11 comments/ 39884 views/ 18 favorites Friday at Sundown By: jacobmerriweather This story happened during winter break of my senior year, but really, it started much earlier than that. Everything began somewhere in my sophomore year. My mother had been seeing Sam for some time. He had two kids, a son and a daughter, and they decided we'd all move in together, to see if we could all get along under the same roof without killing each other. So they moved into our house. It was larger, had enough rooms for everyone to get their own, and at first we got along pretty well, at least decently. Michael, Sam's son, was older. He was 18 and would be graduating that year. Morgan was about a half a year older than me. We were in the same grade, but she went to this small liberal arts school. She was an "artist." She kept to herself, ran with this uptight, condescending crowd that rolled their eyes at me whenever I tried to introduce myself. I didn't mind Morgan. She was nice, sometimes at least a little interesting. And she was cute, small and skinny, a little curvy, with a little belly, but big tits and a nice ass. She had dark brown, curly hair. If she'd have expressed any interest I would have jumped on her in a heartbeat, but she was cold and distant, too aloof. Anytime I even tried to flirt with her, she'd just smile and laugh and cut the conversation short. Michael, on the other hand, was a fucking prick. He was taller than me, lanky, but smart. He was always apt to talking down to me, mocking me whenever he could. We'd get in little spats about what to watch on TV, that sort of thing, but mostly I just considered him a blowhard, full of hot air, and he never brought home any cute girls or went out on dates, so I'd let it slide, knowing I was fucking girls in his grade that he'd probably give his left nut just to kiss. But everything changed one night at dinner. I had just gotten home from hanging out with some friends, and I'll admit, I was stoned off my ass. We'd gotten some good bud and rolled a joint, hung out a little before I skateboarded home. I'd used some eye drops and mints, the scent masked by body odor and some cheap body spray, I figured nobody would know. We were all sitting around eating, and I was just destroying whatever it was my mom made, when I realized everyone else was silently staring at me. I looked up, looking around at them. "Well?" My mom asked, staring at me. "Huh?" I asked. "I asked how how school was." She snapped, impatiently. "Oh, fine, not too bad." I said, stuffing my face. "Soccer practice was alright, skateboarded afterwards." "That must be why you're so hungry." Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure." I said, turning back to my meal. "And tired, you look pretty worn out." My mom interjected. "Yep, pretty much." I said, trying my best to finish my meal so I could leave. "Ah come on, are you guys serious?" Michael chimed in, laughing. I stared up at him, daggers in my eyes, not willing to believe he was actually about to call me out in front of everything. "What are you talking about, Michael?" Sam asked, and Michael gestured at me, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "He's stoned off his ass! Probably gets high every day at the skatepark, how are you two so fucking oblivious?" I'll spare you all the details, but the next few months were a very difficult time for me: I was grounded, I had to deal with more arguments with my mom, threats, chores, they even signed me up to see a therapist, which was just utter and complete bullshit. Eventually, things blew over, and my life got back to normal. But I had to be pretty sneaky, at least until Michael went off to college. Full ride scholarship, Ivy league; fucking prick. I never forgot what he did though, the shit I had to go through for little more reason than a sadistic whim on his part, and I swore, if I ever got the chance, I'd make him pay. ********************************************** Fast forward to my Senior year, winter break. Our parents had been married for a year now, and everything was going as decently as possible. But Michael was back in town from college, always prattling on about his high grades, his adoring professors, which grad schools he was considering, what fortune 500 company he'd be running in ten years. I was going crazy being under the same roof with him. He'd become even more insufferable, so I spent the majority of the time at my friend, Ryan McCain's house. Ryan's mom seemed to always be gone, at her boyfriend's or at work, never home, and she didn't even care what we did, as long as she got a little bit of weed from us every now and then. One day we decided to go to the skatepark, so I headed home to grab my skateboard. It was cold, but it hadn't snowed in a while. My mom and Sam were both still at work, it was early in the day, but Morgan's car was in the driveway, and so was Michael's. I slipped inside, trying to get in and out without having to talk to him, when I heard a strange noise. It was a dull thud, over and over again, something unfamiliar. I crept up the stairs, and down the hallway I could hear noises. Morgan's voice, distinctly, grunting and groaning. Her door was barely cracked, and leaning in, I could see her, naked, straddling Michael, her big tits, floppier than I'd expected, swinging to and fro. I smiled. I didn't just smile, my head raced with euphoria and vengeance. I slipped off into my room. This was in the days before Iphones and cameras on every cell phone, but I had a videocamera. I used it for skateboarding movies usually. I grabbed it and checked the battery, thanking my lucky stars that it was almost full. I grabbed my skateboard and