Sabrina upside down

Sabrina Upside Down

* <i> note: this story is pure fantasy based on my gf's ask.  Real sexual violence against a woman is digusting and does not result in her smiling at the end </i>

Sabrina shook her head and came slowly to her senses.  She looked up, saw the dusty concrete floor and realized she was hanging upside down.  Her arms were stretched towards the floor, with her wrists chained to pulleys hanging from curtain tracks. She craned her head to look up over her huge breasts, which for some reason were covered with pieces of torn clear packing tape that went around her back.  Bree saw her legs were spread impossibly wide, with her delicate ankles chained to iron hooks hanging from a heavy-duty ceiling track about 8 feet in from the curtain tracks. Studio lights shined directly brightly into her eyes and blinded her. Stretched diagonally into a leaning Y, the nude girl thought she was having a bizarre nightmare.

The pain and smells, however, let Bree know that she was not dreaming. Her vagina throbbed and her rear end burned, and she had a nasty taste in her mouth. Her skin was on fire and smelled of smoke with most of her tan curvy body covered with red welts, tiny black marks, and white goo. Gobs of sticky white stuff heaped on her breasts like snow on the Himalayas. It rolled down her neck and over the cliff of her chin onto her cheeks. She sniffed and realized her face was covered too and the sticky goo was all through her hair. Her face burned as if she had been crying all night.

"Sleeping Beauty is waking up," Bree heard a thickly accented voice say.

“The shine is wearing off,” said a voice like Clint Eastwood's.

“It’s probably the blood rushing to her head,” said an older man’s voice.

“Yeah, and she's coming to,” said a black sounding voice.

Bree turned her head slowly around and through her goo covered eyes, she could make out the lower halves of the endless gang of men surrounding her, though the studio lights made it impossible to see their faces. Their legs were hairy, fat, skinny, black, tan, white, and at least one covered in frightening tattoos.

She was shocked that she could see all their penises. They were long, fat, skinny and short, circumcised and not, with testicles that were big and hairy.  One of the penises was even tattooed and another was pierced with a rod. All of them were growing and  seemed to point right at her. She had never really seen even a single penis up close before, and now there were too many to count.  A chill came over her, as she couldn't remember anything after she sat in the car and stared into this building yesterday.  Why couldn't she remember?

She could almost make out the faces of two of the gang. One was an older gentleman who sat bare against the wall gripping the chains holding her with his long penis visible between his bent legs. Kneeling near him was a massive black man who pointed a camera at her. They both had the biggest penises that she could imagine.

Behind all of the men was a glass wall, through which could see the rooftops of Sunset Blvd and what she seemed to recall was Echo Park. The morning sun was low in the sky and shining right into the loft. Anybody high enough could see in, though here in LA, they’d probably think it was just another movie shoot.

Though she barely knew where she was, Bree knew she was trapped in plain sight and that no one outside would help. She started to shake and tried to scream.  But she just gagged on the phlegm in her throat. 

The gang of men laughed even harder.

“She looks thirsty,” said a white guy with tattoos..

“Let’s give her something to drink,” they said together.

Good, she needed some water.  Bree also needed to find her friend. Where was Madeleine?   Was she in the loft with her or were they holding her somewhere else? Did she get away or was she dead?

“Maddy, Maddy, Maddy!” she weakly cried out as the men started urinating into her open mouth.

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THRIFT SHOPPING (THE DAY BEFORE)

Madeleine and Sabrina were enjoying a Saturday shopping trip through the thrift stores and fashion discount outlets of sunny Westside LA.  As an aspiring model and actress, Maddy was always on the lookout for the right looks to win her more callbacks. She had to do it on the cheap though since she had not had much work lately and her father was threatening to cut her off. She told herself it was because her mix of Balinese and Dutch beauty was an acquired taste, and that it was just a matter of getting the right break.

Sabrina, aka Bree, was an old friend of Maddy's from USC. They met when Sabrina was running a campus ministry. Though Bree could be a bit judgmental about Maddy's work, she was a great friend to have.

Unlike Maddy, who dropped out of school to pursue her career, Bree had once been a high achiever. She was a top recruiter for the church, though its demands on her interfered with school. She had just barely qualified to get into the pricey USC Keck School of Medicine. She didn't have time for anything else so she turned down every guy who made a move on her.

Bree was a down to earth friend who grounded Maddy and helped keep her from getting caught up in the flashy parts of Hollywood, though sometimes Maddy wondered if Bree’s prudishness held her back.

THE BIG BREAK

As they turned onto Melrose, Maddy’s phone rang.  She looked at the screen, smiled and answered the call. Bree glared at her since Maddy was now driving with only one hand.  “Hello, this is Madeleine Vos…...Yes, Yes, I know who you are.. I am so glad you called…….. I know about your amazing project and I felt instantly connected when I heard about it………... I’d love to meet with you and hear more and find out how I could contribute to its artistic success.”  Maddy smiled back at Bree and mouthed “OMG”.  Bree could tell it was a huge deal so she chilled about the distracted driving.

Bree was surprised when Maddy suddenly stopped the car and looked a bit worried as she listened. “Does it have to be now?  I am out with a friend and I’m not....”  A car honked from behind and she waved it around and then started to drive before the person had passed.  She ignored the angry driver.  “No, of course, I know you have a tight schedule... yes, and a crew... I can’t believe you called me.” The caller gave her long list of instructions and Maddy paid close attention. “OK, yes, I understand and I really want to be part of this project.  I can be there”, she looked at her phone, “in less than half an hour... oh, OK ...yes, then 15 mins” and then she said the Echo Park address out loud. “Thank you, thank you, you won’t be disappointed.” “Oh, can I bring my fr…”

“Dammit, they hung up...Oh...my.. GOD!” Maddy said as she turned to Bree.

“What was that all about?” asked Bree.  Maddy took a few moments and composed herself.  “Only the biggest deal ever. This hot new fashion photographer that my father knows wants to include me in his latest collection of photo essays.  His work is so exclusive that his collections aren’t released to the general public, only to his select patrons who pay more than $100,000 per copy. All the top fashion houses and magazines get it.  Everyone talks about how his artistic vision inspires the fashion world. He really knows how to connect models to his vision and every one of his subjects has become a supermodel. Doutzen Kroes worked with him and he launched her into the stratosphere.”

“Whoa, wow, Maddy, really? That is a huge deal. It sounds like the break that you've been waiting for. Are you excited?  This is amazing,” cried Bree.

