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New Moon Ch. 01

By: wolfgrr



Thank you for reading my story. It's my first story so please comment if you like it or how I may improve. The story is set back before the freedom movement in the United States, so the couple is considered taboo for its time. (I've always dreamed of stories like this.) I wanted a slow paced romance between the characters, so that they aren't instantly in love. 

All characters are 18+

(The above is meant to be italicize but I'm not sure how to do it)

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It was a full moon night. The trees whispered to another as the wind flew through, rustling the leaves and blowing away detached parts to their new home. In the distance a lone wolf howled resonating to the tiny village that lay at the end of the vigorous forest. The lone wolf was hunting a bunny down but before he could capture it in his jaws it jumped down into its hovel. The starving wolf growled in frustration, not being able to capture a single thing the wolf dug the bunny out. The bunny was shaking its frail body in fear. 'Jack pot,' thought the wolf. The hovel held not only the hunted bunny but a slew of them. The wolf's stomach rumbled and with a grace to the enchanting moon, he devoured the family of bunnies. Satisfied the wolf went down to the river to clean of his bloody muzzle. The river ran through the forest that connected to a lake where the village was stationed. The wolf jumped into the river with a running start. The current, stronger than usual, pushed the wolf down following the current to the lake. It mattered not to the wolf as he doggy paddled his way with the current. The wolf was pulled into the lake where he paddled for shore. 

Of all his luck, which of course was bad, a lone human man was sleeping beside a tree. The man seemed fairly tall in his sitting position scruffy even; his trousers were brown with dust except the bottom which was covered in layers of mud. The man had his dusty bent hat over his face for sleep, except this man wasn't sleeping, at least not yet. The man was chewing on an oblong looking yellow stick that was moving up and down with his unshaven jaw. The wolf froze when he could touch the bottom of the shore without going under. The wolf sensed that the man had stopped chewing as his stick paused in mid swing. The wolf was afraid, for he already saw the gun that lay on the ground near the man. It was time thought the wolf to flight or fight, which one was he, dominant or submissive. The wolf unable to make a decision stayed plastered on the rocky bottom as the water rippled around him. The man reached up and tossed his stick aside as he stood up, ignoring the gun at his side, and began to change. Without the thought of taking off his own clothes, the man ripped his clothes as his body grew and shrunk. White fur covered his pink skin and bones cracked. In anguish the man cried in pain only to end in a howl. Stood in the man's place was a beautiful white wolf. 

'Not another one,' thought the lone wolf as he stood in the cold water. 

The dominant white wolf growled at the omega midnight black wolf. The black wolf dropped his head and tilted to the side, offering his throat. The cowered lost the fight before it even began. The wolf tried to run away back to the forest; however, the water slowed him down and before he could even reach the forest the white wolf jumped on the black wolf forcing him to the ground. The captured wolf whimpered at the sneering wolf. The moon lite wolf growled at the black wolf who tried to bury his head further into the ground. 

The black wolf knew the laws of entering into other packs territory, but the water hadn't carried the other wolves sent. The wolf felt the pull of the moon and took its power that it was offering and changed into a human boy. 

'Small,' thought the dominate wolf. The boy, who was barely a man, was skinny with his bones sticking out under his skin. The boy's black hair was long, which was unnatural for the time trends and covered just below his breast plate. The boy was colored too, not white like the people in the village but black just like his fur. The white wolf was confused, for he'd never seen a man this color. He heard about the colored slaves that were treated like cattle, but it always sounded like a myth to him till that night. 

"Please," mumble the boy. "Pleases let me go, and I promise you'll never see me again."

The wolf could smell the stench of fear resonating through the helpless boy. The wolf could smell something special about the boy other than the boy's usual body odor. The wolf got off the cowering boy and directed him to the village. It was late and the wolf pushed him passed closed nit houses to a white house with a picket fence. The naked boy turned around coming face with the man's hairy chest. The man opened the gate and took the boy by his arm and dragged him to the door. The white man knocked on the door loudly to wake up the residents of the house. A woman with a white night gown opened the door. The maids eyes where blue and large in shock of the man dragging the poor helpless boy. He tossed the boy by the fireplace that was dying off. The embers glowed faintly red but was still filled with a little bit of warmth. 

A larger rounded man came down a set of white stairs. "What's all the commotion about Thomas?" The heavier man was wearing a blue striped night gown and a matching night cap. 

Thomas the white wolf bowed and grabbed the red blanket that lay over the brown puffy couch and covered the boy in a swoop. "Alpha, I found the wolf on my watch and I saw him sneaking into our village." The man didn't cover his nakedness. The boy was confused and scared. 

"So kill it." The alpha replied nonchalantly. 

"But there something special about him that I just couldn't do it."

The leader of the pack walked forward and knelt by the boy to get a better sniff of him. "Well, it is an omega, that would make it slightly harder for you to kill it, but I never knew you could pity rabbits, Thomas." The leader condemned his fellow wolf. 

"I don't" 

"Then kill it," the alpha saw Thomas flinch at the mention of hurting his find, "or shall I, since I can't trust you to do your job." 

Thomas grabbed his leaders arm. "Don't."

The big man raised his eye brow. "Then do it."

"No."

"No?" Questioned the leader; "are you going against my authority? Do I need to put you down?"

"No." 

"Then do as you're told." The leader growled. 

"I can't nor can I let you or anyone else takes his life." Thomas was shaking under the pressure his alpha was putting him under. 

The leader sat in a big brown puffy chair. "Interesting," the big man stroked his stubbly chin. The leader sighed. "It's late the sun will be rising soon. Take it home with you and we'll talk later." 

The big man began to rise as Thomas spoke, "but-"

"You found it and picked it up. It's yours to handle." Sneer the big man. 

"Yes alpha." Thomas bowed as the big man left the room and up the creaking stairs. Thomas knelt by shivering boy and picked him up blanket and all. The boy stayed silent clutching the blanket to his chest. The small pup's big black eyes were looking up at his protector's face. Thomas could feel the warm gaze on him, heating his ears red. Thomas walked back toward the lake where they met but stopped shortly to a small white cottage. 

Still wrapped in a blanket in Thomas's arms, Thomas lay down on his single bed with the small figure in his arms. He could feel the small boy stiffen. "Sorry, I don't have another bed so you're going to have to share with me." The boy relaxed a little and swiftly fell asleep, tired from the day's events. 

The following morning Thomas woke up having trouble breathing. It felt like a load of bricks where laying on him. He opened his eyes to the harsh morning sun and looked down at his chest to see his sleeping colored pup. He smiled at the way the boy slept on top of him stealing the warmth from his body. He quickly frowned unsure what the new feeling was and pushed it aside. He thought that the feeling must be contempt at the boy's sleeping face, for the boy looked starved in every way: sleep, food, touch, and social. He felt like he just gained an unwanted puppy that he has to pay special attention to. 

Thomas tried to pull away from the boy only to unsuccessfully waking him up. Thomas sighed and grated the boy, "Good morning." The boy looked at Thomas and his arms on his hip and arm and stiffened afraid of what the stranger was trying to do. Thomas, unnerved by the situation, continued to pull the boy to the side of the small bed without falling out. "Got to take a leek," was Thomas's gruff reply as he walked out the house and towards the trees. The boy had felt the growing member and had felt phantom pain from his past and wept a few silent tears before the wolf came back to claim him. 

When Thomas returned he didn't go straight back into the bedroom but to the kitchen to prepare to break their fast. The boy waited for the master of the house to join him back in bed with his legs spread apart. Thomas went back to the bedroom to wake up sleeping beauty when upon entering he saw the boy spread eagle on the bed. 'That's a weird sleeping position,' thought Thomas. Confused, he calls the naked boy, "come on and get up sleepy head, foods on the table." The boy dumb struck continues to lay there not believing the truth. Thomas pulls on some spare clothes of his and shakes the still boy awake. 

Stunned the boy opens his tightly closed eyes to gape at the man. " Aren't you going to take me?" He asked confused upon the situation. Everyone else had always taken what they wanted and made him leave before anyone else found out. 

"Take you where?" Thomas furrowed his brows. 

The boy smiled, "nowhere." 'Could it be,' thought his brain happily, 'that he's just a simple kindred soul trying to help?' 

Thomas looked at him skeptically. Watching the boy jump out of bed in all his glory, and not a bit ashamed of his nakedness, the boy skipped to the kitchen. He followed the young man to the kitchen where the boy was waiting eagerly for him. The gestured to the table where two plates of toast and eggs sat with a cup of tea sat on the square wooden table. The boy sat tentatively on the opposite side of Thomas. Thomas picked up his mug and watched as the boy picked up the fork with his fist and tried to gnaw off the end of the fork. The boy sneered at the fork and went to try again when he looked at Thomas. Thomas's smirk made the boy slam the fork against the table and leaned back into the chair looking like an angry five year old child being told off. Thomas picked up his knife and fork and using the utensils cut into the egg and spread the yellow yoke around his toast. Thomas watched the boy take up his utensils and made a mess with the food. Thomas bellowed in laughter. The boy was embarrassed and Thomas noticed the boy's eyes water. Thomas wipes the water from his eyes and smiled at the young pup. 

