Joy Ride

By

Semiater (semiater@yahoo.com)

When she saw the red and blue lights flashing in her rearview mirror Stacy almost wet herself. She didn't know what to do, she was 15 and didn't have her driver's license yet. She'd taken her mother's car out so she could go to a party. It was supposed to be a huge party, the biggest of the year and she couldn't miss it. She'd been on her way to pick up her friends when the lights shone in her mirror. Stacy's parents were out of town so all her friends had voted her the one to drive them, none of her friends had their licenses' either, but with her parents gone, it would be easiest for Stacy. They all knew they had to get to that party, everybody in school had been talking about it all week. It was a field party, a huge blowout, there was supposed to be a band, and one of the kids in school had said he'd get alcohol since his father owned 4 party stores in town.

Stacy pulled off the main road and turned down a narrow dirt track. Her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as she brought the car to a halt. Her hands shook as she rolled down the window. The bright lights of the cop car flashed off the trees, and the spotlight was focused on her mirror, blinding her. Stacy's mouth went dry as the cop started moving toward her window. She covered her eyes when the cop shined his bright flashlight in her eyes.

"License and registration." Stacy kept her hands locked on the steering wheel, she didn't want him to see her trembling.

"License and registration!" The irritation was obvious in his voice.

"Um," She hesitated, "I don't have them with me." Stacy looked up into the light, she couldn't see the cop's face with the flashlight in her eyes. Stacy took her hands from the steering wheel and crossed them over her chest. She had on a thin tank top, she'd been planning on going into the woods with her boyfriend at the party, she'd never had sex, and she still wasn't going to let him tonight, but she'd been thinking about taking her top off for him, so he could see her breasts. The fabric was thin, and the spaghetti straps at the shoulders seemed barely thick enough to hold up the material. Stacy was 5'2" and definitely fit the definition of petite. Her breasts were small, but they were still large enough to keep her boyfriend interested. He was a senior and on the football team, she was 15, and a freshman. It had made all her friends so jealous when she'd started dating him, but sometimes it made her uncomfortable too, he wanted more from her physically than she was comfortable with, at least yet.

Stacy stared wide eyed into the flashlight. She felt the twitch in her cheek and thought she might start crying.

"How old are you?" Stacy felt the butterflies grow in her stomach.

"15 sir." She'd thought about lying, but instead, unconsciously, she tried to use the puppy dog eyes that had got her out of so many tough situations before.

"What's your name?"

"Um, Stacy Boyle sir." She could barely get out her own name. Her mouth was so dry and her stomach felt like a volcano ready to burst.

"Boyle, like Tammy Boyle?"

"Um, yes, that's my…that's my mom." Stacy regretted telling him immediately, realizing that he might know her and—"

"Do your parents know you're out driving without a license?" Stacy pulled her arms closer in around her chest.

"No sir, I was just going out for a joy ride, and…they're out of town, and…please, please, don't tell them." Stacy couldn't see the huge smile that came to the cop's face when she said her parents weren't around.

"Get out of the car."

Stacy nearly collapsed when she stepped out onto the dusty road, her knees buckled and her legs shook as she slammed the door shut behind her.

"Turn around, face the car, put your hands on the door." Stacy felt the tears welling in her eyes as she placed her palms on the dusty metal.

"Spread your legs." Stacy yelped when she felt the cop's hands on her hips as he began patting her down. She looked to her right and saw the main road nearly a hundred yards away. She heard the metallic click of the cuffs lock around her wrist as the cop pulled her left arm into the middle of her back.

"What are you—"

"Be quiet!" He grabbed for her other wrist and locked it into the cuff behind her back. He violently pulled at her pony tail and forced her to look at the sky, she could see the stars above. She was just about to scream when she felt the huge wad of cloth pushed against her open mouth. In an instant it all became clear and the panic filled her.

The cop took hold of her shoulders and turned Stacy around. He pushed her back until she was pressed against the car. Stacy could see his face clearly for the first time. She prayed a car would pass on the road but none did. The cop was huge, at least 6'4", and he was ugly, his face was pockmarked and revolting, he didn't look like he could chase down a criminal if he wanted to, his gut flopped over his belt. When she looked closer at the disgusting roll of fat Stacy noticed the gun, her eyes locked on the blue steel.

Stacy screamed ineffectually into the wadded cloth as the cop clamped his meaty hands on her young breasts, his long fingers dug into her soft flesh. Unlike her boyfriend's soft caresses, the cop's hands squeezed and pinched her with no gentleness at all. One of the cop's hands left her chest and moved up between her spread legs, she could feel his fingers rubbing her virginal sex through the thin denim of her jeans.

"Your mom turned me down when we were in high school because she was dating that asshole father of yours, I think it's time I get me a piece of one of the Boyle girls..." With his hand up between her legs the cop easily lifted Stacy off the ground and put her over his shoulder, he carried her toward the cop car. Stacy heard the trunk pop and the cop tossed her down hard on the large first aid kit and spare tire inside, she barely had room to move in the overstuffed trunk. In an instant the world went completely black as the trunk lid shut above her.

Stacy could barely breathe for the next 15 minutes, it wasn't for lack of air, it was panic, she was hyperventilating, she thought she'd die. Every bump, at every turn of the car, she thought she'd wet herself. When the cruiser finally came to a halt she waited for the trunk to open. Every noise made her whimper. She tried to scream but she knew that with the gag in her mouth, and being locked in the trunk, she wouldn't make much noise. When the lid finally did open she was balling like a little child. She couldn't even see the figures that loomed outside the car. She felt the hands grab for her arms and legs lifting her from the trunk. It was pitch black outside and she couldn't see anything, but she knew there were two people carrying her. Not until she saw the small line of light coming from a cracked open door could she see the outlines of the two men holding her. She felt the sharp point of one of the men's badges at her thigh when he lifted her legs onto his shoulder.

The heavy steel door slammed shut behind them as they moved down a long dark hall. The walls were painted cement, and even in the low light Stacy could see the disrepair. The air was humid and stunk, but not of disuse, it smelt more like a locker room, it smelt of urine and bodily fluids.

Stacy whined into the gag as the two men carried her into a room off the hall. They flipped on the bright overhead lights and set her down on a wooden chair set to the side of a small table. The room was dank, but it was better than the hallway. Two more wooden chairs sat opposite the table. The room was painted pink, and one wall was composed mainly of a huge mirror, it nearly filled the whole surface.

The two cops left as soon as they'd set her down. Stacy flinched as the heavy steel door slammed shut, leaving her alone in the room. Stacy pulled at the cuffs locking her hands together, she knew she couldn't budge the metal, but still she tried. She looked at the mirror, she'd seen enough TV to know that it was one way glass and they were probably watching her. Even in the humid air her nipples were hard and the fabric of her top did nothing to hide the fact. She wished she could cover herself, she felt naked. She thought about standing up but couldn't, her legs felt like jello and she knew the cops were just behind the mirror so it wouldn't do any good. The second cop hadn't been as huge as the one that had pulled her over, but still he'd towered over her.

A mouse like squeak escaped unconsciously from her as she felt the hard wood of the seat beneath her. She was terrified, she could feel her body grow wet with sweat. She looked down at her cleavage and wished she'd never worn the wonder bra. Her rounded mounds glistened with perspiration.

Stacy twisted her head violently towards the door when it opened, the two cops entered the room, they'd taken off their dress uniform blouses and were now in t-shirts. Stacy stared horrified at the muscled arms of the second cop, he was a good 3" shorter than the guy who'd pulled her over, but that still put him at over 6', and he was built like the hulk. The cops didn't have on their gun belts, but the one, the tall one, carried with him a black bag, while the other one had his nightstick gripped firmly in his hand.

The cops pulled the two chairs in front of Stacy and sat down. The shorter cop leaned back in his, Stacy could see the bulge in his black pants clearly.

Stacy jerked away as the tall cop reached for her cheek but he caught her chin and held her still while he removed the wadded cloth from her mouth. She coughed and sputtered trying to adjust to the removal of the gag, then she started to beg.

"Please, please, what are you—"The tall officer put his finger to his lips as sign for her to be quiet.

"Miss Boyle, I'm Officer Brown and this is Officer White, you will only refer to us as Sir's from now on." He paused, Stacy could only look at the floor. "I've checked the records and you are 15, I'm glad you didn't lie to me about that."

"I—"Officer Brown needed only to start lifting his arm before Stacy went quiet.

"I called your home and there was no answer, I was able to speak with your neighbor though, and she confirmed your parents are gone and that you are home alone. It was touching, she was quite concerned." The tall cop crossed his hands over his chest. "I don't know if you understand the gravity of driving without a license Miss Boyle, or worse yet, possession of a controlled substance."

"I didn't…" Stacy couldn't finish. Officer Brown loved the shock in her eyes. He'd lied about the drugs of course, but she didn't need to know.

"Judging by the shock in your face, maybe they weren't your drugs after all. Are your mommy and daddy pot heads or drug runners?" Stacy was too in startled to respond.

"Well, either way, you were driving the car, and you were caught in possession, so in the eyes of the court they were your drugs. Do you know the sentence for possession in this state Miss Boyle?"

"I, um…" She was still in shock and couldn't respond.

"20 years Miss, 20 years, though, you are a juvenile and it is your first offense, I suppose we're talking juvy till you're 18, and then…" Stacy let out a small whimper, her eyes were glazed over, she had no idea he was lying.

"Have you ever heard of what happens to girls in juvy Miss Boyle? Hell, I can tell you, I was up there just last week. The Warden, oh, his official title isn't Warden, they've got some euphemistic term that sounds more pleasant, but lets be real, he's a Warden. Well, he was telling me what usually happens to the new girls. There are these gangs of little bitches in juvy that run the place and they attack the new girls as soon as they get there to establish their power. They drag the new ones into the showers, and all these girls get around and hold the new one down, and then, they rape her with a broom stick." Officer Brown grinned, his gleaming white teeth shone in the lights. "But not a thin little thing," The reclining cop held up his nightstick as an example, "no, they have this stick that's damn near 3" in diameter. The Warden says that the girls usually end up in the hospital ward after their first rape with the stick, especially the virgins." Stacy couldn't even react, her heart was pounding, her head was ringing. She looked up at the big cop--Officer Brown--he had his hand under his chin and was grinning.