“Excited and nervous.  I hear he is very out there, though, of course, I’ve never seen his work.  Part of his appeal to the rich and powerful is that he connects with his subjects and pushes each to her limits to realize her true potential. If you can work with him, you’ve graduated.  It’s really amazing work, and though he asks a lot, he almost never gives up on girl.  I know that once I work with him, I will be so ready for anything. I hope I can do it,”said Maddy.

“I know you can do it,” Bree told her as Maddy sped through a red light. “If you don’t get us killed that is.”

“I have to be there in 15 minutes.  He said he could work with me this afternoon, and maybe later tonight after he attends an opening at the Broad. The next few hours are my only chance before he moves on,” said Maddy.

Maddy continued, “I can’t drop you off, sweetie, are you OK to wait in the car?”

“Um, OK..I guess I can just hang out, sure, just do what you need to do, I’ll be fine” said Sabrina. Maddy never apologized for anything, and Bree was used to that.

AT THE SHOOT

Madeleine and Sabrina arrived at the address near Alvarado and Sunset with less than a minute to spare. The 4-story loft building was still under construction so they parked across the street in front of an auto body shop. The front wall of the building was all glass windows that were freshly installed. Construction equipment was still all around.  The first floor was garages with front doors in between. After Maddy parked, she and Bree went up to one of the doors and pressed the doorbell.  When she heard a voice, Maddy peered into the camera lens and announced herself. The door buzzed, she went in and Sabrina promptly returned back across the street to the car.

Bree wanted to go in with her, but it was Maddy’s break after all.  Besides Maddy looked nearly perfect and she looked atrocious.  While Madeleine looked like Audrey Hepburn, with her thin body, coiffed hair, and elegant clothes, Sabrina looked like a full-figured hippie.  Her big wavy hair flew away from her head and fell way past her shoulders. Her 38D boobs were usually held in by two sport bras but Sunday was laundry day, so today she had just one undersized one doing double duty. When she walked, her tits bounced wildly underneath her white tank top, hiding her relatively small waist, while the layer of fat on her hips pushed out over her unbuttoned ripped denim shorts. She was dressed for haggling in thrift shops, not for posing in a glamorous fashion shoot.

Bree immediately realized that she could see clearly into each floor of the loft from her passenger seat. Through the green tinted glass, she saw a man clad all in white talking to her beautiful friend.  She saw a few other people dressed in black who were carrying lights and other equipment as they walked.  When they reached the top floor, she saw less from her angle, just the back of Maddy when she was near the glass window.

Bree kept looking up because she had nothing else to do. Maddy had asked Bree not to bring her iPad mini, so that she could have her attention while shopping.  Maddy had not left the keys so she could not charge her almost dead phone or listen to the radio.  She couldn’t go anywhere because she’d have to leave the car unlocked.  So she looked up for glimpses of Maddy and entertained herself that way.

Soon enough, the shoot looked like it was underway.  Maddy would go near the window from time to time, in various poses, hands on her waist, tossing her hair, sticking her rear end out and still looking elegant.

It went on for a while. About twenty minutes in, Bree was a little shocked when she saw Maddy’s perky tits pressed up against the glass wall.  She slithered around and stuck her rear out. Maddy then turned back around and leaned against the window barebacked with her smooth butt cheeks in a thong.  She then stood up and walked away. After another few minutes, she came back to the window with her left arm across her boobs, looked down and waved at Bree.  Bree was startled. Maddy turned around, and then immediately turned back to her with both her boobs showing. She held both her hands up as if to say “Wait there”, then nodded and turned away from the glass. 

BACK IN THE CAR

After a few moments, Bree saw the front door open and Maddy walked out.  She held her keys, but nothing else. She was out on the street wearing only tiny white lacy thong panties and high heels. She looked both ways as she walked calmly to the car and did not cover up as her small boobs bounced. A car passing by honked at her.

When Maddy got to the car, she opened the door and climbed into the driver seat.  She locked the door behind her.

“Oh my god, Maddy, what are you doing?  Are you high?” screamed Bree. “Cover yourself.”

Maddy made no effort to do so, so Bree looked around for something to cover her topless friend and ended up covering her tits with her hands. “What are you doing, crazy girl?”

Maddy sighed, "It’s OK, I guess. The session started out well.  The artist shared his vision and my place in it.  After we started shooting though, it wasn’t working for him and he got frustrated." She looked down at her high heels while shaking her fingers through her pixie cut hair. “Then, Eric stopped taking pictures and started talking to me. He was looking for inspiration and your name came up.  He says your presence in the room will relax me so he made me come get you.  I’m not sure if I agree, but he is the artist after all. No, he must be right, it would be good, please come up.”

Bree was confused and wanted time to think it through.

“Please, come up, I am afraid that he may reach a dead end with me and I will miss my chance. If I don’t have a good shoot with him, I am ruined in the fashion world and my father cut me off,” begged Maddy. “I know my Dad loves me, but I swear he set me up to fail.”

Bree thought for a moment that if Maddy lost this chance, it might help bring her closer to God. But Bree could never do that to her friend. She searched her own heart, and though she was wary, she knew what she had to do.

Bree took off her white tank top and put it over Maddy.  The top was so big on Maddy that it covered the skinny girl like a thigh high dress.  The neckline plunged below her breasts and you could see all of her 30B boobs through the armholes. Her firm, tight tits looked so much smaller without a push-up bra.

Bree looked at her waif like friend and promised “If you need me, I’m there,” and added “We’ll show your Dad.”

“Yes, thank thank you, love” said Maddy as she kissed Bree. “You are literally saving my life,” Maddy gushed, as she gave a shocked Bree a deep open mouthed kiss that took her breath away.

It was the first time that Bree had ever kissed  a girl. It was the best kiss Bree had ever had, so she kissed her back. When their tongues swirled together, Bree felt a shock and she accidentally swallowed Mandy's gum. Bree was actually a bit sad when Maddy broke the kiss.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, I am so sorry.  I guess I got carried away. Seems like you liked it though,” said Maddy with a wink.  “And I really needed to do that. Thank you. Now let’s go up.”

They both got out of the car and Bree was dumbstruck as Maddy put her arm tightly around her and ran her quickly to the door. They ran so quickly that one of Bree's boobs popped out and she had to furiously shove it back in.

INSIDE THE BUILDING

Eric pointed his Hasselblad camera outside the fourth floor window. His assistant Tristan was on the 2nd floor with a video camera that fed monitors inside for the crew. They were both capturing the action below, as the mixed girl with the perfect ass walked out topless to the car. They capture her curvy friend fondling the skinny one’s perky tits. The big girl’s tan hands sharply contrasted with the small girl’s translucent skin. When Madeleine kissed her friend, she also pushed up and played with her friend’s tits, which completely covered her hand with flesh to spare.  Those tits looked bigger than even Tristan’s huge football player hands.  As the two girls  sprinted arm in arm toward the door, the sun shined through Madeleine’s loose fitting tank top and he could see deeply into Bree’s cleavage as her tits pushed out of the top of her ugly undersized sports bra and bounced obscenely.  Eric zoomed in and got the shots that he wanted, especially when her left tit popped out and Bree struggled to put it back in.