"I haven't laughed like that in ages," said Thomas.

The boy stomach rumbled and the pup started to wiggle in his seat. Thomas pulled the naked boy onto his lap, "I'll feed you." After Thomas finished feeding the both of them he sighed remembering ancient times long ago. "I had a child, a little girl and a wife before we were attacked in the woods gathering barriers. Cynthia, she was only five at the time. Neither of them made it. However, that was a long time ago." Thomas smiled at the kid, not understanding the compulsion to open up to the boy. 

A frown loitered Thomas's face. "What's your name young pup?"

"I'm not a child or a puppy," replied the miffed young man. 

"Then how about telling me your name?"

The boy looked down at his bare feet. "Don't have one." 

"How about I give you one, a name that is."

The boy looked at Thomas for a quick glance then back to his wiggling brown toes. "Don't need one."

"Ok, I'll just call you pup from now on," smiled the pink man. 

"No! I'm 31, I'm not a child." The omega glared at the dominant man. 

"I see, you must have been pretty young when you were attacked." The man felt sympathy for the smaller frail body. If the boy looked 16 and had no pack to protect him, it was an unimaginable world the boy had gone through. The simplicity for looking so young was cause once changed into a werewolf the body stops ageing. "But still, I need a name then."

" Doesn't matter what you call me."

"Well then, what did other people call you? I assume you have been in contact with others before." asked the white man skeptically.

"Boy, Blacky, Black, Freak, Cursed, Demon, Bitch, Whore, Cock su-"

"That's enough, no more." The man closed his eyes tightly in revulsion. In sympathy for the boy the man decided to give him a humane name, "how about Joshua?" Joshua was an innocent name from the bible for a man who had lived a hard life. 

The man looked at the boy seemed angry with name but as he opened his mouth to change the name tears started to fall down his serine face. The boy simply nodded his head. Out of pure instinct the man embraced the boy in a comforting hug. From a man who showed no remorse was showing emotion he long ago forgotten. 

The boy, now called Joshua, cried on this fearless man's shoulder. For the first time since the first time he had begun running away from his past he had received kindness in the form of a name. 

Thomas stood outside of his alpha's house. Joshua stood slightly behind him in borrowed clothes. The clothes hung loosely on him and were tied around the waist with a strong yellow rope. 

The sky blue eyed maid opened the door wearing her white and black professional maids outfit. "Come in, the master is expecting you."

Joshua gripped the long white button shirt in his first, afraid of the biscuitus man who emanated despisement towards him. They entered into the sitting room where the man was sitting in his elegant black and white suit with a black bow. He was smoking his intoxicating cigar, which was stinking up the room. The big man waved his hand for them to sit in the sofa across from him. 

Thomas took a seat and when he saw Joshua standing behind him still, he tugged him to sit in the open seat next to him. Playing power games with the alpha was never a wise choice, even if you were an omega. There were roles less dominate wolfs had to obey, one, of which, is to never have your head higher than the leaders. However, when Joshua began to take a seat next to Thomas, who still had his hand on his sleeve, when a ferocious growl came forth and before anyone had time to act, the large man was upon Joshua and was beating him into submission on the floor. 



Joshua screamed in terror, crunching into a ball and protected his head with his arms as he was beaten with every thrust of the piped cane. Thomas stood and tried to stop the raining blows on the bruised boy, but nothing could stop the fierce attack. Finally, the man was forced to stop as one of his blows broke against Joshua's side. The man huffed and puffed as Thomas lead him back to the brown cozy chair. When the leader sat down he looked at his broken cane and threw it at the sniveling boy on the floor who screamed at the encounter and sobbed wildly. 

Thomas sat down opposite of his alpha and began to pull the boy into his lap, but when he heard the snarl coming from his leader he halted and sat down on the floor with Joshua in his lap. 

"It has no place to be there" snarled the alpha. "It needs to know its place, if you're going to take care of the boy; you need to teach it its proper place Thomas." The alpha was furious with Joshua. 

"Alpha, you wanted to see me," trying to direct tension off of the crying ball in his lap. 

"Ah, yes. I wanted to speak to you about your new situation." The alpha said through gritted teeth. Thomas nodded for him to continue. The alpha looked at the human ball and snarled. "Of all things you could have imprinted on," the alpha shook his head and sighed. "I could have tolerated another man," the leader snarled again "but this thing?" A strong power of hate whooshed through the room. 

Confused and frighten Thomas asked, "what do you mean imprint?" He loosened his tight grip on the frail omega. 

"Just look at you, you can't stand to be away from it. You protected it, clothed it, sheltered it, and probably fed it." The alpha looked on with disgust. "You told me you could smell it, that sweet fragrance that triggers a wolf to imprint on their mate. All I smell from it is garbage." 

Thomas let his arms fall to his sides and his mouth hung open in realization. Joshua whimpered at the loss of touch and comfort. Joshua had known it, and didn't mind if the gentle man was his life's mate. Unfortunately, now that Thomas knew what the relationship was between each other, Joshua felt like a kick dog forced to sleep on the cold snowy ground. 

"Thomas as my beta I always wanted you to have the best for the long years you have put into this pack; however, as of now with this" alpha paused in disgust "thing as your mate. I'll have to demote you and Johnson will replace you. I know he has always been eager to earn a higher role."

"Malcolm," Thomas called his alpha by his first name. "I'm still stronger than Johnson. I can-"

"Stop" using his alpha's skill he commanded Thomas into silence. "Mates take their place in the pack by their mate. Now that you have found yours and if I left you at your post it will feel like a threat to the others and they will fight you for it until you are either dead or gone out of this pack. As a friend, I do not wish to see you killed and I will not stop them from their attacks, for they have the right to do so." Madison sighed. "Right now you have several choices to choice from: Stay as my beta and fight till you're exhausted and killed, become the lowest dominant wolf and forgo your title, or kill it; like I originally wanted you to do. "

"Alpha I-" Thomas was interrupted by a hand.

"Go home Thomas and think it over. I'll give you till the next full moon to give me your answer."

Thomas gritted his teeth and stood, he grabbed Joshua's arm tight "come on" and left. Joshua sobbed quietly as he was dragged back to the cottage, ignoring the onlookers and growls as they passed through the village. 

When they reached the cottage Thomas slammed Joshua against the wall. Joshua closed his eyes waiting for the impact of the angry man's fist. Thomas didn't hit him; although, what he did do, astounded them both. Thomas brought his face close to his neck and sniffed Joshua for evidence of that sweet fragrance. As he continued to smell him he used his legs to part open the boys and rub his covered penis with his leg. 

The boy gasped as he opened his eyes in shock. Thomas inserted his tongue in Joshua's gaping mouth. Thomas twirled and sucked on the other man's tongue passionately enfolding them both in a sinful temptation. Joshua moaned as Thomas ran his hands over Joshua's chest and played with his nipples over the homespun shirt. 

Joshua held his mate by the waist as he reciprocated the kiss and proceeded to interact with his genitals as they rubbed against each other. As Thomas's erection grew he pulled his mate's pants down and felt the erected penis and grabbing his own, pulling the two together and using his hand to pump them until they climaxed and spent. The ropy cum landed everywhere: on each other, the ground and Thomas's hand. 

Looking at the mixed cum on his hands, Thomas stood horrified as his mate lost his balance and fell to the floor causing Thomas to stubble backwards a few steps. Thomas clenches his cum soaked hand and punches the wall of his home leaving a dent where his fist was. Joshua gulps and watches his passionate lover's spite and follows him with his eyes as Thomas walks to the lake stripping off his clothes as he walked and scrubbed his body red.


New Moon Ch. 01



Thomas stood out of the water. Joshua watched as the water dripped down his translucent chest and dipping into his navel. Joshua licked his lips wishing he could follow the water drops down past dark brown bushel of curse hair to the flaming member where he could suck on it to his hearts delight. Joshua looked back into Thomas's face that was seeing red. Joshua remembered his predicament and swore at himself for forgetting. Things weren't going to be so simple anymore. Thomas wasn't going to be Mr. Nice Guy anymore. No, but as Joshua bit on his lip, waiting for the next course of action, his only wish was for Thomas to fuck him.

Thomas stormed back to the kneeling Joshua who flinched away from his encountering form. Thomas held a fist ready to inflict pain on the little man. He huffed and fell flat to the ground letting gravity taking over. He sat opposite of Joshua and covered his shame filled face. 

"I didn't want this." Thomas had begun to cry as tears dripped off his face. "After my wife and kid died I didn't want anyone else. Malcolm was there to help me with the changes and I have devoted my time as his beta ever since. For over 15 years I have watched as everyone around me found a mate and carried on with life. I longed to be with my wife but with her gone I didn't want anyone. And this, this thing between us is sinful, as a Christian how can I indulge in such a sinful act. It's not right. I realize that the feelings I have for you I pushed them away ignoring them for what they are. I never realized how good you smell." 

