I had only just several times sucked my husband, for he seemed to not demaned it, he was more of a let me drill you kind of man. Not to much glamer in our sex life, but it was enjoyable for 15 years. I was now being forced to suck strange cock. One by one they took turnes poking my mouth, and I begain to relize that I was being raped. How can this just happen, and why me. As i was told by each of these guys, do what we say and I would not be hurt, load after load filled my mouth. I was able to void some of it, but I had to swollow as well. the one thing that helped me during this was the fact that no one was touching me in any place but my arms and legs to keep me pind down to the ground. My bikini was still on, so my hope was all they wanted was to mouth fuck me then leave me.

As I drained each of them the rape turned for the worse. Tape was placed over my mouth, my bikini was ripped off with no problem and I now layed naked surounded by stiff half drunken guys. They picked me up and carried me foward off the beach to a small house. I was then tied to a bed, and one by one they robed me of my pride as they fucked me like animals.

I was untied, turned over, retied, and pulled up on all 4`s, and pumped again and again for there pleasure. I was shure that they were done for I was left alone for a hour or so, just laying there helpless, tired, hurting, swollen and sore. My emotions were crazy, nothing made any since.

the rape continued but this time they took turnes explorting my ass hole where no one had ever gone before. I knew that some people enjoy that kind of sex, but I never wanted or liked the thought of it. Now I was forced to be filled in this way, and again they seemed pleased to use my at there will.

One would think by now that the worsed was over and done. how could I go on, they would sure kill me if they did more to me. Now it was time not for one on one, but forced to comply I fould myself being used again. Cock in the mouth, my pussy, and my ass was not fun, it hurt, I sure must die now.

As all of this was happening to me I was unaware of the guy with the camera. He had photographed there fun and my humiliation. How could anyone be so mean enough is enough. They had picked up from the beach my laptop and now they had acsess to my whole life. From my computor I was forced to help them get into my e-mail but why.

My life was finaily finished now. I was now turned lose, I could walk but not well. I had losed everything, even my cloths. Forced to walk naked back to my motel, the only good thing that came out of this day was my room was way down on the end of the building, and I had forgotten to lock the door.

A few days latter I retured to work. It seemed that everyone stared at me, could they have known that I was raped over and over again. I made my way to my desk to try to work and not think upon what had happen to me. As I set at my computor I noticed my e-mail was loaded with twenty something letters from me to me. What was this. I begain to open one and my life was drained from me. There I was naked, being raped, it showed everything. Each of the e-mails had 4 pictures with them. They had not only taken me forcefully and raped me, but now they had raped me again threw e mail humiliating me futher. The worse had happened, they had forwarded each of these letters titled see what I did at the beach, to everyone in my e-mail address book. My family, my friends, my coworkers, my boss, my work clients, and the list goes on and on.

I lost most of my friends, my job, yes my husband,some of my family, all of my pride. Now I live in another state by myself, I work as a clerk at a quiky mart, I have no computor, and I have been raped 3 times since I`ve lived here. I live each day knowing that someone will sure take me again and probably kill me.

"O ok thanks dude" i yelled as i was driving away, that night when i got home i figured i might just hae to give this a try.

So at about 10:30 i was up making some soup when i hered her yell

"could you grab me a glass of  pepsi"

i thought to myself "go time"

as i replyed"yeah no problem ma"

I forgot totally about my soup as i quickly ran up to my room and grabed two pills. when i  returned i got the glass of pepsi ready and through in the pill's aas i watched them disapear i found myself getting very hard through my boxer's. i ran to the sitting room where she was watching tv and set it down next to her and ran back to my room. i couldnt help but pulling out my dick i was too hard to hold back for 16 i guess i was a good size at about 8.5 inches hard. i stroked my large prick as i came within moments of stroking my dick. And when i came i came hard spurting load after load of cumm onto my tummy.

about an hour later i figured i would go check on her when i got down there i was shocked to see the pop was drank and she was fast asleep in a rather akward positon. I became hard instantly and i went over to her and made sure she was sleepiing hard as i slaped her face lightly then i took out my dick, and rubbed it on her chin then put the tip into my own Mother's mouth i felt so good i almost came, but holding myself back i thought i have nothing but time as i took her at least D cup outta her bra and God did she have the perfect pair they had little small silver dollar nipple's mmmm they looked good as i put my face into her chest sucking on her nice tit's making her nipples hard.

After i was done with her now hard nipples i moved down to her little black lace panties. i first moved them aside and spred her legs but then, i realized i needed to get right in to get at my mom's tight little cunt. i slipped her panties right off and said outload

"mom do you want me to lick your clit"

nothing in reply, i started to lick and suck on her clit as i was getting her wett i could feel her juices amoung my tounge inside of her after she was wett i go to my feet looked at her and grabbed her hand and placed it on my now trobbing cock.and put it way down her throat i felt a slight gag. so i pulled out.

After that i moved down to my prize, The fact i get to; fuck my mother's own pussy. Was getting me so hot as i put my prick to her cunt lip's and i with one hard thrust ram'd at least 6 inches of my dick in her i began to fuck her faster and harder i was begining to feel my cum build up as i grew closer and closer to cumming i pulled out and came all over her tits. Then stood back and looked at what i had just done. I quick;y grabed my boxer's and wiped off the cum off her tit's and throw her bra and panties on and then looked and her on my way out of the room. She looked so happy :) 

            “Calm down, pet, or I won’t let you up.” Her voice was soft but held authority.

            When she moved into his line of sight she took his breath away. She was dressed in a silky green robe that matched the color of her eyes. It fitted her curves perfectly and he was hard almost instantly. She laughed lightly when she pulled the blankets back on the bed.

            “We really need to work on your self control, pet.” She reached forward to release the chain holding him to the bed and her breasts brushed against his face tantalizingly. “Okay, sit up.”

            He struggled to sit up with his arms still bound behind him. She reached out to grip his elbow and steady him.

            “If I release your arms will you behave or am I going to have to shock you into submission again?”

            He closed his eyes and whispered angrily, “I’ll do whatever you say just get that goddamn tail out of my ass.”

            She chuckled lightly, her hands running down his arms and chest.

            “Yes, I suppose it is becoming a bit painful by now, isn’t it?” She clipped a leash to his collar then reached behind him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

She slipped a key into the cuffs binding his hands and quickly freed him. He pulled his arms around and grabbed her shoulders tightly.

“Now what will you do, bitch?”

She smiled sweetly at him. “And how do you plan to get past Cree? There’s only one door out of here and he’s on the other side with a remote to your collar.”

Conner stared at her while his mind worked through the possibilities.

“Can you kill with your own hands, Conner? Or do you need someone else to do it for you?” she taunted him.

His right hand slid up her arm to her throat. He slowly tightened his grip. Her eyes never left his, even as his fingers tightened around her neck. Suddenly, he jerked away from her and fell off the bed onto his knees, grabbing at the collar around his neck. His eyes wildly searched the room, finally seeing Cree standing in the open doorway, a remote in his hand. She stared at him for several seconds as he writhed on the floor.

“Enough!” she finally called.

Cree released his hold on the remote and tossed it to her as he stepped forward into the room. He grabbed Conner by the elbow and jerked him to his feet.

“Let’s go,” Cree growled at the other man.

She followed them from the room. When they drew near the sunken tub Cree stopped Conner. He reached down and viciously yanked the tale from Conner’s ass then tossed it aside, ignoring the other man’s scream of pain.

“Get in the tub,” Cree ordered. When Conner didn’t move, Cree pushed him forward. “Get in the tub,” he repeated.

Conner stumbled forward and managed to climb down the steps into the tub. The hot water soothed his ravaged ass and he slowly relaxed. When Cree started to fasten the leash to the side of the pool a tiny hand was laid over his large one, stopping him.

“That won’t be necessary now,” she said softly, staring intently at Conner.

“But he –”

“Is in acute pain.” She turned angry eyes on the large black man. “I understand your anger, Cree, but I don’t want him damaged.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Delayhoe. It won’t happen again.”

“It had better not.”

She pulled the leash from his hand and shrugged off her robe then stepped into the tub. She handed the remote to him over her shoulder.

“Stay close,” she said softly.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Valerie eased over next to Conner and clasped his hands in hers. He jerked away from her and almost fell when he lost his balance in the water. She grabbed his elbow to steady him as he grabbed the edge of the tub.

“I’m sorry, Conner. He shouldn’t have done that,” she said softly. “I don’t want you maimed physically.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I want my husband back, damn it. But he’s dead. So you’ll just have to do.” She stared up at him in anger.

He slowly sank down to sit on the bench running around the tub. When his ass connected with the bench and his weight settled on it, he jumped back to his feet.

“Goddamn it!”

His eyes blazed when she giggled at him. Slowly, he relaxed and started to chuckle lightly. She grasped his arm and urged him to turn from her.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

“Why?” he asked suspiciously.

“So I can make your ass feel better,” she replied, shoving against his shoulder. “Come on.” She led him part way up the steps of the tub. “Okay, this is good.” She sat down on the steps and nodded to Cree. He switched on the air and the turbulent bubbles started to roll the water. “Come here.”

She reached her arms toward Conner. He nervously edged closer to her. She caught his hand in hers and pulled him down next to her. He knelt beside her to avoid sitting. She pulled on his arms and he leaned toward her, slowly reclining over her lap. Her hands gently massaged his back slowly making their way down to his hips. She tenderly worked her fingers across his ass cheeks to slowly part them. He flinched and tried to pull away.

“Shhh, I just want to see how bad it is.” Her voice was soft and calming.

He quieted and let her probing fingers check his anal opening. She finally pulled her hands away and rubbed his shoulders.

“I’ll put some salve on it after your bath. That should help. I don’t think he did any real damage when he pulled it out. You’ll just be a bit tender for a day or two.”

“Thanks,” he replied bitterly.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” she said with a laugh as she smacked him on the ass.

“Ow!” He jerked away from her and gave her a withering look.

“It’s not that bad,” she said as she grabbed his prick.

“Don –” He stopped when she laid her finger over his lips.

“You talk too much, pet.” She smiled up at him. Rising from her seat on the steps she slowly moved back down in the tub, leading him by his cock. He followed silently. “Finish your bath,” she instructed him.

She moved away from him and stepped out of the tub. He watched her go. She toweled off and left the room, still naked. Once she was gone he moved around in the tub to find the soap and washcloth. He leisurely washed himself then climbed from the tub and toweled off. When he tossed the towel aside he felt a tug on his leash and realized that Cree was pulling on it. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the large black man.

“Come with me,” Cree said.

Conner silently followed Cree from the bathroom. He was led down a long hallway to a small carpeted room. A thin mat was placed in one corner of the room, a toilet and sink stood in the opposite corner. Conner turned a confused look on Cree but the other man had already turned to leave.

“Wait! What –”

Cree was already gone and the door closed behind him. Conner lunged at the door, trying unsuccessfully to open it. He pounded on it to no avail. After several minutes of no response he gave up, unhooked the leash from his collar, tossed it aside and started to pace around the small room. Finally, he went to the sink and turned on the cold water. He was surprised when it actually worked. Letting the tap run for a few seconds he eventually dipped his hands under the water and lifted a small amount to his lips as he bent over the sink. The cool water tasted wonderful to him since he hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink since – the limo, whenever that had been. He took several sips of the water and was drying his hands when the door sprang open. Turning his head he saw Cree enter with a tiny Japanese woman. Cree carried a tray of sandwiches and a glass of soda water while the woman had a tube of something in her hand. Conner watched them suspiciously.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Cree ordered.

Conner narrowed his eyes and stared at the other man warily. “Why?”

Cree sighed heavily. “Mistress wants your ass tended to. Lie down.”

The little Asian woman smiled comfortingly and nodded at him, holding out the tube in her hand. She said something in her native tongue and made rubbing motions with her free hand. Conner nervously watched Cree as he carefully lowered himself onto the mat and laid down on his stomach. The tiny woman approached him and gently rubbed her hand across his lower back. Slowly, her hand may its way to his buttocks and she tenderly spread his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and suppressed a grunt when she probed lightly with her fingers. She spoke to him in her native tongue again then he jumped when he felt a cold cream hit his ass. Her fingers worked the cream around and into his asshole. It hurt at first but the pain eased as she worked. When she finished she went to the sink and washed her hands then moved to stand next to the door. Cree sat the tray of sandwiches and the drink on the floor next to Conner’s head and shoulders, well within his reach.

“Mistress thought you might be hungry,” he said then he turned and left, the little Asian woman preceding him out the door.

Conner was famished and ate the sandwiches quickly. He drank the soda water greedily then pushed the tray aside. Turning his head away from the door, he lay quietly on the mat and soon fell asleep.

 

Valerie watched the television monitor with interest as Mae Ling tended to her pet’s ass. She laughed at the way he ate hungrily after his two keepers had left. Even long after he had fallen asleep she watched. She stared at his handsome profile, looking so angelic in sleep, and wondered how he could be so ruthless. She could feel the power in him when she confronted him. He was definitely a dangerous man but she loved the way she felt when she was controlling him. And, God, he was good in bed.

She wondered what he would be like if he took a woman willingly. How good would he be then? He’s magnificent to look at and simply wonderful to touch, she thought. And he’s absolutely all mine. She smiled to herself.

“Conner Web belongs to me,” she said aloud. “Conner Web is my fuck toy.”

Valerie giggled to herself as she watched him sleep. She almost felt sorry for him. He was so confused he didn’t even know what day it was. Hell, he didn’t even know what time it was. The poor man had no idea where he was or who he was fucking. She laughed aloud. God, this is great, she thought to herself.

“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it, Conner?” she whispered.

 

Conner was awakened by the sound of the door closing. He jerked his head around to see Cree standing over him.

“Get up.”

The first thing he noticed was that the tray his sandwiches had been on was gone. Apparently, someone had been in the room earlier and he hadn’t heard them. He slowly got to his feet. Once he was standing, Cree attached a leash to his collar and tugged on it, pulling him forward. He was led unceremoniously from his small cell, down a long hallway to an elevator. They descended to the first floor and he was led through a maze of hallways to a large, gaily-decorated ballroom. Cree led him to a column in the center of the room and stopped. A tiny, masked form stepped from behind the column and Cree handed her the leash.

Conner stared at the beautiful creature in front of him, not noticing Cree’s movement to the other side of the column. She was dressed in a tight, short green dress that displayed all of her curves nicely and perfectly matched her green eyes. A deep green mask covered her face. The six-inch heels she wore were dyed to match the dress. He started to get hard as soon as he saw her. She noticed his erection immediately and started to fondle him.

“You really do like me, don’t you, pet?”

“You look very nice,” he replied noncommittally.

She laughed. “Well, that’s because we’re having a little party this evening.” She moved around him, causing him to shift his position so his back was to the column. When she moved closer to him, he instinctively moved backward, pressing his back against the column. “You’ll enjoy it, I think.”

He felt cuffs click around his wrists and realized he was trapped against the column.

“What the hell?” He turned his head from side to side, trying to see what was going on.

“You’re our entertainment, pet,” she purred at him. “You see, I’ve invited a few of my closest female friends over for an evening of fun and games.” She let her right hand roam up over his bare chest. “You’re the fun and games, pet.”

He shook his head from side to side. “You’re insane.”

“I’ve warned you before about talking too much. Since you just can’t seem to control your tongue, I’ll have to gag you tonight.”

The cuffs pulled tighter on his wrists, pulling his arms back around the column. They were fastened in place then Cree appeared next to him. The tiny woman in front of him reached up and pinched his nose closed. He fought for air and finally had to open his mouth to gasp for a breath. When he pulled a breath in, she shoved a large penis gag into his mouth, releasing her hold on his nose, and held the gag in place while Cree fastened the straps around his head. Conner stared down malevolently at her. She smiled sweetly at him when she produced a remote control and held it up for him to see.

“It just keeps getting better and better, pet,” she said softly.

She pushed a button on the remote and the gag in his mouth jumped to life. Conner grunted and jerked spasmodically, throwing his head from side to side. His breathing and eyes showed the panic he felt. She caressed his cheek with her right hand, holding the remote in her left.

“I’ll leave it on low for now, pet, so you can get used to it.”

He grunted desperately at her, pleading with his eyes. She leaned forward to kiss and lick his nipples, her right hand sliding down his neck and chest to fondle his cock and balls.

“I’ll be back soon,” she whispered when she pulled away from him. She chuckled when she saw he was becoming erect again. “Don’t miss me too much.”

Conner watched her disappear through a different door than the one he’d been brought through. He tried to relax his jaws and ignore the vibration in his mouth but it wasn’t easy. Cree strapped cuffs around Conner’s ankles and pulled his legs apart, chaining them to the column as well. He then set up a large table next to the column Conner was trapped against and began laying out various toys and implements. Conner watched with dread and interest as Cree worked. Finally, the big black man finished his task. He silently fixed a mask over Conner’s face then left the room. Conner was alone with his thoughts and the vibrating cock gag.

When the mysterious lady finally returned she was not alone. There were two other women with her, both wore masks. Like her they were both dressed in tight, well-fitting dresses which showed off their curves to their advantage. One was blonde while the other was a brunette.

“Oh my God, Val. You really do have a fucking man tied up in here. This is so fucking wild,” the blonde squealed in excitement.

“He’s really built too,” the brunette commented. “Can we touch him?”

“Of course, ladies. He’s here for your enjoyment. You can touch him however you like with the exception of his ass. You’re also welcome to use any of the toys and implements on the table next to him. Just please don’t leave any permanent marks. I rather like my new toy.”

“So what’s his name?” the blonde asked.

“I just call him pet,” Val replied. She turned to Conner and pressed her right hand to his cheek. “Pet this is Ronnie.” She indicated the brunette. “And Candy.” She indicated the blonde. “Be nice to them.”

He stared at her in silence. She let her hand slide down to the collar around his throat. Her fingers played it with for a moment as she stared into his eyes.

“Be nice,” she repeated.

He grunted at her. She turned and left the room. He was alone with the two strange women. They immediately jumped at him, their hands skimming over his body lightly.

“You are a treasure, pet,” Ronnie purred at him as she turned to the table next to him while Candy sucked his right nipple between her teeth. “What to do first? Do you have a favorite?”

She idly picked up a leather flogger in one hand and the riding crop Val had used on him before in the other hand. Candy turned her attention to the table and squealed in delight.

“Let’s get him hard with the vibrators then put the clamps on him!”

“What a wonderful idea,” Ronnie agreed. “Then we can whack them off with the flogger and crop.”

He grunted frantically around the vibrating gag in his mouth and wiggled uselessly against his bonds as they approached him with vibrators. Ronnie went to work on his prick while Candy played with his nipples. When the vibrator Ronnie held against his cock first jumped against his sensitive genitals he jerked and grunted into the gag. The sensations soon became pleasant and he lost himself in the feelings. His prick began to grow and his nipples stood erect as the women continued their ministrations. He pressed his head back against the column he was bound to and closed his eyes, reveling in the feelings the women were evoking. A low moan escaped his throat just as Ronnie laid her vibrator aside. She handed several clips to Candy and took several more from the table for herself. She carefully pulled a bit of skin away from his prick and snapped a clip onto the small fold.

Conner’s eyes sprang open, a guttural scream of agony roared from his throat and slipped around the gag in his mouth. The muscles in his neck, arms and legs stood out as he fought against the blazing pain in his groin. He gasped for air and continued to scream into his gag. Candy released a clip onto his right nipple and more screams poured from around the gag. When Ronnie pinched another clip to his cock, he struggled against his bonds mightily.

“God,” she whispered loudly. “Look at those muscles.”

“He’s gorgeous,” Candy replied.

Val entered the room again followed by two more women, one blonde and one redheaded.

“I see you’re entertaining yourselves,” she called to Ronnie and Candy.

“Oh, God, Val, he’s fucking beautiful!” Ronnie exclaimed.

“Oh, dear, pet. They’ve started you off a bit rough I see,” she commented as she looked him up and down.

“And he’s already gone flat on us,” Ronnie pointed out.

“Perhaps I can help with that,” Val replied.

She reached out and caressed his clenched jaw, drawing his attention. Slowly, she unbuttoned her dress and slid it over her shoulders, staring into his eyes as she let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in a lacy black bra that more displayed her breasts than hid them and matching lacy g-string panties. She wore thigh-high stockings and her heels. Ever so slowly, she pirouetted for him then leaned in to rub her tiny body against him. He was unable to control his body’s automatic response to her. His cock grew hard and started to ooze pre-cum.

“Oh, Val, he likes you,” Ronnie commented before clipping two more clips onto his now stiff rod.

He screamed into his gag, squeezing his eyes closed in pain. His prick quickly deflated again. Valerie leaned forward to nibble on his earlobe then move down to his left nipple. She slowly worked her way back up his chest so she could chew on his neck then moved back to his ear. Suddenly, she shoved her tongue into his ear and his cock shot up. Ronnie smacked two more clips on him, drawing more screams from him. Val moved away so Candy could snap her clip on his left nipple. The women all stood back to admire their work.

“By the way, pet,” Val said with a smile and indicated the two new women. “This is Angel.” She pointed to the second blonde then to the redhead. “And this is Venus.”

 

Conner was struggling to stand when Val led her guests from the ballroom. If he hadn’t been bound so tightly to the column, his legs wouldn’t have held him upright. He was covered in bright red welts and sweat beaded his body. His head rested against the column he was bound to, his eyes closed as he hovered near sleep from exhaustion. He flinched when he felt hands at his sore wrists. Cree released him from the column, took the mask off of him then removed the gag from his mouth and tossed it away. He turned and tugged on the leash that he attached to Conner’s collar.

“Come, you must bathe now.”

Silently, Conner followed him from the ballroom and back through the winding corridors to the elevator. They rode back up to the third floor and Cree led him back to the sunken tub. Conner climbed thankfully into the steaming water and sank onto the bench ignoring the pain in his ass. Cree attached his leash to one of the crevices in the floor then disappeared from the room. Conner sank down in the water and simply soaked in for a time. Finally, he roused himself enough to wash the evening’s grime and sweat from his body then he lay back in the water and dozed until Cree came for him.

“Come,” was all the big man said.

Conner climbed wearily from the water and toweled off then followed Cree. He was surprised to be led back to the big, mirrored bedroom. Cree locked Conner’s leash to the headboard of the bed then left the room. Conner sat down on the bed to wait then slowly laid back to get more comfortable. His eyes slowly slid closed and soon he was fast asleep. He awoke to a soft touch on his pelvis. His eyes fluttered open to see Val bent over him, her long auburn hair dancing lightly against his hips and legs. When he tried to reach out to touch her he realized his hands were cuffed to the headboard.

“Damn it,” he swore softly.

She glanced up at him with a smile and returned to her work. He felt something cold press against his cock, causing him to flinch. She smacked his hip hard with the flat of her hand.

“Stay still,” she commanded. He felt her hands on his prick, rubbing something cold into the skin. A few minutes later she said softly, “There, all done.”

She patted his groin and smiled up at him.

“Done with what?” he asked suspiciously.

“A little lotion for you.” She smiled as she crawled up his body and lay down next to him, wiping her hands on a damp towel. “It will help you stay ready for me for a very, very long time.” She smiled wickedly as her left hand played with his nipples. “I might even let you cum later.” She glanced up at him coquettishly, and chuckled. “Now, speaking of cumming, you have pleasured everyone but me tonight. So, you will make me cum at least three times tonight. And you’ll use your mouth or your hands – or both – to do it.”

“And if I don’t?” he asked,

“Oh, you will, pet,” she replied, playing idly with the collar locked around his throat. “You will.”

She reached up and released his hands from the cuffs holding them to the headboard. Then she released the leash from his collar and pressed her lips to his.

“If you want to cum, that is,” she said when she pulled away from him.