Madeleine pressed the buzzer and he opened the beeping app on his phone.  He couldn’t help but leer at them for a few seconds, knowing what was in store.

“We’re here, sir. Please let us in,” said Maddy. He buzzed the door. 

THE SECOND FLOOR

Maddy and Bree went up the stairs to the second floor.  The sight of Tristan with his camera unnerved Bree until she thought she recognized him. Wasn’t he Tristan Taylor, the recently graduated 6 foot 5, 275 lb defensive lineman for the Trojans?  She read that he was a communications major, so it made some sense. She recalled that she tried to get him to join her Bible study once. When she smiled at him, he just kept looking through the camera, moving up and down her body, so she was unnerved again.

Eric came down the stairs.  “Hello, is it Sabrina? I am so glad to meet you. Please call me Eric,” he said as he extended his hand. “I am sorry for the rough accommodations, but it with its unfinished business, it perfectly evokes a Los Angeles that is obsessed with the nude, I mean new.

Eric pointed her to a couch against a wall, and asked her to sit down. Maddy sat close beside her and held her hand.

Eric asked Bree about her background, what she studied, her church work, her views on art. He segued into an extended discussion of nudes in Greco-Roman and Renaissance art, including Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel.  She had an idea of where this was going, but enjoyed the intellectual discussion. She also enjoyed how Maddy was caressing her body.

Towards the end, Bree told him and Maddy that though she cautioned Maddy to be careful about revealing her body, she did appreciate the nude form in high art.  It sounded like that was the case here, and since only a select few would even see the collection, she could approve. He and Maddy should feel free to create great art together. She would have little problem with Maddy being nude under these circumstances, and it was under the eyes of God

“I am impressed with your intellectual ability, your religious dedication and your artistic sensibility. It is such a rare combination especially in someone as strikingly beautiful as you,” said Eric. Bree blushed and turned her head to Maddy, who nodded and smiled. Bree dipped her chin and looked back at Eric.

“Thank you,” she said. “I am very flattered, especially coming from you,” Bree said.

“Don’t be flattered, it’s true. I have to tell you, though, that it is not working here with Madeleine. She has a nice elegant look, but her body is too modern, too thin, and it does not work for my project. Her beauty is ice, and I need fire,” Eric said coldly as Maddy cast her eyes down.

“I don’t understand,” said Bree. “You can’t just throw her out. Why am I even here, then? Am I here to soften the blow?”

Eric raised his hand and smiled.  “I am sorry, please? Let me continue.”

Bree agreed. Eric turned to Maddy, “I am fucking this up.. maybe you can explain better?”

“Sure,” Maddy said as she turned and embraced Bree. “This great artist, Eric, was ready to give up on me for all the reasons he said. I agree it was just not working, no matter how hard I tried. I was ready to give up when I saw you in the car.   He saw me wave at you through the window and was inspired by your looks in contrast to mine.  He saw then and sees now how perfect a pair we are, like yin and yang. We bring out each other's beauty”

“So he wants to shoot us together, in various states. What do you think?” Maddie continued, while she caressed Bree all over.

“Um, what do you mean by various states?” asked Bree.

“May I?” said Eric as Maddy nodded. “Yes, you will need to show your beauty. All of it. At times in the nude.”

Bree started breathing heavily, and leaned back on the couch.

“Are you OK, sweetie?” said Maddy. “Believe me, you don’t know but this is a great honor that 1000’s of aspiring models would fight for.”

“But I am not a model,” said Bree.

“You are more. You are a beauty” said Eric.

Bree’s Mom and and both of her Grandmas were renowned beauties that overshadowed her. Maybe that was why she felt comfortable in Maddy’s shadow. And now, she had the chance to come out of those shadows in the work of one of the world’s great artists. She searched inside and felt nothing but joy at the idea.

“Oh my gosh, thank you.” Bree took a deep breath and could hardly believe what she said next “I...I will do it, I will pose for you, even in the nude, for you Maddy...and for me.”

“Yay,” said Maddy.  “I owe you forever again. Love you. I'll find some way to pay you back. I love you so much.”

Another one of Eric’s crew came over with paperwork to sign. Releases, contracts, waivers. She tried to read, but she was just overwhelmed, and she trusted her friend. Maddy assured her it was standard, and just like what Maddy had signed before.

Once it was done, Eric stood in front of them.   “Now that the legal bullshit is done, let’s go back up to the studio.  We’re losing good daylight so we’ll have to work fast.  Maddy, tell her the rules that we set.”

THE STAIRS

They started up the stairs and Maddy went over the rules:

“You must trust Eric’s artistry and never question his direction since he is always at least two steps ahead of what he is asking you and me to do. You can ask him to repeat himself if you don’t hear, but not too much.

“In fact, the only words you should say are “yes, sir”, and “please repeat”. Never say “no”, never address him by name and don’t chit chat.

"Talk only to the artist during the session, and never to me or anyone else. I will do the same. We can talk during breaks.

“Never break a pose, no matter what.  We’ll have regular breaks, but if you have to pee, pee right there, even if it is on me. The place is under construction any way.

“If it’s not working, he’ll fight to get the work on track, and will often say “Fuck” when you are not giving him what he needs.  It’s very clear and direct, so don’t take it personally.”

When they approached the top of the stairs, Maddy turned to Bree, “Please, for my sake, he was ready to get rid of me until he saw you.  My career would have been ruined and my father would have cut me off.  I am begging you, no matter what he asks or what you see, swear to me that you will give it your all.”

Sabrina saw the despair and torment in Madeleine’s eyes and in her soul. “I swear my friend. I trust in you and God that his will be done here.”

Madeleine grabbed Sabrina’s face and kissed her deeply. Sabrina was feeling relaxed since the first kiss and for some reason this kiss made her want to dance into the room.

Tristan caught it all on the camera.

THE FOURTH FLOOR

Bree felt joyful going into the room, and the intense lights and thumping beats made her want to dance even more. Maddy had walked her very slowly up the stairs, and Eric and his army of black clad assistants (the yang to his white clad yin?) were setting up lights. The room was full of construction equipment, including lifts and cranes, electrical wire, ropes and chains everywhere. Studio lights were on stands and hung from tracks on the ceiling.

