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Invasion
By
Powerone
Copyright
2007
It happened so fast Gretchen could barely understand
that it was real. They were watching
television, just as they did almost every Friday night. They had gotten a new DVD from Netflix,
popped popcorn and had the started the movie when there was a crash that
shattered the quiet life of their country home. Her father jumped up, surprised as the front
door crashed in. He leaped towards the
door, but before he could reach the door the impact of something hard hit him, his
body slumped into a pile on the floor with a man in a mask over him. The
stranger had a shotgun in his hand, the butt of it bloodied from where he had
hit her Father. She, her sister and her
mother sat huddled onto the couch. Her mother’s arm enveloped her and her
sister doing little to reassure Gretchen that everything would be okay.
Gretchen wished they hadn’t lived so far in the
country. It was over ten miles of farmland before they even got to another
farm. Her sister was a year older, but
she looked just as scared as Gretchen.
Gretchen drew her bathrobe tight around her body and trembled as she saw
the four large men look down at them, while one pointed a gun at her. She had never seen a gun that close up, but the
long barrel was inches from her face.
She wished she had worn more than the man’s pajama top and panties
beneath the bathrobe. The man’s eyes seemed to be looking through her pajamas as
if they weren’t there.
“See I told you.
Nice juicy pussy.” His cock was
hard as he saw the three females tremble on the couch. “If we have to hold out for a day, we might
as well make it enjoyable.” They had
escaped prison two days ago. They had
put over 1,000 miles between them and the prison, and the police wanted them
bad. Michael was the leader, though with
convicts you could never trust each other.
They had watched the farmhouse for a couple of hours, waiting until
nightfall to invade its quiet existence.
Michael saw the daughters coming home from school, his cock thick in
expectations of defiling their innocent bodies.
Gretchen had seen the news reports of the escaped
convicts, but that was two states away.
Besides, nothing ever happened around her. It was so boring that a new movie from Netflix
was the highlight of the week. She
trembled on the couch, her hands hid her body from the men and hoped they just
wanted money and leave.
“It’ll be okay,” her mother tried to reassure her,
but it did little to ease the fear that raced through her body. Gretchen was not a virgin, her mother would
have been shocked if she found out. She had sex only twice and neither time
very satisfying. These men looked at her
with lust in their eyes and with her Father slumped on the floor; there wasn’t
much to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her and her sister.
“Tie him up real good. He’ll be out for a while. I don’t want him interrupting us.” One of them men had already dragged her
father over to a chair, tied his slumped body tightly into it, as blood still ran
down his cheek from the terrible gash in the corner of his forehead. It was already turning black and blue,
Gretchen wished she could do something to help him, but the gun in her face
kept her in control.
The man who held the gun walked over to the three
females on the couch. The mother must be
late thirties, but he could see a nice body beneath the bathrobe she wrapped
tightly around her. Her blonde hair
shimmered, but it was the fear in her big blue eyes that he liked the
best. His hand went down to the front of
his pants, gripped his cock, and made sure all of them saw his intentions. His gaze followed over to the two
daughters. They were spitting images of
the mother. One was a bit older than the
other, but he didn’t care. He just
wanted hot, tight pussy, sure that either one of them would provide him with
what he desired. A little force would
make it all that more enjoyable. He
grabbed the rope from one of the men.
“Tie them up.” He loved the look
on their faces when he said that. “In
each of their own bedroom. I want them
to feel at home,” he laughed loudly.
“I’ll take this one.” He bent
down, his face in front her Gretchen’s.
“What’s your name honey?”
She could smell his bad breath, or body odor, not
sure which. “Gretchen,” her voice trembled.
“Take anything you want. Just leave my daughters alone. I’ll do whatever you want.” Gretchen’s mother voice rose up and pleaded. “Anything.”
The man looked over at her. “Anything.
You sure about that honey?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice trembled in terror. She had only been with one man in her life,
but she knew that this was the only way to save her daughters.
“What’s your name sweetie?”
“Martha.”
“You two take Martha into her bedroom and get her
warmed up for all of us.” He looked at
Martha. “Now you cooperate real good or
else will visit your lovely daughters for our pleasure.”
“Yes Sir,” she stood up, pulled her bathrobe around
her. She walked out of the room, the two
men close behind her. She gave her
daughters a reassuring nod, but she wasn’t even sure if she was convinced
herself. She marched off to her bedroom,
but it wouldn’t be her husband that had her in bed tonight. It would be strange men, Martha convinced
that they would force her to do despicable acts. Martha would to do anything to
save her daughters from the sexual carnage.
