Author: Norm DePloom

Title: The Man Next Door

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Summary: The narrator falls into the hands of the pervert who lives next door.

Keywords: Mf, M+f, nc, oral, anal, first

 

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All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

 

The Man Next Door

By

Norm DePloom

 

Back a long time ago, when I had just turned sixteen, I had a, well, shall we say, interesting experience with the man who lived next door to my parents.  I was a freshman in high school and got home about an hour before my little brother and almost two hours before my parents.  I remember the day it all started.  It was a warm spring day.  One of those strange days where there are still patches of snow on the ground, and it’s chilly in the shade but nice and warm in the sun.  One of those days where you can really enjoy the warmth of the sun because the slight chill in the air keeps you from getting too hot.

 

When I got home I decided to put on my new two-piece bathing suit and lay on the chase lounge out in the back yard.  I took a book out with me, one I had stolen from my parents' bottom dresser drawer.  It was called ‘The Story of O’ and from the very first page I was caught up in the things they were doing to O in that castle her boy friend took her to.

 

After lying in the warm sun and reading for awhile I slipped my hand down inside my swim suite bottoms and, after playing with my pubic hair for a few minutes ran my finger up and down my wet cunt lips.  I couldn’t believe how wet I was.  My fingers slipped over my hot wet flesh with ease.  I gently rubbed my clit until it throbbed then sank my finger into my wet pussy.  Back then I never would have thought of it as my pussy, or my cunt.  If forced I probably would have just said ‘down there’.

 

They sure did refer it as her pussy and cunt in the book though.  I just got to the part where they examined her and the man wanted to fuck her up the ass.  In all of my sixteen years I’d never dreamed of anybody wanting to do that.  I had a sort of ‘eww yuck’ and ‘oh my god’ feeling combined.  I looked around the backyard then gave into the desire and pulled my swimsuit off.  I loved the deliciously ‘naughty’ feeling of being naked in the back yard, the warm sun on my skin, the cool air making my nipples hard and my finger plunging into my wet cunt faster and faster as I read about the men taking turns fucking O’s ass.

 

I came over and over as I read the book.  I had been ‘doing it’ to myself for a long time and had learned to cum quietly since my brother’s room and parent’s room were right beside mine.  I don’t remember how many times I came before I decided I’d better get dressed and put the book away.  As I went into the kitchen and looked around for a snack I decided I would definitely read more of ‘The Story of O’ the next day.  I did it three times in bed that night before I finally fell asleep.  Each time I came I’d relax and start to go to sleep when the image of O tied up and being fucked would come into my mind and I’d start fingering myself again.

 

My friends and my teachers asked me if something was wrong the next day.  I guess I had a ‘faraway’ look about me.  I couldn’t stop thinking about that book and what they were doing to that woman.  By lunchtime I had to take my panties off because they were so wet.  I stuck them in the bottom of my backpack.  I had never gone without panties before and the feel of cool spring air stirring around my upper thighs and cunt was strange and delightful.

 

I almost ran home wanting to get the book and finger my wet cunt while I read more of O’s domination and humiliation.  I paused on the front porch to get the mail from the mailbox and froze in my tracks.  There was an envelope with my name typed on it.  There was no return address and no stamp on the envelope.  A terrible premonition flowed over and through me.  I just new this was going to be something horrible.  I went into the house and set the rest of the mail on the hall table.  I tore open the envelope that had my name on it.  Inside were three pictures, the first showed me on the chase lounge, I was naked and left hand was in my crotch while my right hand held the book.  The next picture was closer and you could see the title of the book ‘The Story of O’.  It also showed a little more detail of my crotch area.  The last picture was a close up of my left hand; you could clearly see my finger pushing into my cunt.

 

There was a piece of paper with the pictures.  I unfolded the paper.  Lettered in neat block letters it said ‘I think you’d better come over and talk about this.’  I collapsed onto the chair beside the hall table.  Oh god, I said to myself, I can’t go over there.  He’s seen me.  He watched me.  I can never let myself be seen by him again...ever.   I decided I’d just pretend not to have seen them, I’d be a really good girl from now on and maybe he’d forget about it.  I stood up and then almost jumped out of my skin when the phone rang.

 

I looked at the phone with malicious hate for a long time, maybe four or five rings, before I finally picked it up.  “Hello” I said with a quavering voice.

 

“I really think you’d better come over hear and talk about this.”  His voice was deep, and would have been sexy if I hadn’t been scared out of my wits.  He paused for a moment then continued, “you’ve got to help me decide what to do with these pictures.”  I moaned.

 

“Oh god,” a whisper was all I could get out, “won’t you burn them?”  I asked a little louder.

 

“You come over here, right now, and we’ll discuss it,” there was a moment of dead silence before he continued, “if you’re not here within two minutes I’ll make sure your parents get copies of the pictures."

 

“Please,” I whispered desperately, “don’t do that,” I begged, “I couldn’t stand it.”

 

“Then you’d better get that cute little ass of yours over here.”  I heard the click followed by a dead line.  I hung up the phone then sat there with tears running down my cheeks.  I don’t remember walking over to the next door neighbor's house I just remember suddenly standing in front of him as he stepped out of the way and invited me into his front room.

 

He was a nice looking man.  He seemed to be a little older than my dad.  The house was neat, and clean, there was nothing obviously threatening about him, or it.  He indicated that I should sit on the couch, then asked me if I wanted a drink.  I said no, and sat down.  In front of me, on the coffee table, were about forty pictures, all of them of me.  In some of them I had my bathing suite on and had not started ‘doing’ myself yet, but most of them were of me naked with my finger fully inserted inside my wet cunt.  He sat down beside me on the couch, I moved a few inches away from him.  He looked through the pictures.  After a minute he held one out towards me.

 

“I think this one is my favorite.”  The picture must have been taken during my third, and final, orgasm,  My legs were spread and my knees pulled up.  I could see my fingers pumping in and out of my cunt so fast they even blurred a bit on the film.  My head was thrown back and my mouth was open.  I had dropped the book and my right hand was kneading my tits and nipples.  I could feel my face turning red and burning with shame and humiliation.  He reached out with the tip of his finger and touched my left breast in the picture.  My body jerked when I saw him do that.  I stood up and straightened my skirt.

 

“I’ve...ah...I’ve got to go home.”   He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down on the couch.

 

“Don’t you want to know what you are going to do to get these back?”

 

“No.”  I shook my head with tears were streaming down my cheeks.

 

“Well, my little back yard slut, I’m going to tell you anyway.”  My body jerked again when he called me a slut.  I had always been fascinated by that word.

 

“For the next month, you will come over here after school and allow me to fuck you as much as I want for an hour."  I trembled with fear, shame and humiliation.

 

“I...I...can’t...do...that.” I stammered through my sobs.

 

“Oh yes you can,” he stood up and opened his door, “I won’t touch you today, but, if you are not over here five minutes after you get home from school, ready to obey me and do as you are told,” he paused to grin at me and a chill ran down my spine from the coldness of the smile, “by eight o’clock the next morning these pictures will be on every bulletin board at your school and in your parents' hands.”  I was in shock, I could not believe that somebody would really do that.

 

“Now go home, read some more of ‘The Story of O’ and finger-fuck yourself like crazy.”  He pushed me out the door and closed it behind me.  As I stood on his front porch in a daze I realized that I was still hanging on to the picture he had identified as his ‘favorite’.  I stared at the picture of me fucking myself while I walked back home.

 

I, in a state of defiance, did not read more of ‘The Story of O’ that afternoon.  Nor did I ‘fuck myself like crazy’.  I did my work around the house and tried to deny that my cunt was so wet it was oozing down my thighs.  I went to bed, got up and went to school, then walked home, telling myself that I was not going to go over to that man’s house.  I kept telling myself I was not going to give into him.  After I put the day’s mail on the hall table, I decided that I needed to go over to his house and explain to him why I would not be coming over.

 

I knocked on his door, rehearsing what I was going to say to him to try to get him to give me the pictures without making me do anything for them.  He opened the door.  I stood on the porch, I had decided that I would make my appeal from his porch instead of from inside his house.  He pulled me into his front room then closed the door behind me.  I remember hearing the lock being turned, but it really made no impression on me at the time.

 

As I continued with my detailed explanation of why I could not do what he wanted, and why he should give me the pictures anyway, the man sat me on the couch and unbuttoned my blouse.  I really did not realize he was undressing me until I felt his hands on my bare breasts.  I jumped in surprise then tried to pull away.

 

“No,” I yelled at him, and then stood up and tried to hold my blouse shut while I walked to the door.  He picked me up like I was a ten-pound bag of potatoes and tossed me over his shoulder.  I screamed and yelled at him, I hit his back with my fists while he carried me into his bedroom.  God I was scared, I realized that he was going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not.  I was about to get raped.  He tossed me onto his bed then pulled at my clothes.  I could hear my clothes ripping as my screams turned into begging.

 

“Please don’t do this,” I begged between chest heaving sobs, “oh god, please let me go.”  My blouse and bra were gone, he pushed me down on the bed on my back and easily held me there with one hand while he ripped off my skirt.  I scratched at his arm as the skirt tore revealing my panty-less crotch.  I had really enjoyed going without panties the day before and had done it again that day.  I had forgotten about that when I came over to talk to him.

 

I can’t really explain it but my embarrassment and humiliation skyrocketed, here I was trying to tell him I couldn’t let him do this, begging him not to and then he discovers I’m not even wearing panties.  I could see that knowing grin on his face.  I could almost hear him thinking ‘slut’ as he looked at my crotch.  I continued to fight, and to beg him not to do it, but somehow it just wasn’t the same after he new I came over without panties on.