“Hello everyone again,” said Maddy as she walked in.  Bree hadn't noticed that Maddy was back to wearing just a thong until she saw how the men looked at her.  For some reason, Bree was feeling cool with it. She wanted them to look at her like that.

“This is my friend Sabrina,” said Maddy.

“Please call me Bree,” she said.

“Hello, Bree” “Welcome, Bree” “hello, hot stuff” “S’up, cutie”, chimed the crew together as she stepped forward.

Eric turned to Bree.  “Stand against that wall. Put a butterfly light on her,” he said almost mumbling, Bree realize she’d have to pay close attention since she wouldn’t know when he was talking to her.

He told her to stand straight, face forward, hands against side, hands on waist, hands in air, hands lifting her boobs. He had her turn to the right. “Keep your hands on your breasts,” he said. Hands back at her sides and in the air. Face the wall with the same poses, turned to the left with the same poses. He constantly had the lighting changed

“The artist is exploring your presence in different lights and conditions,” explained Maddy.  Eric stopped and looked at her. She nodded and he continued.

“Face me,” Eric directed her. “Lose that ugly top.” She struggled to remove the tight sports bra. When her tits finally shook free and seemed to double in size, the amazed crew gasped and she heard a "holy shit" and a couple of mmm-hmmm's until Eric yelled "Quiet!"

Eric had her turn and go through all the poses again. “Her tits are an awesome shape and size but they are cockeyed. Seriously, they are following me all around,” he said. The crew laughed and for some reason Bree did not mind. She was feeling happy even if a little humiliated.

“Lose the bottom,” Eric told her. She dropped her shorts and pulled up the panties.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eric snapped.”I’ve lost it”

One of the crew, a distinguished looking older gentleman, came over and violently tore off Bree’s panties and smacked her tan-lined ass so hard she flinched.  She was shocked and impressed that he could rip them off. She was still feeling the hand burning on her ass. “There, son, you’re good, the young lady didn’t know.” Eric grimaced and kept going. “Is that his Dad?” Bree wondered to herself.

When Bree faced the wall again, “Dad” came over and bent her at the waist. “Look at me over your shoulder,” said Eric.  “Show me your face,” he said and she strained her neck.  She could see him kneeling. “Spread your ass,” he commanded.  She hesitated since she was not sure if her asshole was clean. 

“Fuck,” Eric said. Dad came over and tried to get her to spread her cheeks. “Mad!” Maddy came over, pulled down her hands and spread her ass cheeks wide.  One of the crew grabbed a water hose and sprayed her close with the nozzle. Bree was mortified, but the sensation on her ass and pussy made her tingle all over. She was sure she felt a finger in her briefly.  She felt like she would orgasm if the water and finger kept stimulating her pussy.

MADELEINE'S SECRET

Madeleine had a secret.  It was all a set up. Eric was not a world famous photographer, just a rich kid in his mid 30’s with plenty of money and gambling debts.  She had met him a few months before and fallen in love with him and his crazy fun lifestyle. It was a self-indulgent life full of awesome sex on his Dad’s private plane and yacht, front-row seats to every concert and game, gambling all night in Las Vegas not caring how much money they won or lost and partying with celebrities.

Right now, Eric was playing at being a porn producer and that’s how they met. He knew a lot about video and photography because of a lifetime of lessons funded by his retired sports agent Dad. Madeleine answered what turned out to be a fake casting ad to ‘recruit’ talent -- really just a trick to fuck clueless girls for free. But Maddy was not clueless, and when she figured it out, she was more intrigued than upset since they shared a common desire to break out of the shadows of their rich fathers. Although his way of breaking out was much more fun, luxurious and pleasure-seeking, with a debauched fall of Rome kind of glamour.

Eric was so free thinking that he even included his divorced Dad in the escapades. During her ‘casting session’, she lost her anal virginity as they double penetrated her.  His Dad’s cock was at least 8 inches long and he knew how to please women.  She had at least four climaxes that night between the two of them.  She even liked being tied up by them, which she had never allowed before. When they were through with her, Eric and his Dad’s teen maids washed her, lotioned her, fed her and made her feel like a true queen.

She wanted more than anything to share all this happiness with Sabrina, but she knew her self-righteous friend would condemn her, end up turning everyone against her and ruining her life. She desperately wanted to free her friend of the false promise of self-denial. She and Eric talked about it all the time, and together they concocted a plan to immerse Bree into their world and show her the wonders of pure hedonism.  Bree would thank her immensely once she came around.

The plan was unfolding now.  Maddy had built up the fictional reputation of Eric and convinced Bree it was real. It takes a talented actress to do that. To make sure the curious Bree did not investigate, she made it all very last minute, so there was no time to think.  She also made Bree leave her iPad mini at home and drained her phone battery by opening the camera and maps apps on Bree’s phone. She took the car keys with her so Bree could not charge it.

When she went inside, she met Eric and they faked the photo session while Tristan kept an eye with his camera on Bree. He filmed Bree in the car and filmed Maddy going out with her ass turned to the camera.  Eric captured Maddy making out with Bree in the car. It was a bonus when the prude grabbed her tits to cover them. When they ran across the street, Maddy looked up and saw most of the crew peering down, so she stealthily yanked Bree's bra strap to make her jug fall out. The men fixated on Bree's luscious tit. Maddy knew from their reaction that she and Eric were going to make so much money off this video.

When Maddy kissed Bree in the car, she had molly and ketamine in tiny water soluble packets on her tongue and she made sure to push then down Bree’s throat. Eric used the long discussion about art to let the drugs take effect. Maddy dosed her again on the stairs. She could tell from Bree’s loose expressions and her lack of resistance that it was working. Normally, Bree would have left quickly and dragged Maddy with her.

Maddy knew she had her when she caressed her on the couch and Bree caressed her back. She was only a little surprised then when Bree agreed to be nude. She may not need to use the roofies after all.

THE GIRLS PUT ON A SHOW

The prudish Bree was now standing completely nude while Maddy still wore her thong. Eric was a genius to have her focus on getting the poses right so that she forgot about exposing herself to the crowd of horny men.  When Maddy took off her own thong to catch up, she felt her juices leaking down her thighs.

She could tell that Eric wanted to continue with the water, but she wanted Bree so bad she could not wait.  This time she put the roofies right into Bree’s mouth and gave her some vodka to drink with it.  Bree stumbled a bit and she started kissing her deeply. Eric caught up and told Maddy, “Grab her tits, yank them hard.” Bree reached for Maddy’s tits instead, and Maddy let her grab them. “Fuck,” Eric said and Bree instinctively let go. Eric changed his mind.  “Over to the window.”  Maddy guided her to the window, but it felt like Bree was resisting, so Maddy whispered please and then sat on the floor. “Fuck,” Eric said, but Maddy glared at him and then smiled.

