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Force Me Again
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net0

***

She decides to visit her rapist one more time, but is 
kidnapped by three men before her original 'rapist' can 
pick her up. (MMMF, nc, rp, v, bd, tor)

***

Authors Note: This is a continuation of my previous 
story entitled FORCE ME. It was written at the request 
of a reader. If you haven't done so, you might want to 
go back and read the previous story first. While, 
unlike my first story, you'll find romance here, there 
is still plenty of violent and painful sex. If that's 
your cup of tea I think you will enjoy this one. Hugs 
and Kisses, Canary

***

PROLOGUE:
(From the first story epilog)

He drove me back to my car, opened the door and helped 
me get behind the wheel. He leaned forward and kissed 
me gently on the forehead. "If you ever want to be 
raped again, give me a call. You've got the number," he 
said softly.

"Fat chance," I said bitterly. He closed my door and 
then he was gone.

Somehow I managed to make it back to my apartment and 
collapsed on the bed. I almost immediately fell asleep 
and slept the sleep of the dead.

Now It's been two months since the events I have 
related previously. The bruises have faded to almost 
nothing and I feel remarkably well considering.

I slept for almost 24 hours before I finally woke up. 
It was two weeks before I could return to work. I left 
the safety pins in my nipples so that I could remember 
why I never wanted to return to that hellhole in the 
country.

Still, I masturbate almost daily remembering what 
occurred. I'm still not sure how I feel about what 
happened but I know that when my fingers are rubbing 
rapidly over my clit the orgasms are better than they 
have ever been before.

I came home from work today and collapsed into the easy 
chair in my living room. I noticed that Eric's number 
was still lying on the table beside my chair. I sat and 
thought for a few minutes and then picked up the phone 
and started to dial. He answered on the second ring. 
When I heard his voice I hung up immediately.


Chapter One – Again?


As I sat in my chair wondering why I had made that call 
I began to tremble uncontrollably. Had I actually 
considered going back to let him hurt me again? Had he 
somehow damaged my psyche worse than he had damaged my 
body? Yet I couldn't deny that despite the pain, 
despite the humiliation, I had enjoyed the experience 
immensely.

But surely it was a one time thing. I couldn't possibly 
want to experience it again. Could I? Could I really? I 
sensed rather than knew that the only logical answer to 
that question was no, but my heart said the answer was 
yes. I had never been so confused in my life. I knew 
instinctively that I hadn't been the same since it 
happened. I went about my life at work woodenly and 
snapped at my coworkers for the slightest infraction.

My thoughts were interrupted by the jangling of the 
telephone. With shaking hand I reached and picked it 
up. "Hello"

His voice was booming. "How dare you call me and hang 
up, slut? Just who the fuck do you think you are?"

I realized sickly that he must have Caller ID™. "I'm 
sorry, Sir," I mumbled. "I called and then I got 
scared."

His voice calmed somewhat. "Well, what was it you 
wanted, slut?"

I wanted to tell him that it was all a mistake or at 
least that I didn't know. Instead, I heard myself 
saying, "I was wondering if you'd like to, like 
to...you know...do it again."

He wasn't going to let me off the hook. "Do what again, 
slut?"

I took a deep breath. "Rape me."

There was a long silence. "If we do, I'll have to warn 
you. It will be a lot worse than last time and there be 
more men than just me using you worthless holes."

I had never thought about that. As I did, I could feel 
myself getting excited. What would it be like having 
three or four men using me for their own pleasure and 
not caring what I felt? What if there was more than 
three or four. I had to ask. "How many men?"

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, there will 
be at least three including me. And we'll want you to 
be with us at least four days."

I shuddered with pleasure at the thought. "Okay," I 
replied. "If I can get the time off from work." I knew 
that I could, I hadn't taken a vacation in three years 
and had a lot of time built up. I just wanted to give 
him a hard time about it...not appear too anxious.

His voice was completely reasonable. "See if you can 
get Friday and Monday off next week and call me Monday 
night at seven and let me know."

"Okay," I said simply.

"By the way," he said in a conversational tone. "Do you 
still have the safety pins?"

I brought my hand to my left breast. I could feel the 
hardness of the pin pressing through my bra. I gripped 
the pin and pulled as hard as I could, reveling in the 
pleasure/pain. I could feel my juices dripping out of 
my cunt. "Yes," I told him. "I'm still wearing them."

