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Golden Petal blinked as she was dragged up out of the darkness of her cell, her
eyes dazzled by the light of the lanterns. It had been pitch black where she had
been kept, a small, dark cell, with nothing to do but try to count the hours
passing and await her fate.

Her two guards held her firmly, a little too firmly. Both were beautiful women,
dusky-skinned, and dark-eyed. Their sultry gazes ravished Petal’s beautiful and
ill-concealed body, their full lips pursed into knowing smiles. The warrior
woman blushed most uncharacteristically beneath their shameless attention.

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She struggled as much as she could, but she was too weak, groggy from her
imprisonment, from lack of sleep, from the blow to her head that had felled her.
The guards could hold her easily, bringing her to the throne room where the new
queen awaited.

“How’s the new story going?”

Amy looked at the e-mail, wondering how to reply. She’d been evading e-mails and
phone calls from her editor for weeks now, but this was from Samantha, her
self-styled ‘biggest fan’.

“Not well,” she typed in. “I haven’t been able to write anything in weeks.”

She’d never had writers’ block this bad before. Oh, there had been moments here
and there, but nothing like this. It wasn’t as if she were writing War and Peace
after all.

It was simple. She wrote trashy lesbian bondage stories with various fantasy
themes. Forty thousand words were enough. She usually managed by taking a
fantasy genre, crafting a flimsy adventure plot, adding large amounts of lesbian
sex, rape, torture, and there it was. She could do one in two or three months
usually.

It wasn’t as if she was actually a lesbian herself. She wasn’t. She wasn’t much
of anything at all these days. She was shy, quite insular and had few friends.
For as long as she could remember, she had always wanted to be a writer. As a
child she’d written all sorts of fantastical stories.

Unfortunately she’d had no luck getting her serious stories published. They were
always rejected for being too long, too serious, stilted writing style, all
sorts of reasons.

Then, she’d stumbled across a publisher called House of Chains, quite by
accident while searching for publishers on the Net. They accepted unsolicited
manuscripts as long as they had lots of sex in them, and weren’t too long. It
didn’t sound entirely inspiring, but Amy was running low on both money and
self-esteem. If she could get something published, something on paper, then that
would be something.

Her first book was done in six weeks, and was called A Rape of Panthers, about
an arrogant noblewoman who buys a savage outlaw woman as a lesbian slave, only
to be captured and taken off into the jungle as a slave in turn.

It sold out quickly. So did the second print run, and in no time at all the
publishers were on at her for a second book. And then a third.

Without realising it, Amy had found herself a career. This wasn’t what she
wanted to write at all, but it was easy enough, the money was good, and she did
enjoy seeing one of her books published. She used a pseudonym, of course, but
she knew it was hers, and that was enough.

It also meant she could make a living from writing, which was all she had ever
wanted to do. Now, at twenty-four, she was the author of sixteen books, the
owner of her own house, and able to manage independently, which was all she ever
wanted.

Except it now looked like it all might be ending. Maybe that wasn’t so bad. She
could go back to serious writing, give that a try. Have a break, perhaps. Work
out what else she could do.

Except there wasn’t anything else she could do. She had always been shy, very
solitary, with few friends. Her parents were dead, and the rest of her family
very distant. (God, if they knew what she did for a living, it would kill them!)

However, there were a few friends she communicated with by e-mail. She had never
met any of them, and knew nothing about them at all other than what they chose
to tell you. But then, she was selective with what she told them as well, so it
all worked out. It gave her a little thrill to talk with people behind this
illusion.

Samantha was one of the best of those internet friends. She had e-mailed Amy
after the first book was published, and it had been her encouragement as well as
the money that had persuaded Amy to continue with writing.

“Maybe I can help,” came back the next e-mail. “Send me what you’ve done, and
I’ll have a look at it.”

Amy thought about this for a while. Samantha had given her good ideas in the
past, and she certainly followed the books with a passion Amy found both
flattering and slightly disturbing. She had even worked out a chronology to
place all the books in the same world, linking together two of the villains from
separate books.

It was certainly worth a try. Amy sent her the first four chapters of her latest
book, A Petal Chained, and set back, hoping for some inspiration to arrive from
somewhere.

She had no idea what the problem was. The plot was not radically different from
anything else she had written.

Her heroine, Golden Petal, was a swordswoman who had sworn service to the queen
Nadia. However, Nadia’s country had been invaded by her evil twin, Queen
the witch. Petal had helped her queen escape, but had been captured in the
process. She was just being brought before Queen.

That was where her ideas ended. She could not conjure up the image of what
Queen looked like, how she dressed, what she would do to the helpless heroine.
Whenever she tried to envisage something, she was merely reminded of her
previous villainesses – the corrupt sorceress Senyakhaz from Castle of Slavery,
or Lady Wranna from Songs of Decadence and Lust, or the shapechanging Ardala
from Faces of Desire.

Maybe this was for the best.

Then, a day or so later, Chrstina replied to her. “I like it!” she began. “But I
think I can see your problem. I have some ideas that might fix it.” Amy smiled.
She knew Samantha would come up with something.

Then she read the next line.

“Perhaps we should meet up and talk. I’d love to have you come and visit me, to
thank you for all the inspiration you’ve given me!”

Amy froze. Meeting her was nothing like what she had intended. She hadn’t met
anyone in person, except for her editor briefly. What if Samantha had
preceonceptions about her? She knew that Chrstina was a lesbian, and made a
living as a lesbian dominatrix. Chrstina may assume she was as well.

No, she couldn’t. It would be absurd. She would get around this herself. It
probably wouldn’t matter even if she couldn’t finish it. This wasn’t the type of
thing she really wanted to write anyway.

She held off a reply for a while, pottering around, hoping for inspiration to
come. Twice she tried to continue the story, and twice she was unable to write
so much as a single word. The second time, she had stared at the blank screen
for half an hour, before finally breaking down in tears.

She was alerted from her crying fit by the arrival of another e-mail from
Samantha.

“I really think this can be a great book,” it said. “I’d like to help you.
Please reply.”

Drying her eyes, Amy did, and said she would love to come and meet her.

She had her doubts before sending, and deleted the message. But then she thought
of that terrible blank screen and the utter lack of ideas, and she re-typed her
reply. She had never before realised just how much writing meant to her. It was
all she had done now for almost five years. Although it was easy to think of the
stories as trashy and simplistic and immoral, she had written them. They were
hers.

Amy didn’t know what she would do if she couldn’t write any more.

“Great!” came Samantha’s reply. It came with directions. Amy was relieved to
know she did not live that far away. She knew from the e-mail address that
Chrstina lived in Britain, and so it wasn’t a foreign country or anything, but
she was only a few hours away by train.

Arrangements were made, Amy packed a few belongings, including her laptop, and
she went.

She met Chrstina at the train station, and was surprised at what she looked
like. Amy was not sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t the elegantly
dressed woman waiting there. Samantha had light brown hair, tied up
conservatively, slightly taller than Amy herself, with the hints of a good
figure beneath her clothes.

There was another woman there. Younger, maybe twenty, with blond hair and a
magnificent body clearly visible through a low cut blouse, open jacket and short
skirt. She was standing a few steps behind Samantha.

“Oh, God!” Samantha cried, as Amy approached them. “You look so young. I
thought you’d be older than that. Asian, too. I knew it. All your heroines were
Oriental. You look just like Star Lily.”

Amy blushed slightly. Star Lily was the heroine of Castle of Slavery, one of her
favourite books, one of the best-selling as well. Star Lily was incredibly
beautiful, and brave, destroying the reign of the sorceress Senyakhaz. The
editors kept demanding a sequel.

“You’re too kind,” she said, quietly, already thinking this was a mistake. She
had changed her mind several times about this on the train, but it had been too

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“Katrina will take your bags.” The blond girl stepped forward and took them from
an unresisting Amy, smiling broadly. “She’s my maid,” Samantha added. “Oh, I’ve
waited so long to meet you. Come on, we’ll get a taxi back to mine.”

Samantha talked a lot along the way, lapsing into occasional moments of
starstruck awe that Amy found very embarrassing. She had clearly not only read
all of Amy’s books many times over, but had practically memorised them all.

“One of my clients is a big fan as well. Last time she came, we re-enacted the
scene from Songs, you know, the one where Chase is tortured by Wranna.”

“I know the one,” Amy admitted uncomfortably. She’d written that whole chapter
in a few hours, not stopping for a break once.

“Castle was my favourite. Or maybe Panthers. I loved Star Lily. You really
should write a sequel. What happened to her after the castle collapsed and those
slavers caught her?”

“I might write a sequel some day,” Amy admitted. She didn’t add, “if I ever get
rid of this writers’ block.”

Still, Samantha didn’t talk about any of her great ideas for A Petal Chained,
and Amy was too polite (not to mention, nervous) to press her on them.

Samantha evidently lived further away from the station than Amy had thought,
because it was dark when the taxi arrived.

“This house is huge,” she breathed, looking up at it.

“My job pays well,” Samantha replied. “Besides, I work from here, so it needs
to be big enough to encompass all my clients’ fantasies.”

“Ah, do you have any… ah… clients booked for…?”

“Diary’s clear. I’m not letting anything get in the way of this. Oh! I’ve wanted
to meet you for such a long time. You look just like I imagined, you know. Sort
of a cross between Star Lily and Miria.”

The constant references to Star Lily puzzled Amy. Her heroines were all
beautiful, tall, voluptuous, athletic, pretty. Most of them were Asian, true,
but that was where the similarities ended, at least as far as Amy saw it.

“You must be tired. Katrina will take your bags to your room. Do you want a drink?
Tea? Coffee?

They settled in a large living room, Amy looking around wide-eyed. This was
nothing like she’d expected a dominatrix’s lair to look like. She’d
half-imagined a place looking like a scene from her books. This was pleasant,
casual, nicely furnished.

Katrina returned with a drink. Amy sipped at it. “You, ah… you said you had some
ideas?”

“Oh, plenty of time for that later. I’ve really looked forward to meeting you,
you know.”

“Yes,” Amy smiled, feeling uncomfortable with all the praise. This really hadn’t
been a good idea. The sooner she could leave, the better. Perhaps she could
manufacture some family emergency that would necessitate her leaving.

She sat there awkwardly, drinking her tea, listening to Chrstina’s praise.
Finished, she set the mug down.

“You must be tired. Travel always makes me tired.”

“Yes,” Amy said. “I am a… little…” Her head was swimming, suddenly, a
giddiness sweeping over her.

“Katrina will show you to your room.”

Amy stood up, to follow the girl. She took a step, and almost fell over.
Everything was blurring around her. She took another step, and completely
collapsed. She felt Katrina pick her up, and she was sure Samantha said
something, but she had no idea what it was, as sleep took her.

——–

Amy woke up to total darkness, her head pounding. The floor was cold beneath
her. She tried to stand up, and found that she was bound. Chains were wrapped
around her, a short length holding her wrists behind her back, fixed to a metal
collar around her neck; a slightly longer chain between her ankles. Other than
the manacles, she was completely naked.

She tried to calm herself. She had put many of her heroines in this position
before, but she had never thought to experience it herself. She had never had
bondage fantasies at all.

This was a joke. That was all. She ran that thought through her mind several
times, and even spoke it out loud. This was just a… joke.

“Hey!” she said, a little too quietly at first. “Hey!” she called out louder.
“Someone let me out! Samantha! This… this isn’t funny!”

There was a sudden rectangle of light from one side of her room, and then a door
opening, revealing a female form silhouetted in it. Amy closed her eyes rapidly,
and so did not see the woman who came to her and pulled her from the room, one
strong hand around her bound arm. Amy’s feet caught in her chains, and she
stumbled, being caught by the woman.

When her vision cleared, she looked around.

The woman was Katrina, but dressed completely differently. She was wearing a tight
leather bustier that barely concealed her impressive bosom, pushing her breasts
up and out. Also a short skirt, also leather, and boots that came up to just
under her knee. A thick belt around her slim waist held an item that could only
be a coiled whip.

“What is this?” Amy said, wishing she had been able to sound firmer than she
had. “Is this some sort of joke?”

Katrina pushed her roughly against the wall, and Amy cried out with the impact.
“Her Majesty demands your attendance, Lady Petal. What Queen wants, she gets.”

Petal? Queen? Characters from her book. But what?

Her head cleared, and she realised this was the scene, the one she had had
trouble with.

“Katrina, please,” she said. “This isn’t funny. Let me go… please.” She sounded
pathetic, and was instantly disgusted with herself.

Katrina pulled at her collar, and dragged her behind her.

Amy stumbled and staggered as she was pulled along behind the blond woman. This
was all just a joke, perhaps a misguided attempt by Samantha to help her
writers’ block. She would explain this wasn’t necessary, and get Samantha to
let her go. She wasn’t into this sort of thing, whatever the contents of her
books. That was just for the money.

Oh, my God! She was naked, completely naked in front of this woman. Samantha
would see her naked as well. She couldn’t even cover herself up with her hands.

Oh, no!

“Golden Petal,” said a deep, sultry voice. “The pleasure is mine.”

Amy looked up. She had completely lost track of where she had been taken. She
had expected the living room, or perhaps Samantha’s bedroom.

Not this.

The room was long, covered with shadows, lit only by several flickering candles,
decorated in an ornate, Arabian style. Manacles hung from the walls and ceiling,
hooks were set into the floor. Silken draperies hung everywhere. The walls were
covered with pictures, each one, Amy was terrified to notice, featuring
beautiful women in bondage.

At the far end of the room, lounging on a long couch, sat Samantha, except that
she looked completely unlike the woman Amy had met at the train station.

Samantha was wearing mere scraps of silk, one wound around her impressive
bosom, providing the merest hint of concealment, the other around her waist,
wisping over her loins. Her legs were bare, one stretched out, brushing the
floor, the other folded beneath her. Her face was made-up to make her look
sultry and powerful, her long hair hanging loose around her face and shoulders.

She looked like a queen, a powerful and dangerous woman.

Amy was forced to the floor in front of her. Samantha was running her eyes
slowly and languidly up and down her naked body. Blushing, Amy tried to cross
her legs, and bend over.

“You have a lovely body, Golden Petal. Why do you try to hide it from me?”

Amy tried to say something, but her throat was locked shut. She felt a single
tear trickle down her face.

“Did you hide it from my sister? Were you so bashful with her? Was this part of
the charm of your relationship?”

Amy cried out as Katrina grabbed her hair and forced her up to a kneeling
position. Her body was now wide open for Samantha to study, and study it she
did.

“Answer Queen Queen,” Katrina hissed from behind her.

