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Natalie's Tale Ch. 01

By: lisetteuk



This is a story based on the experiences of a friend.

That Friday night Natalie stopped in front of the mirror in the hallway of her apartment. She asked herself if she looked too sluttish, appraising the tight black cocktail dress, which barely covered the tops of black stockings, and was sheer enough to reveal the hard points of her nipples. Extraordinarily expensive high-heeled Italian shoes showed off her fine legs to their very best. Her long blonde hair was tied in an elaborate bun on the back of her head, accentuating her slender neck and showing off the platinum and diamond choker necklace. She wore hardly any make-up- she was still tanned from a summer on the Cap Ferrat. Too late to change now anyway, she thought, locking the door behind her.

She accepted the lavish praise of the elderly doorman, and not altogether inadvertently gave him a brief glimpse up her dress as she got into the cab waiting for her in the quiet leafy avenue in Paris’ fashionable Seizieme.

“So who is the lucky monsieur?” the cab driver asked her when she had given him directions to a restaurant in Saint Germain. She looked up surprised. He was a middle aged man, dark haired, faintly Arabic looking, with dark, almost back eyes boring into hers reflected in the mirror. His voice was deep with a slight accent. He was extremely handsome, but with a definite hint of cruelty in his eyes.

“I am having dinner with an old friend tonight, not that it is any of your business” she replied, snapping open her mobile phone to bring the small talk to an immediate halt. She picked up her messages and resolutely refused to meet the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

The truth was there was no lucky Monsieur in Natalie’s life. She had had a series of short-lived relationships since leaving school. Her parents, ensconced in the family’s chateau hundreds of miles from Paris, occasionally tried to set her up with what they thought were suitable aristocratic men, and warned that they would not provide her with the apartment and generous allowance indefinitely. She knew that was not true- her parents doted on her, even more since her elder brother and only sibling had married an American and gone to live in the suburbs of Dallas- a move akin to moving to the depths of hell as far as Natalie and her family were concerned.

Tonight she was having dinner with Yvette, a school friend and her closest confidante. Natalie had not seen her since June when she left for her usual eight weeks sunning herself at her father’s villa on the Cap. Yvette had always made Natalie feel rather drab and unattractive when they were at school. Natalie was undoubtedly a very pretty girl, and her body was toned and tanned to near perfection, but by common agreement, Yvette was stunning. Natalie often joked that she could find Yvette in a crowd by following the gaze of all the men-and most of the women. Sure enough when she entered the restaurant, there was Yvette, bright blue eyes sparkling with laughter, long blonde hair halfway down her back, surrounded by a crowd of waiters all apparently with nothing better to do than ask the Madamemoiselle if she would like another slice of lemon in her mineral water. Natalie and Yvette embraced and kissed each other on each cheek. Natalie noted that Yvette was wearing last year’s dress, and a tired pair of shoes she had given her- and yet made the whole ensemble look astonishing. 

Over dinner the two friends caught up on each other’s news. Yvette told Natalie about an affair she had had with a politician that summer which had ended in an embarrassing scene when his wife had caught them in bed. Natalie laughed at Yvette’s indignation that she had had to leave her underwear behind when making a hasty exit. 

“But it was my La Perla- the set you bought me for Christmas.” she pouted.

“Well, that sounds like an excellent excuse to go shopping tomorrow,” Natalie replied.

They drank a bottle of very good Chablis with dinner and because neither drank very often were both a little flushed and a little louder than usual as they made their way to a nearby basement bar which was an established haunt for the rich and beautiful.

More drinks followed, and by midnight they were both drunk. 

“Come and stay at mine,” Natalie said when Yvette complained about the boring nurse she shared her own apartment with. “We’re going shopping together tomorrow anyway.”

“That calls for another drink,” said Yvette, leaning in and giving Natalie a thank you kiss.

It was three in the morning when they made their way unsteadily up onto the street. Natalie had taken the precaution of calling her local cab firm to send a car for them. The driver met them at the top of the steps from the bar, picking up Natalie’s handbag from the pavement where she had dropped it, and then helped them into the back of the car. They slumped down in the back of the cab, giggling helplessly. It was not until they were halfway back to the apartment that Natalie recognised the driver as the same man who had driven her earlier that evening. She met his gaze in the mirror, almost accidentally as they sat waiting at a set of lights. 

“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Yvette asked, far too loudly. 

Natalie blushed and looked away. Yvette started giggling and it was infectious. Before long both of them were in drunken hysterics.

“Gorgeous… I think he’s a…God! An Egyptian God…” Yvette said trying to sound serious. “Excuse me, monsieur, are you Egyptian? Descended from a Pharaoh perhaps?” she asked the driver before collapsing across Natalie’s lap with laughter.

Natalie looked out the window and frowned, trying to clear the alcoholic fog. This did not look right…They passed through another set of traffic lights and she saw a woman in a tiny mini skirt, thigh high boots and a bra, leaning down towards her window, heavily made up face, cigarette in hand; a prostitute, she thought her mind slowly realising…this is the Bois de Boulogne.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going asshole?” she said. This prompted new gales of laughter from Yvette. “He’s taking us to his pyramid,” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“Where the fuck…” Natalie started again.

“Silence,” said the driver in a deep, firm voice. To punctuate his point he activated the door locks and switched off the electric windows in the rear seats. 

Natalie reached for her bag and her mobile phone.

“Looking for this, madamemoiselle?” said the driver.

Natalie lunged for the bag he held in his right hand, steering with his left.

“Give me that you fuck.”

But he swung it out of reach, and then turned the car at speed into a side road. Natalie and Yvette were thrown into a heap in the space behind the front passenger seat, Yvette still giggling.

The car came to a halt. The driver turned off the engine and turned to face them.

“Now, you stuck up little bitches are going to pay for this ride.”

“Listen you asshole, I’ll have you arrested and …”

“Lets just see shall we?” the driver said, opening her handbag. He rummaged around, and then said: “I thought so,” holding up a small wrap of paper. “Cocaine, I think,” he said looking at Natalie. Her silence confirmed it. 

“Oooh goody, lets have some,” said Yvette before dissolving into hysterics.

“Yvette…this is serious, stop it,” Natalie hissed.

“Yes,” said the driver, “it is. I used to be a cop and can arrange some really serious problems for you, madamemoiselle…Lajou,” he read from her ID card. “You asked me to drive you to the Bois de Boulogne, bought something from a prostitute and then, what? Accused me of raping you, maybe? Those are serious offences, and I think I know who the police would believe.”

Natalie knew her parents would forgive most things but anything to do with drugs was a step too far. Trouble with the police was something she needed to avoid. She had been arrested when she was caught smoking a joint at school and had managed to keep that from her parents. But if this asshole called the police now she would never be able to keep it a secret- she’d be lucky to escape a prison sentence. Her father would be humiliated and furious. He would stop her allowance and make her go home. He might even make her get a job.

“What do you want?” she said looking at him with defiant hatred, but trembling with fear.

He handed her a pair of shiny steel handcuffs.

“Put these on your friend and fix her to this,” he said lifting a loop of the seatbelt.

Natalie complied. The driver pushed her handbag into the glove box of the car. As it opened she saw the butt of a revolver. She suddenly felt sick and scared. He took a couple of items out of the glove box she couldn’t quite identify and then got out of the car. He opened her door and told her to get out.

“Look, I’m sorry- I know I was rude earlier and we’ve been idiots tonight but, please.”

“Too late. I said you’re going to pay, both of you, and you are. I am sick of driving stuck up bitches like you around.”

He went to the rear of the car and opened the luggage compartment. For a horrible moment she thought he was going to make her get in it but instead he pulled out a blanket and threw it onto the ground.

“Get on all fours,” he said.

“You’re fucking joking.” she said, backing away.

He grabbed her by the arm: “Listen very carefully. I will hurt you if you do not do exactly as I say. Run away and I kill your friend. And remember I know where you live. I bet that cocaine is not the only illegal thing you have…I can have the police round at your apartment before you could get to a phone and do anything about it. Understand?”

Natalie nodded dumbly, tears began rolling down her cheeks. 

“My name is Gaston, but you will call me ‘Sir’. Understand?”

“Yes…Sir” said Natalie, suddenly just hoping that this nightmare would just end and she would wake up in her beautiful apartment and go shopping for lingerie with Yvette.

“On all fours-now.”

Natalie got down onto the rug. Gaston knelt in front of her, so that her face was level with his crotch. He unzipped his flies and pulled out his thick and semi erect penis. He held it up and slapped her face with it.

“Open wide, bitch. And if I so much as feel you even thinking about biting I’ll hurt you –badly.”

She opened her mouth and he leant in to her, pushing his cock into her mouth. Mindful of his threat she strained to keep her mouth wide open. He began fucking her mouth, holding her hair roughly. 

“Jesus-Natalie…” Yvette had moved herself until she was lying across the back seat, in spite of the handcuffs. She was looking out of the open rear door at Natalie and the driver who were in the pool of illumination from the cars interior light.

“Your turn is next,” Gaston grunted, continuing to work his cock in her mouth.

Yvette seemed not to really grasp what was happening, she just continued to watch, mesmerised by the sight of her friend sucking the driver’s cock.

He was not even fully erect, but already Natalie could barely fit the head into her mouth. She lifted one hand to hold the base of it, to try and prevent him thrusting so deep into her throat. He pulled away from her and again smacked her face with his cock. 

“Fucking hell,” Yvette said, “that thing is huge…I think he really is a God Natalie.”

“Shut up Yvette,” Natalie said, before her mouth was again stuffed full of him.

She felt his hands on her bare back, felt him reach down until he was stroking her buttocks through the silk dress. He lifted the hem of the dress and hitched it up onto her back. Natalie felt cool night air on her bottom and his rough hands moving over her skin, and then under the waistband of the black silk g string, circling and kneading the firm muscles of her backside. She had slowed the motion of her mouth, tensing at the feeling of his hands on her.

“I did not tell you to stop,” he said.

He grabbed her by the hair, leaving the dress lifted onto her back, exposing her, making her feel totally vulnerable. This was the Bois de Boulogne; it was the middle of a pitch-black night. There were prostitutes, their clients, pimps, police and god knows who else out there in the dark. 

He pulled his cock out of her mouth again and slapped her face with it several times. He was fully hard now and she could hardly believe the size of it. She could not get her hand around the shaft, and the bulbous head was the size of a small apple. Her jaw ached from trying to accommodate it. He lifted it onto his stomach-it was long enough that it reached his belly button.

“Lick my balls,” he ordered, and without even hesitating she obeyed, lapping gently at each in turn. He moaned gently as Natalie took one ball into her mouth humming gently- a trick she had learnt from an American stock market millionaire she had dated briefly a year before. She had decided the best thing to do was make this bastard come as soon as she could and get this ordeal over. 

“Look up,” he said, and without removing her mouth from his scrotum she obeyed. The flash of a camera blinded her. He forced his cock back into her mouth and photographed her again, before pocketing the small digital camera.

“Your father is the Comte de Nitres isn’t he?” the driver said, holding the back of her head firmly and gradually forcing his cock into her throat. She gagged and retched but he did not relent. Tears streamed from her eyes and her mouth flooded with saliva. Her throat spasmed again, and just when she though she would vomit he eased out of her.

“Well, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. The bastard must have recognised her from the society columns of the papers.

“I wonder what he’ll make of these pictures of his pretty little daughter sucking an Arab cock.”

“You fucking shit…” but Natalie’s words were cut off as he forced the immense head of his cock back into her mouth.

Suddenly she felt something slide around her neck, something cool and metallic-a chain of some sort. She struggled, afraid, but it was too late. She heard a metallic click and then again he pulled his cock out of her, and stood, at the same time yanking her up with the chain collar he had padlocked around her neck. He pulled her over to the car and padlocked the end of the chain leash attached to the collar to the car’s door handle.

Yvette was groggy with alcohol, and seemed confused as he undid the handcuffs securing her to the rear seat of the car. He pulled her out onto the blanket, and with a savage motion ripped her dress off her. Yvette sobered up fast.

“What the…”

“Listen to me Yvette. Do exactly as I say or you and your friend are in big, big trouble. You tell her Natalie- tell her to do what I want.”

“No you bastard- I won’t…I’ll scream and someone will hear.” Her defiance was undermined by the fact that Yvette stood in her underwear- cream silk camisole knickers and a matching bra, trying to cover herself with the remnants of her torn dress.

