2 comments/ 23624 views/ 9 favorites Seeking Gratification By: CleoRa In my own defense for how I now sometimes act, I can only relate my story and let everyone make up their own minds. I was raped during my first year of college. I was a virgin at the time. The horror, shock and yes, life reveling revelations of that first time, has drastically altered my existence in many ways - and I might add, the lives of my loved ones. Some will condemn me for my actions, others will understand. None of that matters. I'm doing this for myself, to help me to finally understand and maybe cope. As a freshman I was already on the debate team, cheerleader squad and dating one of the "in crowd." I was going to get my degree in Biochemistry, change the world and save mankind. Ha. How's that working out now? When I look into the mirror and see the slim taunt body I'm fortunate enough to have, a dark creamy complexion, liquid brown eyes and thick dark hair, I wonder why I look like I do while many others appear relatively plain-looking. Some might even consider my looks a blessing. I do not. Sometimes, I think it's my curse. It was the first day of Spring Break and the campus was nearly deserted. I was supposed to meet my boyfriend and the rest of our "gang" in Los Cabos in two days, but I'd stayed around to finish a paper I knew was due the first day back after Spring Break, and tidy up some loose ends before taking off. I'd just left the library and cut across the large park in the middle of our campus - nearly fifty acres of trees, grass and a small lake with ducks. It was one of my favorite spots. I hit the foot path instead of staying on the sidewalk, or my life might have been decidedly different. I guess the small choices one makes in life, define us. I saw three workmen digging a drainage ditch or something of that nature, near the path. As I neared, they all stopped working and stared at me. It didn't make me uneasy or anything. I was too young and stupid to know about real life back then. Besides, I was used to people staring at me and I knew in my short yellow sundress, matching sunglasses and bouncing ponytail, seeing me was probably the high point of their day. There were three of them; an older white man, a tall pimple-faced youth and a black man about twenty-five. I gave them a large smile as I came near. The older man suddenly reached out, grabbed my arm and whirled me around quickly. I found myself on my butt in the grass, foolishly worrying that I had gotten grass-stains on my pretty dress. Just as quickly, my hands were pinned to the damp grass by the black man and the old guy, who also clamped one rough dirty hand over my mouth. Startled, but not totally scared yet because I was still wondering what had happened. I stared up as the pimpled youth knelt between my legs, grinning. He had bad teeth, I remember that well. He simply grasped my pretty dress on each side of its collar and ripped the buttons from it. My bra was the type that fastened in front, and he did the same thing to it, leaving my breasts free, open to their gaze. "My, my. Pops, would you look at them sweet little things?" Pimples said softly. "Perfect tits." That was when complete terror swept over me and I began to fight back. I had no chance. I'm petit and they were all strong from hard work. They just gazed down at me struggling, silently watching until I wore myself out. Their silence scared me, but it was the hunger in their eyes as they stared at me, that terrorized me more than anything else. There was a purpose to it, malevolent, like predatory animals waiting to tear its prey apart. I felt Pimples reaching under the short -hem of my dress to rip my panties away. It was then that I realized what they intended. I wanted to cry that I was a virgin, that I was waiting until I was married. Please don't take that gift from the man I would love someday, I silently pleaded. Please have mercy, show some compassion for an innocent girl. The hand covering my mouth made any sound impossible, however. All I could do was lay meekly, whimpering, waiting. The old guy lifted his hand a fraction and grasped my nose. I opened my mouth to gulp air and Pimples shoved my panties inside. I tasted silk before I realized what had happened. I stared up in horror as Pimples, grinning down at me the whole time, slowly pulled his zipper down and extracted his penis. It was the first adult penis I'd ever seen and I was petrified. Long, skinny, red and blotchy, with a distinct curve in it, looking like a weapon. I stared up at it, whimpering softly. "Nice, huh baby?" Pimples showed me more bad teeth as he scooted away, lowering his head. At the same time, "Pops" leaned down and clamped one of my nipples between his teeth, nibbling and sucking on it. No one but me had ever touched my breasts before, and the feeling was completely foreign to me. If I thought that was foreign, when Pimples' mouth covered my vagina I almost came unglued! If I could've screamed I would've, but the panties effectively muffled any sound other than emitting my small whimpers. A couple times I thought I heard someone passing on the sidewalk a hundred feet away, and once, a bike. No one could see us for the trees though and I was at these animals' mercy, of which they had none. I don't know what I felt with a wet mouth lathing my virgin crotch, sucking on my vagina lips - or when a hot tongue slipped inside, sliding around my slippery clit, small slurping noises floating up to my ears. I felt as though I was standing on the edge of the world, on the verge of slipping off into space, and losing myself forever. What was worse, I felt myself responding to his manipulations, growing wet and slick. The warm mouth withdrew after a few moments, causing a small unexplainable sense of disappointment to surge through me. Something had been about to happen, just what was unclear. I opened my clinched eyes and found myself staring right at "Pimples" ugly face again - just then, Pops changed nipples, causing me to suck in air around the panties in my mouth. The world seemed about ready to spin out of control and I couldn't stop it from happening. I'd used my fingers to pleasure myself during the past few years. All girls do, I suppose. I'd obtained a few small releases from doing it, but nothing like I sensed would've happened if Pimples had continued manipulating my clitoris with his tongue. It'd left me feeling confused, vaguely empty and unfulfilled. If my mouth hadn't been filled with the panties I'd have probably told him, "Well, you have me all helpless and everything. Just go ahead and finish it. I can't stop you." Pimples grinned down at me like he knew what I was thinking, leaning close enough for me to smell his bad breath. "Got ya all lubed-up, girl. Now it's time for the main event." He lowered himself down and I felt the purple knob I'd seen on the end of his penis, now banging against my small opening. I grunted loudly through the panties but that was all I could do. The initial pleasure his mouth had provided quickly vanished as pain from the friction took over, burning like fire. It started out bad and quickly got worse! I heard him cursing about how tight I was, and then he savagely lurched forward and I almost blacked out from pain. After an eternity, he finally stopped moving and I felt some relief. "In there now, girl," he grinned. "How's that feel?" He flexed inside me, farther stretching my tender walls. I groaned in discomfort as he laughed down at me. Then his face grew serious with concentration, and after a moment he started moving in and out with long measured strokes, causing me to thrash about in pain. His motions steadily grew more hurried until he was slamming his cock into me at an alarming rate, jarring my much smaller body with each lunge, making me squeal in pain. He was hitting bottom, something tender in there, feeling as if he would puncture it. That didn't last very long though, for he suddenly slammed into me all the way, stiffening and groaning loudly. After a few moments he slipped out, leaving me feeling empty and wide open as cool air rushed inside. Wetness seeped around my vagina lips and down into the crack of my butt. Yucky and slimy, growing cold and sticky as it traveled downward. The black man quickly replaced him between my legs, holding his penis like a weapon. His penis seemed shorter to me, but thicker than Pimples' long curved one. I'm not completely stupid. I knew Pimples had ejaculated inside me and was somewhat grateful, for that eased the entry when the black man inserted his much fatter penis between my vagina lips. I remembered to say a silent prayer that I wouldn't get pregnant over this, and then he slid in easily with little pain this time, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't last much longer than Pimples had, but this time I actually felt him spurting inside me, and by the time he'd finished, my thighs were quivering uncontrollably with pin-pricks of unwanted pleasure. Pops shoved him aside roughly. "Let me show you how a man fucks," he growled, hovering over me. Too drained from pain and fear to react, I simply watched with fascination as he guided his appendage toward its wet goal. The thing he held in his hand made Pimples and the other guy look like children! Fully as long as the youth's and thicker than the black man's penis, it looked like a baseball bat! I clinched up but the old guy's experience came into play as he gently slid the head of it up and down my slimy slit, and all around my swollen clitoris. After a moment I relaxed and he pushed inside. More experienced than his co-workers, he slowly slid in and out, pausing to press gently against my cervix when he touched bottom. It was almost pleasant, in a way. He'd pick up speed for a while and then go back to the agonizingly slow