Joshua wasn't sure what to do, but he oddly wanted to comfort this tall man. Unsure what to do, he tentatively raised his arm and touched Thomas on the shoulder. When Thomas did nothing and stayed into a ball, Joshua scooted over and hugged the lovable man. 

"I'm sorry Thomas" Joshua rubbed Thomas's back.

"You knew?" Thomas asked Joshua. 

Joshua nodded his head. "I knew it when you pounced on me at the lake. I figured you'd be like the rest of them, cruel and fast with your temper." Thomas went still. "If you let me, I will go and your life will be as it was."

Thomas hand shut up grabbing Joshua by his borrowed stained shirt. "You will not leave me." Thomas growled. Joshua nodded his head in shock.

Joshua took the chance and crawled into Thomas's lap. "You are like a child I have to protect." Thomas sighed and leaned back so he could lie on the grass with Joshua lying on top of him. They laid there in silence for a while soaking up the sun until Joshua's stomach grumbled. Thomas laughed and Joshua's face turned scarlet. 

"That rolling thunder must mean that a storms a brew. Let's get inside and feed that beast of yours." Thomas had Joshua sit at the table while he made something for them to eat. Thomas brought over two plates of food, one of which was already cut up into small piece for Joshua. Thomas smiled at Joshes reddened ears. 

Once they finished eaten Joshua could stop thinking of the future and what life would be like now that he's met his life mate. "Thomas why is it that you don't want me to leave? It would be easier on you and you wouldn't have to worry about your position in the pack."

Thomas nodded his head. "It would, but just the thought of you out there in the wilderness by yourself makes my wolf growl. He wants to keep you protected and just the thought of you gone had him howling."

Joshua was in turmoil; he smiled at Thomas and sighed through his nose. He was bashing himself up for thinking he truly cared for him when all it was that tethered them together was the bond and nothing else. Joshua felt a deep ache inside his chest as his wolf howled in dismay.



New Moon Ch. 02



The conversational voice was back. "As you can see," he began, "there are ten of us." He had knelt on the floor to bring his face near hers. He was feeling her breasts as he spoke. She shivered uncontrollably, but did not let go of her ankles. "Here's the way it works. We've drawn lots to determine what order we get to use you, but we think you should have some say in the matter." Now he was running his hand up her leg. Still she did not move.

"You get to look at each dick and decide which hole you want it in, at least for the first time. When it gets to be his turn, that's where he starts. Anyone that wants seconds can choose which hole he prefers." He stopped speaking as his fingers fondled the curls between her legs. A finger disappeared inside. She jumped, but did not lose her grip.

He explored without saying anything for a minute or so. "Now you can stand up again."

She stood. "Here is a pen." She shook her head to clear the dizziness from having her head down so long. He handed her a felt tip marker. "You are to put a letter on each guy's dick telling him how you want him to fuck you the first time. "M" stands for mouth. You'll give him a nice blow job. "P" stands for pussy. You'll lay on your back while he gives you a good fucking. "D" stands for doggie style. You'll get on your hands and knees or just bend over. He'll tell you how you are to position yourself and he'll choose between those two available holes. "A" stands for ass. He'll use your ass. He'll tell you how he wants you to position yourself for how he wants to get at your ass.

"There are four ways and ten guys so you have to put each letter on two dicks. You then decide which hole you want used more and put those letters on the other two dicks. After a while we'll tell you how we want you to get your boyfriend off. 

"Now this isn't a choice thing. You have to do it and you have to start now. If you don't get it done in the next five minutes, you'll feel this whip on your tits or your pussy or maybe both. Do you understand?" This last he said more loudly while swatting the floor with the whip. She jumped and snapped her head back and forth, her eyes, now wild again focusing on the whip.

"Get to it!"

The pen trembled in her hand. She pulled the cap off and dropped it. She stooped and picked it up. She had no idea how to do what he told her to do. She looked around at the cocks aimed at her. They were all reasonable in size. Some were smaller and some were larger. Some were cut, some were not. She'd never been fucked by a man who wasn't circumscribed. She decided she didn't want those in her mouth.

She was still having a difficult time comprehending that each of these men were going to use her body. She had no choice. They would put their cocks anywhere they wanted and she would simply have to lie on this cold floor and allow them to do it. 

She glanced quickly at her pussy. Soon it would have cum running from it. It would probably hurt.

She'd been fucked in the ass before and didn't like it. It hurt too. And blow jobs. She'd done a few of those. If she really liked the guy, she didn't mind giving him the pleasure guys seemed to get from a blow job. She didn't like it when they came in her mouth so she always asked that they not do that, but sometimes they got carried away and did anyway.

She was already disgusted and felt dirty.

She approached the first uncut cock and put an A on it. She did the same for the other uncut cock. She was thoroughly freaked out at having to hold a cock and write on it. She had no idea that this was just further fun for the men. They knew they would fill her with their cum. It didn't matter what she put on their cocks, they'd fuck her any way and every way they chose. This was just the start of an evening of fun.

She selected another smaller cock for her ass, making three. She selected two others that were not too large for her mouth. As she wrote on each of them her stomach churned at the thought of that cock in her mouth, his cum spurting onto her tongue filling her mouth with goo.

She wanted to ask if she had to let the cum in her mouth, but she didn't want to know the answer. She'd just try to avoid it if she could. And she certainly didn't want to ask if she had to swallow. She couldn't bear the thought of all that cum going down her throat. If she didn't ask, maybe she could just spit it out if some got in her mouth.

Several times as she went from man to man, cock to cock, she changed her mind and crossed out a letter replacing it with another.

"Times a wasting," he called out snapping the whip on the floor. "Thirty seconds left."

She made a last decision just before he said, "Time's up."

Relaxing from the ordeal, she handed the pen back. He refused it. "Honey," he said, "you're not done."

Fear welled up in her. She looked at each of the hard cocks in front of her. Each had a printed letter showing which of her holes it was to violate first. She looked back at the voice questioningly. Then it hit her. It hit her hard as she realized her mistake.

"But you didn't have your cock out. How was I to know?"

"Too bad," he said, taking his cock out. "Put a letter on it. Tell me where you want me to fuck you."

"Please don't hit me," she pleaded. He said nothing as he waited for his mark. She selected a P thinking he'd like that best and maybe wouldn't whip her.

"I will give you a choice," he said with a smile. "Since you've given me something I really like to do, I'll let you tell me where to start. We can do it on your tits or your pussy. Which do you prefer?"

"Please don't," she said backing away. "Don't hit me."

"Make a choice or I'll double it."

"My tits, no, my pussy, no please don't." She was nearing hysteria as he circled the whip before her.

"We'll start with the pussy," his voice was low. He stared at her pussy which she hastily covered tightly with both her hands. She backed away step by step until she ran into one of the men who would soon be fucking her.

She could feel his hard cock pushing between her cheeks as he stood behind her. He held her loosely, his hands on her breasts. He fondled them casually as the man with the whip moved closer. Her hands tightened on her pussy.

He stopped. He looked and her and was plainly disappointed. "Erin, we can do this a number of different ways. I told you I really like to hurt women. I thought I made it clear that I was going to hurt you with this whip, especially if you didn't do what I told you. I am going to hurt you and, for that matter, I'm going to hurt your boyfriend."

Ken's eyes widened on hearing this.

"How much I hurt you depends on you. I will take every opportunity you give me to hurt you, but I told you that you would have some control on how much you get hurt." She noticed that his cock was becoming harder as he spoke. She held her hands desperately over her pussy. The man she was mashed against continued to play with her breasts, toying with her nipples, massaging her. He ignored her hands clasped tightly against her groin. His cock pushed between her cheeks and threatened to insert itself through her wrinkled, brown hole. His cock had an M on it.

She pushed harder against the man. She never felt his cock intruding. She was focused on the whip. The man temporarily abandoned her breasts and spread her cheeks to allow more penetration. This she felt, but she pushed back nonetheless as the whip moved slowly back and forth.

"You have told me that you want your punishment on your pussy. That's fine with me. I guaranty it will hurt. It is punishment and I will like hurting you so that's resolved. His voice and discourse was much more refined that one would have thought for a man planning a couple's torment in this rundown shed. She may have noticed it, but she may have been only aware of the whip. "Now I need to resolve how many lashes. How many lashes do you think it should be?" He was asking Erin. My god, Erin thought, none. Don't hit me at all. She knew that would not be an acceptable answer. "Erin," he said, "I asked you a question. Answer me. Don't piss me off."

"Two," she offered hesitantly. "One!" Maybe, she thought, it could be just one.

"I like that," he mused. "Two followed by one." She began to tear up.

"Please," she pleaded, "just one."

"Actually, I was thinking more of five or ten, but you're so pretty, I'd hate to mark you up too badly so we'll start with just these three. If you are a good girl, I'll leave this punishment at three."

The man behind her had been pulling her ass hard against his thrusting cock. She felt him fucking her ass, but was concentrating on the whip. Now he gasped in her ear as he held her hips tightly against his hips. She felt his cock swell then fill her with a warm fluid. His thrusting became more intense as more and more spurted from the cock now deep inside her. It ran down her leg. 