"I suppose you would wonder why the Warden doesn't put a stop to these rapes if he knows about them?" Stacy jerked her legs to the side as he reached out and touched her bare knee. "Well, he's got this little business on the side, video's and whores, at least for the pretty ones," the cop ran his hand up her thigh, "like you. He rents them out. That's why I was up there. I busted this girl for shoplifting a few weeks ago, her parent's didn't have the cash for a lawyer, so they made a deal to put her in juvenile till she was 18. She's got 2 more years left, she's going to be a good earner for the Warden, and me…" The tall cop smiled. "…I got a piece of the action for arranging it all." He ran his hand over Stacy's leg, "Man she was one hot little slut, I didn't want to take my dick out of that tight snatch of hers. I guess the Warden had a whole football team buy her for the night just after I left." Stacy squealed as the cop grabbed her knee. His hand encircled her thigh. "Doesn't that sound like fun Miss Boyle?" Stacy was sobbing, her body shook like a leaf. The tears streaked down her face and her breasts heaved as she could barely contain herself.

"And the guards up there," he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, "they're allowed to fuck the girls whenever they want. In the guard stations they have these eye bolts in the floor, on the long shifts they just chain whichever girl they want right there under the table. Oh, and don't think it's just guys, they have women guards too, I hear that's worse, at least the guys they'll spew their load in your mouth and you'll get a break," he ran his and over her lips, "but the women officers they just sit there skirts up and the girl has to beaver away for hours, though, if you like that sort of thing?" Officer Brown smiled maliciously and pinched Stacy's nipple. "The girl I got for shoplifting, I went up there to interrogate her, maybe find a little more out about the case," he winked at Stacy, "well, they have these rooms set up to do the questioning in, I never did get any information out of her, she was screaming too loud for me to really get much. They have these little rubber coated canes they give to the guards, it sure does make a pretty sound when it hits your tits." He squeezed Stacy's breast.

The huge cop stood up, he turned his back on her.

"So Miss Boyle, what do you think we should do, you've committed a serious crime, I should just call the judge and set up an arraignment date." Officer Brown turned toward her, she could see the massive bulge in his pants. Her boyfriend had made her touch his thing once, he'd held her hand down and made her rub it through his jeans, but it was nothing like what she saw now in the cop's pants. Her eyes were fixated on the pole that ran down the inside of his thigh.

"Stand up Miss Boyle." With her hands behind her back she struggled to her feet. She slumped her shoulders forward as her body shuddered.

"I think you know what will solve this problem Miss Boyle." Officer Brown held out his hand to the other cop. Officer White took a red ball gag from the bag on the table and handed it to his partner. The huge cop moved closer to Stacy, she took a step back and hit her calf on the chair.

"Open your mouth Miss Boyle." Stacy started screaming but the noise was quickly muted as the rubber ball gag was stuffed in her mouth.

"Let's get those clothes off Miss Boyle." She couldn't get away from the cop as he grabbed for her hips. The seated cop stood up and moved behind her. Stacy heard the scraping of the chair as he pushed it away and took hold of her shoulders. His forearm crossed beneath her neck and he held her still. She heard the zipper of her shorts fall, she felt the fly open and Officer Brown put his fingers under the elastic band and pushed the material to the floor. Stacy went to kick at him but he'd already read her thoughts and grabbed her ankles tight.

"Let's not be doing that Miss Boyle." Stacy screamed as the officer squeezed her calf tight. She heard the click and saw a switchblade open before her, she saw the gleaming metal raised in front of her eyes and she went still. Officer White held her tight with one hand while with the hand other he slid the sharp blade up under the shoulder strap of her top. Stacy screamed into the gag as the cold metal moved over her skin. The fabric of the strap cut easily. It took mere seconds before Officer White had cut both straps.

Officer Brown stood from his kneeling position and loomed in front of her. "Let's get that top off dear." He clamped his hands on her breasts, molding her soft flesh in his hands. Stacy screamed and tried to kick out at him but Officer White squeezed her neck and held her off the ground. Her ears were ringing. Officer Brown wedged his hands under the material of her top and pulled it down over her waist. Stacy flailed her head side to side praying it all would stop. The cop easily pulled what remained of her top down over her legs and tossed it aside. He stood still before her, she was reduced to only a bra, panties, shoe's and socks.

"Miss Boyle, you are a beautiful girl." Officer Brown stepped forward. Stacy thrashed in the grasp of Officer White as Officer Brown removed the clip on her bra. She screamed as loud as she could into the gag but it made no difference. Her perky little breasts were exposed to the dank air of the interrogation room. Her nipples were hard and pointed like little soldiers. Officer Brown softly flicked Stacy's small buds. She twisted her head violently while she continued to scream.

"Let's get those little panties off." The cop knelt down before her, she felt his fingers up under her cotton panties. Officer Brown held her thighs still as he slowly inched her pretty white drawers down. Her face was red as she fought desperately against the violation, but she couldn't stop it.

The huge cop held her panties in his hand as he stood up and loomed before her. Stacy tried to cross one leg over her exposed sex to little effect. She was shaved as bare as the day she was born, she'd done it for swimming the week before. She sobbed piteously as Officer White continued to hold her off the ground. He easily carried her over to the table, the old wood creaked as he lay her back on the top, her cuffed hands were pressed beneath her back. She tried to roll off onto her side but she was like a beetle pinned as Officer White stepped away and took in the vision of her nakedness. Stacy rocked her body side to side but she couldn't turn over. Her eyes were locked in on the two cops staring impassively at her as she struggled. She studied their gazes, hoping they wouldn't come for her, she pleaded desperately into the gag.

"My, my." Officer Brown started removing the belt from his pants. Stacy started screaming when he unbuttoned his fly and lowered the zipper, his giant cock flopped through the slit in his white boxers. Stacy redoubled her efforts to get off the table as her eyes were locked on the growing penis jutting from the officer's pants.

Stacy started screaming in earnest as Officer Brown moved towards her feet. She tried to kick out at him but he captured her ankles and held her small white shoes in his hands as he easily spread her legs wide. He pulled her along the surface of the table till her bare ass rested just over the edge. Her upper body wiggled side to side but with the hold the officer had on her legs, her body didn't move at all.

Officer Brown let go of Stacy's feet and took hold of her hips. The table was at the perfect height. It looked like the veins in Stacy's neck would pop as the cop brought the pre-cum coated tip of his cock in contact with Stacy's virginal sex. She held her head off the table and screamed as the huge cop was about to rape her.

Stacy's legs kicked wildly but to no effect as Officer Brown moved the head of his cock over the slit of her pussy. Her legs convulsed and locked straight as Officer Brown slammed forward with his hips, ramming her body onto his cock. Stacy's screams erupted and the piercing sound was deafening in the small enclosed room. For an instant her legs went rigid, then fell limp as 10" of cock pounded into her sex.

Officer Brown slammed into Stacy's body, her legs flopped free against the table, her head thudded lifeless as it fell back against the wood. Her long black hair cascaded under her head as she was slid across the gnarled oak. The sound of flesh on flesh reverberated though the room. Officer Brown's ball sac slapped into the crack of her ass repeatedly.

It didn't take long and the cop let out an animal roar as his balls pumped a huge load of gelatinous white sperm deep in Stacy's belly. It was like a seizure when the spunk filled her, her head jerked upright and her eyes went wide as jets of cum filled her belly for the first time, then her head fell back to the table again. Her cheek rested against the wood as Officer Brown pulled his dripping cock from her violated snatch.

"You're up Bud!" Officer White was already naked. Stacy didn't even move as he grabbed for her ankles and pushed her legs back over her body till her knees touched the wood. With the back of her legs in the crick of his arm's Officer White entered her as he lunged forward. Stacy's ass was a good six inches off the end of the table as her torso was pinned to the table. The officer slid his cock deep into her cunt, Stacy yelped softly as he drove his length home deep in her body with each thrust. His weight was heavy upon her and the matted hair of his chest scoured her sensitive breasts. He was slow and agonizing, with his deep brutal intrusions in her newly ravaged sex.

Stacy turned her head and stared up into the distorted lust filled face of the officer above her.

"Ya cunt, you little whore," his hips pounded into her, "how do you like that you little slut!" Stacy closed her eyes but the officer grabbed a clump of her hair and twisted, "open up slut, AHHHHHH!" he bellowed out as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Stacy felt the warm cum explode into her body. Had it not been for the incredible pain, and the massive throbbing penis in her belly, she would have worried about pregnancy and babies, she was only 15, but instead, all she felt was unendurable pain.

Officer White cried out in monumental orgasm. He crushed Stacy under his mass. Her aching wrists were pinned under the weight, the metal of the cuffs pressed into her spine. She couldn't believe how good it felt when the officer finally lifted himself from her. Her sex felt like a baseball bat had been removed when he pulled free his still rampant cock. She was able to roll to her side, away from the looming figures that stood at the door savoring the delicate contour of her back, and the subtle bulge of her hips. The muscles of Stacy's upper back convulsed as she sobbed.

"Don't worry Miss Boyle, we'll be back shortly!" The heavy steel door slammed shut behind the evil pair as the thud of boots disappeared down the hall. Stacy didn't even know if they'd got dressed after they'd raped her, she didn't care, she lay on her side, the mouth of her pussy twitched with the memory, and pain, of her violation. She could feel the cum drip down the inside of her thighs as her legs dangled free over the end of the table. Her body hurt more than she could even fathom. She'd always hoped to have her first sexual experience in a romantic way, instead it felt like she'd been ripped in two. She could only cry, her jaws felt like they would snap with the gag still forced between her teeth. The air whistled through her nose as she sobbed uncontrollably.

When the door opened again sometime later Stacy jerked her head up and watched the horrible pair enter. Officer White, he was naked except for a pair of boxers and his boots, and the tall cop--Officer Brown--the one that had pulled her over and started this nightmare, he had on boxers and a T-shirt. There was no mistaking either of their states of arousal, their pricks strained against the shorts. Officer Brown smiled at her.

"Miss Boyle, driving without a license and drug possession…" he continued to move toward her. Stacy tried to roll away but he easily grabbed for her leg and pulled her toward him. She was on her back again and her arms were pinned beneath her body, the muscles of her stomach jumped and spasmed under his touch. He clamped one of her breasts in his meaty hand's, her nipple went involuntarily hard with his touch. She stared up at the apparition above her, he moved his hand to her sex and ran his fingers over the smooth mound, Stacy squealed as he touched her. With his thick fingers Officer Brown spread the lips of her sex, they were swollen and raw, Stacy shrieked at his caress. He took the small nib of her clit between his fingers. She couldn't control it, she groaned in response to his touch, then she started screaming as he teased the hood of flesh.

"That's a good sign." He turned and grinned at Officer White. He took two fingers and thrust them into Stacy's battered pussy, her head flew off the table as tormented screams erupted.

"Let's get that gag out, shall we." Stacy twisted her head side to side as Officer White came for her. He locked two thick hands over her face and held her still. She was whimpering softly as he unlocked the buckle of the gag from her head. Gleaming lines of saliva ran from the red ball to Stacy's lips as the gag was pulled free. She coughed and sputtered, grinding her teeth together she tried to regain movement in her jaws. She could only get out one word.

