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 makeup 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 captain 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 Sylvia,” 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 rag doll 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 strength 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 chandelier 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 chandelier and handed the rope up to Greg.
Sylvia 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.
Sylvia 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 lying 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
consciousness, her muffled screaming turned to grunting
and whimpering as the boys relentlessly 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, Sylvia.” It was a statement, not a
question.
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered before falling into an
exhausted sleep.