 

By this time I was naked on his bed.  He was holding me down with one hand on my throat and had pushed his body between my thighs.  He leaned over and sucked on my nipples.  It felt like an electric shock ran through my body.  I had often pinched and played with my nipples, but this, this was entirely different.  I almost stopped begging him not to do this to me when he sucked on them.  I had been ignoring the wetness in my cunt through all of this but as soon as his lips touched my nipple I practically gushed from my cunt.

 

While he sucked on my nipples his hand slipped between my legs.   As soon as his fingers felt my sopping wet cunt his sucking stopped and he lifted his head and stared at me until I blushed and turned my face away.  He pushed a finger completely into my cunt with no resistance.  Then, as he worked the finger in and out of me, he sucked on my nipples again.

 

“Please,” I said making one last attempt to get him to stop, “don’t do this.”  But it sounded unconvincing, even to me.  He stopped sucking on my nipples and looked up at me.  I turned my face away, feeling it burn with embarrassment.

 

“Look at me.” He demanded as he continued fucking his finger in and out of my willing cunt.  I refused to look at him.  He can fuck me, I thought, he can even make me like it, but he cannot make me look at him.

 

“OOUCH, OH GOD.” I screamed as he suddenly bit down hard on my left nipple.

 

“I said look at me, bitch,” he hissed at me.  I turned and looked at him, not wanting my throbbing nipple to be bitten again.  I don’t remember when he took his clothes off, all I remember is his tearing mine off and discovering how wet my traitor of a cunt was, but I looked down past his face and could see his hard cock hovering over my crotch.  It twitched menacingly as his finger pumped in and out of me.  It looked huge.  My fear increased.

 

“Oh god no,” I begged again, “don’t, do it.  You’re going to hurt me.”  Then he said the words I’ll never forget.

 

“I hope so.”  He had the most evil grin on his face that I have ever seen.  I can’t remember if I screamed or not but I heard his laughter.  “The little slut bitch is afraid I’m going to hurt her,” he said through his laughter.  My body trembled in terror.  God please, I begged silently, don’t let this happen, don’t let him hurt me.

 

His laughter died down.  This whole time his finger never stopped moving in my cunt, His thumb never stopped moving over my swollen clit.  I realized that I was humping my hips against his hand trying to force his finger deeper into me, trying to push my clit harder against his thumb.  I looked away as my face burned with additional humiliation.  My body was betraying me.  I felt a sharp stinging on my cheek and my head jerked.

 

“I said look at me, slut,” he yelled at me.  I tried to look at him without looking directly into his eyes, but I couldn’t.

 

“My little rape slut begs me not to fuck her, but her cunt is soaking the bed and her hips are fucking against my hand.” He stared directly into my eyes.  I felt a familiar wave of pleasure begin to crash over my body.  “Look at the whore cuming,” he said to no one in general, “and I haven’t even gotten my cock into her yet.”  He laughed at me as he pulled his finger from my cunt and pushed it into my mouth.

 

I had never tasted myself before.  I felt like I should turn away, try to avoid the finger.  If I was really a good girl I would, wouldn’t I?  I could feel his cockhead hovering just above my open wet cunt entrance as I licked and sucked on his finger.  He leaned down and whispered into my ear.

 

“You, my fine little bitch, are a slut and a whore.  Only a slut would finger-fuck herself where others could see her.”  I could feel his cockhead beginning to push on my cunt lips, separating them.  “And only a dirty little whore would come over here without panties on and fuck herself on her rapist's hand.”  My body was trembling, not from fear, but from the effort I was making not to throw my hips up and impale myself on his cock.

 

“Now you are going to be my little fuck toy for awhile.”  His cock slipped deeper into me.  My cunt was being stretched so much that I was afraid it was going to rip just like my clothes had.  Nothing bigger than a finger had been up there before, and his cock was much bigger than a finger.  I moaned as his cock shaft drug along my clit.

 

“I’m going to show you just how much of a fucking little slut you are. “  He grinned at me as his cock continued to sink into my cunt.  It felt like it would continue to sink into me forever.  “I’m going to rape you and you are going to like it.”  I shook my head ‘no’ but, as his cock ‘hit bottom’ in my cunt I new I was going to be cuming and humping my cunt on his cock like the little slut he said I was before much longer.

 

He held his cock deep inside my stretched cunt while he bent his head down and sucked on my nipples again.  My body trembled harder and harder with my effort to not be a ‘rape slut’ and fuck myself crazy on the hard rod of flesh tormenting my cunt with new, never before experienced, pleasure.  After holding out for what seemed like and hour, but was, if the truth be known, probably closer to thirty seconds, I screamed in total surrender and humped my hips up against his strong body.  I did in fact ‘fuck myself crazy’ on his large hard cock.

 

I also cried.  I wept and sobbed as I fucked myself on him.  I cried because I didn’t want to be a ‘rape slut’ or a ‘whore’ I wanted to be a good girl, but my body was betraying me.  He released my nipples and reached back and, after grabbing my ankles, pushed my legs apart and up until my knees were almost beside my ears.  It hurt, and I begged him not to push them any further, but he pushed some more adding to my crying, and my begging.

 

As he held my ankles, he pulled his cock back out of my cunt and I had a sudden very unpleasant feeling of emptiness.  I could hear myself moaning and I almost begged him to push it back in.  I needn’t have worried.  He pulled it almost all the way out then, after pausing for a second pushed it back in with such force that my body moved almost an inch up the bed.

 

“OH GOD!” I screamed.  His body hit against my clit and smashed it against my pubic bone.  I could almost hear my cunt saying ‘yes, yes, yes, yes fuck me hard’, but my mind was still saying ‘no, no, no don’t make me do this’.

 

“Oh yes,” he said as he pulled his cock out and slammed it back into me again, “My little rape toy has such tight hot cunt.”  He pulled his cock out and slammed it back in again, my head hit against the headboard.

 

“If your cunt is this hot and tight, slut” he said to me as he slammed into me again, “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you tight virgin little asshole.”  I remember moaning half in fear and half in building pleasure from having his cock slam into my cunt repeatedly.

 

“Hold your legs just like this.” He instructed me as he continued pounding in and out of my pussy.  I hooked my hands under my knees and held my legs up and apart like he had been doing.  As he repeatedly slammed into me, smashing my clit and stretching my cunt, I pulled my legs even further apart and closer to my ears.  My breathing was getting heavy and labored.  I could feel an orgasm coming.  I still didn’t want him to know (like I could really fool him) and I was struggling not to cum.  He reached over to the bedside table and picked up a ping pong paddle.  Then he buried his cock deep inside my spasming cunt.

 

“Let go of your legs and grab onto the headboard.” I did as I was told.  His body kept my legs spread open.  He held his cock deep inside me.  I wondered what was going to happen next.  I found out when the paddle slammed down on my right breast.  I screamed and my cunt spasmed as I came.  He waited while my scream, and my cunt spasms, died down.

 

“My little rape toy likes pain.”  He slammed the paddle down on my left breast.  I screamed again.  He was hitting my tits hard, and it hurt.  This was not a ‘game’, he was hurting me, and making me cum at the same time.  I didn’t even know it was possible.

 

“Oh god, am I going to have fun with my little pain loving rape slut.”  He slammed the paddle down on my right tit again.

 

“Please,” I begged him between sobs, and cum spasms, “don’t hit me again.”  The forth blow came just as I finished saying ‘again’.  My whole body jerked, it felt like I was dancing while impaled on a huge pole.  I cried out and begged him again.  “Oh god, please, I can’t take any more.”  I was sobbing, tears were rolling down my cheeks, but despite the pain (or maybe because of it) my hips were jerking, humping my stretched, wet, cunt on his huge hard cock.  The paddle came down one last time on my left tit again, then he tossed it to the side.

 

“Now,” he announced, looking down at my tear stained face, “it’s time to get down to some serious fucking.”  He picked me up by my hips, my back arched so my shoulders and head were still on the bed.  I never would have guessed he was that strong, but he moved his hips back and forward and, at the same time moved my body on and off his hard cock.

 

“OH GOD YES,” he yelled, “IT’S TIME TO SLAM FUCK MY NEW LITTLE RAPE SLUT.”  The position he was holding me in caused his cock to hit a spot inside of me that drove me into a series of non stop cums that blurred everything that happened after that.  All I remember was being fucked by that man and his huge cock for what seemed like hours, that and cuming over and over until I seemed to be in some kind of ‘cum daze’.

 

I have vague memories of yelling things like ‘yes, I’m your rape toy’, ‘god fuck me harder’, ‘yes, I’m your slut’.  I also remember screaming and crying.  Screaming from the nonstop cums, and crying from the nonstop cums.  By the time he was done, and had filled my cunt with its first load of cum, I was lying on the bed, shaking my head back and forth and chanting ‘OHGODOHGODOHGODOHOGOD’ over and over.

 

He got off the bed and walked from the room leaving me lying on the bed, naked and ashamed.  Even as I curled into the fetal position and sobbed I could feel his cum oozing from my still buzzing cunt.  I cried and cried thinking about how much of a slut I’d just been.  Every time my sobs would slow down I’d get this image in my mind of me humping myself on his hard cock and screaming for him to ‘fuck his slut harder’ and I’d be off on another round of sobs.

 

I really did not want to be a slut, and I hated the fact that this man could force me to be one.  Not only could he force me to fuck him to get the pictures, but now I realized that he could force me to like it.  He came back into the bedroom, I turned on the bed and rolled myself into as small a ball as possible, as far away from him as I could get.

 

“Turn over, slut.” he ordered me as he slapped me on the butt, hard.

 

“Ouch!” I yelled as I rubbed the spot he had hit, then I rolled over on my back.  He held out a can of cola, it was inviting and I desperately wanted to take a drink of it, but I shook my head and rolled back over away from him.  The next slap on my butt came from the ping pong paddle he had used on my breasts.  He didn’t have to repeat his command, I rolled back over and when he held out the cola I took it and sucked almost all of it down in one drink.