rewinded the tape to the beginning: this was so much better than whatever tricks I had recorded. I crept back into the hallway and up to her door. Morgan was on her hands and knees now, and I had a perfect shot of both of their faces, going at it. He fucked her hard and fast, grunting and riding her from behind. I stayed still, getting a good shot of everything. Him riding her, her riding him, her sucking him off, I waited patiently until he was finally fucking her from behind again, then I pushed open the door. They both looked up like deer caught in headlights, freezing and staring. "That's your fucking sister, Michael!" I screamed, laughing wildly. "You're fucking you're sister." "What the fuck!" He screamed, turning red. "Colin, give me the camera." He stood up and I got a good shot of his naked body and his cock. He was average, if not a little below average, and I was glad knowing my dick was much bigger than his. "GIVE IT TO ME!" He screamed, lunging forward and tripping over the blankets. I laughed, pointing the ccamera down at him. "You're a sick fuck, Michael, you're a sister fucker! You fuck your own sister!" I laughed, racing down the stairs and skateboarding off. I could hear him chasing after me, but as soon as I was out the door, I knew I was good. Michael would have to double back to get clothed, and by then I was gone. I made it to Ryan's house, shook up and quiet. I decided not to go to the skatepark after all. I had too much thinking to do. *************************************************** Dinner that night was strained, to say the least. Morgan was gone, at a friends house or something, but Michael showed up. He was silent, staring at me, then off into space. It was amazing, I could barely enjoy the meal, I was too busy eating up his agony and discomfort. "Michael, everything ok?" Sam asked, smiling at his son. "Huh? What?" Michael piped up. "Oh, yeah, just tired." "I would be too, if I were you." I said, laughing. "What?" My mom asked, oblivious. "Michael had a pretty rough workout today." I said, laughing. His face shot up at me, pleading, eyes wide. "What? I saw you jogging earlier." I said, smiling. Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Michael, I didn't know you'd taken up running. We should go on a run sometime!" He exclaimed, beaming at his son. "Oh, yeah, sure pop." He barely whispered. "You didn't know?" I asked, laughing. "Michael, why would you keep that a secret? What other secrets do you have?" Michael sat there, staring at me, his face blank. "Well, I-" He started, before I interrupted him. "You know it's funny, everyone has these little secrets, and you don't even think about it. But then you find out, and it changes everything." I smiled. "Well, yeah, I guess you're right, Colin," Sam laughed. "This really does change everything, because now I'll be waking Michael up every morning for a run. Ha! That must be why you kept it a secret, huh? So you wouldn't have to get up at the crack of dawn to go jogging with your old man." "Ha, yep, pretty much." Michael laughed uncomfortably, and I couldn't be happier. ******************************************* That night, I was relaxing on my bed, reading up on some winter break homework reading, when I got a knock on my door. It was Michael. "Where's the tape?" He asked, a fire in his eyes. "At a friend's house." I smiled, then turned to my book. He stood there for some time, and I knew the cranks in his head were turning rapidly. "What do you want for it?" He finally asked. I stared up at him, shaking my head and smiling. "What do I want?" I asked, enjoying every second. "Michael, I want you to suffer. You really piss me off: your gloating, your pretentiousness, you've always been a real fucking asshole to me, for no fucking reason. And let's not forget the little tattletale incident at dinner a couple years back." Michael stood there, struggling to find the right words. "I'm sorry, you're right, I've been an asshole." "Yeah, you have been, but you're not sorry. You're worried, as you should be." "Why? Because you're gonna show our parents?" He trembled. "Oh, no, that's not why. I mean, yes, I'm gonna show our parents, but that's not why you should be worried." I said, my smile dropping. "I know you, Michael. I know what grad schools you want to go to, what jobs you plan on applying for. You don't really think I'm so stupid that I can't remember all the dumb shit you never shut up about, do you? "Oh no, every school you apply to, I'm going to send a copy of the tape to the admissions office. Every job you get, they'll get a copy too. I'm going to ruin everything, Michael, until you crack." Michael stood there, his jaw dropped, sheer terror in his eyes. "You wouldn't" He whispered. "I will." I promised. *********************************************************** I told him I'd give him a week, but only so I could watch him squirm. He wasn't at the house much. A couple days later, Morgan finally showed up. I was sleeping in when she came into my room and sat on my bed, waking me. "We need to talk." She said, sternly. "Nothing to talk about," I said, rolling over. "Yes, there is." She demanded, standing up. "I'll make coffee, don't take too long." I had been expecting her, truth be told. I knew he'd send her to do what he couldn't. And there was no way I was going back to sleep after that, so after some tossing and turning, I relented, walking downstairs. Sure enough, she had a cup ready for me, and she was sitting at the kitchen table. "Thanks." I said, sipping it slowly. "Yeah," she replied, rubbing her arm. We sat there, staring at eachother for some time, before she finally broke. "Look, you have to destroy that