****** Prisoner of Love by Phil Phantom ******
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Prisoner of Love


I met Sharon in my junior year of high school. She stole my heart on first
sight. Intelligent, warm, frisky, fun-loving, describes her personality. She
was also the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in person - petite, nicely-
developed but without big breasts for her size.

Most women would kill for her hair - long, wavy, and always bouncy and full.
She swings her mane like a sexy movie star. Her legs could stop an express
train. She doesn't walk, she flounces, almost a dance. She's full of energy and
a passion for life. She radiates positive vibes to everyone around her;
consequently, she's very popular.

I knew my chances of winning her were practically nil. Some call me a nerd,
though I don't wear glasses or carry the pencil and pen variety pack in my
pocket. I'm not physically adept. Sports hold no interest for me. My one strong
suit was my intellect. I applied that intellect to winning her heart. I wrote
her anonymous love sonnets, put a white rose in her locker everyday after
spying her using the combination, and wrote her passionate declarations of my
love.

It took three months for me to expose my identity to her, three more to get her
to go out with me, six more before she agreed to be my steady, and in the
middle of my senior year, Sharon said yes to my proposal of marriage. Early in
my courtship, after telling her I wanted to marry her, I swore an oath to
remain a virgin until our wedding night. We were not going steady at the time,
but I pledged my loyalty to her and my desire that we both be virgins on our
honeymoon. Though I'm sure she entertained no thoughts of marriage at that
time, she humored me. She thought my pledge was cute. She then launched a
discussion on what constitutes virginity. We came to the mutual conclusion that
true virginity was a triad of genital, anal, and oral virginity. I told her I
was a total virgin and would remain so. She told me she was a total virgin, but
said, "If we do get married, you might be the only total virgin in our
honeymoon suite."

She said this in a playful, teasing way, but her words stung my ears. I just
never thought of her as someone who could lie down with a man she didn't love,
or that she could love anyone but me. I also felt like kicking myself for
making that stupid pledge.

I sweated out the months between my declaration and our going steady. Each time
she returned from a date - and she was constantly going out on dates - I'd quiz
her as to the state of her virginity, always in a delicate, humorous way, but
dead serious.

She didn't mind my playful queries and she saw them for what they were -
virginity checks. Soon after that, after a date, she'd come right out and say,
"It's still there (meaning her hymen)," or something licentious like, "He
didn't even put a dent in it." She floored me one day by saying, "Boy, we sure
had a close call last night. Thank god for pre-mature ejaculation." Another
time, she told me she defended my precious hymen with a blow job, sacrificing
one third of her virginity.

The day before she took my ring, she went out with Mark Springer, our quarter-
back. I could not sleep all night. I called her at six in the morning, waking
her to ask how she was. She groggily said, "You mean how is your hymen? Can't
you wait until a decent hour, like noon? I can assure you its status won't
change between now and then." My heart fell. She heard it fall and said,
"Relax. It's still there, damnit! It took more than a blow job, though. My ass
is still leaking, at it hurts like hell. I should make you kiss it. I did that
for you, you know. Look on the bright side; I'm still a one-third virgin."

What do you do when the love of your life tells you she sucked and butt-fucked
the most desirable guy in the school for you. I was so relieved, I said thanks.
She said, "You're welcome. Good bye! [Click.]."

I was back on the line at noon, begging her to go steady. She took pity on me
and accepted my ring. The next few months were the best of my life. Sharon and
I were inseparable. Our love blossomed in those six months. We talked of
marriage and a life together, named our kids, and plotted our future. When we
set a date - two years off - we made formal announcements. My feet never
touched the ground. I never touched her in a sexual way, and she never offered
any services to me. We did, however, spend hours kissing and holding each
other.

While we were dating, I never brought Sharon near my house. My house was a zoo,
and my family - step family mostly - were animals. I lived in a run-down
suburban home with my mother, step-father, and four step-brats, all boys
ranging in age from ten to fifteen. My step-father, Bucky, drove a dump truck.
Bucky treated me like a red-headed step child, though my hair is blond. I do
all of the stepping and fetching; his kids don't do anything except create work
for my mother.

