Emily woke slowly, her eyelids heavy. She was cold, and the room was brighter than usual. She was uncomfortable,the surface beneath her hard and unyielding.
had she fallen out of bed? Still drowsy, she blinked a few times and tried to lift a hand to rub her eyes. That's when she realized she wasn't in her room, and suddenly she was wide awake.
She realized she was face down on some kind of table, her ample breasts squashed painfully against the cold surface, and her hands were strapped to the sides. She could feel something strapped around her head, and taste the rubber ball gag that had been shoved in her mouth. To make matters worse, she was naked. She began to panic, struggling to free her hands.
"It's no use", spoke a deep, monotone voice from behind her. She struggled to turn her head to see the source of the voice, but could not. "You won't be getting free until we're done" She tried in vain to speak around the gag, to bargain, and the voice chuckled. The sweet girl flinched as a hand reached out to brush her long, red hair from her eyes.
"I can take out the gag if you promise to be good. No screaming, no threats. you can be a good girl, can't you Emily?" asked the voice.
Emily simply nodded, terrified, and the man walked around to where she could see. He was middle aged, with short dark hair and a hint of grey. He was remarkably unremarkable, but his slick business suit and confident postire gave him an aura of authority that made him even more terrifying. He stood silently in front of her, admiring her pleading look for a second before kneeling in front of her.
He reached out, bruishing her long ginger hair out of her eyes once more then gently running a single finger over her cheek, admiring the soft, pale, freckled skin of her innocent face. He looked into her round green eyes and spoke once more. "Remember", he said firmly "Behave or I'll punish you" then reached behind her head and unclipped the gag.
Emily gasped for breath, gulping to hold back the tears. "Please!" she begged "Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone!" The man simply smiled, and the terrified girl continued to plead. "Please, just tell me what you want! I'll do anything!" Finally he spoke. "I knew you were a good girl, Emily. Now, let me tell you what I want. You see, I find it rare to encounter a girl with that combination of beauty and innocence that you have. Girls lose the virginity earlier and earlier these days, which makes it hard for men like me.
What I want, my girl, is to take that innocence of yours." Emily feel dead silent for a moment as the words sank in, and then the tears began to flow, and she began to beg.
please don't. Not like this." "Don't worry," he cooed, attempting to sound soothing. "As long as you're a good girl, I'll make sure you enjoy it almost as much as I do." She continued to beg, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. He began to trace it downwards, between her shoulder blades, and she began to thrash. He slid the hand under her, cupping her ample breasts, and she begged more. The hand traced down the small of her back, and she sobbed. Then it gently slapped her ass, and she screamed.
And that's when he changed. Suddenly his face was inches from hers, twisted in anger. "I told you to be a good girl!" he snarled, slapping her across the face, and she began to wail. He moved swiftly, pulling out a pistol, and held it to her head, shouting "Shut up!", and she stopped immediately.
"Second warning", he growled at her, standing up straight and fumbling with his pants. His erection sprung out, a large, veiny thing prodding her face. Her begging escalated further, and he cocked the gun and pressed it to her temple, his other hand grabbing her hair and twisting her head painfully back "No more warnings.
Suck it or I pull the trigger!" She fell silent, clenching her eyes shut as she obediently opened her mouth, but the taste alone was was enough. She stick out her tongue, and the bitter taste of his cock filled her mouth. He small mouth stretched wide to accomodate him, and she heard him moaning "Ohhh good girl" as he filled her mouth.
He began thrusting, slight movements, only the tip of his penis moving in and out of her mouth, then slid it in further. She gagged as it hit her tonsils, and he stopped. The gun still pressed against her head, she was terrified, and wrapped her lips around the filthy shaft invading her throat.
"Good girl" he whispered, relaxing slightly, and Emily sobbed with relief. He pulled out, and she started to panic once more as he walked around her abdomen disappeared from sight. He stood staring at her pale, shapely ass for a moment, then simply said "Don't complain", and slapped one of her asscheeks with an open hand.
He slapped the other, keeping both hands planted firmly on her butt and then spreading her ass cheeks apart. Emily stifled a sob, putting her face down and wincing as she felt his thumbs probing her virgin asshole and heard him murmer "Glad you shave.
Almost like you knew what was coming".
Then she felt a warm trickle, and began to cry softly as he poured something slippery directly onto her previously untouched asshole. She moved slightly, but with her legs tied to the legs of the bench, she could only do so much as she felt his hands gently squeezing her ass cheeks. She felt his thumbs probing at her sphincter as his hands kneaded her soft flesh, and she yelped as he gave her another soft slap. Then his thumbs spread her open, and she felt pressure as his hard cock was pushed up against her virgin anus.
