*1*
Sherri pulled into the mall parking lot with high hopes. Her prom was in three
weeks and she was excited about buying a new dress. She had lost ten pounds just
so that she could wear a dress one size smaller. Going into the first store she
saw, Sherri started to pick out items to try on. In the dressing room she looked
over her "new" body in the mirror. Standing in her bra and panties she saw an
attractive 17 year old with shoulder length, sandy colored hair. Her figure was
now slim and athletic looking from the regimen of diet and exercise she'd
adopted. Yes, it would do, she thought, and I hope Scott likes it too. She and
Scott Daniels had been dating steady now for six weeks and it was obvious to her
that he was getting a little upset about her lack of "commitment" to a sexual
relationship. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in taking it to the next
level. Lord knew she went home after every date with him too excited to sleep.
Sometimes she even had to turn off the lights and crawl way under the covers to
touch herself, to imagine Scott above her, letting go of her nervousness and
fear, until that delicious feeling crashed over her. But prom night was the
night, decided long ago with three of her closest friends. Two of those had
since moved away and she knew Jenny, the third, hadn't managed to keep the pact.
But she had. Soon with her new body and her beloved Scott, she would join the
world of the sexually active. Scott had tried to understand how she felt, he'd
been good about not bugging her for more. Besides, its not like she didn't do
anything. They kissed, hot, long, tongue tangled kisses that made her tingle all
over. He played with her naked breasts, squeezing and stroking, kissing and
sucking on the nipples. She even, just last week, let him reach under her skirt
to slip his long, thick fingers into her panties, stroking the dark blonde hair
that grew between her thighs, pushing the hair aside to feel the slickness
below... God, she would never finish shopping at this rate.
The alley was deserted as he pulled his van inside. It became "T" shaped further
back, but had no other openings. No windows, no doors. Dealers didn't come here
because there was no avenue of escape. So the cops didn't come here either. In
fact, the only people that came here were the bums, and him, of course. He had
an unspoken agreement with the derelicts. They never mentioned him, and not only
did they stay alive, but they usually got a present as well. The van backed into
the alley, out of sight of the street, and came to a stop. After sitting quietly
for a moment, the back doors swung open and something dropped to the ground. The
van's engine started and it moved away. Nothing stirred in the dark of the alley
for a few minutes. Then the shadows came to life, shuffling slowly to the
"package" waiting on the ground. Grubby hands reached from tattered clothes to
remove the blanket wrapping their new toy. A nude young woman was inside, as
usual. She was very pretty, dark hair cut short. Her face, unmarred, was a
startling contrast to her marked and bruised body, which, besides the brand, was
criss-crossed with whip marks and black to yellow contusions. The dark hair
between her legs couldn't hide the raw and swollen flesh below. The unconscious
young woman was pulled deeper into the darkness and laid on her back on the
blanket. Dirty fingers pinched and prodded her already abused form. Her legs
were separated and a small battle ensued over who would be first. Finally one
man climbed on and shoved inside. He tried to make it last, slowing his pace to
play with her nipples and to lick along her perfect jaw line. The end came much
sooner than he would have liked. But, he thought, as another took his place,
there'll be lots more opportunities. She came out of her drugged state two hours
later. A large, black man was pumping the last of his load into her. Immediately
another man got on. There was a large puddle of cum beneath her ass. She cried
out from the invasion of her already raw pussy. She wanted to speak, to beg him
to stop. She would have offered to use her hands or mouth on him. But she could
only moan and grunt as his mouth took possession of hers and his tongue forced
it's way in. Once everyone had used her as much as they wanted, one approached
her to explain the rules. She would stay there for a few days, just until any
trace of Him had been erased. While she was there, she was theirs, for anything,
anytime. When she was released she was free. He would never bother her again as
long as she didn't give any information about Him or this alley. As the bum went
over the rules he shoved her mouth onto his dirty cock. Three nights later the
young woman stumbled naked into a police car cruising the street. She didn't
know where she had been for the last three weeks but it was a motorcycle gang
who had taken and tortured her.