One man pulled Gretchen’s sister roughly up from the
couch, her protests doing little to stop him as he manhandled her out of the
room. “Show me your room honey.” His hand was already around her waist, and slid
over the gentle curve of her pert ass as they walked down the hall.
The other man
pulled Gretchen up from the couch. “I’m
Michael. You be a good girl and you won’t
get hurt. You mess with me and I’ll mess
with your Daddy over their.”
“But you told my mother that you wouldn’t touch us.” He scared her, especially with the gun in his
hand. She shuddered as he pushed the gun
in her face and ran the barrel of the gun around her lips.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered her. He saw her submit, sliding the black metal
barrel in her mouth. “Wrap your lips
around it.” He liked the way she
submitted so easily. He began to stroke
the gun in and out of her mouth, his cock grew thicker as he imagined it was
his cock in her sweet mouth.
It was almost as if he had stuck his penis in
Gretchen’s mouth and pushed the gun in and out of her lips as if she were
performing oral sex on him. The cold
metal barrel was hard and unyielding and pushed deeper into her mouth as he
forced her to tongue to the bottom and slid relentlessly between her clenched
lips.
He couldn’t wait much longer, eager to enjoy this
prize. “Your mother’s going to fuck and
suck a lot of cock. But you’re going to
be the appetizer.” He pulled the gun
from her mouth and pushed her towards the other empty room. “Yours?”
He pointed to the door shut tight.
Gretchen could only nod yes and opened the door to
her room, not the safe refuge she always thought it to be. Her bed appeared so ominous, even with her
stuffed animals on the pillow. It was no
longer the bed of an innocent girl and she feared it would be the place where
her innocence would be taken from her. She looked at Michael. He was a bit younger than her Father, late
twenties. He was large, his hands twice
as big as Gretchen’s. He must have weighed
over 200 pounds, Gretchen blushed as she looked below his belt, the bulge in
his pants left no doubt of his intentions.
Her eyes looked down to the rope he held in his hand. Her body shuddered at the thought of the rope
that would dig into her skin. To be
bound, unable to stop him from doing anything to her body.
Michael saw her eyeing the rope. “You ever been bound Gretchen? Tied up so tight you couldn’t even
squirm.” His hand slid along the rough
rope, Gretchen’s eyes followed as he stroked it almost sensuously.
“NO!” How could he even think of such a thing? Sex was a thing to be shared between lovers,
not just for sexual gratification.
Bondage, she had heard of it, believed it was one of those things that
only happened in porn movies.
“Take off that bathrobe.” The look on her face was priceless, his cock
hard as a rock as the tears began to form in her eyes.
She put both of her wrists together in front of her
and offered them up to be tied. “Just
tie me up. Please!” Anything
was better than taking off her bathrobe for him. She knew that it was just the start if he
took off her bathrobe. The slap was so
unexpected, Gretchen’s face rocked from side to side. She couldn’t believe the pain, as her head exploded
in stars.
“Now what did I tell you about cooperating?” The side of her face was already turned red. “Now take off that bathrobe.” He was going to teach her right away failure
to submit to him would be painful and useless. The rope would enforce her
surrender.
Gretchen submitted, her head ached, a reminder of
Michael’s cruelty.
“Please, don’t make me take it in my mouth.” Gretchen could hear the muffled protests of
her mother in the next room and then the sound of gagging. What
were they doing to her? “Take it
deep Martha, suck my cock,” the angry harsh voice heard plainly behind the
wall.
Gretchen’s hands went to the tie of the bathrobe and hypnotically
undid it. Her hands trembled so much she
could barely undo the buttons, as she moved from the top all the way down to
the bottom. Michael’s eyes watched her
as she did it. She could hear her mother’s
muffled protests in the next room, not even able to fathom a cock in her mouth,
let alone it being man that was not your lover. Would
Michael make her submit to the same?
He had already stuck his gun in her mouth. She let the robe fall to the floor, her eyes downcast,
ashamed as she stood there.
Michael loved the body of the young girl. He could make out a lovely set of tits
beneath the man’s pajama top, sure no bra held them up, no need at her age. He could almost make out her nipples against the
silky material as they pushed against the smooth material. He imagined she loved
the feel of the material against her nipples as she walked. The top was long enough to cover her pussy,
but left her long legs naked and enticed him as he stared at her body. “That’s a good girl. No need to cover that lovely body.” Michael whistled at her, her face turned red as
she slowly stripped for a stranger. “Now
for your hands. Put them behind your
back, wrists together.”