pace again until I began anticipating it, before picking up speed once more. I felt my toes curling of their own accord, my thighs quivering uncontrollably again, and my breath coming in short grunts. Then I sighed deeply, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. By the time he'd emptied his load inside me I was tearing handfuls of grass out by the roots, moaning, twisting and crying, a constant string of multiple orgasms racking my small body, each one seeming to rip my belly apart. It was a pleasure of the magnitude I could've never imagined. I hardly took note when the black guy crammed his thick penis down my throat, until I began gagging on it. Then another orgasm hit me and I quit caring, only slightly aware when he erupted a few minutes later and then only because I chocked on his stream of thick cum. This time, with the older guy, was different. I felt it when the old man shot inside me like a water hose, a hot steady stream of his nasty sperm, setting off a final shuddering orgasm in me as I slipped into a black void muttering incoherently. I was only vaguely aware when Pimples fucked me again, but he finished too quickly just as I was beginning to feel the first pin-pricks of pleasure, once more. Then they left me lying in the damp grass, my pretty dressed ruined, my life forever changed. I walked down that path by the lake every day for a week after that, hoping I'd find my rapists there. When I didn't, I sought out others as a surrogate for them. The ones I found were simply in awe of my looks or wanted to be my boyfriend and share their love, etc., etc. I wanted to replicate the feelings I'd encountered at the lake that day. All of it. The pain, the mind-blowing orgasms, all of it. I found nothing to replace what I'd experienced the day I became a woman. Despite having a 4.0 GPA, I dropped out of college after a year of seeing a shrink who couldn't seem to help me. I eventually fell in love and married a wonderful man. Patriotism was sweeping the country back then, and we decided to enter the Army and do our duty. My husband Mike was commissioned a second lieutenant in Military Intelligence, and I entered the same field as a Private. At first, the military honored its commitment to keep us together, but as things grew hotter in the Middle East, Mike went to Iraq and I went to Afghanistan. I'd made rank quickly and because of it, was already an E-5, what in civilian life would be called a midlevel manager. Actually, I interrogated prisoners for important Intelligence. There were other women on the compound, some pretty, some not. Most of the ones I knew said, "If I looked as good in my uniform as you do in yours, I'd fuck the CO everyday like Margie does, and never have to do another lick of work around here." I could see by the way he acted around me that the CO felt the same way, but I was determined that wasn't going to happen. Not with him. Not with anybody. I'd never cheated on Mike, and never would. Our CO was a black major I'll call Ross, a hulk of a man, about 6'4" and probably 290 something. He had a large square head and always looked mean. He was mean! I'd seen the way he'd treated some of the prisoners, and sometimes, even his own troops. I steered clear of him whenever I could. The "Margie" they spoke of was a blonde pixie with big jugs and small brain, who walked around with a far-away look in her eyes and a dreamy smile all the time. She was due to rotate to the States in a few days. When she did talk to mere mortals, it was usually about the Major's huge black appendage. Her description defied all logic but the far-away look and dreamy smile indicated he was probably doing a job on her. Marge was a Staff Sergeant, which was well above her level of competency. She did absolutely no shitty details like the others, and was always available when summoned to the CO's sleeping quarters, twice daily. She'd usually wobble out about an hour later looking disheveled and disoriented, so maybe she wasn't lying about the size of our major's dick, after all. One day he summoned me to report. I went to his office and found him behind his desk in camo fatigue pants and an olive drab t-shirt that made his chest and arms look impressive. That was probably why he wore it. "Get the jeep Specialist. We're going to see our new home." He explained on the way. It seemed the Brass didn't like prisoners being brought into the compound for interviews so within the next six months we were moving our operation to a deserted Afghan jail-house. He'd already been given the keys and it was now just a matter of cleaning it up, and to start moving in equipment over several months period. It'd be done during my assignment so I'd supervise it. There were two identical sets of keys, and he gave me one of them. We'd be inspecting it that day to see what it offered. The drive was short and in a secured area, so I relaxed. We went inside and the admin area was a mess. Major Ross grunted. "Needs some work? Come on, let's look downstairs." I followed him down a dark narrow hallway, then down some more steps into a dank basement. Stunned, I looked around. Chains and shackles were attached to some of the walls, and there were a lot of racks and other devices that could only be used for one purpose: torture. Major Ross grimaced. "Fucking animals. Probably effective enough method, though." There were only eight small cells with sleeping mats, each with chains and neck collars attached to a wall nearby. One chamber pot was the only other things in the cells. Each had what looked to be a thick glass window, maybe Plexiglas, so the prisoners could be watched inside. I surmised they were probably kept nude. I was shivering again. I suddenly had a flash of that day in the park several years earlier, quickly pushing the thought away. "Only the prettiest young girls were brought here," I heard Ross saying from behind me. "They were for the enjoyment of the ranking Afghan police officers. When they found one who lived up to their expectations, she was moved up the Chain of Command. The others were simply used until worn out, and then disposed of. Some were probably given to the line troops." I looked up and caught him watching me, a strange look on his face. Kind of the same one I'd seen in the eyes of the men at the lake. It made me shiver again and I hugged my arms, suddenly brushing past him. In a small room in the rear I froze, staring at a contraption that could only be used for one thing. It was a barrel-like thing with a phallic device on it. There were straps on the side near the floor to attach someone's ankles. On closer inspection I saw there were two phallic items, a small one and a much larger one. From their positioning their intent was clear. "This is where they brought the other female prisoners," he said softly. "Raped them repeatedly. Let all the guards just help themselves to whatever they wanted." Another unwanted shiver passed through me. I could see this one hadn't gone unnoticed either. "Let me show you something," he said. I followed and saw a confusing wooden contraption that escaped description. "How's that work?" I whispered. After studying me for an instant, he said, "I'll show you." He lifted a spring gate and said, "Squeeze inside, partially sitting, partially kneeling. Rest your arms on the outside crossbars." I did, wondering how many other women had done this before me. For some reason, my heart was hammering away inside my chest. I felt him snap something around each ankle, and then he walked around and did the same to my wrists. Sliding a brace against the back of my head, he locked it in place and I was completely secured. "Try to move," he said. I was immobilized, totally helpless. He explained the purpose of such a device, how three men could use one woman at the same time. My mouth grew ever dryer, my heart pounding away like a jack-hammer. He explained that with a naked woman positioned like this, a man had easy access to virtually every orifice of her body. I saw a subtle change coming over him as he observed my reaction to being helpless. He slowly moved over to stand directly in front of me – much too close – his crotch almost in line with my head. "You can see the advantage of such a device, right?" he said softly, fingering his belt buckle suggestively. I couldn't answer - and couldn't take my eyes off his fingers. He unfastened his buckle and just let it hang there, waiting for me to stop this. I found I couldn't. My mouth was so dry I couldn't say a word, my tongue feeling tender and swollen inside it. In the cool quietness of the room, his zipper sounded overly loud, my breathing even louder. I tried to keep from licking my lips but my traitorous tongue wasn't having it. Out it came to dampen my dry lips, as I fought back the groan that threatened to emerge. It was as if I were hypnotized. I couldn't look away from his fingers. He slowly reached inside his fly and just flopped his cock out. Flopped. That's the only way to describe it. Margie hadn't been fabricating stories, after all. If anything, she'd downplayed the black monster I saw hanging a foot in front of my face. Still rather soft, it was the thing they make porn movies about. "Please." I muttered. Ross didn't say a word, inching closer, stopping with the huge purplish black crown inches from my face. I caught a whiff of his manly scent. "Please don't," I whimpered softly. He finally spoke. "Why does this make you wet?" Flashes of an afternoon by a distant lake, shot through my physic and I shuddered noticeably. "It doesn't," I finally croaked through a dry mouth. My thighs were now trembling uncontrollably and I knew I was gushing enough to soil my fatigues. "Please." I pleaded again as he inched even closer, his cock-head almost brushing my lips - which were now inexplicably wet with