22 comments/ 61273 views/ 15 favorites Just Me By: luckygirl18 This submission is a little different. It's just me, my soaked pussy and one of my toys. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. As always I hope you enjoy. ~luckygirl * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (2 min/mp3) * * * * * Just Me and My Dad For several weeks, I tried on little tops to find the one that best showed off my huge tits, preparing for my evening with him. I would sit in front of my mirror, testing blouses for the one that would allow him to see lots of my cleavage. It was a seduction that I had been waiting years for, and I wanted it to be just right. I had masturbated every chance I could find lately. My life had become that of a bored and horny housewife. At thirty-eight years old, I had hit some kind of crazy sexual peak that my hubby could not keep up with. Then when I started reading romance novels, it threw me into an erotic frenzy. My clit was constantly on fire; so sensitive that the slightest brush against it would moisten my pussy lips and turn my nipples into hard little rocks. There were multitudes of fantasies going through my head during those weeks. There were sexy actors, and guys from the street; ex-boyfriends and women. Anyone who made me cum as I rubbed my clit alone in my bed was allowed to fuck me in my imagination. But, these fantasies only lasted so long. When I became bored, I bought a sweet little vibrator that kept me happy for several weeks. But, even the little vibrator could not keep me from the deep dark thoughts in the back of my mind. Soon I resorted to rape fantasies, just to get off. I couldn't cum anymore. I had tried everything I could on my own to keep my mind off of the true cock I had been dreaming of lately. My daddy's cock. I forced myself to masturbate over and over, to cleanse my head of the dark thoughts of my dad. Every time I found a new way to make myself cum, it would bore me too quickly and my pussy would dry in protest. Only one thing would instantly make me wet again; thoughts of my dad fucking me. In an incident years ago when I was home on break from college, I walked in on him lying naked on his bed. I saw his erect penis, and could not look at anything else. He covered it with the bed sheet when he caught me looking at him. But just the memory of his cock had recently become a guaranteed way to make me cum instantaneously. In my fantasy, though, he does not cover up, but instead I climb onto the bed with him, and gently suck the tip of his cock. Another fantasy was from a night a few years ago, when I watched a movie together with dad in his living room. The movie was one of his favorites, and it became erotic at times, with vivid sex scenes. I felt uncomfortable in the room with only dad. But when I stood up to leave, my dad became angry and ordered me to stay and finish watching it. That was all that happened. But in my fantasy, I join him on the sofa, cuddling my body close to him. Eventually the erotic movie scenes and my body close to him would prove too tempting, and I would watch his erection grow in his pants. He would start rubbing my thigh, gingerly at first but then more roughly when I do not protest. He would move up my skirt to my panties, expertly moving them aside and running his thick finger up and down the slit of my pussy. I would moan, while he dips the tip of his finger into my warm wet honey pot and rubs the juices all over my throbbing clit until it glistens. Next he moves his hands under my shirt, and cups my enormous breasts in his large hands. I loved the raw, filthy thoughts of being violated. That was all it took, and I would cum all over myself. It was the only way I could cum anymore. I planned the evening on a night his new wife Elena was out of town. He seemed eager for me to come over, and he called multiple times throughout the day to make sure I was still coming over. It made me hot to be wanted. I brought wine. I knew how alcohol affected him. "Hi daddy." I said as I entered his house. As I went to hug him, I paused for a moment to press my breasts into him. Then I took my hand and cupped his chin, and kissed him softly on the cheek. I wanted him to know this visit was special. We were discussing a legal matter of mine, and as he spread the documents onto the table I made sure to stand close to him, bending over the table so he could look down my shirt and see my large breasts. I did not wear a bra that night. After a few glasses of deep red wine, I planned my move. I remembered a night months ago when he was drunk, he had grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs to his office. Out of a drawer he pulled large prints of his wife, Elena, topless on a beach, and handed them to me. He was giddy like a young boy, and beaming with pride at his naughty little photos. I did not know what to say. I remembered feeling embarrassed and confused. But mostly I felt seething jealousy, looking at Elena's large, perfect tits. "Dad, I want to ask you something." I said, looking as innocently at him as I could across the table. "Do you still have the photos of Elena topless on the beach?" "Yes." He replied. "I've still got them." "Could I see them again?" I asked. "Sure." He said, and I followed him upstairs to his bedroom. He pulled the photos from his bedside drawer. I plucked one out of his hand, and sat on the bed across from him to look at it. I held the photo, looking at her large, naked breasts. I thought of my dad's hands all over her breasts, massaging them, and felt a rush of jealousy. "She is so sexy." I