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The Apartment - A Story of Betrayal
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by: Stroker This story may be distributed
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Ace electronically provided it is
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complete, unaltered and with
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this statement intact. The
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author maintains all rights
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to this story.
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) 1994, Stroker Ace
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WARNING
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The "Apartment - A Story of Betrayal," is about
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non-consentual sexual activity. It is not
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intended for those that are easily offended. If
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you are in doubt, do yourself a favor and move-on
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now.
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If you are easily influenced by what you read and
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watch or if you tend to imitate the latest episode
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of Bevis and Butthead, then you better hit the "N"
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key now or be prepared to spend the next 15 - 30
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years doing the tango with the boys in the state
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prison.
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What follows is a fictionalized account of an
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actual event, created from public records. All
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the major elements of the story are true, proving
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once again that truth is stranger than fiction.
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Identities and locations have been changed to
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protect the guilty.
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"No absolute can make the lion lie down
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with the lamb, unless he is already
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inside."
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- D. H. Lawrence
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There is a tendency, in stories such as this,
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to down-play or even ignore the effects of
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violence. There is also an inclination to
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show the victim slowly beginning to like and
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even desire abusive treatment. This is
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understandable, since the victim, usually
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female is forced by the very personal nature
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of the attack to speak of and even bargain
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for better treatment. This is often mistaken
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for cooperation. This story attempts to
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treat these topics honestly. Understanding
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the effects of violence may help to reduce
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these crimes.
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And now, without further ado....
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Chapter 1
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It starts earlier on Friday's and builds quickly
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to euphoria. By mid afternoon, everyone is relaxed
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and looking forward to the weekend. This was a
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good day at the city school book depository, all
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the shipments were completed, new inventory had
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been cataloged by noon. There is time to talk
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about boy and girlfriends, shopping, plans for the
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weekend and all the things that occupy a young
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girl's day.
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Johnny Barro threw the old yellow fork lift in
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reverse while it was still traveling forward. The
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slick tires spun for a second, leaving yet another
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black streak on the dirty floor. Johnny hollered
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"Miller time" to no one in particular. He jumped
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off and strutted over to the offices, while
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stretching his back not unlike a cat.
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Adjusting his Rockys cap, over a thinning hair
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line, John went over to the computer room where
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the two girls worked. Ashley, tall and pretty, was
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busy entering numbers on a keypad at lightning
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speed. Susan, the second girl, spun around from
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her terminal to greet him with a smile, her long
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light blond hair flowing around her.
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"Hi Johnny, ready for the weekend?"
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"I am always ready! Tonight is our final
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rehearsal, I am really looking forward to it," he
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said.
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"Dress rehearsal? For what?", Ashley asked as she
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leaned forward to turn the computer screen off.
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"Oh, haven't you seen the flyers I put on the
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bulletin board? I am producing an amateur talent
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show. You know how I love acting. I am always
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looking for an gig. I got this idea to make a
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video of myself and other aspiring performers,
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then show it around to all the casting directors.
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The best part is that the ticket sales will cover
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the price of renting the studio. Then I'll just
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sit back and wait for the phone to ring." He sat
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on the edge of Susan's desk and leaned back with
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his arms folded across his chest.
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Ashley laughed at the image of him waiting for the
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phone to ring with his big acting break. She knew
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that Johnny lived for roles in the theater. Over
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his desk he had a picture of himself with the cast
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of one of the big daytime soap operas. Another
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picture showed him with Victoria Principal. In
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the picture, he leaned towards her, dressed in a
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tuxedo, obviously taken at a cast party. He was
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much younger in the picture.
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"What are you going to do in the video?" she
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asked.
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"Oh I am not going to tell," he said good
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naturedly. "You will have to buy the video," he
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laughed. "I can tell you that George, from
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shipping will be in it. He's doing a guitar
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solo."
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"You got George to play," she said, unable to hide
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her disbelief. "He's so quiet. I would have
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never guessed that he is a musician. It just
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shows how little we know of each others private
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lives. Who else did you get?"
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"That's all from good old city book depository.
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But I have eight other performers, including two
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ballerinas." He got up and parodied a ballerina's
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turn on tip toe, to the laughter of both girls.
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"It's going to be great. Would you and Susan like
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to attend the rehearsal? Its no charge...."
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Ashley glanced at her friend. They had worked
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together for the last three months and had become
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close relying on each other's sense of humor to
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get through the busy days. Johnny had been
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talking to everyone about his talent video for the
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last month. He had even made a flyer that he
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posted on every bulletin board. Many people from
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the office were planning to attend the taping.
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"It will be immediately after work, won't take
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more than an hour," he added.
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"Yes, we would like to stop by," Ashley said for
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the two girls.
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"For a couple of minutes," Susan added.
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"Good. We can take my car and I will drop you
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off at the parking lot by six. You will have
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plenty of time to get home before dark. I'll
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get George. Meet you in the parking lot."
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* * *
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"I have an apartment on the third floor. I hope
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you girls don't mind, but George left his favorite
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guitar at my place." Johnny punched George
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playfully on the arm, as if to say it was all his
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fault.
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Ashley looked at George. He was always so quiet,
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only talking when he had to or when you asked him
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about music. Then he would come alive. In low
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heels she was slightly taller than him. She knew
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from the office that it made him uncomfortable to
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look up at a woman. Ashley had noticed that in
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other men. Men would go wild over her long legs
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but be upset when she was taller when wearing
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heels. He was always polite with a reserved
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friendliness. She wondered if he had a
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girlfriend.
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The elevator doors open to a narrow but well-lit
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hallway. The walls had looked as if they had been
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cleaned many times but could use another cleaning.
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Small hand prints could still be seen on the
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walls. A small child's voice is heard over the
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sound of a blearing television, as Ashley passes a
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door.
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They reached the apartment at the end of the hall.
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Johnny invited them in to the living room. He
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gestured to a small kitchen to one side. "Have a
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drink, this will just take a moment," with that
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the men disappeared into another room.
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Ashley sat at the small table in the kitchen while
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Susan poured a glass of water from the tap. Susan
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was on an another diet, trying to lose ten pounds
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even though Ashley assured her that she did not
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need it. She just had a soft full figure, that
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she accented with beautiful waist long, naturally
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blond hair.
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The young ladies complemented each other well.
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They were both twenty-two and single. But there,
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the similarity ended. While Susan had a full
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figure, Ashley had a dancer's thin, tall body.
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They shared a dream of saving their money to open
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a little dress making business. Ashley had even
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gotten Susan to join her in taking night courses
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at the local college in fashion design. They
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dreamed of opening a little but very chick
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boutique someday.
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"Ash, maybe we should go?"
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"When he comes back, we'll leave."
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George returned to the kitchen and took a long
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neck beer from the refrigerator.
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"Where is Johnny? We better hurry," Susan warned.
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"I have to get to the store."
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"There's no hurry, we have all night." George said
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quietly.
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Ashley clutched her purse and went into the living
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room, but Johnny had already locked the door.
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Chapter 2
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The two locks on the door were not enough for
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Johnny. He propped a chair under the door knob
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for added security.
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"Listen, we have to go now!", Ashley said
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urgently.
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Susan ran out into the living room were George
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caught up with her. He grabbed her around the
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waist and put his hand over her mouth.
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"You are not going anywhere," Johnny said, he felt
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the waistband of her underwear under his hand as
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her pressed her stomach, holding her tightly to
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him. He ground his hips against her backside as
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she struggled.
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Taken by surprise, Ashley stumbled backwards into
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Susan. George shoved her hard into John's grip.
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Johnny held her in a tight neck lock with his left
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hand. Ashley found herself pulled close to him,
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her head locked into his shoulder.
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With his other hand he patted a dresser drawer by
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the door. "Don't make me use this gun," he said
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to Susan.
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Ashley pulled against him with all her strength.
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"Let me go! I can't breathe," she gasped.
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"Are you going to be good to me and my friend?",
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Johnny asked.
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"You bastards, let me go!", with that Ashley let
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out a piercing scream.
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Susan renewed her struggles, biting hard into the
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fleshy portion of George's hand, his cry adding to
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the noise from Ashley. A lamp went crashing to
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the floor.
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Johnny picked up coat hanger from a chair and hit
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Ashley with all his might on her buttocks. The
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wire coat hanger was completely ineffectual,
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bending with the hit. Ashley caught enough of a
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breath to scream again.
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George was starting to panic, his hand was
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bleeding, and it was all he could do to hold on to
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the struggling Susan. The noise was too much for
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even this easy going apartment. It was bound to
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cause unwanted attention.
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"Shut her up, shut her up," he shouted. Susan
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screams muffled in his hand..
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Johnny dragged Ashley kicking and screaming into
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the kitchen. He turned up the flame on the dirty
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gas stove and held the coat hanger to the flame.
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Ashley with her face buried in his struggled
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blindly for each breath. She tried again to land
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a knee to his groin, but caught his inner thigh
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instead.
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Johnny winced, "You bitch."
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With his free hand he pulled up her skirt to where
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he could reach it with the other hand. Taking the
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coat hanger from the flame he pressed the wire
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across the cheeks of her ass. The thin wire
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quickly cooling against the girl's flesh. Ashley
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snapped straight, breaking free of the neck hold,
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both hands to her behind. It caught her out of
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breath, between screams. She was frozen in shock,
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her lips drawn back, eyes wide open, shoulders
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thrown back. Her white blouse stretched tightly
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against her breasts, the lace on her bra clearly
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visible. White on white. Ashley, in shock, gasped
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for breath, her mouth open wide without sound,
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arms flapping.