videotape." She begged. "I don't have to do anything." I corrected her. "Look, Colin, Michael and I, it started a long time ago. We've been, well, you know, since before we moved in with you and Beth. He gets me, and I get him. I know it's fucked up, but it makes sense for us." She looked up at me, her hands wrapped around her warm cup of coffee. ""Please, Colin, I know Michael's been a jerk to you, and I'm sorry, but-" "I'm sorry too." I said, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, but my mind's made up." "But what about me?" She begged, tears streaming down her face, her eyeshadow running. "You're younger, you're a girl, the blame won't go on you." "But it will! It will follow me. Dad'll never look at me the same again. It'll hurt him too, it'll hurt your mom. You can't do this." I shrugged. I did feel pretty bad for her, and she had a point. What would ripple through our happy little family after everything was said and done? "What do I have to do?" She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "There has to be something I can do." I looked up at her, and realized then that there was. ********************************************* "You can't actually be thinking about doing this, can you?" Michael whispered. I could hear everything in the hallway, leaning next to her door. "I have to, Michael, there's no other way."" "There has to be another way," he moaned, his voice exasperated and worn thin. "Do you have an idea?" She asked, her voice turning to anger. "Well, I mean," he started, and there was a pause. "What?" "I don't know. I honestly don't know." There was a long, pregnant pause. "I'm doing it." I left for my bedroom, listening to his footsteps as he approached my door. It slowly opened up, and he stood there. "Oh no, that's ok, come on in," I snapped. "Don't do this, please." He begged "She doesn't deserve it." 'I know she doesn't." "Then why? I've seen the girls you've brought around here. You don't need to blackmail us to get laid." I shook my head, standing up off my bed. "You're right, I don't. But this isn't about me getting my dick wet." Michael stared at me for a long time before he finally asked. "Then what's it about?" I walked up to him, staring into his eyes only inches from his face. "I'm not just going to have sex with her, I'm going to ruin her." ******************************************* The sun was hanging low in the sky when Morgan pulled up to Ryan McCain's house. We'd made an agreement, that from sundown on Friday to sundown on Saturday, her body would belong to me. I could do anything I wanted, no matter how depraved or fucked up, as long as I didn't kill her. I watched her from the window, wearing a jeans and a winter jacket, walking up to the door. She had done up her make up like I'd asked. Her arms were crossed, and she hesitated before knocking on the door. I opened it and she stepped inside. "Are you ready?" I asked, and she shrugged. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." "It's not too late to chicken out you know." I said, staring at her. "You can call this all off right now, and we can go back to the original plan." She shook her head, looking away. "No, that's ok." "And if you want to stop, need to stop, can't take it anymore or whatever, that's fine, just say so, but it means the deals off. Got it?" "Yes." She said. I looked outside, and the sun was finally setting. "Good girl, now take off your clothes." She quietly and quickly stripped for me, kicking her clothes aside and standing naked in the living room. I looked her up and down, inspecting her. I slapped her tits and she jumped a little. Then I turned her around, bent her over on the couch, inspecting her shaved pussy and her ass. I stuck my finger inside of her pussy. It was tight and dry, so I spit on my hand. She was gasping and shaking a little. Then I moved north, to her ass. When I stuck my finger in she jumped. "Nice and tight, huh?" I asked. "Yes." She whispered, but I spanked her ass. "Yes sir." I said. Then I stepped over into the kitchen and grabbed my camera, already set up on the tripod. "But-" She started to protest. "Don't worry, don't worry, this isn't for blackmail. This is just for me." I said, turning it on. "Stand in the middle of the room." I told her, and she acquiesced. "Now tell me your name." "Morgan." "Full name." "Morgan Elizabeth Stull." She corrected herself. "How old are you?' "18." "Turn around." I demanded, and she did as she was told. "Stick your fingers up your ass, two of them." Awkwardly, she acquiesced, fingering her ass. She squirmed and gasped a little. "Now three." I said, and she pushed another one in. "It hurts, I'm too tight." She said. "Good." I told her. "For the next day, your name is cumslut. There is no Morgan Stull, understand?" I asked. "Yes sir," She agreed, still fingering her ass. "Turn around," I said, and she wiggled around. "Get on your knees." I said, and she did. Then I walked up to her, pulling my dick out. Watching her eyes widen was utter pleasure for me. "Oh my god," she said, staring at my cock. "Bigger than you're used to?" I laughed, and she nodded. "Open your mouth," I demanded. As soon as her mouth was open, I stuffed my cock inside, but she immediately started to gag and cough and sputter. "I'm sorry, my gag reflex," she said, choking. "I don't give a fuck about you gagging," I told her, shoving my cock down her throat. She began choking and gagging again, drool running down her chin. "I'm gonna puke," she gasped, and I smiled, walking into the kitchen. "Good," I said, grabbing one of the dog bowls for the Schnauzer Mrs. McCain always kept by her side. I set it down at her knees, the crust of dog