“Give me your brown sugar now, bitch. I want it now!” Then he leaned back and looked at the left side of her face as her head was pushed into the table top. Her left eye was sparkling with unshed tears; he couldn’t see the other side of her face but knew that there too she would be fighting tears. He knew that he’d take this picture and this set of physical sensations with him to his grave.
He’d forced himself into me and then he wanted me to make him feel good too. Everything about me hurt. The pain was mainly centered around the new messages radiating out from my rear. But my bladder hurt and my feet hurt, everything hurt. But I tried, God help me I tried to please him. I pushed my hips back into him and rotated them a little. But it wasn’t enough I guess. Because he raised himself up on his tiptoes to change the angle of his penetration and suddenly his presence inside me felt like a knife tearing and ripping at my flesh. With this one move, he tried to rend me in half as he tore my rectum. I tried to raise myself too to relieve the pressure on my anus, but his weight on my hips and back kept me pinned. I cried out again and again as he did this to me, but all he did was laugh.
He was buried inside Victoria and she was tight around his erection. Everything about her was exquisite. Her hole was warm and everything was perfectly lubricated as he took his time slowly attaining full penetration time and time again. Every time he went up on his toes, the muscles of her asshole would grab at him, trying to immobilize his cock. God, it felt wonderful as he drilled her. His wife never let him do this to her and he resented it; he enjoyed taking out his frustrations with his wife on a hot little whore like this teenaged American bitch.
Finally, he noticed that his cock had begun to feel a little warm and he realized that his man hadn’t gotten all of the crème out of her rectum, so he sped up a little and soon he came inside her. He stood there for a minute after he’d cum and just concentrated on memorizing how good it felt to have a beautiful woman like this take it in the ass from him. Finally, he grew so small that he slid out of her no matter what he tried to do and he knew that it was time to pass her on to the others.
At his nod, the two men that had been holding me pulled me upright, escorted me over to a man sitting on one of the couches and then forced me to my knees on a rug in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled his flaccid penis out, telling me to start sucking, “and if I bit him, he'd knock my teeth out and then face fuck me anyway!” The two men pushed me forward and the man in front of me ground his soft, flabby cock against my face and lips.
Still hidden in that small distant place in my mind and not yet having fully recovered mentally from being anally raped, I didn’t understand at first what he was saying. When I tentatively opened my mouth to him, he began to get harder without me doing any sucking. I shook my head a little, but eventually was able to get my hands up and grasp his penis. Assuming a position that I had by now memorized, I leaned into him and fully took him into my mouth. He immediately began to get hard as I began working him, but suddenly someone grabbed my hair from in back and forced my face forward completely into the man’s groin. This other person wouldn’t let my head come back and I found that I couldn’t breathe with his cock filling my mouth and my nose smashed into his belly.
Pushing back with my hands on the man’s knees, I was finally able to get enough room between my face and his groin to enable me to breathe again. But with the seated man using two full handfuls of my hair to pull my head back down on him and another man pushing my head from the back, I found myself being shoved onto and pulled off of his rod until my lipstick left a thin glaze of color on his erection from tip to root. I was still too stunned to be doing much sucking on him. But that seemed to okay to him, because I guess that all he wanted was somewhere to put himself inside me and he’d do the rest.
I knew that these men could do anything they wanted to me and that I wouldn’t be able to stop them. I’d finally wanted to cooperate, but like the driver and the two men with him, that didn’t matter to these men. I think that it was my karma that these things were happening to me only after I’d realized that I couldn’t win.
My only hope, my only defense was to do exactly what they demanded and hope that they didn’t hurt me too badly. Even though I had previously shut it down, that small part of my conscious mind that had acted like a third eye when I had been subtly resisting the men on the boat was critical to my safety as I tried to go along with these men tonight and give them everything they wanted. I felt as if I stood on the edge of a mental crevasse and these men were trying to push me over the edge. I tried to prepare myself for what they would do.
Finally, the head of his penis lodged at the entrance to her throat and he felt her gag on him---with her face impaled on his cock like it was, her gagging motion actually felt kind of good to him. Even as she retched and involuntarily tried to pull her head back, he still saw her lips inadvertently close over his erection. The moves that she made as she hunched her shoulders and gagged on his erection felt great and when they next pulled her head back, he could see a nice heavy ring of red from her lipstick right at the base of his cock. Eventually, they pushed her head hard enough onto him that his cock slammed past her gag reflex and down her throat in a way that didn’t allow her to breathe. They then held her head immobile with his cock totally buried in her mouth while they had a short conversation.