"Please!" Officer White took hold of her hips and turned her onto her belly. Holding her there he turned her body so her head dangled free over one end of the table and her hips just rested over the other. The table seemed to have the perfect dimensions for her rape. Stacy could barely plant the toes of her shoes on the floor while her breasts were crushed against the wood. Even as inexperienced as she was, she knew what was going to happen next.

"NOOOO, NOOO, PLEEEEAASEEEEE, NOOO—" Her entreaties were quickly silenced as Officer White stepped in front of her and slammed his cock in her gaping mouth. He grabbed for her ponytail and used it as a handle to rape her mouth. Stacy gagged as the thick cock drove deep in her throat, she choked as the bulbous rod was buried deep in her gullet. She thought she'd lose it when the tip of the officer's cock jammed against the back of her throat. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't believe that the huge cock was that deep in her mouth.

The pain was incredible. She couldn't believe the searing pain in her ass as Officer Brown pushed the head of his cock past her narrow sphincter. Her upper torso jerked and she kicked out with her legs but she could do nothing, she was impaled at both ends.

Officer White slowly pulled his cock out of her throat, the volume of Stacy's screams increased as her passage opened. Officer Brown continued to inch his pole deep in her rectum, it felt to Stacy like he'd slammed the whole of his cock in her ass, but a mere 2" had made it past the tight entry. Stacy felt the hands at the back of her head pushing her forward and Officer White's cock began to disappear again in her mouth, she felt her airway constrict as the huge shaft filled her throat. The unbearable pain continued to mount as Officer Brown rammed more and more of his cock in her ass.

Stacy thought she'd pass out, the pain was beyond anything she could imagine. She thought her ass would rip, it was a pain, a sensation, she'd never felt before, ever. It was a sharp, searing pain, tears streamed down her cheeks in a torrent. She felt every ounce of misery, she felt the smallest movement of her rapists. She felt the rhythm they got into as Officer White slammed his cock deep in her throat and the tip of his cock battered the back of her mouth, she thought she'd gag with each thrust. Then there was Officer Brown and his deep penetrations in her rectum, his huge shaft was wedged impossibly tight in her nether hole. Stacy felt her insides burn with the friction of the massive cock against her virgin anal passage.

Stacy's eyes went wide when she felt the warm sticky liquid explode in her mouth. She felt the cum slam into the back of her gullet. She couldn't breathe as the slime filled her throat. For an instant she didn't feel the painful thrusts in her ass, she didn't feel the blinding, searing pain from Officer Brown's massive cock still filling her, but the respite was short-lived.

Officer White clamped his hands on the back of her head as she tried to pull her mouth free from his spurting cock, but he held her head locked on his huge shaft. Stacy was about to pass out when she heard the roar of pleasure from Officer Brown as he buried himself completely in her rectum, exploding copious jets of sperm in her body, she felt the pole spewing its essence deep into her bowels. Stacy had never felt so much pain and humiliation. Her young, nubile, breasts were crushed against the table.

As Officer White slid his glistening cock from her mouth Stacy could only let her head collapse onto the wood. A combination of saliva and cum seeped around her violated lips. Officer Brown continued to slowly piston his waning cock in her tortured anus.

She must have passed out because when she came to Stacy was alone in the room. She tried to roll onto her side but her hands were still locked behind her back. Her pelvis burned as she stretched her legs trying to touch the floor. She could feel the line of cum dripping from her gapping ass and running down the inside of her thigh. When she coughed glossy white cum dribbled down her chin. She wanted to retch at the vile taste filling her mouth, but all she could do was sob and wail in complete and abject misery. Her nipples were hard as she tried again to roll onto her side. The bright lights over head were harsh as she caught her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't believe the way her face looked. She felt disgusted as she saw the line of goo running down her cheek. Her hair was disheveled and she couldn't believe that only hours before she'd been ready to celebrate with friends.

Stacy yelped as she moved her leg and felt the pain of the rapes. Her head thudded as it collapsed onto the table and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She didn't even stir as the door opened and her two tormentors returned. She saw them move into her line of vision and stand over her. The officers had put on their uniforms again, for an instant she thought that they might let her go but then Officer Brown grabbed her pony tail and dragged her from the table till she was forced to get on her feet. Stacy screamed in pain at the strain on her scalp.

"Pleeaassseee, Stop this!" The slap across her face came with impossible suddenness. Her jaw felt like it was snapped out of socket. Stacy heard the click of the key in the handcuffs. Her heart skipped a beat as her hands were finally free again. Tenuously she rubbed her wrists where the metal had bitten into her flesh. She wanted to scream and run away when Officer White cupped her breast and took her nipple between his meaty fingers.

"We've got a treat for you Miss Boyle, we know how you wanted to go to a party tonight, so we've arranged a special one for you, with some boys that will really appreciate a nice piece of pussy like yours.

Stacy flinched and cried out softly as Officer Brown thrust a finger deep in her tortured sex, the tears streamed down her face as she tried to beg with her eyes, she was too terrified to say a word.

"What a cute little slut you are." Officer Brown cupped her chin and ran his finger over her cheek while Officer White pinched and twisted her nipples.

Officer Brown grabbed for Stacy's shoulders and pushed her ahead of him. Officer White held her hands behind her back in case she got any ideas about running, not that she had any hope of escape. She was sobbing uncontrollably as they led her down the hall.

"Please, please, stop this." Stacy struggled against the movement of Officer White, but he easily pushed her along.

"Please!" Stacy didn't pay attention to where she was. Her eyes were blinded with tears. Her legs ached, her body hurt, then the three came to a locked steel door.

"I think you're going to enjoy the party Miss Boyle." Officer Brown put a large key in the lock. Stacy's body tensed as the door opened. She tried to plant her feet and hold her position but Officer White moved her on almost without effort.

"You fucking bastards, you can't do this to us. What's the fucking idea of leaving us all in here, you can't—"The loud voice was silenced when the man saw Stacy being dragged in between the two officers. The man screaming was one of perhaps 20 men locked in the holding cell. The men came in all shapes, sizes, and ages. The man who'd been so suddenly silenced by the sight of Stacy was the tallest, he must have been 6'8", and looked like he weighed upwards of 350 lbs, but he wasn't fat, he was just huge. He had on a red cap, he was obviously a trucker.

Sitting off on a cot were 4 black men, one of which must have topped out at over 400 lbs. Also in the cell there were three men who looked to be at least 70, the rest seemed indistinct, threatening, but indistinct.

"Hello boys, sorry for dragging some of you down here by surprise tonight, but I've got a little treat for your inconvenience."

Stacy stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. The cell stank of human bodies and urine. She couldn't believe all the men were cramped in the little room. There was the huge guy with the hat, and the massive black man. She also saw a couple guys that didn't look much older than she was. Her mouth dropped when she saw the three middle-aged men in the cell, they looked like they could be her dad and she started screaming.

"Nooooo, Noooo!" Officer White slapped Stacy hard across the cheek. The faces of the men in the cell suddenly changed when they grasped what was going on.

Stacy fought like an animal as she thrashed against Officer White. Officer Brown put a key in the cell door and opened the cage. Stacy's muscles were taut and strained as she fought against the impossibly strong grip of the officer carrying her toward the open door.

None of the cell's occupants moved as the door opened and Officer White carried Stacy in. When he set her down just inside the door, for an instant she stood on trembling legs like a terrified rabbit, nobody moved. When the heavy steel door slammed shut Stacy just stood still as all the men stared her.

"No need to use protection boys, she was a virgin till a couple hours ago." Stacy started screaming and ran to the cell door. She'd barely been able to grasp the steel in her hands before the men of the cell came to life and pounced on her.

"Noooo, please, stop this!" Ted--the truck driver--was surprisingly nimble for a man so large, he had Stacy around the waist before anybody else had moved. Her tiny hands locked on the rungs of the door trying to hold on. Ted lifted her off the ground and was trying to pull her toward the center of the room. One of the old men grabbed for Stacy's exposed breasts, his withered old hands clamped on her soft flesh. Stacy turned to look at the werewolf like hair growing on his face. She could smell him, she could smell the age and the neglect as he pinched at her tits with his overgrown nails.

Ted tugged on Stacy's hips trying to get her to let go of the door but the fear somehow gave her the strength to hold on.

"Okay, if that's what you want." The huge truck driver let go of Stacy's hips, she pressed close to the bars seeking protection. It all happened so fast, she felt the other men's bodies move in on her. She heard the huge man drop his pants and she turned to see the massive pole heading towards her body. She finally let go of the bars but it was too late, 3 or 4 other men in the cell moved toward her upper body and bent her over at the waist, holding her still for the big man's rape.

Her cheek was pressed against the cold steel as she felt the trucker's penis at her sex. Looking through the gap in the bars Stacy could see the two officers watching outside the cell. One had a video camera and was filming as the huge cock easily slammed to the hilt in her recently opened passage.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" The scream was heartrending as the length of the truck driver's huge cock filled Stacy's tight sex. Her eyes went wide as she felt the massive rod deep inside her belly. She could feel her sex stretching to accommodate the huge member. Her mouth was gaping but no words, or sounds, escaped. She couldn't believe what was happening to her.

The huge dick continued to fill her, she felt it snaking deep in her gut. Before she even had time to adjust to the intrusion two hands clamped on her head and twisted it to the side. She'd barely had a chance to look up and see the face of the middle-age man holding her head before he pressed his cock against her lips and forced his member in her throat. All the while Ted—who some people called Teddy Bear, though, there was nothing gentle about the man—slammed into her from behind. It was brutal, the trucker slammed his hips against Stacy's ass, she was jerked forward and off her feet as he pounded into her. The loud thud of flesh on flesh rang through the basement cell.

Stacy gagged on the cock filling her mouth, it was the smallest cock she'd been raped with thus far, but the man was a sadist, she couldn't breathe as he used her violently. The man held her head over his cock, the jutting pole was jammed well back in her throat. Stacy could fell her face going red and she started going lightheaded. She felt the saliva pouring around the invading cock as her body tried to accommodate the unnatural presence. Her vision started to go black, just as was about to pass out the man let up the pressure on the back of her head and let her breathe.

Stacy almost forgot about the huge shaft that was pummeling her sex until again she heard the rhythmic slapping of flesh. The pain was intense. She felt her passage straining to take in the huge member, she felt the pain deep inside her as the pole slammed into her insides. She couldn't see, she couldn't see the two cops filming her, but she knew they were there, her face was buried in the groin of the middle-aged man using her mouth. She felt the sharp fingernails of the old man at her breast's, she felt other hands groping her. She was unprepared when the cock in her mouth started spurting. The middle-aged man forced her mouth completely over his cock as it began shooting its juices. Stacy thought the goo would suffocate her, it was thick and copious. She couldn't swallow with the cock buried in her mouth, it was like she forgot how, it felt like she was going to drown. The sperm tasted different than Officer White's, it was more bitter.