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John pinned her shoulders against the kitchen
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wall. Spinning her around he examined her
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backside. The thin nylon panties melted where it
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meet the hot wire, curving as the wire bent. He
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could see the pink line grow into a light red. In
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a few minutes it would be a dark red. The burn
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ran across both cheeks, curving around the far
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side interrupted by the crack of her rear. Dark
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brown of the burnt synthetic framed the tender
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flesh. The bikinis kept their shape, stretching
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tightly across her rear, vanishing to a thin strip
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as it disappeared toward the front. Ashley hopped
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from one leg to another. Even with her hands free
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she was afraid to touch her own body where Johns
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hand so freely roamed. It was incredibly erotic.
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John felt his erection throbbing like a horny
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teenager. She was his.
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"Bring Susan over here," John commanded, his power
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absolute.
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Susan had seen the wire being heated but was
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unable to warn her friend. Now she saw the hanger
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being put back into the flame.
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"No. No. Not me. I'll be good. Please don't hurt
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me!" The words just came out. Susan was unaware
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that she said them.
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"That's better. Let her go," Johnny said.
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"Beautiful Ashley, do you want another?", Johnny
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slowly waved the wire hanger in front of her face.
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"It will be your face next. What's that? I can't
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hear you."
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"No. Not again," Ashley cried.
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"Are you going to be a good girl? Speak up bitch!
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Are you going to be good?"
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"Yes, I'll be good," she sobbed quietly, tears
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streaming down her cheeks.
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Chapter 3
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"The both of you stand over there," he said,
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pointing to the slightly bigger living room.
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George turned on a battered old stereo.
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Susan took Ashley's hand and walked slowly into
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the living room.
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"Now if you both are good, no one will get hurt,"
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George said.
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"It's easy, I tell you what to do, and you do it,"
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Johnny added as he took Ashley by the shoulders.
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He took his hands and slowly slid them down the
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front of her white silk blouse.
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Ashley found herself backing away, but he pulled
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her back. His hands roughly and quickly squeezed
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her breasts through the blouse. His face was
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intent on her body, a grin frozen in place. She
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felt his hand went under the waistband of her
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skirt, probing for her sex through her underwear.
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His hand was held tightly to her body by the
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waistband of the skirt. He could feel her pointy
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hip bones and the flatness where others had a soft
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stomach. Roughly he grabbed the waistband and
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pulled the skirt down around her ankles in one
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motion. His hand entered her panties and rubbed
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her bush before finding and parting her sex.. She
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froze every muscle of her body, intent on not
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showing the slightest response, deciding to deny
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him that pleasure.
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If John noticed he didn't show it. He continued
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his examination of her body. In heels Ashley was
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eye to eye with him. She willed her eyes to be
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cold and hard as she starred to his eyes. She
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knew that the tears streaming down her face ruined
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the effect, turning her defiance in to another
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vulnerability. The moment she realized that, she
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had to look down, unwilling to surrender but
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retreating inwards, waiting for the crucial battle
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that was sure to follow.
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The victor, John, took possession of her face.
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He gently wiped away a tear running a cheek,
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continuing on to push her thick auburn hair back
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over her shoulder. He enjoyed the way she
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twitched at his touch, so he ran his index finger
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around her lips, wiping her lipstick off on the
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tip of her little upturned nose, giving a comical
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appearance to a gorgeous face. She automatically
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moved to wipe her nose, but he swiped her hand
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away. Strong fingers clamped on her shoulder.
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Ashley realized that her fingers were digging into
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her palms. She pressed her open hands against her
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thighs to keep them steady.
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John raised her chin, with a finger, and kissed
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her with an open mouth. He laughed at the
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twitching as she clamped her mouth shut. Her
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whole body shivering with the effort.
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Turning her around he examined her backside. The
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panties had protected her from the worst of the
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branding The mark was now dark red, visible
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through the partially burnt panties. While still
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holding Susan, George reached over with one hand
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and traced the burn mark from her milky white
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bottom, to where her tan started on her other leg,
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curving back upon itself. The burn faded out
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where her underwear had protected her. He ran a
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finger nail over the line where the delicate pink
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material had been scorched. Touching the burn
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made her jump, taking both men by surprise.
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Johnny took her by the shoulder and forced her to
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turn her back side to them again. Pushing her
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hands away and did the same thing this time, while
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griping her hard by her left shoulder. Unable to
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pull away she could only cry out.
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Her face exploded with pain. Johnny slapped her
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hard across the mouth with his right hand spinning
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her head around. He pushed her backwards on to
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the old couch, both hands digging into the soft
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flesh of her neck.
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"Shut up, bitch. Don't make a sound, understand?
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Do you understand?"
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Ashley nodded, desperately pushing at his strong
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hands on her throat. She was angled with the
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small of her back on the seat of the couch, her
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head on the upper cushion. Both legs together,
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straight out and tangled up in her skirt. She
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kicked the heels off, the sudden push backwards
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having twisted her ankle.
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"You belong to me now. Just do what I tell you
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and you wont get hurt. Understand bitch?", he
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said waiting for another nod from the terrified
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girl.
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"Now take that off," he said, pulling at the
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blouse.
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With eyes full of tears she tried to raise the
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blouse over her head but could not pull it from
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under her. Johnny reached down and snapped it
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over her head. A button flew across the room. He
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removed the bra the same way, over her head, not
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bothering with the snaps between the cups. She
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stretched out before him, naked, breasts heaving
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with each quick breath. A gold cross lay in the
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valley between milky white breasts. Holding her
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wrists in the air he tongued each nipple, feeling
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them become diamond hard even while she whimpered.
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For the first time he smiled. Taking his thumb
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and forefinger he snapped each one several times,
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controlling Ashley with an iron grip on her
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wrists. With each painful snap, her face would
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tighten, giving a brief flash of perfectly formed
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jewel white teeth.
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Ashley looked over her shoulder at Susan. George,
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had torn the buttons off her print blouse and
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shoved the bra up around her neck. Susan was
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protecting her breast with her hands. George
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would pull them away to feel her nipples, and she
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would put them back.
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Johnny felt her through her panties, then in
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frustration pulled the pink panties down to join
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her skirt around her ankles. He opened her legs
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as far as they would go then probed her, admiring
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the narrow band of closely cropped pubic hair.
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"Look at this, almost clean shaven," John was
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stroking her golden brown pubic pelt, excited as a
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little boy with his new toy.
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George came over to admire her. He kicked at the
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skirt still bunched around her ankles, making it
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clear that she was to take them off. Still angled
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on the couch, holding her back straight, she
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kicked them free.
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Her legs were long with slim thighs, strong from
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five years of high diving competition in Jr.
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College and earlier in high school. She kept her
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private area trimmed closely for the thinly made
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light weight diving suits used in competition.
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Her hips were slim with a shapely waist, beautiful
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skin accented by abrupt tan lines.
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Lets see what the other bitch has," John chuckled.
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George ordered Susan to do a striptease. She stood
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with her blouse open, bra bunched around her neck,
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both hands pressed flat between her legs. She
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sobbed uncontrollably, not sure what she should
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be doing. George urged her on, with cries of
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"sexier" and "work it, bitch." Poor Susan, ground
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her hips a couple of times before breaking down
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completely. Her sobs became an incomprehensible
|
||
cry of anguish. Finally noticing the futility of
|
||
the situation, John resorted to "Just take it off,
|
||
you dumb cunt."
|
||
|
||
Susan tried to disrobe for the men, but trembling
|
||
hands and tear filled eyes made it impossible.
|
||
Ashley went to console her hysterical friend,
|
||
hugging her, not knowing what to say, finally
|
||
settling on, "Sue, it will be OK."
|
||
|
||
Chapter 4
|
||
|
||
Someone ordered, "Take her clothes off," and said
|
||
it again without response.
|
||
|
||
The two girls were standing in an embrace, both
|
||
almost nude, breast to breast, comforting each
|
||
other, in a manner devoid of sex, that only women
|
||
can achieve.
|
||
|
||
Ashley sensed something happening behind her and
|
||
eased herself from Susan's embrace. Anticipating
|
||
the men, she stood back and undid her friend's
|
||
chain belt, and worked her skirt over her hips
|
||
letting it fall to the floor. Susan was wearing
|
||
panty hose over full cut white underwear. Ashley
|
||
looked over her shoulder at George, and continued.
|
||
She knelt and helped her friend take off the panty
|
||
hose then the panties. Susan stood naked her eyes
|
||
looking downward into nothingness. Her long blond
|
||
hair is disarray, tangled strands falling to her
|
||
waist. She hid her sex with both hands, leaving
|
||
her breasts open for the men's scrutiny.
|
||
|
||
Ashley stood to find John coming out of the
|
||
kitchen holding the coat hanger in front of him
|
||
like a torch. A dishcloth protecting his hand
|
||
from the hot wire.
|
||
|
||
The pain of the first branding came back to her as
|
||
John backed her into corner, threatening her
|
||
breast with the hot wire.