It's progress was slow. She felt it creeping down the inside of her thighs. His cock was still hard and deeply imbedded in her. He slowed and loosened his grip, but kept his cock deep inside.

Though apparently ignoring his compatriot earlier, the man with the whip stopped and waited as the scene played out. He put the tip of the whip in the flow making its way down her thigh. He spread it some, then continued, "Let's review what a good girl is."

The whip on her the inside of her thigh terrified her. It was only inches below his avowed target which she guarded with her hands. The flow on her leg was cool, but the touch of the whip brought hot blood to the skin it touched.

"A good girl accepts her punishment. She offers up the part of herself that is to be punished. She does not hide it. She does not cry out. She does not run. She always does what she is told. Are you a good girl?" Throughout all of this speech he looked her in the eye. Now he let his eyes rove over her body. Then he met her eyes again. She was nodding.

"Yes," she said weakly.

"Good," he said. "That's the right answer." He moved closer and teased the back of her hands with the whip. "We're going to start here, you and I. Do you understand what I mean when I say that you will offer up the part to be punished."

She wasn't sure, and she didn't know whether to say yes or no, so she kept quiet.

Suddenly the whip lashed the outside of her thigh catching a part of her butt. She screamed even as the red welt was forming. She crowded back against the man whose cock hardened with the lash and her panicked pressure. He began fucking her again.

"Answer me when I speak to you or there will be more, much more. Do you see how it excites me to hurt you?" He indicated his hard cock as he spoke.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Yes, what," he demanded.

"Yes, I see how it excites you."

"Do you understand what I mean about offering up the part to be punished."

Frightened she said, "No, not really."

"I'll show you," he said. "Your pussy is the first part to be punished so you must offer it to me. You do that by taking your hands away and spreading your legs. If I tell you to, you spread your pussy open for me with your hands. Am I clear?"

"Oh god," she choked as the realization of what was to come sank in brutally.

"Am I clear," he asked again. The conversational tone ever present. "Move your hands away."

Tentatively she did exposing the forest of red curls. The whip twitched. 

"Spread your legs." She did. "Wider." She spread them a bit more. "More." This time the whip hitting the floor emphasized the command. She spread widely. Her pussy opened revealing it's pink tunnel. She held the man behind her for balance. "Move those cute curls so I can see straight up inside." She parted her pubic hair leaving not a strand to conceal the entrance.

"Good," he said with finality. Then a second later, "Now show me your clit."

Her hesitation brought a lash to the other thigh. She held in the shriek and parted with both hands the covering to her clit. "That's right. Now hold it open. Just like that."

He raised the whip. Slowly he raised it and brought it back until he seemed perfectly poised to unleash a brutal blow to her clit. He lowered the whip without striking.

"Now," he said, "when I tell you what part will be punished, you will offer it like that. Keep holding yourself open just like that."

She bit her lip as she held herself open. Unable to bear the sight of the whip any longer she closed her eyes and waited. She waited cringing not knowing whether to want the blow to come to get it over with or not to come to put the pain off as long as possible.

A stinging blow across the bridge of her nose snapped her eyes open. "Don't ever close your eyes!" He spun around and repeated the admonition to Ken. Trembling from fear he nodded his assent with a violent snapping of his head.

She waited holding herself open to the whip. He measured the distance and the angle then delivered a stinging blow. She staggered under the pain but didn't release her hold on the cover of her clit. She bit her lip to avoid crying out. Blood dribbled down her chin.

The next blow followed quickly, but was wide of its mark hitting her inner thigh and the back of her hand. It stung, but nothing like the blow that had stuck her clit. She turned herself lose and waited again.

"That wasn't so bad, was it. Didn't want to hurt you so bad you wouldn't enjoy the boys. One on the tit and we're finished for this punishment," he said as if they, together had accomplished something.

As he spoke she glanced at Ken and was appalled to see that he had a hard on. On my god, she thought. He's getting excited watching this man torture me!

With an awful sinking feeling she said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Hold your tit out, of course. Which one will it be?" His voice was still jocular. This was a game to him.

She put her hand under her left breast. "Raise it right up there and pull it out. Give me a good target." His voice was still hardy. He was definitely playing a game. It was no game to her. 

Her breasts were not large. They had a conical shape standing proudly from her chest crowned by rosy nipples. Their fair, unblemished skin stood in contrast to the freckles which made her chest look as though someone has sprinkled it with rusty water.

She took hold of her breast and stretched it toward him. "Use both hands and really stretch it this way." She stretched it until it hurt. "OK, now turn to your right a bit." She did and the blow fell almost immediately. He hit directly on her nipple. She staggered again with the pain, but again he reassured her that it wasn't so bad, she'd still enjoy the boys.

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New Moon Ch. 03-04



Chapter 3

Erin gets a bed

He was right, the pain didn't last long. It was the memory of the lead-up to the blow that had really terrorized her. Had she thought about it, she might have realized that that had been his purpose.

"Now its your turn again," he said patting her on the shoulder. "I want you to have an energy drink so you can continue to be your vivacious self. Fucking ten guys two or three times can sap a girl's strength. And you need to have something left over for your boyfriend. Once you've rested and had a pick-me-up you will get to decide who will fuck you first. Sit here on my lap," he sat in a straight back chair as he spoke. He pulled her down to his naked lap. The rickety chair complained loudly when she added her weight to his. It complained more as he maneuvered her so that she sat with his hard cock pushed up between her legs.

"That's right," he said as one of the men handed him two bottles of energy drink. He took one for himself and gave her one. A bottle was passed to each of the men as well. Waiting for the next act, they stood or lounged around, their cocks generally drooping so that it was impossible to read the letters she had put on each. Their conversation was quiet and not directed toward the girl, nor did they spend much time looking at her.

The man with the whip took her breast and with his tongue ministered to the small welt across her nipple. True to his word the welt was minor and the pain was virtually gone. Though he sucked thoughtfully on her nipple, it did not respond, so great was her fear of what was to come. He seemed neither dismayed nor put off, but kept up the sucking. He added to it by forcing her legs apart and locating her clit to which he applied lotion he had had brought to him. 

Ten minutes passed and the energy drink was lifting them all. He nudged the girl from his lap saying, "Well, which is to be first?"

She hadn't been thinking about it. How could it matter, they would all have her one way or another. And didn't he say they had already chosen? "Don't tell me you don't have a decision. It's almost too soon for me to have the pleasure of hurting you again!" His voice was jovial and he swatted her butt.

"Oh, no," she said finally starting to learn to play along. "There's just so many to chose from."

"Well, have you made a choice," he said insistently.

"I have," she said with finality. The energy drink had given her confidence as well. "I want to have your cock inside me first." She took his cock in her hand. She tried to look at him as well. She wanted a warm, sexy smile to appear, but all she was able to muster was a tight, frightened smile.

"Ah," he said, "you aren't saving the best for last."

"Can you find something for me to lie on," she asked. "I'm afraid someone as big as you will break me into pieces if all I have to lie on is this hard floor." She stood close to him with her hands under his shirt. She dragged her nails lightly down his chest. When he didn't respond immediately, she took his hand and pressed his open palm against her thigh. She slowly moved it until it was firmly between her legs. Here she imprisoned it pushing it hard against her body and squeezing her legs together. 

"OK," he said, "we can't have you broken and smushed."

With one victory in place she tried for another. "Let's give Ken some energy drink. You want to watch me fuck him, don't you," she asked coyly. "I don't want him to be running on reserves. I want his cock to be big and hard. Let me have a bottle and I'll help him drink it."

Almost like magic a hand holding a bottle draped itself over her left shoulder. She felt the man brushing his naked hips against her butt. The hand was dirty. There was black grease under his nails. The wrist and forearm were tattooed.

Instead of letting her revulsion take charge she took the bottle and making no effort to move away slowly wriggled her butt against him. She felt his cock harden. His right hand came from behind encircling her. He made no further move so holding the bottle in one hand she used the other to carefully place his dirty hands on her breasts, one at a time. She leaned against him as he luxuriated in the feel of her nipples against the palms of his hands.

As he enjoyed her nakedness she said in a voice she hoped was seductive, "Who is going to make me a decent bed?" She then twisted shyly away from them and moved to help Ken with his energy drink.

"I need some help with this gag," she called over to the men helplessly. "I can't reach it." They had pulled Ken almost to his full height putting the knot of his gag out of her reach. She stood alongside him hands in the air to demonstrate her helplessness, and, hopefully, to give them the full view of her body as she stood with her legs well spread.

One of the men moved slowly over to where she stood, staring all the while at her. He stopped and fondled her breasts, ran his fingers through the forbidden curls, but when he began to insert a finger, she took hold of his hand. It was dirty with dirty nails like the others. She brought it to her mouth and touched it with her tongue, then slipped into her mouth. She sucked it for a moment, then, removing it, she said, "Would you please cut your finger nails so I can enjoy having your fingers inside me?"

Embarrassed, he looked at his nails. She took the hand and once more put it in her mouth. She smiled at him as she let it go. 