Gretchen found her body spun around, resigned to
being bound, ashamed at the way her naked breasts bounced beneath the top. She put her hands behind her back, her wrists
together, felt her breasts thrust out by the position. She shivered when she felt the rope, wrapped
around her wrists and Michael pulled the rope tight until she moaned in pain
from the rope digging into her skin.
“It‘s too tight,” she protested.
She never felt so vulnerable in her life, half naked and bound by a
strange man.
“Don’t worry Gretchen, you’ll soon forget all about
the rope.” Now get that lovely ass on
the bed. Kneel on it like a good
girl.” He pushed Gretchen over to the
bed, helped her get on the bed. The
position made it difficult to keep her balance, her tied wrists throwing her
off, Michael had to help as he pushed her to the center of the bed. She started to fall over, Michael let her
almost hit the bed before he pulled her back up and admired her plump ass as the
top slid up her back. Her panties pulled
tightly over her firm cheeks, able to even see the crack in her ass. This one was going to be nice, he thought.
Gretchen knelt on her bed, her arms bound behind her back;
her stuffed animals stared at her almost in sympathy. Michael moved close to her, so close she
could smell his bad breath again. She
looked down as his hands slid over the collar of her top, his fingers tapped at
her button. His other hand moved to her
back, and pressed hard on her until she arched her back, her top strained as
her breasts pushed up the front, as Michael’s eyes stayed glued to her
chest. “Please!” She begged, but his finger opened the first
button with deft flick and the two sides of the top splitting apart to reveal a
wide expanse of naked flesh.
“Nice,” Michael remarked snidely, her cleavage
revealing a nice pair of tits. He pushed
harder on her back, and made her strain to push her tits out for him. His finger slipped down her naked cleavage
before finding the second button and his touch left a trail of goose bumps from
where it had visited. He looked straight
into her eyes; his fingers snapped the second button open. The top split open wide, her generous
cleavage revealed to his eyes, his erection jerked in his pants at her lovely
tits exposed, the trembling bound girl on the bed excited him.
She looked down at her top, two buttons opened and
two to go. Michael forced her to arch her back, the view obscene as she if she tried
to tease him with her breasts. His fingers
tickled along her cleavage and slid lower, the next button unsnapped with
barely a flick of his finger. Michael pressed
his hand into her back again and forced her to thrust out her chest even
farther. Fear raced through her mind but she didn’t have time to worry, the
next button opened as Michael’s finger worked its magic on her top. The material lay precariously over her bare
breasts.
Michael leaned in close to her, his face only an inch
from her. “Pretty girl,” he remarked
before licking her cheek, seeing her cringe as his tongue ran over her silky
flesh. His hand was not idle, slipped inside
her top and caressed her smooth skin until he found the underside of her
breast. He was right, they might be big,
but they stood up proudly; barely a sag in them. His fingers caressed the underside of her
breasts and stared into her eyes; saw the look of terror in them as he openly
fondled her lovely, naked breasts. “Nice
tits Gretchen. You like them played
with?” His large hand grew impatient;
his palm encircled the abundant tit. He felt
her hard nipple, push into his palm as his large hand gripped her bare breasts.
She shivered when his hand slipped into her top; it
was cold compared to her warm skin. She
was embarrassed to feel her nipples pop to attention, ashamed that he would
soon find out, think she was aroused by his touch. She didn’t understand the feeling, the tight
rope kept her body subdued. She knelt on her own bed while a strange, older man
stripped her naked, his hands only inches from her naked breasts. It sent tiny tremors between her legs, much
like when she masturbated herself. How could this be turning her on? Was she such a whore? She barely contained the moan from her
lips when his large hand engulfed one of her breasts, felt her nipple harden as
it touched the calloused palm of his hand.
Her back was still arched, her breast gripped tightly as Michael
compressed his hand, the blood rushed suddenly to the tip and it felt as if it
were going to pop.
Michael let his fingers dig into her tits, his palm touched
her nipple but his fingers still just teased her. She might protest his rude handling of her
tits, but deep down between her legs she loved it. His face moved close to hers, kissed her on
the cheek, his finger circled around her nipple and felt the goose bumps on her
areola. He couldn’t wait to see them
naked, he wanted to embarrass her first.
His fingers made the nipples harden, pushed out the top as he teased
them to erection without even touching them.
God, she wished he would touch her nipple. He had squeezed her breasts, the blood pumped
in her swollen nipples. And now his
finger teased all around her nipple, without touching it. She arched her back, hoped he wouldn’t notice
her brazen behavior, anything to feel the touch of his finger on her
nipple. “EEEEEWWWW,” she couldn’t
contain the rush of air that raced from her lungs as his fingers gripped her
nipple tightly. She hadn’t expected
that, wanted a gentle caress, instead her nipple felt like it was trapped in a
vice. She tried to pull away, but his
finger tightened on her nipple, the swollen bud tugged harshly until she arched
her back again.
