0 comments/ 286330 views/ 11 favorites New Mom By: Blake I loved my Mom. I mean, I really loved my Mom. Since a couple of months after my Father passed away, I have been the man of the family. I could see the frustration and tension in her face as she worked tirelessly to ease the pain of her loss. One night, I saw her crying and went to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began rubbing her shoulders and neck. She turned around, placed her hands on mine and lowered them to her breasts. The look of amazement and shock must have surprised her. She moved forward and moved her left arm around my neck as she used her right arm to reach down and grab at my growing groin. As she held my neck in her hand, she pulled my face to hers and buried her tongue in my mouth. That was how it all began. Now she is gone also. I reach down into her casket and stroke her face. Her face is cold and unresponsive. Her desires are at rest now. My hand touches her lips. The lips that I once kissed are like stone. My hand wanders lower and I brush her right nipple. No movements, no catching of her breath. My hand lowers to her pubic mound. I fondle her through her death garment. These lips are unresponsive also. A tear breaks through and falls down my cheek. "What are you doing?" I hear behind me as I am jerked back to reality. Turning around, Aunt Jane is standing in the door. Her hands are on her hips as she stares at me, almost through me. "I...I was just remembering Mom." I stammered unsure of what to say or expect. Embarrassed, I walk past her and out of the funeral home. I get in my car and breathe a big sigh, both at what I just experienced and the end of my loving relationship with Mom. I get home and collapse in the recliner. Family is all around talking about anything that they can think of and anything they can get someone to listen to. It all seems so distant as I fall back into my memories of Mom. If she were here right now, we would sneak off into the back bedroom and..... "Well, I see you made it back alright." Aunt Jane says as she enters the room returning from the funeral home. "Yeah, I made it back but I don't think I'm going to be alright." I told her matter of factly. I didn't know how much she saw when I was touching Mom and, if she did, whom would she tell. "Come here." she said holding out her hands as if she wanted to hug me. I got up and went to her. I reached out my arms also. We locked into a hug that felt good. Right now I needed a woman's touch. I needed to feel warmth. In her arms I found the comfort that I knew from Mom. I was amazed that Aunt Jane could permeate this same warmth, as she did not have children. She was eight years younger than Mom and got caught up in building a career for herself. I knew that she and Mom talked and visited often which I didn't mind because she was a very attractive woman. "Don't worry baby. I can be your Mom now." she whispered in my ear. Unsure of what that meant, I flinched a little but she tightened her grasp on me a little as if to assure me that she would not let me go. I grabbed her a little tighter also while I realized the sensations of her voluptuous body so close to mine. Aunt Jane's breasts were pressing into my chest and her arms were around my shoulders rubbing my back. I moved my hand up her back and felt her bra clasps. I moved my hand down to her waist and felt the curves of her womanly figure. My manhood began to swell in my pants as a result of this closeness. Aunt Jane felt the throbbing in my pants press against her. She reached down and placed a hand at the small of my back. Pulling me even closer, my tool ground into her pelvis. "Don't worry baby,. I can be your Mom now." she repeated almost silently in my ear. "I, um, I don't understand" I stammered. "She told me all about your relationship. In fact, I encouraged her to enjoy herself given the fact that she had such a fine young man at her disposal. She loved you." she reassured me. Instinctively, I reached for her ass to pull her pelvis onto my now massive tool. "You go to your room and wait for me. I'll excuse myself to the bathroom so nobody will be suspicious and come see you." she ordered. Releasing her, I went straight to my room. Closing the door, I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. Now naked and an eight inch cock at full attention and in need of relief, I jump into the bed and pull the covers up to my waist. My cock makes a tent in the covers as I anticipate her return. She enters the rooms and silently locks the door behind her. Stepping closer to the bed, she unbuttons her blouse and lets if fall to the carpet. Her 38D breasts are bulging out of her bra as she reaches behind her to release them. Now exposed, her nipples are erect and begging for my lips. She reaches to unzip her skirt and steps out of it as it falls beside the blouse. Her panties are beautiful lace and I can see they are wet in the crotch. She steps close to the bed and I reach up to remove her panties. Sliding down her legs, I catch the scent of her womanhood. My cock lurches under the covers at the prospect of sharing itself with this beautiful specimen of a woman. I drop her panties beside the bed and pull the covers back in invitation. She slides into the bed and into my arms. I reach for her warm body and pull her close. I turn my head and kiss her. Our tongues dance together in a lustful rhythm. My hand probes her breasts as I feel her nipples standing from desire. Her body begins to move in response to my fingers circling her nipples. I pinch one and she flinches, kissing me harder and deeper. Our mouths have become one as I slide my hand