He untied Ken's gag, then began looking for something to make his nails acceptable to the pretty girl.

She helped Ken drink. "Do we have water here as well," she asked brightly. Water was forthcoming. It was actually bottled water which she shared with Ken. Many of those about to fuck this pretty girl took a bottle as well.

Slowly she was asserting some level of control over her captives. It might not save their lives, but it might make their last hours more comfortable. 

A bed of sorts had come together. It was made from jackets and coats and a few old chair cushions. A tarp lined the bottom. The jackets were opened so that someone lying on them would be lying on the fleece lining. It had been constructed near the only source of heat.

Erin walked over as though to inspect it. She walked slowly. She used each step to accent her beauty and nakedness. Wanting to be too beautiful to cast away after they used her, she crossed the dingy room with a gait that made her white hips sway and gave bounce to her full breasts. At the bed she leaned over it displaying the smooth conical lines of her breasts with their rosy nipples, and affording a heart stopping view of her pussy and her ass. 

She inspected the bed in a coquettish manner then turned to the men. "Thank you, gentlemen. This may not be heaven, but it sure beats that cold floor." She sat, then lay on it. She extended her arms and said, "I'm ready. Where's that first big boy?" She spread her legs widely as she bent her knees.

If she was going to have to do this, she wanted it as much on her terms as possible.

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Chapter 4

The whip was gone when he made his way to her. Standing over her, his cock hard, he was a different man. Or perhaps he had become only a man. His rough mocking of her; his declaration of wanting to hurt her was gone from his expression. He looked at the girl he was about to plunder with only lust in his mind. His cock bobbed as he looked at the pussy she had opened for him. Red curls framed it's entrance. He stared wantonly at the lovely shape of her breasts. "Take off that shirt," she said, breaking into his lustful thoughts, adding, "Please," when a flash of anger crossed his face.

He was not sure what to make of the change in roles, but looking at her beautiful, naked body, he took off his shirt and dropped it alongside the makeshift bed. He dropped to his knees. She took his cock and guided it inside. "Fill me," she whispered in his ear.

She wasn't wet making his thrusts painful. He didn't seem to notice and kept thrusting slowly as though savoring the feel of his cock inside her. Slow was better for her. Her lubrication began to wet her passage for his cock, though it was more in response to presence of his cock than from sexual excitement. 

Surprisingly even at this slow pace it was not long before she felt him stiffen and his cock swell just before he erupted. His cum provided lubricant and with this lubrication he became more ardent in his thrusting. A second climax, then he lay on top of her savoring the thrill of cuming in this beautiful woman. She whispered to him, "Thank you. Your cock feels really good inside me."

Urging from the others to relinquish his position had him leaving her pussy much too soon. Another took his place. As he knelt Erin whispered to him, "I don't care what I wrote on your cock, you can have me any way you want me." But as she said this she guided his cock into her pussy. He did not argue and began thrusting immediately. 

He finished and another took his place. Erin was no longer feeling them. She felt as if she were just an observer. As they lay atop her she noticed that though their hands were dirty, their bodies were generally clean. Their odor was that of sweat from a day's work rather that of men who seldom bathed. Tattoos were de rigor for arms and chests she noticed. For some the tattoos covered even backs and legs. The tattoos were of women and masculine totems and sayings. They were, she mused, not at all original. They were well-done, expensive perhaps, but ordinary.

In spite of these tattoos and the force they had used to get Ken and her to submit, the men seemed to be less violent and even less macho than they had earlier. They were polite even as they were forcing themselves on her. 

They had become considerate. Someone had located a bag of clean shop towels so she could clean herself. One of these towels was placed between her legs to absorb the cum which drained. Other jackets and items of comfort were added to the bed as they were located. She was given another bottle of water, then a bathroom break.

When one asked for use of her ass, she had only to request lubricant before they all went in search of the best they could find. A first aid box yielded an ointment which she was shown for her approval.

Others watched while she examined the ointment ostensibly for its lubricating qualities. She looked up at them giving her approval with a smile of gratefulness. To the man whose cock was about to invade her bowels she said, "No one's ever done this to me before, so be very careful." She lied. 

"Let me see how big your cock is," she asked him. She opened her mouth slightly and licked her lips. He knelt where she lay and showed it to her. She stroked it to its full dimensions. "Ooo," she cooed, "this is so big. Do you think it will hurt." She looked him in the eye while continuing to stroke. She stroked him harder as he sought to answer. She kissed it and whispered to it, "You be careful in there."

"I'll be very careful," he replied with great sincerity.

She rolled onto her stomach, then brought her knees up leaving her head on the seat cushion pillow. The vinyl creaked as she tried to find a comfortable place for her forehead. Her breasts hung forward her nipples grazing the seat cushion. Her hips moved enticingly as she ostensibly tried to find a soft place for her knees.

Dipping his finger in the ointment he began the lubrication. She allowed herself to concentrate on the sensuality of having his finger swirling around her ass as he carefully rubbed the ointment on and around her wrinkled opening. She tried to relax it. "Put some of that nice stuff inside as well," she directed him. She wriggled her hips as he worked. 

Like the rest, he had trimmed his finger nails so the finger that sought to open her did not have a nail which would cut or tear her. He slowly worked this finger inside. The others watched in silence stroking themselves as her hole was slowly opened and lubricated. They watched as she flexed the muscles of her pussy as he lubed and opened her small hole.

Finally, tired of waiting, she said softly, "OK big boy, but take it easy."

He rose onto his knees. He looked at the beautiful ass that was waiting patiently for his cock. He'd fantasized about fucking a beautiful girl in the ass and now it was going to happen. He guided his cock to her hole and began to push.

"Please be easy," she admonished him. She tried to relax. The cock was not large, but neither was her hole. She felt it opening as the head began its entrance. "OK, slow," she said.

He continued to push. The head continued to make progress. He kept up a constant pressure until it was finally inside. She felt no sexual thrill, only the pressure of his cock filling her. As he began to thrust he found he could hold back no longer. With rapid, deep thrusts he speedily achieved his long held desire to butt fuck a beautiful woman.

It hurt her. Finally, thankfully, with a gasp she felt him cum inside her. "Thank you, thank you," she said as breathlessly as she could manage. He kept fucking. She kept thanking him until finally he pulled out.

"Wow," he gasped, "that was great."

She got to her knees and pulled the towel so it caught the cum dribbling from her. "I need to clean up a bit." She got to her feet and headed to the bathroom where she was able to make use of warm water. She did not take long. She knew the night ahead would be lengthy. She agonized about wanting to get it over quickly and being afraid that when it ended, she and Ken would be killed.

"I'm next," greeted her when she returned. He stood naked at her bed. He was big, just plain big. He stood well over six feet. His combination of muscle and fat weighted a good three hundred pounds. She tried to smile.

"OK," was all she could muster.

"You said you'd suck me off." He proudly displayed a letter M on his shaft holding it for her to see. Then he leaned to her ear and said, "I've never had a blow job before."

She cocked her head to the side to take a look at what it was she would be putting in her mouth and saw a rather slender, but hard cock. Plainly lettered on it was an a A on one side on the other was an M. Its size had made her think this one could go in her ass without doing too much damage. He, however, searching for the blow job he had never had, had picked up the pen and put a letter M on the other side. He had covered her A when he displayed his cock to her.

There is certainly no sense in calling him on the lettering, she thought. Maybe I'll live longer if I give him what he wants and what no one has ever done for him before. She began to kneel.

"Could I feel your tits first," he whispered in her ear sounding a bit like a school boy. "Sure," she said in the same whispered voice, "if I can play with that big cock of yours."

"Oh, god," he muttered as he took hold of her breasts while she began stroking his cock. Clearly the feel of her breasts was more than he could handle. Erin kept hold of his cock while he enjoyed her breasts and gave him the best hand job she knew how. With long, slow strokes followed by shorter ones she plied her hands back and forth. She cupped and stroked his balls and lightly rubbed the head of his cock.

It was more than he had ever experienced before. He was unable to wait. At the end of a long stroke while her hand cupped the head of his cock he filled her hand with cum. Delighted she stroked and milked his cock until it stopped dripping.

He still had hold of her breasts. Disappointment showed in his face. She knew that only a blow job would satisfy his dream so she whispered, "Would it be OK if I sucked your cock even though you've cum already?" He nodded vigorously. He may have been drooling, she noted. She pulled him around so she could kneel on the "bed" then took him in her mouth. He was already so hot from having been masturbated and having spent so much time feeling her breasts that it took only minutes before he came. She let him cum in her mouth, though she did not swallow. She kept up the sucking and the stroking with her tongue for several minutes while she let the cum run down her chin. "Thank you, thank you," he said excitedly as he pulled from her mouth. "That was wonderful."

"If you get hard again, come back and I'll do you again, or you might want to try my pussy."

Voices around her applauded her performance. No elation filled her, she knew this meant there would more wanting to cum in her mouth.

As the last left another took his place almost literally elbowing the man out of his way. He held his cock out for Erin to take in her mouth. She shifted a bit to find more padding under her knees. He grew impatient so she took his cock in her hand. "Hang on a minute, big boy," she said. "I don't want to miss having that big cock in my mouth." This seemed to satisfy him. 