Bucky is one of the most vulgar men I've ever met, and I've met a bunch. My
mother attracts that type like a dead squirrel attracts flies. Between
marriages, Mom brought home some truly skuzzy humanoids. In truth, I was
relieved when she married Bucky. Bucky may be vulgar, but he was not physically
abusive. He loves my mother, though he treats her like trash.

I've known for years that my mother feeds on abuse - physical or mental. I've
lived through the bondage freaks, the slave scene, the orgy set, and a few real
perverts. I've actually seen my mother gang banged in my living room at the age
of eleven. I've had to feed her and attend to her toilet while she was tied
naked to a chair for days on end. I've sat in on photo sessions where Mom had
to pose with dildoes, dogs, and other women. Then, I had to live with the
humiliation when bestiality photos - published in a local porno rag - got
circulated around school. My mom the human bitch - makes a kid proud.
Thankfully, we moved away right after that.

So Bucky wasn't so bad by comparison. Crude and vulgar, I can live with. I hope
he stays with Mom for the rest of her life. The only problem was Sharon. No way
did I want Sharon exposed to Bucky and his brood. It would be like placing a
lamb among wolves; therefor, I went to great lengths to keep her away. After
our engagement, though, Sharon wanted to get to know her new family.

She became adamant even after I told her what they were like. I reluctantly
consented, and managed to bring her by when I knew Bucky was working or
hunting. I kept him from seeing her for two months. It wasn't long before I got
pressure from both Bucky and Sharon to bring her by so they could get
acquainted. I fought this as long as I could.

Sharon loved my family and they adored her. She thought it was neat the way my
mom takes abuse from my step-brothers, knowing that I couldn't say or do
anything about it. She found it amusing that Bucky threw away all of Mom's
underclothes and makes her wear ridiculously short skirts, tight sweaters, or
loose and open blouses with high heels. Sharon chuckles openly when one of them
flips up Mom's skirt, grabs her pussy, slaps her ass, or pinches her boobs. She
thought it was funnier than hell when one would get her by the nipple or clit
and lead her around in abject humiliation and sometimes agony. The boys had
always been brats but to amuse Sharon they were relentless. With Sharon around,
Mom had to suffer continual harassment and sexual abuse.

Most disturbing of all was seeing Sharon instigating abuse. The first time this
happened, we were on the sofa and Mom was cleaning the fireplace, giving us an
unintentional rear beaver shot. Sharon leaned over and told little Kevin, "I
dare you to go up and stick your finger in her pussy."

He did; Mom shot up throwing ashes in a wide arch; Sharon thought that was the
funniest thing she ever saw. I think I was more shocked by Sharon's vulgar term
for the vagina. Nothing foul could come from Sharon; or at least, it never had.
In my mind, her shit came out in little perfumed plastic capsules. After a few
minutes in my house, her shit definitely made a stink.

The day I'd dreaded arrived. There was no way out. Sharon was invited to dinner
to meet Bucky. I picked her up. On seeing her, my mouth dropped open. I never
saw her looking so sexy. She wore a short dress with a low-cut bodice, high
heels, and she had been to the beauty parlor. She wore make-up. She looked like
a Sunday school whore.

She could not have picked a worse outfit to wear in front of Bucky. She may as
well have had a flashing neon sign over her that said, "PLEASE FUCK ME!" I
begged her to reconsider jeans, tennis shoes, a sweat-shirt, and no make-up.
She brushed me off with a simple, "Don't be silly."

I was shitting razor blades all the way to my house. Sharon seemed quite calm.
When Bucky saw Sharon enter the house, his eyes sprang out and he began
salivating. He took her in a big bear hug, groping her ass with his greasy
paws, welcoming her to the family, astonished that I could get such a fine
piece (his words).

I wanted to die, but Sharon took the groping hug warmly. Bucky turned her loose
and stood back to admire her body, telling her to turn slowly in place. Sharon
blushed, smiled, and turned, basking in the lewd attention. Bucky said, "You
know what I like best about your lags, honey?"

