She screamed in agony as he forced his cock deep into her bowels, 
stretching her ass until she thought it would tear, her slender fourteen 
year old body shaking and jerking in revulsion and terror, her body bent 
over and tied achingly to a large chair.
	She couldn't believe, her mind a whirl of pain and humiliation, 
that she had left her house just a few hours ago to go on a date--it 
seemed like another world altogether.  She had taken over an hour to 
prepare, combing out her long, blue-black hair and tying it in a loose 
braid, applying makup to enhance her glowing asian eyes, powdering her 
delicate features to give her face a clear, pale glow.  She had even 
bought a special dress, a short-sleeved affair which covered her upper 
body, pulling attention away from her almost non-existent chest to her 
narrow waist, and which fell from there into a short, flirty skirt which 
showed off legs strong and well shaped from years of bicycle riding.
	It had been so exciting, she remembered, being asked out by the 
seventeen year old captian of the football team, Tommy.  All her friends 
had just died.
	She was forced back to reality as Tommy took her chin in his hand 
and forced her to look at him, her tear stained face a mask of fear and 
desperation.
	"Please, uh, please let, aahgg, me go," she whimpered as his friend 
continued plowing her virgin ass, sending streamers of agony through her 
each time his hips crashed against her ass cheeks, the penetration 
tearing her apart.
	"You are so beautiful Sylvi," he answered softly.  "I'm not done 
with you yet."  With that he stood up and urged his friend on, telling 
him to fuck the little bitch hard, to hurt her, to make her scream.  She 
turned red in shame as she felt him come inside her ass, her ass burning 
at the violation.
	She remembered they had gone out to dinner, and she had talked, 
and he had talked, and then he had taken her back to his place, since he 
had forgotten to bring the flowers he had gotten her.  He invited her in 
to meet his parents, but instead found Greg waiting for her just inside 
the door.  Greg, a six foot two, two hundred pound offensive lineman, had 
picked her up like she was a ragdoll and thrown her to the ground.  She 
hadn't realized what was going on even as he ripped the clothes off her.  
It was only when she had seen Tommy stepping out of his pants that she 
had realized that he was going to rape her.
	And rape her he had, taking her virginity brutally while she 
thrashed and screamed and begged and pleaded beneath him, the pain and 
humiliation and betrayal and shame making her buck with inhuman strenth 
to throw him off, but all in vain.  He had taken her with his friend Greg 
watching and helping, and they had laughed each time she screamed after 
he drove into her hard.  And they had joked after he had come and was 
still inside her, with her moaning, defeated, on the ground.
	She had thought they would let her go then, but she was wrong.  
Greg wanted his turn, and had tied her bent over a chair so he could have 
"her remaining virgin hole."  It was a hell from which she felt she'd 
never be released.
	"You really think the chandaleer is strong enough?" she heard 
Greg ask, his cock thankfully removed from her anus.
	"Sure.  Hell, I used to swing from it when I was ten.  She can't 
weigh much more than I did.  Of course, we'll have to gag her.  We don't 
want her caterwauling bringing over the neighbors."
	"Ok.  Let's do it."  They laughed and she heard them giving each 
other a high five.
	She had no fight left in her as they untied her, ignoring her 
pleadings to be released.  Still she managed to squirm and try to keep 
Tommy from shoving her panties into her mouth until Greg grabbed her head 
and forced her jaw open.  Tape then covered the lower half of her face as 
she was effectively gagged, and the rope was brought around to fasten her 
arms together in front of her, her wrists fastened painfully together.
	Tommy held his prize at arms length, gazing at her in 
admiration.  She was a beauty, all right, the tears streaming down her 
face, the look of horror in her gorgeous asian eyes, her wide, delicate 
nose flaring as she breathed, her long blue-black hair frayed from its 
braid to fall across her shoulders, the way her shoulders shook as she 
sobbed only made her more beautiful in his eyes.
	As Greg brought in a ladder from the garage Tommy thought back to 
when he had first seen her.  She had been in the stands sitting next to 
the other freshman girls, or fresh meat as he and his friends called 
them, and he had been entranced.  He had wanted her that very instance; 
more than that, he had wanted to dominate her, to hurt her, to hear her 
whimper under the punishment of his cock.  And now he had her.  He smiled 
to himself as he led his little asian princess under the chandeleer and 
handed the rope up to Greg.
	Sylvi used her eyes to plead with Tommy to let her go as she felt 
her arms pulled over her head, the rope on her wrists beginning to burn 
as she was pulled to her toes, the muscles in her calves and thighs 
straining to keep her balance.
	Greg descended the ladder and both he and Tommy stood back to 
admire their prize.  Her shapely legs were well displayed as they 
strained to keep the ropes from stripping the skin from her wrists, her 
narrow hips and waspish waist giving her the illusion of a chest.  Her 
breasts, although merely small bulges of flesh topped by nipples, 
perfectly complimented the rest of her body.
	Sylvi trembled fearfully in her bondage as the boys stared at 
her.  She felt their come dripping from her ass and cunt down her thighs, 
and clenched them together to hide this shame.  When would this torture 
end, she thought?
	"No!" she tried to scream through her gag as she saw them pull 
their belts from the pants laying on the ground, but only a muffled moan 
came out.  A loud "THWACK" split the air and she screamed in pain as a 
belt landed squarely against her midriff, jerking her off balance.  As 
she struggled to take the weight off her wrists a belt landed against her 
ass, sending thudding pain through her body and jerking her hips forward.
	"THWACK" against the front of her thighs.  "THWACK" against her 
shoulder blades.  "THWACK" against her small breasts.  "THWACK THWACK 
THWACK" the belts fell again and again, driving her crazy with agony.  
The pain in her wrists was merely a dull aching compared to the fire of 
her body as the belts drove her to the edge of conscousness, her muffled 
screaming turned to grunting and whimpering as the boys relentlessy 
battered her teenaged body.
	She was in a daze of pain when they stopped, and didn't even 
realize it.  Her wrists were bleeding and her body was black and blue.  
When she felt gentle hands lift her up she didn't know whose they were or 
where she was.  When the gag was removed her mouth moved convulsively but 
only soft mewling sounds came out.
	Tommy, she remembered, Tommy as she clutched at the warm body 
which carried her to a bed and laid her gently down.  Tommy and his 
friend had beaten her, and she ached, but why was he treating her so 
gently now, why was he softly kissing her, so lovingly, on her neck and 
chest and nipples.  She was in a half dream state as she felt his hands 
at her ravaged sex, and she felt herself responding to his soft 
caresses.  His lips were against hers, and she met his tongue with her 
own, her body rising with passion to press against his.  When he entered 
her it was bliss, and she moaned and twisted beneath him as he slowly 
rocked her to completion, filling her with his seed even as she screamed 
in orgasm and clutched at him with her whole body before collapsing on 
the bed.
	"You're mine, Sylvi."  It was a statement, not a question.
	"Yes, oh yes," she whispered before falling into an exhausted sleep.