She glanced down at his groin to see that he was already starting to grow hard. Chuckling lightly, she rolled onto her back and tugged lightly on his right nipple.

“Come on, pet, get busy.”

He moaned low as he moved toward her. His left hand squeezed and kneaded her tits while his right hand moved down to pinch and tickle her clit. He lowered his head to cover her lips with his. Their tongues sparred with one another while his fingers explored her velvet depths. She wiggled and moaned beneath him. Suddenly, her arms grasped his shoulders and pulled him to her. She slid her arms down his back, raking his skin with her fingernails, pulling his hips toward her as she screamed out her joy. He held her tightly, his rock-hard cock pressed against her leg, as she spasmed against him.

“Oh, God, pet,” she panted. “You are good.”

They lay entwined in each others’ arms for long minutes until her breathing calmed. When he felt her relaxing, he slid his hands over her body, touching her everywhere. She arched her back and moaned low. His teeth nipped at her neck as his fingers pinched her nipples.

“Yes!” she cried. “Please, don’t stop!”

He moved down to nuzzle at her breasts, taking the left one in his mouth and sucking lightly. His right hand continued to tease the right nipple while his left hand moved down her body to find her hot, wet tunnel. He pressed and rubbed her clit with his thumb while sliding his first finger inside her. She bucked her hips up to meet his hand so he slid a second finger in as well.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

Conner nipped lightly at her left nipple while gently squeezing the right nipple and her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. Her fingernails raked over his back, her hips lifting to meet his strokes.

“Oh, God, pet, yesssss!”

He slid a third finger into her pussy and pinched her clit viciously She sank her fingernails into his shoulders as she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, her legs squeezed his hand tightly. He shoved his fingers as deeply into her as he could and waited, looking up at her through his dark lashes. When her body finally relaxed its grip on him, he slid his hand from her dripping cunt. She lay panting beneath him. He rolled onto his back and gripped his aching cock. He had never been so hard before without cumming. What the hell did she put on me, he wondered.

She suddenly rolled over and climbed on top of him. Her wet, hot tunnel closed over his hard prick, drawing a wild moan from deep in his throat.

“That’s only two, pet. You still have one left. I told you to make me cum at least three times.” She stared down at him with bright eyes.

He reached up to grip her tits in his hands. His fingers closed around her nipples and pulled, forcing her to lean down toward him. He played with her tits while their tongues sparred and she rode his cock. She bounced wildly on him finally forcing him to release his hold on her tits. They broke their kiss and she sat up, leaning back. He stared up at her and watched her round tits bounce as she rode him with abandon. Her hands reached out and she grabbed his nipples, squeezing relentlessly.

“Ooohhhh, Gooodddddd!”

He felt her cunt squeeze tightly around his swollen prick and convulse wildly, her legs locked tightly around his hips. It felt like she would squeeze  his cock off when she finally relaxed and fell forward onto his chest, exhausted. After a few minutes, she pulled herself off his still hard rod and rolled over to lay next to him.

“You are such a wonderful fuck, pet.”

Her only answer was a low, mournful moan from him. She turned to look at him curiously. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his hands gripped the bedsheet  in his fists. She let her eyes rake over him and she finally saw that he was still hard. Her hand went to his prick and started to slide up and down his member.

“Poor baby, you didn’t get to finish did you?” she teased.

“God damn it, what the hell did you put on me?”

She laughed as she stroked him.

“I told you, it was a cream to make you last longer for me. I guess it really works.” She released her hold on his cock and wiped her hand on the sheets as she laughed.

“It isn’t fucking funny.”

“Now you know how it feels, pet. How many times did you get off and leave the woman you were fucking unsatisfied?”

He gnashed his teeth and ignored her.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Go masturbate in the corner if it hurts that bad,” she snapped and turned away from him.

He got up from the bed and started toward the door to the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked harshly.

“I need to piss,” he growled at her.

“You can do that after you masturbate for me.” She sat up and stared malevolently at him.

He stared hotly at her until she picked up a remote from the nightstand next to the bed. Rolling his eyes, he put his right hand on his stiff cock and began to jack-off. Several minutes later he spurted a large stream of jism onto the carpeted floor. Once he started to cum he didn’t think he’d ever stop. He seemed to continually spurt the stringy white mess from his cock. Finally, it ended and he sighed with relief.

“Can I go piss now?”

“Yes,” she replied sweetly. “And clean yourself up while you’re in there.”

He turned and started toward the door to the bathroom again.

“And, pet? Don’t think about trying to go anywhere else. The outer door is locked. Even if you did get through it, an alarm would sound and you wouldn’t make it more than five feet before your collar shocked you into submission.” She laid back down and pulled the covers over her. “Hurry back, pet.”

The next day, her and Josh went to the hotel across the street to see some of his rugby teammates where they were staying. Alot of these guys had been on the boat the day before, including Tom, whom she had always hated anyway, and had witnessed her public lesbianism. Stephanie was very anxious and nervous about going over there.

When they got to their hotel room, they walked in and the room got quiet when Stephanie walked in. There was about 5 of the rugby team members, plus Josh in the room. Tom high fived Josh and winked at Stephanie. Another guy, Fred was in the room, whom Stephanie absolutely detested more than Tom. He was short, kind of fat, and always had a foul attitude towards women. He had really red hair and freckles. He thought he was the shit. He walked over to Stephanie and pinched her ass. "Ouch" Stephanie said. "Look can we just drop this whole thing from yesterday. I was only doing it for Josh".

Tom said, "baby, according to Josh, you are only getting started". "Yeah" said Josh, "you are now our new rugby slut". Stephanie stared at him in disbelief and tears sprang to her eyes. "I am leaving" she announced.

She walked out the door, and Josh followed her and grabbed her by the arm "where are you going"? "You know I am one of the most popular guys on campus, I can make or break your happiness on campus, and sweetie you still got 4 years to go". Stephanie looked at him in horror and it slowly started to sink in. If she just wouldn't have caved and had that lesbian experience, at least he would have respected her. He might have dumped her, but at least she wouldn't be a considered a big whore.

"I am going home" she announced. "If you walk away, I promise you the next 4 years of your life are going to be a living hell, I will see to it that you do not have one friend on campus". Stephanie realized he meant business, and although she might be considered the "rugby whore" now, she still had Josh's name behind her so she would never be ostracized from the campus social scene.

"Okay" she said quietly, feeling defeated and her self esteem plummeting. "Now let's go back inside....................I want you to fuck Fred today. It is his birthday".

"No" she cried. "I hate him, he is so mean to women". "He is not mean, just misunderstood" said Josh. "Now come on" Josh grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside.

They walked back inside and Fred was in his underwear now, and nothing else. The rest of the guys were sitting at the table. "She agreed to be your birthday present Fred" said Josh.

Fred got an evil look in his eyes "good you whore, I was on the boat yesterday and heard you yell when you came, now I am going to make you come". Stephanie's eyes turned as big as saucers as she realized what lay before her. "Can I go to the bathroom" she said weakly. "Go ahead" said Josh.

She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Stephanie started to slowly undress. There was a terry cloth robe hanging in the bathroom, she put it on and was naked underneath.

Stephanie walked out of the bathroom in the robe. The other guys were playing cards, while Fred was lying on the bed in his boxers, with a stiff hardon. "You ready" Fred said.

Stephanie walked over to the bed. Fred sat up and pulled her robe off. He choked when he saw her big tits up close. The guys on playing cards cheered. "Alright Fred, you are getting a nice birthday present today, aren't you".

"Suck me off" Fred said. Stephanie looked at the ugly, little fat red haired guy as she knelt down and started to suck his penis. Fred laid back in the bed while Stephanie was sucking him. The other guys had stopped playing cards and were watching, giving her pointers on how to suck him better.

Fred said "stop". He pulled her away, and told her to lay on the bed on her back and spread her legs. Fred then proceeded to lay down beside her sideways, and started to rub his dick on her pussy. Stephanie was chocking back the tears now, and let out a soft cry. Fred then started fucking her. He stuck his dick in her pussy, going back and forth very slowly, while rubbing her clit. Stephanie tried to block it out of her mind. She couldn't believe she was fucking this man whom she hated.

The other guys were quiet now, watching. Some had gotten their dicks out and were playing with themselves including Josh. It was all so humiliating. Tom had even gotten his video camera and was taping it, much to Stephanie's chagrin.

Stephanie's tits were going back and forth and Fred was fucking her. "Do you like that you little skanky slut". Stephanie nodded, because she knew that it was what he wanted to hear.

One of the other guys, Steve, came over started playing with Stephanie's tits. "Why dont you get her in the ass Fred". Stephanie looked up at everyone, and was startled. She had only ever had anal twice with Josh, and both times she hated it.

"Get up on my ass" Fred said. Stephanie looked at Josh pleadingly, who gave her a look that said you better do it. Fred stuck two fingers, coated with saliva up her ass. She gasped.

Stephanie was too tired to fight, and just gave in rather than do anything more to compromise her situation. She squated over Fred, while he called her mean, nasty names, and took his dick in her ass. She then lay back on her elbows, while he told her to pump his dick with her ass. She did as she was told.

While she was fucking his dick with her ass, the rest of the guys were standing at the foot of the bed watching. Their eyes were looking at her clit, which was swollen from being fucked so hard by Fred. Steve then proceeded to get naked, and climb up on the bed. "You ready for a sandwhich baby". Stephanie started crying, tears rolling down her face. "Please no". Fred grabbed her by the hair and told her to shut the fuck up.

Steve then stuck his dick in her pussy. Very slowly. She groaned. It hurt so badly. They both started going in and out of her at the same time. Stephanie was overwhelmed. Josh was now staring at both guys with their dicks in Stephanies holes, pumping in and out of her. Josh was playing with himself while he watched Stephanie get fucked.

Stephanie felt like a play thing, just being used for their pleasure. Both of the man finished, coming inside her with a loud groan. The rest of the men wanted sucked off, except Tom. He wanted to fuck her ass.

Tom leaned her over one of the chairs, and stuck his dick inside of her ass really deep. He had Josh videotape up close, Stephanie's ass getting reamed by him. The only way Stephanie could bear the pain was by playing with her clit, which only got hoot and hollers from the rest of the guys.

Fred ordered her to stick her fingers in her pussy while Tom was fucking her. Of course she did what she was told. "Now fuck your pussy with two fingers while Tom fucks your ass". Tom had stopped fucking her, and waited for her to get her two fingers in her pussy. "Ready," Tom asked. Stephanie nodded yes. Tom started fucking her ass and stopped again, "what the hell are you doing you dumb bitch, fuck your pussy while I am fucking your ass". Stephanie started crying, but Tom pulled her hair for her to stop. Fred leaned over the chair and said "what is the problem, boo-hoo baby". Fred had the video camera now.

"Let's try this again, I fuck your ass while you fuck your pussy with 2 fingers". Stephanie stuck two fingers in her pussy, and Tom started to pump her ass, Stephanie started to fuck her pussy with her fingers. The guys started cheering. Tom had alot of stamina. Tom must have fucked her ass for a good 20 minutes. He would stop and just rest his dick in her ass, and she was not allowed to move. Then he would start up again and she had to start fucking her pussy with her fingers again. "I can't come" Tom announced. The guys just looked at him, and Stephanie looked at him in disbelief. She was tired and wanted this over with. Tom got up and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a hotdog. He then walked over to Stephanie and told her to shove it up her cunt.

Stephanie looked at him with widened eyes, while the guys that were watching, starting getting hard ons again. "Why" she asked. "Stick this hot dog up your snatch,while I fuck your ass. When you have two dicks in you, it makes your ass even tighter around my dick, and your fingers up your snatch are not doing the trick.

Stephanie, totally submissive, and tired at this point, reluctantly agreed. She started to sob silently as she stuck the hot dog up her snatch. They other guys were now all on the floor watching, and let out a groan as the hot dog slide up her snatch. Tom then slowly slide his cock up her ass  "oh my god, that feels so tight now, baby you are so tight now. Are you ready"? "Yes" she said softly. "Go baby, go". Stephanie started to fuck her cunt with the hotdog while Tom fucked her ass. "Keeping fucking your cunt" Tom ordered. Stephanie kept fucking her cunt, in an out with the hot dog, while Tom pumped in an out of her ass. Finally Tom came in her ass with a loud groan.

Stephanie proceeded to get up, thinking it was finally over, but Fred had one more thing in mind. He came over to her whispered in her ear "I am not all that bad baby, we all think you are a great girl baby. Now, we just want to see you fuck a little bit more, than you are free to go". Stephanie at this point, ready to except any kindness someone would give her, nodded yes. Fred then went to the refrigerator and pulled out another hot dog, but this one was bigger. Fred took the hot dog, and ordered Stephanie to spread her legs wider while she leaned over knelt over the chair. She nodded yes, because he was being so kind.

Steve started the video camera again, and Fred, squating over Stephanie, slowly stuck the bigger hot dog in. The men all gasped, and so did Stephanie. "Are you ready, I am going to start fucking you with the hot dog. She nodded, and he started. She felt the hot dog go inside of her. It was smooth, like a cock. He started fucking her faster, while playing with her clit. The men watching, were starting to groan louder and louder. She could feel their eyes on her snatch as Fred pumped the hot dog in and out of her cunt. Steve got up, and grabbed another hot dog and sat beside of her. "This is going up your ass honey, you are going to be a movie star". Stephanie really had no choice so she nodded yes. The sooner they got what they wanted, the sooner this was over. Steve stuck the other hot dog up her ass, while Fred was pumping her cunt. The both were pumping her ass and cunt with the hot dogs at the same time. She heard the men watching, groaning. This went on for about 20 minutes before she heard them all groan, telling her that all of them had masturbated and came. "Am I allowed up now" she said. The men nodded yes. Â

Stephanie got up, humiliated, ashamed, used and defeated and proceeded to limp over to the bathroom.

"What is Josh going to make me do next" she thought to herself. "I am nothing but a big whore to him now."

Part III to be continued

He slammed the paper onto the table, and jabbed his finger at a picture of a smartly-dressed, plain-Jane, middle-aged woman, arguing with a group protesting outside the steps of the state capital.

The two of us were relaxing at the tables, while on stage, Angela - Melvin’s Mistress/Business Partner/Hermaphrodite Lover/Adopted child - enthusiastically whipped away at Julie, one of my own sex slaves.

Julie was bent over at the waist, locked into a stockade at the edge of the stage and naked except for a featureless, black leather mask covering her face. Angela was wearing her usual uniform of choice, a dark green velvet dress that was practically painted over her tight, curvy figure, with her favorite stiletto-heeled boots laced halfway up her thighs.

As I watched, Angela reared back with the riding crop in her hand and let Julie’s ass have it. Julie’s body jerked forward and the crowd around the stage cheered.

Angela looked like she was having fun. I don’t know about Julie.

Melvin was fuming.

"Whoever voted for that cunt should be taken down to the river and shot."

The woman in the power suit looked familiar. I looked closer at the article. The headline read: ‘Local Sex Industry Warned!’ And in smaller print: ‘State Rep. Susan Manning Takes the High Road on the Sex Industry’.

"Huh." I said.

Melvin looked at me.

"Whaddaya mean, ‘huh’?

"I know her. She and her family have shopped at my store for years." I pulled the paper closer so I could read the rest of the story. "In fact, she hurt her back on a ski trip a few weeks ago, and the last time I saw her at the store, I carried her bags out and helped her get into her car."

"You’re kidding me."

"No, seriously." I thought about it a second. "It was right before I left for California."

"You should’a clubbed the bitch and dumped her in the trash."

The article praised Mrs. Manning for her new bill that was working its way through the state legislature, something some conservative lawmakers were labeling as ‘a call for a new day of decency for our fine state’. She was working to get funding and zoning restrictions for any type of strip club, massage parlor or adult specialty store, pretty much handcuffing (no pun intended) the sex industry here in town.

I could see why Melvin was pissed.

Between the two of them, he and Angela each owned several adult stores (among other things), all of which probably sent the local soccer moms into convulsions whenever they passed by in their minivans and SUVs.

"She’s not that bad, Mel."

"Not bad my ass." He paused and re-lit the stub of his cigar. "In fact, if I got my hands on her, I’d fuck her ass until she bled, then throw her into the Maze for the boys to have fun with." He took a long puff, and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth. "Turn her into the little slut she really is under all that repressed, prude-lawyer shit."

I laughed again.

"You think I’m kidding? That bitch is the reason we’re sitting here in this dump tonight, instead of at the convention center, like we should be."

Melvin and Angela were part-sponsors of a yearly bondage/fetish merchandise trade show. I vaguely remembered they ran into some problems this year, and couldn’t get the permits they needed to set up at the new convention center. Instead, they had to rent out a series of warehouse spaces in the deep industrial district from sympathetic local businesses.

I nodded at the hundreds of leather and stud clad people roaming the floor.

"Not a bad turnout, though. You’ve got to admit, having the show here has a kind of sleazy appeal."

He grunted.

"Yeah, the hardcore freaks’ll find us wherever we end up. But it’s those weekend creepies, the ones that take their kids to private school in their new Beamers, then play dress-up at night when their kids are asleep; they’re the one’s that get antsy when they’ve gotta drive into the ghetto." He chomped thoughtfully on his stogie, puffing away. "Not that the freaks’ money isn’t any good, there’s just a lot more that never makes it to the table if we’re hiding way out here, y’know?"

"So it’s all about the money."

He shrugged.

"Well, yeah. Losing cash always pisses me off, for sure. But this bitch..." He stubbed his cigar out on her picture. "She’s the worst type of cunt-fuck politician. She ran for office as a fucking Democrat for Crissakes, claiming to be for this liberal issue or against that one, whatever, and y’know: ‘vote for me ‘cause I care about this and that and blah, blah, blah’..." Melvin stretched as he spoke, popping his thick neck. "And then once she got elected she turned right around and forgot about the folks who believed her stinking pile of bullshit and voted her in, and now she’s using her office to promote her own fucking pseudo-Christian conservative agenda."

Melvin paused for a breath.

"You voted for her, didn’t you?"

He glared at me, and laughed.

"Fuck you." He sighed.

"I didn’t know you were politically involved."

"Matt, anything that potentially affects my income, my livelihood, I want to know about." He leaned closer. "Folks think I’m a sick, perverted, dumb old bastard." He poked me in the shoulder and grinned. "Well, I’m a sick bastard, that’s true. But I have never, never been stupid when it comes to business or politics."

"So you admit to being old, then?"

He leaned back.

"I prefer to think that I’m aging gracefully."

He looked at the paper, almost wistfully.

"That bitch has done everything she can to fuck things up for a lot of people in this business, a lot of folks we know. And worse." He looked at me again. "You hear about the ‘Homeless’ bill?"

That had been big news last summer, while I was away. After it passed, the police rounded up most of the local street people and homeless families and relocated them, ‘for their welfare and for the continued safety and beautification of our neighborhoods and business districts’.

I nodded.

"She’s a fucking fascist cunt, and if I had the chance, I’d find as many of those bums she had moved out to the sticks and let them hate fuck her until she had to use a fucking wheelchair for the rest of her goddamn life."

I waved my hand at Angela, who was finishing with her demonstration. Julie hung limply in the stockade now, her back and buttocks glowing with angry, red welts.

"Well, why not? You punish people for kicks all the time."

He shook his head. "Nope. It wouldn’t be enough to just fuck with her. I’d want to teach the bitch a lesson, sure. But..." He drifted off, shrugging. "She’s already screwed things up. This stuff she started has a life of its own now. It’s gonna keep on building, no matter what happens to her."

"Melvin, you know your problem?"

"What’s that, besides the bad case of jock itch I got from reading this shit?"

"You’re too short-sighted." I grinned at him. "I’ve got an idea."

I brainstormed a little for him, and as I jabbered away, Melvin started to smile.

"Goddamn, Matt!" He clapped me on the shoulder when I finished. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He reached for another cigar, shaking his head. "And people say I’m a sick fuck. That’s so twisted, it’s beautiful."

It took about a week and a half before I saw Susan again.

I was just leaving my store, getting ready to go out for a late lunch, when she pulled up in her new Lexus. I stepped off the sidewalk in front of her car and waited to help her as she got out. She was moving a little gingerly, like her back was still bothering her.

As I told Melvin, I’ve known, or rather, waited on, Susan and her family since I bought the chain of little markets I own, maybe ten years ago now.

Susan and her husband Mike were both lawyers, both in their late 40’s, and wealthy. They had two kids: a tall, willowy teenage girl named Rachel, who was probably a junior or senior in high school, and a son who was a couple years younger. Both of the kids took after their dad, physically; they were tall, slim, and athletic with dark hair and complexions. And keeping with the family tradition of prestige, they both went to private school and drove their own, brand-spankin’ new BMWs.

Mike’s family owned a lot of prime downtown real estate, shipping companies, restaurants and other businesses, along with a fair amount of farmland they were now busy developing in the outlying areas of town. Mike quit his job as a corporate shark a few years ago, shortly after his father passed away and he inherited pretty much everything.

His family was big-time players in local politics too. Money can buy a lot.

The whole family reeked of the snobby attitude that went along with having that kind of money. Susan had been an especially cold fish when I’d first met her, but over the years, she’d gradually warmed up to me, and now she’ll actually stop and converse with me.

One day I realized that I hadn’t seen Susan with Mike for quite a while, and asked her how he was. Susan told me that she and her husband had separated, but quietly, for the sake of their careers, and their kids were living with him in another house across town, partly so they could be closer to school, and because Susan was gone because of work so often.

The news didn’t come as much of a shock to me; I rarely saw the two of them together, even before the separation, and when I did they barely spoke two words to each other. Not a great marriage, but whatever works. Susan had managed to parlay her husbands name into a thriving political career, and if he didn’t seem to mind, well, more power to her.

I held my hand out for her as she opened the car door, and she took it with a smile.

She swung her legs out, and I tried to not stare too openly.

I’ve never seen Susan wear any make-up, and the only times I’ve ever seen her without a suit and skirt, she was usually out for her daily run or she was heading up to the mountain to go skiing in the winter or hiking during the summer. She always wore her straight, dishwater blonde hair cut short around her shoulders, and other than a pair of thin silver hoops in her ears and her wedding ring, she rarely wore any jewelry.

When I first met her, ‘mousy’ was the term that came to mind.

But as plainly as she presented herself, she was in great shape, even well into her 40’s. You had to look twice to notice, but she was short and shapely, with great legs and a nice, round ass and hips that tapered into a tiny, tight waist capped with firm, full breasts.

But I digress.

Always the voyeur, I admired her legs, running my gaze up her muscular calves as I helped her ease out of the car. She moved hips first, and I smiled as her legs spread open, surprising me with a nice crotch shot.

I should possibly note here that she was wearing a pair of black stockings under her light grey skirt. Very nice.

She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down and straightened her suit jacket.

"Thanks." Susan smiled up at me. Even in heels, the top of her head barely reached my chin.

"Don’t mention it." I smiled back at her. "You’re here early today."

She shut the door and locked her car. She shrugged.

"We’re out of session," she explained, "and I’ve got a long weekend, so I was going to stock up on girl-flicks, pizza and ice cream, then lock myself in the house and work on getting fat."

She patted her stomach. No way was she going to be getting fat anytime soon, and I took the opportunity to flirt a little.

"Fat. Right."

"You think I’m kidding? I’ve gained so much weight since I hurt my back, it’s not funny."

"Huh," I said, twirling my finger in a circle. "Let’s see."

She gave me a strange look.

"Now you’re kidding."

"Nope," I grinned. "Let’s check you out."

A slow grin spread across her face, and she raised her arms and did a quick little turn for me.

"Well? Everything you hoped for?" she asked.

Hell yes.

"I was gonna go for a bite to eat...how about keeping me company?"

