****** Dirty Little Time had by All by Cathy Thompson ******
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Dirty Little Time had by All


(c) Copyright this story in the sole property of Cathy Thompson. It is based on
a series of reoccurring dreams that I have. It is not to be used by any
commercial web site for profit. It is to be posted only on "The White Shadows"
for the pleasure reading of others. Feedback is welcome at
cathytcathy@Prodigy.net

(Exhibitionism, Gang Bang, Humiliation, vomit, mud, and zoo-sex Horse/woman)


Standing between the aisles I fought to build up my courage while pretending to
scan the shelves for something to eat. But, eating was the last thing on my
mind. What I really wanted to do was to go over and chat up the guy behind the
counter. He did look a little silly in his 7-eleven uniform, but every girl in
our neighborhood knew we was not some loser stuck to a go nowhere job. At
around 6' 4" and the body of an athlete he was practically a god. A future
lawyer studying at our nearby university or at least that is what he told
everybody, made him hot property among all the girls in the area. It was
surprising to me that a warm sunny Saturday afternoon I seemed to be the only
girl out for the hunt.

Dressed for the hunt, I had worn an outfit designed to put my bait in its most
favorable light while trying not to go too far and looking like a slut. At 5'
10" on a 125-lbs. frame and naturally tanned honey brown skin, I always
considered my legs one of my best features. I had worn shorts that were hemmed
just below my crotch and left just a hint of ass cheek in the back. I wore a
pair of wedge shaped sandals to give me the effect of wearing high heels and
adding to the wiggle of my walk. Wanting to make my 34c breast look as big and
inviting to touch as possible I had wore a bodice hugging halter top that
cupped each tit separately in a sling effect as it looped around the back of my
neck. The thin red cotton material disclosed the erect nipples of my tits. It
was a top that turned me on just to wear, knowing how much of myself I was
revealing to the world. It left quite a lot of bare chest and cleavage exposed
and provocatively buttoned down the front.

Just the same, I left the top two buttons undone and the flaps ironed back. So
if a man, say around 6' 4," happened to be talking to me, he could look right
down my top and see most of the inside curves of my breast and a temporary rose
tattoo I had applied to the inside curve of my left breast. My outfit left a
gap of several inches between the top and my shorts leaving my little belie
button gold ring and the bell shape of my hips exhibited. Waiting for the right
moment to talk with him, I aborted several attempts when someone new came into
the store and waited patiently for them to leave.

Knowing that after hanging around the aisles for so long I had to buy
something, I grabbed a small bag of chips that I had no intention on eating and
headed to the counter. His eyes said it all as they darted down the front of my
top and then fought to talk to my face and not my breast. "That will be $3.20,"
he said in a deep baritone that made my knees weak. "How is the law coming?" I
asked as I cocked my head to one side and purposely shifted my hips to draw his
attention to my bare midriff.

"Fine, Fine" He chuckled back, "But the studying is a grid, all the time, study
study study" Wanting to keep the conversation going, but knowing what to say,
all I could think of was to make an excuse to stay in the store longer and hope
that I could entice him out from behind the counter for something more than a
casual exchange at the cash register. "Sorry, I forgot to get something to
drink" I said shaking my head and making my long raven black hair sway behind
me as I turned and headed back into the aisles.

Starring blankly through the refrigerator door at a shelf of sodas, I pondered
in my mind what I might say and do to entice Mr. 7-eleven hunk to ask me out.
Tired of high school boys I felt I was ready to handle a real college man. Then
something out the window caught my attention and I looked up.

Just then a red classic corvette convertible pulled into the parking lot. It
looked like one of those cars that guys spend so much time on. Engine sticking
up out of the front of the cover and bright polish silver trim and pipes
everywhere you looked. It was like right out from behind one of those tacky
bikini models on the cover of a car magazine. It spoke money, both in raw cash
and in leisure time to maintain that type of car.

For the moment I forgot about Mr. 7-eleven hunk and watched as this guy,
brimming with an air of self assured poise, jumped out of the convertible and
walked into the store. With one glance he spotted me still near the sodas and
made an abrupt change in direction to walk my way. As he got close he wiped the
mop of wind blown blonde hair back from his eyes. Without a word he stood next
to me. His tall lanky body hovered over mine as I stood between him and the
refrigerator cooler of cold sodas. As he leaned over my shoulder, reaching past
me for a can, he openly gawked down the front of my top and grabbed the first
can his fingers touched.

A chill traveled down my body as he continued to stare down my top. Self-
consciously I reached up and closed the open flaps of my top and held my hand
there to preserve my modesty. This elicited an open chuckle from him and he
smiled at me all knowingly. Turning away I walked over to the next row of
selves and notice out of the corner of my eyes how he was checking out my ass
with a leering grin. Nothing shy about this fellow I though. His open approval
of my body brought a slight smile to my lips. Half disappointed and half-
relieved that he was not following me around the store I decided my hunt to
snare the 7-eleven hunk would have to wait for another day.

Grabbing an orange juice I headed back to the counter. No sooner than I got to
the counter Mr. Mop top was standing beside me with a soda and a package of
beef jerky. As Mr. 7-eleven hunk rang up my order I could feel some fingers
lightly tracing against my upper thighs. With my purchase done I headed
outside.

Just before I put my sunglasses back on I could not help but to take a scan at
Mr. Mop top car. I slowly strode by with my "Ain't I pretty" leisurely walk
past his car, knowing that Mr. Mop top would still be checking me out from the
checkout counter.

"Ain't she pretty" Mr. Mop top called out to me as he bounded out of the store
in a disguised rush. For a moment I was not sure if he was talking about his
car or mocking me. "Yes, it a really nice car" I said over my shoulder and kept
walking slowly away. "Would you like a ride in it?" He yelled as I reached the
end of the parking lot and began to turn down the sidewalk for home. Thinking I
was being cute I gave him a little bye bye wave with my hand.

Hearing his engine roar to life I expected him to drive by and check me out
once more. I quicken my pace and tugged by shorts down into place. Sure enough
I heard Mr. Mop tops car behind me. Wondering how my ass looked from behind, I
made it a point to sway my hips a little more than usual. To my surprise he did
not dive by, but pulled up right along side me and slowed down.

"You did not answer my question?" He said with a boyish grin. Looking at Mr.
Mop top, I speculated that he was at least in his early twenties. "WHAT
QUESTION?" I snapped back still half annoyed at his persistence and half liking
the attention he was devoting to me on a otherwise boring Saturday afternoon.

Figuring he was not going to stop cruising his car along the sidewalk till I
talked to him, and worried about what the scene looked like to passing
motorist, I stopped and faced him. "Your car is very nice, but I am not about
to hope into a car with a complete stranger" I said and wondered if he realized
I had just turned 17.

"I'm Tom," He said as he applied his brakes and turned off his engine, then
reaching his hand up as if to shake hands. Taking a step back I put my hands on
my hips. "You're still a stranger and I am not about to get into that car with
you."

"I having a party tonight, want to come?" He asked, ignoring my last statement
completely.

"I won't get into your car, because you're a stranger, and now you expect that
I will come over to your house just like that" I asked incredulity.

"Well, you don't have to come as my date. Just show up. Bring a friend; bring
two friends if you like. Matter of fact, if you have a lot of friends as good
looking as you, bring them all. Just don't invite guys unless they have their
own dates. Parties are always hard enough to keep the girls Vs guys ratio
within reason. " He said as he reached under his seat and took out a sheet of
paper and held it up for me to take.