down her abdomen towards her pubic mound. My fingers probe her outer lips as I feel her wetness. I tease her with my fingertips barely intruding into her love canal. She is feverishly kissing me as I begin to insert a finger in her wet cunt. "Oh yes." she moans as her body trembles in response to my probing finger. Her wetness swells in anticipation and excitement. I feel her hand move down and grab at my swollen cock. She begins a slow up and down movement as I move my hips in time with her tempestuous strokes. My cock is loving the attention but I want more. I throw the covers back and reverse directions. Lying on my back, she moves on top of me as swallows my cock. Her pussy is open and inviting as I lap at it like a starving dog. Her aroma engulfs my senses as I tongue fuck her to her sucking rhythm. I use my hands to knead her ass as I feel her body shake with orgasm. "Yes baby....." she purrs before she continues sucking my red hot dick. My face is wet from her juices as I begin again on her swollen pussy. Her clit is hard as my tongue dances around it. Her body shakes again and I can feel my seed rising inside of me. I roll her off of me and reverse directions again. This time, I grab her ankles and raise her legs as high as I can get them as I aim my dick at her aching cunt. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before." I announce as I drive my cock past her swollen pussy lips. Her hips rise up to meet my thrust, which makes my cock hide deep within her. "Oh Shit!" she squeals. "That dick feels so good." she reassures me as I pump her cunt. Each thrust is harder than the first as I see her tits dancing with the force of my pumping. Her eyes roll back as I see her grit her teeth. I pump harder and harder. My balls are banging into her asshole. She wraps her legs around my neck allowing me to grab her tits with my sweaty hands. I roll her nipples between my fingertips and pump even harder. Her body begins to quiver in another orgasm as I explode inside of her. "Uhnn....." I moan at my sweet release. "That's my baby." she coos as she is engulfed with ecstasy. Her face is aglow as I drain my fluid inside of her. I collapse beside her as we hold each other in a sweaty embrace. Minutes later, she gets up from the bed. "I've got to go clean up. You go on to sleep now. I'll come check on you tomorrow baby." she whispers as she kisses me on my cheek. "O.K. Mom" I reply as I drift off to sleep. New Monk Arrives As abbot of a monastery I sometimes need to add new monks to the fold. Our previous prior was replaced by my male lover Matthew. Matthew was our computer guru and I needed another monk to fill a position. Coming to a monastery isn't like in the old days. I need people who can serve a purpose and have modern days skills in a field. I spoke to Matthew and he asked who I was going to bring in. "I have a candidate who has a financial degree. I am going to talk to him first," I said. "Are you looking for someone who enjoys man sex?" Matthew asked me. "Don't get jealous," I told him. "I would prefer an assistant who likes men." Matthew just smiled. Nothing was going to disrupt our love for each other. Another gay man might just spice things up, I thought. The candidate arrived a few days later. At first sight I was excited. He was thin with dark brown curly hair. I had visions of what might happen with him. "I see you have a degree in finance," I said. "Yes I just graduated from college, but I want to pursue a spiritual life as well," he told me. I said we needed a man with his skill set. The monastery doesn't run smoothly unless we have monks who can do multiple tasks here. I asked him if he could get along with a group of other men twenty four hours a day. I was actually probing to see if he might have a preference for men. "Yes, I can get along and obey whatever rules and orders you might have." This was looking good to me. I said we wanted him here with us and for him to make arrangements to move in with the monks. I told Matthew I found my man and it looked like he might be gay as well. Matthew just smiled and told me to break him in easy. I had every intention of doing just that. Our new monk, Thomas arrived back some days later and I put him to work. We needed to get our finances in better order. I had other ideas as well. I told Thomas to show up at my room the following morning. We rise early and Thomas was at my door around four am. He knocked and I told him to enter. I had just showered and was shaving at the moment. I had a towel wrapped around my midsection. I think Thomas' eye went wide when he saw me. I guess he wasn't prepared for a naked abbot. "I am just finishing, help me get my robes on," I told him. My robe was on a hanger and I had Thomas reach for it. He brought it over to me. He must have thought he was just going to hand it off to me. That wasn't what I had in mind. I turned around and pulled my towel away. I was exposed and totally naked in front of my new monk. I caught the expression on Thomas' face. Actually, he was looking directly at my cock. I am well hung, maybe nine inches in length. I wanted him to know what he was getting involved with. I lifted my arms up and I had Thomas slide my robe over me. I normally wear briefs, but for today I wanted to be exposed to Thomas. We were standing so close as Thomas helped me dress. I think he might have been more than a little excited. I thought I would break the ice. "You have seen a naked man before, haven't you Thomas?" "Yes but..." he said. "But what?" I asked him. "Well, I never saw a cock quite that big before." "Do you like what you see?" I asked him. Thomas' face went crimson. I