saliva. "If you want out of there say so right now and I'll unfasten it." I didn't say anything. Instead, I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his hardening cock. Its aroma was driving me crazy and I was suddenly starving for just a taste. I could barely reach it with the tip of my tongue. He knew that. Clearly taking delight in the fact and enjoying making me struggle to keep licking it, as it bounced away. It thoroughly humiliated me but I couldn't seem to stop chasing that cock with my mouth. As it stiffened he grew longer and more cock became available to my mouth. I was finally able to wrap my wet lips around about half the crown, coating it with my saliva, sliding my swollen lips hungrily all over it. I was rewarded with a droplet of pre-cum, softly moaning my appreciation. Seeking Gratification Ch. 02 After struggling back into my soiled fatigue pants, I wobbled up the darkened stairways and was waiting in the Jeep's driver seat when my CO joined me. I didn't look at him as he settled into the passenger side, nor did I say a word during the entire drive back to headquarters. I felt him staring at me the whole time, but didn't trust myself to look back. I was totally disgusted for the way I'd acted. In one afternoon, I'd cheated on a faithful husband of five years, damaged any career I might've had, and let my Commanding Officer fuck me almost into a state of unconsciousness, like some mongrel bitch in heat. That just about covered it. I was looking at the road, but seeing that monstrous black cock dangling in front of my face every time I blinked my eyes. How much sperm can one man generate, anyway? Nearly an hour had passed and I still felt a sticky trail seeping from my swollen pussy lips and running down my thigh. Raped again! I shivered, forcing the thought away. Just like a fucking whore, I berated myself. A cheating, whore! Pulling up in front of the Headquarters building, I sat stoically, staring straight ahead until I felt him get out. I felt he wanted to say something, but I quickly saluted very formally, and drove away. It was late so I went straight to my hooch, ate cold MREs and lay on my cot. Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes I saw images of Major Ross standing behind me, buried up to his balls, and me screaming my lungs out in a mindless orgasm. Beating on my pillow did no good. I sat up on the side on my cot until exhaustion finally overcame me and a troubled sleep took me under. I skipped breakfast and went to check the detail board. My name was glaringly missing. You son-of-a-bitch! I thought. If he'd wanted to make a clear statement that I had fucked him, he'd just done it. I was pissed. I saw Sara starting one of her details and asked if I could help. Then I sought out others and helped them, explaining that the Major had given me a day off to work on the movement plan. I don't think they bought it, but it was the best I could do. Just before noon, the Company Clerk walked up and told me to report to the "Old Man." I knocked, removed my hat, went in and saluted smartly. He returned it and said, "Sit." I did, staring straight ahead. "I wanted to see how you were doing today, Stacy." His use of my first name, instead of just my rank and last name, wasn't lost on me. From the corner of my eyes I saw he was smiling, teeth shining brightly in his dark face. "I'm fine, Sir." "Relax. No one's around. It's ok." After a moment he said, "Look at me, Stacy. You haven't looked at me since we left the old jail." Grudgingly, I turned at looked at him. He was smiling warmly. "That was the most interesting day of my life," he said. "The most enjoyable, too." "I'm glad, Sir, because it'll never happen again." "Let's not beat around the bush, Stacy. I saw your face in there, the turmoil you were going through. I want to know why. Tell me!" I'd never discussed it with a soul and I don't know why I did this time, but I suddenly found myself unloading about my earlier rape and my shrink sessions afterward. Then I went farther and told him how I'd been overwhelmed by all those feelings in the old jail's dungeon the previous afternoon. Tears finally spilled over near the end, and he patiently waited until they stopped. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Stacy. I mean that." I wiped my tears on my sleeve. Soldiers don't cry. "And Margie?" He laughed. "Margie is just Margie. No comparison. She's a pretty little air-head who loves to fuck. You're different, and in another class entirely! You're intelligent, classy, extremely competent, and, I might add, achingly beautiful on top of it!" I stiffened my backbone a bit. "I won't be your whore, Sir." He studied me for a moment. "No, you won't. I can see that. But I will fuck you." "No." He smiled maddeningly. "We'll see," he said. "I can see it's the opinion others have of you that's most important to you. That's admirable. What can I do?" "For starters, you can put me back on the duty roster. Then you can go back to treating me like all the other soldiers. They notice things like that." "Okay. What else?" I'd expected more resistance. "That's it, except no more sex." His eyes were staring right through me, and I started to squirm a bit. "You need what we did yesterday," he finally said. "You look more relaxed and at ease now, than you have since arriving. You need it." "No." "Yes." "Please don't do this, Sir." "Call me John when we're alone. John Ross." When I didn't answer immediately, he said, "Have you been thinking about what happened?" "No." He laughed. "Lair. You think about it all the time. Probably doing it now. Are you wet?" I sat up straighter. "Is that all, Sir? If it is, I'm leaving." He suddenly became all business. "I have to meet a police official about signing for the old jail building today. I need you to inventory everything in the basement of the jail, while I'm doing that. 1400 hrs." "Please," I almost whimpered. Whatever happened, I didn't want to ever go back to that place. The last time had been disastrous. His face told me I had little choice though, just staring at me in answer. I slumped forward in defeat. "What do I have to do?" I conceded. "An inventory of everything in the basement. Leave the clipboard on the table there." "Is that it?" "No. Then I want you to get undressed, leave your stuff with the clipboard, go into one of the cells and snap on the collar. Wait for me on the sleeping mat until I get there." He grinned. He was joking. No, he wasn't! I stared back at him with my mouth partially open for a moment, and then whispered hoarsely, "You're out of your f . . . your mind. Sir!" The smile never left his face. "Just do your job, Specialist. Dismissed." I saluted sharply and he returned it. I did an about-face and stormed out, furious. Seething, I entered my hooch and threw my hat at the far wall. I noticed my hands were trembling badly. I realized I was also pretty much trembling all over. Glancing at my watch I saw I had less than an hour to pull myself together. Okay, I'd inventory his fucking building, because it was an order and I had no choice, but if that black son-of-a-bitch thought I was going to do anything else he said do, he was going to be disappointed. There were four bearded guys in dirty robes near the jail's entrance when I arrived. They stared at me much like the sewer workers had at the lake the day they raped me. An unwanted shiver ran up my spine. I was suddenly glad I was packing the .45. They all probably smell like goats, I thought as I unlocked the jail door with the key Ross had given me. Inside I quickly relocked it, standing with my back against it as I took a deep breath, relieved to be inside. I traversed the two stairways with trepidation, finding the big room that I mentally called "The Dungeon", much as we'd left it. The mental image of me constrained in that sexual contraption with Ross feeding me his enormous cock, momentarily flashed across my mind, causing me to suck in some the stale dank air. The place still seemed terribly "charged" to me; its history of sex, terror, and helplessness seeping from its unsavory pores. Hell, I was even "charged"! How could a place of such evil intent, elicit this kind of reaction in me? Why was I getting wet and excited just from being here? Sick, sick, sick. I stopped at the barrel with the two phallic devices on top, just staring at them, wondering what to call it on my inventory. Ross had said they were electric, controlled by the box on a nearby wall. I walked to it, found several buttons and a knob, turning it on. The rubber dildos started gently vibrating. I turned the knob and they went faster. One of the buttons made first one, and then the other, begin to wiggle. My heart accelerating, I quickly turned it off. The dildos were made of a hard black rubber substance, sticking up through holes and attached somehow inside the barrel. Attached to the bottom of the large one was a leather barrier of some kind, about four inches high, wrapping around it in a half-moon, away from the base. I wondered what that was for. Both inserts looked well-worn. The butt-plug was stubby and fat with a flared-end to hold it inside a person, once inserted. The large one looked exactly like a real penis. Not as large as John Ross had used on me though. The thought came unwanted, and along with it, an almost overpowering urge to climb up there, straddle the barrel and ride it hard. My heart pounding away inside my chest, I forced myself to turn away and continue my chore. I finished the inventory, making up names for the things that probably had no name, and then placing the clipboard on the wooden table in the center of the room as instructed. My breath was coming in short measured gasps by then and my legs were trembling so badly I could barely stand. I could feel my panties sticking