Tentatively I took the paper from his hands and looked at it. It was a flyer
announcing his party and giving directions to his place. Just as I finished
reading it, Tom-Mr. Mop top, raced his car's engine twice without moving and
then on the third time his car spun its back tires and he drove off as he
called out over the noise "See you tonight"

From the directions given on the flyer, Tom lived on the outskirts of town. It
was an area of former ranches that the rich had taken a fancy to. They would
replace the modest ranch house with a large expansive mansion and leaving a few
miles between them and their next door neighbor.

Toying with the idea of going to party, I called several friends to see if they
had plans for later that night. As I exhausted my address book of potential
party mates, it seemed like I was the only girl in town without a date for the
evening. Finally I happened upon Cindy. She was a really good friend a year or
so back, but we had drifted apart, after chasing the same guy for several
months. Neither of us got the guy, but it had strained the relationship and
weakened the trust between us. As much from habit as liking each other, we
still exchange phone calls every month or so to catch up and still talked like
we were still friends if we bumped into each other at the mall or around
school.

Cindy had a date for the night, but it was with someone she did not care for
all that much. After telling her about how I met Tom, and about the car he
drove, I explained how the party was going to be at one of the rich ranch
estates on the outside of town and how all the guys at the party would probably
be twenty something's. She told me she would break her date and come along.

The idea of going to the party raised many questions. First was what to wear. I
did not want to look like I was 17 among a bunch of sophisticated guys in their
twenties. I did not want to appear like a slut, yet I wanted to get a little
more than my fair of attention from all the guys. The next surrounded Tom. Did
the fact he ask me to the party mean I was his date? What would I do if Cindy
made a play for Tom, or, how was I supposed to react if I showed up to the
party and another girl was on Tom's arm for the evening? I decided to worry
about the first set of questions and play the second set totally by ear.

Cindy and I decided that we better meet several hours before the party to plan
out our attire. Cindy was a 16-year-old hottie, who had developed cleavage long
before the rest of our peer group. She was about my height and maybe a few more
pounds, but those extra pounds where all concentrated in her 36D cup bras.
Combined with deep blue eyes and natural blond hair, Cindy looked like she
walked right out of a Playboy centerfold.

We decided to caution on the side of being conservatively sexy. I wore a black
cheerleader type skirt that hugged my hips all the way down to just below my
crotch and then flared out into a flirty dress that fell about mid thigh. My
top was a red satin top that flowed smoothly over my breast. I wore a half-cup
bra underneath that allowed my nipples to poke out from underneath the thin
satin. With a few buttons undone I could show an ample amount of cleavage, but
could also adjust how much according to the situation at the party. Under the
skirt I wore some self -supporting thigh highs black stockings. They would add
some excitement if I decided to get flirted on the dance floor and allow my
skirt to flip high enough to flash some bare thighs and maybe a glimpse of my
red satin panties that matched my top. That and my four-inch pumps and I was
ready to dance the night away.

Cindy wore a tight fitting royal blue shift dress made of lycra-cotton blend
that stretched over her curves tightly, with a low scooped neckline and a slit
up the side to allow her legs to move for dancing. Just to draw a little more
attention, she wore a heart shaped opal necklace that came to rest just at the
top of her cleavage. With the slit up the side of her dress she decided that
stockings would just look funny and decided to go bare legged.

We took Cindy's car and decided to drive by the place to check it out, but we
could not see much from the road. Cindy then drove down the newly paved
driveway. As we got closer to the house we could see many add-ons to the
originally modest ranch house. "Hurry drive past," I screamed at Cindy and she
stepped on the gas to zoom by and out the opposite end of the horseshoe shaped
driveway. Several guys called out to us from the front of the house. Looking
back I could see them waving their arms and could still hear "Come back, come
back"

"What's the matter?" Cindy said gruffly.

"We were way too early" I answered in a relived sigh. "They were still
unloading the kegs from the trucks and moving stuff inside."

"Kegs? ... from a truck?" Cindy asked in a tone of disbelief.

"You did not see the truck?" I replied, astonished.

"Well I saw the truck, but though nothing of it, I did not see them unloading
kegs... just how many kegs were they taking off this truck?"

"I saw at least six kegs on the ground and I don't know how many more were
still on the truck," I replied.

"Man alive, they must be planning a big ass party," Cindy said and turned to me
smiling.

"Yeah," I said as I looked back down the road towards the house "But I did not
see any other girls and only a few cars in the driveway, we better come back
later and check it out again.

It was 8 PM and we decided to kill an hour or so and then check the party out
again to see if they got a crowd. Cindy drove us to a Denny's restaurant near
the freeway. Outside were a lot of big trucks. As we strode inside a lot of
eyes from old grimy truckers began to check us out in our party cloths. I could
feel their eyes scanning across my chest as my half-cup bra allowed my breast
to jiggle under my thin satin top. As we sat down in a booth opposite the
counter full of truckers, I was careful to tuck my pleated skirt under my legs
so as not to show them too much.

Maybe they though we were hookers, but no sooner had we sat down than three
tuckers come up to our booth. Each offered to buy us dinner as they stood over
us as if waiting to be invited to sit down at our booth. I could see their eyes
stealing looks down Cindy's top and at my nipples poking out from underneath my
blouse. We smiled sweetly but declined their offers only to see the dejected
truckers replaced by another hopeful as soon as they left. We shared a plate of
fries and each had a diet coke as we fended off all offers of the various
truckers and giggled at their attention.

Upon leaving I purposely slid out of our booth, letting the vinyl seat pull my
skirt back. With the skirt back almost to my ass I provided all the truckers at
the counter a good look my long legs even some bare thigh above my stocking
tops before standing up. Cindy had taken notice of my exit and once outside
jokingly scolded me for being such a tease. But, seeing a new trucker entering
the place, Cindy dropped her purse and bent over at the waist letting the
trucker get a nice long look at her ass encased in her body hugging dress. Just
as she stood up the trucker came over and made a outright offer of $100 if she
would go back to his truck with him.

"Get lost loser," Cindy snapped at him in her coldest voice. Dejected the
trucker left with his tail between his legs and calling Cindy dirty names under
his breath.

We drove back to the party and it was in full swing. As we got close to the
house we notice what seemed like hundreds of cars lined up along the street and
people walking towards the house. As we turned into the driveway more cars
lined the horseshoe shaped driveway on both sides, leaving just a narrow gap to
drive through. As we past people Cindy and I checked out what the girls were
wearing and decided that if anything we were dressed too conservatively for the
party. Most were dressed like they were heading for some underground nightclub.
Many were in skirts so short that they barely covered their ass. More than a
few were dressed in almost Gothic attire in tight short black leather skirts
and accessories of collars and wrist cuffs that hinted at a bondage fetish with
dark brooding makeup and lipstick.

Cindy drove past the house and there was no doubt that a party was happening
inside. All the windows on three floors were open and White Zombie blasted away
louder than any ordinary stereo could handle. Inside any windows that were not
well lighted, we saw the white pulsing of strobes and other lighting effects.
Through the main window of the living room the draped were open and it looked
like it was crammed full of bodies trying to dance. An overflow of people
milled about the front entrance with beer in hand and a constant stream of
people were walking to and from a bank of beer kegs lined up at one side of the
driveway.

