Raping Trisha
Chapter 1
The Beginning
The first time he saw Trisha Campbell, Justin knew he was going to hurt the
little bitch mercilessly when he got the chance. He had had lots of girlfriends
that let him tie them up and abuse them, but he'd always really wanted to just
take a girl and break her down in a way you just can't do with people who enjoy
pain. Trisha moved into Justin's
neighborhood a little over 6 months ago with her grandmother and grandfather.
There was just something about her that fit all Justin's fantasy's so well. It
wasn't really the way she looked, he had fantasized about a lot of types of
girls, it was more the way she acted, like a statistic waiting to happen.
He waited just inside the open front door of the his house for Trisha to come by
on her way home from high school. He had planned this for quite a while and knew
just when she should be by. He wasn't disappointed: within a few minutes she
came strolling into view. She had medium-length reddish light brown hair that
hung in loose ringlets down just past her shoulders. A pixie-like face and
modestly thin athletic frame, her breasts were small but plainly visible
straining against her tight shirt. She possessed one of the best asses he had
ever seen, slight hips with a stunningly protruding ass that flared straight
back in a perfectly rounded bubble, it was definitely something you noticed.
"Hey Trisha, I got a package for you," Justin called out. "UPS delivered it here
by accident, something for your grandma."
"How big is it?" she asked from the walkway.
"Pretty big, I'll need some help to carry it up from the cellar."
She nodded and shrugged, following him into the house. Justin looked her up and
down. He couldn't believe what he was going to do to this girl. This was
definitely a dream come true. Trisha noticed him looking at her breasts, and
began to blush; she was never very comfortable with the way men looked at her.
Still, there was something slightly exciting at being the object of desire.
He led her to the door leading into the cellar, unlocked it and flipped on the
light. He opened the door and held it open to allow her to go in front of him.
"Why did you bring it down here?" she asked as they walked down the steps.
He waited until they were down the stairs before answering. This was the moment
of truth. After this there was no way he could back out. The nervousness he felt
was eclipse by his overwhelming desire to break and abuse this girl, to have her
begging at his feet as the little slut he knew she would become. For this, his
hesitation was brief.
"I didn't. There is no package."
She looked at Justin in confusion, the excitement of his previous examination of
her had gone. She no longer liked the way he was looking at her. "Then why....."
she started, her words cut short as he kicked her lean legs out from under her,
sending her sprawling onto the concrete floor, stunning her.
At first observation of the musty room, you would never know that he had long
ago set up the cellar as a place to take his girlfriends for their "Punishment
Sessions". A bare water-stained old mattress sat on the south west corner.
The cabinets hid his toys until time for use, and his "work tables" could easily
pass as the tool benches of a typical suburban home. Like those of the
neighboring homes, the window-less basement was sunken into the earth,
constructed with large concrete blocks. Water dripped off the exposed pipes that
ran along the walls and ceiling, providing the room with ample anchors for
securing ropes and other restraining devices. A large furnace sat along the
southern wall, growling occasionally and providing thin beams of flickering
light along the cold floor.
He straddled her long, thin frame, pinning her hands out in front of her head
with one hand and looked down into her eyes. The fear was like a fine, seductive
wine to be drunk in and savored. Any of his previous anxiousness melted away.
The little teen's body seemed made for his abuse.
"Get offfff meeee!!" She shrieked as her breath returned in short gasps. "Shut
up slut!" He delivered three hard slaps to her petulant, sexy little face raised
in defiance. Recoiling, stunned from the blows, she stared, shocked, through
tear-blurred vision.
He reached back and pulled a pair of police-style handcuffs from his back
pocket. Grabbing her slender right wrist, he locked the cuff tight, the click
resounding crisply. He slapped her again and encircled the left wrist as well,
closing it securely. "Get up" he ordered as he unstraddled her and arose,
pulling her roughly to her feet. She began to cry as he pulled her arms up,
slipping a chain between them to jerk the cuffs upward over a thick hook set
into a support beam. The hook had a second piece that snapped down closing the
hook. He locked the piece down, trapping her in place and stepped back to look
at her. She was still crying and obviously very afraid.