to me. Blanking my mind, I hurried to the stairs and started up them. Near the top, my legs simply refused to work anymore and I paused, glancing back down. From there, I could still see two of the cells with their chains and attached metal collars. I could also see the barrel. My boots felt like lead as I slowly retraced my steps back down to the table. I stood there for a long time, and then without planning to, my numb fingers began to automatically unbutton the fatigue shirt. Like I was in some kind of a trance I removed my clothing, neatly folded everything and laid them on the clipboard, the .45 and key-ring on top. Walking into the first cell, I robotically picked up the metallic collar, stared at it for a moment, and then simply snapped it around my neck. The click sounded loud in the hollow room like a door slamming, startling me out of my mini-trance. I immediately panicked! What was I doing? If some of the local police came back and found me like this, no telling what they'd do to me! Yes, there was a telling what they'd do. I knew, and it made me tremble uncontrollably with fear. Near panic now, I tugged at the collar, but it was secure. The keys to unlock it were back on the table with my clothing. A sob slipped from my throat as I sank down onto the dirty mat to wait. Praying Ross would come soon. The dungeon must've been sound-proofed to hide what went on in there, but I was surprised I never even heard the jail's entrance door open or close. The first thing I heard was hard footsteps coming down the final flight of stairs. My heart pounding in my throat, I was suddenly stricken with terror. Please let it be Ross, I prayed. Please! It was Ross. He walked silently into the cell and stood gazing silently down at my tear-streaked face. He didn't appear at all surprised that I had obeyed his order to come. I wanted to curse him, but I couldn't. I was just too grateful to see him. Besides that, what a sight I must have been; naked, chained to the wall, on my knees, tears streaking my face. His pants were tented and I could tell he was rock-hard inside, but as I reached out, he moved just out of reach. I whimpered in disappointment, but he was unmoved. "Be a good girl and I'll give you what you want," he said. Bastard! "Say thank you." I just glared up at him and he turned, headed back for the stairs. "Wait. WAIT! I'm sorry, for cat's sake! Thank you. Thank you, Sir!" He paused, came back and said, "Don't test me again." "I won't," I said hurriedly. "I promise. Please just let me loose." "You don't want loose," he muttered through his teeth. He looked mean. "You want to be chained-up and fucked like a bitch. Be good and maybe I'll do that." I watched in fascination as he snapped a leather leash around my neck and released the metal one from my neck. He pulled on the lease until I got to my feet and followed him. Leading me straight to the barrel, he simply lifted me bodily and set me up on it. I screamed as the rubber dildos pressed roughly against both my entrances. "Please. Please don't do this, John! It hurts! Agggg!" "It's 'Sir.' Spread your lips and help me or I'll just drop you," he growled. I did, feeling him guide the small one to align with my anus. Then placing his hand on one of my shoulders, he forced me down on them. I was so wet from an hour of being chained up, that the front dildo slid easily in, but I'd never had anything in my butt before and that one felt like a fencepost trying to enter my puckered little hole. Finally, I spread my cheeks enough for it to slip inside, and it did so with a small pop, drawing another scream from me. At last, I was sitting on the barrel, impaled in both orifices. He quickly bent and attached the floor straps to each ankle. He stood back and admired his work. "I have to leave for a while," he said. "Don't go anywhere." "What? Wait! Don't just fucking leave me like this! What if someone else comes in here? The raghead police or someone like that? Do you know what they'll do to me?" Nearing an all-out panic attack, I had visions of being used by a dozen bearded old men with bad teeth. "Please," I whimpered. "If someone comes in, just give them a blowjob. You're good at that." His cruel words humiliated me, made me feel even more like a worthless slut than I already did. I quickly realized that was his intent. He walked to the box on the wall. "Let me give you a little music to keep you company." His grin looked almost evil as he pushed a couple buttons and I felt the butt-plug start a gentle vibration in my anus. Then the one in my vagina began to wiggle around so softly and slowly that it was almost imperceptible. I watched his back retreat up the dark stairs, and his footsteps fading away until I was alone in the dank cavern. Now that I had a moment to think about it, I realized the two devices were at best uncomfortable, and at worse, painful. I used my hands to lift a millimeter off the barrel, but knew I couldn't maintain that position for any length of time. I didn't have to. Long before my arms gave out, I lowered my ass on the two moving instruments. Not because I was tired, but because they were feeling so good. A tiny moan escaped my lips as I squirmed down on them attempting to mash my clit against the base, catching my breath as a thrill shot through me. I was helpless, unable to move, and I was being fucked by two foreign objects over which I had no control. It was like I was being raped by them. I moaned again, louder. Helpless. So helpless. Oh god, it felt good being helpless and taken against my will. I knew it was sick, but right at the moment I didn't care! I wanted to cum really bad, but the inserts were moving far too slowly and I didn't have enough leverage to lift myself, or to move around more in order to obtain an orgasm. For the first time I noticed there was a slight rise near the base of the rubber penis that kept my clit from touching it. I tried shoving my fingers down to touch my clit, and suddenly found what the leather barrier I'd wondered about earlier was actually there for. It blocked my hand from reaching far enough to do the job! Well, what did you expect, Stupid? This is a torture device. For thirty minutes I struggled attempting to climax, and then when I finally almost reached it, climbing that mountain nearly to its peak, both plugs quit moving - just stopped completely - leaving me hanging. The damn things had been on a timer! Frustrated to the point of being in agony, I slumped forward and sobbed my disappointment into the empty room. "Goddamn you John Ross," I whispered. "You miserable bastard." Long afterward, I heard him before I saw him. "Still here?" Ross asked smugly. "Get me off this fucking thing," I demanded softly. Smiling infuriatingly, he unfastened the ankle straps and stood back, watching me struggle to dis-impale myself from the rubber dildos, not offering to help me. My knees buckled and almost gave way as I dropped to the floor. Grasping the rubber penis for support, I saw a large wet spot when I'd just been sitting. I know Ross saw it too. He snapped the lease around my neck again and led me to a "D" ring in the floor. There he snapped the lease to it, which forced me to remain in a kneeling position. His zipper was loud in the silent room. "You've been a good girl. As a reward, you can suck this." Just like that. Suck my dick like a whore! I wanted to say fuck you, but when he dangled his delicious meaty appendage right in my face I just opened up and engulfed it. After so many hours of unfulfilled frustration, feeling his thick meat sliding over my tongue almost made me swoon with pleasure. I devoured it hungrily for a moment, loving the hardness versus softness feel as it touched the deepest parts of my throat. I'd gag for as long as I could, pull back for an instant, and then without any prompting from him, willingly force my mouth back down on it until it chocked me again. Long slimy strains of slobber ran freely down my chin and over my breasts, but I didn't care. This was what I lived for at the moment. Finally, I was able to slow down a bit, backing off as I licked the underside of his cock, sucking the fat head gently, savoring the tiny spurts of pre-cum like it was ambrosia on my tongue. Affixed to the "D" ring in the concrete floor and unable to move away, I was in heaven. The word "helpless", kept floating through my mind as I made wet spots on the floor with my fluids. I needed this wonderful thing inside my pussy, hard and fast, but I didn't want to give it up in my mouth yet. I was making little mewing sounds around his cock when it unexpectedly erupted in a torrent, catching me unaware. The thick hot cum spilled down my chin and onto my tits as I hurried to swallow as much as I could. I nearly came from the excitement of it. After I'd cleaned him up, he dragged me unresisting to some shackles on the wall. When he fastened my hands to them, spread out to each side with me facing the dirty wall, I was too weak to even argue. I felt spacy, my mind still on the one thing that mattered at the moment. I spread my legs and pushed my ass out hopefully. "Please," I muttered. He slapped my protruding ass unexpectedly, drawing a squeal from me. "Nasty slut," he said. He slapped it again, really hard! "You are a nasty slut aren't you?" "Yes," I screamed. "Yes, yes! Will you just fucking do me now?" I felt him spreading my vagina with his fingers as though conducting an inspection, the cool air rushing in as he studied my opening for more than a minute. I felt humiliated, debased - but terribly excited. He was intent on humiliating even farther. "Your wet sloppy pussy need something in it?" he said. My legs were trembling with unnatural need. "Yes, please. Please," I pleaded softly. He laughed. "I told you that you need this. Now that you've found it, you'll