don't think he knew what to say. I thought I would help him along. I hiked up my robe to let him see my cock. I was excited showing off my member. I think Thomas was getting excited as well. I walked over to Thomas. We were face to face when I put my hands on his shoulders. Thomas looked surprised when I pushed down. He knew what I had in mind. Thomas knelt down before me. I once again lifted my robe exposing my cock. Thomas stared for a long moment. I took my dick in my hand and moved it in front of Thomas' face. Thomas did reach out and take hold of my rod. I was starting to get hard when Thomas brought my cock to his lips. I put a hand on the back of his head and I slipped my cock between his lips. I moaned as I pushed my long dick down his throat. I knew I had made the right choice. I began to feed Thomas every inch of me. Thomas wrapped his hands around the back of my legs. I pushed deeper and deeper making my new monk take all of my cock. He managed to take all nine inches of me down his throat. I was face fucking him hard now. My balls were slapping against his chin. Thomas didn't choke once. He was able to take all of me down. I couldn't tell you how long Thomas gave me oral sex. I had to restrain myself from cumming quickly. Thomas did take my sacs in his hand and he massaged me. God, did that feel so good. I pushed as deep as I could down his throat and I felt I had to release. A gusher of cum exploded from the tip of my cock. Thomas' head jerked back, but he continued to drink my hot flow. I must have given him five large blasts of my male seed that morning. Thomas drank it all down. I finally did calm down and I pulled my spent cock out of his mouth. There was white cream around the corners of his mouth. I watched as Thomas' tongue licked it all up. I then pulled Thomas to his feet. "I think you are going to work out just fine here Thomas," I told him. Thomas smiled back at me and then he left my room. I felt half spent from that early morning blowjob. I went to my office and Matthew met me there a few minutes later. I told him what had happened. "Are you going to bring him into our lovemaking?" Matthew asked. "I will if you want me to," I told him. "Yes, let's spice things up some," Matthew told me. I smiled knowing that events were soon going to be getting interesting in the near future. A couple days had passed and Matthew and I were in my room. I had told Thomas to join us after evening prayers. There was a knock on the door and in walked Thomas. Matthew and I were standing there naked. I motioned for Thomas to enter. "You might as well get comfortable," I told him. Thomas pulled his robe off. He was thin as I said, his cock was a normal six inches in length. Matthew and I moved Thomas over to the bed. I had Thomas get on all fours. Matthew knelt in front of Thomas and I got behind him. I spread Thomas' legs apart. I took my cock and began to rub up and down his ass crack. Thomas let out this loud moan. I watched as Matthew slid his love muscle in between Thomas' lips. I couldn't contain myself. I started to push my dick past his rim. Thomas was very tight. I had to work slowly to fit my thick cock into his bottom. Matthew and I were double teaming Thomas. I have to say Thomas was getting into it. I wanted to fuck my new monk so badly. I had been thinking out this since the day of the interview. I did get all of my cock in past his sphincter. When I was totally buried I started to fuck in earnest. Matthew and I fed our cocks to Thomas. I have to say he was totally into taking it. You could hear flesh slapping against flesh as Thomas took our love offerings. I know some of you think monks should be totally celibate. Once I had Matthew as my lover I could never turn back. I hated to ignore my urges as a man. Thomas was taking our cocks in his orifices. He was just what we were looking for. We found a young man who shares the love of other men. I had my cock buried as deep as it would go. My hands were on his hips guiding his motions. I was looking at Matthew's face. I wanted to time it so we both came together. After maybe forty minutes of feeding Thomas the moment came. Matthew arched his back and shot his hot load down the throat of Thomas. I let go as well and blasted Thomas' tummy with my sticky cum. Thomas took everything we had to offer. I knew from that point that lovemaking at the monastery was going to have an element of spice to it. Thomas milked me dry with his ass muscles. Matthew had so much cum stored up. He must have cum for a good fifteen minutes until he withdrew his cock. Thomas fell to the bed and didn't move for some minutes. He looked spent from all that monk loving. Then he looked up at me. "I never thought becoming a monk could be this good." Matthew and I both laughed. This was going to be the start of some hot loving between the three of us. That much I was sure of. New Moon The obsession continues. Just as I put down my copy of "Twilight", I was then desperate to get my hands on a copy of the next book in the series. I did so and was not disappointed. By the time you read this book, you are in one of two groups of people. You are either absolutely completely obsessed with the book and can't sleep, eat, or do anything until you have finished reading it. For others, you are reading it to keep up with your children or students (if you are a teacher like me). Either way, the book does not disappoint. Unless you are a die-hard fan of Stephenie Meyers's Twilight books, you would never pick up this book. If you did, you would be confused because there is simply not enough said in the first few chapters for readers to really understand