*2*
Sherri wasn't having much luck. Four stores now and not one dress that she
liked. After about an hour and a half she was hungry and stopped for a bite at
taco bell. Then it was on to number five. This was a new shop and she had never
been inside. As she went from rack to rack she knew that this was the lucky
store, here she would find one. There were five dresses in her hand before she
knew it. Taking her booty, Sherri made her way to the dressing room. On the way,
she saw a couple shopping together. He resembled Scott, which got her thinking
again. The man, not realizing that he was being watched, rubbed his girl's ass
gently. As she leaned back against him, in obvious appreciation of his hand, his
other arm moved to her front and began to massage her crotch. Sherri, now
crouched behind another rack of clothes nearby, watched intently. As the scene
unfolded before her eyes she could feel her nipples getting hard and that tingle
returning to her body. After a minute, the man looked around to make sure that
no one had spotted them, then slipped his hand into the waist of his partner's
shorts. A second later she let out a small moan and from her hidden vantage
Sherri could see his hand moving inside the fabric. A minute later the woman
started bucking her hips against his fingers and she came, biting on her hand to
keep from yelling out. They stood, him holding her up for a moment, until she
turned and kissed him on the lips. That was great, she said, next store it's
your turn. Sherri watched as they wandered off. She had never imagined anything
like that before. But after seeing it, she was so worked up that she could
barely move. Standing up, she flipped her hair off her sweaty brow and went to
the dressing room to try on the clothes. Just as she had predicted, two of the
dresses looked good and she picked the prettiest one. Taking it up to the
counter, she paid for it and walked out of the store. She almost floated the
short distance to her car. She had a beautiful dress, a slim body, a prom coming
up, and she was soon going to give herself to a wonderful young man. Life
couldn't get any better. As she opened the door to her car, she heard a step
behind her. She started to turn around, but a cloth covered her mouth and nose.
Everything went black.
It was time to find the next one. Father said so. He pulled the van into
the choosing place. All the lucky ones were picked from here. Hopefuls gathered
thick here, all trying for the chance to be useful. But not just anyone could be
Chosen. They had to give the sign, show that they were ready. He sat and watched
the hopefuls parade in front of Him. Several looked possible, but never gave the
sign. So He wandered throughout the place, hopefuls and possibles everywhere,
but none were deserving enough to signal him. He almost gave up when he saw her.
He moved closer to see her. She wasn't paying attention to Him, she was looking
at another hopeful standing with a man. They looked strange, preoccupied. He
watched her watch them. Then they finished their... dance? They left and as she
stood up she gave the sign. She was ready! She went behind a door. After a few
minutes He thought to follow, maybe she wanted Him to meet her in there. No, the
Chosen came out in a while with some clothes. Ahhh...something to wear for Him,
such a thoughtful one. No wonder she was ready. He followed her out to her car.
In moments she was dreaming of their times to come. He put her in the car, and
taking her keys, drove to His van. After moving her, He left the keys to the car
in the ignition, maybe someone else could use it while she didn't need it.
*3*
Sherri woke to the smell of cooking steak. I'm starving, she thought. But when
she tried to sit up and open her eyes a wave of nausea overtook her and she
vomited on herself. Then she realized that she wasn't in her own bed. She opened
her eyes slowly and without sitting up. The mattress beneath her was bare and
soiled. It was on the floor and was the only furniture in the room. A single
door was set in the far wall. Without thinking she again attempted to rise. Bile
forced its way back into her mouth and a black wall surrounded her. He
spoke softly to Father as He made some dinner. This was the best one in a long
time. She was so beautiful and so considerate, what with buying new clothes to
wear for him and parking where they could easily meet. Yes, she was most
promising. Soon she would wake and they could start their time together. He
almost went to look at her again, but no, He might disturb her, and she would
need her rest. He ate quickly, wanting to go over the plans with Father again
when He was done. They talked for about an hour after dinner and then He pulled
his chair to in front of the door. It wouldn't do to have her wander around the
house. Hopefuls always enjoyed it more when they didn't know what to expect. As
he slept, the dreams filled his head, just as they did before every new one. She
was there, as always Her physical beauty almost hid the monster inside. She
yelled at him, the words unclear, but the meaning coming through. She hated him,
his life was a waste, just like his father's. She was sorry that she hadn't cut
him out of her before he was born. She pushed Her hair out of her eyes and
grabbed him. Then the belt, up and down, up and down. Father came in to try to
stop her, but there was nothing he could do from the chair. Then the dark place.
Her forcing his chubby little legs to walk at her pace across the room to the
door. It opened and the bare wood floor loomed in his face. Then the dark. She
hated him now, but someday, he would find a way to make Her love him. Love him
just as much as he did her.