 

“Lean up against the head board and spread your legs.”  He was still holding the paddle, and there were far too many vulnerable places on my naked body, so I did as I was told.  Still holding the cola can in my left hand I used my elbows to move my self up until I could lean against the headboard.  I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I spread my legs open.  I could also feel my nipples growing hard.   Inwardly I begged my body not to betray me again, but it did no good.  Not only did my nipples grow visibly, but my cunt flowed copiously again.

 

The longer he stared at my naked body the shallower and faster I breathed, the harder my nipples got, the wetter my cunt became and the redder my face grew.  I wanted to look away, to put my hand over my crotch so he wouldn’t see the growing wetness, so he would not know how right he was when he called me a rape slut.  But I was torn, it was only my body that was a rape slut, not my mind.  I hated this.  I did not want my body to react to this treatment.  The more I tried to will my body not to react the hotter I became until my hips humped against the mattress in small circular motions.

 

“So my little slut wants to fuck again.” That terrifying, and exciting, evil grin spread across his face, and I could see his cock growing before my eyes.  That, I had to admit was fascinating.  I’d never seen a cock getting bigger and harder before.  As I watched with open-eyed wonder he reached down and stroked his cock a few times until it was once again hard, and standing straight out from his pubic hair.

 

“Come here.” He ordered gruffly as he continued stroking his hard cock.  I put the coke down on the nightstand and crawled over to him.  He pulled me off the bed then sat on the edge with me standing between his legs.  The combination of physical excitement and mental agony built as he ran his hands over every inch of my body.  I felt soiled and possessed at the same time.  Every where his hands roamed, my skin felt like it was on fire.

 

“Down on your knees, bitch,” he ordered as he pulled downward on my arms.  I knelt between his legs and found his huge hard cock pointing right at my face.  “It’s time for my little whore bitch to learn how to suck a cock.”  I shook my head ‘no’ and tried to pull away from him.  No way was I going to put that in my mouth.  He could do whatever he wanted to with the pictures that cock was not going into my mouth.

 

I clamped my jaw shut, shook my head ‘no’ repeatedly and struggled to get out of his grip.  He shifted one of his hands to my hair and pulled my head back with a handful of it.  I kept my mouth clamped shut, but I stopped shaking my head.  I looked at him and stopped struggling, what I saw scared me.  He was grinning at me, and his cock was pulsing with his excitement.  I suddenly realized that he loved it when I tried to fight him off.

 

Even with the realization that I was doing exactly what he wanted, I could not stop fighting.  My self respect required me to do my best to keep his dirty cock out of my mouth.  Even though I new I would eventually loose, I still had to fight.

 

“Your are truly a rape slut.” He said with a tone bordering on awe. “You even want your mouth raped instead of just sucking my cock like a good little slut bitch.”  As he talked he held me by my hair with one hand and pinched my nipples with the other.  Then he slipped his hand between my legs and grinned when he felt how wet my cunt was.

 

“Yes, little slut, we're going to get along just fine.  You love to be raped and I love to rape little fuck toys.”  Without warning he used my hair to pull me down over his naked legs, I could feel his hard cock against my side.  Still holding my by the hair, he felt behind himself until he found the paddle.

 

“Now,” he continued once he had the paddle in his hand, “here is how this is going to work.”  He stopped to rub the paddle over my exposed butt then continued.  “I’m going to start paddling this little butt of yours.”  He gave my butt a pinch that made me jump.  “Then, when you’re worn out from being paddled and crying, I’m going to turn you over and fuck your mouth.”  I struggled, and screamed ‘no’ as soon as his paddle slammed against my left butt cheek.

 

As he repeatedly slammed the paddle down on my butt cheeks I screamed, I yelled, I cried, I struggled, I kicked my legs up trying to get away, and, I came, repeatedly.  I was embarrassed and humiliated that my body would get pleasure from all of this pain.  I don’t remember how long he spanked me, but finally, just as he had predicted I was totally worn out.  He stopped paddling me and stood up.  I fell onto the floor in an exhausted heap.  I did not resist at all as he pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed.

 

He turned me over onto my back, then pulled me toward the edge of the bed until my head was hanging over.  I had no fight left, and when he pushed his cock into my mouth I did not resist.  He used both hands to finger my cunt and clit as he pushed his cock through my mouth and down my throat.

 

When I felt my air being cut off I finally started struggling.  He pulled his cock back out far enough to allow me to get a breath of air then pushed it back in.  Despite my exhaustion I could feel my cunt clamping down on his fingers as his cock fucked in and out of my throat.  Every time he pulled his cock out of my mouth I would choke and sputter and suck air into my lungs.  Even in this position, my head upside down, my forehead getting repeatedly slapped by his big heavy balls and my throat gagging and convulsing every time his cock slid into it, I still noticed my hips beginning to hump my cunt on his invading fingers.

 

Tears of shame and humiliation rolled down my cheeks.  He was right, I was getting my mouth unmercifully raped and I was on the verge of cuming.  Then I did cum, humping my cunt against his hand so hard I was sure my cunt would be bruised the next day.  He seemed to like my moaning with his cock jammed into my throat.

 

“Oh god that’s good,” he said after one particularly long and loud moan vibrated up the length of his throat fucking cock.  Just as my orgasm ended and my body relaxed he pulled his cock from my mouth and spewed his hot sticky cum all over my face.  He immediately pulled me to my feet and made me stand naked in front of him.  My whole body was shaking and twitching.  He got out a huge rubber cock and handed it to me with my clothes.

 

“Take this with you.”  He stated in a very matter-of-fact voice. “Tonight you will not shower, bathe, or in any way wash the cum from your face or your cunt.”  I blushed more deeply at the thought of running around with my parents all night with his dried cum on my face.

 

“When it’s time to go to bed, leave your curtains open and your blind up.  Leave your light on.” He gently stroked my breasts stomach hips and thighs while he talked. “You will get undressed in front of the window and when you are naked you will lay on the bed, spread your legs wide and fuck yourself with this rubber cock.”

 

“No...” was all I said, shaking my head, before he had rushed me out of his house and closed the door, leaving me standing naked on his front porch.  I quickly put on my ripped clothing and, holding it together as best I could, walked back over to my parents house.

 

When I got home I went into the bathroom, intending to disobey him and wash his drying cum from my body.  Instead I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror.  The cum on my face had not yet dried completely and shown in the bathroom light.  My crotch, all around my cunt and clear down onto my thighs glistened with his, and my, sex fluids.

 

I searched my image in the mirror, trying to identify exactly what it was that was different about me now than before.  Other than the afore mentioned glistening cum, messed up hair that could only be described as having a ‘just fucked’ look and a bright red butt from the spanking I could see nothing different.  I picked up my brush and tried to straighten my hair, unconsciously being careful not to rub the cum from my face.

 

As I brushed a gob of his cum through my hair my only thought was ‘I wonder if it will give my hair more body?’.  I felt like I was a little disjointed, kind of separated from my body.  It was my body, I rationalized, not me that enjoyed getting fucked.  It was only my body that humped itself against his hand.

 

I could feel my skin tightening as the cum on my face, and on my thighs, dry.  I put on fresh clothes then hurried to catch up on my work and get things ready for dinner.  By the time my parents got home everything was ready for them and we sat down at the table to eat dinner.

 

Every time one of my parents looked at me I expected them to suddenly stop eating and ask me why I had dried cum on my face.  Once, when my father paused with a fork full of food half way to his mouth and looked at me a little closer than usual, my brain took off on its own.  Suddenly I was in the middle of a fantasy where my dad asked me just that, then made me stand in front of him and lift my skirt while I spread my legs so he could examine me to see if I’d been a slut.

 

“Did you finish your homework?”  I stared at him for what felt like forever before I realized that he had asked me about my homework and not about the cum still drying between my legs.

 

“Yes, all except Algebra, I’ll get that done after dishes.”  I decided my brain was not old enough to be allowed out on its own like that.  For the rest of dinner though, I could not get the image of me standing in front of my daddy holding my skirt up while he examined me, from my mind.  It caused me to get wetter than ever.  Each time my mind went through it the examination got more intimate.

 

The first image had just been of him looking at me, but the next time I imagined him pulling my thighs apart to get a better look.   As hard as I tried I could not keep from thinking about that image over and over while we ate.  The next time it popped into my mind he was spreading my cunt open with his fingers.

 

I desperately wanted to run to my room, but it was my night to help with the dishes. My mom washed and my dad dried with me cleaning off the table and sweeping the floor.  My awareness must have been heightened by my afternoon’s experience.  I’d always been aware of my parent’s love for touching each other, but tonight I suddenly realized the sexual nature of those touches.

 

They stood side by side with their bodies touching.  My dad would hold his arms so that they would rub against my mom’s tits every time he reached for something.  Once, when my mom thought I wasn’t looking I actually saw her give my dads cock a firm squeeze through his trousers.   I took the trash out and when I came back in they were kissing.  Not just kissing, mom was rubbing her crotch in small circles around the bulge I was suddenly aware of in my dad’s pants.

 

“Hey you guys,” I said jokingly, “no necking until the dishes are done.” They broke off their kiss and went back to work laughing at being caught.  I left them to their dish washing/ genital grouping and went to my room.  While I finished my homework I gently felt my wet cunt with my left hand.  Every few minutes I would stare off into space and think about those images of my daddy inspecting my cunt, or chuckle about how my parents had managed to be sexual with each other all these years without me noticing.  Just as I finished my homework and slammed my Algebra book closed my mom knocked gently on the door then came into my room.

 

“Is everything ok?”  She sat on the edge of my bed.