She pulled Bree down and they wrapped their legs around each other.  Though they were close in height, the curvy Bree had at least 10 inches more in bust size than the diminutive Maddy and all the men went ape-shit at the scene in front of them. They watched as Maddy tried to stretch her jaw over Bree's watermelon tits. Bree returned the favor by swallowing Maddy's entire tit and even cupped Maddy's pussy.  They caressed and kissed each other, exploring each inch of their bodies together. Maddy suckled Bree’s breasts, kissed her belly, nibbled at her clit and tongued her canal. A grateful Bree held Maddy’s head to her pussy and kissed all over her back. Bree was not sure if she’d be ready to to lick her friend’s pussy, but was excited to try.

As much as he was enjoying the show, Eric felt the need to reassert control. He was not there to make lesbian porn, after all. He looked at the crew, clapped his hands and said “Oil them,” while pointing at the two would-be dykes. The tattooed biker poured oil over Maddy and the old black man poured oil over Bree, glazing her breasts.  The lucky men worked the oil everywhere, with black and white hands reaching into every crack and fold and probing every inch of their yin and yang bodies.

Maddy would have none of it though. She wanted Bree's supple body all to herself. She lay on her back and pulled Bree over her. The loose oil on Bree washed over Maddy. Maddy loved the feel of the huge oily tits sliding all over her, even as Bree's body crushed her.  She almost screamed when Bree’s long nipples touched her clit. She pulled Bree back towards her and smothered her face in Bree's enveloping tits.

ERIC'S SECRETS

Eric had his own secrets.  Maddy and Bree didn't know that all of the current crew members except Tristan were dangerous men that he owed big gambling debts. He had made a deal with them to pay off some of the debt by letting them screw the church girl with the humongous watermelon tits. They had already forgiven some of debt when he let them fuck Maddy, who had no idea. He loved her, but these guys meant business. When Maddy showed him pictures on her phone of Bree, he knew that he could use her body to pay them off and get more stake money from his Dad. He had even gotten Maddy to sneak a fuzzy picture of Bree soaping her tits in the shower. That picture alone got his creditors begging to come.

An even bigger secret was that his brilliant sports agent father had devised what was effectively the country's first legally enforceable slave contract in the form of a binding personal services contract that entailed offer, acceptance, consideration, consent, and terms.

Eric didn't understand all the legalities but he knew that it had bound the hot young slave maids that he had recruited in the porn casting sessions.  It also worked with Tristan, who used the compensation to support his mom and put his siblings through school like he had promised them before he went undrafted by the NFL. A USC grad, Tristan saw himself as an indentured servant like the slaves of ancient Rome, rather than being owned for life like pre-Civil War slaves. It was essentially a professional sports contract, just with different performance requirements. Eric's Dad was justly proud to have a created such a powerful, unbreakable instrument after the sports and legal world had deemed him a washed-up dinosaur.

Cleverly, Eric had used the discussion on Greco-Roman slaves in art to get Bree to say the words on video that demonstrated her consent, all while looking fully coherent. In the contracts, she signed over the right for him to use all of her and her effects any way he saw fit. He could have her lick his toilets clean, balance his books and fuck his friends, all in the nude like the slaves in her precious Renaissance artwork. The net result was that he owned Sabrina for the next year with a one-way option to extend her servitude indefinitely based on performance.

If she did not obey, he had the right to cage, train and discipline her as he saw fit and even had the ability to seize property from her and her family. There were obligations, and limits, of course, and her eventual compensation was to be the medical school that she and her poor family could never afford. He recalled all the college girls like Bree who had looked down on him as a degenerate fool. Soon he would have her highly educated ass all to himself.

THE WINDOW

Eric had envisioned more of a standard porn shoot, but he could tell the unexpected lesbian action was turning on the gamblers and he risked a fuck riot. The girls had been going at it and he knew that bitch Maddy had climaxed when Bree nipples touched her clit. She had pushed Bree’s face into her climaxing pussy, but when Bree pushed away, he decided to cut to the chase.

“Window” he said. “Fuck, Window.”  Maddy did not even look at him and he had enough. He motioned for the biggest guys on the crew besides Tristan to rip them apart. Maddy kicked and screamed.  The biker dragged Maddy by her arms, with her ass and legs bumping along the ground. Bree was yanked by the old black man ass up, with her huge knockers and cunt pulled across the dusty filthy floor. Her tits mopped the floor. Maddy and Bree were both going to need to be cleaned again.

More men in the crew joined and pulled the two women up to their feet, making sure to grip their tits and ass. Maddy felt like she knew what was going on. Bree had no idea, but by this point was pretty far gone.  She was repeating whatever was said to her, even saying “Fuck!”, which she otherwise never said.

“She is following everything you do now, so please just go along. Trust me,” Eric said to her. Maddy loved Eric and trusted him. And she was enjoying every minute using and screwing Bree and wanted to be fucked again by the men around her. She couldn’t wait to see their cocks all at once.

Still, Maddy felt fear when she was raised up towards the ceiling.  Her wrists were chained up through pulleys that hung from iron curtain tracks.  She was hung there first, then Bree was hoisted.  Bree looked up at her, she nodded and Bree relaxed. When they are even about 2 and half feet off the floor, the men turned them towards each other. Maddy hugged Bree with her feet until their pussies touched. “Yin and Yang” said Eric and they smiled while he took pictures.

Eric ordered them separated again.  When she was far enough away, one of the men put a chair under Maddy’s feet and she stood on it.  Bree’s back was turned so she could not see, and the view of the chair was blocked by men in any case.

Bree hung like a piece of fresh meat in the window. Her arms were stretched above her head and framed her messy black hair and lightly tanned face.  Her face looked drunk with squinty eyes and a sloppy smile. Her huge tits jutted out, paler than their surroundings, as they never saw the sun.  Even the massive cleavage between her tits was pale, which would make for a great sight if she ever wore a low-cut dress. Her messy pussy sat between the curves of her smooth hips.

The oil and the scum from the floor were caked on her hair, tits, belly and pussy. One of the men, a bald middle-aged pudgy Italian man took the hose and sprayed her front.  A 50ish black man grabbed her right tit and a Greek kingpin reached up and clawed at her left tit. Her tits pointed out and hung like speed bags, so they took turns knocking them towards each other. In her stupor, Bree imagined two boxers using them as punching bags as part of the photo essay. As the tits got clean, the two guys moved in, held a tit, and started sucking and biting. 