Realizing her problem, he moved a jacket under her knees and once again presented his cock to her mouth. It stretched her mouth. She found that she was just able to accommodate it, though her jaws ached. As soon as he was able to get it inside her mouth he began to fuck her face. She struggled to maintain her balance as he thrust his cock to her throat, pulled it back, and thrust again. She pulled away. She held his balls stroking them. She used her tongue to excite his tip, then looked up at him. "I won't be any good to you dead, big boy. Please go slow so that big cock of yours doesn't suffocate me."

She licked his balls while she used her nail lightly on the tip of his cock. Using her tongue she excited him licking from his balls to the tip of his cock with long strokes. "Be easy," she asked, "my mouth just isn't big enough for that big cock of yours."

"I'll find some other way," he said churlishly.

"Sure, OK." Erin didn't know what that meant, but it seemed better than being suffocated.

"Lay back," he commanded.

She lay on her back and spread her legs. She figured her pussy could handle that cock a lot better than her mouth. He knelt and and without preamble rammed his cock inside. She let out a loud, startled cry. 

"Ivan," he called.

The man with the whip came over and looked down at them. "What's wrong," he asked. The whip moved like a snake in his hand.

"She wouldn't give me a blow job and now she complaining about just fucking me," he complained.

"Get up, Erin," his face had clouded. His grip had tightened on the whip.

"No, no, that's not it," she pleaded.

"Shut up."

"Please just listen to me. Please don't hit me," her pleading was non stop as she saw her control over the situation return to the terror she had felt initially.

"Shut up," his face was beet red. She quieted. There was no saving her from the punishment.

She trembled as she looked at him, waiting.

"How many lashes," he demanded.

"One," her voice was small and pleading. She was practically doubled over in fear of the lash. Her hands and arms covered her most vulnerable places.

"That's not enough."

"Oh, god, I can't stand many. Please, just one."

"Not enough I said and neither is two. Give me a number or I'll make it twenty-five."

She grew lightheaded at the thought of so many. "Would five be enough," she asked pleadingly dreading the thought of so many.

"Five. Where?"

"Oh, god," she trembled remembering the earlier blows. She had been alternating between looking into his face and watching the whip as its tip danced on the floor. Now she noticed that his cock was hard again. Her whipping was going to be his sexual excitement.

"Pussy or tits?"

"Could you hit me on my butt?"

"Turn around, bend over, and spread your legs." She turned around to offer her butt to him for punishment. As she did she came to face Ken. Looking at him she saw he was hard. He was excited by the punishment she was about to receive. He getting off watching her. Now he was hard at the thought of her being whipped. The puddle of cum at his feet showed he had cum while he watched her being fucked.




New Moon Ch. 03-04



"Put his cock in your mouth and hold onto his balls. This is your punishment for not telling me if you want your tits or your pussy punished. I'm going to whip your ass until his cum runs down your chin. Then I'm going to ask you again about which you want punished, your tits or your ass."

She took his cock in her mouth and began furiously sucking and licking. The first blow fell. She jumped and twisted. She cried out. Ken cried out, "Watch what you're doing!"

She had raked her teeth across his cock. "Don't let it out of your mouth," Ivan exhorted her. "Make him cum."

Trembling she sucked as the blows fell on her butt, then on her back. Ken began to fuck her face then suddenly spurted into her mouth. The cum ran from her mouth onto the dirty floor. The beating stopped. She looked up at Ken. "You really liked seeing me whipped. You really liked my being whipped while I sucked you off. God damn you, you son of a bitch. You even got off watching me get fucked. God damn you."

Her back and butt stung, but she suddenly realized he hadn't been whipping her as hard as he might have. That was some minor solace.

The man with the whip looked at her, "Tits or pussy?"

"Just do one on each tit and one on her pussy," said the man who had been wronged earlier. Then I'll fuck her pussy.

"Hold your tit out," Ivan said.

Without hope she put both hands under her left breast. She held it out stretching it to a point. Her rosy nipple at the point of her white breast. 

She realized that she was now directly in Ken's line of sight. He had a perfect view of how she held her breast out for the punishment. He stared. There was spittle on his mouth. And he was hard again.

"Go work on her nipple a bit. See if you can get it to stand out more," Ivan told the wronged man. The big man took hold of her left nipple in his teeth, he sucked on it, pinched it, squeezed it, and pulled it. It expanded a bit, but not as much as Ivan wanted.

"That will have to do," he said but before the last syllable was out the blow had hit. Erin didn't move as she tried to rise above the pain. She stood motionless holding her breast out as though showing it to everyone while she waited for the stinging to subside.

Ken's cock bobbed.

"Let's do the other one," Ivan said moving to the other side thus allowing Erin to remain facing Ken.

She gripped her right breast first with one hand then added the other pulling the breast outward reaching it toward Ken. Her rosy nipple pointed at him. His cock dripped as he watched, as he stared riveted to the sight of the beautiful breast about to be lashed. 

Ivan teased the nipple with the end of the whip. Then came the blow. Erin forced herself to watch Ken's cock as the blow fell. She saw it harden as the shock of the stinging blow filled her brain with pain. She saw it come close to a climax as the whip lashed at her nipple. Again she held the breast until the sting began to subside. Ken stared as her nipple swelled.

She knew there was one more. So did Ken. She feared this pain more than the pain in her breasts. She hated that Ken would see her receive the blow. She hoped she would withstand it without letting him see her pain.

They pushed her against a table which had been moved in front of Ken. They bent her over backwards so her pussy was at the edge of the table. Her legs dangled loosely, not reaching the ground. She turned her head to watch Ken's cock. Then, taking a deep breath, she reached down to her pussy. Her fingers touched her pussy, but would not part it. The men stared silently. 

Slowly she was able force her hands into motion. With two fingers on either side she slowly spread the curls apart. Another deep breath, and she was able to force her fingers to part the hood over her clit. The blow was quick. The pain intense. Ken shot a load of cum as far as the table on which she lay. Another spurt fell short of the table. He was still hard.

"Whip her tits again," begged Ken. "Whip her pussy." He was crazy with perverted lust. More, he wanted, more. He wanted to watch his girl friend's breasts lashed, to watch her hold her breasts in position for punishment. He longed to see her hold her pussy open for the lash. His cock bounced and dripped as he hopped from one foot to the other.

"Stand up," Ivan said to Erin quietly as she looked menacingly at Ken.

Amazingly Ken was still hard, not as hard as he had been, but he was clearly loving this.

Ivan handed Erin the whip. "Bend over. Just a little," he said in her ear. He inserted a finger and began to rub her clit while he finger fucked her. "Beat his cock and balls until you cum," he told her. "Make him pay."

With all the fury pent up inside her she raised the whip and took aim at Ken's bobbing, dripping cock. She wanted to hit it so hard it would be sliced in two, severed from his body. She wanted to beat his balls to a pulp until they fell from his body and lay at his feet.

She stayed that first blow as she began to actually feel the finger inside her. She had had no feeling for what she had done for the others. But now for the first time tonight she began to be aroused as Ivan worked her pussy. His warm finger sliding in and out, another finger circling lightly on her clit had an effect she hadn't anticipated when being forced into this building. The resulting arousal relaxed her and let her focus on pleasure rather than hate. Letting herself succumb to the pleasure, the hate drained from her psyche. It made her feel that what she wanted to do to Ken was well in excess of any reasonable punishment. This humiliating and dangerous situation had brought out his darker side. She had paid a price for it, but not the price Ken thought. The man now gently finger fucking her had pulled his punches with each blow he landed. Though stung, she had not been really injured. Had it all been a show for Ken and the men watching?

She stood and pulled the fingers from her body and brought them to her mouth. She sucked each carefully, then said, "Ivan, if I start, I'll kill him. Let's just leave him be."

She turned her back on Ken. "I think I owe a few more of these gentlemen a good fuck, then just let me go home."

She made her way through the men and lay on the bed. Putting her head on the cushion that served as her pillow, she reached her arms high, brought up her knees, spread her legs, and said, "Who's next." She smiled when one came to her and knelt between her legs. Carefully she guided his cock into her warm pussy.

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New Moon Ch. 05-06



Chapter 5

Erin is forced to give Ken a blow job

She hurt. It was hard to keep up a pleasant demeanor when she hurt. Her back and butt still stung from the whipping. The blow jobs had stretched her mouth. No matter how much she rinsed in the bathroom, her mouth tasted bad. Her ass hurt. Even the smallest of the cocks which had entered had stretched her painfully. The first intrusions had been the worst. Now, even though each was able to enter more easily than the last, the pain of the earlier cocks battering their way inside remained with her accented by each new entrant as it was pushed along her abraded entrance.

Her pussy with its past experiences was the most able to handle this ordeal. While many of the men wanted to feel her mouth on their cocks and cum deep down her throat, only a relative few wanted to immerse their cocks through that tight wrinkled opening. She tried to keep it clean, but cum from their eruptions deep in her bowels continued to ooze.