 

“Every things fine mom.” I had pulled my hand out from under my skirt as soon as I heard the knock, and was now trying to wipe my finger off without being too obvious about it.

 

“You seemed to be a little distracted at dinner.”  When she looked at me with her gentle eyes, I almost blurted out to her everything that had happened since yesterday.

 

“It’s just the homework, I was worried about.”  I immediately felt guilty about lying.  Mom got up to leave the room then stopped at the door and turned back around.

 

“You going to shower tonight, dear?”

 

“Ah...no, mom, I think I’ll take my shower in the morning before I go to school.”  Mom smiled at me.

 

“Some fella at school you’re trying to impress?” she asked with a joking raise of just her right eyebrow.

 

“Yea, ah...something like that mom.”  She left and I pushed the door shut then laid on my stomach and cried.  Maybe I should have told her everything I thought, but I just couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in her eyes if I told her what was really going on.  All evening I had been telling myself that I would not strip in front of an open window, and I would not fuck myself with that obscene rubber cock.  But, just like earlier in the bathroom, when bedtime came around I closed my bedroom door then, after pushing a chair up against it opened the curtain and window blind.

 

With the light on I could not see anything except my own reflection in the dark glass.  I slowly unbuttoned my blouse then let it slip down my arms and fall to the floor.  The reflection was poor enough that I could not see the red spreading over my face, but I could feel lit.  I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.  I stood and looked at my breasts in the dark glass.  I could see my nipples growing hard.

 

As I took off my skirt I pictured him at his window watching me with a pair of binoculars.  I had to admit the idea of being watched like this turned me on.  I ran my hands over my breasts then down my stomach and into my crotch.  I could feel the wetness all down the insides of my thighs.  I had never imagined that I could produce this much fluid.  I opened my top drawer and took out the large rubber cock that I had hidden under my cotton panties.

 

I lay down on the bed, just like he had told me to, and spread my legs.  I had entered what I would come to call the ‘slut zone’ where my brain disconnected while my body did all those things that made it feel good.  As I rubbed the head of the rubber cock up and down my cunt lips my brain went back out on its own again.  I was overwhelmed by images of my daddy inspecting his little girl ever more thoroughly, and at the same time images of the man next door watching me while he stroked his large hard cock.

 

As I pushed the cock into my wet, open cunt I reached up with my other hand and ran my fingers over the part of my face that still had his dried cum on it.  I felt like I had been branded.  It amazed me that no one else had been able to see his brand on my face.  I fucked the rubber cock in and out of myself as I pinched my nipples and wallowed in my dual fantasies of being watched by the man next door and being inspected by my daddy.

 

By this time my daddy’s inspection had reached the point in my fantasy that he was using his fingers to feel my cunt and clit.  In my head he told me what a cute little cunt I had and how he liked to look at it and to touch it.  I reached down and stroked my clit with my other hand as I continued fucking the robber cock in and out of me with growing intensity.

 

I pretended that the fingers touching my clit belonged to my daddy.  I came as soon as I pretended my Daddy was touching me.  I could almost feel him lying beside me, stroking my clit and whispering in my ear telling how nice and juicy my cunt is.

 

Each time I came it seemed to only add to my excitement instead of satisfying it.  I came over and over.  Slowly the man next door slipped into the back ground as I imagined my daddy doing nastier and nastier things to me and to my cunt.  Finally I came so hard I thought I would pass out when, in my mind, my daddy was finally climbing on top of me and pushing his cock into the place where the neighbor's had been.

 

When the excitement of the orgasm passed, I turned out the light, pulled the cover over me, rolled up into a ball and sobbed.  What kind of ugly perverted little slut was I becoming I asked myself over and over, to imagine that my daddy would do that to me.

 

I don’t remember going to sleep, but suddenly it was the next morning.  I took my shower then went back into my room to dress.  I carefully picked out the most ‘modest’ panties I had.  The first day had been a new experience, the second day without panties had been an adventure, but today I wanted to do everything I could to not feel like a slut.  I dressed much more modestly than I usually did and, after eating breakfast, headed for school.

 

All day at school I was plagued by images of what had been done to me the day before.  What had been done to me, what I had done and what I had imagined being done to me.  No matter how hard I tried not to think of these things, they kept popping into my mind, and every time they did I was left wetter than the time before.  I kept resolving all day long that I would not go over to that perverted monster’s house after school.  He could just do whatever he wanted to with those pictures, they weren’t that bad.

 

When I got home, I worked around the house, firm in my determination to not give into his demands.  After I’d been there for about ten minutes the phone rang.  I told myself not to answer it, but after about the twentieth ring I picked it up.

 

“So, little slut, you’ve decided you want me to give these pictures out to everybody?”  The tone of threat in his voice scared me.  Scared me and set my cunt on fire, but I stuck to my guns.

 

“I don’t care what you do with those pictures,” I said with faigned confidence, “my parents will understand when I tell them what happened.” I suddenly had what seemed to be a great idea, “and you will go to jail when they see those pictures.”  I smiled to myself, I really thought I had him, until I was chilled by the sound of his laughter.

 

“I think my little rape toy better come see the video I made last night before she decides to disobey me.” Then there was the click of him hanging up the phone, he didn’t even wait for me to answer. It only took me about thirty seconds to decide that I’d better see what he had before I did anything I would regret.  I went over to his house having resolved that I would not give into him no matter what was on the video.  It never occurred to me that if it really did not matter what was on the video, I would never have gone over there.  The door opened just as I was about to knock on it and he pulled me into his house and closed the door.  He pushed me into the center of the room, I almost tripped over the coffee table, then caught my balance and stood up.

 

“Strip, slut.”  I folded my arms over my breasts and shook my head ‘no’.  “Strip those clothes off, bitch, unless you want them torn off like I did yesterday.”  He looked at my quizzically, “how many outfits can you afford to have torn up?”  He had a point, so I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor.  I took off my skirt, but left on my bra and panties.

 

“Buck naked, bitch.”  I gave in and took off my bra and panties.  I mean, after all, it’s not like he hadn’t already seen me that way.  I stood there, naked, and watched as he stripped off his clothes.  I was red with embarrassment and crying again, disappointed in how quickly my resolve not to come over here had evaporated.  His cock was already hard and sticking out from his pubic hair.  He sat on the couch and pulled me over to stand between his legs like he had before.

 

“Would you like to know what I’m going to do to you today?”  He asked in a cold, even, matter-of-fact tone of voice.  Without waiting for a reply he continued.  “I’m going to fuck you up your tight little ass while we watch the video of you fucking yourself last night.” He finished with a grin as he slipped his hand between my legs and pushed one of his fingers inside my already wet cunt.  He put his other hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down until we were face to face staring into each other’s eyes.

 

“There are two ways we can do this,” he explained as he fucked my cunt with his finger, “you can bend over and let me lubricate your asshole, then cooperate with my fucking you.  Or," his mouth turned up into his cold, evil grin, "you can try to fight me off.  If you do that I will carry you into the bed and hold you down while I rape your dry, unlubricated ass.”  His grin demonstrated which option he preferred.  I gave it a quick consideration and decided that getting fucked up the ass was probably going to be painful enough without being slapped around and abused at the same time.

 

“OK,” I mumbled, "I’ll cooperate with you.”  I’m not sure if the mental pain of ‘volunteering’ to be a slut wasn’t worse than the physical pain of having my ass hole raped would have been.  He had me turn around, then lean over with my hands resting on my knees.  He had me separate my legs and bend my knees slightly so he’d have better access.

 

Suddenly the TV came on and I was watching a picture of myself undressing in front of the open window while he slipped his lubricated finger into my virgin ass.  I don’t know which was worse, watching myself be a slut on video tape, or having this man fuck my ass with his fingers.  Just as my image on the TV finished caressing her breasts and cunt, and walked over to the bed, the man announced that all was ready.

 

With a hand on each side of my waist, he pulled me down onto his large glistening cock.  I was watching myself rub the head of the rubber cock up and down my wet cunt lips on the video as his cock pushed against my sphincter muscle.  I was mesmerized by the sight of my cunt on the TV screen.  I could see the fuck juice and cum transferring from my cunt lips to the head of the rubber cock.

 

He pushed his cock into my ass at the same time I pushed the rubber cock into my cunt on the TV.  I felt a searing pain as his cock pushed into my ass.  I cried out, sobbing and begging him to stop.  I grabbed his wrists and tried to push myself up off his hard cock, but he was so much stronger than I was that it all proved useless.  I couldn’t stop him as he pulled me down onto his rigid pole.  The more I screamed and yelled, the more I begged him to stop, the more I struggled and tried to get away, the bigger his grin got as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into my virgin ass.

 

After a torturous long time I finally felt his pubic hair grinding against my butt and new that he was all the way inside my poor stretched ass.  He let me just sit on him for a few minutes and rest while we watched me fucking myself on the TV and my ass got used to being stretched almost to the point of ripping.  Tears were streaming down my face but even with all this pain, even with the humiliation of watching myself be a slut with the rubber cock, I felt my juices flow once again.  He reached around and fingered my cunt and my clit while he let his huge hard cock rest inside my tight ass.

 

He stroked my clit and finger fucked my cunt with one hand while he pinched my nipples and mauled my breasts with the other.  He was not being gentle with either hand, but I was once again discovering that when I was in the ‘slut zone’ my body would react to pain with increased wetness and multiple orgasms.  Without any conscious intent on my part my hips moved in a slow back and forth motion rocking my ass on his hard cock.

 

The almost unbearable pain had become first a bearable ‘fullness’ then, slowly a very erotic presence in my asshole.  I had a small little ‘pre-cum’ orgasm, Just enough to spasm my cunt on his fingers and drench them with cunt juice.  As soon as he felt my cunt grab at his fingers he pulled his cock a couple of inches out of my ass, then pushed it back in.