what is happening. This is the second book in a set of four books. It begins as Bella, her vampire boyfriend Edward, and the rest of the students at Forks High School begin their senior year of high school. We know that as the last book ended, Edward, along with his vampire family members rescued Bella from imminent death at the hands of an evil vampire. Edward believes he is evil, but he isn't. He chooses to kill animals instead of humans, but still knows that if he loses control, he could hurt or even kill Bella. Things are going well as Bella enjoys her eighteenth birthday party. Then a tragic event spins out of control and the result is that Bella is left alone. Edward leaves; unable to be with Bella because of his fear of killing the only person he has ever loved and will ever love may overcome him. His love for Bella is so strong that he sees leaving as the only way to keep her safe. The scene where he leaves is heart wrenching and I will admit there were tears in my eyes. Bella goes in a trance like state until finally she finds friendship and familiarly with Jacob Black. The novel develops their friendship nicely and we are then told about how Jacob is a werewolf. Of course he is. I mean if there are vampires in Forks, Washington, there has to be werewolves. The intriguing part of this is as an adult I am using prior knowledge of mystical beasts as a starting point to understanding the struggle between vampires and werewolves. I wonder as a teen reader where their starting point is or whether whatever Stephenie Meyer says about vampires and werewolves will be written in stone. Everything works out in the end. We know that it has to for no other reason than there are two more books to read and if Bella and Edward weren't together, we wouldn't get our happily ever after. This is a love story and all fairy tales are set up the same way. The Prince always gets his princess. The poor girl always becomes the princess. We know that Bella will become a vampire and will be joined forever with Edward. The issue I had with this novel is how Bella doesn't really change as a character. There needs to be some maturity, some revelation, but there isn't. She simply realizes that although at first she was living for Edward, now she can live for Jacob. The situations are different, but in the end, the relationship is the same. She is influenced by the friendships and romances that she has. Once again, the writing is simplistic and childlike. The characters pull the story line along, not the other way around. Situations occur simply because there is an end that is needed. The author herself admitted that she wrote scenes of the novel that she wanted to write and then pieced them together. It is evident that this is the case. It is not so much a poorly written novel as it is not a great novel. It is a young adult novel that will never be recognized as a great novel. It is the current fad and once the obsession with vampires and werewolves wears off, so will the author's name fade into the darkness The end of the novel is really just a beginning to the third novel. We are given another vampire fight, this time with the head vampires that live in Italy. One important revelation is that at some point Bella will be turned into a vampire. This twist in the story line propels the reader to continue with the next book. It's an interesting marketing ploy. We always wanted Bella to become a vampire and live in eternity with her true love. The fact it has been stated gives us hope. New Moon "Ken, I'm really uncomfortable. There's just those two guys left on this car. Let's get off at the next stop and walk or take a cab," Erin's pleas were whispered in a passionate voice against his ear. Her lips brushed him as she spoke. He tingled at the thought of having her tonight. What she said, though, broke the spell. She was scared. And scared women didn't want to fuck. "Come on, honey," Ken protested. "We're, what, three stops from your place. We're on a subway car and there's bound to be a cop on the train somewhere. We're OK." "I just can't help how I feel. Please, let's get off," there was anger mixed in with the plea this time. She didn't get scared easily, but she knew things could happen on a subway car. She had read about them in the paper. His plan for the evening involved getting her in the sack in about a half hour. He didn't want to piss her off now and ruin everything. They could easily get off and take a cab for the mile or so to her apartment. He knew his plan for the night would be ruined if she was mad at him when they got to her apartment. He'd known other red heads and their tempers, but Erin had them beat. If she was pissed with him when they got to her apartment, she was likely to just tell him at the door that she'd see him next week or something like that, step inside, and close the door in his face. He was ready to go at least twice tonight. He didn't want to have to go back to his apartment and masturbate. "OK," he said. "I certainly don't want you to be upset. Besides, it's a nice night. A cab ride would be better than being underground in the subway." The train approached the station. It slowed a bit, but never gave any real indication of stopping. With no announcement of an impending stop, the train ran through the station. The few people waiting looked puzzled. The train continued without stopping. It was late and there were few people at the stations. It continued slowing only briefly as station after station was left behind. "Maybe he's late and needs to make up some time," Ken offered lamely. "And not stop to let people off," Erin demanded. "Maybe he thinks the train