|
||
|
||
"Please don't hurt me. I'll do what you want.
|
||
Please, John, just don't hurt me."
|
||
|
||
"I told you to do what I say. You didn't, so now
|
||
you have to be punished. Bend over the couch."
|
||
|
||
Her legs buckled with fear and she slid down,
|
||
protecting her self with her legs. "I'm sorry,"
|
||
she sobbed. "I won't do it again. Please don't
|
||
hurt me," she pleaded in that special voice that
|
||
all women reserve for getting sympathy.
|
||
|
||
He prodded her legs with the thin wire but it had
|
||
cooled.
|
||
|
||
"Hold her while I heat this up."
|
||
|
||
George lifted Ashley to her feet, while John
|
||
returned to the kitchen.
|
||
|
||
Susan ran to the door, and pushed the chair away
|
||
from under the doorknob with a crash.
|
||
|
||
George reached her before she could open the first
|
||
latch.
|
||
|
||
"Get something to tie her up with," John said. "I
|
||
still have to teach little Ashley some manners."
|
||
|
||
George tied Susan's hands together with her panty
|
||
hose, tearing her watch off in the process. As an
|
||
after thought he made her lie down on her back and
|
||
quickly tied her wrists to her ankles with her
|
||
legs in the air, exposing her sex. He stuffed the
|
||
pink panties in her mouth and wrapped the selves
|
||
of the print blouse around her head to hold it in
|
||
place.
|
||
|
||
Satisfied that Susan was not able to escape,
|
||
George crawled the two steps to where Ashley had
|
||
curled up on her side. Her knees were tucked
|
||
tightly to her breasts. She was crying softly,
|
||
her rib cage rising and falling rapidly. John,
|
||
fully dressed had been standing over the
|
||
vulnerable Ashley, idly flicking her pussy with
|
||
the toe of his sneaker. He sat beside her and
|
||
stretched her out on her back, then slowly
|
||
examined her breast down to her sex before rolling
|
||
her over.
|
||
|
||
When John came back, he instructed George to sit
|
||
on her back, while he took her legs. The coat
|
||
hanger was held firmly to her skin. Face down,
|
||
with a man sitting on her shoulders and legs, she
|
||
could only gasp for breath then cry out with
|
||
shallow, short pants, and beg for relief.
|
||
|
||
"Are you going to be a good girl, now? Louder,
|
||
cunt!"
|
||
|
||
"Now, that's better. What a good girl you are."
|
||
|
||
Chapter 5
|
||
|
||
Their attention turned to Susan. One man squeezed
|
||
her as the other opened her up for their
|
||
inspection. They played with her enjoying her
|
||
body reactions to each pinch, twist or probe. To
|
||
enjoy her better her ankles were untied. John
|
||
placed her tied hands over her head and told her
|
||
to keep them there. Her gag was loose around her
|
||
mouth, fear alone was enough to keep the quivering
|
||
girl quiet.
|
||
|
||
John opened his pants and pulled his erect member
|
||
out. It was too uncomfortable for him to sit with
|
||
pants on so he took pants, underwear and shoes
|
||
off. Sitting on Susan's breasts he poked at her
|
||
mouth with his penis. When she would not open, he
|
||
squeezed her cheeks. Tiring of the test of wills
|
||
he her in the face with the side of his fist. She
|
||
yelled, her mouth red with blood. John, thanked
|
||
her then shoved hard into her throat. She gagged
|
||
violently, her teeth scraping his thrusting cock.
|
||
|
||
John took her face with his hand and roughly pried
|
||
her jaw wider apart. His hand print was
|
||
developing, like a photograph in red on pale
|
||
flesh, on the left side of Susan's face. His
|
||
fingers were making white islands in the sea of
|
||
red, from the earlier slap.
|
||
|
||
Susan was crying uncontrollably again, unable to
|
||
follow John's conflicting directions to suck, lick
|
||
and to suck again. In frustration, John got off
|
||
her to get a wet towel from the kitchen. Sitting
|
||
on her chest, enjoying the sensations of her warm
|
||
breasts against his balls, his cock stiff against
|
||
the little valley in at the base of her neck.
|
||
Like the winner of a wrestling match, he delighted
|
||
in towering over his prize. Gently he wiped the
|
||
shaken girl's face with the cool towel, taking
|
||
care to trace each curve of the cheek, each line
|
||
from the tightly clenched eyes. There was nothing
|
||
that she could refuse him.
|
||
|
||
"If you're good, you won't get hurt," he reminded
|
||
her.
|
||
|
||
When Susan's calmed down, he pressed his cock
|
||
against her clenched lips, slowly increasing the
|
||
pressure. His hands on each side of her face,
|
||
kept her from turning away and trapped her arms
|
||
above her head. His dick smeared the coral
|
||
lipstick, making her look even more vulnerable.
|
||
Susan glanced up into her captors' eyes. That was
|
||
all he needed. John bent forward scant inches from
|
||
her watering blue eyes and held open her eye lids
|
||
with one hand. He caught her gauze and held it far
|
||
longer than he had too. Laughing, he leaned back
|
||
and softly tapped her lips with his cock again.
|
||
The defeated Susan obediently opened for his
|
||
erection. Cursing her for her ignorance in giving
|
||
head, John directed her actions, telling her when
|
||
to work her tongue, when to suck then surprising
|
||
the pinned girl by trusting deep into her throat.
|
||
He could see her neck bulge as he fucked her deep
|
||
in her mouth. Her body began to heave. First a
|
||
trembling of her chest clamped tightly between his
|
||
legs, then rising to a spasm around his dick
|
||
stuffed far into her throat. Her whole body shook
|
||
as she retched everything from her stomach. He
|
||
came suddenly amid the bile. John rolled off her,
|
||
leaving her in a pool of vomit. Laying on her
|
||
side, bile and cum drooled from her mouth as she
|
||
gasped for air.
|
||
|
||
George was inspired by his friend's conquest. He
|
||
took his pants off and pulled the struggling
|
||
Ashley to his crotch.
|
||
|
||
"Leave her alone. Take this bitch in the mouth,"
|
||
Johnny said. "You like sucking cock. Don't you,
|
||
bitch? Well this time we are going to teach you
|
||
to swallow without puking," he added.
|
||
|
||
George still sitting on the floor, swung his legs
|
||
towards her. John urged her to crawl to his
|
||
friend by pulling her hair. He took her head in
|
||
both hands and forced it around his swollen cock.
|
||
|
||
John forced Ashley to watch as George worked the
|
||
girl's head up and down on his shaft, her body
|
||
heaving on an empty stomach, her spasms massaging
|
||
his probing cock, until he came in deep,
|
||
shuddering thrusts. Immediately, John shoved her
|
||
onto her side and clamped his hand over her mouth.
|
||
Holding her eyes open, he commanded her again and
|
||
again to swallow.
|
||
|
||
"That's good. Now bitch, I want you to crawl over
|
||
here and lick me clean."
|
||
|
||
Chapter 6
|
||
|
||
Susan was made to clean up the mess then given a
|
||
towel to wipe the worse of it from her hair. The
|
||
men relaxed by playing with their new found sex
|
||
slaves. The girls were felt and squeezed, made to
|
||
open themselves and placed in every position as
|
||
the men tried to find their limits, only to
|
||
discover that there were none. Each order was
|
||
followed by a momentary delay as the girl's mind
|
||
and body tried to understand what was only an hour
|
||
ago completely unimaginable to a couple of young
|
||
girls.
|
||
|
||
"Bend over. Open up," then slower like speaking
|
||
to a child, "Take your hands and pull you pussy
|
||
open. Spread your legs, further," he pushes her
|
||
ankle further apart with is foot. "Now pull your
|
||
cunt open for me. Now that wasn't so hard, was it
|
||
bitch? Speak up, Susan couldn't hear you."
|
||
|
||
Sue had reached that point, that is so
|
||
unbelievable to those who have not been physically
|
||
dominated, where your every movement or breath is
|
||
watched and analyzed and punishment is immediate
|
||
and brutal. The cause may not be explained or may
|
||
be totally arbitrary. Gestures and expressions of
|
||
fear, shame or even disgust are allowed by your
|
||
captors, even encouraged, but she quickly learned
|
||
that resistance, no matter how slight is never
|
||
tolerated. She also painfully, learned that
|
||
masking any expressions from her face, only
|
||
encourages greater abuse.
|
||
|
||
Susan was bent over the coffee table, the virgin
|
||
white sides of her chest beautifully enlarged by
|
||
the soft swell of her breasts spilling to the
|
||
sides. George enjoying making her squirm as he
|
||
carelessly handled her clitoris between rough
|
||
fingers. She had been told not to take her hands
|
||
from the table legs, her knuckles were white with
|
||
the effort. He lent over her with his legs spread
|
||
on each side of her head, his erect sex probing
|
||
her face. Occasionally he would pause from his
|
||
play to dangle his dick over her mouth. The
|
||
terrified girl opening her mouth when it got
|
||
close, to avoid another slam into her tits, only
|
||
to find to her relief, that he pulled back. Like
|
||
a trained animal in a show she found herself
|
||
trying to grab the prize with her mouth.
|
||
|
||
Ashley was ordered to get two beers from the
|
||
refrigerator for her captors. She gave a can
|
||
George, and brought the other to John sitting on
|
||
the couch.