We drove out the other end of the driveway and looked for parking along the
street. The next house was at least at least a mile away as we drive seeing no
other signs of housing. We finally found a space along the road and parked.
Seeing what the other girls had been wearing I took of my silk blouse off
inside the car and removed my half-cup bra. Putting my blouse back on I left it
unbuttoned and tied it over my breast so the smooth fabric would hug my bra-
less tits like a second skin. As we walked down the street I could feel my
breast swaying with every step. Cindy kept telling me that I was going too far,
but I ignored her Mother like lectures.

It seemed like a long hike, especially in five-inch heels, but we finally made
it to the house. As the two of us walked up we were being checked out by a
dozen or so boys hanging out of the front steps. As we climbed up the small
flight of steps to the front door, I wondered how much the guys sitting near
the bottom of the steps could see up the back of my skirt. Self-Concisely I
placed a hand behind me to hold my skirt down against the back of my legs.

The front door was open so we both stepped in. The house was packed wall to
wall with people. No sooner than I was inside the door that I became jammed
between a crowd of people all trying to move in different directions. Then I
felt something on the back of my legs. At first I though nothing much of it, as
I was too busy trying to fight my way inside. But then I recognized the touch
as someone's fingers and slowly they were sliding up my right leg, feeling the
silkiness of my stocking. I began to panic and pushed at the wall of bodies in
front of me to no avail. The fingers reached the top of my stockings and
fingered the supporting elastic. Not managing to push forward, I tried to
retreat back out the front door, but that was as blocked as the way forward.
Even my arms were pinned up against my chest against someone else's back. All I
had managed to do was to turn so the hand now was at the front of my thigh
instead of the back of my legs.

Slowly I felt the arm of the hand lifting the bottom of my skirt up as the
fingers snaked up closer and closer to my pussy. Looking around at the people
near me I tied to spot the person sneaking a feel of me, but could not tell who
the offender was among those pushed up against me. I fought to free my arms and
bring them down below my waist, but it was too late. The mysterious fingers
were pulling aside my panties and playing with my slit. I twisted and even
screamed but no one could hear me over the sound systems blasting away its
industrial strength heavy metal music.

Just as I managed to work my arms free enough to get them below my waist,
another stranger hand reach between some bodies and cupped my left breast and
began to kneed my flesh. Grabbing at the hand that was fingering my pussy I
tired to pull the offender too me so I could see who it was. But the arm belong
to someone much stronger than me and feeling my grip it soon snapped back into
the mass of bodies around me with it fingers wet from my pussy.

Turing my attention to the hand on my breast, I looked up and was pretty sure I
was looking at the guy doing it, though the arm came from between two other
bodies. He was looking at me with a wide self-satisfied grin on his lips and as
our eyes met from between the crowd his hand squeezed slowly into my flesh.
Working one hand up above my waist I again tried to grab the offending arm and
again it pulled back out of harms way. I tired to push forward to confront my
assaultor, but as I managed to take a step forward the guy had managed to
totally disappear into the crowd.

Looking around I discovered that I was apparently the only girl in the jammed
pack crowd. Deciding I was too convenient a target among all the guys in the
area for any comfort I pushed and shoved my way through the morass of bodies. I
was aiming for a side room where the crowd might be thinner. Several times I
was moved off course, as a stream of bodies moving together in a particular
direction carried me along. Several more times I felt a hand fly up my skirt or
fingers jerking at my blouse. I soon learned to keep one hand high and one hand
low to fight off the guys looking for cheap thrills with a quick grabbing of my
ass or tits.

At one point I decided that the only way to get out of the living room mosh pit
would be to crawl between people's legs. I squirmed my way down and began to
crawl along on my hands and knees. Pushing at one pair of heavy leather boots,
the legs parted for me to pass, but just as I got half way through they closed
up around my waist.

"LET ME GO" I screamed but not sure if anybody could hear as I tried to twist
myself out from between the legs that were crushing around my waist. Then I
felt the back of my skirt being pulled up and I started to pound my fist on the
guys toes while screaming that he let me go. I cringed as I felt a open palm
rub itself over my panties covered ass. Then the fingers hooked into my panties
and I cried as someone attempted to rip them off me, jerking me up by my hips
as the material of my panties crammed up my cunt and ass like a length of rope
and was being tugged on.

Thankfully my panties tore a little, but did not come off. After several hard
jerking attempts to rip them off me the person decided that they were not going
to tear off. I screamed as the guy's legs kept me pinned between his muscular
legs on all fours with my skirt up around my waist as I felt my panties slowly
being pulled down the back of my thighs. Again I pounded my fist into his boot
cover foot with all my might and struggled to get free as I felt a hand roaming
all over my backside. In shear horror I felt the hand stop roaming over my
naked ass and a finger position itself at my anus. Knowing what was to happen,
I stop my futile screaming and just cringed from head to toe. I suppressed a
tear as the finger pushed itself hard into my rectum and began to finger fuck
me up the ass with god knows how many onlookers behind me.

Knowing that if I did not get free then I would be raped, I lifted up the cuff
to the guy's jeans and bite him on his ankle as hard as I could. His legs moved
enough for me to scamper free across the floor, crawling on my hands and knees
with my panties down around my thighs I managed to get most of the way across
the room with only a few swats to my ass.

Once at the end of the room I stood up and figuring most had seen my ass anyway
I pulled my skirt up and adjusted my panties in place. They fit a little more
loosely than before from being stretched. Walking through an entryway I entered
another room. This one was crowded too, but not nearly as much as the room I
had just left. I walked across and felt a few more hands try up my skirt, but I
had enough maneuvering room to twist away from any errant hands. Totally
separated from Cindy I wondered is she was having as much trouble as I at
keeping from being outright raped at the party.

Down a hallway I looked for a bathroom. When I found one the line was just too
long, but I was relieved to see a fair amount of the people waiting were girls.
I was beginning to think that maybe all the other girls had left the party
after getting the same kind of treatment I had upon entering. Seeing a mirrored
closet door I used it to reapply my makeup and adjust my cloths in a
presentable manner. Making my way down one hallway and another and through a
room or two, I finally came into the kitchen.

"You seem lost," A guy shouted at me over the music. I could barely hear him,
but nodded back and yelled "I came with some friends and we got separated."

"Your boyfriend should not just bail on you at a party like this," The guy
screamed back and I smiled at his obvious attempt to assess my availability.
"IT'S A WILD ONE" I screamed back letting him wonder about my dating status for
the night. I had no idea if I would ever find the guy that invited me in this
crowd, nor even if I did, if he would not have a date of his own.

He handed me a cup with some luke-warm beer inside and I made a face as I took
a sip. "Guess that has been sitting a while, let's go get some fresh drinks,"
he screamed over the noise. He moved to a door and I followed him. Outside was
like a library compared to inside. The cool night air felt good on my bare
midriff and on my face. I followed the guy around the outside of the house,
marveling at his athletic build and boyish good looks. He was just an inch or
two taller than me and had a rugged chin, but his eyes sparkled of a devilish
side as he spoke that intrigue me.

We made it around front and after standing in a short line he poured two beers
from the metal kegs that sat in tubs of ice and handed me a cup. Walking over
to the front of the house I naturally just followed his lead. There were still
a bunch of guys without dates sitting along the steps. One seem to be pointing
me out to another and I wondered if he was one that had felt my ass up inside
or had stood by watching as I was pinned on all fours between a guys legs and
my ass finger fucked. But now there were also a lot of couples out in front of
the house. Probably seeking refuse from the loud pushy party raging on inside.