food still on the rim. "If you puke or drool or gag, spit it in here." I told her, and she nodded. I went back to throatfucking her, and sure enough, it didn't take long before she was gagging uncontrollably and puking into the dog bowl. It wasn't much, I guess she hadn't been hungry for dinner, but before long it was almost full. She sputtered and choked, her make up running down her face, streams of tears down her eyes. "On your hands and knees, with your face on the ground, and your ass in the air." I told her and she did as she was told. Suddenly, the front door opened slowly. "Colin? You guys here?" Ryan called. "Yeah, in the living room," I called back, and Morgan looked up at me, pleading with her eyes as four guys stepped in, looking down at her. "Guys, I don't know if you've met my Morgan. Morgan, introduce yourself." I told her, and she sat up. "Uh, hi." She said, waving awkwardly. "Tell them your name." I slapped her tits. One of the guys jumped a little. "I'm Mor- cumslut, I'm cumslut," She said, catching herself. "Ha, hey cumslut." Ryan said, laughing a little. I grabbed her hair and shook her face. "You guys are right on time for the show, take a seat. Anyone want to slap her first?" Ryan walked up and slapped her, not even that hard but Morgan winced and squealed. "Anyone else?" Zach grabbed her by the throat and shook her, then slapped her hard. She fell aside, laying on her side. Brett and Jeff walked by shaking their heads, obviously a little unsure of the situation at hand. "Don't worry, everyone's gonna get a turn," I said, smiling. "But I'm going to break her in first." Morgan looked up at me, fear in her eyes, and I smiled. "You didn't really think I just wanted you all to myself, did you?" I asked, slapping her tits. "Well, I-" I slapped her face and she shut up instantly. "I'm a nice guy, cumslut, I like to share. You're in for one hell of a weekend." I said, pushing my dick down her throat while the guys watched, uneasily at first. After making her gag and choke and drool for some time, I pushed her off. She fell collapsed and it wasn't graceful. "Get back on your hands and knees, and knees," I demanded, and she sat up, sticking her ass in the air. I pulled off my belt and ran it across her ass, then pulled back and whipped her, hard. She screamed, panting and gasping, shaking her head. "Colin, I-" "Shut the fuck up, slut," I yelled, whipping her again. She squirmed, and I watched the welt marks raise, her back showing bright red strips. Friday at Sundown "Beg me to whip you again." I demanded, and she shook a little. "Please whip me again," She whispered, so I whipped her. "Again." I demanded. "Please, whip me again," she whimpered. I whipped her again, and she closed her mouth, huffing and puffing through her nostrils. "Well?" I asked, and she nodded. "Please, sir, whip me again." She whispered. I whipped her over and over again, until her back was completely covered in belt marks, welts and red skin. She was crying and shaking. "Dude," Brett sat up. "Colin, this is really fucked up." He said, half smiling, half concerned, shaking his head. "Shut the fuck up, Brett." Zack said. "Seriously, Brett. When you get a girl for a day, you do with her whatever you want. But this little slut belongs to me, so shut the fuck up or leave." Brett smiled and laughed a little. "Nah, nah, I think I'll stay." He said, leaning back. "Just sayin'." I turned to Morgan, rubbing her back. She was sweating and shivering. I grabbed my dick and shoved it inside her pussy, riding her from behind. "Oh! Oh!" She moaned, biting her hand and looking away. "Oh my god!" "Colin, I think she likes it," Zack laughed, and I nodded. "Yeah, she's definitely never had a cock this size," I said, laughing. Then I pushed her face towards the dog bowl. "Dude, what the fuck is in that?" Zack asked, and I smiled. "Let's just say this little cumslut isn't as good at deepthroating as Sarah Teeton was." I laughed, and Zack grimaced a little. "Ah, sick!" He said, as I grabbed Morgan's hair and shoved her face near the bowl. "Please, Colin, I-" "Shut the fuck up, slut," I yelled, forcing her face into the bowl. "Lick it all up." I demanded. I fucked her from behind, listening to her slurping and licking, sucking and gagging. Everyone kinda watched in horror as she humiliated herself, gagging and trying her best to keep it down. Then I pulled my dick out and spit on it, shoving it up her ass. "Oh, God, Colin, it's too big, it's too-" Then her pleading stopped, and she groaned and gasped as I rode her, fucking her tight little ass. I spanked her and choked her, riding her ass while she whimpered and finished sucking up the rest of her own filth. I pulled my cock out and she collapsed, whimpering. "Where do you think she wants me to finish?" I asked. "Mouth? Pussy? Ass?" "Ass!" "Face!" "Pussy!" Everyone was by now worked up, eager to get their turn. "Let's ask the cumslut." I said, picking her up by her hair. "Where do you want me to cum?" "Please, cum inside my pussy," She whispered, and I smiled. "Hoh! We've got a dirty little whore, she wants to feel my cum inside her." Everyone laughed as I bent her over, fucking her pussy hard until I came inside of her. She screamed, moaning and grunting, as I pulled my cock out, zipped up my pants, and collapsed on the couch. Morgan fell over on her side, laying on the floor in a naked mess. She had drool and smeared make up all on her face, her back was whipped raw. "Jesus, Colin," Ryan laughed. "This is fucking awesome." He smiled. "Yeah," I panted, catching my breath. "Now it's you guys' turn." ************************************************ Zach started fucking her from behind