Justin felt a giddy rush as he reached forward and grabbed a small, pert tit in
his hand. Her tits were about the size of a large apple but very firm, with a
defiant upthrust, her small dark nipples pushing outward against the fabric of
her blouse. He could tell she wore no bra. She often didn't. He was going to
enjoy making her pay for all the nights he lay fantasizing about those ripe
little breasts.
She began to cry even harder and started to beg in broken sobs for him to stop.
Grabbing a handful of cloth he ripped the thin shirt free exposing her small
perfect tits, O god, he could hardly wait to punish her beautiful breasts.
She let out a long plaintive wail of fear and humiliation. "O God, please don't
do this to me, please!!! No!" she begged.
Justin stepped behind the terrified sixteen year old and reached around grabbing
her small cherry-like right nipple with his left hand while shoving his hand
down her shorts and panties to cup her little twat. Trisha had never known such
utter humiliation, this was only the second boy who dared ever touched her in
that place and the first one had to beg for months until she had let him get
that far. Sexuality was always something that she felt ashamed about; it wasn't
something she had been taught was normal for a girl her age.
She let out a high pitched scream, shoving her hips quickly back to escape his
rough grasping fingers, grinding her sexy ass into Justin's crotch as he
squeezed her protruding nipple hard between his fingers. Justin smiled
sadistically as her small tit exploded in pain. He held her like this for
several moments twisting and pulling roughly at the small bud of her nipple
listening to her shrill pain filled screams. He reluctantly let go of her and
moved his hands to the waistline of her small shorts, hitching his thumbs,
claw-like into the elastic. "Time for these to come off, slut," he announced.
As his meaning began to sink in she began to kick at him with her unfettered
legs. With one quick movement he yanked her shorts and panties down to her
ankles, twisting the fabric tightly about them, trapping her thin legs together,
and using the bunched clothing as a handle to lift her legs off the ground.
Grabbing her slight ankles in one hand, he jerked the garments from her ankles
with the other. It took a bit of a struggle but he finally got them off the
girl. Trisha began to really panic when her brown thatched sex was exposed to
the air, "Oh God please don't let this happen" she thought. She started
struggling and earnestly pulling at the cuffs and hook holding her, he could see
her delicate wrists beginning to chafe. He was just starting to undo his pants
when there was a knock at the cellar door upstairs.
Trisha froze, she didn't know what scared her more: the idea of being raped, or
being found in such a humiliating position. If she knew everything the boy had
planned for her, it would have been an easy decision. Before she could decide he
yelled "Come In!"
Alexis Korster, a tall, blond, cruel slut he knew and she vaguely recognized
from a tough group of older teens that roamed the neighborhood, appeared at the
top of the stairs. Her heavy heeled combat boots clunked down the stairs, Alexis
wearing only a short black skirt and lace bra. "Am I too Late?" the girl
inquired, her voice suspiciously cheery.
"Not at all," he welcomed. "We just started. Alexis, meet Trisha." Alexis smiled
sweetly and approached the girl, walked slowly around her, admiring the young
girl's body. She let out a gasp when she got around to the girls large behind.
"Oh Justin, god this bitch has one hell of an ass!" the older girl squealed with
delight.
Justin swelled proudly. "Didn't I tell you?" he responded.
Trisha blushed with renewed shame as Alexis began to fondle her high, round ass,
kneading and squeezing roughly. She reached under and slipped a red-tipped
finger into the teenager's dry virgin cunt.
"Owww, that hurts, take it out!" the she sobbed only to get two more fingers
jammed up her cunt sheath. Fresh tears of pain ran down her face as the older
girl roughly fucked the girls tight hole with her fingers.
