inside her holy temple, or in her brown rosette, which If you'll remember we aren't going to explore till later, right'"  I said.
     All eyes were on me as I climbed onto the double bed and lay down along side of her.  "I'm going to do something to you which we are both going to remember as long as we live." I stroked what was left of her hair and kissed her gently on the face.  She began crying.  
     "I'm not going to enjoy this, am I'"  She asked, her tears rolling down her cheeks onto the bed sheet.
     "Maybe you will," I said.  "To tell you the truth, It's not the worst thing that can happen to a person and many women do actually enjoy it.  I'll go slow and I'll be gentle with you.  I think if you relax and just let it happen naturally, it will be over soon and it probably won't hurt too much.  And yes, you might actually enjoy too.  The girl closed her eyes again, two tears simultaneously fell and landed on the bed sheet.
     I stroked her hair again and kissed her gently on her neck.  Then I leaned over and stuck my tongue into her ear.  The girl shivered and writhed as best she could, tied up as she was.  Then the girl looked up at me with a trusting though desperately frightened look.  This time, my heart stopped beating in my chest, and I felt a terrible cold breath of air against my shoulders.  Goose bumps appeared on my arms.  Sympathetic tears formed briefly in my eyes.  I wondered how I was going to execute the brutal acts we had planned for her later that day and the next.  
     "What are you fucking around for'" asked Bob angrily.  
     "I'm savoring the moment," I said.  There was stress in my voice I hoped that the others hadn't heard it.  "Do, or die." I said to myself.  The others were not going to allow me the luxury of not joining in on this horrible action.  We had a deal, to insure that nobody decided to renege on this venture and to insure nobody told the cops.  Plainly, we all had to do what we had intended to do, or whoever didn't would be killed by the rest of us.  
     "Well'"  Asked Neville.
     I kissed the girl platonically on the mouth, and then brought my lips downstairs.  I steeled myself, I shut the window to my soul, snuffed out the candle of humanity, which had been burning inside of me, and began.
     I stuck out my tongue.  I reached pay dirt almost instantly.  My tongue gently ruffled the curtains at the doorstep of the entrance to her tiny love hole, and began to dig around the platform between them.  I began to savor the flavor at the threshold of her silken cave.  
     Slowly, I began lapping up the incredible flavors, which surrounded this, the most intimate of areas.  Slowly and deliberately, I began to enter the golden chamber which was this girl's virgin cunt.  I can't describe the flavor well, but even today, I can still taste the salty, sweet, creamery broth, which comprised the area of her vagina.  Not a heavy flavor, like older women have, but light, like a delicate meat.  I wished I had all day to do what I had to do, but I knew Lance was probably pacing the floor by now wondering if I was going to take all day.  
     I had anticipated this moment for months while we had planned this little caper, so I knew what I was going to do next.  I licked her vagina back to front one more time, to get a last taste of her delicious cream.  I was delighted to find it was everything I had expected it to be.  Then, I covered the entire area of her vulva with my mouth and began sucking.  Her organs began to form a convex curve as they were drawn into my mouth.  With that, I grabbed her outer lips with my fingers and pulled them apart.  I could feel some stretchiness as I did that.  I began forcing my tongue against the three little holes on the translucent part, inside the wreath like ring.  I could feel the tip of my tongue grabbing hold of one of the holes as it pushed against the area.  Slowly, the hole became larger and larger as my tongue nudged through.  
     Suddenly, my tongue burst through the ring and entered the sacred chamber, which had been hidden behind the holes, all her life.  I tasted her warm, salty, sweet, broth like cream, over my entire tongue, followed by the taste of blood, whereupon the girl screamed a wild "ouch." 
     I was ready for that.  I began lapping up the mess as if it was at the bottom of a container of yogurt and I was starving.  Yogurt"  Not really.  Starved"  Yes I was.  I cleaned her out.  Suddenly, the girl stopped tensing up and began kind of shivering, not a bad shivering, a good kind.  She began saying "Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhh, when I licked, as if she had just been freed from a dungeon and was basking in sunlight for the first time in years.  
     I stopped licking and said.  "Okay honey, this is the good part.  I climbed up over her legs and chest and placed my fully erect penis on the outside of her holy temple.  I pushed slowly inside, and offering no resistance, the walls of her silk lined cavern gave way, swallowing my soft sword entirely.  It fit just perfectly.  The girl screamed another "ouch" as my manhood seemed to break through something again.  Then she began shivering again and saying "Ohhuhuhuhuhuhuh" repeatedly.  My penis felt as if it was encased in velvet.  Like a hand in a rabbit skin glove.  Like a sword in its golden scabbard.  Like it was meant to be inside there.
     I reached over to kiss her face and she began undulating like a belly dancer.  Her hips began heaving and falling.  It was as if she was dancing underneath me.  I just placed my arms around her neck and held on for dear life.  This tiny girl was offering me an unbelievable experience.  One I would never forget.  "God, what a natural." Could you imagine if she loved me and we did this"  "Oh God, if only I had waited, say seven years, and then began dating her, this could be our wedding night.  "I'm sorry," I said to her at last. 
     I looked down at her face.  There was a look of trust and confidence in her sad, sad eyes, as she stared back at me.  There she was giving herself entirely to me.  How could I now betray her.  I began to feel sick.  
     Normally by now I would be planting my root deep inside her flower pot, but this beautiful little girl was doing all of the work for me.  She was giving me a wild, fantastic, sensuous ride without of the hassle of having to perform any of the normal grunting, sweaty, calisthenics such intimacy normally required.  And she seemed to be enjoying it.
     I began developing a healthy respect for this girl.  I looked back at her face, she was smiling.  And there was something there in her expression, in her eyes"  It was love.  Oh my God, and I loved her too.  I wanted to keep her.  How could I now share this tiny, sensitive person with my gross cronies, knowing that they were planning to defile her, degrade her, desecrate her, dirty her,  disgrace her, dishonor her, damage her and finally destroy her.  Those animals, those disgusting beasts, they didn't deserve her.  What right did they have to her, now that she was mine?"
     I looked up.  Everybody was staring at me.  Bob was still taking pictures of us.  Neville was sitting on an easy chair impatiently drumming his stubby fingers against the padded arm of the chair.  Lance was watching my every move.  I wanted to get rid of them all so that I could give this woman the attention she deserved.  "Woman." Oh God, why did I have to think of her that way, it seemed to transform her into a real person.  Up until now I was perfectly comfortable with doing what we were planning.  
     Just a few hours ago, as far as I was concerned, she might have been just a rubber doll, inanimate, unfeeling, possessing no apparent sentience, or spirit.  Now she was real, human, flesh and blood, with a pulse, and a heartbeat and a real, live, sensitive soul that we were planning to abuse, torture and destroy.  I couldn't stand it.  I had to do something.  My erection softened and dissolved inside her as my libido became suppressed by an even greater need.  A need for survival.  I didn't care.  I looked down, Roxy seemed a little discouraged.
     "How," I wondered, "was I going to save this damsel in distress from the fire breathing dragons that had gathered outside her door"  Dragons who were planning to roast her alive rend her flesh and then eat her.  How was I going to defend myself from the hoard of huge diabolical monsters, armed without even so much as a shield'"  The odds were definitely not in my favor.  
     I pulled out from the warm bath within which I had been encased, feeling guilty and responsible.  This was all my fault, I knew I had to provide the solution.  Adrenaline began surging through my bloodstream.  My hands began shaking, my heart was pumping a mile a minute as I readied myself for the battle which I knew must certainly be fought.  A battle against all odds, in which I had to be victorious.  Not for myself, but for this tiny beautiful jewel which I had endangered, so thoughtlessly.  
     My path was clear.  I had caused the problem, it was up to me, and me alone to correct this problem.  I got up.  "You done'" asked Lance excited about being next.
     "Yeah, I'm done Lance." I said.  Unarmed and naked, at least I had the element of surprise on my side.  I hauled off and caught Lance completely off guard, on the chin.  He went right down.  Neville and Bob jumped to their feet.  
     "What's going on here'" asked Bob who had apparently already figured it out.  
     "I'm leaving," I said.  "and I'm taking Roxy with me." 
     "Over my dead body." Screamed Neville who was now behind me.
     "Have it your way." I said, answering Neville.
     "Get him." Said Bob who began to close in on me.  
     Of the two of them, Neville was definitely the more dangerous one.  If he got his hands on me, I might not be able to get them off me.  I whirled around and kicked Neville in the knee with my bare foot.  Neville screamed loudly but continued coming at me.  
     Bob reached me next, and swung at me with his fist.  I dodged the punch and continued my follow through right into Neville's open arms.  Uh oh.  Neville closed his arms, sealing me inside a bear hug, whereupon he began tightening his grip.  Bob, now having recovered his balance, drew his arm back to deliver a kill shot.  
     By some miracle, I was able to avert the blow, which continued on into the eye of Neville, who was still off balance.  Neville loosened his grip on me and I was able to escape after I pried one of his arms off of me and spun around out of his other arm, and right into the fist of Bob who caught me in the solar plexus.  
     Winded, I managed to recover before either of the two of them got too close.  I kicked Neville again, in the same knee I had caught earlier, but Neville still would not go down.  
     With the two of them coming at me at once, I knew my chances of success were slim.  I decided to focus my attention on Bob.  With him out of the way, Neville and I would be essentially even, though I thought I might have a slight advantage based on the way was favoring his right leg somewhat.
     As Neville swung at me, I ducked, and with my arm, I threw Bob's face onto Neville's oncoming fist.  The ploy worked.  Bob staggered back, shaking his head, trying to retrieve the senses, which Neville had just knocked out of him.  A quick turn and a kick, and Bob went down.  Leaving only Neville. 
     A good fighter tries never to lose his temper, or it is likely he will lose his control as well.  This was not true for Neville.  Neville had no control in the first place.  He was pretty much a raging bull, head down, horns out, breath steaming, three hundred twenty pounds of angry muscle.  When he charged at you, there was no stopping him.  Your only option was to move quickly out of the way and to hope you'd picked the right side to move to.  
     I feinted to my left, and fortunately for me, Neville charged to my right.  As he passed me, I spun around and kicked him at the back of the knee.  Neville was pretty much subdued now.  He just didn't know it yet.  That didn't mean that he wasn't still dangerous.  I knew that I was going to have to "total" him before he would stop trying to attack me.  Neville got back up and came at me slowly.  I was now standing in what was essentially a blind alley formed by the bed and two walls of the room.  This time when he came at me, I had nowhere to go to escape him, I kicked him in that same knee again.  Neville began yelling.  Not an anguished yell, more of a war cry.  I began to wish I had been wearing my shoes when I kicked him.  
     Neville came at me slowly.  It was obvious that he was planning on grabbing me in one of his bear hugs and squeezing me like an orange, until all of my juices ran out.  That would be bad.  He was capable of doing that, literally.  Neville was mad now.  I approached him and hit him with a series of rapid blows in the face.  That didn't stop him.  
      Neville now grabbed me around the chest and began squeezing the life out of me with his arms.  I wrapped my hands around his neck.  One of us was going to run out of air first, I was hoping it would be him. 
     We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like hours.  I was getting desperate for air, my vision was beginning to turn dark at the fringes, then, as if I was receding into a tunnel, the fringes of darkness began to close in on me until they pretty much filled my vision.  
     Suddenly, we fell, I on top of Neville.  His grip loosened and I began breathing again.  It took a few minutes for me to recover fully.  Finally, I got up.  
     There, was the girl still on the bed.  "You okay Roxy'"  I asked.
     "Yeah.  Are you okay'"  She asked.
     "Yeah, I'll manage." I said. 