|
||
|
||
"Stand straight. Now spread those thighs. Good.
|
||
OK, now kneel before me, bitch."
|
||
|
||
John positioned her between his naked legs. His
|
||
hardening cock angling towards the gold cross
|
||
between her breasts. Ashley kept her back
|
||
perfectly straight to avoid having it touch her
|
||
chin.
|
||
|
||
"Have you been fucked before?", John asked. "I
|
||
bet you gave it away to all the guys."
|
||
|
||
"Answer me. Have you?" he prodded.
|
||
|
||
"No I haven't," Ashley said quietly. "Please, I
|
||
am doing what you want. Don't do that to me,
|
||
please."
|
||
|
||
"Don't give me that, shit. You must have given it
|
||
away. A good looking bitch like you must have had
|
||
a lot of action."
|
||
|
||
"I dated some, if that's what you mean."
|
||
|
||
"And none of those boys ever took you cherry?"
|
||
|
||
"We necked and stuff, but I wouldn't let him go
|
||
all the way," Ashley lied, hoping for sympathy.
|
||
|
||
"So, you really are a virgin?"
|
||
|
||
Ashley nodded, and looked down at her hands folded
|
||
in her lap.
|
||
|
||
John reached out and pushed her head into his sex.
|
||
Ashley knew what to do, and started to lick his
|
||
shaft as John signaled to his friend.
|
||
|
||
George rolled Susan onto her stomach and brutally
|
||
tied her wrists and ankles together with panty
|
||
hose then gagged her tightly.
|
||
|
||
Crawling on her knees Ashley was made to follow
|
||
the men into a small bedroom. A queen size bed
|
||
was against one wall allowing a narrow walk way
|
||
around the foot of the bed and the other side.
|
||
John stripped away the clutter from the unmade bed
|
||
and gestured for Ashley to lay down. They
|
||
positioned her with her feet towards the head
|
||
board, her hands dangling off the bottom.
|
||
|
||
George took control of her arms, his erect sex
|
||
brushing the top of her head, while John sat
|
||
heavily on the thighs of the pleading girl.
|
||
|
||
"Honey, you are going to give it up for me," John
|
||
laughed as he placed his body at her most private
|
||
of opening. Laying on top of her, he plunged into
|
||
her as strongly as he could, withdrew and rammed
|
||
home again, into the whimpering girl. George
|
||
pulled her chin towards him making it difficult
|
||
for her to make anything louder than a whimper.
|
||
He plunged in again, not as a man making love to a
|
||
woman, but to subject her to his will.
|
||
|
||
A woman's body betrays the mind to protect itself.
|
||
Her body began to respond shutting off signals
|
||
from the conscious. Involuntary, her eyes closed
|
||
and she began to move as her mind's eye watched
|
||
helplessly as someone else took control of her
|
||
body. She felt the pleasure welling up from her
|
||
pussy colliding with the anger and humiliation,
|
||
all adding to her agony.
|
||
|
||
John quickly withdrew and rapped her clit sharply
|
||
with his knuckles as George laughed at the girl's
|
||
plight. The pain, clearly visible by its tremors,
|
||
sharply cut through her body, immediately
|
||
overwhelming all other sensations. A wave of pain
|
||
shot through her with each throb oh her pounding
|
||
heart. John entered her again, sitting straight
|
||
this time, pulling her around him. She bit her
|
||
lip, grimacing with every stroke, George's dick,
|
||
leaving pre-cum streaks on her face, as John
|
||
fucked her, pulling her waist hard into him as he
|
||
came.
|
||
|
||
He held her like that, tight against him, her legs
|
||
around his waist as George pinched her nose shut.
|
||
When her mouth opened to breathe, he took her.
|
||
With her head on the bed he leaned forward
|
||
supporting his weight with one hand and pinching
|
||
her right nipple with the other. Ashley was
|
||
fighting for breath, her kicking legs and twisting
|
||
body giving rise to John's penis again. Her hands
|
||
were useless, trapped over her head by George's
|
||
legs. Finally he pulled out, and whispered in her
|
||
ear "I am going to take your ass now and there is
|
||
nothing that you can do about it," as she gasped
|
||
for air through a raw throat.
|
||
|
||
George turned her around on the bed. Her waist
|
||
was at the edge of the mattress. Johnny, still on
|
||
the bed, took hold of her wrists. Ashley knew
|
||
nothing of anal sex and had no idea what to
|
||
expect, but when John took her wrist then adjusted
|
||
his grip she understood. Instinctively she tried
|
||
to pull free, then kicked out blindly, all to no
|
||
avail. John crossed her wrists together in his
|
||
right hand and pulled her hair back saying, "I
|
||
want to see her face for this."
|
||
|
||
George stood, completely captured by the scene
|
||
before him. A fantasy comes true, he thought.
|
||
His friend on the bed had a hand full of her hair,
|
||
her neck stretched and vulnerable had red marks
|
||
from someone's grip. The muscles in her backside
|
||
were dancing as she struggled. He took her first
|
||
with a finger. Excited by how tightness of her
|
||
virgin rectum he positioned himself then pushed in
|
||
slowly, enjoying her tight rectum fighting back,
|
||
then giving way and finally sliding up his shaft.
|
||
Like a narrow hoop it slowly gave against the tip
|
||
of his cock, sliding over the head, then more
|
||
easily down his shaft. He pulled completely out
|
||
and laughing re-entered her tightest hole.
|
||
|
||
Blood was on her lips, as she bit down against the
|
||
pain. John shoved a handful of the bed sheet into
|
||
her mouth. From where he sat he could watch
|
||
George as he fucked her ass, his hands on her
|
||
waist, his face a study in concentration, enjoying
|
||
sensation. Her expression on the other hand was
|
||
changing constantly. As he rammed into her she
|
||
bit down, lips pulled back, jaw straining, her
|
||
face streaked with tears. When he pulled out
|
||
quickly, her mouth would fly open as she inhaled
|
||
as if her insides were being pulled out of her
|
||
ass. When he pulled out slowly, she would throw
|
||
her head back in a silent scream that was painful
|
||
to watch.
|
||
|
||
George withdrew completely noticing the dark red
|
||
of blood amidst the refuse on his prick. He re-
|
||
entered his sex toy, and again rammed hard, her
|
||
blood providing the lubrication allowing him to go
|
||
in deeper that before. He ground his groin
|
||
against her ass, the warmth of her butt against
|
||
his thighs an erotic surprise. He came then deep
|
||
inside her tortured bowels, shooting another load
|
||
and yet another before collapsing backwards.
|
||
|
||
John kissed her forehead and let her sink to the
|
||
floor. He did not notice her renewed sobbing. To
|
||
Ashley the kiss, such a sweet personal act, was
|
||
another much deeper humiliation that she couldn't
|
||
even attempt explain. It hurt to move but she
|
||
drew her legs up in a fetal position on the floor
|
||
feeling but not caring about the wetness seeping
|
||
between her legs.
|
||
|
||
He left her there. She was harmless, lost in her
|
||
own world of pain and humiliation.
|
||
|
||
|
||
The Apartment - A Story of Betrayal
|
||
by: Stroker This story may be distributed
|
||
Ace electronically provided it is
|
||
complete, unaltered and with
|
||
this statement intact. The
|
||
author maintains all rights
|
||
to this story.
|
||
(c) 1994, Stroker Ace
|
||
|
||
WARNING
|
||
The "Apartment - A Story of Betrayal," is about
|
||
non-consentual sexual activity. It is not
|
||
intended for those that are easily offended. If
|
||
you are in doubt, do yourself a favor and move-on
|
||
now.
|
||
|
||
If you are easily influenced by what you read and
|
||
watch or if you tend to imitate the latest episode
|
||
of Bevis and Butthead, then you better hit the "N"
|
||
key now or be prepared to spend the next 15 - 30
|
||
years doing the tango with the boys in the state
|
||
prison.
|
||
|
||
What follows is a fictionalized account of an
|
||
actual event, created from public records. All
|
||
the major elements of the story are true, proving
|
||
once again that truth is stranger than fiction.
|
||
Identities and locations have been changed to
|
||
protect the guilty.