As Alexis entertained herself with the girl's tiny twat, Justin went to a small
chest against the wall and unlocked it, pulling put a small plastic tube. He put
this aside for later. Going back to the chest he pulled out a wicked looking
whip, it came up in a single thick braid for most of its length then split into
two thinner tongues each studded with small bits of knotted leather. In ancient
times these would have been sharpened metal, a scourge, but this version only
sported slightly rough edges. "Is the bitch wet yet?" he asked, mockingly.
"A little, but not much," Alexis complained.
"Well slut, I'm going to punish you until you get that little pussy nice and
wet. We'll start with oh, say.. ten lashes?" he said, almost as if it were
negotiable. He savored the words and enjoying the expression of shock and fear
reflected in the girl's tearful eyes.
Trisha was already in a panic at the thought of being raped, especially in front
of another girl. That in itself was almost too much too bear, but the thought of
being hit with that evil-looking piece of leather was too much for the
frightened girl. All hopes of getting out of this unscathed dropped away.
"Please, nooo, I'll let you fuck me if you want but don't hit me with that
thing!". The girl sobbed.
"Shut up bitch! You've been deserving this for a long time, shaking that little
ass around like the little slut you are. Now you're going to learn what it means
to be used like a good little slut."
"Do you want me to move so you can get to her ass?" Alexis asked.
Justin considered it for a moment, realizing that this girl was totally at his
mercy. He could do with her what he wanted. Who said he had to start with her
ass? "No," he decided. "Then how can we tell if she's wet?, No I'll just have to
lash her tits."
Trisha started to sob and plead, she knew that whip would surely cut her tits to
ribbons. Justin raised his arm and looked into her pleading eyes. "No, please
don't.. I'll do anything--" her words interrupted as the whip lashed downward.
The whip struck out across her left breast, the impact sending it jerking lewdly
across her ribcage. Her pert tits bounced back, adorned with two angry thin
lines just above the small, dark nipple. The bound girl stared at him in
disbelief for a split second, her mouth hanging open. She let out a piercing
scream as the pain hit "Aeeeiiiii, Gawwwwwwwwwd."
The whip lashed down for a second time striking just above the first, caressing
the small globe with its cruel, biting fingers. Trisha let out another burst of
agonized screaming, trying to twist her torso away from the whip. Alexis held
her lower body firmly in place, with three fingers still inside her cunt, her
other hand wrapped around the teenager's waist. The girl's small hole was
becoming stretched and bruised by the insistent and prodding fingers of the
older girl as she struggled. As Trisha turned her upper body to the side, he
took aim and laid the whip across the tops of both her small tits.
Trisha opened and closed her mouth in mute shock. Justin took the opportunity to
bring the whip down across her right breast and stomach. Trisha's World exploded
into pain. She let out a quivering wail and began to shake with uneven ragged
sobbing. he brought the whip up and let it hang in the air, savoring the way her
eyes were drawn to the lash in dreadful anticipation. he laid four quick
criss-crossing stripes across her small jugs, three of the lashes hitting her
extended nipples.
The girl jumped into the air, ripping Alexis's fingers from her cunt and
knocking the blond backwards. As she came down the handcuff's bit hard into her
wrists, the only thing she could feel was the white hot agony that had once been
her tits. Justin stood back in surprise, he had never seen someone in this kind
of pain; his cock was hard enough to start causing him pain. Still he had to
take his time. He waited till her screams and gyrations calmed before resuming.
He had Alexis undo her from the beam and remove the cuffs.
Trisha collapsed onto the concrete only to be hauled up by the older girl. "Two
more bitch, stick your chest out nice and pretty for us and I'll let your
titties rest awhile," Justin offered. The girls tits were a mess of angry welts.
"Nooo, I can't, please I'll do anything."
"One last chance, stick those pretty little tits out and take another two or
I'll have Alexis put your arms back up and I'll whip your tits until my arm get
tired."