never be able to go back to the way you were. Do you believe me now?" "Please," I muttered again, near tears now. I felt him move behind me, and then he just slammed his entire length inside me without warning - fully two pounds of dick - with no warm-up! It felt like a fencepost! I screamed and fought my restraints as he savagely hammered his thick meat into me. I climaxed almost instantly. In fact, he took a long time to fill my belly with his sperm and I didn't stop cumming the entire time. Twenty minutes later my legs finally gave way and I sank down as far as my wrist restraints would allow, feeling his softening cock pull from my opening with a wet sound. I was totally exhausted, humiliated and unable to move as he wiped his slimy cock in my hair. "Now you really do look like a used-up little slut," he said cruelly, shoving it into my mouth to be cleaned more. I did it without complaint just to get it over with and be released. "How anything so beautiful could be so nasty, is a mystery," he laughed. I heard him walking away, opening my tired eyes to see. Seeking Gratification Ch. 02 "Where . . . where are . . . you going? Take these off." He turned and stared at me for a moment, his face hard, and cruel. "Shut up. You'll be here for the next two days. Everyone thinks I have you on a special assignment, so nobody will miss you." His words slammed into my mind like cold wind, freezing me for an instant. "Damn you, Ross! This is not funny. Release me right now!" "It's time you learn your place, my little slut. Recognize what you really are. You found the greatest pleasure in your life years ago when those men raped you, and you've been looking for it ever since. You can't have that feeling with your husband, or anyone else. You know that now, so admit it. This is what you've been seeking all these years. What you need." Ross had an unidentifiable glint in his eyes, and it frightened me. "You are mine, now. You were from the first moment I brought you here and saw that distant look in your eyes when you saw the toys here. I could tell you were so in-tune to what took place here, that you could almost smell the stale, left-over sex - and that it excited you like nothing else has since the day you were raped. So, just get used to the idea. You miss it. You miss that feeling of helplessness, of being constrained, humiliated, pain - the raping - all of it." He turned to walk away again and then paused. "One more word from you and I'll leave the jail door open when I leave. As soon as some villager comes in looking for something to steal, they'll spread the word about you being here and you'll have plenty of company. Behave, and I'll let you go back to the unit in a couple of days. Give me any trouble and you'll be just another MIA." I opened my mouth to scream back at him, but suddenly clamped it shut. Was he just acting, roleplaying, or was he serious? Would he really do something like that to one of his soldiers? The look on his face and that evil gleam in his eyes, said he would. Shivering, weak from his rough sex, I sank down in my restraints, letting them support me as I closed my eyes. I think I slept for a while. I was jolted awake suddenly, cold and sore from hanging in my wrist restraints. I was standing in something wet. Mine and Ross' body fluids from his earlier assault. It felt sticky and gooey on my bare feet. Would I ever get clean again? Footsteps! That was what had stirred me awake. Several sets of them! They'd found me! Terror enveloped me as I shivered in the cold basement, unable to run as I simply hung there and waited, vulnerable, and helpless. Silent tears of acceptance ran unchecked down my dirty face. Craning my neck I saw it was Ross. My relief was quickly dispersed when I saw three local men in long robes following him. They began making soft exclamations the second they saw me and then raucous laughter as they realized I was real. Ross stood back silently as they approached to examine me closer. The skinny guy reached out a hand with dirty nails to touch my cheek, and I drew back in revulsion, cowering in fear. They laughed. The old guy with silver streaks in his mangled beard was clearly the main guy. The other two stood back as he touched my breast, then tugged on my nipple. I gritted my teeth, trying not to make a sound, for I suspected that would only excite them more. I was right. He almost pulled my nipple off and when I grunted in pain I saw one of the men grab his crotch and squeeze. As the old guy painfully held onto my nipple, he tried to run his other hand between my legs. When I clamped them tightly, he hurt my nipple until I spread them apart. He found my wet sex and said something to the others, who laughed again. They all now had that look in their eyes that my early rapists had years ago. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run, pulling hopelessly against my constraints - helpless. Damn that word. The old man parted his long robe and extracted his hard penis. Shorter than Ross', it was fat to the point of being elephantine. I pulled back against my chains, to no avail. I saw he was grinning at me, his teeth very bad. "Ross? Please," I pleaded, craning my neck to see him. "Please don't do this." I could see the spot he'd been standing and it was now empty. He was gone. I was alone with these three animals. Tears flooded my eyes, as things because blurry. When I could see again, I found all of them had disrobed, their cocks hard and sticking out. None of them were grinning, now. I struggled against my bonds, feeling helpless, vulnerable in my nakedness. There was also the usual excitement of helplessness starting to boil just below the surface. The old bearded man stood behind my shapely ass now, his hands on my hips. I felt the head of his bloated dick touching my hairless entrance, tantalizingly soft. I couldn't help myself. I lifted my ass and he ploughed forward painfully. I cried out sharply at the savagery of his unexpected entry, and saw that excited the other two even more, as they stroked their cocks and awaited their turn. In some ways, the old man's entry was more painful than Ross's had been. He was much thicker than Ross, and was pushing my walls before its massive crown, stretching me as I'd never been stretched before. He couldn't hit bottom, but he didn't have to. He literally pulled my vagina walls out when he withdrew, and then pushed them back in slowly again. I felt as if he were ripping my linings from my body as he tore me apart. In less than a minute, he was slamming into me like a jack-hammer - and I was helping him. I realized he was whispering into my ear in English. "My first time with an American girl," he grunted softly. "Such a beautiful American girl . . . I will impregnate you this day . . . give you my baby . . . and much pleasure." Grunting louder now as he slammed that awesome thickness into me. I was on the verge of a climax so I didn't care what he said. "You will become a Muslim after this. A whore, but a Muslim whore. The baby will be a Jihad warrior. " He had tremendous stamina for an old guy, jarring me with each thrust. I was suddenly climaxing on his fat cock, shaking and trembling as I cried out my pleasure of multiple orgasms. "You want my baby? You want my baby? " the demented old man was muttering over and over in my ear, humping harder, gasping for breath. "Tell me," he said with a series of deliberatively hard thrusts. "Do you want my baby?" I answered him, as orgasm after orgasm washed over me. "Yes, yes, yes . . ." I cried deliriously, my knees threatening to buckle with pleasure as I clinched my pussy walls around the unnatural thickness of his knobby shaft. "Give me your baby. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me." Then the old man grunted loudly and I felt him pumping his filthy sperm deep inside my womb. It felt like a quart. Hot, watery spurts, immediately sliming my legs as the copious amount became too much for my over-stuffed vagina to hold, squirting out from around the tight seal of his huge cock. A baby? I thought fleetingly. God, I hope not! I felt him slip out, replaced instantly by the skinny guy. He may have been skinny but he was substantially endowed, and he used it like a post-driver! I felt another orgasm building almost immediately. He wouldn't let me reach my climax, though. Every time I got close and began rotating my ass, pushing back to meet his thrusts, he'd slow down or pull out completely until I cooled off. I vaguely realized my hands were free. The third man had retrieved my keys and unlocked them, unnoticed. Without their support to hold me up, my trembling knees gave way and I sank to the floor, still trying to keep Skinny's pleasurable fullness inside me. I felt the third man's close presence, opened my clinched eyes and saw his substantial cock inches from my face. It was a pretty large one by any standards, but mostly brown with white splotchy areas on it. His balls were hairy and matted with things I didn't care to think about. He stunk, too. I wondered if what all the soldiers said about these guys fucking their goats was true. He certainly smelled like it could be. Had he in fact, screwed a goat earlier and now wanted me to suck his unbathed cock? I gagged at the thought, attempting to pull away, but his hands wrapped tightly in my hair, pulling on it until I cried out. When I did, he shoved his cock in my opened mouth and down my throat all the way to his balls. Choking and gagging, I struggled, but he tightened his grip in my hair and held me fast, until I saw white spots flashing inside my head. Only then did he ease out so I could breathe again. He kept this up for a few minutes, but I finally got to the point I could anticipate his move and suck in more air just before I found my nose buried in his matted pubic hair