“Samantha, please,” Amy said. “This is a bad joke. Please, let me go.”

But Samantha continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I grew up in her shadow, you
know. Everything she wanted, she had. Everything she ever wanted. I made a
promise to myself that one day, I would take everything of hers.

“And now, see. Everything she owned is mine. I have her palace, her country.”
She smiled a thick, seductive smile. “I have her lover.

“I do not have her, of course. Not yet. But I will. You will tell me where she
has gone.”

“No,” Amy said. Please, can’t you see this is a bad joke? Let me go! But she
couldn’t say those things. All she could say was, “no,” over and over again.

“Yes, my dear Petal. You will. But first, you will come to me as you did her.
You will love me as you did her. You will come crawling to my bed, and you will
lick me and kiss me and worship me and do everything that I wish you to.”

“No,” Amy said again. She was crying more this time. “No. Samantha, please…”

“Gag her,” Samantha suddenly ordered.

Amy cried out as Katrina suddenly forced a thick strip of wound leather into her
mouth. It was buckled around the back of her head and firmly fastened there. She
tried to speak, but she could not. The foul taste of the leather filled her
senses.

“You will call me Mistress Sonia Queen,” Samantha said. “Or ‘Majesty’, whichever you
prefer. Until you can call me either of those things, better you remain silent.”

This was crazy. This was insane. Amy couldn’t think at all. This was just a bad
joke.

Oh, God, why had she ever come here? Why had she ever written those books at
all? She must have known something like this would happen.

“Look at you,” Samantha purred, in a voice silkily powerful. “Crying like a
girl. You used to be so proud, Petal. So strong and arrogant. I doubt you ever
believed you would find yourself like this, did you?”

Amy shook her head. That was certainly true.

Samantha stepped down from her throne – the couch! – and walked over towards
Amy, slowly and powerfully. She looked just like Amy would have imagined Queen
to look. The clothing, the walk, the incredible arrogance and beauty… it was
all perfect.

Amy’s head was forced up as Samantha stood over her. She whimpered pathetically
as her captor stroked her face gently, scooping up a tear, and licking it
slowly. “You taste nice,” she noted. “You taste afraid.”

Katrina held her tight, unable to move, forced to look up into the face of the
woman who had drugged her, who held her prisoner.

“You will crawl to me,” Samantha hissed. “You will kiss my feet, you will
worship me.” The word ‘will’ was said with great emphasis, causing Amy to flinch
each time. There was no doubt in Samantha’s mind that these things would come
to pass.

“You will deliver yourself to me. You will beg me to touch you, to kiss you, to
rape you until you scream. You will do all these things.”

She smiled, and Amy shivered. She had described her villainesses smiling evilly
many times, but she had never seen anyone actually do it.

“And you will be mine.

“You have one chance, little Petal. One chance before I begin your torture.
Will you surrender yourself to me?”

Torture? Oh, no, she wouldn’t dare. This was one thing, but actual torture! Amy
remembered the whip Katrina had tucked inside her belt.

Yes! She’d do anything! Just as long as she wasn’t hurt! She couldn’t bear pain!

She tried to say yes, but her voice was muffled by the gag. She tried to nod
furiously, but Katrina held her head steady.

“No?” Samantha said, playfully. “Oh, well, I would have expected nothing else
from the brave and loyal Golden Petal. I am sure it will take a lot of effort
to break you.”

She returned to her throne, and sat done.

“But break you, I will.”

Again with the emphasis. Amy trembled, and began to sob uncontrollably.

———-

She did nothing to resist as Katrina unchained her delicately. She could have
tried to escape, but she dared not. Katrina handled her gently, but making it very
clear that she could be more forceful should it be necessary.

Once her arms were free, Amy was pulled up to her feet, one arm pulled upwards,
a manacle fastened around her left wrist. She could stand, but only on tiptoes.
Her other arm was left to flop by her side.

Her left leg was pulled up behind her, and Amy realised how she was to be bound.
She began to squirm, but Katrina merely tightened her grip and forced the leg
upwards, fixing the chain to her left ankle, and securing the other manacle to
her right wrist. The length of chain was very short, no more than a foot, and
there was very little she could do to relieve the pressure. This was painful
now. She knew that in hardly any time at all, it would become excruciating.

This done, poor Amy dangling by one arm and balancing awkwardly on one foot,
Katrina stepped back from her. Samantha moved forward, standing very close to the
chained girl.

“What did you and my sister do in bed?” she asked, huskily. “What did you like
her to do to you?”

Amy whimpered, still gagged. Her leg was trembling, her muscles beginning to
burn.

“Did she stroke your cunt? Did she kiss your breasts?”

Samantha brushed Amy’s breast lightly, and the helpless girl trembled. It was
only the merest brush, and yet the slight sensation ran through her as if she
were electrocuted.

“I bet she did. You have lovely breasts, my little Petal.”

She bent down and kissed Amy’s nipple. At first, she just brushed it with her
full lips, but when she opened her mouth slightly, and brushed the pink nipple
gently with her tongue. She began to lap at it, as if she were a cat with a bowl
of cream. When she took the nipple fully between her lips, sucking at it, Amy
had thrown her head back, shaking.

She had never known anything like that. No one had ever kissed her breasts
before. She had described this scene several times, but had never dreamed she
would experience it.

How did her heroines survive scenes like this? Samantha was obviously enacting
an imagined scene from her book. If Amy was to cope, was to survive, she would
have to become like Golden Petal.

What did her heroines do?

She struggled to concentrate, to ignore the burning ache in her sore muscles,
and the long, wet kiss in her breast.

What did her heroines do?

She realised the answer in a terrifying burst of clarity.

They surrendered. All of them had succumbed to torture. They had escaped later,
and won and saved the day, by luck, or by being rescued by friends. They were
all strong-willed, but ultimately they had all broken.

Senyakhaz had made Star Lily her slave. Chase had been broken by Lady Wranna’s
tortures. Tarilanna had been reduced to a mere slave. Miria had been rescued
from the Priestesses of Lir by her friends.

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Amy was crying piteously as Samantha turned her attention to the other breast.
Her heroines were strong-willed, athletic, blessed by destiny, and none of them
had withstood torture like this. How could she?

In no time at all, both her nipples were erect, throbbing with the attention,
wet and dripping with Samantha’s saliva. Amy’s cruel captor pinched them both
mercilessly, and then gestured to Katrina.

The blond guard brought forward two small objects, glinting metallically. Amy
looked at them and her eyes widened above her gag. No! No! Please, no!

But she could not speak, and she doubted Samantha would have shown her mercy
even if she could. Senyakhaz would not have, nor Wranna.

Nor would Queen, of course.

Amy had not yet introduced Queen, having her mentioned only through rumours, or
dreams. Part of the problem with the story had been that she had no idea of what
Queen wanted, or looked like, or planned to do with Golden Petal.

Now, she did know. Queen had risen in her mind, looking exactly like Samantha
did. Samantha’s voice, silkily seductive, imperious, arrogant, vengeful… that
was how Queen would speak.

And Queen would show no mercy. She would pause at nothing to obtain what she
wanted, and what she wanted was everything that had belonged to her sister.

Petal and Nadia had never been lovers, but Queen clearly thought they were.

Amy shook as the first golden clamp was fixed to her stiff nipple. Samantha ran
the thick golden chain that linked it to its mate through her hands, enjoying
the pain and the terror in Amy’s eyes. Then, mercilessly, she atached the second
to the other nipple.

“Did my sister do this to you?” Samantha paused. “I doubt it. She was always
too soft. She never treated you like the slut you are. I bet she never tied you
up, or whipped your pretty little body. You’ve had a very soft life here,
haven’t you?”

Amy could only look at her, terrified beyond belief, convinced that Queen would
not stop until she was broken, utterly broken. No one would come to rescue her.
No one.

No, not Queen! Samantha! This was Samantha, her ‘biggest fan’, not a
fictional witch queen.

“Stay there for a time,” Samantha purred. “And watch.”

She reclined back on the couch, and Katrina joined her, shedding her scanty
leather clothing. She kissed her Mistress Sonia longingly, and then slid down to her
knees, kissing and licking at Samantha’s silky thighs, slowly moving her mouth
upwards.

Amy watched as Samantha was brought to a passionate, furious orgasm. She had
never seen such a furious release before, certainly never experienced anything
like that herself. A thought came to her through the aching pain that filled
her. Petal would be as inexperienced as she was. A beautiful warrior woman,
used to drawing the attention of both men and women, but seldom pursued that
interest.

She was in love with Nadia, holding a helpless and unrequited love for her
true queen. Nadia did not love her back, and so Petal had remained apart
from anyone else.

The book was starting to take form now. Amy’s fingers were itching to resume
writing.

But she was still bound, unable to move beyond the agonising position that held
her. She tried to shift her leg further up to relieve the pressure on her arm,
but then she almost lost her already precarious balance. The pain in her left
arm was bad enough as it was, without it having to hold up her entire body
weight.

Then she tried to lower her leg as much as she could, only to risk forcing her
body back, pulling at her right arm.

There was nothing she could do, but wait and watch and try to endure.

When Samantha was done, she pushed Katrina aside imperiously, and rose, the thin
strip of silk around her waist now discarded. Amy had never seen another woman’s
sex before, and she could not help but let her gaze drop to Samantha’s groin.
The hair there was damp and matted. There was a pungent smell of arousal rising.

Samantha brushed Amy’s belly lightly, and the poor girl nearly overbalanced.

“Did my sister ever do that to you?” she asked.

Amy was whimpering behind her gag, desperately trying to speak.

Samantha reached for the gag, and withdrew it from Amy’s mouth. “What do you
have to say for yourself, my precious Petal?” she asked.

“Please,” Amy whispered. What had she wanted to be called? “Mistress Sonia Queen…
please let me down. I’ll do…” She felt wretched, sick, but she could not
endure this any more. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“You’ll kneel down before me, kiss my feet?”

“Yes, Majesty.”

“You’ll kiss my tits and worship me utterly?”

“Yes, Majesty.”

“You’ll beg to be allowed to lick me, to fuck me, to do every disgusting and
degrading thing I want to your helpless body? You will sell yourself to me as my
eternal slave?”

Amy was crying. “Yes, Majesty.”

Samantha snorted. “This is a trick. Queen Nadia’s bodyguard, Golden Petal,
would never break so early. This is all a lie.” Amy tried to protest, but the
gag was swiftly forced back into her mouth.

“I do not like those who lie to me. Remain here a while, and perhaps then your
words will be more sincere.” She strode from the room, her head held high, Katrina
following her, pausing to deliver a look of triumph to the bound girl.

Amy was then left alone, a helpless Petal chained in place and left to suffer
the merciless cruelties of Queen Queen.

———-

Golden Petal hung there helplessly, weeping at her weakness. She had almost
surrendered herself to Queen so easily. It had taken so little effort for her
to be broken like that. Not even Queen could believe that. She had thought it a
trick, not realising that Petal really had begged for mercy.

Her queen was safe, and that thought gave Petal some small peace during the
long hours of her agonising bondage. Her body, though fit and athletic from long
training, was soon trembling with pain at the unnatural position of her bondage.

But worse pain by far was the burning within her, the yearning for the cruel and
evil touch of Queen.

She remembered the hot kisses upon her breasts, the slow teasing that brought
her nipples to full prominence. She could still hear Queen’s taunting questions
as to whether she had done this with Nadia.

Petal had not, but oh, how she had yearned to. Queen was evil, bitter,
twisted, cruel, but she shared one thing alone with her kind and gentle sister.

Physically, she was the exact duplicate. It may as well have been Nadia
kissing and caressing and torturing her. How was Queen to know how long Petal
had yearned for the true queen to kiss and touch her in that way? How was Queen
to know just how much she resembled Nadia, and just how difficult it was for
Petal to tell her apart?

Amy winced as renewed pangs of agony shot through her arm and leg. She was
teetering, only just able to maintain her balance. She knew her face was
streaked with tears. She knew what a pitiful figure she resembled.

And yet ideas were rising and forming within her mind. She could not recall the
last time she had felt like this: able to compose plots and characterisation and
motivations so easily. She could fathom out the rest of the book now, gain an
understanding of what had happened so far. A little re-writing of the beginning
would be necessary, but other than that…

She winced again. Thinking of writing was the only thing that could take her
thoughts away from the pain of her position. She had to be able to write again.
Surely Samantha would allow her that. Whatever else was taken away from her,
surely she would be permitted to write.

Her heart leapt when Katrina returned for her. She was dressed differently, a thin
silken gown wrapped around her magnificent form. She walked around Amy slowly,
admiring the writer’s naked body. Amy was too anguished to be ashamed. As long
as she was cut down soon…

Please, cut me down!

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Mercifully, Katrina did, untying the chains and allowing Amy to fall to a heap
upon the fall. She could simply lie there for a long time, crying piteously,
feeling sensation return to her limbs, as abused muscles protested their long
bondage. When Katrina removed her nipple clamps, she actually thanked her
profusely, except that she was still gagged, and could not speak. When Katrina
removed her gag, Amy could only squeak out slight noises.

“Come on,” snarled Katrina, fixing a thin leather leash to the chain collar that
was now all she wore. Awkwardly, painfully, Amy stood up and followed the
heartless woman from the room where she had been chained.

She was led to a bathroom, gloriously fashioned in marble and gold, the image of
ancient decadence. She wondered if this was for Samantha’s clients as well, or
if her captor simply liked the design.

Amy balked as Katrina directed her to the toilet, but the tight feeling in her
bladder won, and she went there, before the blond’s piercing gaze. That brought
Amy’s mind back from fancies and fantasies, and to reality.

She was a prisoner here, kept naked and tied up by a woman who had clearly
inspired all of this around the plots of her own books. Amy knew she could
expect torture and all manner of hideous fates to follow, for that was what
happened to her heroines. Such things were easier by far to imagine than to
experience.

There had to be a way out of this. There had to be.

Once she was done, Katrina never having moved her gaze, Amy was blushing
furiously, bitterly ashamed.

“You look a mess,” Katrina pronounced. “Into the shower. Wash yourself thoroughly.
Mistress Sonia’ orders.” She removed Amy’s collar and leash and stood back, leaving
the writer utterly naked.

Amy obeyed, stepping into the shower and wincing as cold water cascaded over her
body. Again, aware that Katrina was watching her, she took the soap and began to
lather herself all over. Closing her eyes, she tried to relish the experience.
Her muscles were sore, her skin sweaty, her face marked by tears. She rubbed
herself over, lathering and rinsing her long hair.