Trisha felt her face getting even hotter with shame, but she knew her tits
couldn't take much more, sobbing she stuck her chest out for the whip. Justin
raised the whip above his head, "Ready Bitch, stick those little tits far out...
farther..." He swung the lash at her right tit, aiming the blow to crash
pitilessly down across the mottled stripes. The wailing teen-ager fell to the
floor rolling and clutching her chest. Justin motioned to Alexis who hauled the
girl up again and held her arms behind her back.
"No more! Please! I can't take any more!! Please!!" she wailed out in broken
sobs.
Justin just smiled and brought the whip down across the girls breasts as hard as
he could. Trisha felt her world explode as darkness reached up to swallowed her.
When Trisha awoke she was bound with leather straps laying flat on her stomach
to a rough old wooden picnic table that had been brought down to the basement.
Holes had been drilled along the corners and the sides for the leather to pass
through and a circular hole in the table allowed her tortured tits to hang down.
"Look who's awake" Alexis taunted as she started to caress the girls sexy ass.
She let a long finger trail down to the tight bud of Trisha's asshole and
started to push.
"Noooo more, Stop!" Trisha screamed.
"Well, OK, if you don't like my finger up your ass perhaps we can find something
better to fuck into your tight little hole" Alexis said. She turned to Justin,
"Hey, Justin, looks like the little bitch doesn't think my finger is good enough
for her ass."
"Maybe this will fill it up better" laughed Justin while he unzipped his pants
to pull out the cock that had been made painfully hard by Trisha's torment.
Justin's pushed his dry cock up against the struggling teen's small asshole, he
couldn't believe he was going to get to fuck his cock into that sexy ass. The
head of his cock looked at least four times the size of her asshole and seemed
like a highly improbable fit.
"Oh God, please, I'll do whatever you want, Please don't" she cried. Her ass had
always been something she was a little self conscious of, out of proportion with
the rest of her body, she knew boys and even men liked to stare at it, she had
heard more then one boy say he would like to fuck her in the ass; the idea had
always disgusted and embarrassed her.
Trisha began to scream as Justin started pushing at her ass, "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!, O
god it hurts, Please noooooooooooooo!" It felt like someone was taking a bat and
shoving it up her ass, There's no way that thing would fit up her tiny little
ass without killing her, she thought. After a few minutes of pushing at the
wailing panicky girl, the tip of his cock-head her tiny asshole began to open up
just a tiny bit, to Trisha it felt like she was being stretched apart, Justin
pulled back a little and nodded at Alexis. Trisha was too busy worrying about
her asshole to notice Alexis crawl under the table. Suddenly she felt a mouth
clamp down hard on her battered nipples. "Oh God No" she moaned. Justin thrust
forward burying about A quarter of his massive cock in the tight shitter of the
young girl. Trisha froze for a second, her eyes grew wide, her mouth forming a
perfect "O", she was unable to believe what was happening to her tender body,
then she let out a wailing primal scream and began shaking uncontrollably.
Trisha began to thrash her body to the side as much as the tight restraints
would allow to try and escape the horrible cock tearing her apart, Justin pulled
back a little and thrust forward hard popping The rest of his cock into the
girl's obscenely stretched asshole. Trisha was beyond sanity now, Justin's cock
was at least as thick as her wrist, maybe more and the pain of having her
asshole stretched and torn that far was more then her mind could take. She
started hyperventilating in short panicky pain-filled bursts as Justin began
slowly forcing his cock slowly in and out of her tiny poop-shoot allowing his
balls to slap against her virgin cunt.
Alexis grinned evilly under the table while she kept sucking on the girls
battered and whipped dark nipples, sometimes giving a hard bite to feel Trisha's
chest jerk in shock . The pain of having this huge cock stretching out her ass
was incredible, Trisha's vision was swimming through glazed eyes as Justin
pulled back in a full long stroke. Trisha's wailing went up an octave as it felt
like her ass was being ripped from her body.