again. He eventually settled down and let me do my thing. I licked the unbathed crown, its pungent earthy taste stinging my tongue. I finally summoned up as much saliva was I could, and constantly fighting my gag reflex, and literally washed his cock with it using my mouth. I let the collected saliva seep from around my loose lips and run down his shaft onto his balls. Only then could I stand to finish what I knew I had to do. My repugnant task didn't go unnoticed by the others. They were closely watching me do my distasteful chore and it must've been reflected in my face. I finally got to the point where I could stand it, and it started tasting good. Maybe it was because Skinny was pretty good at what he was doing back there. Maybe he'd had lots of practice on his goats, if the stories were true. In any event, I found myself pushing backward to capture more of his cock inside me, and vigorously rotating my hips against his taunt belly. I grudgingly admitted that maybe my CO was right. Maybe I was damaged goods and unfit for any decent man. How could I go back to my husband now that I'd done this, notwithstanding the fact that I was reveling in every bit of it. My loving husband was serving in another war zone, and here I was waiting for these dirty old men to dump their loads inside me. That's all I was. A place for men to empty their balls - a cum dump. I quickly lost my train of thought as Skinny began slamming into me harder, jarring me as he hit bottom. I couldn't stifle the small groan of pleasure it brought. The old man laughed loudly at my submission. "I gave you a baby in your American pussy. Now Ali will give you one in your whorish mouth! Ha, ha, ha." I slipped from the present onto that distant plain I always did when I was nearing a mind-numbing orgasm. All that remained in the world was the cock in my mouth, and the one driving me wild in my vagina. I licked the length of Ali's cock, making love to it, my free hand found his hairy balls, massaging them gently, sliding my tongue down the large vein, gently nibbling at its base, and then back to suck the purple crown. He wasn't circumcised and he found great pleasure when I nibbled his foreskin. His cock was jerking in my mouth and I knew he was close. I wanted my reward for what I'd had to do, but he yanked it free, letting it jerk just inches from my face. I'd have to wait. I watched as Ali walked to the corner of the great room and began pissing. When he finished, he came back and knelt in front of me again, drops of urine still on its tip. The old man said something and they all laughed. It wasn't hard to figure it out, something about how he should've just pissed in my mouth, I'm sure. Ignoring the urine droplets, I gratefully lowered my face to swallow it again, giving my ass to Skinny, who was moaning loudly as he grew closer to exploding inside me. Ali couldn't hold back a second longer and flooded my mouth with his cream, streams of hot watery sperm coating the roof of my mouth and tongue, running down my chin, sliding into my throat's passage - my reward. I came like a freight train, listening to Skinny grunting as he emptied his balls deep inside my throbbing vagina. As they slipped out of me a few minutes later, I collapsed onto the concrete floor in a mini-coma. Seeking Gratification Ch. 03 From the files of Cleo. Note: I have been asked by several of my fans if "Seeking Gratification" is another story about a client from one of my files. My answer is this. It is "from" one of my clients, but not "about" one of them. I'll explain. Stacy (I promised to use only her first name) is undoubtedly the prettiest female client I I've had to date. She is an Army vet with two deployments to a war zone. I saw her for nearly a year about issues she had related to one of her deployments, not necessarily of a sexual nature. It has been my experience after dealing with other clients who are vets, that war can render unwanted changes in personalities, causing unwarranted feelings of survivor's guilt – and sometimes even things that run much deeper. Stacy's problem is that she feels guilty about how "lucky" she is, unworthy of the many accolades and kudos she receives daily. Being beautiful only adds to her feelings of guilt. We should all have her problems, right? During that time we became pretty good friends and I told her that with their permission, I sometimes write stories for this website, based upon previous client's experiences. Stacy expressed unusual interest in that news and at one point when she voluntarily discussed bedtime fantasies she and her husband share, she gave me a vague outline of one fantasy she'd probably never share with him - but someday hoped she had the courage to. She warned me it was sick and degrading but that each time she fantasized about it, somehow her guilty feelings were lessened afterward, regarding her "near perfect" life. That is the story you read here. She asked me to write it for her, and I had her put it on a recording first so I'd get it right. It was in such stunning detail that I changed very little of what she gave me, using most of it verbatim, even the detailed, fantasized conversations with others. She used some of my analysis remarks and as I scrutinized it later, I concluded that on some level she may even believe some of this actually happened to her. Things of this nature are complicated. My husband and I often engage in some pretty kinky roleplaying, but even after being in this career field for a number of years I am still stunned by such dark thoughts trapped inside the head of a person as stunningly beautiful as Stacy. My only reward is that I received a call months later from her, thanking me for what I had done for her. She said that after re-reading her story countless times, she had finally shared her fantasy with her husband and that they were now closer than ever. Sometimes I get lucky and can help some lost soul. A few readers have already criticized Stacy for being a "fool" and a "worthless slut," etc." I hope most will try to understand her a little, and the turmoil she must've suffered to bring her to this point. All of us should thank her for her service. If you read this Stacy, God bless you. ***** Seeking Gratification Three I know there are people who will hate me for what I'm writing. That's okay. I hate myself. I've never known a single person who actually hated me before, but just knowing there are strangers out there who will now, makes me terribly sad. I didn't start out to hurt anyone. I'm a victim. Somehow the rape broke something important deep inside me and I don't know how to fix it. My shrink said when I was raped at such a young age, before I knew anything of the emotional aspect of the sexual act, the immense pleasure I derived from the trauma had set off certain triggers in my physic. Because I discovered those "vile" pleasures while being constrained and helpless, my damaged physic "expects" me to be helpless now in order to achieve the same results. She said that somehow, being held down and helpless relieves me of all guilt and the shame associated with enjoying this forced sex so much. Pretty deep stuff anyway. I still don't understand it. What I realized as I lay on that dirty concrete floor was I'm not the same person I was only a few days earlier. I'm not the cool, efficient attractive person everybody liked and said they admired. I'm this piece of trash lying in a pool of semen on the floor of an old jail in the middle of Hell. I don't blame John Ross for my situation, either. This was my own fault. I don't even know how many times I climaxed with those local guys day. More than any "normal" person, that's for sure. I once read an article in a medical magazine about a woman who suffered constant orgasms. If people envy her, they shouldn't. She said it was hell for her and she wished to simply die. Lying there, exhausted, emotionally drained, hardly able to stand, I knew if one of those dirty goat herders walked over and shoved his cock in me again I'd be moaning like a bitch in heat in a matter of minutes. I was sick to my stomach, as well as mentally. I lay as motionless as possible, watching the three robed men seated on the floor a few feet away, playing some kind of ancient game. I didn't know how long I'd been out, and was afraid to draw their attention by moving. I felt stiff and sore - and filthy. Ali glanced up unexpectedly and I was suddenly staring right into his black eyes. He said something to the others, stood and walked over. Taking a wrist in each hand, he rolled me onto my back, pinning them to each side of my head. Then, smiling down at me, he knelt on my wrists, opened his robe and dangled his half-limber cock over my face. As soon as he'd re-grasped my wrists with his hands, he leaned forward until his cock's purplish crown was brushing my sealed lips. I tried turning my head but his knees held me firmly in place. Among other times best not known, I could smell our earlier sex on his penis, rich and pungent. Despite the humiliation and disgust I was feeling, I was also fighting the turmoil beginning to rage within me again, and an unwanted wetness slowly seeping between my tightly clamped legs – as an unholy lust surged through me like a flood. I opened my lips and let the large head slip inside. My feeling of helplessness had triggered that monster inside me again. Like I said . . . sick. Almost swooning, I wrapped my lips around the bloated head and slowly slid my tongue all over it, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Ali and causing the others to stare at us. I gazed up at him and saw his smile had grown dreamy and his eyes were filled with emotion. Jeeeez, I thought. Don't tell me this ape is falling in love with me. Then all rational thought faded as I started to gently suck his