2 comments/ 43992 views/ 2 favorites No Choice By: CumPartyHostess This is a brief exploration of the most sensual sex organ...one's mind. * I walk into your house. You give me a long stare and say, "strip." I do ask you ask, feeling somewhat self-conscious. You point to the wooden horse and tell me to bend over it, spreading my ass for your appraisal. I stay there, unsure of what will happen next. I am acutely aware of the silence of the house, with the exception of your pacing. My pussy however betrays me, sopping wet with anticipation. I hear the door open and you greet another. A man. I move to look and see the new guest. You immediately remand me. "Do not turn around. Keep looking straight forward." Of course, I do as directed. I wonder what it is you have in store for me. I am embarrassed that I am naked, my ass exposed, for someone other than yourself to see. Humiliation sets in. How did I end up here, I ask myself? But the throbbing in my pussy reminds me. I hear the footsteps coming closer, you giving permission to your friend to get to know me with his hands. Suddenly I feel fingers at my pussy. I immediately tense, since I know they do not belong to you. The fingers probe my dripping pussy, accompanied by approving grunts. Not knowing who is touching me so intimately is driving me crazy. The restraint I must exercise not to turn around is astounding. I feel hands pushing my legs apart more and a head working its way between my legs. A warm tongue begins licking my slit. "Juicy" I hear him say. I wonder where you are and what you are thinking as you watch this. My pussy is throbbing with the attention it is receiving. He pulls back and I feel your hands probing me. "She's ready," you say. He sticks his fingers into me and agrees. The fingers withdraw and I can see that the guest has lain down on the floor. I see bare legs, but that is all. You direct me to drop to my knees, straddling the set of legs and close my eyes. I become very nervous now, unsure of what is happening next. You tell me to scoot slightly backwards. I feel the tip of his cock at my opening. This is insane! You want me to fuck a cock, a person that I have never even seen? I hesitate, unsure of what to do. I want this, the ultimate in sexual pleasure, fucking for the hell of it, but torn by a shred of remaining decency and safety concerns. You are strangely silent, confident I will know what to do. I am overcome by desire and slowly I lower myself onto the anonymous cock. A low groan escapes its owner. My pussy spasms in desire. Slowly I begin to ride it, enjoying the thrusts in and out of my aching, sloppy pussy. The unknown hips rise to match my thrusts and soon we are wildly fucking. Just as soon as it started, with one final aching thrust and a loud groan, my pussy is filled with gobs of hot, sticky cum. I rise back to my knees and bend forward, my eyes still closed. The legs disappear from under me and I feel your eager mouth and tongue lapping up the remains of the encounter. As I begin to cum again, I hear the door close.....I breathe a sigh of relief knowing the faceless, nameless person has gone. My eyes close and I enjoy you eating my well used pussy. As I lay in the throes of contentment and another building rapture, I failed to realize there was another person in the house with us. You turned me over and raised my ass, and I anticipated your cock sliding into my well used pussy. But I knew instantly the cock inside me was not yours. My eyes flew open and as I went to turn around to see what was happening, you grabbed my face with your hands and said, "enjoy." You shoved your cock into my protesting mouth and began to fuck my face, rocking in time with the new, yes new cock, as it pounded my pussy. My already aching pussy was sloppy wet with the knowledge that you were seeing another man fuck me. "Do it, it's ok," I heard you say. I started to wonder what you meant, when I felt the unknown cock slide out of my cunt and start to force its way into my tight ass. I tried to protest, for I knew that it was too big, but you held my face onto your cock and kept feeding it down my throat. My ass felt as though it was being ripped apart. I was torn by the pain of the actual event and the incredulous thoughts that you would actually share my ass with another man. You had made me promise that I would never give my ass to another man. The ass and face ravaging went on for an eternity when he blew his load into me filling my ass full. He then pulled out, zipped up and left as you continued to fuck my throat and face deep. "Oh baby that was the best fuck ever," you shouted as you blew your load deep into my mouth and throat. No Choice She gradually became aware of her surroundings, first smelling wood smoke, and then hearing the sounds of someone moving around close to her. She tried to move and see what her surroundings were but she couldn't move her arms, which were tied behind her back, and tied again at the elbows. The method pulled her arms back uncomfortably and thrust her tits forward. A little exploration revealed that her legs were tied as well. She couldn't raise her head or upper body from the ground, and her legs were tied in such away as to push her ass up into the air. She was quite helpless, and very worried. She lay still trying to remember what had happened to her. Slowly she recalled taking a pretty bad fall while scrambling down a wooded trail she had been hiking. Tumbling head over heels down the hill was her last memory until now. She felt a cool breeze on her legs and belly, which told her she was stripped to her panties and her cutoff T shirt. So thin were her panties that she could actually feel the breeze on her pussy. Her nipples felt stiff and swollen from the coolness. Gradually she opened one eye, wincing against the pain of the light. She had really whacked her head in that fall, but she didn't seem hurt badly. She found herself in some sort of bower, a bunch of tree limbs lashed into a crude shelter. She could see a clearing and woods on the other side of it. As she tried to turn her head, a soft moan escaped her. Immediately, a man or at least the legs of a man, came into view. "Well, look who's awake," a voice said close by. She scarcely heard it, because at the same time, a hand ran up the back of her thigh and pinched her pussy lips through her panties. The hand lingered, massaging her mound and her lips through the transparent panties she wore. "Well, well," said a different voice. "Let the fun begin." And another hand reached inside her panties and a finger stabbed at her asshole, twirling at the entrance and pushing just a bit as if to test the resistance. Foreplay didn't seem to be a strong point for these guys, whoever they were. Still, despite her fear, she felt a little jab of excitement. She felt a cool metallic sensation at the small of her back, then felt a rough hand gather her panties and a knife sliced through them. They fell away, and her ass and pussy were instantly exposed. Almost as quickly, she felt their hands on her. One of them slid a blunt finger into her pussy and twirled it around. She quickly moistened under his touch, a fact that didn't escape him. "Damn