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Help Meat (A Dystopian Tale part 1) · Fetish · There’s something in the bible I heard preached when I was very young, back when girls were still allowed to go to school. It described Eve as Adam’s “help-meet,” and went on to add that just as with the world with all its animals, women were put upon the Earth to benefit men. The reading came again a few weeks later after there had been rioting in the streets. The monotone voice again repeated that women were intended by God to be the perfect servants of men, a resource to be used and enjoyed—even harvested as sustenance to feed hungry bellies. “Let the woman return to her original purpose,” the speaker had said. “She is made for recreation, for procreation, and above all else—to nourish and sustain men.”
I was twelve when I was taken from my family. I have no idea what became of my mother and two younger sisters, for they had vanished like so many women and blemished girls. My older sister still lives, as far as I know, doing one of the many things attractive girls must do. As for me, my name is Dani, and at fourteen years old I’m almost to the age of usefulness. This camp that I am staying at is actually meant to deprogram boys and teach them God’s will. Each camper is assigned a girl as his project on the first day. For one month that boy is expected to work with his girl, doing his best to ready her for service. This involves a lot of coaching, as our thoughts too, were in need of correction. My boy is Pete, a tall lanky youth with thin hands. Once Pete had played the piano, but now I’m his instrument.
The first part of each day I must spend in the tank. For three hours I’m required to swim without resting—never touching the sides unless absolutely necessary. I am of course naked as all girls are. We can wear robes when we get chilly. But if a male staff member should cross our path, we are to uncover ourselves for his inspection. For we females are lowly creatures. Such things as privacy or pride are a male privilege only.
It would not be so bad, except for the blistering summer heat. The men are never too concerned, since girls are not to live long anyway. But at least most places around the park are protected somehow. The tank where I swim has a wooden overhang. Even the walkways we girls take to get to our meals have covers overhead.
It is a Tuesday and I have finished my swim. I towel off my chilled body, and then I await the arrival of my coach. At age fourteen my breasts are now at last showing promise. I suppose I would be into a C cup by now, if such a thing as bras still existed. Pete will focus on my breasts first in his obsession to make them larger.
I pad into the empty gymnasium beside my tank, starting on the bench press to strengthen my pecs. After this I do my sets of push-ups, followed by cable flies. Pete enters the gym and quietly watches me as I work, his gaze on my chest as I separate my arms. “Done pullovers yet?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Pull downs?” No. Another negative. “You’re behind, Dani.”
I nod, and as I stand, he gestures me over to the freestyle weights. We work together for about an hour, and Pete makes me repeat the sets he missed. “Now stand before me,” he commands in his bossiest voice. I obey at once, my head turning sideways as his hands massage my breasts.
I tense when he takes my nipples and pinches them gently, rolling them thoughtfully between his fingers.
“Your sister’s tits are huge,” Pete says, “So I know we can get you there, too.” He cradles my right breast, rubbing it firmly between his palms. “She’s a swimmer, isn’t she? That’s the work I want for you. It’ll keep you cool in the summer. During the winter they heat the water so it’s no big deal.”
I nod, thinking of my many long hours each day in the smaller tank behind the aquarium, away from the public’s view. The large glass container had once held salt water and fish, but now the water was pure, slightly warmed and clear. All the girls in the performance pool out front are at least seventeen, with thin waists and jewelry adorned breasts that sway and bob as they move. Some are costumed as mermaids, while others crouch before the underwater glass, spreading their legs for the men on the level below to see. It is a millionaire’s club—or a billionaire’s club. I’m not sure which and I guess it doesn’t matter. Though now I see the police in the parking lots, too. The elite who run this club favor the town’s sheriff, a greasy fat man who supplies them with the prettiest girls.
Pete is crouching before me, his knees spreading my thighs where I stand, then pulling apart my girlhood with his fingers. I continue to look away, my eyes closed as I feel one finger find the wet spot between my legs. He rubs gently, a slow circular motion that spreads my fluids out, making me slippery in every crevice. Then he slides one finger slowly in. I open my mouth, licking my lips as the finger crooks and explores my interior. Pete pulls it back out and shows it to me, flecked white with my juices. He returns to his work, separating my folds and spreading them flat. Two fingers sink in, reaching upward as far as they can. Pete is holding my buttocks close to his chest, his arm cocked as more fingers glide in. Four fingers now, clamped together to form a funnel.
“What are women for, Dani?” Pete asks. He is up on his knees, his strong arms around me.
“To . . .” I am panting. “Please men!”
“Exactly.” Pete tucks his thumb into the funnel of his half-inserted fingers. “Slow and easy,” he croons. I feel the skin around my opening stretch wide almost to tearing.
Remembering my previous sessions, I breathe slowly, deeply, and relax my legs. “Good girl,” Pete observes. His strong arm holds me steady as he works. “Now what is God’s will?”
“That I should please men,” I answer. I lean over his head, my fingers grabbing his hair. He is tilting his hand slowly from side to side, softening the mouth of my pussy even more.
“Dani,” he admonishes. “You’re trying too hard. Shall we give you your pill?”
“Y-yes!” I cry. Smiling, he reaches into his pocket and produces the tiny tablet. I swallow it quickly, gratefully, and then droop forward again, my soft breasts draping over his head.
He continues to smile, his hand maintaining the gentle rocking. His four fingers are half inside me, with the added girth of his thumb. He rotates his hand in a circular motion, tilting it up and down, and then side to side. I am feeling the heaviness begin in my legs. My tongue goes dry, cottony. I feel my eyelids drooping. He removes his hand and lowers me onto my back, his hands separating first my petals, and then my opening. I hear the pumping sound as he squirts lube through a tiny straw directly inside me. “Gently now,” he breathes.
I close my eyes. The fingers are stretching me more with every movement, and I feel them pushing, working their way in. Pete has my pelvis lifted—pillowed on his thigh. My legs are up and flopped to each side, my feet dangling close to my shoulders. The pressure continues as the fingers twist, as more of the thumb makes it in. I feel my muscles submitting around his hand, the tight sensation easing somewhat. There is one more hard push, and then he is in me, embraced by my flesh, his entire hand delving inward.
I am drifting with the currents of the drug, feeling his hand pressing me out, the fingers turning to expand my interior. He progresses until his knuckles touch my cervix. I let out a gasp, though my sleepy eyes are closed.
“Now listen to my voice,” he says. “This camp is about preparing you girls to be women in this new world. Proper women—not like what you were before. The grownups can’t do it. There are strict laws against pedophilia now. But they can watch if they want to, because they are men, and men can do whatever they want.”
“Whatever they want,” I repeat dully.
“This is the first time I’ve had my whole hand inside you,” he tells me. “You’re so amazing, Dani. I am proud of you.”
I nod as his hand glides in and out, exits and re-enters my body. I feel fluid dripping down, the feathery touch of his fingertips on my clit. With every stroke my body submits more, my muscles softening under the pressure and pull of his hand. He seems tireless as he works, his muscles rippling in his arm as he changes angles, sinking deeper than before, touching places no one’s been. He motions me to cross my ankles, then lifts my legs over my belly, holding them aloft with his hand behind my knees. He rolls into a crouch, and now uses the weight of his arm to drive quickly in and out. I grunt rhythmically with each penetration. More liquid dribbles where I can feel it. I can see his hand glistening as it withdraws, his tanned smooth skin flecked white with my juices. He enters again and pauses, then speeds up his tempo, the hand barely entering before snapping back out. I am loose now around his wrist, my flesh yielding as he turns and angles and stretches. Then once more he resumes the deep plunges. A whole hour passes and still Pete works. He is panting hard with exertion, sweat trickling down his neck. I climax twice and still he continues, his face sprayed with my fluids.
“You’re a good girl, Dani,” Pete soothes as he works. “I’ve made a device I want you to wear to bed tonight, and every night. It’ll be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
“Okay,” I mumble groggily.
“As much as I’m loosening you right now, in an hour you’ll be tight as a drum again, maybe even more. We need to keep training your body. It must remember how to open, be readily accessible whenever men want it. Most men want to fist, but rarely are willing to do the work. So you must do it for them. Understand?”
I close my eyes as Pete lowers my legs. Now he raises one to his shoulder, my other one dangling free. He rolls again to his knees, and lifts my pelvis with him. The hand is gliding in and out, so effortless I barely feel him.
Then finally he withdraws and sets me down, wiping me out gently with a warmed washcloth. I feel him strap something around my waist. Then something firm and cold slides in. There is a pull and click of a buckle in front, and then another behind. “There,” Pete says in satisfaction. “That’ll hold it in place. Wear this for the rest of the day, ok? And to bed tonight. Over time we’ll swap this out—graduating to larger sizes. But this is good to start.”
“You do nice work,” an older voice said. “Keep track of her depth from now on. Vagina and rectal both, if or when you get that far. You can pass the info on to the next boy assigned to her. I was wondering.” The doctor eyed Pete speculatively. “If you’d like to stay on after next week. Work part time here while you’re going to school.”
“What would I do?” Pete went to the sink to wash his fingers. I climb to my feet, staring at the length of black leather around my waist. I could feel the object hard within me, and the trickle of fluids down my leg.
“Help train the new boys coming in,” the doctor said. “You could also measure these girls and keep a spreadsheet. The measurer’s in your kit. Have you used it yet?”
The doctor turned and I lost track of the voices. My insides were warm and pleasantly achy, the area between my legs throbbing.
“It’s a deal then,” the doctor said in a hearty voice. “Good. I’ve been watching you work and I recognize your skill. It’s not just about getting as much as you can to fit. It’s an artform—as you know. A kind of dance.”
I like to think I’m helping her reach her full potential.”
The doctor coughs. “That’s a great way to see it,” he says. “The value of the woman depends entirely upon her usefulness. Even those we harvest for food—even they have more purpose in life than a woman left on her own.”
There was a pause as the doctor sauntered off. Then I felt Pete’s hand on my bare shoulder. “Think you can walk with that thing?” he asks. I nod slowly and take a few steps.
***
“Get your holes nicely stuffed?” Breanne glares at me across the aisle. The barn is chilly today, its high rafters filled with the chatter of small birds. I sprawl sideways on my bunk, the highest of a stack of three. The barn has been styled in the manner of the Auschwitz prisoner barracks, with long narrow rows of bunks. There are three rows altogether, with the capacity to hold ninety girls in one barn. We have numbers assigned to us, too, like the residents of the Nazi camps. Only ours are hidden—tiny microchips beneath our skin.