He chuckled. "Well, take them out before you come to 
see us. We'll have other uses for those pretty pink 
tits of yours. I'll talk to you tomorrow." The phone 
went dead.

At work the following Monday I told my boss I needed 
Thursday, Friday, and Monday off to go see my sister in 
New Mexico. She was going through a really messy 
divorce and I wanted to be there for moral support. He 
said that was fine and to take all the time I needed.

Time dragged as I waited until 7:00 p.m. that Monday 
night. Now that I had decided to go through with it, I 
couldn't wait for it to begin. I wondered what would 
happen. Would they all take me at the same time? How 
rough would they be? I hoped it was very rough, because 
that's all a slut like me deserves. I must have 
masturbated fifteen times while waiting to make the 
call, just imagining what might happen.

At two minutes until seven I picked up the phone and 
dialed the number. He picked up on the second ring. 
"Hello."

"Hello, Eric, it's Susan." My voice was shaky. I was a 
bit scared and more than a little excited.

"Well, did you get the time off?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said trembling a little 
as I did so. "I even took Thursday off just to get 
myself ready for you."

There was a long pause at the other end. "That's 
great," he finally said. "Now, let's get the business 
end of this thing out of the way. I'm going to have to 
make a few changes to the contract. I'll do that and 
stop over tonight about ten for you to sign it. Would 
that work for you?"

I had forgotten about the contract part of this thing. 
"I guess it would be okay. I normally don't go to bed 
until after the eleven o'clock news."

"Great, I'll see you in a few," he said and hung up.

I was a bit confused. On the phone Eric was as normal 
as any man could be. There was no hint of the violent 
maniac who had taken me so ruthlessly. I wondered which 
Eric it would be when he got to my house tonight.

I thought maybe I should clean up a little before he 
arrived. The house was okay, but I had on tattered 
jeans and a baggy sweat shirt.

I went upstairs and took a quick shower and shaved my 
legs. I put on my sexiest bra and panty set and topped 
that off with a light blue party dress. I thought about 
taking the safety pins out but decided to leave them in 
until the Friday I was to be attacked. A set of medium 
high heeled shoes completed my outfit. I wondered why 
it was that I was dressing up for him. After all he was 
really nothing to me...was he?

I had just completed putting on my makeup and was 
walking down the stairs when the doorbell rang. I 
looked at my watch. It was 9:30. He must have made 
better time than he expected.

I opened the door and he was standing there dressed in 
a navy blue suit with a white shirt and maroon tie. He 
was carrying a briefcase. He looked good! I stepped 
back to let him in. "Hello, Eric."

"Hello, Susan. You look really good tonight."

"So do you, Eric." I thought how ridiculous it was. We 
were acting like two old friends about to go out on a 
date.

He asked if there was somewhere that we could go to 
look over the contract. I took him to the kitchen and 
we sat down beside each other. He opened the briefcase 
and withdrew a two sheet contract.

"Look it over and let me know what you think," he told 
me. "If there's something that you can't live with, let 
me know and we can change it. I brought a floppy disk 
with me."

We were both silent while I read over the contract. It 
was similar to the one I had signed previously except 
the time ran from five on Thursday to five on Monday. 
The part about all disfigurements being below the 
armpits was still there but there was no mention of 
them being minor enough to fade within a year. I asked 
him about that. 

His response was that he had told me that this would be 
much rougher than the first and that while he had no 
intention of letting anything get out of hand he 
couldn't guarantee it. He did guarantee that there 
would be nothing occur that cause permanent physical 
damage or disable me in any way, but there might be 
some scars. Finally, I picked up a pen, signed it, and 
pushed it back to him.

After he had placed it in his briefcase and closed it 
he picked up the cup of coffee which I had given him 
and took a sip. He looked at me. "You know, I was 
thinking. It's such a nice night and you're dressed up 
and so am I. Why don't we go out for a late dinner and 
then maybe we could find somewhere to dance for a 
while?"

I looked at him suspiciously. "How do I know that the 
evil you isn't going to come out while were dining or 
dancing?"

He laughed. I was a good laugh – deep, masculine. "You 
don't have to worry about that my Sweets. I'll be on my 
best behavior. Although you ARE very beautiful and I 
might try to kiss you goodnight."