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
Chapter 7
|
||
|
||
John noticed from the bed that Susan's hands had
|
||
turned blue and returned to the small living room
|
||
to check on her. Gagged with Ashley's silk blouse
|
||
stuffed in her mouth, a bra tying it in place and
|
||
laying face down with her head to one side, she
|
||
was having difficulty breathing. Her crying had
|
||
made her sinuses run adding to her discomfort.
|
||
Not knowing any better, she had struggled while
|
||
her girlfriend was being raped. The hose tying
|
||
her hands had worked even tighter, cutting off
|
||
circulation.
|
||
|
||
Immediately John cut her hands free, wondering if
|
||
she had already suffered nerve damage. With her
|
||
hands free she was able to roll over.
|
||
Instinctively she moved to pull the gag off, but
|
||
found that it was too painful to use her hands.
|
||
|
||
George came over going-on about what a great piece
|
||
of ass Ashley was. He untied the hose from
|
||
Susan's legs and bending her knees examined her
|
||
ass as if to compare how tight she was. He probed
|
||
her ass with a finger a few times before leaving
|
||
her to join John in the kitchen. John gave him a
|
||
red methamphetamine capsule from a Tylenol bottle
|
||
and washed one down with his beer. They went back
|
||
into the living room, to wait for the upper to
|
||
kick in.
|
||
|
||
It did not take long. Susan was nude, lying on
|
||
her back, completely vulnerable her, eyes pleading
|
||
and fearful at the same time. Ashley was brought
|
||
into the room. She was walking stiffly, moving
|
||
one leg at time a smeared blood and cum staining
|
||
her inner thigh. Using an extension cord she was
|
||
tied, face up over the low coffee table. Her
|
||
hands per pulled forward and quickly tied off to
|
||
the table legs. They brought her to an orgasm
|
||
like that, her mind full of guilt and shame that
|
||
she could be manipulated to tremble and quiver in
|
||
pleasure while tied down like an animal.
|
||
|
||
She had long since stopped being shocked by their
|
||
laughter and cursing. She simply did the
|
||
ridiculous things that they asked for as best she
|
||
could, responding to bitch, cunt or cock sucker as
|
||
if it were her own name. The only thing of
|
||
importance was to avoid being hurt again. When
|
||
they asked her something she tried to tell them
|
||
what they wanted to hear.
|
||
|
||
"Can you fell that, bitch?"
|
||
|
||
"Do you like that, bitch?"
|
||
|
||
"Yes, it feels good," she would answer flatly. As
|
||
long as it didn't sound too sarcastic, it would
|
||
satisfy them. Just be sure to move when they do
|
||
something to you. Most of the time that will
|
||
happen anyway, but if they, especially George,
|
||
think that you didn't feel it, then they will just
|
||
do it harder. He was the hardest. He did the
|
||
same things that John did, but he favored taking
|
||
an unwilling girl in the ass.. Everything he did
|
||
was harder, intended to hurt, never any
|
||
consideration for the tenderness. He would pinch
|
||
her nipple or clit, just as hard as her butt.
|
||
John at least would ease a finger or his body into
|
||
her before pushing. George would just ram,
|
||
sometimes missing only to ram again.
|
||
|
||
John had Susan lick him while he watched George
|
||
play with Ashley's clit. "Show John what he's
|
||
missing," he said. The methamphetamine was
|
||
beginning to take effect. George was getting hard
|
||
again, but his mind was racing ahead of his body.
|
||
He rubbed Ashley then climbed on top and tried to
|
||
enter her pussy. But his body was not ready yet,
|
||
and he was too hyped-up to work it in, he was
|
||
going for a slam-dunk or nothing. He pulled back
|
||
and hit her hard between the legs, cursing her.
|
||
The blow overwhelmed her nerves, she yelled, as
|
||
her bladder emptied. Her legs kicked out,
|
||
toppling the table over, cord digging into her
|
||
wrists. John held a couch pillow to her face.
|
||
|
||
"The cunt pissed on me!" George exclaimed.
|
||
"Nobody gets away with that. I am going to teach
|
||
this cunt a lesson."
|
||
|
||
"Wait. Get something to gag her with first,"
|
||
Johnny ordered.
|
||
|
||
She gasped desperately for air as they replaced
|
||
the pillow. A damp pair of panties was stuffed in
|
||
her mouth and tied in place with a shirt.
|
||
Twisting the table away, she was left on the
|
||
floor, her hands still tied to the overturned
|
||
table. George pulled the belt from his pants and
|
||
hit her hard. The belt striking her breasts, the
|
||
end wrapping around her rib cage, snapping hard
|
||
under her arm. He adjusted his swing for the next
|
||
hit. The tip of the belt down finding her left
|
||
breast with a loud slap. John threw his weight on
|
||
her kicking legs. George hit her again, this time
|
||
getting an even red bruise across her stomach.
|
||
Even though distorted by the makeshift gag,
|
||
Ashley's plead of "Please" could be heard,
|
||
repeated over and over again.
|
||
|
||
He teased her a couple of times with light
|
||
strokes, running the belt over her sex before
|
||
strapping her hard across the thighs.
|
||
|
||
"Do want to want to take it for your friend?"
|
||
Susan was asked. She only shook her head.
|
||
|
||
"Open your pussy, let George see what you have,"
|
||
John ordered Susan. "Spread her out."
|
||
|
||
They sat on both sides of Susan, forgetting about
|
||
Ashley for the moment. Susan's body was softer
|
||
than Ashley's. The curves of her body were more
|
||
pronounced. Her pubic hair full and thick while
|
||
Ashley was cropped closer and narrower. She
|
||
responded differently as well. She would cry out
|
||
at every little slap, hit or pinch while Ashley
|
||
would grit her teeth, crying out at only the
|
||
harder hits.
|
||
|
||
When she, in fright, inched her legs closer
|
||
together, John gave her a slap on her sex,
|
||
reminding her that he was in charge. She was laid
|
||
out on the floor, each man taking their time
|
||
playing with her body and mind. She entered into
|
||
that covenant that all women dread, where
|
||
everything is given over, their existence is only
|
||
for the pleasure of another. For over an hour she
|
||
was denied time to think of anything but
|
||
responding to her new masters. A penis would be
|
||
thrust in her face for licking or just to rub over
|
||
her, dotting her with pre-cum. Another would
|
||
enter her vagina or rectum, sometimes fingers
|
||
sometimes something harder, thicker and cold.
|
||
Always having to concentrate on the silly mindless
|
||
orders, vocal or more frequently a shove on a knee
|
||
or thigh, pressure on her head and she would have
|
||
to interpret what it meant, and do it very
|
||
quickly. She quickly learned that it was better
|
||
to do the wrong thing than to be slow, for with
|
||
every command came the chance of punishment.
|
||
|
||
Susan never realized how vulnerable her body was,
|
||
how easy it was for them to punish her and how
|
||
each time her body was left a little more
|
||
sensitive to the next discipline. At first they
|
||
were contented to twist a nipple, mostly on her
|
||
right side for that one always got hard first and
|
||
was a little larger. Then George discovered how
|
||
she reacted when a finger was snapped against her
|
||
clitoris. Later when the novelty of her body
|
||
snapping straight as if trying to stand at
|
||
attention, had worn off they found ways to combine
|
||
torments. Her lips may be held wide so her clit
|
||
would get the full force, or an object placed in
|
||
her pussy or ass to heighten the sensation. A man
|
||
would enter her to get the full benefit of her
|
||
spasm as the other gave her two or three harsh
|
||
hits. What and who and where, taste and
|
||
humiliation, having long since lost any practical
|
||
significance to Susan. Her only care was to avoid
|
||
more pain.
|
||
|
||
Worse of all where the punishments for no reason.
|
||
She would concentrate with all her might to read
|
||
and understand what was expected from each push or
|
||
each mumbled phrase, always working to make it
|
||
good for them, moving as directed, faster or
|
||
slower as directed, anything to please them.
|
||
Anything to avoid another hit or pinch. Always
|
||
hoping it would end yet knowing that after this
|
||
there would another and yet another. Then without
|
||
explanation or even talk among themselves, she
|
||
would be turned this way or that, whichever amused
|
||
them, one would take her arms the other her legs.
|
||
Then they simply did what the wished. It was
|
||
understood that she could cry out but never
|
||
scream, the pain was too great to be worth the
|
||
momentary relief. If they put something over her
|
||
mouth she would immediately start to struggle, not
|
||
with hope of escape but from a deep primal
|
||
instinct.
|
||
|
||
The amphetamine had taken the men to a sexual
|
||
plateau where they were semi-erect, able to
|
||
penetrate at times, but not ready to achieve
|
||
complete erection and the sought after relief.
|
||
They found themselves desiring more than their
|
||
body could handle. One would lie on the floor,
|
||
Susan on hands and knees, him in her mouth. The
|
||
other behind her probing both orifices. An order
|
||
is barked and Ashley crawls over and bending down
|
||
suck on her breasts, then the other man.
|
||
|
||
A shiver runs through Ashley every time her name
|
||
is called, as if someone ran an ice cube down her
|
||
spine. She still hesitates for a split-second in
|
||
shock at the disgusting act. Somehow being called
|
||
by name hurts even more. It is too personal to be
|
||
told to suck someone's cock, or lick her friend's
|
||
cunt. Worse than actually doing it, is knowing
|
||
that you must do it, simply because he told you
|
||
to.
|
||
|
||
At one point she noticed that she was forced to
|
||
bargain with her tormentor. "Please not that. It
|
||
hurts too much down there. It still hurts from
|
||
when you hit me," Ashley begged. "Please let me
|
||
suck you instead," she said, eyes looking to the
|
||
floor, sticky semen over the belt marks on her
|
||
breast, soon to match the dry flakes on her chin.
|
||
|
||
"What did you say?"
|
||
|
||
"Let me suck you," said a little louder this time
|
||
|
||
"Whats the magic word?"
|
||
|
||
"Please. Please let me suck you."
|
||
|
||
"Now that's better. George see how polite this
|
||
bitch can be."
|
||
|
||
Chapter 8
|
||
|
||
Slowly their lust grew and with it, their
|
||
erections. The sexual tension in the little
|
||
apartment increased. Ashley was now being made to
|
||
beg for everything.
|
||
|
||
"Ashley, what is that pretty little mouth of yours
|
||
for?" John asked.