She was almost feeling normal when Katrina said, “cunt and arse too. Clean them
out.”

This had almost been a normal, ordinary experience before that. It had been easy
to ignore Katrina’s presence and enjoy the every-day moment of a shower. Now, she
was reminded again of where she was, and why she was doing this.

For a moment she trembled there, shame and fear gripping her, but then a
rational voice – Golden Petal’s voice – stopped her.

You will be tortured eventually, it said. Take this time. Make it last as long
as you can.

Amy shivered, and picked up the soap again, setting to cleaning herself out as
much as she could. As her soapy hand slid over her thin pussy lips, she was
shocked to find the raised nib of her clit. Just brushing it caused shockwaves
of pleasure to emanate through her. She couldn’t recall the last time she had
felt like that. Painfully aware of her audience, she began to rub herself there
again.

“None of that,” snapped Katrina. “You’re here to clean yourself out for the
Mistress Sonia, not play with yourself.”

Shamed again, Amy resumed washing, keeping her head down, doing as Katrina
ordering, even submitting to a humiliating check, as the blond woman knelt
behind her, and pulled her arse cheeks open.

“Good enough,” she eventually pronounced. “Dry yourself off. Quickly.”

Amy obeyed, shaking the droplets of water from her limbs, and rubbing herself
down. Katrina kept speeding her up, and when she was satisfied, Amy’s long hair
was still dripping. Katrina seemed content.

Then, the chains were re-applied. First the collar with leash. Then the manacles
at her wrists, pulled behind her tighter than before, so there was a mere few
inches slack. Then ankles, with a foot and a half’s movement room.

Katrina kept producing more chains. She looped a coil above and below Amy’s
breasts, squeezing them slightly. Another coil around her slim waist.

Worst of all, she brought back the nipple clamps. Amy’s nipples were already
hard from the cold water, and again she cried out with agony as she were
attached, clamped down mercilessly on her sore nipples.

Finally, Katrina pulled out a white gown, which she draped over Amy’s body, tying
it shut around the waist. It could not cover anything at all – her hands bound
as they were, she could not fit her arms into the holes, and the gown was only
tied loosely. It gave her the appearance of being more than naked. It was an
item of clothing that, flimsy as it was, could be torn from her in an even
greater display of humiliation.

On a distant level, she found herself liking that idea, and resolving to use it
in a later book.

She was led by Katrina away from the luxurious bathroom, and back towards the
throne room where she had spent an agonised night of bondage. She was trembling
at the memory, fear beginning to rise within her of what might be done to her
next.

But also throbbing inside her was a thrill, a perverted and terrible thrill. The
thought that Samantha – or Queen – might kiss her again, touch her, caress
her, bring her to the same heights of ecstacy that she had seen before…

Amy could not believe these thoughts.

That was how Petal would react. Desiring Queen as much as she was repulsed by
her. Become like Petal. That was the way to survive this.

Become like Golden Petal.

———-

Queen was reclining on her throne, her luscious body – the exact double of her
sister’s – swathed in the slightest of sheer gowns, a long necklace around her
neck, a blood red stone dangling between her voluptuous breasts.

“My little Petal,” she purred. “Feeling refreshed?”

“Mistress Sonia Queen,” she said, not knowing what else to say. She would not betray
Nadia. She could not betray Nadia. But what if she were tortured again,
left to hang as se had been before? Worse, what if she were kissed again,
caressed, touched…

In one smooth motion, Queen’s guard pulled the gown from Petal’s freshly
washed body, leaving her utterly open and exposed before the evil queen.
Blushing, she tried to bow her head, to avoid the dominant and lustful look in
Queen’s eyes, but the guard held her head up.

Slowly, Queen very deliberately ran her eyes all across the bound woman’s
athletic body, enjoying Petal’s discomfort and shame. To appear so
humiliatingly naked before someone so evil, so much the image of the woman she
loved and adored….

“Kneel,” Queen ordered.

Petal tried to obey, her movements awkward in her bondage, but the guard
roughly pushed her down, forcing her to her knees.

“Spread your knees,” Queen ordered. Petal obeyed, shamefully.

“Wider.”

“Wider.”

“Wider.”

Tears of humiliation rose within the poor girl’s eyes. Her thigh muscles burned
with the strain of maintaining that position, sitting high on her heels, her
legs spread as wide open as they could, vulnerable to Queen’s piercing and lewd
gaze, her body wide open for the taking.

She began to tremble.

“Beg me for mercy.”

“Please,” Petal sobbed, instantly. “Mercy, Mistress Sonia. Please… I’ll do
anything.”

“Really?” Queen said, smiling. “Tell me what you will do.”

“I will…” the pretty and helpless prisoner began. “I will worship you, obey
you, kiss your feet…”

“Will you lick me? Pleasure me? Fuck me as you did my sister?”

Petal flinched. The reference to Nadia… to her true love. Nadia would
never speak so crudely.

Queen nodded, and the guard suddenly walked around in front of Petal. She had
discarded her light gown, and now wore only her slippers and a belt strapped
around her waist. Attached to the belt, on a leather strap running under her
legs, was a long, hard phallus, at least nine inches in length, thick and round.
Petal eyed it.

“Kiss it,” Queen ordered. The helpless girl hesitated.

“You had better kiss it,” the usurper advised. “Lick it, take it inside you.
Make it as wet as you can, because in a moment, it will be inside a very
different hole, and the more lubricated it will be, the better.”

Petal could only stare at her.

——

“No!” Amy screamed, at the realisation of what would be done to her. “No!
Samantha, please, no! You can’t!”

“You have twenty heartbeats, my little Petal. Kiss it as much as you can.”

Terrified, her heart pounding, Amy opened her mouth, and accepted the strap-on
into her. She gagged as it was thrust to the back of her throat, but she licked
it and sucked at it as hard as possible, desperate to get some lubrication onto
it. Her mouth was suddenly dry.

Amy was still shaking when Katrina withdrew the dildo and walked around behind
her. Incoherently, she babbled to Samantha, praying for some mercy. The fantasy
had ended now. This was not just an exercise in humiliation. This was rape,
plain and simple.

She was paralysed by the feel of Katrina’s hands on her back, and then one her
bound wrists. So terrified was she, that she did not at first notice that her
hands had been freed.

Oh, thank God! she thought a moment later. Just a joke.

Katrina pushed her forward, so that she fell onto her front. With her newly
released hands, she tried to push herself up, but Samantha stepped up from her
couch and stepped on Amy’s hands. She was only wearing slippers, and there was
not enough pressure to hurt, but enough to keep her down.

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Samantha bent down, picked up the end of Amy’s leash, and pulled the helpless
writer’s head upwards, so that she could not help but stare into her captor’s
face.

“Please,” Amy sobbed. “Please… don’t do this!”

“Mercy?” Samantha said, in her Queen voice. “From me, little Petal? I
promised to degrade you utterly, remember? I promised to make you mine in every
conceivable way. This will destroy the last vestiges of your pride, your
dignity, your freedom. After this act is done, you will be mine, totally.

“And I want you to keep looking into my eyes as it is done, so that you know who
it is who is responsible for this.”

“No…” Amy sobbed. “No…”

Then, she felt Katrina roughly force the end of the strap-on into her virgin arse,
and she screamed, a high-pitched and anguished sound she had never imagined
could come from any human being.

——-

Petal screamed until her throat was sore, and even then she continued to
scream, dry rasping at the back of her throat. Tears streamed uncontrollably
down her face. Her pleas for mercy had been ignored, as her screams were
likewise.

She could not move her head, and she dare not close her eyes. She was trapped
there, staring up into the cruel and terrible eyes of Mistress Sonia Queen, the same
eyes that she had once dreamed would look upon her with love from Nadia.

But it was not to be, and now it never was to be, for she knew what Queen had
said was true. From this point on, she was utterly and irrevocably a slave.
Queen had broken her. She would do anything to avoid this happening to her
again. She would give up all that she had, betray all that she once knew,
knowing nothing but her own slavery and humiliation.

The pain of that realisation was almost – almost – as bad as the agony of her
rape.

——–

Amy heard a hard grunt in her ear, signifying that her ordeal had ended. She
felt Katrina’s weight lift from her back, and the rough thrusting end, leaving a
sharp and agonising pain in her violated body. She was still staring up at
Samantha, although her vision was blurred by her tears.

“Do you have anything to say to me, little Petal?” she asked.

“I am yours, Mistress Sonia,” she rasped.

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “You are.”

She stepped back from Amy’s hands, and took her seat back on her throne. With a
regal air, she extended one foot. Wordlessly, without needing to be told, amy
crawled forward, and extended her dry tongue with which to kiss and caress her
Mistress Sonia.

It did not matter to her now whether she was Amy Tan, writer, submitting before
Samantha Hollis; or whether she was Golden Petal, slave and prisoner, before
Queen, queen and monster. Amy and Golden Petal had become one within her now,
as had Tarilanna and Star Lily and all her other heroines. Every scene she had
ever written had become one in this moment, where she herself had become a
slave.

“Stand up,” Samantha ordered after a while, and Amy obeyed, somewhat painfully.
She did not resist as Katrina pulled her arms above her head, and chained them
there, leaving the poor girl helpless before whatever new torment could be
devised for her.

Samantha stepped forward. Amy closed her eyes, tensing herself for some new
blow, some torture, pain, or something.

She screamed at the lightest touch on her thigh, just above the chains at her
knee.

Samantha continued to caress her idly, drawing circles on Amy’s soft and tender
skin. At first, it was merely a light itch, a gentle tickling, but as Samantha
continued, moving her fingers upwards and downwards, inside Amy’s legs, up and
over her waist, down towards her groin, the sensation became more intense, more
exciting…

Samantha leaned forward and kissed her helpless prisoner, standing so that only
their lips touched, her body so near and yet so far from Amy’s own. Yearning to
be touched, Amy tried to strain herself forward.

“Do you love me?” she asked, huskily.

“Yes, Mistress Sonia,” Amy replied.

“Do you adore me?”

“Yes, Mistress Sonia.”

“Will you obey me utterly, in all things?”

“Yes, Mistress Sonia,” Amy whispered, through unshed tears.

“Good,” Samantha said, sitting back down, crossing her legs and placing her
hands on her lap.

“This is what’s going to happen, Amy.” That as the first time she had usde Amy’s
real name since this whole ordeal had begun. Or was it her real name? Was Amy
Tan any more real than Golden Petal or Star Lily or Chase or Miria? They were
all slaves, all helpless prisoners of beautiful, powerful, cruel women.

“You are going to live here, with me, as my slave. I’ll get a document drafted
up to make me your agent. All the business side of your work is going to be done
by me. You’ll just write. I think you have enough ideas to finish your book
now?”

Amy nodded.

“You’ve got a great talent. I’ll help nurture that, be your… ah…
inspiration. You’ll be fed, clothed…” She paused. “When necessary. You’ll live
here, want for nothing. All you have to do is write, and serve me. Katrina and I
will take care of everything else.

“A room’s been provided for you. Your laptop’s been set up… modified slightly
so you can’t e-mail out. I don’t think you would, but just to stop you calling
for help. You won’t, will you?”

“No, Mistress Sonia.” And she wouldn’t. What would she do out there? She was a
prisoner there, too.

“Good.” Katrina began to take her down. “Any questions?”

Amy looked down at herself, naked save for her chains, collar and manacles. “May
I have some clothes, Mistress Sonia?”

“No,” Samantha said sharply. “Anything else?”

“May I…” Amy wasn’t sure how to ask that. “Mistress Sonia, may I…?”

“No,” she replied again. “I’ll let you come when you finish the book. Think of
that as an incentive. If I find you’ve pleasured yourself before I give
permission…” Chrstina smiled. “I’ll let Katrina rape you again.”

Amy paled, almost shaking, suddenly nauseous. No, not that again. No…

“Anything else?”

There was a pause, and Samantha gave a signal. Katrina led the faltering and
dizzy young woman from the room, Amy rattling with each step. Just when they got
to the door, Amy paused, and turned back.

“Mistress Sonia?” she said.

——–

Petal looked at the cruel queen, her body burning from her torture, tears
filling her lovely eyes.

“I love you, Mistress Sonia Queen,” she said, loathing herself for saying so, but
unable to stop the feeling inside her.

——–

Amy sat down at the desk provided for her, her violated arse burning as she did
so. Her laptop was on, opened to the last chapter of A PetalChained. She looked
at the final words she had written.

She knew who the evil queen was now. She knew why Queen wanted to break her,
and why Petal would respond to that torture in the way she would.

And she knew how the book would end. The only way it could.

The end of her leather leash dropped down in front of her, brushing against her
throbbing cunt, idly caressing her swollen clit. Amy watched to sob.

She was Golden Petal now, and all of the others. Every heroine she would ever
write again, would be her. She would spend the rest of her life every bit as
much of a slave as they would.

Weeping, she stretched, and began to write.

Poor little Young Sonia couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She didn’t believe such pain existed as that which she was now suffering. Josh the nineteen year old camp counselor was slowing shoving his huge cock into her tiny little bald pussy. Naked Cory sat there playing with his tiny dick and watching as he had been instructed to do. His mouth hung open in awe. He was sure the big fat fucker that Josh sported would rip Young Sonia’s pussy to pieces. He looked closer to see if the skin would tear, but the little girl’s cunt continued to stretch and stretch as Josh forced more and more cock into her.

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“That a girl, Young Sonia. Oh Fuck, what a fucking hot bitch you are! Such a good little cunt! Take my big fat leaking dick! Take my big fat cock up your tiny baby cunt!” Four inches of nineteen year old dick were now imbedded in the little girl. She felt like a pig on a spit, she felt en brochette! she felt skewered! The dick was so large that her entire little body felt impaled on it, and indeed she was. He had her naked lttle body on the bed on her back with her legs pulled up to her flat chest. He leaned over her and shoved more and more dick into her scared body.

“That’s it you sweet little bitch, take my big dick. I’ve got almost half of it in you now. Only a little over five inches to go! Can you feel it bumping against your cervix? Does that hurt, angel? I swear to you, after you have been fucked fifteen or twenty times, this won’t bother you at all any more.”

“She’s bleeding!” Cory said with alarm, his small hand working his stiff little dick.

Avery laughed. “That’s cause I popped her cherry. Cunt’s have a thin membrane of skin in there, and I just broke through it. It’s great! When you get a bit older, Cory, you and your buddies will have contests to see how many cherries you can pop. It’s a thing guys do. Of course here at camp, I get to bust a whole lot of virgin membrane. It’s one of the perks.

