Storiesonline.net ------- Toni's Trial by Thinking Horndog Copyright© 2010 by Thinking Horndog ------- Description: Toni Matson was on the loose for the evening. Her brother deserted her after a baseball game so when a vanload of guys who said they were friends of his came by and asked if she wanted to hang out, she said yes. That was her FIRST mistake... Codes: Mult cons non-con rape dru het inc bro sis rough gang 1st oral anal mastrb enem ------- ------- Author's Foreword: I wrote this at the request of a reader ... WAIT! DON'T inundate me with requests, because I've determined that I really, REALLY don't operate well like that! In this case, it took me four to six months to decide that maybe I was interested, then another two to get my muse back after I sent the reader a chunk of Chapter 1 and had him ask me to change things. My muse prefers to lead me, not be told to follow someone else's dictates. It's funny that way. Even after I settled down and went to work on it seriously, the thing went in directions unanticipated by the requestor. Fortunately, he liked it, anyway... ------- Chapter 1 Toni Matson was on the loose for the evening. Her folks were out at some country club thing and not expected back until late. The plan had been for her to attend her brother Cliff's baseball game and go home with him, but the other team's bus had broken down and they'd had to forfeit -- and she'd gotten to the field just in time to see Cliff pile into his friend Jack's car with four other guys and go shooting off. "Don't wait up!" he yelled as they tore past. "Damn!" Toni gathered her blonde hair and shoved it back up under her baseball cap. Toni had been looking forward to the game; it would have given her an excuse to yell and cheer and jeer at the umpires and bounce up and down in the stands and generally get a little wild and crazy. Toni enjoyed her sports, both as a spectator and as a participant. She played soccer and field hockey in season, and would have liked to play football, but her 5'2" frame didn't support it. At fourteen, Toni was compact and muscular and a bit more curvy than a lot of girls without being fat; as a result, she had a hot little figure for a tomboy, especially since things had started sprouting here and there in the past couple of years, like the compact 'B' cups that jiggled just a bit when she walked and didn't wear a sports bra and the tight, round ass that had begun filling out her jeans above her muscular thighs. Middle school sports got no attention at all, so Toni attended her brother's high school level sports religiously. Older boys gave her a rash regularly for her tomboy ways, but they were hot ... Cliff caught a lot of shit from his friends -- especially those who had known him long enough to remember Toni as a stick-like eight year old -- but some of the guys seemed to enjoy having her around. Still, he tended to snub her in public, as he had tonight, even if he apologized later. Toni bent to adjust the legs on her skin-tight running shorts. Mom would shit if she saw Toni in them doing anything BUT running; they clung everywhere and displayed a camel-toe. Toni's pubic hair was in but it was thin and scraggly and irritated her during sports, so she shaved it, leaving nothing to blur the outline of her mons in THIS outfit. 'I could go home ... Yeah, right!' she thought; if Cliff was out, she was covered, so she might as well head over to the 'Y' or something ... Resetting her ball cap, she set off down the street. "Hey, see that shit?" 'Horse' Miller nodded at Toni from a distance of a couple of hundred feet while adjusting the baggy shorts he had on under his football jersey. Ricky Gulchenski swung his eyes in that direction and grunted, "Yeah? Young stuff." His basketball jersey with a famous name on it clung to his muscular frame like a wife-beater. He compensated for this with some heavy gold chain. "Yeah, well..." Horse shrugged. "Pickings are thin, and I just watched her brother or boyfriend or something blow her off..." The Horsemen were an unofficial gang from the school that had been supposed to play Cliff's team that night; they weren't on any sports teams -- they were just out to raise Hell by giving the other team crap on their home turf -- and maybe feeling up some guy's girlfriend in the stands ... When the game got called, the crowd dispersed pretty quickly, leaving them at loose ends. 'Smooth' Johnson gazed at the young girl through his heavy-lidded eyes. "Give it a minute -- we need elbow room." The parking lot was emptying rapidly. "Maybe she wants to party; shit like that be lookin' for older dudes, sometimes." The whole group was 'gangsta, ' supposedly, although they didn't boast a black among them. Smooth was maybe the closest they had, being swarthy and good-looking in a languorous way -- and he had the rap. "Maybe we can convince her, anyway," Horse offered, "It ain't like she's gonna know us." He cracked a beer; they had a case along to help them enjoy the ball game. Smooth eyed him. "You be thinkin' with your dick, Horse. There be ways and ways. For one thing, snaggin' some little bitch off the street, kickin' and screamin', be what they call highly visible. On the other hand, if we invite her along and she gets in the van under her own power..." Ricky spit on the ground and rolled his heavy shoulders. "Think that's gonna happen?" "Depends how safe she thinks she is," Smooth replied. "You just gotta lay back and offer her a little adventure..." "Or a beer," 'Snort' Hawkins entered the conversation, scratching on thin, freckled arm. "Or a puff from a joint." He pulled off his backward-facing ball cap and scratched his red brush cut, then re-settled it, making sure it was off-angle. "Snort be thinkin'..." Smooth agreed, nodding. "We give her a ride out to that old farm and see if mebbe we can breed her..." "She don't know us," Ricky offered. He wasn't the group's heavy thinker, but he did tend to weigh the odds; generally, if he was around, they were in the Horsemen's favor, but this was a little different territory. "She don't know all the guys at her high school, either," Snort retorted, giving off the snort that got him his nickname. "This could get to be serious shit," Jack Frasier, the group's designated conscience, noted. "Shaddap, Jack Off! You don't want any, you can sit it out. This ain't our town, Man -- that little cunt ain't never gonna see us again..." Horse grunted. Jack shrugged. They seldom listened to him -- and they seldom got into trouble. But that was because when they DID listen to him, they tended to avoid some shit -- and when they didn't and shit went downhill, Jack usually had an escape plan in mind... The parking lot was empty and Toni was almost out of sight. "Looks good," Smooth opined. "Le's do it. You got the lead, Rick -- real low key. Ask her if she wants a ride. Snort, you be on backup. I'll run my rap on her..." Smooth got his name from his ability to talk chicks out of their panties like a black, but it was usually big bitches. "Horse, try to look like you ain't hangin' her on a meat hook." Rick was usually the Horsemen's titular leader, but this was pussy, and Smooth had a better track record. "I'll get around to THAT!" Horse chuckled. Horse was seriously hung... "The more she gives us up front, the easier it'll be," Smooth cautioned. "We wanna be out in the sticks before she gets noisy, so don't fuckin' scare her ass!" "Yeah, yeah..." Horse grumbled. They climbed into their old ratty van and Jack pointed it at the parking lot exit. ------- Toni was halfway down the next block when they caught up. Smooth leaned out of the passenger window and said, "Got dumped, huh?" Toni eyed him, scratching her belly under her too-short tank top; he seemed friendly enough. "Yeah. Having a little sister gets Cliff ragged on a lot. You know Cliff?" "Sure," Smooth lied. "Too bad about the game. I guess now we'll have to find somethin' else to do." "Yeah, I was looking forward to it..." Toni began to wonder if maybe her evening was about to change. "Wanna lift? We're jus' goin' cruisin' it looks like..." Smooth offered. "Cruising?" Toni echoed. "Yeah. Don' look like we can do the game, so I guess we'll jus' raise a little Hell, you know? Guy stuff. Take a ride, suck a little beer..." Smooth hung it out there. "We could take you wherever you're goin' since we ain't busy..." "Guy stuff, huh?" Toni eyed him. Hanging out with some high school guys might be cool... "Yeah." Smooth just waited; there was a time in every sales pitch when you shut up and let the other person talk themselves into agreement, and this was it. "Well ... You know Cliff, right?" Toni confirmed. "Sure. Doesn't everybody?" Smooth lied. "I'm kind of at loose ends, too..." Toni nibbled at the bait. "Wanna hang out?" Smooth offered. "Crack the slider, Snort." Snort slid open the side door of the van and settled back, waving a beer in a friendly fashion. Ricky waved from the back seat; he masked Horse, which might have been a good thing. Toni came forward and stuck her head in the van. "Hanging out might be cool. I like doing stuff with the guys; I'm kind of a tomboy." She swept the group with her eyes; everyone was busy looking innocent. "You're all cool, right?" "Sure, Babe," Smooth agreed, his eyelids drooping. Every male in the van had the same thought: 'You'll be doing stuff with the guys, all right... ' Unfortunately for Toni, she wasn't telepathic. While she stood there, dithering, Snort set the hook, "Hey, wanna beer?" 'Cool!' Caution took a back seat in Toni's brain. "I've never had any..." "Well, you can try it," Ricky offered, waving. "If you don't like it -- some girls don't -- you can pass it to me and I'll finish it. You don't have cooties or anything, do ya?" He grinned engagingly. Snort cracked a beer and waved it at Toni. "Come on, get in. You don't want the whole world watching -- some nosy fuck will call the cops and we'll ALL get bagged for underage drinking!" Toni took the beer -- and climbed into the van in the process, "Yeah, you're right!" "I got the door..." Ricky lunged up over her to close the slider. "Let's go, Man," he told Jack. "Easy, we don't want no attention," Smooth reminded Jack as he put the van in gear. Meanwhile, Ricky leaned over the seat, pretending to be a teddy bear. "Hey, I'm Rick. That's Snort. The quiet dude is Horse..." Horse just nodded at Toni warily. "So try it," Ricky waved at the beer. Toni tilted up the can and let some flow into her mouth; it was ... bitter. Swallowing, she said, "Ewww..." "Beer grows on you," Smooth said conversationally. "You have to give it a chance." Snort waved his and glugged down a swallow, "All the guys do it..." Ricky shrugged, saying nonchalantly, "Snort's right. If you wanna hang out with the guys, you gotta get past bein' a beer virgin." Snort snorted. Toni giggled at being exposed to Snort's trademark noise and nerved herself to bring the can back up. "Now you know what it's like, you won't be surprised, like," Smooth muttered. "There be a lot of things like that..." 'Like havin' your pussy poked -- or your asshole, ' he added to himself. "If you wanna hang with the guys, you got to be open to new things." "Yeah," Horse erupted. "Lotsa new things..." 'My dick, and Ricky's dick, and Smooth's dick, and Snort's dick... ' he added to himself, grinning. "Hey, take us out somewhere I can fire up a joint without Dudley Doright showin' up." He turned to Toni. "You do grass?" Toni shook her head and Horse eyed her, "Maybe you oughta stick to beer..." "No, I want to try it," Toni insisted, thinking, 'They're right -- if I want to hang out with the guys, I can't be a priss... ' "I dunno..." Horse swept his eyes across his partners in crime as if he was taking a vote. "Let's see how you do with beer. Hey, how old are you, anyway?" "Sixteen," Toni lied instinctively, tacking two years onto her actual age straight-faced, then took another swig of beer -- deliberately not holding it in her mouth to avoid the taste. Everybody in the van nodded -- and they all knew better. The trick was committing her to pretending to be older -- and then making her meet expectation. Now she was committed to doing what sixteen-year-olds did -- including fucking ... Horse settled back in his seat, deliberately scratching his balls, watching Toni for a reaction. Toni frowned. "That's rude." "I thought you were hangin' with the guys?" Horse pressed aggressively. "Guys scratch their nuts -- you sensitive or something? Your tits never itch?" Toni blinked. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry..." She looked away, turning so she could talk to Ricky, who grinned, "Don't mind Horse -- he gets touchy, you know?" He cocked his head, "How you doin' with that beer? Can I crack one of my own?" "Yeah, sure..." Toni nodded, taking another swig. Suddenly, a big rush caught her off-guard and she swayed a bit, her eyes popping. "Yeah, I'm getting used to it..." she lied, thinking, 'Wow!' In the meantime, Horse had provided a perfectly good reason for Jack to head for the city limits -- and he acted on it, heading the van out of town and toward the old abandoned farm the gang sometimes used for parties. The silly little bitch wasn't EVEN watching where they were going ... Jack grinned at Smooth, who grinned back. Horse was on a roll, though -- and it was working, pushing Toni further and further into deep water. "Girls who hang with the guys come in two groups -- and both of them got to have a little tolerance, you know? First, you got chicks who want to be in the group and stay chicks -- somebody's squeeze, or whatever. They kind of have to do the 'boys will be boys' thing, at the very least -- and it could get to be a good deal more than that, you know? The second group wants to be treated like one of the boys -- and that pretty much means they need to let just about ANYTHING roll off them, you know? Ball scratchin' is small stuff. Pissin' alongside the road, jerkin' off watchin' porn flicks, talkin' about pussy, cussin, spittin' -- hey, whatever, you know?" He cocked his head, eyeing Toni. "So, which one do YOU want to be? You wanna be WITH the boys, or ONE OF the boys?" "I want to be one of the boys!" Toni replied. Horse snorted. "I don't think you got enough ass to carry that off, but..." He sat back, spread his legs wide and made a production out of scratching his balls. "I got big balls -- and they itch sometimes. I gotta big dick, too -- you got a problem with that?" "Nope," Toni waved it off nonchalantly. "Sorry about before -- that's none of my business." She shifted her gaze to Rick, who gestured a toast with his beer so she took a swig. She had most of this one down, and was learning to tolerate the taste. 