*4*
Sherri woke again to the sound of the door opening. Her head hurt, but there was
no sign of the nausea as she opened her eyes this time. A man came in, in his
mid thirties with unkempt black hair, but he looked normal. But normal men
didn't drug and kidnap young girls. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it
shock when a horrible odor came out. Looking down, she saw the front of her
T-shirt covered with dried vomit. Tsk, tsk, what did you do to yourself? His
tone was that which she might use with a small child. Now don't worry, we'll get
you cleaned up. Just follow me, come on. Before she could say anything he spun
around and stepped out of the room. Not knowing what else to do, Sherri
followed. He led her around a corner to a bathroom. There was no door on the
frame. He leaned down and began to fill the tub, then turned back to the
frightened girl. Come on, come on, get those dirty things off. We'll make you
nice and clean again. Sherri shook her head. I....I can't in front of you. His
expression didn't even waver as his hand crashed into the side of her face. She
fell backwards against the wall and slid to the floor. She heard a click and a
knife moved toward her. She stayed very still as it moved to her neck, then
slipped into the collar of her shirt and pulled downward. The thin material
parted to reveal her bra then he tugged the stained cloth off of her. The point
dung slightly into the flesh between her breasts as he inserted it under the
support between the cups of her bra and cut that also. He showed less interest
in her white mounds than she would have expected, just looking for a moment and
nodding to himself. Her nipples were tight with fear. Stand up so I can finish.
Come on girl, up. He was still speaking to her as a child, but she knew that she
better obey this time. Getting to her feet, Sherri reached for the buttons on
her jeans before he could. Soon they and her panties were laying around her
ankles. His eyes examined her some more, taking in her smooth thighs and the
light brown kinks at the juncture of her legs. Then he simply took her arm and
led her to the now full tub.
He was afraid for a minute that she would give Him trouble like the last one. He
suspected that they all felt at this moment that they weren't good enough for
Him. But at His order, there she was, cooperating again. It was such a pleasure
to be working with one that was really ready to love him. Leading her into the
tub, He began to wash her down. He felt the heat already begin between His legs.
She was enjoying herself too, she lay with her head back, the nubs of flesh on
her breasts were stiff with desire for Him. He ran His fingers over them,
lightly pinching and twisting. She squirmed with her building lust. Then He
reached deeper in the water, to the center of her body. The soft curls pushed
between His fingers and the opening below called to him. He slipped inside, then
met resistance. No wonder she was such a match for him. She was almost as
innocent as He was! Not able to wait longer, He grabbed her from the tub.
Dripping with water she followed, anxiously awaiting their first time together.
He took her to His room, an honor not often allowed one so new. He set her on
the bed and showed her the position to stay in. Then he climbed on with her.
*5*
Sherri closed her eyes and willed herself to ignore the hands exploring her
helpless body, but she had to react when he pinched her nipples. Then his hand
moved below the water and to her most private parts. His fingers played with her
pubic hair and then one shoved inside her vagina. He pushed against her
virginity for a second and a huge smile lit his face. He pulled her to her feet
and out of the tub. The chill from the air tightened her nipples further as he
led her to a different room than before. This one was furnished, if spartanly,
and had pictures on the walls. One wall held Polaroid pictures of young girls
and women in various poses and states of undress, none looked happy. Another
wall had photos of an attractive woman and a man in a wheelchair. He pushed her
on the bed and laid her on her back in the middle of the mattress. One of his
hands gripped her left leg and lifted it high, then he made her hold it up with
her hand. Then he motioned for her to do the same with her right side. She was
totally exposed to him. Fresh tears made their way down her cheeks as he gazed
at her for a second and then got on the bed. He knelt between her widespread
legs and removed his shirt. She closed her eyes, but a morbid fascination
overtook her and she had to watch as he pushed his pants and underwear to his
knees. His penis was much larger than Scott's, and she had been frightened of
what his would feel like. Now he leaned down and rubbed the mushroom shaped knob
against her, parting the virgin lips. Whimpers of fear escaped her mouth but she
couldn't close her eyes to the sight of him slipping slowly into her. The big
head disappeared and a feeling of fullness came from her crotch. Then he pushed
harder and as the sparse brown hairs parted to take more, he reached her hymen.
She screamed at the pain as he fell on her, shoving himself through her defense.