Their excitement at having this beautiful, feisty redhead spread her legs for them had fully energized them. She was the girl of their dreams and they pounded her in wish fulfillment.

She hurt and she was tired. The night had passed into day. The day had moved past breakfast to lunch and beyond. The light showing through a small window was waning. Food. At least someone had found a way to provide sandwiches and beer.

How long, she thought would they want to use her. What would they do with Ken and her when their satisfied, exhausted cocks hung limp. What they had done could undoubtedly earn them a life sentence, life without parole. They couldn't afford to leave either Ken or her alive to tell the story. She wondered what they had done with the others. Had they tortured and killed them?

As she continued to fuck each man that presented himself at her bedside she was also trying to make their last hours as painless as possible. How would they be killed. The thought settled over her like a cold, wet shroud. It threatened to smother her as she struggled to keep a semblance of humor and sexual excitement as cocks that were rock hard last night were now just trying for one last fuck before they gave out completely.

As long as there was one more cock eager to feel the warmth of her body they would be kept alive. She dreaded the thought of her final minutes after the last of them said he'd had enough. She tried unsuccessfully to ward off visions of their deaths. She hoped they would take her first so she wouldn't have to witness Ken's death. Would they torture them? Would these men want Ken and her last minutes filled with fear and pain. Ivan had spoken repeatedly about his passion for inflicting pain, especially on women. Would he whip her until she died from the lashes? Would they use her in some hideous way watching as they let her suffer through her final hour?

Laughter from the rear of the room caused her to look in it's direction. The small circle around where she lay parted. A man emerged who was no doubt responsible for the humorous explosion. He wore a strap on and wriggled his hips in all directions making it bounce and sway. Erin forced herself to laugh while her stomach roiled.

Now that their cocks were no longer able to perform she was to be tortured with a plastic cock. She knew they'd shove it in her every hole. That was how she was to leave this earth, blood loss from tearing at every entrance. 

She looked at him trying to maintain her smile, but she could feel it fading despite her efforts. It finally, and suddenly gave way to hopeless, wracking sobbing. How could she take more? Realization of her helplessness increased her sobbing. Would there be no end?

Her sobs, and especially the depth of depression they demonstrated brought the laughter to an end. As those immediately around her crude bed ceased laughing, those further back leaned in to see what had caused the raucous humor to morph into utter silence.

Ivan, the man with the whip, parted the circle and knelt beside her. The whip was not in sight. He stroked her forehead as a father might. "What's wrong, honey," he said solicitously. She could not answer through her sobbing. He continued stroking her quietly as she sobbed. He stroked her damp hair and forehead. Even in his new found role as provider of succor, though his hands wandered to her face and further to her breasts and even her sticky pussy. His fingers found her clit. Here she moved his fingers away. It hurt so much she hoped he would just leave it alone.

She let him touch the remainder of her body as she began to regain control of her emotions. "What's wrong," he had asked over and over. How could she tell this dunce that she had been used in every hole over and over. That she had certainly never requested that ten cocks force themselves into her body spewing their cum in her depths as they penetrated her. What was wrong with this dumb ass.

Finally she murmured, "That thing, please don't stick it in me."

He chuckled. Fuck you, she thought, see if you laugh if I stick it in your butt. She said nothing as his chuckle swept through those in hearing range. "It's not for you. We just want to have some fun with your boyfriend."

Butt fucking Ken may be your idea of fun, but I'll bet its not Ken's idea of fun, she thought ruefully, but tried to create a smile.

She had no idea what to think or say so she put on a puzzled look. "You'll see," he said. Others nodded smiling.

"Get up," he said at last. "Ken needs you."

Curiosity and strong arms pulled her to her feet. They steered to where Ken lay. He was in the center of the room near where he had been chained. He had been fastened to the little table face down. His head and chest lay on the table itself while his feet rested on the broken, dirty tile floor. His face was turned away from her.

"Ken," she said tentatively, "are you OK?"

"I don't know," he responded in a clearly not OK voice. "What are they going to do to me?"

"I don't know," Erin said looking back at Ivan. She knew, of course, but how could she tell Ken.

Ivan said, his hardy, jovial manner having returned, "We're just going to let Erin get you off one last time. Then we'll send you on your way."

Yeah, sure, Erin thought.

"What are you going to do," Ken asked, clearly frightened. The position they had fixed his body in was not one Erin had ever used to get him off. "Was this Erin's idea?" If Erin thought this up, it could well be in retribution for his getting off watching her tits whipped, he worried.

"Just be quiet," Ivan responded mildly as he placed Erin's hand on Ken's butt moving it a bit showing her what to do. She continued the stroking as Ivan said, "You're going to get butt fucked. Ever been butt fucked," he laughed as he asked. "It can be uncomfortable at first, but you aren't allowed to scream. You've got to take it like a 'man'," He chuckled at his crass humor. "If you choose not to be quiet while your getting butt fucked, I'm going to whip your butt until it runs blood then gag you with dirty underwear." That was sufficient to quiet Ken.

Erin continued stroking his butt not having been told to stop. The tensing of his butt muscles as she ran her hands and nails across it made her believe he was getting hard. A surreptitious glance confirmed her suspicion.

Someone handed Erin the jar of ointment they had been using to lubricate her butt. "He'll need that," Ivan commented with a grim smile. "Lube him up."

Erin took the lube. "Ken," she said, "they're going to use a dildo on your butt. I'm going to put some lube on so it goes in easier." He tensed as he recoiled from the thought even as he grunted his understanding of what was to happen. 

As she spread his cheeks in preparation for the ointment, Ivan moved her from standing alongside him to having her stand behind forcing his legs wide apart. She knew a lot of lube would be needed and consigned herself to doing the best lube job ever. Maybe it wouldn't hurt him so much.

"Ken," she said again softly, "it won't hurt so much if you can relax." Sure, she thought, just try and relax when they start to shove that monster dildo up your ass.

As she applied the first of the ointment to his tightly shut entrance, she could see his cock continue to harden. As she lubed him it lengthened and swelled. As a sign of understanding and comfort she stroked his balls and cock lightly with her slippery palms. His cock responded. He moaned softly.

Those soft moans wouldn't continue, she thought. In a minute he'll be in a world of pain.

She applied several last large gobs of ointment to the inside sliding her fingers deep to make the dildo's passage as smooth as possible.

"That should do it," Ivan said removing her hand from Ken's butt. "Kneel down and suck his dick." Surprised, she wondered if sucking could get Ken to come while he had a monster cock deep inside. She'd given him blow jobs before, but never in a situation anything like this.

It was an awkward position, but Erin found a way to get Ken in her mouth yet give the man with the strap on the access he needed. Make it quick, she decided. Her aching muscles wouldn't allow her much time in this position.

Without further comment the man with the strap on appeared and with no preamble slammed the dildo into Ken. Ken jumped pulling his cock from Erin's mouth. She grabbed it and roughly guided it past her teeth.

It may have really hurt on it's way in, but once in it worked magic on his prostate. Between the dildo and Erin's soft mouth, Ken soon was gasping and panting as his cum filled Erin. She let it run out while keeping his cock in her mouth. Her cramped muscles hurt. She wanted Ivan to say it was over.

That declaration was not forthcoming, however, and as the pounding continued she felt Ken harden and swell in her mouth. Again she put forth effort to suck his juices from his cock. Success was a long time coming, but eventually she as she tongued the slit in his cock his cum gushed over her tongue into her mouth.

Ivan must have noted the climax. "Want to go one more time, Kenny boy," Ivan called out hardily. 

"Can't," was all Ken got out.

"OK, honey, that's it," Ivan said bringing his head close to Erin.

Chapter 6

She turned loose Ken's cock and spit several times to try to clear her mouth. She stood now stretching her cramped muscles and moved slowly toward the bathroom. On the way she grabbed a handful of the shop towels.

Once in the bathroom she let the water run warm using the warm water to rinse her mouth. They never let her close the bathroom door so nothing she did to cleanse herself was private. The closest she got to private was that they generally did not actually watch her. They were just there.

"Could I have a beer," she asked speaking into the mirror, but knowing she could be heard.

"Sure," came a voice.

She wiped her face. The little make up she had put on to lure Ken into her bedroom was long gone. Her freckles were more prominent, but, though her exhaustion showed, she was still pretty. She could see that. She used her fingers to straighten her long red hair and encourage the errant strands into position.

She sat to pee. No sooner had she begun to relieve herself than a man appeared with her beer. From her seat she looked up and said thanks. Then before taking a gulp of the cold beer she asked, "would you run warm water and wet one of those towels for me?"

"Sure," he responded. He was staring at her seated, her back straight, utterly naked and beautiful. He made no move.

"Why don't you get me that warm cloth," she said smiling. "Then you can rub it on my pussy and suck my tits if you'd like."

His eyes said, 'absolutely'. He returned from the sink quickly with the warm towel. She spread her legs slightly as he moved the towel toward her pussy. He moved hesitantly as if he were asking permission. She smiled again and spread her legs further, clear permission granted. The towel touched her. She leaned back and let the warmth of the towel help relax and heal her.