The brutal taking of her sex continued, Stacy could feel the huge man thrusting into her, his hands were on her hips, driving her onto him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her belly. She could only scream as she heard the roar of the trucker when he filled her with his spunk. She could feel it shoot deep into her body. His cock was pumping its load as it was buried deeper in her sex than she though physically possible. It felt like he was piercing her internal organs.

Hands continued to explore every inch of her body. The man that had taken her mouth pulled free, a line of cum ran down the corner of her mouth as she saw Officer White focusing a video camera on her face.

All the hands left her for an instant as the trucker slid his cock free of her tight sex. Stacy collapsed on the floor in a heap, but only for a moment, then she felt more hands on her. She was lifted over the shoulder of another man. Looking down she saw the naked black skin as he carried her toward where the other three black men stood around a cot. Stacy couldn't hear anything that was being said around her, the room was loud, and her head was ringing. She was tossed face down on the cot, her knees were on the floor and her breasts were crushed into the rough wool of the blanket. She felt a man move behind her. She looked back to see the biggest cock she'd ever seen lined up to penetrate her sex. She couldn't believe that there was anything longer than the trucker's cock, but the black man about to rape her, his was longer still. Stacy screamed as the huge pole worked its way into her belly. The cock was long, impossibly long, but not nearly so thick as the truckers. Hands grabbed for her wrists and pulled them to the sides of the cot. They needn't have bothered, she couldn't go anywhere, she couldn't escape the cell or the men, but she felt cords being tied to her wrists.

Another black man approached her from the front. She couldn't clamp her jaws shut before he slammed his cock into her throat. Again she thought she'd gag. Inch after inch disappeared between her soft lips. Stacy could hear the sound of herself choking on the cock as the man behind her continued to rape her sex. She kicked her legs wide as the pole slammed fully into her. Her knees scraped on the rough cement as the onslaught continued, she could do nothing to stop the violation. The sound of slapping flesh rang through the small cell as the men raped her in unison. Her neck was arched back to meet the thrusts of the man using her mouth, the pair of rapists got in a rhythm with their fucking. They exploded together, Stacy could feel the warm sperm fill her sex as she desperately tried to breathe, and swallow, the load from the cock in her mouth. She felt the burning pain in her ass as one of the men slapped her buttocks repeatedly with his open hand.

As soon as the first pair of black men finished with her the next two stepped forward. Stacy could hear the metal cot creak as the huge fat man she'd seen slammed into her sex and leaned over her body with his huge gut. It was all so sudden, it felt like she was going to be crushed. The edge of the metal frame bit into her hips as the man pounded into her from behind. Stacy could hear his labored breathing above her and she could feel the sweat pour off his body and onto her back. In any other circumstance she would have been disgusted, but as it was, the sweat pouring off him was the least of her concerns.

She didn't even suck the cock in her throat, it just pistoned between her teeth, in and out, ramming deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her mouth was wet with the spunk of her previous abusers, but the man raping her mouth now didn't seem to mind. He came quickly, his cock pulsed and filled her mouth with even more cum while the fat man continued to rape her sex, she couldn't believe how much it hurt. It wasn't so much the battering cock as the obese man himself and his weight upon her. She was crushed as the layers of fat fell on her hips and back. It sounded like he would die, his breathing was ragged, but he continued his disgusting rape of her, in spite of the dangerous sounding exertion.

Bubbles of cum formed at Stacy's lips as the man raping her mouth pulled free. She tried to cough, or spit, up the remains of the rapists, but to little effect. She groaned in exquisite pain as the fat man filled her pussy with his cum and collapsed on her body. He drove the wind from her lungs with his mass. Stacy couldn't believe what was happening, it all seemed so surreal. Her face dangled over the edge of the frame. It sounded like she was in a huge hall, all the sounds seemed so distant, she felt the crushing weight on her torso and she passed out.

Stacy came to feeling the throbbing in her sex. She could hear the guttural yells of the man raping her as she screamed out into the cell. It all came back to her in an awful flash. She didn't know how many men had taken her since the fat man collapsed upon her and she'd passed out. She was still bent over the cot with her arms pulled, and tied, to her sides. She could hear the catcalls and clapping of the men urging her rapist on. Stacy tried to lift her head. She saw the men looming around her, nary a man was dressed, cocks jutted obscenely as she felt the repeated pounding in her sex. Cum trailed out of her mouth, she couldn't scream, she couldn't react to the terrible abuses anymore. Leering faces smiled at her as her breasts scraped against the rough material of the cot.

As soon as she felt the explosion of cum in her pussy another man mounted her and started raping her anew. One of the old men limped toward her dangling head. She felt his sharp nails scrape her scalp as he lifted her mouth to his waiting cock. He forced her lips over the withered member. Stacy almost lost it when she smelt the old man, it was a combination of body odor, rot, and medicine. The old man rocked his hips and thrust his ancient rod in her throat as the man using her sex filled her with his seed. Stacy couldn't look to see the next man move behind her with her face buried in the tangled mass of hair on the old man's groin, her nose was pressed against his bucking hips. She tried to scream when the bulbous head of her new rapist's cock pressed against her anus. She kicked her legs wildly in the air as the penis was forced against her sphincter. She heard the old man wheezing as he fucked her face, his cock was soft, and she thought he would never be able to cum. Inch by inch the other man wedged his cock deep in her ass, sodomizing her for the second time since her had ordeal started. She heard the man groaning as he forced his member into the tightness of her ass, though she had been anally raped once already the pain was still unbelievable.

The old man moved her head over his cock again and again. Stacy couldn't believe the burning in her ass, she couldn't believe the incredible friction of the man's cock in her tight sheath. She passed out just as the old man shot his load on her face, the cum was like water and ran down her chin. Her head fell forward and hung limp over the edge of the cot while a new man slammed his cock in her anus.

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Stacy woke up when she heard the door of the cell creak open. She could only open one eye, the other was sealed shut with dried sperm. Her hair was matted, little clumps of spiked hair rose off her head, like the time she'd dressed up as a punk rocker for Halloween, but this time it wasn't hair spray that held the hair aloft.

She couldn't move, the thick, muscled, arms of the trucker were locked around her chest. She could feel his cock hard beneath her thigh as he continued to sleep, probably dreaming about raping her again. Stacy could barely make out Officer White moving closer. She had no idea what time it was, there were no windows in the cell. Men slept around the room in any free space. Stacy knew they had all taken her multiple times through the night, even the old men had tried to take her more than once with varying degrees of success. She had no idea of how many times she'd been violated. She felt the trucker's breath on her neck as he engulfed her in his grasp. He had fought one of the black men for the right to sleep with her when they'd finally finished abusing her. She'd felt little more than a piece of meat. Multiple hands had held her while the trucker and the other man fought, but it hadn't been a contest, the trucker shattered the black man's nose with one punch and had claimed her as his own. He'd fallen asleep on top of her after fucking her one last time. She hadn't even felt it by then, her body was numb from the rapes. She'd been forced to swallow so much sperm she felt bloated still. The men had jerked off into a glass and made her drink it. She wouldn't do it willingly so they'd held her down, pinching her nose shut they tilted her head back and poured the sperm down her throat so she had no choice but to finish the disgusting cocktail. At one time during the night three of the black men took her at once. One got on his back and she was forced to mount him while one took her up the ass, and the third raped her mouth. She didn't know how she'd made it through the night. The men passed her around like a rag doll. Her breasts were still red from the evil slaps and pinches.

Officer White peeled the trucker's arms away from Stacy's torso. She groaned as the feeling came back into her body. Even the slightest movement brought her more pain. She was over the officer's shoulder and being carried out of the cell before any of the convicts started to come to. The officer carried Stacy to what looked like an old locker room. He carried her into the shower and set her down on the floor so she was on her hands and knees. She wanted to vomit but she couldn't, her breasts dangled and ached as they swayed while she coughed. Officer White stepped away.

Stacy's body convulsed and she began vomiting, thick white sperm erupted from her overfilled gut, it was like she was frothing at the mouth. The showerheads turned on and water streamed over her. The sticky white goo ran off her body and into the drain. She didn't even pay attention to Officer White standing just outside the spray, recording her degradation on videotape.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later the water was turned off. Stacy looked like a drowned rat. Her hair no longer looked like a punk rock fashion statement, instead it stuck to her forehead. She couldn't cough up anymore of the cum, her stomach was empty but she couldn't get rid of the sick feeling, or the memory of her gang rape. Her sex was raw and swollen. Her ass burned.

Officer White tossed her a towel.

"Dry off slut!" Stacy wanted to cry, she felt her lip quiver and she wanted to ball like a little girl, but she knew after what they'd already done to her it wouldn't make a difference. She pulled the towel over her tortured breasts. She remembered how one of the men had dragged her behind him by pinching on her nipples. She remembered the chorus of laughter as the other men clapped and urged him on. She tried to beg him to stop but it was of no use, he pulled her behind him like a dog.

Officer White moved close and Stacy took a baby step back. He lifted a black strap towards her neck. She didn't know what it was, she felt the cold buckle on her skin as he put one end through the opening, and then leather cinched tight on her throat. She heard a small click and then ringing of a lock as it swayed against the buckle.

"Hands behind your back!" Stacy didn't hesitate, as soon as she moved her hands behind her back she heard the metal cuffs ratchet together and close on her wrists. She wanted to protest, to beg him to stop. She thought that it all must be a dream, a horrible dream. It was too awful to happen in real life.

"Go!" She felt the push at her shoulder and she moved in the direction of the shove. She was too awestruck to even say anything. Her bare feet moved over the cold tile. It had to be a dream she thought, maybe she'd got drunk and passed out, maybe that's why she couldn't wake up now.

Stacy listened to the loud footsteps of the cop as he followed behind her. Her nipples were hard in the subterranean air of the basement. She moved silently over the ground, her shoeless feet took delicate steps trying to ease the pain of movement to her body. Her inner thighs burned with each move forward. Her hair slowly dried as they passed door after closed door, the lights were weak in the hall. She felt a hand grab her wrist and drag her to a stop.

"This is the one." Officer White moved her to the side and opened the door they stood before. Inside was a narrow room, more like a hall opening before her than a room. To the left was a floor to ceiling mirror, though again she knew it was a one way mirror and there were probably people on the other side. To her right were height markings on the wall, she knew then that it was a line up room, like she'd seen on TV.

Stacy felt Officer White tug her to a stop on the centermost pair of feet painted on the floor.

"Stand still, face forward!" Stacy's legs shook and she felt herself blush. She knew there were people behind the glass and she felt humiliated at the thought of them staring at her naked body. She felt like she would faint, she could no longer delude herself that it was all a dream. An overhead speaker crackled and she recognized the voice of Officer Brown.