“Nice hard nip,” Michael teased her; his fingers twisted
and turned the rubbery tip. “Why don’t
we slip that top off your shoulders?
That way I can see those lovely naked titties.” He pulled his hand from beneath the top, but
only long enough to slip it from her shoulders and down her arms, the rope kept
him from taking it completely off. “Now
stick them titties out for me again Gretchen.
There such a pretty pair, meant to be on display for all to see.”
His fingers dug into her back again until she arched
up into the air ashamed her nipples were swollen with lust. The one he had touched, pinched was more to
the point, was so big Gretchen never felt anything like it.
“Them titties were made for sucking,” his head moved down
until his hand cradled one of her breasts, his lips quickly surrounded the hard
tip and sucked it deep into his mouth.
His tongue instantly moved out and attacked the hard tip, slapped back
and forth and bit down with his teeth just below the areola to hold her
still. His other hand moved to her other
breast, his fingers danced over the nipple to make it stand at attention; his
fingernail snapped the tip harshly and felt her body jerk in pain as the loud
snap of his fingernail touched the delicate nub.
His beard scraped her tender breast flesh as his head
moved down. She tried to stop him, shook
her upper body but it only added to her humiliation, her naked breasts bounced sensuously
up and down. Gretchen’s hands clenched in a fist as she
felt his lips around her nipple before she felt the terrible pressure as he
sucked her nipple deep into her mouth and felt it stretch. She could only arch her back to ease the
pressure, a sudden rush raced through her body as his tongue dashed back and
forth over the swollen tip. It felt so
rough as it lashed at the tip, as Gretchen found her other breast manhandled by
his hand, his powerful fingers dug deep into the tender flesh. “OOOWWW,” she cried out, his finger snapped her
nipple, and ignited a deep pain. He
moved his face around between her cleavage and sandpapered her silky skin, her
nipple trapped just below by his teeth. Gretchen held her breath, afraid he
would bite too hard.
He cupped both of her breasts in his hands, as his head
moved back and forth, making sure that she felt his beard rake over the hard
tips. “Too rough for you Gretchen?”
“Your beard hurts,” she protested.
“Would you rather have my smooth cock slides back and
forth between those lovely pillows?” The
thought of his cock sliding back and forth as he clenched them tightly around
it, her mouth only inches as the head of his cock pulled out the end excited
him.
“NO! NO!” She couldn’t fathom such a thing. At least she was still a bit safe, he hadn’t
taken his cock out yet. Maybe he would
just play with her body and let her go.
Go and take her Mother as he promised, though she hated to subject her
Mother to such depravity.
Michael got up from the side of her and moved behind
her. He looked over her shoulders to
gaze at those lovely tits. His hands
slid around her side to cup beneath them, hefting them up like they were
basketballs to be put on display. He
couldn’t help but notice how swollen her nipples were. Her areolas were large, the size of half
dollars, dark brown, surrounding the pink nipples that stood out so
proudly. “Watch your tits while I play
with them,” he ordered her. His fingers
played around the areolas as he teased the flesh before he snapped both of her
nipples. She tried to push back away but
he was ready. “Stick out them
tits.” He waited for a second to his
order to sink in. “Or Daddy’s going to
get punished for it.” She didn’t
hesitate any longer. “Yes, that’s a good
girl. He pinched both of her nipples
between his fingers and watched as the rubbery flesh clenched between the vice
like grip. He began to pull them out,
turn and twist them as he stretched her luscious tits out of shape.
She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her
delicate breasts. He treated them
harshly, her nipples ached from his pinching fingers and now the yanking,
Gretchen having no choice but to arch her back higher, her breasts pulled to
almost an oblong as her nipples pulled over an inch long. She didn’t know how much longer she could
stand it. Just a quickly as he yanked
them, he let them go, Gretchen embarrassed as they jiggled up and down on her
chest when he released them.
“You like your titties played with Gretchen?” Michael began to gently caress her nipples
again as he teased the tips back and forth.
Even with the pinching, they were still erect, gentle probing by his
fingertips all that was needed to bring them back to full attention. She shook her head no, but Michael could tell
that this one might like it rough. With
her nipples erect, his fingers crushed them again, Gretchen moaned in pain but
doing little to stop his harsh treatment.