Susan’s mouth popped open.

"You’re serious."

I twirled my car keys.

"Time’s a-waistin’, and there’s a little bistro downtown calling my name."

This was totally out of left field for her, and I wanted to see how game she might be.

It just took her a second to make up her mind.

"Yeah. Okay, sure." She looked at my keys. "Do you want to drive, or should I?"

Gotcha, I thought.

I drove.

The downtown metro area had once been a thriving seaport back in the 1800’s. Most of the current skyscrapers and businesses had been built over the old buildings, or the old architecture had just been reclaimed and refitted for modern use. Rumor has it that a number of secret entryways connected many, if not all of the older buildings to a huge, elaborate network of tunnels running underground that stretched from the wharves and docks back for miles out into the hills and towards the current industrial areas.

Supposedly the tunnels were used for smuggling every sort of contraband under the sun: alcohol, drugs, weapons, and women - you name it - even as recently as the early 1940’s and ‘50’s. Folks new in town, venturing out into the bars and other, less savory establishments for a night of gambling, drink and fun might find themselves drugged and shanghaied, waking up on a ship somewhere at sea. Some of the surviving bars and hotels now boasted of ghosts and hauntings, spirits left over from the wild frontier days.

The tunnels and the entries to them, if really there were any, had been filled in and boarded up by court order back in the late 1950’s. Melvin, while doing some construction in one of his porn shops, had stumbled onto the entries for dozens of the tunnels.

Melvin explored his find a little and found that, for the most part, the tunnels were still in decent shape. So he excavated and turned the tunnels running under his property into a playground for the more adventurous swingers in town.

He calls his deviant little theme park ‘The Maze’.

And, as in the old days, if you decide to venture inside, into the tunnels, looking for whatever twisted sexual thrill you might find, you do it at your own risk. Melvin swears some people, entering of their own free will, haven’t come back out, and he won’t go in looking for them.

Or so he says.

It’s a nice little bit of publicity that spread around the underground sex scene like wildfire. Now there’s rarely a night when the sex crowd doesn’t turn out in force, waiting to try their luck down in the Maze.

Here’s the way The Maze works: The tunnels open for business at midnight, and stay open until the early hours of the morning. The customer picks one of about a dozen doors, each leading to a certain type of fantasy scenario. Once you enter into the tunnel system, the heavy steel door shuts behind you and locks automatically, forcing you even deeper into the maze to try to find your way out.

Hopefully.

The tunnels don’t just run in a straight line to an exit door. They twist and turn, doubling back in on themselves or branching out and leading to dead ends, different rooms, and the like. A couple of them wander on for miles. As you hunt for the exits, you have the opportunity to participate in whatever type of illicit scenario you stumble into.

Each tunnel has ‘em, and most have several different variations of a theme. And with some scenarios, well, with some you don’t get a choice in the matter.

Melvin has created some really perversely twisted surprises for anyone who decides to try their luck, and every type of fantasy is catered to. Just to keep things fresh, he changes the scenarios once a month.

Plus, every corner of the excavated tunnels are monitored with video cameras, and, legal implications be damned, everybody in the Maze gets filmed and the video is recorded and feeds right into the store proper, playing on big screens for the enjoyment of the customers while they shop or wait to get into the tunnels themselves.

Again, the idea, the supposed risk, is the draw for most of the thrill seekers. And it’s been a cash cow for Melvin.

One of my new slaves, Nancy, followed me to the store a few months ago. Not the best decision on her part, maybe. She ended up getting attacked by a horny batch of customers, who chased her into the Maze. They caught her and raped her in a tunnel, until she bit one of them when he tried to force her to suck his cock.

Nancy managed to escape from the rapists, but Melvin and Angela found her just a few minutes later. She spent the next week chained, gagged, and filmed while being raped repeatedly by Angela, Mel and about twenty of their drugged up flunkies.

All in payment for a suit of clothes that Nancy thought I’d like to see her wear.

When they gave Nancy back to me, Angela was kind enough to send her along with a copy of the movie they made, as well as the clothes they put her through hell to get. I spent another week breaking Nancy in for myself, and once in a while, even now, I force her to watch the video while I fuck her in the ass.

You might ask how this all came about, and what any of this has to do with my lunch with Susan.

I’ll try to fill you in as we go along.

We had a small wait at the restaurant. I chose this particular restaurant for a couple different reasons: It was really trendy, and I knew the chef.

Always good to know the staff when you’re trying to impress the snobby date.

And my friend Jeff, the chef, had told me about finding one of the old tunnel entries buried deep in a corner of the basement here. The building the restaurant was in dated back to the roaring heyday of the frontier.

I wanted my own access to the tunnels that ran under the downtown area, and unknowingly, Jeff had given me that access. So I wanted to check out the restaurant a little.

And Susan’s husband owned the property.

The hostess flashed us a perfect, toothy smile when we walked in. I mentioned that Jeff had recommended that I stop by for a snack. Dropping his name was enough for her to whisk us past the early dinner crowd gathered in the bar, and she led us into the restaurant to a booth with a great view of the busy street outside.

A pair of attractive women seated at a table whispered and turned their heads as we passed. They looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them, and I forgot about them as I helped Susan slide into the booth.

The hostess introduced us to our waitress, a tattooed and pierced young blonde, as I slipped into the other side of the booth, facing Susan, my back to the women at the other table. The waitress rattled off the evening specials, and after she took our drink order I snuck a look around.

Jeff and his partner had gutted the space when they moved in, and refurbished it themselves. The space was large and wide open, but the way the booths were organized, each table had - almost - complete privacy.

The waitress returned with a carafe of ice water, a red wine for Susan and an ice tea for me. She poured each of us a glass of water, took our orders and left us alone.

Susan sipped her wine.

"Seems nice," she said. "Have you eaten here before?"

I shook my head.

"No, but I know one of the owners. As far as the food goes, anything he cooks or tells me to try, I’ll eat." I spread my napkin out on my knee. "How about you?"

"No. I eat out a lot because of work, but I’ve never been here. I guess I’m a guinea pig, then?"

I grinned and squeezed some lemon into my tea.

She was staring at something behind me.

"You’ve caused quite a commotion back there." She nodded her head back the way we came.

"What do you mean?"

"Those women we passed got pretty worked up after they saw you. They haven’t stopped staring at me since we sat down." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Here comes one now."

I thought she was teasing me, until a familiar voice said, "Hi Matt."

I was married for a few years, and for a few years I had in-laws and a niece and nephew, who I’d managed to completely lose track of.

I looked up to find my old sister-in-law, Laura, smiling at me.

"Hi." I said.

After my divorce, I lost all contact with Laura and her husband, Ken. In fact, the last time I saw Laura, she’d fallen asleep on a couch after making a drunken pass at me during her housewarming party.

Ken was upwardly-mobile and Laura was obsessed with appearances, so seeing her here shouldn’t have surprised me at all. It didn’t really. This was the perfect spot for her to hang out. In fact, now that I thought about it, I recognized the other two women at the table with her from the night of that party.

"Katie said it was you!"

Laura held out her arms to me, and I stood up and gave her a hug.

It felt fantastic.

I remembered her smell from before, like the faint smell of flowers in a spring breeze, and I remembered the feel of her body against mine from few minutes we spent on the couch together at the party.

Laura and I had flirted on and off since we’d met, when she was engaged to Ken and I’d first started dating my ex-wife Jennifer. It seemed pretty innocent stuff, then, and over time Laura had slowly molded herself from a frumpy, chubby young woman into a hip, rather sexy yuppie.

We’d both gone through some changes over the years.

Reluctantly, I pushed away and had a look at her. She looked older than I remembered. She’d always been full-figured, with a tiny waist, and she’d put on a little weight. The extra weight looked good on her, rounding out her hips and filling out her breasts. She’d changed her hairstyle, too, from the short ponytail she used to wear. Now her ash-blonde hair was clipped short, close to her head in the back and around the sides, but she’d left her bangs long. She wore a beret shaped like a small rose in her hair that pulled her bangs so they hung down around her cheeks. She was wearing a pair of tan Capri pants and tennis shoes, with a black sweater over a white t-shirt.

I wondered how I could have forgotten about her.

She was looking me up and down, too.

"Wow. Matt, you look great." She had a curious look on her face. "You look...bigger."

I cleared my throat.

"Personal trainer."

"Really?"

I grinned. "No. Really, just good, clean living."

Her mouth made a little ‘O’ as she took that in. I managed to disengage myself and introduced my date.

"Laura this is Susan. Susan, this is Laura."

The two women glared at each other over gritted teeth. I sat back down and wondered if there was going to be a cat fight.

Laura turned back to me and left Susan grimacing into her drink.

"You look wonderful too," I said. "It’s been a long time."

We made small talk for few minutes, the way old acquaintances do, while Susan watched us quietly.

"You should call sometime, Matt," she said. "I’m sure Ken would like to get together for dinner, or..."

I grinned. I liked Ken, but hanging out with him now that I was on shitty terms with his sister didn’t really appeal to me.

"I dunno, Laura. I..."

Then she got excited and snapped her fingers.

"Hey! How would you like to go to the art festival with me, like we used to talk about?"

That was something else I’d forgotten about.

Laura and Ken had gone through a phase where they decided to collect ‘art’, and were enamored of this particular local painter. During a short period of flirtation, Laura had asked me to go with her to this weekend long festival.

I was never sure of Laura’s motives when she invited me, but mine sure weren’t pure when I agreed to go. And Ken and Jennifer didn’t seem to be aware of any issues regarding the two of us shacked up in a hotel alone for a weekend.

Unfortunately, it never happened.

"There’s one coming up in a few weeks, and I was going to go by myself, ‘cause Ken’s going to be out of town." She rummaged around in her purse and found a pen.

"Here, let me give you my cell number."

She scribbled a phone number on a napkin and handed it to me.

I glanced at it. "I still have your home phone somewhere too. I think."

She looked a little uncomfortable.

"We moved again, out to Westlake, and Ken wanted to get rid of our land lines when we bought the new house."

I caught Susan’s expression out of the corner of my eye. Ken was a big-time computer geek, and his firm was under contract with a bunch of the large, better-known companies in town. I knew he was earning some serious money, but they must be doing better than I thought to afford a place in Westlake.

Even Susan, whose husbands’ net-worth was easily in the umpteen-millions, raised her eyebrows.

"So this is the best way to get a hold of you?" I asked.

"Right."

Laura looked over at her friends, who were arguing over their bill. She leaned over, and her scent wafted past me again as she kissed me on the cheek.

"I should probably go." She slung her bag over her shoulder. "Call me if you want to come along?"

I nodded.

She spared a glance at Susan as she left the table.

"Nice to meet you. Hope you have a nice dinner."

Susan gave her a little, tight smile as Laura walked off.

"She seems...nice. How, um, do you know her?"

I grinned. A little jealousy right off the bat. That was a good sign.

We spent most of the meal talking about my minute-long marriage, and Susan slowly unwound after a few glasses of wine. Eventually the conversation wound its way back to her marriage and her kids. I asked her why she was spending the weekend alone, without her kids. She told me that they already made plans with their dad to go up to the mountain and spend the weekend camping.

Midway through the main course, she excused herself to use the ladies room.

I pulled out my cell phone and watched her butt swish as she walked back to the restrooms.

Melvin answered after the second ring. I told him where I was, and who I was with, and he chuckled in disbelief.

"Don’t fuck with me Matt."

I grinned at Susan’s ass as she slipped into the restroom.

"Never, Mel. She just went to the ladies room, so I need to make this quick. Remember what we talked about at the convention?"

"Of course I do."

"This is the perfect opportunity to start."

"You’re shitting me." I heard him puff on one of his ever-present cigars. "You’re serious, huh."

"Like a heart attack. But we don’t have a lot of time, Mel. You’re in or you’re out, no qualms."

He was quiet for a heartbeat, and then, "What do we need to do?"

I outlined my plan and gave him some quick instructions. When I finished, he chuckled again, and it was an unpleasant sound.

"You want Angela in on this?"

"No, not now." I’d considered it, but this wasn’t quite her thing.

"We’re gonna need some muscle."

"Yeah, I know. My man Roscoe is back in town. We’ll use him."

I could picture Melvin rolling his eyes. "Do I know him?"

"No, but he likes hurting people. You’ll like him."

"All right. I’ll get everything moving. You need anything else?"

"Nope. But we’re going to try out your new stuff this weekend, too."

He whistled. In addition to his other interests, Melvin also dabbled in some designer drugs. I didn’t need to use them to get what I wanted from Susan tonight, but Melvin had been itching for a situation to try them out.

"Damn. I love you like a son, Matt. You know that, dont’cha? After this, we should get together with Angela and celebrate."

I grimaced. It was another story, but Angela had been trying to bed me since Melvin introduced us. And as twisted as my sexual appetites had become, the last thing I wanted was Angela’s dick in my ass.

Or mine in hers, for that matter.

"Mel, you call me if you need me. I’m going to keep Susan busy tonight, but I’ll be by in the morning."

I told him how to get in touch with Roscoe, and we hung up.

Susan was still in the restroom, so I had still had a little time. I fished a little paper packet from my pocket, tore it open, poured its powdery contents into Susan’s water and stirred it in.

I wiped my spoon clean as Susan walked back to the table. She wobbled a bit as she sat back down.

"You okay?" I asked.

She smiled sheepishly. "I’ve been on pain medication since I hurt my back, and I haven’t really had anything to drink for a while." She reached for her water, took a sip. "I’m just a little woozy."

"Maybe we should get a little fresh air," I suggested, "or would you like some dessert to go with that water?"

Susan took another sip and smiled. "I never got my ice cream."

I signaled for our waitress.

 

By the time we finished dessert, she was flushed and breathing rapidly. And after I assured her there was twenty-four hour security at the mall, she agreed with me that it might be a better idea if I drove her home tonight, and she could pick up her car at the store tomorrow.

I drove her home and Susan leaned on me as I walked her to her door.

She had some trouble finding her keys, and I helped her open her front door when she couldn’t get the key in the lock.

I wished her a good-night with a kiss on the cheek, and she threw her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me.

Looked like Mel’s little concoction was working just fine.

I enjoyed the kiss, sucking on her little wet tongue as it poked into my mouth. She panted as she kissed me, with quick, hot bursts, and I could taste the wine on her breath. She played with my hair, and I nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, then pushed her away.

Susan grabbed for me, but I held her by her shoulders, looked into her half-shut eyes and said, "Susan, are you sure you want to do this?"

She tried to focus, blinking rapidly, then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the house.

We made it into her living room, and she tripped and fell on the floor. I shut and locked the door, and turned to find her down on her knees and elbows, her ass up in the air and her head rolling, panting like a dog. I placed my foot on her ass, and her face mashed into her carpet.

I grinned as she moaned, her butt wriggling in the air. She was conscious, but just barely.

There’s something about a woman’s ass poking up at me that just blows me away, and I’d wanted to fuck this one for a long time now.

Melvin once told me that he never understood why men just didn’t pay for a night with a prostitute instead of dating women. His reasoning was that the price of an evening with a pro was usually about the same as an evening out with some regular bitch, and with a hooker, you always knew you’d be getting some at the end of the date.

I figured that tonight I’d spent enough on dinner to justify fucking Susan.

So I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants, just about that fast. I dropped to my knees behind Susan and unzipped her skirt, slipping it down over her hips until it bunched around her knees, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, cupping her crotch.

She moaned, and her butt jerked up a little higher, pushing her pussy against my hand. A dark, wet patch stained her stockings, and I ripped them open, splitting them up her ass, then grabbed her black panties and ripped them apart too.

I pulled her bare ass closer, and leaned over and shoved my tongue into her pussy, making Susan groan again and shove her ass against my face.

I really hate going down on women, on general principle, but I had fun eating Susan out. By the time I pulled my dick out of my underwear, it was screaming at me to fuck her and she was soaking wet.

I straddled her, my legs outside hers, and pushed the tip of my dick into her pussy. It clamped down on me, and I bent over her back and grabbed her tits through her blouse.

Then I shoved my dick into her as hard as I could.

Susan’s head snapped up and she let out a wail as about six or seven inches, maybe half my cock, pounded into her cunt. I squeezed her tits tighter and held on as her entire body bucked and lurched underneath me.

"OhhhhGoddd...!" Susan cried out and she wiggled and squirmed, but the drug had taken full effect and she didn’t have the strength to fight me off. Her arms couldn’t hold both of our weight, and she collapsed, face first, onto the floor, with my dick keeping her ass propped up in the air.

I pushed harder, slowly, until my belly slapped against her butt, and started ramming my hips against her ass as hard and fast as I could, shoving my cock into her until I came, blowing a load of cum into her so hard it oozed out of her pussy and down her legs.

I rolled her over, my dick still stiff and throbbing, wedged deep in her twat, and I ripped her blouse open down to her navel.

She was wearing a black satin bra that matched her panties.

"Ohhh..."

Her eyes rolled in her head and she drooled down her cheek as I leaned over and pulled the cups of her bra under her breasts. Her tits were amazingly firm; big and juicy, with hard, little brown nipples that stood at attention as I played with them.

"My, my, Susan, what nice titties you have," I chuckled as I ran my hands over her tight belly.

She was in fantastic shape. I could see the smooth muscles in her stomach twitch as I started to slowly fuck her,

Well, well, well, I thought. Look at Mrs. Snooty-Ass, Mrs. Holier-Than-Thou, hot for dick.

She clutched at me with her hands, and I let her pull me down on top of her. I felt the warm flesh of her breasts press flat against my chest and the silk of her stockings as her legs wrapped around my back.

"Fuck me, fuck... me..." she panted.

I pressed my lips on her open mouth. This was going to be a lovely evening.

Susan woke up with a screaming headache.

"Oh, God."

She groaned, threw off the covers and leaned over the side of her bed with her head nestled in her hands, willing the room to stop spinning.

That’s what you get for mixing pain-killer and wine, she thought.

Susan managed to stand up, and shuffled carefully into the bathroom, rubbing her swollen, tender eyes. Susan turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed a towel and looked up at herself in the mirror.

"Oh, God," she said again, and her mouth opened in horror, the towel frozen halfway to her face.

She was naked, with bruises that looked like fingers criss-crossing her breasts, her wrists and her ass. Her neck and shoulders were a mass of angry red hickies and bite marks, and more bite marks covered her nipples.

Susan desperately tried to remember what happened last night, but after dinner, only little bits and pieces came back to her.

She remembered feeling a little light headed because of the wine, and going to the restroom to try and clear her head. The walk seemed to help, but then during dessert she started feeling giddy again. And she remembered Matt suggesting that he drive her home. She’d agreed after he had to help her out of the restaurant and back to his car. And then Matt walking her to her porch, and kissing her cheek...

"Oh my God!" Her hand flew up to her mouth. "I threw myself at him!"

More bits came flooding back as her head slowly stopped swimming.

Susan remembered feeling incredibly horny during their drive home, and wondering if Matt knew. Remembered wondering what he’d do if she just leaned over and gave him head, like she used to do for Mike, back when they started dating. She remembered losing control and pulling him into her house, and, and...

"Oh my God!"

Just fragments now. Matt pulling at her clothes, lying on her, his hands moving over her, his mouth on her body. She remembered her first orgasm, the first orgasm she’d had with a man in years, Remembered Matt’s penis ripping into her...

"GgggnnnnOOOOhhh!"

Suddenly her legs quivered and the room spun around her, and Susan almost fell over as a wave of pain and lust ripped through her. She grabbed the counter until the room stopped spinning.

"I can’t believe you let him fuck you," she told herself in the mirror.

Susan shook her head at her own stupidity.

For a second, she wondered if he’d drugged her, and then shook her head again. She’d been with him the entire meal, until she’d gone into the bathroom. She was already pretty drunk by that point, and she’d managed to do that all on her own.

She looked at her body again in the mirror. "Looks like he enjoyed himself," she muttered.

Susan patted her face dry with the towel and dropped it on the counter, then shuffled bow-legged back into the bedroom. She figured Matt left after he was finished, but noticed that the other side of the bed looked slept in. She looked around and found a trail of her clothes leading back into the living room, and followed them down the hall, picking them up as she went, wondering how she made it to bed.

She knew she’d been fucked hard - her pussy ached and her legs were sore - but even with the pain in her crotch, she still felt a little horny. She wondered what Matt looked like this morning. She found herself hoping that he was walking around as tenderly as she was, and grinned.

In the living room, she found her shoes and an open bottle of wine on ice with a card.

"Matt?" Susan looked around, wondering if he was still here.

When he didn’t answer, she dropped her armload of wrinkled clothes on the couch, opened the card, and read to herself:

‘Sorry I couldn’t stay, but you looked like you were going to sleep in and there were a few things I needed to take care of this afternoon. I thought you might be a little hungry when you woke up, so I left some ice cream in the fridge, and there’s pizza to go with the wine. No movies - sorry, the Soaps’ll have to do. Enjoy lunch, and I’ll stop by tonight around 8-ish. Maybe we can go see something later. Matt’

A wonderfully warm little tingle washed through her as she read the letter, settling in her crotch.

Susan realized she was holding her breath and let it out with a whoosh. She tapped the card thoughtfully, and a little smile snuck across her face.

Damn him, she thought, unable to wipe the silly grin off her face. The last thing I need right now is to have an affair.

Lately, her career was glowing. In another four years, with her record and recent accomplishments - plus the help of Mike’s family name - she might have a realistic shot at Washington. She sighed, exasperated with herself. She and Mike had been so careful when they finally decided to split up and live alone - appearances were everything in their businesses. That was one of the few things they’d ever agreed on, and now Susan felt absolutely stupid to have been seen in public with Matt.

Inwardly, she kicked herself again. Who knew if anyone got any pictures of them together, or what kind of gossip might be circulating.

She couldn’t get involved with a scandal. Not now, not with the decency bill still bouncing around, waiting for the voters. News of this would kill the bill and make her a laughing stock in her firm, in politics, even her social circles.

What the hell got into her, kissing him out on her porch, for all the neighbors to see? And drunk, too? God, just how dumb could she be?

Memory of the hickies and bruises covering her body popped back into her mind, and Susan groaned. How was she going to hide those? It was almost summertime; she couldn’t just pull a turtleneck over them.

She dropped the card and poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped at it while she pondered damage control.

How bad was this really?

Susan knew several of her female colleagues in both law and politics who kept lovers. But they were typically college students who were happy getting laid once or twice a week in return for a decent apartment, not grown men with a life of their own.

Susan wondered if Matt would settle for just a one-night stand.

Not that Matt wasn’t attractive. She’d always thought he was kind of cute, and he’d always been a flirt, even when she was still married. But if anyone found out that she was sleeping with some regular guy with no money, no aspirations...!

Well, that wouldn’t do.

She curled up naked on the couch with her glass and tried to think things out. The wine was making her warm, and she felt an odd tingling spreading through her. It made her smile, and she rubbed her belly, enjoying the sensation.

A brief memory, just a flash from last night flitted through her mind, of Matt, lying on top of her, his penis buried in her, gently stroking her stomach.

Susan almost spilled her wine as a wave of horniness flooded through her. She closed her eyes and remembered what she could of him last night, touching her.

She smiled at herself, and her thinking made a complete about-face.

"You got laid," she said out loud. "You got laid, you seduced him and brought him home and you got laid."

Susan shook her head, that crazy little smile stealing back over her face. She suddenly felt almost proud of herself for getting a little out of control.

Matt was the first man she’d slept with since her separation. Even when she and Mike were living together the last few years, they never shared the same bed. And now she was always so damned busy with either work or dealing with her kids, she didn’t have a social life outside of the business dinners or political functions.

Susan sipped her wine, pondering that thought.

Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let him come over tonight, if she were careful. They could stay in for the evening and watch movies, or she could cook him dinner, and…

She grinned again, blushing, as a wild thought hit her out of nowhere. Susan felt her pussy get wet.

"Maybe I’ll seduce him while we’re eating." She set her glass on the table, licked her lips and closed her eyes, fantasizing. "I’ll sit on his lap and feed him dessert with my fingers, and..."

Susan touched herself and her eyes fluttered closed as a warm, wet flood gushed over her hand. She squirted all over her legs and the couch as she climaxed.

"Oh sh-shit..."

She’d never done that before. Not...ejaculating, like a man.

Susan kept rubbing her clit until her hips jerked and her orgasm subsided. She jumped up as her cum dripped down the inside of her legs and soaked the couch. She shook the moisture from her hand.

Oh God, I’m horny, she thought. And look at me. Here I am, trying to get smut banned from the state, and suddenly I’m masturbating over some guy who had sex with me while I was drunk enough to pass out.

Her stomach growled as she wiped at the wet beads running down her thighs.

She stepped towards the kitchen to hunt down that pizza, and thought again of Matt naked, here in her house with her.

Yeah, she thought. Okay.

Maybe she could him around for a little while longer.

If she was careful.

Susan ate lunch, thinking how sweet Matt had been to bring her food, trying to ignore the hot tingling in her pussy.

Afterwards, she was still horny, enough to need a cold shower to try to cool off. It seemed to help. A little.

After her shower Susan slipped on a silk bathrobe and tried to watch television, snacking on the ice cream and sipping at the wine, but she kept fantasizing about what she wanted to do to Matt later, and she couldn’t seem to pay any attention.

She turned off the television, sighing.

He owed her for last night, she figured.

Susan took a bite of the ice cream and wondered if he’d lick her pussy if she put some down there for him to enjoy.

"Here’s your dessert, Matt," Susan said out loud with a giggle, and she shivered with pleasure as she used her finger to smear a glob of ice cream over her pussy. She spread her legs and rubbed it in. The ice cream was cold and sticky. She dabbed another finger-full onto her crotch, and her nipples popped up.

"Oh. Would you like some there, too?" She asked the empty room. Susan ran her finger around the inside of the container and plopped a dollop of ice cream over each nipple.

"Well, come and get it," she giggled to herself, and spread her legs.

I’m going to need another shower after this, she thought, and closed her eyes.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, Susan had finished off half the pizza, most of the ice cream and all the wine.

Three more cold showers later, and she was so horny she could barely sit still.

Around four o’clock, Susan had a sexual epiphany, and she hunted through boxes in her closet until she found an old vibrator someone had given her as a joke back in college. She managed to find some batteries that still worked in a junk drawer, and she spent the next several hours naked and spread-eagled on her bed, masturbating.

Where the hell is he? She thought, desperately jabbing the dildo into her soaking wet pussy. The dildo was slippery in her hand and the bedding underneath her was saturated with her pussy juice.

It seemed like the more she came, the more she needed to fuck.

This isn’t helping at all, she thought.

Somehow she knew she needed to fuck Matt.

When Susan finally heard the doorbell ring, she was in the middle of a rip-roaring orgasm. She was coming so hard and moaning so loudly that she missed the bell on the first ring, and she had to literally sit on the hand holding the dildo, breathlessly forcing herself to listen for the bell to ring again.

Nothing.

Susan almost wept out of sheer frustration. Her crotch was burning like it was on fire, and the only thing she wanted was...

Wait. There it was again.

Susan bolted out of bed and ran to her front door. She pulled it open and stood there, naked and panting. Matt stood just outside, his finger halfway back to the ringer with a look of complete surprise.

"Hi," he grinned at her, and Susan launched herself out the door, jumping on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, kissing him wildly. She felt her pussy rub against his shirt and she groaned, her need for him welling back up like a hunger.

Fuck the neighbors, she thought. She was so horny now she would’ve fucked him right here on the steps, in plain view of God and the world.

"Oh God, finally..."

Susan rained kisses on Matt as he carried her awkwardly inside and kicked the door shut. He tried to set her down but she slid to the floor and fumbled with his belt, trying to get it unbuckled.

"Hey!" Matt caught her wrists, and she shoved her face against his crotch until he pushed her roughly away.

"Oh please, Matt, please, I can’t wait. Please let me fuck you," she begged breathlessly, straining to get her hands on him.

Matt grinned at her flushed face, her disheveled hair. But he tightened his grip and pushed her back onto the floor, and sat on her chest.

Then he noticed the smell.

"Lordy, Sue, you smell like a rotting clam."

Susan moaned as her body took his weight, and she wiggled underneath him. Her hands groped at him until he pinned her arms under his knees.

He cupped her face, forcing her to look away from his crotch. "Looks like you’ve been having some, uh, fun while I was gone."

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, oh please," she gasped. He grinned again.

"Persistent little twat. I can see why you’re such a good politician." He patted her face.

She squirmed.

"Please Matt; I need you...right now, I..."

He shook her head with his hands, making her cheeks wiggle.

"You know, Sue, I won’t turn you down, but I’m going to make you a deal. You want to hear it?"

Susan tried to calm down. "O-okay."

"Okay. Here’s the deal." Matt gently played with her hair as he spoke. "We’re going to take this slow tonight, okay?"

She nodded.

"Good. First, since you’re so God-awful horny, I’ll let you give me a little blow job. How does that sound?"

Susan began panting uncontrollably, and a giddy smile lit up her face.

"Looks like that’s a yes. Cool."

Matt unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as he spoke.

"If you can make me come, we’ll get you cleaned up and dressed so you look cute, and then we’ll go to a movie like I promised." He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand, pulling her head towards him. "I’ll give you a bath and dress you myself." Susan moaned and almost came at the thought. "Then after the movie, I promise you’ll get all the sex you can handle. Deal?"

Susan managed to nod again, licking her lips.

"Good girl."

He used his free hand to yank his pants down under his crotch and his dick plopped out onto Susan’s upturned face and slid off one side.

He was huge, bigger than she’d imagined, more than twice the size of the dildo she’d been jacking off with earlier. She looked at his cock with a mixture of lust and fear, wondering how she was able to take him last night, finally realizing why her pussy was so sore.

I must’ve been really drunk, she thought.

He grabbed his dick and plopped it back onto her face. It was hot and sweaty, and Susan licked him with the little pink tip of her tongue, making his cock twitch.

She grinned up at him and began slowly running her tongue up and down the bottom of his dick, watching it grow, until it hovered, pulsing, just above her face. He was so big; she wondered how he didn’t get dizzy and pass out from blood loss to his head.

Matt lifted his ass off her chest, his knees and all of his weight pressing hard into her upper arms.

Susan sucked in air as pain bolted up her arms.

"Oww..."

His dick slid down her face and Matt pushed the swollen, purple head into her mouth, cutting off her air with a gurgle.

Her eyes bulged with pain and shock, and she kicked and thrashed under him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms completely to the floor, shoving his dick deeper into her mouth. Susan heard her jaws crack as Matt used his hips to fuck her face, pushing harder with each thrust, forcing his cock into throat.

He never pulled out, just kept fucking her deeper and deeper. Susan gagged and vomited around his cock, spewing burning bile out from her nose, and she saw spots as her vision slowly turned red and hazy. She knew she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and could feel her body getting weaker and weaker. She didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore, and her legs stopped kicking and just flopped to the floor, twitching.

She barely noticed when he was fully buried in her mouth, when his heavy balls smacked her chin and he started to viciously pump in and out of her mouth, pounding her head against the floor.

Susan listened to the smacking sound as his balls whacked her face, and she slowly faded away.

Suddenly, Matt jerked once and groaned. He squeezed her wrists painfully tight as he shot his load, filling her throat with hot, salty cum. He jerked again, spurting more of the sticky fluid into her, and then he slowly pulled out.

Tears of shame and fear and lust ran down the sides of her face as Susan choked and coughed the vomit and cum out of her nose and throat.

"Whooo-boy!"

Matt patted her face and sat back on her stomach, stroking himself and rubbing his thick, wet cock on her tits. Another little twitch sent another spurt of hot cum into the air and over her shoulder, and he sighed happily. He still had her upper arms pinned under his knees, but he’d let go of her hands, and Susan grabbed his dick in a death grip.

He’d almost killed her, but she’d never felt so fucking horny. Still gasping for breath, she started licking him clean.

"That’s my girl," he smiled down at her and pinched her nipples.

When she’d cleaned him to her satisfaction, she wiped the spooge off her face and grinned up at him.

"Did I do a good job?"

He stood up and she grabbed for him. Pins and needles exploded in her numb arms as the blood began to circulate again.

"A very good job."

Matt bent over, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, making her giggle again.

"All right. Let’s go pick out some clothes."

As he carried her into the bedroom, patting her bare ass, Susan wondered just what the hell was happening to her.

The bedroom smelled musky, of sex.

Matt took a look at the vibrator lying on the bed and the big, wet bed-stain and grinned.

"Nice dildo, Sue." He patted her ass again.

She grimaced, embarrassed.

"I wouldn’t have needed it if you’d stayed with me today."

Matt carried Susan into the bathroom, propped her up in the shower and turned on the water. He stepped out of his clothes, and then slipped into the shower with her, taking her into his arms.

She melted into him, trying to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

"Uh-uh. Not until you’ve brushed your teeth, kiddo. Your breath smells awful."

Her hands flew to her mouth, remembering the vomit.

What the hell did he expect after that, minty fresh?

He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, holding her tight, and kissed her neck.

Susan felt his dick slide up the inside of her leg, and she pushed her ass against him, bending over, reaching for him between her legs. She gripped his cock, marveling at how big he was, and guided him to her pussy.

This is what she’d been waiting for all fucking day.

She spread her legs wide and braced her hands on the tile wall of the shower, arching her back to give him better access to her body. He grabbed her around her waist, and she gasped as he pushed into her.

"Oh God!"

Susan pushed her ass against him, urging him on. It hurt, but her pussy was so relaxed from her day of masturbating that he slid right in. She felt him cup her breasts and pull her closer to him.

He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear:

"Whose little bitch are you, Sue? Are you my little bitch?"

She managed to lick her lips and nod as she ground her ass against his crotch.

"I want you to say it, Sue. I want to hear you say it."

Susan touched his face, ran her hand through his wet hair as she shower poured down on them. She tipped her head as he nuzzled the soft flesh of her neck.

She licked her lips again.

"I’m yours Matt."

"All mine?"

She nodded blissfully.

"All yours. I’m...all y-yours. Your l-l-little bitch."

Her orgasm flooded over her, and she felt her own hot juice running down her legs as Matt, her man, slowly, gently fucked her from behind.

 

Afterwards, they toweled each other dry, and he let her brush his hair. Susan liked the way he looked naked. He was tall and his body was tan and rugged and hard, with a light dusting of hair around his groin and chest, on his arms and legs.

Susan mentally compared him with her husband, and suddenly decided she had no idea why she’d ever been attracted to Mike. He was just never her type, except for maybe his intellect. Physically, Matt was so much bigger than Mike - in every way. Even now, soft and flaccid, his cock was massive. She ran her finger the length of him and cupped his balls. They were soft and heavy in her hand. She thought carrying that load around must be uncomfortable.

Susan jumped a little as his cock throbbed, then grinned at him.

"What do you do when you get horny?"

He looked at her with a goofy smile.

"You mean like a few minutes ago?"

She blushed.

"No, no, I mean, when you’re dressed. How do you...you know...carry it?"

"Oh..." He nodded. "It likes to ride straight up, but it pretty much does whatever it wants to do, and pokes wherever it wants to poke."

"Don’t you...I don’t know, have any control?"

He grinned. "Over my dick? Not a bit."

Mike did the same thing."

Matt grinned again. Sometimes he wondered that himself.

"Maybe it is."

"Does it make you do stuff?"

Matt blinked at her, and took the hairbrush from her.

"Like what?"

She shrugged and reached for her toothbrush.

"I don’t know. Like...like..." she shook her head again. "I don’t know. Mike used to say that all men thought with their dicks."

He grinned again, giving her an odd look.

"Wow. What a vocabulary. When did Miss Little Goodie-Goodie start swearing?"

Susan thought about that as she squirted some toothpaste onto the brush and ran it under the faucet.

"Apparently about a day ago, right after we had lunch together."

"Huh. And it’s all my fault, I take it?"

She grinned and pressed her ass into him again.

Matt quietly brushed her hair while she scrubbed her teeth. She enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed against her, suddenly feeling a little horny again.

He set the brush on the counter as she rinsed her mouth and turned back to him, smiling.

"There." She showed him her teeth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Better?"

He picked her up and kissed her, and she closed her eyes as he cupped her ass and sat her down on the counter.

"Better," he agreed.

Susan felt something poking against her crotch, and looked down to see his dick, hard and throbbing again, pushing into her.

"I thought we needed to go," she whispered.

"It’s okay, everybody can wait for us.

Everybody, who? She wondered.

He kissed her, and she wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him to her.

"Just one more for the road."

Her body twitched as he entered her, and she knocked her toothbrush clattering into the sink.

"Okay. Just...o-one...m-m-more..."

Unbelievable, Susan thought. I’m still...horny.

Her pussy was burning up, and little beads of moisture still dripped down her legs.

She shook her head.

Here I am, she thought, naked with a man I barely know, who’s just fucked me silly twice - hell, almost choked me to death with his cock - after spending all day playing with myself, and I can’t get enough.

It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. It was like an overwhelming physical need.

Matt had just stepped into the bedroom after they’d finished their last bout of lovemaking, leaving her in the bathroom.

Something in her body screamed at her the minute he left the room and Susan had a completely irrational, crazy feeling that he was going to leave. She bolted out of the bathroom after him, and almost knocked him over as he bent over and picked up his clothes.

The sight of him bent over with his ass in the air sent the room spinning around her, and she had to grab him to keep from falling down.

"Hey!" he laughed at her as she clutched him in a panic.

This definitely isn’t normal, she thought.

Matt was more right than he knew when he called her a goody-two-shoes. Until Mike, she’d only had a couple boyfriends during high school and college. She never had the time, or any interest, really. And those didn’t stay around very long, after they learned that her education and then her career came first, before anything else.

She’d been a virgin until her senior year in college, until a friend invited her to a party in the football dorm with him.

Susan closed her eyes at the memory. He’d given her a cup of punch, telling her that she didn’t have to drink if she didn’t want to. The punch was good, and she’d actually started to wind down and enjoy herself. A cup or two later, though, and the party was swimming around her, and her ‘friend’ had her pinned to a couch, ripping at her clothes.

She woke up two days later, back at her room, naked and alone, looking and feeling a lot like she had when she woke up this morning. Even now, she had no idea how many times she’d been raped while she was unconscious, or how she got back to her dorm.

Later, Susan learned that she wasn’t the only girl invited to the parties and molested. In fact, it was a party ritual: every weekend, a couple girls who weren’t with the jock click were lured to the party and drugged, then raped, by whoever wanted them over a period of a couple days.

They were just another party favor.

Susan reasoned that she was lucky; she never got pregnant, never caught any diseases. The whole experience was awful, but she never reported it, and could only remembered bits of what happened.

It was her one dirty secret, her shame.

Susan kept it to herself, never telling anyone. Instead, she used the experience to motivate herself, and eventually, she managed to turn it into a positive, a good thing. She’d finished at the top of her law class, and she met Mike at his father’s firm, after she’d been hired to manage their corporate accounts.

Mike pursued her for months until she broke down and started to date him. And Susan had tried to forget the rape when they finally made love, when they decided to get married and have children.

She tried, but it was always at the back of her mind, and never quite went away. It defined her emotionally and she built her career on the seed of what happened to her. It had slowly poisoned her relationship with Mike, and her kids…

But now, with Matt...

She knew she wasn’t being herself. The coincidences were so strong...

Susan wondered again if somehow she’d been drugged. But it still didn’t make sense. All the sex/rape drugs she’d ever heard of in the course of her work didn’t make you...excited. They knocked you out, or at best just made you incapable of any action. And not for more than a few hours or so...

Maybe she’d just got drunk. And whatever inhibitions she had hit the wind when he took her home. After all, she’d been the one to actually pull him into the house last night.

Susan shook her head a little. She’d definitely lost her inhibitions. Letting him fuck her on her bathroom counter? Mike could barely get her to spread her legs for him in bed, much less in the shower or anywhere else.

She picked up Matt’s shirt, and he let her dress him. She used the chance to explore his body. When she finally buckled his belt, locking away his penis, she felt a moment of…what? Something that twisted in her stomach. Loss?

Maybe.

She kissed him through his pants. Maybe she just liked him. Susan sighed, and he grinned at her.

"Don’t worry. Remember, I promised you all the sex you can handle tonight."

It was like he could read her mind. She patted his crotch and stood up.

"Your turn."

She pulled open her dresser and rustled through her clothes.

"What should I wear? Jeans? I haven’t been out to a movie in a long time."

"Ah-ah-ah. No-no-no. No jeans." He pulled her away and sat her on the bed. "I told you I was going to get you ready, you just sit tight."

He stepped back and looked at her.

"Okay. I dig the prim schoolteacher look you’ve got going, but we’re gonna sex you up a little. Where’s your best lingerie?"

Susan grinned and pointed to the top drawer of her dresser.

"In here?" She nodded and Matt opened the drawer. She saw him whistle to himself.

"Do you actually wear this stuff?" He pulled out a lacy white satin bra, and a black garter belt with a pair of black silk stockings.

Susan blushed.

"Yeah, but not because...I mean, I like to feel pretty. You don’t like them?"

Matt cocked his eyebrow and knelt by her feet.

"What’s not to like? Call me an old fashioned chauvinist, but I think women should dress like this all the time."

He slipped the garter belt up her legs and Susan lifted her hips off the bed to help him.

"Really?"

He grinned. "You bet. Old Hugh got it right."

She was confused.

"Who?"

"No, ‘Hugh’.

She groaned. "Stop that. I mean, who are you talking about?"

"You ever read Playboy?"

She shook her head.

"Are you kidding?"

He grinned again.

"Well, Hugh - Hef - makes all the women who pose for the magazine look very soft and sweet. I’ve had a lingerie fetish since I was a kid."

He rolled up her stockings and she closed her eyes as he slipped them up her thighs. She’d forgotten how cool and smooth the silk felt against her skin. He attached the stockings to the belt with their little clamps, and pulled her to her feet.

"Keep your arms up. Just like that."

He pulled the bra straps over her arms and reached around her to clasp the back. She kissed his neck as she felt him struggle with the snaps, and giggled at him.

"Hey, look, don’t mock me, I prefer leaving these things on," he said, grinning back at her. "Or I just rip ‘em off. I’m not a pro at putting them on, especially when I can’t see what I’m doing."

Susan pushed him away and reached behind her back, snapping the hooks into place. She adjusted the straps and cupped her breasts for him.

She remembered a line her son had used on his girlfriend.

"Daddy like?"

Matt laughed and pinched her ass.

"Very perky."

He pulled a black slip out of the drawer, and she leaned against him as she stepped into it.

"Okay. Skirts and blouses," he asked as he settled it around her waist.

She pointed again. "Um, there and there." He bent over and searched through the drawers. "Uh, Matt, what about panties?"

He looked up at her and shook his head.

"Nope."

"But..."

He stood up, holding a white silk blouse and a black skirt.

"I said no." He shook out the blouse. "Now give me your hands."

He slipped the blouse on and buttoned it to the bottom of her breasts, leaving the collar open and showing off her cleavage, and then he buttoned the cuffs around her wrists. She could just make out the soft, lacy outline of her bra through the gauzy material of the blouse.

He shook out the skirt for her and she stepped into it, letting him pull it over her hips, and she helped him tuck in her blouse while he zipped her up. She started to finish buttoning her front, but he smacked her hand.

"Ow!"

"Stop it, then." He looked her up and down. "Jewelry?"

She opened a carved wood box on the dresser, and she grinned when he found her favorite pearl earrings. She felt another small tingle shoot through her body when he put them on for her.

"There’s a necklace that goes with these..." She stopped as he shook his head.

"Good idea, but no again. Do you have a jacket that matches that skirt?"

Susan opened her walk-in closet and searched through her clothes. She pulled out a black jacket and slipped it on. Matt stopped her as she tried to button it.

"Leave it alone." He looked in the closet. "All right. Now shoes. You have any high heels?"

She pulled out a pair of black pumps and slipped them on.

"Perfect."

She turned on the overhead light and looked at herself in the mirror at the back of the closet. Matt held her hands, and she spun for him.

"Okay, just two little things."

"What?"

Matt held her left hand and slowly pulled off her wedding ring.

"We get rid of this."

A flash of guilt ran through her as he tossed it casually onto the floor.

"Oh! Matt, that was..."

"Nothing. That was your old life." He cupped her chin in his hand, made her look him in the eye. "Whose bitch are you?"

"W-what?"

He shook her a little.

"I said, 'whose bitch are you?'"

Fear ran through her for a second, until she remembered the shower.

"I’m your little bitch," she said quietly.

He grinned and grabbed his jacket, pulled something out of his pocket.

"Good. Turn around."

He faced her towards her mirror and stood behind her.

"Hold your hair up, out of the way."

She folded her hair over the top of her head, and a prickling, burning sensation ran through her as he buckled a thick, heavy leather collar around her neck. He put it on tight, and she ran the tip of her finger around its edge.

"There. Now you’re mine."

She stared at him.

"What are you talking about?"

The look on his face scared her a little. He looked at his watch.

"Come on. We need to go."

 

She was horny again, squirming around in her seat, playing with the collar around her neck.

What the hell did he mean, ‘now you’re mine’?

When she asked him again, Matt just smiled at her and said, "Shhh. You’ll see."

So damn weird. But she was definitely ready again, wet and waiting. She had been ever since he buckled on the collar.

The whole business was baffling, and Susan was so distracted, she never thought to ask where they were going, or what they were going to see, until Matt backed into a parking spot and turned off the car.

"Here we are."

He got out and walked around to her side of the car, holding out his hand for her. He helped her out and she looked around.

Susan recognized this place.

They’d driven to one of the oldest sections of town, to the oldest movie house in the state, the Carver Theater. About fifteen years ago, when all the multi-plex theaters started popping up around town, business here had slowed enough that the old owner had sold the Carver for what pittance he could, and the new owner had turned it into a porno house, showing movies for the trench-coat-pervert-kiddie-rapist crowd.

This was one of the places her bill, when it passed, would help get shut down.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

"C’mon. Trust me."

Matt pulled her reluctantly across the street, to the box office, where a fat, bald man sat, smoking a cigar.

"Two, please. Main theater."

Susan was shaking her head. Something about this felt really bad. A warning bell went off - No no no no no - screaming in her head, and the fat man seemed to blur behind the haze of smoke swirling around in the booth.

"That’ll be Fi’teen bucks."

Susan clutched Matt’s arm and the world seemed to spin around her as Matt handed the fat man a twenty dollar bill. The fat man gave him a five and a couple old-fashioned ticket stubs back.

"Good choice, Sonny."

He winked, and gave Susan a nasty, wicked grin.

"Enjoy the show."

Susan could hear him laughing as Matt pulled her inside. They passed a concession counter, where a skinny man missing his front teeth was busy picking his nose.

Matt examined the selection and turned to her.

"Do you want something to drink, or some popcorn?"

She stared at Matt. He seemed to be having a good time.

The skinny man pulled something green and elastic from his nose.

"Oh, God. No!"

Matt shrugged at the skinny man, who rolled his treasure between his thumb and forefinger.

"Nothin’?" He asked.

"Nope. Guess not."

"Thuit yourthelf," he lisped, and flicked the booger into the popcorn. He leaned over the counter and grinned at Susan as Matt led her to a door. "Hey, don’ worry, ‘hon. It juth addth flavor."