“I love the way she stretches her lips stretch around my cock,” he purred in contentment. “But I think you’re right though, she needs a lot of practice.” Then grabbing a handful of hair by each of her ears, he began to fiercely fuck her in the face. It went on and on, and everyone could hear it---the sound of her forehead slapping against his belly was mirrored by her grunts as he forced himself into her; his balls making a soft slapping sound on her chin matched by the deep gagging sounds from her throat.
My nose was pressed against his belly when he finally achieved release in my mouth. He was deep in the back of my throat and wouldn’t let me come back up for air, so I was forced to swallow it. A month ago I would have died if someone done this to me, but now this didn’t seem to bother me as much anymore. I hated to think that I was getting used to giving blowjobs to any man that wanted one and to then swallow his cum, but I was.
He then pulled out a little and continued cumming in my mouth; it seemed like he’d never stop. I had cum dribbling out of the side of my mouth in long white strings, it hung from my chin and spilled onto my chest and blouse. When he finally pulled out of me, I began coughing and even brought up a little cum that had been spent deep in my throat, but which I had not yet swallowed.
They were pigs, but it didn’t matter to me. I was safe from them here deep inside my mind. As long as I could watch from a distance, they might take my body, but they’d never have the real me. During my time on that floating hell, I had finally found that you could do this if you tried hard enough. You just tucked the unwanted thoughts and deeds of others deep into some backwater recess of your mind until the normal clutter of your life obscured it, and then you pretended that it wasn’t there. I was good at this now. I needed to be good at this because even if I was cooperating now, I still needed to somehow keep my sanity and this was the best way I’d found.
For the last month, I’d been using my own special places for hiding things; dark little crevasses in my soul where one might tuck an experience or even a whole relationship, so that it never saw the light of day again. This was my life now; I now knew that there was no savior for me, no white knight, no one to deliver me from the life of being a whore that my new Master had planned for me.
At nineteen, I also had finally faced myself and found that I wasn’t really a strong person; certainly not tough enough to last for long in a life like this. I wanted to die rather than provide sexual release for untold men as I was sold from one owner to another. I hoped that I still had too much decency in me to survive. I felt that a life like this would soon kill any remaining spark of goodness within me; I knew that I would be dead within a year. But somehow that was okay too, because in the end it was only family that mattered, and because I was willing to sacrifice myself, my family was safe. I’d kept them safe.
Victoria was still on her knees coughing when two men grabbed her arms, pulled her to her feet and dragged her towards the pool table in the center of the room. Oddly, as if she might be a danger to them, one of the men kept her in a wrist lock as they marched her back to the rest of the men, where willing hands picked her up and laid her on her back on the table. There was a man holding each wrist and another man holding each shapely ankle.
For some reason, this snapped me out of my funk and back to my current reality. I was scared, helpless, vulnerable and totally exposed. I begged them to let me go, but they just looked at me and laughed. While my arms were held tightly by my sides, my legs were pulled widely apart and my skirt then lifted up around my waist. At the same time, my blouse was ripped open, sending buttons flying everywhere and exposing my breasts for all to view. Suddenly, and surprising even me, after all that the men had done to me this awful night, fear metamorphosed into a blazing rage; I began screaming my anger at them and struggling in earnest, throwing myself back and forth in a final attempt to free myself.
The leader of the men grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. He’d taken what he wanted from me so no longer felt the need to pretend to any goodness. He looked directly into my eyes for a few moments before he said, “Bitch, this is what you are. We’re not stopping for anything. You’re a piece of ass now and you’re going to get passed around like a cheap stock tip. These men have been waiting for you for weeks, so why would we stop now?” He then slapped me once, hard enough to stun me and I felt him walk away from me as I lay motionless on the table.
The men were now lined up to have their turns with me. I’d already been sodomized by the leader and I guess that he’d indulged in his appetite for helpless women enough for now, so he pointed to who got to get up on the table with me. “Snakedriver,” he said, “go ahead. I want to see what this bitch’s got.”
I had finally regained some sense after being slapped so hard. Even though it embarrassed me, I had to ask them; “Please,” I begged, “please for the sake of God, let me go to the bathroom. Please.”
Laughing, the men all looked at each other and agreed that they didn’t want me pissing all over the top of the pool table, so two of them helped me down and into the bathroom. I quickly sat down on the toilet and with my blouse hanging open, was able let loose with a gushing torrent; I had been well taught in the last month to ignore any false modesty where bodily functions were concerned. Finished, the men allowed me wipe quickly and then dragged me back out and onto the table top.