'It's not THAT bad, ' she mused to herself. Smooth looked back from checking where they were; Toni's little Podunk town was only visible in the back windows and the rear view mirror. "Hey, Horse, you can light up. Jack's gonna keep us legal -- right Jack?" "I got it," Jack agreed. "Jack's the designated driver," Smooth related to Toni conspiratorially. Toni nodded. Meanwhile, Horse surfaced a bag of grass and some rolling papers; Toni watched, fascinated, as he rolled a joint and took a hit. He passed it to Snort, who took a hit, while Ricky explained, "You got to suck it in and hold it in your lungs. It's probably gonna make you cough..." Snort coughed right then. "That's more because it's strong and you're not used to it than anything else. You smoke?" Ricky tipped his beer while he awaited an answer. "No," Toni admitted. "Good. Cigarettes ain't worth it and they just get you hooked without a whole lot of enjoyment coming with it. Grass, though..." He took the joint from Snort and sucked in a lungful and held it for several seconds before expelling it. "Grass gives you a buzz, which makes it worth it. Besides, you can't smoke a pack of joints a day..." He handed off to Smooth, who took a hit, watching Toni. Toni reached for the joint; Smooth pulled it back, asking, "You finished with that beer yet? If you can't do beer..." Toni cranked back the can and poured the last two swallows down her throat. "There!" A mild rush went through her, but she covered it by handing Ricky the can, "It's empty..." "Snort, get Toni another beer, Man," Rick directed. "It's empty, all right," he verified for Smooth. "Well, okay, I guess you can have a hit, then," Smooth allowed, holding out the joint. "I'll hold it. Take it in deep and hold it." Toni tried -- and failed, coughing and choking on the acrid smoke. Everybody laughed. Ricky handed her the beer Snort had retrieved for her, cracking it, "Here, suck on this..." Toni took a big swallow. "Hurts my throat!" she croaked. Smooth swept an eye out ahead to see where they were; Jack was just taking the dirt road that led back to the farm. They could move things along ... Turning back, he said, "You need to have it filtered for you by someone who can take it on the first pass. Rick, show her how to shotgun." "Okay." Rick sucked in a lungful and waved Toni forward, but she didn't know what to do. "Lock lips with him so he can shoot it to you!" Snort rasped, giving her a push in the middle of the back. Toni looked back at Snort in some surprise, but he was telegraphing some urgency, so she leaned forward. Ricky grabbed her by the back of the head and crushed her lips to his, then poured second-hand smoke into her mouth. Toni inhaled to scream and got a lungful of smoke! "Hey, hey! Settled the fuck down!" Ricky croaked. Toni coughed and gasped and waved her hands, spilling beer here and there. Ricky grabbed her arms. "Hey!" Toni coughed some more. "Why... ?" "That's a shotgun, dumbass!" Horse exclaimed. "Ricky sucks it in and gives it to you -- filtered, kinda!" "Oh..." Toni blushed. "I thought..." "Well, you bein' a girl DID make it easier," Rick croaked, chuckling. "I dunno if you're up for this shit," Horse needled Toni. "Better stick to beer." "I'll be fine -- I was just surprised!" Toni insisted. She took a swig of beer, more or less just to prove she could. "Yeah, sure," Horse dismissed her derisively. "No, come on! Ricky?" Toni insisted. "Let Smooth do it." "Okay." Toni turned to Smooth expectantly. Smooth took his hit and handed the joint to Ricky, then pulled Toni to him, gently. Toni went willingly and plastered her lips against Smooth's and sucked in the smoke. This time it worked; Toni got a big hit. It rolled right over her, bringing a big rush with it. Toni weaved and moaned and the interior of the van spun. "Want some more?" Smooth grinned. "In a minute," Toni croaked. "My mouth is dry." "You got beer..." Snort chuckled, snorting. "Yeah..." Toni took a big swig, thankful that the taste cut through the fog. In the meantime, the van pulled to a stop. "All set," Jack reported. They were at the farm. The guys caught each other's eyes; it was time to get this show on the road... "Shotgun!" Ricky yelled, and sucked in a lungful, handing off to Horse. He pulled Toni in -- and she didn't resist; she knew the game now. But when he'd emptied his lungs in her, he followed it with his tongue, surprising her. Toni pushed against him, but she had a lungful of pot -- and his arms were like granite! He let her break the kiss when her lungs were nearly bursting; the smoke oozed from her mouth as she gasped, "Ricky!" "What?" Ricky pretended innocence. Toni thought about it and decided that Horse would just ride her again if she got huffy. "Nothing." The next hit would come from Smooth, she decided. As it was, things were kind of odd ... Her mind drifted a bit as she took a slug of her beer to clear away the smoke. 'I'm tipsy, ' she realized. Not realizing it consciously, she erupted in a giggle. "Let's hang in the fresh air for a while," Ricky suggested, and threw open the slider. "Come on, Toni," he urged, hauling her out by the wrist. Toni staggered along behind, bewildered at the pace of things, which had suddenly gotten rapid -- or so it seemed to her. Looking around, she saw a run-down farmhouse and a barn and some fences. 'I wonder where we are?' she thought. It still hadn't occurred to her to worry about it. Jack and Snort headed for the barn to make sure nothing in the loft had been disturbed. They'd hauled some old mattresses out of the house and put them up there some time back. A quick climb up the ladder showed that everything was as they'd left it. Jack gave Snort the thumbs up and they headed back down to get the beer cooler; fucking was likely to be thirsty work. There was a variety of stuff out in the yard -- a couple of stumps, and old rocking chair -- and a three-legged milking stool that Ricky plopped an unsteady Toni onto. "Have a seat," he said, and went to sit on a stump a couple of feet away. Horse settled into the rocker and rocked a couple of times, eyeing Toni. Smooth thought of interfering, but Horse had been carrying the whole deal pretty well thus far. Horse cocked his head and said, "I don't think you've got the guts to be one of the guys, so I'm gonna ask you again -- do you want to be with the guys or one of the guys? You see, either way, there's an initiation to go through -- but they're different. I really think you want the one for chicks that hang out with the guys, personally." "Initiation?" Toni's head spun a bit. She licked her lips and tried to get a grip on herself. "What kind of initiation?" "That'd be telling," Horse replied. "You need to make the call without knowing. If you flunk the initiation for being one of the guys, though, we'll just move on to the one for chicks -- no hard feelings, dig?" "Yeah ... No hard feelings..." Smooth came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them, saying, "I think you ought to do the chick initiation; the one for the guys is kind of rough..." He slid his hands down her arms and back up, then dropped them over her breasts. "Hey!" Toni shrugged him off. "Leave those alone!" 'God, I'm so clumsy!' she thought, 'What if... ?' Suddenly, the idea that she might be in some danger burst upon her. "Don't get all bitchy, now!" Horse snapped. "If you don't want to be with the guys, then I guess you want to be one of us, right?" "Yeah..." Toni glared at Smooth. "Stand up, then. Ricky?" Horse waved graciously. Ricky got up off the stump. Toni turned toward him and he hit her -- right in the solar plexus! Toni couldn't breathe! "To be one of the guys, you got to take a shot from each of us and stay standing..." Horse was there in front of her as she wavered back and forth. He hit her right between the tits -- and she couldn't breathe AGAIN. She was sitting on the ground, but she couldn't do anything about it but retch... "Get her up," Horse grumped, "We'll give her a second chance..." Toni was weirdly grateful until Snort's fist came out of nowhere and hit her in the jaw and the lights went out... "Haul her upstairs, Ricky," Horse directed. "Looks like she flunked. Now she can be WITH the guys..." Everybody chuckled. Ricky picked up Toni's limp body like it was nothing, threw it over his shoulder and carried her across the barnyard and up the ladder to the loft. Snort and Jack followed with the beer cooler. ------- Chapter 2 Toni awakened to someone rubbing a beer can along her sore jaw. "Hey, Mama..." a voice rumbled. She was lying on her back with her head on someone's lap. She opened her eyes and saw Ricky's face, upside down above her, grinning. "You flunked the 'one of the guys' initiation." "You hit me..." Toni croaked. She was nauseous. "That's the initiation. Didn't you hear Horse?" "Now what?" Toni whined. "Take me home!" "Horse told you THAT, too," Ricky replied. "Since you flunked that initiation, we're gonna move on to the 'being with the guys' initiation." Toni looked up, dreading the answer, but she asked the question. "How does that work?" "Simple," Horse replied, standing over her. "You be with the guys. All of us. It's easy -- you're sixteen. It's time you had a little fun, right?" Toni tried to focus; this sounded ominous. "What do you mean?" "We're gonna pass you around," Horse replied evenly, "You just got nominated for group bitch." "P--pass me around?" Toni gasped. "Like, sex? I can't do that! I'm a virgin! Take me home, please! I don't want to be with the guys anymore!" Smooth entered Toni's wavering focus. "There ain't no third choice, Honey. You bought in, way back." Horse took over, grating, "You drank our beer, smoked our pot, and talked big shit. Pay up, Honey." "I'm only fourteen!" Toni wailed. "That's bad," Smooth muttered sorrowfully. "You lied to us. It doesn't change anything, but it's part of why you be here now." He reached out and rubbed Toni's thigh. Toni had been lying with her head on Ricky's lap, working her way through the conversation while her stomach settled. At Smooth's touch, she lurched up and swatted at his hand, "No!" Smooth stepped over her and settled onto her stomach. "Ain't no such thing, Babe. You need to relax and go with the flow, now, 'cause it's gonna be as hard as you make it." He looked up, "Snort, she needs a shotgun." "No! No more!" Toni ranted. "You need to relax, Babe -- you're lettin' this shit get to ya," Smooth said reasonably. Toni pushed at him gasping, and he took her wrists and held them out to the side. Snort leaned in and chased her face; Toni tried to duck, but Ricky's big hands settled on either side of her head, locking it in place and Snort held her nose and just waited until she had to take a breath; he seemed to have lungs forever ... Toni struggled, but dared not open her mouth to scream; then she couldn't hold her breath anymore and she DID scream -- but she had to breathe after that, and Snort's mouth was on hers ... Toni took a big breath -- and got a lungful of the potent smoke! The rush flashed through her, weakening her muscles while Smooth leaned over her and said, "There! Now, ain't that better? Jus' relax, Babe -- fuckin's fun!" Ricky released her head and Toni shook it back and forth in denial. "No, please!" Toni whined weakly. She felt a tug at her foot, and Horse came up with one of her running shoes. Toni leaned over and watched him set it to one side, "Please, no!" "You got paid in advance, Honey," Horse replied evenly. "Now you make it even." He turned to Jack, "Jack off, you need to stop pretendin' you ain't here before I get pissed." "Awright, awright! Shit!" Jack squatted and pulled off Toni's other shoe. "You got pretty feet, Honey." Smooth started massaging Toni's titties through her top and bra. Toni waved her arms to fight him off, but Ricky's hands clamped down on her wrists like a pair of binders. "Ricky, Please!" Toni wailed. Surely the big bear wasn't going to let this happen! "C'mon, Honey -- quit havin' fits and get into it," Ricky rumbled. "It won't make any difference if you fight -- except it'll get a lot rougher -- and you KNOW you can't take that!" There were hands running up the insides of her legs; Toni's heels beat a tattoo on the mattress and she fought to close her legs, "No! No!" But there were plenty of hands down there; a pair took each ankle and spread them and Jack settled over her left leg and Snort over her right, pinning them, while Horse rubbed her crotch. "Them shorts are so thin -- we could see that camel toe for half a mile!" Horse mused, rubbing his thumb over Toni's clitoris. "No! NO! OMIGOD!" Toni screeched. "Raise her up," Smooth directed. Ricky raised Toni's arms and then her torso by the grip he had on her wrists. Toni flailed and thrashed, but there were MORE than enough boys present to keep her pinned ... She screamed as her pink tank top went over her face on the way up her arms, the white one under it being dragged along, too; when Smooth got them bunched below Ricky's grip on her wrists, Ricky let go and let Smooth hold her for a second while he dropped his hands below it and Smooth whipped it away. Toni tried to head butt Smooth, but she couldn't get at him and merely thumped his chest, not too hard. Then Smooth leaned in and caught Toni by surprise, sucking her neck while he reached behind her for her bra clasp. "NOOOOOO!" Toni wailed, but the white lace confection sagged on her chest and Smooth pulled it away, sliding it up her arms as he had the top. He and Ricky swapped grips one arm at a time this time, first transferring the bra over her right wrist, then her left; Toni could do nothing but plead and cry. "Nice ones!" Snort leaned around Smooth to rub Toni's pink-nippled left breast. Toni tried to flinch away, but Ricky's grip on her arms threatened to tear her shoulder out of its socket when she lunged. The slight chill and her consuming fear made her nipples stiffen and her adolescent areolas nearly disappear, they crinkled so tightly at the bases of her nipples. The result was something for Snort to grab onto and twist and grind between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another wail from the trapped Toni. "REAL nice!" "Yeah, yeah," Horse rasped. "Flatten her out so we can get her shorts off." Ricky backed off and Smooth pushed and Toni flopped back, still pinned. Ricky surrendered Toni's wrists to Smooth and they ended up with him atop her, holding her wrists out to the side, grinning as he tried to kiss her and suck her neck. "Raise your ass a little, Smooth, so we can raise hers," Horse instructed, and Toni surged and thrashed anew, howling wordlessly as she felt her tight running shorts being drawn over her bubble butt and muscle-thickened thighs. Momentarily, Jack lost control of her left leg -- and she felt stitches pop in the shorts as she flailed. Ricky swatted her on the cheek -- not hard, just attention-getting. "You're gonna tear your shit up! You wanna go home naked?" Shocked from the slap, Toni sagged while she made a flash assessment of Ricky's objection -- and Jack got control of things and he and Snort finished sliding the shorts down over her muscular calves, over her ankles, and off, Snort tossing them atop her shoes. Yellow cotton flower-print bikinis were revealed to Horse, Jack and Snort by their actions; Horse chuckled and muttered, "One thing left to go..." Toni couldn't scream; if she did, it would let Smooth's tongue into her mouth. She limited herself to loud, long, close-mouthed grunts. Feeling Horse's fingers on her panty waistband, she thrashed and broke clear of Smooth for long enough to wail, "PLEEEEASE! UUMPH!" the plea terminated as Smooth's mouth again attacked hers. Horse chuckled. "She's beggin' for it!" Toni screwed up trying to mash her ass against the mattress by pressing down on her feet; she didn't have the proper leverage with Jack and Snort holding her ankles and her butt came up and Horse slid the panties off, chuckling, adding, "Fucked THAT up, didn't you, Honey?" Jack eyed Toni's bare quim as it was removed, noting the baby-smoothness of it. "Holy shit! What if she's really twelve?" Snort reached up and rubbed Toni's mound with one hand while Toni screamed into Smooth's mouth, "Razor stubble -- she shaves. She's a REAL slut, aren't you, Babe?" he chuckled. Toni thought something was going to explode! The question was probably what ... There were hands on her titties (Ricky's) and hands on her pussy and she couldn't MOVE and the pot made it difficult in the first place and Smooth's mouth was EVERYWHERE... "Awright, get up, Smooth. Ricky, take her hands. Let's see what we've got..." Horse directed. Ricky took Toni's wrists and Smooth crawled off her and everyone feasted their eyes. There was silence, except for Toni's pants as she tried to figure out what occasioned the sudden halt to everything. She looked from face to face, dazed, trying to see what caused them to all drop back and quit doing anything more than pinning her wrists and ankles. "Big thighs on her," Smooth muttered. "It's muscle, Man," Jack replied. "You get her going, eating her pussy, and she'll crack your skull like an egg between them. Lookit them calves! Those are some hot legs!" "Cute titties," Snort mused. "She shaves, you said?" Smooth leaned in and rubbed Toni's mons. "Yeah..." Toni just raised her head and looked at his hand rubbing her naked privates; her blood pressure had pushed more alcohol and THC through her system and the moment things let up, she got dizzy again in reaction. Licking her lips, she croaked, "Please don't do that." Smooth cocked his head and eyed her almost sympathetically. "We're past the point of no return, Babe. You know that, don't ya?" Toni did, actually. There was no way she was escaping this -- and she knew it. "I just can't let you..." "Actually, you can," Smooth argued. "You know you ain't gonna win already, so you can save yourself some wear and tear. We'll be happy to tell anyone we hafta that you fought like a hellcat the whole time if you like -- right boys?" There were grins and murmurs of agreement. "I CAN'T!" "You can," Smooth