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 Jessica lived in a small basement apartment in the outskirts of
Philadelphia.  Though the apartment was small and quite modest, she enjoyed
the building.  Most of the building's residents were middle-aged, and they
typically kept to themselves.  Although she occasionally missed being
around people her own age, Jess loved the peace and solitude that her
building provided her -- no one blasted music late into the night, her
neighbors left her alone, and she had never even seen anyone in the
hallways after 8 PM.  Immediately across the hallway was the building's
laundry room, which worked out well for the girl.

   Today was laundry day, though Jess had been putting it off.  She had
been working on a very important project for work that would be due Monday
morning, and she had fallen behind.  This weekend was supposed to be
catch-up time for her, and she had been working on her project non-stop
since arriving home.  It was now almost midnight, and she just didn't feel
she could spare the hour or so it would take to sit and wait for her
laundry to be done.

   Normally, Jessica would sit and wait for her laundry to finish.  Right
now, though, that just seemed silly -- no one in her building was likely to
even want to steal her clothing, and the odds of someone even coming into
the laundry room at this hour were monumentally small.  She decided that
just this one time, she'd load up the machines and go back to her apartment
across the hall.  After all, she could always check up on it if she heard
someone coming down the hall, and she really needed to get some work done.

   Jess quickly hit alt-f-s on her computer to save her work, and grabbed
her laundry basket, 5 quarters for the machine, and her detergent jug.  She
made her way across the hall to find the laundry room deserted, as
expected. Choosing the machine at the far right side of the room, she
dumped her basket in, and had an idea.

   15 seconds.  That was about how long it would take her to get back into
her apartment safely after pressing the start button on the machine. 
Hardly any time at all.  Her basket hadn't quite filled the machine, and it
seemed silly not to wash all of her clothes, including what she was wearing
now.  Additionally, the idea of being naked in public played into some of
the exhibitionist fantasies that Jessica had.

   Reminding herself that no one was awake at this hour anyway, Jessica
poked her head out into the hallway to make sure no one was coming, closed
the heavy wooden door to the laundry room, and dumped the contents of her
pockets into her now empty laundry basket.  She stripped down to her
panties, and in a moment of fear decided to grab a barely-dirty towel out
of the machine and wrap it around herself; just to be safe.  After pouring
in the detergent and starting up the machine she walked back to the door,
pleased with her courage.

   Meer feet away from the door, Jessica panicked as she saw the knob twist
and the door swing open, revealing a man in his early thirties.  She let
out a quiet, involuntary yelp and dropped her basket as her mind raced,
trying to make sense of the situation and come up with an exit strategy. 
Quickly scanning the room, she came to the realization that there was no
way out but the door that the stranger was standing in.

   "I do apologize, miss.  I didn't mean to startle you" he said calmly
with a chuckle.

   "It's okay" Jessica nervously replied.  She had come to the conclusion
that there was really no easy way out of it, but that it probably wasn't
that big a deal.  She'd pick up her basket, leave, and hide out in her
apartment until the man had gone; and then she'd try to pretend that none
of this had ever happened.

   As Jessica picked up her laundry basket, she was horrified to see the
stranger enter the room, close the door behind him, and lean up against it.
Realizing that her only way out was blocked, she silently screamed in her
mind; but forced herself to calm down.  She reminded herself that nothing
horrible had happened yet, and it was unlikely that anything horrible would
happen.  This was just an awkward, embarrassing situation, and it would be
over soon enough.  He probably just didn't realize that he was blocking the
door, and it never helps to panic.

   "You're that girl who lives alone in 1B, aren't you?" he inquired.

   "Err, yeah, that's me" Jess sputtered out, hoping that after a little
small talk he'd move out of her way.

   He laughed a little.  "I'm sorry, I just realized how intimidating a
question that could have been.  I did, after all, just tell you that I know
where you live, and that I know that you are all alone.  I can only imagine
how threatening that might seem to you."

   "It's okay" she replied sheepishly.  It wasn't, of course.  She hadn't
thought of the implications of his question at first, but was now beginning
to get genuinely afraid.

   "You know, I've seen you around here" he said, while leaning back
against the door.  "I'm sure you've seen me too.  Well, not really sure, as
I don't think you've ever so much as acknowledged my existence, but it
seems pretty unlikely that you've never seen me."

   "I'm sorry?" she offered.  She knew he was right, she had seen him
around but had never spoken to him.  She hadn't done so to be rude, but
Jessica was a very shy girl, and it really just hadn't occurred to her.

   "Now, some guys, they'd probably get offended by that" he continued on.
"They'd probably think that you're just some stuck-up cunt who thinks she's
too good to lower herself to speak to someone like me.  But I don't think
that's it.  I bet that you're just nervous; after all, it can be scary to
live alone.  I lived alone when I was your age, you know.  I remember how
it was."

   "Look, I really am sorry" she spat out, hoping that was what he needed
to hear in order to get out of her way.  Unfortunately, he showed no signs
of moving.  In fact, he didn't show any visible reaction to her apology at
all.

   "Yeah, when I was your age...  Would have been really nice if I had
someone a little older to help me out a bit, guide me through some stuff"
he pondered aloud.  "I think I could do that for you.  Give you some
pointers, keep you out of trouble.  Make sure you don't do anything stupid,
you know?  For example, you're in public area right now, and you're wearing
nothing but a towel.  What's up with that?"

   "Erm, well, I'm doing my laundry, and I kinda thought no one would come
down here.  So I kinda thought I could wash the clothes I was wearing too?"
she explained nervously, hoping that some brief cooperation would lead to
him moving out of her way.

   He shot her a condescending smile, looking down at the poor girl. 
"Well, see, this is exactly what I'm talking about right here.  You're
young, and probably don't realize it, but towels need to be washed too. 
See, I'm looking out for you.  Don't want your towels to be all gross.  The
good news though is that you just started the machine, so it's not too
late. Let's throw that towel in there."

   Jessica's mind was about to explode.  "Of course I realize you have to
wash towels!" she wanted to scream at him, but she didn't have the courage
to.  "I can't" was all she could muster up.