Paul, this gal is getting hot. Her pussy is wet. I think I'm gonna go ahead and fuck her. " "Go on , Jake. I'll just check her out and see what kind of blow job she gives." She watched the man called Paul come into view as the one named Jake moved her into a doggie position, which wasn't easy to maintain with her knees tied together. But he got her up so her ass was in the air. Her head was down since she couldn't support herself, and her tits were pressed into the rough pine limbs that made up the floor of the shelter. She was obviously in a hunting camp, and these men must have found her after her fall. She felt two thick blunt fingers pry her pussy open and slip roughly inside. She was getting wetter, despite her fears, and it made her ashamed. But she couldn't help it. The thought of being used by these two strangers was wildly exciting. Being tied and helpless had her pussy throbbing and her imagination running wild. As the man behind her continued to finger fuck her pussy, driving his fingers in and out like a piston, and twirling them inside her, touching every inch of her inner walls, the man in front began unbuttoning his camo pants, and dragging his cock out. She couldn't believe the size of it. Even half soft, it was a good seven inches long, and the head was huge, with a thick rim and large veins running along the underside. The cum tube looked like a piece of cord, twisting its way to a big slit in the head.. She didn't know if she could even get it in her mouth. He fisted it and shook it in her face. Then he slapped it across her cheeks a couple times and she watched amazed as it grew another two inches and got even fatter. He stepped closer and grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her head and tits off the pine limbs and bringing his cock to her mouth. He pressed it against her lips and forced his thick, dirty thumb into her mouth, prying her jaws open to accept his big dick. His big cock slid halfway into her mouth, and she gagged. She could feel the thick column of his cock as it filled her throat, stiffening inside her mouth, and swelling to fill it completely. Without the use of her hands to support her, she was literally hanging from the cock in her mouth. The realization made her hotter than she could ever remember being. He helped her a bit by reaching under her and pawing at her tits, taking a little of the strain off her throat and neck. Pulling hard at the nipples with his rough hands, he pinched and yanked at them and her pussy caught fire. Her juices began flowing just as Jake placed the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy. Seizing her hips he drove into her with one long stroke, driving her mouth even farther onto the huge cock before her, and making her moan around it. Jake began fucking her steadily with long deep strokes. His cock didn't feel quite as big as Paul's but it was more than adequate. Paul, aroused by the sight of this helpless woman being slammed back and forth between him and his brother, began to feed even more cock into her clutching throat. He could feel her gagging and trying to swallow more of his meat, but he didn't know many women who could take the full ten inches when he got really hard. But her efforts were making him wild and he fucked even harder into her, reaching down and cupping her throat in his hand. He could feel it swell with his cock as he stroked in and out. He continued to maul her tits, while with his left hand he grabbed her hair and held her head still while he literally fucked her face. Behind her, Jake continued to push his pole, now greasy with her juices, in and out of her pussy. Every now and then he would swat her ass with his big work hardened hand, raising a welt on her cheek and the temperature in her pussy at the same time. She had begun to move her hips back and forth, seeking even more cock. His steady pounding, the feel of his big balls slapping against her pussy lips, had her juices flowing down her thighs, and the rumblings of an orgasm beginning deep in her belly. She wanted his cock, she wanted to feel his hot load spill into her pussy. She had to have his come in her soon. She wanted the other one's hot load to shoot across her tits and face, and she pulled back off of his monster dick long enough to tell him. "I can do that, for you darlin', " he chuckled, made even hornier by the fact that this slut, this stranger, was begging him for his cock. Then he held her head in his hands and began driving that impossibly fat cock even deeper into her face, rocking his hips and flexing his ass cheeks to get even more penetration. "Oooh, yeah, baby. Suck that cock. That's so good, your tongue around my dick." Her cheeks bulged and flexed around his bulk, and saliva ran from her mouth and down her neck as she literally drooled over his cock. Jake meanwhile had his thick long thumb inside her asshole, just twisting and reaming her tight sphincter. He could feel his cock through her ass and it made him even hornier. At the same time, she could feel his thumb and cock touching with only her flesh between them, and she gushed cream from her pussy, making Jake's cock even slicker as he slammed it into her. He moved up closer behind her and got off his knees, squatting behind her with his legs outside her hips. He was hunched up over her like a dog over a bitch, and he was getting every one of his eight inches deep into her pussy. She was moaning and sobbing by now, practically overcome by the sensations of the two big cocks working on her. Her asshole opened and closed around his thumb, clutching at it as if it were a cock. She came suddenly, stiffening and clamping down on Jake's cock with her pussy. She shuddered and would have screamed if not for Paul's meat stuffed in her mouth. She attacked his cock fiercely, bobbing her head up and down, trying her best to suck his load from his balls. Jake suddenly pulled his pole from her pussy and she almost cried from the sense of loss. "Hold on there, brother. Don't shoot that load. I've got a better idea," said Jake. "What's that, Jake? I'm pretty close to giving this gal a cum bath." She suddenly felt that cold metal against the inside of her thighs and all her fears came rushing back, fears she had forgotten in the midst of all the fucking. But then she felt a tug downward, and the ropes holding her thighs and knees together fell away. The return of the blood flow to her legs was painful, a pain she welcomed. Once her legs had recovered some strength, Jake laid down on the floor of the shelter. "Straddle me and get that cock back in you," he ordered. "When she hesitated, he slapped her casually, hi8s big hand rocking her head and putting stars before her eyes. Even as she shook her head to clear it, she felt another wave of juices fill her cunt. "Get on it now." She quickly threw her leg across his hips and reached down for his cock. It was the first time she realized just how big it was. Lining it up with her opening, she slid her tight pussy slowly down on the big cock. Jake reached up and grabbed her nipples, one in each hand. He pinched as hard as he could and felt her cunt clutch at him in response. "Oh, you like a little