replied. "This is gonna be just as hard on you as you make it -- not as WE make it, 'cause we're gonna get ours, and you know it. You be only hurting yourself." He eyed her for a moment. "We can offer incentives, if you like..." "Incentives?" "Show her an incentive, Ricky." SMASH! Ricky's huge fist impacted her belly! Toni doubled up, in agony -- or tried to, with only the hand Ricky released to punch her free. She fought to breathe, hearing distantly, "That's an incentive for cooperation. How many of those do you think you can take? We got about a million in stock..." Horse grunted, "Awright, so, we'll find out whether she's got any sense as we go along. Crank open her legs, guys, so I can see whether she lied about being cherry like she lied about just about everything else!" The instinct to cover her agonized belly was more of the reason Toni fought the boys' action than anything conscious; she was on automatic while she tried to recover. As a result, she didn't kick -- she just made it difficult to spread her open, trying to draw herself up into a ball. Snort, fighting to jack open her right leg, grunted, "Next time, punch her ass in the jaw! She's got STRONG legs!" They ended up pulling her raised knees apart and spreading her open like a frog, after which she slowly let go; Horse crawled up and opened Toni's pussy by putting a thumb on either lip and spreading her like a peach. "She's cherry, Boys! That's ONE lie she didn't tell!" He poked around her pussy with a finger. "Dry as a bone, too. We got any lube? Somebody might have to suck snatch to get her up and running." "I ain't sticking MY head in there!" Jack retorted. "If she closes those legs..." Snort snorted and there were a couple of chuckles. "See if you can get her started some way," Smooth directed. "Let's see if we can show her the softer side, Boys." Turning his attention to Toni, he asked, "So, you wanna start slow? How about sucking dick? Ever do that?" "No." Toni clamped her lips together. "Gimme a sec." Horse whispered in Smooth's ear and he nodded; Horse got up and left. Snort sat on Toni's splayed right knee and leaned in to rub her clitoris. "C'mon, Honey, roll over and suck it up; it'll be better for everybody if you're fucking wet..." Toni, lips clamped shut, shook her head 'no' vehemently. Horse came back. Smooth looked up from where he was gently mauling Toni's pink cones and said, "Okay, Babe, it's like this -- every time we try to give you a break, you say no. Problem is, we're gonna get what we want, so sayin' no just gets your ass kicked. Are you with me so far?" Toni glared at him, so he patted her cheek at a pressure just short of a slap. Finally, she nodded. "This is how the next part is gonna go," Smooth related. "You're gonna open up that pretty little mouth of yours and you're gonna blow me with it. You WILL open your mouth, because if you don't, I'm gonna do this..." he twisted Toni's left nipple savagely and Toni screamed, "and you'll open your mouth to yell like you just did, and I'll stick my dick in it. Are you with me so far?" Tears poured. Toni's nipple HURT! Sniffling, she nodded. "Now, if you take it into your head to bite me, Horse will take that thing in his hands..." Horse brandished a clipper for horse's hooves, a large, plier-like object. "And he'll remove three or four of your teeth in the front so they aren't a problem anymore. If you HURT me, he'll take that thing to your clit -- and you'll NEVER, EVER enjoy sex! Tell me you understand..." Toni just looked at him, her mouth closed tight, defiance and denial in her expression. Smooth rolled his eyes. "We're gonna have to start rough, I guess. Horse, give her right nip, here, a taste of those nippers. Leave the damned thing on, though -- we just want her to know we're serious, here..." Smooth held Toni's right titty steady while Toni danced and thrashed, trying to get away. Toni watched, bug-eyed, and the nipper descended and began to close... "Okay! Okay! I'll suck!" she screamed. "That's better," Smooth approved. "You sure you don't want to see what you're missing?" "NOOOO!!" Toni wailed as the nipper closed as gently as Horse could manipulate it. Agony erupted in Toni's nipple and she screamed bloody murder! "EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Horse let up instantly and Toni blubbered loudly in the silence that followed. Smooth reached out and rubbed the nipple, murmuring, "It's still there, Babe. You're not gonna bite, now, are you?" "Nooooo..." Toni was a broken thing; the pain had leached the fight out of her in less than a second. Smooth stood and shucked out of his baggy shorts. Kneeling up, he motioned Ricky to let go of her left hand and let her lean up. "Take it," he instructed, waving his already stiff erection at her. Toni came up on her elbow, sniffling, and tentatively grasped Smooth's cock, discovering foreskin for the first time. "Wh-what do I do?" "Jack back the foreskin and suck it in. Work the head with your lips. Use your tongue on the underside. Fuck it with your mouth." Toni stuck her tongue out and licked the underside and Smooth sucked in a gasp. "Yeah, like that. Get friendly with it -- you're gonna meet five dicks, anyway. Ricky, show her yours." Smooth shifted his attention to Snort, "Is she gettin' wet yet?" "Maybe a little," Snort opined. "Not much." "Well..." Smooth muttered. "How's your titty?" "Hurts." Toni backed off Smooth's cock to whine petulantly. "We been tryin' to keep the shit down. You ain't been helpin' yourself," Smooth retorted. Changing the subject, he added, "You can go on it with your lips open and close up for when you come off -- less wear and tear on your mouth. You're gonna be good at this, I figure..." Toni didn't say anything -- she just adjusted her efforts. What was there to say? She was going to suck their cocks. Maybe, if she was lucky ... No. She cleared hope from her mind; they were going to fuck her. Tears poured, but she sucked diligently. Smooth put his hand behind her head and she got the point and tried to take more into her mouth. Smooth wasn't QUITE big enough to choke her, although he was about average -- not that Toni had any idea what average was ... Ricky stuck his cock on the side of her neck and she reached up to feel it, noting that it seemed substantially thicker. Horse murmured quietly in Jack's ear, "Find us some lube -- there ought to be some from jack-off games in the house. Worst case, hit the drugstore. She's not gonna get wet until she bleeds or somebody blows a nut in her." To Toni, he said, "Let Snort play with your pussy and we'll give you back a leg so you can sit up better." Toni kept sucking. Smooth grunted, "Uuuhhh! Don't distract her -- I'm gettin' close! Jus' do it -- she knows by now if she fucks up, she'll get her ass kicked!" Horse shrugged and Jack let go of Toni's leg; she eyed Horse and Snort out of the corner of her eye, but merely put her left foot flat on the mattress behind her right knee and turned a bit. Snort shifted with her and kept playing with her thin-lipped pussy and clitoral hood. Ricky wasn't trying to use his cock on her; in this position, there was nothing to be had, so he was behind her, giving her a back brace while he reached under her left arm to play with her left breast. Toni's right nipple still burned and gave off sensations indicating that it had been nearly severed -- even though the reality wasn't even close. It had been pinched -- but good -- but it was relatively undamaged. But the pain was a reminder that she had a lot to lose if she acted up too much. The worry that things might escalate beyond where she was certain they were already headed ate at her; if they thought nothing of mutilating her, was she going to be killed? Something else leaped to the foreground at that point; Smooth started getting frantic and held the back of her head, grunting, "I'm gonna shoot! You swallow, understand? Suck it down! Make it good!" Without further preamble, he threw his head back and went, "AAAAAAGH!!" -- and his cock got rock hard and swelled on her tongue and began to spit goo into her mouth! Toni couldn't back off -- it was swallow or choke -- or all of the above, which is what she ended up doing. Smooth hadn't been down her throat, but he wasn't only comfortably deep, either, and the splash of his juices directly on her tonsils caused Toni to gag. He let up on her head when it became apparent that she was in trouble -- not enough to let her back off totally, but enough so that she was only holding the head behind her lips. "Okay, now wash it -- get all my jizz. Suck it down and swallow it -- and give me some tongue, it's sensitive right now and I wanna enjoy it," Smooth directed. Toni did as she was told; Smooth ran his cock in and out between her lips a few times and withdrew. "You done great. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Toni swallowed in a sticky throat and croaked, "No..." "Hey, Ricky, give our main squeeze here a chug on your beer to clear her throat," Smooth offered magnanimously. "It's the least you can do, bein' you're next..." Ricky dropped his hand over Toni's left shoulder with a half-full beer in it. When she turned to look up at him, he nudged her, "Go ahead. What's it gonna hurt?" Toni poured beer over her parched, sticky throat, finally learning true gratitude for the stuff, which cut through the semen clogging her throat in no time. When she made to hand the can back, Ricky said, "Keep it. I don't want to taste Smooth's jizz. That's YOUR job." Grinning, he and Smooth swapped places, Smooth taking over as back brace and molester of Toni's left titty while Ricky brought his thick erection with its heavy foreskin over an angry purple cock head to bear. "Bring it, Babe," he murmured, "Show me that hot mouth." Toni looked up at him, her eyes solemn. "Are you gonna kill me?" Ricky blinked in surprise. Smooth, from behind her, said, "It ain't the plan. If you make us do shit that leaves you busted up, then we might HAVE to -- but it ain't the plan. I know Horse hurt you with that fucking thing, but..." he reached down and tweaked Toni's right nipple, eliciting a grunt of anguish. "It's still there. It ain't even broken; you'd be surprised what can be done to a titty without ruining it forever. If he HAD lopped it off, or if we had to pull a bunch of your teeth, well, that's mutilation; we might as well kill you and bury you out here somewhere. I guess it's on the table, you know? Don't piss us off a while lot, and you'll just get your pretty holes poked a bunch of times and be ready to give it up for boys in general -- or fuck around and do something real stupid and the gloves come off and we use you like toilet paper and bury you under the outhouse. It's your choice -- and you've been stupid before, so I can't make no promises." Ricky pursed his lips. "That's your answer. Suck." He pulled her head forward. Toni opened her mouth and took in his thicker length. Ricky's heavy foreskin trapped some nasty tasting stuff, and she gagged a little before settling down. Ricky rumbled and hissed and manhandled Toni's head. He was bigger in both measurements than Smooth -- not a lot -- just enough to make gagging Toni fairly easy. He didn't make a practice of it, but occasionally, he drove her onto his full length. Toni would choke and gag and he would let up. After a minute or so, Horse held a mumbled conversation with Smooth, and Smooth hoisted her up into a kneeling position, rather unceremoniously, and had Ricky stand to get service; "That should be better," he opined. Horse grunted from behind Toni, "Raise up a little you dumb twat, so Snort can play." Toni did as she was directed, with Snort fine tuning her position by lying on his back behind her and moving her ass to where he wanted it. Toni held onto Ricky's hips, her knees spread and her ass up just a bit while Snort delved in her quim with his fingers, almost constantly testing the resiliency of her hymen, distracting her. Ricky drove her onto his length again and Toni eyed him reproachfully while she gagged; Ricky shrugged and said, "Horse is comin'." Smooth straddled Snort behind Toni and played with her nipples; any progress he might have made with the left was negated by the right, more or less. Both were stiff points, however, so he probably didn't know the difference, Toni guessed. The effects of the pot were bleeding away to some extent, leaving her with less languor -- not that she could do anything more about her situation. Toni knew that Smooth's and Snort's actions COULD have aroused her under other circumstances, but she remained bone dry; there was an occasional flash from both locations, but fear and humiliation held her in its sway. Snort's efforts, in particular, were beginning to irritate her clit. Ricky pumped her mouth, mixing long strokes with short strokes, and Toni gave him what she thought her wanted, more or less listlessly; at some point, she realized that when he poked her throat and made her gag, it created thick pools of saliva in her mouth that actually made things easier. Toni tried to close her mind to what she was doing, letting Ricky manhandle her as he would, responding on automatic -- but Ricky got frustrated with her and impaled her throat and held it, growling, "You're not sucking!" Toni picked up the ball and added a little animation when he released her head. In the background, Horse's voice rumbled quietly, and a few seconds later, Snort's fingers spread a liquid coolness on her clitoris. It was very welcome, but it meant trouble. Now she didn't have to lubricate -- they would do it for her... Ricky started getting demanding -- and excited! "Yeah, Come on, Babe, finish me off. Yeah, good shit. You can suck, Babe! Yeah! Okay ... Okay ... Gonna blow! Yeah! YEAH!!!" Ricky erupted in Toni's mouth, fortunately without jamming his cock down her throat. Toni took it, numb; she knew what to do with it. She swallowed it down and rubbed her sore lips. Ricky at least thought to praise her. "That was hot, Babe! Where's your beer?" Smooth collected it from where they'd set it off to the side to keep it from spilling and Toni took a swig, then another, then emptied it. Maybe it would dull the pain... "Another?" she croaked. Horse was standing in front of her, his shorts gone, in only his jersey. "Give the little twat a beer, for shit's sake!" He grinned down at her. "I TOLD you I had big balls, and I TOLD you I had a big dick! Open the fuck up, Bitch!" Toni eyed the thing -- it looked like a sausage, huge and thick with the foreskin half-covering the pinkish purple head. It was bigger than Ricky's, and it hung in front of her face like a snake. "Now..." Horse warned. Toni opened up. Toni knew Horse wasn't going to give her a break -- and he didn't. He worked at making her miserable, feeding her his thick length without regard for the small size of her mouth and throat, stretching her lips and pounding the back of her throat while she gagged and choked -- and vomited, once, spewing beer all over. Smooth saw it coming and turned her head and bent her forward so it missed the mattress, pouring onto the boards of the loft floor and dripping through the wide cracks to the earthen barn floor below for the dirt and hay to soak up. "Damn, Horse! You gotta be an asshole?" Smooth complained. "Aw, shut the fuck up! Come here, Bitch!" Horse dragged her back and shoved his cock back in her mouth, making her contend with it and the sour taste of her vomit until fresh floods of drool produced by his cock pounding the opening of her throat washed it away. The whole thing was agony for Toni; she spent minutes at a time with her stomach rock hard from gagging as Horse abused her mouth -- but eventually, he grunted, "Take it! Take it!" and his giant snake flooded her mouth. Even his seed tasted nasty, bitter; Smooth handed her the beer, but Horse made her suck some more so he could enjoy his after-orgasm sensitivity. Finally, he staggered back, roaring, "Next!" 