said, and moved my other hand to my breast, caressing it lightly through my thin shirt as I stared at the photo. "Yes, she is." He said, looking at me. "You are a lucky man." I said. "She is a lucky girl, too." He did not move, just sat watching me stroke my chest. "I wonder how my breasts compare?" I said, and pulled my shirt over my head. My huge tits popped out, my nipples hard and erect and every nerve in my body tingling. This was it. I hoped that he wanted me. He moaned at the sight of my bare breasts, and took a sharp breath in. I relaxed a little. "What do you think of them?" I asked, innocently fondling my tits. I began squeezing my nipples, making them even harder, so he could see them at their best. "You have beautiful breasts." He groaned, his eyes dark with passion. "Thank you." I said, flirting. I leaned back on his bed, resting my elbows behind me so that my back arched, my tits pushed out, on display to him. He moved over to me slowly, not looking at my face, and lightly caressed my breast. I gasped at how dirty I felt. My pussy warmed and tingled. His hand cupped my breast, and then pulled at my nipple. I could feel his body relax, and he started rubbing his hands all over my soft flesh, then to my other breast, massaging it roughly. He lowered his head and I watched my dad's mouth sucking on my hard nipple, his tongue rolling all around the hard tip, his spit making it glisten. It made me almost cream myself. I closed my eyes and willed my orgasm to pace itself. His hand moved to rub my tummy, then continued down further and further until he reached the elastic waistband of my skirt. I longed for his fingers to dip down under the fabric. Instead, he surprised me and his fingers found their way up my thighs from the bottom of my skirt and up to my shaved pussy. I could feel his warm breath on my face. I moaned as he rubbed his finger along my slit. His finger found my warm wetness, and he started a slow circle around my clit. My pelvis rose to him instinctively. He smiled, and started rubbing faster, with deep pressure. "Yes." I moaned, hoping he would keep going. My clit burned from his touch. He spread my pussy lips apart, exposing my raw clit and used two fingers to rub it roughly. Then he pumped two fingers into my pussy hole. I moaned deeply, feeling the tingle in my lower stomach so intensely I thought I would burst. But, I could not cum for some reason, though I desperately wanted to. Then, with his fingers still stroking my pussy, he put his lips to mine, his tongue penetrating my mouth, and kissed me deeply and sweetly. There it was. My body tensed, my legs twitching as the orgasm rocked my body. I relaxed into him. I moaned as the juices streamed down my pussy, coating his fingers. Just Meat -------------------------------------- The following is fiction, intended to entertain. If it doesn't, by all means erase, exit or otherwise eliminate it from your life, as is your right. If I offend or disturb you in anyway, I am sorry, for that is not my intention. If by chance, I make you smile, or maybe wiggle in your seat, well, you'll be getting a touch of what I felt while writing this story. And that's exactly why I wrote it. Thank you sincerely, for your precious time. -------------------------------------- Chapter One Fog, whispers, a hint of light, "Was it dawn already?" An idyllic scene if it weren't for the fact he couldn't move. Pulling on his powerful arms produced nothing but an isometric exercise, anchored at his wrists, arms perpendicular to his body. His legs were similarly locked, ankles perhaps three feet apart. There was no pain, only an absolute restraint. He was helpless, but why? "He's comin' 'round," A voice said from somewhere near. The fog in his mind was clearing faster than that in his eyes. He blinked, pulled on all his limbs again, struggling to rise up from the abyss. Then something touched his tensioned bicep. "Round is right," Another voice said as the hand grazed over the smooth but very hard curve of his muscles. "Yes, but hard is good too," Yet another voice chimed in. "This the best you can do?" He was upright! His vision still failed, but sensory perceptions were coming on line. His mostly limp cock was suddenly cupped, squeezed and pulled. Naturally, this instantly initiated the member's inevitable rise. He fought the urge, trying to concern himself with his safety before lust, but the damn thing had a mind of its own. The hand was foreign to him, boldly stealing liberties only he had the authority to grant. Who the hell was fondling him? "Oh! A sensitive man!" The woman said in a mocking voice, reacting to the growth. "I like a sensitive man, don't you Cherry?" There was a hiccup of a chuckle as the hand continued to work on his shaft. The hand on his bicep squeezed tightly on his mass, joined by another attempting in vain to circle his arm. "Oh yes, Mar... ah, Musk, I certainly do," Said the voice. There was a chuckle between the women. He instinctively flexed a massive bicep and the arm massage stopped while the same voice asked, "Are we sure he can't get loose?" There was surely no doubt in his mind. Short of a Sampson style of grunt and grind against his bindings, he'd been able to produce absolutely no indication of escape. Still, he tensed his arms and legs again, trying with his considerable strength to pull them away from their ties. The following guttural laugh had an even deeper tone than that of the one called "Musk," and therefore signified a third woman in the vicinity. "I'm sure all right, Cherry. He's not going anywhere, baby. He's