She grit her teeth as the pressure built, and then he was in, his hard shaft sliding slowly and painfully into her, the lubrication doing little to dull the pain of her tight ring of flesh gripping him hard. It burned, and tears were now streaming down her cheeks as he slid in, until eventually she felt his thighs against hers.
He slid out slowly, the suction pulling her already sore asshole tight, and she couldn't help but let out a low squeel. Then, just as it seemed he was almost out, he pushed in again, and the cycle repeated.
He began to pick up the pace, each thrust slightly faster, slightly harder than the last. She could hear him beginning to pant behind her, still squeezing her ass. Each time he pushed in, she could feel his hairy balls slapping against her pussy, the dripping lube combining with this to create a tingling sensation. His thrusts were getting faster and faster, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh abdomen his heavy breathing the only sounds she could hear as her body jerked back and forth on the table.
Then he grunted, pulling her close, and she felt his shaft twitching inside her as he came. He slid out of her slowly, and another sob wracked her petite body as she felt his warm fluids in her sore ass.
"Good girl" he repeated breathlessly. Emily just lay silently, defeated as he walked around to her front, tracing a finger up from her sore ass, along the small of her back and then stroking her hair. He knelt in front of her again, and she averted her eyes in shame. He lifted the gag, and placed it sound her head, the tasteless ball filling her mouth once more.
"Now I'm going to make you a generous offer, so listen carefully", he said with a smile, and she finally lifted her gaze to meet his once more. "Tonight is going to be a big night for you either way. Some things are not negotiable. You will have sex with many men. They will not use protection. They will not know who you are. No, I will not let you go before the night is complete, but as long as you behave, you can go home at the end of the night.
Now, you can make one request about tonight. Don't waste it" With that, he reached around behind her head and once again released the ball gag. Tears were beginning to well in her her eyes yet again, and she began to beg "Please. please just let me go-" "Wrong answer", he snapped swiftly locking the ball gag into place. She began to thrash in the restraints, screaming as well as she could around the gag. He once again whipped the pistol out and help it to her head, growling "Shut up!" Emily simply fell silent, and he smiled.
"It's not all bad. Think about this: its happening no matter what. At the end you get to go home, and if you're good, fifty thousand dollars will be deposited in your account. That's a head start on life, and all it costs is a few hours of your time." **** I smiled at her, lifting a finger to wipe another tear from her cheek.
I was once more amazed at the silky smoothness of her pale, freckled skin and her beautiful, innocent features.
I stood once again, walking once more around her as I admired the long red hair, the arch of her back, her tiny waist, and that deliciously well-shaped ass. My cock twitched at the memory of having taken her, but I would have to control myself. I looked over at the wheeled table against the far wall, and sighed.
Time to get back to work. I approached the wheeled table, checking the wheels were unlocked, and began to push it towards the small, frightened beauty in the centre of the room. The poor girl was trying to free her hands from the leather straps, and doing a poor job of hiding it as I moved the wheeled bench to the side of the stationary one to which she was strapped. I was running out of time, so to prevent her struggling, I cocked the fake pistol and pressed it to her head once more.
Of course I needed her in one piece for what was to come next, but she didn't know that, and I knew fear was a great motivator. So as I unclipped her right arm and leg and rolled her over, I said a few simple words; "Be good or die", I said as I pulled gently on her shoulder, and she rolled effortlessly onto her back and onto the wheeled bench. The table ended just behind her shoulders, forcing her to hold her head up manually as I strapped her hands in place.
I finished tightening the straps, ignoring her pitiful sobs as I wheeled the bench to its destination; Against one of the walls lay solid wooden stocks, blocking the window to the a small, secondary room. It was here that I moved the table, locking my beautiful captive so that her head and hands were securely fastened, kept separate from the main room.
*** Emily just lay defeated as her hands and head were securely fastened in the smaller room. At least her head was supported now, resting on a padded table, and she could just see her hands in the darkness if she turned her head to the side. The thick block of wood locked around her wrists and neck were not overly tight, but they were tight enough that she had next to no movement, almost as if they were fitted to her. She could move her legs and lower body freely, allowing some measure of comfort, even though her butt was right at the end of the table so her legs were once agsin unsupported.