'Next' was Snort. Smooth took over rubbing lubricated fingers over Toni's pussy and Snort brought poor Toni a sinewy, curved circumcised cock with a mushroom head to suck. Toni's lips were puffy and sore and her throat had been bludgeoned repeatedly; she could barely make her mouth work. Snort didn't care, much -- and his cock was just enough narrower than Horse's that he could actually get it into Toni's throat -- which he did! Ricky and then Horse had beaten Toni's throat until she just didn't have it in her to gag anymore, and Snort popped through after dragging her head to him a few times. "Hey, lookit this! Deep-throat!" Snort yelped, holding Toni's head against his crotch, while she waved her arms, gagging. "Huh! I'll be damned!" Horse exclaimed. "Let her fuckin' breathe!" Snort let up, but the damage was done; he poked her throat every couple of strokes -- and got in about one time in three. Toni's instinctive swallowing on his bulbous glans replaced her worn-out lips and Snort got his nut in her throat in only a couple of minutes, howling while he held her face against his crotch. When he released her, though, Toni had been pushed beyond endurance; she flopped over on her side, and fainted dead away... ------- Chapter 3 "What the fuck?" Horse grunted in surprise when Toni flopped over onto the mattress and didn't move. "You didn't fuckin' kill her, did you, Snort?" Smooth knelt to examine Toni; she was breathing. "No, she's alive. You two fuckwads used her like toilet paper -- and this IS a rape and a gang-bang! We be fuckin' her over pretty good and you been bashin' her throat up and makin' her puke and shit -- what do you expect? Passin' out was probably lookin' pretty good to her when it came up..." He pulled Toni's face into his lap and began slapping her cheeks gently. "Where the fuck is her beer?" They didn't even HAVE water there... Toni came around to, "Okay, Jack didn't get no lip service, but they're worn out, I think. Who hasn't had a cherry?" Someone was slapping her -- not hard. She waved and arm and groaned incoherently. "Have some beer," Smooth offered, putting a half-full can to her lips. Toni pushed it off, "No more beer!" "It's all we got to get you wet," Smooth replied reasonably, "and you need it." Toni took the can reluctantly and swilled some down. While she was drinking, Horse reiterated, "So who hasn't had a cherry?" Toni spewed beer. "No, please! I sucked you!" She started struggling up, and Smooth grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back down. "No, PLEASE, no!" "I done a couple," Smooth replied, struggling to hold Toni down. "Me, too," Ricky admitted. "No! No! PLEASE! NO!" Toni howled, struggling. "I'll wait," Horse grunted, "since I'm probably gonna tear it up." He grabbed one of Toni's flailing legs. "I haven't, but I just shot off in her mouth..." Snort grunted, grabbing Toni's other leg. "God, no! PLEASE! I'm a virgin!" Toni wailed, undulating in the grasp of the three boys. "You're up, Jack..." Horse announced. "You didn't get no lip service, anyway." He eyed Jack, waiting. Jack knew what was up. He'd been trying to stay out of it -- and everyone else had noticed. Trying to stay squeaky while everybody else was into something was a great way to find yourself on the outside -- and maybe an enemy. "I'll get a rubber." "Nah," Horse grunted. "Squirt some lube on her twat and go for it. Even if she gets pregnant, it won't matter to us." Meanwhile, Toni continued to struggle wildly and yell, "NO! NO! NO!" at the top of her lungs. Unable to even display much in the way of reluctance, Jack shucked out of his basketball shorts and grabbed the lube bottle. "Rack her back, Snort," Horse directed, and they pulled Toni's legs up by her shoulders, on either side of her chest, pinning her against the mattress and making it hard for her to struggle and rolling her pelvis up to a good position for penetration. Toni began to scream hysterically. Jack knelt up and positioned himself, rubbing his gooey cock on Toni's bald pussy and dribbling a bit of lube on it. "I can't do this shit with her screaming like that!" Ricky reached in and covered Toni's mouth with a huge paw, more or less locking her head in a position where she could watch Jack's preparations with bulging eyes. She didn't stop screaming; she was just muffled to the point that the noise wasn't ear-splitting. In abject horror, she watched as Jack knelt up, positioned himself and began to press... "Jeezus!" Jack grunted, "That thing is locked down tighter than Fort Knox!!" "It'll be good shit, then, once you open it up," Horse noted. "Snap your hips -- it'll go in." Jack nodded. "Sorry, Honey," he said apologetically, looking into Toni's fear-glazed eyes -- and powered into Toni's pussy, shredding her hymen and going just over glans-deep. 'He ripped me!' Toni realized. 'I'm RUINED!' She screamed anew and thrashed, but she had four sets of hands on her; she wasn't going anywhere. Jack backed a bit and shoved some more of his impaling prick into Toni's virgin tunnel while she howled and thrashed and tried to clamp down and close him out -- but he was already past the barrier and couldn't be stopped! Her virginity was gone; she was a woman -- but this wasn't how she'd imagined it being, by a LOOONG shot! Jack's cock felt like it was covered in sandpaper as it pumped in and out of her dry hole, invading it, taking more and more territory, violating her. "So tight..." Jack grunted through clenched teeth. It felt like she was peeling the skin off his cock! But she was open; Jack backed off again and dribbled lube on the top of his shaft before pressing it into Toni's depths again. Toni watched, bug-eyed, as the lube turned the red rings of blood on his cock from her maidenhead pink. She was bleeding! Was she going to die? Jack punched forward into her again, apparently unconcerned, his cock filling her. The lube made it easier; somewhere behind the immediate horror, Toni realized that she couldn't be bleeding a lot or lube wouldn't be needed. Meanwhile, Jack pressed his attack, his cock making another incursion and another... Jack managed to find a rhythm, having opened her adequately, and it began to be ... tolerable. It was STILL violation and her mind continued to reel in horror and he pounded away in her defenseless womanhood, but the act itself was no longer agonizing. Ricky reached in and started playing with a nipple -- her left, fortunately -- and it provided a distraction. Toni knew the act SHOULD be pleasurable -- but all she felt was the physical pounding as Jack hunched himself, harder and harder, faster and faster, making manic faces, puffing, turning red, gasping, looking like a wild animal -- and, finally, howling and jamming himself into her depths while she felt the wet flood of his semen soaking her cervix. All through the act, she fought and struggled and wailed into Ricky's hand, but it was pro-forma; she couldn't escape, and she knew it. The fight was more for pride than anything else, to be able to say she hadn't knuckled under like she had over blowjobs. But it made no difference; the damage was done. She was ... soiled. Jack's semen washing the entrance to her womb did the job; there was no cleaning it. She was ruined -- permanently! She was a toy for boys to pass around and poke with their nasty long cocks -- just a pussy and a mouth for their pleasure. Jack withdrew, and she subsided to the point of crying inconsolably while Horse and Snort clapped him on the back, telling him what a great job of fucking her he'd done... "I'm surprised you lasted that long, Man!" Horse approved. "She was like sandpaper on the inside for a while, Man," Jack replied, euphoric that he'd gotten pussy and could claim a virgin. He was sick below it, but it wasn't something he could afford to let show... "Who's next?" Horse asked, looking around. "Ricky?" "Yeah." Ricky uncovered Toni's mouth; at this point, she was just bawling. Most of the fight had been leached out of her. Fucked was fucked -- and Jack had handled that. Ricky knelt up and rubbed his cock against her reddened pussy lips and Toni wailed "Noooo!" brokenly -- but both of them knew it was a waste of time. Ricky pressed his thick cock home and covered Toni with his muscular body, waving Horse and Snort off; he didn't need them to control little Toni. It would take three of her to push him off. Smooth backed out, too, surrendering Toni's hands; Toni drubbed Ricky's shoulders for a few seconds, but he collected her wrists in his big paws and pressed them to the mattress beside her shoulders and started widening her womanhood with his thick meat, carrying her legs over his elbows. Toni was thoroughly pinned and left with nothing to do but cry and endure it. Toni's first impression of Ricky had been favorable; he'd seemed like a big, happy teddy bear. Now, he was thoroughly dominating her, pounding his thick cock into her, battering her womanhood and driving her self-esteem into the mattress with every stroke. Were all guys like this, underneath? Were they all wild animals with big cocks that could turn on you in a heartbeat and plunder you unmercifully? These five were ... She'd delivered herself to them, a trusting child -- something she would never be again! Boys were wild animals, driven by their lusts -- and girls were ... receptacles ... Fighting Ricky looked too much like she was helping him plunder her -- besides, she was exhausted from the fight with the boys over Jack, so she stopped struggling and let him have what he wanted -- she was ruined, anyway ... Ricky panted, "That's it, Babe, relax. Look at the bright side -- you aren't cherry anymore..." Screaming didn't help, so she gasped and cried as Ricky shuttled his thick cock in and out of her womanhood. Horse drew Snort aside and muttered, "Okay, she's broken in -- let's check her for airtight. I'll go next in her twat -- and I'm gonna make her ride on top." Snort eyed him. "How are you gonna do that?" "I'm gonna convince her that she's better off fitting my dork in there at her speed than she is at mine. Ricky's got her tamed, I think -- it'll work." Horse winked. "Once we're running, I want you to grease up her asshole and do it." He turned to Jack, "Jack off, you get your blowjob." He eyed Jack until Jack nodded assent, knowing that Jack was the weak link. Snort collected the lube. Meanwhile, Ricky pumped away in Toni's hot, tight cunt. Toni's face was a mask of tragedy, but her cunt was sweet; Ricky closed his eyes and got his. With a cock in it, it didn't matter what Toni thought about it, her pussy maintained lubrication -- that was an automatic thing, and just as well, since she was going to fuck, no matter what. Her body didn't care; women had been raped before, countless times, and it didn't interfere with reproduction ... Ricky had plenty of lubrication to bring him to where he was going -- and after a couple of minutes, he puffed, "Gonna blow!" and buried himself in Toni's cringing twat and added his load of babymakers to the ones Jack had already left there. Ricky crawled off Toni leaving her listless and ruined, waiting for her next abuser. Could things get worse? Toni looked up, listlessly. Oh, God! They could! Horse! Her primary abuser grinned down at her, waggling his cock. "I'm gonna offer you a break," he said, looking down at her. "I can rack you up like Ricky did and plow you open however I feel like, or I can lie down where you are and you can sit on it and get it inside you YOUR way. Either way, it's goin' in..." This left Toni in a quandary. If she fought him and he crawled atop her and shoved that monster into her, he would NOT be gentle -- but if she rode him from above, while it offered her some control over what was certainly going to be a painful experience, wasn't it cooperating in her rape? Horse eyed her, grinning nastily. "I know what you're thinkin'. Up to now, it's been all on us -- you've been fightin' the good fight and we've all done horrible shit to you without your permission -- but if you do it the way I offered you, then YOU'LL be the one fitting yourself with a dick!" He looked around. "I got two points to make. One, you ain't goin' anywhere and you ain't go no choice, and two, pussy's for fuckin' -- even YOU know that. This may be the first time, but it won't be the last." He cocked his head. "Make up your mind -- you got five seconds ... Four ... Three ... Two..." "Okay, I'll do it!" Toni erupted. "See?" Horse grinned nastily. "Once you're broken in, you're gonna make some gang a fine little pass-around slut!" He turned to Jack. "Help her up." Rape wasn't enough; he had to humiliate her! Toni knew she was going to pay for this with guilt, but she'd had enough pain ... She staggered up, one arm in Jack's grasp, and Horse arrayed himself on the mattress. "Now bring it, Slut!" he barked. Toni obediently straddled him and settled into a squat on her stocky legs, then fished for his cock, unable to look at anyone as she seated it at the opening of her abused vagina. The humiliation was intense, but Horse's cock was so big... She was also wide open after her first two fucks; it was embarrassing how easily Horse's glans passed her opening. But Toni knew that this wasn't the hard part; getting ALL of him in would be the part that brought the challenge. "Gimme your hands," Horse directed, and he interlaced his fingers with hers, offering her support as she began to rise and fall on his length, feeding more and more of it into her depths. Things were okay for a few strokes, then it happened: Horse's erection poked her in the cervix. She flinched and grimaced. Horse looked down at their joining. "Got about two inches to go, I think. It's been easy thus far -- Jack and Ricky bored you out -- but now you got to take some length..." He eyed her, adding, "Bash it a few times and see what happens. You should stretch." Toni hesitated, so he added, "Or I can do it for ya..." and snapped his hips. Pain flashed everywhere from the battered gates of Toni's womb! "UUUUHH!!" she lurched up instinctively -- but Horse had her hands and made sure she went nowhere. Gritting her teeth, Toni grated, "I'll do it!" "See that you do," Horse warned. "You don't hafta do it every stroke; we might as well enjoy a couple in between..." 'Like that's going to happen... ' Toni thought distantly. All of the nerves that might have brought her pleasure seemed to be turned off. She felt Horse's erection all right -- but there was nothing pleasurable about it. It was just there -- or it was a source of pain when she deliberately impaled herself on it every third stroke. Toni wondered if sex with a boy was ever going to BE good, now ... Pump, pump, 'Ouch!' Pump, pump, 'Ouch!' Toni's stocky legs propelled her up and down on Horse's long, thick probe, periodically deliberately battering her cervix, hammering it deeper into her depths in the hope that she could move it far enough that Horse's probe would no longer be able to give her pain. As for Horse, he seemed to be less demanding, taking her efforts in stride as good enough that he didn't have to interfere. Instead, he settled for verbal abuse: "Yeah, I knew you were gonna pass THIS initiation, Slut. You've got a decent mouth -- a little small for me, but okay for everybody else -- and a pretty nice little pussy, and we'll get around to the other parts, but you're gonna pass that, too. You wanna boyfriend? Look around and pick one -- but you still got to fuck the rest of us. That's what you do when you're with the boys..." Toni couldn't imagine having one of her abusers as a boyfriend; Horse was kidding, wasn't he? He said something about 'other parts, ' but surely there was nothing else they could do that would compare to what had gone before -- even Horse's tone said that ... It seemed like she was making ground in taking Horse's length, too... Horse thought so, too. "Hold still -- I want to see if we've made any progress," Horse directed. He let go of her hands and grabbed her hips and proceeded to slam himself up into her a half-dozen times. Toni stifled an agonized scream, but Horse seemed satisfied. "Yeah, that's pretty good. Shift down onto your hands and knees and I'll drive a while." Toni did as she was told, shifting one leg at a time until she was on her hands and knees. "Okay, bring your shit down here so I can suck a big hickey on your neck, Slut, so everybody knows you like dick." Toni gasped in indignation and struggled, but Horse pounded up into her hard a few times and she wavered, the pain sapping her will, and Horse took advantage of it to wrap his arms across her back, pinning her, while his lips probed her neck. Toni tried to close him off by pushing her head against her shoulder, but he was in already, wedging the space open, his razor-stubble rasping on the sensitive skin of her neck as he settled on a place to mark