|
||
|
||
"Its for sucking, sir," Ashley replied. She,
|
||
like Susan was on the floor all the time, mostly
|
||
on back or stomach, sometimes kneeling or bent
|
||
over the coffee table.
|
||
|
||
"And Ashley, how about this?" he asked, slapping
|
||
her bottom.
|
||
|
||
"It's for fucking, sir. Oh, no. Please don't
|
||
take my ass again. Let me suck you sir, I will do
|
||
it good." The eyes told him that her pleading
|
||
voice was genuine.
|
||
|
||
"Get on you hands and knees bitch," John said the
|
||
harsh words in a kind tone while he opened his
|
||
legs wide.
|
||
|
||
Ashley new what was expected of her. She
|
||
obediently crawled between his legs keeping her
|
||
ass up, so the other man wouldn't have to hit her,
|
||
and opened her mouth to his stiff member. George
|
||
was interested in Susan this time, he pushed her
|
||
toward the couple and arranged her underneath
|
||
Ashley. Susan, stretched her neck to lick Ashley's
|
||
firm stomach. George pulled her hair, forcing her
|
||
underneath her semen covered snatch. A knee to
|
||
her shoulder was enough to overcome Susan's
|
||
repulsion. She started to lick her girlfriend's
|
||
clit. John took control of Ashley's head and held
|
||
it down, her nose buried in his pubic hair.
|
||
George knelt behind Ashley and entered her vagina.
|
||
Susan pulled away in disgust. Without stopping
|
||
his penetration he pulled the girl back. Susan
|
||
was lying with her face under Ashley's cunt while
|
||
George fucked her. He pulled her chin towards him
|
||
then away, her tongue alternately licking his
|
||
shaft and the wet pussy. George came quickly, and
|
||
shot into Susan's face. Ashley's body came in a
|
||
series of quivers while her mind reeled in shame
|
||
of the betrayal. The excitement ripped through
|
||
her body to John who exploded his cum into her
|
||
mouth, overflowing it dripped down onto Susan's
|
||
neglected pussy. George collapsed on Ashley,
|
||
pushing her flat onto the disgraced Susan.
|
||
|
||
They laid like that for several minutes. John
|
||
stood and inspected his harem. Susan's long hair
|
||
was matted together with cum and vomit. White
|
||
flakes of dried cum stained the face, legs and
|
||
bodies of both girls. A disgusting line of cum
|
||
was leaking from both girls.
|
||
|
||
He ordered the girls to the bathroom. George
|
||
filled the tub with warm water, for the eager
|
||
girls. Noticing how anxious the girls were,
|
||
George made the water hotter and hotter, while
|
||
commanding them to remain seated while he scrubbed
|
||
them.
|
||
|
||
"You are both too dirty to have sex with me," John
|
||
said as he emptied a bottle of Clorox into the now
|
||
steaming water. "This will clean you out."
|
||
|
||
The girls clenched at each other, pleading to
|
||
their tormenters, as the diluted bleach seeped
|
||
past their libia and scorched tender raw flesh of
|
||
the vagina and the abused third enterance.
|
||
|
||
Chapter 9
|
||
|
||
John let Ashley out of the tub first. She
|
||
had waited the longest before whining and
|
||
when he saw her tears, he knew that she must
|
||
be really hurting. She would not be any fun,
|
||
if she was whining all the time. Ashley pink
|
||
from her breasts down. Susan with fairer
|
||
skin was red where she was mistreated, around
|
||
the nipples and inside of the thighs. John
|
||
made her stand with her feet spread wide and
|
||
hands stretched to the ceiling like a
|
||
sacrifice to some ancient god. He knelt
|
||
before her and inspected the red and wrinkled
|
||
libia. Shaking her there would make her
|
||
cheast tremble as she fought the pain.
|
||
Ashley patted the bleach water from her hair
|
||
as she watched her friend, knowing that her
|
||
time would come soon enough.
|
||
|
||
Back in the living room George had Susan lay
|
||
down on the coffee table. He spread her
|
||
legs, stroking her thighs to quiet the
|
||
quivering. As he touched her sex she cried
|
||
out, her legs springing to her chest. John
|
||
and George examined the injured girl.
|
||
|
||
"Better get used to it bitch. The night is
|
||
still young and Dickey is getting hard again.
|
||
Get something to gag her with, we wouldnt
|
||
want to wake the neighbors."
|
||
|
||
"No one can hear anything over the music,
|
||
anyway. Not that anyone cares around here.
|
||
They think its just another party."
|
||
|
||
Both men were surprised to hear Ashley
|
||
command, "Leave her alone. Let me take care
|
||
of her first. She can't be good for you like
|
||
that."
|
||
|
||
"Ok. Fix her up, but make it quick. We
|
||
aren't done with that pussy yet. Are we
|
||
John?" the men laughed.
|
||
|
||
"I need some water. And some skin cream or
|
||
baby oil."
|
||
|
||
"I dont have any skin cream or dam baby
|
||
oil," John said, emphasizing the word baby.
|
||
|
||
"Get me some cooking oil then." Ashley
|
||
kneeling by the table arched her back,
|
||
thrusting her breasts out and looked almost
|
||
straight up at George with a sultry look.
|
||
|
||
The charm worked. George came back with a
|
||
glass of tap water and a bottle of Wesson
|
||
oil. Looking around Ashley found her blouse
|
||
laying on the floor. She tore a sleeve off
|
||
with her teeth. She wet the cloth in the
|
||
glass then held Susan open while carefully
|
||
rinsing the bleach water from her with the
|
||
rest. She used the damp cloth to pat around
|
||
the folds of her lips and at her openings.
|
||
Ignoring the jesting from the men she
|
||
liberally covered her friends injured areas
|
||
with the oil from the slippery bottle.
|
||
|
||
"This smells a little funny, Sue, but it
|
||
should help somewhat." To George and John she
|
||
said, "Leave her alone, the bleach is still
|
||
burning her." Watching their faces, she
|
||
added "It wont be any good for you. You may
|
||
even get burnt yourself."
|
||
|
||
"How about that, George. Ashley is concerned
|
||
about your well being. She doesn't want you
|
||
to get hurt while fucking that cunt. Well if
|
||
that's what you want, that's what you'll get.
|
||
Get that bitch off the table."
|
||
|
||
"Ashley get your cunt on that table. George,
|
||
get a belt."
|
||
|
||
His tone had become dominant. Susan sprang
|
||
from the coffee table, seeking a corner to
|
||
become invisible. Ashley immediately started
|
||
to take her place. She moved slowly, trying
|
||
to delay the inescapable.
|
||
|
||
John turned her on her stomach. George
|
||
standing by her head, unclasped her hands
|
||
from the table legs where she had braced
|
||
herself, bending them awkwardly behind her
|
||
neck. Her head was bent to the right,
|
||
partially off the table.
|
||
|
||
John found that the narrow table couldnt
|
||
support her legs when they were spread wide.
|
||
Placing a hand under her mound and chest he
|
||
lifted her off the table, putting her in the
|
||
middle of the floor. He folded her left leg
|
||
upon itself and looped the belt around the
|
||
upper thigh and ankle. The belt was hooked
|
||
at the smallest position. Her heel was only
|
||
a few inches from her thigh. Grabbing the
|
||
discarded panty hose he replaced the belt her
|
||
heel into the thigh as she gasped in agony.
|
||
The other leg was tied with a portion of
|
||
panty hose cut from the excess. George used
|
||
the belt to tie her wrists behind her back.
|
||
The improvised restraints contrasting, bulky
|
||
and inelegant contrasting with the graceful
|
||
curve of the nude womans waist. Pale and
|
||
beautiful skin of the leg swelling where the
|
||
muscle is compressed, wrapped tightly with a
|
||
ring of pale nude hose as small knot with
|
||
long ragged strands where one leg was cut
|
||
off. The thin black belt wrapped several
|
||
times around the wrist a rough loose knot
|
||
holds it in place. There is no need for
|
||
more, in her position she can not get enough
|
||
leverage to overcome the many turns of the
|
||
leather belt.
|
||
|
||
John, admiring his work rolls her over and
|
||
kneels between her tied legs and slaps her
|
||
hard on the left breast. She whimpers but
|
||
can not move to protect herself. He slaps
|
||
her a couple time more on both breasts then
|
||
his fingers go in her pussy, first two
|
||
fingers, then four.
|
||
|
||
George tenderly strokes her cheek,
|
||
occasionally raising an eyelid to reminding
|
||
her to keep her eyes open. He brushes her
|
||
hair to one side so they can see her face and
|
||
tears. The hand is withdrawn to gently rub
|
||
her clit. Both men laugh as Ashley moans
|
||
loudly. Her reactions to pleasure or pain are
|
||
clear, and immediately evident. There is
|
||
nothing that can be hidden from those who use
|
||
her. John again fingers her pussy. Slowly
|
||
he pushes against the now wet opening,
|
||
forcing his hand in to the knuckles.
|
||
|
||
Ashley spreads her legs even further apart,
|
||
the strain on her thighs more less painful
|
||
than between her legs. That gesture of
|
||
ultimate submission, forcing her legs
|
||
abnormally wide for him, without being told,
|
||
engorges his already erect cock.