In a supreme act of betrayal, all of the men had been told about Jorge’s discovery of Victoria’s sexual weakness. Telling the others to hold her tight, the first man quickly flipped her skirt up around her waist and reached between her legs to begin single mindedly manipulating her genital area, focusing mainly on her clitoris. She’d recovered from the blow to the head but instead of fighting against these men, she laid there unresisting with her legs spread wide for them as they masturbated her. Another man soon brought out a small vibrator and between the two, after a couple of minutes of being manipulated, Victoria felt herself begin to respond in spite of herself.
She tried to ignore what they did to her, but the man worked at her tiny, hidden button of flesh, manipulating it with his fingers and the vibrator. Finally, her clit was engorged, filled with blood and standing erect as if it was her own small penis. At this point, another man reached over and pulled a small silver alligator clip on a thin silver chain out of his pocket. Without a word to her, he isolated her clit with his forefinger and thumb, and then attached the strong jaws of the clip to her engorged clit and ran the chain between her knees to the foot of the table. Not expecting this, Victoria couldn’t stop herself from screaming as he clamped it onto her. Ignoring her, he instead looked at the man who was ready to mount her and nodded his head. Snakedriver was definitely ready for her, his erection pointing to the room’s ceiling. He climbed up on the table and ignored her now weaker struggles as he got on his knees between her widely stretched thighs.
I knew what was coming, but couldn’t do anything about it. I was finally beginning to come out of the trance I’d been in every since I’d arrived here. The anal burn was finally going away and the only thing really hurting right now were my hips and the insides of my thighs due to my legs being stretched apart almost to the breaking point. I knew that I had a gaping need between my legs that needed to be filled, but I refused to allow myself the pleasure of responding to their attempts at enticing me out of my self-imposed shell of safety.
First one man and then a second had worked on my clitoris and it responded like I knew it would, like it always did. I knew then too that Jorge had betrayed me and told these men of his discovery. If possible, the men holding my ankles pulled my legs even further apart and a man leaned over my belly and hips for a second, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. I tried to raise my head to watch him when suddenly there was a crushing, mashing pain in my clit and I shrieked my surprise and my pain. I felt like my body had fragmented and the two main parts were connected only by this white hot, steel-hard point of pain between my legs. When the man stood up again, I saw him lead a small chain back from between my thighs to the foot of the table. God, it hurt!
I struggled as best I could, begging them to let me go. Finally, I watched the one they called Snakedriver get on his knees between my legs, grab his cock and guide it into the opening of my pussy. Whimpering with pain, I closed my eyes and turned my head away from him; I didn’t want to see the look of satisfaction on his face as he took me. I felt him split my lips with the blunt, shiny, dark purple head of his erection and he began his move to possess me. Finally filled after a couple of tentative thrusts, I could soon tell that I had become wet and that he was now filling me, sliding wetly and smoothly into me up to his nutsack. The men continued to hold me immobilized as I lay beneath the one they called Snakedriver; I still did my best to refuse to cooperate with my rapist.
This was a man and therefore my master, but he was not my new Master. I couldn’t conceive of my Master wanting me defiled like this before he’d been with me first himself. However, according the pigs on me now, this was what he wanted. But in the end, it didn’t matter to me because it wasn’t a contest anymore. My body would eventually react to these pigs as they desired, but it would be just another in a long line of rapes. I would never cooperate with them. It wouldn’t change the ‘me’ that these base, vile men could never begin to appreciate. The ‘me’ that living a life like this would soon kill.
At the same time, the white hot pain that had centered between my legs seemed changed as I was filled by the man they called Snakedriver. It seemed to expand, enveloping my whole body, but I was still contained within the bubble it caused. My body wanted to respond to this man and the pain, both of which seemed coupled in my mind now, but I wouldn’t allow the usage of me like this.
The leader watched Snakedriver fuck Victoria and get no response; from this, he knew that the men on the boat had been right. Nodding to the man with the silver chain, he started the teenager on her way to hell. The man with the chain began to give soft tugs on the chain connected to M’s genitals. After each tug, he would keep a gentle pressure on the chain for a second, before he released it, ensuring that she would always be feeling some sort of pulling pressure on her genitals. And then he would start the whole process all over again. He seemed to be timing his tugs to the thrusts of the man fucking M. Almost immediately, they saw a change in the new whore.
I felt the gentle tugs that were perfectly synchronized with the pig’s thrusts into me and knew for sure that I’d been betrayed by the one man that I thought I might be able to trust on the boat. I cried out in dread of what would happen to me if these men were successful and also tried to move in a way that would stop the pulls on my womanhood, but it was to no avail. As the tugs continued and I felt my vagina being filled by a man plunging into me in pile driver slams, I felt too the carnal side of my nature tentatively come to the edge of the light, as if lured into a fight to the death with the tiny objective and civilized part of my mind that still remained to defend what was left of the real ‘me’.