ours!" The voice rang a bell, but was immediately forgotten as a hand slammed smartly down on his chest. He wished he could see the pink imprint it was sure to have made, but he could see nothing more than an occasional hint of a shadow in front of him. "OH! That must have hurt," Said the voice named "Musk." "You don't have to worry, Musk. Does she Mr. Bartholomew Swain?" The lowest of the voices, still with no name, seemed dangerous. The tone was manlike, and the slap was powerful. The hand lifted and came down hard again on his bare chest, this time over his left nipple. How did she/he know his name! None of these voices was the least bit familiar. Wait, did he recognize the third voice? Why was he tied up, and who had managed to subdue him long enough to do so? Why couldn't he see them plainly? What the hell was going on? He suddenly felt panicked. Something was on his head, hell, in his head! The hand crashed hard on the chest again, now on his right nipple. He must look a lustful sight, he thought – a complete hand print on each nipple and the center of his lightly haired chest. His cock was at full mast. A shadow appeared in his vision, was it coming back? Unfortunately, he could not make out details. He instinctively attempted to speak, and found his mouth full, stretched like his body, his jaws wide open. How had he missed that? What other sensations were attacking him? The panic grew. "Oh look, girls. He's waking up now. The drug is wearing off." It was the voice of Musk again. What the hell kind of name was "Musk?" And no one really named their kid "Cherry," did they? Bart's mind swirled as he felt the hand on his chest begin to slide down his sternum. He pictured the pink imprints left above as the fingers slowly slipped below. The low voice barked again, "He's just meat, ladies, nothing more, just meat." There was silence for a moment, and then, "And he's ours." Something smacked his left ass cheek, hard. The smack and severity of the sting told him he'd been paddled with something hard. Frustratingly, he felt his dick jump too. Musk said, "Yeah." She tugged again on his shaft, continuing to coax it into full mast muster, despite his efforts to halt the process. "Do that again Ban! He really likes it. Here Cherry, here, put your other hand on this with mine. Feel his cock jump." "Ban?" He wondered, searching his memory for recollection of any of them. Another hand joined Musk's, and another paddle smack on his ass brought forth the desired reaction. Both women giggled, one squeezing his balls with her other hand, a little harder than he liked. "That's right girls," The scary, guttural bitch, if she was a bitch, said with some cynicism in her voice. "Just meat." Another smack on his ass. "Isn't that right, Mr. Swain? Mr. Meat. You are meat, on the hook, our meat, on our hook." Another smack. What kind of name was "Ban?" Why the hell was she so bitter? What did he do to offend her? And why were three women so pissed off at him? He couldn't think of a single person he'd offended recently, let alone three. Bart was a steel worker in New York's Borough of the Bronx, a hard working, guy's guy. He spent his free time at the gym and lifted weights like they were meant for him. He liked how his physique opened eyes, at work and at the occasional bar he would drink at. He especially liked how the workouts made him feel afterward. The pulsing power of his body let him walk with pride and honor through the world, unafraid and unbothered, until now. So much for the power of physique – he concentrated on the power of will. Another paddle on his ass brought another pulse through his dick and more tugs and squeezes on his balls and cock. More paddles landed. The women laughed at the sureness of the reaction, and at the humiliation of such a powerful man. "Coming around," He thought. They had drugged him, and somehow extracted him from the bar. He remembered the bar. There was a gorgeous, black, blond at the bar, one he'd seen before, but never talked to. She wasn't plastic, despite the incongruous look. She handled it with class and pride, a pride he respected, quiet yet speaking volumes to anyone who approached. He'd eyed her keenly a number of times, each with a familiar stirring in his crotch. She was built like a brick shithouse, large breasts that only a man like himself could handle properly, and wide hips to receive only the largest of men. At least that's the way he thought of her. That night, she offered him a drink that night, and like a fool he refused, as he had at least once before. He would never do anything to obligate himself to another. He'd grant favors anytime, but never ask for or accept a single one. The blond seemed pissed at his refusal, despite his respectful smile. He offered to buy her one in return, but the offense was already committed and she refused him right back. Bart tried now to remember what he'd done to piss her off so much. Chapter Two His body suddenly rotated in three dimensional space. A vision of an astronaut, strapped in a gyro, one of those sensory testing devices to see how long before you puked, flashed through his mind. But in this case, just as quickly as he'd begun to spin, he stopped. Flat on his back, suspended strangely on a complicated combination of support points, he felt a soft but firm support under his mid to upper back, something padded, and maybe half the width of his frame. His head was resting on something similar, just a little softer, and also covered with something reminding him of a vinyl chair. He was comfortable but not overly so. His lower