pain, baby? Good, cause when Paul sticks that big dick up your ass while I fuck you, you're gonna feel it, I promise." "Oh no! No! I can't take both of you like that. Please!" She tried to struggle, but with her arms still behind her, she couldn't even move. The big cock in her belly twitched and her heart stopped when she heard Paul say, "Damn Jake. I can't remember the last time I stuck this big stick up a gal's ass. Much less with you already in her, this is gonna be a blast." Jake began stroking his cock up into her belly, and despite herself, she began to get excited again. She could feel her juices flowing and hoped Paul would use some of them to lube her with. Her wish was soon answered, as Jake pulled his cock from her and Paul slid his big dick into her pussy for a few strokes. She was thrilled by the size of it in her pussy but wasn't at all sure about taking that big club in her ass. Jake quickly reclaimed his place in her pussy while Paul took his big cock in his hand and aimed it at her tight little puckered asshole. Jake had her pussy stretched pretty well already, making her asshole seem even tighter. But he placed the fat head of his dick against her, and with his fist around his cock, he began to push it slowly into her. The tight little ring flattened out and stretched across the blunt head of his cock. He pushed a bit harder, and gained some entrance. She was breathing hard, and Jake quit fucking her to give her a chance to adjust to the dual invasion. Paul took her arms, already bent behind her and tied, and used them for leverage, holding her still as the thick shaft of his cock slowly pushed inside her ass. She was in tears, looking into Jake's eyes in awe at the feelings her body was sending to her brain. "Ooh god! Ooh fuck. He's tearing me in two. I can't take all that. Please stop. Please, I'll fuck you one at a time as much as you want, but not at the same time." Jake just grinned and Paul never lessened the pressure as he drove the last few inches of cock into her tight passage. Finally in, they all rested for a few moments. Then Jake began to slowly fuck his cock up into her belly, feeling his brother's massive tool just on the other side of the floor of her cunt. He found the feeling of his brother's cock exciting too, but the woman was the one really feeling it. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and he would have thought she was in real pain except that her pussy was churning out juices like mad, greasing his cock and running down his thighs. She was feeling it, deep in her ass and in her belly. The feeling of those two big dicks rubbing against each other with only her tortured membrane between them was the most insane feeling she had ever had. She was so high on sensation that she couldn't tell where the pain began and the pleasure ended. She began to throw herself at both cocks, flailing like a rag doll, being tossed back and forth between the two men. Their hands touched as they both mauled her tits, Jake from below and Paul from behind. Paul drove his big cock relentlessly into her ass, mesmerized by the sight of that tight ring stretched around his cock. Jake fucked up into her as hard as he could, thrilling to the feel of that tightness and that big dick in her ass. He could literally feel the veins in his brother's cock, so completely had they filled this woman. Finally, Paul couldn't stand the clenching grip of her ass any longer and roaring like a lion, he began to come in long streams. She could feel the hot load splashing into her ass then being churned into froth by his still driving cock. It set her off and her orgasm in turn put too much pressure on Jake's cock. His balls slammed up against his cock and he began to spray his load into her cunt. All three stiffened and screamed in pleasure, as two hot loads raced into her ass and belly, and her juices literally splashed across their thighs and bellies. So intense was her pleasure that she fainted, while the two men pulled their cocks from her with a wet squelching sound of come and sex. She gradually became aware of her surroundings. There was a faint smell of wood smoke, and the silence of the woods at night. She thought she had dreamed her dream of pleasure until she sat up and realized how sore her ass and pussy were. No Choice Wednesday. Lunch. "Dude." I don't look up from my book. "What, Andy?" "Dude, I gotta talk to you." Andy is nervous, glancing side to side, apparently not eager to be overheard. "It's important." "More important than Proust?" I wave my copy of "The Prisoner" at him. "More important than being well-read? More important than walking into AP Lit on Monday and grinding everyone else into the dirt?" Andy stares at me. His eyes - nice eyes, I notice every time I look at him, despite their mundane brownish hue - are plaintive. I sigh, close the book, and push myself to my feet. "Lead the way." He walks off through the halls towards the music wing and ducks into the instrument closet. I follow, treading carefully around the cases and stands that litter the floor, and close the door behind me. "Okay," he says, pacing back and forth. "Okay. There's this girl." "There's always 'this girl'," I murmur, rolling my eyes. "Come on, man. It's a crush. There are plenty of-" He spins to face me, a furious expression on his face. "It's not a crush. It's more than that. It's... it's... I can't stop thinking about her. I can't. I fantasize all the time, no matter what I'm doing. Even when I'm with Julie." I think for a moment. "An obsession, then. Okay. There are a couple ways to solve this, but... what did you want from me?" "You know how to handle these things better than I do! You got me with Julie in the first place! You... I want... I want to..." "Spit it out, Andy. What do you want?" He closes his eyes and looks ashamed. "I want to fuck her. That's all. I look at her, and I just want to be inside her and taste her sweat and hear her moan-" "Fine, fine, I get the picture." An interesting situation. He must have given this a lot of thought before coming to me. "What about Julie?" "She doesn't have to know. I care about her a lot, and I don't want to hurt her. It's just this once." Andy looks at me imploringly. "I just need you to set us up. Just once. And convince her not to talk about it. Please." "All well and good, Andy, but two questions. First: what do I get out of it?" He shakes his head. "Anything. I'd do anything. I can't sleep. I can't focus on anything else. If you can do this for me... anything." "Anything." Andy, my friend, you will regret saying that before the week is out. You know my tastes, and I've had my eye on your ass ever since we met. "Okay. That works. And the other question: who is she? I know a lot of guys have had their dicks in hand for that new girl, Fiona, and then there's Bree, but you'd hardly need my help for that one..." "No, man. That's the other thing." He takes a deep breath and lets it out again. "It's... Promise you won't flip out and try to kill me or something?" "Andy, at the moment I'm expecting you to say you want to bang my mom. I promise not to flip out." He seems taken aback by my words. Interesting. "...is it my mom? Is she