The animal side of me wanted to surrender forever to the pleasure of the moment, to never again worry about what I had been taught as a child. If it felt good and no one was hurt, then it was what I should do. Fighting it was the other side of me that my mother and father had spent years nurturing inside me. Delay your gratification, remember who you are, don’t embarrass yourself or your family, save yourself for your husband, eat your peas.
I threw my head from side to side, crying out for them to stop. I begged them, “Oh God. Please not this; please don’t do this to me.”
But I couldn’t say whether I meant the man on top or the man tugging at the foot of the table. In any case, they were in control, not me, and both men continued what they were doing. Within minutes of being thrown on the table, I was beginning to react to the men as they wanted. I promised to be good and not fight them if they’d just let go of me, but no one believed me.
Suddenly, it seemed like the ‘I’ that I had known for nineteen years was gone and she’d been replaced by a new woman now lying on the table. I felt so relieved to give out a loud scream on purpose, but I knew that it didn’t sound like it was of either pain or anger. I realized that I was in fear, fear of what might happen and fear of what I might do. The race between my animal passion and my conscious ego took an eternity to be run and a moment to complete. I felt that tiny spark that controlled my civilized behavior move closer to the light, and closer again, and finally closer one more time; soon it was illuminated and I looked at myself in detail---and then like that, it was gone---snuffed out by the animal needs which now controlled my every move.
I felt the man on me slowly withdrew his rigid cock until only the engorged purple head was still inside me, then he slammed forward again in one massive thrust, sending his engorged dick back in and filling me to my depths. God, I wanted more. I didn’t want more, I HAD to HAVE more of him.
I couldn’t help myself. I tried, but just couldn’t. I gasped when his groin slammed into my mound and I tried to bite his ear. The man softly tugging on my clit was driving me crazy! He had to stop, he must stop. He’d better never stop! In and out the man on top of me moved, keeping a slow, careful rhythm, obviously enjoying the feel of my tight flesh grabbing his erection; enjoying my hips arching to meet his thrusts and straining against the men holding my ankles, trying to keep his meat buried inside me.
After what seemed like an eternity to me, he pulled back for one last push. I didn’t want to and my mind ordered me stop, but my body did its best to thrust my hips up to meet him. Almost pulling out of me, the man grunted and rammed forward with all his strength. Just at that moment, the man at my feet gave a long hard steady pull on my clit. I felt my head snap back hard against the table and I heard myself give a long muffled scream of pure pleasure. With the insides of my upper thighs, I felt the man inside me tighten his ass and shove into to me several more times. But all I was really paying attention to was the continuous tugging on my clit; and finally I felt a firebomb of burning hot semen injected deep inside my belly. The man on top of me shuddered and grunted, and the scalding sperm continued to shoot into my pussy; he’d filled me with his pleasure as the men on the boat had always done.
He then withdrew his dick. I knew that everyone was watching me, watching how I reacted, watching the lips of my dark red, blood engorged pussy cling to his cock as he pulled out. They saw the alligator clamp cruelly fixed to my erect button of flesh. But that didn’t matter to them, for another man quickly jumped on the table when the first man got off of me. With one move of his hips, he entered my wet vagina. This time, I swore that I could feel my vagina being slowly stretched and filled with his enormously thick cock. He was really big around and I knew that my facial expression must be one of agony; I felt like he was tearing me apart with his erection.
At the same time, my clit kept being abused by the man below: tug, tug, tug. The sensations there were tremendous---a brilliant crystalline point of anguish/pleasure in the distance which seemed to burn brighter and brighter the more the man pulled. The worst part was that it truly wasn’t pain anymore, but rather it had gone from something that had caused me intense suffering to something that profoundly stimulated and excited me. I had first desired and now finally needed that erotic touch of the cold metal clamp between my legs.
From a distance, I heard the man on top of me ask, “You like it darling, don’t you?” I ignored his question, but not his driving cock. Soon, he asked me again, “You like it, don’t you, you bitch?”
To my horror I heard myself agree with him softly, “Yesssss.” At the same time, I knew that I had to make one last feeble try to not give in to the animal pleasure. “Please,” I begged softly, “don’t do this to me.”