   "And why is that, 1B?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to her state of
distress.

   "I just can't!" she spat out, nearly crying.  She had meant to sound
empowered and strong, but had failed miserably.  Instead, she just sounded
like what she was: a frightened little girl in a dangerous place.

   "Now, 1B, this isn't going to work if you don't cooperate" he chortled
out with a cocky tone.  "When I ask you why you can't do something, you
need to give me an honest answer.  All you did was restate that you can't,
and that really just doesn't tell me anything at all.  I'm trying to help
you out here, you know?  Believe me, 1B, you want me in helping mode here.
You don't want me to be disappointed with you, and you certainly don't want
me getting frustrated and angry."

   "Okay, look, I'm sorry" she offered, nearly in tears.  "I'm not wearing
anything underneath the towel, so I can't wash it now.  Okay?"

   "Well gee, thanks 1B" he answered, his voice dripping heavily with
sarcasm.  "I sure couldn't have figured that one out on my own, and I'm
glad you warned me, as seeing a naked girl would just be ever so terrible.
But hey, you know what, 1B?  I think I'll manage.  Believe it or not, I
actually have some idea what a naked woman looks like -- in fact, I've
actually seen naked women before!  Mind-blowing, huh?  So yeah, great news,
I'm willing to tolerate your nudity.  Now, let's get that towel in there."

   Jessica looked the older man straight in the eye, and summoned up all
the strength that she could.  Trying her best to sound defiant, she almost
shouted at him: "No."

   Clearly unimpressed with her attempt at defiance, he shot her another
condescending grin, took a step forward, and slapped her hard across the
face with an open hand.  Jessica fell to the ground, mind in full-on panic
mode.  Her face hurt, but that was the least of her problems.  She was
terrified, now unable to tell herself that everything was going to be okay.
To make matters worse, her body was rebelling against her mind -- always a
bit of a masochist, Jessica was turned on by pain; even in situations that
were completely non-sexual.

   Calmly, he knelt down beside her to help her up.  "You know, 1B, I
didn't enjoy that" he said, sounding tremendously patronizing.  "You should
never hit a girl, really.  It's just not right.  But the thing is, you
didn't really give me options, you know?  I'm willing to make some
sacrifices here, like I said, I'm even willing to see you naked.  That's
okay.  But asking me to tolerate back-talk is just too much.  I hope you
realize that what you did was wrong, I really do.  But don't be too hard on
yourself.  Sure, you disappointed me, but I forgive you, as I'm certain
that you'll try harder in the future."

   Once on her feet, his left hand quickly moved to the back of her head.
He ran his fingers up through her hair, and then gripped down.  Though not
hard enough to hurt in any serious way, it was clear to Jessica that he was
in complete control.  He walked her over to the washing machine, and jerked
back, just a little, on her hair; as if it was a leash and he was merely
giving the stop signal.  "Please don't make me tell you about the towel
again" he warned her.

   Jessica was in emotional overload.  She was terrified for her safety,
which seemed less and less safe with every passing moment.  Her face still
hurt from the slap.  She felt more powerless than ever before in her life.
Completely against her will, though, she was deeply turned on.  The pain,
the degradation, the complete control that this strange man had over her;
all played into fetishes that Jessica had always kept secret.  Though she
did not want to be aroused, she couldn't help herself.

   She removed the towel, and quickly covered her bare breasts with her
right arm, hoping desperately to retain some dignity.  After placing the
towel in the machine and closing the lid, she looked to him sheepishly,
hoping that having obeyed his order he would now let her go.

   "See, now that's a good girl!" he said, while patting her on her head as
if she were a dog.  "Now, it's going to be a while before that machine is
done, so let's have a seat and get to know one another."

   Unceremoniously, he led her towards the couch by her hair.  A few feet
away from the couch, he tugged, giving her another stop command.  Confused,
she looked up at him.

   "Now see, we have another problem" he explained.  "You told me that you
were naked under there, what the fuck is this?" he demanded, gesturing at
the frightened girl's panties.  He raised his free hand up again, as if to
strike her.

   "I'm sorry!" Jessica blurted out, bracing herself for the impact.  "I
didn't know and I mean I knew but I didn't think I had to tell you" she
babbled on, tears now visibly streaming down her face as the emotional
overload took its toll.

   He didn't strike her, though.  Instead, he pulled her in, and again,
gently patted her head.  "There, there" he comforted her.  "You made a
mistake, and that's okay.  Again, I'm a little disappointed, but I forgive
you.  We can fix this, anyway.  You told me you were naked under there, and
that was a lie, but we can make it true.  Lose the panties."

   Terrified and in tears, Jessica blindly obeyed; sliding the panties off
and hoping that he wouldn't notice the obvious wet spot in the crotch.  He
immediately kicked them aside, as she attempted to cover her crotch with
her left hand while covering her breasts with her right.  Satisfied that
the panties were off, he roughly shoved her towards the couch, and
instructed her to sit.

   Jessica sat down and immediately crossed her legs as tight as she could,
desperately trying to cover her nudity.  Calmly, he sat down beside her,
seemingly oblivious to the obvious terror the girl was experiencing.

   "So, 1B.  Tell me about yourself" he instructed.  His voice was almost
excessively calm, giving no hints that this was anything more than just two
neighbors getting acquainted.

   "I, uhm, I, I don't know" she stammered.  The seemingly simple question
proved impossible for her in her current state.  He may as well have asked
her to recite the Declaration of Independance.  In Sumerian.  Backwards.

   "Aww, poor girl" he laughed out, condescendingly.  "It's not that tough
a question, but I guess some people have difficulty talking about
themselves.  I'll tell you what, how about instead, I'll ask you questions,
and you'll answer me honestly?"

   "I guess that's okay" she timidly consented.

   "Excellent!" he exclaimed, sounding almost impressed with her obedience.
"Let's see.  Oh, I know!  When you removed your towel, I couldn't but catch
a glance of your bare tits.  They're not bad, by the way.  Little on the
small side, but that's okay.  Anyway, it looked like there was something
metal on your nipples, but I couldn't really tell.  What's up with that?"

