2 comments/ 233658 views/ 6 favorites Rebecca By: teniellejd The door opened. For a brief moment, the sounds of the party downstairs snuck in; music, laughter, a voice trying to rise above everything else ... then the door closed. Footsteps came slowly across the room towards her. Rebecca didn't turn around from the window. She was standing there, staring out into the night at a well lit garden and the city lights far beyond. She was wearing a long cocktail dress, backless and made out of black velvet; a slit up the side revealed a decent amount of her fine legs. 'Do you want it now?' Rebecca said. 'It's not Andrew.' 'What -?' she began, but he was already behind her, his strong hands on her generous hips, stopping her from turning around. 'What's going on?' she struggled in his grasp, 'Where is Andrew?' 'He said I could borrow you for awhile,' the man said, 'He said you'd understand given the nature of your agreement with him.' Rebecca felt the hard lump of his erection pressing against her soft behind. She stiffened but yielded a little at the same time. 'Where is Andrew? I want to speak with Andrew?' she said, more desperately. 'I didn't agree to this.' 'But he did,' the man said, kissing her delicate shoulders and exposed back. 'He said if you want him to keep quiet then you should do as I say.' Rebecca continued to squirm, but he was too strong. She stared helpless as he continued to feel along her fine body, up to her breasts, then down to her thighs. His hands found the long slit in her skirt and came back up again, until she felt cool air on her skin. Her dress had been raised, exposing her small black g-string. She felt his crotch press against her almost bare ass, while his hands came around the front and began to stroke her vagina through the silky fabric of her g-string. 'Please stop,' she begged, her breath become a little bit shorter. 'Shutup,' the man said, 'He said I could do what I want with you. Take your panties off. And don't turn around, I want you to look out the window.' Rebecca hesitated, then slowly did what he said, sweeping her skirt to one side and taking down her g-string to her knees, exposing to sex to the cool air. She heard the man unzipping his pants. 'Nice,' he said. 'You should keep busy looking good and stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.' Rebecca swallowed some angry words, but kept silent. She braced herself for penetration. It came in one stiff thrust, filling up her tight vagina and making her scream slightly and grab hold of the windowsill. His cock was large, bigger than she'd ever had. He rammed himself into her, slapping against her soft ass and reaching forward to grope her breasts. He moaned and bit at her neck and began to fuck her faster until the flesh of her thighs and buttocks was shaking like jelly. Rebecca moaned loudly, staring out the window, her mouth hanging open, not sure if she was enjoying it or not, she felt pleasure and disgust at the same time, but also found the experience strangely erotic. She imagined the stranger to be strong and handsome, even if he was impolite and was fucking her like an animal. She clenched her pussy tightly on the invading cock and felt warmth spreading throughout her abdomen as she got wetter and wetter. 'Oh yes,' the man said, slowly down a little, 'Your so fucking good.' He kept thrusting until finally she felt him withdraw, then she was quickly turned around. Before she could look at him she was pushed to her knees, his large cock in her face as he jerked himself, his body rigid. 'Oh yes,' he said. He wasn't as handsome as she fantasized, but not too bad. The large cock was suddenly in her mouth and she began sucking the smooth head, trying to take in as much as she could, but not really succeeding. 'Suck me,' the man moaned. She felt hot semen explode into her mouth, salty as sea water, making her choke and swallow a large mouthful. More came and it ran out of her mouth and down her chin. The man grabbed her hair and pushed his cock further into her mouth, his body jerking. Rebecca felt she would drown if she had to swallow any more of his semen. Finally he began to calm down and withdrew his messy cock, which began to shrink. It was covered in saliva and come. Rebecca remained on her knees and wiped her mouth with the back of her delicate hand. The Man put his member away and walked back to the door. 'He has some other assignments,' he said. 'He instructed me to tell you that.' Then he left. Rebecca rose and pulled her g-string back on, then lowered her dress, her pussy still buzzing from the brief sex. She found a serviette and began to wipe the semen off her chin and her chest, where it had begun to run into her small cleavage. She took another drink of wine, to wash the taste away and stared out the window again, wondering who would be next. Rebecca Reaching the end of her tether Rebecca hung up the telephone. She had now had more than enough of John's childish behaviour. If he wanted to spend time down the pub with his footballing mates then fine it's his funeral. They had argued as she accused him of devoting so little time to her, her fury then compounded as he failed to even react or try and counter her points, made her finally realise that enough was enough because this was little more than confirmation that he took their relationship for granted. As she looked down at the telephone it sat there silently. Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered the earlier days they had been together when like all couples they had fairly inconsequential arguments where one of them would put the phone down and the other would immediately ringback offering heartfelt apologies. Today he had not rung her back, there was no apology, and with it she finally resigned herself to no hope. Feeling the sinking pain in her stomach of knowing that her relationship with John was over she turned and dashed up the stairs to her bedroom. Sitting on her bed she looked at herself in the mirror as tears streamed down her face. Her vision blurred from the tears. She leant forward, taking a tissue from the box on her desk, before wiping her eyes clear of the salty tears. Her vision cleared and her regained sight saw her focus on the picture wedged in the frame of the mirror. Taking the photograph down she smiled as she looked at the two smiling faces looking back at her. She giggled as she recalled that happy day which seemed such a very long time ago. Rebecca had remained good friends with Jemma, they had seen a little less of each other once John had entered her life, she reached over to the bedside table to her telephone. Picking the receiver up she tapped in the number that she had dialled so many times. "Hi Jemma." "Rebecca, how are you?" Jemma replied. "Been better honey. You able to come on over?" As Rebecca said this she felt her eyes sting with fresh tears. How could she have neglected, albeit in a small way, her best friend? Composing herself she continued, "I think John and I may be finished. No one's home and I could do with a friendly shoulder in case the tears return." "No problems, consider me already on my way." ****** It had only occurred to Rebecca once she had terminated the call that it was a Saturday lunchtime on a beautiful Summer's day. In her annoyance with John she had called Jemma and now as a result her friend was making her way here. What if Jemma had plans, what had she sacrificed to come to Rebecca's aid. The warm feeling she was getting thinking of her friend's imminent arrival was coupled with the guilt. The doorbell rang, Rebecca dashed to greet Jemma, kissing her cheek softly as she welcomed her in. "I am so sorry for disturbing your day it's so selfish. I never asked what you were doing or had planned." "Whoa, slow down. Firstly, I wasn't doing anything much and had nothing scheduled. Secondly, and possibly more importantly, are we not friends? If we can't be there for one another who can you count on? Now come here." With that Jemma hugged her friend tightly to her. They walked into the kitchen and Rebecca made them a coffee. They sat at the table chatting about life in general, both skirting round the issue that had brought Jemma here, sipping their drinks. Finally Jemma decided to raise the subject of John. "So tell me what's up with you two then?" "My family are away this weekend, I could have gone with them for a break, anyway I stayed back here. You see I had planned for John and I to spend a 'weekend away' here… if you get my meaning?" Jemma nodded understanding exactly what Rebecca had had in mind. "I thought we could spend the night together for the first time. I mean we have had sex on a number of occasions but this would have been a night where we could relax, make love, then wake up next to one another." "And the problem was?" "John did not think my plans were that special. He asked what was wrong with going down the pub with his mates as usual. I told him I thought it would be nice for the two of us to spend a special evening together, alone. In the end I lost my temper and put the phone down. He didn't both ringing back. So I guess that's that so to speak." "Well I wont lie to you it does sound pretty terminal doesn't it? Do you want some advice?" "Sure, that's another reason for calling you." "Okay. If I were you I would phone him and call it all off. You never know he may surprise you and ask you to reconsider. Then you decide if you want him. If he accepts what you say then you are well rid of him, but he could always come to his senses in the future and may end up begging you to have him back. Again it's your decision if you take him back, which of course would be on your terms. One way or another the call will sort things out." "See, I knew ringing you was the right thing to do." Rebecca replied smiling. "I'll ring him now." She walked across the kitchen and picked up the phone. She dialled the number