I shrug. The blond girl hates me intensely. “Just the one,” I respond.
“She’s jealous of Pete,” another girl quipped. This was Diane, a fiery redhead that the men favored.
“I am not!” Breanne returns hotly. “I just hate how she just lays there. Like she’s not even alive! And look. He’s put a spacer inside her. Gonna stretch her nice and wide!”
I glare at the rafters, my arms pillowing my head. “We’re supposed to stay open, aren’t we?"
“No, we’re supposed to fight!” snarls Breanne. “We are human beings, not livestock. How dare they?”
Another girl peeks out from under my bunk, her raven hair swirling down her arm. “They are following God’s word,” she says. “Have you read it? Women were made for the happiness of men; it’s very clear in the bible. Adam was unhappy, and so God made him a help meet. That’s us. We are here to help however we can.”
“Help the men?” Breanne growls the words. “By letting them torture us? Have you heard the cries from the barn on the hill? Or letting them harvest our bodies as if we are cattle? They have women attached to machines for at least two years. All those women do all day is hang there and produce milk. That’s slavery!”
“The men rule over us.” Helen replies, her blue eyes meeting mine. I like my bunk mate. She is a year younger than me. And just like Helen Burns her namesake from Jane Eyre, she is a calming influence, and very smart. “They decide where we fit the best—where we can be the most useful.”
“And if the men decide you’re best at being ground into hamburger—”
Helen shrugs. “I’m not ugly, so I doubt that would happen.”
I tune them out and return my gaze to the rafters. The dildo inside me isn’t so uncomfortable if I stay on my back.
The girls go on talking around me, Breanne expressing her outrage over my docile behavior.
“She’ll live longer,” Helen says from beneath me. “But with that attitude, Breanne, you might find yourself at the torture barn.”
The torture barn. My innards writhe at the thought, for like everyone else I hear stories. Some men like happy things to do with women, appreciating the beauty of our form, or even our taste alongside beans and potatoes. But not all men have the same needs. The torture barn caters to a gentlemen’s club, and the unfortunate girls carted off into the forest are never again seen. But they are heard. Late at night if I happen to wake, I can catch the sounds of the far-off screaming. Not all the girls cry out. But when they do, the terrifying cries echo in my ears, haunting my thoughts for days to come.
***
I hear the bell for dinner and jump from my bunk, wincing as the dildo bruises me inside. The food is good here. They feed us as though we are prized pigs. Everything is organic and healthy—superfoods to keep us tasty if or when they decide to harvest our meat. I attack my meal with gusto as I do every night. It is a plate of peeled carrots, topped with chickpeas, pumpkin and sunflower seeds, and hemp hearts. Added to the mix is ginger powder, a splash of apple cider vinegar, and nutritious yeast. It is delicious and I eat every forkful, washing it down with a glass of iced mushroom coffee.
Doctor Burns appears behind our tables and saunters slowly, his hands behind his back, to the dais up front. The boys from the camp appear in his wake, each carrying a chair that they place beside our tables. The doctor plugs in the microphone at the back of the dais, then gives it a tap to call the room to order. “Pete Jennings,” he calls in his ringing voice. “Has your girl finished her dinner?”
Pete stands slowly and glances my way. “She has, Dr. Burns.”
“Excellent!” the doctor exclaims. “Bring her forward along with your tools.”
I tense as I stand, the skin prickling behind my neck. The doctor continues to address the entire room. “This boy performs in ways that outstrips some of our best full-time trainers; hence I have asked him to stay on as part of our staff. I thought it might benefit the rest of you boys to observe his techniques. Peter,” the doctor gestures to the table being wheeled onto the dais. “Do you have everything you need for a demonstration of your skills?”
Peter frowns at me as I step to his side, then turning his body in such a way as to hide his right hand, he passes me the little pill to help me relax. I turn away, gulping it down quickly as I climb shakily onto the table. He gestures me onto my back, then nods toward the doctor.
“What now, Sir?”
The doctor seats himself in front of our tables. “Pretend we’re not here. Consider this another session. Business as usual.”
I close my eyes and will myself to sleep. Pete’s hands are on my breasts, kneading them firmly. He pauses as he works, leaning over to finger my clit.
I breathe deeply, a wave of fatigue creeping down my limbs. Pete takes his time with my breasts, his fingers digging through the tissue to find my muscles.
“Why do that?” One boy calls from the left side of the room.
When Pete fails to respond, the doctor speaks for him. “It gets her juices flowing. You should be doing this, too—all of you. A lot of men still get off on the breasts. Better to have our girls ready for whatever comes.”
I float with the effects of the drug, my legs raising up as Pete slides them into the stirrups. He lifts me to the point that I feel a breeze between my buttocks and the cushion I am on. The design of this table is alien to me, appearing to have been created for this purpose. It has a light that Pete switches on to shine between my legs, fully illuminating my groin.
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“If she was a year older, he could double it now,” the doctor says. “Have any of you boys gotten to that part in your books?”
A few raise their hands. Smiling, Peter glances at his fellow campers hurrying to gather around the table. “She’s not fighting you at all,” one observes, staring down. A boy moves next to Pete, his fingers reaching in to spread my folds back, making the entry and exit of Pete’s hand more visible in the light. A few boys trade places with Pete, their hands penetrating me as Pete’s had done, so smoothly I barely notice. I am aware of hands holding my buttocks, lifting my pelvis even higher. Pete’s arm is in me again, the elbow rising and falling, the wet sounds filling my ears.
“She’s a good girl,” Pete said. He is rotating his fisting hand carefully, massaging my sore interior.
***
That night I sleep without the dildo. It is Pete’s idea, since I worked so hard today. I watch a girl braid Breanne’s hair as sleep eludes me. The girls are the rebels in our group, but tonight they seem subdued, as if Diane’s threat of the torture
barn still lingered in their heads. Horror stories abounded of the torture barn. No death was easy there.
“If we’re dead, we can’t fight back,” I hear one of the girls say.
“We can’t resist them,” whispers the other. “Christianity has taken this country completely. It’s worse than Afghanistan now.”
“I don’t know about that,” Breanne says. “They’re probably just as bad. They don’t have red meat, either, right? And real men can’t live without it. Show me a man who’s vegan and I will bet you my last penny he’s gay.”
Pete eats meat, I think as I drift off, dreaming obscurely of men wearing dresses and swimming in the tank with mermaid tails.
***
The new day brings a blast of chilled air onto my face as I jerk awake. The barn doors are open, the bell ringing us girls to breakfast. I stop absently for my shot as I leave the barn, then trot naked, the third in a long line of sleepy nude bodies. The boys and men pause grinning to watch us, and I avoid their eyes as a proper girl should.
Our breakfast is oatmeal, with raisins and honey. Once again it is the best oats money could buy—seeded organic oats with fresh moist raisins. We top this with cold milk and drink it down with mushroom coffee. Dessert is an orange, thin skinned and bursting with juice.
***
I sink into the water of the tank and breast-stroke to the other side. Watching me, Pete frowns. “What have I said about shaking loose first?” He crouches beside the pool and I swim to a stop below him. “Your muscles support your breasts,” he said. “But they are separate. To be a swimmer your breasts must move freely with the water. They cannot be tethered to your muscles. Now go on; assume the position.”
I nod and reach downward with my arms, my legs beneath me as I pretend to crawl on my hands and knees. I hold my arms away from my body and jerk my knees forward and back, the motion of the water catching my breasts, dragging them to and fro. I double my speed until my breasts are flopping back and forth. Then I change my movement, scissor kicking my legs to make my flesh jerk upward and down. Pete is nodding above me.
“It’s good practice letting them hang. This is the position the milkers take. The breasts dangle from your ribcage, the weight of the milk drawn away from the rest of your body. Used to be a girl could produce twenty-five ounces to thirty ounces daily. That was three years ago. Now most of our women pump out fifty ounces per day, with some coming close to a half gallon. The eventual goal is a whole gallon. A carton’s worth per woman. And who knows? With drugs they might pull it off.”
I flip onto my back and swim where Pete can see, the tissue over my ribcage bobbing easily in the water—rippling with the waves. I turn back, pivoting toward Pete.
I start when I find him treading water beside me in his loose red swim trunks. “All girls become milkers eventually. You need to get used to it.” He turns me in the water, then grasps my nearest breast and pulls it downward, squeezing it hard. “Being handled by men, I mean. Once you are a swimmer, you’ll be given the Somatotropin to help your breasts grow. Milkers get huge, you know, which is why they hang from slings. They cannot walk anymore. Or at least not far. Which is why we need to make your muscles stronger for all the weight you’ll support one day. Here,” he says, and hands me over a pool noodle. Seeing my confusion, he gestures. “Tuck it under your arms so it supports you from behind. I’m going to try something new before you swim.”
Mystified, I obey, and Pete pushes at me until my head bumps the wall. “Hold onto the ladder. I don’t want you drifting.”
I grip the rungs, and lay back. My breasts float and point skyward, jiggling under the sun. Pete turns my body, gripping the edge of the pool with one hand—then twists his other into the softness between my legs.
I tense at the coolness of the water entering me. Pete works his hand inside me, the lube making a patch of oil on the water under his chin. “Spread your legs wide. I can’t do it for you.”
I obey as best as I can. The arm pushes in past the wrist, and turns, and I shiver at the water that is sucked in with it, a chillness he pushes deeper before drawing his hand out. He catches one of my legs and slings it over his shoulder. Then he fists me steadily, the water entering me again. “A good washing after yesterday,” he says with a grin. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp, eyeing the white haze forming about me, my fluids snaking around us both.
“I thought it would ease some of the burning. All that work yesterday.”
I recline as far as I can, my one leg bobbing in the tank’s current. With every stroke, Pete angles his wrist deliberately to invite more water in, the coolness filling my depths along with his hand, easing the heat I didn’t realize I had.”
“You’re a good girl, Dani,” Pete croons as he works. “I’m giving you the rest of today off after your swim. Keep the dildo inside you if you can. Even when you’re not in bed and walking around. We need to keep your body open until the men want it —teach it to be accessible at all times, like I’ve said. Most men want to fist, but rarely want to do the work. Do you remember what is most important?”