I went pale. I knew what was coming. I knew Sharon would freak out and leave,
never to return. I wanted to stop her from answering. Sharon smiled her cutsy
smile and said, "No what?"

"They got feet at one end and pussy at the other."

Sharon laughed. She didn't bat an eye. She laughed and said, "We have something
in common already, because that's what I like about them too."

Her response had an immediate impact on Bucky. He held out his hand and said,
"Sweety, if you're going to join this family, then we have to have us a little
private talk."

Sharon cast me a curious look. I tried to signal with my expression, "No! Don't
go! He's going to fuck you!"

She understood my silent message, but offered him her hand, then followed
dutifully right into his bedroom. Bucky slammed the door shut, collapsing my
world. Mark, Bucky's oldest boy, taunted, "Dad's going to fuck your little
fiancée." The four boys dashed for the closed door and pressed their ears to
it.

Mom came over and held me, saying, "Now, now, you know what a tease Bucky can
be. He's just making you think bad thoughts, dear. Don't get upset."

The boys took delight in running in and giving updates, like: "I heard a
zipper; she's moaning; they're on the bed." After ten minutes, the updates
weren't necessary. We could hear the squeaky bed springs and the banging of the
headboard all through the house. I fell into a chair in a catatonic daze. The
boys were merciless in their taunts. Brian shouted, "It looks like Dad added a
new whore to the stable."

I wanted to kill him, but all I could do was stare fire at him. They stayed in
the bedroom for over an hour, and by the sounds, had three sessions of
intercourse. Mom had the food on the table, getting cold, waiting for Bucky to
finish with my love. He emerged from the room moving Sharon ahead of him. He
brought her before us, holding her by the shoulders like a trophy - her bra and
panty in his left hand. Cum trails ran down both of her legs, clear to her high
heels. Her right shoulder strap had been ripped apart and the flap of dress
material kept sliding off her right breast. She caught it just in time each
time it threatened to uncover her nipple, but then stopped trying. The flap
slid then flopped down, baring her right breast. She looked at me as if to say,
"I tried, but I'll be dammed if I'm going to hold it up all night."

Bucky tossed the bra and panties at Mom, the panties landing on her head. He
said, "She understands the house rules. Throw those damn things away." He
announced, "All right. Listen up. We have a new member of our happy family. I
want you guys to treat her with the same respect and consideration that you
treat my dear wife."

This brought howls, cheers, clapping, and jumping joy to his four delinquents.
I saw Sharon crack a sly smile. I could have crawled under a sheet of paper.
Brian said, "Can we fuck her, Dad?"

"Son, if she will part her pretty legs for you, you'd be a damn fool not to."
This brought another round of buffoonery. He added, "That don't mean you can
just dog pile her and take it. If you want some pussy, you'll have to do it
like gentlemen. You talk her into it like I had to. You do it right, and she'll
strip, lie back, and put her knees into her arm pits without the first finger
being laid on her."

Mark said, "Is that what she did?"

"Ask her."

Mark addressed Sharon. She finally blushed and quietly said while looking right
at me, "Yes."

Mark said, "Was she a virgin, Dad?"

Bucky turned her back to us, pushed her shoulders down to knee level, pulled
the back of her skirt up over her creamy moons and shot me through the heart.
There was my lady love's vagina, in full view, gaping open obscenely, and
smeared with red-tainted cum.

Bucky said, "These boys have never seen a fresh-fucked virgin before. Give them
a good look, sweetlips."

I watched in horror as Sharon widened her stance considerably and reached back
with both hands to pull her cheeks apart. Those four perverts gathered at her
ass and peered into her vagina, which now looked more like a cunt to me. What
shocked me even more was how easily Sharon accepted this treatment - a whore's
cunt. Far from being traumatized, she had a sexual glow about her. She casually
allowed Bucky to completely remove her torn dress leaving her nude in her
heels, still bent over showing her fucked pussy - her fucked asshole, too.