His good spirits were infectious. I chuckled. "And if 
you do, I just might let you."

So it was that we had a quick meal at Burger King as 
nothing else was open. We went to a bar and drank and 
danced until about midnight. Then, because we both had 
to be to work in the morning we returned to my home. At 
the door he did try to kiss me and I did let him. It 
was a deep, spit swapping kiss that made me tingle all 
the way down to my toes. I invited him in.

Inside with the door closed and locked, the kiss 
continued. I pressed against him pushing my tits into 
his chest. I felt him unzipping the back of my dress 
and I step back long enough to let it slip off my 
shoulders and into a heap on the floor. 

I peeled the suit jacket from him and then removed his 
tie and shirt. He pulled me to him once again kissing 
me passionately. As I'm fumbling with his belt, I feel 
him opening the clasp at the back of my bra. He pulls 
back long enough to remove it and pulls me back to him. 
My bare tits now pressing into his masculine chest.

I was so hot I could barely stand it. I slid down 
pulling his pants and boxers along with me. I quickly 
slid off his shoes and removed the pants and boxers 
completely casting them to one side. When I raised up 
his erect member snapped to attention right before my 
face. I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth. 
I slide up and down on it and was almost immediately 
rewarded with a mouthful of delicious cum. I swallowed 
it greedily. When the spurting finally stopped I was 
amazed to find that he was still hard.

He reached down and lifted me up by my armpits. He 
leaned forward and kissed me greedily. I knew that he 
could taste his own deposit but that didn't seem to 
bother him at all. He picked me up like I was a rag 
doll. "Your bedroom?" he whispered.

"Up the stairs, the first door on the right," I replied 
softly.

He effortlessly carried me up the stairs and gently 
deposited me on my bed. He climbed in beside me. His 
left hand went to my right breast and he leaned over to 
kiss me passionately. I was going higher and higher as 
his hands roamed over my nearly naked body. He nuzzled 
my neck running his tongue around each ear. I couldn't 
believe how gentle he was as his lips went to each tit, 
taking the pin into his mouth and sucking gently 
bringing me unbelievable pleasure.

His mouth went lower and circled my belly button. Every 
nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. His 
hands hooked into the sides of my panties and I raised 
slightly to help him get them down and off.

He kneeled between my legs licking up each thigh never 
quite reach the nirvana of my sex. I heard little 
squeals of pleasure emanating from somewhere and then I 
realized it was me. Suddenly he was at my clit sucking 
hard and I went over the top as wave after wave of 
intense pleasure swept over me. And still he continued 
worshiping my cunt using his tongue to bring me orgasm 
after orgasm until I thought I couldn't take it 
anymore.

Finally he raised up and centered his massive hardness 
against my opening. He lunged forward suddenly and 
buried himself completely within me. I moaned with the 
joy of it. He held still for a moment and then began 
the in and out motions of love. Slowly at first and 
then faster and faster and faster. I was moaning and 
moaning. 

"Oh God, don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck me! Fuck 
me! FUCK ME!!" I squealed like a banshee as the massive 
orgasm overtook me. I felt him stiffen and squirt his 
life-giving fluid inside me.

He collapsed on top of me and then quickly rolled to 
his side to keep his weight off of my body. We were 
both breathing heavily, gasping for breath. As our 
breathing returned to normal I rolled into his arms and 
put my head on his shoulder. "That was incredible," I 
said softly.

"Um hum, it sure was," he said. "You're unbelievable."

I raised up on one elbow and looked down at him 
smiling. "You're pretty unbelievable yourself you 
know." He just smiled and pulled me back into his arms.

We lay quietly for a long time, just enjoying the 
closeness of each other. Finally he spoke. "Honey," he 
said softly. I couldn't believe he had called me that. 
After all, our relationship wasn't exactly romantic 
although I had to admit that I liked him a lot more now 
than I did before. He continued, "would you answer a 
question for me?"

"I'll try."

"Well," he said and paused. I knew he was considering 
his words carefully. "You really seemed to enjoy what 
we did tonight."

"You can say that again," I interjected.

He chuckled. "If you like normal sex that much, why do 
you want to be raped?"

I thought about it a minute. "I don't know if I can 
answer that, but I'll try."