I nod. “Pleasing the man.”
“Or men,” Pete corrects me. “Sometimes there’ll be men. No matter what they do, or how roughly they do it, you need to always look for ways to please—however they want you to.”
“What if they want to kill me?”
There is a strained pause. Pete stops his hand, his knuckles gently massaging my cervix. “That, too,” he says finally. “A woman with uses is a woman fulfilled. If they kill you for their pleasure, then your life has not been wasted. You’ll be processed into meat and you’ll serve a second purpose—to fill their bellies. Not many women get to have multiple ways to find meaning for their life. That’s why the girls who go up the hill are the luckiest of all.”
I gape at him. “But they’re tortured!”
He sighs, and his hand resumes its work. “It’s just foreplay, Dani. Just a different kind. Those women pleasure the men first, and then feed them. Compare that to an ugly girl who gets carted off from her home, never to be seen again. She serves one purpose only. Just one. Do you think she’ll be remembered for that? No. But you will, and so will the girls on the hill. You represent a pleasant memory for a man. Or perhaps for many men. Isn’t that lucky?”
I nod, genuinely believing it after he puts it that way. But Pete is not finished. He wrinkles his brow, as if trying to remember words he had read. “God created men,” he recites slowly. “We are his creations, and in following our creator’s example, we made women from our rib. You are created from men. We are your gods. Don’t you want to please us?”
I raise my leg from his shoulder in response and cock it high over my chest. Pete, grinning approvingly, turns slightly to drive in his fist.
“So . . . it’s a good thing to go up the hill?”
Pete pats my hip. “All women die young,” he says gently. “Seems to me the more useful the death, the better. The men in that club aren’t so bad. They simply have different tastes than other men. I’ve heard it said that their methods are creative, but for the woman there is always a lot of pain. I think you should try to be like your sister. In a year or two your breasts will be strong and big. You will bring lots of pleasure to the men who visit us here. It’s a good club. Even when you enter your last phase and become a milker—you’ll see. I hear they even have movie nights for the dairy girls.
Useful. The word echoes in my ears as I stare beyond the buildings.
I go the rest of the day with the dildo inside me. I have the belt around my waist to hold it in, and I have to be careful when I sit on the bench for dinner. I can feel my fluids leaking onto the seat—a trickle I try discreetly to wipe with my hands.
***
The next day I wake early and tiptoe out to greet the sun. The road into the foothills has mist covering its base. During the night I had roused to the familiar sound of the old truck’s engine. A girl had been taken up to the barn in the hills. All night
I had stayed awake listening for sounds of screaming. But this death had been a silent one.
I ask Pete about it during my swim. He sits on a chair working on his computer. He is a junior in High School, and though he is at camp, he still has several projects he needs to finish before the fall quarter begins.
“Oh, did they?” Pete glances at the forest behind our heads. “I didn’t hear it. But your barn is closer to the road than our cabins.
“Did they give her something?” I asked. “Like you give me?”
Pete shakes his head. His blue eyes are fierce as he glares at his computer. “Drugs taint the meat, so no they wouldn’t. They just haven’t . . . done her yet. They might be collecting several girls for something. They do that, you know. Work on more than one per night. If it’s a weekend thing they usually have a barbeque after. They do if it’s sunny, that is.”
I lick my lips, punching the water rapidly with both fists. Pete glances down at my jiggling breasts and grins. “Does this really make them grow?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.
Pete laughs. “Nah. I just read a lot so I can sound smarter than I am, and some of this stuff I make up as I go. But it does make sense. Weight lifting makes muscles bigger. Whether or not it makes your tits grow, who knows? But I do know they’ll end up huge eventually. Your owners will see to it in their quest for more milk. I’m surprised you’re not getting the shots yet.”
I nod, and hearing the chime of the clock go off, climb shakily up the ladder. I stand beside Pete, water sluicing down my legs. He gestures approvingly at the dildo still strapped inside my body. “Good girl, Dani. Way to take the initiative.”
“You said I needed to open easily.”
He stands and sets down his laptop. Taking me by the shoulders, he stares into my face. “You really mean it, don’t you? You do want to please.”
Tears burn in my eyes. “More than anything. I want to do what’s right,” I manage. “I thought God created women, too. That’s what my mother said. But—” He was emphatically shaking his head. “I know better now, Pete. And I’m sorry if I ever angered you or did anything disrespectful.”
“Hush now; you’re fine.” He smiles at me, genuine affection on his handsome face. “Come, let’s get you on your table.”
I follow him into the grooming room with its black and white checked floor and big basin sink. There are six tables in a row. What had once been chiropractic tables had been modified so a girl could lay face-down on her belly with her breasts poking through. I settle myself, hearing the squirt of oil from a bottle beneath me. Pete massages the liquid onto my cooled skin. My breasts follow his touch like magnets, the nipples clinging to his hands as if begging for more. He kneads deeply for a time and pulls, sliding the nipples between his fingers. “I do think you’re bigger. Not as big as your sister yet, but there’s definitely some heft here.” He cradles each breast—testing their weight. “How old are you?”
I think about my birthday. “What month is it?” I ask.
“It’s August,” he said. “August third.”
“My birthday was July 31st,” I tell him. “I’m fifteen now.”
“Fifteen. So, we’re now just a year apart in our ages.” He reaches up over the table and presses my back hard against the mat. “Strain down to me,” he commands. “Fill my hands.”
I obey, turning my head to press my cheek into the bed. He grasps each breast one at a time between his hands and tugs downward, the contours of his palms grinding into my tissue. Then he presses up through the flesh, his fingers massaging my muscles.
“I do get some kind of shots,” I tell him finally. “They’re just vitamins though. That’s what they tell us in the barn. Do you think—”
“No, that’s either the Somatotropin for humans I told you about, or something like it.” His heavy breathing pauses beneath me, his knuckles grinding into my breast. “I’m glad they’ve started you on it early. You’ll get big very soon. Bigger than your sister, probably. You should see the ones in the milk barn. They’re actually kind of ugly,” he muses, “by the time they get so big. The slings keep the girls from having to see how bloated they are. And their nipples are as fat as this or bigger!” He brandishes his thumb. “All purple and swollen. As long as my thumb, too!”
Sighing, I close my eyes. The knuckles are mashing into my tissue, my own nipples growing sensitive and hard. I feel the fluid welling again around the dildo. It dribbles onto the table, dripping to Pete’s head.
“God, you’re wet! Here.” Rising to his feet, he reaches around my waist to release the dildo. It jettisons out with a rush of warmth to land with a thump on the floor. “Nice!” Pete exclaims. “See Dani, this is exactly what the men want to see. A female dripping and ready for work, begging to be opened inside. Here.”
He raises the table to his waist. Then standing beside me, slides one whole hand in past his wrist. “Oh!” he exclaims. “Look at you!” Delighted, he moves between my legs, cocking my knees up until my toes touch my rump. With gusto he fists hard into my depths. Then grinning, he shows me his hand, the pale liquid dripping. “Should we try to double fist?” he asks as he resumes. “You’re fifteen now. I bet you’re ready. You’re certainly wet enough.”
I draw a deep breath, eyeing his hands. “If you think I can.”
“Absolutely.” He reaches into his pocket, then hands me a pill. I quickly shake my head.
“I want to feel it as much as I can,” I told him. “I like how it feels. Please, I’ll relax.”
He studies me briefly, then again takes position. I feel his hand gliding in deep, then slowly withdraw as more fingers hug his wrist. “Dani, I want you to think about opening yourself,” he says. He enters cautiously, the new fingers forming into the palm of his fist, sliding gradually in as he twists. The skin around the entrance to my cunt springs tight, painful to the point of tearing. I feel his every movement, each tiny adjustment making me hiss. “Easy,” he urges.
I breathe deeply as I fight to relax, imagining the mouth of my opening yawning wide to meet him. I feel a sudden stabbing pain just inside my vagina, and then another on the opposite side. I have the sensation of being poked three more times around my entrance, but there is numbness now. “Just a little novocaine,” Pete is saying. “There, that should help”
I feel the twisting continue, the pressure deeper now, as if the tightness at my threshold has ceased to exist. The hardness of his hands is rotating slowly, sinking down into my core. There is a sucking resistance as he pulls his hands outward, and I gasp in pain. Then I feel a pricking deep inside, and spot one of his hands between my legs. He is holding a syringe with a very long needle—guiding it carefully in. Another prick I barely feel, followed by another further in. “I know we’re cheating,” he says. “But I want this done right.”
Once again his hands penetrate my body, the walls of my numbed flesh yielding. He groans in delight, his entwined hands twisting hard and fast to loosen me up. “Let’s get you soft while the novocaine lasts,” he mutters. “I didn’t give you very much.” His body rocks as he fists; he is grunting softly in his throat.
“You’re doing so good,” he says, and before I can react, he plunges again, twisting eagerly to reach my cervix. Then he is out, and back in, his hands glistening. He pauses to turn me onto my side. “Can you hold your left foot over your head?”
I obey, holding my leg as far forward and up as I can. He cocks back my right leg with his knee, then drives into me steadily, his two hands as one gliding effortlessly in and out. Fluids are trickling down my right thigh as I writhe on the table. I am starting to feel it, the wide-open stretch and the massage deep within. He pulls out as my fluids gush, then wipes his face with his arm briefly before resuming his work. With my hypersensitive skin it feels incredible, every nerve on fire as his hands punch deep. The sound of my wetness is loud in the grooming room. The world is spinning around me. And still the pounding continues, the sliding of my body up and down on the table.
I pass out at some point, yet dimly I am aware of Pete turning me onto my back, raising my knees to secure them to the rings above the bed. My legs are opened and tied, so widely spread I can feel the tendons at my groin stretching. His two hands enter me again, alternating one and then the other, the hands inside no longer entwined, one sliding in as the other glides out. It goes on like that for what seems like hours, but then, abruptly, it stops. I feel Pete’s hands stretching the entrance of my pussy, pausing just inside and pulling me apart.
“What are you doing?” I mumble.
“I’m gaping you,” he tells me. “Something else men like to do. To see inside after they work. I can see very clearly inside you, Dani. You’ve done very well today.”
I feel my face flame hot. “Do I have to be a milker?”
He pats my thigh, then opens me wider as he bends for a long look. “Don’t be embarrassed now. Pleasing the man, remember?”