is empty," Ken said not at all certain he was making sense. "Let's walk up to the front and tell the motorman we want to get off." Getting out of the car and off the train entirely was Erin's only focus at that point so she readily agreed. They stood and walked toward the front of the car heading for the lead car where the motorman who was driving the train would be seated. As they passed the two men seated between them and the door to the adjoining car, Erin chanced a covert glance. They met her expectations, seedy and rough looking. They were dressed in work clothes which were dirty from the day's work or just because it had been a long time since they had been washed. Both men eyed Erin openly sending shutters through her body. They turned slightly in their seats. The plastic of the seat groaned and creaked as they twisted. Something in the hand of one of the men clanked against the metal frame of the seat in front of them as he gripped it. Ken and Erin passed them giving them as wide a berth as the narrow aisle afforded. The men stared. After they passed one of them men said, "Got you a right pretty girl there. She any good in bed?" Erin let out a cry which she was barely able to stifle to a whimper. Erin felt Ken stiffen. Neither of them replied. Ken reached for the door handle. Once pulled down the door would open inward to allow passengers to walk between cars. Ken pulled on the handle. It didn't budge. He tried again. Nothing. Again and again, he tried to force the handle downward. Nothing. "I think the door's locked," one of the men commented. "Don't want people moving around too much this time of night," the other responded as though the two of them were simply talking to each other. Ken turned Erin around. His idea now was to try to get to the car behind them. This was a five car train, as he recalled. They were in the fourth car. There would be a car behind them. He thought of pulling an emergency pull, but what emergency was there beyond the two of them being a bit spooked and the train not having stopped for several stations. That might be highly unusual, but was it an emergency. They could easily get a train going in the other direction once this train stopped. They walked past the two men a second time. The men stared again. Ken and Erin tried to ignore them. The plastic seats groaned and creaked letting them know that the men pivoted to watch. "Doesn't she have a great ass," one commented from behind. "Yup," said the other. "Wonder if she is good in bed." "Might be good just standing up," the other snickered. They both cackled, their voices those of heavy smokers. The cackles ended in a hacking cough. They fell silent. Ken had been pulling Erin along behind him, but now he maneuvered her in front of him. In what seemed an eternity, they reached the door at the other end of the car. Nervously Ken reached around Erin for the handle. He pulled down. The door opened easily. Erin took the door, opening it fully. She stepped onto the metal grates which provided the floor over the cars' couplings. Ken held the door open until he saw that Erin had opened the door to the last car. They were glad to see several others dressed in better clothes than the two men they had left behind. No one looked up. Ken quickly assayed the car's occupants. A total of four, he noted, no women. Two men sat near the middle of the car on the right. Their seat faced forward. Another sat by himself on an inward facing seat reading the paper. He was near the far back of the car. The fourth had his back to them as they entered the car. He sat in a seat facing away from the line of travel. Ken was far more comfortable knowing that there were four additional men in this car and that only two seemed to know each other. That was far better than the two foul mouthed people they'd left behind. Erin took them to a bench seat alongside the door and sat heavily pulling Ken down with her. "When this thing stops again, we're getting off," she said stridently. Her face was red even through her freckles. The train swayed and rattled on with no sign of stopping. Ten minutes elapsed before the train began to rise following the tracks from subterranean to ground level slowing as it rose. "Where are we," Erin said quietly to Ken, but loudly enough for everyone on the train to hear. "I have no idea," Ken replied looking around for someone else to add information. No one looked up, no one seemed concerned, no one spoke. "My god," Ken said suddenly, "we're in the yards." Looking around Erin saw many sidings splitting away from the main line. She saw many other trains sitting dark and mute. Their train was barely moving now as it passed rudimentary platforms constructed only of wood with wooden steps leading down to paths running through the maze of tracks. The scene was shadowy darkness punctuated occasionally by the purple-blue light of mercury vapor lamps. The lack of moon light sharpened the shadows. A new moon, she thought. With a screech of brakes and a lurch the train came to a full stop. There was no platform, not even the rough wooden ones they'd seen earlier. The only light came from a lamp on a pole maybe twenty yards away. The doors remained closed. With no moon to add light to the bleak landscape of the rail yard that surrounded them they seemed to be in another world. Erin stared wildly. She clutched at Ken. He said nothing staring at the closed doors. No one moved. No one spoke. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of the door being opened at the far end of the car. The one they had passed through not twenty minutes earlier to escape the foul mouths. The foul mouths entered. Two others entered with them. Concern moved to full scale terror for both Ken and Erin. Neither moved. Terror was plainly printed on their faces. The man who had been seated nearest the exit doors stood. He approached the door. He took a short metal bar from his jacket pocket which he inserted in a hole above the middle of the doors. When he turned it, the doors sighed and slid open. The lights in the car, indeed all of the train went dark. Erin screamed both from the shock of losing the light and the terror building within her. No one spoke, no one looked at her or Ken. The men were moving slowly toward the exit as though in no hurry to get off. Finally one, then another dropped from the train onto the dirt path below. The man with the door key turned and said to Erin as he held out his hand, "I'm sorry you're so frightened. We don't like it when you're frightened. Do take my hand and I'll help you off the train." He reached down and took Erin by the hand. When she made no move to stand, he said, "Come on now. This is the end of the line." He looked into her green eyes penetratingly and added, "for you." He pulled on her arm raising her by force. She was too frightened to say anything even though she resisted. Ken stood. He seemed about to say something, but nothing came out. The man looked at Ken. "Do you want to watch? Some do and some don't. We don't care which you prefer. You can just wait here if you'd like." "What," Ken was starting to panic as the full meaning of the man's words became clear. "What are you talking about?" "You can wait here or come along and watch." He didn't add any information as he repeated his offer. "You do have to make up your mind now, however. Do you want to come or stay here?" They were going to take Erin. Ken looked around wildly. The motorman and yet another had joined the group. Now there were eight men in the car and two waiting on the ground. Ken was thoroughly out numbered, but not withstanding the number of men, he didn't see himself as a match for any one of them. He clearly had two choices, stay or go along. Going along seemed to offer him some options where as staying behind offered none. Running for help would be virtually useless. The new moon had left such deep shadows he could be killed just walking along should he somehow step on the third rail. There were buildings all around. He wouldn't know where they might take her so even if he had help, he wouldn't know where to lead them. Ken took Erin's arm and moved tightly alongside her. Two men wrenched him away even as Erin struggled to keep hold of him. "What are you doing? What are you going to do," he pleaded wanting to sound authoritative, but sounding like a frightened man instead. His hands were yanked behind his back. A gag was forced into his mouth. He was pushed forward toward the door. At the edge of the doorway a blow to his knees sent him into the air beyond the door. Only strong arms kept him from falling on his face as he hit the ground. Confused, he looked back into the car. Erin was standing at the edge holding onto the man with the key. She was not restrained, but clearly there was only one direction she would be allowed to go. No one moved. No one spoke. It was a strange tableau. Erin stood holding tightly to the man alongside her to avoid being thrown out. The other men stood behind her. Ken was held in check and upright by the men on the ground. His hands were held tightly behind him. "You'll probably hurt yourself jumping in those high heels. You'll fall and get that pretty green dress all dirty. There's a lot of grease on the ground. We'd better take off those shoes and this dress," said the man Erin clung to. Erin was frozen. Her terror stricken face did not change, she only shook her head as if to say No. She was wearing pumps, not heels, but that didn't seem to matter. His comment had not been a question and No was not an answer. He turned to one of the men behind him. Another took Erin's other arm while the first located the zipper and lowered it. They pushed the dress forward off her shoulders. They worked her arms from the sleeves. She bent forward in her struggle to keep her dress on, then straightened suddenly as she looked over the edge to the ground beneath. She swayed. She straightened again to reveal herself clad in a green bra the green dress had covered moments before. They were able to slide the dress down past her hips until it gathered at her feet. Her panties were carried partially along by the fabric of the dress ending up neither off nor on. The man who had unzipped her, struggled with her legs finally removing both the dress and her shoes while the others held her upright. He threw the shoes to the ground. Ken watched now seeing her standing in the doorway clad only in bra and matching panties. The panties covered her in the front, but drooped at the crotch and left much of her behind uncovered. "OK, honey, you're going to have to jump. They'll catch you. Here you go." He pushed her off the car. Now she did scream. Ken hoped someone would hear, but was not optimistic. She landed awkwardly handled by the men on the ground. She briefly fell to her knees, but they caught her and lifted her to her feet. The fall had been less than four feet, but being pushed into darkness had added measurably to her terror. "Put your shoes on," one told her moving her shoes toward her feet. "Let me have my dress," she said in a panic. "You won't need it," was the only response. They pointed to her shoes again and, her terror subsiding only slightly, she managed to slip them on as they steadied her. The others jumped from the car each landing with a thud on