the one-" "No. No, dude, it's not your mom. It's... it's your sister." "Hmm." I think about my sister for a moment. Bratty, when she wants to annoy me, which is always. Medium-height, medium-build, medium looks... the epitome of medium. Average. No tits to speak of, no ass, nothing remarkable. Not that I'm really the one to judge - I'm not as big on the female side of things. I'll dally, now and then, but... well. I love the cock, and that's all there is to say about it. Not quite fully gay, but I certainly prefer men. "What do you see in her?" "That's just it! I don't know! She's just... normal. She doesn't try to look like a slut, and pretty much every other girl here does. She doesn't care much about anything. I just... I don't know. She seems... pure." Pure. Hah. And who would have thought that normalcy could be so hot to some people. "Slight problem, Andy. Lin hates you. She's hated you ever since she met you." "I know." He hangs his head in dejection. "I know. I was an ass." "You're still an ass." "Yeah, but now I'm a sympathetic ass. And I know there's no chance of me ever getting her. I just thought maybe you'd think of something, but I guess..." "Hold your horses. I said it was a slight problem, not a game-breaker." My brain leaps in several different directions before coming back together. "You want to screw her, right? That's it? No emotional attachment, no nothing?" "Yeah," Andy says, a bit of cautious optimism coming back to his face. "I love Julie. I really do. I just want Lin's body, that's all." "Oh, well, that's not a problem at all." I grin broadly. "Give me a couple of days to work it all out, and I'll let you know, yeah?" The look of confusion on his face is beautiful. I have to fight to keep my smile from turning predatory. "How? You're not going to, like, get her drunk or something, are you?" "That would be telling. I'll let you know when things are ready." I make a shooing motion with my hands. "Get going." *** Thursday. Early morning. Let me describe my house. The front door opens up into a small room with a few stairs leading forward and full flights leading up and down. Take the stairs forward and you're in the living room, with the kitchen to the left and - down another hallway - the parents' rooms to the right. Take the stairs up and you'll find a messy landing with my sister's room on one side and her bathroom on the other. Take the stairs down and you're in my domain. Not too shabby for guy almost out of high school, as I've worked holidays and weekends for a few years now. All that money went to good use. Consider: I have a speaker system that is twice that of the one hooked up to the living room TV upstairs. I turned the storage room into a lounge area, complete with couch and pool table. I don't even play pool. It just seemed appropriate. I did everything I could to make the room soundproof. Panels and carpet on the walls, weather strip on the solid-core door, the works. It's not perfect, but it dampens anything that I'm playing to the point where I can have the speakers at half-volume (which is loud enough that I can't hear myself talking in the same room) and the parents don't notice it a flight up. That's where I am at 3ish on Thursday. Sitting in my room with the music on. Thinking. Planning. It would have to be my room, of course. Either that or outside the house, and I wanted to plan everything beforehand, so it had to be in the house. Parental intrusion wasn't a risk at all. Mom was a doctor and spent almost every waking hour at work, and generally came home too tired to do more than eat dinner and fall asleep in front of the television. Dad was away for the rest of the month on a business trip. Even if they were here, they'd learned not to bother talking to me when I had my door closed. The weekend would work best. That gave me two days to get everything together, and I'd realistically only need a couple hours of shopping and prep. As for Andy... well. I'd come up with that part on the fly. This is going to be fun. *** Friday. Late afternoon. I had everything ready... except for Lin. Then she was kind enough to take care of that part herself. "Mom?" Her voice drifts throughout the house, and I hear it quite clearly (my door was open). I poke my head out through the doorway to listen. "Mom? You around?" I clear my throat. "She's out. Had to stay late at work." "What? Come out of your cave!" "Come down here so I don't have to shout!" She does, surprisingly enough. Her footsteps on the stairs prelude her appearance a moment later. "Where's Mom?" "Still at work," I say, glowering at her. Inwardly, though, I'm ecstatic. "Had to stay late. Something about a pile-up and a lot of critical patients." "Don't care," she says, glancing at her nails. "Listen, if she asks, tell her I'm at Emma's, okay? Doing homework or something like that." I let myself smile a little. It's easy. All I have to do is imagine what the next few hours will bring. "And where will you really be? Juan's? Eric's?" She answers with a middle finger and turns to go. "Lin," I call after her. "Wait. Just a second." I walk out of my room and face her, placing a hand on her shoulder, which she shakes off. "I know you hate me telling you this, but be careful, okay? You don't want to end up with someone who doesn't care about you." Lin snorts in disgust. "Look, bro, I don't need your advice-" "I know," I say, nodding. "You're the older twin. First out of the womb, and all that. But still. I'm worried about you." The lie comes easily to my lips. "Thanks, Mom." She turns her back on me and reaches a hand out to grasp the railing on the stairs. I am faster than she is, just as I'd known I'd be. My right arm grapples her around the waist and pulls her back, back off of the bottommost stair. She falls, and as I catch her I swing my left hand around to her face. My left hand, clutching a hand towel soaked in the chloroform I'd stolen from the chem lab at school. She crumples without a sound. I lower her gently to the floor, take a deep breath, and pull out my cell phone. Ring. Ring ring. Click. "Hey, what's up?" "Andy," I say, staring down at my sister. "Wanna come over for a bit? I've got something to talk to you about." *** Friday. Evening. The doorbell rings. "I'll get it," I call upstairs, and climb up off of the couch in my lounge. It's Andy, of course. "Hey, man," he says, taking off his jacket and shoes. "Hi, Mrs. Wei," he adds, half-waving at my mom from where she's sitting in the living room. "Hello, Andy. How are your parents?" "They're fine. My dad survived the latest round of layoffs, so we're doing pretty good." "Good, good." Mom closes her eyes again. "You boys have fun. Let me know if you're hungry or anything." I gesture Andy downstairs and, when he hesitates at the foot of the stairs, push him towards the lounge. He takes a seat on the couch and looks up at me. "Okay. What's up?" I take a deep breath. "Your problem, I think, is solved." "Really?" He perks up immediately. "How? How'd you manage it?" "Trade secret," I say with a smile. "Now. Close your eyes for a second. Oh, c'mon," I added when he hesitates. "It's more fun this way." He complies. "Right," I say, grabbing his shoulder