Not being able to see her nakedness was both relaxing and terrifying, but at least nobody was touching her at the moment. Rather than panic, she took this as a time to think. Something flickered above her, and she jerked in surprise as six digital screens came to life, all pointed down so she could see them clearly.
The picture came into focus and she realized they were connected to cameras in the main room. The central camera must have been connected just on the other side of the stocks from her head, and was almost as if she could simply lift her head to look down at her body.
It had a clear view of her firm C-cup breasts, with their round areolae and small nipples, followed by her flat stomach and her gymnasts thighs. Two of the other cameras were focused on her from the side, where she could see her naked body strapped to the bench, everything from the shoulders down on display.
One more camera was focused on her from directly above, showing a birds eye view of her pale, naked young body. She took a moment to realize where the fifth was pointed; it must have been on the floor at the foot of the bench - no, it was attsched to the bottom of the bench.
It pointed upwards, giving a perverted view of her round ass cheeks from below. She could see her legs dangling idly, and tried to kick at the camera with her foot, but gave up quickly. Between her round butt cheeks she could see her own ass hole, and it burned slightly, causing her to sniffle as she remembered the rape she had endured. As she looked expectedly at the blank sixth screen, she was startled by movement in one of the side cameras.
Her captor had reappeared, carrying rope and steel poles. Suddenly terrified again, she froze in fear. Was he going to beat her with the poles? Rape her again?
Was he going to kill her this time? But no, he ignored her. The poles seemed to lock in place on the corners of the table, standing vertically, and she allowed herself to relax, resolving not to cry again.
She watched in silence as they were fixed to the corners of the table, then flinched as he grabbed her left ankle. She began kicking frantically, and he simply looked into the camera and pulled out the gun, smiling at her.
She stopped instantly, and he chuckled. Now she was angry, fuming as he grabbed her left leg once more and lifted it, strapping her ankle to the pole on the left corner of the table. He repeated this with her right leg, strapping it to the right pole. She was now immobilized, her wrists and head stuck in the stock while her legs were held wide apart by the poles.
She could move only her midsection, and the bastard knew it. He climbed up onto the bench, putting his hands beside her waist as she strained against her bindings. She could feel his hot breath on her smooth, soft skin, and she could see from multiple angles.
He looked at the camera and smiled right at her, then slowly bent forward, opening his mouth to take her left nipple. She felt a warm wetness as he wrapped his lips around it, and she screamed into the gag as she felt his tongue sliding around her small pink nipple. "Good" he said, his voice coming clearly from a speaker nestled between the monitors. "If I didn't know better I'd think that's a quiet little moan." He climbed down from her, running a hand up her thigh, and she flinched.
She glared at the monitors, fuming as he pulled what appeared to be a phone from his pocket. "Now wiggle that ass", he commanded. Emily refused, and he lifted his phone, holding it up to the camera, and pressed a button.
An electrical charge raced through the table, passing through a cluster of flat metal studs in the surface of the table, and Emily shrieked in pain as the charge touched her lower back. "Now", he repeated. "Wiggle. That. Ass!" As he pressed the button, the girl used her legs to lift her backside from the table, and her captor beamed like a proud father.
"I knew you were a quick learner!" A wave of relief washed over Emily, and the man lunged. He put his hands inside her thighs, his fingers splayed across her soft flesh, and she tried to scream as the hands slid slowly downwards. She thrashed wildly as his fingers slid over her soft labia, teasing her freshly shaven flesh. He crept inward, his fingers teasing the lips of her tiny virgin slit, delighting in the untouched innocence of her soft pink flesh.
Emily kept attempting to move, but, held tight by straps and bars, she could barely budge. She watched in horror as her captors beaming smile moved slowly forward, looking directly into the camera as he stuck his tongue out.
He kept his hands on her inner thighs, fingers stretched out to splay the lips of her innocent pussy, and she screamed as his hot breath touched her. She recoiled as his wet tongue made contact, teasing her inner lips as he licked her.
His tongue slid deeper, wetly teasing her insides as he stretched out his lips and began to play with her clitoris. Enraged, Emily continued to thrash, screaming loudly as he buried his face in her, his tongue delighting as her body began to react to the invading tongue, and her juices began to flow. Then he pulled back. A plastic tube emerged from his pocket, and she felt a cold, slimy wetness as he poured it directly onto her vagina, then slid a single finger into her slit, massaging the lubricant into her insides.