the dry ground between the sets of tracks. The train stood mutely behind them adding itself to the hundreds of other silent cars surrounding them in the vast marshaling yard. The last man had closed the doors and alighted from the rear of the car. The group joined up and moved along the path. The air smelled of trains, of oils and electricity and of solvents. When they could see the ground, the path looked as if it might be laden with the oils and solvents the man had warned about. Erin stumbled along held tightly by her escorts. The group moved in a ragged line toward a group of ramshackle and dark buildings. Ken, too, stumbled along, not being able to see well, but held firmly by his escorts. On reaching the first building, they mounted a short stairway stopping in front of a door. The metal door was fitted with a wire laced window. Everything seemed to bear a layer of greasy filth. A jangling of keys announced one of the men as he moved forward to unlock the door. Inside he switched on lights. They all entered and moved immediately down a long hallway halting in front of a door. The door was unlocked. Someone pushed Ken inside. The others followed, Erin in the middle. She whimpered softly. Ken chanced a glance back at her. Tears streamed down her face. She continued to look, in fact, to be, terrified. She was wearing only her shoes, the black pumps, her bra and her panties. The panties had moved back into place though the waistband was rolled somewhat. Her red hair was still fairly well groomed. Even in her fear she was beautiful. Her bra was one she wore for him. It covered her breasts, but just. It's translucency revealed her nipples. Her panties likewise revealed the beautiful red curls that guarded her love entrance. He jerked around as did Erin on hearing the door slammed firmly shut. A bolt was slid into place and padlocked making it clear that, without a key, no one was leaving the room. Ken's hands were momentarily released then handcuffed over his head. These handcuffs were anchored to a hook in the ceiling. He could stand on his feet, but there was little slack. The hook placed him just off the center of the room. The room itself looked as if at one time it had been some kind of office. It could have accommodated perhaps ten to fifteen desks. Now, however, it had only a few old and forgotten pieces of furniture. The floor was linoleum tile that was many years old and had seen much wear. Here and there tiles were broken or missing. There were odd bits of litter lying around. It seemed as if the room might be used as someplace just to toss things no one knew what to do with. The room was cool, but with the moderate weather it was not cold. Erin, still too frightened to resist, was moved to a position about six feet away from where Ken stood restrained. They looked at each other. There was nothing to say. They both trembled. "What's your name, girl?" It wasn't said rudely, but conversationally. "Erin," she managed to get out in a weak voice. "What's his name," he motioned toward Ken. "Ken." The voice was just as weak. "I don't see any rings so I presume you're not married. Is that right?" Erin nodded. "OK, Erin, did you plan to fuck your boyfriend tonight?" The voice was still conversational. She nodded. "Well, you can still do that. Let's start by having you take his pants off." Erin didn't move. "Erin, honey, you know you can't fuck him properly if he has his pants on. Go on and get them off." He pushed her none too gently toward Ken. Ken saw him pick up a thin rod that had been lying on an abandoned desk just before he pushed Erin toward him. She crashed into him. She grabbed at his body to prevent a fall. Her weight made the manacles bite painfully into his wrists. He grunted loudly through the gag. She released him immediately and fell to her knees. Pain shot up from her knees as she hit the floor. She rolled first onto her side, then her back. Panting she lay on the floor looking up at the men surrounding her. The pain her knees made standing difficult so she lay there getting her breath. "What are you going to do," she cried out. Immediately she was sorry she asked. The answer was beyond doubt. Already most of the men were in the process of removing their pants. She looked around seeking some sort of escape or shelter. There was none. When she looked back, several had completed undressing and were standing over her naked. The size of their cocks frightened her. My god, she thought, they really intend to use me. She couldn't bring herself to even think the other word. She couldn't help but look at them. Their balls hung loosely as they waited to begin. She was staring at those balls holding the seed they would pump inside her. She tried to sidle away but was rudely jerked to her feet. Though her knees still hurt, the pain was forgotten as she now stood in front of her gagged and manacled boyfriend. "We're waiting," he said. The conversational nature of his voice was tinged with menace and sarcasm. She had seen the thin rod he held and shivered at it's intended use. She looked up at Ken. He nodded forlornly. Taking a breath she lowered her gaze to his waist and sought out the belt buckle. It opened as she worked it. She found the catch on the pants and released it. She had never done this before. And certainly she had never stripped a man naked in front of others. It made her extremely uneasy to be exposing her boyfriend, but she slowly lowered the zipper. Ken's pants dropped to the floor. She knew he always wore boxers. Normally she would have fondled his cock through the underwear causing an attractive bulge. In her apartment she had anticipated getting