her. No one knew better than Horse that they were totally ruining the little cunt. Her surrender would mark her worse than the rape, and he could tell that she hadn't enjoyed a thing yet -- and now, probably never would. He was okay with that -- but it would be nice if he could MAKE her enjoy it; that would REALLY ruin her, turning her into a no holes barred slut, looking for use and abuse. They probably didn't have time for that, which was too bad, but maybe, after the next act, they could look into it ... The little bitch had a nice twat, after all... Speaking of the next act ... Horse did all of this thinking while pumping Toni from below -- not too aggressively -- while he sucked a mark on her neck. Toni was trying to struggle, but she was in too close to hurt him or to get any purchase on anything. "Relax," he whispered to her, backing off and looking at the results of his efforts. "It's done already." But he didn't release her; instead, he let go with one arm just long enough to beckon Snort forward. Toni's notification that something new was happening was a wet finger on the crinkled ring of her anus! Bug-eyed, she turned her head to see Snort, a lube bottle in one hand, probing her asshole with the index finger of the other. "NOOOOOOO!!!" She struggled, but had no purchase, especially after Snort pinned her hips down by leaning on them. She couldn't get her bent legs out from under her, couldn't roll; Horse held her chest to his. She tried to slap at him, but Smooth came up and took her hands and held them stretched out to the sides. "Not my butt!" she wailed. "You got three cherries, Slut -- and they all belong to us. We're gonna do a little something called checking you for airtight," Horse panted. "We're gonna plug all of your holes at the same time. You better relax that little bunghole of yours, or Snort is gonna rip it to shreds!" "Noooo!" Toni howled, but lube made keeping Snort's finger out of her back passage impossible. It hurt; she clamped down on the intruder -- and in the process, clamped down on Horse as he pistoned in and out of her pussy, eliciting a grin from Horse -- but could not stop it. She couldn't stop the second finger, either, although it hurt like fire! "AAAAUUUUGH!" Snort, grinning, kept poking and twisting -- and Horse let her watch over her shoulder. "Like that?" Horse taunted her. "Sure you do. As much as anything else, anyway, I bet..." Toni didn't reply; she was silent except for whining grunts as she watched in morbid fascination as Snort plundered her anus with his fingers. She was unable to think; her mind was numb as she watched him open her ass until he could pump two fingers into her their full length. "Somebody gimme a rag, willya?" Snort grunted; unlike porn flicks, Toni's ass had liberal amounts of shit up it -- no one had cleaned her out with an enema or two before starting this. Ricky cast about -- and Toni's tank top ended up being Snort's wiping rag. Smooth rolled his eyes; he's hoped to put Toni on the street visibly undamaged, but ... Well, hold it -- she had been wearing TWO tank tops... "Don't fuck up her other top, asshole!" Fortunately, they'd grabbed the white one... Meanwhile, Snort moved on to lubing his cock. Toni, now totally ignoring Horse's big sausage moving in and out of her stretched pussy, watched him with big eyes, murmuring, "No ... Please, no ... Not that ... No..." in a voice barely above a whisper. Part of her was horrified and part of her was fascinated and part of her just couldn't believe what she was seeing! She felt it, though; when Snort poised the mushroom head of his cock against her defenseless anus, she learned first-hand that a cock is not the same as a couple of fingers -- especially if you're fighting it! As lubed and stretched as she was, there was no way she was going to win, but instinct led her to fight the intrusion -- and to hurt for it; she screamed, "AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!" as the mushroom head plowed past her sphincter, feeling like a four by four post rather than a really somewhat narrow tube of flesh. She didn't tear -- quite -- but Snort's cock felt like it was covered in sandpaper and rubbed her ass raw as it slowly sank inside her, despite Snort's additional applications of lube. "NO! STOP! PLEEEASE!" Toni wailed. Horse had a cure for this. "Jack! Shut her up!" Jack came around diffidently and turned her head so that she wasn't watching her ass being plundered and then rubbed his erection on her face, taking advantage of the next wail to fill her mouth. Toni was so hysterical that she never saw it coming -- but it actually helped; she sucked Jack's cock instinctively, moaning around it in pain, drawing comfort from it as if it were a pacifier or her thumb and she was a two-year-old. Horse, who had actually released her from the close hold he had on her so that she could service Jack, shifted his grip from her shoulders -- where he'd moved his hands when he let her up, holding her impaled on him and Snort and keeping her from bolting forward -- to her breasts, which he squeezed a bit to get her attention. When she grunted in time to the squeezes, he announced, "You're all hooked up now, Slut. Just let us party and everything will be cool." Horse's comment and his tone penetrated Toni's haze of pain dimly and when she deciphered it she found it in her to be relieved that Horse was apparently FINALLY satisfied. Jack's cock wasn't shuttling in and out of her mouth using the same rhythm as the other two, so their pounding tended to cause Jack to poke her throat here and there, and her ass burned like fire from Snort's assault -- but it was fading some, and both issues were becoming bearable, just because they weren't new and urgent. Horse and Snort had both hurt her throat worse than anything Jack seemed to be able to generate and her ass was accommodating Snort and her pussy had adapted to Horse. Apparently, she was going to survive; it was just a matter of time... Snort and Horse were benefiting from having each other's cocks up Toni's holes; if she hadn't been tight enough before, she certainly was now! Horse started feeling the urgency and gave Toni a swat on the ass, "C'mon, Slut -- work that pussy!" Toni grunted and clenched -- which was the purpose of the exercise -- and Horse felt himself hit the point of no return. "Okay! If the others didn't breed your ass, I DAMNED sure will!" he announced through clenched teeth, gave her another swat and five hard, pounding strokes before erupting against her battered cervix with a grunt. Finished, he gave her another swat on the ass, saying "You've got two to go -- finish 'em off! Work it!" Snort took over popping her on the butt -- he was the one that got the most benefit, anyway, and he was better positioned. He also learned that it didn't take a hard swat -- almost anything would make Toni clench her asshole around his pistoning cock. Jack's face and motions told him that hard swats broke Toni's concentration on sucking his dick, which was another reason to back off. Snort settled into a rhythm that seemed to work for all of them -- and eventually, it seemed that Toni was just clutching him automatically and needed nothing. Soon after that, Snort's balls began to boil. "Gonna fill your nasty ass!" he grunted, then took a couple of frenzied strokes and pulled back to where Toni's sphincter clutched him behind the glans and spewed pulse after pulse of his seed into her colon, extending his enjoyment by making small movements that used her clenched anus to provide friction to his most sensitive areas. When THAT was over, he withdrew; all along the top of his cock was something that looked like chocolate mousse, but smelled a good deal worse. Toni's tank top cleaned THAT up, too... "Awright, finish Jack off," Horse directed, working his way out from under Toni. Arguing or fighting at this late date made no sense, so Toni did her best to finish him, so she could rest. Once she could give him her full attention, that and the length of time they'd been at it took their toll and Jack rose quickly to climax. "Fuck! Coming!" he grunted, hunching himself, and fired squirt after squirt of sticky semen over Toni's tonsils. Toni endured it. She endured his remaining in her mouth and moving back and forth gently, extending his pleasure. It really didn't matter anymore -- the deed was done. She'd sucked all five of them and fucked three and taken one up the ass. Exhausted, she slumped over when Jack released her and stepped back. Somebody kicked her gently and she looked up to see Smooth with a fresh beer. "Drink it all -- you're gonna need it." Smooth waved at the others. "Let's have a talk." Toni was too tired to notice them all descending the ladder -- and pulling it away from the loft, leaving her trapped... ------- Downstairs, Smooth got right to the point. "Is she broke in? I want some pussy -- and maybe some ass." "She's hooked up," Horse verified. "That ass is nasty, though," Snort interjected. "Go up to the house," Smooth told Jack. "Take that bucket we use to make the toilet work." There was no electricity inside the farmhouse, so the electric well pump didn't work -- but the hand pump out in the yard did, and if the boys filled the toilet tank with a bucket, they could flush it. "There used to be a big red enema bag in the back bathroom. You fill it with water and bring it back. We need to wash her out, anyway." "We turnin' her loose?" Horse wanted to know. Smooth looked at Ricky for confirmation. "Yeah. I want another piece and some of y'all probably do; we'll wash out her ass and anybody wants that can have it, then we'll wash out her ass and her twat with vinegar and tell her she's screwed. A rape kit MIGHT find something to catch us with, but we'll tell HER she's clean as a whistle -- she won't know no better." "Sure!" Snort rolled his eyes, "Everybody else gets a CLEAN ass!" "You got a nut, Snort -- shut the fuck up," Horse replied mildly. "Get some twat." Snort subsided -- after a snort. "Any questions?" Smooth asked. "How we gonna leave her?" Horse asked. "Fuck her up," Jack suggested. "Dump her a couple of blocks from her house stoned on weed and beer with her holes full of sperm. She won't have shit to say to her folks." "Good plan, Jack!" Smooth nodded. "It'll look like she went out and got a taste of the wild side -- which she did, actually." He nodded him off, "Go get that stuff." "So," Smooth turned to the others, "I want a piece of ass. Snort's due after me. She's fuckin' burnt; she shouldn't be no trouble. When Jack gets back, we'll pump out her ass and them that wants to can fill it. Get her to drink a shitload of beer, if you can -- another can or two, anyway. We'll top it off with shotguns of pot on our way back to her place. I want to dump her out before her folks are all freaked out, higher than a kite..." ------- Chapter 4 Toni never noticed the ladder work -- removal or replacement -- she was too exhausted. She gulped half of the beer she'd been given and fell into an exhausted sleep, the adrenaline that had kept her running at a hundred fifteen percent deserting her and leaving her with nothing. As a result, Smooth had her rolled up on her knees and was sliding his cock into her before she was even awake! She managed a petulant whine of "Nooooo..." before Smooth sheathed himself in her, but it was more the rude awakening than the recognition that she was being raped -- again. By the time she was awake, it was beyond too late; Smooth had a rhythm going and her raw pussy had adapted to it. "You didn't think we was done, did you?" Horse taunted. Toni looked up at him in resignation and said nothing, because nothing would help her and just about anything would tempt Horse and his cohorts to make things worse. She limited herself to gasps and grunts as she took the impacts of Smooth's attack on her pussy. The beers -- and she'd had several -- left her a more than a little drunk despite the exercise, the emotional turmoil, and the vomiting; she'd absorbed plenty of alcohol for her size and it left her prone to drift and not in full control, so she did the only thing she could do -- she endured Smooth's cock plowing in and out of her. She'd had worse -- VERY recently; no one was engaging her sore mouth or abused ass. Everyone else present seemed content to watch and make the occasional comment -- some taunts, some mere discussion of how the fuck seemed to be going. Horse seemed to sum it up with, "You're okay for a dead fuck, there, Slut." Toni just looked at him, her face expressionless; she couldn't dredge up the energy for outrage. Jack took almost ten minutes to return from the abandoned farmhouse, but when he did, he had everything he was sent for and then some. He'd collected the enema bag and filled it, some cider vinegar, some vegetable oil -- and something else... "Lookit," he said, waving a vibrator in front of Horse. "Perfect!" Horse grunted. "What's so great about that?" Ricky asked. "Up to now, Slut hasn't done shit but whine about the whole thing -- we're getting ours but she ain't been gettin' shit. That's gonna make her a little too high and mighty about the whole thing, you know? 'I was raped, but I fought it and I hated it' and blah, blah, blah..." Horse explained. "These motherfuckers are hard for a cunt to ignore -- you put it up against her clit and it rings that little motherfucker's bell. If we push Slut to enjoy what's happening, she'll get all guilty about it and be less likely to run to the cops or her parents or whatever with the details of her awful ordeal. When she talks to the cops or a lawyer, she'll have to explain why if it was rape, how come she enjoyed it?" "Yeah, that makes sense," Ricky nodded. "Besides, it's better all around if she gets off," Horse added. That got general nods. It was one thing to fuck the bitch and just use her holes, and another to get cooperation. Horse tossed the vibrator to Snort. "Hook her up." Toni eyed Snort disinterestedly as he approached, not seeing the vibrator. The room was swaying gently to the rhythm of Smooth's pounding and she was drifting with it. But then he reached under her and her clitoris made contact with a jarring buzz! Toni's eyes popped and she went, "Uuuuhhh!" as sensations flashed through her from her suddenly overstimulated clitoris. "Oooohhh!" She turned her head to regard Snort with wide eyes, taking in his grin. "Like that?" Snort asked. "N--no," she lied instinctively. "Give it a minute," Snort replied, rolling the vibrator over her clitoral hood, stimulating it from new directions. "She's lyin'," Smooth puffed. He could tell; in the first place, she'd shifted a bit to accommodate what was going on, and in the second, it was like her pussy woke up; it got firmer, less slack. Suddenly, the quality of the fuck went way up! Toni felt it, too; suddenly, Smooth's cock was more than a dull pounding against her inner surfaces; suddenly, she FELT it! Her clitoris had overridden the clamp her mind had on the sensations going on in her pussy from the fuck, releasing the layer of sensation that went beyond mere dull reports of contact and on to stimulation of the nerves that produced pleasure! Horror washed over Toni, accompanied by the thought, 'Oh, God, I'm starting to like it!' Turning her head to Snort, she pled, "No, please -- don't do this!" This was the final humiliation -- taking pleasure in the boys' awful abuse. She couldn't let this happen! Desperate, she made an attempt to crawl away -- one thwarted by Smooth's grip on her hips -- followed by an attempt to disengage from the vibrator -- also doomed to failure by the fact that Snort had a lot more maneuvering room than she did. Horse put his two cents worth in, "Lookit -- you're makin' her dance, Snort!" Toni looked up at the boy, anguished, and he grinned and waved his sausage of a cock at her. "Maybe I'll get another piece now that she's enjoyin' herself." "No! Please! God! You can't!" Toni looked around desperately, but no one seemed inclined to sympathy. And what was that Jack was holding? A douche bag? New fear gushed through her. Snort rubbed the vibrator in circles over Toni's clitoral hood -- and her efforts to avoid it were only mildly successful. They ALSO produced a level of participation in the fuck that increased Smooth's pleasure and backfired a bit on Toni in that her inner surfaces were being engaged in new and different ways