   "My nipple rings?" she responded, mortified.  She had pierced them over
two years ago, briefly after her 18th birthday.  At the time, it felt to
her like she was being brave, making an adult decision and claiming her
sexuality as her own.  Now, she felt only shame over the decision.

   "Is that so?" he asked, feigning surprise.  "Let me see." Without giving
her time to respond, he grabbed her forearms and effortlessly pulled them
to the sides, exposing the terrified girl's breasts.  She struggled briefly
as he quietly giggled, clearly amused by her failed attempt to resist. 
After a few seconds of struggling, she gave up.  He released her arms, but
shot her a look of warning; making it very clear to her that she was to
keep her arms at her side.

   "You know, 1B, it's funny" he mused.  "When I was younger, it seemed
like good girls could have their ears pierced, or they could leave them
unpierced.  Rebellious girls might get their nose pierced, but that was
about it.  Only one type of girl would actually pierce her nipples, though.
Do you know what type of girl that was?"

   Jessica couldn't answer.  Her mind was overrun by the burning desire to
cover her breasts again, combined with the overwhelming fear of what he'd
do to her if she did.  She attempted to say something, anything at all, but
all that came out was gibberish.

   While Jessica tried to answer, the man unceremoniously touched her left
nipple ring, sending involuntary chills down Jessica's spine.  He toyed
with it for a second, then crudely groped her entire breast in his hand,
squeezing.

   "I guess not" he said, sounding disappointed at her inability to answer.
"I'll tell you though.  The only type of girl who would get her nipples
pierced was a slut.  See, when a girl puts jewelry on her ears, she just
wants to look pretty.  When she puts jewelry in her nose, she just wants to
get attention.  But when a girl puts jewelry on her tits, well, she's
basically announcing to the world that that is what she's for.  Having her
tits stared at.  Getting fucked.  Now, I can see that you're uncomfortable
hearing this, but it's okay.  The world needs sluts.  The world needs women
it can just use; grab their tits, fuck their holes, dump some cum and
leave. We can't use normal girls like that, as they deserve respect.  And
that's where your kind comes into the picture.  So you see, I'm not mad at
you.  I'm not even disappointed."

   His implication that she was just a common slut was just too much. 
Unable to restrain herself, Jessica pushed his hand away and again covered
her exposed breasts with her arms, hunched forward, and began to sob tears
of shame.

   "I didn't say you could cover your tits, 1B" he calmly stated.  "Sit
back up, put your arms at your side.  Now."

   "I can't!" she protested.  "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry but I
just can't do it!"

   "Poor girl" he comforted her, sounding as if he were talking to a child.
He stroked her hair gently for a moment, and then grabbed her by the hair
violently and pulled her across his lap, face down.  Releasing her hair, he
grabbed her wrists, pinning them down against her back with a single hand.

   Though still calm, his voice was filled with disappointment. 
"Unfortunately, I think that you just told another lie when you said that
you couldn't.  I know that I let you off with a warning the last time you
lied, but this time, I don't think that I can.  Even sluts need to be
honest, you know.  I won't enjoy this, but we need you to understand that
it's never okay to lie."

   "So, here's the deal" he explained.  "I'm going to spank you.  Not
gently, either, because it's very important that you learn this lesson. 
After each spanking, I expect you to tell me that you know it's not okay to
lie.  Once I feel that you really understand that, I'll release you, and
you can sit back up.  Arms at your side, back straight up, of course.  Do
you understand?"

   "Oh god, please no!" she cried.  She struggled, but he was just too
strong.  Laughing at her resistance, he raised his hand up and brought it
down hard on her naked ass, resulting in an extremely audible "whack".

   He wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't be gentle.  Jessica was shocked
at how hard he had hit her, much harder than he had slapped her face.  Even
so, the pain of the spanking wasn't nearly as bad as the humiliation she
felt; lying naked on a strange man's lap, being disciplined as if she were
no more than a disobedient child.

   "Well, 1B?" he inquired impatiently.

   "I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she blurted out, terrified and in
tears.

   "Nah, I just don't buy it" he stated, as if nothing was abnormal about
the situation they were in at all.  "I mean, if you were really sorry, I
don't think I'd have needed to prompt you for an answer." Raising up his
free hand he spanked her again, just as hard as the first time.

   "I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she forced out immediately, hoping
that a prompt reply would save her from additional punishment.

   "Better, but still missing something" he answered, sounding almost
bored. He spanked her again, this time even harder.

   "Oh god please stop I'm so sorry I lied I'll never lie again I swear to
god!" she cried.  The pain was now significant; she could feel the blood
rushing to where she had been struck and knew that there would be a bruise.

   "Much better, 1B" he laughed.  "See, even the stupidest slut can learn,
when properly motivated.  I now believe that you understand that what you
did was wrong, but I just need to do one little thing to make sure that you
don't forget." While laughing, he spanked her rapidly for what felt like
eternity.

   As soon as she felt that she could no longer take it, he released her
without saying anything.  Timidly, she crawled up off his lap and took a
seat, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her ass and sit up straight.

   "You know, 1B," he calmly explained, "it really looks like you're
tempted to cover those little slut tits of yours again.  Let's make this a
little easier for you to resist, I want you reach behind your back and grab
your wrists."

   Afraid to disobey, Jessica did as she was told, and forced herself to
sit up straight.  Her ass hurt terribly from the spanking, she was
terrified, and yet, completely against her will she felt more aroused
sexually than she had ever been.

   "Somehow I doubt that you have the $1.25 you're going to need for the
dryer.  I mean, no need to check your pockets or anything" he joked. 
"That's going to be a problem when the machine is done.  See, the washing
machine only washes your clothes, it doesn't actually dry them. 
Fortunately, if I'm not mistaken, apartment 1B is right across the hallway.
We can go back to your apartment to get the change, so that way, we'll be
ready."

   "That's okay, you don't need to come with" Jessica blurted out, hoping
for a chance to escape.