"Spread your legs!" Stacy started to sob. Her chest heaved but she didn't move.

"Spread your legs!" Stacy slid her feet wider, though not wide enough.

"Spread your legs!" The voice was emphatic. She could feel her breasts quiver as the tears streaked down her cheeks.

"Turn to your left!" Stacy wailed in protest but she turned so she was in profile. Her young figure was pleasantly outlined against the white background of the back wall. Her perky breasts trembled enticingly as she stood humiliated, alone on the line up stage.

"Face the wall, bend at the waist and spread your legs!" Stacy's sobbing increased in volume. She felt her sex exposed as she bent awkwardly. She tried to stare at the floor but she found herself looking back between her legs at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. Her sex glowed red and her labia were swollen. Tears fell to the floor beneath her.

The door opened and Officer White appeared. He didn't speak but grabbed her shoulder and dragged her from the room, when she was in the hall he started talking.

"You'd better not fuck this up slut, the buyer wants to see you play with yourself." She heard the click of the cuffs as he released the locks. He placed a smooth shaft in her hand and turned on the small motor, it started vibrating in her palm.

"Go, get on your back, spread your legs as wide as you can and start playing with yourself. Squeeze your breasts and start fucking yourself with the dildo!" Stacy looked at the 6" long vibrator in her hand.

"No, I ca—"Officer White slapped her hard across the face. Like magic he produced a red ball gag and forced it between her teeth. Twisting a clump of her hair in his hand made her spread her jaws wide to accommodate the rubber invader. He pulled her face close to his and spoke slowly and clearly.

"Go in there, get on your back, spread your legs and start playing with yourself," Stacy yelped as he gripped her arm, he squeezed tight, "you'd better make it look good, or else!" Stacy grunted in relief when he let go of her arm. He turned her toward the open door and pushed her back into the bright lights of the line up. She stumbled as she made her way along the small stage. She got to the center and turned toward the mirror. She wondered about who was behind the glass, and what was happening to her, then she got down on her back. She'd never felt so exposed in her life. Planting her feet as far to either side of her as she could she spread her legs, her whole body jerked when she touched the tip of the vibrator to her tortured pussy lips. The tenor of her whimpers increased as she moved the shaft over her sex. Stacy closed her eyes, with a free hand she pinched her nipples till they went hard. Her long fingers molded the soft flesh of her breasts. She had of course masturbated, but it had always been embarrassing to her. She knew she was supposed to have an orgasm, not that she knew exactly what one was, but when she'd felt her desire mount she'd always stopped, knowing her parents were asleep in their room. On the stage now she continued, she slid the plastic shaft into her sex as it buzzed away, but she felt no arousal, just abject humiliation.

Stacy didn't know how long she'd laid on her back and played with herself, she just followed the directions of the voice on the loudspeaker. She'd been repeatedly forced to ram the whole length of the dildo in her sex and anus, her wrist was tired from the effort.

They'd made her put her legs back behind her head, she was flexible enough and managed to perform the lewd display. When Officer White finally reentered the room that was how he found her, he loomed over her and smiled, she never felt more shame as she did then, contorted as she was, his grin grew wider.

"You did good slut. With that kind of show it was easy to convince him to buy you." Stacy's eyes were wide with shock, she didn't understand what he meant.

"Let's get you ready to ship!" He reached down and ran his hand over the back of her thigh.

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To Be Continued….

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy. I love hearing from people about my stories, it's always very encouraging. Thanks...Semiater semiater@yahoo.com

Joy Ride

By

Semiater (semiater@yahoo.com)

Part Two

The pair of sadistic officers carried Stacy down the hall and threw her into an open cell.

"Sit tight Miss, we'll be back for you shortly." Stacy started sobbing as soon as the heavy steel door slammed shut behind them.

There was a small window in the room, but it was too high up for her to look out. Stacy couldn't believe what was happening, it all seemed too surreal to be true. She couldn't believe that what the officer said could be the truth, that they were going to sell her. It couldn't be…

Stacy's heart skipped a beat when she heard the steel door open, she pushed back against the wall scraping her flesh against the rough cement. The two officers--now dressed again in their uniforms—reentered the dank cell.

"It's time to go babe." Stacy was screaming, though it did little good. She tried to scurry away from the pair as they moved toward her, but there was no place she could go, she was trapped in the corner. Thick meaty hands clamped on her arms and legs lifting her off the ground. Stacy tried to beg.

"Please, please, I won't tell, please, you've done enough…"

Officer White forced a large ball gag in her mouth, muffling Stacy's desperate pleading.

"Yes my dear, we've had enough of you," Officer Brown's long fingers squeezed Stacy's tits till bright red marks appeared on her skin, "we've had our fun with you, that tight little pussy of yours was really nice," The huge officer rammed his index finger deep in Stacy's battered sex, "but now we've sold you, and made a nice little chunk of change I don't mind telling you. I'm sure you'll enjoy being a slave for your new owner. I know he can't wait to whip those pretty tits of yours. He didn't stop going on about how pretty you were when you were on your back masturbating for him." Stacy desperately screamed into the gag, her head was pounding and she felt like she was going to faint.

"Don't worry I'll say hi to your mom when I go tell her how we found your empty car by the side of the road last night." The world went black as Officer White pulled a thick cloth over Stacy's eyes. In a panic Stacy began to fight, she tried to kick her legs and flail her arms to break free, but it did little good, the officer had a tight hold on her. She thrashed like a beast, but in quick order the huge officers' had her arms and wrists bound in thick duct tape. Stacy felt rough fabric pulled over her head and down around body, then she heard a zipper pulled shut.

The air was driven from her lungs as one of the officers picked up the large duffle bag that held her and tossed it over his shoulder. Stacy was too terrified to even wet herself. As she desperately tried to catch her breath she heard the loud footfalls of the officer's boots as he carried her down the hall. Stacy's heart was racing, they seemed to move on forever, till finally she heard a door open before her. For an instant she heard the sounds of traffic and the noises of the street, then she was unceremoniously dumped into an open trunk. Stacy started screaming, but the trunk was slammed shut before she could make a sound. She knew that the officer's weren't lying as she heard them roaring in laughter just outside where she lay.

The air was stifling in the car, Stacy tried to calm herself, to slow her panicked breaths, but the awful memory of the officer's laughs rang through her head as the sound of the road moved beneath her. She couldn't believe that they'd sell her, she was a human being, and this was the 21 ^st century, and the United States. Then the memory of the horrible rapes came back to her. She'd been caught driving without a license, that was all, and these two men had done things to her she couldn't have imagined a week before.

The constant hum of the road moving below her, and the panic, made Stacy loose grasp of time. She tried to roll on her back and relieve the pain in her arms, anything, a position that didn't make her body cry out in pain, but nothing seemed to work. Before long her arms were stiff and asleep under the weight of her body. Phantom images played in the blackness, Stacy knew it was all her imagination, but apparitions seemed to appear and disappear before her eyes, terrible demons haunted her, the faces of Officer Brown and Officer White were clear in her imagination. She would never forget their faces. She couldn't help letting out intermittent screams as the constant throbbing of the road drove her mad.

Somehow, through all the torture, Stacy passed out. The brutal happenings of the previous day, the aching in her pussy and ass, it was all too much, she disappeared into the only place of solace she now had, her own unconsciousness.

Stacy came too when she felt the doors of the car open. She rolled onto her side and felt the pain flood back into her arms as the blood started moving again. At first it was only a tingle, then they burned as full sensation came back. Stacy screamed in pain into the gag filling her mouth.

When she finally went quiet again Stacy thought she heard talking, or muffled voices, outside the trunk. She didn't know whether she wanted it to open or not. In spite of the suffering she'd endured since she'd been pulled over, she still couldn't believe that it was all true, she couldn't believe that it had all actually happened. But then there was that vile taste in her mouth, the bitter taste of the sperm her rapists had shot into her unwilling mouth. Her pussy was sore and felt like she'd delivered a baby, her ass felt like it was on fire, and she knew it was all horribly true. Stacy hoped beyond hope that her friends, her family, that somebody was out searching for her right now, and that it would all be over soon.

When Stacy heard the trunk pop she held her breath. She craned her head toward the sky even though she was blindfolded and zipped into a large sack. Stacy screamed into the gag when she felt hands beneath her. She was easily lifted out of the car and unceremoniously dumped on the hard ground with a thud. Stacy could only grunt in pain as her body hit the dirt. She heard the zipper on the bag opening and she felt the cool infusion of air over her body. Stacy took a deep breath in through her nostrils, the bag and the trunk had been stifling. The air was sweet and clean, she caught the whiff of flowers and pine, she noticed the sound of rustling leaves in the breeze.

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped from her eyes, the light was blinding, instantly Stacy shut her eyes, the intense blue of the sky was burned on her retina. Stacy could only scream desperately into the gag as she felt the burning in her scalp when she was lifted out of the bag by her hair. She felt the cool air on her shoulders and chest, her nipples went hard, bringing back the memory of the hands that had groped and pinched her breasts the night before.

Stacy squinted her eyes against the brightness of the day. Her eyes fluttered as the hand gripping her hair let go. Towering pines and oaks surrounded her. The sky was more blue than she'd ever seen, more gorgeous than she'd ever imagined. A pristine lake glistened in the distance, the sun's reflection off the surface made it hard to even look toward the shimmering water.

Stacy became aware of the large figures looming over her, terrified she looked to her left and saw a huge man standing there. Instantly she became aware of her nakedness and tried to cover her chest but her hands were still bound behind her back. Stacy hadn't even got a good look at the man standing over her before she was pushed to her knees her face pressed down into the dirt. She felt the cold metal of a blade against her skin as the tape was cut free from her arms. The dust made Stacy cough and wheeze with the gag forced between her teeth. Her body was racked with spasms as the man lifted her legs into the air and forced her chest down into the dirt. Stacy felt the steel of the knife against her ankles as the tape was cut away easily. The man let go of her legs and they thudded to the ground.

Stacy tried to move, to get herself into an upright position, but before she could hands had grabbed for her wrists. She could feel the presence of more bodies around her but she couldn't see them with her nose pressed into the dusty ground.

In an instant she was on her back, her arms and legs held in the air. The men had moved so fast Stacy could do nothing but moan piteously into the gag as her wrists and ankles were tied together over a long metal pole. Exploring hands pinched at her nipples. Stacy yelped as invasive fingers slid into her battered pussy. Sharp stones dug into her back as she writhed helplessly on the ground.