I nod, breathing deeply.
“Dani, milkers live two years longer at least. Don’t you want that? You’ll get to have a baby, too. If you’re really lucky, it’ll be a boy!”
“But I won’t get to raise him. They’ll take him away.”
“Girls cannot be trusted with such important work,” he agrees. “The church raises babies for you now. Besides, you’ll be too busy providing milk. For him, and everyone else. Girl’s milk goes into everything, you know. You drank some this morning.”
“I don’t want purple nipples,” I pout. I glare at the ceiling, feeling Pete’s hands deep within me, the entwined fingers holding still, as if feeling my body’s pulse.
“You won’t see them,” he says. “The breasts hang out of your sight, with bracers to support the weight. You forget they’re there after a while, or so I’ve been told by a reliable source. But think of it, Dani. All the healthiest food you can possibly eat. And movies! You get to watch movies!”
I close my eyes. The hands are turning within me, pressing me out. “If I don’t become a milker,” I venture to say. “What then?”
He sighs and the hands stop. “Well,” he says slowly, “if it turns out you can’t have a baby, you’d come to the end of your journey, wouldn’t you? They’d either take you up the hill to entertain those men, or you’d go to the processing plant, which is much more likely. I haven’t seen how it’s done, but I’ve heard there’s some kind of machine that does it really quick. You wouldn’t even feel it.”
I lick my lips. His hands are moving again, gliding slowly in and out. I try to relax despite my raised hips and widely spread legs. He is fisting me with his hands entwined, pumping me vigorously with loud squelching sounds. I am drifting again, my feet going numb from the straps under my knees. I see two men enter the grooming room and stop to watch Pete work. They are talking in low murmurs, their voices appreciative—praising his efforts. One shines a light in when Pete stops to gape me, the two faces rapt as they peer between my legs. My guts squirm as the men take their time, scrutinizing my interior and taking pictures as they talk to Pete.
“Have you done anal yet?” The taller man asks.
“Yeh,” his companion says, leaning down so I see his face. “First, why not tell her everything, boy? We work at the plant, little Miss. Wanna hear how it’ll go down? A knock on the side of your head to stun you first, see?” He taps his temple. “Then we’ll pop you into the D, D and D device. As in decapitate, dismember, and disembowel. All done by one machine. Thwack, thwack, thwack it goes, and It’s very quick, as your coach boy says. Then someone like old Jake here will get to wash out your torso and cut it in half, then a quick acid dip to loosen breast tissue and skin. And then what, Jake? Scraping, the stamp on the rump, and then the freezer?”
Jake’s mouth twitched. “Something like that. But it’s one big chunk, not three. The head and limbs come off simultaneously.” He stares at Pete. “I hear you’re talented, boy. I want to see your hand up her ass.”
“Not yet,” says Pete tightly. “One new thing at a time. I’ve been vagina fisting her for two straight hours and my hands are tired. I had to numb her up to get two inside. I’ve had enough for one day.”
“Then there was the time the machine wasn’t calibrated right,” the shorter man says. He leers at me, waggling his eyebrows. “Cut her head cleanly in half—it was something to see, I’ll tell you.”
“We’ll come back tomorrow to watch,” the man called Jake says. “We’re not allowed to work on these girls. We only ever see them in pieces.”
Pete clears his throat. “It’s a date. Though I warn you gentlemen, I doubt I’ll get my hand in. She’s never done anal before.”
The two men start for the door. “Oh, you’ll get it in,” the shorter man calls. “We won’t leave tomorrow so easily as today.”
I lay still as the door clicks shut. The cold air wafts between my legs, my fluids chilling my naked skin. Pete is squirting something soothing inside me, using one hand to push it deep. He wipes my exterior with a warm washcloth, clicking his tongue as he releases my legs. “What did I say is most important,” he asks.
I try to swallow. “Pleasing the men.”
He takes my hand and helps me sit up. “Exactly, Dani. Pleasing men. Those men in particular are very dangerous. There’s nothing I can do; as men they have the right to watch. So, we need to get you ready for tomorrow. Do you know what anal is?”
I draw a quick shaky breath. “A kind of fisting?”
“Yes.” Pete sets a pillow on the table, then gestures me onto my stomach. He raises my hips from behind, moving the pillow until it elevates my pelvis. “Only from the back. From here.” He taps my rosebud, as my mother once called it, the one private place I still have. “This is another thing a lot of men like. In fact . . .” Pete slathers on a thick lubricant, using one finger to poke some in. “Men like to see both holes fisted at once. A girl being fully utilized. If they could, they’d stick their penises in your mouth, too. But that kind of thing’s not allowed at this club.”
I accept the drug Pete gives me. Laying on my stomach, I wait as Pete stands beside me. Gradually I feel the weight of my head compressing my cheek on the table. I am drawing deep breaths, sinking rapidly into slumber. Vaguely I am aware of pain as my anus stretches, feeling oddly embarrassed like I’m going to the bathroom. I feel a hard object at first, something small graduating to big, making a pumping noise beside my head. The object is turning within me, straining my anus at different angles. Then it is gone and I feel Pete’s fingers.
Motionless, I try to sleep, relaxing my body as much as I can. The fingers twist slowly in and out. Then there is the object again, with more pumping sounds and the pain of stretching. Now it is Pete’s whole hand working its way in. Fingers are gaping me from behind, then the hand Is pushing inward, slimy with lube. Pete is inside me now, his hand a firm pressure as my tissues guide his way. He leans into me as he turns his arm. I feel the ball of his fist pressing my innards. His other hand enters my vagina, and begins to fist very gently. Groggily I splay my legs, lifting one from behind to give him room.
“You still in here?” A boy asked from the doorway. “It’s past dinner time, you know. I saved you a hot dog.”
Pete pauses in his work, breathing hard. “Trent. Can you help me with something?”
“Sure!” The larger boy hurries to the table. I am aware but not aware, drool soaking the table under my cheek.
“We have a problem. You can’t tell anyone, promise?”
“Promise!” Trent exclaims. “What do you want me to do?”
I blink, feeling the hand in my rectum slowly draw out. “Have you done anal?” Pete asks.
“Not yet.”
“Let me see your hand.” Another pause. “Good, we’re about the same size. Now cover your arm with lube to the elbow. Ease it in, like you saw me doing. Don’t force it. Let her body tell you what to do.”
“Oh God!” Trent groaned, as I feel the hand sliding in. “How far does it go?”
“You’ll feel a soft resistance; once you do, explore around a bit. Go in as deep as you can.”
“So what’s the problem?” Trent leans against my buttocks. His fingers are open inside, stroking my interior as he feels his way.
“Two men are coming tomorrow and they want to see anal on her. I figured it would be better to practice first. Lift her leg with your free hand. Pull the foot behind you and up.”
I feel Pete’s hands at the mouth of my cunt again, the two hands twisting themselves in. The skin is tight—painful to the point of tearing. “Easy,” Pete whispers to me. “Dani, relax!”
I try to sleep, to let the drug carry me back down. Three hands are inside me now, moving and twisting within.
“Three!” Trent exclaimed. “Wait, let me get my phone.” There is a pause as the larger boy makes his video. “Look at this! We’re at camp and he’s double fisting?”
Pete is pumping steadily now, the two hands entering my drugged body easily as I come and go from awareness. This lasts for some time, the double fisting below Trent’s deeply imbedded hand.
“Do you have a light?” Pete asked abruptly. “Oh good. Dani, we’re going to try this again.”
I nodded groggily as the arms inside me slowly retreat.
“Gonna gape?” Trent asked.
“Absolutely. Here, if I stretch the sides, can you get a few fingers in to press out the bottom? Just . . . that’s it. Straight down—firmly. Now hold.”
There was a click, followed by sounds of amazement. “That’s great! I’ve never seen that before.”
“That’s her cervix.” I hear a few more clicks, and then the fingers release. “I want copies of those,” Pete says.
“You got it. Ready for your hotdog? I put it in foil so it should still be warm.”
I am laying where the boys leave me, the two of them sitting on a bench as Pete eats. My stomach twists as I think of the ingredients.
“These are actually better for you than the old pork variety,” Trent is saying. “At least with girl meat there’s nothing disgusted added. Besides, pigs were smart. It was pretty terrible that we killed them for food.”
“Nope, just girl.” Pete makes a face as he stares at his food. “This makes us cannibals, you know?”
Trent shrugs his broad shoulders and grins at me. “If it was made out of men, then maybe that’d be true. But what’s wrong with cannibalism? Pretty sure there’s a verse in the bible that condones eating your children. Besides,” He gives me a wink. “Don’t forget what women are for. To be our help-meets. Get it? Help MEATS?”
Pete rolls his eyes. “You ok there, Dani? Want some food?”
“Sure she does.” Trent approaches my table. “Here, let’s clean you up first.”
I submit as the larger boy washes between my legs with the now soiled cloth. “There.” He helps me sit up, and I shakily climb off the table. “Hungry?”
I glance dubiously at the bag on the bench and nod.
“Good, because I brought something from the kitchen for you. They were very clear on the matter that this is for you.” He lifts out a cardboard box and hands it to me. Opening it, I find a large serving of wild rice, broccoli and buttered pinto beans. I stare at the yellow grease congealing beneath the veggies, visualizing the girls hanging from slings in the dairy.
“Thank you,” I say, and accept the wooden spoon he hands over.
“Besides,” Trent continues to Pete. “We were all going to die from overpopulation. This way only half of us live beyond twenty-two. And the other half . . .” He pats my arm. “We have all the food we need for a very long time. You know they had us eating cockroaches before the pandemic. Alternative foods—it’s not like it’s a new concept.”
The rice and beans are good, despite the fact they are now at room temperature. I clean out the box, and even eat the biscuit Peter hands to me. I hesitate at the milk carton and straw Pete passes to me next, eyeing the image of a cow on the front. It is whole milk, and I know very well that it does not come from cows.
“Go on,” laughs Pete. “You’ve had it before. What’s the difference?”
I take a sip and savor the sweetness on my tongue and the rich creamy texture.
“This is actually better for us by far,” Trent is saying. “Cow’s milk was meant for baby cows, not humans. This is one hundred percent for us!”
Drinking deeply, I empty the carton as both boys watch.
“Like it?” Trent inquires.