Despite my anxiety, I couldn't help admiring her vulgar beauty. Having never
even seen her tits, I at least had Bucky to thank for exposing all of Sharon's
hidden treasures. I also figured that since she was no longer a virgin, our
sexual relationship could begin. I always try to make the best of a situation I
have no control over, and it was clear I had no control, say-so, or influence.

Sharon sat through dinner totally nude and leaking Bucky's cum on her seat - a
mess my mother had to clean up. The only topic of discussion was Sharon's
performance - her remarkable pussy being the main focus. She sat quietly
listening to them talk about her remarkable abilities and attributes. After the
bizarre dinner, I felt as though I'd been in the bedroom with them throughout
their sordid sexual adventure.

I learned that Bucky took her orally, anally, and vaginally. That Sharon sucks
a mean cock, and does a trick with her sphincter that drives Bucky wild. He
also informed us that her toes curl in when you nibble on her clit. I made a
mental note. Mark kept pressing for specifics on what to say and do to get
Sharon to spread her legs. Bucky said, "I've always said, 'Treat a whore like a
lady and a lady like a whore and you'll never go wrong.'"

"Yeah, but what is she, a whore or a lady?"

Bucky leaned forward, got serious, and said, "Sharon is the exception to the
rule. She's a whore that likes to be treated like a whore. If you boys want
anything from this little slut, you got to treat her like a whore. She can't
resist that approach. She told me that herself."

Sharon peered at me while casually placing a fork of mashed potatoes in her
mouth. She turned the fork, head-on, and sucked the potatoes off. I made
another mental note.

Mom treated Sharon with respect and deference, like an honored guest. I could
tell that she was getting off on the situation despite my anxiety. She
complimented Sharon on her cute breasts and lovely figure. Sharon smiled and
thrust out her chest proudly. When we finished, Bucky announced he was ready
for seconds, referring to Sharon. Sharon smiled and said, "Me too." Bucky
stood, came over to her seat, and aided her in standing. He cleared everything
from in front of her and told her to lie over the table on her back.

Sharon grinned at me as she complied, sitting on the table's edge, making the
biggest beaver she could. Since she sat beside me, when she was all set, her
left knee rested over my plate. I had an excellent view of the proceedings
while she toyed with her wet pussy, smearing the slime from their previous
fucks. The family gathered around as Bucky stepped to the plate with his
Louisville Slugger. I swear, he had a ten-inch cock as thick as her wrist, but
she still had a hole that looked that size.

Bucky aimed his rampant erection at her sloppy cunt as Sharon wiggled her cute
butt in anticipation, then grabbed his long cock and guided the bulbous head to
her open hole. The boys gathered closer, pressing in on all sides to watch the
action as Bucky's cock slipped easily into my girl's sloppy twat, proving that
he had, indeed, bored a tunnel between my girl's legs, making a fuck sleeve
suited for his slugger. He ruined what had to have been a very neat, compact,
tight pussy that would have been just right for me.

Once he was in, Sharon drew her legs back and held onto her toes, assuming the
provocative pose Bucky said she assumed in the bedroom before he laid a finger
on her. I've never seen anything so blatantly wanton. I thought, "If she did
that for Bucky, then my fiancée is a slut."

She fucked herself on Bucky's cock in that position long enough to make a deep
impression, then gripped the table's edge while looking right at me the whole
time Bucky screwed her. Their fucking was very messy and noisy as her juicy
twat got a thorough pummeling. She constantly moaned and groaned her
satisfaction and came twice before Bucky poured another copious load into her
twat.

Afterward, Bucky wiped his dick on her ass. Sharon sat up on straight arms with
her legs drawn up and laid flat. Everyone, including my mother, came up to feel
and finger her, everyone except me and Bucky. She gave us all a good look at
her fresh-fucked body drooling sperm from her pussy. We left shortly
thereafter.

Mom offered to wipe Sharon off, but Sharon declined, saying, "I think I like it
this way. All this sperm feels sexy."