     "Thanks, Kirk." She said.  She stared up at me lovingly.  
     I got some rope and tied up Lance and Bob.  When I got to Neville, he was cold.  A quick check of his jugular proved he was no longer among the living.  "He's dead." I said surprised.
     "I didn't like Neville anyway.  I'm glad you killed him.  He was mean to me." Said Roxy.  
     "Neville was my best friend." I declared angrily.       
     "Your best friend'"  Asked Roxy.  "You should pick your friends more carefully.'
     "Shut up, You didn't know him.  You have no idea.  Be quiet now while I figure out what to do with him, with them and with you, for that matter."
     "I'm sorry." Said Roxy.  "I just wanted you to know that I appreciate what you did for me.'
     "I didn't do that for you, I" I" I don't know why I did that.  Why did you have to smile at me while I was raping you"  Everything would be okay now, Neville would still be alive.  Oh God, why did you have to do that.'
     I looked down at the tiny face.  She couldn't have known what we were planning to do to her, what horrors she had saved herself from.  And now she was apologizing to me.  I felt sick.  I went to the fridge and got a beer out.  I sat down and began drinking it while trying to figure the whole mess out.  
     Bob woke up with the oldest clich, in the book on his lips.  "Uhh, Where am I."then, "Hey!  What's going on"  Why am I tied up'"  
     "Shut up Bob." I said.
     Lance woke up and said "I get it, you want her all to yourself.  Fucking Kirk, you'd better leave some of her for dinner." 
     "Shut up lance." I said.  
     Neville did not wake up. 
     "Uh, what happened to Neville," asked Lance, "he doesn't look so good." 
     "That's because he's dead, Lance." I said.
     "What happened to him'" asked Lance.
     "We tried to kill each other, I won.'
     "I never liked Neville anyway."said Lance.  "What about the girl?"
     "I haven't decided yet." I said matter-of-factly, I took another sip of the beer. 
     "In for a penny, In for a pound, you know.  She's seen all of our faces, knows our names and we're already in too deep to swim out.  We're all facing significant jail time as pedophiles.  They're at the bottom of the totem pole you know.  They're the lowest link of the food chain in prisons." Said Lance.
     "Shut up Lance, I know all of this.  And she doesn't need to hear it all." I said.
     Roxy had heard us, "I won't tell anybody," She said.  "I promise.  Cross my heart, and hope to"  Oh God, please." She began crying again.
     "Shut up, Roxy." I said.  I could feel tears beginning to fill my eyes.  I suppressed them.  I didn't know what to do.  Lance was right about us facing jail time.  He was also right about us being the lowest link in the food chain in prison.  
     Right about then, I began to wish someone had invented a time machine that could plop me back into Friday afternoon, before I had abducted the girl.  
     I decided to think about it some more and got another beer.  
     Four or so cans later, I was just as conflicted, but was now rather drunk.  My back, which Neville had hurt, felt better though, or at least, I wasn't feeling the pain as much.  I wasn't feeling any pain.  My conundrum however, hadn't been solved.
     On the one hand, we were in too deep, my best friend was dead, and my other two friends were tied up, waiting for me to decide what to do.  On the other hand, was this beautiful girl.  A girl who had softened my heart.  Who was depending on me to save her and appeared to love me.  God, if only doing the right thing wasn't so damned risky.  It was more than risky, it was downright suicidal.  
     I felt as if I was stuck between the walls of a trash compactor.  The lesser of evils was still a terrible choice.  Whichever choice that was.  Somehow, I didn't think I could depend on Roxy keeping our secret, so the other choice began looking better and better.  
     Another beer later, and my conscience began to become suppressed.  I wasn't feeling so inclined to confess my sins, and I wasn't feeling so guilty.  I staggered into the bedroom, untied Lance and Bob, left the room and closed the door to the bedroom, headed for another bedroom, whereupon, I closed that door and lay down.  
     A few moments later, I heard Roxy screaming at the top of her lungs.  I put my fingers in my ears and ducked under a pillow, but I couldn't keep the awful sound from filling my head; she was calling my name.  It was too much to take.
     "That fucking bitch." I thought, "Eight cans of beer, two doors, my fingers in my ears and a pillow over my head, and she was still getting to me." I had been feeling sorry for her, but now I was mad.  "What right did she have getting inside of my head like that"  That manipulative bitch, I'll bet she was used to getting her way all the time at home.  That princess, that conniving little cunt.  And now she was trying to wrap me around her little finger, as I was sure she was used to doing all the time, at home.  No fucking way!  I wasn't falling for it." 
     An icy cold draft seemed to blow over me and I found myself back in the bedroom, watching Lance assault the devious little slut with his oversized shlong.  
     Roxy saw me enter the room and began tugging at me with her eyes, trying to catch my gaze as if somehow she could fool me into doing her bidding again.  No more.  A smile came to my lips as I watched Lance doing his thing, repeatedly plugging his giant shaft into her tiny fuck hole.  
     Blood was trickling out of her hole as Lance continued his task.  "Lance, you tearing her apart"  Or is she still bleeding from the defloration?"
    "I don't know she still seems pretty tight to me.  I don't think I've damaged her." 
     "Well we'll find out when you're finished, I guess.  Don't soil her, we have to keep things clean, remember."  
     Lance continued shaking the bed for about half an hour.  
     Though Roxy continued to scream my name and looked towards me over and over, I avoided her glance and waited patiently for Lance to finish.  Finally Lance was done.  He pulled out and spurted a copious amount of semen on the triangle formed where her legs met her chest, in several bursts.  Roxy gagged several times, but she was pretty much out of anything to puke, after having been deprived of food and following the previous evening's escapades. 
     "All we agreed upon, was not to come inside her, right'"  Said Lance smiling.
     Bob got a fresh towel from the bathroom and wiped her clean.  Then he started.  "Well, she doesn't seem broken," he said.  "In fact, she's really tight."   
     "Everybody seems tight to me," said Lance with a smirk.
     The idea of a young girl, who was all ours was a tremendous turn on for Bob and he came almost instantly.  In defense, I have to point out that he had stood nursing his hard-on, waiting, for more than half an hour while Lance did his thing.  So when he got to his turn, his pump was probably fully primed, and he was hot to trot.  And trot he did.  After only a minute, he pulled out and plopped down on her chest spewing cum between himself and Roxy.  
     "I guess we don't have to wait for Neville now.  You ready to go again'"  Lance asked me.  
     "Well I really didn't get to finish the first time.  Sorry about hitting you guys, I don't know what I was thinking, when I did that.  I'm going to miss Neville.  Oh well." I took the towel and cleaned her off.  I am actually phobic about other people's sperm and was glad everybody had agreed not to soil the doll.  I climbed on top and stuck my dick in her vestibule (the entrance to her vagina.)  
     Roxy tried in vain to catch my gaze, but I refused to look at her.  I turned her head to the side and began licking her earlobe.  I could feel her body writhe beneath me and her vaginal muscles tighten onto my penis.  I went deeper.  Another lick, more writhing, more muscular tightening.  I went deeper.  Now my dick was about halfway in.  This time I placed my lips around her entire ear and licked across.  Roxy squirmed as much as one could, tied up as she was.  Her cunt muscles tightened onto my swollen manhood.  It felt great.  Then I bit down on her earlobe somewhat, she moaned and her body trembled beneath me.  
     I went deeper.  Now I was mostly all of the way inside her.  It felt tremendous, unbelievable, sensuous, tight.  I began thrusting, she was so hot.  I began to think about all the things that we were planning to do to her, it didn't bother me at all now.  It made me hot.  I began to tingle all over, especially in my balls and deep inside my ass.  Another couple of thrusts and I pulled out.  I ejaculated onto the sheet beneath her.  
     "Well," said Bob, "what are we going to do now?"
     "I'm ready for another ride." Lance said with a shrug.
     "Me too."I Said.
     "Go for it Lance." Said Bob, "I'm next." 
     Lance climbed aboard and started plowing away.  Roxy began calling my name over and over "Kirk, please, Kirk, help me.  Kirk, make them stop.  Kirk'"  I didn't care.  I remembered a movie I had once seen about a female demon who would call out your name to catch you off guard, before dragging you to hell.  I wasn't falling for it.  She wasn't going to drag me off to hell.  I was having no problem finding the way by myself.
     I figured Lance had more to offer her, than a girl her size could reasonably be expected to take.  Oh well.  I figured that that meant that afterwards, she would be more satisfied being raped by someone more normal sized, like me.
     Lance took his damned time.  Bob and I waited close to forty minutes for him to finish.  By the time he was finished, Roxy's throat was hoarse from having been screaming the whole time.  Finally, he finished and withdrew, pumping his semen onto the bed sheets on top of mine.  Bob went next and in less than a minute he was finished.  It dawned on me that Bob had been divorced twice, and was at the time, single with no current prospects.  I figured that might have something to do with it.  Bob dumped his load onto the sheets on top of mine and Lance's.  
     "Okay," said Lance.  "We all done with this stage now'"   
     "Well, if it's all the same with you, I'd like to go once more." 
     "Have at her." Lance said making a grand gesture with his arm.
     I placed the towel on top of the sheet beneath her cunt where everybody had dumped their load and decided to try to make friends with Roxy again.  Well friends, is perhaps not too accurate, I wanted to try and bring Roxy to an intense, screaming, squirting orgasm this time.  It was probably going to be her last chance.  Ever.  
     I was okay with what we were going to do to her, but I thought it would be fair to at least, give her one last chance to experience the most intimate of female experiences, once.  
     To that end, I lay down next to her on the bed.  I reached over and kissed her on the lips gently.  Roxy didn't respond.  Neither did she try to avoid me.  I reached over again and this time, I licked her lightly on her lips.  Roxy started crying again, but she opened her mouth apparently to receive my tongue.  I placed my tongue gently into the cavern of her mouth, part way.  Roxy's tongue rose up to touch mine, gently, seductively, the delicate tip of her tongue embraced mine.  I went deeper onto the chasm.  Roxy closed her lips onto my tongue and began rubbing my tongue with hers.  I moved closer until our lips met, Roxy had her tongue flat against mine.  My erection raised up a notch.  Our tongues danced from one mouth to the other, for a while.  Roxy began trembling.  
     I reached my hand over and touched a small delicate nipple on her breast.  It was tiny but firm.  I touched her areola and it had delicate little bumps on them.  Still stroking her breast, I moved my mouth over to her ear and began licking her lobe again.  Roxy's body arched up, straining against the ropes, as she writhed next to me.  I placed my mouth over her ear and ran my tongue across it.  Roxy began trembling again.  
     Then I brought my mouth down over to her breast and began sucking on the beautiful, miniature nipple at the end.  Roxy's trembling became furious.  She moaned gently as she squirmed seductively under my arm.  I reached down and placed my finger at the entrance to her womanhood.  As I rubbed gently back to front, she began to get moist, her writhing and moaning continued.  Soon she began dripping from the slot, which was to be my prize.  While sperm freaked me out, I was definitely not averse to a female's sweet wine, and I was glad we had enforced the rule preventing us from coming within her bounty and nether opening.  I brought my mouth down to her gooey, dripping, hairless, tiny, beautiful, perfect, pussy and began lapping up the sloppy fluids.  She was delicious.  Perhaps the best I'd ever had.  
     I can still remember the taste, delicate, salty, sweet and creamy.  The stimulation of my tongue on her outer sex organs had her wriggling with pleasure, but I had yet to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.  I continued, gently massaging her breasts while licking out her fluids.  Roxy began breathing heavily.  She was no longer crying.  Each time I brought my tongue across her camel toe, she let out a soft moan.  Her eyes were wild, her mouth was wide open in an expression of surprise.  I was accomplishing what I had planned to do.  