first, the rest of the guys sitting on the couch, their dicks out. "Don't just jerk off, you pussies," I said, shaking my head. "Make the little slut suck you off." Ryan stood up and grabbed her face, shoving his cock down her throat. He wasn't as big as me, but she still choked and gagged nevertheless. She sat there, on her hands and knees, being pounded and choking on cocks, for some time. Finally, I got a second wind, and stood up. I grabbed my belt and begin whipping her again, squeezing her nipples and holding her by the hair. She moaned and cried, gagging and screaming, then I got up. "Hold on, you guys, I gotta see something," I said, getting up and grabbing my backpack. I pulled out the large vibrator I kept around for such occasions, and brought it back in the room. "Lets see if we can get this slut to cum." I said, smiling. "Seriously? I'm a little busy here," Zack said, fucking her pussy. I shook my head. "Yeah, 'seriously', she belongs to me. Just get on the couch and we'll let her ride you. Don't be such a twat." I laughed, and Zack pulled out, sitting down on the couch, stroking his cock. I picked Morgan up and plopped her down on Zack's cock, facing away from him. She squirmed as he stuck it inside of her again, then I pointed at Ryan and Jeff. "Get on either side of her, and hold her legs spread. Zack, grab her arms and pin them behind her back." They all took their places and within seconds I was staring at Morgan, spread eagle, her hair rumpled and messy, hiding her face, her floppy tits swinging as Zack forced her to ride him. I put the vibrator up to her clit and turned it on. Seeing her reaction was priceless. She swallowed, gulping, then gasping for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head as she started to scream and moan. "Ohhhhh!" she groaned, her body trembling, as she convulsed and shook. Her legs spasmed uncontrollably. "Hold her still!" I yelled, and Ryan grabbed her leg and pinned it back even harder. I grabbed her throat, looking her dead in the eyes. "You're orgasming, aren't you?" I asked, smiling. "Ye-yes! Yes! Oh my god, please, yes!" She squealed, and I slapped her face over and over again, watching her cum uncontrollably. Finally she stopped, and I pulled the vibrator off. "You liked that, didn't you?" I asked, slapping her tits. "Mmm, yes sir," she whispered. "Good. Zack, stick your dick up her ass. This little whore needs to get DPed." She shook her head as Zack picked her up. In her eyes I could see fear, pain, ecstasy, everything. I grabbed Jeff and forced her in front of her. "Fuck her pussy," I demanded, and he shoved his cock inside her, riding her slowly. "Don't be such a fucking pussy, Jeff. Fuck her good! Slap her!" Jeff picked up momentum, slapping Morgan and choking her while he sat there, being double fucked, fearfully staring down at the two cocks inside of her. "Oh my, oh my god, I'm gonna-" "You want to cum again?" I asked, shoving my fingers down her throat. "Yef! Pwease!" she sputtered, gagging on my fingers. "Then cum, be a good little slut." I said, and she started shaking and convulsing again, riddled with tremors, screaming. I walked over to her clothes and picked up her panties, grabbed some duct tape off the mantle and stuffed them inside her mouth, duct taping it shut. Jeff and Zack fucked her like that for some time, before Zack finally came inside her, shaking and pulling out. Brett stood up and took his turn. It was impossible to count how many times she came, she just kept orgasming, over and over, squealing and crying, staring up at us, pleading with her eyes. What she was pleading for, I wasn't sure. **************************************** When we were done, I duct taped her to a chair, backwards so her arms and legs were bound to the back of the chair, her face resting on it, and her ass sticking out. We left her there and went upstairs to smoke a bowl. We sat around in a circle, exhausted, still catching our breaths, taking hits and passing it around. "Jesus Christ, Colin, what kinda dirt do you have on that slut to get her to let you do this shit to her." Zack asked, hitting the pipe and handing it to me. "Ha! Can't tell you, part of the deal." "Fuck. Whatever, this is great. How long do you have her till?" "Tomorrow night at sundown, until then, we can do whatever we want to her. Ryan, you still wanna invite over some guys for drinks?" Ryan smiled and nodded. We made it a point to not invite any girls that night, told our friends to leave them at home, didn't say why. Soon enough there was a steady stream of guys from our high school walking in, looking at the tied up slut in the living room, and coming up to us, asking what the hell was going on. "I've got her for the next day, we made an agreement, so have at her, do whatever you want." Most guys just wanted a blowjob. A lot of them wore condoms, were a little too scared of just having a little fuck hole tied up at a party, but just about everyone managed to get their dick wet a little. And anytime anyone asked if she was alright, or if she was ok with them shoving their cock down her throat, she'd look at me, then look up at them. "Yes, please," She'd moan. It went on like that all night, and I made sure to record everything. When everyone had gotten what they wanted, I called out at the crowd. "Who can think of anything fucked up to do to her? Anyone?" Everyone stood silently. "Ah come on, we've got a fuck toy for the night, we can't just waste it on blowjobs." I demanded, and Terry Spencer stepped forward. "Well, I really gotta take a piss." He said, shrugging, and everyone laughed and hit him. "Ah! Gross!" Someone screamed, but I was delighted. "Nah, that's