Some of the couples were engaged in various stages of making out. Some kissing
lightly and some more passionately. A couple of the girls were letting their
dates openly fondle their breast of ass for anybody that looked their way. A
few more couples were sitting on the front lawn talking and smoking both
cigarettes and joints.

"By the way, my name is Steve," the guy said as I followed him out to the far
side of the house.

"My name is Cathy," I replied, relieved I no longer had to shout over the
music. I figured Steve to be around 23 years old and I grew self conscious at
not coming across as the childish high school girl I was. But, I also started
to think about what it would be like to be someone older than the immature
brats of the high school guys I knew.

It was not long before Steve had fetched me another beer. I was feeling a lot
more relaxed when almost done with my beer, Steve leaned into me and kissed me
lightly on the mouth. I froze and did not know how to respond. I did not want
to appear too eager like I was easy, yet I did not want to put him off in
anyway. Before I could settle the debate in my head, he leaned down again and
kissed me harder. I let out a little giggle as he placed his beer-chilled hand
on my bare hip while pulling me into him for a passionate kiss. I let him kiss
me long and hard before I gently pulled back. Coyly I escaped his hands on my
hips and smiled so he knew I was not offended.

Steve moved to kiss me once more, but I held up my cup in front of his face.
"Beer?" I giggled. Steve sheepishly backed away and smiled. He took our cups
and soon was back with more cold beer. Not being a big drinker I did not know
how much of my feelings were because of the relaxing nature of the beer or
because of the pure lust I felt for Steve at that moment.

As I took another sip of beer, Steve moved in for one more kiss. This time I
held my arms out wide with my beer in one hand and my other hand up in the air.
His lips pressed hard on mine and then I felt his fingers at my blouse. Feeling
a rush of excitement I stood with my lips pressed to his as I felt my blouse
being opened up and his hands cupping my naked breast. There were others near
enough to see me letting Steve reveal my breast and the idea of them looking
excited me as much as Steve's hands touching my erect nipples.

After several long minutes our lips separated, and Steve's hands moved to my
hips as he looked down at my bare breast. Laughter erupted nearby and I turned
to see a small group of guys looking at my bare chest along with Steve, so I
quickly set my beer down on the grass and grabbed my top closed, buttoning
myself back up.

Steve took me by the hand and we walked off. He led me around the house and
even into the garage. It was obvious he was looking for a place for us to be
alone, but everywhere we turned was already overcrowded with other couples
making out or the dateless just hanging out.

"Let's go back into the party and see what is happening," I suggested. Steve
took me around through the back door and motioned me up the stairs just off the
kitchen. The stairs were steep and I notice Steve hanging back several steps as
I climbed up the flight of stairs.

"Are you trying to look up my skirt?" I asked with a flirty giggle. "Maybe,"
Steve said with a shrug like I had asked a very dump question. It was probably
the effects of too many beers, but I reached behind me and lifted my skirt up
so show all of my half-torn panties. "Okay then, look," I said laughing as I
held my skirt up around my waist and stood several steps above Steve's face.
"NICE ASS" Steve replied and I looked past him to see several other guys
crowding around the bottom of the stairs to look too.

For the rest of the climb up the stairs I held the back of my skirt up letting
Steve and those behind him to look at my ass all they wanted to.

The second floor was like a second living room for the house. Music from
downstairs still blasted away, but up on the second floor you could actually
talk over it and be heard. There was a large group of people dancing, but this
time it was almost all couples. I asked Steve to get me another drink and he
trotted off to get me another beer. Wondering around I saw many people standing
around talking, some dancing but not to the tune of heavy metal beats. As I got
to the far side I saw one group standing around a circle and went to see what
they were watching.

As I peaked over the shoulder of one girl shorted than me I looked down on a
table with five people sitting around in various stages of undress. Cards were
strewn about the tabletop along with chips and a pile of clothing in the
middle. My eyes grew wide as I looked at one young girl sitting at the table
topless and another wearing a very skimpy bra. Then I spotted Mop Top Tom
gathering the cards up from the table and arranging the deck. He looked to be
winning the game of strip poker still wearing his pants.

In wonder I stood and watched as Tom dealt the next hand and wondered why the
girls were even playing a game like this in front of so many people. The
topless girl was very nice looking and looked like the All-American girl.
Blonde, Blue eyed and well portioned breast that the guys standing around were
drooling looking at. Her breasts were at least two-cup sizes larger than mine
were, but in a conical shape Vs my balloon shaped breast. The one in the skimpy
bra was small breasted but they looked perky and high set. I took notice that
only one guy was even down to being shirtless.

The topless girl took her cards and asked for three back and I could see the
disappointment on her face as she read her cards. All around the guys reacted
to her reaction with smiles. Each person at the table then laid their cards
down. Tom first then the rest. The topless girl seemed reluctant to even show
hers, but soon put hers down on the table.

"Look's like you lose," Tom said with a smile. The topless girl stood up in
just her panties. Tom stood up and motioned her over to a nearby chair. Tom
indicated for her to bend over the back of the chair and the girl looked around
for help and seeing none she draped herself over the back of the chair with her
feet dangling off the floor. My breathing grew rapid as I watched the scene
play out as Tom slowly pulled her panties down her legs and then hesitating
around her ankles he pulled them off the rest of the way. The crowd watched as
he ran his fingers up the back of her legs and then tapped the inside of her
thighs till she parted her legs.

With her pussy clearly visible Tom used his fingers and traced them along her
slit as it peaked out from between her legs. Girls have never turned me on, but
I felt myself getting hot at just watching the girl being played with in front
of so many people. Tom then pushed his fingers inside her and pumped her cunt
and it became shiny from the wetness her pussy was producing.

"Time," someone yelled and Tom removed his fingers from inside her cunt. The
girl slid off the back of the chair and she turned to face the rest of the
crowd and her face was blushing red. The girl sat back down at the table and
Tom collected the cards.

"Okay now you have one more bet to make if you want," Tom said to the now naked
girl. "You can play one more round and if you win you get all your clothes
back. Or not play another hand and remain naked till 1 am serving my guest
drinks." And, the girl nodded anxiously still blushing deep red, and Tom added
"But if you play again and lose, I will let six guys from the crowd at random
pull cards from the deck and you will have to fuck any two with the highest
cards."

Amazed the girl agreed to the bet and Tom dealt another hand. The topless girl
took two cards and seemed happy with what she got back. Everybody in turn laid
their cards down and the topless girl jumped up with joy as she did not lose,
her breast bouncing as she jumped and clapped naked in front of everybody,
while the crowd of guys nearby moaned in defeat. She quickly sorted her panties
out from the pile on the table and put them on and then found her short skirt
and put that on. Soon she found her bra and was dressed once more and quickly
left the table into the crowd.

The girl in just the bra stood up and another guy from the table stood up and
made her put her hands up on her head like a prisoner. He reached around her
and unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor and stood back letting
everybody see her naked breast as she stood there in nothing but a skimpy pair
of blue panties. He did nothing else to her but made her stand in front of
everybody topless.

She decided to pull out of the game and so Tom ordered her to remain topless
for the rest of the party serving drinks and that if anybody caught her
covering herself up she would automatically lose and be offered up for a gang
bang. She agreed and went off to fetch everybody at the table some beers. I
wondered what the dateless guys down by the beer kegs would think when she
would come walking out in just her panties to get some beer.