     I climbed up again, and resting on my elbows and knees, I began to kiss her again while gently placing my penis in her fertile garden.  Her cookies were now fully moistened and my hard-on went all the way in without any resistance.  
     I began to slowly move my love muscle in and out of her cavern of love.  Her moaning became louder and louder.  I began speeding my action faster and faster.  Her moaning and breathing became synchronized with my action.  Soon she was screaming as loudly as she had been with Lance but in contrast, she was screaming "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes." 
     I had done it.  I had brought her where I wanted to bring her.  It took me a long time to reach my climax, but finally, as she was beginning to lose her voice totally, I got the signal and withdrew, spilling my seed onto the towel beneath her.  Roxy looked up at me and said "Thank you Kirk." Then she began crying again.  I shouldn't have listened to her.  "Oh God," I thought, "why did she have to cry like that'"  I began to obsess over Roxy again.  That vamp was doing it again.  
     Roxy had tied my heartstrings up in knots of conflict.  Now I was sorry I had been nice to her.  I could have just raped her without forethought, generosity or conscience.  I could have just boned her, masturbated inside her cunt, but no, I had to be nice to her and look where it got me.  I tried to harden my heart, but it wouldn't work.  I was sorry for her again.  Now I was going to have trouble doing what we were planning again.  The bitch.  Oh well, maybe the feeling would go away. 
     Lance looked at me again.  "We done on this side'"  He asked.
     "For now, I guess." I answered him.  
     "Let's turn her around then." Lance said.
     We untied the ropes from the bed posts, but left them tied to her wrists and ankles.  I held Roxy down while Lance and Bob tied her legs tightly to the bottom supports at the foot of the bed.  We spread her legs as apart as far as we could.  Roxy was not comfortable.  Oh well.  That's what you get for hanging around after school, I guess.  Then we tied her wrists to the bedposts at the head of the bed.  Lance and Bob pulled the ropes as tightly as they could.  
     When we were done, there was not a millimeter of slack in the ropes.  Roxy kept pleading with us to loosen the ropes, but nobody listened.  Roxy was bent over the bottom edge of the bed.  Her ass was at a ninety degree angle at the corner of the mattress and her legs were spread wide enough to allow a small train through.  I looked at the culmination of our work.  
     There Roxy was, bent seductively over the mattress, with her legs spread.  It was a beautiful sight she had a perfect ass and now it was showing prominently and starkly.  I loved looking at the area just below her buttocks where the muscles formed a recess and her delicate pussy lips showed just a little bit through the hole formed by her legs.  I realized that displayed as she was, one could have their choice of holes.  Both were displayed equally well, there for the taking.
     Bob and I told Lance that he would have to go last.  We were sure that when he went, that he would be tearing Roxy wide open.  Lance was a good sport and agreed.  After Bob and I shot odds and evens, Bob went first. 
     None of us had any experience with back door entry so Bob first tried going into her butthole dry.  That didn't work at all.  Then he tried spitting on her butthole.  That didn't work either.  I went into the bathroom to see if there was anything we could use to lubricate her.  I came back with a shit-eating grin on my face and a tube of Ben-Gay in my hand.  "This was all I could find." I said.  
     Bob reached for it, but I couldn't let him do it.  I had to explain that back at the gym in high school sometimes somebody (Neville was one of those people) would put Ben-Gay inside somebody else's jockstrap as a joke.  Everything would be okay for about ten minutes, long enough to dress out for gym.  Then, slowly the person's balls would begin to burn until the pain became unbearable.  Usually the coach could smell the wintergreen and would let whoever it was, change back into their regular clothes.  All told, it took about an hour before the pain became bearable again.  Ben-Gay was not water soluble so one couldn't just wash the pain away.  
     I went to the kitchen, found a stick of butter and offered it to Bob.  Bob picked off a dab of the butter and placed it on Roxy's ass, then he placed a glob of it onto his peter and when he tried to enter, it worked.  Roxy's asshole was really small.  It probably would have been a good fit for Neville, (May he rest in peace.)  But Bob had an average size johnson.  It was a tight fit for him, and for Roxy, who tried to squirm out of the way, unsuccessfully.  Bob got the tip of his dick in and then he began to slowly, inch the rest of it in.  It couldn't have been slow enough for Roxy who began yelling before Bob had gone in an inch.  Bob got tired of the game.  He grabbed Roxy by her hips and rapidly pulled her ass towards him impaling her fully on his shaft.  Roxy let out a really loud yell and then quieted down and began softly sobbing.  
     Bob began plunging his cornholer deep into Roxy's brown eye.  Roxy continued to sob quietly, she seemed to be holding her breath most of the time then releasing one long anguished breath every so often.  I guess that taking it up the ass, really hurt, and the only way she could stand the pain was one short burst at a time.  She was also gagging and heaving whenever Bob poked inside.  We agreed again, how it was good that we hadn't fed her, that much hacking would definitely have left puddles of puke all over the bed.  Bob continued to sodomize her for about five minutes, after which, he pulled out and jizzed on to Roxy's back   
     As agreed, It was my turn.  Frankly, I was pissed off at Roxy for trying to fuck with my head.  I decided to take out some of my aggression and frustration on her rear end.  I began spanking her violently with my hand.  Roxy let out a yelp with each blow.  In between blows, she pleaded with me to stop.  I wasn't going to fall for her empty attempts to evoke pity from me.  She was just a rubber doll now, designed for our comfort and amusement.  I was going to enjoy myself to the fullest.  At first I was enjoying her screams and watching her ass squirm and turn a beautiful red.  After a while though, my hand began to hurt.  
     I looked around for something else to use.  Something that wouldn't cause so much pain, (for me.)  
     Though there were any number of utensils in the kitchen, none caught my fancy.  Maybe a wooden spoon"  No, too short, not enough leverage.  A spatula"  No, too light.  As I continued to look around, my eyes fell on my pants, which had been lying on the kitchen floor since Friday night.  There it was, the belt.  Versatile, adjustable in length, and painless.  (For me, that is.)  
     When I got back into the bedroom, Bob was there slamming away at Roxy's ass with his hand.  "How can you stand this'"  He asked, shaking his hand in pain.
     "I couldn't." I said holding up the belt.  Bob smiled and moved out of the way.  I started with the belt doubled over.  Each blow received an individual pained response from Roxy.  After it struck her, the area would turn redder than it had previously been, and a strip the width of the belt would begin to swell up.  I continued lashing her ass repeatedly and soon, I ran out of space.  I continued by lashing her back and legs.  When I got tired, Bob took over.  
     Lance just watched, smiling and making comments when Roxy screamed especially loudly.  "Good one." He'd say.  "Do it again Bob, we'll get her all softened up in no time." Roxy was sobbing now but no tears were coming out of her eyes.  I don't know whether she was just faking it or maybe she was dehydrated and had no reserve fluids from which to draw, or perhaps she had just run out of tears.  (She had done a lot of crying so far.)  Oh well, whatever!  
     By now, the swollen red areas began forming black and blue bruising at the edges of where the strap had landed.  Lance pointed it out and said something like "Hey, cool, d'ya see that"  The lash marks are turning black and blue."
     Roxy was trying in vain, to squirm out of the way.  Her ass moved seductively from side to side as she twisted her waist.  The motion was making me hot.  "I think she's ready." I said at last.  What I really meant was, that I was ready.  I looked at Bob and Lance.  All three of us had big swollen erections.  I looked over at the dresser next to the bed.  There was still plenty of butter left, but I wanted Roxy to really feel me.  I began jamming my tallywacker inside her ass without the butter and felt a great deal of resistance.  Undeterred, I proceeded to jam my trouser snake deeper and deeper.  As I went deeper, Roxy screamed louder and louder.  When I could go no further, I pulled back and charged into her.  There was tremendous friction generated and my dick began to get warm.  Roxy did not appear to be enjoying it at all.  Oh well.  
     Lance continued to watch me and with each scream from Roxy he'd say "At a boy, Kirk.  Get her.  Yeah, fuck that bitch.  Yeah, hurt her again," and stuff like that.   I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her ass into my mid section, burying my shaft deep in her intestines.  Eventually, Roxy's own juices began to lubricate my dick and driving it in became easier.  I continued ramming my all meat popsicle deep into her ass and eventually the inevitable happened.  I pulled out and sprayed my unwanted seed onto the floor beneath Roxy's ass.  
     Now it was Lance's turn.  Lance also decided to go in without lubrication.  "What the hell," he said.  "I'm probably going to bust her up anyway, so I might as well get all the pleasure I can out of her.  When Lance got up, Roxy began to protest.  She obviously understood that Lance's gigantic cock was not going to go down easy.  "Please don't do this.  Kirk, please don't let him do this." I smiled.  I was no longer worried about Roxy finding out what our plans were.  It was time to turn the truth loose on her, and let her know what we were planning.  She was going to be experiencing pain from now on, so she might as well know the score.  
     Of course, I didn't want to be too specific, that would spoil the surprise for her, so all I told her was to get used to feeling pain.  It was going to be her life now, and for the rest of her existence.  Not that she was going to be experiencing pain for too much longer anyhow, but I decided to keep that for a surprise too.  
     Lance began by poking Roxy, teasing her, not actually inserting his dick into her, but just rubbing it between her ass cheeks.  As he did this he slowly came closer and closer to her until his dick was caught by her asshole.  That's when he struck.  Lance rammed his dick with precision, solidly, into her butt hole.  Roxy screamed the loudest she had since I'd abducted her.  "Kirk, please.  Stop him.  Please." 
     Lance stuffed his giant dick deeper into her butt hole.  Roxy continued to scream bloody murder.  He had gone maybe two inches inside when we heard an audible "pop," like a button coming loose.  Roxy screamed the loudest she had screamed yet.  We looked, blood was seeping from Roxy's asshole around Lance's dick.  
     Lance didn't skip a beat.  "Well, guess I'll fit now, huh'"  He said as he continued the invasive procedure into her asshole.  For the first couple of moments after that, there was a tearing sound, like a muffled RRRRRIPPPPP.  Roxy continued screaming, non-stop during that time.  I guess, once the tear in her asshole had started, it continued to rip deep inside, through to her colon and on into her intestine for the length of Lance's dick.  Suffice it to say, Lance was no longer experiencing difficulty ramming his shaft into Roxy, who was moaning now, but not in a good way.  
     There was a good deal of blood, dripping down onto Roxy's cunt lips from her asshole.  Lance looked up smiling.  "No resistance any more.  It's smooth sailing from here on in.  At least for me it is.  Too bad, she's not so tight any longer.  Guess I'll have to use her cunt if I want it tight." 
     Roxy had stopped moaning.  She had passed out.  Lance didn't bother to stop, he just kept going.  
     "God, that Lance was just like the Energizer Bunny, going and going and going." I thought.  
     After Lance had finished, there was quite a mess on the bed.  More important, Roxy was passed out.  She was trying to spoil all the fun and games we had planned for her.  No fair.  She was being a poor sport.  Bob got a bottle of water from the fridge and poured it over her head.  Roxy came to.  "Uhhh.  Where am"  Oh my God!  No.  No.  Please, no." She'd figured it out all by herself.  Good girl.  
     "Well what are we going to do to her now'" asked Bob.  
     "I want to fuck her again," I said.  "Her asshole's all gross, let's turn her over again.  Wait a minute, I can reach her cunt like that.  Let's just clean her up a little though." Lance went into the bathroom and wet the towel and we wiped most of the blood off of her.  Every time we wiped close to her asshole, she let out a gasp.  She must have been in great pain.  I continued to wipe her repeatedly even after the blood was gone just to watch her flinch.  After a while, she stopped responding to the towel, so I stuck my finger up her asshole and twisted it around and around.  She started screaming again.  "Fucking bitch," I said.  "I can tell you're just faking it.'