"Heave Ho!" The loud thundering voice of one of the men bellowed out and Stacy felt her body lifted off the ground. Her weight strained against the ropes tied to her wrists and ankles, biting into the flesh of her arms and legs, she couldn't believe what was happening. Letting her head fall back Stacy saw the muscled legs of the man who was holding one end of the pole that she was tied to, she felt like an animal captured on the hunt.

She couldn't see where they were going, just that she was being carried down a small, overgrown path. Tall grass rubbed against her buttocks and back as she dangled free from the pole. The rhythmic movement of the men's strides was torture on her wrists and ankles. Stacy could feel the air on her exposed pussy. She didn't know how many men there were in the procession, she could hear many heavy boots on the path but she couldn't see the men themselves, the forest seemed to envelop them, only the narrow path opened through the woods.

They must have been moving for an hour, Stacy's shoulders and hips felt like they'd pop at any moment. The strain was intense, it felt like her skin was being ripped away as the ropes dug in deeper and deeper into her flesh. Stacy moaned into the gag but the men didn't respond to her pleadings at all, they continued to walk along unaffected, humming and talking together. Sometimes the men mocked her, telling her how they couldn't wait to fuck her, but mostly they just talked amongst themselves, ignoring the girl hanging from the pole they carried through the woods.

The narrow path began to open up, Stacy still couldn't see what was ahead as she dangled from the pole, her breasts bouncing with the movement of the men. She could tell that the trees were moving further away from the trail, then they finally came into a large open area in the forest. The procession stopped for a moment as they came to a heavy steel gate. Only slowly did the thick metal bars swing open to allow them in. The tall steel spiked fence Stacy saw seemed to go on forever, it looked like she was being held in a military camp, her heart sunk and she knew she could never escape.

Once through the first gate Stacy was carried deeper and deeper into the compound, there were other fences, other barriers they had to pass through. From her awkward position she could see the signs along the path, ones with skull and crossbones, warnings to not venture into the woods and the minefields hidden within.

Stacy thought her body would break, the pain in her shoulders was horrible. When they finally reached what must be her final destination she was almost glad. She was carried out into a vast swath of open land. Military looking buildings were spread around the compound; camouflaged Quonset huts circled the center courtyard. A large elevated stage rose in the middle of the buildings, tall lookout towers stood guard around the perimeter, Stacy could see the gun wielding men who stood watch high above.

When Stacy was finally dumped on the dusty ground it was welcome. With her arms and legs still held in the air by the metal pole Stacy felt utterly humiliated. Guards loomed above her, their lust filled eyes were locked on her body, glaring down at her, smiling sadistically.

Without speaking the men slid the pole through her bonds till she was still left bound, but no longer hanging from the pole. Grabbing her roughly by her shoulders the guards lifted Stacy to her feet. Her respite from abuse was short-lived as they pushed her towards a large round carcass of a tree that stood off to the side of the courtyard. Stacy yelped into the gag as the huge men lifted her off the ground and hung the rope holding her wrists together over a hook in the trunk. She tried desperately to gain purchase on the ground with her toes, but Stacy's feet were well off the ground. Already she could feel the ropes digging into her wrists again, aggravating the already raw skin. She kicked desperately but to no use, her ankles were tied together and her heels scraped the rough surface of the wood. The guards moved away, paying little heed to her muffled pleadings.

Stacy's arms and wrists went numb, her whole body ached, her shoulders, her back, she tried fruitlessly to keep one thigh over the other in a vain attempt to cover herself, though it did little good. The air was cool, but the sun beat down on her body. She could feel her skin burning, Stacy was light skinned by nature, and the unceasing rays made her flesh go pink quickly.

Slowly the courtyard began to fill. Stacy watched in horror as men in fatigues gathered around the center stage. The men milled around the open doors of building, laughing and talking as if Stacy wasn't there. She could see them look over at her occasionally, but not often. The men wore camouflage outfits, Stacy could see they all had guns, if not a pistols on their belts, then rifles slung over their shoulders.

At first it was only a dozen or so men, then, as the time passed in utter slowness, more and more men gathered around the buildings. Stacy could hear their talk, it was a light din. Her whole body jerked and trembled in fear when she heard the mean erupt into a chorus of laughter. She knew they would come for her soon. All that she could imagine was their eyes upon her, her breasts, her sex…

The sound of a large bell rang through the compound, Stacy felt her body tense as the clapper struck again and again. There was eerie silence after the sound faded away, the crowd of men went quiet. Stacy didn't know what to think, but the all the men, their heads turned toward an opening in the woods. At first she couldn't anything at all, but then, through the gap in the trees she saw naked girls moving into the open, she saw the litter that they carried between them. Stacy was horrified to see a man sitting in a throne like chair set upon the litter. Stacy could see the girls struggling with the load, but she was more shocked with the fact that they carried anything at all.

"Please, Please, I've been good, please don't do this…" Screams erupted from the large courtyard, Stacy's eyes locked on a girl being dragged toward the center stage. She was barely clothed, she wore a thin, almost sheer, black lace outfit, it was like one of those kinky french maid outfits in lover's stores.

"Please, Please…" The girl was shocked into silence when she saw the man climbing off the litter. The naked women who had been carrying the adorned platform were on there knees, their heads in the dirt, their nipples scraping the ground.

"NOOOO, PLEAAAASSSSSEEE, God please, I haven't done anything wrong, I've been good!" The girl was in a panic, Stacy could feel her mouth go dry as the girl was dragged and lifted onto the platform in the middle of the camp. In the center of the stage rose two tall wooden poles, they were a good foot in diameter. Stacy could see the steel shackles that hung from the top of the posts.

"Please…" Stacy could hear the girl begging desperately, her whole body shook and trembled with fear.

With a sudden jerk of his hand one of the guards ripped the thin outfit from the screaming girl's body. He pulled hard on the lace till it tore and left the girl naked between the two men. Stacy had never heard such desperate screams from anybody as when the men grabbed for the girl's wrists and lifted them up to the steel shackles dangling from the posts. It took mere seconds for the guards to lock her wrists in place, then they moved to her ankles and tugged them wide, sealing more steel bands around her legs till she was bound to the two poles, vertically spread-eagled.

"Master, master, please, I haven't done anything wrong, please, why are you doing this to me. I've been good, please…" The girl pleaded to the man who'd been carried in on the litter. He was now seated on a platform a few feet away from the center stage. Stacy's eyes locked on the man. He looked different than every other man in the compound, all the other men wore military looking fatigues, they held guns, had knives and pistols hanging from their belts, but the man on the stage, the man the girl called master, he looked different. He wore a white suit, he almost looked like a colonial lord. He was clearly in control, it was obvious that the rest of the men differed to him, even though he had no guns or weapons of any kind. He wore a white Panama hat and carried a long black cane, Stacy could see the silver head of the cane gleaming in the bright sun.

The girl hanging between the poles was still begging desperately, sobbing uncontrollably as she pleaded, she tried to implore the man, but a hopelessness seemed to come over her, Stacy could sense it.

The man in the white suit started to speak, his voice seemed to float effortlessly through the courtyard, Stacy could hear every syllable, every pause in his speaking, even though he was quite a distance away.

"Be quiet slave, you know why you are here, and you know why you must be punished. You have disobeyed and haven't followed my simple rules."

"Nooo, PLeaassseeee!" The girl's shrill cry cut through the air, Stacy could see her body convulse, her arms tugged violently on the shackles around her wrists, but to little effect.

"You tried to convince one of the soldiers to help you escape, didn't you?" The girl was silent, even from a distance Stacy could see her face go pale with shock.

"You will be punished, you will be given 10, no 15, lashes with the whip." Stacy could hear the girl sobbing. Her pleas were barely audible.

"After you are whipped, then you will serve the needs of the soldiers, ALL the soldiers, for a week."

"NOOOO, GOD, NOOOO, PLEAAAASSSSSEEE NO!"

The shrill sound of the girl's screams erupted again as one of the soldiers moved toward her. Stacy could see the long braided whip in his hand. It all seemed like a horrible movie. The girl tugged violently on the bonds that held her wrists. Stacy could see the girl's legs desperately pulling on the shackles around her ankles.

The approaching soldier waved the long whip through the air for the girl to see, though Stacy knew from the girl's reaction she'd seen it in action before, whether she'd been the recipient, or just a spectator, like Stacy herself was now.

There was a pain in the pit of Stacy's stomach as the soldier stood behind the frantic girl, he moved her long hair off her back and pushed it over her shoulders. The girl screamed with incredible vigor, shrieking as he touched her body.

Stacy could hear the loud whish through the air, and then the horrible crack as the long leather bull whip struck the girl's back. She could feel the warm trail of piss run down the inside of her thighs as she wet herself. The girl's screams intensified, her whole body was racked with visible pain. Stacy could already see the deep red stripe cutting across her back, she wanted to be sick, it looked so awful.

The sound of the whip cutting through the air was like a spike driven through Stacy's skull, and then the sound of the whip striking the girl's back, that was even worse. Stacy didn't think she could take it, the girl's screams were inhuman, she sounded like a dying, suffering, animal hit with a gut shot during the hunt.

Again and again the soldier whipped the girl's back till bloody red lines crisscrossed over her body. Stacy watched in horror as the girl was revived after almost every blow. After a few lashes of the whip the girl could no longer keep her feet, she dangled, almost lifeless from the shackles attached to her wrists.

Stacy started dry heaving, she wanted to vomit but nothing would come out. Her head was pounding, she'd never felt such pain in her head, though she knew it must be nothing like the girl was feeling under the bite of the whip.

By the time the final blow of the whip was landed on the girl's back she was barely conscious. Stacy could hear her sobbing and wailing in pain. Though she was quite far away, Stacy could see the drool caked around the girl's mouth, hanging, running down her chin and over her breasts.

Stacy started whimpering as she saw the evil man in the white suit moving toward her. She cowered back against the rough wood, terrified what he was going to do to her. She groaned in utter hopelessness as the man stood mere inches away from her, looking her over like a trophy. Stacy could feel his eyes on her breasts, then her sex, she felt so ashamed and humiliated.

The four girls who carried the litter moved silently behind the man in white as he approached Stacy, falling to their knees when he stopped. Ready to carry him away when he was ready. Stacy could see the girls' heaving breasts. Their were rings through their nipples, and through the rings were small chains, the chains were attached to the poles the girls' used to carry the litter. Stacy could see the plugs in their asses, and the dildos thrust in their sexes. Small gold chains fell from the ends of the dildos and were connected to rings in each of the girl's labia, holding the large poles deep inside their bodies. All the girls were gagged with large red ball gags, leather harness straps cut over their foreheads, almost making them look like muzzled dogs.

"Put her in the box!" Stacy's heart almost stopped when the man in the white suit spoke. He wasn't speaking to her, but to the soldiers that stood in the background, awaiting his orders. The man waved his hand disdainfully toward her and turned to climb on the litter.