“Doesn’t it hurt her? Look, she has her eyes closed and is breathing real funny and crying.”

“Of course it hurts her, Dickface! That’s part of the fun. When a guy fucks a girl, he tries to fuck her as hard as he can, so that she never forgets his particular dick! Girls never ever forget me. Believe me! Okay, bitch, here comes another inch!” His muscular ass globes tightened a bit and moved down as he forced another inch of cock into the wailing girl.

“Get behind me, Cory and lick and suck my balls while I fuck her!”

Little Cory made a face. He had already sucked Avery’s ass. ” Do I gotta?”

“God damned right, you gotta. I like to have my balls licked while I fuck a bitch. Sometimes I’ll have a cunt’s boyfriend or husband lick my balls while I fuck her. If grown men are afraid to say no, you better Goddamned well get on a job when I tell you to. Now lick them real nice. They’ll be swinging alot once I start to actually fuck, so don’t hurt them by catching them in your mouth. Just lick and suck gently on the nuts in the sack!”

“What do you mean, once you start to fuck? Aren’t you fucking her now?”

Avery laughed a deep throaty laugh. “Fuck no. Now I am just introducing her to my dick! Once I am in all the way, then I will start to fuck her little brains out. Not that bitches got any brains to begin with. Not real brains. Not for things that matter. RIGHT, BITCH? YOU ARE JUST A BRAINLESS LITTLE CUNT, AND WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU WILL BE A BRAINLESS LITTLE GIRL WITH A HUGE OPEN CUNT THAT CAN TAKE ANY FUCKING THING AT ALL!”

Little Young Sonia howled in pain and tried to twist away. Avery grabbed her two little nipples and tugged. “You just lay real still, Fuckhole! I am doing this for your education. Lay still and take this fuckmeat. do know how many high school freshman, girls older than you, would gladly change places with you? At school, the freshmen bitches hang on me all day. “Please fuck me, Avery,” they beg. “I’ll do anything you want!” I string them along. First thing I tell them is, “If you want to taste my dick, you got to come to school with no bra or panties on! And no pants, only short skirts!” Shit, I got fifteen or more freshman twats walking around school with their bare cunts showing! I make them lift their skirts to show me and my buddies their virgin pussies! I make them stand there in the school hall, against a locker and finger their cunts while we guys watch. That’s how I am able to decide which cunt I want to fuck next. I make them open their blouses and show us their naked tits. I tell them to pull on their nipples to get them hard. How else can a guy judge if he wants to date a bitch or not? Sometimes, I’ll have them compete. I’ll take two bitches into an empty classroom and have them strip and tell them to play with their pussies and tits. The girl who fingerfucks herself best gets a date with me. You little bitches are really lucky. You are getting a head start on the other girls. You are getting introduced to dick early in life. Of course most of the dicks you encounter in junior and senior high will not be as big as mine or the other counselors here at Fuck Camp. You will be a bit disappointed because you won’t feel stuffed full of cock in your cunt and asshole. But if you are an enterprising young twat, you will hit the streets looking for massive dick to satisfy you. Hang on, here come another inch!”

Avery was pounding the little bitch now. He knew he would not get it all in her, she was just too tiny, but he could still try. Cory half in fear, half in little boy lust and curiosity had crawled down between Avery’s muscular thighs and was lapping at the large nuts hanging in their fleshy hairy sack. Cory was a bit to young to even understand about gay and straight sex. He knew about fags and something about what they supposedly did, but he didn’t understand the technicalities of being a queer or being straight. He and his little buddies had upon occasion stripped naked in his room and bounced on the bed and rubbed their bare little bodies against each other, but that was just little boy fun. They had compared dicklets and fingered each others little peckers, wondering when they would grow large like the older guys they had seen at the swimming pool. But Cory had no idea if licking a grown boy’s balls was queer or not. He just knew he didn’t want the shit kicked out of him, and that he had better do whatever Avery ordered. He had not enjoyed sucking on Avery’s ass, even though the counselor’s hole had been quite clean.

Avery had announced that he loved nothing more in life than to get his ass licked and sucked and that he would appoint one of the little campers each night to be his personal “ass sucker.” Cory hoped that since he had been initiated early, he might be left out of that chore for some time to come. It felt to freaky to have to lick up and down the ass crack between to smooth muscular ass cheeks, and then to have to swipe your tongue over the asshole. The skin there felt funny and the hair around the asshole got caught in the little boy’s teeth. Avery had been real patient. He was a good teacher, Cory had to say that for him. He taught Cory how to make his little boy tongue real pointy and then stick it into the rosebud of rectum flesh. He taught the kid how to actually fuck the asshole with his tongue while his lips sucked at the asslips. He told Cory to make lots of sloppy piggy noises as he sucked asses as the jocks really enjoyed that.

Young Sonia grunted as Avery bottomed out in her. No way he was going to get balls deep in this bitch. He was butting up against her womb as it was. Might as well start fucking! He raised his hips so the cock withdrew almost to the swollen plumb sized head, then he slammed his hips down so the dick forced itself roughly back in as deep as it would go. Young Sonia’s pretty little mouth opened but no sound came out! Here eyes opened wide too and rolled up until only the whites were showing. Young Sonia was sure she was going to die.

Avery looked down into her beautiful little face and could not resist spitting a huge gob into it. Spittle ran over her cheeks and nose as the nineteen year old counselor fucked her as hard as he could. His big balls bounced and swung and Cory had a devil of a time licking them.

The most interesting time of the evening so far for Cory had been when he had been taught how to put his dick into a girl. He had been instructed how to fuck Young Sonia. Of course his dick was still so small that even the little girl hardly felt anything, but it had been fun. Avery had sat there masturbating his huge leaking dick while he watched the two little kids fucking on the bed. He taught Cory how to hump his ass and hips more so that the dick would get deeper into the cunt. Cory’s dick was so tiny he had not even busted Young Sonia’s cherry. But it was damned cute watching them fuck. Cory had also sucked Young Sonia’s pussy and she had licked and sucked his tiny dick.

Somewhere along the line, Avery had decided to call Young Sonia, Piggy. He knew the summer camp would turn her into a little cock pig, so why not call her Piggy? By the time the summer was over, the fucking bitch would need cock every single day. She would be cock addicted. Dick addicted! Or just A Dick-ted. Although she would be fucked by boys in the camp every day most of the day, she would yearn for the massive pricks of the counselors. To get serviced by the really big dicks, she would have to perform degrading, disgusting, perverted, fun activities. For example, once a cunt craved Avery’s huge fuckmeat, he would make them suck and fuck with dogs before he gave them some of his precious cock. He might make them drink piss or eat shit or puke. He loved to see how low a girl would go, just to get his dick. It amazed him some of the things girls would do to get some of his fuckmeat.

There had been this one thirteen year old, Avery had been fucking who really needed his dick two or three times a week. Well, he had other cunts to fuck, so she was lucky if she got it once every two weeks. She began to go a bit nutty. She would stalk him. she sobbed that she needed his big dick. Finally he told her, he would fuck her, if she did a little something for him. He wanted her to fuck her own father and bring him photos as proof! She freaked out of course. How could she accomplish that? Not Avery’s problem. He thought it would get the bitch off his back. But lo and behold, about a month later, the cunt brings him photos of her own dad fucking her brains out! Avery had to relent and give the pussy some of his beautiful cock. Then she sobbed, she couldn’t live without his dick. Now this was an extreme case. He didn’t care if she committed suicide, but stringing her along suddenly became a kind of challenge for him. He told her he would give her his dick on a regular basis, if she got pregnant by her father! She resisted as any normal red blooded thirteen year old would do. He withheld his dick. She would come to him at the high school and say would he just take it out of his jeans so she could look at it for a few minutes. Being a nice guy he usually obliged, but that only made things worse. She would take one look at his cuntbuster, and go nuts. She needed it so badly. Well, she eventually relented and got her own father to fuck her pregnant. They told Mom it was some boy from school. When the girl showed Avery the pregnancy test results, he had a really good laugh. He gave her some good dick that night. She was in Heaven. Then he told her she could not get an abortion, but had to carry the child. He would continue to fuck her and give her dick to suck as long as she carried the baby. He would enjoy fucking a pregnant girl. Avery even visited the distraught father and told him he knew he had been fucking his own daughter. He showed the dad the photos the thirteen year old bitch had taken. The father was mortified. Avery forced the father to strip bare assed right there in his high tech expensive office, crawl on his hands and knees across the carpet and suck on Avery’s dick. Then he brought in the man’s daughter and he and the man fucked the girl in the cunt and ass at the same time.

That was only one of many adventures in sex that Avery had had. He was a real piece of work that nineteen year old jock was. He had even fucked his own mother, but that is another story. Now he was fucking little Young Sonia as hard as he could. The little thing was wailing again, throwing her head from side to side in pain as the huge dick plunged into her.

“Oh yeah, I am going to shoot! Beautiful!” Avery kicked out with one big bare foot and sent Cory tumbling onto the floor. He wondered for one nano-second if Cory’s ass would be as tight a fuck. Well, he had plenty of time to find out. As far as Avery was concerned, fucking children was the greatest thrill in the world.

Just as Avery arched his smooth well toned back and pushed his ass globes down so his dick would fuck into the little girl as much as possible as he shot his load, the door to the cabin opened and the two other camp counselors entered.

“Jesus, Avery, we can hear the bitch screaming all over camp. You are going to scare the other children.”

“Holy Christ, she is a good tight fuck! I’m just finishing up for the moment, why don’t one of you dudes stuff her cunt while the other one can fuck her in the ass. I’ll have her clean off my dick with her mouth! This little bitch needs some serious fucking!”

While the other two counselors stripped bare assed and played with their quickly swelling dicks, poor little Young Sonia, or Piggy as she would not be called curled up into a tiny ball on the bed and sobbed. Jizz ran from her ruptured pussy and puddled on the bed. Avery was having a great time. The muscular nineteen year old stud wiped his half hard dick in the puddle of cum and then crawled up to Piggy’s pretty little tear stained face. He rubbed the cock slop all over her nose and cheeks and mouth. Her eyes looked wild and out of focus as if she were in shock. Little Cory stared in awe at the huge hunks of fuckmeat on the other two counselors. Huge slabs of leaking fuckmeat bobbed and swayed as the counselors climbed onto the bed.

“Yeah, dudes. One of you fuck her in the ass while the other one gets sloppy seconds in her pussy. Look how tiny her asshole looks. You guys are gonna feel each others dicks through the membrane separating cunt from asshole.”

“Oh Please, please no, you’ll kill me…” Little Piggy squealed. Avery laughed and rubbed her flat chest, yanking on the budding nipples.

“Honey, we are just getting you ready for what you will be facing for the rest of your life. This is what bitches are for! Cory, get your little boy face over here and lick my balls some more.”

Cory was terrified to refuse the older counselors anything. After all, he was just a little kid. Piggy was screaming now as two dicks impaled her at the same time, a black one and a white one. both were really thick as well as long. The counselors knew they could only get half their pricks into the little cunt, but the asshole was a different matter. You could acutally adjust the intestines to take a whole nine or ten inch dick, even in tots as young as Cory and Young Sonia.

Cory was lapping at Avery’s huge sweaty swinging scrotum. The big dick grew thick and hard again. “Oh yeah, I feel like some little boy cunt, now!”

Cory almost fell off the bed. He tried to crawl away, but he was too tiny. Avery grabbed the little boy with one hand and dragged him back.

“No, please don’t do that to me. Please. I’m a good boy. I do whatever you say. I licked your balls and ass. Please don’t do that to me!”

“Baby, your asshole is so sweet, I just got to feel my dick up it. Besides, I couldn’t fuck Piggy balls deep in the cunt, so I just got to feel a balls deep fuck someplace.”

He flipped the little boy over on the bed. Now both children were squealing in terror. Piggy was double fucked. Her cunt was so stretched it looked grotesque and her asshole was torn a bit and bleeding. Avery spread the little boy’s ass with his large hands. His hands were as large as the ass globes. The tiny pink asshole looked wildly erotic to the nineteen year old counselor. He leaned in and spit a gob onto the rosebud for lube. Then he placed his huge cock knob onto the pucker and pushed. Little Cory had never felt anything so painful in his entire life. He grunted and then wheezed and then screamed a tiny high pitched scream, that got the three counselors laughing. Avery shoved as hard as he could, sending his massive fucker into the little boy’s rectum balls deep. The pulsing veins along the side of the jock’s prick added extra pain to the already stretched to the limit boy asshole. Little Cory saw white and heard buzzing and didn’t know what was happening to him. He felt numb down below, but inside a burning like he was on fire. Avery started to fuck in and out of the boy. On the other end of the bed, the two other muscular

counselors decided to change holes, so one pulled out of the asshole and went into the cunt, while the other took his place. Piggy’s teeth chattered together like she was freezing as tiny rips in her cuntal and anal flesh reacted to the rough fucking.

“Nothing like the first day of camp. And just think, we get to do this all summer, anytime we want to, day or night.” Avery yelled, his sweat dripping off of his chest onto the little boy’s back. He reached down and circled the boys slender waist with one large hand. He hauled the boy up onto his thin knees, so that he could fuck him harder and deeper.

“Holy, shit, you got to try this hole. It is so sweet! Totally awesome. I knew when I saw him standing bare assed in line today, that he would have a perfectly fuckable ass. We are going to turn this little boy in to a first class cunt!” The fucking was too sweet, he couldn’t even form words any more. So he just grunted and fucked the boy harder and harder. Then mid fuck, just for fun, he placed little Cory on top of Piggy.

“You two little sluts tongue kiss while we fuck you!” He screamed at the children. Out of sheer terror, they began to kiss, slopping spit from mouth to mouth.

“Hey, dude,” the counselor in Piggy’s ass said, “How about I shove my shitty dick in her mouth, so she can taste her own shit?”

“Great Idea. And then Cory can kiss her some more.”

The muscular counselor pulled his dick out of the little girl ass. She had been stuffed so thoroughly that her inner ass lining partly pulled out along with the dick. It was obscene.

The dick popped free, bouncing and throbbing, wet and glistening, covered with cuntslime, pre-cum and some streaks of little girl shit.

Avery grabbed the little girl’s head and lifted it. “Here, Piggy, gobble your own shit of the nice fat dick!” The shit streaked prick was forced into the little girl’s mouth.

Avery just loved to make girls eat his shit, so he laughed watching his buddy do the same.