torso was held up at his cheeks with similar vinyl cushions, and his wrists and ankles were still unmoving. He'd gone from standing to a rack on the level. He remembered her bulging shirt. The flesh of her breasts were both inviting and challenging, practically shouting, "Come and get us!" Her long blond hair looked natural, though it had to be died of course, and the rest of her body was healthy trim. Her voice! He remembered how he had been moved by the low, exotic sound of the woman. He'd wondered what it would be like to get such a powerful woman in bed, someone who would challenge him instead of just lying back and surrendering. "I need a wash, girls," The big blond named Ban said. "You two keep him busy." The hands resumed their work on his groin and he took the break from the paddling to try to remember more. The beautiful black woman had muscular arms surging from her blouse. He hadn't seen her legs, but somehow he knew she was a body builder. The arms and voice had said it all. He remembered being more interested than he'd first thought. Excusing himself from their very brief and unsuccessful words, he got up from his stool and headed for the men's room. The hands began to pull harder on his cock and balls, the two women jockeying for position. Then a mouth engulfed the head of his shaft and a finger simultaneously rummaged around his ass. It all felt too good to complain, and yet it was nothing less than rape. He fought the ties, but gave up quickly. He realized his heart wasn't that set on freedom. "That was it!" He thought in a moment of renewed clarity. When he'd gone to the can, she'd drugged his bear. He'd come back, continued to sip away while carrying on some conversation with the Amazon, and then... nothing. That was the end of his memory. But there was certainly no question in his mind. It had to be her who was now known as Ban. Damn! He'd been drugged, kidnapped and was now being set up for the ultimate humiliation, or violation. He shuddered. "He likes it! Musk, he likes it so, doesn't he?" Cherry's voice asked with some glee. There was a moment of hesitation, for Bart knew now it was Musk who was sucking the head of his cock. She let him go and answered, "Wouldn't you, darling?" Then the suction resumed. The gag was pulled roughly from his mouth and just as suddenly he couldn't breath. It happened so fast. A shadow past over, and then he was smothered. He bucked, and got nowhere. He blew, and air left his lungs, but it would not come back. His body convulsed and the first pangs of fear ripped through his brain. Was this it? The big bad black blond laughed loudly, her husky guffaw infuriating him. He was dying and she was laughing? Then the smother lifted, and he sucked a lungful of air. He heaved it all back out and took another drink of the life giving gas. The blond laughed again and said, "What's a matter, Mr. Meat? Huh? You afraid of three little ladies?" She laughed some more before ordering, "Wash me!" Bart suspected that the other two women, silent in Ban's glee, were not as sadistic. He decided to store that data in hopes he could use it later. Then the smother returned. This time Bart realized that cutting off his air was not the objective, but a side effect. The blond wanted him eating her wet pussy and was going to stop at nothing short of his asphyxiation to see him do it. He moved his lips on her crotch. "Ahhh!" The bitch said, "Now you're getting the picture." But it wasn't her pussy. In a further act of humiliation, the bitch had slammed her ass in his mouth. He had no choice but to service her. There was no use fighting back. What could he accomplish against such odds? His tongue emerged and speared her ass to get it over with. "That's better, Mr. Meat," She said, rocking her tightly puckered asshole back and forth over his lips. Much to his own surprise, he found himself trying to get at her pussy! What the hell was going on here? He'd been kidnapped, secured unfailingly to some special device, and was now being violated in just about every way he could imagine. And he wanted to suck her pussy? "I know what you're thinking, Mr. Meat. But you can't have it. Not yet anyway. You'll just have to live with what you get. That's it now, just keep sticking that tongue a bit further up my ass. Yeah... very nice." She rocked on his face. The other two women must have been getting horny while touching and sucking him, and watching their apparent leader pummel him with her ass. One minute he had hands and a mouth on his cock, and the next, he had a pussy wrapped tightly around it. The finger in his ass came out at one point, and was replaced by two. The rape was developing quickly. "Oh my God!" Musk exclaimed, obviously the one riding his groin. He had no way of knowing how far off the ground he was, or how they were supporting their own weights. He knew only that one womanly crotch was forcing him to gorge on her ass, and another was forcing his cock to penetrate a full eight inches into that which he could feel but not see. He was in heaven and hell, at once. Lust was winning the struggle in his mind. The fingers in his ass were the crushing blow. He couldn't take someone working his cock and ass at the same time. It was just too much. If they kept this up, he'd be cuming in no time. Sure enough, his body lurched upward as best it could, and the first burst of sperm shot up into Musk. Shit began to happen fast. "What!" Ban demanded, "Did he just cum!?" She rose and dropped on his face hard. "Ohhh yes," Said Musk in an ethereal tone. "And he still is – a gusher like I've never