Meanwhile, the Italian guy sprayed at her pussy. He inspected it, dreaming of pounding the virgin hole. Eric's Dad had confirmed it when they first washed her cunt and he fingered her intact hymen.

Behind her, a Russian guy was stripping some wire. Eric had the biggest debt to him and he was going to collect his own way.

As for Maddy, she was having an easier time.  Tristan was tall enough to film the Bree spectacle over her head, while he pounded her from behind with his 9-inch cock.  She could feel the length and thickness expanding her pussy as he pulled almost all the way out and then snaked it all the way back in. She’d never felt a cock so big. She moaned with every thrust and her squeals were absolutely real. She called to God more than she ever had in church.  She was getting a great fuck, almost as good as Eric’s Dad, who had a few years on Tristan. This stud would catch up.

Her bliss was interrupted by a scream. She looked up to see the Russian whipping Bree’s back with bare stripped wire. All the other men looked too, but like Eric they all feared him.  She wanted desperately to help her friend. She was just a small girl, though, and if the big men couldn’t stop them, how could she? Besides, there was no way she was going to stop her own fuck, not now. Bree was on her own.

Eric, on the other hand was enjoying the show. Bree flailed while she was being assaulted on all sides. He had switched his camera to video mode, and he was capturing the action.

He could see the Russian guy taking down his shorts. “Alex, Alex, what the fuck are you doing?” Eric asked. “I will only take her ass, she will still technically be a virgin,” the scary Russian said. “For that I will forgive all your debt and give you free buy-in for six months.”

“Make it a year and you can have her ass, all to yourself, but not until the auction is over. You can’t spoil her.”  Eric said

“OK, I will wait, but I get her ass now” the Russian said, pointing to Maddy.

“Deal,” said Eric. He did not really care about the buy-in, he just wanted to protect the auction and he knew he could not stop the Russian. “No whipping the skinny girl though, her skin is too nice.”

“You take away all the fun.” the Russian said.  He stopped whipping Bree and walked over bottomless behind Maddy.  “Move, boy,” he said to Tristan who glared menacingly at him.  “What the fuck, he is young, he is boy to me,” he said looking at Eric.  Eric shook his head and pointed Tristan to Maddy’s mouth.

Maddy didn’t like being treated like a fuck toy, but she realized that by taking it up the ass again, she’d at least stop Bree from being whipped. Besides, the Russian had a huge belly and a small dick, so he wouldn’t be going that deep. And it looked like she’d get the thrill of deep throating Tristan’s monster dick with her juices on it.

THE AUCTION

Eric started the auction while everyone was still fucking around. He’d plan to wait for a break in the action, but he knew he did not have much time before the crew took things into their own hands.  He had a shotgun nearby, and Tristan was his muscle, but he did not want things to get ugly and ruin his shoot.

“How much for the virginity of this innocent church girl with the body made for sin, sin, and more sin? How much to deflower this pure sweet girl and fulfill her destiny to be a lousy whore?”

“Bids start at $1000.”

The first bid was $1000, followed by $1100 and then worked its way up to $1900 as everyone except Eric, Tristan, and the Russian put in at least one bid. Tristan and the Russian were still hammering Maddy from both ends.

“I have $1900. Come on, guys, you’re missing your chance here,” Eric said as he cradled a tit.

“Get her while she’s fresh, after you’re done, everyone in the room, including the Russian will have at her.”

“$2500!”, yelled the Russian as he finished pounding Maddy.

“$3000!”, said Tristan. The Russian smiled.

“OK, OK, that is what I am talking about,” said Eric.  “Do I hear $3500?”

“$3500” said the biker dude. The bald Italian guy bid $4500 and the Russian countered with $5000.

“Going once, going twice,” said Eric after a pause in the bidding.

“$5150!” yelled Tristan.

“A small bump to $5150 from the broke college football player who serves me” teased Eric.  “Where are you getting this money, my friend?”

“It’s all the money that I have in the bank and what's left of the signing bonus that you gave me, dude.  It’s worth it to fuck this bitch who gave me blue balls,” said Tristan. “She came onto me, flirted with me, teased me, just to get me into Bible study and lure my teammates into her church. When I didn’t do what she wanted, she kicked me to the curb and forgot about me.”

Eric turned to the Russian “What do you say to that. Do you have another bid?”

“I was going to bid $5500 but I am touched by the boy’s story. I will make a deal with the boy.  I will not bid any higher if he has her revenge fuck here for all of us to see. Also, I get to fuck her in the ass immediately after as you already promised. After me, he will put that gorilla cock in her ass too.  And all of you will come and piss on her while I beat her,” said the cruel Russian.

Eric said, “All right then, $5150 is the high bid.  Going, going, gone!”

Eric realized then that his vision of a standard suck and fuck film was done. “Fuck, I guess we’re making a Russian epic. OK then, it’s “Crime and Punishment” for sweet Sabrina. Tristan wins the auction at $5150.”

Eric didn't know what would happen next, but he knew he was about to win the porn lottery.

THE PREPARATION

The crew prepared Bree for her first fucking.  They shackled her delicate ankles and ran the chain through the pulleys on an interior ceiling track.  They hoisted her until she was horizontal with the floor. The spacing of the tracks caused her to be stretched out so her ass only hung a bit.

Studio lights were spaced all around her, and the hot light warmed every upward inch of her body. Cameras were set at many angles, and microphones were set up. One shotgun mike pointed at her mouth and another at her pussy to make sure to pick up the fucking and moaning.

While all of this preparation was going on, Tristan took Maddy down from the chains. Maddy went with him to a mostly finished master bath suite where he cleaned her up. She returned the favor by washing his hair and scrubbing his skin.  She oiled every inch of his muscular body and giggled when he clenched her probing hand between his ass cheeks.

Out on the floor, the set was ready.  Eric followed the Russian’s idea and Bree was all laid out. She was still conscious, although the drugs and alcohol had her in a fucked-up state of mind.  She hung there stretched out by the chains smiling and cooing to herself, occasionally opening eyes to look around like she was dreaming. Every once in awhile, recognition and terror would cross her face, so someone would say something like  “you’re ok, baby, it’s just a dream’, and then she would close her eyes and giggle.

Eric and the men pointed and turned on the cameras at her, then Eric counted them down. “3, 2, ...action.”  The peace and quiet was violently by the sounds of wire, rope and belts thrumming through the air. They seemed to strike Bree all at once and Eric saw on the camera monitor that Bree’s body convulsed like she was doing a sit up. Her head rose up and her eyes bulged, and her teeth clenched. She was looking straight into the camera lens. At first, she was too shocked to scream, but after many seconds she wailed and tears streamed from her eyes.