and steering him towards the door of my room. "Ready?" "For anything," he says, excitement evident in his voice. Oh, no you're not. If you are, I'll be very surprised. "Okay then." I unlock my door, open it, and help him inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I drop the key in my pocket and then flip on the light. "Open your eyes." He does. For a moment, which I estimate as roughly long enough to fully take in the scene, no one says anything. Lin is curled up on the bed, apparently unconscious. Fully nude. Her ankles and knees are tied together, and her wrists are handcuffed - separately - to the headboard of the bed. A ball gag lies on the bed beside her head; apparently she managed to take it off after I'd left. Her makeup is running, tracing mascara and eyeliner teartracks down her face. On the dresser, facing the bed, sits a video camera, a red LED blinking on its front. I doubt that Andy has noticed it yet. He turns to face me, his expression a mix of confusion and anger and, oh joy of joys, arousal. "What the fuck?" I grab him and, one-handed, shove him against the wall, reaching into my pocket as I do. "Now look," I say, removing the folding pocketknife ($8.99, purchased yesterday afternoon) and flipping it open next to his face. "This is exactly what you wanted. A chance to screw her." I gesture towards the bed. "So get to it." "I didn't... I didn't mean like... like this," he says, his eyes on the knife. "I thought... I meant..." "You'd rather her be drunk? Shitfaced? Unable to consent?" I laugh in his face. "Man up, Andy. Here's your chance. Take it. Take it or-" I reach down and squeeze his crotch. He jumps and pulls away, but not before I feel the stiffening bulge there. "-Or I'll cut your little friend there right off." A voice. A croak, really, hoarse from what had probably been two hours of screaming into the dark room. "What... why..." I turn to the bed. Lin is awake - groggy, but awake. She stares at me, new tears forming in her eyes. I brush Andy aside and walk up to the bed, staring down at her. My eyes rove over her smooth and cleanly shaven legs, now red and raw from rubbing against the cord I'd tied her with. Her flat chest, heaving with sobs. I feel a slight stirring somewhere south of my belt. "Because, my dear sister," I say, bending down so we can see eye to eye, "you have worked very, very hard to make my life miserable. I am simply returning the favor." "Please," she whispers, tears flowing fully now. "Please." "No," I say cheerfully. "No, that won't do you any good. I know all about your escapades. All about your boyfriends and fuckbuddies and 'lovers.' All of them. I read your emails - wasn't hard to get to them, let me tell you - and I know everything. Do you think Mrs. Chandler would like to know that you sucked her husband's cock in the booth during the fall musical? Do you think Johnny Angstrom's parents would be happy to hear that the real reason he killed himself was because you fucked him, dumped him, and told the school he had a four-inch dick?" I lean in closer yet and spit on her face. She recoils, crying harder than ever. "Did you really think you would get away with everything?" I turn to face Andy, who is standing by the door, one hand rattling the doorknob. "It's locked. And it'll stay locked. She's a slut, Andy. She's a whore. The only reason she's even passing her classes is because she took the virginity of half the nerds on campus." I walk forward and place a gently hand on his shoulder. He doesn't shake it off; I have a suspicion he's in some form of shock. "She deserves this, Andy," I say, letting the anger fall out of my voice. "Take her. Punish her. Do it." Andy's head comes up. He looks at me, not at her. "She hates me," he mumbles. "Yes. She does." I nod fervently. "For no reason. You've never done anything to hurt her, and she hates you. She hates everyone. She deserves this. Listen to your body, Andy. It knows what to do." I grab his arm and guide it down to his crotch, where the bulge is even more prominent. He grasps it clumsily. "Do it. Do her. Take her." Andy turns to face her again. He looks for a long moment, his eyes traveling up and down her body. Lin mouths something - it looks like another "please" - and then he turns back to me, shaking his head. "I can't. I can't." "You can, and you will." I raise the knife again. "You get one shot at this. You asked for something; I delivered. Now hold up your end of the bargain. Fuck her." Slowly, dreamlike, Andy walks over to the bed. He looks down at my sister, then turns back to me. "She really sucked off Mr. Chandler?" "And he took pictures. I've got 'em all." I nod to the bed. "She's a slut. She deserves whatever you do to her." Andy looks at her for a long moment. Then he reaches out and touches the side of her face. Lin pulls away and screams; like a champ, Andy reacts instinctively, and slaps her. I smile; Andy plays basketball, and his slaps are like most people's punches. It certainly shuts her up, at any rate. I breathe a sigh of relief and close the knife, returning it to my pocket. "Bitch," he says, one hand on her head, the other moving towards her bound legs. "Slut. Skank. Dirty fucking whore. Too good for me, you said. Too fucking good for me." He grabs her legs and pulls her down towards the foot of the bed; the handcuffs hold, and she is stretched out, face-up. She tries to bring her arms down to cover herself, not that there is much to cover - her breasts are small, childlike... boyish. The stirring in my pants grows stronger. Andy traces his finger around her nipples in a figure eight pattern, and she begins to scream again. I take a few steps to my computer and pull up the play list I made last night, and a moment later French techno surges out of the speakers, drowning out my sister's cries. And now he has his hands cupped over her breasts, and she's trying to kick at him but can't because her legs are tied too tightly. I wonder idly if the circulation to her feet is cut off, and I let a hand drift down to my belt. "Always second-best," I whisper, my words lost to the booming backbeat of the music. "Always the slow one. The unsuccessful one." Andy leans down and bites, lightly, at Lin's nipple. She lets loose a fresh howl, throwing herself to one side and the next, actually dragging the bed frame an inch or so in each direction in her struggles to escape. My fingers gloss over the belt buckle, move instead to the zipper of my khakis and pull it down. "Couldn't pass middle school without flirting with the principal. Wouldn't be graduating high school if you weren't fucking the whole school." I lightly touch the front of my boxers, feeling the hard-on lurking there. Andy turns to look at me, one hand on each of my sister's legs. He says something that goes unheard, but I know what he's asking. Not bothering to zip up again - in fact, I want them to see me like this - I walk forward, taking the knife out of my pocket again. Lin's face is a mess of tears and tangled hair, snot running down from her nose. She's still screaming. Shouting. Mostly just sounds, but I can faintly hear an occasional "no" and "don't" mingled in. I raise the knife and hold