Susan shuddered, and Matt opened the door and ushered her into a noisy theater. She stopped short, letting her eyes get accustomed to the gloom.

The theater was huge, with a balcony above them.

Susan guessed there were about thirty or forty rows of seats running up from the old fashioned stage below the movie screen in the front of the theater. Each row was split into three columns, with about ten seats down the middle and four on each end. She had no idea how many the balcony held.

At least seven hundred seats, and every one looked taken. A loud, excited murmur filled the theater like a strange aura of expectation.

Susan looked around, flabbergasted.

"What are we here for?"

"It’s a special surprise."

What the hell is so special about this place, she wondered. She knew the building was so old it was on a list as a state monument. Maybe this was a benefit to renovate the theater.

"Your tickets, sir."

Susan jumped as a huge man, who looked as hairy as a bear and was dressed in an old-fashioned usher’s uniform, detached himself from the wall behind them.

Matt handed him their tickets, and the tall man shined a flashlight on them.

"Right this way, sir."

The creepy usher led them down the aisle.

She snuck her hand through Matt’s arm, for some reason not wanting to leave him even for a second. The loud buzz of voices she heard when they stepped inside quieted to a hush. Susan knew it was just her imagination, but she felt every eye on them as they sat down.

The sudden quiet was overwhelming. Susan felt something like awe directed towards Matt as he settled in, and a barely restrained animosity towards her.

Her little warning bell amped up, but Matt seemed completely relaxed. He smiled at the smelly, stinky creep sitting next to him and they struck up a conversation.

She tried to take in what she could in the gloom as the volume of voices around her slowly rose.

The stage looked real, probably left over from when the building actually had live performances. A small stairwell at each end of the aisles led up to the stage floor and the movie screen. It looked like there was an old, ratty mattress thrown up there, along with some chains and other junk. The room stank of unwashed bodies, stale alcohol, and worse; everybody around her looked like a bum, and they all seemed to be leering drunkenly at her.

If Matt hadn’t been here with her, she would have run screaming from the room.

A scrawny old man sitting to her left gave her a gap-toothed grin, and she leaned against Matt, as far away from the smelly man as possible. Matt smiled at her and patted her thigh, tickling the inside of her leg with his fingers. She felt a little rush of excitement at his touch, and she was instantly wet.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"We should’ve stayed home."

He laughed a little and she moved his hand up her thigh, until it rested on her soft, curly mound. Susan felt her breath catch and she squirmed a little as his hand gently massaged her under her skirt.

God, she thought wistfully, it’s been less than an hour, and all I want to do is fuck him again. I’d even do him in his car.

The room spun around her as Matt’s finger slipped into her pussy, slowly sliding in and out. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs a little for him.

He played with her, and Susan wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with him in his little BMW. Her Lexus would be a lot easier. It was so much roomier... her eyes popped open as she realized that she’d left her car in Matt’s parking lot.

The scrawny old man next to her cackled wetly, coughing up a chunk of phlegm that he spit onto the floor. Susan stared at the man until she realized he was watching Matt rub her pussy.

Oh God, what am I doing?

She grabbed Matt’s hand and pushed it away, slapping her legs together and bolting straight up in her seat. Matt looked at her, surprised, and the scrawny man pointed to his hand and gave Matt a thumbs up.

Susan stared at the stage, blushing furiously as the scrawny man elbowed her arm and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Matt just grinned and rubbed her thigh again.

His touch seemed to calm her down a bit. Susan started to relax as the fat man from the ticket booth was led down the aisle by the huge usher. He climbed the stairs to the stage, and the crowd applauded him. He bowed with a flourish, taking a microphone from the usher, who stepped back into the shadows.

The fat man tapped the microphone, sending a loud whine through the speaker system, and he grinned at his audience.

"Is this thing on?"

The lights dimmed even further, and the screen in back of him flickered to life. The fat man’s image loomed over the crowd.

Susan stared, then blinked, and stared again.

The man’s image on the movie screen was clear as day. But the real man, standing just a few feet in front of her, kept blurring in and out of focus, just like he had when he sold Matt his tickets.

Susan looked away. The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to notice. They just stared up at the stage, laughing at the man’s stupid jokes. Susan closed her eyes and shook her head. She’d assumed that all the smoke in the little booth had obscured her vision before, but now she wasn’t so sure. He still chomped on a cigar, and she could make that and the microphone out fine, but his face was just a dark, black blur.

Susan felt a knot of fear grow deep in her belly. Then she realized he was talking about her.

"And I’d like to welcome a special couple to tonight’s show. My buddy, Matt (a loud round of applause for Matt, who grinned), who you all know organized this little shin-dig, and his... (Susan saw the man’s face clearly for a second, then it melted away until she could just see his eyes, his shiny, beady little black eyes glaring down at her) ...lovely, lovely new friend, the reason we’re all here, your State Rep., Ms. Susan Manning!"

Oh, God! He didn’t just say her name, did he?

Panic surged through Susan as the man linked her with Matt. She felt her carefully constructed career suddenly slipping away.

And then she realized that he’d said ‘Ms.’ Not ‘Mrs. Susan Manning’ - ‘Ms. Susan Manning’. The irrational feeling of dread bubbled up and over, making her shiver.

Up on stage, the fat man was waving in their direction.

"Matt, why don’t you come on up and tell us what we’re going to be seeing tonight."

Susan couldn’t speak. She grabbed at Matt, not wanting him to leave her, but her hands groped at air as he stood up and waved, then bounded up the stairs to the stage to a standing ovation. The usher handed Matt another microphone, and he grinned out at the crowd. The fat man held up his hands, and the applause gradually settled down.

Matt cleared his throat.

"I’m sure you’re all excited to get the movie under way, but I’ll give you a quick introduction. What you’re about to see is a quick cut of footage that we shot last night, so Melvin and I will narrate as we go along." He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up towards the projection booth. "Let’s get rolling, shall we?"

Susan hugged herself, crossing her arms under her breasts, and tried to sink back into her seat.

What the hell could this be? After two nights of complete weirdness, Susan thought she was ready for anything.

She was wrong.

 

The sound of a projector turning clicked away from in back of the theater, and the screen went dark, fading into a shot of a teenage girl, sobbing hysterically and running for her life through a rough-hewn, rocky tunnel.

The film was shot from what looked like a series of video cameras mounted on the walls and roof of the tunnels. It cut choppily from one position to another as the girl ran, turning corners, moving from one tunnel to the next.

The girl was naked except for a few clothes that were ripped and torn. And just steps behind her, an impenetrable black mass of rolling, tentacled shadows pursued her.

The girl caromed off a wall and fell, sliding on a rough, concrete floor. She scrambled with her feet and shot forward again, running full-tilt into a heavy door.

Susan got a good look at the girls face as she jerked the door open, and her hand shot to her mouth.

"Oh God."

Susan’s hand trembled as she recognized the poor girl, her face a mask of fear as she ran from whatever was chasing her.

"Rachel?"

Even as she said her name, Susan knew. The girl on the screen was her daughter.

Matt’s voice cut through the fog of fear that had settled around her, and Susan looked at him, happily smiling down at her from the stage.

"She’s really quite pretty when she’s frightened, isn’t she Sue? I never thought she was attractive before, but watching her now, well..."

Matt paused, and on screen, Rachel threw her slim body against the heavy door, pushing it shut. She was in a dark warehouse, and she turned and cringed like a trapped animal as rows of floodlights snapped on, one by one.

"Here’s our big scene, everybody." Matt told his audience.

Rachel leaned against the door, panting with terror, as a circle of a dozen muscular, naked men wearing nothing but black leather bondage masks closed in around her. In the middle of the circle, two more men, naked and leashed with heavy chains, frantically clawed the air at the sight of her.

Susan felt her world tilt at the sight of her husband and her son Todd, Their faces were twisted almost beyond recognition, and they pulled frantically at the chains keeping them from Rachel.

Rachel tried to run again, jumping into the wall of naked men who pushed her into the middle of the circle. She jumped back, whimpering, as her father snatched at her leg.

And then the masked men let him loose.

Susan almost fell out of her seat as she watched her husband attack her daughter, pulling her down and pinning her to the floor. Rachel was screaming as he rolled her onto her stomach and pried her legs open. He wedged himself between her legs, his penis hard and jutting straight out, and he fell on her.

The fat man chortled into his microphone. "She doesn’t look too excited to see her dad, does she?"

The men around Susan chuckled, and Susan felt tears roll down her cheeks as her husband brutally ripped into Rachel, groping and biting as he raped her.

And then the masked men let her son free.

"Can we get some sound for this?" Matt asked from the stage.

Speakers around the theater crackled to life, and Susan covered her ears as Rachel’s screams mixed with the cheers from the crowd.

Todd tried to shove his father off Rachel, and for a second, Susan thought he was trying to help her.

But Mike held on and Todd rolled them over until Rachel was splayed out on top of her father with her legs spread wide open, and Todd grabbed her arms as she feebly tried to fight him off. The cameraman angled his shot from behind Todd, so the entire theater could see Rachel’s face and her crotch as her brother penetrated her.

The crowd cheered again, and Susan screamed along with her daughter as Todd took her in two, quick thrusts.

Susan tried to stand and run, but strong hands grabbed her from behind and wrapped in her hair, pulling her back into her seat.

"You think you’re leavin’?" a voice from behind her growled. "You ain't goin’ anywhere until Matt or Melvin says you can, you fuckin’ bitch."

Susan choked as her dog collar was yanked tight against her throat, and she heard the clink of a chain and a metallic ‘click’, then someone gave two, short jerks against her new leash. He pulled her hair and bent her head back over the seat as someone took Matt’s chair.

"We wanna play wi’tcha for a while, bitch." The man behind her pointed at the movie screen. "’Sides, this shit is just gettin’ good. You don’t wanna miss the end. Uh-uh, nossir."

He let her hair go, and Susan tried to unbuckle her collar.

"Bad idea, bitch!"

The man behind her smacked the back of her head hard enough that Susan saw a white flash of light, and then her arms were yanked over her head. Susan felt cold metal slap around her wrists, and she cried out as her hands were pulled down behind her back, raising her slightly out of her seat and forcing her to bend backwards at the waist to alleviate some of the pressure.

She heard the scrawny old bum next to her chortle, and she gasped as she felt rough, callused hands running over her body, grabbing at her breasts and ripping her blouse open. Susan screamed as the man that sat next to her pulled her bra down under her breasts, then leaned over and sucked at her nipple.

"Oh God, no...!"

She kicked and twisted in her seat, and he bit down hard, sending a bolt of pain lancing through her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the scrawny old man to her left unzip his pants and pull out his penis, and then he was leaning over her too, licking his lips and running a cold hand under her skirt and up her thigh to her pussy.

On screen, Todd and Mike had developed a rhythm, both their faces scrunched tight as they fucked Rachel.

They had rolled onto their sides with Rachel sandwiched between them, and Mike thrust into her ass, forcing her forward onto Todd, and then Todd pounded into his sisters pussy, forcing her body back against her father.

The man behind Susan held her still, with her hands pinned behind her back and his hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to watch her daughter’s rape. The men who were sitting around her stood and started to line up to take the place of the two men pawing and biting at her body.

Matt and the other men on stage grinned down at her, and Susan squeezed her eyes shut.

"Ah-ah-ah, Susan. You need to see this. Homer, make sure she keeps her eyes open, please."

The man behind her hit her head, over and over. Susan bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together, tears of pain and fear rolling down her face, until the man covered her forehead with his hand and pried her eyelids open with his fingers.

"You do what Matt tells you, bitch! You un’nerstand?"

The scrawny man wrapped one of his legs around hers, forcing her legs open, and was finger-fucking Susan, jabbing his fingers into her pussy as the other man sucked her tits and jacked off in his pants.

On stage, Melvin was sweating like a pig, and his dick was ready to explode. Fuck this shit. Time to get the real show on the road, he thought.

"Gentlemen!"

His voice boomed over the speakers. All heads turned his way.

"Homer, why don’t you escort our new friend up here, if you please, before her suitors take their turns a little early. Manny, will you help carry her up?"

The huge usher appeared, looming over Susan, picked her up like she was a sack of potatoes and threw her easily over her shoulder. Her view spun and she got her first view of the man behind her - Homer - as he handed Manny her leash and climbed over her chair.

Susan gasped with shock.

Homer was a burn victim. He was hairless, and his nose and ears were completely missing. The flesh of his face had melted down over his eyes and mouth, and both his face and hands were covered with mottled, angry red scar tissue.

He leered at her and climbed over her chair. Most of the crowd followed them as Manny carried Susan up the steps to the stage.

On screen, Mike was pounding Rachel’s ass in a frenzy, and he let out a bellow as he came, squeezing her little breasts from behind. When he finished, he rolled off, his hands leaving red splotches across her chest. Todd pushed Rachel to the floor, pinning her hands against the concrete, and fucked her hard enough to make her titties bounce. Todd was pounding his sister so hard he popped out of her as he came, and squirted cum all over the dark triangle of hair covering her little pink pussy.

He collapsed, senseless, on top of her, and the screen went dark.

Manny dropped Susan to her knees on the stage, yanking her leash hard until she choked and kneeled in front of Matt and Melvin.

Melvin bent over her and grabbed her chin in his thick hand. Susan tried to focus on his beady, black eyes as his face swam in and out of focus around them.

His fleshy lips parted in an emotionless grin, and Susan shook uncontrollably as a spasm of lust flooded through her.

"Did you like the movie we made for you?"

Susan felt her pussy get wet at the sound of his voice, and she would have collapsed if Manny hadn’t grabbed the chain linking her handcuffs and held her up by her arms.

"Wh-what did you do to them?" She stammered.

His wicked grin spread further across his face. Susan wondered why she could see that, and his eyes, so clearly, when the rest of him was like a swirling, black cloud, sneaking around the edge of her vision.

"We drugged them, of course, just like you."

"What?"

He smiled and gestured at Matt.

"I’m sure you’ve noticed over the past day or two how strangely...excited you’ve felt. Even now, with these awful men touching you, after what you’ve seen what happened to your family, I’m sure you’re wet and ready for action. Shall we check? Hmm?"

Melvin slipped his hand into her open blouse and cupped her breast. Susan shivered with excitement.

Suddenly, everything fell into place. She glared at Matt, who grinned back at her.

"You did this to me?"

Matt nodded as Melvin yanked her blouse open, giving the men gathering around her a better view of her breasts.

"Matt just slipped you a few small doses of the same drug we gave your family. It’s highly addictive, by the way. You’ll find that you need to ingest at least a small dose every day, or..." He shrugged. "It also has some other, unusual effects. For example, imprinting. Baby birds, when hatched, bond with the first creature they see. With this drug, females who take it experience almost immediate and overwhelming arousal. It’s a perfect date-rape drug, we’ve found. The female is usually conscious and very responsive, at least for a small amount of time. The imprinting happens during sex right after the drug is first taken. And the arousal grows exponentially over time, until satiated."

Melvin grinned.

"Unfortunately, for the female, only the person she was with during the imprinting can actually fulfill the urge." He patted her face again. "I bet you had quite an afternoon, hey? Spent most of it whacking your clam, until Matt came to pick you up?"

Melvin slid his hands down her body and rucked her skirt over her hips. Susan heard the material rip and tear, and a loud cheer went up from the men around her as her naked ass was exposed.

"I think they approve of your choice of clothing, my dear."

Melvin ran his hand over her ass and fingered her asshole. He cupped her pussy with his other hand, and Susan closed her eyes in shame as her body responded to him.

"Perfect. Ready and waiting."

Susan bit her lip as he played with her. He patted her crotch and stood up.

Her voice was husky. "What did you do with my family? Where are they?"

He sighed and lit another cigar.

"Well. As you may have noticed, the drug is not so kind to men. Not kind at all." He shook out his match. "And you, my dear, you have been a very bad girl. As a public servant, you have made many, many of my friends very angry over the recent legislature you’ve proposed. Matt here cooked up a little plan so you can apologize and actually put your job to use benefiting those who you have slandered and disgraced by your conservative muck-raking."

He gestured to the usher.

"Manny, this would be a good time to introduce Susan to our friends. If you would be so kind as to let them in?"

"Sure, thing." Manny grunted and pushed through the crowd. Melvin turned back to Susan.

"And as for your husband. Well, he simply owns most of this town, and most of what he has, I want." He grinned. "Your daughter is fine." He gestured at the screen with his cigar. "And I think she’s going to be a big star, if she keeps giving us performances like the one we just watched. Don’t you boys?"

The men packed on stage cheered again.

"You’re probably wondering how we got to them. Well. Apparently, your daughter had quite the crush on our friend Matt here, and it was a simple thing to get her to let us into the house." He shrugged and smoked. "Truthfully, they didn’t put up much of a fight. We drugged your daughter first, and we let her live her little fantasy about Matt. I understand she was, well, pure?"

He looked at Matt.

"Pure and virginal."

Melvin grinned.

"Pure as snow. Now, your husband was kind enough to show us his will, though not without a little prodding. Did you know that your little Rachel and her brother stand to inherit everything?" He lowered his voice and spit out a chunk of tobacco. "Everything. Not a bit left over for you though, my dear, when your husband passes on. Must be very exciting for your children, I would think. Well. I can’t see why we would need your son, though, since Rachel is now imprinted to Matt. So..."

A growing sense of horror built in Susan as Melvin spoke.

"It seems your family was going to take a little vacation to the mountains. You may not know this, but your husband seems to have had a teensy drinking problem."

Melvin’s face drifted apart and when it melted together again, his grin was feral.

"In a week, or a month - sometime soon - the authorities will get a quick phone call, detailing an accident." He waved at the movie screen with his cigar. "And I thought it only fair to give your husband and son a nice little, well, send off."

The crowd parted as Susan stared at Melvin in horror. The usher pushed back through, followed by a dozen masked and naked men. They pushed the crowd back, and several of the masked men with video cameras positioned themselves around Susan.

The screen overhead blinked back to life, and Susan saw an image of herself looming overhead, completely surrounded by hundreds of evil, vile looking men.

"Y-you killed them?"

Melvin puffed happily, his body fading in and out of her vision.

"I’m afraid so, dear. You see, well, we need your daughter, for obvious reasons. But she’s not yet of age to claim her inheritance. You have, unofficially, become the guardian of her estate. And so, since I don’t have the patience to sit and wait, and despite the annoyance you’ve become with your meddling politics, I need to keep you alive, at least for a while. And luckily for you, Matt managed to convince me you’ll be much more valuable to me in your office than in the ground. So..."

He patted her face.

"I’m going to give you the chance, over the next few days, to personally give a very special apology to each and every gentleman here, who, afterwards, I believe will be more than happy to vote for you at the next election."

Melvin fished a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked her handcuffs. Two of the naked men immediately grabbed her wrists.

"So I will keep supplying you and your daughter with your daily fix. And to keep her safe, you will happily administer your daughter’s estate as I see fit, and you will exercise your political influence and social standing among those new friends of ours who may not yet see eye to eye with my...special needs, shall we say?"

He clapped his hands and looked around.

"Well! Matt, I sense the natives are getting restless. I think it’s time we share this bitch with our friends here." Melvin unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "I think I’ll indulge myself as well."

Susan screamed in horror. Instead of the cock she expected, a huge, black slimy monstrosity slithered out towards her.

Melvin grinned at Matt and grabbed Susan by the back of her head.

"You gonna stick around?"

Matt shook his head.

"I think I’m going to pay another visit to her daughter, but I’ll see you in a couple days. Here..." Matt tossed Melvin a round metal ring. "In case she bites."

Melvin grinned and pried open Susan’s mouth. He shoved the ring in, making her gag.

"Let’s make a movie!" he roared.

 

Manny and Homer followed as Roscoe helped Matt push through the crowd.

He paused at the door to the lobby, and turned to watch the crowd swarm over Susan. On the screen above, Melvin was forcing his cock into her wide-open mouth.

Something wasn’t right, and Matt couldn’t put his finger on it.

"You okay boss?" Manny clapped his shoulder with a hand the size of a small ham.

He shook his head and looked at Roscoe.

"Where’s Rachel?"

Roscoe licked his lips through the gap where his front teeth should’ve been.

"She’s on a plane to California, justh like you asthked."

Matt nodded. "Good. I want her as far away from here as possible."

"She gonna live with your other little fuck-girls down there?"

Matt nodded.

"You really make her take those drugs?" Manny wondered.

"No."

Homer tilted his head toward the stage. "Melvin wanted you to."

Matt considered how much to tell these three. He’d known Roscoe and Manny for some time now, but Homer was a new member of Roscoe’s crew.

"Yeah. But why?"

Manny shrugged.

"I dunno. It’s not like you needed her to."

"Exactly."

Matt looked back at the screen.

A scrawny old bum had taken Susan from behind and was furiously screwing her in the ass while Melvin fucked her face. Two other men had her hands wrapped around their cocks, forcing her to stroke them, and an assortment of hands groped her body.

The entire crowd of men waited their turn, dicks in hand.

They were all homeless, many of whom Susan’s legislature had displaced, others that had slipped by the police during their sweeps. Even more had just been released from prison. Roscoe and his crew had rounded them up on the night Matt took Susan to dinner, and Matt knew they were as horny as hell. There were hundreds, and Melvin had provided them all with free concessions earlier in the evening, while they waited - everything spiked with a drug cocktail - doping them up for the days ahead.

"You mind if I thtay here and enjoy mythelf?" Roscoe lisped.

"How many other guys do you have here?

Roscoe shrugged. "Maybe ten. Twelve. Somethin’ like that."

Matt nodded. "Sure. Just try to keep things under control, okay? She’s no good to anybody dead."

Roscoe patted Matt’s shoulder and grinned.

"Don’ worry. I’ll fuck her twice for ya boss."

Manny looked at the woman on screen and rubbed at his crotch.

"You want to stay too?" Matt asked.

Manny shook his head.

"Nah. Too many to wait for. I’m gonna go find myself a bar and a ‘Ho, and drink myself stupid. Wanna come along?"

Homer grinned. "Sounds good to me. That bitch’s pussy’s gonna be as wide as the grand canyon in a couple hours."

"All right. You guys go have fun."

The huge man clapped Matt on the shoulder again.

"What ‘bout you, boss?"

Matt pushed open the door.

"I’ve got some stuff to take care of. And I’ve got a date to plan with my old sister-in-law."

Matt watched Roscoe blend into the crowd and took a last look back at Susan as Manny and Homer followed him out the door.

 

-- To be continued --

I’m not sure if other people around the world know exactly what I mean by those descriptions; the rail-train was a big old fashioned steam locomotive, pulling lots of passenger carriages, as well as freight trucks along steel rails. But a land-train is like a massive lorry that runs along the dirt roads, pulling about three or four big trailers, which would normally be used to carry the ore from the mine. But now as the train heads back to the mine, it is the method of transport used to travel to these remote parts.

My story really starts whilst on the rail train travelling to this drop-off point. I’m sitting in this compartment with one man, and a mother with two children, a boy of around six, and a girl of about sixteen. We’d hardly got underway before the woman said as she looked across to me,
“Pom eh?”
“Err yes. I’m over here to work as a children’s nanny.”
“Didn’t they give you any advice on what to wear?”
“Wear? Why, I’m not dressed inappropriately am I?”

I was wearing a pair of slacks (the ladies version of trousers, this was before Jeans had started to be worn by girls), and a sort of tennis blouse, and I definitely didn’t think that was too sexy.
“That depends where you’re actually going to, but this train doesn’t go anywhere, that the stuff you’ve got on would be right for.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean, I’m not showing any leg, or even anything else for that matter.”