him hard then pulling his cock through the opening. Perhaps she would play with it or suck it. She loved to see him so excited at the prospect of fucking her. Only when she had produced some droplets of cum would she stop. Now she stopped before touching him. She moved away leaving him with his boxers still on. "Take his underwear off." The voice was still conversational, but the menace had increased. As the last syllable died in the air the rod whistled striking her on the upper portion of her thighs. She felt the force of the blow a second before its sting. It was like being stung by a thousand wasps. She screamed and covered the area with her hand. New Moon Tears gushed in the quiet that followed. She dodged quickly behind Ken and jerked his boxers off. She cowered behind him. Ken's cock was shrunken, his balls clung tightly to his groin. "What will happen if you don't do what I tell you to do in the future," the man with the rod asked. "You'll hit me," she asked though she knew the answer. She was still behind Ken holding closely to him. He was her only security. "Come out here. And do it now. Each time you disobey me you will be whipped. It will get worse and worse. I actually like hurting women so I want to have a reason to whip you. Make up your mind. Come out here now," he concluded with a stroke of the whip across Ken's gentiles. Ken jerked and cried out as loudly as the gag allowed. A welt began to form showing a stripe diagonally across his thighs and including a portion across his cock. He moved to repeat the stroke. "No, don't," Erin cried out quickly getting in front of the twitching Ken. Please don't hit us again," she begged. There was quiet. She stood in front of Ken and felt a tear land on her shoulder. She reached behind her and taking hold of his hips pulled him toward her. She noticed that with the exception of the man with the whip, they were all naked now. Their cocks were all hard. Each pointed at her. She knew now her situation was hopeless. She could only hope she wouldn't be injured too badly or murdered. She began to worry about how much it would hurt to be used by so many. She started to quiver. Then the tears began. In the quiet she began to wish they would just get it over with and let them go, but they just stood quietly looking at her. Most stroked their hard cocks. No one said anything. After a minute or so of unbearable quiet she said, "What? What do you want me to do." They just stared quietly. The seemed to be waiting. Another eternity passed in quiet. The men stroked themselves. Erin nervously let go of Ken. She looked around at her audience, then lowered her eyes to the floor. There she saw the whip. It twisted like a snake. Reluctantly she took a step forward. She stood all alone in front of nine naked men who were going to use her. There was no help. There was only submission. She looked around at them. She had never felt so alone. She was helpless. She knew what she was to do next. In complete submission she raised her hands to her back and released her bra. It fell forward. She let it drop to the floor while she covered herself. She saw the whip twitch on the floor. In fear, she let her hands drop to her sides. The twitching stopped. Her full breasts were now totally exposed. They were white and mostly free of the freckles. Her nipples, the color of burnt amber, formed the tips of her breasts. In the cool of the building they slowly hardened. The whip slowly, agonizingly slowly came toward them. She stood unable to move. The whip touched each nipple stroking it as it hardened. She was frozen in place. The whip returned to the floor. The quiet continued. After only a few moments, while keeping her eye on the whip, she found the elastic of her panties. She hesitated, looked pleadingly around, hoping for a reprieve. None came. She slowly maneuvered them downward. As they passed the swell of her hips, her fiery red curls came into view. She removed the panties completely and stepped clear. She stood again, now completely naked. Waiting. When would it begin? What would they do? She shivered. The whip found the curls. It's tip examined the curls, then began to examine the soft folds the curls sought to hide. It poked her as if seeking to find an entrance. "Spread your legs." Immediately she complied. "More," the voice was practically whispering. She moved them further apart. He angled the whip to seek out and explore her entrance. She trembled. "Move here," the point of the whip indicated a spot on the floor. She complied standing now more in the center of the room but still directly in front of Ken. "Bend and grab your ankles. Do not let them go." She bent and found her ankles. Blood rushed pounding to her head, but she did not let go. "Spread her." The man was now speaking to the men standing, watching, stroking themselves. One on either side pulled her cheeks apart revealing the wrinkled port in her rear. The man with the whip poked at the hole with the whip. It hurt and she started, but did not release her grip on her ankles. He continued poking and prodding until he was able to insert the point of the whip an inch or so. He began to move it. In and out he moved it pushing deeper with each thrust. Ken watched. He saw her bend over revealing to him her fine ass and her pussy. He knew she was waiting to be fucked. He knew he would watch while each of these men pounded her until they were satisfied, the way he often did. He saw her breasts, firm with hard nipples and longed to hold and suck on them. Her red hair spread on the floor. She was in position to be fucked. He became hard as he watched and waited. * Please comment and vote!