When he dated some sweet young thirteen or fourteen year old cunt, after he got the little slut addicted to his cock, he told her she could not suck on it any more unless she ate his shit. At first the girls would refuse of course. What sweet normal little middle school sweetheart would agree to eat shit, even the shit of a handsome stud like Avery. But soon their need for the taste of his dick would weaken them. It amazed Avery how cock hungry the little sluts became. In order to get his dick, he made the twats eat his shit. He would squat over their faces and drop a nice thick turd right into the little sluts’ mouths. He made them chew the turd and open their mouths and show him. Sometimes he took a shit on a plate and served it to a twat as a meal. There was this one freshman girl in high school, and Avery had made shit sandwiches for her and made her eat them in the cafeteria and all the kids knew and laughed. It was the price she had to pay to get his dick!

I know you are wondering , do little girls need dick that badly. The answer is, yes! Once they get their first taste of cock, they are hooked for life. As soon as the horrible pain of her first fucks wore off, little Piggy would feel the need to suck dick daily. She would hunt out the largest dicks. She would suck the boys at her school, but little boy cock would not satisfy her. She would need huge black and white and latino dicks. Avery and his friends would make sure of that. They would train her to be a perfect little cock slut. She would go through life staring only at the lumps in men’s pants. She would crave dick night and day. She would willingly suck any man of any age who would even smile at her. Her pussy would drip constantly. And all of this while she was still in middle school! Her need would get worse as she got older. By high school, she would be a fucking nympho slut! She would let the entire football team fuck her several times a week.

Avery would also make sure before the summer was out that little Piggy was fucked by dogs and goats and pigs. That way, she would learn to love all dick!!! Avery would teach her that the more she degraded and humiliated herself, the more the boys would like her. She would never wear panties or bra to school. She would remove them as soon as she was out of her parents’ sight. And some of the parents who sent their kids to this camp wanted their daughters and sons turned into sex sluts. Many of them wanted to fuck their own children.

When a dad couldn’t handle the sight of his little son’s sweet little ass cheeks bouncing around the house any more, he sent him to this camp to turn to the boy into a fuckslut.

Whent he boy returned home after camp, he would be home schooled, so that he could be fucked all day every day. Mom might play with her son’s tiny little prick while Dad shoved his fat fucker up the kid’s asshole. Then the little boy would suck his mother’s pussy. He might be kept chained to his bed night and day, just a fuck hole for his parents and their friends.

These were people who loved nothing more than to totally ruin innocence. They hired Avery and his buddies because of their large fuckers and also because they were sadistic jocks who lived to ruin innocent virgin boys and girls.

Avery slammed his hips against the boy’s ass cheeks, his thick dick deep inside the boy’s bowels. Little Cory was sure he could feel the cock bumping against his heart.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, beautiful…beautiful fucking fuck!” Avery yelled. He grabbed Cory’s hair and yanked the kid’s head up and back. His buddy had just shot his load into Piggy’s ditch and had pulled his leaking dripping dick out. Now the stud wiped the cock slop and ass slop and cunt juice all over Cory’s sweet young face.

“How’s that, you fucking little faggot?” The counselor bellowed. And then unable to control himself, he started to piss all over Cory’s pretty little face. The little boy was in shock. This huge stinking dick was pissing all over his face. Piss stung his eyes, ran into his nose and mouth, dripped from his chin.

“I think we should turn this little fuckhole in to the permanent counselor toilet!”

The counselors often kept a boy or girl chained in the main cabin so that during the day, instead of taking a break, they could just piss in the kid’s mouth. The things kids learn at camp. They would make the children serve as shit holes for them. They would take shit’s into the mouths of the boys and girls. Before summer was over, they would have boys and girls lying in a sixty-nine position, sucking shit from each others’ assholes. No act would be too perverse for them to make these children try. The kids would play games where they would pass a counselor’s thick brown turd from mouth to mouth. The girls would have counselor turds shoved up their stretched out pussies, and then the boys would eat them out.

The children would be fist fucked and double fist fucked. The little girls would have fists up their cunts and assholes at the same time. Avery and his pals played rough.

None of these children would ever be the same again. They would be damaged for life. They would know how to service cock!

IT was the second week of Fuck Camp and the little children were quickly learning all they would ever need to know about sex and then some. All of the little girls had been fucked by the counselors and the little boys in the camp. The little boys has also been taught extensive homosexual activity. Many of their tiny penises could not yet shoot or were too small to make any impression on a pussy, but they were still taught how to complete diverse and wondrous sexual acts. Of course the massive pricks of the counselors, not one less than eight and half inches and some as long as a foot or so had truly opened the holes of the little girls and the asses of the little boys. Boys and girls alike were taught the fine art of cocksucking. They were taught how to tongue balls and lick assholes. Avery the head counselor and his mates had the time of their lives teaching the kids the facts of life, first hand.

Today, Avery was working with four little girls. They were pretty little things, with as yet undeveloped breasts and beautiful bald little pussies. They sat naked on a bench facing Avery who was also naked. The girls could not take their sparkling eyes off the massive hunk of fuckmeat that hung between Avery’s legs. His dick was not only long even when flaccid, but as thick as a coke can. The girls were fascinated and a bit frightened because they knew that that dick could really hurt. It could stretch them beyond belief, it could churn up their guts until they could not walk for two or three days after a fucking. Avery was not the best hung counselor, but he was certainly the roughest and most dominant. He sat across from the girls with his strong muscular jock legs spread and his dick hanging down over his massive balls. His balls hung low in the sack and swung with each movement. The girls had all tasted Avery’s balls. They had licked his ball sweat and tongued the nuts in the sack. At nineteen, Avery enjoyed very few things as much as teaching sweet innocent little girls how to lick balls and eat out jock asshole! And he was so fucking handsome, that very few little bitches could resist him. Most fell under his sexual spell and willingly did whatever he wanted. Cunts are like that.

The little girls sat on the long bench facing Avery. they too kept their legs spread so he could stare at their bald little baby cunt slits. Avery knew that before the summer was over, those baby cunts would be so stretched out that the tiny clits would hang like dicks and the pussy lips would be pulled out and hanging like a flower turned inside out. These little twats would know what is was like to take the thick end of a baseball bat up the pussy. They would know what it was like to get fucked by dog dick and goat dick, and pig dick. By the time these little bitches reached middle school, they would be totally fucked up cock sluts, who lived for nothing except dick!

The four little sweethearts sat there naked, legs spread, staring at Avery’s humongous prick. With one hand they toyed with their still totally undeveloped breasts, tugging and twisting their tiny nipples. With the other hand, they played with their pussies. Avery loved to watch very young girls play with their pussies. He loved to watch tiny girls corrupt their own cunts. When he was in high school and would baby sit, he often taught the little girls for whom he sat, how to finger and play with their cunts. He taught them how to rub their clits and shove fingers in and out of their cunts, how to stretch the cunt lips, and how to stimulate their assholes. Now he had a full time job teaching these things. He smiled.

“All right baby bitches, it’s quiz time. Let’s see how much you learned this week. While I quiz you, I want you to keep shoving your fingers in and out of your cunts and keep pulling on your nipples. Janice, you are not pulling hard enough. Stretch that fucking nipple way out! Imagine some guy is chewing on it. Come on you fucking whores, work those fingers in your cunts and get some juice flowing. I want to see cunt juice! ” The little girls were far to young to understand why boys like Avery loved to talk so dirty all the time, but Avery had informed them that guys got off on it, and it was a cunt’s job to help guys get off whenever they wanted. That was a cunt’s main job in life.

“Cunt’s can’t start serving dick too soon. You girls may think you are still young, but you are all cunts! Your mother is a cunt! Your two year old sister is a cunt! You are cunts. Cunts were put on this earth for one thing. To make guys dicks feel good. So I want to see you ramming your fingers in your fuckholes until you get a good juice flowing, while I quiz you.”

The four little girls dutifully finger fucked their tender bald little pussies even harder. The little sweethearts look a bit worse for wear on this second week, because the truth was, they were being fucked all the time. Each girl was fucked five to ten times a day. They also sucked dick almost every hour. And there there were the continual, degrading, perverse sex games. Game like having one little girl kneel with her mouth open and then having five or six boys see who could piss into her mouth from the farthest distance. The girls were taught that these were typical games that boys loved to play with girls from about the seventh or eighth grade on. The were taught never to object, or to refuse a boy in any way.

“Janice, what is the first thing a bitch does after a boy has been nice enough to fuck her cunt or her ass?”

Janice has glassy eyes from finger herself with such fervor. For such a young girl, she was staring at Avery’s massive nineteen year old dick in a rather hungry way.

“After a boy fucks you in the cunt or ass, you must immediately lick his dick clean! It is your first job. You cannot expect a boy to go away with a dirty dick!”

“That’s right, Janice. Everybody knows that bitches are dirty little creatures, and they must try their hardest to keep a boy’s beautiful big cock clean. I’ll bet you bitches didn’t know that that was the main job of cheerleaders in high school. It’s not to cheer. That’s stupid. No, after a really down and dirty football game, the jocks love to have the cheerleaders lick their sweaty dicks and balls and assholes clean. And their stinking armpits. Then after they, they take a shower. All right girls, I want you to team up now. Throw one leg over the bench and face your partner. Now instead of fingering your own cunts, I want you to finger each others’ cunts. I want to see each girl with two fingers up her partner’s cunt! With your other hand pull on your partner’s nipples.” Can you imagine how much young handsome Avery loved watching the baby bitches do this? He was teaching little girls to finger fuck each other! And two fingers up those baby holes! Well, the cunts could take it, after all they had already been fucked by ten to twelve inch dicks numerous times.

‘Piggy, when you are sucking a guys balls, what do you need to be careful of?”

Little Young Sonia, who was probably the most fucked girl in the whole camp was already a fucking mess. She smiled at Avery as she felt her friend’s fingers exploring her cunt and she pumped her own fingers into her friend’s pussy.

“When you suck a guy’s balls, you have to be very careful of the nuts themselves. It’s fun to stuff a nut in each cheek and gently suck, but you must be very careful because the nuts hurt easily.”

“That is right Bitchface, and you other little bitches can learn from Piggy. She is becoming a first class ball sucker. All the counselors agree!

Little Young Sonia beamed. She felt so proud.

“Now come on, girls. i want to see three fingers up those cunts. And don’t let me see you holding back. Really fuck those fingers in hard. And pull on those nipples. We want to see those nipples sticking out two to three inches in a few weeks. Your tits haven’t started to develop yet, so we want to at least see some nice nipple action! COME ON YOU FUCKING HOLES, WORK AT IT!” The little girls worked harder to please their teenage counselor.

“Alice, after you finish sucking off a guy and cleaning his dick, what is it always polite to do?”

“Thank him for the wonderful face fuck and ask him if he would like to take a piss in your mouth!”

“Very good Alice, my my your girls are learning fast. Very good. Remember, after his cum, a guys piss is the absolute most delicious thing in the entire world for a girl to drink. When you girls get a little older and go steady with a guy, you girls should beg him to let you drink all of his piss. Just like a bride drinks all of her husband’s piss, and if he wants, she even eats his shit. They won’t teach you that in regular school, but it’s true. It should be part of your wedding vows, that you not only love and cherish and serve your husband, but willingly drink his piss and eat his shit if he wants. A husband will want to fuck other cunt anyway, and it’s foolish to try to stop him, but he might shit and piss only in your mouth if you are a good wife.

Now girls, I want to see all four fingers in those cunts. Fuck each other’s cunts with your whole hand. really stretch those ball little fuckholes. I want to see your hands going in and out. I know it hurts, just put up with the pain. It hurts when our big dicks fuck you too. That’s part of the fun for us. COME ON YOU FUCKING USELESS TWATS, FUCK EACH OTHER. HARDER! I WANT TO SEE SOME CUNT ACTION HERE!”

The four little girls grunted and moaned as they fucked each others pussies with their hands. Avery had to laugh, they looked so fucking demented, hunched over almost on top of each other, forcing their hands in and out of each others’ vaginas. Their eyes were glazed, and spittle was forming at the corners of their mouths.

Avery the hunky teenage stud, felt his huge dick thump against his thigh. It was erect and pulsing, and from the wide piss hole, pre-fuck dripped. He loved nothing more than corrupting little girls and boys. As he spoke, there was a little boy from the camp tied up naked in Avery’s bunk. The innocent, beautiful, angelic young boy had a three battery flashlight shoved up his asshole. He had one of Avery’s filthy jockstraps shoved in his mouth. He has clothespins clamped on his nipples and tiny dicklet. And when Avery was finished with his lessons with the girls, he intended to whip the boy’s smooth grapefruit sized ass globes bloody with his wide leather belt. As he thought of the boy in bondage, Avery’s dick gave a lurch and pre-fuck sprayed the hand fucking little girls.

“All right Fuckdumps, listen to me. Keep your fingers rammed up those cunts. I don’t want to see them slip out even an inch. Now take your other hand and start to work your fingers up each other’s assholes!” There was some confusion as the girls tried to get their four hands down there at the same time.

“Come on you useless fucking sluts, you can do it. Spread your legs more, accommodate each other. I want to see you fucking each other in the cunts and assholes with your hands!

Twist your bodies around if you have to. Lift your legs. One hand stays in the cunt, the other goes in the asshole. Get all your fingers up those rectums! Open them up for our big fat college boy dicks! You want our big fat college boy dicks, don’t you, you baby slutbags! You dream about our big dicks at night! You drool over our big dicks all day. You would rather suck on our big fat college boy dicks than eat! Well don’t worry. You are going to suck so much college boy dick this summer, your teeth are going to become malformed! You mouths will be changed to be in permanent suck shape! You are going to leave here champion dick suckers! You are going to go back to school and suck the dicks of every fucking boy in your school, but those tiny grade school dicks won’t satisfy you, no, you will need to suck high school and college dick! You will suck your big brothers’ dicks and your fathers’ dicks! You will suck your teachers’ dicks and your ministers’ dicks! Come on, get more fingers up those assholes. Those assholes should be stretched enough by now. Or do you need to sleep with bigger dildos up your assholes at night? FOR SHIT-SAKE ALICE, STOP CRYING AND FINGER FUCK THAT CUNT AND ASSHOLE! IGNORE YOUR OWN PAIN AND CHANNEL ALL YOUR ENERGY INTO FUCKING YOUR PARTNER EVEN HARDER!”

Two other counselors wandered over, naked with erect dicks throbbing and leaking. They started to slap the girls in the face with their dripping dicks. The poor little bitches turned their heads to try to catch the cock heads in their open mouths.

“No, no, you only get dick if you hand fuck each other really hard. I want to see your whole hand up inside your partner’s cunt and asshole!”