“Um, yes, actually.” I am staring at the carton. Ingredients: Pasteurized Girl Milk. Girl, I think to myself. Because none of us get to be women anymore.
***
I follow Pete to my barn just as the lights are about to go off. “Get in bed,” the head girl commands with a glower at Pete.
Pete turns me where I stand. “Keep both dildos in,” he says in a firm voice. “The one in the back comes out only if you have to go, understand? You have a very big day tomorrow. Get some rest.”
I squirm uncomfortably and nod. Climbing into my bunk I finally find a comfortable position on my left side. The lights go out, leaving me sore and alone in the darkness. The dildo in my vagina is twice as large as the first, and it almost feels like the two chunks of latex are touching each other. With the one in my rectum, I feel constantly like I have to go. It is only when my stomach cramps that I run to the toilet.
“Where were you at dinner?” Helen’s voice floats up from below as I return to my bunk.
“Getting stuffed,” I snap, and screw my eyes shut.
***
When morning comes I find I can’t eat, and must choke my oatmeal down under the head girl’s stern eyes. The milk for our oatmeal is from hemp hearts, I realize, recognizing its frothy texture and nutty taste. I leave for the gym after breakfast, but find Pete stepping in my path cutting me off.
“No, he says sternly. “Today is about making you ready for those men from the plant tonight. And I am betting there will be more than just the two. Come on.”
I trot naked at his heels, bypassing the tank and the gym and going at once into the grooming barn. He gestures me to the table and onto my stomach. I comply, and tense as he removes both my dildos. “Very good,” he says approvingly. “We’re not going to fist right now, because I know you’re very sore. But a few things.”
He inserts a large needleless syringe into my vagina and I feel a coolness flooding my body. “This will help you feel better,” he tells me. “It will keep you numb for the next fifteen hours. Trust me, you will not be hurting tonight.”
I heave a sigh of relief as he repeats the process with my anus, inserting the fluid deep into my rectum. I am smiling as I lay there, oblivious to the stretches Pete is putting me through. He starts with several bottles, each progressively larger than the first, though for the life of me I can’t exactly say which orifice each bottle is for.
We work for about an hour, with me lying still and Pete standing beside me, both of us waiting for my body to adjust.
“You’ll do just fine tonight,” he tells me. “These men just want something different, that’s all. They get tired of only seeing the dark side of our new society. They want to enjoy some of the benefits. I can understand that.”
“Somebody has to do what they do,” I hear myself mutter.
He looks at me sharply. “That’s exactly right, Dani. These men do the dirty work to keep the rest of us from going extinct, including you girls. Men cannot survive without these resources you provide us. It’s a hard fact, and one we must live with.”
“Do you think . . .” I hesitate. “Your God is punishing you for letting women be equals?”
Pete taps his fingers on my head. “Could be,” he muses. “I never thought of that, but maybe so. If we had used you from the start the way God intended . . .” his voice trailed off. “Could be . . .”
He moves in behind me and slides out the bottles. I am shaky as I stand, my entire pelvis numbed from my belly button down.
“Ready for a swim?” he asks, eyeing me.
“I think so,” I tell him. I am eager to get to the tank—to swim off my anxiety and fear. The expressions on the faces of those men last night—like they were inspecting raw meat.
***
My stomach gurgles loudly in the grooming room as we wait. I sit on the table, my legs swinging back and forth over the side. The table with the light has been brought from the clubhouse, complete with its “hi-lo” stirrups and bright adjustable lamp. Trent stands to the side with his arms crossed. Pete has asked him to assist, and the larger boy agreed.
“You’re still a bit numbed now, but you’ll be hurting tomorrow,” Pete tells me quietly. “Please go along, and trust me. These are dangerous men. If they want to kill you for their pleasure, they can. They can even ask me to do it, and I’d have no choice. You are nothing but meat to them. That’s what they see all day long—that’s how they have to be to survive their jobs. If they see you as human . . .” He fidgets uncomfortably, running his hand through his hair. “Just know . . . whatever I do tonight—I’m trying to save your life."
“And act like you enjoy it!” Trent put in.
“But I do,” I say, gazing dazedly at his face.
The men from the plant are arriving in their cars. I can’t see them because the parking lot is to the back of the building. But I can hear the gravel crunch under the wheels, and then the hurried footsteps. Three men enter and jerk to a stop, surprised to find us waiting. The man I know as Jake motions his friends to gather the chairs stacked high in a dusty corner, placing them in a semicircle behind the table’s bright light.
“Are any more coming?” Pete asks. His hands are folded across his chest. Stupidly, I nod, the double dose of pills in my system are kicking in.
Jake smirks as he cracks a beer. “Two more. Larry, the fellow you met last night, is one.”
As the tall man speaks, the new arrivals appear in the doorway. Both are wearing work clothes from the plant, their white bloodstained shirts untucked. I am staring at the floor as the men join their friends.
Trent catches my shoulders. He pulls me back, settling my head on a pillow. Pete raises my thighs, lifting my buttocks off the table as Trent stuffs pillows beneath my hips. My feet are placed in the stirrups and tied, then with mechanical clicks my legs are spread wide, a clamp on each side immobilizing my knees. A rubber device the length and width of a ruler is placed vertically between my labia folds. Pete bends it to the shape of my pelvis, and then turns a knob at its base. The device separates down the middle, and as the two halves widen, the folds of my girlhood are stretched apart and flattened, held in place against my body and out of the way.
I close my eyes as the mouth of my cunt is revealed for all to see. Though I am still
partially numb from my navel down, still I can feel the anticipating pulse of my tissue under the light. The men lean forward, and one of them points. “My God, she’s wet!”
Pete smiles and steps in close. “Dani’s always ready,” he says. “Easy to open and obedient.” He tosses a pillow on the floor and kneels down. Sliding in a few fingers, he stirs my juices slowly as wet sounds fill my ears. He widens his circles, his fingers gliding over the spade shaped contours of my vagina to coat my girlhood, drawing the moisture down to my anus and back up. “Best lube on the planet,” he tells his observers. Slowly then, he inserts his whole hand, twisting slightly as he pushes in.
“Would you look at that,” a man exclaims. “No resistance whatsoever!”
“I told you she’s easy.” Pete smiles, fisting gently in and out, his action steady and smooth. He adjusts the light so the men can see, fisting casually, languidly, his free hand catching my fluid welling to the surface and spreading it around his wrist. The wet kissing sounds of my tissue yielding to his strokes is pleasant and relaxing to hear. I turn my head, smiling as he works. I feel disembodied, as if I’m levitating from the table as I stare blankly up. Pete pauses to lube both his hands, and I draw a deep breath, exhaling as I feel him twisting two-handed into my exposed and vulnerable cunt.
He slides in with a firm push, the mouth of my pussy hugging his wrists. His body rocks forward and back slowly as he pumps me deep. I moan as I feel his hands separating within me. In this position he draws his hands up, pressing my pussy apart as he halfway exits, then holding his hands static, pushes back in. He turns his hands, his knuckles rubbing my cervix as once more he unlocks his fingers and pulls. “Do you see what I’m doing?” Pete asks his rapt audience. “By loosening up my hands or even pushing in opposite directions, I can expand her as I work.”
I take deep breaths as Pete sinks widely back down. With every stroke he separates more, pushing hard against my interior. His hands break the surface and holds me stretched, his half-immersed fingers rotating slowly. “And now I can do this,” he says.”
Embracing his fist with his other hand, he plunges in hard and snaps out. I am grunting along with his strokes, my thighs trembling above my immobilized knees. Pete is turning his hands as he thrusts, twisting more of my juices to the surface. I watch the clock, feeling dizzy as the pounding draws out, the sound of flesh slapping flesh as he connects and sinks down. Ten minutes, and then twenty, unendingly he thrusts. I feel cool air inside my cunt, my pussy staying open as he exits—too relaxed and stretched to spring back. The fisting continues as the men look on, with some of them leaping forward—eager for a glimpse as Pete stops and gapes me, my vagina yawning for the men to see. He fists me again with even more vigor, the men gathering at his back.
“Won’t this destroy her?” one asks as Pete works.
Pete laughs. “Naw, girls are made for this. Why do you think she was wet before I started? She knew it was coming and her body was preparing itself. She hungers for this. It’s a well-known fact; the female body yearns to be opened wide. To be prepared for motherhood.”
The man looked down at Pete. “You sure know a lot of things.”
“He reads,” says Trent with a chuckle. “As in all the time! Mr. Bookworm here.”
“I also talk to my girl.” Pete nods at me. “Ask her yourself. Dani, do you enjoy being fisted?”
The men wheel toward me, the ones still seated tilting to see my face. I moan and lick my lips, trying to think beyond the pounding.
“She’s still too drugged,” Trent says. “I don’t think—”
Pete cuts him off. “Dani,” he repeats loudly over my grunts. “Do you want these hands inside you?”
I fight to focus on his face. “I . . . “
“Yes?” Pete urges.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Yes, I want . . . yes, please!”
“There you have it.” Pete parts his hands again as he works, the airy noises from my cunt filling the little room. Again he gapes me, holding me open for the men to see.
“Can you try fisting one handed while your friend does that?” The man who was Jake’s partner askes. “So we can see your hand inside?”
Pete brightens at this idea and nods to Trent. The larger boy reaches past Pete with both hands, his fingers gripping the bony top of my vagina for leverage while he stretches my lower wall down. Pete adds fingers to press back one side as his fist passes into my gaping cunt. Slowly he fists, his hand and wrist more visible now as it penetrates my body.
“Okay, now do behind,” Jake says, licking his lips. “I assume you prepared her for that ahead of time, too?”
“You men work hard; we wanted to give you a good show,” Trent replies. He is grinning as he hurries to flip me onto my side. My leg is lifted, held aloft by the rings above the bed. I am scooted down until the lower half of my buttocks extends over the table. My right foot drifts limply to the floor before Trent scoops it up, pushing my knee forward against my chest and securing it with straps to my body.
Trent smears lube on his arms while Pete adjusts the light. “Do you want me to start her for you?” he asks, and Trent shakes his head.
“No, I got this. It’s pretty easy once you get in.”
Pete moves up beside me, catching my closest breast and kneading it hard. I feel Trent probing my anus with his fingers, slipping in fingers one by one. Slowly the hand works itself in, the fingers clamped into a cone shape. I feel the soft give as Trent slides into my rectum all at once, the tissue yielding as he ventures inward. “Nice,” Pete croons gently. “You’re a very good girl, Dani. Open wider for him, will you?”