     "Kirk," she said, "What happened to you, I thought you were my friend." Her voice was wavering now, she sounded really sincere.  
     A spark of humanity from deep within my soul, ignited some kindling of empathy it had found somewhere, and began fanning the flames of my conscience.  God, why did she have to call me "her friend." Compassion called out to me from where I had it buried, and I stopped hurting her, stunned for a moment.  Tears filled my eyes for a moment and I found myself unable to look at her any more.  
     I felt terrible.  Why had I betrayed her.  I left the room, headed for my bedroom, where I lay on my bed.  Once again, I found myself wishing I could time travel back in time to Friday afternoon and avoid this whole horrible mess.  I knew we were way beyond the "point of no return," but it didn't matter.  I thought about what we had done, and about going to jail, and about being a leper among miscreants, and wondered, what I was going to say if there really was a God and a heaven.  
     And then I thought about Roxy.  She had called me "her friend." I had told Roxy that Neville was my best friend, but Neville had never called me his friend.  Sure I hung out with him and with Bob and with Lance, but none of them had ever called me their friend.  "Oh God, please let me wake up and this all be just a terrible nightmare.'
     Needless to say, that didn't happen.  As I lay in bed, Roxy began screaming again.  I realized that I had been crying profusely.  I had been so deep inside my head that I didn't even realize it.  How was I ever going to get to sleep that night.  How was I ever going to sleep again.  
     Like the voice in a movie, Roxy saying, "I thought you were my friend, "my friend, "my friend, "my friend," kept repeating in my head.  Each time it repeated, I felt a stab in my heart.  Oh God, please forgive me.  I knew it was too late.  We were probably going to wind up dying in some penitentiary.  After that, I knew that there was going to be a special place in hell for people like us who committed the most egregious crimes.  And I knew I was one of those people.  Then and there, I knew my soul was lost, but maybe I could still save what was left of Roxy's.  
     Still crying, I snuck past the bedroom and found my clothes in the kitchen.  I put them on.  I drank a can of beer to steady my nerves and to make my plans for what was to come.  Roxy was still screaming from inside the bedroom.  
     Based on her screams, I figured that Lance was probably busy doing Roxy.  Bob was a pussy, but Lance was a former Special Forces soldier.  I had been lucky earlier when I caught him with that sucker punch.  I probably wasn't going to be able to catch him off guard again.  But just maybe, if I was lucky, Lance would be too engrossed in doing Roxy and I might get him with another sucker punch.  Might.  It was a high risk plan, but it was the only one I had.  I decided to go with it.  
   As I finished my beer, I had to reckon with the fact that I was wearing clothes.  Likely, seeing me dressed, was going to raise a red flag, and I would lose the element of surprise.  I figured however that I would need to be dressed in order to escape and steal Lance's car.  I would overpower Lance and Bob, then wrap a blanked over Roxy and carry her out to the car.  
     Uh oh.  Roxy was still tied to the bed, I would either have to untie her first, or carry the entire bed to the car.  Nnnn, not likely.  And, simply overpowering Lance and Bob wasn't going to be sufficient either.  Sooooo, I was going to have to inundate Lance completely first, then take care of Bob.  How"  I considered getting undressed again, except for my shoes.  A roundhouse kick isn't so effective without shoes on.  Yes that was it.  If I was naked, they probably wouldn't be tipped off until it was too late for Lance.  After taking care of Lance, I would knock Bob down and tie them both up.  Then I would untie Roxy, wrap her in a blanket and carry her to the car.  Shit!  I was going to need my clothes to drive Roxy to" where"  
     Damn it.  I was going to spend the rest of my short life, labeled as a pedophile, in prison.  Fuck it.  I deserved it.  I didn't care.  All I wanted to do at that time, was to save Roxy.  "My friend." She might have been my only real friend, ever.  
     If you plan things out well enough, in advance, there should be no complications to bite you later on.  This was really a pretty poor plan, but it had to work, it had to.  I got undressed again.  I walked into the bedroom.  Lance turned around and said "Back for more, huh'"  Then he smiled this sort of lewd smile.  I hauled off and caught him on the chin again.  This time, while he reeled backward, he did not go down.  He came at me and I caught him in the knee with my foot.  This time I was wearing my shoes, so it caused some real damage.  Lance lost his balance and I got him with another punch on the chin with my other hand.  Lance was out.  Bob started backing away.  "You look mad Kirk, you feeling sorry for Roxy again'"  My right hand answered him in the solar plexus, then my left hand finished the sentence into his face.  I got a couple lengths of rope and tied them up again.  
     Roxy was lying on the bed face down so she didn't really get to see what had happened.  I untied her and wrapped a blanket around her.  I carried her in my arms to Lance's car and laid her down her in the back seat.  "Thank you, Kirk." She said finally.  "I knew you wouldn't let me down.'
     "Don't thank me," I said, "I caused this whole mess in the first place.  If it wasn't for me, you'd be safe, warm and comfortable in your home right now." 
     "But in the end, you saved me, Kirk.  That's got to count for something." She said.
     Lance had left the keys in the ignition so I started the car and headed for the highway.  Most highways have signs directing you to the nearest hospital.  I found one and pulled off at the exit.   
     But as I began the drive to the hospital, I realized, I had to face up to the reality that I was going to be damned if I don't"  I also decided that I might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb.  It was then that a "sheepish" grin crossed my lips.  A wave of calm overtook me.  I wiped the last of the tears from my eyes, turned the car around and drove back to the cabin.  Roxy had begun screaming, as soon as she recognized the cabin.  I dragged Roxy back into the bedroom.  Somehow, Lance had gotten free and was waiting there, with Bob, in the bedroom for me.  We pinned Roxy down and tied her back to the bed.
     I apologized to Lance and Bob again, and Lance continued ramming his oversized shlong repeatedly into Roxy's mutilated asshole.  
     For a while, I watched with delight as Lance continually plugged away at her.  Her screaming was music to my ears, but eventually, I got bored with watching.  Lance was taking his sweet time.  I grabbed the deck of cards and played a game of rummy with Bob while waiting for my turn.  After a while, Lance finished up and joined the game.  
     "I have an idea," said Bob, "let's play poker, and whoever wins the hand gets to do whatever they want to Roxy, no holds barred.'
     "Great idea," I said, "but still, no soiling her, right"  And let's start small, we don't want to use her out before tomorrow, right'"  
     "Yeah, I like that," said Lance.
     I shuffled the deck and said "Five card draw, deuces, one eyed jacks and suicide kings wild.'
     "I hate playing with wild cards" said Bob. 
     "When you deal, we can play your game.  Okay'"  I said.
     "Okay," said Bob.
     I dealt us each five cards.  Lance took two cards, Bob took three, I took one.  "Wha" d'ya got'"  I asked.  
     Lance showed his cards.  He had two tens and a deuce.  Bob showed his cards.  He had a deuce, the jack of hearts and queen high.  "Three queens," he said.  I had four diamonds and I got a four of spades, which  left me with a pair of fours.  They both had me beat.  Bob had won.
     Bob got this wild eyed look on his face, but then something seemed to humble him.  
     "I'll"  I'm going to" Pinch her." Bob said finally. 
     Roxy started saying, "No, please, don't hurt me any more, please." Her pleading fell on deaf ears.  Nobody listened.
     Bob walked up to Roxy's prone body and pinched her on her thigh just below her cunt, then he twisted his hand.  Roxy screamed out.
     Lance won the next hand, with a pair of kings.  He pinched Roxy at the point where her leg joined her buttock, and twisted it till his hand lost its grip.  Roxy screamed out again.    
     Bob grabbed the deck and began dealing.  "Let's all play "Go Fish." Lance and I both looked up at the ceiling.  "Just kidding," said Bob.  "We'll play " five card stud, nothing wild." Bob was smiling.  "Get it, "Stud.?"
     "Just deal the cards, Bob." Said Lance.  Bob proceeded to deal each of us one card face down, and four cards face up.  I had a pair of nines on the board.  I looked underneath, It was a deuce.  I already had one deuce on the board so that made two pair.  "Anybody beat two pair'"  I asked.  Lance and Bob folded.  
     "You know, I can't really do much of anything to her in this position.  Let's stand her up and then we can pinch her anywhere we want to.  Okay'"  
     "How are we going to do that'"  Asked Bob.  
     "You know the chandelier in the middle of the living room"  I bet that will hold her." I said.  
     "Great idea," said Lance.  We untied Roxy, and brought her into the living room.  She fought us every inch of the way, but one small girl was no match for us, and after a few minutes, we had her strung up, with her wrists together, her arms high in the air, her feet on tippy toes and her entire nude body available for our amusement.  
     Lance started to deal the cards.  "Don't I get to play with her'"  I asked.  
     "You wanted her tied up.  That was your thing, right'"  Said Lance.
     "I did that for everybody." I said.  "Okay, whatever.'
     Lance dealt me a pair of aces.  When I drew three cards, I got another ace.  I showed my hand, and Bob and Lance both said "Got me beat'
     I got up from the table and as I approached Roxy, she caught my eye briefly.  "Please don't hurt me, Kirk." She said.  That was a low blow.  Somewhere, deep inside, she touched me.  I became angry.  "Fucking minx.  Quit saying my name." I reached out and grabbed her nipple.  I began pinching really hard and twisting, Roxy began screaming, while wiggling and twisting her body, and she managed to pull out of my grasp.   
     "I have an idea." I said.  "You guys play a few hands of rummy while I prepare something in the workshop.  Don't do anything too severe with her until I get back, okay'" 
     "How long you going to be'"  Asked Bob.
     "Not too long, don't worry.  You'll like what I'm doing." I went out the back door of the cabin and into a workshop.  There were lots of tools for me to use.  I found some wood and drilled a couple of large holes at opposite ends of it.  Then I went back into the house.  
     When I got back, Bob asked about the two by four I was carrying.  "You'll see." I answered.  I got some lengths of rope and proceeded to tie one to each of Roxy's legs.  Then I passed the rope through each of the holes in the two by four, and pulled them taught.  I had made the holes a little too far apart, I strained as I tried to pull Roxy's legs apart far enough to fit the second hole.  I guess I should have made several holes and found the one which fit.  Roxy's legs were spread a little farther apart than was comfortable for her.  Oh well.  
     Roxy yelled and screamed while I connected the ropes.  She bucked her body writhed and twisted.  She was really making things difficult for me, why did she have to spoil all of my fun"  In any case, when I was done, Roxy's legs were spread apart like a compass, and they were strained to the max.  Her feet no longer touched the floor, but the two by four just barely did.  Roxy was now breathing in short pants (No, not wearing short pants, she was panting.  I wouldn't be dressing her after all that work.)
     I stepped back to admire my work.  "That's really cool, Kirk.  I like the way her cunt is spread open.  You can see it from the back too." Said Lance.  "Let's see if I still fit.'
     "Not yet, Lance, you have to win a poker game first." Bob said.
     "Who's deal is it'"  Lance asked.  
     "Mine." I said.  "seven card stud, Deuces, one eyed jacks and suicide kings are wild." I dealt two cards down to each of us, four cards up and the last card down.  I looked at my down cards, I had a flush.  "Anybody beat a flush'"  I asked.  
     "I got a full house, the hard way." I looked at Lance's hand.  He had three fours and two queens, with no wild cards.  
     "Got me beat," said Bob.  