Back in the bath suite, Maddy was finishing with Tristan by cleaning his cock with her tongue. When she tasted pre-cum, she grabbed his dick firmly, patted his balls and got up.  “You’re ready, my stud.” At that point, he realized that she was getting him into a blue ball state for his revenge on her friend. That cocktease was going to be sorry that she ever fucked with him.

Tristan and Maddy walked out together and Maddy split two fingers into a V sign to Eric.  “Spread her,” Eric said.  The pulleys holding her legs were pulled apart until her ass started pointing upwards. Her legs were also raised to match the level of Tristan’s cock. It was an obscene angle. Her pink pussy opened up for the camera, revealing all its folds.  Below you could see the pucker of her tiny anus.  The Russian’s eyes lit up at the sight.

Tristan came out like a prize boxer ready for action. He strutted between her parted legs like a champion claiming his prize. He saw the redness and welts on her skin and it turned him on. The first thing he did was grab her humongous tits which overflowed even his massive football player hands.  He squeezed and twisted the beaten tits like he was taking down a quarterback by his facemask. When Bree wailed, he knew he was going to enjoy fucking the shit out of her.

TRISTAN’S STORY

At that moment, Tristan remembered back to when he first met Sabrina.  He was walking with his teammates on the USC campus when she came up to him and smiled.  She had exactly the sort of body that he liked -- curvy and round with tremendous tits. He did his best to look in her eyes but her boobs had an undeniable gravity.  He flirted with her and they talked and he felt like he had met the perfect girl. She was funny, smart, compassionate and charming, and all of that was together with a great attitude and beautiful body.  When she suggested they get together the next day, he jumped at the chance.

When Tristan met Bree the next day, he found out they were not to be alone together. In fact, she had invited him to a Bible study. Everyone in the room was nice to him, but if felt fake. They pretended to know football, but they knew nothing and he bet most of them were not even USC students. Bree barely paid attention to him, and when she did she directed everything back to the Bible. She said it would be a godly thing if he joined their church since in his role as a star football player, he could bring many more to their church.

When Tristan went home that night he felt so frustrated and used that he punched a refrigerator. He tried over and over to get a date with Bree, but she would only meet him at Bible study or church. He became obsessed with her, missed practices and got benched that year. He eventually got his starting position back, but he never recovered his swagger. She cost him his shot in the NFL.

THE FUCKING

Now, back on the fourth floor, Tristan was going to remind her who he was and what he could do to her. When he placed his massive cock at the entrance of her tight virgin pussy, he thought back to that first night. He punched his cock into her like he had punched that refrigerator. She gasped for air and yanked at her chains. She wailed loudly with all her breath.

When he pulled his long black cock out of her, he saw the blood all over his penis and smiled as he punched it back into her again.  He slammed her over and over, rocking her at least 3 feet with every thrust. Her tits moved all around and the crew laughed as they pretended to get out of the way.  He soon grabbed hold of her colossal tits to pull her back and forth on his long cock.

“Who am I?” Tristan asked Bree. In her drugged state, she murmured incoherently and smiled.

Tristan slapped her across the face until her eyes opened.

“WHO .. THE FUCK.. AM I, CUNT?” he yelled as he slammed his cock deeply into her.

“Tristan.. Tristan Taylor.. you play defense for USC,” said Bree.

“Yeah, I fucking played for them.  BUT YOU BETTER FUCKING CALL ME MASTER,” he commanded as he twisted her tits so hard they looked like they would snap off.

“Master," said Bree.

"SPEAK .. THE FUCK ...UP!!" he said as he lifted her by her titties.

"MASTER,” Bree repeated after she screamed.

“GOOD, WHAT .. THE FUCK.. AM I DOING NOW, SLAVE?” Tristan asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know… MASTER” pleaded Bree.

Tristan pulled out his cock, and put two fingers into her cunt. He twisted them around as she screamed and then he put into his other two finger and then his thumb. He spread her tight pussy and Bree screamed so loud, some of the crew looked concerned. He then took his dripping hand out and jammed into her mouth, making her suck on her own pussy juice while he slammed his cock even deeper inside her.

“TELL ME ..WHAT THE FUCK... I AM  DOING NOW, SLAVE” he said.

“YOU HURRRRRTING ME, MASTER” Bree garbled around his mouth.

“Hurting you? Think it fucking hurts? IT'S NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU FUCKING DID TO ME!” he yelled.

Tristan took his hand out and lifted her by her tits again.

“STATUS UPDATE: I’M FUCKING YOU, FUCKING YOU, YOU BIG STUPID CUNT,” he yelled. “What am I doing, slave?” he whispered as he choked her.

“FUCKING YOU,” Bree said with tears streaming from her eyes. He slapped her face and yanked her hair across it to wipe her tears, twisting her neck.  “FUCKING ME, FUCKING ME, MASTER.”

"WHAT..THE FUCK..ARE YOU?" he asked her, as her body rocked back and forth on his dick like a pendulum.

"A BIG STUPID CUNT, MASTER," Bree replied, as she heaved and sobbed.  He felt her twinge with rising waves of fear that massaged his cock.

“That’s FUCKING right, slave,” he smiled.

Tristan kept pounding her body, twisting her tits and slapping her all over.  He had a lot of stamina even with such beautiful piece of ass.

Bree clinched her body and he could feel her orgasming.  He had planned to pull out and cum all over her, but her convulsing pussy trapped his mammoth cock and he had no choice but to spurt inside her. When he pulled out her tummy flattened and semen leaked out of her.  He felt good, and when he finished he slapped her across the face one more time. “PRAISE AND WORSHIP THAT, BITCH,” he said as the crew applauded. 

Eric was a proud owner. Tristan was a great  talent and Bree was the ultimate fuck toy.  He has their performance on video and he would craft it into a masterpiece, so the world would see his talent. If Tristan couldn't make it in the NFL, he was going to be the perfect trainer to break all his new slaves.

As for Tristan, he knew no matter what, Sabrina would never forget his name and what he did to her. That idea alone made him happy and whole again.

THE RUSSIAN

The Russian went next as promised.  The cruel bastard lifted her legs further and lowered her arms, seeming to enjoy her pain. She was now at about a 45 degree angle.  He poured the last of his vodka into her mouth and then jammed the bottle first into her pussy and then up her ass. 