awesome!" I said, cutting the ties and forcing her to stand up. She could barely stand. I taped her hands behind her back and picked her up, carrying her outside. "Somebody grab the camera," I called back, stepping out the back door. Ryan had a little patio, so I put her on her knees and pulled out the gag. "Open your mouth," I said, and her jaw dropped. Half the party had followed us. "From here on out, anyone that needs to take a piss, here's the toilet." I said, pulling out my cock and standing there until a stream finally came out. Morgan winced, closing her mouth and gagging, sputtering and crying, but I slapped her. "Open that fucking mouth," I said, and she opened it back up. I finished and zipped up my pants, then left her there. We all hung out on the patio, smoking and drinking and watching, recording as everyone took turns covering her in piss. Soon enough, she was soaked, sobbing quietly and sitting there, waiting for the next guy to feel like unloading. I was sucking on my cigarette when I looked down at the ember, and something dawned on me. "You guys wanna see something really fucked up?" I said, waving the cigarette around. "Oh, fuck, Colin, no," Someone said, but I shook my head. "Nah, she said anything, and this is anything," I laughed, walking up to her. I bent down, bringing the cigarette close to her right tit. "Colin," She whimpered. "Please, no, don't." She begged. "Do you want to go home? Want me to call it all off? You can leave anytime you want." She bit her lip and struggled a little, then shook her head, closing her eyes. I took the cigarette and put it out on her stomach, right above her belly button. She squirmed and bit down on her teeth, shaking and crying, and some of the guys stared at us, their mouths gaping. "Anyone else wanna try?" I asked, and Zack stepped forward. "Only live once, right?" He asked, putting his cigarette out on her left tit. Nobody else could do it, nobody else was that fucked up, so we went back to drinking and smoking. Finally Bill Fenton showed up. He was this older guy that would come and party every now and then. He was an aspiring tattoo artist, he always brought an old tattoo gun in case anyone got enough courage to let him do some work. I was excited for the next part of my plan, so we hosed her off with a cold garden hose and brought her inside. I sat her down on the chair and spread her legs, taping them to the chair, binding her down completely, gagging her with her panties again, and blindfolding her. "Bill, did you bring it?" I asked, and he nodded his head. "Yeah, but you sure this is cool?" He asked, hesitantly. I pulled out Morgan and gag, slapping her on the face. "Morgan, I get to do whatever I want to you, right?" "Yes sir." "You give your permission then? Whatever Bill is gonna do to you?" I asked, and she nodded. "Uh, yes, whatever it is, yes." I turned to Bill and he just shrugged. "Well, OK," He said, emptying his bag. He pulled out the tattoo gun, unsealing a new needle and pulling out some ink. "What do you want it to say?" He asked, turning it on. "I want it to say 'cumslut whore" right over her pussy" I said, laughing. Bill shook his head. "Alright, man, you got the money?" He asked, and I handed him a wad of cash. I pulled Morgan's blindfold off, and let her see for herself the tattoo gun in Bill's hand as he wiped her off with some toilettes. "You can go anytime you want," I whispered in her ear, and she stared up at me, pleading with her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Nod your head if you want to stay, shake your head if you want to go." I said and she nodded. I put the blindfold back on and Bill went to work while she squirmed and shook, her left foot tapping manically. It wasn't long before he was finished. I took off her blindfold and gag and let her look at it. "You like your new ink?" I asked, and she nodded, looking up at me. "Yes sir." She said, and I cut her free. Then I turned her around and bound her again like earlier, with her ass sticking out and her arms and legs bound to the back of the chair. "This one, I want right above her ass, and it needs to say "fuck me here" with an arrow pointing to her asshole." Bill shook his head, and shrugged. "You kids are getting more and more fucked up," He said, sighing, then got to work again. When he was done, it was getting late. I offered Morgan up to him, as a tip or whatever, but he politely declined and left after a few more beers. By that time, everyone had either gone home or passed out. I made her suck me off, then leaned the chair forward and fucked her in the ass until I was tired. I pulled out and made her suck me off, covering her face with cum and leaving it there. I took the vibrator out and put it on Morgan's pussy, turned it on and strapped it down to the chair with duct tape. I watched as she squirmed and moaned, quickly reaching climax again. Then I stuffed her panties back in her mouth, duct taped it shut, and blindfolded her again. "Well, I'm beat. I'm gonna go to bed." I said, patting her hair. She shook her head, moaning and panting. "I'll see you in the morning." I said, walking upstairs to the guest room. ****************************************** The next morning, I came downstairs to find Morgan in the middle of another orgasm. I let her finish, then turned off the vibrator. I pulled out the gag took off her blindfold and she started coughing and shaking. Her back and ass were covered in bruises from the belt, and her face was coated in crusty dried cum, a black eye on the left side of her face. If you've never given a girl a black eye just from slapping her, well, be forewarned, it's easier than you'd think. "Oh god! Oh