He twisted and turned the nipples, his fingers pinched tighter and
tighter as they tried to slip out of his grip. He yanked her tits out of shape
again, this time her nipples stretched over an inch and a half long, yanked
high up into the air.
Her breasts slapped back onto her chest as Michael
released his grip. Again, his touch
became gentle, his fingertips almost soft as they lightly danced over her
nipples. Gretchen couldn’t stop her body
from reacting as she arched her back to push them deeper into his hands.
“You like that Gretchen. I can tell.
You’ve been such a good girl I think I’ll let you cum.” He waited for her reaction, her head turned
to look at him in shock.
“NOOOO! Not
that!” She twisted her body, the rope dug
into her wrists reminding her that she had no control over her body and that Michael
could do anything he wanted to her. She
would resist him as best as she could.
Michael got up from the bed and moved the full length
mirror that was over on the other side of the room until it was at the foot of
her bed. “This way you can see me play
with your pussy. You’ll like that.” He could see the shame in her face, wanting
more of it. Nothing was worse for a
young girl than being forced to cum while masturbated. And watching as it happens. He moved behind her. “Now kneel up real tall and stare at the
mirror. I want you to see everything as
I do it.”
Gretchen had no choice, her body rose up high,
Michael snuggled up behind her, his hands around her waist. She looked in the mirror, embarrassed as she
saw Michael’s smirking face look at her half naked body, his hands around her
waist, sure where they would go next.
“Don’t do this to me,” tears fell down her cheeks.
“Don’t worry Gretchen. I think you’ll cum nicely for me. I can’t wait to feel inside your hot, tight
pussy.” Michael’s hands slid down her
hips, felt her body tremble as he got close to her pussy. “Spread your knees wider Gretchen. I need to be able to play with your
pussy.” His hands slid along the front
of her legs and moved between her tightly clenched thighs, pushed in until she
relented and began to shuffle her knees wider.
She couldn’t help the feeling she had, a rush of
arousal that she was sure that soaked her panties. His hands, rough calloused hands pushed
between her silky thighs until she had no choice but to spread her legs,
Michael insistent, pinched her tender thighs until she spread her legs wider
and wider. She looked into the mirror,
her kneeling legs spread wide, her panties pulled tightly around her mound,
Gretchen ashamed that she thought she could see a wet spot on the front of her
panties.
“Yes, that’s a how a good girl should be. Spread and ready to be masturbated.” Michael’s large hands spread to the inside of
her thighs and moved close to the folds of her panties his fingers teased along
the tiny stubble that ran along her bikini line. He watched Gretchen’s face, her lips clenched
tightly, holding her breath as he teased so close to her pussy. He was sure that she was already wet as his
fingers played close along her panty edges.
He pushed the panties in, sliding along her naked pussy lips, teasing
the tiny, blonde hairs that peeked out beneath the panties as her body jerked
when the follicles resonated with arousal.
It was almost too much to fathom, her body trembled
as Michael teased so close to her sex, yet never fully touched her. She almost wished her hands weren’t bound so
she could play with her pussy as she did often late at night. She could feel Michael push behind her,
feeling his cock touching her ass. God,
it must be huge, feeling like a log as it throbbed against her panty covered
ass cheeks. He’d split her open with
such a thing. Maybe if she came for him he would leave her alone. She watched his fingers yanked her panties
until almost all of her pussy lips were naked, the blonde hair that she so
neatly trimmed barely visible. The
panties only covered her slit, his fingers sending such delicious tremors
through her body, Gretchen resigned to let Michael masturbate her to
climax. The sooner the better to end
this terrible humiliation.
Michael could feel her surrender, her body rubbing
gently back and forth in spite of his hard cock dug into her ass cheeks. His fingers toyed with her pussy lips,
exposing them to the mirror as his fingers danced back and forth over the silky
hairs. His hand moved quickly, one large
palm gripped her pussy like a bowling bowl and clenched with his fingers. He felt her jerk up as one fat finger found
her slit and wormed her panties into the moistened gash.
“AAAWWW.” The shock of his hand engulf her sex was so
unexpected. She felt the pressure on her
sex, one finger pulsated between her lips, Gretchen sure that she could feel
his heart beat at the tip of his finger.
The tip that lay so close to her pleasure button. Her hips shook from side to side, not sure
why. Was
she trying to dislodge the finger? Or
make it touch her clit.
Michael gripped her pussy lips between three fingers,
two on each side of her puffy lips, one snuggled tightly in her gash. He pinched them together. Hard.
Her body shook as he pinched the delicate lips, his other finger
relentless as it moved between her panty soaked lips.