     Lance walked up to Roxy and rubbed his chin deciding.  He grabbed one of Roxy's pussy lips and pulled on it slowly, really hard.  Roxy's body came off the floor and out in the direction Lance was pulling.  Roxy screamed really loudly and tried to get away, and though she writhed and shook like a paint mixer, Roxy could not evade Lance's grasp.  After pulling her about a foot off the floor, he let her go and her body swung like a pendulum until it finally stopped back where it had started.  Roxy was still wincing when it stopped.  "That board was a really great idea." Said Lance.
     We continued to pinch her for about an hour, then we got bored.  The only interesting thing about it was that about a half hour after we started pinching her, "black and blue" bruising began developing, where we had pinched her.    
     It was dinner time anyway.  

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     I make a mean spaghetti and canned sauce, with grated parmesan cheese.  I also heated up a French bread.  If I'd thought about it when I bought the groceries, I probably would have gotten a bottle or two of wine.  We drank beer.  It tasted really shitty with the spaghetti, but it was all we had, and we were anxious to get back to our games.  
     Roxy had been strung up the whole time we were eating.  When we came back in she told us she was very hungry.  "Please, Kirk, I haven't eaten anything since I had my school lunch Friday afternoon.  Please Kirk, won't you just let me have something.'
     I knew Roxy was just trying to delay our recreational activities.  She was being a poor sport.  But I felt sorry for her anyway.  Somehow her hunger was something I understood.  It was as if she had reached into my brain and massaged some empathy for her.  I asked Lance what he thought and he said "Okay, you can give her something, but don't give her too much or she'll probably throw it up again." 
     I brought in a plate with a couple strands of spaghetti, some bread and a can of beer.  I had to feed her forkful after forkful, what a pain in the ass that was.  When she was done, I brought the can of beer to her lips.  She took a sip.  "What's that'"  She asked, "it tastes awful.'
     "It's beer," I said.  "We don't have any soda pop.'
     "Never mind, I'm not thirsty any more." 
     I was glad she had refused the beer, I realized it might dull her senses and I didn't want that to happen, that would spoil our fun.  
     Lance and Bob had finished their meals and were waiting impatiently in the kitchen while I fed Roxy.  "Let's fuck her some more." Said Lance.  
     "Yeah," said Bob.  "We can do her just like that, one of us can hold her legs up while another one of us fucks her.  I think it'll be a real turn on." Lance and I agreed.  We cut cards.  Bob got first, I got second and Lance got third.  I was glad it had turned out that way.  Bob usually took the least time, and Lance usually took the longest.  I was right in the middle.  I liked it.  
     We picked the two by four up, and Bob climbed inside the space between her legs and the board.  By coincidence, Roxy was at the perfect height for us to enter either of her holes.  (Well if we wanted blowjobs, we would have had to stand on a chair, but we were planning to fuck her so she was just perfect.)
     Lance picked up the two by four and held it about at waist height.  Bob moved close to Roxy and when he reached her, he stuck his dick inside.  She was somewhat dry inside and so Bob was unable to get very far inside.  Roxy began sobbing but no tears were coming out.  Bob continued poking around inside but he didn't seem to be getting very far.  I reached over and handed him the stick of butter we had used earlier.  Bob pulled out and lubed himself up.  
     Now when Bob stuck his one eyed snake inside Roxy's slit, it offered no resistance.  Bob grabbed Roxy by her hips and began pulling her onto his manhood.  "God, this is incredible.  She feels like velvet" Bob said.  Bob continued to pull Roxy back and forth as she dangled from the chandelier.  It took all of two minutes for him to finish.  He pulled out like we agreed and spilled his splooge onto the floor.  I was glad, Bob hadn't taken too long.  I was anxious to try this new position.  It wasn't in the Kama Sutra, from which I've tried almost every position.  
     Now it was my turn.  I was looking forward to tasting the "stress fluids" which Roxy had been building up during our torture sessions.  I was sure they would be different from the ones females usually had.  I got on my knees and swung her into my mouth.  It was very different tasting.  It had a very good taste.  It tasted sweet and salty and creamy, as usual, though maybe a little sour, and kind of like" like" butter, Oh yeah, right.  Of course.  
     I stuck my tongue inside as deep as I could reach.  It was wonderful in there.  I continued to savor the sensations.  Roxy was moaning softly and tightening her muscles against my tongue.  I just kept licking and lapping up the sweet flavors, which had built up inside there.  Finally Lance asked, "So you planning to fuck her, or are you having dessert?"
     This brought me to my senses suddenly.  I realized that I had somehow been oblivious to the world while I was eating Roxy out.  Somehow I had gotten lost inside her.  (Kind of a small town to get lost in.)
     I stood back up.  My dick was rock hard.  I grabbed it firmly and stuffed it into the small hole.  The hole gave way and my penis sailed in without resistance.  Inside it was like the sun in springtime, like a cool stream on a hot summer day, like the smell of the autumn breeze, like a down comforter on a cold winter night.  Tears came to my eyes as I realized that this exceptional experience was going to be destroyed within twenty-four hours.  I looked up at Roxy, she was staring back at me, her eyes pleading, her quivering lips, contorted in sadness.  "How could I be doing this'"  I felt so ashamed.  God, this has to stop, now.
     I grabbed Roxy's waist with my hands.  I pulled her towards me and impaled her on my one-eyed monster.  I rocked her back and forth swinging her from the chandelier by her arms onto my manhood like a side of beef on a meat hook, pounding my pubic bone into hers, firmly.  It felt great, rolling her on and off me.  Roxy moaned as she felt the weight of her own body plus much of the weight of my body, which was supported only by her slender arms, shoulders and wrists.  I continued pounding away.  Bob, who was holding the two by four to which her ankles were tied, said he was getting tired.  He picked the two by four up higher and placed it over my shoulders.  I placed my arms over the two by four, and basically, bent Roxy in half.  Then, I grabbed her head for support and began pulling her back and forth.  Not that her small vagina wasn't already tight, but now with the stress of her legs being bent up by my arms, her fuck hole was jam-packed.
     The way she was being squashed, Roxy could hardly breathe.  I could just barely hear her by putting my ear next to her mouth.  "Please" my" arms." "Please" my" arms'"  She was repeating.  I felt sorry for her because I knew that what I was going to do next wasn't going to help her any.  I walked forward, until my feet were on tippy toes, I placed my lips around hers.  I stuck my tongue deep into her sensual mouth.  Then I picked my legs up and we began swinging back and forth and twirling around.  My full weight, now on top of Roxy's weight, was being placed entirely on her wrists, arms and shoulders, Roxy tried to scream, but she could not get enough air into her lungs.  As we rode back and forth, Roxy's cunt massaged my cock to orgasm.  
     Lost in the moment, I almost forgot to pull out.  I really didn't want to, but I consider myself an honorable guy and a deal is a deal.   
     Next, it was Lance's turn.  I held the two by four up for him and he tried to stick his giant cock inside Roxy's cunt.  It was just to chock-a-block for him to get it inside like that.  "I'll just do her asshole again," he said, "there's plenty of room inside there now," he said smiling.  Lance turned Roxy around and began trying to stuff his huge monster dick into her dry badonkadonk.  After trying and failing, Lance buttered himself up and slid easily inside.  
     No longer bent in half, Roxy was able to scream without impediment, and scream she did.  Blood began to trickle out of her already violated butthole.  Lance looked up and exclaimed, "the blood is lubing her better than the butter did." For a long while, Lance continued defiling her already damaged back door.  He took his sweet time and Bob and I began playing cards again.  
     Roxy was screaming loudly, and it was obvious that Lance was being distracted by the noise.  He yelled at her several times telling her to shut up, but Roxy was in too much pain.  I'm not sure if she was even able to hear him.  
     Engrossed in our card game Bob and I did not realize that anything was happening at first.  Suddenly, Bob looked up, "Has it suddenly gotten quiet in here." He looked around and Roxy's face was bright red.  Her eyes were wide open.  They were bloodshot.  Another good hint was that Lance's hands were around her throat.  Finally frustrated with Roxy's screaming, Lance had placed his hands around Roxy's neck in order to stop the sound from coming out.  
     "Lance, let her go." I said patiently.
     "She's ruining my lay.  I can't fuck her properly with all of that noise going on." Said Lance.  He seemed pretty upset.  
     "How about, if we stuff something in her mouth and tape it closed with packing tape." I said.  "Do you think that'll quiet her down enough for you'"  
     "Yeah, I'll give it a try.'
     "I know said Bob, let's cut Neville's genitals off and stick them inside her mouth and then tape it shut.  How would that be?"
     "I don't think they're big enough," I said.  
     "We got to try it," Bob said.  "Can't you see the irony there?"
     "That okay with you, Lance." I asked.
     "Yeah sounds great" said Lance, absently.  
     "That okay with you Neville," I asked.
     Neville didn't answer.  I took it to mean "Yes.'
     Lance found his utility knife and deftly removed Neville's organs.  
     Roxy had heard our plan and the thought of what we were planning made her start gagging.  Bob lifted the bloody organs up to Roxy's face and said "I'll give you a choice.  You can shut up now, and let Lance finish, or we'll shut you up." Bob dangled the forsaken pieces of meat in front of Roxy's eyes, which were wide open in terror.  
     Roxy closed her mouth tightly and shook her head "No." 
     "I take that to mean you will keep quiet and let the nice man finish." Said Bob.  
     Roxy shook her head "yes." 
     "I don't think she'll give you any more trouble." Said Bob.  
     Lance lit into Roxy and she began holding her breath.  Every so often, she would let her breath out in a quiet gasp, then, hold it again for another few seconds.  It was quiet enough for Lance to do his thing.  As usual, Lance took his sweet time and by the time he finished, Roxy was definitely the worse for wear.  
     The three of us sat around the table and Lance dealt the cards.  Bob won the next hand.  
     "Hmmm." Said Bob.  "I know, Let's stick her with pins." 
     "That makes sense," I said, "we are playing poker.  Get it"  Poke her'"  Bob and Lance both laughed at that.  Roxy didn't.  "Bitch has no sense if humor," I figured.
     "There's a sewing kit in the living room." I said.  "I'll get it." I went and got the sewing kit.  There were about twenty pins in it, a few needles, some thread and some buttons.   
     Bob grabbed one of the pins and approached Roxy, pin in hand.  They were long pins, about an inch and a half long, the kind with little round plastic balls on the heads.  "Oh God, don't do this, please don't do this." Said Roxy.  Bob grabbed Roxy's ass and pinched about an inch of her cheek.  He stuck the pin violently into the meat of her ass cheek.  Roxy let out a brief shriek.  Her body shook like a bowl of gelatin.  
     Bob sat down.  "Well, that was neat." He said 
     Bob proceeded to deal each of us one card face down, and four cards face up.  I had a pair of threes on the board.  I looked underneath, It was a five.  I already had one five on the board so that made two pair.  "Anybody beat two pair'"  I asked.  Lance and Bob folded.  I grabbed one of the pins and approached Roxy.  
     "Noooooo."She screamed.  I grabbed her by her nipple and prepared to stick the pin into it.  Roxy began squirming and twisting.  I found it highly erotic to see her "dancing" like that.  I also found it disruptive, especially when she managed to wriggle out of my grasp.  
     "Don't be like that," I said.  "You're being a poor sport.  I won the game, you should let me take my prize.  Roxy looked at me.  She had the look of someone who had been betrayed.  She looked the way a woman looks when she finally discovers you've been cheating on her after giving you her best years.  I turned away from her eyes and concentrated on her nipple.  I pinched it tightly between my two fingers and pulled on it.  It made a kind of squashed cone shape.  Roxy began bucking again but I was prepared for it.  I held on to it and slowly, brought the pin over to it.  "Please, Please." Said Roxy.  I placed the tip of the pin on the edge of her nipple and pushed it slowly through her nipple.  