He looked at her lying beneath him, first agreeing that she liked getting fucked by him and in the next breathe she was begging him to stop. He was immediately contemptuous of her and he let the little cock teaser know this. His belly and hips and ass shook as he slammed his cock into her again and again as hard as he could. At the same time, he shouted, “The only fucking thing you get to beg for is more cock buried inside you, you bitch. You come in here dressed like a fucking whore, a cheap looking cock-sucking cunt and you want us to stop? Fuck you, you slut! Who do you think you’re kidding? You’ll fuck and suck every man here until none of us get it up anymore. You’re a slut and you’ll prove it to every one of us tonight."
Victoria started to say something in protest and he interrupted, “Shut up, you cock-sucking, ass-fucked bitch. There’re a lot of men that are going to fuck you tonight, so shut up.” With that, he started pumping her for real. The man below kept tugging on her clit and finally Victoria exploded.
I groaned in sheer pleasure and with my eyes closed and head moving from side to side, I begged, “Don’t….please. Deeper.” Tug. “Please.” Tug. “Deeper.” Tug. The man on me looked down in amazement and almost stopped driving into me. Tug.
Suddenly, my eyes flew open and I moaned, “Yes. Fuck me. You bastard, you wanted to fuck me----so fuck me now. You ugly bastard, I need your cock bad.” Tug. “Oh yes, right there---deeper---deeper, now fuck me hard, please. Hard, HARD!!!” Tug.
He smiled down at me and replied, “You are such a slut, you bitch. You know you’re a cunt, right?” He nodded at the men holding my arms and ankles and they let go of me.
Tug. Tug. I couldn’t help myself. “Stick that beautiful cock in my pussy. Fuck me. Oh God, oh God. FUCK MEEE HEREEEEE!” Tug.
They stood around the table and watched my first truly uncontrolled climax with a man that night as my ass clenched, my stomach muscles tightened and my legs stiffened. I slammed my hands on the table repeatedly and whipped my head back and forth like a woman possessed, while my body spasmed and jerked about and my legs intertwined uncontrollably with his. Finally, I drew long gouges of flesh out of his back with my nails as my vagina clenched around his cock and seemed to draw more of him inside me. He howled in pain, but never stopped what he was doing. My ankles were crossed over his lower back now as we struggled in our age-old embrace, and then he was done; but there were more men waiting.
Men came in me and got off and other men got on me. They’d long ago let go of me because I was cooperating fully with them now. They knew that I was now willing to take care of ALL their needs. I had one man inside me, my face was turned to the side as I sucked off a second and I was jerking off a third with my hands. I heard them ask me questions as if from a distance. I didn’t care what I did or said right now, it was almost like I was on drugs. I would hear them and I’d take the dick out of my mouth long enough to answer them and then put it back in.
The next man to take me had a giant cock and I didn’t even remember if he’d fucked me yet or not. Tug, tug. I grabbed his erection and said, “Oh, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Please fill me with that glorious piece of meat.” I looked at the man who now had his penis buried in my mouth. I took him out of my mouth long enough to smile at him and murmur, “I’m a little cocksucker,” and then resumed working on him.
“GIVE ME MORE!!!” I demanded of the man between my legs. Tug. Lying between my thighs, he hunched his hips and then drove into me. My head snapped back and I knew that my mouth gaped wide open with his first move; one of the men standing to the side took advantage of me at that moment and filled my mouth again as it opened, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was so intense that my eyes gave a quick flicker as they attempted to roll back in my sockets.
“Squeeze me with your pussy, it’ll feel even better for you; it’ll feel real good for you,” he demanded of me.
Tug. I babbled in ecstasy, “You’re HUGE! I can do it. I can squeeze my pussy. My cunt, it squeezes….good. It squeezes, oh….so….good.”
“That’s right. Oh, you fucking slut. Squeeze me you bitch,” he demanded. “That’s right, squeeze. Now you fucking whore, if you want more, call yourself a whore. NOW!”
Tug. “I’m a whore.” Tug, tug. “Fuck me, I’m a whore.” Tug. “Don’t stop. I’m a whore. I need to be fucked…..” Tug. “…..by you.”
The men standing around laughed. Someone else said, “You’re a cock-sucking slut bitch and you’ll fuck any man here just to empty him, won’t you. You’ll fuck anything as long as its got a piece of meat to stick inside you. Right?”
I didn’t care what I said, words had no meaning to me at this point.
Tug. “I’m a fucking slut and a whore. Yes, I’m a slut. Fuck me you bastards.” Tug. “You’re too slow. Fuck me and cum in me, cum in my pussy. Just fuck me! I’m a cock-sucking slut that loves to be fucked. Somebody DO ME!!!”