 

“OH GOD,” He shouted, “What a tight fucking asshole my little fuck bitch has.”  By now my brain was completely disassociated from my body and my body was beginning to fuck itself on his fingers and cock with ever increasing force and speed.

 

He grabbed me around the waist and stood up, leaning me over the coffee table.  My hands supported me on the table, and my head was only a couple of inches from the table top.  I was almost standing on my head.   He held me around my waist and rocked me forward and backward, fucking my ass on and off of his hard cock.

 

In this position he could not maul my breasts, or finger my cunt and clit.  I lowered my head until it rested on the table then used one hand to maul my own breasts and the other to finger my own cunt and clit.  It didn’t feel as good as when he did it, but it did add to my building excitement.  Is he fucked my ass on and off his huge cock, and I fingered my cunt and mauled my tits, I remembered reading ‘The story of  O’ that day when all of this started.  I thought about her getting her ass gang fucked by all those men while my ass was getting fucked for the first time.

 

“OH GOD, FUCK ME HARDER.”  I could not believe I was screaming this.  I could feel my face ‘filling up’ with blood the way it does when your upside down.  I was now rocking myself on and off his cock, he no longer needed to hold my hips and force me.  I felt him lean over so he could speak to me.

 

“Fuck yourself on my cock, slut.”  I almost stopped moving when the shame and humiliation caused by being called a slut swept over me. 

 

“Fuck yourself harder, bitch.”  He picked something up from the end table, I could not see what he had.  I felt a sting and heard the slap against my leg.  I jumped slightly.

 

“Ride my cock you fucking little whore.” He yelled as he brought the riding crop down on the side of my tit.   He switched the crop to his other hand and slapped the side of my other tit with it. 

 

“Harder I said.”  I redoubled my efforts fucking my ass harder and harder on and off his cock.  But it didn’t seem I could ever satisfy him with my fucking.  He kept slapping all over my back, sides, legs and the sides of my breasts with the crop, urging me to fuck faster, or fuck harder or fuck deeper with each hit.

 

Tears were streaming from my eyes into my hair.  Sweat was rolling off every part of my body I struggled to fuck harder and faster, trying to satisfy him and get him to stop hitting me with the riding crop.  During this time several great cums sort of snuck up on me.   I wouldn’t even be aware of how excited I was when all of the sudden I’d be jerking and spasming through another soul shattering cum.

 

My leg and arm muscles ached and were beginning to cramp from fatigue before I finally felt him bury his monster cock deep inside my rectum and moan loudly as he spewed his hot cum into my ass.  After his cock stopped jerking and shooting cum, he let me slip off and I collapsed onto the table, he collapsed back onto the couch.  My whole body was trembling and twitching from the after effects of cuming over and over.  Surprisingly I must have dozed off, the next thing I new he nudged me with his foot then handed me a can of cola.  I sat up and gulped it down.  He sat on the couch and watched me for a few minutes then spoke.

 

“I’m going to let you choose.”

 

“Choose what?” I asked, not sure I really wanted to know.

 

“I’m going to let you choose which hole I use for my last fuck for this afternoon.”  I blushed when he said that.  Sure he had just fucked my ass, and I was sitting in front of him naked, but to have him casually talk to me about deciding which ‘hole’ I wanted him to fuck made me blush.  We sat for another minute or two in silence.

 

“Well?”  I considered just not answering.

 

“If you don’t make up your mind in ten seconds I’ll start whipping you and not stop until you do.”  I had no reason to doubt his intent to do just exactly that.

 

“My vagi....” I started to answer when he interrupted me.

 

“You have three holes, bitch.  Now choose your cunt, your ass, or your mouth.”  He pushed my head back with the riding crop under my chin.   “And make it a request, such as ‘please fuck my...’ and the name of the whole you’ve chosen.”

 

“Please fuck my cunt.” I said slowly my face reddening and my tears beginning to flow again.

 

“That’s my little slut puppy,” he said with a grin, “always eager to get her cunt fucked.”   He took hold of my wrists and pulled me onto my knees between his legs.  “Now suck on my cock until it’s nice and hard, then I’ll fuck your eager little cunt."   He grabbed handfuls of hair with each hand and pulled my face toward his slimy half hard cock.  I remembered what had happened yesterday when I tried to refuse to suck on him.  When his cockhead touched my lips I opened them and accepted his cock into my mouth.

 

It was warm and I could feel it growing inside my mouth as I tongued the combination of ass and cum from it.  When he was hard, he turned me around and leaned me over the table, for a moment I thought he had changed his mind and was going to fuck my ass again.  Instead he knelt down behind me and slipped his hard, saliva coated cock into my cunt.

 

Since I was still deep in the ‘slut zone’ my body reacted immediately and I humped myself against his cock.  I totally abandoned my feelings of disgust and shame and completely gave into the feelings of lust for the first time.  I moaned, I groaned, I screamed for him to fuck me harder and faster.  I told him how good his cock felt inside my cunt.  I promised to be his slut forever.  In the back of my mind I knew I was going to pay for this with feelings of overwhelming shame and humiliation after I was done, but I no longer cared about that.  I just wanted to cum, over and over as hard and as often as I could before he filled me with his cum again and sent me home.

 

And I did, I came over and over, my cunt grabbing and milking his cock.  I ground my self back onto him like a whore trying to earn a big tip.  I looked at him over my shoulder and licked my lips and said every nasty dirty think I could think of.  Then he pulled his cock out and came around to the other side of the table.  I looked up into his face as he stroked himself two or three times then shot his hot cum into my waiting face again.

 

He told me to stay where I was, so I stayed, laying across the coffee table.  His cum ran down my face while I fought off the feelings of shame and humiliation.  He went into his bedroom and a moment later came back out.  He held something in front of me.

 

“Do you know what this is?”  I had no idea, I couldn’t even guess what it was. 

 

“This,” he walked around behind me, “is a butt plug.” I felt him push it against my ass.  I felt my ass stretch almost as much as it did when he fucked me.  I felt it contract again with something inside.  Then he came back around.  He knelt down and looked me in the eyes.  I was on the verge of tears, I could not hold back the shame and humiliation much longer.

 

“You will wear that until you come back over here tomorrow.” He ordered. “If you have to shit, you can take it out, but be sure you put it right back in.”  He picked me up by my arms and walked me to his door.  “And don’t forget to put on your little show tonight.”  With that he handed me my clothes and shoved me out the door.

 

I sobbed as I hurried to put my clothes back on before somebody came by and saw me standing naked on my neighbor’s porch.  The feelings of shame and humiliation swept over me stronger that ever.  Once dressed, I ran home and threw my self on the bed and cried great heaving sobs until I was all cried out.  When there were no more tears left I got up and did my after school house work, ignoring my bratty brother and trying not to think about the plug filling my ass while I talked to my parents during dinner.

 

I must admit I did squirm a bit more than usual during the meal.  The flat end of the butt plug rested against the chair seat and pushed the plug up just a bit further into my ass.  Every time I moved I could feel the big end of the plug move inside me.  It kept me wet all during dinner, and when I got up I quickly pushed my chair up to the table so no one would see the wet spot on the seat.

 

I went up stairs, but found studying to be almost impossible.  Between the butt plug keeping my attention focused on my ass, and my concern about how I was going to make my ‘little show’ sexier than it was the night before, everything I read just slipped right back out of my mind again.  I decided that I would not be able to learn anything until I took care of my wet cunt.  I put the chair in front of the door to slow down anybody who might decide to come in then lay down on my bed.

 

I spread my legs and ran my fingers up and down my wet cunt lips, then around my clit.  After a minute or two of fingering my cunt and clit I reached down with my other hand and gingerly felt around the butt plug, running the tip of my finger around my stretched ass, then I grasped the end of the plug and gently moved it.  I moved it up and down, side to side and gently a little in and out while I fingered my cunt and clit.  The gentle movements in my ass added excitement to my fingers stroking my cunt.

 

I stopped what I was doing and jumped out of bed.  After retrieving the rubber cock from my underwear drawer I lay back down and gently worked the cock into my cunt while I moved the plug more enthusiastically in my ass.  Between the cock in my cunt and the plug being wiggled in my ass I came quickly and quietly then relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of having both of my holes filled.

 

I was suddenly jerked awake by the noise of the chair against the door sliding across the floor.  I threw my skirt down over my cunt just in time to hide the rubber cock still lodged in it from my father as he poked his head in the room.

 

“Is everything ok?  Your mom and I are going to bed now.  You better get into your pajamas and go to bed too.”

 

“Ah...OK...dad, gee, I must have fallen asleep.”  The rubber cock was threatening to slip out of my cunt.  I could just see it shooting across the room in front of my daddy’s eyes.  Laying in my bed with a butt plug in my ass and a rubber cock in my cunt while I talked to my dad seemed so perverse, and at the same time turned me on so much I was sure the cock would come shooting out any second.

 

“What time...” there was a noticeable pause in my speech as I sat up on the bed, pushing both the butt plug and the rubber cock deeper into my body and almost causing an orgasm right in front him. “...is it?”  Daddy glanced down at his watch.

 

“It’s almost midnight Sweet Thaying.” He always called me that ‘Sweet Thaying’.

 

“Thanks dad, I’ll get ready for bed now.”  He looked at the chair blocking the door, then looked at me with a sly grin on his face.  I swear I must have turned bright read clear down to my stomach.  I just knew that he knew what I had been doing, maybe not the details, but he new I’d been ‘playing with myself’.  I waited until dad had closed the door then, after letting the rubber cock slip out of me, quietly moved the chair back up against it again.  I still had a show to put on for the neighbor and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.