     I would have thought she would have screamed loudly at that, but Roxy, who was holding her breath, simply released the breath she had been holding in a quiet gasp.  I felt cheated.  I looked into Roxy's eyes.  She was staring at me defiantly, looking into my eyes.  "Fucking bitch." I said to her.  Roxy was still staring at me, chin-up, spunky, indomitable.  If looks could kill, this little girl seemed to be planning far worse things for us, than we had been planning for her.  And that's saying something.    
     I went back to the table and dealt.  "Five card stud, nothing wild." I was going to break her.  She had challenged me for the last time.  I dealt the cards out hurriedly.  This time, I won with a pair of sevens.  I grabbed a pin.  I impaled her other nipple.  Whereas Roxy had been twisting and bucking when we approached her before, this time she didn't budge.  Roxy just looked at me with an icy stare.  She seemed to be daring me to hurt her.  
     Bob and Lance each won a round, then Bob won again.  When next I won the round, I'd had enough of this namby-pamby bullshit.  I went into the kitchen and found some shish kabob skewers.  These were much thicker than the pins we had been using.  They were also much longer, about eight inches long.  I approached Roxy.  For a second she seemed to be intimidated by the skewer, but then her face took on that same hard stare of audacity.  
     I decided that I was going to teach her some humility.  I pulled her ass cheeks apart and stuck the business end of the skewer into the meat of her ass, right by her asshole.  Slowly, I pushed the skewer in and through until it came out the other end, by her hip.  Then, I twisted it.  Nothing!  This little girl had bested me.  I was pissed off.  
     "Enough of this bullshit," I said, "No more cards.  Let's just take turns messing her up." 
     "Okay, said Bob, I was enjoying the fun and games.  I thought the cards added a little extra fun, but if you don't want to do them, It's all right with me."
     "Well Bob, I guess it's your turn, then." I said.
     Bob took one of the shish kabob skewers.  Roxy followed him with her eyes.  Her expression hadn't changed.  "She looks mean, doesn't she." Bob laughed self consciously, then he walked around and around Roxy.  Her head followed his every movement.  When her head was no longer able to turn towards him, she swiveled it the other way like an owl.  I don't think Bob was out of her sight for longer than a fraction of a second.  Bob finally stopped at a point behind her, where she could no longer see him.  Bob took the skewer and placed it at the joint where her leg joined her buttock and pushed it diagonally, slowly, until the skewer came out of her ass cheek, near her asshole.  He continued pushing it until it finally landed about an inch deep in her other cheek.
     Now it was Lance's turn.  "Let's do some real damage now." He said.  Lance grabbed a skewer and approached Roxy.  Roxy stared at him with the same icy stare she had given Bob and me.  Lance did not appear to be intimidated.  "What to do"  What to do"  I know," Lance grabbed Roxy's hips in both hands and turned her around several times.  When he let her go, she began twirling around freely.  Lance closed his eyes and jabbed forwards with the skewer.  
     Roxy happened to be facing him when he did that, and the skewer jabbed her in her waist just to the left, and slightly above her navel.  This time, Roxy recoiled in pain.  Still bound by the two by four, her legs came up in an attempt to protect the rest of her internal organs.  We got a really good look at her vagina not to mention her violated asshole when she did that.  
     "That was really sexy." I said.  Lance pointed out that the skewer was not all the way in and drove it the rest of the way with a solid kick of his leg.  Roxy appeared to have lost her breath and began panting for a few moments after that.  
     Then it was my turn.  "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired of that smug look on her face and those defiant eyes.  I'm going to give this girl some humility, right now." I went back to the sewing kit.  I grabbed a needle and some thread.  I threaded the needle.  Roxy seemed to know what I had in mind.  
     "I'm sorry," she said.  She looked away from me.  
     "It's too late." I said.  "Lance, hold her head.  I don't want her to cause me to do something I might regret later." 
     Lance smiled, "something you might regret, huh'"  
     Lance grabbed her head, Roxy tried to twist out of his hold, but all she succeeded in doing was moving the rest of her body.  I grabbed her upper eyelid.  I brought the needle over to her eye.  I looked deep into her eyes for perhaps the last time, then I stuck the needle through her eyelid.  Roxy screamed.  Her eye made a mad series of rapid movements.  Then I grabbed her lower lid and plunged the needle through.  She screamed again.  I pulled on the thread and her eye closed somewhat on the one side.  I pulled on her upper eyelid again and plunged the needle through.  Another scream.  Small droplets of blood were forming by the holes I had made.  Next, I grabbed her lower lid again.  I plunged the needle through, pulled the thread, and her eye sealed shut.  I brought the loose end of the thread to the other end where the knot was and tied it to it.  I looked at my work.  Roxy had this horrified expression on her face.  
     "Don't worry." I said, "I won't get the other side until it's my turn again.   
     Roxy seemed to smile slightly, then she pursed her lips, and before I had a chance to respond, she spit out a large, greasy, phlegm ball, which hit me squarely in my eye.  I gagged, as I wiped it away.  (Personally I feel the same way about phlegm that I do about sperm.  She might as well have shot scum at me.)  I whirled around and landed my open hand on her cheek, with a loud crack.  She smiled again.  
     "That's enough," said Bob, "you've had your turn.  I go." Bob took one of the skewers and looked Roxy up and down, his eyes finally landing at her breast.  This time Bob grabbed her about four inches from the center of her breast, near her neck and began to slowly push the skewer down diagonally until it reached the center beneath her nipple.  Roxy had been breathing quietly all that time.  Then Bob bent the skewer at an approximate right angle.  At that point, the skewer began heading down towards her chest.  As it traveled, the curve he had made in the skewer, began straightening out, only to be remade by the flesh of her nipple as it followed the contour of the path.  At that point Roxy began grunting in pain.  When he was finished, the skewer had taken on a curved shape, which went almost from her neck, hooked around her nipple, then down towards her navel.  Roxy looked nauseous.  She was breathing heavily.
     "My turn." Announced Lance.  Lance grabbed a shish kabob skewer and basically did the same thing Bob had done, but to her other breast.  When he was done, he had run the skewer from Roxy's shoulder to her nipple, then down towards her navel.   
     Now it was my turn again.  I was going to sew her other eye closed but I was feeling horny.  I decided to fuck her again, instead.  I had Bob hold the two by four up at waist level and stuck my dick into Roxy's delicious cunt.  As I was savoring the sensations she had to offer, Bob brought the two by four up to my shoulders again.  I put my arms around the two by four to hold it fast and began stroking.  I closed my eyes and continued my arduous labor.  
     A few moments later, I heard Roxy scream, then, suddenly I screamed.  Something very painful was going on with my cock.  I tried to pull out of Roxy's cunt, but my dick was painfully stuck inside.  Bob and Lance were laughing hysterically.  I tried in vain to exorcise my dick, but it was absolutely stuck.  Bob was holding up one of the shish kabob skewers, smiling.  I suddenly understood what had happened.  Bob or Lance had stuck a skewer into Roxy's cunt, through my dick, and back into her cunt.  I was hopelessly impaled inside her.  I tried to reach behind her to remove the skewer but my arms were held back by the two by four.  
     Bob and Lance then came behind me and grabbed my arms.  And before you could say "Hey cut it out, this isn't funny." They had tied my arms together behind my back.  
     Lance spoke first.  "Did you think we'd forgotten about your having ambushed us earlier when you had that attack of conscience"  My jaw and leg still hurt from both of those attacks, and Neville's dead.  Payback is a motherfucker you know.  Bob and I decided on an appropriate penalty.  It's going to be a motherfucker, that's for sure." 
     Lance spun around and with his foot, kicked my legs out from under me, karate style.  Roxy and I both screamed as I began swinging supported only by my dick/her cunt.  Everybody marveled that my dick and Roxy's cunt were both strong enough to support my weight, but I was in too much pain to really appreciate it.  At this point, I was unable to return to my feet, and just continued swinging.  
     Eventually, the skewer bent, releasing me, and I fell to the floor.  I fought like crazy, but with my arms tied behind me, I was powerless to prevent Bob and Lance from tying my legs to the same two by four Roxy's legs were tied to.  Roxy stared down at me with her one open eye and smiled at my discomfort and embarrassment.  
     "We've decided on an appropriate penalty for having attacked us." Said Lance.  "We just haven't decided what we're going to use to do it.  Do you want to know what we are going to do to you?"
     I tried to decide what they were going to do to me.  With my legs spread apart as they were, I could only come up with two things.  Bob and Lance seemed undecided.  Bob said "How about using a serrated knife'"  
     Lance said, "I think we should use something that will be slower and more painful.  How about using a hand saw'"  
     "That sounds good." Said Bob.  "That all we going to do?"
     "No, let's play with him first." Said Lance.  "Make him really sorry.'
     "Like what'" Asked Bob. "I know, the pins.'
     "I like that." Said Lance.  He went to get the pins.  
     "How we going to decide who goes first'"  Asked Bob.  
     "Poker." Lance and Bob said in unison, laughing.
     I closed my eyes wondering whether my last orgasm was going to be my last one ever.  When I opened them again, Lance was smiling at me.  
'I won." He said.  He was holding a pin in the air.  I began bucking and twisting the way Roxy had done.  I didn't get any farther than she did.  Bob held my legs down and Lance grabbed my balls.  Then, he brought the pin slowly over to my balls and just barely touched the surface.  
     It's surprising how sensitive one's scrotal sack is.  The mere touch of the point of the pin caused a surprising amount of pain.  "Come on guys, the joke has gone far enough." I said laughing.  
     Lance did not smile back.  "What joke'"  He said.  He continued his forward motion and the pin began to slowly imbed itself into my testicle.  I had always imagined that having a pin driven through one of your testicles was probably a painful experience.  Now I knew that I was only half right.  It was twice as bad as I had imagined.  Painful doesn't even begin to describe the excruciation that I was experiencing.  It was like getting kicked in the balls twice.  And at the back of the mind, you know that you're not going to get away with just a sore gonad.  It was the sort of pain that screamed "Permanent Damage." I could feel the pain in my throat, which screamed out loud.  At the same time, my body shook violently.  
     I screamed so loudly, that Roxy opened her eye for a moment and there seemed to be some pity inside it for me.  Not for long though, Roxy's next move was to lift up her legs slightly, thereby jogging the two by four which we shared.  That hurt.  Bob went next.  He smiled and drew a pin over to the same testicle.  He grabbed the testicle being careful not to stab himself with the pin which was already inside.  Then, he slowly brought his pin over to my scrotal sack first coming to rest on the outside of it and then eventually driving it through.  This second needle produced the same excruciating pain and screaming the first one had.  Once again my body shook violently.  
     All in all, they stuck about fifteen pins into my right testicle, which began to look slightly like a porcupine'.  So far they hadn't done anything to my left one.  Somewhere inside my head burned a glimmer of hope that they were planning to spare my other testicle.  
     Lance and Bob had run out of pins.  This seemed to be a good sign.  Maybe they were going to set me free now that they had taken their anger out on me.  Lance came in from the kitchen with a serrated steak knife.  Bob walked in from the garage wielding a hand saw.  Or perhaps they still were angry at me.
     "Come on, guys, I understand how you feel.  I'm sorry I tried to escape with Roxy.
     "That's good." Said Lance.  "We accept you're apology.  
     "So you forgive me'"  I asked.
     "No, Kirk, we're still totally pissed off at you.  And we are not going to forgive you, ever.  
     Bob walked up to me.  He began rolling the testicle, in which all of the pins had been placed, between his foot and the floor. That hurt'"  He asked.  