Gaston fastened one of the handcuffs onto the chain attaching Natalie to the car, and grabbed Yvette’s wrist and fastened the other cuff onto her. He walked around to the other side of the car.

“Yvette-this guy is serious. He has a gun…I think w should do as he says.”

“Nat- this is rape- he just raped you…Let us go right now you bastard,” Yvette shouted at the top of her voice.

Gaston reappeared. His cock still hung out of his open trousers. His shirt was open revealing a well-muscled and very hairy chest and stomach. He had Natalie’s mobile phone in his hand.

“Ok, do it your way. Now I call the police and we see what happens to little Madamemoiselle Cocaine fiend here. As for you, I’ll tell them you’re a hooker who tried to steal my wallet.”

Natalie spoke urgently to her friend. She begged her to do what he said, not to let the police be involved.

“I’ll lose everything,” she sobbed, finally.

“But he’s bluffing- he would not dare call the police-he’d get arrested for what he just did to you.”

“Look at us, Yvette- look where we are…can I take that risk?”

“It is not a risk. This bastard has done enough already…Hey, you asshole, let us go now and we’ll forget the whole thing happened. If not we go to the police and you are fucked.”

“Oh really?” said Gaston, smiling. He tucked his cock back into his trousers. Then he dialled a number and looked at them both as it rang.

“Is Sergeant Grimand on duty tonight? Yes, I’ll hold.”

“This is a bad idea, Yvette,” Natalie said.

“Bonsoir, Alain. It is Gaston here…fine thanks, and you?…And Madame Grimand? Excellent…Yes, I would be delighted to…listen, Alain, I need a favour. Who have you got in the Boise tonight?”

He spoke for five minutes, walking away from the two frightened women out of earshot. Yvette started pulling at the chain, trying to break the door handle or the padlocks, but it was hopeless. 

“Give me a hair clip,” she asked Natalie, “I’ve opened handcuffs with one before.”

She was still working on the lock when the driver appeared out of the darkness.

“You won’t get those open that way,” he said with a grim smile. “These are not toys-they are police issue…speaking of the police…”

He turned as car headlights lit up the scene. A police car pulled up next to them. 

“Help us!” Yvette shouted. “This man is trying to rape us.”

Gaston went over to the driver’s window and spoke to the driver. They talked for a while Yvette yelled and shouted.

The passenger door of the police car opened and a uniformed policeman stepped out. He was in his forties, thick around the midriff, balding, but tall and imposing.

“Quiet please, madamemoiselle,” he said in a soft but very firm voice.

“What the fuck are you doing? This bastard…”

“Quiet. Now,” he repeated.

Yvette complied.

The other policeman- also a middle-aged man, but shorter and slighter in build, with a shaved head- had got out and he and Gaston approached the two women.

“I am Sergeant Dupris,” said the tall policeman, this is Constable Joinel. I understand you two are in possession of controlled substances- namely cocaine, and have subjected this gentleman to racial abuse. Is this true?”

“No fucking way,” said Yvette. Natalie remained silent, and put a hand on Yvette’s arm, trying to make her quiet.

“Well, you are both lucky girls. Because this gentleman is a friend of ours we will comply with his request to let this matter drop. For now. However, if he was to call us again you will both be arrested and you will both be charged with drug offences. You will also both be charged with resisting arrest and you,” he gestured at Yvette, “will be charged as a prostitute and will be taken straight to the Tank at the twentieth district station with all the other crack whores and hooker scum. Believe me after 48 hours there you will plead guilty to whatever we charge you with. Of course we will release both your names to the press- a Count’s daughter and her high society friend, turning tricks for drugs in the Bois…yes, a good story I think.  Is this clear?”

“You fucking corrupt bastards!” Yvette shouted, enraged.

“Yvette, will you shut the fuck up,” hissed Natalie. “Do you want to be in Sunday’s newspapers? We’ll be ruined.”

“So what do you suggest?” Yvette said sulkily.

“We thank these kind police officers and respectfully ask that they guarantee our safety and anonymity if we do what this…gentleman requests.”

“Good,” said Sergeant Dupris. “Sensible of you, Madamemoiselle. We will make sure you are safe and no serious harm comes to either of you….Gaston, we will wait in the car. If you need anything just give us a shout.” He turned to Yvette and said: “One more insult or shout out of you and the deal is off-understood?”

Yvette nodded, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

The policemen got back into their car and reversed it a few yards away from the parked taxi. The headlights illuminated Gaston and the two women as if they were on a stage.


Natalie's Tale Ch. 01



To Be Continued



Natalie's Tale Ch. 02



Gaston turned to them, with a smug grin. 

"Right, I think I'll start with you Yvette since you are now going to be so very obedient."

"What are you going to do?" she sobbed, as he undid her handcuff from the chain connecting Natalie to the car door.

"Probably easiest to tell you what I am not going to do," he smirked. "I will not hurt you, seriously anyway, as long as you do exactly what I want. Understood?"

Yvette nodded.

"First lets show the kind policemen what you're hiding under this underwear shall we?"

He stood behind her, turning her to face the headlights of the police car, and unclipped her bra. Natalie looked on as he roughly handled her friend's firm shapely breasts.

"Turn around- I know the Sergeant likes a nice ass, and you have an exceptional one." 

Yvette obeyed.

"Bend over and pull down those knickers, and stay bent over when they're round your ankles."

Trembling Yvette hooked her fingers into the waistband of the camisole knickers and slid them down over her thighs. Gaston moved round to face her, and unzipped his trousers. He held up his cock and firmly forced it into Yvette's mouth. She stood, bent at the waist with her underwear around her ankles, and the big cock swelling in her mouth, while ten feet behind her, with a perfect view of her exquisite bottom, two policemen sat in their car.

"Reach back and spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands," Gaston ordered matter of factly.

In a daze of confused tearful submission Yvette did as she was told. 

Gaston pulled his cock from her mouth and telling her to stay exactly as she was moved around to savour the view from behind. He idly stroked the inside of Yvette's thighs, admiring the view of her exposed pussy and anus. Yvette had been waxed so that only a tiny well-trimmed patch of pubic hair remained above her pouting labia. 

"I think your friend should come and appreciate this," the driver said. He went and unlocked the chain from the car and led Natalie, still fully clothed, over to where her naked friend stood bent over, her hands still obediently splaying her buttocks wide open.

Using the chain Gaston got Natalie down on her knees so that her face was level with Yvette's spread ass.

"Lick her asshole," Gaston said.

"I...no...I can't." said Natalie.

"No...stop this." Yvette said starting to stand up.

Gaston moved very fast, delivering a stinging smack on Yvette's buttocks.

"Move again without my permission and I'll hand you over to the police and confine my fun to your stuck up friend. Now, put...your...tongue...in...her...asshole," he ordered Natalie, punctuating each word with a jerk on the chain.

Natalie slowly moved her face into line with the smooth crack of her friend's ass. She extended her tongue as far as could and touched the skin an inch or so above Yvette's soft brown puckered anus.

"Look, I am going to get very angry soon if you two don't start doing what you are told. I said lick her asshole- and put your tongue in it. Now."

Natalie forced herself to put her tongue onto her friend's perfect tight sphincter. Yvette twitched at the touch of Natalie's soft tongue. Gaston had his face close to Natalie's. 

"Lick it...taste it...put your tongue in it. Or else."

Natalie steeled herself and began firmly lapping at Yvette's ass. She had rimmed a guy once before when he asked her, but had thought it a disgusting thing to do. And now here she was doing it to her best friend. She had fooled around with Yvette before- they had played with each other's breasts and fingered each other's pussies at school on a few drunken occasions, but the idea of anything like this was outrageous. But Natalie found to her horror and total confusion that she was aroused by what was happening.

Yvette for her part was trying to keep her balance on high heels with her hands occupied spreading her bottom. She too was confused to find that the sensations in her anus were incredibly pleasurable. Unlike Natalie, Yvette had more in the way of bisexual experiences-it was a guilty secret of hers that she enjoyed sex with older women, and she had also seen a married couple for several months, enjoying both of their attentions. But she had never explored anything as kinky as having her ass licked. In spite of the fear she felt, she was aware that her pussy was beginning to tingle in a familiar way. She knew that she would very soon be visibly wet down there and that heightened the embarrassment that was vying with her arousal.

Natalie was following Gaston's instructions and working her tongue into Yvette's anus now, making the tip into a point and holding Yvette's hips so she could push into her. An involuntary moan escaped Yvette's lips. 

"Excellent...I think you two are getting the hang of this. Keep working on that asshole-get it nice and wet and relaxed or she'll suffer when I sodomize her."

Yvette felt a wave of horror and revulsion pass over her. Suddenly the glorious sensations in her asshole seemed to fade, as the full terror she felt at the thought of being violated by that gigantic dark cock sank in.

Gaston had moved around and had a handful of Yvette's hair. He forced his cock into her mouth and began to fuck her orally in the same brutal way he had earlier violated Natalie. Why was Natalie still working on her asshole with what felt like genuine enthusiasm? Yvette wondered, before obeying instructions to lick and suck on Gaston's heavy balls. Soon the enormous cock was back in her mouth pounding at the back of her throat. 

"I would get it as wet as you can- you heard what I plan to do with it, so the wetter the better you little slut," he encouraged her.

Natalie had an inch and half of her tongue inside Yvette's slick and increasingly relaxed anus now. Yvette could not resist for long the intensely pleasurable sensations this was causing, even through the fear of what Gaston intended. Like Natalie before her she hoped to make him come as soon as possible so she was enthusiastically sucking, using her tongue busily on the underside of his massive penis.

"Now fingers- use two fingers, one from each hand and stretch her asshole." 

Yvette realised the instructions were to Natalie and immediately felt firm pressure on her anus. She tried to relax, tried to allow them in. Gaston was roughly fucking her face now, and with her hands clamped on each buttock she was powerless to resist. She gagged as he held her by her thick hair and forced his cock impossibly deep into her throat. At the same time she felt Natalie's fingers starting to gently pull at her anus, stretching her. Because she was using the first finger of each hand Natalie's other fingers were pressing against Yvette's labia and occasionally would brush he clit as she worked her hands to try and encourage her friends anus to dilate. Natalie realised how wet Yvette was as she thought, with disgust of the size of the cock, which was going to violate the tight little anus. She feared for her friend, whilst silently thanking god it was not her being subjected to this humiliation.

Suddenly and quite unexpectedly Yvette found herself coming. She half choked on the cock in her mouth and thought it probable that the man violating her did not even know, but Natalie certainly did as a sudden rush of wetness coated Yvette's inner thighs. 

"Four fingers now," said Gaston. "Two from each hand, that's right."

Yvette moaned and struggled a little as Natalie pushed four fingers into her ass. The cock pumping in and out of her throat made it hard to make any coherent noise. Natalie was trying to be as gentle as she could but it hurt. Worse still it was so humiliating knowing that the policemen were watching her bottom being violated by her friend. 

"That will do," said Gaston, extracting his cock. Dripping with Yvette's saliva. He told the naked girl to get on all fours, and dragged Natalie by her leash to the car, locking her to the door again. 

Returning to the blanket he moved around behind Yvette.

"Ever been fucked in your asshole before?" he asked.

"N...n...no," came the tearful reply.

"Well, try and relax. Your friend had made you nice and wet. Just breathe deeply and relax, and you'll be fine."

As he spoke Yvette felt him spread her buttocks, and with a jolt felt the head of his cock pressed against her wet anus. 

"Spread your legs wider," he ordered, and as she complied he pushed firmly and directly.

"Oh fuck...stop...that hurts...please stop." Yvette felt an excruciating pain as his enormous cock began dilating her asshole.

Gaston located the camisole knickers Yvette still had hooked around one ankle, bunched them up and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Quiet, slut. I'm sick of your filthy mouth. Before the end of tonight you are going to beg me to fuck you in every hole, so just shut up and submit to this."

There was a muffled moan of outrage, which turned into a muffled squeal of pain as Gaston renewed the pressure and drove an inch of his cock into her. The giant head of his cock was now lodged halfway into Yvette's anus. He leant on it and grunted with effort. Yvette emitted a low groan and then a higher pitched yelp, spitting out the panties.