"My parents died when I was twelve. The only other 
living relatives that I had were my Uncle George and 
Aunt Martha so I was sent to live with them. Aunt 
Martha was a wonderful woman who treated me like her 
own daughter. Uncle George was nice enough but kind of 
distant. I figured it was because I wasn't really a 
blood relative as Aunt Martha was my mother's sister."

"For about a year and a half everything was great. I 
was beginning to get over my parent's death and I 
really enjoyed being around Aunt Martha. She was 
teaching me how to cook and even to sew a little. 
Unfortunately, she developed a fast acting form of 
cancer and died shortly before my fourteenth birthday. 
That left my Uncle George and me alone together."

I took a deep breath. "After his wife died, Uncle 
George began to drink heavily. For the first week or so 
he paid almost no attention to me and I was basically 
on my own. I went to school every day and tried to act 
more like an adult than I really was."

"I've known some men who were happy drunks. Uncle 
George wasn't one of them. When he got drunk he was one 
of the meanest men I've ever known. Anyway, it all 
started on my last day of school in the eighth grade. I 
was happily looking forward to three months away from 
any cares at all. 

I went tripping into the house intending to run up to 
my room and change into my play clothes and go back 
outside. Unfortunately, I let the door slam behind me 
and that let Uncle George know that I was home."

"He called me into the living room and he and his 
friend Mike raped me right there on the floor. From 
that point on my life became a living hell. I was raped 
almost every night, sometimes by four or five men. It 
went on and on for four more years until Uncle George 
finally killed himself in a car wreck."

"Somehow, though through all the pain and all the 
degradation, I came to enjoy the rape. I learned to 
associate pain and sex as being the only way to attain 
orgasm. Until I was here with you tonight I had never 
attained an orgasm unless there was violence involved."

I buried my head in his shoulder and began to sob. I 
had never told another soul what had happened to me. 
Why had I bared my soul to this man...this 
stranger...this rapist?

He hugged me close. "I'm sorry you had such a rough 
life. I'll understand if you want to back out of 
Thursday night. Maybe we could still see each other and 
see what works out."

I looked up at him. Tears were still running down my 
face. "I don't know. Would you enjoy raping me?"

His reply was quiet. "Yes, very much so, but if you 
don't want us to, I'll understand."

"And could we still see each other afterward?" I asked 
hopefully.

"Of course, my dear, now that I've found somebody who 
feels the same way I do you don't think I'm going to 
let her get away do you?"

"In that case," I replied, "I've love to have you and 
your friends rape me.


Chapter Two – Thursday


Eric spent the night in my bed on Monday. We overslept 
and were both late for work on Tuesday and still the 
day seemed to last forever. Wednesday was even worse 
because I knew that on the next day I would be enjoying 
the pain and pleasure of being used by men who didn't 
care at all about my pleasure. Well, maybe Eric would 
care, but I'm sure his two friends wouldn't.

All I could think about was what was going to happen. I 
was dripping juices the whole day. Finally, I went to 
the ladies room and put a Kotex™ in my panties because 
I was afraid if I didn't I would start dripping on the 
floor and that would have been really embarrassing.

Thursday morning I slept late not awaking until around 
ten. I walked down the stairs in my nightgown and fixed 
myself some breakfast. I ate as much as I could because 
I didn't know for sure if I would be fed over the next 
four days. Returning up stairs, I stripped off my 
nightgown and took a long leisurely shower. 

The feeling of the spears of water beating on my 
breasts cause my nipples to harden. My hands crept 
between my legs, rubbing furiously. When I finally 
came, I was laying lengthways in the tub with my right 
leg hanging over one edge. The water was beating 
directly on my pussy.

I dried and went back to the bed and laid down for a 
while. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke 
again, it was nearly five in the afternoon. I got up 
and looked at myself naked in the mirror. I liked what 
I saw. Not bad for a 26 year old I thought to myself.

Because my breasts were small there was not even a hint 
of sag. I smiled and removed the safety pins from my 
pierced nipples. I threw them in a jewelry box and 
looked again. I wondered what my tits would look like 
when I came back. I was sure they would be badly 
bruised if nothing else.