Then he lay still, relishing the tightness around his manhood. After a minute he
turned his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard and started to
chew on it. She couldn't help but cry out in pain and that was when he started
to move inside her. Slowly building rhythm, he switched between breasts, turning
both into mounds of pain. His lips moved up to hers. She almost threw up again
as his tongue sliced along her mouth and forced it's way inside. He was
pistoning inside her now and his huge organ was hitting the back of her vagina,
making her jump and scream out on every down stroke. Finally he buried himself
deep and held still for what seemed like a very long time. Sherri felt his cock
jerking in her as he came.
Tears and sounds of joy escaped her as He brought her body to it's full
potential. Then, as he bit into her breast He was sure that she had an orgasm.
Father's teachings were always correct. Pain is the way to a woman's heart. He
lasted as long as he could, but finally couldn't hold out any longer. He pounded
into her, feeling the back of her passage meet him on each stroke. He was
satisfied for the time being. Perhaps some rest before continuing. He fastened
her wrists to the cuffs on the headboard and lay next to her, her chest as his
pillow. He fell asleep quickly, but even with a new hopeful at his side, the
dreams found him. He was almost as big as Her now, but that didn't change the
way She treated him. He understood more now, too. The way She treated him was
wrong. Even if he was a bad boy, even if She didn't love him. Then She caught
him behind the house with Sally Graham. Sally showed him hers, a strange little
cut in her body. When he took his out Sally told him that it went in hers. That
grown-ups did it to feel good. Sally had her hand on it when Mother came around
the corner. He'd never seen her so angry. She pushed her long hair back out her
face and came after him. After She strapped his back and butt She told him to
pull it out again. He knew better than to argue. When he did, the strap came
down again. On his thing, on the little balls below. When he woke up, he was in
the closet again. It was a long time before She let him out again. But when she
did, Father pulled him aside and told him what to do.
*6*
After a sleepless time trapped under the restless, slobbering head of her
rapist, Sherri fell into a fitful sleep. Only to be woken an hour later. He
pulled her from the bed and led her down the hall. He ignored any attempt to
talk to him, finally looking at her and telling her that she wasn't ready to
speak with him yet. He gave her a bowl of cereal and an orange to eat. She had
forgotten how hungry she was. She felt his eyes on her as she ate and by the end
of the meal, she was certain that he would rape her again right then. He led her
into another room. This one, meant to be a living room, was filled with... she
didn't know what they were. Contraptions made of metal and wood. He led her to
one. Making her stand within it, he tied her arms and legs to the frame. Then he
went to the side and began turning a crank. Her whole body began to move until
she was positioned horizontally, facing down. Her wrists and ankles were
supporting all her weight and began to protest immediately. Then he turned
another crank and her limbs began to stretch. A burning in her joints became an
inferno, and she screamed. She was sure that he was going to pull her right
apart. He finally stopped turning the handle and stepped around to her head. Do
you understand why I do this yet? Do you feel the love building inside you? She
couldn't answer, even if she knew what he wanted to hear, her voice was already
hoarse from screaming. Now you will begin to understand what most women never
do. The connection between pain and love. Before you leave here you and I will
be great lovers. He brought a stool over to her head and stood on it. Grasping
her head, he pushed his hard member deep into her mouth. Whatever happens, you
better not bite me, he whispered in her ear. She didn't realize that he was
holding anything until the belt came down on her ass. She somehow found the
voice to scream again, muffled as it was by the flesh invading her mouth. It
came down again, wrapping around her thigh. She sucked frantically on him,
hoping that the whipping would stop when he came. The belt whistled through the
air and struck. It laid a path straight down the crack of her ass and the tip
struck directly on the sensitive lips of her pussy. The sound that came from her
wasn't even human, but served to inflame him as her lips had not. Thick, white
cum spurted into her mouth and down her throat. Between the pain of the belt and
the relief of his orgasm she fell into a deep dark hole.
She really was perfect. The marks that the belt left were perfectly straight and
perfectly red on her skin. Her eager mouth did wonderful things to his manhood.
But best of all was her reaction to the pain. Her screams were right on pitch
and most hopefuls before didn't even remain conscious as long as she did. He was
so excited that He remained hard even after the tremendous orgasm in her mouth.