seen." He felt what had to be Cherry's face around his balls, her tongue lashing away, probably lapping up his cum spilling from Musk's molten pussy. Seeing this must have infuriated Ban even more. "Damnit!!! You mother fucker! Cum for them and leave me with a measly tongue licking?" She bounced on him a couple more times, squishing his head onto the vinyl cushion, then jumped off entirely. There was a commotion all around him. Ban ordered the two women off his lap. He felt the fingers withdraw from his ass, and the pussy leave his softening cock to wave in the relatively cool air. All sensations stopped, except for the restraints of course. There was silence, nothing more than the lingering smells of sex and sweat in the air. He sensed them, but could not swear they were there. It wasn't too long however, before he heard whispering some distance away. He wondered if this was the end of his life. Chapter Three Time passed, though his sense of it was dreamy. His cock went limp. His body chilled. The room remained silent. He thought more about the night before. He could not add much to his recollection. Ban had to be the blond black amazon, and maybe the other two were just friends, or even girl toys of hers. The sadistic bitch didn't like them getting his jiz one bit, and pummeled his face with her ass. She was jealous as hell and dangerous. He was about to shout, to demand to know what the hell was going on, when the device he was secured to flipped again. His body tensed involuntarily as the violent movement turned him on his lengthwise axis. Suspended, face down, he began to assess strange new feelings. His head was held in place with a band wrapped tightly over his forehead. He thought he'd come out of the effects of whatever drug she'd given him, but he hadn't noticed the band before. Blindfolded with the gauze as he was, he hadn't really had the need to rise up and attempt to look around. His waist was similarly secured with a wide, softened belt of some sort, fastened just above his loins and holding him to the device now above him. He felt his legs being manipulated, his knees buckled and pushed downward, though still attached to something. His ankles were pulled up and out, pushed almost painfully beside his upper thighs. His knees were spread outward like his arms, though they would simply not go that far, at least as long as he was alive. His back arched upward at both ends, the control of the device amazing Bart, bearing some similarities to equipment in a sophisticated gym. He heard whirring sounds each time another piece moved. It was as if he was attached to some kind of robotic creature that was having its way with him while serving him up to its little play pals. He felt more helpless than he had ever felt in his life, as his knees were suddenly pushed almost parallel to his body. "Get that table," The bitch ordered. Bart heard it dragged across the floor and somewhere under him. "Now that chair," She ordered the other of her two helpers. Bart heard wheels, casters probably, move across the hard floor and stop somewhere near his head. "Cherry, help me with Musk," The bitch ordered again. Bart heard shuffling and even a grunt. They were working just beyond his head. He saw shadows, but could not discern a single movement he recognized. Then he smelled the unmistakable smell of sex, very close to his nostrils, just before a stanky, sperm filled pussy slopped up against his face. "Eat it, Meat!" Ban ordered from somewhere beside him, the pussy someone else's, "And I don't wanna see another drop spilled! You reap what you sow." He did. Though the bulk of his cum had already dripped or been scrapped from his cock's previous penetration, a sufficient quantity remained to assault both his nose and his tongue. He tasted the salty mix of his jiz and hers and gagged once, before managing to suck the first load into his mouth and down his throat. He lashed out again with his tongue, hoping to keep Ban satisfied with his progress. His tongue speared the cuntal tunnel. His mind angered, and he attacked the offending hole. Ironically, after the initial shock of eating his own cum, he found he rather liked it, a fact he would surely not share with his captors. "On your knees, Cherry, on the table." Ban ordered people around like a drill sergeant. Bart felt someone brush his side, then his stomach in several places. Something was amiss, that was for sure, and it had something to do with being under him. There were other orders, softer and so quiet he barely heard the noise, let alone the words. His ears were suddenly clapped between thighs that kept closing in on his head. About all he could add to his current understanding of the situation was that the woman he was eating had her heels digging into his back to pull her pussy harder and harder onto his face. She was gasping in ecstasy, and in no further need of help. "Now back up," Ban ordered Cherry. Bart felt her push against his cock. "Is it going to hurt, bad?" Cherry whimpered. "Of course it is! That's half the fun of it! It hurts like hell!" Ban hesitated, as if trying to think of what to do next. Then she said in a softer tone, "And then the pain rubs off while the cock goes in. You're in for one of the greatest moments of your life, Cherry." Her voice had gone almost soft. "Now back into it." Bart was sure he was about to fuck a virgin, and he was suddenly shocked. What if she bled? What if he ripped her open with his eight inch member? How old was she? What if she ran to the cops, with both the others backing her up? He was so exposed he shivered