I put on a conservative white cotton bra and white silk 
panties. I donned a thin white blouse and knee length 
black skirt and I was dressed as instructed. I put on 
just enough makeup to look sexy, but not enough to look 
slutty. Finally, I put the same jeans and long sleeve 
black blouse I had worn home on my previous return in a 
paper bag and I was ready to go. It was seven o'clock. 
I called for a cab.

As I waited, I could feel myself getting wet between my 
legs. I thought about masturbating but decided I didn't 
have time. The cab arrived about 7:30.

I arrived at the restaurant around eight and had 
dinner. Again I ate as much as I could comfortably 
hold. A second cab took me to the area of Warren Road 
between seventh and eighth. The cabby told me it wasn't 
a very safe area for a young woman like me and I 
thanked him for his concern but told him I was sure I 
would be quite safe. 

I secretly wondered to myself why Eric had chosen this 
neighborhood to pick me up from. It really wasn't a 
very safe area. I told myself I was just being silly.

It was twenty minutes after nine and beginning to get 
dark. I was about ten minutes early. There wasn't a lot 
of traffic at this time of night. I think I only saw 
about two cars go past in the first couple of minutes. 
I hoped Eric would get here soon because I was getting 
a little nervous.

A rickety old van was coming down the street and I 
backed a little way away from the curb further into the 
shadows. The van pulled over to the curb about ten 
yards way from where I was standing and a huge black 
man got out. The van pulled quickly on down the street 
and pulled about ten yards ahead of me and a second 
black man got out. Terrified, I ran for the other side 
of the street. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

The men started chasing me and quickly caught me. They 
carried me back to the van and brutally threw me 
inside. I felt a pain in my right shoulder as it hit 
the hard floor of the van. The two men climbed inside 
and shut the door. I could feel the van beginning to 
move again.

They were on me in a flash. I was struggling furiously. 
Unable to stop them, they pulled a hood over my head 
effectively blinding me. Their hands were all over me. 
My hands were tied behind me and I realized that 
struggling was useless.

My skirt was ripped from my body and then my panties 
were shredded. I was now naked from the waist down. I 
felt one of the men trying to climb between my legs and 
I started struggling again. "Hold this bitch," one of 
them growled. I felt my hands being yanked above my 
head and held down. 

The other man now had one of my ankles in each hand. I 
tried to stop him from spreading my legs but he was too 
strong for me. "PLEASE...NO...DON'T," I begged. Then I 
felt him pushing at my pussy. I moved my hips and he 
rammed into my pelvic bone but failed to penetrate me.

With two or there more tries he finally gained 
entrance. It was the thickest cock I had ever had in 
me. He lunged forward and I screamed. Oh how I 
screamed.

It was also the longest cock I had ever taken. It 
plunged into my vagina, right through my cervix and 
into my uterus. He started fucking me furiously. I 
stopped struggling but I couldn't stop screaming. The 
pain was just too great.

He was pounding hard against my pelvis. I heard him 
moaning. "Oh yesss, good honky pussy... such a good 
slut..." I felt him getting even larger and I knew he 
was about to spew his man cream into me. I screamed 
even louder. "Shut the bitch up," the man fucking me 
said and I felt a hand clamped over my mouth.

Then it was over. He withdrew and I rolled into a fetal 
ball of pain.

I wondered if Eric had any idea what had happened to 
me. He must have been frantic when he came to pick me 
up and I wasn't there. I wondered if I had any chance 
of getting out of this alive.

The van drove on and on and it must have been well 
after midnight when it finally stopped.


Chapter Three – Friday through Sunday


Things are a little bit hazy about what happened next, 
but I'll try to tell everything in order as much as I 
can remember it. I know it seemed to go on almost 
forever and I couldn't tell one day from the next. 
Anyway, here's the rest of it as best as I can 
remember.

I was dragged from the van and pulled into a house of 
some sort. One of the men had to lead me as I still had 
the hood over my head and could not see. I stumbled a 
couple of times but they finally managed to get me 
inside.

I was thrown roughly onto a bed of some sort. My hands 
and feet were tied to the four corners splaying my body 
in an "X" shape. My blouse and bra were torn from my 
body and I was naked except for the damnable hood. I 
felt the bed sag and I knew that somebody was crawling 
onto it.