I sigh as the hand sinks into the deepest well at the core of my being. Trent leans his body forward, his knuckles rotating back and forth. Ever so slowly he withdraws his arm, then with a firm solid pressure, thrusts in to his elbow.
I lay very still. I had never experienced just the anal by itself. The strokes are long and easy within my half-numbed body, the hand rising shallow toward my anus, then plunging back deep. The gas escaping from around his wrist makes my face burn hot. “Remember what matters,” Pete whispers in my ear. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
He moves to crouch beside Trent. The larger boy is standing, using the weight of his body to pump in and out. Pete stirs the fluids of my cunt with his fingers, playing at the edges of my opening, using the lamp to explore it out. He expands it wide with two fingers from each hand, then inserts three as far as he can, reaching in and drawing out. He moistens the pink interior of my opened folds with my juices, then dives back in with four fingers now, turning them slowly within my opening. He stretches the lower wall of my pussy, then plunges deep with his free hand, fisting hard and fast alongside Trent. I am groaning now despite myself, the two hands filling my body. Then Pete clamps his free hand around his wrist, sliding in to my half-numbed cunt with just the slightest pause of resistance. The men are around us now, some taking pictures with their phones. The three hands plunge and retreat, dive in and pull out, my body rocking in time with the rhythm of their thrus
Low-Caste Whore
Low-Caste Whore · Incest And Taboo · Part 1
An East Indian native, Deepti – who spoke English – was a pervert long before the ensuing happened.
Her large tits didn't sag and her arse was firm – though some people would've been surprised had they known about her submissive needs involving humiliation, golden-showers, scat, bestiality and physical abuse.
When she was 19, however, male friend had her service his dog, Cookie.
She loved it, while several years later after her divorce, her aunt persuaded her to screw a pony during a party in Mumbai where she lived.
At 37, she bought another dog named Simba.
As well, she sensed that Rohit, her 18-y/o son, was developing a misogynistic attitude.
So, one July, Thursday evening, when he went home from a soccer match, he found her naked while Simba pizzled her vag.
'What are you doing, mom?' he inquired.
'I'm horny!' she panted.
'You horny bitch!' the teenager crowed as he stripped and thrust his 9-inched cock into her mouth.
'Suck my dick or I'll tell everybody you're a low-caste whore!' he threatened her.
'Uh-hmmm!' Deepti mumbled.
Meanwhile, Rohit was glaring into her eyes.
Suddenly, he smacked her pretty face.
'Aaah!' Deepti gasped, though he didn't reply.
Next, the dog came in her snatch before dismounting her, with her son unloading in her mouth and urinating in it.
'I've always wanted to do that, mom,' he said.
'Thank you, son,' Deepti replied.
'Are you my slave?' Rohit asked.
'Yes, I am.'
'Good,' Rohit said while turning, reaching around for her black hair, gouging her nose into his butt-crack and farting.
'You smell so beautiful!' he chuckled.
'Please don't flatter me!' she answered
'Why not?' he snarled as plowed his foot against her loins.
'Am I hurting you?' he asked.
'Oh, god, yes!' Deepti moaned.
'You're an animal, mom!'
'You're right,' Deepti had barely said when Rohit pulled her to her feet, jammed his finger into her bowels and employed it to steer her along the balcony to the flat in which the single, white, 22-y/o Paul and 23-y/o Kelvin lived.
They were energy consultants from Birmingham, England.
Rohit then knocked on their door and Kelvin opened it.
'Bloody 'ell!' he exclaimed when saw her wearing nothing but shoes.
'Mom's here to entertain you,' Rohit grinned.
'What are you going to do to entertain us?' Paul asked.
'Anything you wish.'
'Anything?' Paul replied.
'Yes,' Deepti said.
'You must be an unholy cow!' Paul disparaged Indian tradition.
'I'm a dirty cow,' she replied before Paul and Kelvin removed their clothes.
Once they had, Paul shoved her over a couch and chiseled his 9-inched tool into her shit-hole.
'Take it!' he growled as Kelvin drew her head toward him and sank his 10-pecker in her mouth.
Rohit watched until he snickered, 'Mom's a filthy pig!'
~*~
Part 2
'Yeah, she is!' Paul replied as he brutally slammed his cock further into her guts.
'Eeeeeh!' she exploded with an orgasm.
However, Kelvin said, 'Your mother's womb is a pigsty, isn't it, Deepti?'
'Uh-hmmm!' she nodded.
'I'm amazed that a boar stooped far enough to breed her before she whelped you!' he responded.
'Maybe I should breed you, mom!' Rohit remarked.
'That's a great idea,' Paul said.
Obviously, though, he and Kelvin had no concern for her honor as they kept battering her until Paul jizz-defiled her anus and Kelvin her mouth.
They'd scarcely withdrawn from her when Paul and Kelvin spit-covered her face while Paul sneered, 'You're contemptible!'
'Yes, I am!' Deepti whispered, though Kelvin replied, 'I'm wagering your dad destroyed your hymen!'
'How often did he fuck you?' Rohit played long with him.
'I don't remember!' she answered.
'He thought you're vile, didn't he?' Kelvin asked.
'Yes, sir!'
'You disgusting 'chut' (cunt)!' Rohit bellowed.
'You obscene abomination!' Kelvin added.
Nonetheless, he, Kelvin and Rohit could hardly believe her again moaning, 'I'm a sewer-slut! Shit on my stomach!'
'Shit on you?' Kelvin hissed as he obliged her.
'You stinking turd!' he scoffed.
For a few seconds, the men were silent until Paul clutched Deepti's hair, dragged her into the bathroom and laid her in the bath-tub, after which the guys drenched her in piss, and...
'… you'll never be anything but a toilet!' Paul ended the occasion.
~*~
Part 3
Rohit began searching for new ways to exploit his mom,
But Deepti enjoyed her notorious behavior, though one Saturday morning a week after she satisfied Paul and Kelvin's dicks, Rohit was walking to the neighborhood store to buy some tea when he met Sanjay, his 20-y/o friend.
'Do you smoke cigarettes?' Sanjay inquired.
'Mom does,' Rohit answered.
'So do I,' Sanjay said.
Once he and Rohit were in the store, the clerk told them the day's cigarette delivery hadn't arrived and recommended cigars to Sanjay.
Sanjay agreed, followed by Rohit asking, 'Don't they have a horrible taste?'
'Nicotine's a stimulant,' Sanjay replied.
'Mom's a slut and doesn't need stimulation!' Rohit grinned.
'Really?' Sanjay asked.
'Come home with me and she'll prove it,' Rohit replied.
As his sex-slave, however, Deepti wasn't wearing any clothes, and Sanjay remarked, 'You're a hot.'
Next, he removed a lighter from his pocket, torched the cigar and aimed its butt into her snatch.
'Start smoking!' he ordered.
'Yes, sir!' she said while beginning to flex her vag-muscles.
In a bit, Sanjay observed, 'She could advertise stogies in TV commercials.'
'You'd rather appear in porn – right, mom?' Rohit said.
'Yes, son!'
'Beast movies are popular,' Rohit replied.
'Beast movies?” Sanjay asked.
'Oh, I forgot to mention that Simba, mom's boyfriend, is a dog!' Robit answered.
'Is that the truth?' Sanjay questioned Deepti.
'Yes, sir!'
'You little mutt!' Sanjay sneered as he grabbed her hair, jerked her to her feet and shook her so roughly that the cigar fell to the kitchen's tile floor.
Rohit then crushed it beneath his shoe and called Simba into the kitchen.
'You don't love your girlfriend, do you?' he said while scratching the dog's ears, after which he lifted his tail, pushed his mom to her knees and said, 'Kiss his ass!'
'Yes, sir!'
'My god, you're twisted!' Sanjay growled.
Soon, though, Deepti reached under the canine's belly and started fondling his 7-inched erection.
Within 3 minutes, Simba's pecker-juice was covering her hand.
She stood before Sanjay and Rohit undressed.
'How much is banging her worth?' Rohit asked.
'No more than 10 rupees!' Sanjay smirked.
'Rape me!' Deepti startled the boys.
'Are you serious?' Sanjay inquired.
'Yes, I am!' she confessed.
'I'll rape you!' Sanjay yelled as he threw her against the nearest wall, savaged his 11-inched penis into her muff and started pounding her.
'Take it. you piece of filth!' Rohit admonished her.
'I'm cummming!' she wailed not long before Sanjay unloaded in her snatch and dismounted her before Rohit brought her to her knees again.
'You're desperate for my cock, aren't you, mom?'
'Yes!' she answered.
'You're not getting it!' Rohit snarled as he jacked-off into her mouth.
'I think your mom should marry her boyfriend,' Sanjay said.
'Okay,' Rohit replied, then 'performed a wedding ceremony.'
'Now, you're Simba's wife!' he said.
'Force me!' Deepti begged her 'husband', though considering that was his 'marital privilege', he did, and...
'… curse you, mutt!' Rohit laughed.
~*~
Part 3
Deepti was a communication analyst.
However, the 32-y/o Adamya had recently joined her company as her supervisor, with her lusting after him since he was a stallion.
At noon on a Wednesday, though, he invited her to the cafeteria.
They sat a corner table and had just begun eating when Adamaya said, 'Instinct tells me you're promiscuous – right, Deepti?'
'Yes, I am.'
'You're extremely carnal, aren't you?' he asked.
'My son, Rohit, says I'm a low-caste whore,' she answered.
'Does he fuck you?' Adamya inquired.
'He did this morning.'
'He did?'
'Yes,' she replied.
'In other countries, incest is taboo, not that I mind,' Adamya said.
Next, he went to his office and Deepti her computer, while that evening, a cabbie drove them to her house.
'This is Rohit,' she introduced her son.
'I'm Adamya and I understand your mother's a whore.'
'Wait until you meet her 'husband',' Rohit cackled.
'You're married?' Adamya replied.
'U-u-u-h, y-y-es!' she stammered, followed by Rohit leading Simba into the living room.
'Your husband's a dog?' Adamya asked.
'Why not? She's the real animal!' Rohit smirked.
'You're absolutely depraved!' Adamya snarled at Deepti as she undressed.