|
||
|
||
John leans forward and whispers into the ear
|
||
of the crying girl, "Ashley, I am going to
|
||
fuck you. Would you like that?" He prompts
|
||
her by rapping his knuckles on her head.
|
||
|
||
"Yes sir," in a meek voice.
|
||
|
||
John stretched out and with George's help
|
||
pulled her on top of him. George stood with
|
||
a leg on each side of his friend and with
|
||
hands on Ashley's hips, got her in a
|
||
comfortable position for John. He then
|
||
pulled her knees apart again as John rammed
|
||
into her. Ashley's whimpers became louder,
|
||
the cries of pain, humiliation and sex
|
||
hopelessly confused in her voice, but clearer
|
||
in her mind.
|
||
|
||
George sat even with her waist and pulled her
|
||
ass cheeks apart. He worked two finger in
|
||
her tight ass, enjoying how his hand
|
||
controlled her voice and breathing. He could
|
||
feel John ramming with his torso into her.
|
||
George surprised that John was still had a
|
||
hard-on for her. He had reached a plateau,
|
||
his cock half hard, spent from all the
|
||
fucking, unable to cum, needig to rest, but
|
||
still enjoying the liberty with is sex toys.
|
||
|
||
"Press down on her! She is just bouncing on
|
||
me," John called out. "I need to push
|
||
against something."
|
||
|
||
George sat on the small of her back facing
|
||
the back of her head. like a bronco rider,
|
||
he sat with an arm stretched behind him,
|
||
probing her expanded ass, controlling her
|
||
breathing by what he did to her ass.
|
||
|
||
With all her remaining strength, Ashley
|
||
raised her head high arching her back against
|
||
the weight of George. She mentally put the
|
||
sex aside and for a few seconds filled her
|
||
chest with a long deep breath of cool air.
|
||
The lamp caught her eye, a pretty design,
|
||
completely out of place, it must have been a
|
||
gift she thought. The mental break couldnt
|
||
last, she collapsed again on John.
|
||
|
||
John watched as her neck strained, her breast
|
||
already thrust forward from having her hands
|
||
tied behind her, pressed against his chest.
|
||
The chisel lighting caught her face, the man
|
||
behind her out of focus in his minds eye.
|
||
Her eye makeup smudged, lipstick long gone,
|
||
tears smeared on rosy cheeks, mingled with
|
||
perspiration giving a shine in the harsh
|
||
light. Strands of her damp hair is clumped
|
||
together, dark blond, stuck in a corner of
|
||
her mouth. He can see the roof of her mouth,
|
||
pearl white teeth catch the light. Crust has
|
||
dried under her nose and in the other corner,
|
||
a little blemish is on the curve of the lip.
|
||
Then he realizes the blemish is a single
|
||
pubic hair, seized in the almost invisible
|
||
track dried cum disappearing down her chin.
|
||
|
||
He feels himself growing quickly inside of
|
||
her. Ashley moans from the same feeling deep
|
||
in her womb. She collapse on him face to
|
||
face as if lovers. The scent perfume mixed
|
||
with the musk of stale cum. With her legs
|
||
painfully bent double and arms behind her
|
||
trapped by the weight of the other man she
|
||
has no leverage, no independant movement.
|
||
Her body has become a glove, stretched
|
||
tightly around his cock, following his every
|
||
move. She feels him pressing on the entrance
|
||
to her womb, as he pulls slowly back her body
|
||
follows his cock still deep in her. Knees
|
||
bent, feet on the floor he pushes up hard and
|
||
fast, enjoying her hot breath on his cheek as
|
||
feels it bounce against her in deep in her
|
||
center. She tightens harder still around his
|
||
member, he can feel George against the
|
||
underside of his cock, through the walls of
|
||
her ass. Ashley exhales hard again with ever
|
||
having time to inhale as the finger is shaken
|
||
in her ass. She has no identify no thoughts,
|
||
her stomach is collapsed on his. She feels
|
||
his every breath, every movement of his
|
||
muscles. She feels every thrust into her
|
||
before he makes it. The orgasm builds in her
|
||
belly as his stomach hardens, thighs tense he
|
||
is hard against her inside, she come first a
|
||
split second before the vibration of cum is
|
||
felt against her womb.
|
||
|
||
There is no place to hide. After a few
|
||
minutes, John tells George to stop playing
|
||
with her ass. She is rolled on her back, an
|
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embarrasing sucking sound is made as there
|
||
sweaty bodies part. She is not allowed to
|
||
close her eyes as they kneel and stand over
|
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her, complementing and laughing.
|
||
|
||
It was well after midnight and the men were
|
||
tired. The girls were allowed to comfort
|
||
each other on the floor while the men enjoyed
|
||
a beer. For a while it amused them to have
|
||
the women obey an occasional command to show
|
||
themselves or to lick each other.
|
||
|
||
John called two of his friends Bill and
|
||
Charles from the book depository, telling
|
||
them of the great party they were having.
|
||
When they heard that Ashley and Susan, two of
|
||
the hottest chicks from work were there, they
|
||
hurried over.
|
||
|
||
The latecomers were shocked to see the girls
|
||
that they have fantasized about for months,
|
||
kneeling naked between a man's legs. The
|
||
stories that they had passed among
|
||
themselves, never really believing, at work,
|
||
apparently being tame compared to what they
|
||
saw in front of them. At first John and
|
||
George proudly showed off their sex toys to
|
||
their friends ordering them around on their
|
||
knees like big cats at a circus.
|
||
|
||
"Come here. Lick me bitch! Open wider, show
|
||
my friend what you have. Do you like it
|
||
cunt?" A kick or thereat of one was all that
|
||
was necessary to keep them moving.
|
||
|
||
They watched and made suggestions, arranged
|
||
the girls. They quickly learned how far John
|
||
would let them go. Anything was permissible
|
||
sexually, but only John or George could hit
|
||
the girls. The enthusiasm rubbed off on them
|
||
and soon they were erect and taking their
|
||
turns to climax.
|
||
|
||
When asked the mastered girls said what was
|
||
expected of them.
|
||
|
||
"What do you like to do, Ashley?" John asked,
|
||
holding her chin up to look her in the eye.
|
||
|
||
"I like to suck you, sir."
|
||
|
||
"And what else?"
|
||
|
||
"Ahh," surprised that it wasn't enough,
|
||
...to fuck, sir."
|
||
|
||
"Sue, be a good girl and show Bill, what you
|
||
like to do."
|
||
|
||
Susan out of shame put her head down between
|
||
her arms her rear up in the air, knees far
|
||
apart. She squeezed her eyes shut tight,
|
||
blissfully unaware of who was behind her.
|
||
The fingers came first. They hurt but she
|
||
was able to shut out the rough scraping, her
|
||
imagination consumed on what she new was
|
||
bound to follow. It was time to go into the
|
||
act.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, Ohhh. I want you in my pussy," she
|
||
moaned. Anything but the ass. They took her
|
||
mouth enough without having to beg. The
|
||
worst part was that it took so long to clear
|
||
the stuff from your throat so you could
|
||
breathe normally again. "Take my cunt," she
|
||
said, using the word that they liked to hear.
|
||
She was actually relieved when she felt him
|
||
in her vagina. It was tender there but "I
|
||
can bear it. This is an easy one," she said
|
||
to herself, as the man pumped.
|
||
|
||
Someone pulled her head up by her hair,
|
||
causing her to support herself with her
|
||
hands. One of the new ones sat in front of
|
||
her, and carefully took two handfuls of her
|
||
hair. Like a rider controlling a horse, he
|
||
steered her head down on his erect shaft and
|
||
held it there. Her jaw ached from being
|
||
stretched wide, she did not dare let her
|
||
teeth touch his cock. It was useless to try
|
||
to raise her head, he was too strong. She
|
||
squirmed, then in real panic of choking began
|
||
to kick as her chest and stomach heaved.
|
||
|
||
Excited beyond control, the man in her vagina
|
||
came his weight pushing her harder onto the
|
||
man impaling in her mouth. "I will have to
|
||
bite him," she thought. The pressure on her
|
||
head was suddenly relaxed, she pushed up,
|
||
popping off, like a cork and gulped for air.
|
||
He pushed her back down and worked her head
|
||
quickly up and down, coming in big spurts in
|
||
her mouth and throat. He clutched her head
|
||
tight against his balls, clamping his legs
|
||
around her ears. "It's over. I made it,"
|
||
she silently repeated to herself.
|
||
|
||
She felt a prick pushing against her asshole,
|
||
softly at first, then harder. She spread as
|
||
wide as she could and tried to relax, but
|
||
there is no way to relax for that. All she
|
||
could feel was her rectum, being opened wider
|
||
and wider. Finally he was in and the
|
||
sensation changed to her insides. Each
|
||
movement no matter how slight, traveled
|
||
through her complete body. The pressure made
|
||
her feel like coming and peeing at the same
|
||
time. Susan concentrated on the pain from
|
||
her straining rectum intent on not giving
|
||
them the satisfaction of seeing her come
|
||
while having her ass fucked.
|
||
|
||
She was breathing heavily through her mouth,
|
||
pressed against his balls. Strong hands dug
|
||
into her sides as the man came deep in her
|
||
body. Her head was released, she could hear
|
||
again and breathe clean air. She recognized
|
||
John's voice barking at Charley. She lowered
|
||
her head to the floor, keeping her sore
|
||
backside up in the air. Ashley was
|
||
whispering encouragement and stroking her
|
||
hair, when John ordered her away.