“Look my dear, out here, men are men, and there ain’t many women, but the ones that are here fall into two groups. You’re either looked on as a whore or you’re treated with respect like one of the family. So I guess you looking after children will want to be thought of as a family girl, respectable that is. Well dressed in pants, unless you can shear sheep, swear, and fight as good as a man, you’re gonna’ get one hell of a hard time. They’ll reduce you to tears, and you’ll be catching the next train home.”

“So you think I should wear a dress or skirt?”
“Depends on what kind of dresses you've got?”
“I’ve got some in my case, but I can hardly open that now, you know, with that man sitting there.”
“Don’t you mind me missy, I won’t take no notice of what you’ve got in your case.”
“Aw pay him no mind, these Ausi men are like kittens when their on there own, it’s only when they get together in groups, that they can become a menace. You get your case down, and let’s take a look at what you’ve got.”

I lifted my case down from off the rack above our heads, and placed it on the space on the seat next to the man.
“See, that’s the first thing you’ll notice. If you’d have been in a frock, the second you stood up, you’d have seen the men coming in from miles around to lift that case down for you.”
“Well in that case I’m glad I’m wearing slacks.”
“Yes, I guess you could be right, it can sometimes be more trouble than its worth, but never-the-less, it just shows the difference what you wear makes to how you’re treated.”

“But if that’s all this is about, I’m used to doing my own lifting and carrying.”
“No my dear, that is just the niceties, you’ll find a lot of men will be very rude and even aggressive towards you.”
“What’s she expect? Fucking lesbian!”
That was the man sitting opposite, he only mumbled it quietly, but we all heard him.
“Hey you! Watch that foul mouth of yours, I’ve got young’uns in here.”
“Well, what’s she expect? There ain’t enough of it to go around out here in the outback, and when you get some silly bitch whose got all the goods, and don’t know what sex she is; it’s a sin against god, so help me.

“That’s as maybe, but there’s no need for bad language.”
“I’m sorry for my tongue lady, but I bet that there young’un of yours knows what she’s a sitting on!”
And with that he’d nodded towards the young girl. She didn’t blush or appear to be phased by this crude remark, on the contrary, I’m sure she actually eased her legs wider apart, and edged the hem of her dress just a little higher.
“My Doris has been brought-up right, and I’m sure when her time comes, she’ll do her duty and make someone a good wife. But don’t you go assuming this here girl is any less a woman, just cos’ she’s wearing pants.”

Then turning towards me,
“See what I mean? And as I told you, on their own they’re like little kittens. But you get a bunch of them together, and there’s no telling what they’ll do to you. You have to be more careful out here see. The coppers (police) are few and far between, and when you do find one, it’ll be a man, and he’ll have the same attitude.”
“But why would he think I’m a lesbian?”
“Look he’s a man, they’ve only got a few brain cells, and they’re concentrating on where his next drink is coming from.”

“Be careful, he’ll hear you.”
“So what, he’s no match for me while he’s on his own. Anyway girl, lets see what you’ve got that would be suitable for you to wear while your travelling.”
With that she started rummaging through the clothes in my case, the man opposite was taking an interest, and I guess trying to get a look at the underwear being lifted out onto the seat.

The lady asked me where exactly I was travelling to, and when I told her, she looked very concerned. She gave me some very stern warnings about not venturing out of the confines of the house I was working in without an escort of some kind. She explained that women were even rarer in that part of the country than they are in the sheep rearing area where she comes from. She also said there are more whores in that part of the country than respectable women.

“You see the mining companies ship them out on a rota basis to keep the miners from returning back to civilisation, in case they realise what they’re missing, and don’t come back to the mine. So what ever we do, although we want the men to know you’re a girl, we don’t want you looking cheap, or you’ll have even more trouble.”

Then suddenly a look of horror came to her face.
“If you’re going out to the Jennywren mine. That means you’ll be getting off this train at Arnold’s crossing to catch the land train?”
“Yes. Why is that a problem?”
“My god girl, who made your travel arrangements?”
“It was all sorted by my aunt who lives in Melbourne.”
“Well either she lives with her head in the sand, or she doesn’t like you very much.”

“But what’s wrong, I don’t understand?”
“Well she should have told you about what clothes to wear, or more to the point, what not to wear. But letting you come out here on your own, especially having to make a stop at that hell hole. I’d stop over with you myself until the road train comes, but that would mean me and the young’uns having an overnight stay there, and I honestly wouldn’t want to risk that with a girl of her age.”
“What is it you’re so worried about?”

“There are lots of stories going around about things that have happened to women who’ve had to make stopovers there. Oh, nothings ever gone to court or been proven, but all the same, there’s no smoke with out fire.”
“But my aunty showed me, it’s a recognised changeover point, where the railroad crosses the land train route. It got a separate ladies waiting room with its own toilet facilities and everything.”
“Maybe you’re right, I’ve never even got out there all the times we’ve gone past. It just doesn’t have a good reputation.”

Then she turned to the man opposite,
“Where are you headed for?”
“Same place as the little lesbian.”
“So you’ll be getting off with her.”
“Guess so.”
“Well how about you do something good for once in your no good life? Maybe then god will smile on you, and you might just make-up for being a waster.”
“Who are you calling a waster?”
“Well there’s only you here, so I guess I must mean you.”

“So why should I want to do something to please you?”
Then she turned to me, and spoke quietly, but I guess the man could still hear her.
“Look girl, I’d feel a lot happier if we could get this fella to maybe make believe you’re his daughter.”
“His daughter?”
“Well daughter, niece, anyone that might make the men think you’ve got someone to protect you.”
“Well yes, I see, but what’s the chance of him agreeing? Or even if he does agree, who’s to say he’ll keep his word?”

“She's right Mrs Bossy boots, why the hell would I agree to tuck her under my wing?”
“Well I’m thinking maybe you’d like to see her dressed in just her panties and bra?”
The man about swallowed his tongue, and I was more than a bit shaken by her remark. She turned back to me, and spoke quietly again.
“You’ve got to get changed into a frock before you get out of the train, so he's gonna get a look whether you want him to or not. If you make a deal, letting him see you getting changed, in exchange for him looking after you, that's a small price to pay.”

I replied, whispering in her ear.
“But my knickers are only little ones made of see-through material, and my bra is only a half cup.”
“Well letting him get a close-up look has got to be better than what might otherwise happen to you if the men at the hell hole think you’re on your own.”
“Well I guess so.”

“Right have you stopped catching flies in your mouth yet?”
“What you on about?”
“I bet you heard what she just told me?”
“No, what’s that then?”
“Once she takes that blouse off, her titties will be showing over the top of her brassier. And when she takes her pants down, she only got tiny see-through knickers on, so you’ll get a real eyeful. So if she gets changed now, in front of you, will you agree to kid-on she’s your kin?”

“I don’t see why I should, as you’ve just told her, she’s got to get changed before she gets out of this train. And she ain’t climbing onto the roof to do it, so I guess I’ll get to see her goodies without agreeing to anything.”
The lady flew from her seat, across the carriage, and grabbed the man firmly between his legs.
“Look you no good bastard, I’ll rip your balls off and then poke your eyes out if you don’t.”

The man looked terrified, she taken all of us by surprise, and he also looked in more than a little discomfort.
“Lighten up misses. I was only larking about. Of course I’ll look after the girl.”
The woman let go of him and returned to her seat.
“Ok, you make sure you do. Ok girl, you might as well get it over with. Then you’ll be ready for when the train stops.”

She’d sorted out a dress that was as she said reasonable, she said it was a bit on the short side, but it would do. I’d thought it was far too long and really old fashioned. The only reason I’d got it was my aunty had bought it for me as a present. It was gingham material, short sleeves, with big puffed-up shoulders. It pulled in tight at the waist, and then was fully flared, and meant to be worn with layers of net underskirt, to make it flounce right out. I was going to wear it now without the big full underskirt, so it didn’t look too revealing when I sat down.

So now with this man looking on intently, and her young son doing the same, I undid the buttons on my blouse, and removed it, revealing my nipples which were proudly peeping over the top of my half cut bra. Then I picked up my dress and was about to pull it over my head.
“Hey! Hold-up there! I was promised a look at your knickers.”
As I pulled my dress down over my head, covering up my breasts, and letting it fall down, the lady took me totally by surprise with her reply.
“Don’t get panicky, she promised you a look, so I guess once she’s got her pants off, you’ll get your chance.”

Now I’d thought that dropping my dress over my head before I’d lowered my slacks, had allowed me to get changed without him seeing my knickers. But she was giving him the impression; I’d give him a show once my slacks were off. Anyway, regardless of what was to come, I pulled down my slacks, straightened my dress and put on a belt around my waist. Then I put my slacks and blouse back in my case, and was about to lift it back up onto the overhead rack.

“Here, let me do that for you, you get yourself sat back down.”
This was the man who’d just sat there watching me struggle to lift it down without even stirring from his seat.
“See? What did I tell you, now you’re in a frock, their attitude is totally different.”
I sat myself back down and the man lifted my case up for me, but once he’d got it safely on the rack, instead of returning to his seat, he dropped to his knees in the middle of the compartment, directly in front of me.

Then as he looked directly up to my face.
“Are you ready then girl?”
“W What are you going to do?”
“You promised me a look. So I’m just gonna lift up your frock, and see just what you’ve got under there.”
I looked across to the woman to see if I was going to get any kind of support or help in keeping him out, but as our eyes met, she just said.
“Well you did agree, and so long as he keeps his hands to himself, it’ll be worth it to get his protection while you’re waiting at the cross-roads.”

So it was obvious she thought this man had a right to look up my skirt. Well by now he’d lifted the hem of my dress right up to the tops of my legs, and he’d just put his hands on my knees.
“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to touch me?”
“Don’t get so worried, I’m just opening your legs, so I can get a look at it.”
“Well if you’re gonna spread her open, I’d be obliged if you’d pull her frock back down over your head. I think this young lad of mine is taking too much of an unhealthy interest in what you’re a doing down there.”

His hands were so powerful, that he effortlessly opened my legs wide even with me using all my strength to try to stop him.
“But I never agreed to let you open my legs.”
Although he’d taken his hands off my knees, he’d moved himself right up close in between my legs, so closing them was now impossible. The woman wasn’t concerned about what he was now getting up to, but she did lean forward, and pull the hem of my dress back down over the mans head. He had now got his left elbow against my right inner thigh, his right hand on my left, and he was holding my legs spread wide open. Whilst at the same time his left hand was pulling at the seam of the gusset of my knickers.

Now these knickers were see-through, and skimpy enough, which having him this close with my legs this wide was bad enough. But he was now uncovering my pussy completely! I struggled wriggling about violently and began to protest.
“Hey pack it in! Don’t touch my knickers.”
He just lifted his head up from under my dress, the hem slid back to the tops of my legs again. Then as his face drew level with mine he gave me a look as black as thunder.
“Look here you silly English bitch, if you don’t sit still and let me have what’s owed to me, then you can look after yourself when we get to Arnold’s shack.”

Then to my surprise, the woman chipped in.
“He’s right my dear. I know it’s a bit embarrassing, but you’ll be better off letting him get a good eyeful, than getting to that place, and being gang raped.”
“Gang raped? Surely it can’t be that bad there?”
“I told you, it’s not a place I’d like to stop off at. The stories I’ve heard don’t bear repeating.”

“Well ok, I’ll let you look, but keep your hands off.”
Still sitting up and looking me in the face.
“Don’t you go trying to give orders; otherwise I’ll up the anti. In fact for your bloody cheek, I think I’ll have a chew on one of them titties of yours.”
“Oh no please don’t.”
“Open the front of your dress.”
“Please no.”
“Don’t make me tell you again; otherwise I’ll make you go further.”
“Just do it love; otherwise I can see him going all the way on you.”

I reluctantly began to undue the buttons at my neck that went all the way down the front of my dress. Once I was just below my bust, he reached up and moved my dress to one side, uncovering one of my nipples that were peeking over the top of my half cut bra. He leaned forwards, and his mouth opened. God! The shudder that went through my body as his rough dry lips rasped against my soft tender flesh. Once he’d made contact, he began to make himself at home, sucking from one to the other and back again.

My body now was all aflame, somehow, this being a total stranger, made a simple nipple suck into a major turn-on. Even my pussy was beginning to throb, and as I sat there still with legs wide open, I felt myself sort of reclining back into the seat and sliding down and forwards. Then as my open crotch came into contact with him kneeling in front of me, I felt what I recognised as his hard cock trying to burst its way out of his pants. Although there was the material of his trousers and my knickers keeping his dick from my pussy, the second I’d slid into contact with him, he gave a pelvic thrust, which sent such a magnificent shudder through my body.

My reaction was so obvious, he couldn’t help noticing, and he turned to face the woman and said.
“Sorry misses, but you’ll have to get your young’uns to look out the window or something. This here bitch is too far gone, I’m gonna have to give her a good seeing to, otherwise she’ll be dropping her knickers for the first bloke that touches her.”
“I can see you’re right, I’d never have guessed she was so much on heat. You just get on and do what you gotta do; I guess they’ve seen the ram on the farm.”

There was no sign of anyone getting my opinion; I was just the one he was thinking of fucking! He just turned back to me, placed his hands on the tops of my arms and turned me sideways on the seat, and lowered me back into a lying down position. As he did so the woman’s daughter had to get up and sit by her mom. Then his hands went straight to my knickers, which he pulled down and off my legs. And I made no attempt to stop him. Once my knickers were gone, he lifted my legs high and wide, spreading my pussy for all to see, and the young lad was straining his neck to get a good look.

Then as I looked down to where the man was now stood in the middle of the compartment, he was stood there as unconcerned as you like, dropping his pants to the floor and handling his already hard dick. Now I guess this wasn’t a monster, but as I’d only been fucked three times before, by two different boys, to me this looked pretty big. Now it was the turn of the lady’s daughter to strain her neck, this time to see the man’s dick, and the lady herself was keeping an eye on it as well.

There was nobody holding me, but I kept my legs in the position he’d put them in, high in the air. Now he was approaching, my pussy re-commenced the throbbing, and my tummy felt like it was full of butterflies. As his dick touched the lips of my pussy, I gave an instinctive thrust, without being conscious of meaning to. But meant or not, it served the purpose, pushing his dick deep up my pussy. Then I felt him lunge forwards, and he was hard up against my crotch with his crotch, the dick fully up inside me. So big or not, I’d taken it all without any problem.

For the next few minutes, the other people around might just as well not have been there, because the only thing on my mind was this fucking I was getting. Or do I mean giving? Because I was definitely not a passenger in this little bit of action. Once my pussy had felt his dick, it took over all my bodily actions, using my hips to drive itself hard onto each on coming thrust of the mighty shaft. And with each penetration, a ripple of sensation shot up my body as he stretched his way inside my tummy. As I said, I’m not very experienced in sex, and this fuck, whether because he was so good, or I really needed it or just the situation, whatever the reason, I don’t know, but god was he driving me wild.

As he rammed hard with his hips, his hands were roughly gripping and pulling at my tits, while his mouth was slobbering wet kisses all over. Going from my lips and neck and down to my nipples, where he’d almost bite the ends off them! But although if you’d asked me ten minutes ago if I’d like this rough looking miner to do this kind of thing to me, I’d have told you where to go, now he was actually doing it to me, I couldn’t get enough. And even though I couldn’t understand it, the rougher he was the more I wanted him to do it. Well as his actions brought my bodily sensation to a crescendo, I mush have been bringing his dick to its climax as well, because just when I thought my pussy would explode with pleasure, he rammed me with what I recognised as his first cum shot.

As he bashed hard into my crotch, jerking his sticky cum deep in my tummy, my pussy contracted, and my whole body gave a violent shudder. It was as though my pussy was grabbing hold of his dick and wringing the cum from his shaft. I know he pumped a few more shots up inside me, but that is all I know, as I sort of lost consciousness. Well I guess I was conscious, but not in control, like I was in a trance. My whole being was alive with sensation, right from my toes to my head, and I just lay there feeling the waves going up and down my body.

“Here, you’d better get yourself cleaned up; we’ll be in Alice Springs in about ten minutes. And I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t pick up a few more miners for the last stint.”
This was the woman, who was handing me a towel to wipe myself down with. In reality, what I really needed was a shower or bath. Especially being in this compartment, in this Australian sun! I know its not lady like to mention it, but even with the windows open, the smell in this compartment was a dead give-away as to what had just taken place. And I knew, wiping myself down with a towel, and putting my knickers back on, was not going to change that fact!

So when the train slowed down as we arrived at Alice Springs, I just sat there trying to look as innocent as possible. Suddenly the head of the guard appeared in the open window of the door, and as he waved his hand to direct people towards where he stood.
“Room for five more in this one.”
And then he turned and carried on to the next compartment. While we waited to see who our new travelling companions would be, but knowing that more people were likely to arrive, the woman had got her son sitting on one side of her, and her daughter the other. The man who I’d just had sex with was sat on the opposite side to her next to the far window, and I was on the same side as him, but in the middle.

We didn’t have long to wait, before the door flew open,
“About bloody time!”
And then a big round kit bag was thrown into the middle of the carriage, followed by a very big man.
“Sorry misses. I didn’t see you sitting there; it didn’t catch you I hope?”
“No, you're ok lad. But I’ll thank-you to mind your language; I’ve got kids in here.”
The next minute or so was taken up with four more men following him into this compartment, and they all threw there bags up onto the overhead racking, and got themselves seated.

So now we had ten of us in the carriage, two men had sat on the same side as the woman, one next to her daughter. And I’d moved closer to the man who’d just fucked me, and as the three other men joined us on this seat, I’d been pushed tightly in contact with him. These men all being big, meant it was quite a squeeze, and the close contact did nothing to help the sweaty situation.

But worse than that, now the train was stationary, there was little or no draught to disperse the smell of sex! It only took a minute or two before one of the men began to sniff the air in a very visual manner. Within seconds, all the men that had just got in, joined him, and they were giving the woman knowing looks.
“Come-on then misses, are you gonna tell us what’s been going on?”

She obviously didn’t want them thinking she was the one who was responsible for the smell, but I don’t think she really wanted to say anything to make it more difficult for me. But I’m not sure her answer really had them convinced.
“Bloody kids and there stink bombs. I’ve told him I’ll get his dad to take a switch to his arse when I get him home.”
Now I know you might not think the smell of cum and dripping pussy is the most pleasant in the world, but how you can compare it to a stink bomb I don’t know. But it did throw them off the scent (excuse the pun) for a little while.

The train started moving, and the draught blowing through the open windows did help to take their minds off the subject. Then I noticed the man sitting next to her daughter was easing the flared hem of her dress from in between their two legs. I looked across at the woman, but from where she was sitting the other side of her daughter, there was no way she’d be able to see what he was doing. Now he’d got some material free, he was able to slide his left hand across under her dress from the side, not exactly without anyone knowing, but it wouldn’t be visible to her mom.

Now I’d been checking from the mother to the daughter to see if I could sense any reactions, and I was convinced the girl knew the man was up to something, but she made no attempt to stop him, or let on to her mom. Neither did she look at the man; instead she had a kind of false 'looking unconcerned' out of the window look. But then as the man’s hand must have made contact with her flesh for the first time, I detected a slight intake of breath, and more to the point, so did her mom.

“What’s wrong?”
She said turning to look her daughter in the face.
“Nothing.”
“Well sit-up straight, and less of those silly noises.”
The girl shuffled herself back up the seat, and I’m sure the man used this shuffling to enable the progress of his hand, because when the girl stopped her shuffling, his arm was now covered up to his elbow by her dress. And even though I can’t be sure how high he’d got, I’m sure the looks on the girls face were down to his fingers sending shivers through her body.

I did wonder if the man next to me might try the same thing, but then I realised that he wouldn’t dare try it, as the woman would be sure to see him, like I could see what was happening to the girl. Then the man, who had his hand under the girl's dress, took me totally by surprise. You’d have thought he wouldn’t want to attract the woman’s attention, well not while his hand was under there.
“Excuse me misses. I can see we’re taking up all the room on this here seat. If you’re getting to cramped there, I can always sit your young’un here up on my knee?”

“No thanks, we’re ok.”
“I’m not ma. My legs going dead squashed against this door.”
That was her son complaining.
“Well maybe the gentleman would let you go and sit over there on his knee?”
She replied, turning her head towards the man, and looking for a reply. The man's reaction was classic, he obviously didn’t want a six year old boy on his knee, but before he answered, the boy came back with.
“I don’t want to sit over there; I want to sit by the window. Why can’t she sit on his knee?”
He was looking at his sister.

The girl was already sliding from her seat, to a standing position.
“Its ok mom, if it’ll stop him whingeing, I don’t mind.”
“Well ok then, but don’t start shuffling about, you’ll make the gentleman too hot."
Then she said appreciatively to the man.
"Thank you for that, it will be more comfortable not being so crushed together.”

The man pulled the girl back onto his knee, and positioned her sitting sideways with her back to her mom. He had one arm innocently around her back, supporting her, but his other hand just slid straight up under her dress. Within seconds she was easing her legs open, and I just assumed it was to give him access. I don’t know if her watching me getting fucked had got her aroused, but she was obviously enjoying the manipulation of this mans fingers, and having difficulty keeping her movements from attracting her mom’s attention.

Then the man next to me, who must have been getting very jealous, asked the man sitting the other side of me.
“Excuse me mister, is this your daughter?”
He was nodding towards me.
“No way blue, I’m on my way to the Jennywren mine, same as you.”
So I’d let this man fuck me, just to get his protection, and when the first man asks him, he just chucks me to the wolves. Both the woman and I gave him a really dirty look, but we knew there was nothing we could do.

“So you’re travelling on your own then missy?”
“Yes, I’m also going to the Jennywren, but I’m going to work as a nanny for the mine owner.”
I said, thinking maybe if they know I'm employed by their boss, they'll treat me with a little respect.
“That’ll be nice for you. Look, it’s just as cramped over this side as it was for them over there. How about I sit you on my knee to make some more room?”
Now I didn’t want any more things to kick-off, but he was right, it was cramped, and I thought with the woman the other side, he wouldn’t start anything in case she saw him.

So without answering, I got to my feet, and as soon as the remaining four men had shuffled themselves about to sort out the space available, this man took hold of my waist, and pulled me up onto his knee. But it didn't stop there, the other two men alongside him both reached for my legs, pulling them up onto their knees. So now I’m sort of sat sideways, with my legs facing to the opposite side of the compartment to where the woman was seated.

This didn’t give the men licence to do exactly as they pleased, but they were able to gradually manoeuvre their hands under my legs. This was something they had to achieve slowly because if they just pushed their hands under me, the woman would see them. So over the next fifteen minutes or so, the three men, that is the one I was sitting on, and the two who’d got my legs across their knees, were all shifting their hands trying to get a feel under my dress.

The one at the extreme end, nearest the window, was too far away to reach higher than just above my knee. That is without leaning forwards which would have made it obvious. The man next to him however left one of his hands innocently on top of the outside of my dress, resting lightly above my knee. But he’d gradually slid his other hand under one of my legs, and pushed it up the valley between them. But even his reach was just a few inches short of reaching my gusset.

The man whose knee I was actually sitting on had one hand supporting my back, and the other he’d tried to force under my leg to reach my pussy. But after trying for over ten minutes, he’d given that up as he have had to actually lift me to gain access, and that would have made his progress obvious. So now he was trying the easier route like the man opposite, over the top of my leg, but under my dress. This route only required my legs to be parted to give him access, but being on top of my legs, there was potentially more chance the woman would see his hand moving my dress.

So as I say, I’m sitting here, with one hand rubbing all around the inside of both my knees. Another man has his hand on my inner thigh, within a dicks length from my pussy. And now this man's hand is slowly but surely slithering its way over the top of my upper leg, and his fingers are probing into my crotch. I’m sort of squeezing my legs together, not expecting to be able to stop any of them, but not wanting to make their progress any easier.