'She's a fine puppy, isn't she?' Rohit inquired.
Adamya didn't respond.
He discarded his shirt and trousers to expose his 10-inched phallus.
'My cock's big enough to ruin you!' he jeered, then shoved her to the floor and spread her legs.
He climbed between them before sinking rod into her dripping cooze.
After that, Rohit stripped, knelt beside her and stabbed his penis down her throat.
'Ummm!' Deepti mumbled.
Adamya then wrapped his fingers around her neck and choked her.
'Aarrmm!' she gagged.
'Like abuse, huh?' he shouted.
'Yeah, she does!' Rohit said, while Adamya removed his fingers.
Finally, he punched his semen into her twat.
'Swallow, shit-bag!' Rohit directed her as he ejaculated into her mouth.
She did before she masturbated to an orgasm.
'You diddling fool!' Adamya snickered as he dressed and left.
However, Deepi felt disappointed because he didn't stay to watch her pleasing her 'husband.'
Damn!
~*~
(In real-life, I corresponded with Deepti for several years and sent her the above. Unfortunately, she passed away, though she was wonderful and I miss her.)
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Her Destiny
Her Destiny · Group Sex · Young Tart
While it isn’t true, it gratifies some men to believe that all women are immoral and indecent by nature, though Marie qualified as such, especially since she’d lost her virginity – plus her virtue – to a thick candle 3 years before the ensuing event.
Her hair was blonde and her medium-sized tits were firm; she had trim legs and a round butt.
At 18, her life changed once Jerome, her high school’s handsome, white and same-aged quarterback moved to her small town after his dad had bought the liquor store.
Marie attended every game and visualized his prick scoring touchdowns in her eager body.
One September, Friday night after his team had destroyed its opponent, she was walking along the athletic department hallway toward the coach’s office when she found Jerome wearing a t-shirt, Bermuda trunks and sneakers.
‘Congratulations. You won,’ she smiled.
‘Thanks. Let’s celebrate, just you and me,’ he winked.
‘Okay’
‘First, I need to talk to coach.’ Jerome replied.
‘I’ll wait.’
She sat down in a chair, and being the hall was deserted, she placed her fingers under her dress, slid them inside her panties and started masturbating.
‘I’m so horny!’ she whispered, then realized she should stop before Jerome left the office.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked when he did.
‘Sure,’ – and off they went to his 4-wheeled truck.
‘Where are we going?’ Marie said.
‘To the park. You can hold my faucet while I piss,’ he answered.
Next, he accompanied her into the men’s restroom where he dropped his trunks and exposed his 11-inched penis.
‘Your dick is huge,’ she remarked as she grabbed it and he started relieving his bladder in the toilet.
‘That shit smells as nasty as you are, doesn’t it?’ Jerome said.
‘Yeah, I’m a nasty girl!’ Marie crooned, then fell to her knees and gulped his rod into her mouth.
‘Suck my dick!’ Jerome growled.
‘Uh-hmmm!’ she mumbled.
However, she was aware that her dignity meant nothing to Jerome, which he proved by withdrawing from her oral pit and snarling, ‘Want me to degrade you – huh?’
‘Oh, god, yes! Choke me!’ she begged.
‘You filthy cunt!’he yelled as he buried his tool in her mouth.
‘Aarrmm!’ Marie gagged.
‘Bitch!’ Jerome scoffed, as he pulled out, tilted her head back and creamed her pretty face.
‘Did you like that, little miss piggie?’ He asked.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Then, I hope you understand that you aren’t and never will be my girlfriend, even if you’ll always be my fucking whore. Do you hear?’ Jerome inquired.
‘Yes, sir,’ she moaned.
‘Good,’ Jerome said, then took her home.
Not surprisingly, however, it wasn’t long before she acquired a dark reputation – as her town most notorious slut!
~*~
Further Corruption
Following her original experience with Jerome, Marie started craving his defilement more than ever. Too, she stopped wearing panties and a bra, as well as began smoking.
One Saturday afternoon, she was dressed in a blouse, a short skirt, fishnets and high-heeled shoes when she bought some cigarettes at the liquor store.
She stepped outside and torched a tobacco stick while Jerome came around the corner.
‘You look cheap,’ he said.
‘Why do you care? I’m an easy-lay, aren’t I?’ she giggled.
‘That’s for sure,’ Jerome answered, then: – ‘I told my friend, Troy, about you and he wants to meet you at his place.’
‘Where?’
‘You’ll see,’ Jerome said as they got in his truck and he drove to a farmhouse.
‘This is Marie,’ Jerome introduced her to the white, 19-y/o Troy, whose parents were gone.
‘So, you’re the infamous Marie, are you?’ Troy said.
‘Yeah,’ she replied.
‘Show me your body,’ he commanded.
Marie discarded her blouse and skirt.
‘You’re a hottie!’ Troy noted.
‘I’m glad you didn’t call me a princess or babe since I’m Jerome’s whore.’
‘I envy you, man,’ Troy said.
‘She’s here to share,’ Jerome responded as Troy shoved his finger into her vag.
‘Diddle her,’ Jerome suggested.
‘I’m probing her womb,’ Troy explained.
‘Is it fertile?’ Jerome asked.
‘I think it’s possible to breed the cow,’ Troy smirked.
‘She’s a breeding animal?’ Jerome chuckled.
‘She IS on a farm,’ Troy answered before he removed his finger and contemptuously wiped it across Marie’s lips.
He and Jerome next stripped, followed by Troy bending her over the living room couch and hammering his 9-inched penis into her ass.
‘Take it like a dog!’ he roared as Jerome slid beneath her and sank his cock into her muff.
‘Use me!’ Marie exclaimed.
‘You’re a filthy shit-hole!’ Troy snarled.
‘Yeah, you are!’ Jerome added,
In a few minutes, she climaxed before the hunks dismounted her and unloaded in her shoes.
‘Be careful not to stagger!’ Troy warned her.
However, she could hardly believe him saying, ‘I wish mom was a slut.’
‘You’re weird!’ Jerome retorted.
Nevertheless, that was the way the afternoon ended, with Marie going home and feeling very, very satisfied.
~*~
Forest Nymph
Obviously, Marie’s first gangbang demonstrated her sordid needs. In fact, she was willing to try virtually anything, and on a Sunday evening, she walked out to the highway where she waited until a car stopped next to her.
The white, middle-aged driver noticed her shoes and asked, ‘Are you a hooker?’
‘No, I’m a slut and my name is Marie,’ she responded.
‘I’m Father Lloyd.’
‘You’re gorgeous and look old enough to be my dad,’ she said.
‘Why don’t you pretend you’re my daughter?’
‘That sounds fun,’ Marie answered.
Lloyd then opened the front passenger’s door, waved her into his car and pulled it into the woods beside the road.
They disembarked his vehicle and he inquired, ‘Do you remember the Biblical story about Jonah and the whale?’
‘Yeah. Why?’
‘I have a whale in my pants,’ Lloyd grinned as he lowered his trousers to reveal his 12-inched cock.
‘It mesmerizes you, doesn’t it?’ he said.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Well, there was a time when pagans worshiped trees, although you’ll worship the true god! Start praying!’ Lloyd ordered.
Marie knelt and aimed his dick into her mouth.
‘Dear Lord, please forgive my sinful daughter!’ Lloyd intoned.
‘I’m a sinner!’ her mind screamed.
‘You Babylonian whore!’ Lloyd condemned her.
‘I’m a filthy whore!’ she thought while an orgasm possessed her.
For 10 minutes, however, the priest roughly abused her throat, until he unplugged it, went to his car and returned with communion goblet.
He spilled his seed into it before handing it to her.
‘Swallow your shame, you foul woman!’ He instructed.
‘Yes, sir,’ -and she complied.
‘Do you love your daddy?’ Lloyd then sneered.
‘You’re the world’s best,’ Marie concluded the evening, though while she never saw Lloyd again, she relished being a ‘sinner!’
~*~
Humiliated
The next Friday night, Marie, Jerome and Troy were drinking beer in Jerome’s motorcycle repair garage.
‘What have you been up to, bitch?’ Troy inquired.
‘I met a priest last Sunday evening. His name’s Lloyd and I pretended I was his daughter,’ Marie answered.
‘His daughter?’ Jerome replied.
‘Yeah. He asked me if I remembered the Bible story about Jonah and the whale because he had a whale in his pants. His cock’s enormous.’
‘Did he fuck you?’ Troy said.
‘I worshiped the ‘true god’ by sucking his prick,’ Marie responded.
‘What else did he say?’ Jerome asked.
‘That I’m a sinner, a Babylonian whore and a foul woman.’
‘But not a nun – right?’ Troy snickered.
‘I couldn’t wear a habit, especially since mine are so bad!’ Marie said.
‘Really!’ Jerome snorted, then: – ‘I know a good way to intoxicate you!’
He shoved her to the floor, placed his thumb over his bottle, quickly guided its neck into her vag and shook it until foam ran down her thighs.
‘You’re already drunk, aren’t you?’ Troy asked.
‘Yeah!’
In a bit, Jerome lifted her to her feet and the bottle fell to the floor.
‘You’re going to church this Sunday morning,’ he said.
‘Okay,’ she agreed.
However, she had no idea regarding Jerome’s and Troy’s plan.
They ordered her to wear regular stockings, shoes and a long dress before they took her to the church where she sat between them on the rear pew.
Next, Jerome activated a vibrator and thrust it into her snatch.
‘Oooooh, myyyy gawwwd!’ she whispered, with humiliation surging through her while the pastor hurled Jehovah’s wrath against fornication.
Nonetheless aroused, she climaxed.
Once she, Jerome and Troy had left the service, Troy raised her dress and remarked, ‘Your cunt-juices have baptized your toy!’ – And…
‘… Amen!’ Jerome interjected.
~*~
Lusty Wench
‘What are you doing, this afternoon?’ Marie asked Jerome.
‘It’s Saturday and I’m fixing motorcycles,’ he answered.
‘You weren’t thinking about that when you humiliated me in church a month ago, were you?’ Marie responded.
‘I was trying to rev your engine,’ Jerome said.
‘You did that with a vibrator.’
‘Did you blush?’ he inquired.
‘I’m shameless,’ Marie answered.
‘That defines sluts,’ Jerome said, then: – ‘It’s rather cold to be wearing nothing except shoes, a bra, and panties.’