it against her throat. She tries to pull back from the cold steel, but I keep it tightly against her neck, and she stops moving, eyes locked onto mine in terror. "If you move," I mouth, forming each word carefully so that she can lip-read them, "I will kill you." She freezes in place. Gently, applying no pressure at all, I drag the knife point down over her skin, tracing my way down, down. She shudders as it passes over her stomach, and tries as hard as she can not to scream as I quickly slide the knife through and up, slicing cleanly through the cord holding her knees together. I cut through the one tied around her ankles as well. "She's all yours," I say, waving Andy forward again, and I stand by the side of the bed, knife still in hand. He needs no prompting, and is already halfway out of his pants. I watch him shed his briefs and my free hand goes back to my groin, grasping at my cock beneath the fabric of my boxers. Andy crawls up onto the bed on hands and knees and grabs Lin's legs. She gasps as he forces them apart, begins to struggle to close them again, then looks at me, at the knife still in my hand, and stops, squeezing her eyes shut. For the first time, I have a clear view of my sister's pussy. It's the same as everything else about her: average. A tuft of black pubic hair that matches the hair atop her head. A thin slit, the lips on either side small and unremarkable. Clearly dry. Well, I think to myself, at least she doesn't have a rape fetish. That would defeat the purpose. I pull a tube of lubricant (also purchased last night) from my pocket and toss it onto the bed next to Andy. He shoots me a quick nod of thanks, then squeezes a small pool of the gel into his hand. He spreads some of it on his cock, rubbing the stuff all over the shaft and head, and I slip my fingers through the front of my boxers, stroking myself gently. And then Andy takes the rest of the lube and rubs it in between Lin's legs, shoving two fingers into her cunt. She screams again, and I'm struck by an idea. I begin undoing my belt as Andy increases the speed of his fingers, thrusting in and out, swearing and cursing nonstop under his breath as he does so. Lin keeps screaming and sobbing. My fingers stumble on the button to my pants for a moment, but then I get it undone and they drop, quickly followed by my boxers. Lin draws in a deep breath to start screaming again, but before she can start I grab her head with both hands and shove my cock into her mouth. She stiffens, pulling away, but I hold her head steady. Then I feel the brush of teeth midway down my shaft. I lean down and turn her head so that her ear is an inch from my mouth. "Bite down," I hiss, "and you're dead." No Choice She jolts suddenly, thrashing around on the bed, and I look back to see Andy pushing forward, his dick halfway inside her. I smile, feeling myself get even harder, and I tighten my grip on my sister's head, grasping tufts of hair between my fingers. I pull her forward and feel myself slide a little deeper into her throat. She gags and coughs on my cock, but does not bite down. Andy is fully in her now and beginning to thrust, taking his time, moving in and out to a rhythm only he can hear. I watch his dangling balls sway in time with his movements and slowly pull Lin's mouth further down my shaft... further... further... and I feel the touch of her lips tickling the hair at the base of my cock. I relax my grip, letting her slide back, coughing and spitting. A string of spit and precum stretches between her lips and the tip of my cock. Her whole body is shaking now, Andy thrusting so hard that Lin moves a tiny bit towards the headboard with each pump. She is crying again, or perhaps she never stopped crying, but she seems to be getting her breath back. Her lips form a word. "Please." I answer by grabbing her ears and slamming my cock into her face again, feeling it slide down her throat. I pull and relax, pull and relax, until I am fucking her face, feeling my sister deepthroat my cock over and over as Andy, sweet Andy, screws her senseless on the other end of the bed. The thought of Andy is what does it, and I feel myself stiffen. I jam her head against my groin, mashing her mouth and nose against me, as I shudder and grimace. Cum spurts out of my cock, flowing straight down her throat. I let go and she makes a gagging motion as I slide out of her mouth; rivulets of white fluid leak from the corners of her mouth as she retches and heaves, although nothing else comes up. Andy is still going at it, plunging the entire length of his dick into her with each movement, pulling back after every thrust so that only the very tip of it remains inside of her. She lies still, now, crying silently into the cum-splattered sheets, fluid still dripping from her mouth. Then Andy slows the speed of his thrusts and begins to pull out. I step next to him and grab his shoulder; wild-eyed, he turns to face me. "Inside," I say. "Come inside. The whore's on the Pill." He nods and goes back to pounding, pounding away, with shorter and more frenzied movements now. I watch him moving and feel my cock struggling to grow hard again. Presently he grunts, his face contorted, and is still for a moment. He appears to be gripped by a few seconds of whole-body spasms. Then he falls back, his cock sliding from Lin's pussy. He lies on the bed for a moment, panting, and I watch as a few drops of his cum flow out of her. Now. I have to move now. While he's tired. I reach down below the bed and, after a moment's groping, find what I'm looking for. The bat fits perfectly into my hand, and for a moment I feel like I'm back on the diamond, reading myself to hit a fastball. I wait, poised, every muscle in my body tense. Andy sits up. I check my swing at the last second, reminding myself that I don't want to cause any real injury, but I still hit him hard enough in the head to stun him for a minute or two. Maybe a minor concussion. No cracked skull, no brain damage, and that's the important part. I grab the handful of cable ties that had been waiting next to the bat and get to work, dragging his unconscious body over towards Lin, whose eyes widen as I approach. She opens her mouth. I grab the bat and raise it. She snaps it shut and squeezes her eyes tight again. By the time Andy regains consciousness, I have his arms fastened to my sister's and his bare chest strapped to her back. I stand over the pair of them, bat in one hand and knife in the other. "Rise and shine," I say, knowing that they cannot hear me and not caring. "My turn." Andy struggles, trying to free himself, but I hold the knife an inch or so from his eyes and he stops. I drop the bat, grab the lube, and reach down until I feel his dick, hard again despite the situation he's in. Thank god for human biology and instinct. I continue down until my fingers brush my sister's ass. She understands immediately, and begins struggling harder than ever, but Andy is heavier than she is and still not entirely lucid, so she can't escape the tube as I squirt a gob of lube on and around her asshole. "All the things you've done, Lin," I murmur, rubbing the tight flesh with a finger, "and you've never tried it this