Moving around her still form He came to her other end to examine the effect of
the belt on her. Her body was soaked with sweat and long red welts marked where
the belt had traveled. But best of all was between her long legs. The lips were
swollen and bright red, almost to the point of bursting and her little clit,
hidden until now, was huge and angry looking. The very tip of the belt must have
struck right on. Remembering that He was still hard, He brought around the stool
and began to push His way in. Even unconscious, the pain of His entrance made
her moan. Thrusting strongly for ten minutes, He finally let go another small
load deep in her. Pulling out, He went into the kitchen to eat. She came to a
half hour later and, hearing her moans, He went to her and whispered into her
ear. Did you feel it, my darling? Did you feel the love well up inside of you?
She nodded her head gently. Yes, this was going to be a very good one. Soon she
would be ready to meet Father. He sat down in a chair to watch her swinging
body, and was quickly deep in thought. Father told him what to do. Go into the
kitchen and get a heavy frying pan. Then, sneak up on Her and bring the pan down
on Her head as hard as you can. While She is vulnerable, tie Her hands and feet
with some clothesline. Use as much as you have to to keep Her from getting free.
Then drag Her in here to me and we'll decide what to do. He waited until She was
getting ready for bed. Peeking through Her door with the pan in his hand, he
caught Her as She pulled Her shirt off and over Her head. The pan made a dull
sound as it connected and She fell without a sound. Soon she was laid on the
floor at Fathers feet, dressed in only the bra and panties that she hadn't
removed or covered before being hit. Father had him pour cold water over her
head to wake her. She sputtered and cursed but couldn't get free. They let her
lay there and get used to her new situation. She had never been on the receiving
end before. For the first time in years, Father smiled.
*7*
The next few days were a living hell. He left her strung up for hours on end in
constantly changing positions. When he did let her down, she couldn't move
anything, her muscles were so sore. He used her constantly. Raping mouth or
vagina whenever he got the slightest erection. He whipped her without reason,
often while whispering words of endearment in her ear. Her large breasts held a
lot of his attention. He really seemed to enjoy hitting or attaching things to
them. Once he put alligator clips on her nipples and jerked them off while he
raped her, licking up the blood. He filled her vagina with a large assortment of
things when he wasn't in it himself. One of his favorites was a broom handle
covered with sandpaper Finally he took her down and laid her on the mattress
that she had first woken on. She didn't know it, but he let her sleep for 15
hours. She had learned to tell him that she loved him whenever the situation and
the pain let her talk. Perhaps if she did things that he liked, he wouldn't hurt
her as bad. When he finally woke her up, that was how she greeted him. He rubbed
her, exploring the body that he already knew so well, until he couldn't stand it
anymore. Then he climbed between her legs. Through the pain of the attack, she
found the presence of mind to tell him that she loved him, it seemed to quicken
his orgasm. When he was done he pulled her up and led her to the living room
again. This time he positioned her in a chair and tied her down. Compared to
what he had been doing, this was almost comfortable. He walked into the kitchen
and came out with an instrument of some sort in his hand. She didn't know what
it was, but as he approached she could see that it was glowing with heat. You're
going to be leaving me soon, love, this will always remind you of our times
together and our love for each other. Then he laid it on her skin.
She was so good. He had never had one trained this quickly. But mixed with the
pride of accomplishment was the sadness that they would soon part forever. It
was always a bittersweet time, but now He was pretty sure that the next one
couldn't be so ready for him, would probably be a let down. She took the brand
well. She screamed as it did it's work then she fainted away. It would look
perfect when it healed. A neat little heart right on her stomach. He was careful
when he lifted her up and carried her to the mattress. He dressed the wound and,
not being able to resist her, gently made love to her. She slept for a few more
hours and then He dressed and led her out of the room again for the final step.
She had to meet Father.
*8*
Sherri was a mass of pain. If her muscles didn't hurt to walk, then the chaffing
between her legs did. Her throat was raw from several days of screaming. The
burn on her stomach hurt like hell whenever she moved or breathed and she
thought that her breasts might never recover. But she would soon be free of this
maniac. He told her that she just had to meet his father and then she could go.