He stood and admired his handiwork, his hands glistening, then walked away. Emily flinched as techno music started playing from a stereo beneath the table, then light streamed into the room as her captor opened the door into the side room. She blinked in surprise as he seemed to look around, then pulled out his phone once more and dialling a number.
As soon as someone answered the call, her captor simply spoke two words, saying "She's ready", before he strode from the room, the lock clicking as he closed the door behind her. Emily was once again stuck in the darkness, with only the screens to keep her company. ***** Unfortunately, she didn't have to wait long.
Her captor had simply pulled up a chair and sat next to her for a few minutes, occasionally glancing up from his phone to admire her gorgeous young body. Then he stood, pressing a button on his phone.
The constant thud of the techno music from the other side of the stocks increased in volume, and her captor walked out of sight of the cameras. Emily screamed in rage when he returned. He was leading a group of roughly twenty men, a small crowd. They were cheering and whooping as they looked at the naked body of the young woman strapped to the table.
She could feel her throat getting sore, and a small part of her mind reminded her to save her voice, in case she was given a chance to actually use it later.
She bit down on the ball gag, struggling to hold back tears as she felt a few stray hands slapping her ass. A finger stroked her small pink slit, and she thrashed in process. Another hand found her chest, squeezing her firm C-cup breasts and pinching her nipples.
She glared in hatred at the faceless throng of middle-aged men on the screen. The host bent down beneath the bench, emerging with the microphone. "Ok boys, give her some space" he commanded, the voice booming through the same speakers as the music, and she actually felt a miniscule pang of gratitude as the men stepped back. She scanned the crowd on the camera, and her eyes stopped, horrified as she recognized a white haired man in a cheap suit - Mr Hartigan, her 9th grade math teacher.
He had always been a little creepy, but this. "Welcome to all!" Her captor began "Its good to see so many familiar faces, and I'm glad we have attracted some new ones too." The men listened intently, and their host continued. "You may be wondering why this weeks entertainment is tied like this.
Well, let me tell you something. The internet is a wonderful thing! Just imagine my surprise when I was checking replies to the clubs ads and I saw a message from this little cutie. Never thought I'd be so lucky. You see, this one is a virgin, and she has always dreamed of anonymously losing her virginity to a BDSM gangbang. Think we can help her out?" The men all cheered, and Emily began to scream in protest, but between the gag, the stocks, the pumping techno music and the men's own cheering there was no chance of them hearing.
She instead began to thrash in her restraints. "You're getting her excited, boys!" The host explclaimed. "Now darling, if you're eager, let us know.
Wiggle. That. Ass!" The shock of the steel studs hit her again, causing her to cry out in pain, and she pulled her body up with her legs once again. All the men saw was her perfect, creamy ass lifting from the table, held there for a second as she tried to escape the electrical currents.
They all cheered as one, and the host wasted no time at all, shouting "Which lucky guy will pop this cuties cherry?" The men all began shouting over one another, vying to be the one who would defile the beautiful, helpless young virgin before them. The host laughed, and shushed them. "I'm going to scroll through my phone for ten seconds then hit 'call'", the host stated "Whoever gets the call gets the girl." Emily watched in horror as the crowd watched in anticipation.
Then he pressed a button, and Emily could hear a familiar ringtone break the silence. "Looks like a newcomer gets the honor tonight!" The man stepped forward, and Emily began to scream once more as her fathers smiling face appeared on the camera. She began to thrash wildly, but all the men could see was her lower body moving.
A look of doubt crossed her father's face, and Emily screamed in pain and rage as the electrical charge stung her backside once more, causing her to involuntarily lift her backside towards him. He smiled, and the host said "I think she likes you!" with a laugh.
She was completely helpless as her father stood between her spread legs, his hands on her slim waist. He slid them up her body, cupping her breasts, then slid them back downwards, down her flat stomach, around her slim waist and over her wide hips. He lifted his hands and put them under her lovely, firm ass cheeks, squeezing gently. She looked on in horror as her fathers face moved unknowingly towards his own daughters virgin vagina.
She recoiled in horror as his teeth grazed her clitoris, wailing in despair as her fathers tongue slid up the length of his little girls little pink slit. She attempted to escape, rattling her bonds, trying her best to beg her daddy to stop, but he responded by pushing his face deeper between her legs.
She shook her legs wildly as she felt his warm, wet tongue slide between her virgin folds. His tongue swirled side to side, and she Emily watched in horror as he looked directly into the camera, sucking her pussy lips. She heard the voice of the host through the speakers, speaking to her father.