I figured I was about to be raped again and I was close 
to right. I screamed as a hard fist hit me right in my 
splayed open cunt. While that was still hurting he 
rammed himself into my body and began savagely fucking 
me. He grabbed my tits and began squeezing them 
savagely. It hurt so bad that I thought I was going to 
die. I screamed and screamed. 

And then through the pain I felt the pleasure building 
as well. "Hey, I think the bitch is actually enjoying 
it." The voice was from the left and decidedly black.

The one who was fucking me stopped with himself buried 
deeply inside of me. I couldn't help it; I started 
wiggling my hips as much as I could trying to coax an 
orgasm out of it to reduce the pain. 

"Of course she is," said my current attacker. "How 
could she not enjoy it with a cocksman like me?" The 
other's laughed. There was something about the 
"cocksman's" voice that was vaguely familiar. I 
wondered if maybe I knew him from somewhere.

Then he started really giving it to me. Faster and 
faster and even faster still. He pulled on my tits 
until I thought for sure they would be ripped from my 
body. The pain and the pleasure combined until I 
couldn't tell the difference between the two. I loved 
it and hated it all at the same time and then the 
orgasm hit and I screamed out my release just as I felt 
him exploding within me.

He collapse on top of me and lay still for a long time 
and finally he climbed off and got off of the bed. I 
heard a door shut and the hood was removed from my 
face. I blinked my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright 
light. When I could see again, I saw the two black men 
who had abducted me. They were both naked and both had 
mammoth erections.

Both were over six foot tall to my diminutive five-
four. The thing that terrified me the most, however, 
were their erect cocks. The shorter of the two must 
have been at least nine inches and three inches thick. 
The other on was almost indescribable. It had to be at 
least a foot long and slightly thicker than the other 
one. There was no way it was going to fit into my small 
body.

"Now you're going to get to know what if feels like to 
be fucked by real man," the bigger on said. "But first 
we're going to decorate your body a bit." My eyes went 
wide as he held up two stick pins with red heads. The 
pin portion wasn't very long – maybe a half an inch or 
less. I wasn't sure what he was going to do with them, 
but I knew that whatever it was, I wasn't going to like 
it.

I shivered with fear as they approached the bed one on 
either side. I looked down as they each grabbed a tit. 
I couldn't believe what I saw. I had expected my tits 
to be bruised somewhat, but never had I expected it to 
be so bad. There wasn't a single area that wasn't an 
ugly shade of black and blue.

To my surprise, they were extremely gentle with my 
hurting orbs. They played with the nipples gently and I 
felt them begin to rise and a wetness developed between 
my splayed legs. I moaned and it wasn't all in pain.

The gentleness didn't last long, however. Once my 
nipples were erect they grabbed them brutally. I 
screamed as I watched in horror. They placed the pins 
directly in the center of each nipple and pushed them 
in. The pain that ripped through my entire upper body 
was unbelievable. Almost immediately blood started to 
flow out around the pins.

"Time to get up, girl," said big cock. I had begun to 
think of them as big and bigger. I felt him loosening 
the bindings around my ankles. I flexed my right leg as 
he was loosening the left one. I kicked out with it 
connecting directly with his jaw, but my legs were 
stiff from being in one place so long and it wasn't at 
all effective. He turned and hit me in the cunt so hard 
that I saw stars.

While I was still trying to double up from the pain, I 
felt them positioning me on the bed. I was on my knees, 
with my tits pressed against the edge of the bed and my 
head out over the edge of it.

Bigger knelt behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He 
centered his massive cock against my defenseless little 
asshole. He rammed forward boring himself in me to the 
hilt.

I just couldn't stop screaming. The pain was greater 
than anything I had ever felt in my life. There was no 
possibility for pleasure, only unending unbearable 
pain. Big grabbed me by the hair and rammed his cock 
into my screaming mouth. He didn't give me time to 
adjust but just rammed it all the way down my throat. I 
thought I was going to die and almost prayed that I 
would. 

It felt like my throat was being dragged inside out by 
the plunging cock. My tit nipples were being torn apart 
by the movement of my body back and forth on the stick 
pins and my ass hole would never be the same. I was 
sure that he was tearing into some vital organs 
somewhere with his massive cock.

It just went on and on and on until, mercifully, I 
blacked out.

When I came around it was to the wonderful feeling of 
somebody licking gently on my clit. Even through all 
the pain I could feel my juices beginning to flow. I 
looked down between my mangled tits and saw that Bigger 
was licking gently on my pussy.