regularly, too -- ways that tended to be pleasurable. Toni slumped onto her elbows and waved her muzzy head back and forth, panting, "No! No! No! No!" Denial, however, was useless; she was becoming aroused! "Don't! Please! Stop! No!" Inside her, a bud of arousal grew and bloomed -- and right next to it, a bud of horror and disgust and humiliation. The one didn't destroy the other as before -- they fed on one another, each growing as the other did. Pain and humiliation and violation and embarrassment had shielded her from the pleasure to be had from the acts she was participating in, numbing her -- but once she started taking pleasure from the acts anyway, the protection vanished, and she became humiliated and embarrassed by the fact that she WAS enjoying those acts, despite the pain and violation! And perversely, the doors to pleasure opened wider ... And guilt walked in. The vibrator was inexorable, inescapable, insistent -- and mindlessly mechanical. It was a thing, not a boy -- not an abuser. But it acted as a key, opening the door to Toni's reluctant sexual response ... Toni bit her lips, denying the boys any admission of her pleasure, but it was there and growing inside her, driven by the vibrator and Smooth's pumping cock. She fought and strained and tensed, struggling for control -- but her attempts to capture and imprison her pleasure only made it stronger. She began to pant from the effort, which brought a triumphant grin to Horse's homely face. Given all that had gone before, the run-up was surprisingly swift. Toni's bubble of joy escaped containment and exploded; Toni gave vent to it by going, "UuuuuuUUUUUHHH!!! HUH! HUH! HUH!" As an expression of pleasure, it was pretty vague, but her pussy didn't lie -- it sucked and clutched at Smooth's cock, making his eyes bulge -- and carrying him over the peak, too! "Holy SHIIIIT!" Smooth gasped as Toni's pussy wrung his cock for its juices -- and got them in long, hard pulses! "Well, lookit that!" Horse crowed. Toni went straight from orgasm to crying hysterically, as if a switch had been thrown; it felt so GOOD -- but it was the most awful thing that could have happened, from her perspective! To have to admit that she'd actually ENJOYED those despicable acts... "Just stay where you are, Slut," Horse directed. Toni covered her face and blubbered into her hands -- and as a result, didn't see what was coming... "Hey, Horse? I found this, too," Jack said quietly and pointed out the vegetable oil. "We can grease her from the inside..." "Good idea. Is that thing totally full?" Horse indicated the enema bag. "Yeah." "Dump some out -- not a lot -- and add some of that," Horse indicated the oil. "Give it a shake and bring it to me." Heading over to Toni, he distracted her by rubbing her upraised ass and chanting, "Somebody likes fucking, somebody likes fucking..." Toni wailed into her hands. Jack took maybe thirty seconds to complete the preparations. Horse waved Ricky over in front of Toni and motioned for him to keep her from going anywhere, greased the tip of the nozzle and totally without warning but with great ceremony, slipped the nozzle into Toni's unprepared anus! Toni shrieked and made to lunge forward, but Ricky's tree-trunk legs were in front of her shoulders and Horse pinned her hip against him with one hand, telling Jack, "Undo that clip." Toni had never experienced an enema. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she howled. "It's called an enema, Slut. Your ass is nasty." Snort complained. "We're cleanin' it for the next customer," Horse replied mildly. "It feels..." Toni didn't have words. "Will it hurt?" "You'll get some stomach cramps and you'll want to shit -- bad! DON'T DO IT until we tell you! Just hold it in for a bit and take the cramps, and then you can let it out and you'll be all squeaky -- understand?" Horse asked. "Yes..." Her tone betrayed her thought process, which was, "Why should I?" "We still got those tit pinchers, Slut. You crap on me and I'll go nuts with them things and you won't have nipples OR a clit! And if I do that..." Horse's threat extended to death at that point, and Toni knew it. Meanwhile, the sensations caused by the oily water flowing into her bowels were garnering a larger portion of Toni's attention. "You're really not ... hurting me, are you?" she whimpered. She felt full, and her belly was cramping with pains that felt like massive gas. The urge to let go was almost sexual in its intensity! "Naw," Horse assured her, "You can buy little bottles of stuff at the drugstore and do this all by yourself -- it's just water." He rubbed her hip encouragingly. "How long... ?" she gasped. "It hurts..." "Once it's all in, you can sit on that bucket and blow it all out," Horse told her. "In front of everybody?" Toni whined. "Do you think you can walk to the house and sit on the toilet?" Horse retorted. "Uhhh!" Toni suffered through a cramp. "N--no..." "Okay, then." "All set!" Jack announced, happy that he no longer had to hold the bag aloft. "Awright, I'm pullin' the tube," Horse told Toni. "Run over there and sit and squirt..." He slipped the tip out of her and let go of her hip. Toni nearly bowled Ricky over rushing past him to reach the metal bucket. "Don't look! PLEASE!" she whimpered -- but she HAD to let go... It was a LOT worse than the boys expected! "Jeezus!" Ricky gasped, "Did something die up inside you, Honey? Goddamn!" He headed for the ladder; Smooth and Snort followed, running from the stench. Toni turned nearly purple from embarrassment and humiliation. The smells ... the sounds ... but the sense of relief she got from having all that water gush from her was a salve to the rest of it... Horse rubbed his jaw; he was breathing through his mouth. "She's gonna need something to wipe with -- give her that top -- it's already nasty." Jack wanted to leave, but he knew better -- he was the bottom man on the totem pole. He got the blouse and handed it to Toni, who handled it gingerly, since it already had shit on it. Toni hovered over the bucket for a full five minutes before she was satisfied the eruption was over. She got up gingerly and wiped her abused ass on her ruined tank top. "Drape it over the bucket," Horse directed. "Jack..." Angrily, Jack took the bucket. "Take it inside and flush it down the toilet," Horse instructed. "Here, I'll come with you." He followed Jack down the ladder and they pulled it away; Toni noticed for the first time and crawled to the edge to gaze down at the boys, wondering what was next. "Take the blouse and throw it down that old outhouse, ' Horse directed Jack quietly, "We don't want it found and we don't want it clogging up the septic. Wash the bucket out, too, but don't go nuts -- we're gonna go through it again at the end, like Smooth said." He looked up at Toni looking down, "Get a beer, there Sweet Thang -- you earned it!" Smooth stepped up and looked at Horse; he'd been running things a bit too much to make Smooth comfortable. "We'll head back up. You can get the bag refilled, Horse -- add vinegar this time. Snort's due for pussy. Since we did all that ass cleaning, somebody probably ought to use it. Keep the vibe in play -- that was a good idea, you guys." "I'm doin' that ass," Horse muttered, "But I'll save it for the big finish." Jack headed off with the bucket, to everyone's relief, and Horse and Ricky wrestled the ladder back into place. Toni eyed them as they came back up the ladder from a perch on the mattress. Horse was almost acting nice -- which was scary, in a way; he just nodded at her and went for the enema bag -- but snagged a beer out of the cooler and handed it to her on the way back. "Get something in the top end." Then he was gone; Toni shifted her attention to Snort, who knelt up behind her and started rubbing her nipples. "Getting' into shit, finally?" he asked. "You need to loosen up if you're gonna be our main bitch..." Snort didn't mean it that way, but it was the nastiest, most humiliating thing he could have said, from Toni's perspective. She burst out in a wail, "I'm not ... I don't ... I ... AWWWWWW!!!" They'd USED her -- and she'd ENJOYED it -- and they KNEW it! She was in Hell... Ricky waved Snort off and sat on the mattress and picked up Toni as if she was a stuffed toy and plopped her on his lap to cuddle, "Shhhh, now! You'd think takin' a dick was something awful! Women fuck and suck dick every day, Hon -- you ain't the bottom of the heap. Jus' relax and get into it like you did with Smooth and pretty soon, everything will be rosy!" He rubbed her back and used a gentle grip on her forearm to raise the forgotten beer can to her lips. Toni took a swig -- and then another -- and a third, inadvertently moving the boys' agenda forward in her hopes that the alcohol would make it all go away -- or at least dull the painful parts some. Ricky's calm counsel was as bad as Snort's; it built upon her guilt and humiliation. "I'm not supposed to..." "Enjoy it?" Smooth took it up. "Bullshit. You're supposed to LOVE the stuff! Where do you think babies come from? Women love fucking -- that pure as the driven snow crap is for liars and hypocrites. You aren't a hypocrite, are you, Babe?" "You FORCED me!" Toni accused. Smooth cocked his head and pretended to think about it. "Yeah, that's true. We didn't have time to do, like, three dates, though -- and you DID want to be with us. We just moved shit along, you know?" "What about the other stuff?" Toni bleated. "Sucking?" Smooth shrugged. "Every chick should know how to give head. If you're on the rag or something, you need to offer your old man a place to poke. Same with the ass -- you can enjoy that if you work at it. Think about it," he added, after a pause, playing Devil's Advocate, "You can be the voice of experience to all those other eighth grade chicks out there..." "Are we done?" Toni sniffled. Smooth pursed his lips. "Not yet. You need to finish your initiation. Snort wants some pussy. Some of us want some ass, now that it's clean. You need to give each of us all of your holes." Smooth neglected to raise the subject of Horse pushing his long, fat cock up Toni's ass. "The good news is we have this..." he flourished the vibrator. "So we can help you overcome your reluctance..." "I'd rather not..." Toni began. "Enjoy it?" Smooth finished. "We can't leave you traumatized, Hon. We don't want you to be a lesbian. Hell, we went to all this trouble to initiate you -- don't you want to hang out?" Toni blinked, amazed. Was Smooth totally nuts? They were all going to fuck her -- everywhere -- raping and gang-banging -- and they expected her to 'hang out' after? "I--I..." she sputtered. "See?" Smooth insisted. "That's the problem here -- you've lost sight of what you wanted -- and you wanted to hang with us! Once the initiation is over..." He shrugged. Ricky, who was not in Toni's visual field, shook his head in admiration. This was Smooth, doing his patented psych warfare thing. Was Toni softened up enough to buy in? He cuddled her to him and rubbed her little titties, being gentle, providing an undercurrent that seemed to confirm Smooth's point of view. Dazed, Toni shook her head, muttering, "So this is all just... ?" "It's the cost of breaking in, Hon," Smooth said reasonably. "Guys get the shit beat out of them; chicks pay in pussy. Simple. You're on track to be the group's main squeeze." He waved his hands, "You don't think we do this shit all the time, do you?" "I..." Toni shook her head again. They couldn't, could they? They would all be in jail if they did, right? Beer and confusion reigned supreme. "Why don't you lie back and give Snort a little pussy while you think about it, Babe," Ricky said gently, lifting her off his lap. "You're probably over the hard part." He settled her on the mattress. Smooth, who was now above her head, let Snort know with hand signals that he wasn't there to play rough. Snort settled in between Toni's legs, businesslike, lubing his gnarly cock; nothing about him said this was abuse -- just a fuck. Toni watched him, dazed and confused. "I don't know ... Toni muttered, watching as Snort started rubbing his mushroom glans along her split. Indecision paralyzed her. "This ain't nothin' you haven't already done," Snort noted. "Who's got the vibe? Want another swig of beer? Hey, Ricky, roll a joint, willya? Give her a shotgun." Then he pressed forward -- relatively gently -- and Toni accepted him because she didn't know how to stop him. Toni lay there, bewildered. It didn't hurt; it wasn't super good, but Snort's cock didn't hurt. Everybody was acting like this was the most normal thing in the world ... Smooth leaned in with the vibrator and her clitoris started buzzing and she felt the result; her pussy began to clutch Snort's dick. Smooth leaned in over her and sucked in her left nipple and electrical charges ran from it to her clitoris and back -- and Toni realized that she wasn't insulated any more. She was going to enjoy this, whether she thought there was anything right about it or not! In fact, the parts of the situation that seemed so wrong seemed to add a little something to the mix ... Her pleasure was guilty pleasure -- forbidden pleasure -- something we all seem to be wired to enjoy. "Good?" Snort asked. Toni couldn't bring herself to say yes, so she said nothing -- but Snort grinned, anyway. The distinctive aroma of marijuana filled the loft and Ricky's voice announced, "Shotgun!" Toni oriented on it and watched the tip of the joint in Ricky's mouth flare as he sucked in the potent smoke. Toni knew it was for her, and she knew that fighting it wouldn't help and would only piss the boys off, so she accepted Ricky's lips on hers and inhaled as he expelled into her mouth. "Hold it," Ricky instructed. "Let it work." Toni didn't think about the fact that they probably couldn't make her do THAT -- she wasn't in any condition for deep thought; instead, she followed instructions, feeling the drug wash over her. "Good girl!" Ricky approved. Toni actually forgot herself and smiled back. "Give her another hit," Snort directed. Toni wasn't paying a lot of attention to him, but her pussy seemed to understand hospitality -- and she was starting to roll her hips a little. Between Smooth's bullshit and getting her fucked up, they were turning the corner... Ricky leaned in with another lungful and Toni took it, not bothering to analyze anything. She couldn't -- the wires were down. The voice in her head screaming about how horrible this all was had fallen into the background and gotten faint. Toni didn't know what was right or what was wrong -- and after the rush from her second lungful, which end was up was a question beyond analysis as the pot rushed over her senses. She felt the vibrator and she felt Snort's cock -- shouldn't that feel good? Upon examination, it did ... So did Smooth's gentle chewing on her nipple ... Ricky smiled down at her, apparently pleased... She let go. There had to be something better than fighting this, when no one else seemed to want her to. She relaxed visibly and her nostrils flared as she reacted to the onslaught of pleasure the act released! Her hand crept up to collect a handful of Smooth's dark curls -- not to push them away, but to hold him in place! Toni's hips began to move seriously, tracking Snort's stroke, adjusting to get him in deep. "No more vibrator," she panted. "It's getting..." She made a face; the thing was jangling her nerves now. "Just..." She STILL couldn't say, 'fuck me, ' but the boys got the point. Smooth pulled the vibrator away and waved it for Ricky to collect. Toni began to grunt in synch with the impacts of Snort's cock on her mound, "Huh ... Huh ... Huh..." It felt GOOD, finally... Ricky met Horse and Jack as they climbed the ladder and pulled them aside. "She's fucked up and Smooth has been running his bullshit and we're treating her like a princess -- and she's rolled over and started digging it. You, in particular, need to change up your approach, Man," he asserted, poking Horse in the chest. "So she's broke in?" Horse asked. Toni picked that moment to gasp, "UUUUHHHUUUUUNGGGGHHH!" and clutch at Snort; Ricky grinned and shrugged. "Smooth's got her thinkin' that all the rough stuff is just the initiation for pussy -- and it's all no harm, no foul. Right now, she seems to be buyin'. I shotgunned her a couple of times..." Horse nodded and took the joint. "She ain't big -- it don't take much..." Jack nodded sagely. "We're still gonna keep doin' her -- just not so rough. Try to keep her fucked up and happy, cool?" "Cool. Maybe I oughta make up some," Horse muttered. Holding out the joint, he said, "Jack, take a hit, then I'll give her a shotgun." Jack took the joint and sucked in a lungful while Ricky admonished, "Say nice shit." Horse nodded and retrieved the joint and headed for the trio fucking. Toni's second orgasm of the night was only a little better than the first -- probably because she didn't have to fight for it so hard. The voice in her head said that two orgasms were three too many while you're being raped, but it was way back at the back of the bus at this point. Even objectively, what Snort was doing to her wasn't rape -- she was actively participating and had NOT told him no ... Coming down, she saw Horse above her -- which gave her a little flutter -- but he was smiling. "You're doin' fine now, Babe," he approved. "Want another shotgun?" "I don't ... know..." she panted. She really didn't want to piss Horse off again. "Okay." She watched him suck in a lungful and lean down, and opened her lips for him to pour pungent smoke into her lungs through. Horse didn't go away while she held her breath; instead, he washed her lips with his tongue. 