His caresses had turned harsh again, Gretchen almost
bit her lip as she watched in the mirror the fingers that had such strength
pinch her delicate pussy lips. And that
persistent finger that moved inside her lips, rubbed relentlessly up and down
her slit in spite of the tremendous pressure of his fingers on her pussy
lips. She moved up higher, her thighs
spread so far that she thought she was going to split up the middle. Anything to ease the pressure of Michael’s
hand between her legs.
“Ask me to play with your naked pussy Gretchen.” He gripped her pussy tighter, her lips
pinched harshly, his finger dug into her gash.
He tugged her lips in his powerful fingers, seeing the shocked look on
her face at being sexually manhandled.
She had no choice, her sex felt like it was caught in
a vice. And that finger was so
discerning, always arousing her as she could never do to herself. “Play with my pussy,” she begged.
“Your naked pussy?”
“Yes, play with my naked pussy,” resigned to being
stripped naked and forced to cum.
Michael didn’t even both to take her panties off, it
was even more humiliating to leave them on.
He slipped his hands in the waistband as he felt her suck in her stomach
to accommodate his large hand. He slid
his hand down until he brushed over the top of her bush, her body trembled as
he yanked a sprig of hair until she yelped.
Before she could react again, his hand slid down over her naked vulva,
his hand found her pussy wet, the wide spread of her legs left her pussy lips
open and vulnerable. His fat finger
found her slit and slid in, enjoying the wet, slick inner lips. “I like a girl that gets wet for me,” he
teased her. “And you’re drenched.”
He had found her secret, her pussy aroused by his
fingers. She turned red in shame as she
twisted her body. The rope that cut deep
into her wrists enforced her submission.
She could see the finger beneath her panties, felt the calloused flesh
slip so unceremoniously between her lips, caress her most intimate inner
flesh. It moved around inside her lips,
almost clinically as it inspected her.
She wished she could clamp her thighs together, trap the finger inside
her, trap the lovely feeling that it was bringing her. Her hips began to hump up and down, Gretchen
slid her ass along the cock that throbbed on her cheeks. She
could only imagine how it would feel inside her. How big it was. Would he take her hard? Or gentle?
Michael wanted to see her naked pussy, pulled his
hand up, gripped the top edge of the panties and slid them down over her hips
until they wouldn’t go any farther due the spread of her legs. She had such a nicely trimmed bush. And the blonde hairs made it almost
invisible. Her lips were pronounced, the
spread of her legs had parted her lips, exposing the pink inner lips that
glistened with her juices. He pulled
back from behind her, wanting to see her ass.
“Nice ass,” his finger slid along her crack, passed quickly over her
anus before she could even protest the rude handling. He pushed in close to her and rubbed his cock
on her naked ass cheeks. “Can you feel
my cock Gretchen? You’re making it so
hard. You’re going to have to take care
of it after you cum.”
She barely heard him, his fingers that slid over her
ass distracted her, a spasm in her anus as his fingertip touched her in such an
intimate place. Luckily for her he
continued on, his hands returned to her pussy, Gretchen watched as his fingers
peeled back her pussy lips, showed her pink insides so obscenely to the mirror
that reflected back her humiliation. She
was ashamed at the way it sparkled in the light, her juices glistened. She watched in almost slow motion as his hand
moved back down between her legs, this time one fat finger pointed out,
Gretchen knowing where it was going. He
was going to put it inside her. She
spread her legs as wide as she could.
Even his finger was big, bigger than the boy’s cock that had fucked her
twice. She had barely felt him inside
her, sure that would not be the case with Michael’s finger. Or Michael’s cock, the huge erection rubbed
so sensuously over her ass cheeks.
Michael pushed his fingertip against her tight hole,
drenched with her juices, her body tense, waiting for him to enter her. He tapped at her hole as her ran his finger
around the edge, each time pushed out wider and wider, preparing her for his
fingers. He snuggled his finger into her
hole, pushed until he felt her open up for him, Gretchen kneeled taller as he
began to enter her. He twisted his
finger as he pushed in, her slick passage gripped his finger as he drove it in
up to the knuckle.
She let out a gasp as his finger entered her so
forcefully, her body going rigid as her sex was impaled on the fat finger that
drove so unceremoniously inside her. It
wasn’t like a lover, she was stripped naked, kneeling before a mirror as an
older man slipped his finger inside her as if he owned her. And he did, the tight rope that bound her
arms leaving no doubt in her mind that Michael could and probably would do
anything to her that he wanted. And she
knew that she couldn’t even fathom the perversities he might force on her
untrained body. Yet at the same time she
tugged on her ropes, the pain as they dug into her wrists mixed with the
pleasure the finger that wormed deeper and deeper inside her brought her. She looked between her legs, Michael’s
fingers lost in the deep folds of her sex.