   Laughing, he grabbed her by her hair again, and pulled her to her feet.
"Now, that's just silly a silly idea" he answered.  "I can't just let you
go on your own, you're naked and in public.  It just isn't safe.  After
all, there're some very bad men out there, and they might try to take
advantage of you in your current state.  We wouldn't want that, now would
we?"

   Forcing her to walk a few steps ahead of him, he looked at the marks he
had left on her ass.  "You know, 1B," he commented, "You have a pretty nice
ass.  Granted, it's a bit chubby, but you know what they say: the bigger
the cushion the better the pushin'."

   "Uhm, thank you?" she offered, unsure of how to react but not wanting to
make him angry.  She was painfully aware that he was staring at her ass,
and felt terribly uncomfortable about it; but had no way to make him stop.

   "Good girl, you should always thank me when I compliment you, even if it
is on something like your fat ass." he laughed.  "Tell me, 1B.  Have you
ever gotten fucked in that fat ass of yours?"

   "No, that's disgusting!" Jessica protested, crying softly.  It was true.
She had always been afraid of anal, and aside from one boyfriend who
attempted briefly to sneak a finger, had never even experimented.

   Now across the hall, Jessica opened the still unlocked door to her
apartment and entered, the man immediately behind her.  The sense of safety
that she used to feel when coming home was perversely reversed, somehow she
felt even more vulnerable than she had in the laundry room.  He closed the
door behind them, and she tried to walk towards the desk where she had the
change, but he wouldn't let her.  Instead, he made her stand still, all the
while staring at his handiwork on her bruised ass.

   "It's a shame, really" he stated, his voice dripping with
disappointment. "See, good girls have one hole -- a vagina, which they use
to make love to their husbands.  Sluts, though, they have three.  They're
not for making love, of course, and they're certainly not limited to
marriage.  Really, anyone can use them, at any time, for any reason.  But I
digress.  Tell me, 1B.  Have your other two holes been fucked?"

   Jessica was shocked by the crass way he spoke about her sex life, but
still remembered how much the spanking had hurt.  Knowing that she had to
answer, she let out a timid "yes", hoping that it would be enough.

   "I think I'd like a more elaborate answer, 1B" he said with a
disapproving frown in his voice.  "Complete sentences, and all, so that I
know you understand.  Which hole, what was it fucked with, how often, how
many guys or girls, et cetera.  And I don't want to make you nervous, but
you're trying my patience right now.  I wouldn't want to have to correct
you again."

   "Jesus, please don't!" Jessica begged, terrified at the idea of another
beating.  "I've had my mouth fucked with penises, by six different guys. 
Never any girls, though.  I've taken three men's penises, fingers, and
tongues in my vagina.  I don't know how many times, though.  Maybe 50?  I
really don't know, please don't hit me."

   "Haha, that's a good one" he laughed, as if she had made a joke. 
"You've had `penises' in your `vagina?' Please.  Respectable, nice women
have vaginas.  What you have is a cunt.  Or a fuck hole.  A pussy, a cock
holster, whatever -- but not a vagina.  Now try again, but please, no more
joking around."

   "Okay, I'm sorry!" she blurted out, now truly panicked that she was
going to be punished again.  "I've had my cunt fucked by three men.  They
used their cocks, their fingers, and their tongue.  Please don't hit me,
I'm trying as hard as I can to be good!"

   "Poor girl, you're really scared, huh?" he asked.  "Calm down now, I
promise that I'll never hit you unless you leave me no other option.  I
don't like hitting you, you know, but I'm willing to make sacrifices for
your own good."

   "Sadly, we do have a problem" he continued on.  "Your answer was good
enough, but the thing is, it's like I said: sluts have three holes.  Now,
we know of course that you're a slut.  I mean, you have pierced nipples,
you call your vagina a cunt, hell, you've even let three guys use it as
they please -- possibly at the same time for all I know.  Thing is, a slut
that only uses two of its holes is really only two thirds as useful as it
could be.  Sluts need three holes.  Sometimes guys just get bored fucking
the same hole, and want to switch it up.  Sometimes the hole they're in
just feels too loose.  Hell, sometimes, as I suspect may soon be the case
for you, they just don't feel like waiting in line."

   "I have good news, though.  I'm here to help you, like I said.  I can
see that you're in pain, I can see how ashamed you are to be only 2/3rds
the slut that you could be.  So, I'm willing to make another sacrifice. 
Before this night is over, I promise to take the time to fuck you, right in
your little slut asshole.  But don't worry, I'm not going to just crudely
pump and dump in your ass.  I'll take my time, make sure that you're ready,
and just for good measure I plan to fuck your other two holes first.  You
know that I'm telling you the truth, don't you?"

   "I do" she sobbed out.  It was now impossible to ignore the reality. 
She was standing completely naked in her own home, overpowered by a man
whose name she didn't even know.  He had informed her that he planned to
rape her and take her anal virginity, and she had no reason to doubt his
word.

   "I'm glad you understand, slut" he answered.  "You probably should have
thanked me too, but I'm going to let that slide.  For now, at least. 
Still, when a man offers to break in fuck holes that are sloppy as yours
most likely are, you should probably show some fucking gratitude, you know.
Now let's take a look around."

   Giving her head a push, he walked her past the desk into the kitchen
area.  On the counter he spotted a small package of rope.  Picking it up,
he gave her a somewhat knowing, somewhat disappointed look.  Jessica wanted
to explain that it wasn't anything dirty, she had bought it so that she
could put up a clothesline in her kitchen so she could save money on the
dryer; but she realized he probably wouldn't believe her, or even care.

   Taking the rope with him, he turned her around and led her straight to
her bed on the opposite side of the small studio apartment.  Without asking
permission he opened the night stand drawer, finding what he most likely
expected to find -- a small, bright green vibrator, about 3 inches long. 
Laughing at her, he placed the vibrator in his pocket.  He picked up her
purse, which she had left next to her bed, and dumped its contents on the
bed.  Eyeing a small tube of Vaseline that Jessica had for her lips, he
again laughed at her and picked it up.  "Well, guess there's really no
question that you are indeed a true slut" he taunted her.