The man in white sat on the chair upon the litter, the chair was heavily padded and looked more like a throne. Stacy watched as the girls strain to lift the man off the ground, she watched the toned legs of the girls' go taut as they started moving forward, carrying the vile man away.

Stacy started screaming desperately as the guards moved toward her. They easily lifted her bound hands off the hook in the tree. Her feet didn't want to work when they set her on the ground, her legs were still sore, her whole body ached, but the soldiers didn't seem to care. They pushed her ahead of them, using the butt ends of their guns to drive her forward. Stacy knew she didn't have a choice but to move. She was sobbing, the tears streaming down her face.

Stacy yelped as the sharp stones on the path bit into her feet. A short way ahead she saw a small corrugated metal box out in the open of the compound. The box shone in the harsh sunlight beating down on its surface.

The closer they got to the box Stacy could see there was a small door with a barred opening facing the center of the compound. The opening looking directly towards where the girl hung from the poles.

One of the guards opened the small door while the other pushed Stacy headfirst into the small box. She screamed in pain as she fell forward, her shoulder hitting the hot metal at the back of the enclosure.

Recoiling in pain away from the burning metal Stacy felt hands grab for her hair, they pulled her onto her back. Looking up, with her head outside the door, she saw one of the guards looming over her, she didn't know what he was going to do but her body started trembling as his hands moved toward her head, she thought he might hit her, but instead he removed the gag from her mouth.

"Give me your hands slut!" Stacy lifted her hands above her head and the guard removed the bonds from around her wrists and ankles, then he shoved her back into the box, she landed face down on the dirt floor as the steel door slammed shut behind her. Stacy heard the lock click shut.

"Please, you can't do this to me, please, let me out, please!" Stacy scrambled to her knees and grasped the hot steel bars of the small opening in her hands.

"Please…" The tears streamed down Stacy's dusty face. She cowered back, letting go of the bars when one of the guards knelt in front of the box.

"Don't you know girl, a sauna is good for your health." The soldier stood up, roaring in laughter as he walked away. Stacy looked through the small barred opening, she could see the girl hanging from the poles in the middle of the compound, her body twitching in the sun.

Stacy fell back into the box, it was small, maybe 4'x4'x4'. She couldn't stand up, she couldn't even spread out, she already knew she couldn't touch the metal walls, they were too hot.

It wasn't even that warm a day out but the box was stifling, it sat on a high bluff out in the open so the sun beat down with unwavering intensity on the steel, making it like an oven.

Stacy could feel the sweat pouring off her body, her muscles ached already from the abuse of the previous night, and now it was worse. Her body was covered in dirt as she rolled desperately on the dusty floor of the box. Occasionally she'd break out into sobs, to know one in particular, just an involuntary acknowledgement of the awful things that had happened to her since she'd been kidnapped.

During the course of the day Stacy heard things going on outside the box, her heart skipped a beat every time somebody passed close by. She was terrified that they'd come for her again. She'd peer her head carefully out the window trying to see every time she heard a noise, but she couldn't see anything. At one point she heard a hissing sound at the wall of the box. She didn't know what it was at first, then when she heard the soldiers erupt in laughter, mocking her, teasing her, she knew they were urinating on the side of her cell.

"How do you like that babe? We've found a new latrine!" The men walked away, bellowing in joy.

Stacy was so dehydrated it was hard to even cry. She wished she'd never even heard about that party. She wondered what was going now, were her friends looking for her? Would the cop really say that they'd found her car empty by the side of the road?

Stacy didn't know how much time had passed, her head was light and every time a guard moved past she begged for water. It felt like she'd pass out at any second. Stacy could hear feet moving past the box, she could hear what sounded like wheeled carts moving past but she didn't hear any cars, just singing birds and the sound of wind high in the trees, it all seemed so innocuous, but she was in hell.

Her body ached and it took all her effort to get to her hands and knees to look out the small barred opening. She heard the approaching cart, but to her horror it wasn't pulled by horses as she'd expected. She saw girls' dragging along the covered cart. Two men sat in comfort in the cushioned carriage. Stacy looked in shock at the two girls pulling the men along. They were both grunting in effort as they dragged the cart up a small rise in front of the steel box Stacy was locked in. The pony girls' arms were pulled behind their backs and encased in thick leather restraints that ran from the elbow to hand. There were leather harnesses around the girls' bodies, looped around their breasts, up between their legs and over their shoulders.

Stacy yelped out loud as she saw the fluffy feather tail rammed in each of the girls' anuses. They looked like horses, each girl had on blinders and had a large bit in their mouths'. Stacy saw the reins clipped to rings in each of the girl's breasts and she saw them go taut as the riders turned the cart down the path, toward the center of the compound.

Stacy collapsed on the ground and fell into a fetal position sobbing in the dust. She couldn't believe that this was all happening. What had happened to her was worse than any nightmare she could have imagined.

Stacy scurried away from the door as it opened. She screamed as her shoulder touched the hot metal at the back of the box, then hands caught hold of her ankle and she was dragged out of the steel cell, she was thrashing around as the soldiers pushed her face down into the ground. They easily tied her hands behind her back. Stacy started to panic when she felt the rough rope over her head and tightening around her neck.

"Get up slave!" Stacy tried to get to her feet, but couldn't, with her hands tied behind her back there was nothing she could do. Her nose was pressed into the dirt as she felt the rope snug around her neck. Hands moved up under her arms and got her to her feet. She didn't think she could walk, her legs cramped with every step, but the guards continued to drag her forward, toward where the other girl hung limp from the shackles locked to her wrists.

Stacy's body was covered with a mixture of dirt and sweat, she'd never felt more disgusting in her life, though thoughts of a shower were last on her list of things she wished for now.

Stacy had no choice but to walk through the pain in her legs, the men dragged her, indifferent to her pleadings or her wails of torment. They led her into one of the buildings off the main compound. Stacy was glad to be out of sight of the girl, seeing her hanging there, the red stripes across her back made Stacy want to be sick, and it had just served to terrify her even more.

Stacy started whining when she saw the man in the white suit sitting against one wall of the building. Two girls knelt to his side, both wore white lace teddies. Each had thick black collars around their necks. Chains ran from their collars to the chair where the man in white sat, the chains were clipped off to eye bolts in the floor beneath him.

"Ple—"Before Stacy could even get the word out one of the soldiers slapped her hard across the face. With rough hands at her shoulders she was forced to kneel before the man in white, she could feel her jaw aching from the slap and the tears started down her dusty cheeks.

The room went silent except for Stacy's sobbing. Her eyes were locked on the man in white though she could see little more than a blurry image of him through her tears. Stacy felt one of the guards tug on the rope around her neck, making her arch her head back.

The man in the white suit looked around the room, he ran his hand through the hair of the girl to his left. She was a beautiful blonde, Stacy knew she couldn't be much older than she herself was. Her large breasts strained the gorgeous white lace of the teddy she wore. The girl sat motionless as the man ran his hand through her hair. There was a large red ball gag stuffed in her mouth and she wore heels that must have been 6" tall.

Stacy didn't have time to size up the other girl who knelt to the man's right before he started talking.

"Hello my dear. I hope by now you understand, and accept, the fact that you are my slave." He paused, as if letting Stacy take in the idea. "My name is Jim Anderson, though you will never call me by that name, to you I am Lord, or Master, or Sir, and nothing else." He hesitated, as if bored with having to explain to her anything at all. "You will do as I say, without question, without complaint, and without hesitation. You don't have any rights but for those I give you, and I can do whatever I wish to you. I own you, you are my possession." He tugged on the chain attached to the collar of the girl to his left, but she didn't move. Stacy could see the strain in her neck as she fought to remain still, in spite of the tension on her collar.

"If you behave you will be treated well." The man in white patted each girls on the head.

"If you do not behave, well, I believe you know what will happen to you." He gestured toward where the girl hung from the poles.

"Please, please—"Stacy started blurting out without thinking, for an instant she saw one of the kneeling girl's grimace, then she felt the hard smack across her cheek.

Stacy started choking when she felt the rope around her neck pulled taut, she tried to get to her feet but she couldn't, for about 10ft she was dragged by the rope out of the building, then one of the soldiers picked her up by the scruff of the neck. Stacy could barely manage to keep her feet, but somehow she did as she was dragged back toward the steel box.

Their was no gentleness shown by the men, they threw her into the box, her body slammed against the back wall and Stacy felt her skin burning as it touched the hot metal. She managed to roll away from the wall as the door to her cage slammed shut, her face was buried in the dirt, she could hardly breathe in the stifling heat of the enclosure.

By the time the sun was setting in the western sky Stacy was barely conscious, the heat of the box was terrible after hours and hours of the sun beating down on the metal. Stacy's body was covered in sweat, the dirt clung to her skin. She didn't even react as the guards unlocked the steel door. Tugging hard on the rope still looped around her neck the soldiers dragged Stacy from the small opening, her sensitive breasts scraped the rough ground as her hands were still tied together. When the men got her to her feet Stacy could barely stand. The muscles of her thighs and calves ached and constantly threatened to cramp. She'd passed out too many times to count after they tossed her back in the box. Stacy could do little but stumble along after the men as they pulled taut on the rope, her matted, stringy, hair hung in front of her eyes.

The soldiers dragged Stacy into one of the buildings off the courtyard, her eyes caught sight of the girl still dangling from her wrists on the center stage. Stacy cringed when she saw the vicious lines across her back once again.

Stacy was dragged into a Quonset hut like she'd seen in so many military movies. It was long and low. Once inside at least the air was cool, but it did little to assuage the fear Stacy felt.

Inside men loitered around, they started howling as soon as Stacy was dragged in. The men came in every shape and size, they no longer wore their military fatigues, just T-shirts and shorts. Stacy could barely differentiate the men as she was dragged around the room by the rope. Her body was dehydrated, her muscles ached and she could do nothing to cover her nakedness. Hands clamped on her breasts, moved up between her legs, exploring fingers slid in her sex. One man grabbed her by the hair and locked his mouth on hers. Stacy could feel his tongue deep in her throat, exploring, prodding, but no sooner had he started kissing her than she felt the painful tug on the rope.

Hands circled her waist and threw her down on one of the tables that filled the room. Stacy didn't have time to react, her hips were over the edge of the wooden surface, and in a blinding instant of pain she felt a cock slam deep in her pussy. Her sex was so dry and the rapist's cock burned as it slammed into her. She felt every agonizing inch scrape into her pussy.

Before Stacy even had time to scream more hands locked on the back of her head and slid her upper body over the side of the table. A huge cock was buried in her mouth before she knew it. Soon the pair of men were raping her without mercy, one slamming into her pussy with his huge cock, while the other face fucked her so she couldn't even breathe. Her legs fell limp over the side of the table while the man pushed down on her belly as he fucked her. The prick in her mouth touched the back of her throat and she started to gag. Multiple hands closed on her breasts and nipples, pinching and pulling while the two men brutally fucked her.