Steve returned with my beer and I took a heavy swig as I explained what had
just occurred. "Sorry I missed it," Steve said jokingly and then added. "Tom is
known for some really kinky shit happening at his parties."

"But why do the girls even want to play strip poker at a party like this and in
front of a crowd?" I asked.

"Because Tom is very rich, this is not his parents' house, he is 23 and this is
his house. He made a ton of money with a Internet company and made millions
selling just some of his stock options. His buddies are the other guys playing
the game, they also made a lot of money in the same company." Steve said
solemnly

"SO the girls play just hopping to met them?" I replied.

"NO, each of the guys pools some money into the pot. The girls get it if they
can win the game. Last party one girl walked away with $10,000 dollars." Steve
said

"10 grand?" I repeated, astonished. "That's a lot of money"

"Don't think about it, more often than not you will lose. One party he made a
girl do 15 guys in the middle of the living room"

Taking another swig from my beer I though about what I could do with 10,000
dollars. Steve maneuvered me over to a dimly lit area of the room and leaned
over me as my back was against the wall. We talked and flirted and he leaned
down kissing me between sips of beer.

"HEY YOU MADE IT," A voice beside me said loudly. Both Steve and I turned to
see Tom standing there. "I knew you would show up."

"You did?" I replied matter-of-factly.

We exchanged some banter and I could tell Steve was getting a little irritated
at me flirting with another guy. But, we had just met, so I did not think Steve
had any claim on me yet, so I flirted with Tom and Steve fumed.

"Hey you're not interested in some big money are you?" Tom asked. "Don't start
Tom -- don't start," Steve said in a heavy growl. "If you don't like my party
Steve you can leave, I am talking to my guest."

Flattered by the idea that two men were fighting over me I smiled to myself and
replied to Tom. "You mean by playing your little card game over there?

"Yes," Tom said and added; "You could win 10,000 dollars."

Maybe it was my fifth beer of the night, maybe it was Steve making my Adeline
pump, but I felt silly and foolish and ready to try almost anything. Almost in
jest I stood up straight and faced Tom and replied "10,000 is chicken shit or
feed or whatever" my words now slurring from the drinking. "I will play, but
only for $100,000" and laughed myself dizzy thinking how outrageous that demand
was. Steve also smiled at me thinking that I was turning Tom down in a very
insulting manner.

Tom eyed me up and down like merchandise and let out a low hum. "Okay," he said
brightly, "$100,000 it is, but the stakes on your side go up too," he added in
a sinister tone.

"No don't do it," Steve said in a panic.

But $100,000 was a lot of money to me; it was more than my whole family made in
a year. Though I was not a virgin, I had been with two guys in my life, I was
not a slut either, but idea of having to fuck a couple of guys with some people
watching seemed like very little to risk for that much money.

I found myself being lead by Tom across the room and his buddies soon gathering
around the table. As each guy took his seat I realized I would be the only girl
in this game. A large crowd gathered around to watch how much I would have to
disrobe in front of them.

Tom pulled out a video camera and set it up on a tripod near the table. "Just
to make sure there are not false accusations later I want to make sure
everybody understands the game"

"State your name," Tom said as he started the camera and sat down next to me.

"Cathy Thompson," I replied.

"Now listen carefully as I explain the rules," Tom said as much to me as to the
camera. "We play strip poker. If you can win enough hands to get any of the
guys around the table naked you win and we will pay you $100,000. When you lose
you can choose which item would want to have taken off, but the guy with the
highest hand gets to take it off. He can make you get into any position he
likes to remove the clothing. He also gets to play with whatever portion of
your body you have exposed for two minutes before we play the next hand.

You lose if you lose so many hands that you are completely naked before anybody
else at the table than, because of the stakes involved, there will be no second
chances, you must do any and all depraved sexual acts that I demand for the
rest of the weekend."

"Now, do you agree with all this?"

"Yes," I replied without thinking.

"We need to make sure you understand -- I want you to look at the camera and
tell us what you are agreeing to do if you lose," Tom said sternly

Looking up at the camera I said, "I am going to play strip poker. When I lose a
round a guy will take a piece of clothing off me and get to play with my body
for two minutes. I will play strip poker till I win and get $100,000 dollars or
I lose and then must have sex with some of the guys"

"No, no," Tom snapped, "Repeat after me."

"I Cathy Thompson."

"I Cathy Thompson."

"Am going to play strip poker."

"Am going to play strip poker."

"If I lose a round, I will get into any positioned ordered and let a guy
undress me."

"If I lose a round, I will get into any positioned ordered and let a guy
undress me."

"And touch my body in any way he likes."

'And touch my body in anyway he likes."

"If I lose the game."

"If I lose the game."

"I become the sex slave of the guys around this table."

"I become the sex slave of the guys around this table."

"For the rest of the weekend."

"For the rest of the weekend."

"And I will perform any lewd, depraved or perverted sexual acts they order me
to do for loosing the game."

"And I will perform any lewd, depraved or perverted sexual acts they order me
to do for loosing the game."

"All right let's play," Tom said satisfied.

"All right let's play," I repeated as a joke and giggled.

Tom shuffled the cards while Steve stood in the rather large crowd that had
gathered as word spread of the $100,000 game.

My first hand was a pair of twos and I took three cards getting nothing but a
King back. As each player laid their cards down it became clear I lost the
first hand. "My Shoe" I said and a stocky guy across from me stood up. He had
me pull my chair back from the table. My face turned a little pink as the guy
made me lift my legs up and hold them by my ankles with my legs spread and
everybody getting to look up my skirt and between my open legs. He took my shoe
off and began to tickle my feet. Within a minute I was begging him to stop, but
he continued to tickle. He then offered to stop if I would bend over and let
him swat my ass. Before I could decide someone yelled "TIME" and he stopped and
I let my legs fall to the floor.

Another guy shuffled the next hand and one by one the cards were dealt. This
time I had nothing but an ACE high and asked for four cards, but was told I
could only get three. I took my three and ended up with a pair of ten's which
was good enough to win the round and the guy said "SHOE," but unlike me he had
socks on so tickling his foot was not as effective as it had been on mine.

Once more the guy shuffled and dealt the cards. Right off the bat I got three
sevens and images of dollar bills danced in my head. As the cards were laid
down and every guy had something better than my hands, from a full house to a
straight. "Shoe," I said and another guy repeated the last and had me hold my
legs up high and wide while he tickled my foot.

With the next hand I felt little more sober as I lost and had to give up
something that matter. "Stocking" I said demurely. Tom stood up and pulled my
chair back from the table. He held my hand as he helped me stand on top of the
table where we played poker. "Lift your skirt up high," Tom commanded. Reaching
down I fumbled a little as I grasped the bottom hem of the skirt in my fingers.
Hesitantly I began to lift my cheerleader type skirt up while trying to think
of someway out. Once I had pulled my skirt up over my waist, I felt Tom's hand
on my ankle. Standing in front of a large crowd of people I stood on the table
top flashing my panties for all to see, as I felt Tom's hand snake up my leg
over my stocking. Then he hooked his fingers inside the support tops and gently
tugged one stocking down and as I stepped out of it he threw it to the crowd as
a souvenir. Tom used his two minutes to feel up my thighs as he stood below me
looking up between my legs.