Imagine seeing little girls shoving their entire hands up each others’ baby cunts and assholes! It was a beautiful sight. It made Avery so horny, he could stand it no longer. He turned the class over to the other counselors who Immediately started to jerk off over the girls’ faces, and he made his way stiff dicked up to his cabin to fuck the ass of the pale thin little boy who lay tied up on his bed.

Lady Sonia was one of the sweetest of the campers, perhaps because she was so small and her body was as yet totally undeveloped. She just reeked of innocence. Her face was angelic and trusting. She had big blue eyes and a tiny pug nose and full lush lips. She sometimes tied her long beautiful hair back in a pony-tail or even braids. The braids would be good for guys to hold on to when they were fucking her little face. She stood there nervously in her tiny gym shorts and tee shirt. He had no breasts yet so did not need a bra, but her nipple buds did push the front of the tee shirt out. They had been working her nipples for an hour or so every day. She had never known they could be come so sensitive. The counselors pulled and twisted and sucked on and even chewed a bit on her tender tit buds. They told her they were helping to develop them. They even had the little boys in the camp take turns sucking and chewing on them. When Lady Sonia cried that it hurt and she wanted it to stop, they called her a baby and told her she just had to get used to it.

As she stood in the doorway to the cabin, she felt weak in the knees. There seated totally naked in front of her were four camp counselors. The counselors were all muscular jock boys in their late teens or early twenties. The head counselor Avery Flannigan beckoned her closer. The counselors each sat on the edge of their beds with their legs spread wide. Their huge hunks of male fuckmeat hung swinging between their legs. All four counselors had dicks that hung over six inches when flaccid and huge loose hanging nuts. These boys prided themselves in their hunky bodies,hard abs, full pecs, tight dimpled asses, and huge dicks. They sat there leering at little Lady Sonia, with their muscular legs spread wide. Avery had that shit-eating grin he used so often.

“Hi, Lady Sonia. Do you know why you are here?”

“For some special help,” the little girl stammered.

“That’s right, honey. You are such a pretty little bitch, that you are going to have a devil of a time with the boys when you go back to school at the end of the summer. So we want to get you ready…to prepare you. You are going to be so fucking popular with the older boys, you won’t know what to do unless we help you. Now first things first. Take off your clothes.”

Little Lady Sonia tried to will her legs to stop shaking, but she just could not. She was both scared and excited. She stripped off her camp uniform of shorts and tee shirt and stood there in her tiny pink panties. As I said, her chest was still not budding, but the nipples themselves looked puffy and red from all the attention they had been getting. Really sweet!

“Come on, baby, panties too. Starting in fall, you won’t be allowed to wear panties to school anymore. They would get in the way of the boys playing with your pussy. And the boys are going to be playing with you all day. Boys in the sixth and seventh and eighth grade. And then high school boys too, and maybe even some college boys. We’re gong to make sure you are one popular little bitch. Now take down the panties and show us your pretty baby cunt.”

Lady Sonia peeled down her pink panties and the four teenage boys leaned in. They had seen her naked before of course. They kept most of the campers naked half the day. But it was still always a thrill to see a little girl take her panties down and show her bald little pussy. And bald it was. Not a hair yet. If she had been an early bloomer and had some twat hair, the counselors would have made her shave it off anyway. Well, they would have shaved it off for her. Avery felt his thick prick start to swell a bit. He liked to keep it flaccid as long as possible to impress the little cunts even more when it stiffened to it’s over nine inch length and it’s soda can thickness. The cunts were always both terrified and fascinated by his dick. He chuckled as Little Lady Sonia covered her tiny twat with her hands. Old habits are hard to break.

“Now Lady Sonia, what did we teach you yesterday? We taught you that girls must never cover their cunts if boys want to look at them or touch them. They must keep their cunts available to all boys at all times. Hands away, sweetheart, and show us your baby puss!”

Lady Sonia blushed but took her hands away, putting her cunt on display for the four older guys. All four teen jocks smiled. Perfect. Perfect pussy. Perfect young cunt!

“Good girl. Now just reach down for us and with your fingers spread your cunt lips, will you? Let us look up inside your cunt.”

Lady Sonia stood still, petrified with shame and fear.

“Honey, you don’t want to disobey us. Then we have to punish you, and we don’t want to do that. We want to be your special friends. You know your parents told you to obey us in everything. Now be a good little girl and spread your cunt lips for us.” The four jocks were breathing heavily, and there was the distinct smell of male fuck lust in the room. Luch reached down and with her tiny fingers tugged open her puffy pussy lips showing the bright pink inside.

“That a girl. Good girl. But you can open them wider than that. Really pull those cunt lips apart so we can see inside.” She did the best she could.

Lars the blond Nordic counselor spoke up. ” We know you are trying, baby, but you’re just not doing a good enough job. But I’ve got something to help.” He produced a steel object that looked like something a doctor would use. It in fact was.

Avery roared with laughter. “A speculum! Where the fuck did you get that?”

Lars chuckled. ” I got connections, dude. Well, it’s not a real one, like the gyno docs use. I got this from an SM website. But it’s virtually the same. You put these clamps into the cunt and turn the screw and it stretches the twat!

Ten Cent, the negro counselor with the huge muscular body and the freakishly large dick beamed. “Let’s get to it, man!”

They instructed a very scared Lady Sonia to lie down on on Avery’s bed. The sheets were not very clean and parts of them were stiff from cock leak.

“Spread your sweet little legs as wide as you can, baby.” They instructed her.

“Please don’t hurt me…” She whimpered. Were those tears in her eyes? Avery’s dick gave a lurch.

“Baby, sometimes growing up hurts a bit. That’s just the was it is. It’s just like exercising muscles. Sometimes they hurt for a while.” Avery stroked her hair away from her forehead, then reached down and pinched one of her nipples.

Lars placed the cold steel tip of the speculum at her puffy bald pussy slit.

“Jesus, her cunt is still so small. She has been fucked by every boy in the camp, and her twat lips are still not turned out.

“Most of the boys in the camp have pencil dicks and their balls have not fallen yet. You are forgetting how young these shits are.”

“Well, why the fuck haven’t we fucked this bitch yet? That would open her up! What are we saving her for? We fucked every other twat in camp.”

Avery smiled. “Christmas!”

“Christmas? It’s fucking July for Christ’s sake!”

“No, dumbshit, it’s like Christmas. Lady Sonia here is like a Christmas present. She is special. We want to take things slowly. Enjoy them. We want to try different kinds of sexual experiences. Do we just want to slam our dicks into every girl and boy here day in and day out?”

“Sounds pretty good to me…” Ten Cent chuckled.

“Let’s be creative. Now you brought the cunt spreader, and that’s good creative thinking. Let’s get that little cunt opened up so we can get on to her other lessons.”

“Ouch..that hurts…” Lady Sonia squealed as the cold metal object was inserted between her tender pussy lips.

“Honey, I am going to have to push it in five or six inches, so it’s going to be a bit uncomfortable.”

“Only five or six inches? How the fuck will she ever get ready for my fuckmeat?” Ten Cent was distressed.

“Take it easy Bro, she’ll soon be taking all the dick we’ve got.” Avery reached down to hold the little girl who had begun to squirm out of discomfort.

“Here we go, little slut. That is going to feel so good. Little girls love things shoved up their cunts. It’s their favorite game in the whole world.”

“OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD……….” the child wailed as the metal object was shoved up her baby pussy. “Take it out please. it is too big. You’re killing me.”

Avery leaned over and started to spit in the little girl’s face. Sweat from his armpit dripped onto her twisting body. She lay there with the speculum sticking obscenely out of her bald baby pussy. She threw her pretty head from side to side and Avery’s spit ran into her eyes, nose and mouth.

“Jesus, Fuck, I love being a camp counselor!” Avery yelled for everyone to hear. He could not contain his joy.

“Oh, please. please, I can’t take it. It hurts. It’s too big.”

Avery leaned his face real close to Lady Sonia’s. “Too big, you stupid little dipshit slut? We haven’t even started to open it yet! We’re going to stretch your cunt until we can get a baseball bat up there!”

Lars turned the screw and the cunt spreader went to work. Not only the lips but the inner cunt was stretched open. First the sice of a dime, then a quarter, then a fifty cent piece, and then the size of a silver dollar. The screams of the little girl filled the cabin. Jeff. the fourth counselor in the cabin got out a flashlight. He shone the light on the stretched cunt.

“That’s better. Now we can see way up into her cunt. Jesus, it’s all pink and juicy in there.” The four teenage boys leaned in to get a good look up the little girl’s cunt.

Lady Sonia was in total agony. She feared she would pass out. Twice when she began to lose consciousness from pain, Avery slapped her face and spit into it to keep her alert.

“Give it one more twist!”

“I’m afraid the whole fucking cunt will tear! Those cunt lips look ready to rip as it is.”

“Come on Wuss, one more turn!” Jeff goaded Lars.

“Who you calling a wuss?”

“You, if you don’t give it another turn!”

“I’ll show you, Mutherfucker. I’ll give it two!”

“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, please. oh God. oh God, please. It hurts so bad!”

Avery played with the little girl’s nipples. “Just a little more, baby. That’s it. We’re almost done here. Just a little more. You can take it. Show us what a big girl you are.”

Avery had other plans for the speculum as well.

“Lars I need to borrow that thing, tomorrow. I am working on little Bobby Slattery, you know that cute blond boy, and I want to see how wide I can stretch his asshole. I’d love to get him horse fucked by the end of the summer.”

Lars smiled, “I’ll have to charge you a rental fee.”

“Fuck you, man!”

“Jesus, look up into that cunt. It looks like a fucking cave! Hey’ let’s go splunking!”

“No, we have other lessons to teach little Lady Sonia today. We can’t neglect her lessons. Lady Sonia can you please crawl off the bed and kneel on the floor in front of us.”

“Can you take it out? It hurts so bad. Please. I can’t move with it in me.”

“Sure you can. I prefer to keep it in in you. Your cunt needs a good stretching before we fuck you. But today I want to concentrate on your cocksucking technique. So just crawl on off the bed and kneel in front of us. Here, we’ll help you.”

With the speculum stretching her tiny cunt lips obscenely wide, the little girl was forced to awkwardly kneel in front of the four naked jocks. The boys’ dicks were up and hard now from all the cunt stretching fun, and what impressive dicks they were too. Not a one was under nine inches.

If Lady Sonia even turned wrong the pain in her cunt almost caused her to pass out. She screamed out again and again. The guys thought it was really funny.

“Here’s the thing, Lady Sonia. Your cock sucking really stinks. When you get back to school in Fall you are going to be sucking dick every day. You are no longer a baby. The boys in sixth, seventh and eighth grade are going to want their dicks sucked. And it is a bitch’s job to do it! You’ll get a good head start on the other cunts if you are a good cocksucker. You will be the most popular girl in your school, and that is what we want for you. You want to be popular don’t you? Now some stupid cunts think that they should only suck the dicks of one boy…like a steady boyfriend. That is fucking stupid. A cunt should suck any dick from any guy. She should learn to respect and need all cock! She must never ever turn any dude down! that is the biggest sin in the whole fucking world, for a chick to refuse to suck a guys dick or get fucked! A cunt must NEVER EVER SAY NO! Now we want to improve your cocksucking. So, the boys and I are going to sit here in a semi-circle, and we want you to go from dick to dick, licking, kissing and sucking on us. And we will give you constructive criticism.”

Little Lady Sonia knelt there as the boys adjusted their beds so as to sit closer to the cunt’s pretty little face. the fucking dicks hung inches from her lips. They were swollen and dripping with pre-fuck.

“Now the first thing you will notice, Lady Sonia is that our pricks are leaking pretty badly. That is a good sign. It means you turn us on! So that’s a point in your favor. But we are making quite a mess here, so your fist job is to lick all the string of pre-cum from our pissholes. Scoop up all that fucksnot and swallow it.”

Lady Sonia leaned in and caught the long string of Avery’s fuck slime on her little pink tongue. She scooped it up into her mouth and swallowed. It tasted gunky and slimy. She crawled painfully from dick to dick, licking up all the pre-cum.

“Good girl, but smack your lips more to show us how much you love our fucksnot! Make nice cock pig noises. Dudes like that. Guys want their girlfriends to be complete fucking cock pigs! The more dirty and slutty and piggish you act and sound, the more the guy will get tuned on.”

“Look at our big beautiful dicks, Lady Sonia bitch. That is what ever cunt dreams about! Big dicks to suck on and serve. And you, lucky cunt, have got four of them! Remember, Bitch, what hangs between a guy’s legs is the only thing that matters in the whole fucking world.”

Avery laughed. “Lars is right, Lady Sonia. What they teach you in school is bullshit. Girls aren’t supposed to have careers or go to college. Girls are supposed to suck dick! Suck dick and get fucked. That is the only career a cunt needs. That’s why God gave us dicks and you holes! Your job in life is to service Cock! Now give each dick a nice big kiss right on the wet piss hole!”

The little girl kissed the gaping leaking pissholes of the four gigantic lust bloated hunks of fuckmeat. She was learning what life was all about.

“Now go from dick to dick and lick each of them all over, from the root to the tip. Get them all nice and wet and covered with your baby girl spit.”

While the little angel licked Avery’s fat fucker, Ten Cent moved in and started to slap her cheek with his big black prick, leaving pecker tracks on her delicate white skin.

“Please Avery, I can’t think straight. The pain in my pussy is too much. Please….”

“Just shut the fuck up and concentrate on your cock licking, or we will give the cunt stretcher another twist! That’s it, baby. Lick all over that dick. Dick licking little grade school Cunt! Oh yah, now go to the next dick. Gobble that dick. Show us how hungry you are for cock! Fucking cunts your age are always hungry for cock! Can’t get enough of it, can you? The little pricks of the underdeveloped boys in your school can’t satisfy you hungry twats anymore, can they? You need thick fat high school and college dick! Well, don’t you worry. We are going to take some nice pics of you sucking our dicks, and then we are going to make little cards with your photo on and the words, “I am a slut, please let me suck your dick and fuck my cunt and asshole!” And we are going to make sure every single boy in your school in grades six, seven and eight gets one. And we are also going to pass them out in the high school next to your school. You are going to be one popular baby slut!”

While she licked Ten Cent’s big black dick, Lars and Jeff held their leaking pricks over her face, so their pre-cum ran down over her forehead, eyes, nose and mouth. It dripped from her chin.

After she had licked all four dicks, she was told to start again and this time suck the dicks.