From a closet in the living room he brought out her new prom dress, telling her
to put it on. Pulling it over her head, she discovered that she looked almost
normal. Most of the abuse didn't show outside of her brief dress never mind
regular street clothes. Her hair was dirty from sweat and she had no makeup on,
but now she knew that she could walk down a street without everyone knowing what
had happened to her. He led her to a bedroom at the other end of the house. This
room was dark and with some shock Sherri saw that one wall held a one way mirror
that looked into the room where she had been tortured. Her mind slipped for a
moment. Images of what she must have looked like hanging from that frame, being
hurt and raped, filled her eyes. The sound of her captor's voice drew her back
to reality. ...man responsible for everything that I know about women, my
father. Now come over and meet him, come on. Sherri turned and looked into the
dim. A man sat in a wheelchair not five feet from her. He looked sickly and old,
though he was probably not more than forty-five. She stepped closer and then
felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her to her knees. The man in the chair
didn't move or say anything, if fact only his eyes appeared able to move. His
hands on the arms of the chair were impossibly thin and brittle looking. An odor
that she could only define as rotting emanated from him. But his eyes, they
could definitely move. She almost felt them exploring her face and body. Father,
are you ready? Sherri noticed that his eyes nodded up and down in response. The
man reached down and gently pulled his father into his arms. Taking him to a bed
further in the shadows, he laid him down. Her captor turned back to her. Now you
will dance for us while you slowly remove your dress. The instructions brought a
sob of horror from her lips. Until now, all the pain and humiliation had been
visited on her. But to strip for them, to actively pleasure them... she would
almost prefer a beating. Almost. Sherri stood and began to sway. She closed her
eyes and silently sang a song from one of her favorite groups. Swinging her hips
to the beat in her head, she reached up and slowly lowered a strap of her gown.
It fell down, revealing the top of one bruised breast almost to the nipple. A
moment later she reached for the other strap. It, too, fell. The dress dropped
down to her stomach, but she stopped it there. Her breasts swayed with her,
still hurting. The song continued, she worked the fabric over her hips, pausing
just above her pubic hair. It puzzled her, but for some reason, even knowing
that these two men had seen every inch of her body for days now, she was
embarrassed. Finally she let it go, and the dress fell to her feet. Now touch
yourself like I touch you. Make love to yourself. Her face burned with shame.
She almost refused, but the lure of release and the fear of punishment was too
strong. She reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her sore nipples. The
pain was bad, but she didn't stop. Then one hand made it's way over her abdomen
and crept into her pubic bush. She had to spread her legs more to fit her hand.
She slowly inserted one finger into her raw vagina, the pain was so bad that she
had to pause often to allow the swollen membranes a chance to adjust. Once in,
she began to slowly move it in and out. Finally after several minutes, she had
to stop. The pain was just too bad. She expected him to be angry. But he
actually looked happy. Her captor stood and walked over to her. He spoke quietly
in her ear. You will stay with father tonight. If you make him happy, you will
leave tomorrow. Then he turned and walked out the door, locking it behind him.
Sherri stepped to the bed. She tried to stay calm, after everything that she had
been through surely she could handle this. Do you want me to take off you
clothes? The eyes nodded. She bent to the task. It was harder than she would
have thought to undress him, even sick, he weighed more that she could easily
move. She unbuttoned and removed his shirt, his chest was sunken and barely
moved when he breathed. Somehow she worked his pants and underwear down and off.
His legs were as underdeveloped as his arms. His penis lay flaccid on his thigh.
She was shaking with exertion and fear. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her
while she performed for and undressed him. If he wasn't hard yet, maybe he
wasn't able. What happened if she didn't please him? Would they still let her
go? She decided not to find out. Sherri climbed on the bed, straddling his legs.
The smell of decay was even worse now, but somehow she ignored it and bent her
head down to his crotch. Sherri's lips captured the soft flesh, working it into
her mouth. She used her tongue to caress it, as the other had made her do so
often over the last few days. Slowly she felt it start to fill out. After
several minutes it was long enough that she couldn't hold it all in her mouth.
She pumped her head up and down. Sucking him deep on the down strokes. She went
this way for what seemed like forever. Suddenly he came without warning. The
unexpected, bitter fluid made her gag, but she somehow kept it down.
Surprisingly, after his orgasm he didn't soften. Sherri looked in his eyes. Are
you satisfied? The eyes shook back and forth. Tears sprang onto her cheeks.
Please, I'm so sore, can I suck you again? I'll make it really good. The eyes
shook again. Sobbing openly, Sherri moved forward and positioned herself over
his hard penis. Closing her eyes, she reached down and slowly lowered herself
onto him. The entrance was a fire in her crotch. Her swollen lips didn't want to
give in to the intruder. Finally, with a scream that echoed in the room, she
pushed down. She stayed there for several minutes, waiting for the pain to
recede. But it didn't. She realized that she would have to move if she were to
ever finish him off. Steeling herself, she supported her body with her hands on
either side of his head and began to move. The pain emanating from her abused
vagina filled her brain. Somehow she continued to move, unconsciously brushing
her breasts across his face with each stroke. After an eternity of torture she
felt his penis jerk in her. Exhausted, she fell onto his chest. Not able to bare
the pain of removing his member from her body, she fell asleep without getting
off of him.