"Does she have nice legs?" Tom asked the spectators nearby as I stood mortified
on the table top holding my own skirt up like some cheap stripper.

"Yes," The crowd answered back.

As Tom helped me down from the table someone handed me a fresh drink. This one
seemed to have a little more kick to it than just beer and it help sooth my
nerves as the next hand was dealt. I was relieved when I actually won the next
hand and one guy said belt. I decided there was not much I could do with a
guy's waist so I waved my two minutes and the next hand was dealt.

"Stocking," I said meekly as I laid my cards down on the table. The effects of
the booze had smoothed out some of my inhibitions so it was not as traumatic
for me to climb up on the tabletop once more and raise my skirt for the crowd.
As I looked out into the spectators I felt the hand of a stranger reaching up
my leg and removing my other stocking. I stood feeling myself get wet as the
hand massage my thighs and I could see several guys among the spectators
getting turned on watching me flash my panties at them.

I won two more hands, getting another belt and one guy's sock. I started to
question the odds a little in my mind as I compared how much the guys had on to
lose compared to me with their belts, socks and some with undershirts. When I
asked about the question of belts out loud someone handed me my drink and I
took another long sip of the beer and felt the rush as it went down cold but
flushed through my body as a wave of warmth.

As I laid my cards down with just a ten high I was very distraught as I
realized I would now really be providing a show for the party. In my mind I
debated between my skirt and my top. If my skirt than I would have my panties,
but if my top my tits would be bare. How I wished I had kept my half cup bra on
instead of leaving it in the car.

"Skirt," I snapped in frustration. The guy across from me stood up and walked
around to me. He pulled me up from my chair and sat down.

"Take it off bitch," he said and I reached behind me and undid my skirt and let
it fall to the floor. With one motion he grabbed my arm and jerk me down over
his lap. With my body bent over his lap my upturned ass was presented for what
I shockingly knew what was to happen. I began to struggle as his open palm
landed on my panties covered ass.

"Stop it," I cried out as the second slap of his hand hit my rump. "Too late
bitch, you made your bet," he said with a chuckle and an even harder whack of
my ass made me wince and the sound echoed even over the blaring music.

"Take it easy cliff, I don't want her all bruised up yet," Tom said and his yet
made me even more worried. But the spanking still stung but was not as hard.
Finally someone called out "Time." With tears rolling down my cheeks I got up
off his lap and stood as my spanker got up out of my chair. The crowd looked on
bemused as I flinched when my sore ass touched the hard wood seat of the chair.

The next hand got me a pair of dirty socks and a tennis shoe. The next had me
get the stocky guy to remove his shirt. His fat repulse me so I waived my two
minutes of play time and I could tell how this irritated him as his friends
made jokes about him being "Untouchable."

With a two pair I though I was in pretty safe shape, but as I saw the flushes,
straight and three of a kinds being displayed around the table my relief was
short lived. "Blouse," I said meekly and the stocky guy stood up and I
regretted not having done something with him when he removed his shirt. With a
motion of his finger I stood up and from the look in his eyes I knew I was in
trouble.

Standing before him my chest was heaving hard as my breath quickened knowing my
breast would exposed soon to all? The stocky guy reached out and undid the knot
to my blouse and pushed it back on my shoulders. With my chest bared her
reached out and took my erect nipples in each of his hands and began to roll
them hard between his thump and forefinger. As my face contorted from the pain
of his pinching my tits, his smile grew wider and he chuckled as I began to
cry.

The pain was too much and I reached up to stop him from pinching. Suddenly from
behind someone grabbed my arms and pinned them back. Steve lunged forward, but
two of Tom's friends grabbed him and pushed him away. "Stupid bitch," the
stocky guys said, "That is against the rules," and my eyes grew immense as I
saw him pull his hand back. In one sweeping motion he brought his open palm
down across both my tits. Screaming, tears flowed from my eyes as my arms were
held back making my breast jut forward, as he took another swat with his hand
across both tits.

"Time."

The crowd laughed as I feel to the floor holding my breast in my hands, rubbing
them trying to sooth the stinging that emanated from the nipples on out through
my chest. Someone helped me up and dumped me back in my seat. Grabbing
desperately for my drink I spilled some on the cards that were dealt to me and
dribbled some more down my bare breast.

Numbly I picked up my cards; half crying I asked for three more and got nothing
back but a jack high. Tom stood up "You lose," and he grabbed me out of my seat
and bent me over the back of a low-backed chair. No sooner had my feet left the
ground than my panties were snatched down my legs and off. In front of
everybody my pussy was bared and my ass wantonly displayed over the back of the
chair. The chair was cushioned but not enough to keep the backrest from digging
into my hips. Hearing the chuckling and comments from the crowd, I felt like
just so much meat on exhibit for their perverted entertainment. It made me feel
so cheap and tawdry that a wave of revulsion flowed through my body as I
pondered being naked and by body played with in front of so many people.

Tom moved behind me and playfully slapped my ass and then I looked up and saw
the crowd standing around still watching as I heard Tom drop his pants. I
realized I was about to be fucked in front of them all and I wanted to crawl
away and hide. Almost as I reflex I tried to get up from being bent over the
chair as I felt his hands on my hips and felt his prick positioned at my cunt.
But, two people nearby pushed me back down. With one lunge forward I felt his
rock hard cock push up inside me, causing me to let out a loud grunt. My sounds
amused the crowd as they laughed and tittered while watching being fucked in
front of them. His first deep thrust made his hips slap at my naked ass still
sore from the spanking I got earlier.

Tom began to fuck me harder, making me grunt and moan louder, to amuse his
audience more. He pumped my cunt for what seemed like eternity before I felt
him finally pull before I felt any cum sprayed inside my cunt. For a moment I
wondered what was going on? Why he had stopped before cumming inside me? Then I
jumped when I felt his cock head positioned at my anus, but my arms and legs
were quickly grabbed by his friends and I was held down in place. Four guys
held me spread eagle over the back of the chair, one holding each of my limbs
out as wide as they could stretch my body. Tom positioned himself to fuck me up
my rectum. Once more I felt Tom's hands on my hips and his cock positioned at
my ass.

"Please nooooo," I screamed, which just elicited a round of laughter from the
mass of onlookers. "I'll do anything, please don't," I pleaded and struggled
against the hands that held me down.

I heard Tom chuckle with the crowd. "Go ahead fuck her up the ass," I heard
some guy from the crowd call out and then one girl in a catty voice, "God what
a slut, just do her and shut her whining up, she knew what she was doing." I
could hear others chime in with their comments urging Tom too anally ream my
asshole with his hard cock.

"I guess if you'll do -- "anything" -- then you will get fucked up the ass,"
Tom shouted boisterously and I felt his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my
hips. With one jerk backwards on my hips, he half pulled me over on the back of
the chair as he lunged his hips forwards. I wailed uncontrollably as his cock
ripped my anus open and sink deep inside my bowls.

"Nooooooooooooooooo," I screamed too late to matter and openly sobbed from the
pain in my ass as Tom bucked hard against my hips. I then hung my head down in
shame as waited in submission for Tom to finish using my ass for his sexual
gratification, but Tom wanted my humiliation as much as he wanted sex. He
pulled my head back by my hair and I looked up to see Cindy walking up to join
the spectators.