and waited while it rang. "John, its me. Yes I was annoyed with you." She looked across at Jemma for support, she lifted her thumb and smiled, Rebecca smiled as her chest filled with confidence. "Anyway, I made an effort for us John, but you are not interested in us are you?" Jemma sensed that John was reasoning with Rebecca as she had paused and was listening. "I hear what you say John….no I do…..it's just I think we are too different……….no I care about you and I kind of guess you do care about me……look it's not working as we want different things at the moment. I want to call it a day………who knows in the future we can see, but right now no I don't want to be with you anymore." Rebecca's eyes began to fill with tears. "I am sorry but we need to split. It's bad enough losing you as a lover but I don't want to lose a friend. Okay lets speak during the week. Take care John." As she put the phone down the tears flowed. Jemma wrapped her arms around Rebecca, letting her rest her face on her shoulders, she hugged her tightly as she felt her friend's body convulsing as she sobbed. She stroked Rebecca's shoulder length brown hair as she tried to calm her friend. After a short time Rebecca recovered her composure. "I am so sorry Jemma." "Come on now, there's no need for that is there." "No, there is. I have neglected our friendship while I was with John. Now I need you, then you are here. I don't deserve a friend like you." "Right let me make one thing clear young lady!" Jemma said. "We are friends, which goes very deep. You did not neglect me I understood you spent time with John but we still met up. As for helping, we have grown up together, we are close. If the boot were on the other foot you would have helped me." At nineteen Jemma was a little older than Rebecca and she would often joke and tell her that she was like her older sister. They sat on the sofa, Rebecca put a CD on, and they began chatting. Soon they were reminiscing about all of their good times in the past. "We have had a laugh or two haven't we?" Jemma asked. "Oh yes, remember the sleep overs?" Jemma covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled. "Not like the sleep over you planned tonight though were they." "No, we were innocent in those days." "Remember the kissing practice?" Jemma asked. They both laughed. "We were so keen to be good kissers. Sitting in your room tentatively kissing each other. I think it must have worked as I have had no complaints!" Rebecca flushed as she remembered them sitting on the bed lightly kissing one another, but also as she felt slight tingles as she recalled how she had enjoyed kissing Jemma. "I guess the thought of us kissing would have got John over here double quick." "So John was interested in seeing two girls then?" Jemma asked. "I think all men want that." They both laughed at this. Rebecca looked at Jemma sat there in her Jeans and T-shirt. Her blond hair framing her pretty face and beautiful brown eyes. Suddenly Rebecca felt the urge to kiss her friend and before she had chance to think she leaned forward to Jemma and softly cupped her cheeks in her hands. Very gently she kissed Jemma's lips before tenderly extending the tip of her tongue from her mouth. She applied a little pressure against Jemma's lips and parted them. Her tongue entered Jemma's mouth and they began to kiss one another once more. When their embrace parted Rebecca looked into Jemma's eyes and broke the silence. "Sorry. I had almost forgotten how good that was." "Mmmmm. No need to apologise." Now the communication between them was almost telepathic as no words were said. Jemma moved her body so that she reclined back on the sofa. Rebecca lowered herself next to her, they began kissing once more, she had decided that she wanted her friend but she wanted things to go slowly at first. Jemma's lips felt too soft as she gently reciprocated Rebecca's passionate kisses. The silence was occasionally broken by the sounds of their lips kissing and smacking as they disappeared into their own world where they were completely alone. After a couple of moments Rebecca pulled herself up and away from Jemma. Extending her hand forward she flicked a curl of Jemma's hair from her forehead. "You are so beautiful Jemma. I am not practising my kissing now. This is for real; I have to admit I am more than fond of you. I think……I really really love you." Any fears that Rebecca may have had that her advances would upset Jemma were soon allayed. "I love you Rebecca." She reached up and pulled her friend to her as they continued their embrace. "Would you like to stay with me tonight?" She asked, Jemma just nodded as they carried on kissing. Rebecca's hand slipped under the material of Jemma's T-shirt. Snaking up it encountered the soft material of Jemma's bra. As her hand cupped the swell of Jemma's breast she noticed that her nipple was stiffening. Their moans were stifled as they kissed. "Shall we go upstairs? Are you sure you are comfortable with this?" Rebecca asked. Jemma smiled, "Nothing I'd rather do." They moved off of the settee and walked hand in hand up the stairs. Once in her bedroom Rebecca gently laid Jemma back on the bed. Her hands slowly pulled at the base of Jemma's T-shirt raising it higher until she had lifted it over her head. Looking down she saw Jemma's 34B breasts as they rose and fell with her black lacy bra. Then she knelt before Jemma and began unbuckling her belt. Then she slowly unbuttoned the waist, lowered the zip, then she gently loosened the waist of Jemma's jeans. Tugging the denim lower and lower she freed her legs from the trousers. She smiled as she looked up at Jemma. Slowly Rebecca undid the waistband of her skirt. The material fell and crumpled at her feet. She stepped out of circle of fabric that now lay on the floor. "See I had even made an effort with my underwear!" She turned allowing Jemma to see her white thong. Facing away from the bed she undid the buttons of her top and pulled the top open. She turned to face Jemma exposing her 36D breasts, which were cupped in an expensive white lace bra. "John is a fool!" Jemma said smiling. With that Rebecca crawled onto the bed and took Jemma in her arms. After all of the time they had previously spent together neither of them would have thought that there would be any surprises or novelties between them but now they looked at and touched one another as if they had just met. Their two bodies were, given their youth, firm and supple. Jemma freed Rebecca's breasts from the white lace cups. Rebecca let out a deep sigh as Jemma's mouth clamped over her left nipple. She realised that she was becoming damp. She had never been this aroused with John. Moving her body Rebecca placed her hands on the waist of Jemma's panties. Placing her thumbs inside the elastic she started to draw them away from Jemma's groin. Jemma parted her legs allowing Rebecca access to her innermost self. It was clear that Jemma was as aroused as her friend because her juices were visible. Closing in she marvelled at how sexy Jemma's neatly trimmed blond pubic hair was and below how pink and soft her labia looked like. Extending her tongue Rebecca started to lick very gently at the sensitive skin. Jemma's clitoris was erect and protruded from her clitoral hood. Rebecca made sure that she concentrated on drawing her tongue backwards and forwards over the centre of Jemma's pleasure. "Oh that's it…..Jesus yes lick me darling." Jemma's hands were clasping at the back of Rebecca's head forcing it down deeper, squashing her flicking tongue harder against her erect clitoris. Jemma felt the spreading warm sensation of her climax as her muscles momentarily relaxed before her body seemed to explode as she came. As Jemma arched her back Rebecca looked up at her friend. Jemma's eyes were closed and her chest was red and flushed. Her nipples were erect and pointing skyward as she shrieked and moaned. Rebecca felt her lover's hands gently lifting her head trying to prise her tongue from her sensitive groin. Slowly she licked and kissed her way up over Jemma's body lingering over her heaving chest as it rose and fell with her laboured breath. Neither of them spoke for moments as they came face to face and began kissing. The kisses were deep and lingering as their hands lightly stroked each other allowing Jemma to recover. As they lay arm in arm on the surface of the bed Rebecca broke the silence. "I can't tell you how I have yearned for this. I have rubbed myself to so many orgasms dreaming that it was your touch taking me. Even on the few occasions that John ever went down on me I imagined that it was really you. I really love you Jemma." "That was unbelievable. Why have we never done it before?" She leaned forward and kissed Rebecca. "Mmmm you taste of me. You were so gentle, yet it felt so intense. You know I have always admired your bust, may I?" With that she leant forward without waiting for the reply and placed her mouth over Rebecca's nipple. "Ohhh………" Rebecca drew in a breath as tingles of electricity raced through her breast. The sensations were exquisite. Her hand had fallen to her pussy as she began to slowly masturbate herself while Jemma suckled on her nipple and mauled her other breast. Sensing that Rebecca was pleasuring herself Jemma moved silently down the bed. As she arrived face to face with Rebecca's pussy she tenderly placed her hand on Rebecca's fingers and moved them out of the way before she lowered her head. Her extended tongue lapped slowly at the engorged clitoral hood. The more she teased and lapped the more the clitoris began to become fully erect as Rebecca's arousal increased. Rebecca looked down on the girl she loved licking her gently towards an orgasm. Jemma's lovely big brown eyes looked up into Rebecca's. She was witnessing the vision that she had seen in her mind's eye when in the past she had rubbed her self to orgasm after orgasm. Despite her fantasies she had never been able to convince herself that one day she and Jemma would be fully together. Rebecca felt her stomach and groin flood with heat as she started to climax. Her head rolled back, "Oh my god I love you so much Jemma." The orgasm was easily the most intense she had ever had as she realised Jemma had stopped and was rising up her body. Jemma wrapped her arms around Rebecca and her mouth moved to the side of Rebecca's face. She could feel the warm breath on her skin. "I love you too darling." They drew the duvet over one another. Turning her face to Jemma she whispered, "Never leave me Jemma." They closed their eyes and spent the first night of the rest of their lives together sleeping side by side their bodies a perfect compliment to the other. Rebecca Rebecca sat bold upright and looked around her bedroom. Silvery moonlight cast black, inky shadows across the floor and plunged the corners of the room into impenetrable darkness. She strained to isolate the sensation that had shocked her awake, was it a sound, a sudden draught? She did not know. Straining her eyes, she peered into the corners of the room, trying to identify the shapes she saw. A shiver ran along her spine and she clutched the neck of her filmy nightgown more tightly around her throat. "Who's there?" she called hoarsely. There was, of course no reply and she silently cursed herself for thinking that there might have been one. Both of her parents worked late shifts, leaving Rebecca alone most nights. For an eighteen year-old college student, Rebecca was level-headed and independent but that did not mean she liked being woken in the night by a strange feeling. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Rebecca stood up and slid her feet into a pair of tatty, but much loved, moccasins and padded quietly to the door. Putting her hand on the door handle she frowned, trying to remember if she had pushed the door closed, or left it ajar when she had retired for the night. As she twisted the handle, Rebecca felt a sudden rush of air behind her and a damp, smelly cloth was held over her mouth and nose, almost suffocating her. She tried to reach back and scratch her attacker, to claw at him but his grip felt like iron and she seemed to melt as the noxious fluid soaking the cloth over her face made her woozy. She wobbled weakly for a moment and then her knees buckled and she slid, gracelessly sliding to the floor. Rebecca was unconscious for nearly a quarter of an hour as her attacker prowled quickly through the house, making sure that they were alone. When he returned to the bedroom he was carrying a pair of dressmaking shears that belonged to Rebecca herself and five lengths of nylon clothes line. Rebecca was still groggy but beginning to come round as the effects of the drug he had soaked the cloth with wore off. The intruder pulled his ski mask, with slits for the eyes and mouth, securely down, over his face and made a loop in one of the lengths of rope, fastening it around Rebecca's wrist. Her other wrist was tied in the same way and something seemed to pierce the fog in her brain. She shook her head violently, partly to clear it and partly to put up at least a show of resistance. She cried out as her assailant grabbed a handful of her hair and started to drag her across the room towards the bed. The pain was excruciating, making her eyes stream with tears and she had to struggle to her feet, so that her scalp did not tear. He threw her roughly onto the bed and wound the ropes around the opposite uprights of the headboard, pulling them tight so that her arms were securely fastened above her head. The tension on her shoulders was agonising, and she desperately wanted to scream, but fear had paralysed her. She watched, helplessly, as he looped more rope around her ankles and pulled it taut, spreading her legs wide. She shook her head, unable to believe that a stranger had broken into her house and now had her helplessly fastened to her bed. She smelt a dirty musty smell of unwashed clothes and stale sweat as he knelt on the edge of her bed and looped the last length of rope around her neck. She could feel the rope like a snake against her skin and closed her eyes, revolted by the stench of his body and the feeling pf the rope around her throat. "Now honey," he hissed, "Be a good girl and we'll have a little fun together, then I'll be gone. Try to escape and I'll pull this rope tight." Rebecca just looked at him, her eyes filled with fear and her tongue still as she wracked her brain to try and devise a plan of escape. She shuddered as the moonlight glinted on the blades of the shears he had picked up and her belly tightened as he lifted the hem of her nightdress and began to snip through the flimsy fabric. Her breath caught in her chest as the icy steel brushed against her skin, moving higher, across her belly and along the cleft between her rounded, pert breasts. The cloth parted and he laid the shears to one side, spreading the ruined nightdress with his fingertips and pausing, for a moment to stare at her breasts. Rebecca closed her eyes, desperately praying for her attacker to go away and leave her. Even with her eyes closed, she imagined that she could see him watching her. The bed shifted and she flinched as she felt a damp, cool palm cupping her breast and fingers pinching at her nipple. Turning her head as far as she could, Rebecca bit into her lip to keep from crying, determined that he would not see her pain and fear. A strong hand clamped around her jaw and forced her head round. She felt his breath on her cheek and smelt sour whisky and stale tobacco, almost strong enough to make her gag, and then he was pressing his lips against her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips, the taste of his breath making her gorge rise in her throat. Instinctively she bit down on the flesh invading her mouth and tasted blood as he jerked back, snarling. "Bitch!" he grated, "I told you to relax and we'd have fun but you had to spoil it. Now I'm gonna have fun and you're not gonna like it honey." He punctuated his words with a flurry of slaps to her face, rocking her head from side to side, followed by even harder, and more vicious slaps to her bare breasts. Rebecca bit her lip until it bled, determined not to make a sound as his hand left angry red prints across her face and chest. He reached down again and pinched her nipple, squeezing it and pulling on it until it swelled and hardened, despite her revulsion. He sniggered and lowered his mouth onto her breast, sucking on her nipple with wet, slobbering sounds, moving his mouth from one to the other until they were both wet and slimy with his spittle. Rebecca screwed her eyes tight shut and strained against the ropes, holding her down, until the cords bit deep into her flesh, drawing blood. Her nipple still in his mouth, He closed his teeth and bit hard into her flesh, pinching the tender nugget and biting down until, unwillingly, Rebecca moaned in pain. He opened his mouth, releasing the tender, bruised flesh of her nipple, angrily reddened where his teeth had compressed the delicate tissues and nipped at her other nipple, crushing it between his teeth and grinding them from side to side until she moaned again in pain. He released her nipple, a trace of her blood on his lips from where his teeth had broken her skin. Rebecca strained against the ropes again, pulling until her muscles burned and the pain in her over stretched joints was unbearable. Then she collapsed against the bed, her breath coming in great heaving pants. She heard the grate and click of the blades as he opened and closed the shears and stiffened, wondering what fresh depravity he had in mind. Her skin crawled as she felt the icy kiss of the blades against the mound of her pussy and heard the distinct 'snick' as he squeezed the handles together, slicing through the front of her white cotton panties and then pulling them aside to bare her tender young sex, the lips almost undeveloped and the hood over her soft clit prominent. Rebecca's back arched in pain as he thrust a finger between the lips of her pussy, probing roughly inside her dry vagina. She turned her head, so that he would not see the shame in her eyes, at this brutal and intimate violation. "Please," she begged in a whisper, "No, not that." He ignored her hoarse, tortured words and pushed his finger deeper inside, rough and uncaring of her pain. Her passage was dry and tight with fear, and she could feel his finger, thrusting inside her, like a bar of hot metal. He snorted; a sound comprised of disappointment and anger, and then thrust his finger into her mouth, squeezing her cheeks with his other hand to stop her from biting into it. "Suck it, you dried up bitch!" he snapped. Tears filling her eyes, Rebecca sucked on his finger, tasting his rancid sweat and the sweater, fainter flavour of her own pussy. He worked his finger back and forth, over her tongue, as he coated it in her spit, moistening it and lubricating it for a further assault on Rebecca's pussy. Sliding his finger out of her mouth, he laughed into her pleading eyes as he pressed his finger between the lips of her pussy. The slipperiness of her spit eased his way a little, this time, but she was still clenched tightly in fear and his finger felt like hot iron as he pushed it into her pussy, making her eyes go as round as saucers. She tried to shake her head, to beg him to stop, but the words would not come and her gaze was fixed on his eyes, hypnotised by their manic glare. She could hear his breath, ragged and whistling a little through the mask, smelling tobacco and whisky as his arousal increased. Suddenly, the pressure in her pussy eased and the bed shifted as he stood upright. Rebecca tried to lift her head and then let it flop back onto her pillow as she saw him unfastening the zip of his pants and pushing them down to allow his erect cock to spring free. A strong smell of musk and sweat assailed her nostrils and she closed her eyes, sobbing silently, all thought of resisting this monster forced from her mind by the glimpse of his swollen cock. Rebecca had only ever glimpsed one erect cock, her daddy's, and, where his had been slender and smooth, jutting proudly above the tight sac of his balls, this was thick and ridged with throbbing veins. She thought that this thing would surely be too big for her virgin pussy to cope with and that this beast would rip her open. Rebecca heard a snapping sound and a crackling and, lifting her head, she saw him rolling a condom down the length of his cock. Rebecca felt tears burning her eyes as she finally accepted that this intruder was going to take her to, she cringed as she thought the word, fuck her. The bed dipped again and she felt his fingers between her thighs, parting the lips of her pussy, spreading them wider and then something hard and blunt, covered in cool slime nudged between them. She felt the hard meat of his cock pressing at the opening of her pussy and stretching her, making her delicate tissues burn as he pushed forward and then eased back, time and again. She turned her head and squeezed her eyes tightly closed, tears trickling from the corners of her eyelids and running down her cheeks. Her lips parted in a soundless 'Aaaah' of pain and he grunted on top of her, his foetid breath hot on her face. "Relax, honey," he grunted, "and it'll be much easier for you. Let your cunt loosen up, then it won't hurt - not as much anyway." Rebecca wanted to beg him to stop, to tell him that she was still a virgin and he was hurting her, but she knew, somehow, that it would only excite him more and make him even more determined to plunder her sweet, unbroken pussy, with his hideously swollen cock. He grunted again and pushed harder, this time the pain becoming so intense that she had to whimper as his cock thrust a little deeper into her pussy, butting against the delicate membrane of her cherry. He felt the resistance and his lips curled in an evil grin. "I never would have thought a hot piece of ass like you was a virgin," he crowed, "Well just be glad that the first cock fucking your cunt belongs to a real man and not some college pansy." Tightening his hips and buttocks, he thrust hard, pinning her to the bed, as his cock head burst through her hymen, tearing her and making her gush blood over the head of his swollen cock. She felt as though a blowtorch had been thrust inside her and was burning her as he held her down with his weight of hr hips. She tried to bend her back and push him off, but the ropes around her wrists and ankles were too tight and she could only tighten the noose around her neck, choking herself. Pulling back, he rammed his cock back inside, with a wet, squelching noise, filling her again and pistoning his cock into her pussy. The blood from her torn maidenhead did not discourage him, although it made it easier for Rebecca to take his pounding cock, as it lubricated her dry, tender passage. Rebecca felt his cock stretching her and the grinding of his hair pubic mound against her clit which, to her self-disgust, started to harden and swell, just as it did when she touched herself and dreamed of some handsome young boy gently taking her. Her breathing shortened and her pussy started to contract as his cock thrust in and out of it. Rebecca felt her belly tighten and the mounds of her breasts swell, her nipples aching and a dirty whisper in her mind telling her to let go and cum on his cock. Her thighs tightened and suddenly she felt as though she were swooping through the air barely able to breath and her whole body wracked by spasm. Her face flushed in shame as she felt him inside her and felt her pussy squeezing his cock. "Yes!" he growled, "Cum on my cock you cunt!" Rebecca flopped back onto the bed, her own blood oozing around his cock and staining the sheets under her crimson, filling the air with the smell, like hot pennies of her own blood. She could feel his cock, still hard and swollen inside her hot and throbbing as he pulled back and eased the head from between her pussy lips, letting a reddish stained gush of fluid spill onto her bed and down the cleft between her buttocks. Rebecca groaned softly, her chest sweaty and heaving and her mind clouded with the shame of cumming while this beast raped her. She felt exhausted; her limbs leaden and unresponsive so that, even when he unfastened the ropes around her wrists and ankles, she could not fight or move. Rebecca felt rough hands grabbing her and turning her onto her belly and then shoving pillows under her hips to lift her ass high in the air. She moaned weakly, and tried to push herself away from him, but the strength seemed to have drained from her limbs like water and they felt like sacks of lead shot, heavy and unresponsive. She shook her head, weakly, as he spread the cheeks of her ass with his fingers, brushing his fingertips over the pucker of her asshole and watching it clench and then relax, winking at him. She shuddered as she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the dark ring, then sobbed as he pressed forward, stretching her, her own blood, smeared over the cock, lubricating her opening and making it easier for him to penetrate her. Rebecca felt him pushing her harder into the mattress, crushing her breasts against the bedclothes and pressing the head of his cock further into her asshole. She felt the swollen head forcing its way past her tightly clenched pucker and tried to push down and force him out but only succeeded in opening the tight ring of her anus and making it easier for his cock to slide inside her. She screamed, a weak, reedy cry, as the head of his cock slid past the pucker of her asshole and he drove his cock into her ass. His fingers dug into her hips and he pulled her roughly back onto his cock, making her grunt in pain as he filled her back passage. She sobbed, her tears staining the sheet beneath her cheek as he slid his cock slowly but forcefully in and out of her ass, grinding his hips in slow, lazy circles as he cock sank deeper and deeper. Rebecca could feel the prickle of her attacker's hairy ball sac, pressed against the smooth cheeks of her tight, rounded ass, and the weight of his body pressing her onto the bed. She felt helpless as he pinned her down, beneath his gross, foetid body and grunted with every thrust into her tender, bruised asshole. Rebecca sobbed in pain and humiliation as he plunged his cock into her ass, one hand beneath her, frigging her slit as he pounded her ass. She could feel the burning heat of every thrust and felt the shame flood through her as the fingers on her clit and the mingled pain and excitement of feeling his cock plunging into her bowel made her treacherous body betray her by tightening in readiness for another reluctant orgasm. She felt his cock jerking in her ass and, involuntarily, thrust her ass back towards him, impaling herself on his cock. Releasing her clit, he pulled her hard against him and began to spurt hard into the condom, the thick wads of his cum stinging the tender walls of her ass, even through the sheath of rubber. He seemed to cum forever, spraying thick goo against the walls of her ass. Rebecca groaned softly as she felt his cock jerking in her ass and then, triggered by one flick of his fingernail against her erect clit, she screamed orgasmically as spasms wracked her body and he forced her to cum again, his cock, still buried in her ass, beginning to shrink and soften slowly. Slowly, he eased his cock out of her ass, smiling as he noticed the flecks of blood on her ass cheeks where he had torn her anus and on her thighs, where it had dripped from her violated pussy. Then he pulled his pants around his waist and fastened the zipper, buckled his belt and left Rebecca, barely conscious, for her parents to discover, bloody and shattered, when they returned home. Rebecca REBECCA The young bride stood naked, handcuffed, and trembling in the bridal suite of the large hotel. She was about to play a game: Andrew Compton's game. Compton sat watching her closely, a thin smile on his face, a cigarette smoldering between his fingertips. He could sense her fear and fed on it like a predator gaining strength from the scent of fear in his prey. At thirty-two, Compton was already a millionaire many times over and a man who knew how to get what he wanted. And at the moment what he wanted was his beautiful wife to display her naked flesh to others. He gazed with pleasure at her milky white skin and silky raven hair and began explaining the rules of the game. "As soon as you exit the room, Becky, the clock will start. I'll give you a series of tasks you'll have to complete in order to find the key to the handcuffs and then find the room key in order to get back in. I won't allow you in if you don't find it." He paused for a moment to let this sink in. "If you aren't back within an hour the door will be bolted shut and won't be opened until 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. I'll give you your initial instructions to get you started once you’re in the hallway." A nervous chill swept through Rebecca's body. "Aren't you afraid we'll get kicked out of the hotel?" she asked. Andrew chuckled and took a drag off of his cigarette. "I’d probably be worried if I wasn't part owner of the hotel." Rebecca stood silently allowing Andrew's eyes to roam across her body. She knew she couldn't hide her nervousness but wasn't going to allow him the satisfaction of hearing her plead or beg. Compton sat quietly for a few minutes allowing the fear and anticipation to build in the young woman. Finally he spoke. "It's time to get started, dear." Rebecca took a deep breath as the door opened to the hallway beyond. She hesitated for a moment then stepped outside. Andrew entered the hallway with her and she heard the door lock behind her with a sickening click. Her eyes darted quickly back and forth, scanning both ends of the corridor, but it was empty. It was just after 11 p.m. and many of the guests were already settled into their rooms for the night. Still, the possibility of being seen was very real. "Follow me," Andrew commanded and she walked behind him down the hall, her hands handcuffed behind her back. They reached the elevator and Compton pushed the down button. Rebecca shuddered nervously at the thought of entering the hotel elevator in the nude. "You're to take the elevator down to the 2nd floor, Becky. There are some public restrooms there. In the men's room taped behind a large waste receptacle is a plastic bag holding the key to the cuffs along with further instructions." The “ding” announcing the arrival of the elevator startled Rebecca and she watched nervously as the doors slid opened. To her relief the elevator was empty. Compton stepped inside and motioned her into it. After she entered he pushed the button for the 2nd floor, then stepped out again holding the door open. He allowed himself a moment to drink in the delicious sight of his beautiful wife standing naked, handcuffed, and helpless in the elevator. "Good luck. I'll be expecting you in less than an hour," he said with a smile and then let the doors slide shut. Alone in the elevator now, Rebecca watched nervously as the floors ticked off on her journey to the 2nd floor. As each floor number appeared above the door she expected the elevator to come to a halt to pick up new passengers, but it continued uninterrupted to her destination. The doors slid open and the nude woman peered cautiously out of the elevator before stepping out into the corridor. About twenty feet away Rebecca saw a large potted floor plant and she scampered quickly to it, kneeling down behind it. She took a minute to calm her nerves before peering out from behind the plant to survey the area. On each side of the corridor she saw hotel shops and boutiques, all of them darkened and shuttered. This would normally be a busy floor during business hours but at this time of night the area was deserted. There was no sign of the men’s restroom, though, and the clock was ticking so the young bride had no choice but to get moving and look for it. She reluctantly left her hiding spot and began exploring. “God, this is nuts,” she thought to herself. The whole thing seemed incredibly surreal, walking naked and handcuffed down the hallway of a large hotel. Six months ago she could never have imagined doing something like this. But six months ago she hadn’t yet met Andrew Compton. She’d met him while working as a waitress at a very upscale downtown restaurant where he dined frequently. It’d been her very first job after graduating high school and she hadn’t hesitated a moment in getting the hell out of her small town and away from her alcoholic mother and the endless string of "stepfathers." She didn’t have any waitressing experience, but she did have fresh-faced beauty, and the manager had hired her on the spot. The city and the restaurant were like a whole different world from the dirt poor home she’d come from and it hadn’t taken long for Andrew Compton to notice her or ask her out. He wasn’t a man who was shy about going after what he wanted. And Rebecca hadn’t exactly been hesitant either in accepting a date with a rich, handsome man despite the more than ten year age difference. Andrew had a kind of old-fashioned formality about him – no one ever called him Andy – and the courtly way he treated her seemed like something from an earlier era. But beneath the surface she could detect an air of danger and knew he was not someone to cross or underestimate. Andrew Compton had the reputation in the business world of being a ruthless and driven competitor. His wealth had come legally, but not without stretching the law to its limits, and using everything in his business arsenal to gain a competitive edge. But around her he’d always been a perfect gentleman and had showered her with gifts and flowers. And Rebecca had quickly become accustomed to her new lifestyle. That’s why when Andrew quit calling her for nearly a month she went into a panic. She'd almost given up hope of seeing him again when the phone call finally came. "Meet me at The Arlington restaurant at eight tonight, Becky," Andrew Compton had said. "We have something very important to talk about." A Very Strange Proposal Rebecca followed the maitre 'd nervously through the upscale restaurant unsure of what kind of reception she'd be getting from Andrew. He hadn't told her over the phone what he wanted to talk about and their long separation had Rebecca expecting the worse. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest when she saw him sitting alone at the table. He smiled as he stood to greet her. "Hello, darling," he said and lightly kissed her cheek. Rebecca could smell his familiar musky, masculine scent and she knew that his absence had made her want him more than ever. Rebecca settled down in the chair that had been pulled back for her by the maitre 'd. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked. "No thanks, I think we're fine for now," Andrew said and the man returned to his podium leaving the two of them alone. Andrew pulled an uncorked bottle of wine from the wine bucket adjacent to the table and filled Rebecca's glass. "I hope you don't mind but I've ordered the wine and food in advance." "That’s fine," Rebecca said as a million questions ran through her mind. Was this a final farewell dinner before he dumped her? Were they getting back together? Why hadn't he returned her calls in over a month? Was there someone else? She resisted the urge to blurt out these questions and waited for him to initiate the conversation. Andrew held up his wine glass. "You look lovelier than ever, Rebecca." She clinked her glass against his and felt the calming influence of the wine as it drained down her throat. They sat in silence for several minutes as Rebecca picked at the dinner salad that had been placed in front of her. "It's good to see you again, Andrew," she said finally. "I didn't know if I ever would again." "Yes," he replied. "I'm sorry about that, Rebecca, but I had to do some thinking about our relationship and where I wanted to go with it." Rebecca felt a nervous chill climb up her back. She noticed that he was calling her by her full name instead of shortening it to Becky like he usually did. She wasn’t sure what that meant. "And what did you decide?" she asked, not at all sure she wanted to know the answer. A waiter appeared at the table before Andrew could answer and the half-eaten salad was removed and replaced by a covered entree. The waiter lifted the cover revealing the spaghetti alle vongole smothered with a sauce of baby clams, white wine, garlic and olive oil...her favorite. Andrew had ordered the roasted pheasant for himself. The two of them ate in silence at first and when they spoke again it was mostly small talk. What had she been doing since he'd last seen her? Not much, was her reply and that had been the truth. Without Andrew her life had returned to the dreary routine she'd known prior to meeting him. Had Andrew been doing anything special? Just taking care of business matters mainly, he told her. The two ate in silence until the empty plates were removed by the waiter. Andrew re-filled both of their wine glasses as Rebecca's unanswered question hung over the table. Andrew finally began to speak again. "Rebecca, do you remember the last time we were together? That night in the hotel?" Rebecca nodded. Of course she did. He hadn’t called her since. "What were your feelings when I asked you not to put on your robe when you said you were going down the hall to the ice machine?" "I guess I thought you were joking," Rebecca replied. "Would you have done it if you'd known I wasn't joking?" "I don't know. I don't think so." "Why not?" "I was naked. Someone might have seen me." "Would that have been so terrible?" he asked. Rebecca shifted anxiously in her seat. "It would’ve been embarrassing." "Do you think it might have been exciting as well?" Andrew smiled at the wide-eyed look on her face. "Yes, I mean exciting in a sexual way. Do you think you might have become aroused by being naked in a public setting?" "I don't know. Maybe. It would’ve made me very nervous." Andrew smiled again. "That's good, Rebecca. Being nervous and excited is very good. It makes you feel alive doesn't it?" "Why are you asking me these things?" Andrew leaned in toward her as if letting her in on a secret. "Rebecca there are two things in my life that go beyond normal passions and needs into the area of obsession. The first of those things is making money and gaining the power that wealth brings." Rebecca took another nervous sip of wine as she listened to him speak. "Do you know what my second obsession is, Rebecca?" "Sex?" "That's very important, yes, but I think my appetites fall within the norm in that regard." Rebecca didn't offer up any more guesses and waited for him to continue. He fixed his gaze on her and spoke again. "Rebecca, I've had strong fantasies ever since I was a child...fantasies about public exhibitionism, about naked flesh in a public setting. Not my own naked flesh. I don't find the male body particularly attractive, not even my own. But a beautiful nude female body revealed in a public setting...my god, there's an awesome power and excitement in that, especially if the woman is not entirely willing." Rebecca could feel her heart pounding in her chest and a nervous energy filled her body as the direction the conversation was heading started to become apparent to her. "You have to understand, Rebecca, that this is not a normal fantasy...it's something that permeates my dreams. The nervous excitement, energy, arousal, and humiliation of the exhibitionist is something I feed off of and derive power from. It's not something I want, Rebecca...it's something I need." Rebecca stared down into her wine glass, avoiding Andrew's gaze. "I..I don't think I could ever do anything like that," she said at last. "Do you love me?" he asked. "Yes." Andrew smiled. "That's good because I've realized over this past month that I'm in love with you, too. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Rebecca was thrilled by these words. Andrew continued. "One of the things I find most intoxicating about you is your innocence and lack of vanity. Those are rare qualities in a beautiful woman." Rebecca listened silently, not sure what to say. "In fact, I've decided that I want to marry you." Rebecca looked up at Andrew stunned. She hadn't been expecting this at all. "You do?" "Yes, I want that very much. There's only one thing standing in our way." He leaned in very close to her now and lowered his voice. "I need to exhibit your nude body to people, Rebecca, in public places where nudity is not normal or expected. I need to feel what you're feeling when you experience that. It's something I have to know that you'll do for me whenever I ask." Rebecca's head was spinning now. "Couldn't you just hire someone to do that for you?" she asked, a little shocked by her own suggestion. "You mean hookers or strippers? I wouldn’t get any satisfaction from women like that. I need someone who’d find what I asked them to do daring and exciting. Or, even better, frightening and humiliating.” He leaned in even closer and looked intensely into her eyes. “I need someone like you, Rebecca." Rebecca avoided his gaze as she stared at her wine glass. "What are you talking about here, Andrew? I'm not sure exactly what you’d want me to do. Are you talking about going down the hall naked for ice or being naked in front of a lot of people?" "Both. Sometimes I'll ask you to do things where you might not be seen at all. The thrill will come from the possibility of being seen. Other times there’ll be no question that people will see your nude body." "How often would you ask me to do these kinds of things?" Rebecca couldn’t believe she was even considering this. "Not often. It might be weeks or months at a time between experiences. It's important to me that you never become jaded or accustomed to it. You'll never know ahead of time when I'll ask and that will be part of the excitement of it. It could happen at any time and anywhere." "And what if I refuse to do it?" "I'd consider it a breach of our wedding vows and grounds for divorce. You wouldn't get much in the settlement either. I have very good lawyers and a pre-nuptial agreement will be part of the deal." Rebecca sat stunned by what she was hearing, unable to speak. This was sounding more like a business negotiation than a wedding proposal and Andrew Compton rarely walked away from those with less than what he wanted. "Rebecca,” he continued, “I want to take care of you. I'll treat you like a princess. You'll have wealth and everything you want in this world. We'll raise a family together. I just need you to do this one thing for me. I can't marry you without the promise that you will." "I..I don’t know if I can. I don't know if I'm capable of doing the things you're asking." "There’s one way to find out," he said. "How?" She looked into his face but he didn't answer. He just leaned back in his chair and stared at her intensely. With a growing realization it began dawning on her what he was suggesting. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around the crowded restaurant. Every table was filled and there were more diners standing near the front waiting for a table. "Here?" she whispered in shock. Andrew Compton pulled a small box out of his pocket, opened it, and set it on the table in front of her. It was a diamond engagement ring and to Rebecca it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "Rebecca, there's a women's restroom at the back of the restaurant. I'd like you to go in there, freshen up, and think about everything I've said here. If you decide you can't go through with it then just return to the table and we'll leave. We'll both know at that point that it's not going to work out between us." Rebecca closed her eyes and could feel her head spinning knowing what he was going to say next. "But if you decide you do want to marry me, to live the life that I'm offering, then I want you to remove all of your clothes and put them in the trash can. Every stitch. Even your shoes. Leave your purse here at the table. If you return to the table in the nude then I'll know that you've accepted my conditions as part of our marriage contract." Rebecca’s Decision Rebecca shoved open the door to the women's restroom and walked quickly to the sink. A woman applying make-up was the only other occupant. Rebecca turned on the cold water tap and began rubbing water over her face. "Are you alright, dear," she heard the woman say. "You look ill." "I'm fine, thanks," Rebecca replied as she made her way into one of the stalls, latching it behind her. She stood leaning against the side of the stall, tears welling up in her eyes, a torrent of different emotions rushing through her. She heard footsteps, then the door opening and closing as the restroom turned silent. Rebecca began sobbing quietly, unsure of what to do. The marriage proposal was a dream-come-true for her but the conditions attached to it were almost unthinkable. Could she possibly walk naked out into a crowded restaurant? And even if she did it could she possibly do that kind of thing over and over again? That might be the worst part of all...not knowing when or where Andrew might ask her to take her clothes off. She'd be in a constant state of anxiety! Rebecca wiped her eyes and tried to think it through logically. I'm only considering this because I love him, she thought to herself, but knew immediately that wasn't completely true. She did love him but would she have ever considered doing this if Andrew had been some working class stiff struggling from paycheck to paycheck? Not a chance in hell. She'd never thought of herself as being particularly materialistic before but when you grow up poor and then get a taste of the other side of life it's hard to go back. Money matters, she thought, not wanting to lie to herself. Money always matters when you don't have any. Rebecca wiped her eyes and her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the zipper behind her back. She slid her hands beneath the straps of her dress and pulled it down her body to the floor. As she stepped out of it she saw it lying in a crumpled heap on the stall floor. That's my favorite dress and I'm going to throw it in the trash, she thought numbly, barely believing that she was actually going through with this. But he'll buy me another. Oh, he's going to buy me whole closets full of beautiful dresses for doing this, I'll make sure of that. Rebecca continued undressing until she held all of her clothes and shoes in a ball against her bare stomach. She unlatched the stall door and walked to the large white trash can in the corner. There was one last moment of doubt and hesitation before she shoved the lid open and jammed her clothes into it. As she turned toward the door she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror and the shock of what she was doing hit her. A wave of panic and despair washed over her as she stared at her naked body in the mirror. Her face had turned a beet red and the unmistakable feelings of arousal were coursing through her. Andrew was right about what I'd experience, she thought to herself. This is exactly what he wants. Rebecca stood at the restroom door for what seemed like an eternity, terrified of what she knew was in store for her beyond it. She breathed deeply trying to calm herself, half-expecting the door to open at any moment. "Oh, god," she said quietly as she pulled the door open and stepped out into her new life. Rebecca Naked and Cuffed Rebecca walked past the closed hotel shops to the end of the corridor, afraid of what she might find around the corner. She paused for a moment, thinking back to the night of that bizarre wedding proposal and all of the eyes staring at her as she walked out of the restroom. She’d never forget the gasps and snickers, or the look of intense delight on Andrew’s face as he saw her, like a junkie who’d just gotten a much needed fix. Her legs had almost buckled beneath her until Andrew took hold of her and escorted her to the door. That had been her only nude-in-public experience. Until tonight. Her wedding night. Rebecca tried to put that night out of her mind and concentrate on the task at hand. She needed to find the men’s restroom. She poked her head around the corner and saw, with a shock, that there was a bar at the end of the hall and it was open and serving customers! And in the corridor just outside the open door of the lounge was the men’s room. She closed her eyes and silently cursed Andrew. She should’ve known he wasn’t going to make this easy. She had to get to the bathroom to find the handcuff key so there was no choice but to go down the hall toward the bar. She stepped around the corner and began creeping along the wall trying to remain invisible to the people drinking within the lounge. Music wafted from inside as a piano player played quiet tunes for the bored late night drinkers. Rebecca moved as stealthily as possible down the hall until she was opposite the men’s room door on the other side of the corridor. This was obviously the restroom used by the bar patrons so the chances of someone being inside were good, but what choice did she have but to go in? She dashed across the hallway, breasts bouncing as she ran, and pushed her way through the door into