   "It occurs to me, that this is actually terribly rude of me" he sighed.
"Here we are, abandoning your clothes and just hoping that no one steals
them, for what?  $1.25?  I am truly sorry, slut, I should just loan it to
you.  I'm sure that I can trust you to pay me back.  After all, I do know
where you live, and believe me, you'll be seeing a lot of me in the
future."

   As he led her back towards the door, Jessica's mind raced.  She still
hadn't completely processed the idea that she was nude, vulnerable, and
about to be raped.  She had no idea what he was planning to do with the
rope, vibrator, and lubrication that he had taken from her; but she knew it
wasn't good.  On top of that, she realized that he pretty much just told
her that he'd be raping her again in the future, and again she had no
reason to doubt him.

   Now at her apartment door, Jessica panicked a little inside.  Though she
realized that she was already in the worst-case scenario, she couldn't help
thinking that she was still naked and about to be forced out of her
apartment, into a public place.  She wanted to hesitate, but he would not
allow it, crudely pushing her through the door and dragging the frightened,
crying girl back into the laundry room, releasing her hair only once she
was again seated on the couch.  Strangely, Jessica was most concerned with
the laundry room door, which he had left open.  Despite all that was
happening, she was still afraid that someone would walk by and see her.

   "You cross your legs so tightly when we sit down" he observed.  "It's
almost like you really, really have to piss.  Is that what it is, slut?  Do
I need to take you to go potty?"

   "No, I'm sorry" she whimpered.  "I'm just embarrassed."

   "Embarrassed?!" he laughed.  "You're a slut!  Sluts should never be
embarrassed by their fuck holes.  Hell, that's pretty much all you are,
three fuck holes and a body to keep them warm enough to use.  A good slut
never crosses her legs, as doing so would only cost the men around her
valuable seconds that could be spent dumping sperm in her.  So, let's stop
playing games now.  We both know what you are, and I think it's time you
started acting like it.  In fact, pretending you're not a slut by crossing
your legs is dangerously close to lying, and I would hope that you remember
how I feel about lying."

   Accepting her fate, Jessica did as she was told and uncrossed her legs,
even managing to move them apart an inch or two.  Not yet satisfied,
though, the man reached over and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs open
as far as they would go and boldly exposing Jessica's obviously wet vagina.
Aware that her arousal was now plainly visible to the man, Jessica began to
cry again in humiliation -- but did not dare attempt to close her legs from
the lewd pose he had put her in.

   "Well, that's strange" he commented.  Jessica braced herself for a
comment about her visible wetness.  "Your tits are a little small, but it's
obvious that you've been through puberty.  Just the same, I don't see any
hair on that little cunt of yours.  Where's your cunt hair, whore?"

   Though relieved that he hadn't commented on her sexual arousal, Jessica
wasn't happy about the question.  Just the same, she realized that she had
to answer.  "I, uhm, shave it?" she offered.

   "Ah, of course!" he exclaimed.  "That makes sense.  Pubic hair can be a
magnet for cum, and I'd imagine a slut like you probably expects more than
a little cum to be dumped in that general area.  Good thinking, slut."

   "Thank you" she timidly replied.

   "Hold still a minute, I want to get some pictures real fast" he stated
matter-of-factly.

   "Please no" she began to protest, but was silenced by an irritated look
from him.  He got up, pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and aimed it
at her.  Seconds later, an audible shutter sound came from the phone as
Jessica wept.

   "No, that won't do at all" he growled.  "You're a slut, showing off your
most important part.  You should be happy to have me paying attention to
such a worthless cunt, and yet, you look almost sad.  Let's try it again,
but this time, I want you to smile.  If you don't smile, I'm going to have
to assume that you think you can get away with lying to me by pretending
you're not just some dumb slut."

   Jessica forced out a half-assed smile.  After a disapproving look from
the man, she realized it wasn't good enough, and tried harder.  The camera
made the shutter sound again.

   "Much better" he announced.  "Here, let me show you."

   Sitting back down, he held his cell phone in front of Jessica.  The
phone's low-resolution camera had worked against her.  As near as she could
tell in the picture, her smile actually looked genuine.  Maddeningly, the
camera didn't seem to pick up the tears streaming down her face -- and yet
somehow, it showed the inflammation in her sex.  Jessica was disgusted with
herself, the picture showed her as precisely what he had claimed she was: a
filthy, depraved slut.  Involuntarily, her knees began to inch closer
together from the shame.

   Noticing this, he shot her a warning look.  "My poor slut," he said,
"you seem to be dangerously close to closing your legs.  I don't want to
have to punish you for lying again, you know."

   Grabbing her again by her hair, he forced her to her feet and walked her
to the coffee table mere feet in front of the couch.  "Straddle this, slut"
he ordered.

   Reluctantly, Jessica climbed onto the coffee table.  As soon as her
chest touched the cold wood, he roughly pulled her back a couple inches and
he lashed her left knee to the table's leg with the rope he had taken from
her apartment.  As he repeated the process for her right knee, she realized
just how vulnerable she was about to be and attempted to sit up.  Laughing,
he pushed down on her back, forcing her back into the table, and grabbed
her left arm, tying it too to one of the table's legs.  Accepting her fate,
she offered no resistance as he tied her right arm down.

   "See, now isn't that better?" he asked mockingly.  "Now you won't have
to waste your limited brain power on keeping your fuck hole available.  I
know, I know.  I spoil you."

   "Thank you" she choked out.

   "Now, I didn't want to say anything earlier, as I obviously wouldn't
want to embarrass you, but is there something wrong with your cunt?  It
looks like it's just totally drenched." Crudely, he groped her cunt and let
out a hearty laugh.  "Jesus Christ, did you piss yourself or something? 
I've been with sluts before, but I really don't think I've ever seen one
this fucking wet."

   Paralyzed with humiliation, Jessica was unable to answer.  Instead, she
quietly sobbed to herself, wishing that her body would cooperate with her
instead of him, wishing she wasn't more turned on than she could remember
ever being before.