“Lubrication,” Alex turned to the camera and said. He then pulled down his Bermuda shorts down again, left his Tommy Bahama shirt on and pulled at his cock, which was semi-hard.  “Can she help me too?” he said to Eric referring to Maddy. She was appalled, but she wanted to keep it all chill, Maddy went over and started stroking his dick. He told her with his eyes to go down on him, but she just jacked him harder, getting him pretty stiff.  She then pulled his hard dick to Bree’s asshole.

Alex was OK with that, so he buried his cock into Bree’s tight virgin ass. Bree made a sound, but it was not as big as he expected.  Perhaps it was due to all the abuse she had already taken, or the angle, or just his average sized penis.

“SUKA, PIZ DA,” Alex yelled. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK” as he tried to pound harder. He pulled her hips towards his penis and went as deep as he could.

The Russian did not care really how deep his cock went.  On the streets of LA, he was invisible to girls like Bree.  Here, though, they feared him and he fucked and used her as he pleased.  And he was very pleased.

“Cum on her, piss on her” he said to the room. Some guys already had their dick out and the remaining guys joined them.  Those who had to piss did that and then jacked off with the rest of the crew. Soon, jism was flying everywhere, especially on her tits.

THE REST OF THE NIGHT

After the Russian pulled out and came on Bree, the other men took their turns. Maddy wisely locked herself in a bathroom on the 3rd floor and soaked in the tub, avoiding the frenzied men. Tristan sat in a corner and watched. He’d take her ass later, letting the smaller guys have a go before he reamed her out. The men pounded her ass, fucked her pussy and went down her throat all night, using the chains to put her every position, even managing to turn her over. 

Again and again, Bree had a cock in her mouth, another between her tits, another in her pussy and another in her ass. All the men loved straddling her torso and fucking her huge tits. They each knew they'd never again have the chance to fuck tits so firm and huge, especially on such a young beautiful girl. After a few rounds, the Greek wrapped her cockeyed tits together with clear packing tape over her chest and around her back. He bent her jugs to make the nipples touch. The cleavage was already lubricated with cum so the Dad took advantage and used his long cock to fuck her tied-up tits like a tight virgin pussy. The men lined up 3 in a row, with the Italian guy in her pussy, the Dad fucking her tits, and Eric's cock fucking her throat. Underneath, another guy was fucking her ass while lying on a plank.

Eric loved how her lips looked as the head of his penis went into her mouth and down her throat. He fucked her throat deep, forcing his cock past her epiglottis and leaving her thrashing for air. He felt her long tongue pressed up against his cock as he went in and out. When he pulled out, she licked and kissed the head, maybe thinking he was done. But he slammed it back over her teeth, past her uvula and down her throat again and again.

The only break she got was when he made her suck his hairy balls.  He dunked his tea bags into her open mouth over and over. He even put his dirty asshole right on her tongue and moved it back and forth. She coughed and choked on his crusty shit. Then he put his cock right back into her mouth and she choked on it, gasping for air and crying. When he was finally done, he came all over face.  The moment he stepped away, the old black man took his place and sent his nasty dick down her throat.

When it seemed like Bree was not responding anymore, the bored Russian took the bare wires, attached them to her big nipples and powered them with Eric’s Dad still in her ass. The Dad felt a jolt when her rectum tightened around his big dick and he instantly came inside. “Whoa, holy shit!” he said “You almost fucking gave me a heart attack with that ride, comrade, but I would have died a happy man!”  He told every guy to take a spin and all the crew took the same ride after that. After Tristan’s turn, her bloody asshole looked like a hollowed out cave.

SUNDAY MORNING

By the next morning, every man was spent after each riding her countless times.  The small electrical shocks had kept her body in service for the most part.  Long enough that each one had pretty much lived out every cruel fantasy and taken revenge by proxy on every big titted bitch who had screwed them over. 

Every creditor forgave Eric’s debts and even gave him a cut of the side bets. They bet on everything from how loud they could make Sabrina scream, how much she could swallow at once (both cum and piss), how many fingers and other objects she could take in her mouth, pussy and ass, how far the wop could put his fist up her pussy, to whether she would make it through the night and what, if anything, she would remember or think was just a nightmare.

The room smelled of cum, smoke, and piss. Their fuck toy was a brilliant mess.

Sabrina shook her head and came slowly to her senses. She looked up, saw the dirty concrete floor and realized her nasty body was hanging upside down. Her bloodied arms stretched towards the floor, with her blackened wrists chained to the ceiling. She craned her head to look up over her mammoth tits, which were covered with pieces of torn clear packing tape that went around her back. Her twisted legs were spread impossibly wide, with her bruised ankles chained to iron hooks hanging close to the ceiling. Studio lights blinded her. Hanging like a slave upside down, she prayed to God that she was having a bizarre nightmare.

The pain and stench, however, let the slave know that the shit was real. Her cunt throbbed and her asshole burned, and she tasted sperm, shit and blood in her mouth. Her flesh burned and smelled of smoke and was covered with red welts, tiny black burns, and white cum. Gobs of cum heaped on her tits like snow on the Himalayas. It rolled down her neck and over the cliff of her chin onto her sullied cheeks. She sniffed and realized her face was covered too and the cum was all through her hair. Her bukkakied face was on fire after she wailed all night.

"Sleeping Fucking Beauty is waking up," said the Russian.

“The shit’s wearing off,” said the biker.

“It’s the fuckin' blood rushing to her head,” said Eric’s Dad.

“Yeah, and the cum too,” said Tristan.

Bree turned her head slowly around and through her cum filled eyes, she could make out the swaggering cocks of her gang rapists. Their legs were hairy, fat, skinny, black, tan, white, and one even had a tattoo of a bound Asian slave hanging from ropes.

She could see all their cocks. They were long, fat, skinny and short, circumcised and not,with big balls, red balls, and hairy balls. One of the cocks was tattooed with thorns and another was pierced with a blood-spattered spike. A chill came over her, as she wondered how many cocks had fucked her. Was that her blood? Why couldn't she remember?

Bree looked around, started to shake and tried to scream.  She choked on the jism in her throat. 

The gang of monsters laughed at her.

“She looks thirsty,” said the biker dude..

“Let’s give her something to drink,” they said together as they lowered her to the floor.

“Maddy, Maddy, Maddy!” she weakly cried out as the men started pissing into her open mouth.

“Did someone call me?” said an elegantly dressed and coiffed Maddy as she walked into the room like a supermodel with Eric at her side.

Madeleine squatted in her white dress over Sabrina’s torso, sitting with her ass on her tits.  She then moved her crotch to Bree’s face and covered her head with her skirt.

“Good morning, my big fat whore. Welcome to your new world.”

Underneath the skirt, Sabrina smiled.