The worst thing was the terrible fullness in her ass, stretching her in ways her
young body was never meant to be stretched. Every nerve in her tiny little
shitter was on fire. Her ass spasmed and convulsed as her muscles were pulled
out of shape by the brutal invader.
Suddenly he thrust back in viciously, adjusting his angle to push upward,
stretching her asshole in a new way. Trisha almost blacked out, she was beyond
screaming, only a ragged moan passed her lips as snot ran down her nose. And she
beat her forehead into the table Justin stopped for a few seconds and then
thrust in again, changing angles to make sure the girl received the most pain he
could give her. He kept her on the edge of consciousness, when ever it seemed
she would pass out he would slow down a bit. It seemed to the girl like it went
on for hours, in reality the vicious ass-fuck went on for less then 15 minutes
before Justin could hold out no more.
"I'm gonna cum up your tiny little ass bitch, You little ass fucked whore! get
ready"! He thrust in as far as he could and filled the screaming girls ass with
wave after wave of cum, finally allowed her to pass out.
The abused little sixteen year old woke up still tied to the old picnic table
although she had been untied and turned over while she was passed out. Her ass
now hung out the hole where her tits had been, she couldn't see the old bucket
that had been placed below her. Her once virgin asshole felt like razors had
been used to tear it apart and her small tits were so sore that even the slight
movement of the air hurt.
Alexis was standing between the girls splayed open legs. "Welcome back slut,
enjoy your nap?" she crooned mockingly
"O god he's torn my ass in half," she sobbed. "Please let me go."
"Not a chance little slut! Justin left me here to watch over you while he ran
out to the store for some more party favors but don't worry, I'm gonna clean up
your shitty little asshole right now." Alexis took a small enema bag from the
chest and went over to a small bathroom in the basement. Trisha could hear her
rummaging around in the small room awhile before she returned with the enema bag
still in hand as well as a small bottle. Alexis poured the contents of the
bottle into the bag and hung it from one of the holes bore into the table before
disappearing under the table. Trisha winced as she felt the nozzle thrust into
her torn ass, but compared to the pain she had felt earlier it was quite
bearable.
Alexis went back to the bathroom and filled a rust patched old pitcher with
steaming hot water. "Don't worry, me and Justin plan to take good care of you.
We plan to have you in our little family for a long time." She looked almost
sympathetic, seemed to consider something for a few seconds. In a way she felt
almost sorry for the girl she stroked the teens brow almost lovingly while she
thought about the agony she was about to inflict on her, for a moment she almost
considered sparing her, but quickly dismissed the idea, after all, cleaning her
up was important "Now this first part may hurt a little bit, but we need to make
sure you don't get any infections don't we?" the blond cooed sweetly and
unclamped the hose allowing the bag, filled with a mix of rubbing alcohol and
peppery oil to flow into Trisha's ass.
"ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHGAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDD!!!!!..... Hellllllllllpp
Meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Trisha screamed as the over-filled and tearing pain she had
experienced before was replaced with a white hot burning, searing agony, her
being turned inside out as pain became all she knew once again. The raw exposed
tissues in her ass seemed to catch fire as the alcohol hit, it took a few more
moments before the pepper oil took effect, adding a hot itching burning pain
that kept increasing in intensity. Until the whole of her being became focused
on the ball of white fire of pain that had become her ass.
After watching Trisha's sexy body shake and spasm for a few minutes Alexis
pulled the nozzle from Trisha's swollen shitter and allowed her muscles to force
the alcohol and oil violently into the bucket beneath her. Spreading her cheeks
with one hand, she replaced the nozzle. A quick look at the girl told Alexis she
was so lost in pain she hadn't even noticed the nozzle being replaced. Alexis
carefully poured the hot water in to the bag and added a little liquid hand soup
in as well, allowing it to flow into the panicked teenager and wash out the
alcohol and pepper oil, it took 4 more bags full to complete the task, the
spasming girl was beyond being aware.
Trisha was half in and half out of consciousness her abused body spasming and
jerking, Alexis thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen .
