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Against My Will

By: cattitude1965



This is for YOU. You know who you are. 

Like most women I want it many different ways; sometimes I want it hard and fast, sometimes slow and gentle. Sometimes I want to make love like newlyweds, sometimes I want to fuck like a whore. Sometimes I want to run the show. And sometimes - I want to be TAKEN. . .

You pin me down and kiss me roughly. You slide your hand between our bodies and play with my pussy. I try to close my legs and tell you ‘no,’ squirming beneath you, but you push my thighs apart roughly and hold my wrists down on the mattress just above my head. 

“I want you.” You say. “And I know you want me too.”

I keep saying, ‘no, please,’ but you continue kissing me and fingering my pussy. Your hard cock presses against my inner thigh. Despite my protests, my pussy begins to get wet and little whimpers and moans escape me.

“You want it. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” you ask. 

I say, “No. . .please don’t. . .stop!” But you keep going. You run your hot tongue up the side of my neck and a shiver runs through me. You shift your body and I feel your hard cock pressing against the opening of my dripping pussy. 

“Please. . .” I whimper.

“Please what?” You ask. “Please fuck you?”

“No. . .please. . .stop. . .” I whisper breathlessly. But now my mouth opens willingly to accept your hot tongue and I feel myself returning your kiss with equal desire. My heart is pounding; not from fear but from passion, desire, need.

You push just the head of your cock into me and I moan aloud, my hips rising involuntarily off the mattress to accept you. You pull back a little and laugh.

“I knew you wanted it, you little cock-tease. Your pussy is SOAKED!” You say before pushing your tongue back into my mouth, probing its farthest reaches.

“Please don’t. . .stop. . .mmmmm.. . .don’t stop. . .” I beg. 

You laugh and thrust into me deeply. You begin to fuck me with slow, hard thrusts. I moan and lift my hips from the mattress to meet each stroke. 

“Tell me what you want.” You demand.

“You. . .” I groan.

“Tell me more.” You say, roughly shoving your cock in deep.

“I want you to fuck me. . .take me. . .take my pussy. . .” I plead.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” You laugh.

“Yes. . .” I answer, lifting my legs and wrapping them around your waist.

“You like this, don’t you?” You say. “You like me TAKING you. You like me MAKING you fuck me, don’t you?”

For a moment I try to deny that I like this, that I want it like this. I try to move my arms, to get away, but you press my wrists against the mattress tightly. You pull your cock almost all the way out of my steaming pussy, leaving just the head inside me. I don’t want you to stop. My pussy is on fire and I need you to take me; there’s no denying it.

“No. . .wait. . .please. . .” I plead.

“You want me to TAKE you. You want me to MAKE you give me that hot pussy, don’t you?” You demand angrily, shoving your cock in hard. “Admit it!”

“Yes. . .I want it. . .TAKE me. . .MAKE me do it. . .” I whimper.

“Tell me whose pussy this is.” You demand, beginning to slide in and out slowly.

“Yours. . .this is YOUR pussy. . .” I whimpered, squeezing you with my legs and pushing my hips up to take all of you into me.

“That’s right. It’s MINE.” You say. “This pussy belongs to me. What will you do for me?”

“Anything. . .I swear, anything you want. . .”

“What if I want you to masturbate for me?” You ask. “Will you let me watch you play with your pussy?”

“Yes. . .” I promise.

“Will you let me see you make yourself cum?”

“Yes. . .”

“What if I want to watch you with another woman? Will you lick pussy for me?”

“Yes. . .” I feel intensely aroused at the thought, having often fantasized about other women. 

“Will you get in a 69 with her?”

“Oh yes. . .” I moan.

“Will you push your tongue up her ass? And let her do the same to you?” You ask.

“God, yes. . .” I exclaim, so close to orgasm.

The idea of you watching me make love to another woman, tonguing her pussy and her ass sends me over the edge. I cry out and begin to cum, my whole body tensing, squeezing you with my arms and legs, and my pussy.

“That’s it,” you moan, never missing a stroke. “Oh yeah, cum for me, baby.”

My orgasm begins to subside, and my body begins to relax. But you don’t stop. You aren’t nearly done yet.

“This is MY pussy and no one else fucks it. . .”

“No. . .no one else. .” I whisper.

“You didn’t let me finish.” You reply. “No one else fucks it, unless I say so.”

I look at you questioningly.

“What if I want to watch some other guy fuck you?” you ask, shoving your cock in hard, brushing against my clit. “Would you do that for me? Would you let me watch?”

The idea of another man fucking me doesn’t turn me on so much as the thought of YOU WATCHING him take me.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes. . .” I whimpered as another orgasm began to build inside me. I resume meeting your strokes eagerly.

“Would you suck my cock while he fucks that hot pussy from behind?” You ask, slowing down the pace and watching my face.

“Yes, baby. . .” I breath. “Anything. . .I swear. . .anything you want. . .”

“Will you swallow my cum?”

“Yes. . .” I reply, and suddenly I thirst for it.

“I want to tie you up and fuck your hot mouth. Do you trust me enough to let me do that?”

“Yes. . .”

You release my wrists and I wrap my arms around your neck, running my fingers through you hair. You slide your hands under my ass, kneading the soft round flesh. I moan louder and my breathing is labored, my heart pounding so hard I think it will burst from my chest any moment.

“Are you gonna cum for me again, girl?”

“Yes. . .” I whimper. And I cry out as another orgasm overtakes me.

You push your cock into me deeply and ride out my orgasm. When it passes, you pull your cock out of me and tell me to roll over. I comply immediately and you enter me from behind. I push my ass up and back, giving you easy access. 

“God, your ass feels so good against me.” You say, thrusting hard and deep.

I moan in response.

“What if I want to fuck that ass?” you ask. “Will you give me that? Will you let me slide my cock in and out of that tight little puckered asshole and fill it with cum?”

“Oh God, yes. . .” I moan, wondering if you have any idea how appealing that thought is to me. I long to give it to you.

For a while we don’t speak. The room is filled with the sounds of our lovemaking: moans, groans, whimpering, panting and the wet sounds of your hard cock sliding in and out of my hot cunt.

I slide my hand under myself and begin to rub my swollen clit.

“Fuck yes. Stroke that hot clit, baby.” You whisper.

Your strokes become harder, faster, more insistent.

“I’m gonna cum any minute.” You groan.

“Do it, baby.” I reply.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” You ask.

“Oh yes. . .please, baby, please cum inside me. . .” I beg.

That does it for you. You push your hard cock into me and groan loud. I stroke my clit furiously and nearly scream as yet another orgasm, the most intense yet, hits me. Just as it begins to subside, I feel your cock jerking inside me, spewing its full load of hot sticky cum deep into my steamy pussy.

“Oh God, yes, baby! Fill me with your cum. Fill my pussy with your hot cum!” I cry out as my orgasm peaks again, begins to subside, then peaks yet again. For a second, my heart seems to stop and I think that I’ll surely die from the sheer pleasure of this moment.

This is just one of the many fantasies (yours, mine & ours) that I want us to explore together; several, though certainly not all of them, are mentioned in this story.  I hope we have time to explore as many of them as possible!

Against My Will



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When I dropped out of college to get married, everyone, relatives, friends, my mother, all told me I was making a terrible mistake. They were right. Unfortunately, when you're twenty years old, exercising your right to NOT take good advice is consistent with the stupidity of youth and a total lack of common sense.

Within nine months I was divorced, no job, botched education and living back home with my mother. It was like a bad dream...stuck in a small one horse town, a place I swore I would leave the day I became an adult. Suddenly I found myself confined with no apparent way out. 

I would become extremely depressed when I thought about my high school days. Those were my golden days, the popularity I experienced, the self esteem I felt. My friends were absolutely sure I would be the one who would escape this boring rural community and be successful in my endeavors. How did I go from the "girl most likely" to a total failure? 

My mother worried so much about me she finally swallowed her pride and confided with an old family friend, Mr Lewis, for advice. He was the sole owner of the only bank in the county, extremely rich and not known to be benevolent to failures. 

Surprisingly, he actually created a position for me at his bank...a charitable act that even surprised my mother. She decided his offer of employment was so uncharacteristic of him, he surely must have had an ulterior motive. She was convinced he was going to expect something sexual from me.

Her fears never materialized. In fact, he was extremely paternal, and our relationship was more akin to a grandfather-granddaughter than employer and employee. 

And because the old man liked me, I soon became the youngest person ever to be promoted to Head Cashier in the history of the bank. This was an extremely prestigious position for a woman in such a small rural community. He even paid me more than anyone else in the bank, more than employee's who had been with him for years and years. 

I became comfortable...the best way to describe my life I guess...buying a small home and resigning myself to the fact I was never leaving the town where I was born. But, I also felt fortunate, thankful my life wasn't going to be a total failure. And the respect...the respect the community showed towards me and my position was very rewarding. 

I slowly became like my mother...hating change. Without really realizing it, I had become very conservative, both morally and politically. 

I still remember the day old Mr Lewis told me he was selling the bank. I was depressed for days. I knew he didn't have a choice, the big banks in Chicago had extended their competitive tentacles into our area and our bank just couldn't compete with them any more. 

The last day Mr Lewis worked he told me the bank was becoming a branch of First National of Chicago. He said they were sending a Manager from their home office...a Mr Tony Gabriel, to take control of the bank. He didn't know anything about him. 

I remember thinking how I would probably hate the guy...some big city "know it all" who would be totally ignorant of rural community values, and probably wouldn't care to know. Just another step in his "upward mobility" career within the huge corporation. 

I'm sure the portrayal of my life up to this point appears to be a boring existence. But, believe it or not, I actually had become quite happy with the simplicity of small town living. That's why I was feeling so sad, and fearful, that everything would change when the new manager arrived. 

Working for the only Financial Institution in a rural area can be fulfilling for a young woman like myself. Banking emits the aura of respectability and class, especially if you have ranking in the bank like I did as Head Cashier. Now I was fearful of losing my comfort, my ranking, my tranquility. 

Mr Lewis had abdicated his role as the social conscious of the bank sometime ago. He chose me to be the bank's representative within the community, allowing me ample time to be active in the Chamber of Commerce and other civic organizations. These extra-curricular activities were the sum total of my social life. I was sure the new manager would take over these functions...performing civic duties always looks good on a resume' and in a personnel file. 

I remember the day I returned from lunch, my weekly Chamber of Commerce meeting. Marcia, one of my tellers, met me at the door. 

"The new manager is here," she whispered. "And you're not going to believe it. Tony is a woman! Toni. Get it?" 

"What," I blurted out. "He's a woman? Wow, we didn't see that coming did we?" 

As I hurried to my desk, Marcia followed on my heels. "She wants to see you immediately," Marcia said nervously. "She knew your name and everything. You had better get in to her office." 

I deposited my purse in my desk drawer and headed for the new manager's office. 

Marcia called out to me, "Kathy, wait a minute. I have to tell you something else before you go in." 

"What is it Marcia?" I snapped. I was on edge anyway, and Marcia was beginning to bug me. 

"She promoted me to Head Cashier," Marcia blubbered out. "She told me I now have your job." 

I stopped in my tracks. "What?" I murmured. "She did what?" 

Marcia repeated herself. 

"Did she say anything else," I asked hesitantly. "Did she say what I would by doing." 

"No she didn't Kathy. I'm sorry. That's all she told me." 

My heart began to pound. The first thought that came to my mind...they're going to fire me to cut cost. I would be the most obvious choice...I was the one who was over-paid. 

I felt totally disheartened. Where would I work in this one horse town now. There was nothing that I would qualify for that could ever afford me the status and money that this job did. I was scared. 

"Come in," I heard a firm female voice say.. 

As I walked into her office my plight was forgotten for a moment. I was temporarily stunned by her appearance. She was definitely a city girl, and so young...so beautiful, stunning. 

She was impeccably dressed...not the kind of clothes you could buy around here. I suddenly felt clumsy and ugly...classless. 

Her voice startled me. "Have a seat Kathy," she politely ordered while pointing to a chair in front of her desk. "You look just like your picture." 

She noticed my puzzlement. "Did you forget about the photographer we sent here three months ago? You know, he came here to take pictures of the bank." 

"Oh, yes, I remember," I said smilingly. " But, I don't recall him taking pictures of me!" 

"Yes, he took several of you at your desk. He was quite taken by you. He not only thought you were pretty, he thought you were very, very photogenic. See, you had an admirer and didn't realize it." 

I forced a smile, unsure of the protocol in this situation. 

"I'm sure Marcia has already told you I promoted her to head cashier," she said quietly. "She's a cute little thing, maybe a little young for that position, but my sixth sense tells me she'll do well once she gets the hang of it. Don't you agree?" 

"What about me?" my voice barely audible. "Am I fired?" 

"Fired?" she laughed. "Of course not. Is that why your so tense? You look like a frightened little school girl. No, your not fired. I'm promoting you to my personal assistant." 

I felt such a surge of relief I didn't hear her continue talking. 

"What's that?" I blurted out. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear what you said." 

"I said my information shows you're now making $25,000 a year...right." 

"Yes," I said. "The previous owner was very generous." 

"Well," Miss Gabriel said. "How does $50,000 a year sound?"

I was stunned! $50,000 dollars! I lived very comfortably on my present salary...she was going to double it! I didn't know what to say. 

"Is there a problem?" Miss Gabriel asked. 

"No...oh no, there's no problem," I said. "But isn't that a lot of money? I'm not sure I'm qualified for a job that pays that much. You are aware you could have your choice of anyone for that salary." 

"I realize that Kathy...and I really appreciate your honesty. But, I want you... and yes, you're qualified because I know you're capable of learning.There is one thing that I expect, however, and that's your full obedience... doing exactly what I order you to do, no questions asked. Some of your duties will appear to be non-bank related but I expect your full compliance in performing these duties as they arise." 

I barely heard her mention her expectations...her requirements. I was still thinking of the large salary. 

"Can you live with those guidelines Kathy?" her voice asked firmly. 

"Oh yesss, I can do that Miss Gabriel. Anything you ask...I'll try to be the best employee...ever. I'll do my best to be an able assistant." 

"Good," she said as she ushered me from her office. "I had maintenance set up a desk in the office next to mine. I want you to have an office of your own because...well occasionally, you may need some privacy. Okay with you?" 

"Yes, and thanks again Miss Gabriel." 

A private office! I couldn't believe the turn of events. And the money. I wanted to skip to my new office, I could barely contain my happiness. ______________________________________ 

Miss Gabriel was extremely patient in training me in how she expected things to be done. It was a pleasure working for her. She even allowed me to continue being the bank's social representative with the local charities and professional groups in town. 

She was a city girl though and spent as much time in Chicago as possible. She rented a small apartment in town, nothing very elaborate, but she drove to Chicago every weekend, sometimes not returning till Tuesday or Wednesday of the following week. 

She often spoke of the beautiful Condo she owned in the city and how much she missed it. I was quite sure she didn't plan on living here very long. I began to envision my next promotion, Manager of the Bank! Maybe my High School friends were right...I was going to be a big success. Needless to say, I was on top of the world. 

One day Mrs Gabriel called me in to her office to discuss, of all things, my wardrobe. She wasn't very kind with her assessment of my clothes and suggested I do something about it. I assured her I would.

Later, that same day, she called me in again. "Listen Kathy, I don't think you can find the type of clothes locally that I suggested you wear. I have an idea. Why don't you come to Chicago with me this weekend...no, we won't even wait for the weekend. We'll leave Friday morning, shop Friday afternoon and all day Saturday. How does that sound?" 

It sounded exciting and I told her so. I hadn't been to Chicago in ages. With my new salary I could afford to shop in some of the more expensive stores she had suggested. ---------------------------------------------------

That night I went by my mother's home to borrow a suitcase. She was on the phone when I entered the house. It was apparent from the conversation she was trying to tactfully turn down someone who was calling her for a dinner date. 

"Who was that?" I asked when she hung up the phone. 

"Oh, someone I met at Beverly Jackson's party last week. She's always having these parties to try to match people up. It gets to be boring after awhile. I've told Beverly I can find my own dates...to stop putting me in these uncomfortable situations. She doesn't listen. Her heart's in the right place I guess." 

"Well, I don't understand why you don't date more, mother. Look at you...every woman in this town is envious of you, your looks, your financial independence. You're one of the most beautiful women in the whole county...I bet you haven't been on three dates since dad died two years ago." 

"And it's none of your business is it?" she snapped. 

"No, I guess not. Listen, I'm going to Chicago this weekend with my boss. I need to borrow a suitcase. Are they still stored in the basement?" 

I didn't wait for an answer...I went to the basement and picked one out. 

"Why are you going to Chicago?" she asked when I returned upstairs. "If you're going with your boss it must be a business trip, huh." 

"No mom. Actually, were going clothes shopping. Anything you need while I'm there?" 

"No, not really. By he way, I stopped in the bank the other day. I thought you might be free for lunch. Your were out...as usual. Anyway, I saw your new boss talking to a client. She looks like a real classy woman...beautiful too. Do you like her?" 

"Yes, I really enjoy working for her mom. And I told you before what kind of money I'm making. Everything is going extremely well for me." 

Well, I'm happy for you honey. Have a good time in the city. Be careful, okay." _____________________________________ 

Friday morning Miss Gabriel came by my home early...like six AM. She had a beautiful car...a Mercedes, the interior, all leather, was exquisite. 

I had never seen her in anything but business clothes. She was wearing a light blue halter top and shorts. God, she had a stunning body...it was hard to believe that she was still unmarried at thirty years old. 

Once we hit the freeway she set the speedometer on 90...I think it stayed there all the way to Chicago. Usually I have a real fear of high speeds, but surprisingly, this time it didn't seen to bother me. She was so confident, so adept at handling the car, being afraid just never entered my mind. 

Her Condominium was absolutely beautiful...just as she described it. Certainly nothing like it in my world, that was for sure. Top floor in a sky rise, four bedrooms, and floor to ceiling windows on three sides. Huge windows everywhere. What a view, especially overlooking Lake Michigan. It was no wonder she came back here every weekend. I was curious as to how she could afford it. 

We freshened up while awaiting the doorman to bring up our bags. A doorman! I couldn't believe it. My God, this was living. 

We arrived early enough to take in a fine restaurant for lunch...the food was exquisite. Miss Gabriel ordered for both of us since I admitted to her the menu was foreign to me. 

She thought that was so cute, so innocent. I thought it was embarrassing. Anyway, it was an excellent lunch, and after a few glasses of wine, it was off to the finest stores in he city.

Shopping with Miss Gabriel was, for lack of a better term, a very strange experience. I was totally intimidated. She began by selecting all of my new clothes for me. She would ask whether I agreed with her choices, but asked in a way that implied, don't disagree with her. 

When she insisted on paying for everything I finally objected. I tried to tell her I was perfectly capable of paying for my own clothes. She told me it was a bonus for doing such a good job for her. 

Fortunately, I agreed with most of her selections. I just wasn't sure I could wear any of it in a small conservative town. For the most part, her choices were extremely revealing...and suggestive...especially the short skirts, low cut blouses and sweaters. 

I had to admit, I felt like a little girl in a candy store, not like a twenty five year old responsible woman. And I was openly embarrassed when she came to the counter with twenty five pair of thongs and hosiery. I actually began giggling...having totally succumb to her generosity. 

Another two hours of shopping for sports clothes, shorts, socks and shoes, I think I was nearly in shock...especially being introduced to the privileges of the rich. She simply gave her address to the department manager with delivery instructions...we didn't have to carry a thing! 

Leaving the store, we stopped for a quick drink before returning to her car. I never felt so obligated to anyone in my life as I did to her at that moment. I truly believed she had a heart of gold. 

We didn't go out for dinner that night...she ordered a pizza sent in. We spent the night sipping wine while I tried on some of my new clothes and, with some prodding, and more wine, I modeled some of them for her. Not ever owning clothes so revealing, I was a little embarrassed...thank god the wine numbed my inhibitions. 

Saturday morning. The day was beautiful. She had breakfast sent up to the Condo from a restaurant on the first floor! All the services of a fine hotel...it was amazing! 

She wanted to go shopping again. I made her promise she wouldn't buy me any thing else. 

Never having wore thongs before, I felt completed naked under my skirt. And her other little quirk...no bra's...I felt absolutely devilish as my large breast swayed with every movement I made. In short, I felt a little slutty.

Driving thru the city she suddenly remembered something important she wanted to discuss with her father. We changed course and drove to her father's home. It was...it was a mansion! A butler met us at the door!. A butler for gods sake. 

She knew my question without my asking. "My father's the majority stock holder and chairman of the bank," she said. "The family also owns an Insurance company among other things. We have a lot of money," 

I now knew why she was so confident when authorizing my large salary. The nagging fear I had been nurturing, that someone from the bank's home office would call one day and say my salary was excessive, went away. 

Her father, a very young looking middle age man, and quite handsome, gave his daughter a big hug and admonished her for not coming by in over 4 months. 

They excused themselves, going into a large office to talk. I wondered around a large room looking at expensive art. Actually, having zero knowledge of art, the "expensive" was an assumption. Within thirty minutes we were back on the road to shopping. 

She shopped, I watched. When she decided to purchase a blouse for me, I could only rally up a token objection. The blouse, pure silk...so sheer...I didn't have a clue where I could ever wear it. 

That night we went bar hopping. Wearing some of my new clothes, I was extremely self conscious. The feeling didn't last long. By the third club I was tipsy, the first time since high school I had drank this many drinks. It was all so exciting to me, so alive, so exhilarating. 

The third club was packed and almost instantly we were separated from each other. Someone put a drink in my hand, then another, and another. I lost track of the drinks. And the guys were not very gentlemanly...pawing and groping, hitting on me at every turn. . 

Suddenly, someone genty tugged at my arm. "Sit down here girl," a young woman shouted. "You look like your lost. These guys will stop bothering you if you're sitting here with me." 

"Thanks," I blurted out. "This place is a mad house isn't it." 

"Yes, it's always like this, the beautiful woman said. "By the way, are you with anyone?" 

"Yes," I shouted above the din. "She's here somewhere. She went off and left me." 

"Well, she shouldn't leave you by yourself in this place," the stranger said. Especially someone who looks as good as you. "Would you like to dance? 

"What?" I asked in amazement. . 

"Would you like to dance?" she repeated. 

"With you?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Do you hear or see anyone else asking you?" she snapped sarcastically. 

Just at that moment Miss Gabriel appeared. 

"What are you doing Jessica?" she said coldly to the woman. 

"Toni, girl...how have you been?" the beautiful woman asked. "Haven't seen you around recently. How have you been?"

"I'm fine Jess...now what have you been telling my friend?" 

"Nothing, Toni. You know me...always coming to the rescue of young lady...and she certainly appeared to need rescuing. She looked so lost and...so...so innocent... I had to do the right thing and help her out." 




Against My Will



"Let's go," Toni said to me as she stared rudely at Jessica. She grabbed me by the arm and led me briskly thru the crowd, out on to the street.

Once we were in the car she drove like a maniac. I was so drunk I didn't care. I wasn't to drunk however, not to be curious. I had to ask. 

"What happened back there?" I asked. That's when I noticed...I was slurring my words. 

"Was she a friend of yours? And why...why did she ask me to dance. I was sort of embarrassed...why would she ask me to dance?" 

"Don't worry about it," Miss Gabriel ordered. "Just forget it. We'll go back to my place and have a night cap, get a good nights sleep and be on the road by noon. How does that sound?" 

"Great," I muttered. I turned my attention to the street lights whizzing by...mesmerized by their brilliance. 

When we arrived back at the Condo I tried to act sober, carefully walking thru the parking garage without reeling from side to side. Once inside the apartment, I plopped myself down on a barstool at the wet bar. Miss Gabriel, drink in hand, moved over to the long, plush couch.

Kathy," she said in a low, sultry voice," "Come over here and massage my feet. These shoes are killing me." 

Without any hesitation, I slid off the stool and staggered around to the front of the couch. As ladylike as possible, I knelt on my knee's in front of her. After removing her right shoe, I thought it curious that I would think the smell from the leather had an appeasing odor. Surely nothing about her could be imperfect...I thought it an honor massaging her feet. 

"God, that feels so good," she moaned. "Keep it up. You have incredible fingers girl." 

As I moved to her left foot she lifted her leg ever so slightly. "Why don't you take my stockings off Kathy. I think the massage would feel better on my bare skin." 

She continued raising her leg, her short dress hiking further up her thighs. I felt a sudden rush of blood to my face...and...and I'm sure I turned beet red. It was such a precarious position to be in, but...but when I glanced up at her, she appeared unconcerned about exposing herself to me.

I very cautiously reached under the hem of her dress, fully expecting her to be wearing pantyhose. She wasn't. She had on thigh high nylons, so black in contrast to her milky thighs...how odd I would make that distinction...milky... 

As I slipped my fingers under the elastic she emitted a moan. Her legs, parting further, revealing to my riveted eyes, her large mound. So large, in fact, her panties barely covered it! 

Her panties, slightly creased, appeared to be glued to her slit. I could smell her...not her perfume...her...her sex! It looked so juicy, like a ripe, peeled peach. I had this nasty urge to...to...oh, jesus...to touch her there. How depraved...I vowed to never drink again. 

I quickly slipped her stockings from her legs, re-focusing on massaging her feet. I was acutely aware of my pounding heart, and the room becoming uncomfortably warm...so warm I could hardly breath! 

With my head lowered and my eyes tightly closed, I concentrated on my task...to massage her feet until she asked me to stop. In my trance like state I felt her foot withdraw from my hand. I didn't move, my eyes remaining closed, my head down. 

The weight of her legs startled me, one on each of my shoulders, resting on me like a footstool. I opened my eyes, there, again, barely visible under her dress, the...the peach, covered in silk. 

Her feet moved forward, the calves of her legs sliding over my shoulders and down my back...the weight of her legs pulling me forward. 

I hardly noticed her fingers entangled in my hair...pulling me to her, her body slipping forward as her legs fell open...wide...wider...I heard her speak. 

"See what you've done Kathy...you've turned me into a gooey mess. Now you're going to have to take care of me." 

Instinctively, I tried pulling away...the thought of what she was suggesting was repugnant.. Did I do something to make her think I was like that! 

"Nooooo, please...please Miss Gabriel...how could you ask me to...to...to do that?" 

I couldn't breath...and I was going to be sick! I staggered to my feet and ran to the bathroom. With my head buried in the commode I vomited, my stomach knotting in pain. I sat there on the floor for ten minutes...the sickness and pain easing a bit. 

"How do you feel...are you alright now?" She stood so close I could feel her thighs pressing the back of my head. "Are you going to be alright?" her voice demanding acknowledgement. 

"Yes, I'm fine...just too much to drink I think. Maybe I better get some sleep...I'm really tired." 

I wanted to forget the last fifteen minutes. I wanted to forget her advances...her expectations of me. I wanted it to be like it was before... 

"Sure...sleep, I'm sure that's what you need. And...and you're going to sleep soon. Just as soon as we finish...you know." 

"Please...please Miss Gabriel...noooo...no, I'm sorry, I'm not like, you know...like that." 

With a cat like quickness she grabbed my head firmly, twisting it till my face was direct between her legs. 

"Oh god...please don't...don't do this...I want to go home Miss Gabriel...please...why, why are you doing this to me?" I'm a good girl...please...please leave me alone." 

Her scent filled my nostril's, the familiar odor of a woman...my lips forced to touch the wet silk, the tears welling up in my eyes. 

Just inches away, a finger pulling the wet silk aside...there, a bulging mound, shaved smoothly...looking so clean...a moist, reddish slit, beckoning. I squirmed, trying to resist as she held my lips to her...oh god, please...this can't be happening to me!

"Smell me slut...sniff my cunt...taste me you fucking little bitch...c'mon...a little taste.. I know you're going to like it..." 

She held my mouth firmly against her...a warm, oily substance seeping from her onto my lips...her thighs so warm...touching my cheeks...just a taste... 

Never, in my wildest imagination, would I ever do this...even think of it. It must have been instinct guiding my tongue...just one lick...just one...just to see...licking...licking her moist crack. 

"Yes, that's it you sweet little bitch. Lick it. God, that's so good, so good. You do like it don't you baby? You do like it...What a sweet little slut you're going to be..." 

I was consumed with self-loathing...but...but I couldn't...couldn't stop, I...I suddenly wanted to please her...God, the heady aroma...the smelly...smelly... 

Her hips began to undulate, humping my face...my lips...my tongue...this woman standing over me like I was...was ...was there for her pleasure...using my tongue, my mouth to satisfy her lust. What kind of person would do this to me? 

Her hands weren't holding me to her any more...I was free...but...but it was too late. My lips were glued to her large, swollen mound. It felt comfortable, so safe, on my knee's, serving her. Oh god, please let me make her happy...please. 

And then she came...driving that luscious gash around my aching tongue...fucking me, my face...her scream...her scream becoming my pleasure... 

"I'm cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinggggggggggg,' she screamed out...her body, unrestrained, slammed my lips uncontrollably, her body eventually reduced to a quivering, gushing fountain of cum...so exquisite...filling my soft, virgin mouth.

I consciously stopped licking her...her body fell limp...I thought it was over. My own body...God, I was on fire. I didn't know what to do...the cold bathroom floor did nothing to cool off the heat between my legs. 

I looked up from the floor into her face. She had a look of triumph...and disdain. A feeling of shame and humiliation pierced my heart like a knife. The reality of what I had just done...sex with another woman, and in the bathroom! What could be more degrading! 

She stepped over me and sat down on the commode. Spreading her legs suggestively, she let me know she wasn't done with me.. 

"I think you're going to work out rather well Kathy. I seem to have an eye for pussy lovers. You definitely fit that category. Look at you...soft, full lips. You would have made a good cocksucker too. Your mouth is just like a sweet pussy." 

Her words were so bittersweet. I hated myself even as I was feeling a sense of pride. She had so twisted my mental state, I thought being told I had the makings of a good cocksucker was a compliment. That my mouth was like a sweet pussy was icing on the cake. 

She sighed, as if I were boring her. "Well, what are you going to do bitch. Sit on the floor all night?" 

I didn't know what she wanted of me. "I'm sorry Mrs Gabriel...I don't know what I should do." 

"Bring that pretty little mouth over here and clean my pussy. Why the fuck you think I'm sitting here with my legs spread. Come on...I'm tired. I want to go to bed. 

I hesitated for a moment before crawling to her. I wanted to be obedient, I wanted her to like me. Burying my face between her thighs again, I crudely lapped at the excessive discharge dripping from her slit. She raised one leg, leaving no doubt as to what she wanted me to do. I held my breath...dipping my tongue into the crevice of her ass...the bitter taste creating more lust in me than I could ever imagine. 

"You liked licking my cunt didn't you Kathy. I want to hear you say it." 

It was an uncomfortable moment. I didn't know what to say...didn't she realize I had just committed an act I considered so depraved I felt dirty...defiled...even abused. Why did I crave to gratify myself?" 

"Forget it...you don't have to admit it. What's important...you performed like you liked it. I knew you were going to be my slut the first day I laid eyes on you." 

She pushed me away..."I'm tired and we have a two hour trip tomorrow. I'm going to bed." 

She stepped over me, leaving me sitting on the bathroom floor. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said. "I don't want you masturbating. I want you to go straight to bed. No playing with yourself. Is that understood?" 

"Yes Miss Gabriel," I whispered meekly. 

I felt like a child. A twenty five year old woman being sent to bed...and in my heart I knew I would abide by what she said. 

I arose from the floor, my legs ached from kneeling on the floor so long, My body was craving for sexual release but obeying her turned me on even more. ---------------------------------------------- 

We both slept until noon. We packed quietly, making small talk...not mentioning our activities the night before. 

An hour into our trip back to Vicksburg she broke the silence. Speaking in that low, sultry voice. "Go ahead Kathy, Go ahead and relieve yourself...you deserve it." 

I didn't understand. "Do what...I don't know..." 

"Finger yourself. You're dying to cum, I know you are." 

I was stunned. "I can't do that Miss Gabriel...I don't need to...I just want to get home." 

"I wasn't giving you a choice Kathy...I want to see you do yourself. Don't piss me off...do what I tell you to do." 

"That's a private thing Miss Gabriel...I just couldn't, you know...it would be too embarrassing. Please, I don't want to talk about it." 

I could feel the tension...and I didn't know why she was dead set on shaming me.

"Didn't I just tell you to do something. Are you defying me? OR YOU DEFYING ME?" 

My face was burning...I didn't understand...why was she being so cruel. 

I closed my eyes, slowly slipping my hand under my skirt. I tried to muffle the moan...touching myself suddenly excited me. My fingers touched the crease of my panties. I knew she was watching. Somehow that now excited me. The very thought of her eying me...my god, I felt like such a filthy slut. 

I spread my legs slightly, my fingers pulling my panties aside. I found my clit, and suddenly the moans weren't muffled any more. My pussy wept copiously, my panties becoming saturated..my fingers giving me so much pleasure. 

"Do you like fingering yourself in front of me Kathy?" Well, do you?" 

"Yessssss,' I hissed. "God, yessss." 

"Are you about to cum Kathy?" she asked. "Soon...yessss...gonna cum...gonna..." 

Suddenly the car veered from the freeway, taking an exit into the parking lot of a roadside restaurant. 

"Stop fingering yourself Kathy," she ordered. I don't want you cumming yet. Stop." 

God, I was so close..on the verge. "Please Miss Gabriel...I have to... can't stop...please, can't stop now!" 

"I said stop!" 

Why was she torturing me. My face was covered with perspiration, my breathing coming in short gasps. 

Miss Gabriel got out of the car. "Come on...let's get something to eat." 

I glanced at her, catching the twisted smile she was displaying. 

As we stood in the waiting area for a table, the confining atmosphere, the closeness, the body heat of the others waiting, suddenly seemed to compound the odor coming from between my legs. I was certain everyone standing close to me could smell it. I wanted to die. 

I lowered my head submissively as we were led to a booth at the rear of the dining room. As I sat down Miss Gabriel slid in next to me. She placed her hand on my knee...my body stiffened...I didn't care we were in a public place. My legs widened in acceptance...my eyes begging her to do me. 

Her fingers, so adept, slipped under the edge of my panties...flicking my clit. In seconds. other fingers sweetly hurting me... sliding into my squishy, wet pussy. 

It seemed only an instant, so quickly, and I was cumming. My orgasm was as intense as any I had ever had...in fact, like nothing I had ever experienced before! I thought I was going to pass out. I grasped the edge of the table as my cunt exploded, my entire body trembling violently. It was all I could do to choke back the scream. 

A strange voice broke the silence...the waitress of all people. "Is she alright? Is she having a seizure or something?" 

Her presence only intensified my eruption. My hips, thrusting involuntarily, the warm juices running down my leg. 

"Oh, wow," I heard her say. That is so hot. Is she like...like cumming?" 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my orgasm finally began to subside. My body shuddered one last time as Miss Gabriel removed her fingers. A wave of exhaustion swept over me...I slumped forward, catching myself on the edge of the table. 

Miss Gabriel's fingers were covered in a white, milky substance. The waitress quickly offered her a small handkerchief. Miss Gabriel, after wiping her hands dry, returned it to the degenerate teen. With hanky in hand, she sniffed at it shamelessly, then quickly disappeared down the hall towards the ladies room. 

"Did you see that Kathy...I think we may have another recruit. Maybe I should have you follow her to the ladies room...you know, give the little slut a treat. You'd like to lick her cunt wouldn't you? I think she'd like it. How about it Kathy...want to eat a little teenage pussy?" 

I shook my head in disgust, too upset to speak. I was so riddled with guilt... shame. Her suggestion was repulsive. I was at a new low. 

I never touched my sandwich, drinking only a little coffee.The waitress returned to our table to bring our check. I managed to look up at her, really seeing her for the first time. She was young and pretty, and when she walked away my eyes riveted on her tight little ass...I began to regret Miss Gabriel not making me follow her to the bathroom when she had the chance.. 

I finally managed to extinguish the carnal thoughts plaguing my mind...I so desperately wanted to get home and bathe...too wash away the contempt I felt for myself.

When we arrived in town Miss Gabriel drove me directly home. Not a word was spoken between us. 

I ran into the house, quickly stripping off my clothes. The hot water cleansed my body but did nothing to alleviate the shame I felt inside. I was so tired...eventually crying myself to sleep. 

I didn't go into work the following day. I could hardly face myself...I certainly didn't want to have to face Miss Gabriel. 

Marcia, my friend at the bank, called about 10am to see if I was alright. I told her I wasn't feeling well...I also asked if Miss Gabriel had asked about me. She informed me Miss Gabriel hadn't shown up for work either! 

At noon I drove across town to visit my mother. I needed some normalcy. She would never understand the awful things I had experienced over the weekend, but just being with her would be comforting. 

Seeing Miss Gabriel's Mercedes Benz sitting in my mother's driveway was like a hard blow to my stomach. What reason could that bitch have for interfering with my personal life like this! Surely she wouldn't tell my mother about our weekend. She couldn't be that cruel. And, she had never met my mother...why would she show up here! 

I didn't stop, continuing to drive around the block. I parked some distance away and walked back to the house. Sneaking thru the back yard of the house next door, I slipped thru a side door un-detected. As I tiptoed down the hall. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. 

Slipping into a storage area under the stairwell put me next to the east wall of the kitchen. I knew I'd be able to hear their conversation clearly... this was one of my favorite hiding places when I was a little girl. 

"Here's your coffee Miss Gabriel. Black, right?" 

"Thank you Mrs Conrad. Black is fine. Why don't you call me Toni." 

"Now what exactly was your purpose in visiting me today Toni? Is there something wrong with Kathy? Is she alright?" 

"She's fine Mrs Conrad. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you by dropping by unexpectedly. I just happened to be in the neighborhood and...to be truthful, I take some pride in getting to know the families of my key employees. You were aware Kathy was promoted to an Administrative Assistant." 

I knew my mother well. I knew she would be very skeptical of this slick, city girl. 

"Yes, I was aware of Kathy's promotion...and I know how appreciative she felt that someone had the confidence in her to give her added responsibility." 

That was my mom...eloquent, and coy. 

There was a long silence. Miss Gabriel finally spoke; "You know Betty, you don't mind if I call you Betty do you...I just noticed how much Kathy looks like you. Same eyes, cheek bones...even your smile. She certainly takes her beauty from you." 

I felt like vomiting. My mother would never fall for this phony crap. 

"More coffee Toni?...And thank you. I also think Kathy's beautiful...but then mother's are always a little bias when it comes to their daughters. And you're right, she does look a lot like me." 

That was when Miss Gabriel dropped the bomb. "I had the good fortune of seeing Kathy naked this last weekend, Betty. Believe me, she has a terrific body." 

I stopped breathing...I could not believe what I was hearing...this woman was evil! I knew my mother would be absolutely livid hearing this kind of talk. 

In a trembling voice I heard my mother say; "Under what circumstance would you see my daughter naked, Toni? What was going on? Were you...you know...having some kind of sex party in Chicago?" 

I was straining to hear some kind of inflection in my mothers voice. Was she upset...worried? I couldn't tell. I was, however, flabbergasted she would have this conversation with a virtual stranger. 

"Oh no, god no, Betty. Nothing like that I happen to see her coming out of the shower. We were getting ready to go shopping. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mislead you. It is interesting though...the questions you just asked. If I had seen her having sex with someone, would you really want me to tell you about it? Would you want full details? 

"She's an adult. She can do what she wants. But...(I heard my own mother giggle) details can sometimes be exciting, I guess. How did we ever get on this subject anyway? Hmm...you know, I can't remember the last time I saw Kathy in the buff." 




Against My Will



There was no mistaken the inflection now. And if I could detect the excitement in my mother's voice I was sure Miss Gabriel could also. This woman was a master of manipulation. How else could she have drawn this straight-laced woman into having this bizarre conversation. 

I couldn't understand Miss Gabriel's motivation. What was her purpose? Was she leading up to tell my mother the details of our weekend together? Mother would never understand that. It would devastate her. 

The small space under the stairwell was closing in on me. My legs were beginning to cramp...and adding to my misery, I had to go to the bathroom. I could only hope this inane conversation would end soon...give me a chance to get out of here un-detected. 

"You know Betty...I bought Kathy a very personal gift while we were in Chicago. I can see now that it would have been the perfect gift for you also. I think I'll look for similar one for you the next time I'm in the city." 

"Really," I heard my mother say. "What did you buy her." 

"You would love it Betty. A very expensive, sheer, white blouse. It looks absolutely sexy on her...she has the perfect breasts to pull it off. Naturally, it has to be worn without a bra... and once she gets over her shyness she'll look fabulous in it." 

"Did you see..." 

"Yes, she modeled it for me in my condo. She was extremely self conscious...but her breasts, so beautiful...well, you know how full and firm they look." 

"Yes...full and firm," I heard my mother barely whisper. 

"Your breasts are similar Betty. That's why I think this blouse would look so great on you. And I bet you have large nipples and dark aureola's. They would show thru the sheer...the contrast would be absolutely slutty." 

"We could never wear them around here Toni...not in this town...but Chicago...you can wear anything in Chicago." 

My finger's were buried in my crotch. The image of Miss Gabriel...my mother...oh god, what's happening! I was so wet, the squishing of my pussy broke the silence in my cramped hideaway. 

"I agree Betty. You couldn't wear it here. Oh jesus, look at the time. I'm going to have to go. I won't forget...I'll pick out a nice blouse the next time I'm in the city. It will be my gift to you. Maybe you'll model it for me...I would love to see those large nipples of yours." 

"I'm certainly glad you dropped by Toni. I enjoyed talking to you. Give me a call...maybe we can have lunch...I'd enjoy that." 

"I'll do that Betty...and you have a nice day." 

I heard the front door close. My mother returning to the kitchen. 

I was so hot...and I had to pee...I had to get out of here without my mother seeing me! My pussy was burning...raw from my fingering. I heard a sound...it sounded like...like...the moan was undefinable at first...and then it became clear, very clear. 

"Uuuuugggggggggg...UMMMMMMMM...oh god, oh godddddd...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

My mother was masturbating! I was stunned. And she was cumming!...Oh god, mommy...please...noooo. I listened as my mother fingered herself to an orgasm! It was so vulgar, so nasty. I didn't understand my intense arousal...this was my mother! 

The pain...god, the pain...the lips of my cunt rubbed raw. I couldn't stop...not now...I was on the edge...It was so hot I could feel sweat literally running down my back into the crevice of my crack. It felt as if a bubble were about to burst inside of me...I frantically clawed at the wet slit of my panties...

In just a few moments the bubble burst...My orgasm so intense I could hardly stand the pleasure. I don't know how I muffled the scream. 

The cramps in my legs hurt so much, I slumped forward, my knee's scraping on the rough, hewed floor. And then I peed. Warm piss gushing out of me, puddling on the floor around my knees. I swivelled and sat down in the putrid mess, my skirt soaking it up like a sponge.

There I sat, in the darkness, basking in my sweet, sweet shame.

Mother finally left the house, giving me the opportunity to sneak away. I was a mess...my skirt wet, my bobbi sox soaked, my panties a filthy mess. God, did I feel lewd.. 

As I drove across town I tried to figure out what Miss Gabriel was all about. Who was she, this rich bitch, this sexual predator of other females? And why...why did I succumb so easily? My mother...the moral compass of my life...the rock of our family, had also come so close to being seduced. My god, I can't let her become a sexual deviate like me! I had to protect her from this sick bitch. 

I vowed to myself it was going to end...no more. It had to be over, even if it meant my job. It was perverted, wrong...and it was so sick. But I couldn't shake to image of my mother and Miss Gabriel, together. In a instant, the lust, the craving, swept over me again. ---------------------------------------------- 

The following morning I went to work with a new lease on life. A good nights sleep and a bright sunny morning filled me with confidence. I was determined to be my own person again...and it felt good. 

As I sat at my desk, Marsha approached. "Kathy, what are you doing here. I thought you were on your way to the Home Office in Chicago. Didn't you get the message on your answering machine?" 

The urgency in her voice frightened me. My answering machine? I hadn't bothered to check my messages in days! 

"What message Marcia? What are you talking about? Home Office? Where is Miss Gabriel? Is she in?" 

"No, she went back to Chicago last night. She had me call and leave you the message. She was very specific...She wants you to meet her there Wednesday morning. I thought you were driving there today." 

"Well I didn't get any message. Goddamn it, this is a mess. I don't even know where the Home Office branch is located. What else did she say? Where am I supposed to stay when I get there? I guess at her place, huh?" 

"No, she said to check in at the Plaza Hotel. You have a reservation there...it's already paid for by the bank." 

My high spirits were evaporating quickly. It was impossible for me to determine whether this was legitimate business or more of her sick games. 

I went home to pack...I didn't know how long I was to be there so I packed for at least 4 days. Within two hours I was on the road. 

I convinced myself I had to stand up to any challenge of my new-found freedom. That reaffirmation was short lived. I unconsciously exited the freeway to a roadhouse restaurant to grab myself a cup of coffee.. It was the same restaurant in which Miss Gabriel had so cruelly humiliated me! It was sort of like returning to the scene of the crime. Why I felt compelled to stop here was beyond me...I only hoped the young waitress who waited on us wasn't working.

My day just seemed to get worse. There she was, the same waitress...and I was sitting in her station again! That's when I realized...I was sitting in the same booth Miss Gabriel and I occupied two days before.! Was there something in my subconscious forcing me to make these terrible decisions? 

When she approached, I prayed she wouldn't recognize me. No such luck. 

"And how are you today ma'am?" she said with a knowing smile on her face. "Your friend won't be joining you today?" 

"No, I'm alone. I'll have a cup of coffee...oh, and a small salad with blue cheese dressing." 

"Anything else for you?" 

"No, that's all." 

As she walked away my eyes stayed with her, with her firm, round butt, her athletic legs...I felt the familiar stirring...the lust. I fought it for a moment...but pleasure is restless, stimulating, no matter if it's depraved. The emotions that trigger its pursuit may be learned or inbred, I don't know. I only knew the discomfort I felt when fighting it. Oddly, my trigger, shame and humiliation, was also discomforting. Much like smoking, or eating fried food. You just can't help yourself. 

I watched as she serviced other tables. I could almost envision her panties, damp, stretched between the lips of her pussy, up into the crevice of her ass, sweaty from all that walking. 

I couldn't even hazard a guess as to why those things suddenly seemed so appealing. Last week those thoughts would have been absolutely disgusting to me. 

She approached my table to refill my cup. "So, do you live around here?" she asked. 

"No, just passing through. By the way, could you show me where your restrooms are located?' 

"Down the hall to your..." 

"Could you show me please. I'm terrible with directions." 

"Sure, follow me." Her demeanor changed...she wasn't stupid, she knew what I was hinting at. 

She opened the door for me, following, locking it behind her.. I walked into the handicap stall, careful to leave the door wide open. Within seconds she approached the open door. 

"I have to get back to my station. Do you mind if I go first?" 

I stepped back from the toilet, my heart beating so wildly I nearly swooned. She looked so young and innocent, but she was brash, a hardness developed, no doubt, from competing in her low paying job 

She moved quickly, grabbing my head and kissing me...my first kiss from a female! Her tongue was so aggressive, licking and probing, I sucked it into my mouth, her chili lunch almost gagging me. 

She pulled me by the arm as she raised her skirt and plopped down on the commode. Her panties, just as I pictured, burying between her slimy lips. I immediately fell to my knee's and buried my face in her smelly crotch. Panties aside, I frenched the puffy lips of her hairy pussy. Her body stiffened when I wrapped my lips around her over sized clit...screaming with pleasure when I sucked it like a small cock. How quickly I had learned how to disgrace myself. 

But more than that, I loved the taste of her cunt. No, that was wrong...I loved "tasting" her cunt. As pungent as it was, it was me, on my knee's in this dirty bathroom, servicing her. And I wanted her to cum in my mouth...fill it if possible...gag me. She came, I sucked her dry...licking, cleaning her beyond her previous state. 

I stood up, pulling my skirt above my waist. "Pleaseeee, god please...will you do me now? I have to cummmm...pleaseee." 

"What a slut bitch," she hissed at me. "You're so nasty...I love it."

She slid from the commode and plunged her face between my thighs. Pulling my panties aside, her tongue lapped at my sticky cunt. The frenzy she displayed only heightened my passion. Then she slowed, tantalizing me with her adept tongue. I became impatient...I wanted gratification now! 

My lips were still raw from the previous day and the pain was excruciating...I didn't care. This was my first time, a girl eating my pussy! I was out of my mind with lust...grabbing her head, fucking her mouth so obscenely, I frightened myself by my obsessiveness. I quickly put my fear aside and sadistically slammed my cunt into her mouth shamelessly. 

I couldn't have stopped, nor did I want to. My scream was like a declaration of my pursuit for utter depravity. I came and she liked it...just like me, as if we were sisters in need of this tortured pleasure.

My eruption was such an amplified sensation, I thought I may pass out. How could so much pleasure be so agonizing? And such lewd conduct in a public place? My moral compass was spinning out of control...

At the moment, however, I chose to indulge myself, the pure bliss to exquisite to ignore. 

Back on the freeway I began to cry...I couldn't help myself. And the smell of dried pussy juice on my cheeks, a reminder of my new found weakness that I was apparently incapable of escaping. I had no answer for my actions back at the restaurant...I had to accept it...I was weak and perverted.. the more I grovelled the more pleasure I derived from it.

My nerves were worn raw, much like the lips of my cunt. I knew I couldn't be with Miss Gabriel in Chicago...I just couldn't! 

At the next exit I turned around and headed back home. I knew there was a good possibility I could lose my job...I also knew I couldn't go on to Chicago. 

I arrived home about six. At seven o'clock there was a knock at my door. 

"Mom...what are you doing here?" 

"What are YOU doing here?" she asked. "Why aren't you in Chicago where you're supposed to be?" 

"How did you know...I don't understand..." 

"Toni called me...she was worried about you. What happened? Why didn't you show up there? Are you sick...is something wrong?" 

"No, nothing like that. Look mom, you don't understand. Anyway, I just didn't go. I may lose my job but...well if I do, I do." 

"You're not going to lose your job Kathy. As a matter of fact, I asked Tony that very question. She assured me she was only concerned for your health and safety. She said she would see you next Monday when she returns. Are you having a problem with her or something?" 

"I don't want to talk about it Mom..okay. What's going on anyway, are you and Toni close friends now?' 

"Well, no...but I talked to her twice today and...well, she seems like a very nice girl...and listen...don't you be so sarcastic with me. If you're having a problem I'm sure you and she can talk it out. Just don't forget...she's your boss. There may be some things she requires of you that you don't like. If you allow yourself you may learn to like it. Who knows. Sometimes we have to do things we don't like. You certainly don't want to lose a good job over it." 

"You don't understand Mom...but...I'll talk to her when she gets back. Listen, would you like some coffee?" 

"No...no I don't want anything. Oh, by the way. Toni told me about that expensive silk blouse she bought you. Let''s have a look at it." 

"Blouse? What blouse? Ohhhh, the silk blouse...the one I begged her not to buy but she bought it anyway. Listen, some other time mom. It's still packed away." 

"C'mon baby...it can't be that hard to fine. I really want to see it." 

"Mom, I'm tired." I don't want to"... 

"How long could it take...just get it out. I want to look at it." 

"Okay..Okay...I'll have to dig it out. I don't know why she bought me the damn thing anyway.. I told her not to buy it." 

I went to my guest bedroom where I had put all the clothes Miss Gabriel had bought me. I didn't know which bag it was in so I began searching. 

My mother yelled from the living room. "When you find it, put it on. I want to see how it looks on you. " 

I finally found it. I put it on. 

As I entered the living room mom spoke in a familiar, trembling voice; "Tony was right...you can't where that over a bra. It looks ridiculous. Take your bra off...let's see how it looks." 

"Mom...I'm not taking my bra off. What the hell has gotten in to you. This is getting weird." 

"I don't understand...you modeled it for Toni. You won't model it for me?" 

"How did you know..." 

"She told me...told me you modeled all of your new clothes for her." 

"What else did she tell you?" 

"Why...was there something else I should know?" 

"No...no...I just wondered. I'm just so...well, I'm just so surprised you hit it off with this bitch...and she's a real bitch, believe me." 

"That's a terrible thing to say about a woman who's been so good to you Kathy. I can't believe you're not more appreciative." 

"Let's drop it mom...I don't want to talk about her any more. You sure you don't want something to drink." 

"No...but I still want to see that blouse on you without the bra. Now, are you going to model it for me or not!" 

"Jesus christ mom...okay. If it's that important to you." 

I returned to the bedroom and removed my bra. The silk immediately teased my nipples erect. The blouse felt so sexy. 

When I entered the living room I was a bit embarrassed...no, that's wrong. I was a lot embarrassed. My mother's reaction stunned me. 

"God honey...that blouse is beautiful on you." 

She continued staring until I became extremely self conscious, standing there while my mother ogled my breast. 

"You have beautiful tits baby." She reached out as if to touch them. I pulled back. 

"You don't have to back away from me honey. I'm your mother. Come here..." 

"Mom! What's wrong with you? You're scaring me...Ohhh no...What did that bitch tell you..Don't lie to me...what did she..." 

"I know about your whole trip Kathy. I'm sorry...Toni told me everything...and I have to tell you, for a while I was in shock. Then it dawned on me...I was becoming so jazzed up listening to her story, I thought I was going to burst. The image of you and her, you on your knee's... " 

I stood there, frozen, while my own mother cupped my breast...her soft hands caressing, pinching my nipple. I could feel that familiar urge...I had to fight it...this was my mother! 

She pulled her hands back and in one swift motion pulled her sweater up over her head. She stood there in front of me, bare breasted. I gasped. "Mom..what are you doing...I don't...I don't understand...what are you..." 

She cut me short. Lifting one of her breast to her own mouth, her lips encircled the large, dark aureole... 

I was completely dumbfounded...the temples in my head were throbbing, my knees becoming wobbly and weak. She backed up to the sofa, sat down, spreading her legs to expose an ample amount of thigh. 

"Why don't you get your mother off like you took care of Toni baby. Come here and take care of your mommy...okay honey?" 

I ran to my bedroom. suddenly consumed with shame, humiliation and fear. What the hell was going on! Everything was closing in on me! I threw myself across the bed sobbing. My world was out of orbit...nothing was making any sense. 

I don' know how long I lay there...I heard the door open...close. The weight of her body on the bed, stretching out behind me. I felt her arms wrap around from behind me, a hand cupping my breast. I lay completely still. 

The hand moved from my breast downward, finding my crotch, trying to force fingers between my thighs. I don't know why...I parted them slightly, just enough to let the fingers slip in. 

"Oh god mommy...are you going to fuck me?"

My own mother began whispering in my ear; "That's what you want isn't it baby...someone to fuck you. God, you're so childlike. You always were a submissive little slut. Even when you were growing up. Did you know that when you were younger, in high school, I always thought you had the sexiest mouth. I often wondered whether the boys would have rather had a blow job from you than fuck you..." 

"Mom, pleaseeee..." 

"You know, before I came over here tonight honey, I was watching that little Amy Wilson across the street from me. You know, the sexy little tomboy. I could go to jail for what I was thinking about her. See, I wanted to eat and lick that little fuzz covered cunt of hers...You, I just want to fuck your sexy, pussy." 

The words coming from my mother's lips were completely foreign to me. I didn't know her any more. I didn't know me. All I knew was this woman wanted me...now. 

I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy, staining the bed. My mother's hands were on my head...pushing me downward. I rolled over, mother's cunt inches from my face. I could smell her sex...her pussy. Hands pulling me closer till...till my lips touched her dampening panties. I inhaled, god, the odor, another gush of pussy juice leaking onto my snow white sheets. 

"That it baby girl...let mom fuck that hot tongue of yours. Momma want to fuck her little girl's mouth...That's it, suck it. God...God, you're so good...wanna cum...wanna cum..." 

My lips wrapped around her protruding clit...my tongue flicking its sensitive end. I could hear her moan, almost deliriously. 

"Oh god baby, I'm going to cum...cum...you fucking slut. Suck your mommy...Arrrrgggggggggggggggggg." 

The sound of her vulgar grunting...in sync with her thrusting hips, pounding my lips, cracking them, drawing blood. 

We were performing a bizarre, taboo, unspeakable act and we revelled in the pleasure. Mother's leg, accidentally, touched my swollen cunt...the sudden pressure to my clit...I humped her like a dog till...till, oh god, it pushed me over the edge...a catalyst to an orgasm, an orgasm so intense I momentarily blacked out. 




Against My Will



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I decided that my short vacation away from Boston should include at least one sexy trip to one of Montreal's famously sexy gay men's saunas. I am bi-sexual and I enjoyed a couple of hot flings with two different older men when I was in my late teens a few years earlier. I am told I have decent looks and I have found that my swimmers style smooth, slim, lightly muscled body generally attracts most men. I am short at about 5'6" tall, have a flat 30 inch waist and stomach and about 150 lightly muscled pounds. Many guys and gals have told me that I'm at least "cute". My blondish brown hair gives me that young lifeguard look and my first man told me that my sexy "bubble butt" was the kind that deserved "lots of attention" from any "real man!"

Going to a gay sauna was a new experience for me but I was feeling quite in need for a man as it had been quite a while having been in a relationship with a gal for quite a while before breaking up due to my need for exploring. I had been working out and I was feeling quite trim and very horny. Having an early summer tan made me feel a little more confident in this seedy almost scary dark place!

The sauna was called "GI Joe" and by reputation supposedly catered to Masculine Dominant men. This made my two gay experiences a few years ago "as a boy with an older man" seem to be the reasonable if not at least a logical fit for what I hoped to find. It was early in the evening and I paid for a private room with a mirror and video. I stripped in my room and decided to wear only my favorite sexy black jock strap to explore the facility in. I left my towel behind and daringly began to walk through the three levels of the sauna in hope of getting comfortable and in the hope of finding a handsome, hot guy.

I was amazed at the blatantly open sexual representation and tones and furnishings of the common areas. On the second level near to where my room was there was a leather and chain link sling in one dark corner with mirrors on the wall. Just looking at it made me wonder what it was all about! An all male porn movie played on a screen on the wall in another corner with levels against the wall to sit and watch in near darkness. In the movie a guy was being deeply fucked and a couple of men were standing near by in their towels watching what was happening on the screen intently. Downstairs there was an even darker dungeon like area that had 2 more slings, a Bondage Style Cross and several glory holes in an area so dark that I could barely see. I suddenly could see virtually nothing when I felt a powerful arm go around my chest as I was pulled close to an obviously very large and strong man. 

I was frozen in fear and a quivering in a bizarre sense of excitement as he whispered in my ear that I needed to get down on my knees! He held me hard and fast while pinching my nipples from behind and I swear the odd pain sensation caused my seven inch cock to swell instantaneously! I could feel his hard powerful naked body and his very large cock directly against my bottom - which in my jock strap was fully vulnerable. "Are you ready to suck Daddy's big cock little boy?" He asked menacingly. I was shocked and in disbelief. I knew saunas were quite "open in the sexual sense" but I was scared silly and I didn't know what to do. Fearfully I decided I should do what the big strong guy wanted!

A weak "Yes Daddy" was all I could muster in a tentative, obedient and confused reply. There was role playing in the gay world like this that I had heard about and I figured I should play along – at least for the time being. He guided me with is strong hands on my shoulders to my knees and shamelessly shoved his oversized cock head right into my mouth. It was ridiculously huge, circumcised and thick and I was soon trying my best to suck the head of it while somehow managing to breathe while it just got bigger and bigger. Almost immediately it soon filled my entire throat. I was quite helpless and gasping for air as his thick powerful hands were on both sides of my head as he guided my head and his powerful greedy thrusts into my somewhat willing but half choked mouth. His fat, thick hardening cock was soon pounding the back of my throat as I held on desperately to his knees to steady myself with my hands to keep from being knocked over backwards from his thrusts.

I was being used thoroughly and with so much intensity that I just did my best to please him. Strangely and mysteriously I found my predicament even a little stimulating and almost perversely exciting. I soon realized that others were watching me "service" this dominant powerful man in the middle of this darkened dungeon area. I was perhaps quite embarrassed but I was now helplessly straining to please him while taking his huge thick boner until his balls were soon pounding and spanking my chin. I didn't think taking a man so deeply was humanly possible as I continued to gag and choke on him yet he would not relent in his needful fury. I just couldn't believe what was happening and felt so overwhelmed and helpless when suddenly he lifted me to my feet. 

He grabbed my waist band and commanded me with "Off Boy!" - As he pulled my jock strap down hard to my ankles as I clumsily tried to step out of it. Shockingly my own hard cock sprung out like a tightly wound spring as I quite embarrassingly noticed that I too was quite hard from the helplessness and shameless eroticism of my situation. I apparently must have felt quite a sense of personal stimulation from doing my "work" on him. I felt so humiliated and also even naughty when I saw his face well above me. He was a foot taller and had a massive thick muscular body and a ruggedly handsome face. His hair was longish and brown and he then suddenly demanded the keys to my room.

My key was on an elastic band on my wrist and I never had a chance to understand what was happening. I handed it to him with the thought that I was giving him access to my room but I soon learned that I my assumption was quite wrong. He handed my jock strap and my keys to a strange man who must have known him and that man suddenly disappeared! "You are mine boy!" The huge powerful man announced to me sternly. "You won't leave this place with any clothes until you please your Daddy! You had better do as you are told or else! Follow me!" He growled in an almost angry tone!

I was in no position to object! I was fully "naked and keyless" and completely at his mercy in this kinky gay men's sauna. I had no access to my clothes or room any longer and I had little choice but to follow this powerful and intimidating man wherever he was going. He led me to the top floor by my wrist where he and a couple of men who I assumed where his friends of his - stood outside a large room with an open door. "Got me a slave boy" he bragged loudly to them. "If he's a good boy he'll get fucked, spanked, paddled and used if he wants to get out of here later with his clothes, money and keys! Otherwise he'll have to run naked out into the street!" The men laughed and seemed as delighted as "Daddy".

I was horrified and my heart sank as he took me into the room and sat me on the large double bed laying me over his lap. Leaving the door wide open I found that I was quivering in fear and shame and never felt more helpless in my life. "Daddy" was in full control of me as he spanked me hard on my exposed soft ass with his huge powerful hand. He then spanked me so hard that I cried out with a shockingly loud yelp. "Don't be such a sissy boy. I like good boys with hot red asses and you need to thank Daddy for that! You are getting ten more to start and you had better count and thank me for each one!" After the next spank I replied "One – Thank You Daddy" as he demanded of me. Soon I got another and another until I was struggling like a quivering and almost crying child as we got to eight. "Don't lose count boy! Or you get ten more!" I remained focused knowing I could not handle ten more of his viciously harsh and stinging spanks!

When he finished the ten he reached into a duffle bag and took out a thick, black, leather strap while I still lay across his lap! It turned out that it was a collar and it was soon being fastened around my neck and the buckles were held strong with a small pad lock! How could I object now I thought? He then took a black leather leash and attached it to the large steel ring in front of the collar. "Now you are my slave boy!" He said teasingly and almost gregariously. I was now feeling and agreeing that I was truly his "slave boy" now and yet there were handcuffs that he was soon attaching to my wrists behind me. I now felt he had made my helpless state absolute and complete – or so I thought! I was horrified as I soon saw that he wasn't near done with me as soon he had me stand and rubbed a little lubricant on my anal opening! He soon inserted the handle of what looked to be a whip suddenly as I gasped in horror and yet in sharp initial pain!

The man known as "Daddy" again reached into the bag and pulled out a couple more things that I couldn't quite make out clearly. Soon I found nipple clamps being quite painfully attached to my nipples as a black colored chain hung attached between them. Daddy then took a piece of black colored cord and wrapped it around my balls tying it so tightly that my erection began to hurt! Now Daddy grabbed the leash and the cord and led me out of the room. "Lose your tail and you'll get the cane slave boy. Fail to obey me and you'll get spanked and whipped. I suggest you have no choice but to be a very obedient boy!" I saw the cane in his hand and I knew that Daddy was not making an idle threat!

I was whimpering and shaking yet in desperation I knew I must obey him. I believed I had no choice but to obey as I took deep breaths while struggling mightily to clench the whip handle firmly inside my anus and bowels as I was led literally now by the balls in complete nakedness and vulnerability through the hallways. The pain of the nipple clamps and walking with my hands cuffed behind me made me feel like a bizarrely helpless half human, half animal creature with a tail! He walked me in front of a mirror and I looked ridiculous. I was collared, had a raging erection, clamps and chain burning on my nipples and my hands cuffed and locked behind my back. The 3 foot long leather tail coming out of my ass made me look ridiculous and even inhuman!

Soon Daddy's hard yanks of the cord on my balls forced my concentration and obedience to rise to another new level. I was being paraded around as "his" and I was the spectacle of the entire sauna and it was getting quite busy now. Men felt my cock and ass. Daddy let them spank or even pinch me! I was led into the main movie room where there was a bench like amphitheater. I was put on my knees on the first level as Daddy commanded me to suck him as he warned me to be a very good boy.

I've never experienced true helplessness or anything like this. Holding both sides of my head with his huge hands Daddy used my mouth and face for his pleasure. I so struggles as I gagged, choked, and almost threw up as his monstrous cock filled my throat and more. He played with my nipple clamps pulling on them as I winced and whined while stuffed in full with his hard thrusting manhood. He pulled on the cord on my balls at times to remind me he was in full control. Then I felt someone playing with my "tail" shoving and twisting the whip handle deeper into my insides. Daddy told me to suck harder as this other man began to paddle my naked already blistering hot red backside with some kind of sharp strap or paddle. To say I was in duress was understatement of my young life and this scene of helpless servitude and submission was beyond my comprehension.

Little did I know that my "duress" was only beginning! I struggled to clench my anus to keep the whip handle inside me. Each "thwack" stung horribly while daddy continued to work his missile deeper into my helpless gagging convulsing throat. Suddenly Daddy ordered his friend to stop and take his place at my face. His friend at least used a condom as the orange rubber flavor was not exactly welcome but his cock was substantially smaller at least. I was being readied to take Daddy like he had threatened and as he removed the whip from my anus it was soon hastily replaced with his massive bulbously huge cockhead. I could only pray he used a condom as his hasty, forceful entry seared my sphincter and hurt so badly that my cries could be heard through my nose in spite of the new cock buried in my mouth and throat.

The men who were watching the porn move were now gathered round watching my degradation. This show was real and I was the centerpiece of this quite pornographic kink show. Daddy was so huge and so powerful in his thrusting that I was so completely overwhelmed. I didn't think I could possibly take him yet eventually all of his huge man cock was pounded and worked deeply inside my smooth ass as Daddy was eventually reaming me thoroughly all the way to his huge balls. He pounded my insides with angry fury as his friend used my face while keeping me from falling with my hands stretched out behind me in the steel handcuffs. My duress continued as his friend soon came in the condom in my mouth and proudly spilled the gooey contents all over my face blinding my eyes as he continued to ejaculate on me with his still spewing hot seamen.

Suddenly Daddy seemed to be inspired by this event. He reamed me harder and harder only now I couldn't steady myself on my knees without help. I fell forward on the steps of the amphitheater face first where Daddy proceeded to pound my insides like I never imagined humanly possible. Not only was I a slave – I was a helpless "boy", captive and sex machine whose only purpose was the being the helpless pleasure object of these many strange and very horny gay men!

Soon other men came close some putting their condo covered cocks into my mouth while Daddy screwed my ass to the moon. Another man came in my face then another. Some were masturbating and I felt them spewing their cum all over my body. Daddy just continued to drive his cannon so deep into my insides that I lost any hope of escape or of an end to this madness. Daddy soon began spanking my bottom with his hands while fucking me and the noise was so loud that at least a dozen horny men were either watching or participating in this scene. Then I felt it. It came on like a freight train going a hundred miles an hour. Daddy was cumming but inexplicably, so was I!

Daddy's grunts and groans filled the entire three levels of the sauna. Daddy knew that he even had his slave orgasming in helpless wave after dizzying wave until I fell helplessly flat on my face and stomach. The intensity of my orgasm was like an earthquake and bomb going off all at once. I saw stars and was confused, happy, scared and yet perhaps even amazed. Daddy lay atop me for a moment and suddenly pulled out of me. I felt relieved but yet suddenly so empty. His cock had made me feel more than incredible and I was astonished and yet completely unnerved all at the same time. 

Daddy grabbed hold of my leash and he helped me stand. I was wobbly and dizzy yet he had mysteriously made me feel like I never felt before. I wanted to know more about this man and I felt a bizarre affection for him. He soon led me up the stairs to my room and handed me my jock strap. He removed the lock from my collar and unfastened it from my neck. He unlocked and removed my handcuffs. He paused and warned me that there would be a burning sensation as he removed the clamps from my very sore nipples. I winced in pain as he removed them as he spanked my bottom to distract me. He then commanded me to thank him as he bent me over his lap on the floor of the hallway and made me count – each spank with a number and a thank you. "Two – Thank You Daddy!" Three – Thanks You Daddy!" I yelped after each powerful stinging spank By Ten my ass was again on fire. "You were a good slave boy after all!" He said seeming pleased with me. Soon he was gone into the dark! Not even a handshake or a thank you. I never even knew Daddy's first name!

My room had been opened and unlocked and as I went in I couldn't believe all of what had just happened. As my head cleared I looked at my watch and realized that I had "served" a man and many other men for over two full hours while naked, helpless and in bondage – I was made into a slave and a male slut and now I was getting dressed in my own clothing to leave and be a "normal guy" and to go home. My car keys and money were thankfully still in my pants pocket. 

I needed to escape the sauna yet somehow I knew that new doors had opened and the mystery of what had happened had a power and magic that went well beyond what I was prepared to fathom for now. At the entry / exit desk the man winked and smiled at me as I handed him my towel. I told him I didn't have my key. "I have it young boy! You could have come and gotten it at any time if you wanted or needed it!" He said cheerfully yet in an ironically mocking manner. This had been some kind of common or pre-arranged game or scenario in which I had been "victim". To say I felt used and stupid was the understatement of my life!

In truth if I'd known about the availability of the room key – I'm sure that I would have probably taken advantage of my ability to escape! Incredibly this bondage and servitude scenario had a mysterious power that I will most certainly never forget. My experience was incredulous yet turned out to be far more scripted than I could have known. My ass was red hot for two days and I never dared go back! I masturbated thinking and dreaming about this scene for months and realized that I was far more of a subservient than I ever knew. I must admit though - "Daddy" sure knew how to train and treat a good and obedient boy! If we were to meet again I just know deep down that I would once again submit to him or perhaps even beg to melt again under his powerful spell!



Against My Will



I decided that while enjoying my short vacation away from Boston, I should include at least one sexy trip to one of Montreal's famously sexy gay men's saunas. I am bi-sexual and I enjoyed a couple of hot flings with two different older men when I was in my late teens a few years earlier. I am told I have decent looks and I have found that my swimmers style smooth, slim, lightly muscled body generally attracts most men. I am short at about 5'6" tall, have at 30 inch waist and flat stomach and about 150 lightly muscled pounds. Many guys and gals have told me that I'm at least "cute". My blondish streaked light brown hair gives me that young lifeguard look and my first man told me that my sexy "bubble butt" was the kind that deserved "lots of attention" from any "real man!"

Going to a gay sauna was a new experience for me. I had visited one before but had not dared to get sexual the first time I went. I was feeling quite in need for a man as it had been quite a while since I had had guy to guy sex. I had been in a relationship with a gal for quite a while before breaking up due to my need for exploring. I had been working out and I was feeling quite trim and very horny. Having an early summer tan made me feel a little more confident as I entered this seedy almost scary dark place!

The sauna was called "GI Joe" and by reputation supposedly catered to Masculine Dominant men. This made my two gay experiences a few years ago "as a boy with an older man" seem to be the reasonable if not at least a logical fit for what I hoped to find. It was early in the evening and I paid for a private room with a mirror and video. I stripped in my room and decided to wear only my favorite sexy black jock strap to explore the facility in. I left my towel behind and daringly began to walk through the three levels of the sauna in hope of getting comfortable and in the hope of finding a handsome, hot guy.

I was amazed at the blatantly open sexual representations, posters, and furnishings in the common areas of the sauna. On the second level near to where my room was there was a leather and chain link sling in one dark corner with mirrors surrounding it on the wall! Just looking at it made me wonder what it was all about! An all-male porn movie played on a screen on the wall in another corner where there was wide stair like levels against the wall to sit and watch the movies in near darkness. In the movie a guy was being deeply fucked and a couple of men were standing nearby in their towels watching what was happening on the screen intently. Downstairs there was an even darker dungeon like area that had 2 more slings, a Bondage Style Cross and several glory holes and dividers in an area so dark that I could barely see. I suddenly could see virtually nothing as it was so dark. I was quite surprised when I felt a powerful arm go around my chest as I was pulled close to an obviously very large and strong man. 

I was frozen in fear and yet I was quivering in a bizarre sense of excitement as he whispered in my ear that I needed to get down on my knees! He was holding me hard and fast while pinching my nipples from behind and I swear the odd pain sensation caused my seven inch cock to swell instantaneously! I could feel his hard powerful naked body and his very large cock directly against my bottom - which in my jock strap was fully vulnerable. "Are you ready to suck Daddy's big cock little boy?" He asked menacingly. I was shocked and in disbelief. I knew saunas were quite "open in the sexual sense" but I was scared silly and I didn't know what to do. Fearfully I decided I should do what the big strong guy wanted!

A weak "Yes Daddy" was all I could muster in a tentative, obedient and confused reply. There was role playing in the gay world like this that I had heard about and I figured I should play along – at least for the time being. He guided me with is strong hands on my shoulders to my knees and shamelessly shoved his oversized cock head right into my reluctant mouth. It was ridiculously huge, circumcised and thick and I was soon trying my best to suck the head of it while somehow managing to breathe while it just got bigger and bigger. Almost immediately it soon filled my entire throat. I was quite helpless and gasping for air as his thick powerful hands were on both sides of my head as he guided my head and his powerful greedy thrusts into my somewhat willing but half choked mouth. His fat, thick hardening cock was soon pounding the back of my throat as I held on desperately to his knees to steady myself with my hands to keep from being knocked over backwards from his thrusts.

I was being used thoroughly and with so much intensity that I just did my best to try to indulge him and please him. Strangely and mysteriously I found my predicament even a little stimulating and almost perversely exciting. I soon realized that others were watching me "service" this dominant powerful man in the middle of this darkened dungeon area. I was perhaps quite embarrassed but I was now helplessly straining to please him while taking his huge thick boner until his balls were soon pounding and spanking my chin. I didn't think taking a man so deeply was humanly possible as I continued to gag and choke on him yet he would not relent in his needful fury. I just couldn't believe what was happening and felt so overwhelmed and helpless when suddenly he lifted me to my feet. 

He grabbed the waist band of my black jock strap and commanded me with "Off Boy!" - As he pulled my jock strap down hard to my ankles as I clumsily tried to step out of it. Shockingly my own hard cock sprung out like a tightly wound spring as I quite embarrassingly noticed that I too was quite hard from the helplessness and shameless eroticism of my situation. I apparently must have felt quite a sense of personal stimulation from doing my "work" on him. I felt so humiliated and also even naughty when I saw his face well above me. He was a foot taller and had a massive thick muscular body and a ruggedly handsome face. His hair was longish and brown and he then suddenly demanded the keys to my room.

My key was on an elastic band on my wrist and I never had a chance to understand what was happening. I handed it to him with the thought that I was giving him access to my room but I soon learned that I my assumption was quite wrong. He handed my jock strap and my keys to a strange man who must have known him and that man suddenly disappeared! "You are mine boy!" The huge powerful man announced to me sternly. "You won't leave this place with any clothes until you please your new Daddy! You had better do as you are told or else! Follow me!" He growled in an almost angry tone!

I was in no position to object! I was fully "naked and keyless" and completely at his mercy in this kinky gay men's sauna. I had no access to my clothes or room any longer and I had little choice but to follow this powerful and intimidating man wherever he was going. I was naked, afraid and without any choices. He led me to the top floor by my wrist where a couple of men stood outside a large room with an open door. "Got me a slave boy" he bragged loudly to them. "If he's a good boy he'll get fucked, spanked, paddled and please his Daddy if he wants to get out of here later with his clothes, money and keys! Otherwise he'll have to run naked out into the street!" The men laughed loudly and seemed as delighted by my predicament as "Daddy".

I was horrified and my heart sank as he took me into the room and sat me on the large double bed laying me over his lap. He left the room door wide open and I soon found that I was quivering in fear and shame, I never felt more helpless in my life. "Daddy" was in full control of me as he spanked me hard on my exposed soft ass with his huge powerful hand. The shocking stings and the loud spanking sounds filled the room and could probably be heard on the entire level of the sauna. 

He then spanked me so hard that I cried out with a shockingly loud yelp. "Don't be such a sissy boy. I like good boys with hot red asses and you need to thank Daddy for that! You are getting ten more to start and you had better count and thank me for each one!" After the next spank I replied "One – Thank You Daddy" as he had demanded and ordered of me. Soon I got another and another until I was struggling like a quivering child as we got to eight. "Don't lose count boy! Or you get ten more!" I knew I had to remain focused knowing I could not handle ten more of his viciously harsh and stinging spanks!

When he finished the tenth hard spank I was near tears. I felt so helpless and I was almost in a trance. I was accepting my reality when he reached into a duffle bag and took out a thick, black, leather strap while I still lay across his lap! It turned out that it was a collar and it was soon being fastened around my neck and the buckles were held strong and tightly around my neck. I heard a small click. It was closed completely with a small pad lock! How could I object now I thought? He then took a black leather leash and attached it to the large steel ring in front of the collar.

"Now you are my slave boy!" He said teasingly and almost gregariously. I was now feeling and agreeing that I was truly his "slave boy" now and my head was spinning in confusion. The next surprise was the steel handcuffs that he was soon attaching to my wrists behind me. I now felt he had made my helpless state absolute and complete – or so I thought! I was horrified as I soon saw that he wasn't near done with me as soon he had me stand and rubbed a little lubricant on my anal opening! He shoved his finger into my ass as I yelped in surprise and pain, He soon inserted the handle of what looked to be a whip suddenly as I gasped in horror and yet in sharper and intense initial pain!

The man known as "Daddy" again reached into this bag and pulled out a couple more things that I couldn't quite make out clearly. Soon I found what he called nipple clamps being quite painfully attached to my nipples as a black colored chain hung attached between them. "Daddy" then took a piece of black colored cord and wrapped it around my balls tying it so tightly that my erection began to hurt! 

I felt completely without hope and couldn't believe the helpless and embarrassing state I had been placed in. Now Daddy grabbed the leash and the cord tied so firmly around my balls and led me out of the room. "Lose your tail and you'll get the cane slave boy. Fail to obey me and you'll get spanked and whipped. I suggest you have no choice but to be a very obedient boy!" I saw the cane in his hand and I knew that Daddy was not making an idle threat! This was crazy and unbelievable. I did as I was told!

I was whimpering and shaking yet in desperation I knew I must obey him. I believed I had no choice but to obey as I took deep breaths while struggling mightily to clench the whip handle firmly inside my anus and bowels as I was led literally now by the balls in complete nakedness and vulnerability through the hallways. The pain of the nipple clamps and walking with my hands cuffed behind me made me feel like a bizarrely helpless half human, half animal creature with a tail! He walked me in front of a mirror and I looked ridiculous. I was collared, had a raging erection, clamps and chain burning on my nipples and my hands cuffed and locked behind my back. The 3 foot long leather tail coming out of my ass made me look ridiculous and even like some kind of inhuman boy slave alien!

Soon Daddy's hard yanks of the cord on my balls forced my concentration and obedience to rise to another new level. I was helplessly being paraded around as "his" property and I was the spectacle of the entire sauna and it was getting quite busy now. Daddy had men feel my cock and ass. Daddy let them spank or even pinch me! I was led into the main movie room where there was a bench like amphitheater. I was put on my knees on the first level as Daddy commanded me to suck him as he warned me to be a very good boy.

I've never experienced such true helplessness or anything remotely like this. Holding both sides of my head with his huge hands Daddy used my mouth and face for his pleasure. I so struggles as I gagged, choked, and almost threw up as his monstrous cock filled my throat and more. He played with my nipple clamps pulling on them as I winced and whined while stuffed in full with his hard thrusting manhood. He kept me from falling on my face with my arms handcuffed behind me yet even pulled on the cord on my balls at times to remind me he was in full control. Then I felt someone playing with my "tail" shoving and twisting the whip handle deeper into my insides. Daddy told me to suck harder as this other man began to paddle my naked already blistering hot red backside with some kind of sharp strap or paddle. To say I was in duress was understatement of my young life and this scene of helpless servitude and submission was beyond my comprehension. This was now about survival!

Little did I know that my "duress" was only beginning! I struggled to clench my anus to keep the whip handle inside me. Each "thwack" stung horribly while daddy continued to work his missile deeper into my helpless gagging convulsing throat. Suddenly Daddy ordered his friend to stop and take his place at my face. His friend at least used a condom as the orange rubber flavor was not exactly welcome but his cock was substantially smaller at least. I was being readied to take Daddy like he had threatened and as he removed the whip from my anus it was soon hastily replaced with his massive bulbously huge cockhead. I could only pray he used a condom as his hasty, forceful entry seared my sphincter and hurt so badly that my cries could be heard through my nose in spite of the new cock buried in my mouth and throat.

The men who were watching the porn move were now gathered round watching my degradation. This show was real and I was the centerpiece of this quite pornographic kink show. Daddy was so huge and so powerful in his thrusting that I was so completely overwhelmed that all I could hope for was to be able to breathe. I didn't think I could possibly take him yet eventually all of his huge man cock was pounded and worked deeply inside my smooth ass as Daddy was eventually reaming me thoroughly all the way to his huge balls. He pounded my insides with angry fury as his friend used my face while keeping me from falling with my hands stretched out behind me in the steel handcuffs. My duress continued as his friend soon came in the condom in my mouth and proudly spilled the remaining gooey contents and spurts of cum all over my face blinding my eyes as he continued to ejaculate on me with his still spewing hot seamen.

Suddenly Daddy seemed to be inspired by this event. He reamed me harder and harder only now I couldn't steady myself on my knees without help. I fell forward on the steps of the amphitheater face first where Daddy proceeded to pound my insides like I never imagined humanly possible. Not only was I a slave – I was a helpless fully restrained "boy", captive and sex machine whose only purpose was the reality of being the helpless pleasure object of these many strange and very horny gay men!

Soon other men came close with two men alternating and putting their condom covered cocks into my mouth while Daddy screwed my ass to the moon. Another man came in my face then another. Some were masturbating and I felt them spewing their cum all over my body. Daddy just continued to drive his cannon so deep into my insides that I lost any hope of escape or of an end to this madness. Daddy soon began spanking my bottom with his hands while fucking me and the noise was so loud that at least a dozen horny men were either watching or participating in this scene. Then I felt it. It came on like a freight train going a hundred miles an hour. Daddy was cumming but inexplicably, so was I!

Daddy's grunts and groans filled the entire three levels of the sauna. Daddy knew that he even had his slave orgasming in helpless wave after dizzying wave until I fell helplessly again flat on my face and stomach. The intensity of my orgasm was like an earthquake and bomb going off all at once. I saw stars and was confused, oddly happy, scared and yet perhaps even amazed. Daddy lay atop me for a moment and suddenly pulled out of me. I felt relieved but yet suddenly felt so empty. His cock had made me feel more than incredible and I was astonished and yet completely unnerved all at the same time. 

Daddy grabbed hold of my leash and he helped me stand. I was wobbly and dizzy yet he had mysteriously made me feel like I never felt before. I wanted to know more about this man and I felt an almost bizarre affection for him. He soon led me up the stairs to the hallway outside my room. He handed me my jock strap. He removed the lock from my collar and unfastened it from my neck. He unlocked and removed my handcuffs. He paused and warned me that there would be a burning sensation as he removed the clamps from my very sore nipples. I winced in pain as he removed them as he spanked my bottom hard, apparently to distract me.

Daddy then commanded me to thank him as he bent me over his lap on the floor of the hallway and made me count – each spank with a number and a thank you. "Two – Thank You Daddy!" Three – Thanks You Daddy!" I yelped after each powerful stinging spank. By ten my ass was once again feeling like it was on fire. "You were a good slave boy after all!" He said seeming pleased with me. Soon he was gone into the dark! 

My room had been opened and unlocked and as I went in I couldn't believe all of what had just happened. As my head cleared I looked at my watch and realized that I had "served" a man and many other men for over two full hours while naked, helpless and in bondage – I was made into a slave and a male slut and now I was getting dressed in my own clothing to leave and be a "normal guy" and to go home. My car keys and money were thankfully still in my pants pocket. I was still in disbelief. Nott even a handshake or a thank you from the man called Daddy yet he had made me orgasm like I never had in my whole young life!

I needed to escape the sauna yet. At the entry / exit desk the man winked and smiled at me as I handed him my towel. I told him I didn't have my key. "I have it young boy! You could have come and gotten it at any time if you wanted or needed it!" He said cheerfully yet in an ironically mocking manner. This had been some kind of common or pre-arranged game or scenario in which I had been "victim". To say I felt used and stupid was the understatement of my life!

In truth if I'd known about the availability of the room key – I'm sure that I would have probably taken advantage of my ability to escape! Incredibly this bondage and servitude scenario had a mysterious power that I will most certainly never forget. My experience was incredulous yet turned out to be far more scripted than I could have known. My ass was red hot for two days and I never dared go back! Somehow I knew that new doors had opened and the mystery of what had happened had a power and magic that went well beyond what I was prepared to fathom for now. 

Back at my hotel room that night I masturbated thinking and dreaming about the scene that had taken place. It had just seemed so unreal yet it was in fact quite real. I thought about this experience for months and realized after denying it for far too long that by going along with my captor - I was far more of a subservient than I ever knew. I must admit though - "Daddy" sure knew how to train and treat a good and obedient boy! If we were to meet again I just know deep down that I would once again submit to him or perhaps even beg to melt again under his powerful spell!



Against My Will Ch. 01



Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

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I was on my way home from work as a security guard five months ago when I was surrounded by three huge men. They all were around 6' 5" and 300 lbs. That's somewhat bigger than I am at 6' even and 190lbs. I tried my best to fight them off but one of them had a rag soaked with something over my face quickly and I was out like a light. When I came to I was in a cell naked and tied to a bed. 

Day 1.

They let me fall asleep there and wake me in the morning. I didn't know what the hell was going on but two of those big sons of bitches came in and untied me from the bed. They warned me to behave but I'm pretty stubborn. They gave me some cereal and juice for breakfast. I ate it because I was starving. When I'm on the three to eleven shift, I always eat when I get home so I didn't get my supper last night.

I sat down on the bed after I ate and waited. Within a half hour, this gorgeous woman walks into the cell block. I watch her walk slowly down the aisle. She is a blonde with one hell of a figure. Those breasts have got to be about 40DD. She has a very slim waist and a nice ass. She's wearing a very tight corset which pushes her tits up and out of the top of it. Those long legs lead down to the highest heels I've ever seen. I'd love to fuck her but realize I doubt I'll get the chance. 

She stops in front of my cell and says "Stand up and move to the middle of the cell." I decide to do what she ordered. I can be somewhat stubborn sometimes but now isn't the time. I stand up and slowly walk to the center of the cell.

"You are my property now. Your body no longer belongs to you, it's mine. You are here to become one of my slaves. I have a large stable of slaves. You will eventually do everything that I command or you will be very sorry. Slaves who behave and obey my commands will be treated well. Should you decide you are going to be an asshole and do what you want, you will be beaten, bruised, cut, whipped, and generally made to hate your life. My slaves are all happy once they realize they belong to me and live their lives to make me happy. Your first training session will begin this morning. Your first few weeks of training will be very painful. I'm a sadist and I really enjoy giving people pain. I can have an orgasm by hurting you so I can't wait to make you hurt like hell. I'm very horny so today you are going to be hurting when I'm finished with you. Do what you are told, suffer through the pain and you will graduate to full slave status."

She turned and walked out of the cell block. What the hell have I gotten into?

There is a toilet bowl and sink in my cell so I relieve myself and wash up. I sit down on the bed and wait. I hate being naked but have no real choice in the matter. It's cold in this damn cell. The longer I sit there, the more pissed off I am getting. Finally two of the apes come and open my cage. They walk over, drag me up and out of my new home, if you can call it that. There is no resisting these two goons.

I end up in a room that looks like something out of a Frankenstein movie. All kinds of strange equipment that I have no clue as to the use are all over this room. They drag me over to a large "X" on the wall and tie me to it. One of them laughs in my face and then slaps me hard on my left cheek. "You're going to have lots of fun today. Mistress is going to get off beating you up. I wish I could stay and watch." Oh, swell.

I was left like that for quite a long time. Finally, the Mistress enters the room. She's naked and I'm getting a hard-on. She walks over to me, grabs my balls and squeezes hard. I grimace but don't make any other sounds. She smiles. "Very good, slave. I'm going to test your pain threshold today. You will scream before I'm done." She smacks my now hard cock.

She walks away and over to a board on the far wall that I hadn't noticed before. Shit, there are a lot of whips and things on that board. She grabs something and walks over to me. She lays the whip she grabbed on the floor, grabs and squeezes my balls again and then hits me in the stomach really hard. This knocks the air out of me because I was not expecting it. While I'm trying to catch my breath, she punches me hard in my balls. Shit that hurts. My eyes are watering or maybe I'm crying. She puts a cage on my cock and balls then locks it on. "That's a large cage. I like your package. That doesn't mean I won't hurt it." It's basically holding my cock and balls and it's really tight around the area where my body ends and genitals begin. She then lifts what looks to be a bowling ball except it has a chain attached. She connects the ball to the cage and slowly lets it dangle. It feels like it's going to pull my cock and balls right off. She's got me breathing hard now, trying not to pass out from the pain.

She grabs the whip, stands back and begins to hit me on my chest and stomach. It's not too bad except the whip appears to be cutting me. I look down and my chest is bleeding. I can handle that but that heavy ball trying to pull my manhood off is something I want to get rid of soon. After hitting me numerous times, she stops and walks back over to me. I'm watching her. She begins to backhand me across my face, hitting both my left and right side of my face. That really hurts especially since it's causing the heavy ball to swing. Soon she stops the facial hits. Lifts the ball off of my cock cage and then removes the cock cage. I breathe a sigh of relief. She rings a bell and the two goons come back. "Turn him."

They turn me so my ass is pointing out and then leave the room. She walks behind me and suddenly there's a sharp pain in my balls. I yell. I almost pass out from the pain. She must have kicked me hard right between my legs. Holy fuck, that hurts!! She laughs and begins to kick me numerous times. I yell on each kick. Damn that hurts so bad. If she doesn't stop soon I'm going to pass out. She finally stops, walks over to me and pulls my butt cheeks apart. She pokes a finger into my asshole. "Ever had anything in here?"

"No, Mistress." She starts to laugh again. Shit!! What is she going to shove in there. 

She's back over at the wall with all the evil looking whips and things. She walks back over to me and begins to shove what feels like a cold gel up my ass with two fingers. It's just a little uncomfortable. When she's done, she walks up next to me and shows me this really big looking black thing. I have no idea what it is but I don't think I'm going to like it. She starts to laugh again. 

Soon she's pushing it into my ass. Shit, that's big and it really hurts. When she's done it feels like I've been constipated for weeks. I start to cramp up something fierce. She's laughing again. She holds up the biggest dildo I have ever seen. It looks to be at least ten inches long and maybe two inches across. "I'm preparing you. The next session, I'm going to fuck you in the ass with this."

I say "No, please Mistress." She laughs really loud. Holy fuck, I'm in trouble. She's back over at the at the whips and things. She walks back and the next thing I know, there's a stinging pain across my back. She begins to whip me hard. I'm handling it well since I'm more worried about what is in my ass. She finally stops and walks back over to the implements. Soon she's back with something else.

"Slave, I'm dissatisfied with you. Most of my slaves are screaming by now. I'm going to try the cane. This usually will do it. I'm really horny now and I need to get you screaming or I'm not going to get off.

I've heard about caning. They do it in the Middle East and Orient as punishment. People have died from it. I'm hanging there waiting and suddenly the worst pain I've ever felt slices across the top of my ass cheeks. I scream and another hit lands on my left cheek. I scream again. She starts to hit me fast and I'm screaming like I've never screamed before. I don't know how many hits I took before I passed out. 

I wake up and my ass is on fire. I'm breathing hard. Suddenly, my balls are hurting again. She is squeezing the hell out of them. I start to scream again and finally she lets go. I feel the heat of her body against mine. She's still naked and it feels so good to have that hot body pushing into me. She reaches around and suddenly my nipples are on fire. I scream again and again as she is twisting them. A loud moan comes out of her mouth and she finally let's my poor nipples go. Fuck I hurt all over.

She's breathing hard and still leaning into me. She reaches around and grabs my cock which is only half hard now. She starts to jack me off. As I'm getting close to cumming, she suddenly stops and laughs in my left ear. Fuck me!!

She grabs the thing in my ass and twists it. She starts to pull it out and then slams it back in. Wow! She likes to give someone pain. She rings the bell again and two goons come back in. "Take him down and put him back in the cell. Tie his hands behind his back." She looks me in the face and says "You are not allowed to pleasure yourself. Your orgasms now belong to me. There are cameras in your cell. If the guards see you pleasuring yourself in any way, I'm going to beat you to death." I'm so fucked and not in a good way.

In my cell, I'm tied to the bed. I can't even turn over and rub myself on the bed. My back is screaming. I should be on my stomach. I don't sleep much because of the pain.

The next day goes by quietly. The goons come in and untie me from the bed so I can eat, piss and shit. The rest of the time, I'm tied to the bed. I'm given three meals which aren't bad. Nobody comes to get me except the goons come in every four hours, untie me and let me use the toilet which is hard to do because they are watching me.

Day 3.

The third day is very much like my first full day. I'm taken into the dungeon, for lack of a better word, and Mistress comes in and beats the hell out of me until she has an orgasm. The only difference is after she's cum, she has the goons turn me back around on the cross; once they leave the room, she starts to dance and rub up against me. I'm soon hard as a rock. She kneels down and takes me into her mouth. She's looking me in the eyes as she's sucking me. Wow! That feels so good but I know she's not going to let me cum.

I'm right. Just as I'm ready to blow my load, she stops and stands up. She starts to laugh. "Are your balls hurting yet, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please don't leave me like this."

She laughs again and says, "I'll do what I like and I want to keep you super-horny."

"Mistress, just being around you is keeping me super-horny. You don't have to give me blue balls too."

"No, but I want to. Oh, I almost forgot. Time to take your anal virginity." I cringe as she rings the bell again and the two goons come in.

"Take him down and put him over the spanking bench. Tie him there." One of the guards is chuckling. "Slave Joe, would you like to take his punishment for him?"

He says, "Oh, no Mistress. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

She says "Get out of my sight. I'm really sick of your shit. Slave Eric, get another guard to stand with you. Slave Joe is to be put into a cell for tonight. I may decide to fuck his ass in the morning."

Slave Eric says "Yes, Mistress."

She walks over to me and roughly pulls the butt plug out of my ass. I yell and then sigh loudly. She relubes me. That plug has been in my ass most of the past two days and only removed when I had to shit.

She walks over to the implement board and soon returns. She taps my ass with the big dildo and says, "Time slave. If you can cum while I'm doing this, you may. This big cock will be rubbing on your prostate so enjoy. If you can." She laughs loudly again and begins to shove that damn big fake cock into my ass. Fuck that hurts. The big plug didn't really prepare me all that much.

She fucks me hard and she is driving in my ass all the way. I start to cry because of the pain and eventually start to scream as she picks up speed. Soon she starts to moan. This is some sick bitch. She fucks me for a long time and believe it or not, I start to cum. It's a really hard cum for me. It feels like I'm going to have a heart attack. As I finish, she starts to orgasm hard. As she's cumming, she's beating me on my back with her fists...hard. When she's done, she pulls out.

She rings the goons again and they untie me. She says, "Lower him to the floor. Slave, clean up that cum with your mouth." I reluctantly lick up my mess. When I'm done, I can't stand up. She says, "Take him to his cell. Don't tie him up today." They drag me to my cell. It feels like my back is broken or maybe just a couple of ribs. They leave me alone for two days. I get the meals but nobody comes to take me to her again. It's very hard to get out of bed and I have to crawl across the room to eat. By the second day, I'm walking again. On the evening meal, slave Joe is the guard. He sets my meal down and as I get up to grab the tray, he cold cocks me. 

The punch didn't put me out but my head hit the wall from the punch and when I wake up, another guard is leaving a meal for me and taking the cold meal. He looks me over and shakes his head. "For your information, slave Joe will suffer for what he did to you. I suspect Mistress will take his balls for this. Your incident is not the only time he has done this. He's a violent man. Maybe without his balls, he will be less violent."

I nod to him and he leaves. I eat my supper and lay down on the bed. I'm still a little dizzy and I have a splitting headache.

Day 6.

Two days later, She walks down the hallway and stops in front of my cell. I jump out of bed and walk to the center of the cell. She smiles. "Today is the last phase of slave Joe's punishment. You will be present for this phase. This will be a learning chance for you. You will see what happens when you don't follow the rules. slave Joe has been warned numerous times. I'm tired of warning him. Only I am allowed to hurt my slaves." She turns around and I watch that fine ass walk back down the hallway.

After lunch, two goons come and get me. They walk me down to the dungeon again. As I walk in I notice slave Joe is up on the cross and he is bleeding badly from what looks like thousands of cuts. His eyes are swollen shut. It looks like he's missing teeth. The two goons push me down in a chair and tell me not to move. They walk over to slave Joe and take him down from the cross.

They drag him over to another machine that I don't remember seeing before. They stand him in the machine and I notice one of them has gloves on. He pulls slave Joe's cock and balls through a hole in the machine. They tie him into it. He looks barely conscious. 

Soon Mistress comes in and walks over to slave Joe. "I warned you and warned you not to hurt the other slaves. You must be really stupid." She begins to play with his cock. Soon it starts to grow. "You like that slave?"

Slave Joe moans. When he seems to be fully hard, she grabs a lever and pulls it. She's not blocking my sight. A blade comes down and slave Joe's genitals are now on the floor. Blood is pouring out of the stump. slave Joe has fainted. The two goons remove him and take him out. The one goon with the gloves is holding his hand over the stump. 

Mistress walks over to me and says, "Would you like to take a ride in this machine of mine, slave?"

I kneel and say, "No thank you, Mistress. I'll pass on that if I may." She laughs. She starts to play with my cock again. It gets hard quickly. "This machine is my invention. It's a modified guillotine. Modified for one purpose which you have just witnessed."

She smiles and says, "I hope you behave. I'd love to have that cock of yours inside of me rather than on the floor. Would you like to get fucked by me, slave?"

I moan and say "Yes, Mistress. I'd like that a lot." She smiles at me and continues to jack me off. She leans down and starts to lick the head of my cock. I know she's not going to let me cum but it sure feels good now. 

"I do like the size of this cock."

She finally stands and removes her hand. I sigh and she laughs. I almost called her a bitch but luckily I stopped myself.

"I'll see you again tomorrow, slave. Have you been enjoying the pain." 

I say "No, Mistress." She laughs and walks over to the genital guillotine and picks up slave Joe's cock and balls. She walks over to the toilet in the corner and throws them in. Then she flushes them. I shiver. She looks at me and says, "You will be watched tonight. Do not get yourself off!! If you do cum, I'm going to beat your balls with a cane until you pass out." 

Soon the goons are back and take me back to my cell. I'm in hell.

Day 7.

Here we go again. Two goons come to get me and take me to the dungeon again. There's a new device there today and they put me into it on my back. It's like a table but is bent. My head and feet are lower than the middle of my body. I wonder what she's got cooked up for me now. I'm feeling pretty good today. Most of my cuts are almost healed and the bruises are almost gone. My head stopped hurting yesterday. I wait there for a long time.

Eventually, my Mistress comes into the dungeon and drops her robe. She's naked except for outrageously high heels. She walks over to me and begins to stroke my cock which is getting hard just looking at her. I wish she'd stop teasing me. My balls have been hurting for days. Soon she stops and walks around to my head. She says, "slave Tim, I want to see how good you eat pussy today. Then we are going to do a test to see how long you can keep from cumming while I'm working your cock."

She moves over and sticks her pussy in my face. I begin to give her the best cunnilingus I know how to give. Soon she's moaning. As she starts breathing hard, she starts to punishment my nipples by pinching them and twisting them. I'm screaming into her pussy and she soon begins to cum. She starts to punch my chest and abdomen again. She screams in ecstasy. Pussy juice is flowing out of her pussy. I'm licking it up. Soon she pulls away.

"That was pretty good, slave. Now comes the real fun." She walks around to my side. "I'm going to jack you off. Your job is to try your best to not cum until I give you permission. This is going to be kind of tricky for you since I know you've been denied at least a couple of times in the past couple of days. But do your best."

She starts to jack me off. I'm trying to do my best to ignore what she's doing. My balls really hurt from lack of cumming. I'm doing pretty good but waiting for her to give me permission. But permission never comes. She moves around between my legs and starts to squeeze my balls. Damn, that hurts. It helps me though in keeping from cumming. I don't know how long she's stroking me but it's a long time. She finally stops squeezing my balls and begins to suck me off. Come on, bitch, give me permission!

I'm breathing hard now and I know she's not going to give me permission. She's back to stroking me soon and I'm fast approaching my orgasm. Suddenly, my orgasm starts. When the first stream of cum exits my cock, she hits me hard in the balls. Holy fuck that hurts. Cum is flying all over the place. She hits my balls with every stream that exits my cock. Fuck, I'm going to be black and blue down there. Finally, I'm done and in massive pain. She's laughing. 

"Did you enjoy that orgasm, slave?"

I don't answer her. She punches my balls again. "Answer me, slave."

"You fucking bitch! I hate you! Release me! I'll never be your slave." She must be steaming now because she walks around to my face and kicks me on my jaw. I almost pass out. The room is spinning. 




Against My Will Ch. 01



When I come back to full consciousness, a sharp pain hits my cock. I look and she's got a large cane. She starts to hit me as hard as she can. The pain is off the scale. She going to beat me to death. She's hitting me everywhere including my cock and balls. Soon I pass out.

When I come to I'm in great pain and laying on my cot in my cell. Fuck, I hurt. I lay there for three days. Nobody comes in to the cell block or brings me food or drink. I can get up and go to the toilet. Pissing is really painful. I'm so thirsty I drink water out of the sink faucet. I could use a beer or three. 

Day 11.

I wake to the smell of food. I'm up off the bed and kneeling on the floor to shove that food into my mouth. After I'm done eating, I lay on the floor feeling much better. I get up and lay down on the bed. I look at my body and I'm covered with welts. My balls are black and swollen about the size of a large orange. Hours later, my lunch shows up. Well, at least they are feeding me again.

Day 17.

My body is starting to look better. The welts are almost gone and my balls are now yellow. In the afternoon, I hear her footsteps coming down the cell block. I don't get up but turn to the wall of my cell. She stops in front of my cell. "Get up and walk to the center of your cell." I ignore her. "Do I have to get my guards to pull you over to the center of the cell so I can see you?" I slowly get out of bed and walk over to the center of the cell. I don't look at her.

"Look at me slave Tim." I slowly look up with an angry look on my face.

She starts to laugh. "I'm glad you are healing slave but I'm never going to release you. You might as well realize that. I am going to give you a choice though. You can behave, obey my commands like a good slave or I'm going to put you into my special machine. You can obey me or you can live without your penis and testicles. Your choice."

I turn and go lay back down on my cot.

"Very well. It seems a shame to remove that nice penis before I can use it." She walks back out of the cell block.

Holy fuck, Tim. You've done it now.

An hour later, two goons come to get me and drag me into the dungeon. They put me into Mistress's special machine. She's not really going to do this, is she?

The goons leave me alone. Soon she joins me. She's naked again. She walks over to me, turns around and spreads her butt cheeks to give me a very good view of her pussy and ass. "slave Tim, if you become my slave I'll not only take that big cock of yours into my pussy but I'll also take it into my ass. Would you like that, slave?"

She turns around and looks at me and smiles. My cock is rock hard and at it's full eight and a half inches. "Wouldn't you like to have that cock of yours in my two holes or would you prefer for me to flush them down the toilet?"

She walks over to me and strokes my hard cock. She then reaches for the lever. "Wait, Mistress. Please! I'll be good. Please don't pull that lever." She smiles. 

"So you are going to accept any punishment that I wish to give you so I can use that cock like it's supposed to be used?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please remove me from this machine. I'll do anything you want." She smiles.

She rings the bell and two goons come in and remove me from the machine. They take me over to the cross and put me up with my ass out. The back of my body is relatively unscathed right now. I guess she's going to give me some more hell. She comes over and starts to rub that hot body all over my back and ass. God, this is almost worse than being beaten up by her. She starts to stroke me and brings me very close to cumming before stopping. I groan. She laughs.

She goes and picks up a medium size cane and walks back over to me. She says, "slave Tim, I want to make you a pain slut. Male pain sluts are very rare but I'm going to turn you into one. I'm going to use this cane on your back and ass. You may cum while I'm doing this if you can. She starts to cane my back and ass. Every once in a while, she stops and strokes me some more until I'm right on the edge again. Then the caning starts again. 

My back is really hurting. She keeps bringing me right to the edge. God, I need to cum. She comes over to my left side and starts to stroke me with her left hand. As she's doing that, she starts to hit me with the cane in her right hand. I'm going to cum soon. Seven or eight hits with the cane and I scream and begin the hardest orgasm of my life. She continues to hit me with the cane for every stream that cums out. Finally, I stop cumming and she stops hitting. I'm limp and just hanging there.

"That took you a lot longer than I suspected. We are going to do this every other day. Next time, I'm going to be hitting the front of your body. When I'm finished with this training, you are going to be able to cum without me touching your penis. That is my plan and my goal anyway."

She turns my head and looks in my eyes. "Do you still want to be my slave or would you rather just have your cock and balls taken off?"

"Mistress, I want to keep my cock and balls. I accept any pain you wish to give me." Really, what choice do I have. 

She's got a big smile on her face. She turns my face again and actually kisses me. "We are going to have a lot of fun. Once you have been trained to cum to pain, I am going to fuck you hard. You are not allowed to cum while I'm fucking you though. If you do, I'll beat the hell out of you again. Every time you cum without the pain, I'm going to beat the hell out of you. Understand?" I smile. She has the goons come in and release me. She then tells me to lick up my cum from the floor.

Soon I'm back in my cell lying on my stomach. God I hurt but at least my balls and cock are still there and they don't hurt...much.

Day 19.

Today's another training day. This time I'm on the cross with the front of my body out. My chest, stomach and the fronts of my thighs are going to take the punishment today. She soon shows up naked again. Damn, that woman is fucking hot. She starts to rub her body all over mine and I'm soon hard as a rock. She smiles and walks over to get the cane. 

She starts to masturbate me and as soon as I get close, she steps back and begins to cane my chest and abdomen. By the time I finally cum, the entire front of my body is covered with red welts. She had an orgasm when I came too. Is this really better than getting my genitals cut off? I'm beginning to wonder. To end the night, she makes me lick up my cum, French kisses me and then thanks me.

Day 21 through Day 41.

My training is basically the same. Every other day I'm brought into the dungeon and she strokes and beats me until I cum. I do notice during the last couple of training days that she is stroking me a lot less but I'm still cumming. On Day 41, she gets me hard and then doesn't touch me again. I cum about twenty minutes into the beating. She is thrilled and French kisses me long and hard. I start to get erect again during the kiss. She smiles when she see it.

"slave Tim, we are almost there. There being the point where I fuck that big cock. Only two more training days and if you do what you just did today on both those days, there will be only a loyalty test. Then we will fuck like bunnies. Remember you are not allowed to cum while fucking me. When I'm finished fucking you, I will use the cane on you until you cum."

"Yes, Mistress." Oh, goody. I get to fuck her but I can only cum when she beats me. FML.

Day 47.

Well, now I'm a pain slut. I hate it but it's the only way she'll let me cum. Today is the "loyalty" test. The goons have got me kneeling in the center of the room. I wander what this loyalty test will be. 

My Mistress walks in naked again. She doesn't often wear clothes. She walks over to me and French kisses me. "Today is your loyalty test. The question you must answer for me by your actions is will you do everything I command you to do without backtalk." 

She rings the bell again and one of the goons comes in naked. He walks over to us and she says "Test one is you are going to submit to this man. You will suck him to get him hard and then you will let him fuck your ass. I look at her. She says "You have a two choices. Obey me or get into that machine." She points at the genital guillotine.

I crawl over to the goon and begin to suck his cock. He's pretty big after I get him hard. Looks like six inches long but really wide. This is going to hurt. "Turn around, slave Tim." 

I turn around and lean my upper body on the floor. My ass is up in the air. She walks around and squirts a little lube into my ass. The goon roughly shoves his cock all the way into me and I scream. She laughs. The goon fucks me hard and luckily doesn't last very long. Soon I've got a butt load of cum. She says, "slave Tim, turn around and clean his cock off." I obey and manage not to puke. 

She tells the goon to leave. She tells me to bend over again. The cum is coming out of my ass. She catches all that comes out and tells me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. I obey. She wipes the cum onto my tongue. "Swallow it!" Again I manage not to puke. She goes and washes her hands in the sink.

"Test number two. Kneel up, slave Tim, and put your hands behind your back. Don't you dare move them." She pushes one inch long studs through my each of my areola without anesthesia. Of course, it takes a while to get them through and the pain is off the scale. I actually get close to cumming during the operations without a full erection.

"Test number three. I see that you are almost fully hard from the pain you just endured. "I order you to masturbate until you cum while punching yourself in the balls." It takes me at least five minutes but I get off. My balls are going to be black again.

"Test number four." She walks over to the toilet and sits down. A few minutes later, she walks over to me and says, "slave Tim, there is no toilet paper. I just took a shit. Clean my ass up." I look at her like she's crazy. She bends over and spreads her butt cheeks. "Get over here, slave, NOW!" I slowly move over to her and kneel behind her. I start to lick her. The smell isn't good but the taste is tolerable. I guess I can do this if I can manage not to smell while I'm going it. I manage to clean her up good. It was definitely a nasty job but I got it done. 

I say, "Your beautiful ass is clean, Mistress."

She stands up and turns around. She smiles and says, "Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you, slave Tim. Good job. You have proved to me that you are my loyal slave and will do anything I command you to do. I'm very pleased. Go over to the sink, wash up and gargle with the mouthwash that is there. The guards will come to get you in a moment to take you back to your cell."

I go clean myself up and gargle several times. I even swallow some of the mouthwash. In a few minutes, the goons come and take me back to my cell. I survived another day and another test.

To be continued...



Against My Will Ch. 02



Day 48.

Today is the day. My cock is going to be inside Mistress's pussy. I can't wait. 

I'm antsy all morning. At 2pm, the goons come and get me. They take me first to the shower room and make me shower. I don't mind that at all. They've been only allowing me one shower a week. It feels real good to get clean. After I dry myself, they grab me and I'm taken to a different room which has a double bed in it. They tell me to lay down on the bed and then they tie me to the bed. My arms are spread out but my legs aren't. I'm tied pretty tight.

They leave and soon Mistress comes into the room. She's carrying a bullwhip. She drops the bullwhip and walks over to me. I'm half hard already. She smiles and says, "Are you ready for this, slave Tim?"

"Yes, Mistress. Very ready."

"Remember, you are not allowed to cum while we are fucking."

"Yes Mistress." This is going to be hard.

She crawls up on the bed and over to my face. "I'm going to fuck your face first. I'm going to see how long your can hold your breath while still eating my pussy." She climbs on and soon she's smothering me. I start to lick and suck her pussy. Every couple of minutes or so she lifts up to allow me to breathe. She stays on my face until she has a couple orgasms. 

She gets off of me and looks at my cock. It's rock hard and she smiles. She moves down and climbs on me and inserts my cock into that pussy. When I'm in all the way, she leans down and puts a nipple into my mouth. I begin to suck it. She's got some huge tits and they appear to be real. After a couple of minutes, she gives me the other nipple. I'm really enjoying this. Maybe this is worth the pain.

Soon she starts to move up and down on my cock. She's moaning quickly. I'm doing my best to enjoy it but not too much. After a few minutes, she growls and begins to cum. Her pussy clamps down on me. I'm worried but I seem to be okay. She fucks me through five more orgasms and I don't even come close to my orgasm again after being close for her first orgasm. I'm very surprised because prior to this, I would be lucky to last through one of the woman's orgasms. 

She finally leans down and French kisses me. "You did well, slave. I enjoyed that. Now to get you off and probably another orgasm for me." She gets up and grabs the bullwhip. She winds up and starts to whip me. The tip of the whip is landing on my chest and is cutting me. After ten minutes, I start to cum and she continues the hits with the whip. I shoot six streams of cum and stop. She stops whipping me. I look down and my chest is red with blood. I must have nearly a hundred cuts on my chest and abdomen. 

She comes over and French kisses me. "I think I might fall in love with you, slave Tim. That was very enjoyable, especially that orgasm I had during your orgasm. Wow!!" She uses a spoon to catch the streams of bloody cum from my stomach and some from my legs. She feeds them to me and tells me to swallow. When she's finished she actually licks the spoon. "Not bad tasting cum, slave. I may have to start splitting your load with you." She French kisses me again and says, "Have a good night. You have tomorrow off." She walks out.

Soon the goons come in and untie me. They look at me and shake their heads at the blood on my chest. I'm soon back in my cell. I clean the blood off my chest as best I can and lay down on the cot. I wait until my supper arrives. It's actually a steak and a baked potato with loads of butter. It tastes awesome. I was starved from the sex exercise. After I'm done, I fall asleep on the cot although a lot of the cuts on my chest are still bleeding. I'm really tired though. Fucking Mistress and then the beating to cum really wore me out.

Day 50.

After a day off, I'm wondering what will come today. I know my backside will get punished today. That's the pattern. In the afternoon, the goons come and get me. They take me to the dungeon which surprises me. There is a table there with a hole in the middle. They put me on it and my cock and balls are in the hole and hanging out. My head is lower than my feet. They tie me down good. I can't move an inch. 

Soon my Mistress comes in. She's naked of course. Maybe she's always naked. She walks over to me and rubs my backside all over. It feels real nice. "Today, I'm going to test you again. I'm going to see if I can get you to cum today without pain. If I succeed, I'm going to punch your balls until they are black and blue. This table makes it really easy. Your balls will be like a boxer's speed bag. I'm going to have fun under there. If you don't cum, I'm going to have the guards take you to the other room and I'm going to make your day. Then when we're done, I'll get you off the usual way. Your ass will take the most punishment today."

She crawls under the table and begins to play with my cock and balls. She's licking them too. It feels great but I'm not close to cumming. She adds a wonderful blowjob. Her lips and mouth feel so good. I'm getting close so I do my best to back off and I'm successful. Finally after fifteen to twenty minutes, she stops and comes out from under the table. "Good job, slave Tim. Now we are going to the other room and we are going to both have cocks in our asses. The one in your ass will be a fake one. Yours will be in mine." Holy shit!! I've never had anal sex before. I'm thrilled.

I'm taken to the other room which has a double bed in it. The goons lay me on my back and tie me up. Mistress comes in and crawls up on the bed. I'm still hard but she starts to suck me. She doesn't do it long. "I think I want that cock in my pussy first and then it will be in my ass. Does that sound like a good idea, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." I'm smiling. Being a prisoner this way is not hard to take at all. She soon crawls on top of me and sits down on my hard cock. She moans and starts to move on me. I wish my hands were free. Those huge tits are bouncing all over the place and I'd love to be playing with them. She fucks me long enough for her to cum three times. Then she gets off and goes to lube her ass up. 

She comes back and soon my cock is slipping into her ass. Wow! It's a lot tighter than any vagina I've ever been in. She rams my cock into her ass and keeps it up through her first orgasm by ass. She then starts to punish my nipples as she continues to bounce on my cock. I'm starting to get close. I say "Please Mistress, twisting my nipples is getting me close to my orgasm."

"You'd better back off if you value your balls." After her fourth orgasm, I can't hold back anymore and start to cum. She jumps off of me and starts to punch my balls hard. She keeps it up until I pass out. 

I wake up in my cell and my scrotum is swollen about three times larger than normal and the pain is intense. How long was I passed out? I guess I missed supper because I never saw it come in. I don't sleep much that night because my balls hurt and I'm also very hungry.

Day 51.

I'm surprised when the goons come to get me and take me to the dungeon. My balls are black and blue, really hurt and are the size of Clementine tangerines. They lay me on the floor and put a spreader bar on my ankles. They then lower a rope and I'm tied to the rope and lifted off the floor. I'm hanging from my ankles and my feet are spread apart about four feet. Before they leave, they put wrist cuffs on me and lock them together behind my back. A ball gag is shoved into my mouth.

Mistress comes in and walks over to me. "I'm very, very angry with you, slave Tim. I've decided I don't want to have sex with you for at least a week to ten days. Since I don't need that cock and those balls, I'm going to give you a reminder so that you understand that you do not cum until I beat your front or back with a whip or cane. Cumming because I was playing with your nipples is a no-no. Remember this. No fucking cumming unless I'm using the bullwhip or cane on your body. UNDERSTAND?"

I try to say yes but can't because of the ball gag. 

She walks over to the implements and comes back with a flogger. She says "This flogger has been modified. The tips of 10% of the leather lashes are metal. They can do some damage and that's what I'm planning. By the way, you may cum while I'm abusing your genitals."

She backs up and starts to hit me and I start to scream. That 10% is cutting me every time the lashes land on my scrotum and cock. Again I pass out after about ten minutes of flogging. When I come to, I'm still hanging there and blood is dripping down. 

A few minutes later, she walks back into the dungeon and over to me. I receive one hard punch to my stomach which knocks the wind out of me again. She kneels down and starts to slap my face hard. I take at least ten hits on each side of my face. She then spits in my face and walks out.

The goons come in maybe ten minutes later. They let me down and remove the cuffs and spreader bar. One of them says "Wow, dude! She must really be mad at you. I've never seen someone beaten that bad."

They drag me to my cell since I can't walk with the pain between my legs. They lay me on the cot and walk out. When lunch arrives, I don't eat because I can't get up. My scrotum looks like a red softball, a black and blue softball that fell into some red paint. The bottom of my cock is red with cut marks. By supper, I have to pee anyway so I get up and slowly make it to the toilet. After I pee, I slowly make my way over to the tray on the floor. I bend down and grab a couple pieces of fried chicken and eat them standing bowlegged. 

Day 52.

A doctor wakes me up. I'm surprised I managed to sleep but I know it wasn't much. He examines my scrotum and cock and gives me a couple of shots. "These shots will help. One is for the inflammation and the other is an antibiotic. The one I'm going to give you will help with the pain so you can sleep. Your Mistress noticed you were up most of the night last night." He soon turns and leaves.

Day 60. 

I get a visit from Mistress. I'm doing okay. My scrotum and balls are nearly back to normal. There's only a few yellow spots left. My cock is pretty much healed.

"Lift your cock, slave Tim." I lift it up and she looks at my balls. "Good. You'll be back to normal in a few days. Next Saturday, which is four days from today, I have a party planned. There will be five other Dominatrices present and you are going to be the entertainment. You will do anything they command you to do. You will probably be fucked numerous times in the ass. You may get to fuck one or all of them. I'm sure they will beat you. You will not cum while they are beating you unless you'd like your cock and balls to be in the same condition they were nine days ago."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tomorrow, we will fuck again and you will not cum until I beat you with the cane."

"Yes, Mistress."

She smiles and walks out. Holy shit!! A reverse gangbang. Wow!

Day 61. 

Today was a replay of day 50 except I last through both the vagina and anal fucks even with her twisting my nipples. Mistress is happy. She had a dozen orgasms. She gets me off while I'm hanging from the cross butt out. She uses the cane on my ass until I cum. My ass is bleeding when I'm finished with my orgasm. That night I sleep on my stomach. 

Day 64.

Mistress has left me alone for the past three days. The party starts at 7 pm and I'll be brought into the room at 8 pm after the meal. My ass is still sore but it's not in too bad of shape. Most of the welts have gone down and the cuts from the cane are scabbed over well. At least I can sit on it now. Mistress briefed me that I'll be brought up to the party room and should then crawl into the room to the center and kneel down. 

At 8 pm, I'm brought to the room and kneel outside. A goon opens the door and I crawl into the center of the room and kneel down. All the ladies say things like "Oh, dessert is served", "Yummy, look at that", "Oh, the fun has arrived!" A couple of them jump up and come over to me. They start to rub their hands all over me. 

One says "Wow, Mistress Beth! Looks like you've been busy with a cane on this slave."

My Mistress (Beth!) says "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I've trained him. That's the only way he can cum, usually. That's how I got him to cum three days ago. You are looking at the ultimate male pain slut. I don't even have to touch his penis now to get him to cum with a cane or whip."

All the other ladies "Oooooo", and "Ahhhh". A couple grab my balls and squeeze hard. 

My Mistress says "slave Tim, kneel up. Check out that cock ladies." I'm half hard. 

They "Ooooo", and "Ahhhhh" again. 

One says "How big is it when it's fully hard?"

"Eight and a half inches and almost two inches in diameter."

"Wow!"

"Mistress Beth, can we fuck him?"

"That's why he's here. And if he cums before I want him too, we all can beat the shit out of him. slave Tim, on your back."

I'm on my back in seconds and the ladies are stripping. One of them starts to suck me to get me harder. My Mistress says "Mistress Ruth, don't suck him, rub that cunt on his face and it will get hard on it's own."

Mistress Ruth is on me quickly and rubbing that juicy cunt of hers all over my face. I can feel my cock getting harder. She leans down and takes it in her mouth anyway and it feels great. Another of the women pushes her off my cock and sits on it. She starts to work it good and says, "Oh, yeah, Mistress Beth. You've got a find here."

Mistress Ruth soon cums on my face and as soon as she's done another woman says "Get up, Ruth. My turn." Mistress Ruth reluctantly gets off and someone else gets on. 

The first thing she does is put her ass over my mouth. "Lick it, slut." So I start to rim her ass and she starts to moan. The woman on my cock screams and begins to cum. She's still working it hard. The woman on my face moves back and says "Work that clit, slut, work it good." I'm on it immediately and she says "Oh, yeah. Great idea, Mistress Beth."

I basically get passed around among the six women. Mistress Beth joins in the fun too. I'm not having any problems with lasting. I keep thinking about my Mistress saying if I cum before she tells me, everyone here is going to beat me. I am getting a little sore. My balls need to be emptied and soon.

The ladies are soon all finished with me. They are all telling her what a treasure I am. She thanks them and tells them it's time to for me to cum. She asks them if one of them wants to get me off. Mistress Ruth jumps up and says, "Me, me, me!"

My Mistress says, "Okay Mistress Ruth. But you don't get to touch his penis to get him off."

Mistress Ruth says, "What? How can I get him off without jacking him off or sucking him off?"

My Mistress hands her a medium size cane. "Beat him with this hard until he cums."

"What? Really?"

"Yes. That's the only way he's allowed to cum. Start beating him and don't be gentle. He'll never get off if you are gentle."

Mistress Ruth takes the cane and I can see her shaking her head. She starts to beat my chest and stomach hard with the cane. My Mistress says, "Don't neglect his balls either." Mistress Ruth is beating me from my chest to my knees including a few hits on my balls. 

I say, "Mistress, may I cum?"

Mistress Beth waits a little while. "Mistress, may I cum, please?"

"Cum, slave Tim!"

I immediately begin to shoot streams of cum. After five streams, I'm done and Mistress Ruth stops the beating. 

"Wow! That is amazing. I've never seen anything like that before," says Mistress Ruth. The other ladies are commenting too.

"slave Tim, clean yourself up." I begin to pick up the streams of cum from my abdomen and thighs with a finger and eating them. Mistress says, "There is a little bit on the rug, slave." I jump up and turn around to lick the rug. 

Mistress says, "Anybody want their pussies cleaned up before you leave?" They all line up and I go down the line licking the juices off their pussies. I even run my tongue through each of their slits to get any juices near the surface. Mistress then rings the bell and two goons come get me. Mistress Ruth thanks me for a wonderful night. I nod at her and crawl out of the room. The goons take me back to my cell. I thoroughly enjoyed that party. It was great fun.

Later Mistress comes down to see me. I move to the center of the cell. She says, "Thank you, slave Tim. You made that party. All the other ladies are amazed at your abilities. Mistress Ruth even offered me $50,000 to buy you but you are mine. Rest tomorrow and then the day after we are going to do a '69' and I'm going to suck you off. I will be hitting your balls to get you off though. Can't let you cum without some hard pain."

She turns and walks out of the room.

Day 66.

We have our oral sex tonight. It's not bad. Fortunately, she gets me pretty close before she starts to punch my balls. It only takes three punches to get me off. Of course, she continues to punch for every stream of cum. That really makes you squirt far. After we are done, I have to find and lick up all the cum. She actually tells me she really cares about me. I'm shocked. She asks me how I feel about her. I tell her I really like her and swear to obey her. I tell her I don't mind being her slave but I just wish I didn't have to be her pain slut. I don't tell her that I doubt I'll ever really care anything about her or that I fear her more than care for her or that if I had a chance I run away from her as fast as I can.

Day 75.

The past nine days we enjoyed fucking each other. I'm worried about not being able to cum unless I'm in pain. What if I escape and then can't have an orgasm without the pain?

She comes down to my cell after we have sex that evening. "slave Tim, I'm lending you to a friend of mine. He'll have you all this coming weekend. He's picking you up Friday night and will bring you back Sunday night. By the way, he's bisexual so expect to get fucked in the ass a lot."

Oh, swell. Now I really want to get out of this "relationship."

Day 78.

Holy hell!! Mistress's Dom friend arrived and he's six foot six and built like a body builder. I'm not happy about this loan and I'm wondering how big his cock is. Mistress puts a collar on me and a leash. She gives me clothes to wear and I'm off with the big Dom. Before I leave her house or castle or whatever this place is, they put a black sack of some kind on my head. The Dom, Master Leo, leads me out to his car and I get in. He thanks my Mistress and we drive off.

He leads me into his house and down the stairs into his dungeon. He removes the sack from my head and tells me to remove my clothes. He then tells me to kneel up. He begins to strip. He is a huge man and when he's naked I find out he's huge everywhere. His penis is eight inches long and it's flaccid. Holy fuck that's going to hurt.

He walks over to me and says "Suck it, slave Tim. Your Mistress says you are a pain slut. That she trained you to be one. Do you really like the pain?"

I take my mouth off his cock and say, "No, Master but I do what Mistress says to do."

"Did your Mistress tell you I am a bisexual?"

I nod yes.

"Well, I also don't care for beating subs up. The only pain I'll give you will be in your ass. You may cum whenever you feel like it this weekend. You have a nice sized cock too. I think I'm going to let you fuck my ass also. Maybe Sunday morning before I take you back to Mistress Beth."

I'm sucking his cock and it's growing. Soon he pulls out and his cock is a monster. I'm guessing twelve inches and two inches at least in girth. "Turn around and kneel down, slave."

He lubes me up good and begins to shove that monster into my ass. I'm guessing my sphincter is being destroyed. The pain is the worst pain I've ever felt. I'm worried after this weekend that I'm going to have to wear a diaper. I'm trying my best to relax so he can push it in easier but the pain is like someone is shoving a large, hot poker into my ass. My hands are in fists and my fingernails are digging into my palms of my hands. I'm biting my lower lip.




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"Very good, slave Tim. I'm in all the way." I let out a long sigh of relief and he laughs. He then start to move in and out. The rest of the ass fuck isn't too bad now that I'm stretched out and my sphincter is ruined. He takes it easy on me until he gets close to his orgasm and then he speeds up and is pounding me hard. Soon he starts to cum and cum and cum. He must pump about a cup of cum into my bowels and then he pulls out. 

"That was very good, Tim. I'm dropping the slave title from now on. We are going to do that a couple more times before the weekend is out." The cum is pouring out of my ass. I let it flow out and try my best to push all of it out. I then turn around and start to lick it up. "No, stop Tim. You don't have to eat my cum that been in your ass. The maid will clean it up. Come with me and we'll take a shower together. Then I'll suck you off."

I start to crawl after him and he says, "Stand up, Tim, and walk with me." He grabs my hand in his and we walk down the hall into a really nice, large shower.

The shower is kind of nice. I've never showered with another man hands on me but it's not bad. We wash each other off and he washes my ass out with the shower head hose. He uses that to 'douche' my asshole out. He then turns the shower off and kneels down in front of me. It doesn't feel right. "Master, this doesn't feel right to me."

"Oh, Tim, I don't stand on ceremonies. I like your cock and I intend on sucking you off."

He works on me for quite a while and I'm not getting close to cumming. I was worried about that. My body is now trained to cum only while getting pain. "Master, please hit my balls. I'm not going to be able to cum without pain."

He looks at me and shakes his head. "Mistress Beth has ruined you, Tim. Let's dry off and I'll take you back to the dungeon and get a crop so I can hit you while sucking you off. I'm not hitting your balls. As a man, I just can't do that."

Back in the dungeon, he ties me to a table and begins to suck me again with a crop smacking my chest. I last a couple of minutes and begin to cum. He surprises me by swallowing my cum. As he gets up, he French kisses me and says he enjoyed it and hopes I did too. I tell him I did enjoy it and thank him.

Day 79.

The next day is just like the day before except he allows me to fuck his female submissive instead of sucking me off. He has to cane my ass so I could cum in the subs' mouth. My ass is stretched out. I'm having trouble not shitting my pants. I'm spending a lot of time on the toilet. 

Day 80. 

Master Leo fucks my ass again this morning. He takes me to the shower again but this time he doesn't do anything with me. We wash each other and then he takes me to his personal bedroom. He drops his towel and lays on the bed on his back. He has a crop in his right hand. With his left hand he lifts his balls and says, "As promised, you may fuck my ass. Grab the lube on the chest of drawers." 

I do as he says and begin to lube him. I'm stroking myself to get hard. Soon I'm in his ass and he's moaning. He tells me to fuck him hard and I do. He's stroking himself and after he cums on his chest, he begins to hit my chest with the crop. A few minutes later, I unload in his ass. When I'm finished, I pull out and thank him. He says he enjoyed it. 

"Tim, lick up my cum and swallow it."

"Yes, Sir." I do as he commands. I hate eating cum but I am a slave now and have to do what is commands of me. 

Later, he takes me back to my Mistress. I'm wearing the black sack again so I can't see where we are going or where we were.

Once back in Mistress's house, I'm taken to my cell. I lay down on my cot and think to myself, "I've got to find some way to get away from my Mistress. I'm not thrilled with this relationship, but if she's going to be loaning me out to anyone, I want out."

Sometime later, Mistress comes to visit me. I'm standing in the middle of my cell nude again. "So, how did you like your time with my good friend, Master Leo?"

"It was okay, Mistress. I may have a problem with my asshole now. I've got constant leakage now from being fucked there. He's got a very big cock."

"Yes, I know. He wanted to fuck me but I don't want to be stretched out. He says I ruined you. Do you think I ruined you, slave?"

"Does it matter what I think, Mistress?"

She laughs and says, "No, it doesn't matter."

She waits for me to say something but I don't. "Okay, then. Glad to have you back." She turns and walks away.

The next day, we are back on the schedule we had before. I have to carry a roll of toilet paper with me though. I asked Mistress to get me some Depends but she refuses.

Day 100.

My bowel problems have eased up a little. I guess I'm healing a bit. Because of constant leakage, I really need to wear an adult diaper but Mistress says 'no'. So I continue to carry a roll of toilet paper for accidents. Mistress comes to me today and says, "slave Tim, I'm taking you to a function tonight. Your clothes will be brought to you. You will be wearing very little though. The subs must be nearly naked. You'll be wearing a harness which just covers your genitals. I'll be putting the collar back on and the leash. If you behave yourself, I'll give you a blowjob without pain and give you permission to cum."

"Thank you, Mistress." Yeah, like I believe that.

Later I'm taken for a shower and then the harness is delivered and I put it on. It covers the essentials. Mistress comes down to my cell wearing a gorgeous corset with black high heels. Her breasts are being pushed out of the top again. She puts the black sack on my head again and leads me out. She assists me to get into the car.

After about a half hour, she takes the black sack off my head and I look around. We are in the city. We stopped at one of the few large convention centers. I'm not really sure which one. We walk into the place with me on my leash. It's some kind of BDSM event. We walk around and mingle. Mistress Ruth is there and she offers my Mistress $70,000 now for me. My Mistress says no. Mistress Ruth has a young man on the leash. I wonder what is wrong with him that she wants me so badly.

There are many demonstrations and exhibits that we watch. I eventually have to go to the bathroom. I have to pee and I'm also starting to leak again from behind. I tell my Mistress and she takes me over to the Men's room and sends me in. There is one other sub in there. I notice there's an open window. THERE'S MY CHANCE!! I decide to make a break for it out the window. I jump up and grab the bottom of the window and pull myself up. The sub watches me. I drop outside and I'm in an alley. I head down the alley. I'm finally free if she doesn't come looking for me. I have no idea where I am but I'm free, for a while anyway. I've got to leave town, and fast or her goons will find me. Two alleys away, I stop to piss and continue on.

I finally recognize where I am. I manage to get to my sister's via back alleys and across people's back yards. She asks me where I've been so I tell her the entire sordid tale. She gives me some of my brother's clothes. About an hour later, I make it to my house and open the door with the key my sister had. I told her I'm leaving the area. I grab a suitcase and some clothes. I grab a spare bank card, a couple of IDs and my birth certificate. I have no idea where my car is now. It was probably towed. I walk through alleys and some not too well travelled streets and make it to my bank. I withdraw everything I can. It's only a few thousand. I'll get the rest out of the bank day by day. I told my sister to sell my house after I send her a power of attorney.

I grab a cab and the cabbie takes me to the airport. Soon I'm on the first plane out of town. I'm headed for somewhere remote. I lived in northern Montana a long time ago. I think that's where I'll settle or maybe I'll go north to Canada since it's not too far. My first stop is Chicago. Once I change planes in Chicago and I'm on my way to Montana, I finally breathe. I'm free and not likely to see her again although I really hate myself for missing her.

I wish I knew where she lives. I never had a clue. No sense going to the cops. I couldn't tell them anything and I'd risk getting caught by her goons. The only thing I really know is she lives within 30 minutes or so of the city. I'm going to lay low for a while and then contact my sister and send her a power of attorney. 

I know now I probably should just keep moving every year or so. I'm thinking Seattle next and then maybe head north. I do know I'm not going to be able to have a relationship with a woman. Who is going to want a man who can only cum via harsh pain? Nobody, that's who, unless it's another Dominatrix like her and I don't want that at all.

I really fucking hate myself for missing her.

The End.



Against My Will Ch. 1



Chapter 1: The Abduction

We had been warned about the Crescent City and the dangers it holds, but because my girlfriend and I are sophisticated, college graduates, working for several years in the "real" world, we didn't take the warning seriously. My friend teaches with me at the high school in Memphis. We graduated 6 years ago from Ole Miss and got assigned to the same school. Kathy is a 5'5 brunette with a figure I'd kill for. She was one of the homecoming attendants and has had several boyfriends since we moved to Memphis. 

My name is Linda and I'm 5'9 and dated one guy through most of college. We were briefly married until I found out he had a roving eye and other body parts that bothered me more than the eye. I'm 27 and weigh 131. I like my figure and none of they guys I've dated ever complained; It's just when I see Kathy I feel that I'm way outclassed, especially in the chest department where I'm 35b and she must be 37c.

The last night in New Orleans was going to be one to remember and indeed it was, only not like Kathy and I had hoped. We had gone to dinner and hit several clubs in addition to being hit on by several guys who we brushed off. About 2 in the morning we decide to have a nightcap and then go back to the hotel. The bar we picked was down a back street fairly close to where we were staying. As we started walking toward the door I heard Kathy sort of scream, like she was yelling into a pillow. I turn toward her and screamed as I saw two men, one with his hand over her mouth and the other injecting something into her arm. I started to turn toward her and the kidnappers when a strong arm went across my chest and a hand was clamped over my mouth. I tried to struggle, but then I felt a pinprick in my arm and my vision begin to fade. The last thing I remember was a voice saying something about we really got two lookers this time and laugh as my vision faded to black.

I don't know how long I was out, but as I gradually came to I discover that my hands were tied behind my back and my ankles were tied together. I weakly tried to struggle, but soon realized that the bonds were too strong so I laid my head back and closed my eyes to try to calm my racing mind. I hear a whimper behind me and I rolled over. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Kathy, tied as I was, on her back with a large black man sitting on the bed beside her. Her blouse was open, her bra removed and the man was rolling her left nipple between his fingers. The whimpering got loader as he increased the pressure on her nipple and in spite of myself, I screamed at him to let her alone. The man turned his head toward me and smiled, his fingers still rolling Kathy's nipple, and said, "Good, you're finally awake" and still smiling nodded to huge man at the foot of the bed. 

My eyes turned toward the fat white man as he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down next to me. The bed sagged as his weight settled on the mattress. I try to squirm away from him, but he grabbed the top of my blouse and pulled me toward him. He was huge, at least 300 pounds and sweaty and I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him. 

Suddenly I felt his hands grab the top of my silk blouse and rip it open and I screamed as he tore my bra open also, exposing my breasts. His hands held me against the mattress as he lowered his head. I groaned when I felt the warm wetness of his mouth suck on my nipple. I try to roll over, but his hands held me still as the not so gentle suction drew my nipple into his mouth. Realizing that I was helpless I lay still, tears running down my cheeks as the man continued to nurse on my breast. After what seemed like hours, but actually only a few minutes of the men playing with our nipples, the black man said, "Let me tell you why you are here and what the plans are for the future. In a word - sex. All types, normal to very perverted and you will take part in them all. About us? Well we obtain, train, and profit by providing attractive women to our clients, the latest of which are you two. Perhaps we should start your 'training' by seeing what you will do without any of our persuasion." 

With that he clapped his hands and several other men picked Kathy and I up and carried us down a long hallway to stairs leading down. The temperature became warmer and warmer as we were carried down the steps until I could feel the perspiration run down from my neck to between my breasts. We were carried into a well-lit room and seated in a chair. My mouth dropped open as I looked around at the array of sexual equipment that lined the walls. I started to cry with the hopelessness of the situation when I heard the man say, "Let's begin with her"



Against My Will Ch. 2



I heard the words, "Let's begin with her" and I started to panic. Then I heard Kathy crying and begging them to let her alone. A hand picked my chin up and I heard a voice say, "You had better watch or it will be harder on you." I started to hang my head again when the man backhands me, snapping my head around and warned me again to watch. Terrified, I watched as they carried Kathy kicking and screaming to the bed. Placed on her back, they quickly slipped her hands into velvet loop at each corner and pulled them tight. Several men grabbed her ankles and held her as they stripped her of her remaining clothes. 

I could see the fight had gone out of her as they secured her ankles to the other two corners, spreading her legs and exposed her brunette hair covered sex. She had turned her head and was crying softly, when the door opened and three women entered the room. Two of them approached my helpless friend and sat down on either side of her spread - eagled body. Slowly with great gentleness, they lower their head to Kathy's breasts and began to suck on her nipples. Kathy begged them to leave her alone, but to no avail as I watched her nipples hardened under their tongues. 

I heard her sharp intake of breath and watched her toss her head side to side as she moaned "no, no, no, no." Looking beyond the two women nursing on her breasts I could see the other one between Kathy's legs, her head at Kathy's sex. The obscene foreplay continued for several minutes as Kathy's struggles became less and less until finally she lay still, moaning continually and only occasionally raising her hips when the woman slide her tongue over the clitoris. I could tell from her flushed neck and face that the forced stimulation was getting to her.

As I watched the gentle rape of my friend, the black man came to the end of the bed. He was naked and I gasped as I saw the size of his erect penis and thought, "Kathy will never take all of him." He gently pushed the woman going down on Kathy out of the way and positioned himself, the tip of his cock at her slit. The woman walked around to the head end of the bed and held Kathy's head up as the man ran the tip of the cock over the puffy opening. Kathy opened her eyes and saw the black man, his cock tip barely inside her vagina. Her breathing was ragged as she begged, "Please, please, don't, don't." Kathy's body jerked and she gasped as the man pushed half his massive, black cock into her. "Oh no, no, noooooooooooo" she moaned as he begin to push deeper into her. Soon he was slowly moving in and out of her body as the other two women continued to nurse on her breasts. The man starting stroking harder in and out, his cock entering Kathy to the hilt causing her body to move with each hard thrust as he felt his own climax building.

I could see Kathy's tear stained face, her eyes again closed, as the man and the three women used her body. I watched as the third woman picked up a small object and reach between Kathy and the black rapist. Kathy moaned and thrust her hips toward the man and I realized that the woman was using a vibrator on Kathy's clitoris as she was being raped. 

Watching Kathy's face turn redder and redder, watching her body thrust against the bonds and the man driving into her, and hearing her moans becoming more continuous I realized that, in spite of the fact that she was being raped, she was about to reach orgasm. "That's impossible," I thought. No woman could be forced to enjoy being raped, yet here was Kathy, about to cum as her black rapist pounded into her.

They both came at almost the same second. I heard the man moan as he pumped his sperm deep into Kathy's vagina. Kathy couldn't move much, but her head violently tossed back and forth as the wave of the orgasm washed over her body, her moans loud and passionate. He kept moving in her for several seconds, each thrust depositing more of his seed deep in her. Finally he collapsed on her body as she lay there, her chest heaving, her head turned to the side with tears running down her cheek. When he withdrew from her, a long strand of his cum ran from the tip of his cock to the soaked entrance of her vagina. 

Everything was quiet for a second until the black man looked at me and said, "Think it's your turn."

To be continued...



Against My Will Ch. 3



I cringed when I heard the words "your turn." In panic I scooted as far away as I could as the fat white man reached for me. "No, please, no" I begged, my voice high pitched with fear as his massive bulk moved toward me, my mind racing with horrible thoughts of the sweaty blob raping me, his sweaty body pinning me to the bed as his cock violated my body. 

He grabbed me at the waist, forcing his hand beneath the waistband of my skirt and pulled me against his huge stomach. I tried to twist away from him, but with my hands and feet tied it caused him no difficulty as his other hand cupped my breast as he pulled me against him. Tears ran down my cheek as I begged him not to rape me. A smile crossed his face and he said, "Rape you? You'll gladly do what ever I say when we're though with you." His words caused my fear to peak and I sobbed into his huge stomach as he squeezed my breast.

Suddenly I felt two pairs of hands grab me by the arms and pull me to a standing position. Swiftly my hands were untied and then retied to a hook extending down from the ceiling. With a soft whirling sound a motor took up the slack and forced my arms above my head. The men quickly stripped me, causing my face to turn red with shame and embarrassment as my exposed body was subjected to hands running over my breasts and buttocks. I felt my feet untied and then placed into ankle clamps that were attached to several feet of cord. With horror I felt my legs being spread as the slack was taken up until they were about 4 feet apart. A scream rose in my throat as I felt fingers probe my sex and I tried to twist away, but other hands held my waist and my face flushed as several fingers entered me. The fingers hurt at first, but I soon realized that they were spreading some sort of lubricate in my vagina because the dryness faded and the fingers easily slide in and out of me. 

This went on for several minutes until finally the fingers were withdrawn and I heard someone say, "She's ready." Frantically I looked around, steeling myself for what was to be done to me when I saw them forcing Kathy to watch. Her eyes were puffy and I thought I could see some of the black man's cum on her thigh. 

My eyes widened as I watched as they pushed a table toward me. It looked like half a barrel attached to the rolling frame and I watched helplessly as it was positioned between my wide spread legs. I didn't understand until I saw the collection of dildos on the table next to me and I started to plead and beg them not to hurt me. Tears ran down my face as they selected a fairly large black rubber cock and began to put lubricate on it. I tried to twist and somehow free myself, but the bonds were too tight and I couldn't prevent them from rubbing the tip of the fake cock over my slit. I tried to twist away, but the ropes held me tight and helpless as I felt the dildo pushed into me. My legs were spread further apart, causing my slit to be firmly seated on the base, forcing the dildo to enter me to the hilt. I tried to move and relieve the pressure inside my vagina, but couldn't. I felt fingers spread the hood covering my clitoris and a cup placed directly on the nub. Tears ran down my cheeks as the fat man took my chin in his hand and said, "relax baby, you should really enjoy this." My body glistened with nervous perspiration as I waited for something to happen.

I wasn't prepared for the sensation, as the machine was turned on. I gasped, as the fake cock was slowly withdrawn from my vagina leaving only the first couples of inches of the tip in me. Then suddenly it was thrust back, deep into me causing me to moan as the fullness in my vagina reappeared. The process was repeated about every 10 seconds and soon I felt my body's natural lubricate bath the tip of the dildo as it moved within. 

I screamed and my body strained against the ropes holding it as the cup against my clitoris started to vibrate. "NOOOOOOOOOO, Please, Pleaseeeeeeee", but the forced stimulation increased as the speed of the dildo plunging in and out of me quickened. I tried to twist and scream-anything to lessen the all-consuming sexual heat that was building inside me, but my body couldn't stop as I felt the waves of forced pleasure overpower my protesting mind. Finally I hung there, eyes closed, soft moans coming from my lips as the obscene mechanical rape of my body continued.

I felt hands on my back forcing my breasts slightly forward and opened my eyes as the black man and the fat guy began to suck on my nipples. The added stimulation of their tongues against my hardened nipples as they swirled over the sensitive tips and the suction to my breasts caused the first orgasm to begin to build in my loins. My breath became ragged and I moaned that I was close as the dildo again speeded up. Just when I was on the edge of cumming, the vibration and movement of the dildo stopped. 

"Please, please" I begged and the men laughed and said, "Please? Tell us what you want, Bitch." I hung there for several minutes as my body retreated from the edge of orgasm. Without warning the stimulation started again and I moaned as the orgasm was again building. When they stopped this time I begged them to continue, but they again told me to tell them what I wanted. I shook my head, but I knew that I couldn't take much more and I screamed as the process repeated for the third time.

It was too much and I knew I was beaten when they asked me again to tell them what I wanted. "Make me cum you bastards, Please, please, I need to cum" I sobbed as the stimulation began again. Quickly I felt my body pushed to the edge and with a loud scream of pleasure felt the first wave of a massive orgasm crash over me. "Oh God, God, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." My body slumped in the ropes while the vagina contracted around the pistoning dildo until my body was drained. 

I hung there, my chest heaving as I tried recover. I could feel my face and neck redden from the sexual stimulation and the wetness seep out of my vagina and moisten my thigh. The dildo and cup over my clitoris suddenly started up again and I was quickly pushed toward a second climax. As I got closer I begged for them to stop, but I barely heard their laughter as the second orgasm shook my body. This pattern continued for almost an hour, each orgasm straining my drained body, until they ran together and it seemed that I was in a state of continuous cumming. I fought and screamed and begged, anything to make it end, but the ordeal continued until during one very strong wave I felt myself beginning to pass out from too much of the stimulation forced on my body The last thing I remember was my vagina contracting weakly on the dildo as my world turned to black.



Against My Will Ch. 4



I awoke with a start and started to tremble as I remembered the series of mind shattering orgasms that were forced on my body. Confused, I thought to myself that maybe it was all a nightmare until I moved and felt the tenderness in my pubic area and realized that I was naked. I glanced around and saw Kathy, naked and sitting on the bed next to me, her eyes wide as she stared at a large screen TV. I looked at the screen and tears came to my eyes as I saw a close up of my face, tortured with the forced orgasm. It must have been the last one, because I slumped on the screen and passed out as the camera faded. 

The screen came to life again and there was Kathy being raped by the black man, the camera zooming in on the large black cock as it pushed in and out of her. The picture shifted to her face as the orgasm hit her causing her neck and chest to redden. 

"Kathy", I said, "Are you all right?" I could see the red on her face and the tear streaked cheeks as she turned toward me. Her body began to heave as the sobs overcame her. I quickly went to her and held her in my arms as she cried. It was strange being naked and holding another naked woman, especially since it was my best friend, but Kathy needed support so I held her as she sobbed.

"Oh, Linda", she sobbed. "He raped me, a black man raped me. He came in me and I'm-I'm--." She couldn't finish the sentence, but I knew that she wasn't on the pill because her husband had a vasectomy and that she probably thought she was pregnant by the black rapist. I shuddered as I thought about her belly swelling with a black child and realized that without my pills, I too could be pregnant soon. As I held her, I glanced back at the TV. The scene had again changed and I saw the dildo being pushed in me as I hung there helplessly bound. I closed my eyes as I heard myself gasp as the fake cock began to move in and out of my vagina. 

The time passed slowly and even though we refused to watch the taped replays of our ordeal, we could never get away from the sounds of our rapes. Several hours had passed and we were served a very good meal, which we both wolfed down. In whispered tones we talked about ways to escape and how we would support each other no matter what we had to endure. The entire time the TV played and replayed our rapes and we could hear our gasps and moans as we were forced to cum. Suddenly we noticed that the room was beginning to get very warm again and soon our bodies were moist with perspiration. The door was unlocked and Kathy and I held each other as several people, evenly divided between male and female entered the room. The black man that had raped Kathy and the fat white guy that I found so repulsive led the others in. 

With more courage than sense I quickly stood up and demanded that they release us. My daring move was met with laugher by the men as the fat guy moved quickly toward me. Before I could react his hand grabbed my hair and snapped my head back as his other hand squeezed my left breast. Bringing his face close to mine he hissed, "Dumb cunt! Why should we release you when you'll soon beg to suck me off? I'm really going to enjoy watching you at the party tonight." He then pushed me backwards, causing me to fall on the bed. He turned to the others and with a load voice said. "OK, get them ready."

The women came to us and pushed us toward another door. Inside was a large bath with showers and several chairs. The black man followed us in and warned us to cooperate with the women or we would be severely punished. The women showered us and rubbed us down with oil, their hands lingering on our nipples and at the v of our thighs. In spite of our situation both Kathy's and my nipples became hard as the teasing of our bodies continued. They applied delicate makeup to our faces and finished up with a muted red lipstick. 

Then we were sort of dressed. Almost everything showed as they draped the sheer black, off the shoulder gown on my body. They were smoothing the material when I heard Kathy whimper. I looked and saw that she was dressed in a sheer white gown similar to my black one, but what caught my eye was that they had tied her hands behind her back and placed a sparkling collar around her neck. I started to say something when my hands were forced behind my back and cuffed. I screamed at them as they forced a collar around my neck and locked it in place. Then my mouth was forced open and a ball gag was inserted and quickly tied off behind my head. The fat man walked up to me and told me, "You shouldn't talk so much, when you open your mouth it should be for a cock. You'll learn, probably the hard way, but you'll learn." I tried to struggle as they took Kathy and I by the arms and led us down the hall. 

We were taken to a white door and stopped as the black man unlocked it. We heard someone's voice in muffled tones and when the door opened there was applause as we were taken on stage. Right in the middle of the stage was a huge bed; with two raised strips toward either end several inches higher than the rest of the mattress. There were spotlights on us so I couldn't make out whom or how big the audience was, but it was hot with the lights and soon the parts of our bodies that were exposed glistened with moisture. 

I felt my hands being uncuffed and then retied in front of me and attached to a chain from the ceiling beam. The chain was then drawn up until my arms were above my head and I was forced to stand on my tiptoes to relieve the strain. Frantically I looked around and discovered that Kathy was also on her tiptoes, head hung down, sobbing as the others left the stage and the spotlights danced over our straining bodies. As the rest of them made their way off stage the fat man leaned over to me and whispered, "Show time, Bitch". He moved behind me and I felt his hands run over my back and move to my breasts. I could feel his massive stomach against my back as he teased my nipples with his fingers. The spotlights bathed us in a warm glow, perspiration dripping off of both of us as my eyes adjusted and I could make out about twenty people in the audience, at least a few of them women.

I heard movement from the audience and when I looked a scream died behind the ball gag as six men, two of them dwarfs made their way toward the stage. The fat man whispered in my ear, "You'll love the dwarfs, they really get into our 'guests'-more ways than one I might add." I cringed as the men gathered around our stretched, bound bodies. Three moved to Kathy and three plus the fat guy with me. I closed my eyes as I heard Kathy scream and felt the first pair of hands on my hips.



Against My Will Ch. 5



The hands held my hips still as I felt the gown move over my thighs. Suddenly there was something warm and wet on the front of my right thigh and I opened my eyes. "Oh, no, please", I groaned as I realized that the dwarf was under the gown, his mouth kissing my upper thigh. Instinctively, I kicked out with my leg and I heard him grunt as it connected. I heard the dwarf cuss and I screamed in pain into the ball gag. The fat man squeezed and twisted my nipples and the dwarf grabbed me by the pubic hairs; I tried to twist away, but the pain only increased. Tears ran down my face, as the fat man demanded, "Are you going to hold still Bitch or do I tear these off?" I moaned as he twisted thee nipples again to emphasize his point. Frantically I nodded and held as still as I could. The other two men stripped my gown off and took the ball gag out of my mouth. I saw the grotesque dwarf release my hairs and push his mouth against the V of my thighs, his hands on my rear pulling my sex to him. A voice whispered in my ear, "Spread your legs." I hesitated, but when the pressure increased on my nipple I moved my right leg until my feet were several feet apart.

"That's better," he said as the dwarf ran his stubby fingers over my slit, lingering on my clitoris. My body shuddered as I felt his fingers move aside only to be replaced by the warm, wetness of his tongue on my nub. I hung in my bonds; eyes closed as his tongue slowly ran over my clit. The fingers released my nipples only to be replaced by the mouths of the two men that had stripped me. The fat man forced my head up and told me to look at Kathy. I opened my eyes and her eyes met mine as she was forced to look at the obscene pawing of my body. I could see that she was been forced to endure the same treatment that I was and as I watched, I saw her hips thrust forward slightly, her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped from her half open lips when they hit her clit just right and her body responded to the sexual teasing.

The pressure on my arms lessened after several minutes of stimulation to my body and the chain lower from the ceiling. My hands were untied and the men carried me to the bed and forced me to lie down on my back. My arms were pulled straight out from my body and tied on either side of the mattress. My rear was seated on the raised part, thrusting my slit up and outward as they spread my legs and tied them to the corners. 

Kathy was carried over to the bed and tied as I was, except her body was facing the other way. Her head touched the top of my shoulder as mine did to her shoulder. We could turn and look at each other, our faces inches apart and we could feel though our shoulders and head any movement of the others body. I was shocked when a large mirror was lower from the ceiling and we could both see what was being done to the other. Kathy started to cry softly and I turned to her hoping to comfort her when I heard the black man ask the audience if they had placed their bets. In disbelief I heard him describe how the first act of the show would be a contest to see whether Kathy or I would cum first. He then turned to us and told us that the loser was the one that came first. He continued, "The winner gets to watch the other one get gangbanged by our stage crew. The rules? Well, we turn on the vibrators at the same time and see which of you girls can hold out the longest."

Suddenly, I felt my legs and waist being strapped to the bed so that I could only move my upper body. The cup that had been used on my clitoris earlier was once again positioned against my nub and taped on so I couldn't get away from the vibrations. A frightened glance at the mirror showed that Kathy also had a vibrating cup on her clit. She looked over at me, tears streaking her face, her lips moving slightly when suddenly the black man said, "Ready Ladies? Good! Turn them on!!!"

I saw Kathy's eyes widened as I felt the vibration on my clitoris. I tried to move my hips to lessen the stimulation, but with my waist and legs strapped down it was no use and I felt my clitoris stiffen as I moaned. I heard Kathy's ragged breathing as I felt her body jerk, the vibrating cup driving her body toward the sexual goal. With quivering lips she turned her head to me and begged me to cum. "Please, please Linda. Save me. Don't let them have me." 

My nipples hardened and I could feel my body respond and start the long climb toward orgasm. My body shook with the stimulation and I began to slowly toss my head back and forth, my mind trying without success to block out the sexual images running through my mind. My body seemingly with a mind of it's own climbed toward the peak. The cups continued to drive us, causing our bodies to jerk and shudder as increasing waves of pleasure settled between our legs. 

I heard Kathy moan loudly and through the sexual heat thought maybe she came, but the vibrations continued and soon I realized I was losing. "No, please, please", I screamed as the stimulation drove me to the edge. I bit my lip as I tossed my head back and forth, but to no avail. I felt the orgasm begin and screamed my sexual release as my whole body shuddered. My breathing was rapid and ragged and I was taken beyond the limit. I could feel my vagina spasm, my mind spin and moans escape my lips as I heard someone say, "We have a winner, more importantly we also have a loser. Not a bad time though, it took 7 minutes and 23 seconds for her to cum."

I laid there for several minutes, my chest heaving with great gasps of breath, my face turned toward Kathy, eyes closed as I felt fingers removing the cup from my clitoris. The straps were taken off my waist and legs and I heard Kathy whisper, "I'm sorry" as the first man mounted me and positioned the tip of his cock on my slit.

To be continued...



Against My Will Ch. 6



I moaned as the man pushed very slowly into me. My vagina was wet with my forced orgasm and I could feel the tip separating my lips, pushing into me a little more. He paused and I braced myself for my body's impalement when heard him say, "Look at me Bitch! I want you to know who fucked you first." A hand grabbed my hair and twisted causing my head to rise and my eyes to open.

"Ohhhhh, please, no, oh no," I sobbed. One of the dwarfs had pushed completely in me, his balls pushing against my rear. He began to withdraw and thrust himself back into me, his short, stubby cock only going several inches deep. I could feel his thrusts as the hand in my hair forced me to watch as the dwarf raped my bound body. All I could do was to clinch my bound hands as the rape continued, the small cock pushed in to the hilt with each down thrust. 

He continued to rape me for several minutes and I heard him grunt, "I'm going to fill you Bitch, get ready." With horror I remembered Kathy's fear of becoming pregnant and I realized that I had not taken a birth control pill since we were kidnapped. "No, I beg you." I moaned as I felt him speed up his thrusts, the tip of his cock expanding slightly. Frantically, I tried to buck him off of me thrashing as best I could against the ropes holding me to the bed. 

He grabbed my hips and held on as my body tried in vain to dislodge him. "Please, please, don't cum in me." I whimpered as I glanced at his face, but I knew it was too late. His mouth was open, spittle drooled out of his mouth onto my belly; His eyes tightly shut as a series of loud grunts came from his throat. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," I moaned as I felt his ejaculation bath the first few inches of my vagina and I turned my head away, tears running down my cheeks, sobs racking my violated body as the dwarf continued to pump his sperm into me. "Good Pussy," he grunted as he pulled out of me, his grotesque stomach on my belly. His shrunken, wet cock pushed against my pubic hairs, coating them with his cum. I felt his weight lift off of me only to be replaced by the next man as he knelt between my bound legs.

Weakly I protested as I felt the cock positioned on my slit. When he pushed into me I realized that my rapist was huge and opened my eyes. A very large, very dark black man was on top of me. "Please, please," I whispered, "please don't hurt me." I tried to twist to away to relieve the pressure that the cock caused as he entered me, but it made no difference. I gasped as I was completely filled by the black's cock. I had never taken such a large cock before and perversely wondered if I could take all of him. He continued to push deeper in my vagina until finally the base of his cock pushed against my pussy lips.

He paused for several seconds and repositioned himself. I held my breath as he slowly pulled partially out of me. Holding himself steady he looked me in the eyes and smiled as he lowered himself, forcing the massive rod deep inside me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned softly as my body was filled with the cock. I raised my shoulders and tossed my head back and forth as he set into a slow rhythm, his cock pushing my body forward causing the ropes to bit into my ankles with each down stroke. The dwarf's cum and my own juices eased the entry as he plunged deep in me, each stroke pushing the tip of his cock deeper than any man had gone. 

As he picked up speed I couldn't help my body's response. My nipples had become hard as each stroke brushed against my clitoris. "No, no, no," I thought, "I can't be enjoying this', yet I could feel the warmth creep against my nub causing me to groan in frustration.

Without warning I heard him groan as his body shuddered, his cock entering me to the hilt. His hands went to my ass and pulled me to him, completely impaling my vagina as he came. My mind raced as I moaned, but what did I want? My body cried in frustration that he didn't fuck me long enough for me to reach orgasm. My mind cried in outrage that I was being raped and made pregnant by these bastards. He held himself deep in me as I felt the cock contract several more times, empting his cum and coating the insides of my vagina with his seed. I was almost disappointed when he started to withdraw from my battered body, but the realization that it was rape and probably a forced impregnation quickly brought me back to reality. His tip finally withdrew and I was horrified when I felt some of his sperm seep from my slit and run down my crack. 

I didn't have much time to think about the situation because the third man got between my legs and ran the tip of his cock over my opening, coating it with the other's sperm. Suddenly I heard a voice say, "Wait a minute before you fuck her. Let's work both ends. Of course she may need a little persuasion, but we can handle that." I almost got sick when I saw the fat guy standing beside me. He reached for my breast and I tried to shrink into the mattress as he took my right nipple between his fingers and began to gently roll it. My body was still sexually charged and the nipple grew with the stimulation until it was hard. "Now for the persuasion" he said and before I could react he slipped a clamp on the swollen nipple. My chest jerked a little at the slight pain the clamp caused and I saw that there was a line from the clamp to his hand. Without a word he put his leg over my body and straddled my chest, his rear on my breasts and his cock inches from my face. "I told you that you would beg to suck me," he said with a grin on his face. 

"You bastard," I screamed. "I'll neve--------------Auggggggg." The jaws of the clamp bit into my nipple as he pushed the button on the controller and I screamed in pain. The fat man put his hand on my chin and said, "You know, you really want to suck me! Ask me nice and I'll let you service me." His hand released my chin and grasped the base of his cock. He ran the tip over my quivering lower lip and I started to turn my head away when I felt the clamp jaws begin to tighten. "Please, please, it hurts," I whispered and he released the pressure and said, "I believe there is something you want to do?" I sobbed with the thought of having the cock of this fat, vile man in my mouth, but I knew that I had no choice. With a low whisper I said, "Please, I want to suck your cock, please, but just don't hurt me." With a smile he put down the controller and grabbed my hair, pulling my head toward his cock. With his other hand he guided the cock to my face and ran the leaking tip over my lips, making them glisten with his pre-cum. 

"OK baby, time to nurse," he said as he pushed the tip of his cock against my lips. "Open up Bitch," he hissed and with a groan I parted my lips. A smile crossed his face as he flexed his hips forward, his cock entering my mouth, the rolls of his obese stomach pushing against my head. Both of his hands grabbed my hair and he pushed his cock in and out, using my mouth for the cruel oral rape. I groaned as the cock slide over my tongue and pushed against the back of my throat forcing me to taste the salty juices that were coming from him. 

The other man thrust his cock into my soaked vagina cause more cum to drain from me. He settled in to a steady rhythm as he fucked me, the cock entering me on each thrust to the hilt. Every few thrusts into me he would move his hips and grind the base of his cock against my vagina opening and clitoris causing small sparks of sexual heat to spread over my lower stomach. 

My double rape continued for what seemed like hours, my body battered as their cocks ravished my bound body. I felt the man between my legs shudder and plunge deep into me as his first ejaculation added another layer of sperm to my already soaked passage. There was nothing I could do except lie there as his cock shot jet after jet of his sperm into my belly. I groaned in frustration as I felt the man begin to withdraw and was shocked that the frustration was from not being able to reach orgasm before he withdrew. My mind raced as I wondered how I could want sexual satisfaction in spite of the fact that what was being done to my body was rape, pure and simple rape.

I didn't have long to dwell on the lack of satisfaction because the fat man raping my mouth suddenly grasped my hair harder and increased the speed of his fucking. I heard him groan and felt the tip of the cock quiver with my tongue. "Oh no, don't" I screamed around the cock as I tried to turn my head away, but the man's grip was too tight and I felt his the first shot of his load on my tongue. I thought I would be sick as he held my head steady empting the rest of his load in my helpless mouth. I tried not to swallow as he pulled out causing some of his sperm to run out of the corner of my mouth and slide down my cheek to my chin. Tears formed in my eyes as I saw my sperm coated face in the mirror. I could also see the wet place on the mattress and the glistening around my slit as some of the multiple loads of cum ran out of my body.

I sobbed softly, my head turned when I felt the now familiar weight of a man mounting me, the tip of his cock probing my vagina. I groaned as the man pushed his cock into my sperm filled passage and I heard the fat man say, "You'll be a good cocksucker before we're through with you. Hell! I might even buy you myself, but first things first. There are three more fuckers on this train."

I shuddered as I felt a body position itself on my chest and almost lost it when I realized that the second dwarf was going to force me to suck him off. I almost forgot about the man raping me as I turned to the fat man and begged him to stop the dwarf. He laughed and said it was part of my training as well as reminding me that the nipple clamp "persuasion" was still attached to my breast. Utterly defeated I opened my mouth as the dwarf pushed his stubby cock past my lips.

To be continued...



Against My Will Ch. 7



The moment the dwarf's cock touched my tongue I gagged and violently tossed my head to one side, dislodging him. I fought back nausea as I felt him shift his weight and say, "The bitch needs a little persuasion! Persuade her if you please." The pain caused me to scream in pain as the clamp jaws dug into my nipple. "Oh, please, please stop. I'll do anything." I moaned as the pain began to lessen. The fat man said, "Suck him baby. He's waiting."

Suddenly the rapist in my vagina speeded up and I whimpered as he filled me with yet another load of sperm. I could feel a steady stream of cum seep out and run down my thighs onto the mattress, adding to the growing wet spot as the cock was pulled from my pussy. He got off the bed and then it sagged again as the last man mounted me. He must have weighed a ton, because I could feel a massive weight on my lower belly as he fumbled around trying to get his cock in me. He thrust his hips forward but the tip of his cock missed the slit and rubbed against my clitoris causing my to jerk as the stimulation grew. After several tries he finally got the tip inside me and thrust forward burying his cock completely in my overflowing vagina. He started to hump wildly and I knew that he wouldn't last long.

The dwarf had watched the man impale my vagina and turn back toward my face, his cock inches from my tortured mouth. "OK baby, do your stuff", he said as he took my face in both his hands and raised my head to where his cock brushed my lips. Remembering the "persuasion", I opened my mouth and he pushed forward until his full length was inside. Fighting nausea, I begin to suck and bob my head back and forth, anything to make him cum and get him off of me. I heard him grunt and increased the suction.

Both men came within seconds of each other, filling my mouth and vagina with their cum. I could believe how much the dwarf ejaculated and I had to swallow some to keep from choking. Coughing several times, I turned my head aside as the dwarf got off of me and rubbed his wet cock over my breasts leaving a shiny trail of sperm across the nipples. The other man pulled out of me bringing more cum to the mattress. 

I lay there, softly sobbing as I heard the fat man begin to speak. I turned toward the voice and saw Kathy, they had untied her and forced her to sit on her knees and watch my gang rape not 5 feet from my battered body. Her eyes were puffy and I saw the despair in them. I felt a pang of dread for her when I saw that there were two nipple clamps attached to her breasts. 

"Well", the fat man said, "Linda took seven loads and I think it's only fair that she gets off too." I groaned with the knowledge that my body would be forced to cum in front of these people, but I was shocked when I heard him tell Kathy that she was to get me off. I struggled and both of us pleaded with them not to make her do this, but a sharp cry of pain from Kathy as the nipple clamps tightened shut us up. "OK, lets see how good a lap dog you are", he said as he snapped a leash onto the collar around her neck and told her to crawl on her hands and knees to between my legs. Kathy's eyes widened and she started to sob as she realized what they expected her to do. A sharp pain in her breasts from the clamps forced her to crawl between my legs and she looked at me as if to say, I'm sorry. Softly I told her, "it's all right, there isn't anything that either of us can do to change things."

I closed my eyes and laid my head back as I felt Kathy's hands on my thighs. My body jerked at the first contact of her tongue against my soaked slit and almost passed out when she quickly licked the clitoris. I couldn't believe how much I needed sexual release, because I cried out when her mouth left me. My eyes opened and I started to plead with her to continue, but I saw why she quit. Men from the audience has come to the stage and lined up behind her. The first man had grabbed her hips and entered her from behind, causing her to groan as he plunged deep into her pussy. I watched as he savagely fucked my best friend. The fat man pushed Kathy's head back to my V and I moaned as she resumed licking my sex. 

The man continued to plunge into her. I could feel every thrust of his cock as her nose pushed against my clit and her chin, glistening with the men's cum that had leaked out of me, pushed against my opening. I heard him sort of growl and heard Kathy squeal into my sex as the man came in her. She started to raise her head up, but the fat man pushed the button and the clamps bit into her nipple. Quickly she started to eat me out again as the next man mounted her from behind, like she was a bitch dog in heat. I watched fascinated as the men lined up behind my friend and wondered if we were both already pregnant. 

Kathy continued to work on my still bound body as the men excitedly waited their turn to fuck her. Soon I was lost in a sea of sexual heat and when Kathy sucked my clit into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue I was pushed over the edge and screamed my release. My vagina contracted, forcing more cum out of me onto Kathy's tongue and chin. I couldn't stand anymore and a screamed for her to stop, but the fat man told her to keep going and tighten the nipple clamps to make his point. 

I thrashed against my bonds as her mouth continued on my clitoris. I begged, I pleaded and cried for her to stop until finally I was so exhausted that I collapsed and lay there, breasts heaving, face flushed with sexual heat; My body not able to cum again. In my mind's twilight I could hear another man grunt as he came in Kathy and heard someone say that that was the last guy. I felt her head and chest on my belly as her body shook with each sob as the last guy withdrew from her battered cunt. After he had withdrawn, Kathy continued to sob softly as the people filed out of the room.

We were helped back to the room we were in earlier. Exhausted from our rapes we both fell into a deep sleep as negotiations took place in the other room. 

To be continued...



Against My Will Ch. 8



Kathy and I had slept for almost 14 hours after our on stage rape ordeal. When we awoke our bodies and especially our sexual areas were sore from the abuse inflicted and we both were distressed to feel the dried sperm around and the thick cum that still leaked from our pussy lips when we stood up. Like two zombies we hardly spoke as we went to the bathroom and took long showers. That helped, but the fact remained that we had been raped and were still held captive. 

We both shuddered as the door opened and the black guy and the fat man walked in, followed by several others carrying trays of food. We were told to eat and started in on our plates as the two men talked. When we had finished the black guy spoke. "Well ladies, the negotiations were successful and your new owners will take possession tonight and move you to Mexico."

I couldn't believe my ears and I stammered, "New owners? Mexico? You can't do that to us. What about our families?" I said with panic in my voice, tears forming in my eyes. 

He laughed, "We can and indeed have sold you. Families? I'm sorry, but your new life doesn't include families. There is, however, one thing that the owners asked and that is that both of you become addicted to drugs. That's easier than keeping you in chains and having to force you to perform each show, some of which are a bit, shall we say kinky. The sex shows in the small border towns are famous for their unique action. I'm sure you'll cooperate if it means that you get your next 'fix'."

Absolutely stunned Kathy and I watched as the men walked toward us, one with a syringe in his hand. I panicked and backed away from them, screaming for them to leave me alone. One grabbed me around the waist and held me down as the other injected me with the syringe. The effect was immediate and I felt the relaxed rush settle over my body. Through half closed eyes I saw them inject Kathy. 

In a minute both of us were almost in a dream state as the men helped us to the bed. We were placed on our backs side by side as the black guy and the fat man stripped. The black mounted me and the fat one took Kathy. "Sort of a fare well fuck", I heard one of them say. Neither one of us protested as the men pushed their cock in and began to fuck us with hard deep strokes. "Kathy, why don't you kiss Linda?" the black guy said as he thrust his cock in me to the hilt. It seemed so natural as our bodies responded to the sexual stimulation with the help of the drugs. I didn't resist as Kathy turned her head to me and pushed her tongue passed my lips. I opened my mouth to allow her tongue to probe me as the men continued to fuck us. 

In our drugged state, Kathy and I moved our hips to match the men's strokes as we continued to kiss each other. Soon both of us were close to cumming and as the men tensed and began to fill us again with their thick seed, our bodies slipped into orgasm, our vaginas gripping the spurting cocks deep in us. Even after they withdrew we continued to kiss until finally sleep overtook us.

We were awakened several hours later and the first slight cravings of the addiction stabbed at my belly. Quickly we were both injected again and fell into a drug-induced dream world as several Mexicans tied our arms and legs together and gagging us, placed us in a shipping crate. The crate was loaded in a van and taken to the docks where it was to be loaded on a freighter bound for Mexico when an alert customs agent heard our moans and ordered the crate opened. The rest, as they say is history. 

We found that, as feared, we were both pregnant and both of us ended up having abortions. Thankfully we didn't have any STD. Our home life was changed and soon both of our husbands left us. I guess the bastards thought we were used merchandise. Kathy is starting to date again and I hope she finds happiness. Me, I now teach in rural Mississippi. Don't date much, but I wake up sometimes extremely excited and masturbate as I imagine what it would be like to be the star of a gangbang with a group of my students. 

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Dear Reader: I'm going to take a short break, but if there are any stories you want to suggest or characters you want included, please let me know. Thanks for reading AGAINST MY WILL. Hope you enjoyed it.

Lynn 



Against My Will No Longer



This is part two of an audio from more than a year ago, "Against my Will" which you may want to hear before listening to this continuation of that story.

Dedicated to a new friend...

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