   Still laughing to himself, he pushed a finger in.  Finding no
resistance, he removed the finger, and pushed in two.  Clearly amused, he
pulled out the fingers and held them in front of the frightened girl's
face; showing her how they glistened with her cum.

   "So, I have good news, slut.  You probably haven't figured it out by
now, but I was actually planning on raping your cunt now.  Thing is, seeing
how wet it is, I don't think I can rape you."

   "Really?!" Jessica exclaimed.  She hadn't expected it to be over so
quickly, but was thrilled at the possibility that it might be.  In her mind
she was already playing out the idea of being untied, running back to her
apartment, pretending that none of this had happened.

   "Really, slut" he answered.  "I mean, there's no way that fucking a cunt
that is this wet could be considered rape.  If anything, it would be cruel
to you to not fuck it.  In fact, I think I need to get a picture of this,
just so if you try to cry rape I can demonstrate that you really were
asking for it."

   Seconds later, Jessica heard the same shutter sound she had heard
earlier, coming from right between her legs.  Seconds after that, she heard
the sound of a zipper, followed by pants dropping to the floor.  Devastated
by the realization that he had no intention of letting her go just yet, she
continued sobbing to herself.

   The man grabbed her hair again, in a way that had sickeningly become
almost familiar to her by now.  "I'd tell you to brace yourself, slut," he
growled, "but with a cunt that wet I don't think it will be necessary." In
one brutal move he jerked back on her hair while thrusting his cock into
her as deep as he could.

   Jessica let out a yelp of pain.  To her surprise, the pain was from her
hair being pulled -- not the brutal rape she was experiencing.  Disgusted
with her body's compliance she found herself moaning quietly as he roughly
thrust in and out of her.  Horrified, she realized that if he continued she
would be unable to prevent herself from orgasming.

   "Please stop" she begged between moans.

   "Stop?  You can't even stop yourself from moaning, and you want me to
stop?" he taunted her.  "Oh, I think I understand.  You're concerned for
me, aren't you?  Aww, such a compassionate little fuck toy.  I can tell
what you're thinking.  You're thinking, this poor man, having to fuck such
a slimy, disgusting hole.  And you know what?  You're right.  It is
disgusting.  It's like fucking a waterslide.  I mean, don't get me wrong,
it's not too loose, but really.  With each thrust, I can just feel my cock
being coated in yet another layer of your slime.  And really, who is going
to clean that off?  But I told you I was willing to make sacrifices for
you, and I meant it.  So yeah, fucking this slime puddle is pretty fucking
disgusting, and in a way, you're pretty fucking disgusting too; but it's
okay.  I'll forgive you."

   "Oh god, you don't understand!" she protested.  "I'm going to cum! 
Please, please stop!  I'll do anything you want!"

   "Well, of course you're going to cum.  That's what sluts do when they
get fucked.  It doesn't matter if it's someone who cares about them, a
stranger, hell, you'd probably even cum if you were being raped by a dog.
In your little slut brain, you just don't have the mental power to process
any of this -- all you know is that your hole is getting fucked, and you're
happy to have it fucked.  Really the problem here is that you keep trying
to fight your nature.  Now, I told you, there are decent, respectable women
out there, who work hard for that respect.  That's not you.  You don't
deserve respect, as your leaky cunt clearly shows.  See, your role isn't to
be respected, it's to be fucked, by anyone willing.  And when you fulfill
your destiny, and get a cock, or a tongue, or a strap on, or really
anything in you, your body rewards you.  And that's where our problem is,
because you just don't understand.  The fact that you are going to cum from
being raped by a stranger who's a decade older than you isn't your problem,
it's your definition."

   That was all it took.  Unable to hold herself back, Jessica experienced
the most powerful orgasm of her life.  Realizing that hiding it was futile,
she moaned loudly.  As her cunt walls quivered he thrust as deep as
possible into her, pulled her hair back, and help her in that position
while her orgasm rocked through her body.

   "Good slut!" he laughed.  "I'm glad you finally realized that being
fucked to orgasm is what you're for, and I'm happy that we can put your
problem behind us.  Sadly, there's still my little problem, though.  As I
said, my cock has been getting coated in your filthy whore juices, and
someone is going to have to clean it off."

   He withdrew his still erect penis from her and walked around the table,
crudely shoving it in her face.  Jessica saw that he was being truthful,
his dick gleamed with her cum.  Unable to ignore the smell of her own sex,
Jessica was mortified.  She hated all cum, even her own.  She had always
made her boyfriends wear condoms, and never engaged in oral sex after any
type of sexual intercourse.  In fact, she had never tasted herself before,
and yet here was this cock in her face, that he clearly expected her to
suck.

   Clearly disappointed by her hesitation, he slapped her across the face
-- not too hard, but hard enough to remind her that she was at his mercy.
Stunned, Jessica looked up at him, her mouth open.  Taking quick advantage
of this, he rammed his fingers into her mouth, prying her jaw.  Once her
jaw was open, he thrust his cock into her throat with the same lack of
gentleness he had used on her cunt.

   "I'm sure that I don't have to tell you this, slut," he explained, "but
if I so much as feel a tooth, I'll be removing all your teeth myself, and I
promise you that you won't cum from that."

   Having made the threat, he removed his fingers, burying his cock deep in
her throat and gagging her.  The acrid taste of her own juices was both
nauseating and somehow intensely erotic to Jessica.  In horror she watched
as he gently pinched her nose shut, cutting off her only access to air. 
She attempted to look up and plead with her eyes while making distressed
grunts, but he only laughed.

   "What's the matter, slut?" he mockingly asked.  "You look almost
unhappy, and that just doesn't make any sense.  You've got a dick in you --
yeah, maybe it's not your favorite hole, but a dumb cunt like you can't
really be too picky anyway."

   "I can't breathe!" she tried to scream, but was muffled by the
stranger's cock in her mouth.

   "Moy gant broove?" he asked, feigning ignorance to her predicament. 
"Slut, I don't even know what language that is, but I'm sure that I don't
speak it.  Now tell me, what's wrong?"