again. The next instant was so filled with noise, sensations and surprise he would scarcely remember it all. Ban said, "Like we talked about it, NOW!" Just Meat The pressure on his cock went from touching to ramming. A hand supported it from behind and a slap on his ass stung him and evoked a somewhat muted stabbing forward of his hips. Combined with a courageous push backward by Cherry, who must have been on her knees on a coffee table below him, the mutual thrust inserted all but the last inch or so of Bart's stiff cock deep inside Cherry's ass. There was silence, and no movement. The bitch had talked Cherry into getting fucked in the ass, and now she was probably hurt and unable to move. Bart felt terrible, and yet he could do nothing to withdraw from her chute. As long as she was pushed back at him as she was, he could do nothing to relieve her pain. Musk then asked, "Cherry, are you all right?" More silence. "Cherry?" Musk's voice nearly broke. "Ohhhhhhhhhh myyyyyy Godddddd," Cherry finally said in a gush of air released as if she were a balloon. "You were so right, Ban. It hurt like hell, but now, it feels..." She pulled forward and off a few inches of the sword that impaled her. Then she pushed back in a thrust of half the power of her first. She was more prepared now, the mystery and fear being quickly replaced by lust and greed. This renewed the sensation of fullness and forced another inch of the man's meat up her hole. "Ohhhh that is soooo good." Musk and Ban laughed, though each held secret a pang of envy. Even Bart felt himself smile at the woman's pleasure, not the least bit unhappy now to have his cock buried up her ass. He tried to work it, but was reminded of his severely secured condition. The fondness began to subside. Another slap on his ass brought back the reality of his position. He ate Musk while Cherry pumped his cock with her ass at a steadily increasing pace. Ban was moving around behind him, or between his legs, and was up to something, he was sure. With his ass upturned, his knees spread wide and his body facing down, let alone with his face buried in pussy, he could not have seen what she was about no matter how fearful he was. The panic began to grow again. He was exposed, helpless, and at the mercy of a bitch who'd already proven by her drug inducing behavior and power over all in the room, she was dangerous. He felt the greatest sting yet on his ass as the crack scared them all. "Meat, Baby," Ban growled from behind. "You are nothing but meat. You wheel it around like it's some kind of golden sword. You think the world is yours, you can slay anyone you want, anytime you want." Bart finally figured it out – he wasn't the bad guy. She was punishing him for all the bad things "men" had done to her. He'd never even laid eyes on her before, and she was punishing him for all her pain. It wasn't fair! He gurgled and moaned into Musk's cunt. "You're gonna pay, Mr. Meat, Mr. Perfect Example, for all your cronies, and for as long as I say." She slapped him again on the other cheek. "That's it Meat Man, tighten that ass. I'm comin' for you Meat Man, and I'm gonna make it hurt." She slapped his other cheek, the welts most definitely rising up by now. His first reaction was fear. Was this how it would end? The stings hurt, but not consequentially. Yes, he would have had her stop, if he'd had a choice, and something told him he was in for more pain, but his curiosity, and the first tingling of lust, told him to hang in there. He tried to relax his ass, but the inane fear kept his muscles tensed. She was a pro, but he was powerful. Like a tank retreating into a fortified hide, he felt his sphincter close down tight. Nothing was getting through. Ban pushed something up against his asshole. It parted the muscle's outer rim only. "Feel me at your door, Meat Man?" He tried to nod his head, but realized it was fruitless. Musk had pulled her chair, and pussy, so close up to him with her heels firmly dug into his back that his neck was bent back nearly double. The punishment was actually exciting him. He tried to wiggle his ass in acknowledgement, but Ban took it the wrong way. "What!" She shouted, enraged at what she misinterpreted to be a taunt. "Oh God!" Musk shouted, nearly cuming in Bart's face. "Take him already! Fuck him! Now! Drive him to me!" "Yeah, Ban," Cherry gushed, "Live up to that name. Fuck him to me!" Bart had no icdea what they were talking about. What name? "Ban?" Wait! He started to think more clearly. For the first time things were beginning to make some sense. Musk, the name of the one who seemed to like to shove her musky smelling twat in his face every chance she got. Cherry, the virgin ass he'd just taken to a new life. And now Ban, what was... Oh shit! Chapter Four The pain ripped up around his puckered ass and fired through his system to his brain and right out to his eyes, which lit up like white hot embers. He felt the body against his groin, hips pushing on his cheeks and flesh against the beginnings of his thighs. Hands were holding the muscles of his waist and pulling the massive intruder hard up against him. The other girls groaned loudly at whatever reaction they'd gotten from his tortured lurch, and soon were begging for more. Thankfully, for the moment at least, Ban, Banana he had figured out a moment before he was impaled, just held him. She had filled him up with something so lifelike he could have sworn it was a real cock. Then again, no real cock was as big and stiff as what now filled his ass. The others chided Ban again for another lurch, and soon were