     I screamed loudly.  "Yes." I said.
     "Good." He said.  "You know, right about now, you should be wishing that we are going to continue playing with you for a long time.  Cause as soon as we are through playing with you, you're through too.  Anyhow, now I have another game we're going to play." 
     "You know Kirk, I've always wanted to find out exactly what the heck is in one of these ball sacks.  Today's your lucky day, you're going to find out too." I tried to withdraw from Bob, but I was still tied to Roxy's two by four and couldn't really move. Bob reached down and grabbed my scrotal sack.  In his other hand was Lances utility knife.  Bob took a large pinch of the sack and slashed through it with the knife.  I screamed and my body shook.  
     Bob then grabbed the scrotal sack in his hand and squeezed.  First, some clear pink goo came out, then like the birth of a baby, the testicle first showed its crown and slowly began to reveal itself as a pale yellowish oval structure, which fell over towards the floor.  To my surprise, having it ejected from my scrotal sack wasn't as painful as one would expect.  I felt, maybe, just a burning sensation where he had cut through the scrotal sack.  I was surprised to see that the gonad had a yellow cap, kind of like a baby's hat, at the top.  I was also surprised to see that there was a placenta like cord coming out of the yellow cap.  This cord was several inches long and is what kept the ball from falling right out of the sack altogether.   
     Bob grabbed the testicle by the cord and as he did, the intense pain you associate with a kick in the balls, began overwhelming me.  "Oh, my God" he said, "so that's what's inside there." Bob went to show the testicle to Lance and when he did, the cord seemed to stretch out, causing intense pain.  I screamed, and Bob watched in fascination.  Then he began plucking the string like a guitar.  The pain I was feeling was horrendous.  Lance began grinning like a kid with a new bicycle.  He grabbed the testicle from Bob and began trying things out.  "This hurt'"  "How about this'"  "How about this'"  There was no relief.  They all hurt, incredibly much.  I just continued screaming.  Some things only hurt terribly, I screamed a lot.  Some things hurt unbelievably, opening new avenues of pain I had never expected to reach, I screamed even louder with those.
     Every inch of the area, which had once been my testicle, produced some pain, and lots of it.  Bob grabbed the testicle out of Lance's hand and began bouncing it like a yo-yo on the string.  I screamed loudly.  
     After a while (It seemed like hours) they grew tired of the game.  "What now Lance." Asked Bob.  
     "I know," answered Lance, "Hang on a second, I'll be right back.  Lance came back shortly with something in his hand.  I couldn't see what it was.  "You're a genius, Lance." Said Bob, who began laughing.  Lance turned around and hid what he was doing behind his body.  When he turned towards me, he had something on his hands.  The smell was familiar.  What was that sweet smell"  "Oh God, It was oil of wintergreen.  Ben-Gay.'
     "The instructions say do not use on wounds or damaged skin," said Lance gleefully.  As Lance reached down I tried to evade his grasp.  That was impossible, and without further ado, Lance rubbed his hands over my testicles, and my scrotal sack, smearing the acrid ointment over them.  
     Almost immediately, the area began to feel warm, nice almost, at first.  
     Lance said "The instructions also say to avoid contact with eyes or mucous membranes.  As Lance said that, he took a large dab of the goo and rubbed it onto, and inside of Roxy's vaginal area.  I looked up and Roxy was breathing heavily.  That was pretty much the last thing I saw, because next, he rubbed two large dabs over my eyes.  
     I was blind now.  Unable to open my eyes lest the caustic chemicals invade them.  
     "Are you having fun yet'"  Asked Lance.  
     I tried thinking up a witty, sarcastic answer to Lance's question, but the pain was becoming too intense to think well.  Roxy was feeling the heat generated by the liniment too.  She was beginning to wince from the pain which I knew from experience was going to get worse before it got better.  
     Soon, the Ben-Gay began to feel painfully hot, kind of like a really bad sunburn.  I began moaning.  Roxy was moaning too.  Waves of pain began to flow from my forsaken balls and my eyes, across my body.  As it got worse, it began to feel like someone had placed a magnifying glass between the sun and me.  I began breathing in large gulps of air and releasing them slowly.  I don't know why, but that seemed to help.  Roxy meantime was screaming loudly.  
     "Hey, listen, they're screaming in harmony," observed Bob.  "Isn't that beautiful'"  Lance and Bob were both sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking beers, and deciding what they were going to do to  Roxy next.  They had already decided what they were going to do with me.  "Yeah, better than the stereo." Answered Lance.  
     By now the Ben-Gay was as painful as it would be.  I could only breathe in gasping short breaths, and then my breath would come out as a long, low, painful, agonized, groan, usually accompanied by some expletive or another.  Roxy was doing pretty much the same thing, except She apparently wasn't as skilled at using expletives.  
     Eventually, the pain began to wear off.  Roxy and I began to calm down somewhat.  There were still great gobs of goo on my eyes, and as yet, I was still unable to open them.  Unable to see, I could only guess what they had in mind for me next.  One of them picked up my exposed testicle.  He seemed to be handling it by the cord, which attached it.  I winced with pain.  Then Bob, I think, said something about tea.  "Yes, excellent." Answered Lance.  They dropped my testicle and appeared to be leaving the room.  
     Someone said "Be ready, I think this is going to be intense." To my shock, I realized it was Roxy's voice.  Based on the way she said it, I couldn't be sure whether she was happy about what was going to happen, or sympathetic.  Several minutes later, I heard Lance and Bob bouncing back into the room.  They were laughing.  Bob was saying "Well they do call them "Tea Balls" you know." He started laughing.  Next I felt something cold under my exposed testicle.  Whatever it was, I knew that I didn't want it, so I did my best to avoid letting them do whatever it was.  
     I didn't have a chance.  Tied as I was, hands behind my back, legs spread, held fast by the two by four, there was just no way I was going to be able to resist them.  That didn't stop me from trying.  I twisted and turned, bent my knees up and down, I put up quite a fight, but to no avail.  Lance finally sat down on my midsection and I was pretty much immobilized.  
     Suddenly, Lance and Bob were talking with English accents.  "Spot of tea, perhaps'"  Asked Bob.
     "Don't mind if I do, it is rather a bit past four o'clock, you know."Said Lance.
     "Quite." Remarked Bob.  "Oh well, any port in a storm, right mate.'
     "Quite." Answered Lance, amusedly.  
     At that, hell rained down upon my naked testicle as Lance poured boiling water from a tea kettle onto my unprotected nut.  I screamed so loudly, Bob held his ears.  My legs kicked up and down causing Roxy no small amount of discomfort.  Lance said "It's a bitch, ain't it'"  The unbelievable waves of pain started in my testicle like a bad burning kick and it just kept going.  They swept over my entire body, only to collide with each other, on the opposite side of me, whereupon, they continued back to their source; my testicle.  
     "Oh, by the way," said Lance, "what's the PIN for the cash machine at your bank'"  By now, most of the effects of the Ben-Gay had worn off.  I could just barely keep my eyes open slightly, as narrow slits.  Lance saw this and passed the tea kettle across my field of vision.  "The water in the teacup is cold now.  I'm going to refresh it.  And after your ball is fully cooked, we still have the other one to do, and your scrotal sack, though empty, will still allow us to make you cringe, I'm sure"  Well, what will it be"  You're going to tell us what we want to know eventually.  We'll get it out of you one way or another.'
     I thought long and hard, though quickly.  In all probability, they were going to torture me even if I told them what they wanted to know.  On the other hand, likely, they were going to kill me anyway and I probably wouldn't need the money.  Either way I looked at this, I was going to come out a loser.  The best I could hope for was" Well, there was no best case.  We were all in this too deep to get out now.  Lance and Bob were definately going to kill me.
     I looked up.  There was Roxy dangling by her arms from the chandelier.  I was sorry now that I had dragged her into this.  In all probability, she'd be safe and warm now, at her house, playing with her dolls, or whatever it was that she did, when she was not being raped, tortured and killed by four deranged individuals.  I realized now, that this was the closest I'd come to seeing eye to eye with Roxy's point of view.  As I looked up at her my eyes caught her open eye.  There was empathy in it.  Despite all I had done to her, she was still able to feel sorry for me.  
     I looked back at Lance.  His face was cold, aloof, impassive and unfeeling.  As I tried to decide whether to tell him my password, he decided for me.  "Not soon enough." He said.  With that he poured another cup of boiling water over my testicle which cause yet another spasm of pain, screaming and torture.  
     "7233."I screamed not even realizing what I was doing.  The code must have been on my lips the whole time, just waiting for an excuse to vocalize them.  The boiling water merely triggered the response.  I began sobbing, blubbering, crying out loud.    
     "What do you think'"  Bob asked Lance, "can we trust him'"  
     "No, let's do it again, just to be sure." Answered Lance, laughing.  
     "Please don't." I cried.
     "Please don't what'"  Asked Lance.
     "Please don't do it again." I cried.
     "Pretty please'"  Asked Lance.
     "Yes, pretty please." I cried.  
     "Pretty please what'"  Asked Lance.
     "Pretty please, don't do it again." I cried.
     "With sugar and honey'"  Asked Lance.
     "Yes.  Pretty please, with sugar and honey." I cried.
     "Okay," said Lance.  With that he stepped on my other testicle.  (The one with the pins in it.)  I can't even begin to describe the pain that caused.  Suffice it to say, that after I finished screaming at the top of my lungs, after my body had stopped trembling, and after my legs had stopped uncontrollably jumping up and down, I began blabbing out secrets I had long repressed.  Secrets I myself wasn't aware of.  
     Roxy looked down at me with a pitying look in her one eye.  Tears were running down my face.  I realized, that I had admitted that both my father and my mother had sexually abused me at different times in my life.  In fact I had admitted that several uncles and aunts had also sexually abused me on different occasions.  These repressed memories simply rose to the surface like a layer of fat on soup, which incidentally is what my left testicle had turned into.  
     Bob looked at Lance.  "Think he's telling the truth'"  He asked.  
     "I don't see why anybody would lie about that." Lance answered, laughing.  
     "Let's have some more fun with him." Said Bob.  
     "What did you have in mind'"  Asked Lance.
     "I don't know, let's see what we can find in the tool shed." Answered Bob.
     "You think we can leave him like that'"  Asked Lance.
     "I don't think he'll be going anywhere for a while." Answered Bob.  Bob and Lance ran off, assumedly to the tool shed, and I began struggling against the ropes that bound me.  I made a pathetic attempt at getting away.  But tied as I was, my efforts were useless.  Bob and Lance were gone a pretty long time but during that time, I had made no headway.  
     When Bob and Lance returned, they brought with them a bag full of tools, and a two by four.  I reckoned with the realization that they weren't planning to renovate the cabin, Bob and Lance began to lay out the tools.  First they took out an electric drill with several bits and other assorted attachments.  Next came a staple gun with three-quarter inch long staples.  Then came a hammer and a box of ten-penny nails, and several sets of pliers.
     Bob looked up at Roxy.  "Don't worry sweetie, we haven't forgotten about you, you're going to get all of the attention you deserve." At that, they pulled an arc welder, a propane torch, and a large soldering iron out of the bag.  
     Lance said something to Bob about needing coffee if they were going to be up all night as they had planned.  "Good idea." Said Bob.  Then, Lance wandered off.
     Roxy and I looked at each other with an "Oh, my God."Expression on our faces.  I'm not sure what Roxy was thinking, but personally, I was hoping that Bob and Lance would accidently kill me soon, thereby ending the pain, before the torture session dragged on all night.  