dick. Soon, Ali was buried deep in my throat like before and he was literally face-fucking me again. I heard someone stand, rolled my eyes to see who it was, and found the old guy alone. Skinny was missing. Then I felt a hand probing my vagina, smearing my juices all over my crotch. I lifted a bit to help him, to capture a finger inside me, and suddenly a searing pain nearly doubled me up. Rolling my eyes downward as far as they would go, I saw Skinny holding a broom handle. He was savagely attempting to get it inside my anus. Squealing around my mouthful of hard cock I twisted, fighting against Ali's penetration so I could protest the invasion, but I had no chance. The end of the handle finally slipped inside and I felt it traveling as far as it would go, only stopping when it hit something tender. He began fucking me with it. It lasted an eternity, but finally was gone, though the pain lingered. Someone roughly pushed my legs apart and rolling my eyes downward, I could see it was the old bearded guy holding his unnaturally fat cock lined up to enter me. The sight initially made me clinch tight, but then I relaxed, eagerly lifting up my ass to help him. I gasped around Ali's cock when the old guy slid his bloated cock-head through my slit, like a knife cutting through soft butter. Top-to-bottom, over and over, hitting my clitoris each time he did it. By the third or fourth time, the pain from Skinny's assault had almost completely dissipated and I was twisting my ass in an effort to capture the deformed old cock inside me. I remembered how much it had hurt earlier, but my need was overpowering and I simply didn't care. He laughed shortly at my humiliating and futile attempts to be filled. I was nearly panting with my urgency, when Old Guy roughly pushed my knees forward, mashing them against my breasts, and holding them there as he pressed his elephantine penis against my puckered anus. No, I wanted to plead! Not there! Twisting my small body I squealed around Ali's cock, but they ignored me. I hadn't even noticed Skinny was beside me until he tugged on my nipples so hard they hurt. That was nothing compared to the pain now being generated from my rear passage. I was on fire. I heard the old guy spit, felt something wet hit my ass-cheeks and him rubbing it on my tortured anus. At least it was soothing, as was the warm, unmoving cock inside my oral cavity. More pain quickly followed though as he inserted what I thought might be his finger, a nail scrapping me – and then two fingers. My squealing grew louder around Ali's cock. Ross, you motherfucker! Help me, I mentally pleaded. But no help came. Just more pain. Unbelievable pain. Ripping, tearing, scalding pain of the worse kind, mainly because it was in such a tender, unnatural place. Before his cock was half-way inside, I was in so much agony that I believe I blacked out for a time. My first recollection was that Old Guy's belly was pressed tightly against my upraised ass-cheeks, and he was gasping for breath. Fleetingly, I hoped he'd die of a heart attack. Ali was still in my mouth but still motionless, apparently enjoying my debasement as Old Guy had forced his deformed cock inside me. The pain wasn't as bad right then but when he moved a little it returned. He began to slowly ease his knobby cock out of my grasping anus as I gritted my teeth gratefully, hoping my ordeal was finally over. It was like having the biggest bowel-movement of my life! Hope was short-lived for the flared crown remained inside me as he just as slowly shoved it all the way back in until I felt his stiff groin hairs against my cheeks. Eventually, he fell into a slow rhythm, in-and-out. As soon as he did, Ali picked it up and I tasted his pre-cum beginning to coat my mouth again – exciting me almost to orgasm. The fierce pain in my rectum was now just a dull ache as Old Guy slid his fat cock in and out, flexing it occasionally and grunting. "I gave you a baby in . . . your belly . . . and Ali gave you one . . . in your mouth. Now I will give you one . . . in your ass-hole," he chuckled loudly. He repeated it in Arabic and they all had a good laugh. Then his face grew serious as he began to fuck me in earnest. I wasn't actually enjoying it, but it wasn't really painful either. In fact, being butt-fucked only added to the feeling of helplessness and debasement as I slobbered on Ali's throbbing cock. Old Guy abruptly pulled out of me and jabbered something to Ali and Skinny. I was pretty sure he hadn't cum, for I would've felt it. Skinny replaced Old Guy between my legs, unexpectedly slamming his cock into my gapping vagina so hard I cried out with something that resembled joy. The other two helped roll me over so I was on top of Skinny now, face-to-face with him. Wrapping his dirty fingers in my tangled hair, he forced my head down and crushed my mouth against his, sticking his evil tongue all the way to my tonsils. With him hammering into me from below, I soon forgot about his bad breath and rotten teeth, willingly sucking his tongue, answering urgently it with my own. As soon as I was in position and responding, Ali jerked my face away from Skinny and reinserted his jerking cock into my seeking mouth, and I chomped down on it hungrily. I was in heaven and nothing else mattered in the world - just the two cocks of these dirty strangers. I could've stayed there forever, as firecrackers began to ignite deep in my soft belly. That was before Old Guy slammed his cock back inside my anus! I tried to scream, squealing loudly, to no avail, as the three of them began fucking me with a vengeance! I was completely immobile, helpless as they plummeted into me with savage abandon. Helpless - raped again. The words kept running through my mind – exciting me as never before. The monster inside was growing, begging for release. I felt that release growing rapidly inside my belly. I was whimpering and trying to help them, my elusive monstrous climax building deep inside! They were all going to cum in me. Dirty filthy cum, running out of everywhere – so good – so good - so nasty! I began shuddering as the first climax hit, and then shaking apart in pieces as more followed. I tasted Ali's watery sperm shooting into my mouth, stinging my tongue, sliding down my throat, my chin, running everywhere. Skinny and Old Guy came next, splashing their vile fluid inside each orifice. I felt it bouncing off my tender cervix, the walls of my bowels, farther triggering continuous orgasms until blackness finally overtook me. When I became aware again I was lying on my back in a pool of cool semen. My face was sticky, my crotch was sticky, and my entire body ached with fire, including my anus. It was raining on me - warm and soothing. I opened my eyes and saw Skinny standing over me, grinning. He was pissing on me. Oh swell. Well, go ahead and piss on me, I conceded. I deserve it. I watched his strong stream as it slowly diminished to a trickle. I'd had that cock inside me everyplace it'd fit for hours now, drinking his sperm, licking his dirty balls and even his ass-hole. A little piss certainly wouldn't kill me. As he finished, he shook off the final two drops and made it disappear back inside his robe. He spit on me and walked away. Old Guy squatted beside me, gazing at the mess Skinny had made. He grinned. "Not such a pretty American girl anymore now." I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself but my mouth wouldn't work. I was too tired to even form the words. I watched in horrified fascination was he extracted his grotesquely bloated cock and aimed it at my face. I barely had time to shut my eyes before his splatters hit. When he finished he said, "Name our baby, Mohammed." The he walked away, and I saw Ali standing behind him, a sad look on his face. Then he also turned and left, and a minute later I heard their footsteps receding on the wooden stairs. The tomb-like silence of the great chamber soon lulled me back to sleep. I felt fingers on me and groaned. They were bad, I thought listlessly. My eyes burned behind their lids, which were plastered together. When I finally got them unstuck enough to open, I saw Ross knelling between my legs, apparently inspecting me. He glanced up, smiling when he saw I was awake. "Looks like you had a good time." I sat up abruptly, scurrying away frantically on my butt, too weak to stand. "You motherfucker! I screamed at him. "Show a little respect. I'm your CO," he said calmly. "You're a rotten motherfucker, John Ross!" I screamed again. That made him smile, staring down at me. "Have you even used that word before?" I glared back. I hadn't ever used it. I'd never been angry enough to use it before, but I'd never admit that to him. Hot rage pumped through me and if I'd had my .45 I'm not sure just what I'd have done at the moment. "Why?" I yelled. "Why did you let them have me like that? Like I was some animal or something? Why?" "Well . . . for one thing, I knew you needed it . . . and they paid well." That got through, stunning me silent for a moment. "Paid?" I finally whispered. "They paid . . .?" I slumped forward as his words finally soaked in, too near exhausted to react further. I was officially a whore, then. I'd sunk as far as I could go. Tears spilled over and sobs racked my dirty body for several minutes. "The old guy is really rich," Ross was saying, as though attempting to placate me. "He gave me a bundle. Half of it's yours." Swell. A high-paid whore, at least. "I came by a couple of times and looked in to make sure they didn't hurt you. Each time it appeared you were doing just fine," he grinned. "All three of them at once? I couldn't believe that!" My face burned, and I looked away. "I want to go home," I muttered. "Back to my life." "Ha." I knew he was just ridiculing me. "I love my husband. Nothing will change