 

I opened the curtains and the blind, then just kind of gyrated my hips and shook my tits while I slowly took off my blouse and bra, then my skirt.  Once I was naked I took the rubber cock and, standing real close to the window rubbed it over my tits until my nipples were real hard, then I pushed my tits up against the glass so my hard nipples were surrounded by pink tit flesh.  I had another chair beside the window so I put my right foot up on that and forced the rubber cock in and out of my cunt while I mashed my tits around on the cold glass.

 

Leaning almost my full weight against the glass, cushioned by my tits, I fucked the cock in and out of my cunt while I stroked and pulled on my clit with the other hand.  As I got more and more excited my whole body slid up and down on the glass.  I felt like screaming but couldn’t risk having my parents dashing back into my room to see what the trouble was.

 

As I neared another orgasm I held the rubber cock against the edge of the windowsill and my whole body kind of undulated as I worked my cunt on and off of it.  My body jerked so fast and so hard the rubber cock knocking against the sill sounded almost like a vibrator.  I finally came in three massive undulations of my entire body then collapsed against the window panting.

 

After catching my breath, I stuck my tongue out at my unseen observer then turned the lights out and went to bed.  When I woke up I was still holding the rubber cock in my hand.  I stuck it under the pillow real quick, then moved the chair away from the door and climbed back into bed.  I was worn out and decided to tell my mom I was sick and see if she’d let me stay home.

 

I’ve always been a pretty good actress and mom agreed to let me stay home.  I snuggled under the covers and listened for the parents and my bratty little brother to leave.  Mom and dad shouted ‘good bye’ from the back door, then the door shut and I heard the car pulling out of the driveway.  I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling.  I felt completely relaxed for the first time since the neighbor forced me to come over to his house.   I should have known it was too good to last, the phone rang.  I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway to answer it.

 

“Hello?” I said, knowing who it was before he spoke.

 

“I see you’ve stayed home from school.” He stated I could almost hear the evil grin in his voice.  “I think you better get your skinny, butt plugged little ass over here.”

 

“I can’t,” I could hear myself whining at him and I hated myself for it.  “I’m sick.”

 

“I don’t care if you're running a temp of 110 and are bazooka barfing everything you’ve eaten in the last week, get your ass over here so I can fuck you.” He barked at me.

 

“I can’t, my parents will be calling me during the day to make sure I’m ok.” I paused trying to see how he was taking this excuse, “and if I’m not here to answer the phone they will come home to check on me.”

 

“Do you have a cordless phone?” he asked me.

 

“Yes.” I answered immediately without thinking first.

 

“Then bring it with you, bitch and get your fucking cunt over here.  Now, if you know what’s good for you.”  I heard a click and realized I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, naked with a butt plug hanging out of my ass.  Before I could move the phone rang again.

 

“Hello?” I said tentatively.

 

“Just put a T-shirt over that naked body of yours and get over here.”  He said then hung up again.  How does he know I’m naked? I wondered as I walked back to my room and put on a long T-shirt that would cover me down to my thighs.  I took the cordless phone with me and walked over to his house.  As soon as I walked onto his porch the door opened.

 

Without saying a word, he pulled me into his front room, leaned me over his coffee table and, after kneeling behind me plunged his already hard cock into my cunt.  As he fucked forcefully in and out of my cunt I was overwhelmed with shame and humiliation, tears ran down my cheeks.  He was just using me for his pleasure.  He didn’t really care about ‘me’, he just wanted my cunt, ass, mouth and tits.  He just wanted a place to dump his cum.  As he fucked he picked up the remote and turned on the TV then started the tape of last nights ‘show’.

 

“That’s quite a show you put on last night, slut.” he said as my image gyrated around in front of the window while I stripped off my clothes.  My humiliation was complete.  I looked a hundred times sluttier than I ever imagined.  I watched as I fucked myself on the rubber cock and rubbed my tits on the glass.  He fucked my cunt in time with the action on the screen.

 

“You’re quite the little whore, aren’t you?”  He asked as he pulled and pushed on the butt plug while he fucked harder and harder into my cunt.  He grabbed my waist and pulled me tight up against his body.  I could feel his cock jerk and twitch inside me as his cum filled my cunt.

 

“I’m going to have so much fun fucking you all day.” He said as he let his cock slip out of me.  I was still crying, I was nothing more that a fuck toy to him.  Still holding me bent over the table he pulled the but plug from my ass, then let me stand up.  He handed me the butt plug.

 

“Go wash this.”  I walked into his bathroom and soaped my hands then washed the butt plug.  I rinsed it then carried it back into his front room.  While I was gone he had cleaned everything off the coffee table.

 

“Lay here.” He ordered pointing to the table.  I lay down on the table top and waited for further instructions.  He disappeared into his bedroom for a second, then came back with another rubber cock.  It was even bigger than the one he had given me to take home.  He pulled a chair over to the end of the table and pulled me down until my butt was almost hanging over the edge.

 

“I'm going to watch my fuck slave up close and personal while she fucks herself.”  He said as he held out the rubber cock.  I wanted to get up and run home.  I wanted to lock myself in my room and never come out.  What is this ‘fuck slave’ shit, I thought as I reached out and took the rubber cock from him.  I’m not his ‘fuck slave’; I’m just doing this until I get the pictures back.  Despite my silent protests, I meekly pushed the rubber cock into my just fucked cunt and worked it in and out.

 

As I fucked the cock in and out of my cunt he leaned closer until I was almost hitting his nose with my hand with every outstroke.  I watched between my legs as he stroked his cum and cunt juice covered cock into hardness again.

 

“Work it, bitch, work it.” He said softly as he watched me fuck myself.  I was just beginning to feel a little excited when the cordless phone rang.  I froze and looked at him with terror in my eyes.  He put his hand on my wrist to keep me from pulling the rubber cock from my cunt.

 

“You will continue to fuck yourself while you talk to whoever it is calling you.” He instructed me.  “If you stop fucking yourself I will take the phone and tell the person on the other end exactly what you are doing.”  He paused while he picked up the cordless phone.  “Do you understand?”  He waited while I nodded ‘yes’ then pushed the button on the phone and handed it to me.

 

“Hello.” I said.  He tapped my wrist to remind me to start fucking myself again.  I stroked the rubber cock in and out of my cunt while I listened on the phone.  “It’s ok mom don’t worry about it...no...everything is OK...I just rushed from my room to answer the phone...” just at that point he grabbed my clit between his thumb and finger and squeezed it while he stroked it roughly.  An involuntary “..Uuhh...” came out of my mouth.  “...no, nah...ho, ma...om I’m ok...I just bumped my Ta...OHH, on the table leg.”

 

I closed my eyes and listened to my mothers concerned voice as I fucked my own cunt with the rubber cock and he pinched and pulled on my clit.  I felt so dirty and perverted talking to her on the phone while this was happening.  With those feelings my cunt spasmed and I just knew that I was going to cum soon and if I didn’t get mom off the phone she was going to hear me cum.

 

“Every things fine mom,” I assured her, using all my will power to keep my voice from revealing what was happening between my legs, “I need to lay back down now...Yea mom, I love you too.” I managed to hold of the orgasm long enough to push the button on the phone, making sure my mom was disconnected.  Then I let the phone slip from my hand and land on the floor as my body undulated on the table and a loud moan came from somewhere deep inside me.

 

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...GODDAMNTIT...AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH...SHIIIIIIIIIIITTT...OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW...FUCKMEFUCKME”  I was now using both hands to fuck the rubber cock in and out of my aching cunt just as hard and as fast as I could.  He was pulling on my clit so hard I thought he was going to pull it off.  Every muscle in my body felt like it was going to cramp forever. 

“OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT”  I just kept saying that over and over.  My mind blanked out.  It was the most painful/pleasurable cum I’d ever had up to that point.

 

Without even waiting for my orgasm to finish he pushed my legs up and apart as far as they would go and pushed his now re-hardened cock into my ass.  I was still hanging onto the rubber cock in my cunt as his real cock forced my ass open and slipped inside me.  He pushed my hands away from the rubber cock and fiddled with the end of it.  Suddenly it seemed to come alive inside me.  I could feel the vibrations throughout my whole body.

 

He pushed the now buzzing rubber cock as far as it would go into my cunt, only stopping when its base was pushed up against my clit.  I couldn’t tell if the vibrating base of the cock pushed up against my clit made it hurt, or made it feel good.  Somehow it seemed to do both at the same time.  He banged his cock into my ass with a fierce concentration that was almost scary.  I could tell this was going to be a long fuck.

 

And, wouldn’t you know it, shortly after he had his hip-pounding fuck rhythm set up that damn cordless phone rang again.  He didn’t even slow down as I groped around under me trying to find the ringing phone.  My whole body was shaking from his pounding ass fuck and vibrating from the rubber cock buzzing in my cunt when I pushed the button on the phone and answered it.

 

“Hu...low.” I managed to get out.  It was my dad this time, calling to check up on his little girl.  “I...uh...I’m doing...fi...ine...da...deee.”  I looked up and he was grinning at me while he watched me talking to my daddy on the phone as he fucked in and out of my ass.  “Yea, daddy, I...um...not...fee....ling...too bad.”  I managed to get out.  I had felt really dirty and nasty talking to my mother while I was fucking myself with the rubber cock, but it was different with my daddy.  I could almost feel my cunt clamping down on the rubber cock as I listened to my daddy’s deep voice over the phone.  I’d never realized how totally sexy my daddy’s voice was.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear my daddy’s voice again without getting wet between my legs.

 

“I’m do...ing OK, da...uddy.  How are you?”  I realized that I was intentionally keeping him on the phone, keeping him talking so I could listen to his deep sexy voice while the neighbor fucked my ass.  I listened while my daddy told me how is morning was going, then said goodby.