|
||
|
||
He pulled Susan on top of him, shoving into
|
||
her vagina. Cursing her for being too
|
||
"dripping wet," he rolled her off. Ashley
|
||
was ordered to lie on top. Meekly she put a
|
||
knee to either side of his hips, keeping her
|
||
back straight, afraid to expose her ass. He
|
||
entered her and pulled her to him, pushing
|
||
her head to one side. Pulling her cheeks
|
||
apart he pull her onto his erection and told
|
||
her to work it until he came. The body
|
||
movements, hips working, vagina flexing was
|
||
mechanical, automatic, without feeling or
|
||
inspiration, but he liked it. The others,
|
||
tired in the early morning hours, rested and
|
||
joked among themselves, casually taking in
|
||
Ashleys penetration. Bill, naked, sat on
|
||
the couch sipping a beer, rolling Susans
|
||
breasts under his feet. George was sitting
|
||
with his back against the couch, a leg bent
|
||
over her face, the other stretched on her
|
||
hair as she laid on the floor. He took her
|
||
hand and moved it up and down on his
|
||
hardening prick, then let her continue by
|
||
herself. Someone had squirted beer in her
|
||
vagina and then stuck the neck of the bottle
|
||
in her ordered her to keep it there. She
|
||
prayed that it would stay in or if it worked
|
||
out, that they wouldnt hurt her again.
|
||
|
||
Ashley clinched her eyes tight, and moved as
|
||
ordered. But she could not escape the
|
||
feelings that began between her legs,
|
||
radiating through out her entire body. She
|
||
hated every second but the sensations were
|
||
there between her legs. She could feel him
|
||
growing inside her, slightly bigger every
|
||
time. She went limp on top of him, hoping to
|
||
spoil it for him. To fight would only make
|
||
it better for him. He slammed the side of
|
||
his fist between her shoulder blades,
|
||
knocking the breath from her.
|
||
|
||
"Work it, bitch!"
|
||
|
||
She had no choice. Her legs were trapped
|
||
inside of his, tight around his cock. With
|
||
each stroke she let out a gasp as her clit
|
||
both tender and sore, was tormented at every
|
||
movement. He held his groin up to her, hand
|
||
on hips making her work his growing length at
|
||
a faster and faster pace. Her clit was still
|
||
tender from being hit. She cried out in
|
||
anguish. That was all he needed. He thrust
|
||
into her again and again. She felt him come,
|
||
many thrusts with a small shudder. It made
|
||
her glad to know there couldnt be much
|
||
semen. His tired dick shrunk quickly from
|
||
her and for a while, her body was hers
|
||
again.
|
||
|
||
Ashley buried her smile in her arms and
|
||
waited for the command that she hated.. This
|
||
time he didnt say anything but pulled her
|
||
hair. She moved over to where her lay and
|
||
licked his shrunken member as he manhandled
|
||
her head for the amusement of the others.
|
||
|
||
When they noticed that the marks from
|
||
branding had faded they held the girls over
|
||
the coffee table and reapplied the brands to
|
||
each of the struggling girls in turn.
|
||
|
||
Later they tired of doubling up on one girl,
|
||
a man in her faces another behind her and
|
||
experimented with three on one.
|
||
|
||
Ashley was first. Charley pulled her down on
|
||
top of him. He entered her pussy as George
|
||
spread her legs wide. Bill had already taken
|
||
her mouth as George pushed against her ass.
|
||
With her vagina full, it couldn't take the
|
||
other cock. As George pushed harder she
|
||
started to bleed again. To quiet her down,
|
||
they let her rest and turned their attention
|
||
and cocks to Susan. Trying to shut the
|
||
humiliation out, she had drawn up in a fetal
|
||
position in a corner when she heard her name
|
||
called in a sugar sweet voice. Sue, its your
|
||
turn. Trembling and begging, but not daring
|
||
to hesitate Susan rolled on her back and
|
||
straightened her legs. Thats all that was
|
||
expected of her. She knew that they would
|
||
take care of the rest, moving her legs and
|
||
arms, positioning her the body anyway they
|
||
wanted. Every movement somehow important, an
|
||
arm once positioned, if moved could raise
|
||
their anger. They may hit, unbelievably hard,
|
||
many times, no bearing to the offense.
|
||
Sometimes they would tie her down, the black
|
||
cord cutting into her wrists or more often
|
||
someone would pin her writs down with their
|
||
full weight, until she thought the bones
|
||
would crack. They tried the same thing with
|
||
her. When that failed, Charley waited for
|
||
George to cum, then he took her pussy.
|
||
|
||
It was the early hours of the morning, the
|
||
men were spent and tired. As they rested
|
||
they amused themselves by berating Ashley
|
||
for not being able to satisfy them. They
|
||
pinned her tired arms and sat on her legs,
|
||
then George put a gag around her head. She
|
||
fought with the little strength remaining,
|
||
screaming into the gag all the while. They
|
||
dragged her struggling and kicking into the
|
||
kitchen. Ashley, tired and beaten was easily
|
||
overpowered and tied face down on the kitchen
|
||
table with arms and semen soiled legs spread.
|
||
|
||
Susan slowly inched her way to the door.
|
||
Quietly she worked the locks with trembling
|
||
hands. The four men in the kitchen were
|
||
telling Ashley how they were going oil her up
|
||
with Crisco and what they were going to do
|
||
after. The second lock clicked open and she
|
||
ran into the hallway. Not waiting for the
|
||
elevator she ran down the stairs and into the
|
||
street. It was still dark. It would be
|
||
another half an hour before the streets would
|
||
fill with people going about their lives.
|
||
Naked she ran through the cold air found.
|
||
She found a subway entrance and jumped the
|
||
turnstile. The train engineer saw the naked
|
||
girl and called the police.
|
||
|
||
Ashley was rescued later that morning. When
|
||
the police kicked the door in, only John and
|
||
Ashley were there. The others were picked up
|
||
at the book depository the following Monday.
|
||
Epilog
|
||
|
||
John was convicted of rape and sodomy. He
|
||
was sentenced to 13 to 30 years as a repeat
|
||
offender. He is still doing time and tells
|
||
his court appointed attorney that he has
|
||
"gotten religion."
|
||
|
||
Bill and Charles were sentenced to 5 to 10
|
||
years apiece.
|
||
|
||
George too was convicted. In a perversity of
|
||
justice, he made a deal with the prosecution
|
||
to collaborate the victim's story.
|
||
Considering it was his first offense the
|
||
judge sentenced to 2 to 5 years. He joined a
|
||
prison program for rapist. He started the
|
||
program as a hostile patient and gradually
|
||
changed. Now the prison physiologist uses
|
||
his case as an example whenever he has to
|
||
apply for state funds. The doctor describes
|
||
how his penile erections can be monitored as
|
||
he is shown rape scenes, with no measurable
|
||
effect. Considered a model prisoner he is
|
||
already in a half way house. He spends all
|
||
his time reading. Prison library records
|
||
show that he has read everything on
|
||
controlling your own bio-mechanics such as
|
||
heart rate and blood pressure. This month he
|
||
should be released.
|
||
|
||
Ashley had an abortion, and is recovering
|
||
well. She still bears the scars from her
|
||
ordeal. The insurance company insisted that
|
||
she take physiological counseling. Her
|
||
physiologist reports that she is "blocking"
|
||
unable to discuss her inner feelings "as if
|
||
she was hiding something." She quickly adds
|
||
that "her behavior is quite common for
|
||
someone who has undergone such a traumatic
|
||
experience." She was pronounced
|
||
psychologically disabled and has received
|
||
some money from her insurance company. She
|
||
has gone back to college full time.
|
||
|
||
Ashley is not ready to resume dating yet and
|
||
keeps busy training in martial arts. The
|
||
detective on the case taught her how to use a
|
||
gun and now she carries an unregistered 380
|
||
for self-protection. Between semesters, she
|
||
told her family that she was going to the
|
||
Bahamas for a week. That same week a woman
|
||
was attacked while going to her car. The
|
||
woman, latter told the police that she was
|
||
being forced into a van, when a man appeared
|
||
and, shot her attacker six times at close
|
||
range. Despite the disbelief of the police,
|
||
she claims that she could not describe the
|
||
vigilante. Shells from a 380 automatic were
|
||
found at the scene.
|
||
|
||
Like Ashley, Susan had to see a physiologist
|
||
as part of the insurance settlement. Her
|
||
file shows that she has shown "a marvelous
|
||
readjustment to men and a healthy attitude to
|
||
sex." She quit her job and is living in a
|
||
nice condominium on the East side. She is
|
||
seeing a lot of men, but there is no one
|
||
special. She has the latest fashions, drives
|
||
a new sports car, "A gift from a friend."
|
||
She does not consider herself a call girl,
|
||
but simply likes the gifts that they give
|
||
her. If her lovers were ever to compare
|
||
notes, they would find some amazing
|
||
similarities. Threats of Polaroid's mailed
|
||
anonymously to wives and business partners,
|
||
running up outrageous credit charges by
|
||
"accident". She has developed a reputation
|
||
as a "demanding lover, always in charge."
|
||
|
||
May 1994
|
||
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|