begging for more torture of the man who was pleasuring them completely at their behest. Musk was running her pussy up and down his face like a dog cleaning his ass after a shit. Cherry had lost all composure and was huffing and grunting with every slam of her ass back on his out of control cock. And suddenly Ban pulled her huge dildo out of his ass and let the membrane close, slowly, but it closed. Bart sighed his relief. Ban laughed her loudest, lowest, guttural laugh yet. Something was changing, but Bart was far too worried about the next, inevitable attack. Ban hated men. She hated him most for he had become, somehow, the personification of all men. What the hell had he done to deserve this? What had men done to her to warrant such hate? He braced himself for the next onslaught. "Meat Man," Ban said in a voice that sounded more like a man than like the bitch at the bar. "Man Meat." She said curiously. She slapped the dong down on the crack of his ass. Bart could have sworn it was real, the way it felt, and compressed and gave when it came in contact. "Meat Man, meet Man Meat," And the dong pushed through his sphincter once again, slower but not stopping until he felt it buried one hundred percent up his ass, and the owner's body pushing snuggly up against his loins. A strap on? It had to be, the most realistic strap on ever, but that's all that would account for the body slam coming at the end of the plunge. Whatever, Bart thought in a moment of clarity, it felt damn good. His own cherry ass was cherry no longer. To his astonishment, he liked the penetration, or was it the bondage, or the rape? He was trying to figure it out when the motion picked up and the huge dildo began to pump his ass in a gathering rhythm. Soon it picked up pace, so slowly it took some time to discern the increasing tempo, but also slowly enough to enable Ban to concentrate on shoving the intruder to its deepest penetration. No matter, thought Bart, for it felt too damn good to complain about anything. "I think he likes it girls," Ban said no longer sounding like a female at all. She was an animal now, a lust driven, hateful animal bent on his sexual destruction. She pumped his ass several times and rolled down on his back, the stiff nipples of her giant tits poking into his skin. Her hands reached under him and pulled on his own tits, pinched and pulled on his pectoral muscles, grabbed and ripped at his flesh. The sensations combined with those evoked by the others to drive Bart to a new height, one he'd never conceived of, let alone fantasized. But the cloud of delight had a hole in it, a place where something still didn't fit. That voice... "I know he likes it, damnit. How are we going to punish someone with torture they love?" She slapped his ass, then grabbed a handful of skin, jerking it up and down to enhance her own experience at his expense. "And you do like it, Mr. Meat, don't you?" She slapped his ass again. Her entire weight was on his back. She was hanging all over him. Her weight didn't bother him at all, for she couldn't have weighed more than one-thirty. It felt good in fact, so good he wanted her to pick up the pace. "You figure it out yet, Meat Man?" Ban pumped his ass hard for effect, then rose up off his back. "You will." Bart was trying to figure what was going on, when he felt the pace of all three of them pick up. He was the first to cum. "Yes!" Cherry said as the volcano of hot jiz erupted in her ass. "Fuck it! Harder! Cum in me more!" She continued to scream, less and less coherently as her own orgasm was inspired this lewdest of acts, and it enveloped her. Bart felt his head jerked back as Musk suddenly gushed a fountain into his mouth. She came like a race horse and bucked and bucked her pussy against his face and bone for all the effect she could get. Between Cherry and Musk, all hell was breaking loose, all over his body. But it was what came next that tore Bart from his world forever – hot jiz burned up his ass like exhaust from a Saturn V rocket. He felt the stuff emerge from the tip of the fat and lengthy tool up his chute, and spread like lava inside him. For a moment, his world stood still. Then the foreign object in his ass pulsed, pushed, and spurted again, another load of hot liquid love. He convulsed involuntarily back on the shaft, his body craving more of the punishing penetration. Spurt after spurt told him for the first time what it was like to be fucked, to be taken, used and ejaculated into like some slutty trash without regard for anyone, or anything else. He was violated in every hole, and in every way. He had no choice, and he had no control. The rape was complete. A second or two after the wave of surprise washed over him, and the sense of violation subsided, he realized just how good it felt to have a cock up his ass, and how it felt to have it fire its lusty contents into his wanton tunnel. He didn't know how Ban had done it, but he sure liked, no, he loved getting fucked up the ass! "Hahahaha..." Laughed Ban behind him as she pumped and pumped his guts. The laugh was in the lowest tone of voice yet, and it gave Bart cause to think yet again about the confusion enveloping him. He slurped greedily at the soaking pussy dripping on his face. He struggled unconsciously to plunge his expended yet still rock solid cock into Cherry's cunt, still sopping from her anal induced orgasm. He also wiggled his hips as best he could in an attempt to encourage the rape of his ass. A slap on his ass was welcomed – it bode well for more punishment. A slap on the other cheek was that much more