way. First time for everything." I grab Andy's cock and place the tip of it against my sister's asshole, running the tip between her cheeks. Then I push. Hard. Lin screams the loudest yet, a scream of genuine pain, and then it's in. The cock slides in deeper as she struggles, and Andy doesn't react as I quickly use the rest of the cable ties to fasten their legs and middles together. Now neither of them can move, Andy's dick trapped in my sister's ass. I raise the lube again and squeeze out just a little bit, which I begin rubbing over my own cock. I lean down and move close to Andy's ear. "You have a fantastic ass, my friend," I say, and then it hits him. But the cable ties are tight, too tight, and he can't do more than rock back and forth. Lin cries out every time he moves as his cock stretches her asshole more and more and buries her face into the sheets as if to hide, to escape from this room. Not likely. Andy's ass is tight, tighter than I could have imagined, but he cannot clench it enough to keep me out. Slowly I ease my way inside, feeling the straining muscles slowly accept the tip of my dripping cock as I force it inwards. Another shot of lubricant on and around his ass helps a bit, and I push more and more, feeling my shaft slide deeper inside his ass. He's swearing now, loudly and angrily, but he can't move, pinned by my weight and Lin's body tied to his. I punch him in the back of the head, bruising my knuckles, but he stops struggling for a moment, and that is all I need to grab him around the waist and give one huge burst of effort. The full length of my cock thrusts into Andy and he yelps like a kicked dog. I rock forward and backward, savoring the tightness of his ass around me, closing my eyes to focus on the sensations, the slippery grip around my cock. Every time I thrust into him, Andy pushes deeper into my sister's ass, and she cries a little harder. I laugh. On and on I go, engorged by the fear and pain of my best friend and my sister, fucking them both in the ass, and I love every second of it. At some point, perhaps ten minutes in, Andy groans and twitches, his sphincter clenching and unclenching, and I know that he came inside Lin despite his own pain. I keep going, even when his lax dick spills out of her ass, still dripping cum. It is at least another ten minutes before I, too, come. The sensation grips me like a seizure and I wrap my arms around both of them, pulling myself in as deeply as I can as my dick spurts once, twice, five times, filling Andy with my semen. I stay there, feeling my dick shrinking in the wake of orgasm, for a few more seconds before I pull out and stand, somewhat shakily, beside the bed. I grab the knife from the floor beside the bed and cut through all the ties on the right side, allowing Andy to flop sideways onto the bed, letting my sister pick her head up out of the sheets and rest without extra weight atop her. He is crying, too, tears silently coursing down his cheeks. I turn down the music. Not off, but low enough that I can be heard without shouting. "Both of you," I say. "You are mine." I point to my sister, still sobbing face-down on the bed. "I have the emails. I have the pictures. I have the video you shot with the football team. If you breath a word of this to anyone, I'll release it all. You'll destroy the careers of practically everyone in the whole school. You'll never be able to look anyone in the face again. The whole world will know you for the slut you are, and Mom and Dad will disown you." Then I point to Andy, lying beside her on the bed, still attached to her by the left arm and leg, still dazed. "I have this," I say, picking up the video camera and holding it aloft. "I have this on tape. You raped my sister, and you loved every second of it. You're done. You'll go to prison if I let this get out." I look from one to the other: both humiliated, both in pain. Both mine. "And if you want to go on and live your lives, if you want to have lives at all, you'll do exactly as I say from now on." *** Monday. Breakfast. Mom sits at the kitchen table, cradling a cup of coffee in her hands, her face wreathed with its steam. Lin is there, too, halfheartedly picking at a bowl of cereal. "Morning!" I say brightly, sliding out a chair and plopping down in it. "Morning, dear," Mom says without looking up. Lin ignores me, but her expression changes slightly from one of unhappiness to one of nauseated fear. "Ready for school?" "Yup. Wouldn't want to be late today. Senior prank is next week, and we need to brainstorm some ideas." I grab the untouched mug of coffee from in front of Lin and take a sip. "Should be fun." "Mm." Mom stands up and stretches. "I'm off to work. Lin, honey, you sure you're all right?" "I'm fine, Mom," my sister says, not meeting her gaze. "Just tired, I guess." "You kids need more sleep," Mom sighs, shaking her head as she walks towards the door. "School starts too early these days. Have fun!" "Bye, Mom!" "Bye." The front door closes, and I turn to Lin. "Not very convincing. I thought you were the drama kid." "Fucking bastard," she whispers. A tear wells up in her eye and she angrily wipes it away. "Your neck is on the line too, you know. If you tell them, I'll tell them what you did to me." I grin. I can't help it. "My dear sister," I say, laying a hand on hers; she flinches, but doesn't move hers away. "You do not have the slightest hold on me and you know it. Any attempt to tell them what I may or may not have done to you will look like a cheap stab at discrediting me, especially as you have no evidence. None at all. And if you tried to tell them as a way of getting me locked up so I couldn't show all the evidence against you, it would blow up in your face. You know I know my way around computers. If I don't stop it each and every day, an email will go out to a few select people. The principal. The superintendent of the district. Mom. Dad. Dad's boss. And that email has everything in it." "Liar," she whispers. Tears are flowing in earnest now. My smile widens. "Want to find out?" After a moment, she shakes her head. "I didn't think so. Now eat up, and let's go to school. Andy's coming over again afterward for some 'studying', didn't I tell you?" "No," Lin says, almost too softly to be heard. "Please." I grab her by the chin and turn her to face me. "Sister, you don't have a choice." No Choice, Loses His Virginity Bruce was a first year marine biology student quite happy with his choices although he was shy around girls and an outsider to mainstream extracurricular activities at college. An opportunity arose for four students at a time to go out on a research vessel for a four day tour of duty and their lecturer ran a draw to pick the first four. Bruce's name was pulled first then three girls, Aimee, Sarah and Nicole. They just happened to be the most attractive girls in the class and a blonde, brunette and brunette respectively. A perfect set. The class reacted spontaneously and loudly to the results of the draw and, prompted by jealousy, suggested that the girls were wasted on Bruce who wouldn't know what to do with them. The lecturer brought the class to order and reminded them it wasn't a trip on the