“Now, here is where you have been slacking off, Bitch. While your lips suck the dick, your tongue should be massaging the underside of the prick. Remember your job is to make us feel good! To make our dicks feel good! Work that dick in your mouth. make sure you get cock slop in every corner of your mouth, up in your gums, under your tongue… get some prick hair in between your teeth. You FUCKING BICH, SUCK OUR DICKS! By the end of today, we want to be able to get two dick heads in your mouth at the same time. Suck our dicks way down. Let our dicks fuck down into your fucking useless throat.Oh fuck, fellas, this bitch has a tight fucking throat! It’s like a fucking velvet glove. Holy fucking shit! Suck me you Twat. You fucking Cum Dump! Suck my dick. Suck my dick! At school, you will be sucking ten to twenty dicks a day, every fucking day! We’re going to make sure the boys know what you are for. We follow up on our camp kids to make sure they apply what they learned at camp!

“Hey, isn’t this the bitch who always carries that fucking barbie doll around with her? I’ll bet we could shove that Barbie Doll right up her cunt and make her walk around like that!”

“And we’ll shove another one up her asshole! Maybe a Ken Doll!”

“I don’t think, Barbie is fucking Ken any more. I think there is some new doll! Get with it, man!”

The four muscular jocks were not rubbing their leaking dicks all over the face of the hysterical little girl. She went from dick to dick, sucking and licking. Her face was covered with cock leak.

“The balls, don’t forget to lick our balls, Bitch!” The little girl transferred her mouth and tongue to the hairy swinging fuck sacks of the jocks. The guys stood around her now, jerking on their own dicks, cock slop pouring onto her face as she licked the sweaty scrotums and tongue the nuts in the fleshy bags.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it Hole? That is what you fucking want. Oh yeah, she loves to lick nuts! She loves to suck a guy’s eggs! I’ll bet she is a first class ass sucker too!”

“Well, we’re going to find out. We got the whole fucking day to play! Are you happy, Lady Sonia?”

Avery and Lars sat on the steps of the cabin watching little blond Bobby Slattery in the dirt in front of them. Both Avery and Lars were bare assed naked. Their huge flaccid dicks hung over low loose balls between their strong muscular teenage thighs. It was difficult to understand how jocks like Avery and Lars were able to function with dicks that big and thick. They must be aware of the hunks of fuckmeat hanging between their legs all the time. Most guys are not constantly aware of their pricks, but guys like Avery and Lars must always feel those fleshy clubs swinging down there. No wonder they were in a constant state of fucklust. The cockheads alone were the thickness of the bottom of a beer bottle. And by this time, Mid-Summer, most of the little girls and boys had been fucked by those humongous tools. Avery and Lars and the other counselors at what they called “Fuck Camp” loved to abuse children. They love to make them hurt and to turn them from innocent little kids into mindless fuck sluts. Bobby Slattery had resisted. Sure he had done what he had to, but he showed no real enthusiasm for getting ass fucked or for fucking the little girls. He never joined in the piss games or any of the other activities that the counselors had arranged for the kids. Bobby Slatter resisted being a pre-teen fuck pig.

Avery had tried. He had talk endlessly to Bobby about the fact that grown up boys fuck all the time. He pointed out to the kid that the most important thing in life was sex and fuck games. He showed the boy how much fun it was to stick your dick into the pussy and asshole of some screaming little girl. He had tried his damnedest to get Bobby to respect his magnificent eleven inch hunk of counselor cock. While other little girls and boys were licking Avery’s dick and fucksack, hungrily lapping at his sweaty bag and throbbing fucker, Bobby would hang around the sidelines and just watch.

That is why Bobby was currently bare assed naked and writhing in the dirt. It was a cute site. The little blond boy squirmed in agony. His thin little undeveloped body twisted in pain as he threw himself first on to his belly and then onto his back, trying to relieve the torment. His pretty little face was screwed up in pain, and snot ran from his nose as tears poured from his eyes.

“It’s you own fault, Bobby, you just don’t know how to respect a guy’s dick! We are adults, counselors here to help you, and you should show us the proper respect.”

Lars stretched, so one hairy armpit showed. God, those teenage counselors were handsome hunks. Avery spread his strong legs wider, curled his big toes and reached down to scratch one lemon sized nut.

“All the other kids show us respect, Bobby. Why are you holding out?”

Poor little Bobby could hardly hear them. All he could focus on was the burning, tearing pain in his tiny asshole. Well not so tiny any more. There was a metal cunt spreader, a speculum shoved up his baby ass and forcing the rectum open to an alarming degree. If one looked closely, one cold see the pink pure inside of Bobby’s inner ass canal. His tiny boy asshole was stretched open like a whore’s cunt! The pain was so great that he had passed out twice. Avery had casually strolled over and stood over the unconscious boy and let his big teenage counselor dick twitch, and a shower of piss had cascaded down on the kid to wake him up. Twice Bobby had been roused from blissful unconsciousness by being splattered with stinking piss, much of it hitting his pretty little face and full lipped little boy mouth. This was not a good day for Bobby Slattery.

“You just don’t join in. The other day when all the boys were told to gang fuck little Lady Sonia. They all plowed her balls deep and really had a good time. You hardly participated at all. I know your little dic hasn’t developed yet and your balls have not fallen, but that is no reason to not join in. You do want to reach puberty soon, don’t you. Fucking little girl cunt is going to help you. The other day Ten Cent (who was the black counselor) very nicely asked you to lick and suck his asshole while he was fucking one of the little girls. And you refused. Are you racially prejudiced, Bobby? Why would you refuse to suck his asshole after all he has done for you?”

Bobby had resisted. It wasn’t just that he was shy. He felt that what was taught them at this strange perverted camp was somehow evil. He didn’t want to be a part of it. But now he had no choice. He lay in the dirt, wet with piss, screaming until his little boy birdlike voice was hoarse, his asshole stretched to unbelievable proportions by the speculum.

“All you have to do, Bobby, is crawl over here and show us some respect, and we will remove the cunt stretcher from your hole. This hurts us as much as it hurts you. We don’t like to see our little friends in pain.” This was not strictly true. They loved to see the little kids tortured. They loved to see them brutally fucked and sodomized and turned into sex animals before they reached sixth or seventh grade.

“My dad will… my dad will….” Bobby screamed as he rolled in the dust.

“Your dad will do nothing. Stupid Asshole. Your Dad is the one who sent you here. He want’s you trained. He has been wanting to get his dick up your little ass since you were six! How fucking stupid are you anyway?” Sometimes Avery lost patience with the kids. He knew he had to work on those skills.

“Now crawl on over here and show us some respect.”

Finally, the little boy struggled to his hands and knees. His sweet face was covered with dust and dirt. His beautiful mouth hung open in a slack way, his darling pink tongue licking at his dry lips. With each move, waves of pain shot through his little body. His tiny toes curled, his slender hairless legs twitched, his baby ass rode high with the ugly metal tool sticking up like some kind of tail. Between his legs, his tiny pricklet bobbed and quivered, all pink and pert.

“That a boy. The sooner you do this, the sooner this horrible experience will be over and we can get back to the fun.”

“Hey, Avery, what’s on the schedule this afternoon?”

“We are taking some of the little girls and boys over to the barn to teach them how to suck horse dick.”

lars lit up. “Fuck! Today? No way man. How could I have forgotten. It’s just about my favorite day all Summer. I love to watch the mouths of those sweet little sluts stretched to tearing around huge hunks of horse cock! I love watching them screaming and crying that they can’t take it. And when the horses unload and fill them with cum, shit it’s like a fucking fire hose has been turned on.”

Bobby was at the bottom of the cabin steps now, looking up at the two teenage counselors. His face was so angelic and so innocent, that Avery’s fat dick gave a lurch.

“All right, Bobby, start with me. You know what to do.”

Slowly Bobby nodded. He understood. He opened his little boy mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned up and let his baby tongue swipe along the soft skin of Avery’s huge dickhead. He bathed the fat fuckhead in his little boy spit. He licked the wide pisshole. It was an awesome dick indeed. Most of the kids had never seen an adult dick before this summer, and many of them would never see a dick this large and beautiful again.

Avery knew his dick was special. He knew it from the way the high school sluts fought over it. And with the little kids…well shit, it was easy to turn them into dick sluts.

Bobby licked the dick so it swung back and forth with each swipe of his tongue.

“There you go, Bobby. That’s my man! doesn’t that taste good. Doesn’t that cuntfucker taste delicious? Your daddy wants you trained as a dicksucker, Bobby. Even though his dick is not as big and fat as mine, he has a nice hunk of meat on him, and he wants you to be able to suck it with expertise! so you are gong to have to practice real hard all the rest of the time you are here. Your daddy wants you turned into a faggot dick slut! Lick up and down my whole cock, Bobby. Get all the flavor from those tasty folds of dick skin. Your whole life is going to be filled with dick Bobby, from now on. Your dad intends to turn you into a cocksucking whore for a private sex club he belongs to. You are going to be sucking cock and getting ass fucked all day and night. He is pulling you from school, so that you will do nothing but suck dick and get your baby boy cunt stuffed, all the time. After Summer Camp is over, a friend of your dad’s, dale10, is going to train you to be a perfect little slave. How many boys are that lucky? Lick that dick Bobby. Make the big fat dick swing with your tongue. Look it’s leaking. Scoop up that cockleak, Bobby. Isn’t that delicious? That a boy! see, you can be a good boy. Now scoot down and lap my balls like a little animal, will you. Lift those sweaty salty nuts on your tongue and suck on the scrotum sack. Very gently. Always be very gentle with a dude’s nuts! Oh yeah. What a sweet fucking little whore you are gong to make. Lick my nuts, Bobby. Lick my big stinking balls!”

“Look at that little Asswipe lick. He is getting the hang of it now.” Lars said, playing with his own fat dick which was growing longer and thicker.

“Puh-ease. Please take it out of my ass, now!” Bobby moaned.

“Get your mouth back on my nuts. We take the speculum out, after you finish showing respect to our dicks!”

Bobby went back to his ball licking. The fat heavy scrotum was soon covered with little boy spit.

“Okay, Bobby, now suck dick!”

Avery could think of very few things in life he enjoyed more than getting his dick sucked by a little boy or girl. Their mouths were so fucking soft. bobby got the still growing pecker head in his mouth and sucked.

“Use your tongue on the bottom of the dick as you suck the head. Now slowly slide more and more dick into your mouth. You have such a cute little face. Your face looks so damned cute stuffed with cock! Oh man, Bobby. That-a-wayl Apply sucking, boy! Come on, you can get more dick than that in your mouth. Use your little hands to hold and fondle my balls while you suck. Roll my nuts in your hands while you suck. Now shove as much dick as you can in your mouth, then pull back until just the head is in your mouth. Then go up and down that way. Bob your cute little blond head onto my big fucking leaking prick! Jesus Christ, you see Lars what a little persuasion can do. He is getting good. Wait until you feel his face cunt on your dick!”

To teenage thugs like Avery, little boys and girls didn’t have faces. They had “FACECUNTS.” Just more places to stick their needy dicks. Avery often felt that he was some kind of sex freak. A male nympho or something. He wanted to fuck all the time. When he told some proud mom at the mall what cute kids she had, inside he was thinking how sweet it would be to fuck the shit out of the kids. To hear them squeal as they were stuffed with eleven inches of fucker! “Oh what a cute baby, you have, Mrs. Johnson!” And in his mind, thinking he would love to replace the baby bottle with his swollen leaking cockhead. Avery fucked them all. Teenagers, adults, kids, anyone one and everyone was a potential hole for his prick.

Bobby was slightly choking now. His mouth was filled with counselor dick and he barely had half the cock in. He was trying his hardest to get more cock into his mouth, but the damned thing kept growing longer and thicker. And it was leaking so badly the boys throat was getting clogged with pre-fuck.

“Bobby, you can do better than that. Do you want me to give the speculum another twist? Do you want your asscunt stretched even more? Come on now, relax your throat and take me balls deep! If little Marcy and Lady Sonia can do it, so can you.”

The boy grunted and pushed. Avery held the back of the boy’s blond head as he shoved more and more dick into the kid. The boy was impaled on dick!

“The entire purpose of this to to make my dick feel good. To show it respect. So come on, use your throat muscles and tongue to massage my fuckmeat.”

“Jesus, hurry up, will you. I gotta blow a load. I’m going to grab one of the other kids pretty soon.” Lars complained, a long string of fuckslime drooling from his fat dickhead down into the dust.

“You hear Lars, Bobby? He needs some respect too. He needs a good dick suck. Suck my dick, Bobby. Suck my dick as hard as you can. Drain my fat nuts of their baby batter. Come on, you fucking little cockslut. Show me what you can do.”

Avery was not very patient. He needed to work on those skills. He grabbed the little boy by the ears and began to brutally fuck his face. Bobby’s nose was pressed into the jock’s public hair, and he could feel the fat low slung balls slapping against his chin and neck.

“Oh yeah, Bobby. That a way. Your face feels just like a cunt. Like a warm wet baby’s cunt! Suck, you mutherfucking piece of shit! Suck the batter from my bags. Respect my fucking Dick!”

The little boy was choking on cock. His face was turning purple. His eyes rolled up in his head. But Avery was unloading now…dumping his fuckslop down the little boy’s throat. Rope after rope of fucking cum coated the kid’s gullet.

“OH FUCK! SHIT. THAT IS IS. THAT IS IT. FUCKING SHIT, SWALLOW MY CUM. SWALLOW MY FUCKING JIZZ YOU LITTLE FAGGOT HOMO COCKSUCKER. OHFUCKING JESUS, HAS THIS BOYTWAT GOT A TIGHT THROAT. IT’S LIKE THE ASSHOLE OF A SIX YEAR OLD. OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD.”

At last the sound of balls slapping little boy skin ceased. The dick in Bobby’s mouth grew slightly smaller as it folded back into it’s wrinkles. The big dickhead dripped a few last bubbles of cum, coating the boy’s lips as Avery pulled out. At last Bobby could breath again. He came back around to his senses. The fat hunk of jock fuckmeat swing in front of his face, strings of fuckslime hanging from the pisslips.

“Clean it!” Avery said, leaning back on his elbows.

The little boy licked the dick again, this time to clean it of fuck residue. He knew he mustn’t ever waste any precious dick fluids. He knew that from when the counselors jerked off into their food, telling them their spooge contained important vitamins.

Bobby’s breathing returned to normal. He once again felt the terrible pain in his stretched out asshole. He looked up at Avery with pleading little boy eyes.