When the man raping her pussy blew his load in her cunt Stacy was almost happy, the unbearable friction finally eased and it didn't feel like she was being fucked by sandpaper. No sooner had the first man cum in her pussy when another took his place, Stacy couldn't even scream out as he slid his cock in her snatch because the man fucking her mouth shoot his load in her throat at that moment. She saw little white dots in her vision as the man raping her mouth held her head down over his shaft. Stacy felt the cum in her nostrils as the sperm exploded in the back of her throat and she tried desperately to breathe. Jisim trailed out her nose when she finally got a gulp of air.

The man using Stacy's pussy rabbit fucked her, taking her legs up over his shoulders her sweat soaked body moved easily over the table with each thrust. It felt like she was having an out of body experience, Stacy heard the loud slapping of flesh, she felt the throbbing in her pussy and the muscles of her hips screaming in pain as the man used her without mercy. The violent fucking at least prevented any of the men from taking her mouth, but the respite would be short-lived as Stacy felt the warm sperm flood her pussy.

In a matter of seconds more men stepped up to her wary body, two men at a time took her. With her head dangling over one edge of the wood surface the men would bury their cocks in her throat, sometimes using a small stool to give them a better angle to rape her mouth. One after another they used her, shooting their loads in her mouth, sometimes draining their cocks on her forehead till the cum ran though her dirt covered hair. Some of the men made her lick their balls, forcing their testicles in Stacy's mouth till they were covered with the cum of her previous rapists. All the while men continued to use her pussy. Stacy could feel the constant rutting, the pricks disappearing deep in her cunt, till they too deposited their cum in her belly.

Stacy was almost unconscious when she felt the burning at her pussy lips. Bubbles of cum expanded from her mouth as she tried to lift her head to see what they were doing. She felt the hands at her labia, spreading the delicate flesh, then she felt the pain. When she finally was able to lift her head enough to see Stacy saw what they were doing, she saw the cubes of ice they ran over her swollen sex. She wanted to scream but she couldn't even muster the energy to do so. Two men each held one of her ankle's and spread them wide till her hips were strained. The ice was impossibly cold on her pussy.

Stacy managed to scream when she felt the small ball of ice thrust in her sex. She felt the man's fingers pushing it deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt the second cube forced in her sex but didn't see it happen, one of the men climbed on the small little stool and arched Stacy's head back. She barely caught a full breath before another large cock filled her mouth.

Stacy couldn't feel her arms when she woke up, her chin was resting against her chest, the cum seeping out of her gaping mouth. Then the pain hit her. She heard the loud crack of leather, then she felt the pain in her breast. It took a moment for her to realize her arms were pulled over her head and tied to the ceiling. She could barely see, drying cum was plastered against her lashes so her eyes were almost sealed shut.

She was on her knees, she realized she was on her knees when the leather smacked her other breast. Arching her head back Stacy screamed as the pain flooded through her body. She didn't know how long she'd been out, she just remembered they'd tied her like this, with her hands above her head, kneeling on the ground, at some point during the night.

The men had seemingly tired of her, they'd actually left her alone for a time after they'd bound her. Stacy had just hung from her wrists, moaning in pain and utter humiliation. Then they'd come for her again, she could remember seeing the line of men in front of her, their dicks hard and ready to rape her mouth again. One after one they used her, they made her suck them off. It was worse than when they'd used her on the table, at least then they finished faster, they had two holes to use, but when they stood in line, waiting their turn, each man took her in succession. Some had large cocks, others small, each was thrust in her unwilling mouth till she started gagging. She could do nothing to stop them. They came in her throat, Stacy had felt like she was drowning in cum, it felt like her belly was distending. They came on her face, on her tits, the sperm running in trails down her belly and thighs.

Stacy screamed as one of the men struck her with his leather belt again. She could just open her eye enough to see around the room. Most of the men had gone, only a few of the true sadists had remained.

Stacy passed out just after she felt the leather smack her ass.

Stacy woke up in the box, she felt the bugs crawling over her body, she was covered in drying cum, moaning in pain.

She didn't remember being brought back to the box, but she didn't remember much of the night before, thankfully. For the second time since she'd been kidnapped she'd been gang raped. Her pussy burned, but she didn't remember them taking her anally, so that at least was good.

Stacy could just get herself upright, her hair was plastered to her forehead. No words would come from her tortured throat, only a hollow rasping sound.

The sun rose in the sky and Stacy could feel the heat building in the small box. Soldiers walked by, pony girl's dragged carriages past, all oblivious to her presence. Stacy couldn't stay kneeling at the door long enough to watch, her whole body hurt.

When the door of the box finally swung open Stacy couldn't even move. The guards dragged her out the door by the rope. Stacy could feel the cord digging into her neck, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. The men grabbed her up under the shoulders and started dragging her through the grass toward the center platform. Stacy was afraid to see if the girl was still hanging between the poles, but when she finally did look, she was glad to see the girl was gone.

Stacy was pulled into the shadows off the center of the compound. The high trees swayed above, wind whipped through the branches as the guards dumped Stacy on the ground.

It took all her effort to roll over onto her belly, when she did she saw the man in the white suit sitting in a large wooden chair before her. Two girls' knelt to either side of him, but they weren't the same two as the day before.

Stacy just moaned as she looked at the man in white, he gently nodded his head, then she felt a cascade of cold water over her head. It did little to cure the horrible condition she was in, but the cold water rinsed way some of the dirt and dried cum.

The crowd of men was small and silent as the water dripped from Stacy's forehead and body. The man in the white suit spoke softly, yet he could easily be heard.

"Are you ready to submit?" Stacy couldn't get out a word, her mouth was so dry and parched.

One of the guards took a ladle full of water and put it in front of Stacy, she greedily drank it down, making her belly ache as the liquid mixed with the cum still filling her.

"Please…" Stacy started begging, her voice cracking and barely audible.

The man in the suit gestured to the guards, the irritation visible in his face.

"Take her back to the box!"

"NOOOOO, NOOOO, PLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSSSSSEEEE!!!!"

"Wait." The guards' already had hold of Stacy, their hands were up under her arms, lifting her off the ground.

"You are my slave, I own you, and you will do WHATEVER I say! Do you understand?" Stacy mumbled out a response, inaudible and incoherent.

"Do you understand?" Stacy started sobbing as she mumbled out the word yes.

Stacy saw the man in the white suit tap the two slaves kneeling to either side of him on their heads. They got to their feet without being told and moved toward Stacy. The two girls grabbed Stacy under the arms, replacing the soldiers who had held her up before. Already Stacy could already feel that the girls' were much more gentle with her.

Stacy couldn't support her own weight, but the girls'--her fellow slaves--kept her upright. The man in the white suit stood and walked to his right. Stacy saw the carriage there waiting for him, in spite of her condition she studied the pony girls who were harnessed to the carriage, ready to pull the vile man she now knew was her "owner". The thought still seemed surreal.

Stacy heard the two pony girl's grunt in unison as the man climbed into the small carriage, she saw their hips sway as the weight came down on their harnesses. Stacy watched in horror as the long tails rammed in the girl's asses swayed side to side. Stacy could see the bridles around the girls' heads, and the rubber bits jammed between their teeth. Blinders sat on the side of the bridle and Stacy could see the drool trailing from the open mouths of the pony girls.

The man in the white suit picked up the reins, the leather straps were hooked to the girls' nipples, Stacy saw their skin go taut and the dark buds stretch as the man tugged back, making them arch their bodies back to relieve the strain. Leather bands circled the base of each of the pony girls' breasts, constricting, and emphasizing, the pony girls' large tits.

Stacy could hear the girls groan as they tried to get the carriage moving. Their feet were encased in large boots that almost made them look like they had hoofs. Stacy could see the strain in the girls' calves as they slowly got the cart going.

The man in the white suit, the man that now owned her, stuck his head out of the covered carriage and spoke to the girl's holding Stacy upright.

"Clean that mess up before you bring it into the house!"

"Yes Master!" The cart started moving away as the girls' holding her upright responded. Stacy watched the pony girls' breasts pulled taut as the man led them on. Their bodies were tanned golden brown and their hair was bleached blonde from the sun. Lines of saliva hung like webs from their mouths as they pulled the man in white on. Stacy heard a loud crack sound, then saw the small whip striking the buttocks' of the pony girls, driving them faster and faster, till they disappeared down a tree lined path out of sight.

Stacy could barely move her legs as the girls holding her up started down the path after the carriage. The scent of pine wafted through the air, she thought she smelt the sea, but she wasn't sure. In her condition Stacy could barely stay conscious, her feet ached as she stepped on small stones in the path, she wanted to scream as the sharp points dug into the soles of her feet, but she couldn't make a sound.

The two slave girl's helped Stacy down the path, holding her up, dragging her through the towering trees and thick underbrush. Stacy barely noticed the huge house they approached over a small rise.

The dark red brick monstrosity emerged from the trees, large swathes of windows covered the surface, never before had she seen such a massive building. As they moved closer and closer to the mansion Stacy saw the pony girls' at the front of the house. They were hitched to a post at the front door, naked girl's scurried around them, rubbing them down with wet sponges and towels.

Stacy was surprised when the two girls' holding her headed instead to the left, away from the front door and where the pony girl's were hitched. They instead headed parallel to the house and down a small hill.

The front of the house had meticulous gardens surrounding the porch, glimmering brass fixtures hung from the walls and ornamented the brick, but as they moved down the hill, the house looked much more utilitarian and plain.

The pair of slaves stopped Stacy on a brick patio, leaving her on unstable legs as they moved toward the back door. Stacy's body trembled and ached.

The girls' moved back toward her, first they removed the rope from around her neck, then they had to cut the cord from her wrists. Stacy rubbed her raw skin trying to regain some of the feeling when she was free.

When the cool blast of water hit her Stacy was shocked back into life. One of the girls' held a garden hose and sprayed her down. The dirt and cum drained off Stacy's body and left a brown trail on the brick patio. Had she not felt so good about being washed off Stacy would have been humiliated to be bathed with a hose, but at the moment she didn't even care.

With gentle hands the other slave rubbed down Stacy's body using a rough brush. The hard bristles burned on her skin, but it felt good to be clean, finally.

When the water stopped Stacy felt a little bit better. One of the girl's handed her a soft towel and she started to dry off. Stacy began to speak, to try and ask the girls' what was going to happen to her, but before she could get out a word the slaves both put fingers to their lips and bade her to be silent.

The two girls' each grabbed for one of Stacy's wrists and pulled her toward the sliding door of the house…

To Be Continued…

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