   Again she tried to tell him, tears streaming down her face.  Again, he
claimed to be ignorant to her problem.  Jessica was now feeling the effects
of oxygen deprivation, and needed fresh air desperately.

   Laughing, he removed his cock.  "I'm just kidding, slut he explained
jokingly.  I know that you can't breathe, but you need to learn to trust
me. I wouldn't actually suffocate you -- if I did, your holes would go bad.
Granted, they're pretty lousy holes, but you know, waste not, want not. 
Incidentally, just because I've removed my cock does not mean that you
should stop worshipping it."

   Taking the hint, Jessica opened her mouth and kissed the tip of the
strange man's erect penis.  She could still taste and smell her cunt
juices, but knew better than to complain.

   "Wow, slut," he commented, "you must really love the taste of cunt --
even if it's your own.  I can see how much you love this, I really can. 
It's amazing, really, you claimed that you have never been used by a woman,
and yet, here you are, gorging yourself of cunt slime coated cock.  " ""
"So, there is a lesson here" he continued, punctuating his sentences with
painful thrusts down her throat.  "As a slut, you don't have the right to
refuse any attention to your holes.  I don't know why you've made yourself
unavailable to women, but that's going to change.  You clearly love the
taste of cunt, so whether or not you consider yourself a twat-sucking dyke
is irrelevant.  From now on, you're going to accept any attention that
anyone shows your holes -- doesn't matter if they're male or female, young
or old, whatever.  You're going to offer them whatever they want, and
you're going to be grateful for it."

   As he fucked her face while lecturing her, he pulled out his cell phone
again.  After pressing a few buttons he showed it to her.  On the screen,
she could make out a video playing.  She recognized her own naked body tied
to the table, and watched as the man on the screen raped it mercilessly. 
Horrified, she realized there was audio.  Disgusted with herself, she was
unable to ignore the sounds of her own orgasm coming from the man's phone.

   "I thought you'd like that, whore" he explained.  "See, I took a little
video of the good time you had, just for fun.  I can see you crying, and I
think I know why.  You're afraid that being on a phone, it's probably going
to get deleted.  Well, don't worry, slut.  It may be deleted from the
phone, but not before I show everyone in the building who is interested --
after all, I think they should have the right to know what kind of a filthy
whore lives in their basement.  I'll be uploading it to the Internet, too,
just to make sure that it never really goes away."

   Removing his cock from the crying girl's throat, he walked back to the
couch and picked up the small tube of Vaseline that had fallen out of his
pocket.  As Jessica watched, painfully unable to stop him, he returned to
her and squirted a generous amount into her vulnerable anus.

   "God, please, not that!  Please sir, anything but that!" she pleaded.

   "I'd love to spare you this," he explained, "but I told you that I was
going to help you, and I'm going to help you.  A two-holed slut is
worthless, and I think you realize that.  You might not believe me, but I
know that you can be more.  I know you can reach your full potential, and
for you, that means having three fuckable holes."

   As he explained himself, he began massaging the lubrication into her
asshole -- first with one finger, then two.  "Now, I know this is scary for
you, but I'm going to walk you through it.  Right now, I'm finger fucking
your asshole.  You feel that, don't you?"

   "I do" she quietly sobbed.

   "I'm finger fucking your asshole for a reason, though.  I need to loosen
it up a little, just enough that I can fit that vibrator of yours in there.
Once I can do that, I'm going to fuck you with it -- gently at first, but
gradually harder.  It's funny, really.  You'll technically be losing your
anal virginity to a goddamned piece of plastic, a toy.  Even by the
obviously low standards we have for sluts, that's pretty fucking pathetic.
Of course, I'll only be butt-fucking you with the toy to loosen you up.  Do
you know what I'm loosening you up for, slut?"

   "I do" she sobbed again.

   "Prove it.  Tell me, slut" he challenged.

   "You're loosening me up because you're going to fuck me in the ass. 
Please don't?  Please?" she cried.

   "Silly slut, do you really think that will work?" he asked.  Believing
she was ready for the vibrator, he removed his fingers and pulled the
vibrator out of his pocket.  Aiming it at the opening, he applied slow,
firm pressure, and watched as it gradually slid into her.

   "No, but please?  I swear to god, I'll do anything.  Just fuck my cunt
some more, okay?  Please?"

   Laughing, he ignored her feeble attempt to bargain.  The vibrator now
fully in her asshole, he removed pressure, and watched as it slid back out.
When only an inch or so remained in the girl, he pushed it back in -- just
a little faster than the last time.

   Pain and humiliation coursed through Jessica's body, but to her horror,
there was something else there as well.  Pleasure.  As the pain gradually
subsided, she felt actual pleasure from her violation, which only
compounded her humiliation.  Disgusted with herself, she began to realize
that having her ass fucked, even with a toy, was something she actually
enjoyed.

   By now, the toy was going in and out rather quickly.  Satisfied with the
progress he had made, he squirted more Vaseline into her asshole, fucking
it in with the toy, and a little on his own penis.  Feeling that she was
ready, he removed the toy and placed the head of his cock at the opening of
her asshole, and gently pushed it in.

   The brief pleasure was immediately replaced with immense pain.  Though
his cock was by no means abnormally large, it was significantly thicker
than the toy she had been fucked with.  Jessica let out a visceral groan.

   Although he did not remove his cock, he did pause to give her time to
adjust, still keeping a small amount of pressure on.  He had time, and
wanted to make this last.

   As the cock gradually slid deeper and deeper into her, Jessica lost her
ability to protest verbally.  She could only moan in pain and humiliation
as each inch slid into her formerly virgin asshole.  Once it was in all the
way, he collapsed on top of her.

   "Guess what, slut?" he chided.  "My cock is all the way in your ass. 
You are now officially getting ass fucked!  Did you know that?"

   "Please just take it out" she begged.

   Rather than take it out, he slapped her on the back of her head.  "You
didn't answer my question, slut" he explained.

   "I'm sorry!" she cried.  "I'm being ass fucked!  I have your giant cock
up my asshole, and it's fucking me!  There, I said it!  Please stop now? 
Please?"