“All right. Crawl on over and show Lars some respect. Show his big fat leaking dick some respect!”

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Tired after a long day of school, Lady Sonia returned to her rented apartment facing a pile of homework, a sink of dishes and a night of boring television. The college lifestyle seemed so easy and free from high school – freedom, partying, a future. Now, it just seemed like work.

Single, with a few friends and a student income, Lady Sonia pondered. Was this really all it was supposed to be?

Slim, with short brunette hair and an average body, Lady Sonia never considered herself extraordinary – just average. Which suited her fine. With the other girls off partying, dancing, drinking…. getting into dangerous situations and trouble, Lady Sonia was quite happy to stay at home and relax.

Tonight, however, she needed something different. She thought about calling home – no, she did that all the time, and talking to her parents and her brother had just become routine. Internet chat was just too much – guys trolling for partners, girls dangling availability…. or just people i the mood to fight and mouth off. Flipping through her notes, Lady Sonia saw a phone number…. from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test.

David.

Dave, actually. He preferred Dave. Sweet, charming, easy-going….. seemed like a good guy. Had a good handle on the class material – always happy to talk, even to the shy Lady Sonia. He lived at home, and had a car, so if she called him….. he might even be able to come over…..

Lady Sonia`s hands trembled at the thought. She`d been with a few guys as boyfriends before, even had a little sex, but nothing in the past year or so. She was always nervous, anxious…. worried that a man would judge her based on her 36B breasts or the width of her hips. She always told herself that she had nothing to worry about, but the thoughts crept in anyway.

Before she even realized what she was doing, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?” It was Dave.

In a few moments, the plans were set. Notes, studying, 8:00. Her place.

!!!! Went the thoughts in Lady Sonia`s head. The place was a disaster! But she had almost 4 hours to make it presentable. With that kind of time, she set off to make it clean and ready for Dsave`s arrival, all the while wondering….. does he like me enough to hang out? Or is he just coming to help with studying?

The doorbell chimed at promptly 8, and Dave came in and sat down. 2 hours of studying, a bag of chips and 2 cans of cola passed in a blur for Lady Sonia, who knew – she wanted to feel a closeness with him, it was so nice to have someone here – but how to express it?

Finally, she just said it – “Dave, what do you think about me?” Shocked that the words came out of her mouth, Lady Sonia suddenly saw a grin across his face.

“Lady Sonia, you`re a great girl. Smart, funny, happy, not full of drama….. honest, and to be hinest with you – very cute. Whether you believe it about yourself or not.”

Stunned, but feeling warm and happy inside, Lady Sonia moved to the couch to sit with Dave, and she sat down beside him….. and they came together in a passionate kiss.

Lady Sonia could feel the heat build inside her, she wanted more from this man….. but she was afraid. Afraid he`d go too far, afraid he would brand her as a slut if it was too easy, afraid to lose him if she moved too fast or slow. Her brain flooded and overspilled with emotions.

They discussed past relationships. Dave, 4 girlfriends – sex with two, but they both had plans to be with big, hulky rich guys. Lady Sonia, 3 boyfriends – sex with the last one, who was her longest at 5 months. He had not been much – a little foreplay, a few strokes inside her until he came, and then he was done. Rather unfulfilling.

“Lady Sonia”, Dave said, “How about I show you an experience like no other? I guarantee you will find out what it is like to climax, perhaps multiple times. You may even discover something about yourself you didn`t know.”

Lady Sonia`s heart pounded. How do you turn down an offer like that? Is it too soon? Am I ready for that kind of thing?

It was an easy decision. Her trust for Dave was great, having known him for this school year plus the one before.

“What did you have in mind, Dave?” Lady Sonia asked sweetly.

Standing in her bedroom, Lady Sonia began to feel hot as Dave explained. “The safeword is orange, I will immediately stop and we will make sure you are ok. Don`t be afraid to use it if you are uncomfortable.”

Lady Sonia nodded. That was easy.

Dave explained as he gathered some scarves. “Bondage is a different kind of experience. It can be rough, it can be gentle, it can be painful. But done right, it always has pleasure.. ”

Bondage? Lady Sonia`s heart pounded. Her head swam.

“I really want to try this, and Dave…. he`s so cute and fun…..”

Lady Sonia decided to go for it, but with a condition.

“Dave, I have one limit.”

“Go on,” he answered.

“No sex.”

“No sex?”

“I`m paranoid about being pregnant, and I don`t want to risk it…. and I don`t know if I`m ready, and….” Lady Sonia began to stammer out some words, but a simple shush and smile from Dave stopped her.

“No sex, is no problem.”

“Really?”

“Really. I will make you happy and climax in other ways.”

Wow. Lady Sonia was floored. Climax? And he wasn`t insisting on sex?

“Lady Sonia?” Came Dave`s voice.

“Yes?”

“Please take off your shirt.”

Her heart pounded as Lady Sonia pulled her t-shirt over her head to expose her lacy blue bra.Dave`s eyes lit up in approval.

“Nervous?” Came his voice.

“A little. But I know I shouldn`t be”… Lady Sonia answered, as she tried to calm herself.

“Bra too?”

Lady Sonia easily reached around back, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were exposed, perky and ready, for Dave to see. Her nipples were already hard with the anticipation.

“Very nice”, Dave said, as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside.

Lady Sonia blushed, as she saw the pile of her scarves and bathrobe straps, waiting for her. Was she really going to let this man tie her up?

“Pants too, Lady Sonia….. if you`re ok with that…. it`s a lot easier before I start on you…”

Her head racing, Lady Sonia undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. She was now standing in just her black panties, which covered her trimmed pussy hair, and her bum.

“Do you prefer the bed or the floor?”

“Floor”, Lady Sonia answered, knowing the carpet was soft, and gave more room.

Dave helped her to kneel, and gently took her hands in his, guiding them behind her back. She breathed deeply, trying to relax as her hands were fastened together behind her, with a soft scarf. It was an odd feeling, but surprisingly comfortable…. and she relaxed, knowing that Dave would take good care of her.

From behind, she jumped as Dave reached from behind her, and began to tease her nipples, while at the same time teasing her neck with his tounge. Lady Sonia moaned in awe, as she never realized how sensitive she was at her neck.

Dave came around the front of her, and dropped his pants, leaving him just his boxers. Lady Sonia could see a hard-on within, but she wondered – why would he agree to no sex?

Her question was put on hold as Dave grabbed another scarf and retreated behind her again, this time taking her elbows and working them together. Although she couldn`t touch them, she as close…. and she felt the scarf tighten around them. Looking down, she saw her breasts standing out further, and realized she liked the effect.

“Is that ok?” came Dave`s voice.

“Just fine” Lady Sonia answered. She wasn`t in any pain, and it felt good to have her breasts standing proud, and she hoped it impressed Dave.

It must have. He went to work on her sensitive nipples, and neck…. and back, as she found out….. his touch was like magic, and before long her pussy was very warm, and wet.

Her moans surprised even her, as she found them getting louder and longer….. and without warning, she felt Dave`s hands track south…. to the waistband of her panties…..

His hand slipped effortlessly inside, and found her clit….

Just a few touches, and she was practically humping his hand at this point….

“Ohhhh, please…. ohhh god, it feels so good…….”

Lady Sonia was in heaven, and she knew she couldn`t hold out much longer…… and then,…..

She came.

Hard.

She thought she might have wet herself, but it was just the juice from her pussy.

Dave stood, and walked over to the bed for more scarves.

Once Lady Sonia`s breathing had returned to normal, Dave stood in front of her.

“Did you like that?”

“Uh-huh” was the reply.

“More?”

Lady Sonia`s head spun. There could be more?

Lady Sonia`s adventure, Part 2

Dave stood in front of Lady Sonia, knowing she needed a deeper and more explosive orgasm. Lady Sonia knelt, hands behind her back, knowing she was in for a ride like she had never experienced before.

“How did that feel, Lady Sonia?” Asked Dave…

“OH my god, sooo good…” came the reply….

“Are you ready for more bondage?”

“Please….” Lady Sonia moaned. More bondage? How could he add to this?

Dave walked to her dresser, and pointed.

“Where do you keep your panties?”

Lady Sonia was quiet a second. Panties? What did he want with those?

“top drawer, left side”…. she replied.

Dave opened the drawer and selected a white thong, before he walked back to her.

He planted a hot kiss on her lips, and then spoke, almost in a whisper, inches from her face.

“Before we go any further, I think we need to gag you. Not only for the helplessness factor, but because if you cum like that again, you are going to have the neighbours calling the cops.”

Lady Sonia`s mind raced. Gag? That sounded evil. Kidnapper evil.

Dave smiled a reassuring smile. “If you are ok with this, it won`t hurt. IF you hum the opening to O Canada or the Star-Spangled Banner, I`ll stop immediately.”

It felt safe. But soo scary….

“Ok. Do it.” Lady Sonia said.

Her boldness surprised even herself, as she opened her mouth to accept her panties inside. Dave tied a knot in the middle of a scarf, and wound that around her head to hold the panties inside so she didn`t spit them back out.

Lady Sonia moved her head and tested her new mouth packing material. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. She felt safe in Dave`s presence, and ready for his next touch.

More to the nipples, and more kisses and licks to her neck, brought Lady Sonia to damp again. Her pussy was hot, and wet…. she wanted desperately to feel that rush…..

Her screams were muffled nicely behind her gag. She felt herself screaming louder and harder, trying to express her delight at his touch, but it all came out muted and restrained.

She knew she had to cum again. But he was being gentle… almost taking her close and then slowing down….. he was! He was teasing her! But it felt soooo good…

Then, he stopped.

She felt his head slide around hers, amd look at her. She turned to look him in the eye.

“Remember,” he said, “O Canada or the Star Spangled Banner….”

And then he came round front, and spread her knees slightly for her.

Now Lady Sonia was kneeling, slightly spread, and the cool air on her pussy was remarkable.

But where did Dave go?

She felt him lay down behind her, then suddenly, his head was behind her, between her legs….. and working his way up…. and, oh…. was he…?

He stopped with his jaw under her pussy. Despite the scarf wrapped around her face, she could see the hair on his head…… she wondered…. what was he doing?

Her black panties were slid aside, just gently…

Lady Sonia had never had a man go down on her, or anyone for that matter. Wait, she was above him…… bound and gagged…. was he going up on her? How does this work?

Lady Sonia shot to attention as his tounge touched her clit. It was like being struck by lightning!

Dave worked her clit, and Lady Sonia, powerless to resist the tounge inside her, felt another orgasm building…. and then it happened…

She came hard, fighting her bonds and screaming into her gag, feeling like fireworks were going off in her brain.

Dave slipped out from under her and slid a finger inside her drenched pussy… and began to finger her more….

Another orgasm built, and quickly exploded.

Was that a 3rd? Lady Sonia was losing count as she rode Dave`s fingers….. it felt so good, so very very good….

And kind of slutty, to have a man fingering her while all tied up….. but she couldn`t do anything to fight it….. god, just couldn`t stop……

She heard Dave say something aobut giving her a big ending, with a slutty finish……. he asked if that was ok, and she just nodded….. she didn`t care, as long as it felt this good…….

God, she would love a slutty finish…… she was starting to feel like a real slut…. bound, gagged…. she needed to feel truly slutty and dirty…

Dave knelt in front of her, and put his hand inside her panties again… oohh, Lady Sonia moaned, it felt good, just what she needed…. she noticed him take his cock in his other hand, and begin to stroke….

She was almost ready to cum….. it was close, just about there…… ohhhhh, yeah, right there….

Just as she began to climax…. she felt the first hot spot hit her…. then more….. as she realized he was cumming on her, she climaxed even harder……

It felt really slutty and dirty, but Lady Sonia didn`t care… she was enjoying her orgasm….. she felt a load of cum hit her on the chest, to go with the other load on her breasts…… ohhh, it felt good…
she never thought she would like the feeling, but she did…. ohhh, so dirty…

Dave stopped pumping and withdrew his fingers from her wet pussy. She knelt, spent, and covered in cum, reveling in the feeling…

He quickly fetched a towel and wiped her off, making sure to catch every drop.

Lady Sonia`s heart was pounding. She was now truly slutty, still gagged, still bound tightly, she had climaxed at least 5 times, she wanted more, and she was still feeling the warmth from the cum that was just wiped off of her.

It didn`t take Dave long to oblige.

He was behind her, pressed against her, and his hands were on her tits. Oh, god did she need hands on her tits….

He played with her nipples…. teased her…… ran his hands on her stomach and hips…. caressed her whole body from the waist up….. but she needed more.

She needed the ultimate release.

But she knew she couldn`t have him in her pussy.

She felt his hands slide her panties down at the back.. exposing her bum…..

His left hand wrapped around and touched her clit….. and slid a finger into her pussy….

Oh god, that touch….. felt soooo good…..

His other hand was playing in her panties.

Why is his other hand there? Lady Sonia wondered…

She felt him move… almost like he was rubbing his cock again….

Then she felt his other hand spread her bum cheeks.

He wouldn`t!

Lady Sonia`s mind raced…. not there! No, no, no…. never there!

Lady Sonia`s mind raced. She had plenty of fantasies, but not there! Oh please, she couldn`t…. wouldn`t…. but that finger in her pusssy…. ohhh, so good….

It really did feel great, and she was lost and swimming in her own mind…

Her brain was about to send the signal to stat humming, o canada, star spangled banner, anything..! but it stopped…

That hand in her pussy….. sooo good…

Then she felt his cock on her bum…..

Edging toward the one place she allways thought she would said no to….

And he must have lubed it a bit with her pussy juice, because it slid in.

He didn`t force it, it just went in very gently…. and he let her adjust to it, all the while feeling the steady pulse of his fingers in her pussy…

Lady Sonia screamed into her gag….. she could feel another wave of orgasm coming on, but this was different…. this one felt like it would be big…..

She felt his cock inside her bum…. start to move in and out…… ohhh god, it kinda hurt but it felt great….

Lady Sonia felt herself wind up, and then she knew….

Her head exploded in a wave of orgasm and fireworks, as she came harder than she ever thought it was possible….. the cock in her bum reminded her of how slutty and dirty this was….

She felt a hot load explode into her as Dave came himself…. and she began to cum again…

Lady Sonia quivered, and came hard into her panties.

Dave withdrew, and untied her hands and elbows.

SHe removed her own gag, and turned to kiss him.

“That,” she said, “was absolutely incredible. I came at least 10 times.”

“And, I didn`t know I could like bondage this much”…

Dave looked at her.

“This, Lady Sonia”, he said and smiled, “Is just a beginning.”

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