"What the hell is going on?" She shouted and saw me pinned down by four men
with one standing between my legs. She made a move, I think to help me, but was
quickly grabbed and held by someone in the crowd. All she could do was stand
and watch as my ass was fucked.

Someone else grabbed my hair to hold my head up and to free Tom's hands to use
my body. I felt Tom's handgrip into the flesh of my hips and his cock sliding
in and out of my rectum. Clutching my hips even harder, Tom pulled back out
with a pop and with one lunge forward he plunged his cock as hard as he could
into back into my ass. The pain made me scream till I was hoarse and it seemed
like my whole ass was ripped wide open. My body bucked against those who held
me over the chair as Tom fuck me hard up the ass. My torment was sick pleasure
for Tom's party guest as they laughed watching me crying out in pain from
getting my ass reamed.

His rod poked its way repeatedly in my ass as he took pleasure in pulling it
out and ramming it back in again.

"You're providing good entertainment for my party guest," Tom chuckled as he
rammed his cock into my anus again and used one of his hands to slap my ass
hard.

Finally I felt his hot load fill up the inside of my rectum and heard a load
pop as he exited my ass. Breathing hard I heard him say to almost anybody, "Boy
that was good," as he fought to catch his breath.

My reprieve from the ass fucking was short lived as the guys that held my limps
down, now pulled me back down from the chair and held me down on the hard wood
floor. The stocky guy positioned himself between my legs and another of the
card players turned my head sideways and stuck his cock into my mouth. He
pushed to jam it down my throat and just chuckled when I tried to retch it back
out. I retched several more times as my throat fought to keep from choking on
his cock. The guy would just hold my head down harder on his cock "That feels
good bitch, keep doing it," as he felt my throat contracting around his cock
and pushing against him with every retching reflex my throat made.

But while one guy tried to kill me with his cock in my mouth, the stocky guy
pushed his cock into my still unused pussy and pulled my knees up to position
my pussy for a fuck. With a guy at each end I was rocking back and forth and
the two pounded their cocks into each of my openings. The stocky guy came first
and he pulled out letting half his load spill over my open cunt.

The guy fucking my mouth was going wild. Banging his hips into my face and
burring his cock as deep down my throat as it would go. It did not matter that
I was feeling faint from lack of air, all that matter was that his cock release
it load to drown me. My body was still retching from his cock, too far down my
gullet and with one whole heaving of my body all the beer I had drank that
night came flowing up my esophagus and up around his cock. "Man this is great,"
I heard him say as he tried to push even deeper down as his cock got the
sensation of beer flowing up from my stomach. His cock plugged my mouth
completely and forced me to reswallow all of the vomit that could not escape.
My swallowing rubbed his cock head the right way and soon he shot a heavy load
of cum to mix with my beer vomit.

"That was great, but was starting to sting just a little," as he pulled his
cock out from my mouth. With his cock gone I gasped for air, but could not even
take a breath as all my insides came rushing out and onto the floor around me.
Still gasping for air I was clutching at my throat and rolling around in my own
vomit. Someone reached down and handed me a cup and I took a drink of very cold
beer witch helped sooth my throat, but also cleared the passageway so I could
breath again.

Just enjoying the chance to breath again I laid back naked in a pool of vomit
and just enjoyed the sensation of breathing. "God what a slut," I heard and was
sure it was from the same catty voiced girl as before.

"The stinging must of have been some of stomach acids washing up to your cock,"
I heard Tom reply and I laid there listening as the guys at the poker table
discussed the merits of choking someone giving them head.

"Stupid little bitch spilled all my cum on the floor," the man that had choked
me said.

"Now she is too messy to do anything with. We will have to take her out and
clean her up," Tom said.

As I laid naked in my own vomit I heard Tom make Cindy an offer. He would forgo
any more abuse to me if she played the strip poker game and would give her
$100,000 if she won. I wanted to jump up and cry for joy at the possibility of
rescue. But, my hopes were dashed as I heard Cindy's reply.

"Are you kidding, the game odds are almost impossible for the girl. Five guys
one girl. A girl would have to win 99 of 100 hands to win at your game," Cindy
replied defensively and then added, "You have had your, fun let her go."

"No way," Tom snapped, "I got her agreeing to everything on tape, she is mine
till Sunday night."

"But I did not know the odds were so much against me!" I pleaded from the
floor.

"Not my fault you never paid attention in math class," Tom said as he stood
above me. " Do as you're told or we will whip you till you do."

"Man what are you? Stupid?" Cindy exclaimed and shook her head at me "You'll be
lucky if they don't turn your cunt into hamburger you stupid airhead." Just
then I saw Cindy jump from someone grabbing her ass and she was pulled
backwards into the crowd.

"Now get on your hand and knees and crawl that way," Tom commanded as he
pointed to the far set of steps leading down to the first floor. Dripping with
vomit I climbed up on my hands and knees and began to crawl. Tom and many of
his party guests followed me as I crawled like a dog down the flight of stairs.
Once in the kitchen area, even more of the party goers saw me naked, covered in
vomit and crawling like a trained animal on my hands and knees.

Down the steps from the kitchen I crawled down and onto to the backyard grass.
The cool night air chilled vomit on my skin. Tom stopped long enough to hand
out a couple of dozen or more flashlights to the hundred or more people now
following me as I crawled across Tom's backyard.

Tom pointed me down a dirt road that led from the house. Naked and with lights
dancing on my body I crawled, crying out whenever my knee landed on a rock or
other hard objects along the dirt road. For some reason some guy ran up from
behind me in the dark and shined his flashlight right on my ass as I crawled
along. He made a crude sound with his nose and mouth, a sound I had heard other
guys make before, and I cringed as he spat a large wet slimy lugy on my naked
ass. As I crawled along the lugy slid down between my ass cheeks and dripped
off my snatch.

A feeling of revulsion swept through me, as I wanted to leave my body. Deep
down I knew I would never feel like myself again. There never would be a time
again when I could hold my head up and walk along a street with pride. How many
guys at the party had seen me ass fucked, mouth fucked, cunt fucked and my body
sticky and slick with my own vomit. I was beyond the level of the gutter and my
body was now just a sewer for any guy's waste.

Soon a couple more guys came up and out of the dark spit slimy lugies on my
body as I crawled along the dirt road from the house. Then a guy ran up ahead
of me several feet. I looked up as I saw him undo his pants. As I got close he
let loose a hot stream of piss into my face and kept peeing on me as I crawled
past him crying.

Sobbing I continued to crawl along as other guys ran up along my path and took
turns pissing on me as I crawled. My knees hurt and I felt dirtier than any
whore could ever feel. As I crawled I was aware of every curve and opening of
my body and how it was now providing lewd images to those near me. My tits and
hips swayed with every step and every new gob of slimy spit that hit between my
legs reminded me how open my cunt was from behind. I was beyond a slut or cunt,
I could not even think of a word for how low and depraved I had become to allow
men to piss on me at will while I crawled naked along a dirt road and other men
shined flashlights on their favorite part of my body.

After what seemed miles on my hands and knees I spotted our destination. It was
a large barn. Tom opened the door while I stayed on my hands and knees and one
more guy finished relieving himself on my ass. Tom stepped inside and suddenly
I heard the splash of water. Looking to my left I spotted a corral and lights
were turned on and I could see water gushing from a fire hydrant type of spigot
as Tom flooded the corral with water.