love boat; it was all to do with marine research. The big day, a Sunday, arrived and Bruce and the girls showed up at the dock at noon for lunch and the induction session. The bulk of the crew did not have to be there until later for an early sailing the next morning. Induction over, they were shown their accommodation. Guests had an area at the stern, the skipper and crew slept and ate up at the bow. The guest accommodation consisted of a small mess room, bathroom and four bunks, two on each side with a divider in the middle. Bruce couldn't imagine where he was going to sleep; he froze on the spot until Nicole took his hand and led him to the bunks on the starboard side. "You go on top and I will go under you," said Nicole. Bruce blushed all the more at Nicole's suggestion that she "go under him" although they would be safely separated by a mattress and the bunk boards. They had an evening meal with the skipper and some of the crew in their area and then returned to the guest room. Bruce tried to make conversation, something he was not very good at, by mumbling about the goals and objectives of the training session. Sarah took the lead as apparent spokesperson of the female contingent, "Our goal is to use this valuable time to take your virginity, Bruce." Bruce had never been more shocked in his life, "That's not what I came for, we must behave responsibly, I come from a very religious family and we regard sex before marriage as sinful." "Bollocks," replied Sarah, you will do as you're told or we will take you by force, your choice." "Wouldn't you be guilty of sexual assault?" asked Bruce, "Why do you want to do this anyway." Aimee chimed in, "It's fun, we like a challenge and we think you need it. You would be a worldwide laughing stock if you reported us; no one would believe you anyway. I think half of you wants to take advantage of this opportunity; the other half does not have any options. Aimee looked at Bruce and said, "That's enough chit chat, get your clothes off and get in to the shower, unless you want to be hog tied?" Bruce walked over to the shower, keeping his back to the girls, undressed and started his shower. When he looked back the girls had undressed too. Sarah approached him and squeezed in to the shower, "Too bad this shower is so small it would have been nice if we could all get in at once." It only just accommodated two people; Bruce and Sarah were squeezed together with their chests and stomachs touching. Feeling her breasts against him, Bruce developed an erection and that became stuck between the two bodies. Sarah gave Bruce's erection a good soaping and then made way for Nicole. There was only so much fresh water on board and they had to be quick. Nicole soaped Bruce's cock again and then she gave way to Aimee. Bruce was going to get a very clean cock out of this if nothing else. Bruce was advised not to bother getting dressed again as he was not going to need any clothes on until morning. "I think this has gone far enough," said Bruce, "I would like to go and talk to the skipper; I might have to leave the vessel." Aimee held up a key and said, "You are locked in and I am keeping the key until we leave the dock in the early hours. No one will hear you up here above the noise of the generators, pumps and the cooling systems." "The skipper is my cousin," said Sarah, I will talk to him if necessary, no point in you wasting your time with him." "I won the latest lottery," said Nicole, "You will be sharing with me tonight." Nicole took Bruce's hand and led him to a bunk. They fitted reasonably well on the narrow bunk lying face to face. "Well do something," said Nicole, "Kiss me, explore my body, you might have to get out on to the floor to go down on my pussy?" Bruce's excitement and pleasure was beginning to overcome his fear of retribution for having premarital sex. Nicole led him through the pleasures of French kissing, sucking her breasts and licking her pussy. Then she positioned herself under him and guided his penis in to her pussy. "OK, I give in, this is just too good, I will stop whining and contemplating escape. To Hell with the consequences." During the night the main engine started and the boat moved out to sea. After daybreak the routine of servicing anchored buoys that collected and transmitted weather and sea data began. Two of the crew were catching and tagging fish, keeping a few for the evening meal. When the work was done they anchored in a bay and the guests spent the remainder of the day swimming and sun bathing. Bruce and the girls had nothing much to do but observe the crew at work. The crew didn't socialize much because they were working various watches around the clock and they slept when they were not required on the bridge or involved in maintenance or housekeeping. Bruce, Aimee, Sarah and Nicole were back in the guest area by eight in the evening. Aimee said to Bruce, "My turn tonight, be a good boy and have a shower, we have a special surprise before you and I go to our bunk." The girls were naked when he came out of the shower. Aimee patted the surface of the table and asked Bruce to get up on it and lay on his back. He did as told, now being fully cooperative and excited at the prospect of what was about to happen. Sarah stood between his feet where they overlapped the table end, leaned forward and started to rub his cock. Nicole got up on the table and squatted over Bruce's face. He knew what to do now and had his tongue out in anticipation before she had fully lowered herself. Aimee took a more passive role because she had the rest of the night with Bruce but she fondled his balls and took a turn on his cock when Sarah needed a break. Sarah had switched from using her hands to using her mouth. They avoided making Bruce cum and turned him over to Aimee to finish in her bunk. Tuesday repeated Monday's day time activities but in the evening the girls had another treat for Bruce. When he came out of the shower the table had been folded away and their bunk mattresses were piled in a stack on the floor. The girls, all face up, got horizontal one top of the other and Bruce was faced with three pussies all in very close proximity. He was invited to penetrate all in turn moving up and down the "pile". Again, he was requested to hold off on cumming so as not to spoil Sarah's time with him in the bunk. Wednesday morning was spent steaming back to the home port. "I suppose I'm all done now, back to my normal routine?" said Bruce. "We all have regular boyfriends," said Aimee," this was the exception to the rules but I have a feeling that you are going to be fine on your own." Sarah said, "We think you are rather cute, no reason why you shouldn't be dating and fucking girls on campus." Nicole thought there was a chance of further field work and he shouldn't rule out the chance that there might be an opportunity for an encounter with one or more of them. Bruce slumped down in his seat more relaxed than he had ever been and thanked the girls for making the experience one of a lifetime. "It goes without saying that we won't be talking about this on shore. Who would believe me anyway? There's an hour to go before we see land, anyone for a quickie?"