the bathroom. Thankfully, the bathroom was empty. Rebecca found the white trash receptacle near the sink and slid it away from the wall with her foot. She breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a plastic bag taped to the rear of it containing a key and a note. She turned around and awkwardly removed the bag and began tearing it open. She heard the key clatter to the floor. The nude girl sat down on the cold tile floor and, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, tried to pick it up. Thank god they keep this floor clean, she thought, as she finally managed to retrieve the key and began fumbling around trying to put it in the handcuffs lock. The key fell again to the floor. A couple of more attempts brought the same results. This is no good, she thought, aware that a bar bathroom probably wouldn't remain vacant for long. With an effort she struggled to her feet and, bending over at the waist, attempted to slide her handcuffed wrists past her butt. The cuffs bit into her wrists as she strained but she finally felt them slip past to her rear thighs. Then, sitting down again, she brought her legs through freeing her arms. With her arms now in front of her the process of retrieving the key and unlocking the cuffs was much easier and they soon snapped open. Rebecca tossed them into the wastebasket and, grabbing the note, fled into one of the stalls to read it. Congratulations on successfully completing the first part of the game. I figured that someone as limber as you should have no problem finding a way to escape from the handcuffs. Or did you require assistance? Now for your next task. This will be relatively straightforward since I don't want to challenge you too much on your first time out. I'm sure you noticed that small bar nearby. The bartender will be expecting you. He's saving you a seat at the bar. All you have to do is go in and order a drink and he’ll hand you a note with further instructions. I'll be in the corner of the bar watching. Please don't acknowledge me in any way. Oh, by the way, the bartender will not allow you to charge the drink to the room. I'm afraid you'll have to find someone in the bar to buy it for you. Rebecca sighed as she read the instructions. All of the stealth and caution she’d used to avoid being seen by the customers in the bar had been for nothing. She was going to have to walk right in naked and belly up to the bar for a drink! And then, god only knows what the next set of instructions will be. Rebecca knew that the clock was ticking so she had no choice but to get moving. There was no doubt in her mind that Andrew would lock her out of the room naked all night if she was even a minute late. She stepped out of the stall, crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash. At least the cuffs were gone now making this next step marginally less humiliating. A sense of déjà vu came over her as she thought back to the last time she stepped out of a restroom totally naked. At least she wasn’t a total novice at this, she thought to herself, so maybe that will make it easier. That was her hope anyway. She pushed the door open, stepped into the corridor, and walked without hesitation through the open door of the bar. The hotel lounge was only about half full but Rebecca could sense every head in the place swivel her direction as she walked in. The customers were mainly bored businessmen although there were several couples sitting at tables talking quietly. In the corner she saw Andrew sitting at a table, his eyes focused intently on her. Rebecca turned her eyes from him and walked to the bar. The bartender smiled and tossed a napkin down in front of her like it was the most natural thing in the world for a nude woman to walk into his bar. Rebecca sat down on the stool next to a businessman in a rumpled white shirt and tacky tie. "Whoa," the man exclaimed as the naked woman sat down beside him. Rebecca could smell the whiskey on his breath from where she sat. "Hello there, darlin'." Rebecca forced a smile onto her face. "Hi. Would you mind buying me a drink?" "Sure thing," the man replied and he managed to tear his eyes off of her breasts long enough to shove a crumpled up wad of bills toward the bartender. "Get her whatever she wants, barkeep." The bartender smiled. "My name's Jimmy. What can I get you?" "I'll have a glass of Chardonnay please, Jimmy." "My name's Ed," her companion in the next seat said. "What's yours?" "I'm Suzy," she replied, not wanting to give the man her real name. "Pleased to meet ya, Suzy. Damn you got the nicest tits I ever seen. And they look real, too." Rebecca tried to ignore the man as Jimmy brought her glass of wine along with a note. She felt a tingle of anticipation as she opened it, not knowing what to expect next. Congratulations on your progress so far, Becky. Only one task remains and then you can return to the room. After you finish your drink you will request a song from the piano player, and I want you to sing it for the bar. You know what song I want to hear. Once you've finished the bartender will give you your room key and you may leave at any time. She knew what song Andrew wanted. Danny Boy. His grandmother was Irish and used to sing it to him as a young boy. That song was one of the few things in the world that could move him to tears. Rebecca's new friend Ed was engaging in a drunken one-sided conversation with her that she’d been tuning out. He apparently thought that her "outfit" was the latest fashion for hookers in the area and he couldn't have been more pleased about it. Rebecca felt Ed's hand on her back and she quickly gulped down her glass of wine. "Excuse me Ed, but I want to request a song from the piano man." She rose from her stool and all eyes were on her as she approached the piano. She waited self-consciously until he finished his song and then spoke briefly into his ear. He nodded and began to play. Rebecca looked around the bar nervously and began to sing: Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come you back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. Rebecca sang with a strong, clear voice. She loved to sing and, for the moment anyway, she forgot about her nudity. She was lost in the moment and the crowd listened with rapt attention to the beautiful song. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I simply sleep in peace until you come to me. There was silence for a moment after she finished, then the crowd erupted in applause. Rebecca blushed then took a small bow. In the corner she could see Andrew clapping as well, a tear running down his cheek. A rush of adrenaline ran through her and she couldn't help but smile as she returned to the bar. "That was damn good," she heard Ed slur and felt his hand on her ass. She turned to him and smiled. "Ed, would you mind buying me another drink?" "Sure thing, hon," he replied and removed his hand to reach for his wallet. Jimmy placed another glass of wine in front of her along with the room key. "That was wonderful singing," he said. Rebecca blushed again at the compliment. "Thanks Jimmy." As she sat down on the stool she felt Ed's hand again, this time moving up her thigh. She took a quick sip then turned to her companion in the next bar stool and threw the remainder of the wine into his face. A shocked and surprised Ed sprung to his feet, the wine dripping off of his face onto his white shirt. "You fucking bitch... " Rebecca grabbed the room key and turned to Jimmy as she walked toward the exit, "I'm sorry I can't leave you a tip." "No problem," the bartender laughed. "Your presence here was tip enough." With that Rebecca strode through the open door of the bar into the hallway beyond. As she walked down the corridor Rebecca's brief exhilaration began to fade as she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Nervously she picked up the pace, afraid to look back. Reaching the elevator she pushed the up button just as a hand grabbed her and spun her around. In her face was a drunk and angry Ed. "Where the hell do you think you're going you little prick tease. The party's not over yet." He leaned over and attempted to plant a kiss on her as Rebecca struggled to push him away, his foul-smelling breath nauseating her. Suddenly a hand seized Ed by the throat and he gasped for breath as Andrew Compton slammed him against the opposite wall. Ed took a wild swing but Andrew blocked it easily and slammed his knee into Ed's groin. The color went out of Ed's face as he slumped to his knees in pain. Andrew grabbed the man by his hair and then buried a fist into the man’s gut. What little air was left exploded out of Ed's lungs and he crumpled into a heap on the floor, gasping and retching. Compton looked on for a moment with a cruel grin at the sight of the beaten man, then turned and led his wife into the open elevator. As the elevator climbed upward the man and wife found themselves in an embrace of hungry passion. The embarrassment, humiliation, fear and adrenaline that Rebecca had experienced were now fueling a fire inside her that she'd never felt before. She greedily tore at Andrew's clothes wanting to feel him inside of her. As the elevator doors slid open, Andrew swept her off of her feet and carried her in his arms down the hallway to their room, pausing only briefly to unlock the door. Then Andrew Compton carried his young bride across the threshold into their bridal suite, kicking the door shut behind him. Moments later the Comptons consummated their wedding vows. Rebecca and Alan and the Summer Note from the author: Hi everyone and I hope you enjoy this first chapter. This is just a jumping off point but I tried to sneak a little sexiness in there anyway. I hope to have the next chapter done soon and I am open to feedback and suggestions. This story will contain incest between family members, lesbian sex, gay sex, and bisexual sex. If that is