‘I’m hoping to seduce a stranger,’ Marie had barely responded when the door opened and a mid-30’s white man came into the garage.
‘Hello, I’m Doyle. Who are you?’ he asked.
‘I’m Jerome and this is Marie.’
‘Is she married?’ Doyle said.
‘I’ve never had the privilege,’ Marie told him.
‘I see. I dumped my wife because she’s a prude,’ Doyle informed her.
‘It’s too bad Marie can’t replace her,’ Jerome said.
‘You’re a lusty wench, aren’t you?’ Doyle responded.
‘I’m a slag if you’re using British terms,’ Marie displayed her knowledge.
‘Slag is so vulgar, not that I mind!’ Doyle sneered. ‘Anyway, I want to buy a motorcycle. How much do they cost?’
‘I’ll give you a $100 discount and throw Marie into the bargain,’ Jerome grinned.
‘That’s good price, considering she’s half-naked!’ Doyle laughed as he shredded her bra and panties.
Next, he stripped while her snatch started drooling over his strong chest, sculpted thighs and 11-inched weapon.
Similar to Lloyd, he was a gorgeous.
And Doyle pinned her against the wall before stuffing his penis into her loins.
‘Fuck this dirty whore!’ She screamed.
‘Take it!’ Doyle bellowed .
‘You’re a low-life bitch!’ Jerome snorted.
‘Oh, god, yes!’ – and she had a climax, followed by Doyle ‘urinating’ his semen into her vag and withdrawing from it.
‘Bang her, Jerome,’ he said.
‘I have a better idea,’ Jerome responded as he unzipped his jeans, moved behind Marie, inserted his cock-head in her bowels and jacked-off into them.
‘I’m oiling her guts!’ he smiled.
‘You’re a kinky bastard!’ Doyle said.
After he’d re-dressed, though, he asked ‘When can I buy a motorcycle?’
‘Tomorrow,’ Jerome answered.
‘Alright.’
Doyle then left the garage as Troy came in to announce, ‘Marie, I recently met a porn-director living in a bigger city. He knows you’re hot and will pay you to appear in movies.’
‘Are you serious?’ She exclaimed.
‘Yeah, I am,’ Troy said, and….
‘… Wow, you’ll be a famous star!’ Jerome predicted her future.
~*~
Smut-Queen
Constantly aroused, Marie repeatedly fingered her vag until the Friday morning a week later when she and Jerome ditched school, with them and Troy traveling to the city Troy had mentioned.
‘Are you nervous?’ he asked.
‘A little,’ she answered before the trio entered a building where Kevin, the white, 42-y/o director, was waiting.
‘Kevin, this is Marie and my friend, Jerome,’ Troy said.
‘A pleasure meeting you. Come into my office,’ Kevin replied.
Marie, Troy and Jerome did, as Kevin gestured toward 3 chairs: – ‘Have a seat,’
‘Thanks,’ Troy said,
‘I own Lewd Productions and specialize in gangbangs. You’re promiscuous, aren’t you, Marie?’ He questioned her.
‘Yeah,’ she responded.
‘Good, because nice girls respect themselves too much and I’m filming the Trash-Doll series,’ Kevin answered.
‘The only reason the cunt exists is to suck and fuck and that title’s perfect,’ Jerome remarked,
‘I agree,’ Kevin said, then took Jerome, Marie and Troy into his studio containing a bed and a camera.
‘Now, undress and strike a pose,’ he ordered.
Marie obeyed.
‘Holy cow, you’re a one sexy piece of filth! The camera loves you!’ Kevin marveled as handed her a script.
‘Memorize this and return at 7 tonight,’ he instructed.
‘I will,’ she promised.
After that, Jerome and Troy drove her to a motel where she studied her lines until she could repeat them word for word.
Next, she, Jerome and Troy went back and walked into the studio.
The white, 21-y/o Eli and white, 23-y/o Greg – her co-actors – had already stripped,
‘How are you?’ Eli greeted her.
‘I’m ready to perform,’ Marie said as she removed her clothes.
According to the script, she sat on the bed and smiled, ‘Hello, boys. I’m Marie, the trash-doll,’ – and she spread her legs before digging her finger into her snatch.
‘Isn’t that a pretty hole? That’s what I am, a hole,’ she said.
‘Holes suck cocks!’ Eli snarled as he launched his 10-inched spear into her mouth and Greg’s thick, 11-inched rod impaled her dung-pussy.
Meanwhile, Kevin was shooting the scene from various angles, though Marie’s felt ecstasy bringing to her orgasm after orgasm.
Eli and Greg also had the stamina of bulls, and they lasted 45 minutes before they cum-soiled her face.
‘You’re a natural. Let’s go to my office and I’ll sign you to a $5,000 contract,’ Kevin said.
‘When will the movie hit the market?’ Troy asked.
‘It’ll be shown at The Imperial Adult Theater this Sunday. Here are free tickets to watch it,’ Kevin answered.
However, the youngsters stayed at the motel until Sunday and attended the film’s premiere.
And she couldn’t help masturbating again while the credits scrolled up the screen:
Lewd Productions
presents
TRASH-DOLL No. I
starring
Marie
The Sexy Piece Of Filth
One Strange Night
One Strange Night · Non Consent · I have a friend named Anna, who is single and lives alone. She is a normal middle-aged woman, or I thought she was until a few days ago. Then something strange happened. I accidentally found her naked picture online. When I asked her about it, she told me a strange story. I couldn’t believe her story. However, since it was very erotic and interesting, I’m going to write it down the way she said it happened. You can judge whether it’s realistic or made-up for yourselves:
One Strange Night
Anna was sleeping one night. She heard a voice like a door opening, which woke her up. She was just out of bed, when suddenly a masked stranger entered her room and pointed a gun at her. She was terrified and thought it’s a robbery, but the man shouted something she was not expecting: “Take off everything you are wearing right now!”
She was shocked and started begging for mercy. She even told him where her valuables were, but he kept ordering her to strip naked with an angry voice.
Anna was very afraid and submitted. She took off everything she was wearing. But to her surprise, the masked man ordered her to tidy her hair and pose for a camera he had brought, which she did. The man took several naked pictures of her. He carefully ordered Anna to pose in certain ways and fix her face expression, as if she was voluntarily posing for a naked picture, and took pictures of her like that.
Anna had no idea why he made such demands, but every time she asked what was going on, or begged for mercy, the man pointed his gun at her and ordered her with a terrifying voice, which forced Anna into submission.
After the pictures, he ordered Anna to do jumping jacks in front of him. By this point, he had threatened Anna so badly that she had stopped asking questions and begging for mercy, and just did what he asked. She had some overweight which made doing jumping jacks a hard job, but the man ordered her to do it fast and nonstop. She was forced to do it for a long time, maybe 10-15 minutes, during which her whole body was exposed and her large breasts swung in the air.
She was losing her breathe and sweating like crazy when the masked man decided that was enough. He ordered Anna to lie on the bed, spread her legs and hold them in the air, exposing her pussy completely. After she did it, he took out something Anna wasn’t expecting at all: A vibrator!
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Seeing that, the man called her a “juicy fat bitch” and ordered her to sit on her arms and knees on the bed, like a quadruped. She did that and the man grabbed her large breasts and began squeezing them, as if he was milking a cow. He ordered Anna to moo for him. When she refused, he spanked her hard. Anna submitted to his will again, but she needed some more spanking in order to raise her mooing voice to his desired level. She was “milked” like that for several minutes, until his master decided that was enough.
He ordered Anna to sit on the bed and masturbate, and also moan and play with her breasts. Anna began following that order and the man started filming Anna like that. After a few minutes, the masked stranger closed her eyes with a piece of cloth and ordered her to continue masturbating while moaning loudly. He said she is not allowed to stop until she reaches another orgasm, after which, he would leave her. Anna, being blinded, blindly did what he asked.
She masturbated for a long time. Since she had already reached one orgasm, reaching a second orgasm was harder and more time consuming. During this time, the man said nothing to her. It took her a long time to reach another orgasm.
Anna was very tired now. She had used almost all of her energy. She was soaking wet with sweat and her pussy juice. She was waiting for another order, but there was only silence.
Maybe it was the result of multiple orgasms, or maybe she was threatened with a gun so much that the threat couldn’t cause any more fear, but at any rate, she was no longer afraid. She asked: “are you done yet you fucking pervert?!”
There was no response. Anna felt a little silly. She had done what the man asked her all night long because he had a gun. But a gun shot would have alerted the entire neighborhood. Besides, why would he shoot? Was a “juicy fat bitch” worth it?! She realized that she was submitting to empty threats all night. She removed the piece of cloth from her eyes. It was almost morning and the room was getting lit by sunlight, but there was no one around.
The man had left while she was masturbating and moaning loudly for herself. To her surprise, he had left the gun. But upon a closer inspection, Anna realized that the gun she was threatened with all night long was just a plastic toy gun!
It took her some time to gather her thoughts. She thought about calling the police, but what could she tell them? There wasn’t even any evidence to prove the story had actually happened. Nothing was stolen. Besides, it was very embarrassing to admit what she had done merely because someone threatened her with a toy gun which didn’t even looked too real! So, she decided to keep everything to herself.
Sometime later, one of the naked pictures that man took ended up on porn sites. She looked a little nervous in that picture, but no one could have proved it was taken involuntarily. I accidentally saw it and talked to her about it, and she told me this amazing story as an explanation.
Although she showed me a toy gun as a proof, I personally think there is a much simpler explanation: She was lonely, horny and perhaps a little drunk one night. She needed a man, she needed to demonstrate her beauty, so she took the picture and posted it online. To be honest, aside from the nervous look in her face, she actually looks very good in that picture!
I believe there is nothing wrong with what she did in any of the scenarios. In the first scenario, I would have done the same if I was threatened with a gun. Besides, considering her good description of the details, her two orgasms and her unwillingness to call the police, I say if someone actually did that to her, he did her a favor! In the second scenario, there is nothing wrong if an adult woman wishes to demonstrate her beauty. There is nothing to be ashamed of in either of these scenarios.
I hope you have enjoyed her amazing story. I certainly did. I found it so arousing that I had a little role playing with my man and put myself in that scenario! It was fun.
Do you think Anna is telling the truth or something else has happened?
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