appreciated. The cock in his ass barely skipped a beat before renewing its assault. Of course, he thought, with latex and rubber, and this was certainly quality stuff, there was no "tired" or "worn out." But what came next was to be the most confusing yet exhilarating moment of his young life. "Take it Bitch," Ban ordered, pounding her cock up his ass to the hilt yet again. "Man meat for Meat Man. Take Banana's banana right up your ass and like it, or I'll fuck you crazy until you do." And then it was clear. The raw words burst forth. Ban was a man, a true tranny with large, real tits and a cock to satisfy the most demanding needs. He must have had a hard time over the years, for he seemed to get off on turning the tables on those who would laugh at his beliefs, or perhaps would take advantage simply because they could. To Ban, Bart must have seemed conceited, refusing the drink at the bar. Or maybe Ban thought he recognized the tranny status of Ban and brushed him off like lint off his shirt. Refusing a drink from a lady would have seemed incredibly rude. Bart thought, "He can't be the devil - he was not really hurting anyone. The wanton tranny had drugged and kidnapped him, yet shared him with his friends, both of whom seemed to have their own needs to satisfy. They had him totally helpless, and yet took some effort to see that he was comfortable, and enjoying the actions they employed. He thought a moment longer and realized that if they hadn't done what they had done, he might never have known what it was like to feel the hot touch of boned flesh inside him. He might never have known what it was like to be helpless on the other end of a cock. He might never have been equipped with new knowledge that he was sure would enhance his sexual prowess and enjoyment, along with that of any future partners he would have. He'd always been picky about his targets in the past, but now a whole new world of lust and desire was spread out before him, a world of new partners, and new appreciation. Musk pushed her chair back with the use of her heels on Bart's back. Cherry rocked forward and off his cock. Bart sucked in a lungful of air, feeling all but abandoned. "You drugged me," He said panting, "Kidnapped and raped me," He paused while the others waited for his next words. There was silence and Ban began to withdraw from his ass. Bart barked, "And if you take that cock out of my ass I'm gonna hunt you all down and fuck you like you think I would." Another moment of silence followed. Then Bart's voice came on again, "You other two, switch positions and lets not waste another minute of this dream." A collective sigh was followed by smiles he could not see, but a resurging cock he could certainly feel. Ban pushed slowly but hard up against his ass and reburied her cock inside him. The one called Musk pulled the gauze and head strap from Bart and gave him a view of a curvy woman with large breasts. Her long brown hair was somewhat askew and her bewildered eyes told of her own confusion and fear. Her tentative smile however also told of her gratefulness that this was going to turn out even better than they'd hoped. She remembered her next task and scooted quickly down under Bart to assume her friend's position. Cherry came into the picture like a little girl. She was probably older than Musk, but obviously less experienced in the world of raw sex. She hopped up on the wheeled chair and hiked her legs up and over Bart's shoulders and began immediately to pull her pussy into place. The glee on her face was like that of a kid about to play "I'll show you mine..." Bart turned his head and strained to look back at Ban. She was even more majestic than he remembered. She stood proudly up against his ass, a look of defiance on her face. Her eyes penetrated the air between them and spoke their defiance in brilliance. Bart drilled his own vision right back at her. He found himself wanting to apologize for the hell she must have been put through in life, and to tell her it was okay, that he was there to make it right. Instead, their eyes spoke. When all was said, Bart curled the corner of his lip. Ban blinked, and nodded slightly. Bart rolled his eyes as if to motion her into him, to resume her attack, and Ban finally smiled and pushed her hips in hard. Bartholomew Swain sighed. He looked back to the front and was confronted with a new pussy to eat, is juices already flowing and with a whole new smell to assault his senses. He felt the familiar pushing of an anal pucker against his cock, and then an entire engulfment of his manly meat. It was buried quickly in Musk's darkest place and she arched her back upward for more bodily contact with this new specimen of personal passion and fun. But it was the intimacy of the brutal act behind him that held the majority of his mind's attention. He did his best to arch and push his ass back at Ban. She acknowledged with another push of her own, and then a double, simultaneous slap on each of his cheeks. "Fuck him girls! He's just meat and he has a long way to go before we're even!" Rating: -------------------------------------- The story doesn't end until the reader puts it down. Before you move on from this one, I would like to know what you thought while reading it. Your thoughts are invaluable to my doing better next time. I listen to all constructive comments, and even some that are not. If you include your email address, I'll write and thank you and answer any questions. Your vote helps too, telling others what to expect. Thanks, truly, for your time. --------------------------------------