 

“Bye bye daddy, I love you.”  I don’t think I ever said ‘I love you’ to my daddy in quite that way before.  The phone slipped from my hand again and I closed my eyes.  I imagined that it was my daddy fucking me instead of the neighbor.  I kind of ‘zoned out’ at that time, going through a set of almost continues orgasms, each one more intense that the previous.  They got so strong that they scared me.

 

The cock fucking in and out of my ass seemed to last forever.  I was lost in the tremendous series of cums and sometime later realized I was lying on the table with my legs draped over the end and nobody fucking me.  A wave of disappointment that I was no longer being fucked washed over me, along with a wave of humiliation from the memory of how I had imagined my daddy fucking me.  I couldn’t help it, I cried again.  How could I imagine such things about my daddy?

 

I sat up on the coffee table and found myself sitting in a large sticky puddle of cum and cunt juice that had collected under me during the marathon ass fuck.  I looked around the room, and saw that I was alone.  I stood up and walked toward a door I heard noise coming from.  I found myself in his kitchen.  He was working at the counter.  He seemed to sense my presents and turned around.

 

“Hey sleepy slut,” he said in an almost affectionate tone of voice, “you ready for some lunch?”  Seeing his naked body reminded me that I was still naked also. 

 

“Sit down.” He indicated a chair at the kitchen table. “I’ve just finished making us some ham and cheese on rye sandwiches.”  I sat down.  He walked across the room and sat a plate with a sandwich on it in front of me.  He sat the other plate in front of the chair across from mine then went to the refrigerator and got two cokes for us to drink.  Returning to the table, he sat down and looked at me.  I, of course blushed.

 

“Eat up.” He said pushing my plate a little closer to me. “You’ve got to build up your strength for this afternoon’s activities.”  He finished with a wink and a grin that sent chills down my spine.  I picked up the sandwich and took a bite of it.  I couldn’t under stand it but the casual nakedness of us sitting at the table eating without clothes on embarrassed me more that having him fuck me.

 

There are only a few things I remember about the day I told my parents I was sick and stayed home from school.  Mostly I just remember that every time my mom or dad would call to check on me the neighbor had his cock inside one of my holes.  The most memorable time was when he had me on my hands and knees on top of the coffee table fucking my mouth and throat.  The cordless phone rang, he picked it up and handed it to me then while I said hello to my dad the neighbor's huge hard cock was sliding into my ass hole at the other end of the table.  I talked to my daddy for almost fifteen minutes while the neighbor fucked my ass.  Then, after cuming deep inside by bowels, he walked around the table and rubbed his dripping cock all over my face while I told my daddy good bye and that I loved him.

 

Late in the afternoon he had me lay on my back on the coffee table and hold my legs up and apart as far as possible.  I thought he was going to fuck me again.  I remember thinking that he’d better hurry or my bratty little brother would be home from school.  The neighbor got a tube of something, I still to this day don’t know what it was.  He squeezed out generous amounts and rubbed it into my nipples, then into my clit and cunt lips.  He put a huge gob of it on two of his fingers and worked it deep into my cunt.  He smeared it over my asshole, then worked gobs of it into my ass just like he had into my cunt.

 

As soon as he was done he pulled me up from the table, put the cordless phone in my hand, and pushed me out the front door.  I was used to this, I had to dress on his front porch all the time.  I looked around the porch floor expecting to see a pile of clothes and found none.  I was obviously going to have to go home naked.  I went down his driveway toward the back of his house then climbed over the low fence into our back yard.  Unfortunately the back door was locked.  Tears rolled down my cheeks as I realized I had to go to the front door to get in.  I looked around then grabbed the cushion from the chase lounge.  Holding the cushion in front of me I dashed up the driveway and into the front door.

 

I ran to my room and pulled some clothes on just as I heard my brother coming in the front door and yelling ‘hi’ to me.  I rushed into the kitchen to set the table and get the cooking started for dinner.  I almost dropped a stack of dinner plates when it hit.  The fire hit my nipples, cunt and ass all at the same time.  It started out as intense itchy ‘tight’ feelings that made my nipples hard and made me want to run up stairs and ‘do’ myself with the rubber cock.

 

I managed to get the table set, pausing whenever my brother was out of the room to reach down in my pants and finger my cunt or ass trying to relieve the intense burning feelings that were building.  The ‘fire’ in my cunt made me leak moisture so profusely that it actually ran down my thighs almost to my knees.    I ran upstairs and changed into a skirt, no way did I want a wet spot growing in the crotch of my shorts.

 

Dinner was pure torture.  I struggled to set still and not cram my whole hand up my cunt or ass.  I concentrated on not squirming in my chair, and the more I worked to not react to the feelings, the more aware of the burning sensations I became.  As soon as I could get away I ran to my room and slammed the door.  Then I got the rubber cock from under my panties and, after throwing myself on the bed with my legs spread wide, fucked my cunt as hard as I could with the cock.

 

After a few minutes I switched to my ass since it was burning also.  I didn’t know what to do about my nipples.  I soon discovered that by fucking my cunt and ass I had just worked the salve deeper into myself causing a more intense sensation.  I desperately looked around the room, I needed something in both holes at the same time.  I settled on the handle of my hairbrush for my ass and the rubber cock for my cunt.

 

I spent the evening laying on my bed frantically fucking my ass and cunt for a while then, leaving the hair brush and cock inside me, I’d pinch and pull on my nipples trying to calm down the fire that kept them hard and tender.  I kept up the non-stop cycling from fucking my holes to pinching my nipples while the mattress under me got wetter and wetter.  I could smell my cunt, I wondered if my daddy and brother could smell me as they walked down the hallway outside the door.

 

As the time passed my wrists grew sore, my nipples became engorged and tender to the touch.  It got to the point where it hurt almost too much to continue, but I couldn’t stop for more than a minute or two before the burning sensations made me start up again, no matter how raw and sore I was.  I cried as I fucked myself and pinched my nipples.  Please I begged no one in general, please make it stop.

 

All this self-fucking and nipple pulling and I didn’t cum even once.  Whatever it was that he used to make me burn seemed to stop me from cuming also.  It was the most frustrating night I’d ever had, I couldn’t stop fucking myself, but no mater how long, how hard or how fast I fucked the cock and brush handle in and out of my cunt and ass I couldn’t cum.

 

Finally in the early morning hours the burning calmed down enough for me to drift off into a troubled sleep.  I fell asleep with tears running down my cheeks, and with the cock and brush handle still buried deep inside my body.  As soon as I was asleep I dreamed.  It was a dream where I watched myself as well as feeling what the ‘dream’ me was feeling.

 

It was Sunday morning and we were getting ready for church.  As we gathered in the front room all dressed in our best clothes, the doorbell rang.  Daddy answered the door and spoke intensely to the neighbor who had rung the bell.  Daddy glanced over at me several times, and I wasn’t sure I liked the way he looked at me.  Daddy and the neighbor shook hands then Daddy came over to me and, taking me by my arm, explained to me that I was going to have to spend the day with the neighbor instead of going to church.  As he explained this he walked me over to the door and handed me over to the neighbor.

 

The neighbor and I stood on our front porch and waved as my mom, dad, and brother drove off in the car.  As soon as they were out of sight the neighbor ripped my good clothes from my body.  I tried to fight him off.  I didn’t want my best dress torn and ruined.  But my fighting was useless and soon I was standing sweaty, flushed and naked on the front porch as cars drove by and boys honked their horns and yelled obscenities at me.  I cried and begged the neighbor to let me go inside and get dressed.

 

He laughed at me then put a thick chain around my neck and locked it with a heavy padlock.  He hooked a lighter chain to the one around my neck then gave it a pull as he led me off the porch and down to the sidewalk.  I almost stumbled several times as he yanked on the chain like it was a leash.  He walked me slowly down the street towards the center of town.  As we walked I cried and begged him to take me home.  Every time he caught me trying to cover myself up with my hands he’d slap me hard then make me lean over from the waist and display my cunt to the cars going by until he thought I’d been punished enough, then we’d move on.

 

Soon we had a whole crowd of men and boys following behind us.  Cars would slow down and honk their horns.  Teenage boys would lean out of the car windows and ask him if I was for sale.  He’d always say ‘No, but I might rent her out for awhile.’ Then he’d laugh and yank on the leash to get me moving again.  As we made our way down the street I realized that my cunt was getting wetter and wetter.  With a great shock I realized that I wanted these obscene boys and men to fuck me.

 

Even as I realized this I pulled against the chain and begged him to take me back home.  That realization only made me cry harder.  I didn’t want to be a perverted slut whore who couldn’t wait for a crowd of men to start fucking her.  I wanted to be a nice girl, a good girl, a girl my daddy would be proud of and love.  When I fought the chain too much he grabbed me from behind and stood me on the curb with my legs spread and fingered my cunt in full view of the passing cars.

 

The honking horns, the hoots and shouts of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ turned me on but also embarrassed and humiliated me.  For several days I had been thinking what a slut I was for getting turned on even when I was embarrassed and humiliated, then I suddenly realized it was the embarrassment and humiliation that was turning me on.  God, I felt worse than ever, what kind of little slut whore perv would get turned on being shamed and humiliated?

 

He released me and yanked on the chain to get me moving down the road again.  I stumbled and fell.  He stepped over to where I was laying on the ground and pulled up on the chain.  It was either stand up or get choked.  I struggled to my feet and looked at myself as we walked down the street again.  I had beg dirty spots on my tits where they had laid on the sidewalk.  My legs and arms were also dirty from the sidewalk.  My neatly done hair was becoming tangled and messy looking.

 

When we reached the center of town the neighbor looped the other end of the chain around a light pole and locked it with another padlock.  After he yanked on the lock to insure it was secure he turned and after shouting ‘she’s all yours

 boys’ turned and, without a single look back walked off toward where we lived.