Suddenly he raised up grinning evilly. "I'm glad you're 
back around because I wanted you to be sure and feel 
this." He held up a thumb tack.

It took me a second to realize what he planned. "Noo," 
I begged. "Please don't. Not there. Not there." He 
rammed the tack directly into my engorged clit.

I was too shocked to even scream at the pain. Had he 
ruined me? Would I ever feel anything down there again? 
For the first time since the ordeal had begun I lost 
hope. I knew I was going to die and there was nothing 
that I could do about it. I wondered idly if Eric knew 
what had happened to me. 

What had he thought when he pulled up to the curb to 
pick me up and I wasn't there? Had he looked for me? Or 
had he just figured that I'd chickened out and gone 
home? Had he tried to call? There were so many 
questions I wanted answers to and I knew that I would 
never know.

They put the hood over my head again, that damnable 
hood. Yet what did it matter. I had lost all will to 
live. They positioned me the way they wanted me. I was 
like a rag doll that they were using to get their 
jollies from.

I felt them lifting me over Bigger and inserting his 
cock into my bruised cunt. Big got in front of me. I 
knew I couldn't stop him so I just opened my mouth and 
let him put it in. I felt the bed sag and I knew 
somebody else had climbed onto it. I felt him centering 
on my bruised asshole and then he rammed forward into 
me.

They started pushing me forward and back and forward 
and back. All three of my holes were filled with the 
three biggest cocks I had ever taken. There were push 
pins in my nipples and a tack in my clit. I was nothing 
but one mass of pain. More pain than I had ever felt 
before. They fucked and fucked and fucked. They had 
already cum several time so I knew it wouldn't be 
quick.

And then a strange thing happened. My whole body began 
to come alive. My injured clitoris started to tingle. 
My mangled nipples became hard in spite of the stick 
pins hurting them. The fucking in all three of my holes 
began to feel really good along with the pain.

I went up and up and up and even further up. The 
pleasure-pain was incredible. When the crashing orgasm 
hit me my whole body started to shake. The shaking must 
have driven the men over the edge because I could feel 
them almost simultaneously shooting their cum into me.

And then the pleasure became so intense that I passed 
out.


Chapter Four – The Aftermath


I awoke slowly. Where was I? I knew I wasn't where I 
had been before. The sheets were clean and cool beneath 
my body. Hands were gently massaging antiseptic cream 
into my breasts. I thought that it had maybe been a bad 
dream, but I quickly changed my mind when I tried to 
move and pain coursed throughout my body.

"Just lay still, my love," the masculine voice above me 
spoke. I opened my eyes to look into the concerned eyes 
of Eric. "I'm so sorry my darling," he said. "So very, 
very sorry. Can you ever find it in your heart to 
forgive me?" Tears started to run down his face.

"Where am I?" I croaked. I was shocked at how sore my 
throat was.

"You're at my townhouse. I brought you back here to 
take care of you since you obviously were in no 
condition to take care of yourself. I never intended 
for it to get as bad as it was."

"You were there?" I asked incredulously.

"The whole time. When I heard you screaming so loud I 
never imagined what they were doing to you or I would 
have stopped it right then and there."

"I know you wouldn't but..." I paused. "As bad as it 
hurt, as much as they brutalized me, I did enjoy parts 
of it. Especially at the last."

"Hey," I said. "Could you do something for me?"

"Anything my darling."

"I haven't had anything to eat in a while. I'm 
starved."

Eric turned out to be a surprisingly good nursemaid. 
Within a month I was almost back to normal except for a 
few lingering bruises on my breasts.

Within six weeks I was able to return to work. I was 
surprised that I still had a job left, but Eric had 
called and told them that I had been involved in a 
serious auto accident while visiting my sister and it 
would be a while before I could return. Everyone was 
very understanding and things pretty much went back to 
normal.

Normal that is, except for one thing. I gave up my 
condo and moved in with Eric in his townhouse. We've 
been together for almost five years now and, guess 
what, tomorrow we're getting married.

And the sex? The "normal" sex with Eric is fantastic. 
And about once a year or more Eric lines up with a few 
of his friends and they give me the roughness that I 
still crave.

My life couldn't be more perfect.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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