His knuckle banged against her pussy, the finger still twisted and turned
in spite of not moving any deeper. She
tightened her pussy on the finger, as she tested how big it was. It filled her so completely, yet it was only
one finger. She was afraid he would put
more inside her, but at the same time she hoped he would, wanting the experience
of being full.
“Such a hot, tight box, Gretchen. Yes, tighten up on my finger. Show me how much you like to be finger
fucked.” His finger began to fuck in and
out of her pussy, her hips rolled gently from side to side, her pussy gripped
his finger possessively. “Tell me how
much you like it Gretchen?” He pushed
his finger in deep, scraping the inside walls of her pussy. “Tell me?”
She kneeled higher as his finger scrapped along her
tender insides harshly. She had heard
him, but didn’t want to embarrass herself, but he would have none of it, pain
his only response. “I like it,” her
voice trembled. But it was true, the
image in the mirror making her more aroused, the hand between her legs brought
such pleasure to her in spite of the force.
She didn’t even protest, only a gasp from her lips as a second finger
joined the first, her legs bowed out even farther, anything to accommodate
them. Her pussy felt so stretched, sure
that it would be even worse with his cock.
Or better, her arousal confused her brain. It was so humiliating. And exciting to watch as Michael masturbated
her so openly in the mirror as her body bounced up and down on his
fingers. She could see how slick his
fingers were, glistening as Michael pulled them from her pussy and than thrust
back in so fast that she gasped.
She couldn’t control her hips any longer, a gentle
fucking motion as she drew her pussy up and down the two thick fingers that
plunged into the hot depths of her pussy.
It was almost surreal to see her naked image shooting back from the
mirror, her legs spread wide, his fingers buried deep between her thighs. Even when he shoved his fingers in too deep,
Gretchen shoved her ass back to try to escape the pain, only finding a
throbbing cock shoved unnaturally against her anus, her widespread legs leaving
her backside vulnerable to his thick cock.
When he thought she couldn’t take any more, he upped
the ante, forcing three fat fingers into her tight pussy, her face clenched in
pain as he slowly and forcefully shoved aside all her resistance, bury them
deep inside her. He felt her shudder
when they were in finger deep, twisted and turns them, making her feel the
bones of his knuckles rubbing her tender insides. She
breathed heavy now, her hips still moved unconsciously, his other hand snaked
around her hips to find the top of her slit.
He looked in the mirror, watching her eyes open wide when he found her
clit, pulled the hood back to expose the hard, red pleasure button to the harsh
reality of the mirror.
It felt like he had a fist inside her as she bowed
out her legs as she clenched her body in pain, her pussy stretched to the
limit. The fingers never stopped moving,
slid in and out, shoved aside her muscles to dig deep into her intimate
body. His other hand shocked her,
staring in the mirror as she saw her clit for the first time in such a
state. It was huge, red and swollen, his
fingers along the edges of it, sending tremors through her body. She watched in slow motion as his fingers
moved on both sides of her clit, the pressure built as they tightened, Gretchen
watching in awe as the blood rushed to the crushed tip, the heavy throbbing
feeling like her heart was in her clit.
“OOOOOH,” she moaned loudly in pleasure, her hips rose up high as the
fingers continued to pinch her clit.
“Pleassseee,” she begged, not even sure what she was begging for. She only wanted release, wanting to cum so
badly.
“Yes Gretchen.
Cum for me now. Show me the way
you spend.” He snapped her clit, feeling
her body jerk back and forth from the unexpected shock of her pleasure button
slapped so harshly. It drove her hips up
and down, his fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, the pain forced her
pussy to tighten on his fingers, Michael not believing how tight she could
get.
The fingers inside her twisted and turned, all the
while his other finger played her clit like a musician, knowing just the right
touch to send her over the edge. She
came, the orgasm exploded in her body almost unexpected, Gretchen having no
control over her own bodily functions, watching in the mirror as her nipples
swelled in pleasure, her body shook and trembled as Michael masturbated
her. The pleasure exploded in her brain,
the rope tightened, her bare breasts bounced up and down, her reflection only
adding to the pleasure. And the
humiliation, a young girl stripped naked on her own bed, kneeling tall, her
legs spread wide, a strange, older man’s finger inside her, intimately
masturbating her to climax while she could only watch her own defilement in the
mirror that refused to hide her shame.