"I think she's ready". Her father grinned, and his teeth softly gripped her labia as he stood, pulling it softly. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she watched, despairing as her own father loomed between her legs, fumbling with his pants. He looked down on his innocent daughters nude body with a look of pure lust, fumbling with his pants as she looked on in helpless horror. His pants dropped down to his knees, and she gasped in surprise as her fathers enormous cock was revealed, a full eight inches long and as thick as her wrist.
He stepped forward, placing his hands on her thighs, and her body was wracked by another sob as she felt his huge cock being pushed against her entrance. He leaned over her, his hands slowly and deliberately exploring her body.
He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, then his touch moved downwards. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and she clenched her eyes as she felt the head of his huge cock pressing harder against her entrance.
She heard him moan loudly, his cock head forcing the lips of her tiny pussy apart as he entered her. She screamed as she felt him stretching her, his thick cock seemingly too large as her milky white pussy was forced open. His progress stopped as he reached her still intact hymen, and he spoke.
"Hope you're ready, cutie", he said as he pushed against her. She screamed in pain as he thrust forward, tearing through her hymen. His thick shaft pushed further into her, stretching her wider than she ever thought possible. Emily let her body take over, attempting to spread her legs wider as a tearing pain shot through her loins.
She could feel every inch of his hard shaft as it slid deeper into her, reaching her deepest parts, pain shooting through her as he slowly pushed into her depths. It seemed to take forever, but he finally reached her cervix, sharp pain shooting through her. Every fiber of her being screamed with pain and humiliation, and she screamed helplessly into the ball gag, desperate to beg him to stop, to let him know it was his own daughter he was raping.
Then, as slowly as he had entered her, he began to pull out. Emily cried a sob of relief, filled with disgust as she felt the tight lips of her vagina gripping her fathers monstrously thick shaft. She looked into the monitors, and was horrified by the look of pure pleasure on his face as his hard cock slowly, painfully slid from her aching cunt. Soon only the tip of his hard dick was still inside her. Then the host stepped forward, grinning widely, and said "Now you popped her cherry, time to stop being gentle!" Her father simply nodded, and Emily screamed as he gripped her hips tightly and thrust.
His thick cock slammed into her, instantly filling her, stretching her pussy painfully as he thrust. She felt his grip tighten, and he pulled out again, thrusting once more. He began to pick up the pace, slamming himself into her harder and harder. His face twisted into an animalistic grin, and Emily could feel her body being jolted back and forth with the force of each powerful thrust.
He moved his legs slightly, and her gaze was drawn to the lower screen, looking upwards as his thick organ pounded into her. She could feel his balls slapping against her, see how her innocent young pussy embraced the thick, veiny cock each time he pulled back, see every inch of her fathers huge, thick organ as it pushed into her, still smeared with her virginal blood, slick with her juices and the generous amounts of lubricant that had been smeared around her nether regions.
A building pressure seemed to mount in her abdomen as he continued to thrust, an indescribable tingling growing amid the pain. He continued to thrust into her, faster and faster, fucking his daughter roughly. By now her tears had dried, and a small moan escaped her lips as the invading organ between her legs rubbed a particularly sensitive part inside her.
Suddenly he seemed even more determined, his thrusts even harder, the fat cock slamming into her then holding, deep inside her, for a fraction of a second before pulling pack and being forced into her again. He was grunting now, and his hands gripped her tighter.
He thrust again, pulling her petite body to meet him.
He leaned over her body, no longer pulling out so far, his cock buried deep within his daughter. She felt his hot breath on her naked breasts, and he thrust again.
His lips wrapped around her right nipple, teeth grazing her as he thrust again. One hand slid under her buttocks, and he thrust one last time. His teeth gently pinched her nipple as he held, locked inside her.
She felt his organ twitch, and a gush of hot wetness filled her as he ejaculated. He collapsed in top of her, still moving his mouth from one nipple to the other as he nibbled them teasingly, and seemed to convulse inside her, another spurt of his hot cum shooting up inside her.
He straightened, momentarily pulling her nipple with his teeth then releasing it as he stood upright, his hands roaming down her body as inch after inch slid from her. He popped free of her, his huge cock dangling freely as she felt the fluids running down her buttocks. A wave of nausea hit her as she watched the pale cum dripping down from her pussy and spatter on the camera below.
He moved away, glistening with sweat as the other men cheered loudly. The host stepped forward, microphone raised, and shouted "Who's next?!" The men all cheered, eager to be chosen. It was going to be a long night.