     Bob waited for Lance.  As he waited, Bob untied my legs from Roxy's two by four and tied them to my very own two by four.  Bob pulled and strained against the ropes pulling them as tight as he possibly could, and stretching my legs as far apart as they could possibly go.  Still waiting, he grabbed the tools one at a time and hefted them, feeling them out as it was.  Bob pointed the electric drill at me and pulled the trigger causing the drill to rotate slightly.  "Lance made me promise not to do anything until he got back, or I'd be putting holes in you by now." 
     Eventually, Lance returned with a couple of mugs of steaming beverage.  The first thing he did was he brought one of the mugs to my lips and began pouring the near boiling beverage onto my tongue.  "I hate it when that happens." I said to myself.  "Let's fuck him before we mess his asshole up." Said Lance.  
     "Good idea, said Bob." 
     Lance and Bob each grabbed one end of the two by four and began to drag me towards one of the bedrooms.  As they did so, my face and chest were scraped raw by the rough wood flooring.  Then they threw me up over the corner of the bed, with my head towards the head of the bed and my legs, tied to the two by four on the floor.  Lance made a grand gesture and beckoned Bob to go first.  "He might not be much good after I go." Said Lance.  
     There was still some butter left from earlier, so Bob lubed up and placed a pat on my asshole.  I could feel Bob's hands on my back, then Bob inserted his cock fully into my rectum.  I was afraid it might hurt me, the way Roxy had been hurt when they did it to her, but to my surprise, it didn't.  I realized that my uncles had broken my cherry, long ago and that I had learned to accommodate large penises at an early age.  Bob took his usual sixty seconds.  Then I felt the warmth of his ejaculate in my asshole.  I can't explain it, but it seemed strangely enjoyable.  In one sense, I was repulsed by the semen, but in another sense, I liked feeling it inside of me.  
     Bob began apologizing to Lance for coming inside of me.  "I don't care, it's not my asshole." Said Lance.  Now it was Lance's turn.  Lance didn't lube up before he began.  He took a running start and jumped on top of me, scoring a bulls eye directly into my asshole.  His gigantic, nine-inch plus by two inch diameter cock was definitely more cock than my uncle had ever introduced me to, and I screamed when he struck.  
     There was no doubt that Lance's huge member was a force to be reckoned with, but unlike Roxy's tight little asshole, my adult butt hole was able to dilate until Lance's dick fit.  Lance took his usual sweet time doing me.  During that period, Lance amused himself by choking me repeatedly.  Lance would comment saying "I love the way his muscles tighten up on me when I choke him.'
     Bob would answer, "Remember, you have to let him breathe every so often, we don't want to kill him yet.'
     After the long painful voyage, Lance asked Bob if he thought he was done with my asshole yet.  Bob asked Lance what he had in mind and Lance held up the soldering iron.  It was a large gauge, high temperature one, designed to do sweat fittings for plumbing.  Bob said it was fine with him because they had the girl.  He said he liked her cunt better anyway.  Bob walked to the front of the bed, smiled at me and held the iron up, in front of my face.  
     "Are you ready'"  He asked.  
     "Don't, please, don't." I choked.  
     "Please don't what'"  Asked Bob.
     "Please don't do that." I cried.
     "Pretty please'"  Asked Bob.
     "Yes, pretty please." I cried, my eyes pleading.  
     "Pretty please what'"  Asked Bob, smiling.
     "Pretty please, don't do that." I cried, anxiety in my voice.
     "With sugar and honey'"  Asked Bob smiling, delighted.
     "Yes.  Pretty please, with sugar and honey." I cried, my eyes desperately trying to chisel a crevice in the armor of Bob's steely gaze.
     "Sorry, I've been looking forward to this ever since I found the iron in the tool shed.  I'm not going to let you spoil my fun.  Did we bring an extension cord Lance'"  
     "No we forgot." Said Lance.  "I know, there's an outlet next to the hooks where we tied the girl.  Let's drag him over there." Bob and Lance each grabbed one side of the two by four and began dragging me across the floor to the hooks in the next room.  When they got me there, they lifted up the two by four and hung it on the hooks.  It just fit.  
     There I was, hung up with my legs, spread wide apart, tied to the two by four, with a large soldering iron up my ass, facing Lance and Bob in the living room.  They'd tied me up facing away from the wall, so that they could see the expression on my face, after they plugged in the soldering iron.  Now they were ready.  "You ready now'"  Bob asked.
     "Pleeeeeassssssse don't do this." I said.  
     "Sorry, Kirk, you shouldn't have tried to fuck us back there.  Payback is a motherfucker, you know.  Are we ready Lance?"
     "Yeah, sure.  All systems go.  Prepare for lift off.  Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, blast off." I held my breath, Lance stuck the plug into the outlet.  Everybody waited, but nothing happened.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  
     "The circuit breaker must be off." Said Lance.  "I'll go to the fuse box and check it out." Lance unplugged the soldering iron.  He didn't want the power to come back on while he was in the cellar and miss the big show.  Lance came back a few minutes later.  "I'm pretty sure I've fixed the problem." He said.  
     While Lance was gone, Bob had moved a couple of easy chairs in front of me.  Also, he had turned Roxy around so that she was facing me.  He had been careful placing the chairs so as not to block her view.  Lance sat down.  Bob sat down.
     "You ready'"  Bob asked Lance.
     "Yeah." Said Lance, self confidence in his voice.
     "You ready'"  He asked pointing to Roxy.  Roxy did not respond.
     "You ready'"  He asked pointing to me, grinning ear to ear.
     "No." I said.
     "Too bad." Bob stuck the plug into the outlet.  
     For a few seconds, nothing happened.  Then, the tip of the iron began to feel comfortably warm, like a nice bath.  For the next couple of seconds, it became a little too warm, like hot water, not terrible, but uncomfortable.  For the next couple of seconds, I began wishing I could remove the iron, it was definitely what one would describe as too hot.  I began flexing my sphincter muscles, trying to shit the iron out, but to no avail.  
     Bob pointed to my face.  "It's probably getting pretty hot now.  Look, look at his face." Bob began laughing.  
     At that point, I lost track of just about everything but my asshole, which was in hell.  My body began trembling.  I began screaming loudly.  Roxy had closed her eye and looked away at first, but when she heard me yelling she opened her one eye and gave me a look of solidarity.  Drowning in pain as I was, that look somehow really helped me, but not for long.  The pain became all consuming, filling every fiber of my being.  Before long, my entire body was experiencing it.  I began bending at the waist, lifting the upper portion of my body in a crazy dance.  
     Soon, I could hear the iron steaming inside me.  It began making the sizzling sound a steak makes when you turn it over on the grill.  The entire earth became centered in my asshole.  I remember smoke and the smell of burnt pork.  Then I remember somebody, like an angel, watching my trembling, twisting, writhing body and pointing at me.  
     Then I remember, Lance was pouring a bottle of cold water over my head.  I had no memory of how I got to the floor.  I was experiencing unbelievable pain.  Waves of pain that I could visibly see were rippling up from my butt hole toward my head like the phosphors of the red tide.  "We thought we'd lost you." Said Bob.  "Can't have that." He said shaking his head.  
     "No, can't have that." Echoed Lance.  The two began laughing maniacally.  
     "No, we're not done with you yet.  By the way, where is your bank'"  Asked Lance.
     I didn't answer.  Lance took the soldering iron and shoved it back up my ass.
     "Forth and Elm." I screamed, breathlessly.  The pain was incredible, I couldn't stop myself from panting and moaning.  
     "How much is in the account'"  Asked Lance.
     "I don't know." I screamed, hoping that they would believe me and not hurt me again.  
     "About how much'"  Said Lance twisting the soldering iron.  
     "Maybe twenty five, thirty thousand dollars." I screamed again.
     "Fill this withdrawal slip out for twenty five thousand dollars." Said Bob.
     "Untie my hands, and I'll do it." I said sincerely.  
     "Sure, anything for a friend," said Lance.  They began laughing again.  Lance untied me and handed me a withdrawal slip and a pen.  
     "I need to sit down to fill this out." I said.
     "If you think you can sit now, more power to you." Lance and Bob dragged me over to the kitchen table, untied me and handed me the pen.  I began filling in the information needed for the withdrawal slip.  About halfway through it, I looked up.  Roxy was moaning loudly.  Bob and Lance had looked over her way to find out what was up.  Don't ask me where I found the strength to do it, but I stood up and plunged the pen into Lance's neck.  Lance brought his hand up to his neck and pulled the pen out.  Blood began spurting out of Lance's neck like a water faucet.  Within seconds, Lance began yelling, backing away with his hand against his neck, with a terribly surprised look on his face.  
     Bob turned towards him to find out what was wrong.  My hands free, I delivered a rapid blow to Bob's face, breaking his nose.  When Bob's hands came up to his nose and I caught Bob's head and slammed it into the table, knocking him unconscious.  Lance was still conscious, but he was definitely incapacitated and was on his way out.  The blood that had been spurting before had slowed to a trickle now.  Bob was unconscious.  I was free.  I sat back down to rest, and realized how seriously injured I was.  
     It took some doing, but I managed to get my legs free.  I was in pretty bad shape.  Not half as bad as Lance and Neville were, but worse than Bob.  I went over to Roxy and untied her legs.  Then I untied her arms.  Roxy fell in a heap on the floor.  Slowly, she began moving.  I felt a kinship with her now.  The humanity that had been lost to my mind was restored.  I helped remove the objects, which we had so rudely inserted into her body.  Now, I wished I could have restored her virginity as well, maybe even her sanity.  I felt terrible.  I just kept apologizing to her over and over.  
     I took Lance's utility knife and unsewed Roxy's eyelid.  Roxy stared at me, for the first time with both eyes, and she smiled at me.  "I don't deserve that." I said.  
     "Consider that my gift." Roxy said, still smiling.
     I began crying.  Right about then, I didn't feel so deserving of her gratitude.
     "This is all my fault." I said, "I hatched this plot a long time ago.  I've been planning it for months.'
     "Is it over now'"  Asked Roxy.  She looked me in the eye.  She seemed unsure, like she was still afraid of me.  I couldn't blame her for feeling that way.
     I began crying again.  "It's over.  Whatever the consequences are, I'll take them.  I deserve them.'
     "Don't cry Kirk, if it's really over, you'll make out okay.'
     With Roxy's help, I tied Bob up.  
     I found Roxy's panties and gave them to her, offering her some vestige of modesty.  Then, I got Roxy a blanket to wrap herself up in.  
     We went to the car and I had Roxy get in front.  I lay down in the back seat after giving her a "crash course" in driving (No pun intended.)
     When we got to the hospital, we both checked in.  Her parents were called and showed up within half an hour.  I was expecting the police to show up and to arrest me, but that never happened.  Roxy had told the police that I was a victim too.  That I had tried to save her several times, and that I was a hero.  By the time the police had gotten to the cabin, Bob had died of a hemorrhage, so there was nobody to dispute Roxy's story.  
     Roxy's injuries healed completely, but she was never the same afterward.  For the rest of her life, she was afraid of shish kabob, sewing, pins, rope and men.  Having survived the ordeal, gave her a zest for life, but somewhere there was always this dark cloud hanging over her.  In her later years, she became a lesbian, an outspoken advocate for women's rights, and against rape.  And she never stayed late after school again.  
     My injuries did not heal completely.  The lower section of my colon needed to be removed, and was replaced with a colostomy bag.  Both of my testicles were damaged beyond repair, and were removed as well.  All in all, I guess I made out better than I deserved.  I doubt that I could have been as generous as Roxy was.  
     Roxy, God bless her, continued to contact me long after the incident.  She always asked how I was, how my injuries were healing, and about my mental state.  So long as I live, I'll never forget the way Roxy smiled at me after I let her free that day.  


    