"Into the water bitch," Tom commanded. I was allowed to stand up and I looked
down at my body. Flashlights danced over my flesh. I could see a lot of my
vomit had been washed away by the piss. My body was sticky wet and I looked
forward to taking a bath, even in a fire hydrant and with over a hundred people
watching.

Ice cold water splashed hard on my body and I had to turn my back to the water
because the pressure was too much against my breast and stomach. Goosebumps
formed on every bare inch of my entire body as ice cold water splashed over me.
I took a step back and turned around in the water, letting it wash the gunk off
my tits and front. Looking over I could see the crowd gathering around the
fence of the corral, some climbed up to take a seat on the fence. The corral
was lighted and it was almost like being at one of my high school football
games. Except I was the show. Tom ordered me to the middle of now muddy corral.
I stood naked and alone in the middle of the corral under the bright lights.

"Now any and all of you that want a fuck from this bitch may get one," Tom
announced. There was a cheer from the crowd and quickly five men came around to
the gate and began to take off their cloths. Soon the line looked more like
fifty men.

"Wait isn't there another way, I can't be made to fuck all these guys?"

"There is a way, but you would not like it," Tom called out to me, "besides you
have to do what I say anyway, you have no say in the matter."

"Maybe I would take the alternative, what is it?" I asked.

"You seem like a girl that likes to take chances-okay here it is--- I am not
going to tell you want the alternative is. Let's just say you will live through
it. Do you want it or not"

"Yes," I replied, unsure.

"What?" Tom called out.

"Yes, I will do the alternative."

The evil laugh that Tom let out chilled me to the bone.

Soon two of Tom's friends brought out a padded saw horse that seemed a little
low to the ground. One end was higher than the other, which made the saw horse
even that much stranger. They placed the sawhorse next to me in the center of
the corral. Then each took me by the hand and guided me down on the sawhorse so
my head was at the low end and my ass was sticking just over the high end in
mid air. My legs and wrist were tied down very securely. Once tied to the
sawhorse my head was just an inch or two from the muddy floor of the corral. My
ass felt very exposed being so much higher than my head and one of the two men
played with my cunt as the other went inside the barn.

For several long minutes the man played with my open cunt as many from Tom's
party hung around the corral waiting for whatever show I was there to provide.
He rammed his fingers inside my cunt till I was slick with wetness from my own
cunt.

Then he called out. "Okay Jim, she is ready."

I squirmed my head around and saw as the other man came back out of the barn
leading a horse by its bridle.

'Oh my god no, no, no," I screamed in absolute terror. "not that, I will fuck
all your guest, just do let this happen" I screamed and screamed at Tom.

"Too late," Tom called out.

'No, no no," I wailed, but my pleading was meet by increasing laughter from the
audience. I pulled at my restraints and fought to get off the sawhorse, but to
no avail. One of the men pushed on my back to make sure the sawhorse did not
tip over from my struggles and then I screamed as I felt the sting of a belt
across my ass.

"WACK, WACK WACK WACK, WACK, came five hard blows across both my ass cheeks as
someone stood behind me whipping my ass. Finally I decided it was going to
happen no matter what and I screamed out "Okay, okay."

"Okay what?" I heard Tom say and with a motion of his arm another stinging blow
was delivered across my upturned ass cheeks.

"Okay okay," I screamed, "I will do your horse."

The man brought the horse so it stood behind me. I felt the soft nuzzle from
the horses nose on my cunt and its hot breath. I felt its wet tongue slide up
my slit and its soft nose nuzzle me some more. Its nostrils flared as it hot
breath once more warmed up the skin of my open cunt. Then the horse was lead
over me and the horse was already bucking before it was even inside me.

One of the men positioned the horses cock head at my gapping pussy. I felt the
horse lunge and I screamed as the horse dick was tearing my pussy open beyond
its size. Deeper the horse cock filled me up and soon was bucking hard into me.
It felt like the horse cock would poke completely through my body and come out
my mouth it was so large. With one lunge the horse pushed both me and the saw
horse forward, causing the saw horse to be partially buried in the mud of the
corral and making my face ever closer to the mud.

The pain was immense as the horse fucked me hard and filled me up totally. The
crowd loved ever minute of it as they watched my young body being used by a
horse. It was depraved and my grunting caused even more amusement among Tom's
party guest. But all I could do was to lay tied to the sawhorse and submit to
the horse taking me.

With a couple more thrust the horse had pushed the sawhorse deeper into the
mud. My face was now half buried in the wet goo and I began to panic that I
might drown in the mud. All I could do was to move my head from side to side to
push the mud away from my mouth and nose and allow me room to breath. Still
with every thrust and water still pouring from the hydrant, the horse's lust
kept pushing my head deeper and deeper into the mud.

The horse kept tying to ram further into me and was frustrated when my cunt
could not handle more horsemeat inside me. Finally the horse bucked once more
and shot it load deep into my womb. But, as more pour out in buckets it pushed
back on the horse's cock and pushed it out and soon more horse cum splatter
over my upturned ass. Once the horse was done I stopped screaming and just lay
there catching my breath, feeling like the cheapest cunt on the planet. The
crowd clapped loudly as the horse finished me off.

"Okay, now anybody that wants a turn with this bitch may have one," Tom
shouted.

"Wait," I screamed out, "you said that if I did your alternative that I would
not have to do all the men and I just got fucked by your horse."

"You misunderstood the alternative," Tom called back," I did not say that other
men could not fuck you-the alternative was that after being fucked by a horse
you might be so loose they may not want to."

Laughing erupted from the assembly and again men started to line up at the
corral gate. One man walked over with a garden hose and washed the horse cum
from my ass and shouted "NEXT," and burst out laughing.

From behind me I could hear a man walking in the mud. Tom was right in one
sense. My cunt was so stretched out that I did not even feel the man as he
entered my cunt with his cock. The man too was not happy and after one or two
thrust he pulled his cock out and climbed on top of me while I was still
fastened to the saw horse and put his cock up my ass. The man with the garden
hose washed me off again and yelled "NEXT," and another man came up behind me.

With the climax of watching the horse fuck me most of the party went back up
the road to the house as a dozen or so men stayed back to take a turn at me.
The next guy untied me from the sawhorse and made me lay down in the ankle deep
mud. He had me lay spread eagle and then fucked me up the ass. I was beyond
caring. It was like I felt I deserved to be gang banged by anybody that wanted
me.

For the rest of the night various men came down from the party to take a turn
at me. Some using my ass and some now insisting on using my mouth. Most took
joy in making me lay in the mud and service them while filthy and grimy. A lot
took glee in making me stand all muddy as they washed me down with the cold
water of the garden hose only to make me lay in the mud freshly cleaned so they
could ram their cocks down into my ass.

Somewhere during the night the parade of men stopped. I awoke in the morning as
the Sun first came up. I was cold and still lying in the mud of the corral.
Every part of my body ached but especially my cunt, ass and jaws from being
used in every hole I had. My ass especially felt like someone had ground broken
glass into it from so many men taking me up the ass.

I climbed slowly back up to the house and went inside still covered in mud. In
the living room I spotted Cindy. She was naked and tied to the coffee table
face down. She was moaning and crying in her sleep and as I looked at her ass I
notice some blood coming out of her anus. 'So they had used her too,' I thought
to myself and sat down wondering what the rest of the weekend would bring.
Escape was not an option. I knew I could never go back to my former life. I was
only so much waste. My only real hope for escape was to await the guys from the
party waking up and using me till I died.

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