It seemed like hours as she came, her body twisted
and tossed about, each time she thought the orgasm was over, Michael’s fingers
would bring her to a higher level, her pussy and clit fingered to
perfection. She finally slumped over,
Michael’s hand no longer supporting her body.
Her legs were still spread wide, bent in two, her ass thrust up, her
panties still high on her thighs.
Michael looked down at her, her ass spread so
obscenely before him, her spread legs leaving her anus open and
unprotected. He couldn’t resist the
temptation, his fingers playing up and down her sweat drenched crack, paying
special attention to her tiny anus, feeling the tiny hole flutter from his
intimate inspection. “Nice asshole
Gretchen. You ever have anything up
there?” He pressed the pad of his finger
on the tight knot of her anus, feeling the spasms running through the virgin
hole.
Michael’s hand on her back kept her pinned down, her
bent over body not allowing her to close her legs. And now Michael was touching her backside
intimately. Not her sex, but her anus,
his finger rubbed around the hole, Gretchen almost feeling the pulse in his
fingertip as it pressed against her resisting hole. “NNNNNO!”
She protested the indignity, never realizing that anyone would want to
even consider doing such a thing. It was
just too filthy.
The scream tore through the house, the sound of
Gretchen’s sister shrill voice shattering the silence. “I can’t take it,” she screamed in
protest. “Not that, not on my nipple,”
her ear piercing scream ringing out again.
“Take it all the way in or I’ll pinch them off,” one
of the men’s voice responded.
Gretchen looked up at Michael.
“It’s Joe. He
has a long cock. Real long, over ten
inches. He loves to butt fuck
girls. Make them take his snake up their
ass. But he makes them sit on his cock
and shove it in their ass, a painful process I’m sure. Especially for a young, anal virgin like your
sister. If they fail to take it, he has
some nice nipple clamps and even a pair of vice grips that he attaches to her
nipples. The heavy tool will pull her
breast down below her waist, the delicate nipple trapped painfully between the
unyielding metal. She’ll suffer until
she takes all of his cock in her ass. To
make it worse, the pain in her nipples makes her asshole tighter, making it
harder for her to ass fuck herself on his cock.” Her scream tore through the house again, the
blinding agony of Joe’s cock in her asshole sending shock waves of pain in her
body.
“Once fully seated in her asshole, it will
begin. His powerful rutting as she is
forced to take the full measure of his ten inches of thick cock in her
asshole. He’s been known to butt fuck a
girl for twenty minutes, twenty minutes of ass pounding that many girls will
pass out, thankful for the welcome relief.
But they only wake up, his cock still churning up her ass guts.”
She looked at Michael in fear, his finger played with
her asshole. Would he take her up the ass? Gretchen
not sure she could handle the unnatural probing of his cock in her intestines.
“Don’t worry honey, I’m not going to butt fuck
you. Not if you suck my cock real good
and make me cum.” He could see the look
of disgust on her face as he mentioned a blow job. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to suck
cock. I’ve seen you with the gun. You’re a natural.” He laughed as he got up from the bed. He began to take off his clothes, her eyes
stared directly at him. He pulled his cock
from his pants, her eyes opened wide in astonishment. “Never seen anything that big before
Gretchen? Was your boyfriend a pencil
dick?” He stroked his cock, the flesh grew
thicker, her tongue ran around her lips exciting him.
To
Be Continued
Three
college girls are each caught in the small Southern town for a minor traffic
infraction, unaware of their dire circumstances until they are brought to the
Heather,
the college cheerleader refuses the advances of the men. The men inflict their
perversions on her body by force, enjoying her cries and torment as they
brutally rape, and subject her body to the most horrendous pain, enjoying their
lust on her pain-racked body.
Jessica
surrenders to the men, in hopes that cooperation would temper their lust. Instead, the men are driven to push her
limits, submitting her young body to greater perversions. Each time Jessica hoped it would be the
last. She is surprised each time and
appalled at the lengths and depths of the men’s depravity.
And
Emily, the shy, honor student. The beautiful sweet girl, that blushes at a
dirty joke. The men enjoy each time
humiliating her, forcing her to perform for them, her shame having no bounds. She is forced to commit the most perverse
acts on the men, their laughing and taunting degrading her as she resigns
reluctantly to their sexual perversions.
Read
how their young bodies are speared by thick cocks. How they are forced to suck cocks, many
forced brutally down their throats, their pussies fucked repeatedly as they are
tossed about on the bed in lust, none of their orifices spared as they endure
the ultimate perversion, sodomized by the men. See how they cope as they are
driven deeper and deeper into the depths of Hell in a place called the