I consider saying something, and making a fuss, but then I decide not to, thinking maybe if it comes to a head, the woman can’t actually stop them, and once they push the point, maybe they’ll just go all the way like the previous man did. My head was full of all kinds of ideas buzzing around. Could I report the previous man for rape? No, the woman would say I’d agreed to him fucking me. Well these men wouldn’t surely dare rape me here with her present? But then again, out here with no witnesses, maybe they would, and the young girl might get raped as well! But mind you, looking at the way she’s enjoying that fingering, I’m sure she’d love to be raped.

Oh god! He’s reached it! All my leg squeezing has made no difference, he’s got one of his fingers into the side of my gusset, and he’s rubbing along my pussy slit. Oh shit! God that feels good. I’ve got to stop him somehow; otherwise I know I’ll soon be lifting my legs open. Ohhhhhh Godddddd. My pussy is throbbing, what can I do to stop them?

“Err excuse me.”
I call across to the woman. The finger stops instantly. She was almost dosing, and she lifts her head and looks across.
“Yes dear what is it?”
“I was just wondering how long you think it will be before we arrive at the cross roads?”
All the hands were now perfectly still, and this was allowing my pussy to calm down slightly.
“I’d guess about another fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“Oh in that case, I could do with getting my case down, and sorting out my travel instructions.”

Then I looked to the men whose knees my legs were across.
“Do you think you could put my feet back down now please?”
If looks could kill, the looks these three men were giving me would certainly have struck me down dead! But reluctantly they lowered my feet to the floor. Then I shuffled forwards off his knee, and stood up. But as I reached up to the rack, the man whose knee I’d been sitting on, sprang to his feet, and stood up behind me.

He pushed his erection hard into the crevice of my bottom, as he reached around and above my arms to lift the case down for me.
“Here you are little missy, I’ll get that for you.”
Then in a very quiet whisper directly into my ear so that only I could hear him.
“How would you like to try this little beauty for size?”
But it wasn’t only his dick pushing into my bottom that I’d got to worry about, he was pushing me forwards into one of the other men who were still seated.

And both of these men who’d been supporting my legs, and trying desperately to get a feel were now in a blind spot from the woman, hidden by me and the man standing directly behind me. Well neither of them wasted any time; they were both pushing their hands up under my dress, and trying to get into my knickers! The man who was lifting my case was taking forever about getting it down, and in doing so preventing me from reaching it. Then as one of the men's fingers made contact with the flesh of my pussy, I pushed my bottom back as hard as I could, even though I knew I was pressing onto his dick, and I lunged backwards with my elbows into his ribs.

I don’t think it affected him more than a fly landing on his wrist, but the woman obviously realised I was having a struggle.
“Hey! You great brute! Back off the little girl and give her some breathing room. Can't you see you’re crushing her?”
“And who says so?”
He snarled as he turned his head.
“I say so, and if you don’t back off, you’ll be wearing steel shackles on your legs when we get to Cross Roads.”
The big man pulled away from me, and lifted my case down, mumbling to himself, but so we could all hear.
“Was only bloody trying to bloody help, I never even touched her.”

As soon as his weight was off me, I was able to pull away from the intrusive fingers, and as the big man sat back down with my case on his knee, I opened it up just a few inches while I pretended to rummage around looking for something. This wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, stood in the middle, with the train jostling me from side to side, but it was better than getting myself into a position where I was helpless to defend myself.

Talking of which, a look back to the young girl gave me the impression she was well gone, probably having more orgasms in the last hour than she’s ever had in her life. And her mom sat next to her, completely oblivious, or was she?
“What the bloody hell are you looking for?”
Asked the man whose knee the case was on.
“It just a little packet with my travel arrangements.”
He pulled on the lid of the case.
“Well open it up properly, and I’ll help you look.”

I didn’t want him or any of the others rummaging around in my underwear whether I was wearing it or not! So I pulled hard to get the case closed, but he was far too strong.
“Please don’t. I don’t like you looking in my case.”
Surprisingly, he let the lid fall back, with only a sarky comment.
“You’d think she’d got the bloody crown jewels in there or something.”

I thought maybe it was about time I actually found my little travel pack, and maybe I could busy myself with reading something in there, until we arrived. I pulled out a little plastic wallet containing all my paperwork, and fastened down the lid. I half turned to pass the wallet to the woman, so she could hold it while I lifted my case back.
“Excuse me, could you just hold this for me while I…”
But I didn’t get chance to finish my sentence before the man had stood back up again saying as he did so.
“Its ok missy, I’ll lift that for you.”

Then in a soft whisper.
“I knew you’d want another feel of my dick parting your little bottom.”
I was once again wedged in between his dick, and the roaming hands of the two seated men. But this time, I didn’t wait until they’d actually got their hands roaming.
“Hey! You’re squashing me; let me move out before you lift it.”
And as if to reinforce it, the woman chipped in.
“I’ve got my eye on you scoundrels; now give the girl some room.”

So without any protest, I was allowed to move to one side while he placed my case up onto the racking. He’d no sooner got seated before the train began to slow down. But this wasn't the laboured slowing-down like when it climbs a long incline, but the clunking of carriages crashing into the ones in front as the engine begins to brake. We must be pulling into the drop-off point. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I’d made it without the men actually getting into my knickers. Well not enough to get me really out of control.

So now as the train pulled to a standstill, the men began to get their bags down from the racking, and one by one they just slung their bags out onto the dirt, and clambered down to pick them up. There was no platform, and the carriages had little or no step to aid either entry or exit, but the men all managed to stride their way down. I got to the doorway, and the five men who’d been the last to join our compartment, were waiting in the blazing hot sun. They were stood in a semi-circle around the open door-way, to either aid my decent, or just take advantage of me being in a difficult situation. But the man who’d fucked me earlier, had disappeared into the only building that was to be seen.

I stood there looking at the distance I had to drop, and even if I'd have still had my slacks on, I’d have had difficulty in managing to get down that distance. I knew the only way possible was to turn around, stepping out backwards, and holding onto the sides of the door opening. But for this I’d need both hands, so I dropped my case on the compartment floor.
“Will you pass this out to me please, when I’ve reached the ground?”
“Course I will love. Now you take care.”

I turned and began to climb down; the first step onto the doors edge was only short. The next step was totally different, and my foot worked its way lower and lower feeling for some kind of foothold to take my weight. But my first leg was now bent double with my knee up by my bust, so I’d got as low as I could get, and my foot had not found anything to step onto. There was no way I could get into a position to be able to look to see where the nearest foothold might be. Then I heard the voice of the big man whose knee I’d been sitting on.

“Want a helping hand missy?”
I knew where he’d put his so called helping hand, but in reality, I couldn’t see I had much choice.
“Please, but be careful where you put your hand.”
He was careful alright. He carefully reached under my dress, up in between my legs, slipped his fingers into the side of my gusset, and began to stroke along my slit. I guess the look on my face must have alerted the woman to me being in trouble, because as he took his time fingering my pussy, and I felt the throbbing coming on, she appeared at the window.

“Can’t you bloody animals wait until you’ve at least got her inside out of the sun? You’ve got her hanging up here like a piece of meat in a slaughter house, and all you can think of is abusing her. For gods sake man, surely just getting your hand wrapped around it and having a quick feel would be enough to be going on with.”
Suddenly his hand slipped all the way under me, and he gripped my whole crotch as he lifted me from the carriage to the ground, saying as he did.
“Come on lads, the sooner that bloody train takes the nagging old witch away the sooner we’ll get some cunt.”

As my feet touched the ground I reached back into the carriage to retrieve my case, with his hand still wrapped around my crotch. Then as I stepped back away from the train, I opened my legs, and put my one free arm behind me, taking hold of his wrist.
“Ok, you’ve helped me down, and I’m grateful for your help, but I think that’s enough now.”
He surprisingly let me pull his hand out, as I know if he’d wanted to, I would have been unable to force him. I turned around, gave him a smile.
“Thank you. Now can you show me where the ladies waiting room is? My travel leaflet says there is a ladies only section.”

He lifted his hand pointing to a door at the opposite end of the big long wooden building.
“Thank you. And don’t worry, I not going to report any of you for what you did to me on the train, I’ll just put it down to experience, and try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Bye for now.”
All I wanted to do now was to get out of this blazing sun; they say you can only survive out here for about two hours unless you’re in the shade. I trudged my way slowly towards the far end of the building, I’d thought it only sensible to leave those men on good terms, getting their backs-up would have served no purpose, and you never know when you might need their assistance.

All the time as I walked towards the door, the men making their way from the train were either making crude remarks, or remarks I couldn’t understand.
“Are you going to join the other sheep?”
“If she’s a jumbuck, then I think I’ll give-up mining and crack-on sheep shearing.”
“Come-on Sheila, get your knickers off and join us for an ice cold tinny.”
“You don’t wanna be lugging that bag all the way up there lovey, you’ll only have to drag it all the way back.”

Then the whistle blew, and off chugged the train, and within minutes it was way out of site. Most of the men were also out of site, they’d gone into the door the other end of the building. I looked all around me, and there was nothing! Not a tree, bush or building of any sort. The rail track disappeared away going to the north, and the same again to the south. The road such as it was stretched to the west and east, but it was just a set of ruts where the tyres had worn the dirt. The sun was high in the sky, and cast no more than a few inches of shade to any side of the building.

The door at last! I put my hand on the rough latch that secured it, and lifted.
“BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR.”
I slammed the door back shut. No it couldn’t be. I slowly opened the door again, but this time just a few inches. How the hell. What the hell. Oh god, this place is hell.

The whole room, no it wasn’t a room, the whole shed was packed solid with sheep. What space there was above the sheep was alive with flies; all the flies in the world must have been in there. And the floor was deep in sheep manure. The smell! The noise! Surely this couldn't be the ladies waiting room? But that’s what the sign said above the door. ‘Ladies Only Waiting Room’

My heart sank; I turned slowly, and made my way back towards the other door. As I trudged my way along, the heat of the sun was now really getting to me. I opened the door, and the noise of laughter and general garbled talking just faded away to a silence, with all eyes trained on me. To my left was the bar, running the full length of the end wall which was at least thirty feet long. The main part of the room was full of men seated at tables. But there was an area about ten feet wide stretching all the way across in front of the bar, where more men were just standing drinking.

“Ok love, close the door behind you, and put your case down.”
This was a man who looked like he was maybe in control, he’d just come out of a hatch he’d opened in the bar. As he walked towards me he continued.
“Right little missy, I’m Arnold, and this is my place, I own everything for fifty square miles around here. So that means I make the laws in these parts. Get the picture?”
“Well yes I think so.”
“Well there ain’t many laws out here, but there’s one that never gets broken. Do you know what that is?”
“I don’t know, not fighting?”

“Ha ha .................”
“HA HA ................”
He began to laugh, and the whole place joined in with him. Then he raised his hands, and silence fell once again.
“No missy, even if I made that a law, I’d have gods own job a keeping that one enforced. Look behind you at our trophy board, tell me what it says.”
I looked at the wall he’d nodded towards, and sure enough there was a very big board. With rows of ladies knickers pinned to it, and under each pair was a name. It also had in big letters across the top, ‘House Rules’ ‘No ladies allowed on these premises’ ‘All Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stay’

I stood there open mouthed, and at a loss for words.
“Can’t you read?”
“Yes.”
“Well what’s it say?”
I slowly and quietly read the notice out aloud.
“House Rules. No ladies allowed on these premises. All Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stay.”
“So little missy, you’ve got a decision to make. Are you a lady? In which case you can drag that case of yours all the way back down the other end of the building, and wait with the other ladies.”
I butted in, using my most indignant voice.
“WHAT other ladies?”

“Hold your bloody horses there missy, I haven’t finished yet. And don’t you go slagging off my jumbucks, every one of them is female, and I recon most are more lady like than the Sheila’s around here. Now you’ve made me loose my train of thought. Ah yes that was it. You have to decide if you want to join them sheep of mine, or maybe you’d rather stop down here in the bar, and have a nice cold beer with us lads?”
“But would that mean I’d have to take my knickers off?”
“Course it would, only ladies object to taking their knickers down for the lads, and as you know, ladies ain’t allowed in here, only common Sheila’s in my bar.”

“Please, I couldn’t wait up there with the sheep, they frighten me.”
“So, let’s see you drop your knickers.”
“Please, surely you wouldn’t make me?”
“The law is the law, and I can’t change it just for you. So now you know the alternatives. Wait with the sheep, fry in the sun, or stop here, drop them little knickers down, have a cold beer and maybe some fun.”
“But you wouldn’t make me go out their in the sun?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”

I didn’t reply, but stood there not knowing what to say.
“Right, now I guess you’ve seen the Clint Eastwood Westerns?”
“Yes. Why?”
I replied thinking of the one where he drags a woman into a barn and rapes her.

“I’m going to open this little musical box up, and put it on the table. You’ll have until the music stops, and the little ballerina’s arm drops to make up your mind. If you are still in here with your knickers on when that happens, we’ll get you on the table, and remove them for you. Is that clear?”

He turned the key in the bottom of the box.
“Click click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click.”
Then he placed it on the edge of the nearest table, he lifted the lid open, and the little ballerina popped up and began to dance to the simple quiet tune. The place was eerily silent; you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on me, and I stood petrified.

The music had started as these boxes do, with the plinkty plonking sounds going at full speed, then I suddenly came to my senses as I realised it was slowing down! I now had only seconds to decide. But there was really no choice. There was absolutely no way I could wait in that shed with the sheep, apart from the flies, smell and noise, I was actually scared of them. The wait for the land train would be anywhere from half-an-hour up-to three hours, so going out into the sun was also not an option. Jesus! The box is about to stop!

I rapidly put my hands behind me, up under my dress and started pulling my knickers down. As soon as my hands went behind my back, the silence was broken by a chorus of rough male voices chanting.
“Off off...”
Now this is the weirdest thing you can imagine, there has to be at least fifty men in here, and only one girl, and I’m being literally forced into removing my knickers. So, with my heart pounding in my chest, and feeling so scared; why now these men have started behaving like animals, am I getting excited? Yes I mean sexually excited.

As I lower my knickers below the hem of my dress, and the men can now see them, their chanting is getting wilder. I step out of them, and Arnold is stood there with his arm outstretched ready to take them. As he does so, his first action is as you might expect, to put them to his nose. But as he is doing this he obviously must have taken a quick look at the inside of the gusset, and realised what the sticky moistness was caused by. He suddenly held his hand high in the air; palm face out with fingers outstretched and waved it around to the chanting audience.
“HOLD UP THERE BLUE. QUIET LETS HAVE SOME SHUSH LADS.”

Gradually the chanting died out, and a semi-silence descended.
“Listen up lads. It looks like the little missy has some explaining to do. She’s bin a cottoning on she’s a lady, and trying to make us all feel sorry for her, when these here knickers are telling me a different story. So little missy how come your knickers are full of cum?”
By now, the feeling I was getting of sexual excitement had gone, replaced by pure embarrassment. I know I must have been bright red, my cheeks were burning, and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me!

“We’re a waiting.”
“I was r…  Well I I kinda…  Look its difficult to explain. But this man you know…  On the train…  On the journey out here.”
“So a man raped you on your trip out here? So who is the lucky bastard?”
“No. I didn’t say he’d raped me.”
“So who was he? Your boyfriend?”
“No. I don’t know who he was.”
“What you let a bloke you’d never met before; give you a rooting on the train?”
“It wasn’t like that, it was…”
“Never mind about the details honey, I’m sure you’re gonna fit in well here today. What say you boys?”
There was an almighty cheer went up, and the chanting began again, but this time, they were calling for my dress to come off!

“Hold-up there boys. Calm down. A bit of order, or I’ll keep her behind the bar with me.”
Gradually the noise subsided, but it wasn’t quiet by a long way.
“Ok I think the little girl is in need of a cold beer, and as Sheila’s ain’t allowed to by beer in here, which of you nice blokes is gonna buy her one.”
Of course there were hands in the air and men shouting in all directions. They were holding out bottles and calling.
“Over here.”
“Here love.”
“Have mine.”

Now again, I began to get this feeling that something exciting was going to happen to me, and the feeling of embarrassment had gone. I’m not saying I was looking forward to being raped by fifty men, but being the centre of attention, knowing all these men wanted to fuck me silly, had gone from frightening, to exciting, and I can't explain why. As I walked towards each man, they’d be trying to encourage me to take a drink from their bottle that they were holding out towards me. I was getting into the act, sidling myself towards one table, then changing my mind and going towards another. I almost had myself believing I was in control of the situation.

Then as one quite reasonable looking man, aged in his twenties, kept enticing me towards him. I reach to take the bottle from his hand. As soon as my little fingers encircled the bottle, his massive hand clamped on top of mine, and he held me tightly.
The men all around resumed their chanting.
“SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY.”
He now held his hand up in the air like Arnold had done, and gradually they settled down.

“Well little girl, we don’t even know your name.”
“Jane. Jane Benson.”
“Well Jane Benson, my names Jimmy, and I guess you’ve got the message from the lads in here.”
“I recon yes.”
“So Jane Benson, am I going to have to hold you so they all get a good look at you? Or is Jane a good time girl?”
“What do you mean? A good time girl.”

“All us lads want is a good time. Now you can join us and have a good time with us, or we can have a good time at your expense, and you can leave here crying. You see it don’t matter to us, we get to fuck you either way.”
“No please don’t say things like that, you’re frightening me.”
“Ok then I won’t mention fucking. But you know you’re going to have to show your pussy?”

Well I didn’t know anything at this stage, and even the gang rape he’d just talked about somehow seemed inevitable in the back of my mind. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. Then out of the blue an old bloke sitting next to him spoke up.
“You bloody young spunkers have got no idea, you go in there bull at a gate, frightening the wits out of her. Come here Jane my little darling, old Bill u’ll let you have a drink of his beer, and it’ll only cost you a little cuddle.”
Well he not only spoke-up, but he also took my hand from Jimmy’s, and Jimmy didn’t try to stop him.

He pulled me back towards him, and now I’m sitting on his knee, laying back into his left arm. He gives me his beer bottle, and I take a drink. God does that taste good.
“Good eh? Now all old Bill here wants in return is a little feel of your titties.”
And with that his right hand was undoing the buttons down the front of my dress. I can't say this was what I wanted, but at least this slowly slowly approach was passing the time, and bringing the arrival of the road train out of here just a little closer. And it was better than them talking about seeing my pussy or fucking me!

So I tried to act as unconcerned as possible, laying back in his arms swigging at his bottle of beer, while he’d now got me unbuttoned right down to below my bra, and his hand was inside it, fondling my left tit.
“See Jimmy boy, she’s like that old truck of mine. You have to take your time, and prime it right.”
But even though I was maybe looking in control on the outside, inside my body was starting to go wild. Every stroke of my nipple sent a quiver through my pussy, and I was having difficulty keeping still.

“Come-on then you old bastard, pass her back, I’ll have a bit of those titties.”
“Hold-up a minute, I just want a little taste of ‘em.”
Well I knew before his lips touched what effect that would have. And sort of knowing and waiting those few second until he touched me, got me so on edge, that as he latched on and sucked, I couldn’t stop myself shuffling my bottom on his lap, but I did my best not to open my legs to far.
“See what I mean, just take it slowly, and she’ll be throbbing away in no time.”
“You crafty old sod, you’ve got her squirming around already. Come-on then pass her back.”

“Hang on there Jimmy, I recon she’s about ready.”
This was Arnold, who’d come back from behind the bar.
“For those of you who don’t know the rules. We’re gonna play Arnold’s version of pass the parcel. Go on then Jimmy, you might as well keep her on the boil while I set this up.”
I was passed onto Jimmy's knee, and Bill took the now empty beer bottle from my hand.
“Sling us another cold beer over here, looks like our Jane here has got a bit of a thirst on.”
“Don’t worry, she can drink my cum any second now.”
Who said that I had no idea, but I guess a few of them were thinking it.
“There you go again lads, just back off. Just have a little patience.”
Said Bill.
Jimmy was now fondling my tits, and sucking from one nipple to the other. And although not spread wide, my legs were definitely not tight shut. My pussy was pounding, and now contrary to what Bill was saying, the talk of drinking cum, was actually sending more ripples of excitement down my tummy.

“Look at her downing that beer; you’d think she hadn’t had a drink for days.”
I hadn’t realised until I’d heard someone making the remark, and I’d thought this was my second one, which for me, someone who doesn’t normally drink alcohol, would be more than enough, but then I heard Jimmy reply.
“God strewth. That’s almost three bottles; she’d already had most of mine and Bill’s.”

“Well don’t give her any more; we don’t want her passing out on us. Ok lads, most of you have already thrown your arrows* to get your place. But those who haven’t, had better get a move on if they want any of the action. And make sure I get to see the arrows before you pull them out of the board. Right looking at the slate, it looks like Greg is first one up, remember you wind the box for your own turn, and once it stops, that’s your turn over. And no rough stuff, when she falls, it’s got to be her choice.
*Arrows, (Darts, a game played in some bars, three sharp pointed darts about six inches long are thrown at a board hung on the wall. The board has segments marked with the score awarded. And in this case it looks like they've used this as a way of deciding what order they get to play with me.)

“Ok Jimmy, pass her back over here.”
I was stood back on the floor, and I didn’t feel to steady on my feet. The beer was definitely getting to me.
“Right Jane, are you ready to play?”
“What do I have to do?”
“You know pass the parcel? Well you’re our parcel. But don’t worry we’re not going to rip off a layer for each player. All you do is sit on each man’s knee in turn, they each have until the ballerina stops to get you worked-up, and they’re only allowed to touch you where you say.”
“So if I say no, they won’t touch me?”
“That’s the idea. But if you agree to play, you have to agree to start where Bill and Jimmy boy left off. So are you game?”

I didn’t want to get myself fucked, but I knew if I didn’t agree to something like this, then they’d just start chanting to get me stripped. Anyway, this was all passing time, and surely the land train would soon arrive.
“Ok, I’ll play your game. Shall I sit on his knee now?”
In truth I wanted to sit down somewhere, before I fell down, my head was beginning to spin.

“Right Kenny, you heard Jane agree, and I did explain to her it was her own choice.”
A very tall man in a blue uniform walked up to the table.
“Yes Arnold, I heard it all. So, Miss Jane Benson, I don’t want any silly complaints to Mr Gordon (I had no idea who Mr Gordon was, the mine owner who'd employed me was called Mr Simpson) when you get to the Jennywren. We all saw you take your own knickers down, and you've just agreed to play this game.”
“Ok Jane darling; that was nice constable Rogers. He’ll make sure you don’t get hurt, so you can just relax and let yourself go.”

Well by now the state of arousal I’d been taken too had faded away, and all I felt now was confused and dizzy. The first of these men sat me on his knee, and as he did, the man whose turn was next, opened the lid to the music box. As the little lady started dancing, his hand took hold of my tit, and he also brought his mouth down as well. The men were Stood all around about five deep, just a sea of faces. Gradually the audience faded from my thoughts, as the manipulation of my breasts began to take hold.

Even the noise of the music box faded as I descended into a trance like state. The sexual arousal didn’t appear to have the acute tingle to it, maybe my senses had been dulled by the effect of the beer, but never the less, I was still drifting in a land of dreams. Then came a sudden awakening, as I was being passed across to a new man, obviously the other man’s time was up. This new man, had me lying the other way around, that is laying back into his right arm, and for some peculiar reason, it just felt different, which kind of excited me slightly. Or maybe this man had a better technique, what ever, I was now actually having to fight off the hip movements that my body wanted to make.