   Laughing at her cries, he began to fuck her.  Slowly, but hard enough to
make her aware that she was, in fact, going to be getting legitimately
fucked in her asshole.

   "Now, I know this is your first time, so I want to make this a good
experience for you" he explained.  "Communication here is key; I need to
know if you want me to go faster or slower.  So, what we're going to do is
use a simple code.  If you want me to fuck your asshole harder, just say
`slower', or something along those lines.  I doubt it will come up with a
whore like you, but if for whatever reason you want me to fuck your asshole
softer, just say `Please fuck my dirty little shit hole harder, sir.'"

   As the girl cried, he decided to give her a reason to communicate.  He
slowly slid his cock out of her asshole, until only the head was still
inside; and then thrust it in, hard.  As she yelped in pain and struggled
helplessly against the ropes that bound her to the table, he could only
laugh at her.

   "Oh god!" she cried.  "It hurts so bad!  Please slow down!"

   "Slower, huh?" he inquired.  "Well, I know what that is code for."

   As he began to fuck her ass in earnest, she remembered the cruel joke of
a code that he had just explained.  She knew it was likely a trap, but had
to try it.  "Please sir fuck my dirty little shit hole harder?" she cried
out, ashamed and humiliated.

   "What was that, slut?  I didn't hear you.  Gotta speak up if you wanna
be heard, you know?" he replied.

   "Please sir fuck my dirty shit hole harder please!" she cried, louder
this time.

   "God, you really are a slut!" he laughed.  "Wasn't but half an hour ago
that you were swearing that getting ass fucked is disgusting, and now look
at you!  Outright begging for it!  You know, I still care about you, but I
do have to let you know something.  You disgust me.  I mean, really.  Now,
I don't mind using you as a cum dumpster or anything, but come on.  Sluts
like you give women a bad name.  Look at you.  Cunt dripping, getting
fucked in all three holes by a man she just met, begging for a hard ass
fuck?  It's really just gross."

   As he continued to fuck her asshole, Jessica came to realize that the
same thing that had happened with the toy was now happening with his cock
-- the pain was leaving, being replaced with pleasure.  Just as she had
been unable to stop herself from quietly moaning earlier during her vaginal
rape, she was unable to keep quiet now as well.  Terrified, she realized
that if he kept this up, she would orgasm yet again.

   "Oh god, you have to stop now!" she pleaded.

   "I'm pretty sure I don't" he answered sneeringly.

   "You don't understand!  Just please stop?  Finish in my cunt, my mouth,
I don't care.  But you need to stop!"

   "I don't understand?" he asked.  "What exactly is it that I don't
understand, slut?  That you're going to cum?  Of course you're going to
cum. We had this talk.  I'm using you as you're meant to be used, so your
body is rewarding you.  It knows you're nothing but a life support system
for three holes, which is funny, really, cause you don't.  Hell, your cunt,
your asshole, and mouth -- none of them have their own brain, and yet, they
seem to be smarter than you, you dumb bitch."

   "So, yeah, I think I do understand.  I understand that you're a fucking
slut.  You know who doesn't understand, though?  You.  You don't understand
the sacrifices that I'm making, fucking a disgusting little piggy like you.
You think I like to be buried up to my balls in your ass?  You think I like
bathing my cock in your cunt slime?  No!  But I make sacrifices --
sacrifices that you just don't seem to appreciate.  I told you earlier
about thanking me earlier, and you seem to have just ignored it.  Well,
maybe that's my fault, because I didn't correct you, but it's stopping now.
You will thank me after each sacrifice I make for you, or you will be
punished."

   Unable to restrain herself any longer, Jessica gave in to her orgasm. 
Seeing the helpless girl cum like that, hearing her moans was enough to
push the man over the edge as well.  He pulled his cock out, aimed it at
her gaping asshole, and blew a load of semen right into it.

   Exhausted, he pulled his pants back up and sat back down on the couch,
leaving the quivering mass of flesh that was Jessica tied to the table.  He
admired his own handiwork.  Bright red bruises covered her buttocks, tears
streamed down her face, and looking at her nether region you could easily
tell that both holes had been thoroughly used.

   "I just warned you about it, too" he said sadly.  Remembering his
lecture, she cried out a quick thank you, but he seemed unmoved by it.

   "Too little, too late.  It's too bad, too" he mused.  "Hate to have to
punish such an accessible slut, but it's for your own good.  I'll be right
back." " Jessica watched as the man left the room.  Terrified, she
considered screaming for help, but decided not to.  The odds were, no one
would hear her cries except him anyway, and she knew it would be a bad idea
to further provoke him.

   After what felt like an eternity he returned, a brown paper grocery bag
in hand.  He picked up her discarded panties and knelt down next to
Jessica's face.

   In horror she watched as he balled up the panties, making sure that the
inside of the crotch was on the outside, and forced them into her mouth. 
Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a roll of silver duct tape, which he
wrapped around her head, locking the panties in her mouth.

   Next out of the bag was a small glass mason jar.  Unable to protest with
the gag in, she could only watch as he attached a blank white label to it,
and pulled out a permanent marker.  Quietly laughing to himself, he wrote
the word "Tips" on the label, dotting the "i" with a heart.

   He removed a piece of black cloth from the bag next, and wrapped it
around her head, this time covering her eyes.  Unable to see anything, she
heard the rip of duct tape, as he wrapped over the cloth, keeping the
makeshift blindfold in place.  Hearing more duct tape, she felt him
reinforce the rope that bound her limbs.

   Now unable to move, speak, or see, she could only hear and feel.  What
she felt next was the marker on her back.  Trying to concentrate, she
attempted to figure out what he was writing on her skin, but was unable to.
Once he finished on her back, she felt the marker one more time -- a single
vertical line drawn on her left buttock.

   Utterly defeated, she sobbed as she heard him stand up.  She felt him
pat her on her head, laughing, and saying "Trust me, this is for your own
good." Finally, she heard the sound of coins being tossed into a glass jar
next to her head, followed by the sound of his footsteps walking away.

   The End

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