Mom helped her with her dress and pinned Sharon's strap in place. Sharon
allowed each of the boys to feel her up at will. They concentrated mostly on
her tits and ass because her cunt was a mess. I can't tell you how
disconcerting that was to watch her freely accept those eight grubby little
hands, watching those turds poke fingers up my girls ass or maul her tits. It
troubled me that Sharon did not bother to clean herself. She sat on my new seat
covers, but I said nothing.

We drove in silence. When I drove past her turn off, headed in the direction of
our favorite make-out spot, she said nothing. My cock leapt to attention; my
foot pressed harder on the accelerator. I parked the car by the lake and turned
in the seat to face her. Sharon turned her head toward me. I scooted over and
took her in my arms. We kissed. I grabbed her right breast and squeezed.

Sharon took my hand off her tit, leaned away, and said, "What do you think
you're doing?"

My face burned with shame and confusion. I said, "Sharon, don't be mad at me. I
tried to warn you."

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about you grabbing my breast like I
was some cheap slut. Is that what you think of me now?"

"No, of course not."

"Do you think that just because I stripped off all my clothes right after
entering the bedroom, and climbed onto the bed; that because I spread my legs
and played with my vagina; that I told him I was a virgin and wanted him to
fuck my pussy; you think that makes me a whore?"

"Well Sharon..."

"I only did that because I knew that's what he wanted and expected. I wanted to
be accepted by the family. And after what you told me, I knew he'd just take it
anyway. I didn't want a rape to tarnish our relationship. I gave my body
willingly so he wouldn't carry any guilt. I did that for us, and you call me a
whore."

"I'm sorry, Sharon. I never called you a whore, or even thought it."

"Do you think I enjoyed exposing my body, my pussy, tits, and ass to those
boys, your mother, and you? Is that what you think?"

"No, not at all," I lied. "That must have been terribly humiliating."

"Do you think I enjoyed being talked about in the most vulgar terms and having
all my sexual secrets laid bare for everyone to know. Sure, I told him I wanted
his boys to treat me just like your mother. I don't want special treatment.
Your mother appreciates that, if her son doesn't"

"But, Sharon. That wasn't necessary. My mother likes that kind of treatment."

"I suppose she's a whore, too?"

"No, you're putting words in my mouth. Sharon, I love you."

"I don't want to discuss this anymore. I need time to think about our
relationship. Take me home."

"Sharon, Ple..."

"Take me home!" I started the car and eased onto the roadway. All the way to
her house, I pleaded for forgiveness, rededicating my love and respect. I
promised never to insult her modesty or impugn her virtue, praised her for her
sacrifices on our behalf, and thanked her for placing the welfare of my family
members above her own. As I turned into the driveway, I said, "Thank you for
handling Bucky the way you did. That was smart. He would have raped you
anyway."

I put the car in park. Sharon turned toward me on the seat and said, "Do you
really mean that?"

"Yes, I do."

"And how about me suggesting to Bucky that the boys treat me like a whore."

"I thought you asked him to be treated like mother?"

"Same difference. I may have said whore. Well?"

"Okay. Yes, I agree. I don't like it, but now that I know why you said it, I
agree."

"I don't know. I'm not sure I trust you anymore."

"Sharon. I love you. You know that! You can trust me."

"All right. You heard Bucky tell the boys how to get me to spread my legs,
right?"

"Yes."

"And those boys expect me to put out, just by treating me like a whore, Right?"

"Well, yes, I suppose, but nothing says you have to."

"And if I let Bucky, or Mark, but not the others, can't you see where that will
cause hard feelings."

"Well, yes, but..."

"No buts, you know it's true. Face it. From now on, I'm a whore for Bucky,
Mark, Brian, Stevie, and Kevin. Can you deal with that reality?"

"You'll never be a whore to me."

"That's absolutely right, but I am a whore to them, don't you agree? It's all
right. It's the truth. I won't get mad if you say it. I want to hear you admit
that I'm a whore for your step-father and step-brothers."

I was terribly confused, but one thing I knew - Sharon did want me to call her
a whore. I said, "You're a whore, Sharon."