god! It hurts, my pussy." She panted. "Colin, please untie me, everything hurts." I cut the binds off and put her on the couch. She sprawled out, gasping for breath. "How was it?" I asked, resting her head in my lap. "Amazing." She moaned. "Insane, terrible, painful, but amazing. I thought it would never end." "Did you want it to end?" There is a long pause, then she looked up at me. "I needed it to. My body needed it." I pet her hair and she gripped my leg, nuzzling her face into my crotch. "Colin?" She asked sweetly. "Yes." "Can you, can we, um, can we please not use the vibrator anymore? My clit is extremely sore, I don't want to do any lasting damage." She begged, and I smiled. "Yes, that's fine, I won't use the vibrator anymore." I promised, grabbing her tit and slapping it. She jumped up a little, looking up at me and smiling. "Would you like some breakfast? Something quick, then it's back to work for you." She stared up at me, stretching and yawning. "Yes." She moaned. "Yes sir, please." ******************************************* When Ryan came down the stairs, I had Morgan's hands tied above her head to one of the stair bannisters, her legs tied together, completely naked, squirming and panting, her large tits swinging back and forth Back then, we had an airsoft gun that shot these little plastic BB's. It was spring loaded, and didn't do any real damage, but fuck it hurt to get hit with one of those beads. The camera recorded as Zack and I Took turns shooting Morgan as she squirmed and squealed. "I'm a disgusting little cumslut," She whined. And I shot her. "I'm a dirty little whore." She squeaked. I shot her again and again and again, and she squeaked and jumped at ever shot. Little red shaped welts covered her her body. "I love getting fucked in the ass! I love getting fucked like a dumb little cumslut!" She moaned, panting and sweating. "Jesus," Ryan said, walking into the kitchen and getting a bowl of cereal. "Colin, you're pretty fucked up." He called, nonchalantly. "Yeah, whatever," I shrugged, shooting her again and again, then I tossed the gun to Zach. "It's empty, your turn." Zach began loading the gun cartridge as I turned to Ryan. "We don't have much longer, maybe four or five hours till sundown. What else you wanna do to her?" I asked, and he shrugged, eating his cereal. "I dunno, kinda worn out. I could go for another blowjob." He said. "You wanna suck Ryan's dick?" I asked Morgan, and she nodded. "Yes, yes, please, let me suck Ryan's cock." She begged. Zack shot her right in the nipple, and she winced. "Beg him to let you suck his cock." He said, and she turned to Ryan. "Please, Ryan, please let me suck your cock. Please, sir." Ryan smiled, turning to me. "Tell him what a dumb, dirty little whore you are." I said, and Zach shot her again, this time above the pussy, right in her new tattoo. "Please, please, I'm a dirty little whore, I need your cum on my face, please let me suck your cock." Ryan shrugged, setting the cereal down, and I walked up to Morgan and untied her. She fell down as soon as her hands were free, crawling up to Ryan and opening her mouth. Ryan shoved his dick down her throat as she gagged and sputtered and I turned to Zack, who shot her in the ass, then smiled at me. "What do you think we should do to her?" I asked him. "I dunno. Something fucked up." "The tattoo is honestly the most fucked up thing I could think of." We both laughed, as Zack shot her in the ass again. She winced, gagging and squealing "Yeah, it's pretty fucking brilliant." Zack agreed. "How about we make her chug a gallon of milk? Remember how much Jeff puked when he did that?" I shrugged, laughing a little. "Yeah, sounds good to me." I said. When Ryan was finished, I grabbed a gallon of milk out of the fridge and put it in front of Morgan. "Here, drink this as quick as you can. Every ten seconds you that goes by, we're gonna shoot you, got it?" Morgan shrugged. "Yes sir." She said, and started drinking. We sat there shooting her, over and over again. She made it through the first half fairly quickly, and thats when she started to slow down. "I don't feel so good," She said, wiping the milk from her chin, then turned to me, and I picked up the gun. "Finish it," I said, shooting her, and she drank some more, then gulped and gagged. At first it was just spit, then it was she started to wretch. "Oh god, oh, I can't, I'm-" At first it was a little, then it all started coming up. She gagged and puked up, nothing but white milk, on the floor, all over herself. Ryan shook his head. "Just make sure this shit is cleaned up," he moaned and walked off. Zack laughed and I just kept shooting her. "What a disgusting slut." Zack said. When she finally seemed like she was done, she collapsed on the floor, in the puddle of milk and spit. Friday at Sundown "I bet there's still plenty in there.." Zack said, and I watched him stand up and unzip his pants, walking over to her, shoving his head down her throat. He was right. As he throatfucked her and made her gag, more and more milk kept sputtering up out of her mouth. She was crying and gagging, covering herself in white filth while Zack skull fucked her. It was degrading and humiliating, and when he was done, he came on her face, smiling at her. "Ah man, fuck." He said, collapsing on the couch. She laid down, curling up into the fetal position, when I stood up and picked her up by her hands, setting her on her hands and knees. "There's a mop and some paper towels in the kitchen, clean up this mess." I said, "then go clean yourself up, take a shower for god's sake." She did as she was told, and after she limped off to the bathroom, I turned the camera off and pocketed the tape. About a half an hour later she came back into the living room, a towel wrapped around her hair. It was about 3 in the afternoon, and I knew my time was running up, so I took her by the hand and led her to the guest bedroom. I set her down on the bed and pulled out my cock and she immediately dropped to her knees, sucking and gagging on my dick. I pulled her off and looked her in the eyes. "Lay down on the bed," I said, and she acquiesced. Laying back on the bed, bruised and burnt, covered in welts, adorned with her new tattoos, she looked more beautiful than I'd ever seen her. I climbed on top of her, fucking her as she winced and gasped. "Still sore?