'He's making up... ' she thought, and opened her lips enough to suck his tongue into her mouth for the moment that she was able to hold her breath. He backed off, looking pleased, while she expelled the smoke and coughed, rubbing her cheek. She'd had a lot of pot and things were beginning to move on their own, it seemed like, so she went back to concentrating on Snort. She was rubbing Snort's bony shoulders -- when had she started doing that? -- and he was making funny faces, and was all red... "YAAAAHHH!!!" Snort roared, and started gushing inside her. Toni felt him pulse, felt the spurts, felt the wetness inside her, and tried to remember if she'd felt the others. 'Yeah, I did, ' she mused, nodding to herself. It just all seemed so awful then ... Snort's face drifted before her, announcing, "That was good shit, Babe!" Toni nodded vacuously. "Want some more beer?" Ricky offered, handing her her latest can. The pot made Toni thirsty, so she sucked the remainder down gratefully. Ricky circled around and settled between her legs, jacking himself. "I want some booty, okay?" Toni frowned at him, "But that hurts!" "Did it hurt ALL the time?" Ricky asked. "Well..." Toni couldn't remember. "I'm not sure..." "Look, that was before we cleaned you out -- you're pretty slick now ... C'mon..." Ricky wheedled. Horse opened him mouth to say something, but Ricky held up a finger. Toni said, "I dunno..." then picked up the byplay. "All right." She didn't want Horse pissed again... Ricky wasted no time -- he raised her legs, saying "I can get in like this, like I did you the first time." Toni's ass WAS slick and she was too out of it to get into a tizzy over it, so the penetration went fairly quickly. It hurt some, distantly, but nothing like before. Ricky worked until he was rooted, then looked up. "Get the vibe." "She said..." Smooth began. "Use it different. Run it on the lips, poke her hole with it -- it's important..." Ricky insisted. Toni was so stoned that she just looked from one to the other, not really taking things in. Smooth looked down at Toni and saw no objection on her face, so he shrugged and retrieved the vibrator and leaned in to do as Ricky asked. Ricky straightened up to give him room. "That okay?" Smooth asked, rubbing the vibrator along Toni's split. Toni took stock. "Yeah, okay, yeah..." Smooth shrugged and resumed, and Ricky started sliding in and out of Toni's back passage. It wasn't awful, Toni decided. It wasn't great -- she wasn't going to cum -- but Toni suspected correctly that she was too distanced from things by the pot and the beer to cum. After Ricky got settled, it wasn't painful -- in fact, it was mildly pleasurable. The vibrator helped, but as stoned as Toni was, it probably wasn't necessary. Ricky pumped for a while and panted, "Can you clamp down a little?" Horse stirred, and again Ricky stuck out a finger, knowing he was going to swat Toni somewhere. But Toni clenched her anus and Ricky grunted, "Yeah, like that. You don't have to hold it -- pulse it." For Toni it was something to do -- something to concentrate on to keep her from floating off somewhere. She went to work on it, using the effort to ground herself. Ricky got his cock clamped down on every couple of strokes -- and it was plenty to get him where he was going -- fairly quickly, as it turned out. "Shit!" he gasped, as he hit the peak. "Come on, Babe, just a couple more ... Yeah ... FUUUUCK!" Ricky buried his thick cock to the root while it sprayed Toni's insides, then rubbed it back and forth in Toni for a few more slow strokes, enjoying the feel of the aftermath. Then he withdrew, checking the mess -- which was minimal. Horse tossed him an old towel that had been collected during the last run to the house to wipe on. "Who's next?" Ricky asked. ------- Chapter 5 "Me," a voice announced. Toni turned her head and a bolt of fear went through her. Horse! He was going to jam that thing of his up her... "Take it easy," Horse placated, watching Toni get worked up. "Ricky's got you running wide open -- it'll be fine. Roll over, so you don't get all freaked out. Smooth, give her a hand, willya?" Ricky dealt with it instead, handling Toni as if she weighed five pounds instead of twenty times that. When she was on her hands and knees, he got down in front of her and locked gazes with her. "Horse is right -- you're wide open. Just let him in and it'll be fine. Somebody got a joint running?" He looked around. "I got the roach," Snort muttered, and fished out a lighter. In a couple of seconds, he'd puffed it to life. "Shotgun!" He sucked in a lungful and stuck his face in between Ricky's and Toni's, settling his lips on hers. Toni sucked in the smoke as if it was gaseous courage -- which maybe it was... Horse waited until she was distracted by the shotgun to poise his long, fat cock at Toni's sphincter. Like Ricky, he was in the door before Toni really realized what was up. Toni was loose and open and oily and Horse had no problem getting a good start on things, to everyone's surprise. Toni turned around to look at him with wide eyes, still holding the smoke in her lungs. Horse grinned at her, "See? No problem!" It wasn't all rosy, but another hit off the joint left Toni too stoned to get wild about it; Horse could probably have removed her spleen with a dull knife without much of a fight. She wasn't steady on all fours and had to rest her head on her forearms. Horse's girth stretched Toni's poor anus right to the ripping point -- but didn't QUITE go beyond, and she was relaxed enough to take the heat, like a drunk that walks away from a car crash that would have killed him if he'd been sober. She was incredibly tight, though; Horse found himself on the ragged edge in record time. "Shit, this is good booty!" he gasped, long-stroking Toni's stretched out anus. "Fuckin' booty!" A few strokes later, he gasped, "Gonna get mine!" through clenched teeth, then, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" and his cock let go, painting Toni's colon with another coat of white goo. Like Ricky, he hung in for a bit, enjoying the clasp of Toni's sphincter on his sensitive cock, then withdrew. Again, there was very little mess; he took the towel and wiped, then said, "Smooth?" Smooth eyed Toni's asshole; it was wide open and drooling a creampie. "Pass. We all know she could do it -- and I like pussy better. Besides, she's fucked up." Ricky circled around and rubbed Toni's shoulder; she was barely conscious. "Hey, hey, you're in now -- congratulations!" Toni opened one eye. "We're done?" "Yeah." "Good." She started to collapse. Horse grabbed her hips. "Time to clean up!" "Later..." Toni muttered. "Now," Horse insisted. "Jack?" Jack came forward with the enema bag. "Again?" Toni whined. "Again," Smooth agreed. "Vinegar douche. We don't want the cops finding anything that might get us in trouble if you wake up tomorrow all pissy." "I'll be good!" Toni promised. "We're makin' sure, Hon. Sorry!" Horse rubbed Toni's ass so it would close up, then inserted the tube. "It gives me cramps!" Toni whined petulantly. "We're not usin' so much," Horse replied. Turning to Jack, he said, "Only half. We need the other half for her pussy." Toni eyed Horse blearily. "Will it hurt my pussy?" "Dunno, but women do vinegar douches all the time, so I don't think so." "Well..." Toni felt full already, and her control wasn't good. "It's hard..." "What's hard?" Horse asked. "Holding it..." Toni squinched up her face. "Hang on..." Horse pressed. "That's about half," Jack announced. "Better bring the bucket here..." Horse directed, extracting the tip of the hose from Toni's ass. Smooth got the bucket. "Okay, Hon -- sit up..." It still stank -- Toni wasn't squeaky clean, even after the first enema. Jack held his breath while he swapped out the smooth anal tip for the grooved one used for vaginal douches. Horse and Snort had to hold Toni up over the bucket; she was too stoned to squat over it. Fortunately, it didn't take that long for her to empty. When she said "I think I'm done," Jack approached her with the douche bag. "Stick this up your pussy," Jack told her. Toni, who was beginning to recover a bit, frowned. "I dunno..." "Just do it, Babe," Horse grunted. Toni flicked him a glance. "Oh, all right." 'No sense pissing Horse off after all this, ' she thought. She took the grooved tip and worked it up inside her. It burned a little; Toni worried about it, but Smooth assured her, "Women DO vinegar douches! Honest!" The acidic water dribbled out of her pussy until the bag had emptied, taking some of the mess the boys left in there with it. Smooth wiped Toni's ass with the 'butt towel' and Jack took all of the paraphernalia away while the others got dressed and helped Toni back into her clothes. Ricky went down the ladder below Toni in case she lost her grip and fell -- she was still shaky. They led her to the van and settled her inside, Snort and Smooth following and replacing the cooler in the van. Toni was still lethargic, but she managed to ask blearily, "You're done, right? I'm not gonna die, am I?" "Nah, you're our main piece, now," Smooth assured her. "Why would we kill you? Then we'd have to go to all this trouble to initiate ANOTHER main piece!" "Okay..." Sober, Toni might have worried that they were lying; stoned, the answer seemed to make sense, so she left it alone. Jack came back from his errands at the farmhouse and they left the farm behind, headed back to Toni's home town. The boys let her recover from the pot, mostly, cuddled in Ricky's lap; she was still plenty high for their purposes. Beer was another matter -- she got most of another can en route. Toni continued to be lethargic from the pot; if Ricky's hands wandered over her breasts or Snort's up her thighs, well, they'd been there before. She was going home -- no need to piss them all off NOW and maybe get dumped off too far from home to walk... They let her off around the corner from her house -- they couldn't let her stagger too far. "I'd try to get a bath or crash, if I was you," Smooth advised. "You don't wanna look like shit for your folks and you DON'T wanna tell them you was out fucking five guys..." The official tale as far as the boys were concerned was that it wasn't rape -- merely her initiation. They kept presenting it that way to Toni -- and the fact that her body betrayed her and allowed her to enjoy it in the latter stages tended to support their case. Yeah, it was rape -- but it was easier for Toni to pretend to herself that it wasn't than it was to live with the guilt that arose from her cooperation and enjoyment. Toni dragged herself to the house and up on to the porch and stuck her key in the door. Dad's car wasn't there, so her folks hadn't returned. Her relief at that ended sharply when the door flew open and her brother Cliff stood there, glaring at her balefully. "Where the FUCK have you been? Get in here!" Toni licked dry lips. "I ... went to a party." "No shit!" Cliff snarled. "You smell like a brewery! What the fuck were you thinking! You're fourteen! You can't be drinking and raising Hell!" There was more in this vein, but Toni just endured it; it seemed like she stood there for an hour while her brother's anger blasted in her ears. Finally, she licked her lips and said, "I have to go to the bathroom." "Fucking RIGHT you do! Get your butt in the shower and then into bed, before Mom and Dad see your raggedy drunk ass! Fuck!" He grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her up the stairs to the bathroom, then went off, still ranting and raving. Toni settled on the pot to pee (which stung a bit) and turned on the bathtub faucets on, filling the tub, and added some bubbling bath salts. She felt ... filthy ... and she was aware that some of that just wasn't going to wash off. She settled into the tub and rubbed some of the places where she was sore -- avoiding her crotch. Experience with sports said she was going to have a couple of bruises to explain away. Cliff waited twenty minutes, fuming, before sticking his head in the door. "You aren't sleeping in there, are you?" He sighed to himself; Toni was slumped down in the tub, everything under bubble bath, but awake. All the yelling and screaming was because HE felt guilty for abandoning her and letting her wander off to do whatever the Hell it was she ended up doing; it came from love and concern, not anger. He'd failed her -- and he couldn't even guess how badly... "I'm okay," Toni croaked. "I'm comin' in." "I'm covered." "Where were you?" It would be easier to work this out with Cliff than Mom... "Some guys invited me to a party. It was mostly older kids. Everybody was drinking..." 'And smoking pot and fucking... ' "Who were they?" Cliff asked. "Do you know a really big guy named Ricky? Or a guy named Horse?" Cliff shook his head. "Smooth? Snort?" Cliff looked irritated. "You went to a party with guys with names like that? What were they, some kind of gang?" "Yeah, well, maybe..." "Then what happened?" "I got drunk," Toni muttered. "What else?" "Nothing else." Toni turned her head. "Liar!" "That's it -- I swear!" "Toni..." Tears started. "I got fucked -- all right? DON'T tell Mom!" "Holy shit -- they FUCKED you?" Cliff howled. "I was drunk. There was pot. I couldn't stop it." "Are you hurt?" Cliff's voice was all concern. "I'm a little sore. Nothing's broken..." "Except your cherry! Mom and Dad will have MY ass over this, too!" Cliff grunted. "Let's just ... keep it between us." Cliff wondered if that was possible. "Stand up -- let's see the damage." He dragged down the shower head and set the temperature and rinsed the bubbles and bath oil off Toni, looking at her nude for the first time in a long time. "You smoked dope?" he asked as he sprayed her off and the bathtub drained. "They did this shotgun thing..." "Oh. Sis, what the fuck were you thinking?" "It got out of hand -- fast. One minute, I had everything in control, and the next ... I couldn't fight it properly..." Toni started to cry. "Booze and pot will do that. You have to take it easy -- and not mix them, preferably," Cliff advised. He got her a big bath towel and started rubbing her down. "How bad was it?" "Bad, at first," Toni sniffled. "Real bad. But then..." She looked away. "I started to like it," she whispered. "Easy!" she yelped, grabbing Cliff's forearm as he rubbed her ass. "What? They did your ass? Bend over!" Cliff pried open Toni's muscular ass cheeks. Her bung looked used, all right -- so did her pussy, all puffy and pink. "How many?" "Three? Four? Five in my pussy. And blowjobs..." "Holy shit!" "I'm a slut," Toni whimpered softly. "You were raped!" Cliff insisted. "I let them, though! I ... cooperated, after a while! I even got a couple of orgasms!" "There were a shitload of them!" Cliff argued. "What were you supposed to do? It was better you didn't fight and piss them off! Besides, you were drunk and doped up..." "But I LIKED it!" Toni wailed. "Don't you understand? I LIKED being fucked!" Cliff cuddled his sister to him. "You're supposed to, Silly! How do you think babies are made? Do you think guys just hit girls over the head with a club and