She smiled and made me say it ten times. She then said, "But I'm not a whore to
you. To you, I'm a virgin princess." I nodded my weak understanding. She went
on, "That means I expect to be treated no differently by you. Between you and
me, nothing has changed. And I'm holding you to your pledge. I expect a full
virgin in my honeymoon bed. If you can accept those terms, I'll consider the
wedding still on; otherwise, I never want to see you again."

This was like a splash of ice water. I had never once considered this
possibility; nevertheless, I quickly said, "I can accept those terms."

I think this surprised her or she was surprised that I caved in so quickly. She
perked up and said, "That means that you have to watch while your step-father
and your step-brothers enjoy what you must wait two years for." This was
another splash in the face. I nodded weakly.

She smiled and said, "I'm not sure you fully understand. Close your eyes and
imagine this scene. We're sitting on the sofa, cuddled up, watching TV. Little
Kevin crawls up, reaches under my skirt and starts playing with my pussy. I
reach down and pull my skirt up for him. I lay my leg over your lap and lay my
head into your shoulder while he finger-fucks me. You look down at the pussy
you haven't even touched and see your brat brother in it to his wrist. Could
you sit still for that?"

The vision, oddly, had my cock standing tall. I said I could.

She went on, "Okay, later, Brian leans across you with his dick in his hand,
right in front of your face, and says, 'Suck my cock, bitch.' I lean over and
slide my mouth over it and start sucking. I'm sucking Brian's cock with my
mouth right next to yours. In fact, his cock is under your nose and the shaft
is against your lips. You don't pull away because you know better. You know it
makes me angry when you don't let them humiliate you. Sometimes, I pull off and
press his cockhead against your lips. You know you'd better open and suck him
in. I like to jack them off in your mouth, especially if your mother is
watching. I like making them cum in your face, or on mine and having you lick
it off. Can you see yourself doing those things?"

Unbelievably, I was about to cum. Breathing hard, I managed to say, "Yes."

That surprised her - pleasantly. She said, "All right. One day, Mark comes over
and says, 'Give me some pussy, whore.' I calmly get up. I do a sexy strip. Mark
lays me over your lap so that my ass is over your crotch. You see Mark get
between my widely-parted legs and center his cock at pussy hole and shove. You
watch that hated cock take your lady's pussy and can only imagine the exquisite
feelings he's experiencing. Everybody gathers around to watch Mark fuck me. I
hold my feet by the toes and beg Mark to pound my cunt. They're all excited
because they know what happens after Mark cums."

"What happens after he cums?"

"After getting my pussy pumped full of Mark's sperm, I jump up and stand on the
sofa cushions with my back to you. Your head is laid back and I get my cunt
over your mouth. You suck all the sperm right from my fresh-fucked snatch. Your
hands are dutifully at your sides, because you still can't touch my pussy. Only
your lips and tongue can touch my pussy, and that's only if there's sperm in
it. Those are the rules. Can you see yourself doing that and following those
rules?"

I had my cock out and was masturbating. Cum flew out and peppered the
headliner. Sharon laughed and said, "I'll take that as a yes."

When my breathing returned to normal, I glanced sheepishly at my love. She was
smiling. She said, "Do you still want to marry me?"

I said, "Yes, god yes."

"Good, then you have potential as a husband. I can't go in the house like this.
Take off your shirt so I can wipe my cunt."

I handed her my shirt and watched her mop her crotch, wipe her legs, and draw
it up the crack of her ass. She handed it back and said, "Well, got to go.
Great dinner. Thank everyone for me. See you in school. Bye."

I put my soiled shirt back on and drove home in a daze. We were married as
planned. Sharon stood beside me at the alter, pregnant with her second child
and carrying five loads of cum drooling down her legs - none of which was mine.
Bucky and the boys took turns with her in the bridal chamber, wiped their dicks
on her train, and sent her down the aisle a fucking bridal mess. Things haven't
changed much since, but I finally got to make love to my lady. That whore is
one fine piece of ass, and she has this thing she does with her sphincter. What
a gal!

THE END

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