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yes sir. Would you mind fucking my ass?" She whimpered, and I smiled, then turned her over. "Oh, hmph, fuck," She grunted, reaching behind and spreading her cheeks. She shuddered and started shaking. "Are you really about to cum again?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yes sir, oh god, yes," She said, pushing into me, and I couldn't help myself, I came inside her as she climaxed. I fell off of her, gasping and catching my breath We layed there on the bed, her head on my chest, stroking each other's skin silently until the sun went down. Slowly, she stood up, wincing and limping. "You need me to drive you home," I asked, following her through the house to the living room, watching her dress herself. "No, no, I'll be ok." She promised. Once she was finished, she kissed me on the cheek, awkwardly looking away afterwards. Then she limped out the door and into her car. ************************************************* I handed Michael the tape, and he shook his head. "I know you have another copy." He said, and I nodded. "Ha, I guess you are pretty smart." I laughed and he glared at me. "Relax, I just want it for my own amusement. I swear I won't ever show it to anyone else, or use it for blackmail, you have my word. But I am gonna keep it. Sorry." He shrugged, sighing and walking towards my door. "I guess that's alright." He said. "Glad you think so." I laughed. "Hey, Michael, wait, one last thing." He turned to me, staring me in the eyes, a worried look on his face. I reached into my drawer and pulled out the tape I'd made over the weekend. "I recorded everything I did to her." I said, handing it to him. Reluctantly, he took it in his hands. "I shouldn't watch it, should I?" He asked, trepidation in his voice. "No, you really shouldn't." I laughed, staring him down. "But we both know you will." *************************************************** I was laying in bed about a week. School was starting in a couple days, and I had a bunch of reading to catch up on. It was finally snowing outside, and I hadn't left the house all day. I had no reason to. Michael had made a quiet exit earlier, maybe a day or two after I'd given him both tapes. I was out at the time, but when I got home, he was gone. There was a quiet knock on my door, and when I looked up, Morgan's head was peeking in through the door. "Uh, hi, can I come in." She asked, meekly. I was a little taken aback. I hadn't seen or heard from her since she left Ryan's. The only news was from my mother, who told me to be careful about the ice on the sidewalks, as Morgan had taken a nasty spill and come home with a black eye and sore all over. "Yeah, sure, sit down." I said, making room for her on my bed. She plopped down, looking at me. "Me and Michael, we uh, well, we're not going to be fucking anymore." She said, looking away. I couldn't even feign surprise. I looked at her and shrugged. "Sorry." I said. "Was it the tattoos?" I asked and she laughed a little. "Well, sorta, but really, it was a lot of things." She shrugged. "He watched the video, and kinda couldn't look at me the same anymore. We tried fucking, but, well, it sucked. I didn't like it, it wasn't as exciting anymore, it wasn't as good." I smiled, and she looked away, her arms crossed. "Do you really think I'm a disgusting whore?" She asked, looking away. I could see a tear streaming down her face, and I suddenly felt a wave of pity washing over me I smiled and scooted close to her, rubbing her back. "Nah, you're not. It was all just for fun, anyways. Honestly, you were amazing." I said, laughing. "I didn't think you'd make it, I thought you'd break after the first hour." She giggled a little, leaning against me. "I gotta admit, it was kinda fun." She squeaked, smiling at me. I shook my head in disbelief. "Seriously?" I asked, incredulously. "Well, I mean, not all of it. A lot was disgusting, terrible. But not having any control, being fucked, forced to orgasm? And, like, when you hosed me off, I'd never felt cleaner, or when you tied me up and left me, I never felt more helpless, or turned on" She said, smiling up at me. I laughed, not able to believe what I was hearing. "Sorry about the tattoos." I said, smiling at her. "It was kinda my trump card, I was sure you wouldn't go through with it." "Nah, it's ok, I kinda like them." She giggled, wiping away a tear. "Definitely a funny surprise for any guy I take home." I laughed, and she put her hand on my leg. "Uh, I know this is a little weird," She said, rubbing up my thigh. "But, well, can I sleep with you?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Yeah, sure." I laughed, and we both undressed, getting under my covers and turning off the lamp. She snuggled close to me, her crotch rubbing against my leg. "Um, one other thing I have to ask." Her voice whispered through the darkness I leaned towards her, running my fingers through her hair. "Yes?" I asked. "Um, well, do you have that vibrator on you?"