As he pressed the towel against her, he offered his mouth to hers. She took it suppressing the revulsion in her stomach. She opened her mouth slightly and sought his tongue. He groaned. He was not cleaver about kissing, but wanted to experience the feel of her mouth as long as she would endure it.

Finally she broke the kiss pleading lack of air, he nodded and began to lightly pinch her nipples, pinching one while sucking the other.

The towel cooled.

"Move the towel so I can pee." She tried to say it with humor. He stood back but watched as she finished. She took the towel back and used it to wipe herself, stood, and flushed the toilet. The situation seemed to disorient the nude man attending her. He looked embarrassed as he realized that he had been watching everything she did. He'd never watched a girl pee or wipe herself. He'd looked in the toilet after she stood. He grew lightheaded with embarrassment. She noted it and sought to resume some control.

With an expression she hoped was neither hard, nor submissive she stared at his cock. It had drooped. She stared at it. She raised her eyebrows. She wanted him to be confused about what she was seeing in his flaccid cock. In turn, she knew he was staring at her nakedness storing the vision for many years of masturbation.

Looking up she said, "How about getting me another beer and helping me clean up some more?" She stepped even closer to him in the small bathroom.

"I think she likes you," came a voice from outside the bathroom door. 

He nodded and left to retrieve another beer. The same voice said, "You want me to help?"

"Can you wait until he has his turn," she replied forcing a smile.

He had stepped into the small bathroom reaching immediately for her breasts. "That a promise," he said underscoring her commitment while memorizing the erotic feel of her body with his hands.

"Sure," she smiled as she said it. She stood quietly, beer in hand while his hands continued to memorize her.

When the second beer was in her hand, the man asked what she wanted him to do for her. "Would you please," here she took firm hold of his cock squeezing it, "take a warm towel and do my backside."

A bit taken back, but pleased to be asked to provide any service for her, he nodded. She didn't see him nod. She had already turned around and was leaning, hands on the wall offering him the opportunity to perform his service. The warm towel felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful as he cleaned her sore butt.

The service provider cleaned, rinsed, and warmed the towel again. He repeated his service several times. While he cleaned, he inserted a finger in her pussy. "Just don't touch my clit. It's really sore," she instructed him.

He stopped and moved close. He slid his cock inside her. She didn't know how to respond. "I can't cum again. I just wanted to feel it inside you one more time." She said nothing as he moved slowly inside her. When he pulled out, he asked what else she needed.

She turned and pulled him close, kissed him, and said, "You did great." She broke the clinch. "Go on now," she said sweetly. "There are others that want one last . . . whatever."

"Sure," he said and left.

The second entered quickly taking her in the same clinch, his mouth asking for the same kiss. She did what she could force out and let him paw and pinch her. Seeing he was hard she said, "Do you want to put it back inside me." The excitement in his eyes and brief nod was enough. She turned around placing her hands on the wall. He immediately slid into her. 

Like the first, he had had enough and pulled out a minute or so later vaguely upset. "That's OK, honey," she said stroking his face. She ran her nails down his chest then grasped his cock. "You've been great all night." She bent and kissed it.

"Now," she said, "would you go and ask Ivan if I can put my clothes on?"

Surprisingly he left and returned very shortly holding all her clothes with Ivan trailing. "Get dressed," he said pulling her from the confines of the bathroom. The men gathered around and watched as Ivan handed her her panties. They watched while she pulled them on.

He handed her her bra. In another attempt to gain some control and hope, she held her breasts supporting them underneath with her open palms and said brightly, "They're going to go away, anyone want one last feel or suck?"

The last minute enthusiasm of the naked men didn't surprise her. She stoically stood while they felt her breasts and sucked her nipples. Finally she said, "OK, that's enough." To her amazement they stopped and moved away to give her room. She donned her bra, then finished dressing.

The men had drifted away and were dressing as well. Ivan dressed, but stayed close to Erin. Shortly Ken appeared. He, too, was dressed. The three stood as the other men gathered around them. This is it, she thought, her heart beating rapidly. They going to kill us. I wonder how they'll do it. Make it swift and painless, she pleaded to herself.

Ivan spoke. "We really hadn't thought this whole episode through when we kidnapped you two. In fact we've never done anything like this before. It just sort of happened when we saw the two of you alone on the train. But after we got into it, we realized that we had no choice but to kill you when we were through." Ken dropped in a heap. Erin staggered. This was it. They would be dead soon. The roar in her ears almost prevented her from hearing him as he continued.

As Ken lay on the floor slowly coming around, Ivan said, "None of us are killers, but no one here wants to go to jail for the rest of his life because we had some fun with a pretty girl. I know," he added hurriedly, "that this wasn't your idea of fun, but that's how we saw it." Erin just stared at him, shaking.

"How are you going to do it," she asked her voice stoic, but with tears streaming down her face. She hadn't wanted to ask. She had made up her mind that she didn't want to know, but it slipped out unbidden.

Ivan looked surprised. "Oh," he said placing a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, my god, we're not going to kill you."

"You're not," Erin almost kissed him in her relief. She swayed. Strong hands supported her. 

"No," he said struggling to regain the initiative in his planned speech. "What we've done is to collect a few dollars," at this point someone reached from the circle with a handful of bills. "This is money we withdrew from our accounts at ATM's near here. We hoped that you'd take it," here he paused and interjected again, "not that we want you to think that we consider you a prostitute, you understand." He looked earnestly at her. She stared back blankly. That was a shit load of money. She knew that ATM's only dispensed 20's and he now had two hands full.

In her peripheral vision she saw that there was even more in other hands. "We can get more tomorrow, but this was all the machines would dispense on one day."

She knew that to be true as well. Where was this going.

"I haven't counted it, but if you say it's OK with you and you won't press charges, it's all yours." He was offering it to her now. Others were doing the same. All looked at her expectantly.

"You're offering me, Ken and me," she corrected, our lives in exchange for taking this money and not reporting you?"

"Yeah, and we're even hoping, betting you might say, that you'll not take the money and then report us."

She looked at the money without taking it. It was enthusiastically thrust toward her. Ken was sitting on the floor, ignored. "How much is there?"

"We'll get you more." The promise came in a different phrases from different voices.

"Someone count it." She couldn't trust her hands to hold or count it.

Minutes later it had been determined that it was about $3,000. Another $3,000 would come shortly as the 24 hour waiting period expired.




New Moon Ch. 05-06



She was still nonplussed. $6,000 for what they had been through. Was it enough? Should she take it and run? Would they kill them if she asked for more?

She began to cry. "You guys have kidnapped me, stripped me, whipped me, used my body any way you wanted. Now you ask me if $6,000 is enough payment?" She sobbed and leaned against the arms holding her up.

"We don't have much," a quiet voice near her said.

A voice asked the others, "Could we make it $10,000?" There was general agreement.

Ken stared up at Erin curiously. $10,000 was not bad for a night's work, but would Erin go for it. She was the one, after all, that had borne the brunt of the assaults.

Minutes passed as Erin tried to clear the confusion from her brain. The room was still.

"How will we get home?" 

"There will be a train leaving here shortly," someone offered hopefully.

Erin's eyes flashed. "Oh . . . ," the realization came on them. "A cab?"

"How will we get the rest of the money?"

Now they were puzzled. It would require getting cash from their accounts and cash advances on their credit cards.

She felt full control within her reach. She bent down and jerked Ken to his feet. He stood staring at her. She took the money from Ivan and thrust it into his hands.

"Give me your drivers' licenses." She reached toward Ivan demanding he comply. With a look of consternation mixed with fear, he reached for his wallet. Seeing him comply, the others passed along their licenses as well. There was nothing they could have done which would have put them more at her mercy.

She took the plastic cards with their names, addresses, and photos as they were handed to her. "You get them back when I get the money." She looked each man in the eye. None returned her look. "Please call us a cab," she said having softened her voice some. Now, she thought was not the time to piss them off to the point where they might reconsider their decision. They were still surrounded by ten strong men.

The cab ride home was unremarkable. The cash was tucked away in her apartment. She did not offer any to Ken.

The following day after having soaked in a hot tub, she asked a nurse friend to confirm that she was OK. The friend asked no awkward questions as she looked her over. The small welts she treated. With shared embarrassment she examined her friend in her very intimate places and treated a few areas which seemed to need treatment.

Softly she said, "You might consider a different boyfriend." Erin did not respond.

Days later when she was sufficiently healed, she had a physical. It showed that physically she had no ill effects from her ordeal. She had come out physically unscathed, though she would have to deal with the memories for ever.

Every now and then after the final payment had been made, she reviewed the stack of photo copies of the driver's licenses. She made it a habit to track their owners using the web and its plethora of tracking aids.

Ken called occasionally, but they were no longer an item. Nowadays she found herself hanging out with members of a local rugby team. Fifteen fierce and formidable men who lived a life of loyalty and sharing. Loyalty and sharing that extended to wives and girl friends. Formidable, loyal, and sharing, as well as gentle lovers. She felt safe.

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