"Stop, you bastard...fuck that hurts...you're killing me."

"I said quiet bitch- I'm doing this gently for your benefit. One more sound and I'll start being rough."

He resumed the assault on her anus. Suddenly the head of his cock popped in past her sphincter muscles. Yvette gave an involuntary gasp, but the pain diminished a little and her ragged breathing started to settle. Gaston held her hips and waited for her muscles to relax. Then he began to steadily force his cock inch by inch into her.

Natalie's position by the car afforded her a side on view of Yvette. Natalie could see her breasts outlined in the stark glare of the headlights, and she could see the tears streaming down her face. Most shocking of all she could see the enormous cock of the Arab as he pushed it inexorably into her friend's ass. Yvette gasped at the sensation, gritting her teeth, feeling utterly humiliated, utterly degraded and yet...aroused to a level she had rarely ever been. The pain had subsided to a dull throb with the occasional sharp twinge, but she was assailed by an extraordinary sense of fullness, like she needed the toilet...like she was going to the toilet. To her astonishment she felt Gaston's pubic hair against the base of her spine and felt the pressure of his heavy scrotum on her labia. He had the length of that enormous thing buried in her rectum. She could not believe her body could do this. The sensations suddenly intensified as he began withdrawing, again making her gasp. For a moment she thought he had finished and to her amazement she felt a pang of regret but then he started to drive his length into her again.

"Ooooh...yessss..." she moaned without really knowing she was doing it. 

She felt his fingers searching for her clitoris and roughly manipulating her. She shuddered and, out of control now, rocked back on her knees to welcome the final inches of his fat cock in her ass. 

Gaston looked over at Natalie who was watching intently, fascinated and horrified in equal measure. Natalie could not believe that the tiny tight little asshole she had just been forced to lick could possibly accommodate the baseball bat sized cock. The look on Yvette's face had changed from tearful terror to a dazed, eyes closed abandon. Her moans became more rhythmic as Gaston started to build up pace with long steady strokes. He brought his cock almost completely out of her, to the point where the enormous bulbous head stretched her anus to its absolute limit, and then forcefully drove the length back into her until his balls slapped her pussy. Natalie was horrified to realise how much it turned her on to see this, how jealous she was of her friend. What the fuck is happening to me, she wondered.

Gaston's fingers on Yvette's swollen clit were bringing her close now. In spite of everything another huge orgasm was building in her. Gaston felt the wetness come in a rush and felt the ripples of her orgasm spread through her, her anal muscles gripping him, milking his cock. Taking that as his signal he began to fuck her harder and faster.

"Spread yourself you slut," he ordered.

Yvette reached back, resting her breasts on the blanket, her head turned to face Natalie, eyes tightly closed, panting, gasping. With a hand again on each buttock, she spread herself wide to allow him full and deep access. He rewarded her by increasing the force and speed of his thrusts.

"Fuck...yes...that's a good bitch....uhnnnn...yes." It was the first time Natalie or Yvette had heard him lose control. Somewhere in Yvette's mind she wondered if the ordeal was now over, at the same time as she felt his cock swell and begin to pulse and twitch. Too her amazement she could feel each long jet of his sperm in her rectum. He held her tightly by the hips, his cock buried in her as his cock continued to pulse for what seemed like an age.

"Don't move –stay exactly as you are," he ordered Yvette, and he began withdrawing his still rigid cock from her ass.

Natalie watched, her eyes wide open and getting wider. If anything the driver's cock seemed larger than before as it emerged from Yvette's asshole. In the bright headlights to her utter disgust she could see smears of Yvette's shit on it. She watched as he moved around, grasped Yvettte firmly by the hair and told her to open her eyes. He held his cock in front of her face.

"You're a dirty bitch," he slapped her across the cheek with his cock. "Clean it like a good slut."

"Oh, god...no." Yvette began, a look of renewed horror and disgust on her face. The rest of her sentence was muffled as Gaston forced himself into her mouth.

"Suck your dirt off my cock you filthy slut."

Yvette retched and gagged but he did not relent. 

"Use your tongue-if I find you have not cleaned me properly I'll let the Sergeant and his man have you right now."

Yvette moaned her terror, and her head began to work busily in his crotch.

"That's right...not so bad is it, even for a stuck up bitch like you. You'll find your shit smells and tastes like everyone else's...and you," he looked up at Natalie, "will find the same." He laughed at his own joke.

Natalie realised with a sickening lurch that the ordeal was far from over, and that this awful and awesome man intended to violate her next.

Yvette slurped and sucked on the slowly softening cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the rim of the head of the cock, gagging again as she tasted afresh the bitter taste of her own excrement. To make her humiliation worse, if that was possible, she could feel his sperm oozing out of her anus down onto her pussy lips. She could feel the eyes of the two men in the police car boring into her. The terror of being handed over to them spurred her on to clean Gaston's cock, sucking on it like it was an ice cream, using her tongue to clean every inch of it.

Still holding her hair he pulled out of her and examined himself in the bright light. His cock glistened wetly with her saliva. He seemed satisfied, and with his cock and balls still dangling out of his open trousers he stood.

"Don't move- and keep your hands on your ass, spread yourself."

He went to the car and unlocked Natalie, and dragged her to the blanket, ignoring her struggles. He ripped the dress off- several thousand Euros worth of silk reduced to a rag in a second. Natalie shivered in the sudden glare, crossing an arm over her bare breasts. In heels, stockings and a g-string she felt ridiculously vulnerable.

"Show the Sergeant your ass, bitch," came the command.

Natalie slowly peeled down the g-string with her back to the bright lights. Now she was close up she could see the sheen of sweat on Yvette's naked body, the wet glisten of saliva on Gaston's cock, and the obscenely gaping anus of her friend, oozing thick gouts of sperm. Bent over and exposed and humiliated, next to her kneeling, violated friend she shuddered and wondered if she would be able to cope with the pain as well as Yvette. She whispered encouragement to her friend, apologised for her stupidity in getting them into this mess. Yvette merely moaned softly in reply.

Gaston was standing behind Natalie, carefully not blocking the policemen's view. He assessed the curves of her perfectly tanned bottom, the firm, toned globes of her buttocks, the absence of any tan lines, the perfectly waxed and trimmed pussy, the tight folds of skin around her anus. He gave her a couple of firm spanks on each cheek.

"Lie on your back on the ground," he ordered.

Then he went to Yvette and grabbing her hair pulled her to her feet.

"You've been a good slut, Yvette. Now it is Natalie's turn. But to thank her for getting your asshole ready for that nice butt fucking I just gave you I want you to give her a special treat. Squat over her face and make her drink that cum in your ass."

Natalie protested: "You disgusting bastard...No..." He simply ignored her and started pushing down on Yvette's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Natalie.... Oh God...." Gaston, who crouched down to align her over Natalie, tugged Yvette into position; drips of sperm and juices from her asshole fell onto Natalie's face.

"Open your mouth now or I turn you both over to the police. I have had my fun so be very careful, I am doing you both a favour now."

Grimacing, Natalie opened her mouth and almost immediately a splash of dirty sperm dripped from Yvette directly onto the waiting tongue.

"Squeeze it all out-now."

Yvette bore down gingerly, her anus feeling sore and tender. She felt a small rush as the bulk of the come in her rectum passed out of her and dripped heavily into Natalie's mouth. The camera was flashing now and Gaston was moving around them capturing this horrendous degradation.

"That's not all –squeeze it all out. Don't be shy."

"Natalie...I'm so...so sorry" Yvette said, blushing bright red with renewed embarrassment as she squeezed down forcing the residue of the driver's sperm into her friend's mouth. With horror she realised that, yes, that was a lump of shit. More of the slimy sperm mixture left her, and then another lump, and then she just felt empty and sore.

The camera flashed again.

"Eat it all-right now."

Yvette glanced down and saw Natalie, eyes closed bravely trying to swallow and suppress her gag reflex.

"Now, since you enjoyed it so much the first time clean your friends asshole for her. Lick it clean and let me see you get that tongue right in there- work it around the edges. I might want to put my cock back in there and I want it clean."

Both Natalie and Yvette reeled in horror at this new statement. Yvette had to stop herself asking why her asshole was going to be violated again –what about Natalie?

Suddenly Gaston's crotch was in her face again as she felt Natalie's tongue snaking into her anus. Before the rubbery tight resistance of her virgin ass had meant Natalie could only get the tip of her tongue into her friend. Now she could easily slide her whole tongue inside. As Natalie worked diligently to clean her anus, Yvette opened her mouth to take the driver's cock inside her once again. Instead she felt a stream of urine hit her lips and then her tongue.

"Drink it slut. Swallow it down."

She tried but some of the steady stream of piss splashed out of her mouth onto her breasts. It ran down her body and onto Natalie's face.

Gaston was laughing now.

"What a pair of good sluts you two have turned out to be."

He shook the last drops from his cock and put it away into his trousers.

He pulled Yvette up to her feet and looked into her face, holding her chin, making her meet his eyes.



Natalie's Tale Ch. 03



"Part of you loved it, didn't you slut?"

"No, you fucking pig," Yvette replied but she was blushing. He put his hands on her pussy.

"Your cunt feels too wet, slut. It gives the game away." He laughed again, as he hauled Natalie to her feet yanking on the chain around her neck.

"You too, I think," he said looking into Natalie's face and feeling her pussy.

"Fuck you!" She spat out the words, tears on her face again.

"I intend to. But first lets have your little slut friend get your asshole ready. On all fours, face down and hands on your ass- you've seen how I want you. Don't argue…that's it."

Natalie obediently positioned herself spreading herself, presenting her pussy and ass framed by the black hold up stockings she was still wearing. It had been too much to hope that she would escape the anal violation meted out to Yvette.

He turned to Yvette.

"Your turn to taste some ass- you'll find her shit tastes like yours did," he said laughing again.

Yvette got down behind Natalie, lost in a daze, and confused by her own excitement.

"I almost forgot," said Gaston, "Let's see if the rich bitch cleaned you up right."

He moved behind Yvette and slipped two fingers into her anus, working them around as if he was cleaning the inside of a jar. He pulled them out and pushed them into Yvette's mouth.

"You tell me – clean enough?"

Yvette nodded, though she could still taste the bitter taste of her own asshole and the salt of his sperm on his fingers.

"Now lets see how you lick ass. Remember, you're getting her asshole ready for what I just gave you, so work hard at it or she won't thank you." He laughed again.

Yvette bent down and allowed herself to appreciate the pretty sight of Natalie's exposed pussy. She would have enjoyed licking Natalie's clit and making her come given the chance she realised, 69-ing with her would be even better, but she knew-or had done until tonight – that, despite the school girl experimentation Natalie was straight. Yvette had never licked someone's asshole before. Until the brute had made her lick her own dirt off his cock she had not thought it possible that such degrading acts could be performed. Licking ass was something dogs did. But so many strange feelings were running through her. She wanted to see Natalie violated, she realised with a guilty jolt. She wanted to taste her too, and finger her.

She dipped her head and reached out with her tongue to gently stroke Natalie's exposed anus. Natalie shuddered with unbridled pleasure at the exquisite sensation.

"Mmmm…" she moaned involuntarily.

Gaston watched as the naked girl prepared Natalie's asshole. He moved over to rub Natalie's clit and took some more photos.

"Now the fingers- get her stretched out. I'm going to fuck her hard and deep- not nice and slow like I did you."

Something snapped in Natalie at that- the thought of being violated anally more roughly than the brutal sodomy she had just witnessed Yvette enduring was too much. Suddenly all thoughts of public humiliation, police stations, photos of her degradation, and convictions for drug offences seemed utterly irrelevant. She lurched forward, trying to stand up. Her sudden movement caught Gaston by surprise and the chain was yanked free from his hands. Natalie got to her feet, and then staggered for a moment as one of her heels caught in a fold of the blanket; but for that she might have got away, but the driver was able to grab her ankle. She fell to the ground, cursing and screaming in rage and fear. She lashed out with her leg and felt it connect. The heel of her shoe caught Gaston on the cheek, gouging skin and snapping his head back painfully. But he kept his grip and, as she tried to kick him again, caught her other ankle. With a speed and strength that stunned Yvette he flipped Natalie, thrashing and screaming, onto her front, and straddled her, sitting on her bare buttocks, pinning her to the ground. With one hand he found the chain and regained control of her. 

Yvette watched with dull horror, noticing the blood trickling down the driver's face- god only knew what he would do her friend now.

"You've done it now, bitch," he said, with a hand on the back of her head forcing her face into the blanket, muffling her yells.

He signalled to the policemen in the car.

"So you want to do it the hard way? Rather go to prison than submit the way your friend has? Selfish bitch aren't you? Your friend has a lot less to lose and has done this all for you, but you think you're different huh?"

"Having trouble there?" The overweight balding police sergeant was standing beside them, his eyes fixed on Yvette's naked body. His wiry, shaven headed colleague was a few steps away, a nasty leer on his face as his eyes met Yvette's.

"Nothing serious- just a stuck up rich little coke whore who needs to be taught a lesson. Grab this one," he gestured to Yvette.

He leant forward and spoke directly into Natalie's ear, though Yvette, held by each arm by the two policemen could hear every word he said:

" As a punishment for your arrogance and selfishness I am going to hand your friend over to Sergeant Dupris and his constable. Since you seem to be unconvinced by all the very good reasons I have given you for being obedient I obviously have to find a new way of persuading you, so now you can watch what happens to Yvette because of your behaviour. Don't worry – I will be using your ass in exactly the way I want to, as I promised, and if you persist in this disobedience I will make sure you are convicted for the drugs offences, and send photos to your family and the editors of all the social pages in the newspapers: in short I will ruin you. But now your friend pays for what you have done."

"No," Yvette moaned struggling feebly in the firm grasp of the policemen as they led her back to their car.

Natalie lay sobbing under the driver's weight. She did not resist as he dragged her up and turned around to face the police car. With tears streaming down her face she watched as Yvette was made to bend over the front of the car. The Sergeant was unbuckling his trousers as the constable handcuffed her hands together and held her down, her breasts pressed against the cold metal of the car. The sergeant smacked her backside hard with his left hand, holding his erect cock in his right. He was not as well endowed as the driver, Natalie saw, though it was not exactly small. His rotund and hairy belly wobbled a little as he positioned himself between Yvette's perfect, smooth thighs.

"So you like it in the arse you cunt? Like being fucked like a boy, huh?' he grunted into her ear as he cruelly jammed his erection into Yvette's ravaged anus. His breath reeked of cigarettes and coffee.

Without a hint of compassion he began to roughly pump her. Yvette gasped and struggled a little but the constable had her hands in a firm grip and she was stretched helpless across the car.

Natalie meanwhile was forced onto all fours. She felt the driver's rough hands mauling her breasts and smearing the wetness from her pussy all over her backside. She watched the sergeant sodomize her friend and wept.

"I'm so sorry Yvette…so sorry," she sobbed.

"Too late for that you stuck up bitch," Gaston said and grabbed a handful of Natalie's hair, forcing her to arch her back. His cock was full erect now as he pumped it in his left hand and he positioned the head against Natalie's puckered anus.

"Say 'Fuck my ass, please sir,'" Gaston said to Natalie.

The policemen laughed.

"Yeah –lets hear her beg for it," the constable said, not taking his eyes off the straining blonde he was holding down.

"Please sir…f-f-fuck my ass," Natalie sobbed.

"What did you say, slut?" Gaston worked his cock against the tightness.

"Fuck my ass," Natalie said clearly and loudly.

"Say ''Please sir: 'Fill my asshole with your spunk'," Gaston said, pulling harder on Natalie's hair now and beginning to force his cock into her.

"Uhnnnnn…fuck….please, that hurts," Natalie pleaded.

"Look at your friend- is she complaining? Do what you're told – if I hear another sound from you other than what I tell you to say we're finished here and can go straight to the police station."

"Please sir, fill my asshole with your sp…spunk, sir."

Natalie gasped as her anus reluctantly dilated enough to allow her tormentor's cock to penetrate. She looked through eyes blurred with tears as the sergeant began working up a vicious tempo on Yvette. His flabby thighs slapped against the back of Yvette's legs. Every now and then the sergeant spanked Yvette's buttocks. Then with a grunt and a shudder he pumped his come into her rectum.

Swiftly he pulled out of her.

"Dirty fucking bitch- look at this" he said and indicated his cock, now decorated with a smear of Yvette's excrement. 

Grabbing Yvette's long hair he forced her, for the second time that evening to clean a cock, a cock that had just violated her ass. This gave Natalie a view of her friend's ravaged asshole, which was gaping and oozing sperm.

When the Sergeant was satisfied his cock was clean he urinated all over Yvette's face, mostly into her mouth. Then pulling his trousers up he pulled her stretched across the car again. Constable Joinel was rapidly in position and unbuckling his trousers. Natalie caught a brief glimpse of a thick purple headed cock before, in a single thrust, Joinel plunged himself into the gooey depths of Yvette's rectum.

Yvette's head was turned towards Natalie now. Their eyes met. There was pity in Yvette's eyes- she knew she was past the pain Natalie was experiencing now as her virgin anus was stretched to tearing point under the relentless thrust of Gaston's giant cock. To Yvette's horror there was a buzz of excitement in her groin as for the third time that night she was roughly fucked in her asshole. The motion of the constable was making her involuntarily rub her pubic mound against the edge of the car's wing. But she could see that Natalie was suffering.

The suffering got worse as Gaston finally worked every inch of his cock into her. He immediately began to pump her anus, savouring the tight grip of her sphincter, once more extracting his cock almost completely before shoving it mercilessly back into the woman on all fours in front of him.

It seemed to last for hours for both girls. It took the constable a while to come, but what pushed him over the edge was the shattering orgasm, which suddenly swept through Yvette's body. She lost control of her bladder and cried out. As she felt the fat cock in her begin to pulse and squirt sperm into her bowels the orgasm intensified and swept through her again.

"What a slut- she came when I spunked in her ass, and pissed herself" the constable said, with genuine disbelief.

"Come over here, Joinel," the driver said, "This posh bitch wants to clean your cock for you. Bring your anal slut with you."

Exhausted Yvette did not even resist as the policemen led her over to where her friend was submitting to the brutal assault on her rectum. Gaston held Natalie's head up.

"Open wide…tell Constable Joinel you want to suck his cock clean…ask him."

All the while the relentless piston motion of his cock stretched and opened up Natalie's anus.

"Please let me…uhnnnn…suck your…uhnnn...no…cock clean ...arrghh…Constable," Natalie gasped and moaned.

Without replying the Constable pushed his cock into Natalie's mouth. Natalie sucked his softening cock, and swirled her tongue around it. The pain in her rectum had subsided a little now and she almost forgot the horror of the sensation as the driver's thumb located her clit and gently strummed her towards her own orgasm. She came hard, the constable's cock muffling her abandoned moans. Yvette watched fascinated, almost oblivious to the Sergeant as he twisted her nipples and worked three of his fingers into her sopping pussy.

Gaston pulled out of Natalie's anus, and without even being told Yvette leant down and cleaned his cock. Gaston spun Natalie onto her back and pushed her knees up onto her chest before resuming the sodomy. 

" She gets to drink from your asshole again," he told Yvette.

This time the policemen held Yvette, taking a leg and an armpit each and positioned her over Natalie's mouth. The thick rush of sperm dropped straight onto her tongue, and again without being asked Natalie began using her tongue to clean her friend, slurping noisily. 

"Filthy…fucking…bitch…" Gaston grunted as he unloaded his come into Natalie's asshole, his fingers rubbing her clit, while Yvette spread her buttocks and allowed her friend's apparently eager tongue unfettered access to her gaping ass.

All that remained was to have Natalie's backside cleaned up. Yvette obliged willingly, both girls sensing their ordeal was nearly at an end now. Yvette swallowed Gaston's come directly from Natalie's distended asshole, and cleaned her friend's violated sphincter. The camera flashed again and again. The three men pushed the girls up onto all fours and took pictures of their violated assholes side by side, both of them looking back at the camera, dazed expressions on their faces.

"What a pair," the Sergeant said with genuine amazement.

" I know- incredible aren't they?" said Gaston.

The girls lay beside each other on the piss soaked blanket panting, sweat coated and utterly spent. 

"Leave them here?" the Sergeant asked.

"No, I'll take them back to the rich bitches apartment, it's in the Seizieme. I have her ID in the car-I'll let you copy her address. We'll want to visit these two again." The three men laughed.

"Too fucking right," said the Constable.

"Well with those photos and the cocaine what the fuck are either of them going to do," the Sergeant said giving a final smack to Yvette's backside. "Next Friday night at their place, I suggest. That time suit you girls? Or do you want to go to prison instead?"

All three men laughed.

In the back of the car, huddled together wrapped in the blanket, Yvette and Natalie sat in silence. The driver had given both their addresses to the Sergeant and taken further compromising photos of both of them, including photos holding the wrap of cocaine, open to expose the powdered contents. The drugs were slipped into an evidence bag and the sergeant pocketed it, telling them if they pleased him they could have it back after next Fridays "session". 

Gaston whistled happily as he drove, turning to them every now and then to tell them how great they had been. Neither girl answered. They just held each other.

Outside the apartment the driver spoke seriously to the two of them:

"The Sergeant means it about this Friday. He'll happily bust you both, you should realise that. And I'll happily send some of these photos to people you really don't want looking at them," he said tapping the camera in his breast pocket. 

"So, ladies, I'll be seeing you very soon. Perhaps we ought to do some practising before next Friday- if I know Dupris he'll have some friend's with him who may expect a far better service than you managed today. I trust you will welcome the opportunity to please me and my friends?"

Both girls nodded obediently.

"You owe me for the trip so I'll keep this," Gaston held up Natalie's mobile phone, and all the cash he had found in her handbag.

"Get out. Leave the blanket."

Naked other than their shoes, and utterly humiliated the daughter of the Comte de Nitres and her stunning friend climbed out of the car into the cool morning air, relieved that for now at least their ordeal was over.

To be continued... 

comments and suggestions very welcome.



Natalie's Tale Ch. 04



Natalie opened her eyes. Pink evening sunlight was filling her bedroom with a warm glow. She stretched, shaking the last vestiges of sleep from her head. She heard the steady rhythm of Yvette’s breathing. Her friend was still asleep beside her and as she looked at her, suddenly the memories of their ordeal the previous night came flooding back.

She remembered how the man who had orchestrated their humiliation and abuse had dumped them naked on the pavement outside the apartment. Without a word they had hurried through the mercifully empty building to Natalie’s apartment. Wrapping herself in a thick towelling robe Natalie had run a bath with plenty of oil and foaming bubble bath. Meanwhile, Yvette showered scrubbing herself under scalding water. Yvette slipped into the bath while Natalie took her turn in the shower, before she joined her friend in the tub. They said nothing to each other. Occasionally their eyes met and one or other was on the verge of trying to put into words the confusion and shame and disgust they both felt about what had happened.

Natalie pulled on an old t-shirt and then dug out another for Yvette. They drank hot chocolate curled up next to each other on the sofa. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them to go to Natalie’s big bed together. Yvette began to sob softly when they were both under the duvet, and Natalie took her in her arms, kissing the tears away and hugging her fiercely, even though she felt like breaking down herself. Eventually sleep overtook them both.

Natalie showered again, and dressed in an old pair of jeans and a shirt. She went to the kitchen and was making supper when Yvette padded softly into the room.

“Hi, baby. How are you feeling?” Natalie asked.

“Um, well, OK. Good I suppose all things considered,” Yvette replied with a brave smile. “What about you? Are you OK?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Natalie said, looking into her friend’s eyes.

They hugged again, long and hard.

“Can I stay for a few days?” Yvette said eventually.

“I was hoping you would…I don’t think I want to be alone this week.”

“What are we going to do…you know…about next time?” Yvette said, her arms still wrapped around Natalie’s neck.

“What can we do? I can’t go to the police can I?”

“We could go away- get on a plane. Maybe in a few weeks they’ll have forgotten about us. Maybe they were just trying to scare us when they said they would come here.”

“Well, it worked. I am scared. And I can’t run away- he knows who my parents are…he has those photos.”

“There must be someone we can go to. Its blackmail.”

“Listen, Yvette, I got us into that mess last night. Its all my fault. You can run away- and I think you should. Go to the Cap, or anywhere for that matter. Just stay with me a few days, first.”

“I can’t leave you to face this alone Nat. But I don’t think we should just let them…well…let them do those things again.”

Natalie turned away from her friend, tears running down her cheeks. 

“I don’t have a choice.”

They ate supper in front of the television and then returned to the big bed. It was Yvette’s turn to comfort Natalie now. She pulled her close, aware of the firm swell of her friend’s breasts against her own, the smooth skin of her thighs as their legs entwined. She lifted Natalie’s tear stained face and kissed her gently on the mouth.

“Yvette…” Natalie murmured.

“Shhh, just relax. I am going to think of something. In the meantime we must rest.”

Natalie felt Yvette’s hands rubbing her shoulders and was aware of how tense she was.

“Would you give me a back rub?” she asked shyly.

She pulled off her short and rolled over to lie face down on the bed. Yvette straddled her naked friend, and began to work on her shoulders and back.

“Oh, god, thank you baby. I need that so badly. I promise I’ll do the same for you.”

Yvette took her time and worked steadily down Natalie’s back. She was a skilful masseuse having once done a course covering a variety of techniques. Natalie was in heaven, while Yvette herself was finding herself increasingly aroused by the sensation of Natalie’s skin against her bare thighs. She leant forward and very gently kissed the nape of Natalie’s neck. They had shared so much humiliation and pain and indignity in the last twenty -four hours, but Yvette had also discovered, incredibly, through that nightmare experience, that she desired her best friend very strongly indeed. She had had other experiences with women, and had been regularly seeing a well-heeled middle-aged couple, enjoying submitting to the attentions of an older woman. But she had never thought she could find her contemporaries physically attractive. Their ordeal the previous night had changed that. 

She slid down Natalie’s body, placing soft kisses along her back until she was nuzzling at the base of her spine. She thought at any moment Natalie would freak out.

“Yvette…I’m…um…”

“Relax,” she answered, and seizing the moment, continued her progress, running her lips over the perfectly smooth skin of Natalie’s buttocks, while she ran the tips of her fingers up the insides of her thighs.

Natalie moaned softly.

With gentle pressure Yvette parted Natalie’s legs. She was afforded a view of Natalie’s delicate labia, and the tight puckered crease of her anus. She reached out with the tip of her tongue and caressed her friend’s perineum, then licked her pussy lips. She moved her hands to Natalie’s hips and raised her pelvis to allow her better access to her pussy.

“Yvette, I’m not sure…I…oh, god…baby…um…”

Yvette ignored her and noted that her shy friend did not pull away as she began to devote attention to her clitoris. In fact her pussy became wetter, the labia slightly swollen and darker. She lapped a little more purposefully at her friend’s pussy and was caught by surprise when almost immediately Natalie came with a sudden cry. Yvette rode it, keeping a grip of her hips and maintaining the oral attention to her clit. Natalie spread her legs wider and let out a long low moan of unadulterated pleasure.

“Don’t…no…god, I’m not a lesbian, Yvette,” she managed to whisper before another orgasm racked her body.

“I never said you were,” Yvette said giggling when Natalie had subsided to lie flat on the bed.

Yvette parted her buttocks and once again viewed her friend’s anus. She gently licked it, swirling her tongue around and across the creased skin.

She lifted her head.

“For someone who got fucked in the ass last night you’ve got an amazing asshole,” she said.

“Yvette!” Natalie wriggled and blushed furiously. Yvette let her go.

“I can’t believe you said- or did that…I mean…” Natalie said with a nervous smile.

They lay side by side in bed chatting for a while. Yvette confessed the change in her feelings and told Natalie about her experiences with the married couple. Natalie was fascinated and aroused by the stories.

“ I know…I never thought I could allow such things. The thing is Nat, some of what happened last night…well, some of it was amazing. It was horrible, and degrading but that was part of what made some of it incredibly…um…exciting.”

Natalie was silent. Yvette wondered if she had gone too far.

“Me too.,” Natalie finally said in a tiny voice. “I enjoyed some of it too. And I hate myself for it but part of me gets aroused when I think of it.”

They hugged with mutual relief.

“That doesn’t mean I want it to happen again,” Natalie said her face pressed against Yvette’s breasts. 

“I know, me neither. And I am going to come up with a way to get out of this.”

The week passed all too quickly. Natalie and Yvette explored each other’s fantasies, and with each day Natalie surprised herself with what she enjoyed and what she allowed Yvette to do. They went shopping together, buying lingerie on Natalie’s credit card before ending up in a sex shop. Yvette bought some DVD’s- lesbian porno films. She asked the assistant, a dykey shaven headed woman for advice on good ones.

“How could you? I nearly died of embarrassment,” Natalie said crossly.

“Listen you’ll be grateful tonight when we watch these,” Yvette answered with a smile.

They also bought a digital video camera, which seemed to give Yvette an idea. She sent Natalie back to the apartment while she continued shopping.

“I think I’ve got a way out of this fix, but I’m going to need some more things.”

Later that afternoon Yvette returned to the apartment with a plump, balding man in tow. Both he and Yvette were laden with boxes and bags. Natalie, who had just got out of the shower, shot her friend a quizzical look when they came through the front door.


“This is Monsieur Lagisquet; he is going to install our camera system,” Yvette said.

“I see. Thanks for telling me that. By the way: what exactly are you talking about?”

“Don’t panic sweetheart,” Yvette said and gave her a kiss on the lips. Lagisquet’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at this. 

Under Yvette’s instruction he went to work. The new video camera was set up in the bookshelves in Natalie’s bedroom. The electrician drilled holes and ran wires to a recorder placed in the back of the walk-in wardrobe. Yvette took the paper fly cover to a hard-back book and made a small hole in the spine of it, then positioned it to conceal the camera. She had Lagisquet make sure that the camera covered the whole bed. A second concealed camera was set up in the sitting room. Wireless microphones were fitted in every room all transmitting to a receiver again hidden in the walk in wardrobe. Lagisquet was sweating by this time and Natalie thought he was going to keel over when Yvette sweetly told him she wanted the third and final camera installed in the bathroom. 

“Make sure it covers the toilet, bidet and bath tub,” she said brightly.

“Yes, madamemoiselle,” he said with an embarrassed glance in the direction of Natalie.

Yvette teased him gently as he explained how to operate all the equipment, making suggestive comments about wanting to capture everything she and her girlfriend did.

“I don’t think it will work,” Natalie said.

“Listen, they’re policemen- they can hardly afford to have videos of the sort of filth they’re into circulating Paris, can they?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have the drugs thing on me, and the photos.”

“They’ll still have it but the cost of using it will be too high.”

“So you’re suggesting we simply do what they say and then once they’ve gone we get in touch telling them we have a tape?”

“I think an email would be best- we can attach a sample so they know we’re serious.”

“I don’t know, Yvette. Its dangerous. They might come back here and tear the place apart. Then we’re worse off…”

“That’s why we’ll send copies to some safe places- email them. That’s why I got digital cameras. Any way…have you any better ideas?”

“Right now I’m wondering if your original suggestion of running away wasn’t so bad? And just hope that the shock of those photos kills both my parents before they change their will!”

But Natalie knew Yvette was right. They had no better plan. Yvette wanted to go to bed and experiment with the new cameras and the sex toys but Natalie was too nervous now. The week was almost up and she knew that their tormentor, Gaston, could call at any time.

Sure enough that night the telephone rang.

“Natalie. You know who this is. Prepare yourself and make sure your whore friend is there too. Lingerie only and heels, for both of you. Look like the sluts you are. The Sergeant and I will be visiting you at ten tonight, and we will have some important guests to introduce to you. I hope you have not been stupid enough to forget what is at stake for you?”

Natalie mumbled a reply, the sound of his voice reducing her to the trembling submissive state she had been in a week before.

Yvette knew who had called just from Natalie’s expression.

“Ten tonight,” she said.

Yvette gave her a reassuring hug.

“Be strong. Keep thinking that we’re buying our freedom. We’ll be fine.”

At ten when the doorbell rang the girls had been ready for half an hour already. Yvette turned on all three cameras and activated the audio recording devices. She gave a final hug to Natalie and then they both went to the door.

Seeing the tall Arab driver again was a shock for them both. But he was alone.

“Sergeant Dupris will be here with the others shortly,” Gaston explained.

He walked around the apartment with the two blondes following him. He whistled through his teeth at the marble bathroom, the custom designed kitchen, the huge plasma screen television and other trappings of wealth.

Both girls were terrified when he looked into the walk-in wardrobe.

“Just making sure you haven’t been stupid enough to invite someone else,” he said, returning to the sitting room.

“Now let me have a look at you.”

Yvette was wearing a tight white pair of La Perla shorts, which were cut so short they covered less than two thirds of each buttock. She had a matching half -cup bra. Natalie stood beside her, dressed in cream silk bikini briefs and a plain cream silk and lace bra. They both wore heels. Gaston moved around them looking them over. Both looked fabulous, with their blonde hair tied up, lithe limbs and tanned skin.

“Not bad,” he said to Yvette. “You look like a hooker. Whereas you look like frumpy housewife,” he spanked Natalie’s buttocks to emphasise his point. “Strip, now.”

Natalie obeyed sullenly. She dropped the bra on the floor and then began stepping out of the panties.

The driver led her naked to her bedroom and began searching through her lingerie.

“This will do…and this,” he said pulling out a tiny black g-string and a semi transparent black bra. “But before you put them on I am going to have to punish you for not preparing properly.”

He grabbed her by the hair and with the new underwear in his hand dragged her roughly to the bathroom.

“Yvette…in here, now. You should see this: this is what happens when little whores disobey me.”

He pushed Natalie’s face down into the toilet bowl and pulled out his semi-erect cock. It was, if anything, bigger than either girl remembered.

“Keep your head in the toilet where it belongs,” he said, letting a stream of piss onto the side of her face. His fingers were on her naked bottom, locating her anus and roughly penetrating her with his index finger. She gasped with shock and pain. When he had finished peeing her hair was soaked. Keeping his finger deep in her ass he pulled her upright by her hair.

“Suck my cock you filthy toilet slut,” he hissed into her face before pushing her down to his crotch. 

Natalie knelt and took the vast penis into her mouth. She retched as he held her by the hair and forced the length of it down her throat, and then began fucking her face.

“Don’t just stand there,” he said to Yvette. “Lick my ass.”

“No,” she said. “I can’t…”

“Do what your told, slut, or Sergeant Dupris is going to end tonight by taking you to the cells and having you fucked senseless by some disease ridden old dykes- and that will be after he’s finished with you. So don’t get any ideas and do what you’re told -now.”

With a great show of reluctance that reflected her horror at the thought of rimming a man, Yvette knelt behind him. Natalie was struggling to handle the relentless thrusts into her gullet, spluttering and retching, her eyes streaming as the driver gripped her firmly by her piss soaked hair.

Yvette parted the driver’s hairy buttocks and sought out his anus with the tip of her tongue, trying to keep her distance. A hand grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her face deep into the cleft between his buttocks.

“Taste it you fucking bitch,” he said. 

Yvette ran her tongue over his musky hairy asshole. She felt him twitch under the touch of her tongue. She had not thought their degradation would be so base and so extreme so quickly. 

Gaston held the two women by their hair and let them pleasure him for a while longer. He cursed them both and told them this was the easiest part of their work and they had missed a chance to please him, which might, he suggested, have saved them some of the extreme torture Dupris and his guests would hand out later that night.

“Clean up you bitch,” he said to Natalie pushing her onto the floor. “Wash my piss out of your hair. And then put the underwear I chose on and join us in the sitting room.”

He pulled Yvette to her feet and dragged her away by her hair, leaving Natalie in tears on the bathroom floor.

In the sitting room Gaston pulled Yvette towards him and suddenly kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue forced her lips apart and still yanking on her hair he sucked on her tongue. It was even more degrading to Yvette than being forced to rim him. She felt a sudden wave of panic. She could not handle this, she should have left. This was Natalie’s problem. Even if their plan worked she would have to endure god only knew what horrors in the next few hours.

Her feelings were not helped as Gaston pulled out a set of handcuffs and fixed her hands together behind her back. He went and fetched Natalie and handcuffed her too, then ordered both girls to get on their knees in the middle of the room, their backs to the door. He pushed them forwards and unable to stop themselves they both toppled over , their faces ending up pressed against the carpet, their bottoms raised to welcome anyone coming into the flat. Gaston stood behind them, appraising the view. He made both girls part their legs slightly and then stood back to survey the effect.

“Yes, you’ll do for now.”

Natalie felt horribly exposed, the gusset of her g-string stretched tight over her pussy and ass. She met Yvette’s eyes and received a wink of encouragement, even though Yvette must have been just as afraid.

As if to confirm the awful reality of their plight the doorbell rang.

“Come on up,” Gaston said into the intercom and went to open the door. 

“Sergeant, what a pleasure. Hello, sir, how are you? Excellent. Yes, hello. Right. They’re in here…” Both girls were trying to work out how many men had arrived with Sergeant Dupris.

“Very nice, indeed,” said a strange voice from behind them.

“Good work, Gaston,” said another.

“Wow- where did you find these little beauties,” said a third voice.

The sound of more footsteps on the wooden floor, and then the familiar gruff voice of Sergeant Dupris. A voice Yvette would never forget.

“Ah, how sweet. The little bitches await. What have you told them Gaston?”

“Nothing, I thought you would want to decide on their fate at the end of the night.”

“Indeed, that would be best. Now some introductions: Colonel, Your honours, Superintendent- this is Yvette,” he punctuated the statement with a hard smack on her bottom. “And this is Natalie.” Another loud smack. “ The daughter of the Comte de Nitres, no less,” he added.

A colonel? Two judges? And a Police Superintendent? Four ‘guests’, plus Dupris and the Arab. Yvette was almost relieved- she had feared there would be more. She was also glad that the chances of their blackmail tapes getting them off the hook would seem to be enhanced: these men had more to lose than a police Sergeant.

“And their discretion can be guaranteed?” asked one of the unfamiliar voices.

“Oh, yes, your honour. Absolutely guaranteed. Here I have some prints of the guarantees.”

There were various chuckles, intakes of breath and lewd comments.

Natalie realised with horror that the photos of their abuse in the Bois de Boulogne were being handed around.

“Excellent work, both of you. Now turn them around, lets have a look.”

Gaston grabbed a handful of both manes of blonde hair and hauled them up to their feet, and spun them round to face their audience.

Natalie and Yvette stood before Sergeant Dupris and his four guests. All were grey-haired and wore suits. Two were quite old- probably in their sixties. A third was instantly recognisable as being Superintendent Lafond, a high profile senior policeman. The fourth was a good-looking man with a tanned face and a muscular build. 




Natalie's Tale Ch. 04



Sergeant Dupris had a large suitcase, which he put onto the coffee table.

“I’ll start with this one, gentlemen,” said Lafond, pointing at Yvette. “Judging from the photos the other one will keep you all happy in the meantime.”

“No, please. I don’t want to do this. Please don’t,” Yvette said as Gaston pulled her towards the coffee table. All the men laughed at her futile resistance.

Dupris opened the suitcase revealing an extraordinary collection of leather and latex- straps, dildos, gags, whips, paddles: things neither girl had ever seen before in their life.

“Uncuff her and fit a spreader,” Lafond said, as he began undressing.

“Drinks are in the kitchen gentlemen, bathroom through that door,” Gaston said as he searched through the suitcase.

“Better collar the pair of them,” Dupris said, picking out two leather dog collars, which he fixed around both girl’s necks.

“I’ll have her in the bedroom to start with Gaston,” Lafond said, selecting a handful of clamps and toys from the suitcase.

“Certainly, Superintendent,” Gaston said. He had found what he was looking for- a one-metre length of wood with manacles at either end. He fixed these to each of Yvette’s ankles, forcing her legs apart. Then he clipped a chain to her collar and handed the end to the Superintendent. The men laughed as Yvette tried to follow; hobbled by the spreader bar she fell over, and was dragged unceremoniously into the bedroom.



Natalie's Tale Ch. 05



Natalie watched all this open-mouthed. Her apartment had been taken over, strange men were mixing themselves drinks in her kitchen and a superintendent of the Paris gendarmerie had just dragged her best friend into her bedroom. 

Dupris was fixing a chain to her collar and leering at her nastily. He removed her handcuffs. Behind him the good -looking man was undressing. In spite of her circumstances Natalie noted that he had a good body and a decent sized circumcised cock. When he was naked he came around to stand in front of Natalie.

“She’s all yours, Colonel,” Dupris said, handing the chain to the naked man. Dupris settled down on the sofa to watch.

The Colonel lifted Natalie’s chin up. His eyes were clear blue and piercing: she felt utterly naked under his scrutiny. She thought that she would have found this man attractive had she met him under other circumstances.

With a tug on the chain he indicated he wanted her to bend down. She obliged, but suddenly there were tears streaming down her face.

“Please, Monsieur. I don’t deserve this. Please. Let us go. Don’t let them rape us.”

The Colonel looked at her impassively. He lifted his penis so that the tip pointed at Natalie, and then drew her in towards him with the chain.

She opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips. He was gentle with her, not forcing her to gag like the big Arab, but he was also firm and clearly was not going to respond to her pleas. She resolved to submit and give him what he wanted; if she pleased him perhaps he would protect her.

Unbidden she began using her tongue on him, caressing the underside of his cock, feeling him swelling rapidly. She eased her mouth off him, marvelling at the enormous increase in size. Now that he was hard she realised he was as big as Gaston. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked on them, her fingers grazing his thighs as she did so. She was aware that the older men were sitting down next to Dupris on the sofa. All three were naked now.

She could hear grunts and moans coming from the bedroom. At one point she heard Yvette begging: “No, please, no, don’t….”

She tried to ignore it, tried not to think what was happening in there, and what was going to happen to her. Instead she worked harder on the Colonel’s impressive cock. He seemed to be enjoying her attentions.

“Now, Gaston. She’s ready,” she heard the Colonel say.

With horror she felt the grimly familiar sensation of the drivers hands on her hips. The black panties he had chosen for her were pulled down to her ankles. The head of that giant cock, the source of so much misery for her a week before was nudging against her labia.

“Use lube,” the Colonel said. “She has a long night ahead of her, we don’t want her getting sore.”

Dupris and the judges on the sofa cackled at that like some nightmarish studio audience.

Then she felt Gaston smearing some jelly onto her pussy and anus, and almost immediately he roughly forced his cock into her. He held her hips in a vice like grip and firmly shoved the entire length of his cock into her until she felt his balls pressed against her clit. At the same time the Colonel grasped her hair and forced his length down her throat.

Natalie tried desperately not to gag. Her throat began to spasm, and her legs almost gave way. Gaston worked his cock hard and fast in her pussy for a minute or two before suddenly pulling out.

“Ready, Colonel?” he enquired.

“Yes. Do it now.”

Natalie felt the tip of the Arab’s huge penis on her anus. She tried to wriggle free from the hold both men had on her, but she was helpless. She cried out in outraged fear, but the thick length of the Colonel’s cock deep in her throat allowed only a muffled moan to escape her lips, which were pressed into his dark pubic hair.

“Butt fuck the posh little bitch, Gaston,” Dupris said from the sofa.

Natalie struggled wildly as she felt her anus being stretched open. Gaston took his time but remorselessly worked the head of his cock into her. Mercifully it was not as painful as the first time he had violated her anally in the Bois de Boulogne. But it hurt, and the calls of encouragement from the audience made it even more humiliating.

“Well done Gaston,” said one of the judges. “Get the whore’s ass stretched open for us. I’m in the mood to bugger this little bitch and piss up her rectum.”

“Not before we’ve all had a turn in that ass,” said Dupris. “I’ve been looking forward to doing this slut all week.”

Natalie wept with misery at the thought of the abuse that was all she could look forward to. Right now the thought of being exposed as a drug user to her parents and shamed by the photos Gaston had seemed like something she would gladly endure. She sobbed in recognition that she was powerless to resist and her pleas were ignored. Tears streamed down her face. This seemed to arouse the Colonel who began fucking her face more vigorously, pulling on her hair cruelly with one hand. Meanwhile Gaston had finally inserted the entire length of his cock into her bottom. He held her still and allowed her some time to relax. She knew she had to somehow relax in order to alleviate the pain and the horrible yet strangely arousing urge to shit. The Colonel was not helping by pulling her breasts out of the bra and pinching and twisting her nipples with his free hand.

Gaston began pulling his cock out of her rectum. It was an incredible sensation and with shame and embarrassment Natalie felt a rush of wetness in her pussy as every nerve ending in her pelvis thrummed with the combination of pain and pleasure. If the driver had maintained that slow and steady pace she would have reached an orgasm in minutes, but after the first measured in and out he began a rougher, less forgiving rhythm. He brought his cock almost all the way out of her, leaving just the enormous bulbous head in her, and then drove it back in until his pubic hair was mashed against her distended anus and his balls slapped wetly against her pussy. The Colonel took up the same tempo, continuing to maul her breasts. 

For a long time the only sound was the occasional smothered moan from Natalie and the steady slap of the driver’s thighs on Natalie’s skin. But then Natalie began to sense a change in the Colonel’s breathing and the cock in her mouth began to swell. 

“Let’s fill this slut with spunk, Gaston,” the Colonel grunted, finally.

Gaston began slamming his cock into Natalie’s anus now, pulling his cock completely clear of her and then, before her dilated anus could close, shoving it back into her. Six times he repeated this and then with a gasp he buried his cock in her and began to come. Natalie felt every single pulse of his cock and once more experienced the extraordinary sensation of having her bowels filled with semen. This was what the Colonel had waited for. He pulled his cock from her throat and began to spray her face with his own sperm in long steady jets. One splash went across the bridge of her nose, another into her mouth, more on her forehead and chin.

Natalie gasped and moaned in misery, but she was also relieved to have endured and survived the double fucking. Perhaps they would let her rest now, she thought as Gaston extracted his cock from her anus.

“Clean his cock, slut,” the Colonel said, still holding her hair.

“Oh god, please no,” Natalie said as she saw the driver’s still hard cock being levelled at her mouth. 

Once again her throat was stuffed, this time with the unmistakable taste of her own asshole.

Bent over and exposed to the audience on the sofa she felt utterly humiliated. 

“Look at the spunk running out of that ass. What a hot little slut she is, eh, your honour?” Dupris observed.

“Indeed. I think you and Gaston have excelled yourselves. A bonus is in order for tonight’s entertainment, Dupris.”

“And the other one is even better. Better looking and more of a natural slut,” Gaston added just to add to Natalie’s sense of degradation, if that was possible while she was cleaning her own filth from the cock that had just been so deep in her ass.

In the bedroom Yvette was experiencing her own nightmare of sexual abuse and debasement. The Superintendent had dragged her into the room by her collar, her legs forced apart by the spreader bar, the laughter of the other men ringing in her ears. He picked her up and threw her onto the bed on her back, and then laid the toys out in her view on the bedside table: there were half a dozen or more crocodile clip style clamps, a butt plug, a string of golf ball sized beads, an obscenely large dildo and a . Lying there on thee same soft sheets where she and Natalie had enjoyed such tenderness Yvette felt horribly aware of the extent of their predicament. The thought of the videos and audio- tapes they would have were no comfort now. They were powerless to do anything with so many men in the apartment intent on violating them. They would have to endure the night before the tapes were any use, and Yvette began to wonder if she could endure even another hour of the sort of abuse they had been subjected to in the Bois de Boulogne the previous week.

“Right, Yvette. Lets see what we have here,” said the senior policeman unclipping her bra.

“Nice,” he said absent-mindedly pinching one of her nipples. He bent down and with a sudden tug ripped the white underwear off her. She was naked but for the collar, the spreader bar and her high heels.

Superintendent Lafond had a slightly overweight body, very pale white skin and a great deal of body hair. He was quite repulsive to Yvette. She shuddered with horror as he explained what he wanted.

“You’re going to lick my ass until I tell you to stop. I want your tongue up my shithole, is that clear? Failure will mean I punish you- starting with clamps on your tits and pussy lips.”

Yvette glanced at the vicious looking clamps. She doubted she could bear having them applied , even if the thought of rimming this repulsive man made her feel ill. 

Lafond squatted over her face. His asshole was obscured by hair. Yvette closed her eyes as he lowered his backside onto her waiting tongue.

She obeyed his commands, thanking god that he was at least clean. She tried to imagine she was licking Natalie again and worked her tongue into him as best she could. He moaned with pleasure and pressed down harder on her face. At the same time she felt his hands gripping each of her breasts. He began pinching her nipples hard. She cried out as his thumbnails dug into her.

“I told you what would happen if you took your tongue out of me,” he said climbing off her. “Now you get the clamps.”

She begged with him even as he applied them, an evil grin on his face.

“No, please, don’t…”

Burning agony shot through her body as the teeth of the first clamp bit into the skin of her right nipple. She would have screamed out loud but Lafond had pressed his ass to her mouth again.

“Want another one? No? Well taste my asshole then you filthy whore.”

Yvette obeyed as enthusiastically as she could, pushing as much of her tongue into him, trying to please him. She raised a hand to stroke his cock and balls, but to her horror he immediately got off her. 

“More disobedience. Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“I’m sorry…I thought…no please…. I beg you…”

The second clip felt even worse than the first. He sat on her face again and muffled her groans of pain and misery, but this time he faced down her body. 

“Lift up your legs, slut. I want to stretch your anus,” he said.

As she obeyed, lifting her legs, the spreader bar forcing her utter exposure, Yvette heard him lift something from the table. To her horror felt the plastic tip of something large roughly stretching her asshole open.

She gasped at the renewed pain, immediately cursing herself for involuntarily removing her tongue from his ass.

“You’re a slow learner aren’t you?” he said without climbing off her.

Suddenly a new and unprecedented agony exploded from her pussy as he applied a clamp to her labia. His buttocks muffled her scream and she writhed uncontrollably.

“Oh dear, it is going to be a long night for you, isn’t it? What are you doing with your tongue?” he asked rhetorically, and applied a second clamp to her labia. 

This time she managed to keep her tongue busy in his anus, slurping wetly, trying to ignore the agony in her crotch, the throbbing in her nipples. Soon he resumed work on her own asshole.

“You’re going to take this butt plug in your ass, slut, and keep it there all night. When your anus is not being used by me or my friends you will have this plug in you from now on.”

He forced the thickest part of the plug into her sphincter. Yvette had to fight the urge to scream such was the discomfort of this sudden violation. Somehow she managed to keep working on him.

“Better,” he said, beginning to tug the plug out of her. He withdrew it until the thickest part of it was stretching her anus wide open. It felt worse than when Gaston had sodomised her the week before. She screamed into his backside again.

He shoved the plug back into her and without any warning applied another clamp, this one across her clitoris. She thought she would pass out, but found, through the intense pain that another sensation was building in her. Just as a week before when her violation had unleashed an undiscovered part of her libido, so in the midst of this degradation and sexual torture Yvette found a growing buzz of excitement and physical abandonment building in her loin. She was disgusted at herself but knew that her pussy was getting wet.

He climbed off her again and turned her over onto her front, the clamps snagging painfully on the bedclothes. She felt the plug being extracted from her backside. She could feel him staring at her.

“I want to fuck this pretty little asshole, now that it’s gaping so nicely.”

Yvette was glad that the plug was out, and had already noted that Lafond had a smaller than average penis. This should be all right she thought. He climbed onto her and she felt his erection pushing at her sore backside. He entered her easily and began pumping furiously. With his breath in her ears, muttering obscenities, and the constant tugging on the clamps it was worse than she had imagined, but mercifully he reached his climax rapidly. With a cryo f triumph he began to come, his hips grinding hard against her buttocks. 

“Take my spunk in your shit hole you little bitch,” he hissed into her ear. He seemed to continue pumping his come into her for an age. Finally he pulled out of her and she waited in grim expectation for him to force her to suck him clean. She was right to expect it, but to her horror she saw him pick up the enormous dildo he had brought from Dupris’ suitcase. Yanking her head up by the hair he shoved his softening, dirty cock into her mouth and at the same time violently assaulted her ravaged asshole with the dildo. It must have been a foot long, and was as thick as a man’s wrist at its base, slightly thinner at the head. Lafond drove it into her anus without the slightest consideration for her pain. His semen lubricated its passage but the forced dilation of her sphincter still caused searing pain. She knew better than to cry out but it was a ghastly reminder of the brutal anal rape she had been subjected to a week earlier. 

“Now drink my piss,” Lafond said after what seemed like an age of this abuse.

Immediately her mouth flooded with hot salty liquid. Yvette gulped as fast as she could. The pumping of the dildo in her anus continued, the only slight comfort being that her muscles had dilated completely now. She gave herself up to it, swallowing his piss and surrendering her anus and rectum to him and the thick plastic dildo, squelching in and out of her anus.

Through the open bedroom door Yvette could hear Natalie pleading, and the sound of several men laughing. She heard the slap of hands on bare skin, heavy breathing and grunts. Lafond seemed distracted by the sounds from the other room. He removed the dildo, replacing it immediately with the plug. He held up the big plastic cock he had just removed from her bottom. It glistened with streaks of his sperm and the juices from her ass. She opened her mouth obediently, utterly resigned to the horrors of this monster’s depraved desires now, and he shoved it into her throat.

“Good bitch. Clean up after yourself.”

He took the clamps off her nipples and pussy.

“We can take these off…for now.” He said with another nasty grin. He removed the spreader bar allowing Yvette to close her aching legs and relieve the tension in her thighs. But the relief was short lived. He took the dildo from her mouth, inspected it, and after briefly returning it to her mouth to clean it properly, crammed it into her pussy. Her rectum was stuffed with the plug and this made her pussy exceptionally tight. She tried to spread herself but the sudden invasion of her pussy was renewed torture.

“Lets go and see what’s happening to your little friend. Can’t keep you all to myself, can I?”

“Please…haven’t you done enough?” she begged, writhing with the discomfort of the double penetration.

Lafond looked at her and laughed, gathering up the chain attached to her collar.

“Hold that dildo in your cunt, bitch, and come with me.”

With a sense of utter despair Yvette realised that their ordeal was only just beginning.

To be continued:

I have had a lot of feedback to this series in particular and feel I must give some credit to my friend, who I call Natalie here to protect her identity. She assures me that all this really happened to her and a girlfriend- I have added no embellishments. You'll have to decide whether you believe her incredible story for yourself. I for one have greatly enjoyed putting her verbal account into writing, and our meetings when she has recounted her experiences to me have been pleasurable in many other ways.

I welcome your comments, suggestions and criticisms, and I do try to answer all correspondence as soon as possible. 



Natalie's Tale Ch. 06



Natalie glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece in the sitting room of her exclusive Paris apartment. Not yet eleven o’clock. Incredibly it was only an hour since this awful ordeal had begun. It already felt like a lifetime.

She felt utterly humiliated and debased. Her face was splattered with semen, and more was oozing from her anus. She had been positioned on all fours in the middle of the floor after Gaston and the Colonel had finished with her mouth and bottom. The audience on the sofa – Sergeant Dupris and the two older men who were apparently judges- were preparing to take their turns with Natalie now, standing around her, examining her. Natalie shuddered with horror as she felt their hands on her breasts and buttocks. Dupris, holding the chain attached to her collar, seemed to take immense pleasure in administering a hard spanking to each of her buttocks. The older men laughed as she protested and tried to escape the blows raining down on the tight cheeks of her bottom. Fingers were pinching her nipples, someone was rubbing at her clit, and one of the older men had positioned himself in front of her, and was holding a semi erect cock up to her lips. Despite the grey pubic hair it was an impressive size – not as long as the Arab or the Colonel, but at least as thick and not yet fully erect. 

“Suck on that, dear, while the Sergeant unloads in your bottom,” the judge said to her.

“No…not my ass…please…no more…”

More laughter as with a feeling of revulsion Natalie felt the flabby belly of the police sergeant leaning over her buttocks. The hard tip of his penis was being pressed against the sticky wetness of her anus as she opened her mouth to take the judge’s cock.

Dupris fucked her cruelly, pulling completely out of her before roughly shoving it back in. Tears flowed down her face, but the second judge was fingering her clit and nipples with more than a little expertise. In spite of the horror of the situation an uncontrollable rush of pleasure was building in her. She came with a violent lurch and a shudder. The Sergeant and the judges found this hilarious as Natalie tried to gasp for air around the immensely thick penis jammed into her mouth. Her jaw ached, but still the old man thrust into her throat. Dupris resumed spanking her ass, grunting with the effort of driving his cock into her stretched anus. The enormous load of sperm the driver had pumped into her rectum lubricated her so that the pain was less intense. The expert fingers were still working on her clit and to her shame and horror Natalie realised she was going to climax again.

“Looks like we’re just in time,” said Superintendent Lafond as he came through the door. Yvette hobbled painfully after him, one hand pressed into her crotch to keep the enormous dildo in her pussy. Her mouth and asshole stuffed with cock Natalie still managed to make eye contact with Yvette. Both girls were doubly devastated – their own degradation was bad enough, but seeing the abject state of their friend compounded the horror of their plight.

“Yes…yes…take it you bitch,” Dupris cried out as he shot his sperm into Natalie’s rectum. He pulled out immediately with a wet plop. Yvette, half doubled over with the pain of having both her pussy and ass stuffed with large sex toys, looked with fascinated horror at her friends gaping anus. It seemed hard to imagine how the tight puckered rubbery skin of Natalie’s most intimate orifice had been dilated to that extent.

Dupris moved to Natalie’s head as the judge drew his cock from her mouth. Yvette marvelled at the extraordinary girth of the old man’s cock. It was at least as thick as a beer can.

“God no, I can’t…please…pleeeeeeeeease…” Natalie begged, as she realised what was about to happen. 

The judge positioned himself behind her upturned buttocks and pressed the apple sized head of his cock against the ring of her sphincter. The other judge used both hands to spread Natalie’s buttocks wider. The only thing that kept her from screaming out loud now was Dupris, who shoved his cock into her mouth, yanking her mane of blonde hair savagely.

Painfully, slowly, the massive thickness of the cock stretching her inched it’s way into Natalie’s rectum. Her eyes were wide open with pain and fear. The taste of sperm and her own asshole flooded her mouth as Dupris used her tongue to clean himself. Natalie had thought that the humiliation and desperate misery could not get worse, but this new assault on her bottom pushed her to new depths. She wanted to die, but even as she thought it the judge began a steady pumping rhythm in her anus which sent explosions of pleasure through her pussy. Dupris pulled his cock from her mouth just as a huge and unexpected orgasm roared in Natalie’s ears. She opened her mouth and cried out: “Jesus Christ, yes…fuck…yes…yes…”

With a gasp the judge fucking her began to come too. He held her hips and for the first time drove the base of his cock, the thickest part, into Natalie’s utterly ravaged anus. She felt huge long pulses of his semen erupting in her asshole. The waves of pleasure passed and she wept once more at the shame of what was happening to her.

Yvette was not allowed to watch this unfolding tableau for long. The Colonel had approached her soon after Lafond had brought her into the room. His intentions were clear and soon Yvette was kneeling sucking his substantial cock to renewed hardness. Lafond kept a hold of her chain leash and issued instructions.

“Lick his cock, slut. And his balls. If you’re lucky I’ll let you rim him before he fucks your slutty asshole.”

Yvette gobbled hungrily on the Colonel’s cock, trying to ignore the ache in her pussy and ass.

“I think I’d like to take her to the bathroom and have some fun with her there,” the Colonel said, as if he was discussing what to have for lunch.

“Good idea,” Lafond replied.

Yvette could see out of the corner of her eye that the second judge was positioning himself behind Natalie, who was evidently about to be sodomised for the fourth time. The first judge was holding his cock with a look of extreme distaste: the inevitable functioning of Natalie’s bowels had left him smeared with her filth. Natalie gagged and retched as she was forced to clean him, while Dupris told her what a filthy whore she was, smacking his soft cock against her cheeks even as she sucked and slurped her own dirt from the freakishly fat cock which had just stretched her anus so terribly.

The second judge, who had fingered Natalie so expertly, was manipulating her clit even as he worked his average sized cock into her bottom with a wet squelching fart of trapped air. Despite the obscene and utter degradation she felt as she struggled to clean the cock in her mouth, she found herself once more responding to the old man’s touch. She came again with a strangled cry of abandoned joy, drool running down her chin, her asshole a mess of semen clenching wetly around the cock relentlessly violating her, pussy juice coating her thighs.

“Filthy fucking whore,” Dupris said, applying a nipple clamp to Natalie’s left breast.

Yvette watched all this as the Colonel forced the entire length of his cock into her throat. She relaxed her gullet and suppressed her gag reflex. She lifted her hands to cup his balls and stroke the cheeks of his ass. She wanted to make him come in her mouth, afraid of what his cock might do to her anus, even now that she had been stretched on the butt plug for so long. The dildo in her pussy slid free, falling to the ground with a soft thud. The relief was intense, and she prayed that Lafond would not notice and punish her for it.

A groan from the man pumping away at Natalie’s bottom announced that the fourth load of sperm had been released in her bowels. 

“Lets take them both into the bathroom,” Lafond said. “These sluts need hosing down.”

There was laughter at this. As Natalie and Yvette were dragged to their feet they exchanged another emotion filled glance. Both were totally dishevelled, eye make up smeared on their faces by their tears, hair tangled. But both had begun, each in her own way, to resign herself to her fate. Resistance was futile and seemed only to invite more severe treatment. It was going to be a long ordeal, that much they both knew.

The bathroom in Natalie’s apartment had been refurbished as a wet room a few months earlier. It was unusually large and completely tiled on floor and walls with exquisite Italian marble. In one corner a large shower area was half enclosed by a glass partition. In the centre of the floor stood a double sized bath, custom made with claw feet and roll top edges.

A low level toilet and bidet sat next to each other in the opposite corner to the shower.

Chrome heated towel rails warmed half a dozen fluffy white towels. It was a room Natalie and Yvette had spent a lot of time in over the last few days, having long relaxing baths together, sharing their new found tender intimacy and trying to reassure each other about the impending horrors that they knew lay in wait at the hands of Dupris and Gaston. Somehow this made it harder for the two friends to find themselves standing naked in just their heels and collars in this beautiful room. Large though it was, with both girls, Gaston, Lafond, Dupris, the Colonel and the two judges the room was crowded.

“I think we will start with my young friend Yvette,” said Lafond. “On all fours, facing the wall” he ordered.

Yvette got down on the marble tiles, her bottom facing the men who were lined up along the wall. Natalie saw the end of the butt plug emerging from her friend’s ass, and watched amazed as Lafond extracted it with a steady slow tug. The dark skin of Yvette’s sphincter dilated around the thick part of the plug. Lafond worked the black plug in and out a couple of times and then removed it completely. A clear fluid, the remants of Lafond’s semen , coated the inside of Yvette’s anus which gaped wide open. Despite having seen this a week ago when her friend had been repeatedly sodomised, Natalie watched fascinated. She wondered if her own asshole was so distended. She slid a finger into it, and felt the steady thick ooze of the multiple loads of semen. To her surprise and relief her anus did not really hurt anymore, it just felt tender.

Yvette felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her abused bottom. She blushed with shame. Lafond moved behind her and then she felt a stream of liquid splashing on her buttocks. 

“Fill her ass with piss,” she heard Dupris say, at the same time as Lafond adjusted his aim and she felt the weird sensation of warm fluid entering her distended anus. 

“My turn,” the Colonel said, as Lafond shook the last drops onto Yvette’s bottom. Yvette shuddered with a mixture of disgusted shame and wanton lustfulness as another stream of urine directed at her asshole. 

“Now, help clean your friend up,” Lafond said to Natalie, pulling her down and shoving her face between Yvette’s buttocks.

The smell and taste of the urine was just about bearable, and Natalie tenderly lapped at her friend’s asshole. A mixture of piss and come oozed from Yvette’s puckered hole, which was slowly returning to a more natural state of tightness. 

“Look at these sluts?” Dupris said. “Aren’t they fantastic?”

“Not bad at all,” Lafond said. “Now lets allow Yvette to drink from the same source. On your back,” he ordered, roughly turning Yvette over so that she lay on her back. The other men gathered in close, crouching down to get the best view as Natalie was made to squat over her friend’s face. Even squatting down was enough to cause a torrent of sperm to flow from her anus, dripping onto Yvette’s lips and into her open mouth.

“Squeeze it out, bitch,” Dupris said twisting Natalie’s nipples cruelly.

Yvette raised her hands to support Natalie’s buttocks as she lowered her anus directly onto her friend’s lips. It was so humiliating, so utterly gross to have to drink these revolting men’s ejaculations from her friend’s abused rectum. But it aroused her so much. Someone’s hands were on her pussy, massaging her clit even as she sucked and slurped hungrily at Natalie’s ass, gobbling the contents of her bowels. A thumb working on her clit made her come, and still the flow from Natalie’s bottom continued. Fingers were stretching her pussy open and searching out her g-spot. She came hard, caught by surprise, her body bucking.

“The fucking whore gets off on this,” Dupris said.

“Lets see how she likes having her asshole gang fucked like her friend.”

The Colonel pulled Natalie off Yvette’s face. 

“In the bath,” he ordered her as the two judges closed in. Natalie knelt in the bathtub. The two men stood on either side directing their cocks at her face.

“Open wide dear,” one of them said, and they both unleashed a stream of piss into her mouth.

“Drink it down,” the other one said.

Natalie did as she was told. She could see the other men positioning Yvette. Gaston was using his fist to bring his huge cock to full hardness while the Colonel spanked the struggling blonde across her pussy.

“Give him your asshole you dirty little whore,” Dupris said.

“God, no, please, not again,” Yvette begged. “Please let me go, I beg you.”

Gaston grunted with effort as he forced her writhing hips to stay still so he could impale her anus on his cock.

“Nooooooo…” Yvette wailed, before her mouth was stuffed with the butt plug which had been in her ass most of the evening.

The men gang fucked Yvette’s anus. All six of them took a turn. When each had finished Natalie, kneeling, piss soaked in the bath, was pressed into service to clean Yvette’s shit and juice from their cocks, before being ordered to drink another stream of piss. It took some of the men a long time to come this time, and by the time the last had finished- the judge with the hugely thick penis went last, filling Yvette's sloppy rectum with another huge load of sperm- Gaston was rock hard and ready to go again. They simply picked Yvette up, limp and moaning and put her in the bath. Natalie was dragged struggling to take her place on all fours. Without even pausing Gaston, for the second time that night, drove his cock into Natalie’s rectum, proceeding to sodomise her for what felt like an eternity to the poor abused young aristocrat.

“We shouldn’t let this go to waste,” Lafond said. 

Natalie looked over her shoulder as Gaston continued pounding into her. Dupris and the Colonel were lifting Yvette, her resistance a feeble struggle.

“Flip the slut over,” Dupris said to Gaston.

The Arab picked Natalie up without fully removing his cock from her sopping wet anus and flipped her onto her back, pinning her legs up onto her chest and butt fucking her with renewed vigour.

“Oh, god, no, please don’t…” Natalie said as Yvette was lowered onto her face.

Six men had violated Yvette’s anus and it was pink and swollen, but otherwise miraculously unscathed. Natalie only prayed that after Gaston’s assault she would be as lucky.

In a rush Yvette emptied her rectum into her friends mouth. It caught Natalie by surprise and she almost choked on the heavy gobbets of spunk, stained and bitter juices. It was the most obscene and disgusting thing they had yet subjected Natalie too. Afterwards, even as Gaston continued to relentlessly bugger her she wept with renewed, abject shame and misery.

The men were tiring now, but reluctant to end the night. The girls were kept at work in the bathroom, forced to drink more piss, violated with toys, tortured with clamps and spanked and slapped, but it was sporadic and lacked the intensity of the earlier humiliation. For their part Natalie and Yvette sensed with relief they hardly dared believe that the nightmare was almost over. They were ordered to shower and wash themselves, obeying this command more enthusiastically than any other that night, unsurprisingly.

So it was with a certain amount of horror that they greeted the sight that awaited them in the sitting room when they staggered in, as ordered, on high heels, each with a butt plug inserted.

Gaston and the Colonel stood awaiting them sporting erections that looked as intimidating and vigorous as they had done several hours earlier.

“Ah, look, the poor dears though we’d finished with them,” Dupris said with a cackle. He and the other men were relaxing, fully dressed now, on the sofas.

“A nice finale,” said Lafond. “Gaston, if you’d be so good.”

Gaston got down on his back on the floor.

“Yvette- get his cock up your arse now,” Lafond ordered pulling the butt plug out of her. She did not even bother protesting, simply squatting over the prone Arab, her back to him , grasping the huge cock and with a grimace easing him into her bottom.

“Natalie- eat her pussy-and make it good. Gaston will need to feel that asshole twitching if he’s ever going to come again- and trust me-he’s raping that asshole until he comes.”

Natalie positioned herself between Yvette and Gaston’s legs. She dipped her head and began to nuzzle gently at Yvette’s clitoris.

“Off you go Colonel, she’s all yours,” Lafond said, relishing his role as ringmaster.

For what felt like the thousandth time that night Natalie felt her ass being stretched open. The Colonel was brutally rough with her. She tried to focus on pleasuring Yvette, using a hand to caress the Arab’s balls to try and hasten things. 

It made no difference. Both men were tired and it took every ounce of Yvette and Natalie’s energies to get them to come again. When they did the four figures on the floor of the sitting room collapsed in a heaving heap.

“Now, the coup de grace,” said Lafond. 

Natalie gasped in shock as she felt his fingers on her recently vacated anus. Four fingers firmly pressing into her.

“No, I can’t, you’ll kill me,” she moaned. 

“Fist the sluts,” Dupris said.

“No, you bastard, please no,” Yvette cried out as the Colonel began forcing his hand into her rectum.

It took several long, tortured minutes but finally both girls were subjected to the agony of an anal fisting. 

When it was over Natalie and Yvette lay on the floor sobbing softly. The men seemed to be getting ready to leave. Both of them were shattered, wracked with pain and humiliated beyond anything they could have imagined. But they clung to the hope that this was the end of it. They hugged each other protectively.

“See you next week then girls,” said Dupris standing over them.

“Yes, same time next week, ladies,” Lafond said, pulling on an overcoat. “Though of course now we’re all acquainted one or more of us may want to visit here and further your education at any time.”

“Yes, I think we might,” said the Colonel running a hand idly over Natalie’s exposed breast.

“Fuck off, you bastards,” Natalie said, pulling herself away from the Colonel’s touch.

“Shhh, baby, calm down,” Yvette said, drawing her back to her.

“Yes, calm down and learn some respect,” the Colonel said, twisting Natalie’s nipple violently.

“Ahh, no, stop, please…” Natalie gasped.

Dupris joined in, holding his cigarette between his lips, bending down to grab her other nipple, his fingers groping between her buttocks to stab painfully into her sore distended anus.

“No, please no more. I’m sorry, I beg you, please,” Natalie sobbed, writhing in agony.

The Colonel released his grip and stood up. Dupris continued to jab at her ass and torture her nipple.

“Filthy fucking bitch. I’ve a good mind to fist fuck you again you disrespectful whore.”

“Leave her, Dupris,” the Colonel said sternly.

Dupris obeyed, reluctantly. He drew on his cigarette.

“Slut needs to learn manners,” he said. He bent again, took the burning cigarette end and touched the underside of Natalie’s breast with it. She howled in pain.

“I said leave her,” the Colonel said angrily.

“Gentlemen, please. We’re all tired.” Lafond stepped in. “Until next week my little whores,” he said. “You’ve behaved well tonight so for now legal proceedings against you will be put on hold. We will discuss whether to inform your parents and present the photographic evidence of your disgusting behaviour in the Bois de Boulogne to them. We may give you a decision after our next meeting- it depends on how obedient you are. Is that clear?”




Natalie's Tale Ch. 06



Natalie’s eyes blazed with fury, but Yvette held her tight.

“Yes, sir, we understand. Thank you sir.”

The door closed behind their tormentors. Yvette went quickly and double locked it. She helped Natalie to her feet and they made their way to the bathroom, moving painfully, muscles aching, their bodies protesting at every step.

“Its over, Nat. All over now. They’ll never be able to hurt us again.”

They stood together in each other’s arms under the shower, the water streaming over them.

“Now we can plot a little bit of revenge, my darling.”

Natalie looked into her friend’s sparkling eyes and for the first time in hours smiled.

The End.

Comments welcome . As I have said before I must thank ‘Natalie’ for allowing me to relate her remarkable story. She has told me about other experiences which in due course I hope to put down. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this and my other stories