not to your liking stop reading now. I like a good story but I mainly want to focus on the sex in this series. For those still reading, thanks and I hope to hear some feedback from you all. NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years or older. There is no underage sex. nor do I condone it. ____________________________________________ It was a warm June morning, hotter than the days before it. Alan did not know that yet as he lay in a twist of blankets and flesh in his bed. His hand slowly rose from from the heap to turn off his screeching alarm clock. Upon rolling over he noticed the time, he was 10 minutes late already. "Fuck." Alan quickly grabbed a towel from the back of his chair and bounded down the hall wearing only his boxer shorts, his usual sleeping attire. He burst open the door to the bathroom to see his sister standing before him completely naked, dripping from head to toe. "What the hell Alan!" She shouted as she grabbed for a towel to cover her naked body. Rebecca was Alan's twin sister. They had shared a bath many times as children but he hasn't seen her naked in many years. He had seen her in a bikini just 3 weeks prior when they went to the beach for their 18th birthday and even a brief glimpse in her underwear on their last family vacation but what he just saw was different entirely. "Shit. Sorry Becca." Alan just stood there, too tired to react properly. As he stood there he took note of his sister's figure as she attempted to cover up her glistening body. She was tall for a girl, they were about the same height at 5'10". Her legs were long and smooth. The rest of her body was smooth as well, she was a swimmer after all. The last thing she covered were her breasts. They were large but not too much more than what Alan could get his hand around, perhaps only in his mind for now. They were the round and perky breasts of his twin sister. Once that thought came to mind he quickly looked at the ceiling as if his gaze was there all along. "You should cover up too, Alan." Rebecca giggled as she gently moved around her brother and out the door and down toward her bedroom. "And hurry up, we're gonna be late you jackass." She shouted back at him. Alan looked down to see his erection poking out though his boxers in plain sight and undoubtedly noticed by his sister. He tossed the towel aside and closed the door behind him. Turning on the shower he tested to make sure it was at an adequate temperature then slid his boxers to the floor leaving him naked as he hopped into the shower. Water started to fall all over his body starting with his broad shoulders and down his toned chest. Alan sported no body hair aside from his legs and arms. Unlike his sister he was not a swimmer, he played volleyball but enjoyed the feeling of his bare chest and crotch. It was Rebecca and Alan's last day of school and they were looking forward to a whole summer off. Alan especially. He was taking a road trip down to a friend's beach house for a whole week the day after classes ended. Rebecca was left stranded at home. Just two weeks prior Rebecca's boyfriend of 9 months left her for one of her friends. Rebecca tried to keep her chin up in school but was crushed inside. Her summer so far would be a bust as most of her plans left with her new ex-boyfriend. At school Alan breezed through many of his classes. When he met up with his friends they blathered about what they would do at the beach house. Mostly they went on about how many girls they could bring back and who would have hooked up with the most before the weeks end. "I'll have one a night, minimum." Alan's friend Greg joked. Alan had a special bond with Greg, one the rest of his friends had no knowledge of. Back in elementary and middle school Alan and Greg wold regularly sleep over at each other's houses on the weekends. On most weekends they would sneak online and go to porn websites. While watching they would generally lend the other a hand and jerk one another off as they watched the heterosexual pornos. "If you bring a black light into my room you might get blinded." Quipped Eddy, the jokester of the group, that sent the others into a fit of laughter. Alan was excited to spend quality time with the rest of his friends, without the stress of final exams. JP spilled his handful of papers when Eddy's joke caught him by surprise. JP was the runt of the group, he had been friends with Alan and Greg since they were younger and have always watched his back. The rest of their friends didn't make such bold claims but were determined to "get some" that week. Jordan was kind of the nerd of the group. He was African American and his love of comic books and rock music didn't mesh well with his peers but he fit right in amongst Alan, Greg and the rest. Brian was the jock of the group. He'd been best pals with Alan since preschool and that bond didn't break. Even throughout out his high school years, as he developed into a tall and handsome football player, he always made time for Alan. Rebecca was at lunch when her friends Kaylie and Jenna suggested they spend the night at Jenna's. They told her it was to celebrate the end of the year but Kaylie and Jenna were trying to cheer up Rebecca after her traumatic breakup. She had gone from depressed to angry to accepting then back to depressed and now she just hated all men. Kaylie and Jenna hoped a night with the girls could help her though the transition. The day was finally over. Alan stayed behind at school to do some planning with his friends but Rebecca headed home before she would go back out to Jenna's for the night. Rebecca strolled up the walk to the front door of their charming two-story house and walked inside. Lying face down on the couch was their mother. I wonder how long she's been passed out. Rebecca moved quietly as to not wake her mother. She dumped her book bag on her bed and took her purse with her to her dresser. She tossed in a clean pair of panties, her favorite bikini and a fresh shirt. Before she could get it completely stuffed in she heard a noise in the hall. "Where are you going? Do your homework first." Her mother propped herself up in Rebecca's doorway. She was still in her pajamas, a skimpy pair of shorts and an equally skimpy tank top. She was only 19 years older than the twins but looked even younger. Rebecca and her mother were often mistaken for sisters. "Today was the last day of school, mom." She stuffed the rest of the shirt into her bag and tried to make her way past her mother. "Oh, so you're going out whoring now?" "Mom! I'm just going to Jenna's okay?" Rebecca pushed past her mother and quickly went toward the front door. She could hear her mother muttering loudly as she left. Their mother, Whitney, was a single mother now that her husband had died a year and half ago. Her husband, the twin's father was a much older man than Whitney. The children had loved him like a father but sometimes their friends would joke that he looked more like their grandfather. Whitney grieved heavily after he died but it wasn't his death that drove her to drink, it was the boredom of being alone. The twins were self-sufficient and without her husband to please, house work was seldom done. She started drinking nearly non-stop. The alcohol had turned her abrasive and abusive. The drink also made her increasingly sexual. Whitney would go out to bars and take home strangers for one night stands. Seeing their mother nearly naked on the kitchen floor was a common occurrence on Saturday mornings. Whitney became a sex addict. When men weren't enough she ordered dozens of sex toys and other sexual enhancers and built an impressive collection of porno DVDs. She tried to keep her children ignorant from her new lifestyle but it became painfully obvious after not too long that their mother had changed. Rebecca tried her best to help to no avail. Alan didn't really mind his mother's new addiction. He would frequently sneak into her room and borrow DVDs from her. Alan was now on his way to Eddy's beach house while Rebecca was on her way to Jenna's for the evening. When Rebecca arrived she found Kaylie and Jenna enjoying the pool in the backyard. "Hey guys!" She greeted them with her usual perfect smile. Jenna and Kaylie greeted her back and as Jenna paddled around the edge Kaylie slid her slender body out of the pool and prepared herself to jump back in. Kaylie was a redheaded beauty. Her soft pale skin highlighted her gorgeous green eyes. Her breasts were the largest of the three girls and had a tough time fitting in her red and blue spotted bikini. Rebecca went inside to change and reemerged in a white bikini with blue horizontal stripes. She ran and jumped in after her friends. The trio laughed, splashed and played games for over an hour before they started to tire. They all took a seat on the steps leading down into the pool. They reminisced about the past school year and all the fun they'd had together. That's when Rebecca began to cry. "Aw honey, whats wrong?" Said Jenna as she moved closer to Rebecca putting her arm around her friend. "...I..was so good to him." Rebecca wept into her palms. "Becca that guy was an idiot to choose her over you." Kaylie tried to comfort her friend as well. "And that bitch isn't welcome around here either." Jenna interjected as she placed her free hand closer to Becca's bikini line. She was curious at first but once her hand settled in the feeling of her friend's hand in her lap comforted her. "Never liked that curly-headed slut anyway." Jenna continued in an attempted to make Rebecca laugh. Kaylie giggled and Becca joined in. She gulped back a few tears as Jenna's hand glided across her bikini bottoms and then began to rub her flat belly. Jenna glanced over at Kaylie who had a twinkle in her eye. "Let's go get dried off guys we have some more activities planned." Kaylie suggested with the slightest smirk. To Be Continued...