Then I suddenly felt his left hand touching my inner leg just above the knee. God did this feel good, and all my body wanted to do was to open my legs wide to encourage his hand higher. But I knew this would be just one step away from a gang bang, and I really didn’t want that! Well ok I did, but I knew it would be out of control, and anything could happen. So I mustered all my resolve, and placed my hand onto his wrist. He pushed and my hand was no match for his strength, so my hand was taken up under my dress. His fingers were on the bare flesh of my pussy, and I thought that this was it.

“Please no.”
I said meekly, not expecting anyone to take any notice.
“You heard her. Hand out now or your turns over.”
The hand was pulled back, but the man momentarily took his mouth from my tit to give me a really nasty look, then as he went back to my breasts, he began to bite them.
“Ouch! Aarg. That hurts.”
“Thud!”
The policeman had whacked the man across the side of his head with his truncheon. The man recoiled back, and looked across all dazed.
“Come-on lad, your turns over.”
Said the policeman taking him by his arm.

“Come-on then lovey, looks like I’m on now.”
This was the next man, lifting me from the knee I was sitting on, onto his own. Once the ballerina was re-set, he lay me back in his arms, and began to snuggle his face all around my breasts. He was licking, sucking and lightly plucking my nipples with his teeth, but all the time looking for my reaction. Gradually, fed by my reaction, his nibbling got more and more rough, each time he’d grip with his teeth, and tug, looking for a sign from me to let go. I was so engrossed in his little game, I hadn’t realised every time he pulled at my nipples, I was heaving my hips.

Then I felt the man's hand sliding under my dress and up my leg, but not on the inside going for my pussy, but on the front and it bypassed my pussy, and his palm was on my tummy. Jesus! How can just a simple hand stroking around my belly button, turn me on so much? As he’d avoided going for my crotch area, I’d just let him get on with it. But I now realised that each time I lifted my hips in response to his nipple pulling, I was sort of lifting my bush into his outstretched fingers. And I could tell I was gradually pushing my bush closer, but felt I was unable to stop myself. I knew he’d soon be able to draw his outstretched fingers across my pussy.

But of course I was tipsy, and by now loosing control, so I didn’t realise that maybe it was him actually reaching slightly further each time, and not me. And also, his hand under my dress had pulled my hem up high. So with my legs falling open as I humped, my dress pulled up, and no knickers on, the audience was getting a real eyeful.
“Shit! That was bloody close, I’d almost got her.”
What! Oh yes the bloody music box. His time must have run out. I tried to talk myself into coming to my senses. Come-on Jane, get your wits about you. A few more minutes and you’d have been riding his fingers, and opening up for his dick.

It was only a matter of seconds before I was in the next man’s arms, but almost immediately, he was lifting me under the backs of my legs, with his other arm around my back. Then he called out to nobody in particular,
“Somebody get a bed roll spread out.”
Next he was lowering me onto it, where I was now in a sitting position on the floor. He immediately began to take my dress down over my shoulders. I didn’t know if I should object, but as I was letting them feel and nibble on my breasts, it seemed silly to worry about it. Now my dress was almost a skirt, being as the bodice was hanging down around the flared part of the dress. And now he was lifting off my bra, but in truth, I actually was glad about that. I think those half cut bra’s look silly once the blouse or dress is open, and anyway, I’m secretly proud of my breasts.

So now all I’ve got on is a loose dress covering the upper part of my legs, and I’m lying down on an old bed-roll on a bar-room floor. The man now has both his hands free; he is using them to work my breasts, while he is kissing my neck and lips. Ok this isn’t a romantic situation, but boy did it feel good. I was soon responding to his probing tongue as if it was an encounter with a lover. Now one of his hands was roaming down my torso and as I felt his fingers reach the edge of my bushy mound, I gave one of my involuntary humps. Now being flat on my back, I was able to assist the lift by forcing my heals back into the floor. I suddenly realised what I was doing as his hand cupped my bushy mound, and I felt his finger ends dancing on the lips of my pussy.

I would have let out a gasp of surprise, and maybe then tried to make some kind of protest, but our mouths were locked in a French kiss, and he wasn’t about to let me break it off! I was wriggling my hips and pulling with both of my hands gripped tightly on his wrist. But my strength was no match for his. So as I tried to fight him off using all my strength, all I succeeded in doing was to shake my dress down my body, to a point where it just slipped over my knees and down to my ankles!

I was now naked, his body weight was now being brought to bear on mine, and he’d got his fingers into my hole. But this was not getting me aroused, on the contrary, the work he’d done so far was now all being undone. And if they were going to keep to their word, the second I got my mouth free, I’d be able to stop him. But I guess he knew that, and he was intent on getting himself in between my legs, and his dick stuck up me before either his time runs out, or I get my lips free. I obviously couldn’t see what he was doing, but as he climbed in between my legs, the contact with his bare skin told me he hadn’t got any pants on!

I resigned my self to a rough desperate thrust, without any easing up or gentle manipulation.
“Hang on there blue. You do know the rules, don’t you?”
I could see the copper’s big truncheon tapping on this man’s shoulder, inches from my eye. The man’s eyes swivelled past mine and focused on it. I saw a look of ‘Oh Shit’ appear in his expression. He knew one lunge of his hips would bring that big wooden baton crashing against his skull. His lips lifted from mine, and I let rip.

“Get him off, he’s raping me!”
“Ok blue, you heard her.”
The man stood up, picking up his pants as he did so, and making one last sulky remark.
“Well at least I got my finger up her.”
Arnold knelt down by my side, and I sat up and lent down to retrieve my dress.

“Are you ok?”
“Yes, but I thought he was going to rape me.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head; we won’t let you get raped. In fact before we let anyone fuck you, I promise we will ask you for a yes. Is that good enough?”
Well I couldn’t really want any more reassurance than that, could I?
“Yes I guess so.”
“But from now on, I’ll be letting two men play with you at the same time.”
“Oh I’m not sure about that.”
“Don’t be silly, just give it a try for me, if you don’t like it we’ll go back to one, ok?”
“Ok then.”
“Here I’ll take that for you.”
“But I was…”
“Don’t be silly, you know there’s no point in trying to cover-up now.”
And with that he stood up, taking my dress with him.

As he moved out, a man knelt down either side of me. One began kissing me, which at first got me a little worried, but then as his hands touched my breasts, I felt my excitement returning. The second man, although I couldn’t see him, must have been somewhere down by my legs, as his first touch was a hand stroking one of my feet, and then the back of my calf. This I found strange, but not worrying. My man at the top is working my breasts to perfection, and his kisses and love bites around my neck are really putting me at my ease. The foot man is kissing his way all around my feet, and now working up my legs. Well my pussy is well and truly on show, and I’m humping it to the manipulation of my breasts, but knowing this man is getting higher with his kisses, is sending a wave of excitement up to my pussy from the other end as well. Oh god! He’s kissing the inside of my left knee, and to do this, he's got my leg folded back flat to the ground on the left hand side of me. Jesus! I knew he would, he’s now folding my right leg open as well; my pussy can’t get stretched any wider!

If I don’t stop him now, then it’ll be too late. He’s kissing my right leg, and licking a line up my inner thigh. God please! Why make me like it so much, if it's wrong? My lips are free to protest. I need to speak now.
“Ple…”
The man is now licking my left leg, starting back down by my knee.
“Did you want to say something?”
I don’t answer, just slowly shake my head.

“Oh god! Yes. Oh god please. Yes yes.”
His tongue touches my pussy lips, and I can’t control my actions. I’m lifting wildly, so much so, his tender licking is ending up with me bashing my pussy into his face. The man who was manipulating my breasts has stood up, but within second he’s back down kneeling astride my bust, without any pants. His great big hard dick dropped in between my tits, and he’s holding them around it as he thrusts towards my face.

The man on my pussy has now got his face firmly into my crotch, as he licks pokes and sucks both my holes and clit. I know it's now game over, and even if I was given the choice at this stage, I’d choose to be fucked, but there is still a nagging worry, thinking about just how many men there are in this bar! But I haven’t time to worry about that, as the man who’s been fucking my tits, has now moved down and is now positioning himself in between my legs!

I see the policeman leaning down towards my face.
“Well Jane Benson, do you want a fucking?”
“Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
What can I say, he was up in one thrust, and it didn’t matter how hard he rammed, my pussy was more than ready for it. I’d already had several minor orgasms while these men had been working on me, but not been able to let myself go, so now I just went with the flow, freaking whenever my body wanted to. Both of these men took their turn to pump their spunk deep up inside me, and as soon as the second one was done, another was ready to take his place.

I remember thinking to myself, ‘so much for his idea of me having two men at a time play with me from now on. Cos they’re back to taking it in turns again’. And in fact a little smirk came to my face. Then this next man took hold of me, and lifted me to my feet, and he got onto the bed-roll and lay flat, just his dick stood to attention. Then as he held his hands out to me, I stepped astride him and lowered myself onto his dick. I was above him on my hands and knees, and having to fuck myself. This I found so strange, raping myself on a total stranger!

It didn’t of course take long before I was ramming myself onto him with the excited enthusiasm of a novice, totally oblivious to the man playing around with my pussy and bottom. It was only when I realised he was pushing something up my bottom, that I froze. He’d got my hips in a tight grip, and his dick was at least two or three inches up my bottom, and still getting deeper. When I could eventually get my breath, and senses back, I let out a protest.
“Stop him. Please he’s fucking my bottom.”
Arnold knelt down by my side.
“Calm down Jane. Come-on just take a deep breath, and hold still."
He turned his head to the man behind me.
"Go on ease some more up her, she’ll take it.”
He’d taken hold of my shoulders, and this man was pushing relentlessly up, just stopping occasionally to give a slight withdrawal, and then back up again.
“Oh god! Please it hurts.”
“Ok she’s got the lot up now.”

“There you are, I bet you never thought you’d be able to take all that?”
“Please, it’s hurting me.”
“Ok, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Come-on we’ll lift you off Jake for a couple of minutes, while Arthur here get that little bottom run-in a bit.”
And as he was saying it, the man up my bottom and Arnold, both lifted me off the dick belonging to the man underneath me. As I felt it slip out, they lowered me back down.
“There you are girl, you’ll be right now. Go on then art, but start off a bit gentle.”

His dick began pumping in and out of my bottom, and I tried to protest.
“Please no.”
“Come-on love you ain’t giving him a chance. Just grit your teeth for the first few strokes and you’ll soon get into the swing of it. Come-on Art, get your fingers on her clit before she starts freaking.”
Well whether it was his fingers on my clit, or as he’d said ‘I’d get used to it after a few strokes’, but one way or another, I just started to get turned on to this fucking, and even began to ride my bottom back to meet him thrusting up me!

His spunk didn’t take long to arrive, and I even felt a minor tremor rippling through my pussy while he pumped it deep inside my bottom! But once he pulled out, the man underneath me wasted no time in getting his dick back into my pussy. Although I immediately joined in by riding with him, I soon felt another pair of hands clasping my hips. I knew this would be another man mounting me from behind, but I’d resigned myself to taking him. I held still while he got into position, and then I could feel the end of his dick at my hole.

Oh god! God yes. Oh ooooh. As soon as it touched, my hole started pulsing, as though it was trying to open to let the dick inside. The dick didn’t hesitate at the entrance; it made contact, and just kept pushing its way up. But this was nothing like last time, this time the exhilaration as my bottom hole began to stretch was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I instinctively pushed my bottom hard backwards, driving myself onto his dick.

That was the signal for them both to get back into their stride, and boy did they give me a fucking. The man under me was thrusting upwards, but the man on top was not only thrusting his dick into me, but also ramming me backwards using his hands on my hips. Both dicks were using their full length, penetrating deep inside me. Gone now the previous feelings of extreme pain, now the pain had moved into the area of sheer pleasure. And all I can say if you don’t understand what I mean by that, is, ‘It’s about time you tried double penetration sex.’

Well I’m now in a world of extreme emotion, being shaken back and forwards as these two men fuck the living daylights out of me. My only thoughts are to attempt to coincide my orgasm with theirs if I can. No worries now about how many more men I’ve got to take, or about my shattered reputation.
“Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.”
The noise of the audience was suddenly overshadowed by a blast of a horn, which although it was nearly a mile away, reverberated through the bar.

“Ok lads, shows over. These u’ll be the last two lucky buggers. The rest of you had better start getting your kit together, he don’t wait around long.”
The sound of the horn on the arriving Land Train had somehow taken my mind off my quest to have a simultaneous orgasm, but no way had it distracted the two men fucking me, they were gonna finish what they’d started come hell or high water. But as these things go, it was only a few minutes before the first man started jerking his cum into my pussy, I was on the point of cuming myself, and there was no way I could hold back until the man up my bottom was ready.

So although the man under me triggered the event, he’d stopped spunking, gone soft, and slipped out long before my silly gasping and moaning had ceased. The man up my bottom actually lifted me up to allow the man under me to get out, he then pulled out, turned me on my back, lifted my legs up high and wide, and re-entered my bottom, but with us in the missionary position. It only took him a few rapid strokes, before he too was cuming, pumping his sticky spunk deep into my bottom.

Once he’d pulled out, like all the others, he just picked up his pants, and walked away, no ‘thank you’, ‘kiss my arse’ or ‘fuck-all.’ But what did I expect? I sat myself up, and could see all the men busily sorting out their kit bags, finishing their beers, and beginning to make their way outside. I was about to get to my feet, thinking I’d better get a move-on. Then Arnold put his hand on my shoulder.
“Hold-on there my little beauty, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?”
“Don’t you think I deserve some kind of reward for organising that little party game for you? And what about Ken here? He was the one who looked after you making sure you didn’t get raped.”
So what did happen to me? Wasn’t I raped? Well in their eyes, obviously not. It was just a game, which they thought I should be grateful for them organising. Well what the fuck, two more men won’t make any difference to either my reputation or to how sore I’ll feel later.

Then I suddenly thought,
“What about the road train, I can’t miss that?”
“Don’t worry your little self about that, both drivers will be in here as soon as they park-up, to get a few cold beers before they set off. They know the score anyway, so they’ll be taking you into the cab with them when they set off. Come on then girl, get that pussy of yours wrapped around my dick, Ken’ll take your arse.”

Both these men were big. Not just the bodily physique, but I mean real big dicks. None of the men up to now had been anywhere near in either length or thickness. So as he pushed into my pussy, I took a sharp intake of breath, the stretching pushing my sensation to the limit. Then once he’d got fully up, I felt ken’s dick end, bearing in mind at this stage, I didn’t know how big ken was!

Like before my bottom pulsed, and I tried to push back as he thrust forwards. But god this was so tight, even with me doing my best to push against him, it took at least five or six in and out thrusts to ease him up, and I don’t think it was all in at that. But all in or not, they both began to fuck me, slowly at first, but getting faster and deeper all the time. I don’t think I actually blacked out, but I was in a trance like state, bordering on the limit of pain and pleasure. Big dicks are nice once you get used to them, but taking these two men at the same time must have been near to my absolute limit. They both cum, and I guess I had a minor tremor, but in truth, that was one experience, that went too far.

Once I had gained my senses, I was given a bowl of water and some towels to clean myself down. Once this was done I found myself a clean pair of knickers from my case, and put the bra and dress back on. The two drivers of the land train had just finished drinking their second beers, so with a third one in their hands, they escorted me out to their big truck.

All the men were now on board, in the three big metal trailers, with only a canvas tarpaulin stretched across the top to keep out the blaze of the sun. It was sheeted down leaving a large gap at both front and back, to aid the air flow through the trailer. But even though I never had to endure travelling in there, I’d imagine it must have been unbearable. I was however escorted past the trailers, up to the front wheel of the big truck that pulled them. To the back of the front wheel was a ladder, and it took a climb of about six feet to get up to the door to the cab.

One of the drivers climbed up first, opened the door and climbed inside, turning around to sit in the doorway. I went next, followed by the other driver, who I assumed wanted to get a look up my dress. Once we were all inside, the big engine fired up, and with a lurch, we began to move, slowly at first, but gradually over a distance of about a mile, and sixteen different gear changes later, we were eventually rolling along at about 35 MPH. You might not think that’s very quick, but I’m telling you, on those dirt roads, that is really moving.

“There’s a bunk in the back of the cab, I guess you’ll want a bit of shut-eye, it’ll be a long trip.”
“Thank you. I half expect… No, sorry. Just thank you.”
I turned and began to clamber into the cabs bunk area.
“Come-on then. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, it really doesn’t matter.”
“Come-on, we’re doing you a favour here, the least you can do is be frank with us.”
“I’m sorry. But it’s just me tarring you with the same brush as all these other brutes out here.”

“So what were you going to say?”
“I half expected you two to both want, you know, sex.”
“And if we did?”
“Well I expect like you say, you’re doing me a favour. If you hadn’t let me ride up here, I’d be getting raped in the trailer, so it would be only fair to reward you.”
“Well I hadn’t even thought about sex, but being as you put it like that, I think you’re right. Tell you what, I’ll climb in the bunk with you now, and once you’ve sorted me out, I’ll drive while you sort out Graham. How’s that sound?”

‘Hadn’t even thought of it,’ who’s he kidding! But after my last ordeal, taking these two one at a time couldn’t be too much of a job, no matter how big their dicks were.
“Come-on then Charlie, lets see what turns you on.”
As I got onto the bunk, I stripped off naked, and lay on my back, Charlie soon joined me, he had already stripped before climbing over.

He fucked me three times, once up my bottom, and twice in my pussy, but I won’t go into detail, as it was pretty uneventful. In fact even though I wouldn't tell him. I found it quite boring. Yes I had minor tremors, but nothing that could have be measured on the Richter scale. So as he moved away, having satisfied his sexual urge, I lay back waiting for non event number two to arrive. I guess it isn’t possible for a man on his own to build the sexual atmosphere that I’d just experienced in that bar.

They don’t stop the truck to change over drivers, but it isn’t just a two second operation. So while they were going about there changeover routine, the effect of the beer, tiredness, and the motion of the truck, all combined to send me to the land of nod. So I’m sleeping away, and drifting into dreamland.

As you might expect, my dream is about sex, or more accurately, me being fucked. Well let’s start as far back in my dream as I can remember, cos like all dreams, the actual start is very vague. I think I’m lying in a hay-cart, or something like that, and I can feel the sun beating down on me. Yes it is a hay-cart, and it’s being pulled by my uncle’s old Fergie tractor. In fact as I turn to look forwards, he is looking back waving. I wave back to him, but now he’s shaking his fist. I wonder why, but as I roll over onto my back again, I see old Dave (Dave is what we’d call the village idiot, a grown man, that has the mental age of a child) looming high above me, blocking out the sun. Now Dave is tugging at my dress, and it shreds like it’s made of paper, so now I'm suddenly naked. 

But Dave is no longer Dave; he’s now Robin Hood or more accurately, Errol Flynn. This is one weird dream, Robin Hood is stood above me, blocking the sun from my eyes, and taking off his clothes. I’m on my back, naked, with him stood in between my open legs. He smiles down at me, God look at his chin, such a firm square jaw. He takes off his shirt, God look at his naked chest, so broad and manly. He pulls down his tights; God look at the size of his dick, the reputation he’s got doesn’t do him justice. He towers above me, with a dick dropping almost down to his knees.

Now he kneels down, puts his hands on my ankles, and I willingly lift them high and wide. He kisses my inner thigh, my pussy begins to throb. Now he’s kissing the other side, god, I’m on fire, I want him, I want him now. His kisses get higher up my leg until he’s kissing my pussy lips. I’m lifting my pussy high to meet his tongue, and he’s lapping into my slit. Now he’s sucking my clit, my pussy is pulsing wildly. His tongue traces its way up over my mound of bushy hair, across my naked belly, laps into my belly button, continues up the valley of my ribs, climbs the mountain that is my left tit, and circles my nipple. With each nibble and tweak that his mouth makes on my nipples, I heave towards him with my pussy. Oh god what a sensational lover he is.

So romantic. So handsome. Oh my god! He’s so big as well. His dick is stretching my pussy, and as I thrust towards him I accelerate the entry of his monster. My tummy feels inflated as he reaches full depth. His thrusting starts slowly, but in no time, he’s increasing his speed. Now he’s got hold of my hips and he is ramming me hard. This isn’t a dream; my head is being banged against the end wall of the bunk! Oh god it’s real! This man is giving me a fucking to rival anything I’ve had earlier today. The sweat is pouring off me, and my body is being pulverised by his powerful thrusting.

Now with my eyes wide open I can see this isn’t Errol Flynn or Robin Hood, its Graham the second driver. And right now, I’ll take back what I said earlier about one man not being able to get me going. He’s got my body doubled-up with my legs stretched wide open, and ankles up by my shoulders. His ramming is so violent, but I want more of it. Now I’m awake, I begin to express my feeling to him.

“Yes fuck me harder! Oh yes fuck it! Yes more. Up my arse!”
Well I can maybe understand me getting into the swing of thinks, and talking dirty, but I’ve never used the word arse before. And anyway, do I really want him to fuck my bottom? Well I’ve done it now, he obviously heard me, and his dick is now lining up my bottom hole. My bottom is again pulsing open, ready to take him. Oh fuck yes! God how could I have not liked being fucked in the bottom that first time?

“Yes fuck it! Give it to me! Oh god yes harder! Oh god I’m cuming.”
Well as my pussy exploded, so did his dick. He was jerking his cum up my bottom, and I jerked my hips, and my pussy literally squirted my cum all over his belly. God did I feel ashamed, it was as though I was a little girl again, and I’d wet myself. Or more to the point, as though I’d some how peed on him. His spunk was all spent, then his dick went limp and slipped out. At which point he let go of my ankles, and I let my legs fall back against the wall one side, and across into the cab area on the other. But my orgasm was still going, not squirting, but my hips giving random pumps, and sticky fluid trickling from my pussy.

It appeared to go on for ever, but I guess it was only a minute or two. When I felt my normal head returning, I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked down. What a mess. God did I feel embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, I I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done that before.”
“So old Graham here ain’t such a bad old fuck?”
“Are you kidding, I’ve never. I mean you were the best I’ve ever had. Nobody has ever made it do that before.”
“Here. Get yourself cleaned up.”
He handed me a towel and a damp cloth.
“You can have yourself a sleep now; we won’t be stopping for about ten hours.”

Then he turned away, with the biggest smile on his face. I got myself cleaned-up, and snuggled myself back into the bunk, this time my dream was just that, still about sex, or me being fucked, but it meandered through all other things as well. But one more thing I will mention, is Grahams dick, it wasn’t the monster I’d dreamt about, I’d say it was fairly average, so how he got me so aroused, I’ll never know.

I awoke several hours later, and the big truck was still rumbling it way along the road. But I guess this section was more rutted than the previous stretch, and even though the truck was travelling slower, it was lurching about quite violently. It must have been this lurching about that had stirred me from my slumbers, and as I sat up, Graham turned and gave me a big smile.

“How’s our Jane? Does that feel better?”
“I feel wonderful, but I could eat a horse.”
“Well I haven’t got any horses for you, but there’s some tucker in here, go on help yourself.”
He handed me a tin box, with various food items in it. I got myself up, and made my way across into the cab area, where I sat down next to Graham, and began eating.

“So what exactly are you coming out to this god forsaken place for?”
When I explained what I was going to be doing and who I was going to be working for, he shook his head.
“You poor little girl; looks like you’ve been suckered.”
“What do you mean?”
Well it turns out the man who owns the mine, lives on his own, isn’t married, and hasn’t got children. And his name is Mr Gordon, not Simpson. The only Mr Simpson of any note runs a brothel, about two miles from the mine! So it looked at this point like I’d come all the way from England to work as a whore in an out-back brothel!

The story does continue, but I don’t take up my arranged position working in a brothel, I manage to get a job… Well I think I’ll leave that for part two, that is if anyone is interested.

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