that." "If you really love him, don't put him through what's going to happen when you get back there – if you really do go. You think you can go home after this, as if nothing ever happened? Back to vanilla sex twice a week? Sans orgasms? You'd be climbing the walls in a month. In two, you'd be walking the streets looking for someone to give you more exactly like this. Extend your tour and stay here. That's best for you." "Never!" "Stacy, I just extended for a year. The Brass is so happy they've found someone who likes this shit-hole that I can probably stay until the war's over. They told me to pick my own team. Stay with me. We'll have this old place for as long as we want, to do anything we want!" "You're fucking crazy," I mumbled. "Think about it for a couple days." He held out his hand to help me stand. "Come on, there's a water-bladder on the first floor where the local cops bathed. Let's get you cleaned up. Your clothing is still fresh, so all anybody will know is that you're been on Special Assignment for a day." On the way back to HQ, Ross told me to take a day off and rest up, think about his offer to extend. No one questioned the special assignments story. I slept right through dinner and late into the following morning, missing PT. I went to late breakfast and had just sat down when Margie came up holding a coffee cup. "How did your 'special assignment' work out?" she asked sarcastically. She said the word "special" like it was a dirty word. I didn't look up. "Fine." Suddenly, she looked very sad. "I'm sorry, Stacy. May I sit down?" "Sure. Help yourself." She sat, her large blue eyes wide and moist, staring at me. "I love him, you know?" "Who?" We both knew she meant Major Ross, so she didn't bother to answer. "I knew I was less than nothing to him, but doing what I did let me be close to him." She grinned ruefully, "Besides, I like sex." I still didn't say anything, so she went on. "I'm leaving in a couple days, back to Fort Huachuca. Bound to happen. I'll probably get out. I've had three tours." That shocked me. "But Margie, you're a Staff Sergeant! With what, ten, eleven years in? Why?" "You've always been nice to me, Stacy. You're nice to everybody. You wouldn't be able to find one person on this compound who'd say a bad word about you. Not many people like me that way. I've accepted too many favors. Don't become like me." She smiled sadly. "I said I like sex. I've done it with a hundred guys, some old, some young, pretty much any race. I love it all. Even some girls. I'm Bi. Sex with our CO was the most awesome, by far." She reached across and laid her hand on mine. "Have you ever made love to a girl, Stacy?" I swallowed hard, wanting to withdraw my hand. "No." "If you ever want to, let me know. I often fantasize about doing you." She laughed. "Hell, every guy and half the girls in camp pant after you." Too much information! I was having a little difficulty breathing, the whole idea new to me. Suddenly her large blue eyes and pouty lips took on a whole new meaning for me. I noticed my hand trembling a bit as I picked up my coffee cup to sip. "Have considered extending?" I blurted out with thinking. She smiled prettily and I really saw how stunningly beautiful she was. No wonder Ross went after her. "Are you asking me to?" I didn't answer. I picked up my tray and she followed. Outside, I suddenly said, "If I share a secret with you, will you swear yourself not to repeat it?" Seeking Gratification Ch. 03 She looked very serious as she said, "I'd never do anything you didn't want me to, Stacy. I mean that." "Okay, let me tell you about an old jail. Maybe you can help me inventory it." Seeking Gratification He laughed shortly at my bungling attempts, moving slightly forward to let me trap more of the delicious meat in my mouth. Then even closer, as I felt its sweet thickness sliding over my tongue, into my throat's opening, gagging me for a moment. He withdrew long enough for me to get my breath back, then pushing it all the way into the tight fit of my throat's canal, almost to his balls. I was terrified he would strangle me to death with his enormous tool, right here in this place of torture, and no one would ever know. I was also conscious of the fact that I couldn't move an inch, like the day at the lake when the three guys held me down and raped me. All of it added to my unnatural excitement. He extracted himself from my hungrily sucking mouth, moving it out of the way so I could reach his tremendous hairless sacs. I sucked each of the black orbs into my mouth almost lovingly, and then licked my way back up the vain on the underside of his thick cock. It was too much for him so he buried it in my throat again with a loud groan. "God, I've watched you walking around the compound ever since you arrived, dreaming about doing this. Those sweet lips wrapped around my cock, burying it to the balls inside that sweet white pussy. You're the prettiest soldier I ever got to fuck and this is going to last! The crotch of your pants is sopping wet right now. I can see the wet spot, dark and sweet. You are one hot, beautiful little bitch." He groaned again as I started gagging, pulling out just a bit to let me breathe. Then he started fucking my mouth in earnest, his balls slapping against my chin each time, pre-cum almost continuous now as my tongue tirelessly lathed the underside of his meaty organ. I vaguely wondered how we looked at that moment, a petit white woman and an enormous black man, one constrained, the other using her for his enjoyment. Did this stir up ghosts from the past in here, or just in my own mind? He pulled halfway out, his body stiffening as he grunted, and my mouth was suddenly filled with thick, pungent lumps of cream coating my tongue, the roof of my mouth, sliding down to pool somewhere deep inside my warm tummy. He slammed in all the way as he convulsed against my face, completely emptying himself inside me. Totally helpless, I became his vessel, the place for him to drain his spunk. I almost came simply from the excitement caused by the feeling of his ejaculation. My mind was flashing images of three men hammering into my body so many years earlier, going a hundred miles an hour, standing at the edge of the world again, and then falling off. Helpless, so helpless. Simply used like a dump. Like a disposal. Useless. Expendable. I suddenly climaxed hard, really hard! So intense, it racked my body until I was shuddering savagely all over, moaning and crying out my release. I became vaguely award later he was standing behind me, his hands fumbling at my belt. I felt the cool air as he pushed my pants and panties down over my butt. Then his mouth was covering my shaved vagina from behind, his tongue moving deep inside me. He licked all the way from my pubic mound to my puckered anus, pausing to gently bite my clit each time his tongue rolled over it. God, he was so good at this! I was still having tiny little explosions from the oral sex before, so those didn't let up as I started Cumming again, screaming, over and over. Something was stretching me horribly back there, burning, and hurting now. So good. Yes. Real pain engulfing me as he forced his garth inside a place much too small to accommodate it, stretching my vagina walls as they were never intended, pushing them rudely aside to seek my core. He found it. Tender and spongy, painfully, excruciatingly pleasurable. I cried out my pleasure as he began fucking me full force. The first man to have me since I'd married. I was a slut, a whore – helpless - unable to resist. I don't know how many orgasms I had, but at the end I was sobbing uncontrollably. I was also getting really tender inside when he finally filled my canal with thick soothing cream. I listened a long time to him grunting as he cried out with his release. I savored each sound he made, making me want even more but feeling too weak to seek it. We both collapsed, him draped over my bent, sweating, back - me still attached to the device and unable to move. Helpless. That thought made me clinch my vagina lips, feeling my ravaged pussy gushing even more fluid, wanting to be filled up again. Still wanting more. So helpless. I felt his cum running down both thighs, making little bubbling noises as it sputtered from my pussy. There must have been a ton of it, I thought, clinching tightly again, wanting to feel it soiling my nether area. The weight on my back eventually withdrew as Ross stood and walked around in front of me, unceremoniously burying his cock in my mouth again. It felt slick and slimy, deliciously sweet. "Can't go back to work all sticky, can I?" he laughed. If I'd thought he was now going to go all romantic on me now that it was over, that elusion quickly evaporated with his crude remarks. Unable to help it, I made small slurping noises as I licked and sucked him clean. Still locked into the device and unable to look away, I was forced to watch as he stuffed his black monster back inside his pants right in front of my face. He was smiling all the time, humiliating me. Only then did he unfasten the hasp on the contraption so I could climb out of my cramped prison, barely able to stand as I pulled my soiled camos up and belted them securely. The crotch was wet and cold against me. I felt soiled and terribly used, my pussy still throbbing and leaking his filthy sperm – but I also felt strangely satisfied for the first time in years. I felt my CO staring at me, and glared up at his black face with defiance. "You are one beautiful woman, Stacy," he said softly, reaching out to touch my cheek. "Hot and sexy, but without being sluttish about it. I like that a lot." He walked away, looking back over his shoulder. "Time to get back. Take the rest of the day off. In fact, take off until I call for you. I'll let you know when I need you again."