 

“NOOOOOO” I screamed as I backed up against the pole.  “OHHH GOOOD PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME.” I shouted after him.  He kept walking like  he had not heard me.  The men and boys crowded around me.  I could see them unzipping their pants and pulling out impossibly large hard cocks.  Three of four of them grabbed me and pulled me away from the post.  They leaned me over and held me while a man forced his huge cock into my cunt.  Another man stepped up and pushed his into my mouth.  Soon they were fucking my body like it was a carnival ride.

 

As the men fucked me and moved aside making way for the next one I could hear cars pulling up and doors slamming as more people joined the crowed waiting to use my body.  The men took turns holding me bent over with my arms pulled up behind my back while they fucked me two at a time.  One cock in my mouth and the other in my cunt or ass depending on the individual preferences of the man doing the fucking.

 

As the forth of fifth man pulled his cock from my mouth and pumped his load of cum onto my face and hair I saw a policeman approaching.  Oh god thank you, I thought as the blue uniformed man pushed his way through the crowd.

 

“Make way, make way.” He ordered as he pushed the men aside and approached me.  The man behind me never stopped fucking in and out of my ass.  The officer used his nightstick under my chin to pull my head up so he could look at my face.  I held my breath waiting for him to order the men to disperse then take me to the hospital where I could be treated.  My hope collapsed as he slowly lifted his left hand and after grabbing his zipper tab, paused for just a moment before ever so slowly pulling the zipper of his trousers down.

 

Still holding my head in position with his nightstick the officer pulled his huge already hardening cock from his pants and pushed its head against my lips.  With a moan of surrender I parted my lips and felt his cock slide over my tongue and down into my throat.

 

“There, there,” the officer spoke soothingly as he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, “that’s a good little slut bitch.”  Instead of the frantic fucking I had been receiving from the other men, the policeman fucked my mouth with long slow strokes moving his cock all the way out to my lips then pushing it all the way down my throat until my nose pushed into his kinky pubic hair.

 

All the while the officer fucked my mouth I was unaware of the other men fucking my cunt or ass.  The officer talked almost constantly in soothing tones ‘Yes my little whore, you’re about to drink the city’s finest cum.” He would say.  “Take it all in my little fuck doll, take it all.”  Then he held my nose buried in his pubic hair and I could feel his huge cock twitching in my throat as he emptied himself into my stomach.  After he came in me the officer zipped himself up then saying ‘carry on men’ he turned and went on his way.

 

Even with all these cocks fucking me I still had not cum.  I squeezed my cunt muscles, rocked my ass, and fucked myself back onto them, all in an attempt to get them to cum sooner so the next man could fuck me.  I was constantly sure that the next cock, the next fuck would be the one to send me over the edge, the one to make me cum.  As each new cock would slide into my body I would know even before it was all the way in that this cock was also not the one, that I wouldn’t cum with this fuck.  So each time I would look excitedly, expectantly at the next man then face the disappointment of knowing that he was not the one even as I did everything I could to hurry his cuming.

 

The crowed thinned out enough that I could see the cars going by.  I saw the family car pull up and daddy get out of the passenger side.  That was strange enough since he always drove, but mom looked at me and waved cheerfully as she and my smirking kid brother drove off down the road.  Daddy pushed his way through the crowed of men and approached me.  I could see his hard cock bulging against the inside of his pants.

 

In my dream my daddy stood in front of me and unzipped his pants even slower than the officer had.  He slowly reached into his fly and pulled out the biggest hardest cock I’d ever seen.  As soon as I saw it I new, this was the cock that would make me cum.  This was the cock that would be my savior.  After showing me his magnificent cock and stroking it a few times while I watched my daddy slowly walked around behind me.  I could feel his hands on my hips, I could feel the massive helmet shaped head of his cock touch my over used cunt lips.  I held my breath waiting for ‘the’ cock to enter my cunt.

 

I suddenly snapped awake.  I was laying on the bed my hands between my legs and the rubber cock and the brush handle still inside my poor tired over used cunt and ass.  Even though there was no one in the room to see me I hid my head in shame and humiliation.  I pulled my hands from my crotch and looked at them.  They were covered with my cunt lubricant.  The bed squished as I sat up and moved over to the edge.  I had not known that a woman could produce that much liquid from her cunt.

 

My nipples were about three times larger than normal and throbbed if even a light breeze touched them.  They looked like raw meat.  I didn’t dare touch either of them.  My cunt and ass felt like raw meat.  I spread my legs and gently touched my swollen clit.  I pulled my finger away and winced in pain.  ‘I definitely over fucked myself.’ I mumbled as I headed for the bathroom and a long hot shower.  I washed carefully and gently only wincing occasionally when I would touch the wrong place a little too hard.  I chose clothes that would protect and comfort my sore abused nipples, cunt and ass.

 

At the breakfast table my mom and especially my dad tried to talk me into staying home another day, telling me how tired and sick I looked.  Daddy looked really disappointed when I insisted that I had to go to school.  Then he shrugged his shoulders and said ‘whatever you want, honey’.   I had to go to school, it was the only chance I had to get some rest.  If I stayed home the neighbor would be fucking my sore cunt before my parent’s car had turned the corner at the end of the block.

 

All day at school I thought about what was happening to me, the neighbor forcing me to do all these perverted things, the marathon self-fuck last night and the dream, especially the dream.  I stayed wet all day thinking about it.  I blew off the last two classes and headed home early.  I went the long way around the block so I could approach our house from the other side.  I wanted a couple of hours to think about and explore this idea that my daddy would want to fuck me, or maybe just that I wanted my daddy to want to fuck me.

 

I thought I had gotten to the house without anyone in the neighbor’s house being able to see me, but just as I walked past the phone in the hallway it rang.  I knew immediately who it was.  I thought about ignoring it and trying to make him think I wasn’t home but then I thought about the pictures he had.  Not only the first ones he took, but also there were the ones he had taken of me putting on ‘shows’ in my bedroom at night.  I picked up the receiver and listened.  He didn’t even wait for me to say ‘Hello’.

 

“You thought you could sneak into the house did you, slut?” he chuckled.  “Well now you are going to have to be punished.  Get your slutty little cunt over here.” Then he hung up.  I sighed and walked with growing resignation over to the neighbor’s house.  As usual the door opened before I could ring the bell.  The door slammed shut behind me and I heard the lock being turned before I realized there was another man in the room.  A man I’d never seen before.  On the TV they were watching the tape of me fucking myself in front of the window.

 

I shook my head ‘no’ and backed toward the door.  The neighbor caught me by my arms and pulled my elbows back and pinned them behind me with one of his arms.  This forced my breasts out and rubbed my still sore nipples on the inside of my bra cups.   The neighbor holding me in this helpless position walked me over to where the other man was sitting on the couch.

 

“This is Frank.” He announced as we approached him. “I owe him fifty bucks and I agreed to let him spend a couple of hours fucking you instead of paying him cash.”

 

“Oh god no,” I begged as I struggled to get away from him.  “I don’t want to fuck anybody else.”  The neighbor pushed me forward until I was standing between Frank's knees.

 

“Look at this, slut, before you say what you’re not going to do.”  Still holding me facing Frank the neighbor grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted my head around so I could see the TV screen.  On the screen I saw me naked and kneeling between the neighbors legs as I sucked on his hard cock.  There was no sign of me being forced.  In fact, I had to admit it looked like I was quite enthusiastic about my cock sucking assignment.

 

While I was being forced to watch myself sucking cock Frank reached up under my blouse and pulled my bra off my breasts then massaged my tits and my sore nipples.  I continued to struggle and say no, but when Frank’s hand slipped up my thighs under my skirt, I spread my legs without being told to.  I winced when his fingers slipped into my still raw sore cunt.  The neighbor released my hair, but I still watched myself sucking on his cock.

 

“I want to show you what a total rape slut this bitch is.”  The neighbor told his friend, Frank.  “As you saw on the earlier video our little whore fucked her self raw last night.”  Oh god no, I thought feeling the shame and humiliation of knowing that this stranger had watched a tape of me fucking myself insanely.  Frank pinched my clit and I jumped and yelped with pain.

 

“She’s so raw and sore that it’s going to hurt her like a bitch when we fuck her.  We’ll have to take turns holding her down while the other fucks her.” He reached around and pinched one of my still raw nipples, ‘no’, I yelled and started struggling again.

 

“It’s going to be just like raping her.”  My neighbor was still holding my arms behind my back, Frank picked up my feet and they laid me down on the coffee table.  I wondered for a moment how many other woman had been raped and abused on this table.

 

My neighbor sat straddling the table and continued to hold my arms behind my back.  He held me with my head and shoulders up off the table so I could see what Frank was doing.  Frank grabbed my ankles and seemed to enjoy wrestling with me as I attempted to keep him from pushing my legs apart.  He dropped his pants revealing his already hard cock then pushed my legs apart and forced it into me.  I bucked and kicked, not from pleasure but from pain.  I tried to push him off, I tired to kick him, I tried to pull my arms away from my neighbor so I could hit him.

 

“God this feels good.” He said looking at my neighbor.  I wanted to lay still and not make it better for them, but it hurt too much for me to not try to fight them off.

 

“She’s such a rape slut,” my neighbor replied to Frank, “that I’ll bet that fifty I owe you, plus another fifty that she cums before you're finished fucking her.  Frank slammed his cock into me hard smashing his body against my tender clit and making me yelp and struggle even more.

 

“OK,” Frank panted, “It’s a bet.”  Then he leaned over and bit my right nipple.  I screamed and then screamed again when he bit the other one, then I came.  I could not believe it myself, but I came as soon as he bit my sore nipples.  The two men laughed at me and congratulated themselves for having such a nasty little rape slut to fuck.  I felt shamed and humiliated.