fuck them while they're unconscious?" "I should have hated it, the whole time -- but they used a vibrator on me and I couldn't keep from enjoying it and after that..." Toni hung her head. "I'm a slut! Your sister is a slut!" "Shhhh..." Cliff cuddled her, feeling horrible. This was largely his fault -- and on top of that there was the fact that his cock was like stone while he talked about a wild gang bang with his naked, nubile and freshly fucked sister... "I think it's better that you took some pleasure in it rather than being ruined for boys forever!" He let her go and backed off in order to keep her from feeling his hard-on. "Let's get a look..." He started at the top of her head and worked down. "Uh oh -- got any make-up?" "Why?" "You have a big hickey on your neck on the right side." He kept looking. Her breasts didn't seem too bad off ... Realizing that he was taking a bit too much in the way of time with them, he removed his hands. "Check my right nipple, will you?" Toni asked. "Somebody pinched it, real hard..." Cliff examined it closely, feeling like a louse for enjoying it. "It ... seems fine." "It's still a little sore, maybe..." Toni reached up to take over rubbing it from him. Cliff resumed his examination. There was a developing bruise on her belly... "What happened here?" "They punched me a couple of times to knock the breath out of me," Toni related. "Well, no midriff tops for a couple of days..." Cliff advised. He flicked his eyes past her pudenda and down to her thighs. "No hair?" "I shave," Toni related. "I don't have a lot and it looks all scraggly and I have sports. One of the boys said it made me a slut." Cliff pursed his lips. "Women in porn flicks shave, generally. It kind of improves things -- you can see what they're doing better, you know? Lots of girls do it, though -- you've got good enough reasons." He eyed her. "Were there any girls at this party?" Toni hung her head. "No. I said it was a party, trying to minimize it -- but you know too much now. Some guys in a van offered to take me cruising. They were gonna do 'guy things' -- you know how I like to hang out with the guys ... One of those 'guy things' was fucking me, though ... I got the club initiation -- that's what they called what they did. I'm the club main squeeze, now, they said. I ... kinda agreed to things early on without knowing what I was getting into." She couldn't look at him. "I did it -- I drank the beers and I let them blow weed down my throat. I told them I was sixteen..." "But they took advantage of you," Cliff replied. "They did that stuff on purpose to see how far you would go -- and then when you stopped, they MADE you go the rest of the way. You screwed up, sure -- but it was a trap. I screwed up, too -- if you'd been with me, you might have had a little beer, but everyone would have kept their cocks in their pants. You'd have been safe. I'm real sorry, Sissy." Embarrassed, he returned to his examination. "You've got bruises on your ankles, too. Better wear leg warmers or something for a few days." He stood again. "Do you want some cream or something on ... that?" He pointed at her pussy. "Would you?" Toni grabbed some body lotion from the shelf. "I can't see, and it's sore..." She dispensed the lotion into her hand and handed him the bottle while she rubbed it on her arms. "Let's go in my room and I'll lay on a towel." "Yeah, I'll rub you down or something..." Cliff realized that he was probably going too far, but Sissy wanted him to do it and... Toni arrayed herself on the bath towel on her bed, lying on her stomach. "Just slather it on my back and stuff; I'll roll over for the front and between my legs." Cliff did as she asked, taking his time, doing her back and shoulders, and then working up from her feet to her bubble butt. His cock was diamond-hard, which embarrassed him, but Sissy was a woman, young or not, and this was his first time doing anything close to this with a woman... Then she rolled over -- and things got REALLY hard! Oiling Toni's breasts nearly made him cum in his pants -- they felt FANTASTIC! And Toni moaned and squirmed and was obviously enjoying it. Then she spread her legs, lifting her knees and putting her feet flat on the mattress, spread wide. "Look at it," she croaked. "It isn't all torn up, is it?" Cliff climbed between her thighs and knelt to examine her closely. The smell of her wafted up to his nose, making his cock even harder. "It's just pink," he said, feeling around gently. "Sorry, I don't have any basis for comparison -- but I don't see anything obvious." "Have you had sex, Cliffy?" Toni asked. "Yeah, a couple of times," he admitted. "But not in a bed -- not to be able to look at things." "How is my butt?" "Puffy. Sore looking. Not wrecked, I don't think." She'd had three or four cocks up there... 'Sissy has tripled my experience in one night!' Cliff mused. 'I've never done an ass... ' Cliff had three blowjobs and two quick fucks to his credit -- that was it... "Put the cream on it," Toni directed. Cliff pumped some out of the bottle and started applying it to Toni's ass; her bunghole winked at his touch. "Did it hurt?" "Like fire, when I fought it," Toni replied, sighing in pleasure from the cool lotion's touch. "Later, when I was fucked up and had cum a couple of times and just let it happen, it wasn't bad. I don't know about cumming, but it was kind of pleasant." She raised herself on her elbows and announced, "You need an enema, though, or it's messy." "What?" Cliff blinked, rubbing her bung gently with the lotion. Was it loosening up? "They gave me an enema after I stopped fighting so much. The first time hurt like Hell and was real messy -- but the enema wasn't much fun, either and it stinks and it's REAL embarrassing..." She settled back. "But after that, it wasn't as messy and it wasn't as bad." After a moment, she said, "See if you can get a little inside? Just a little way..." Her bung WAS loosening up -- just a little ... Cliff kept ringing it with his finger, fascinated. He took another dollop of lotion and laid it right on the opening -- and it winked closed and reopened. He did it again, and a third time, then gently pressed -- and his sister's asshole flowered open around his finger and allowed it passage. Toni groaned, but it sounded like pleasure. "Yeah, there ... That's where it's rubbed raw..." Cliff worked his finger in her, never going past the second joint, and she sighed and gurgled and said, "Yesss..." After a bit, she said, "That's good," and he pulled the finger, to find it clean. Wiping it on the corner of the towel anyway, he gathered some lotion and began to work on Toni's pussy. He started at the bottom and worked up, spreading goo on her pink channel from down low where the opening to her vagina was upwards toward the little hood of flesh that covered her clitoris. "God, that's Heavenly!" Toni husked. Cliff worked the outside, then the inside of her pink lips, and fed lotion into her vaginal opening. Toni moaned in pleasure. Then he worked his way upward. Her clitoris had gotten stiff, he noticed; he'd never SEEN one, but he'd felt a couple, and Sissy's was up and aroused. He worked his finger over it... "Oh, yessss..." Toni moaned. Cliff couldn't tear himself away. He loaded lotion on three fingers and rubbed them over her clitoris and labia -- not so much to soothe them, but to add to Toni's arousal. He spread some down toward her vaginal opening and worked it into the opening with the forefinger of his other hand. Toni began to pant. "Yes, yes, yes ... There ... Ohhhh..." Her ass started bouncing, following his fingers, her muscular thighs driving it to and fro. Cliff kept going, a new target in mind... It took very little time to get there; Toni went, "OH! OH! OH!" and her knees clamped together, trapping his right arm, while her pussy pulsed. "Oooohhhh! Soooo goooood!" she moaned, gasping. Cliff kept at it until her legs released his arm, then hopped up and ran for the door. "I gotta go, Sissy!" It was go to his room and jack off wildly or fuck his sister -- those were the choices! "Thank you!" Toni called after him. What else could she say? She'd acted like a total slut, letting him masturbate her to orgasm! But it felt so good and she was SOOO relaxed ... She dragged a sheet over her and drifted off. ------- They both looked like Hell the next morning, prompting questions from Toni's parents. Cliff was ridden by guilt and his cock was sore from beating off like a madman with the vision of his sister's hot, pink pussy and asshole before him. Toni looked like she'd been beaten and raped. "What did you two DO last night?" wasn't a question either of them could answer truthfully -- and neither had a good lie prepared. "I got into some trouble after the game," Cliff lied gamely. "You look like you BOTH did!" Mom replied, then, her eyes sharpening, she howled, "WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR NECK, YOUNG LADY?" Toni had forgotten the hickey! Eventually, the pair of them managed to get out of the interrogation with a story about how some young Romeo had gone to work on Toni in the stands at the game and Cliff had chased them down and gotten into a fight with the boy, defending Toni's honor -- and Toni waded in and caught some trouble, too. The tale came together in pieces and it was a miracle that they pulled it off; separate interrogations would have ruined them both. Toni got a serious scolding and grounded for a week -- something she broke the very next day when Cliff drove her to Planned Parenthood for tests and birth control pills, but her parents would be VERY slow to figure THAT out... ------- It was a month later. Toni sat in the stands at one of Cliff's games, cheering his team on. Cliff had watched her like a hawk for two weeks, then backed off -- and both of them knew why; Cliff wanted to fuck her. Toni didn't blame him; what he didn't know was that the door was open. Toni had gone through a whole gamut of emotions in the first few days following her ordeal, but her body didn't let her head get too far out of hand. Toni had an itchy pussy... A shadow passed over her and someone plopped down close on her left. "Want some popcorn?" Toni looked up and gasped, "Smooth!" "Hey, how is our main squeeze today?" Toni swung at him, "You're a rapist!" Fortunately for Smooth, there was a lot of crowd noise. "Aw, c'mon, Hon -- it was an initiation, that's all. No harm, no foul!" "Bullshit!" Toni leaned in to hiss. "You raped me!" "Come on, now..." Smooth rubbed her back. "Well, you did!" "Well, you bought into it -- you KNOW you did..." Smooth continued to weave his web. "I didn't know what I was getting into!" "You weren't supposed to -- nobody EVER gets told what's gonna happen at an initiation -- that's how it's done!" Smooth insisted. "Well..." What was she doing cuddling up to this guy? "Wanna come down and see the gang?" Smooth asked, rubbing her side, hugging her to him. He leaned over to kiss her neck. "If my brother sees you, he'll bring the whole team and beat you guys to death with baseball bats!" Toni erupted. "He knows!" "What about your folks?" "We lied." "Let's take this somewhere out of sight," Smooth suggested, wondering which way she would flip. She hadn't screamed for a cop, but she'd been angry... "Last time I went somewhere quiet with you I got fucked!" Toni hissed. "Yeah..." He continued to rub her shoulder. 'Why am I doing this?' Toni wondered. "You lead off." "Okay." Smooth got up and headed down the bleachers, wondering if Toni would follow. Toni DID follow, wondering why. When they were behind the bleachers, Smooth pulled Toni in and kissed her -- and she let him, again wondering why. "The van is over there," Smooth pointed. "No rough stuff!" Toni insisted. "I'll scream -- and there are plenty of people around!" "Okay," Smooth shrugged. Taking her hand, he led her toward the van. Ricky slid open the door, "Hey, Babe." "You bastard!" Toni retorted, but there just wasn't that much anger in her tone. Snort waved. "Wanna beer?" "I need to be straight, so my brother doesn't move Heaven and Earth to kill you guys!" Toni replied. "Frankly, I don't know why I'm here!" "Because you're our main squeeze and we came for you, that's why." Smooth, standing behind her, nuzzled her neck. "No marks, Smooth. You guys sure have balls!" Toni grunted. "Hey, Horse..." She leaned in to look at the ugly boy. "Mine are still pretty big," Horse replied. "Wanna watch me scratch?" "Sure, go ahead," Toni replied, smiling crookedly. "You might as well fish 'em out -- I've seen them." 'That's why I'm here, ' she realized. 'These guys KNOW! I can let my hair down... ' She wanted a cock -- maybe several -- but she couldn't admit that to anyone else she knew -- except maybe Cliff ... She nodded at Jack in the driver's seat. "What do you guys want?" "We thought you might like to hang out with the guys," Ricky drawled. Toni punched his shoulder. "Like last time?" "We thought maybe we could do things a whole lot friendlier, now that you're a member and everything," Snort said carefully. "So you're gonna ASK me to suck your dick?" Toni carped. "Well, yeah..." Snort eyed her sidelong. "So go ahead -- ask me!" "Will you suck my dick?" Snort asked formally. "Get it out," Toni sighed, climbing into the van. She raised a finger and swept her gaze over them. "No rough stuff! No marks! Try to keep me from looking like I've been torn up! We don't leave the parking lot, and when the game is over, I'm gone! You don't want my brother looking for you!" The males looked at each other. "That's fair," Smooth spoke for the group. "Okay, does this seat crank down?" Toni asked, eyeing the center seat. ------- An hour later, she was back in the stands. The gang was gone. Toni had sucked Snort and Jack and fucked Smooth, Ricky, and finally, Horse. Her panties were soaked with semen, but she felt ... good, actually. Cliff waited until they were walking home to say, "I missed you in the stands -- for about six innings..." Toni scuffed her shoes along the ground for a few steps before muttering, "They came to the game." "Those boys?" Cliff grabbed her and spun her toward him. "They raped you again? Right at the game?" "They didn't rape me, Cliffy," Toni muttered, hanging her head. "They were perfect gentlemen, now that I'm a member of their gang..." "But?" Toni took a deep breath. "I fucked them. They didn't make me. They asked -- and I said yes." "But WHY?" "Because I got tired of waiting for you to do it, Cliffy. I'm a woman now. I need sex." "You expected me to..." "You know you want to," Toni eyed him sidelong. "I know you want to. You're the only person who knows -- besides them..." "So you fucked them," Cliff muttered, dazed. "Jeezus!" "Maybe there's more to it than that," Toni replied. "They ... own me. I'm their girl -- their property. They left their mark on me." "It has to stop. They can't DO that!" Cliff erupted. "Why?" Toni looked up at him and caressed his cheek. "The damage is done. If they're good to me and I want it..." "They raped you! They're treating you like a whore!" Cliff ranted. "I'm a slut, Cliffy. I'm sorry, but that's what I am. I can do things with them, out of everyone's sight, or I can wander from guy to guy at school and you'll have to put up with my reputation. Or..." "Or what?" "Or you can help me handle it -- keep the itch down. You KNOW you want to..." Toni's smile turned seductive. "That's incest!" "I won't come between you and other girls," Toni promised. "I'm on the pill. It'll be fine." "I dunno..." "Let the guys alone, then," Toni insisted. "We're past the bad stuff." "Let me think about it," Cliff murmured. Toni took his hand and they resumed trudging home. Toni was satisfied; the interlude with the boys had settled question after question. She might not have started out that way -- she might have gone to her marital bed virginal, once -- but she needed cocks now. She'd been ... altered ... by her experience. Cliffy would see the light; in a week or so, she would call the phone number on the piece of paper crumpled in the front pocket of her shorts and the guys would come by to hang out. Maybe Cliffy would even want to suck beer with them and get high ... In some ways, Toni was ruined -- but in others, she was free... ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-02-16 Last Modified: 2010-02-18 / 09:41:59 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------