He watched her through an opening in the wall. He was so proud of the team that
they made. Yelling out her joy and love for them, she lay gently on Father's
chest. When she fell asleep, He made his way to his own room and climbed onto
the bed. Mother hung naked in the doorway to her room. She had done very well
today, making love to both He and Father for a long time. The blood running from
between her legs was a testament to her abandonment to pleasure. Now He stood in
front of her with the switch that He was so familiar with in His hand, looking
at the slash marks across her breasts. She cried out whenever the switch struck
her. It had been a long week for Him, but finally mother had realized her love
for Them. Now whenever He asked, and often when he didn't, she would tell him. I
love you, please don't hurt me anymore, I do love you, please. But He knew that
He couldn't stop hurting her. That was the only time that they really loved you,
Father said so.
*9*
Sherri woke in the morning. She hadn't even moved during the night. The father
was awake already, staring at her face. His soft manhood was still in her and
felt like the sandpaper when she pushed herself up and off of him. Not able to
bear looking at the decrepit man that she had been forced to please the night
before, she covered him with a blanket and was putting her dress on when the
door opened. He took her to the kitchen, every step a nightmare of pain in her
crotch. After a small breakfast he gave her some pills to take, saying that they
would help the pain. She gobbled them down. Then she was led back to "her" room.
She sat on the mattress and for the first time in days considered what it would
be like to go home. And Scott, what would he think and say to her. Would he want
someone in her condition? Only a few days ago she was a virgin, looking forward
to her first time with the guy she loved. Now she felt like a piece of raw meat.
She fell into a drugged sleep without even knowing it.
He slipped himself into her for the last time. The swollen lips held Him
tightly, as if they knew that they would never feel His love again. After He
came, He gently wrapped her in a blanket and took her to the van. Laying her on
the floor, He opened the cover again to look at her. For the first and last
time, He kissed her. He would keep the dress as a reminder.
*10*
When she woke it was dark around her. Sherri heard the sounds of the city and
tried to get up to see where she was, but a dirty hand reached out of the
shadows to push her back. It was then that she noticed that she was naked, the
still painful brand the only unnatural thing on her. There was a rustling and a
man dressed in layers of grubby clothes lay on her. His knees pushing her
bruised thighs apart. A hand covered her mouth as he entered her, preventing her
scream from penetrating the walls around them. As he pumped, he told her the
rules. When he was done, another man sat on her chest. Tearfully, she opened her
mouth.
He got home and took care of Father. They discussed the last Chosen One for a
long time, both deciding that she was the best one in a long time. They would be
very lucky to ever get another of her quality again. But they had to try. Would
anyone else devote a lifetime to teaching women how to love? Mother died after
only a year, but in that time He had learned her full capacity for love. Father
was sad for a while until He got the idea to bring other women to love them.
They could teach them and then send them out into the world to teach others.
What a beautiful place the world could be with just a little more love.
*Epilogue*
After over a week of police and doctors, the dance was a welcome relief. Even if
she couldn't move comfortably enough to dance yet. The other kids tried not to
stare at their lost and now found classmate, and wondered what had happened to
her. One of the more gossipy girls claimed to have seen huge bruises on her
thighs when she sat down in class. Sherri ignored any stares or rumors and tried
to get her life back. That night, over Scott's objections, she insisted that
they follow through with their original plans. But in the motel room, she
couldn't help looking over Scott's arched back for someone else. A boy who's
father was a police officer managed to sneak off some copies of pictures and
reports taken at the hospital. But he kept them to himself, only taking them
from under his mattress for his own use. In the long run Sherri and Scott didn't
work out, but there were other fish in the sea. In fact, a cute boy did ask her
out a month later. She thought that she might feel safer with him anyway, his
father was a cop.
Judy woke in an almost bare room. The young redhead tried to move but felt too
sick. The door opened and a man came in. He was holding what looked to be an
evening gown. Hanging the dress on a nail in the wall, he stepped over to the
mattress and spoke softly. If you are really ready to learn then you might get
to wear this someday soon. THE END
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