The Apartment - A Story of Betrayal by: Stroker This story may be distributed Ace electronically provided it is complete, unaltered and with this statement intact. The author maintains all rights to this story. ) 1994, Stroker Ace WARNING The "Apartment - A Story of Betrayal," is about non-consentual sexual activity. It is not intended for those that are easily offended. If you are in doubt, do yourself a favor and move-on now. If you are easily influenced by what you read and watch or if you tend to imitate the latest episode of Bevis and Butthead, then you better hit the "N" key now or be prepared to spend the next 15 - 30 years doing the tango with the boys in the state prison. What follows is a fictionalized account of an actual event, created from public records. All the major elements of the story are true, proving once again that truth is stranger than fiction. Identities and locations have been changed to protect the guilty. "No absolute can make the lion lie down with the lamb, unless he is already inside." - D. H. Lawrence There is a tendency, in stories such as this, to down-play or even ignore the effects of violence. There is also an inclination to show the victim slowly beginning to like and even desire abusive treatment. This is understandable, since the victim, usually female is forced by the very personal nature of the attack to speak of and even bargain for better treatment. This is often mistaken for cooperation. This story attempts to treat these topics honestly. Understanding the effects of violence may help to reduce these crimes. And now, without further ado.... Chapter 1 It starts earlier on Friday's and builds quickly to euphoria. By mid afternoon, everyone is relaxed and looking forward to the weekend. This was a good day at the city school book depository, all the shipments were completed, new inventory had been cataloged by noon. There is time to talk about boy and girlfriends, shopping, plans for the weekend and all the things that occupy a young girl's day. Johnny Barro threw the old yellow fork lift in reverse while it was still traveling forward. The slick tires spun for a second, leaving yet another black streak on the dirty floor. Johnny hollered "Miller time" to no one in particular. He jumped off and strutted over to the offices, while stretching his back not unlike a cat. Adjusting his Rockys cap, over a thinning hair line, John went over to the computer room where the two girls worked. Ashley, tall and pretty, was busy entering numbers on a keypad at lightning speed. Susan, the second girl, spun around from her terminal to greet him with a smile, her long light blond hair flowing around her. "Hi Johnny, ready for the weekend?" "I am always ready! Tonight is our final rehearsal, I am really looking forward to it," he said. "Dress rehearsal? For what?", Ashley asked as she leaned forward to turn the computer screen off. "Oh, haven't you seen the flyers I put on the bulletin board? I am producing an amateur talent show. You know how I love acting. I am always looking for an gig. I got this idea to make a video of myself and other aspiring performers, then show it around to all the casting directors. The best part is that the ticket sales will cover the price of renting the studio. Then I'll just sit back and wait for the phone to ring." He sat on the edge of Susan's desk and leaned back with his arms folded across his chest. Ashley laughed at the image of him waiting for the phone to ring with his big acting break. She knew that Johnny lived for roles in the theater. Over his desk he had a picture of himself with the cast of one of the big daytime soap operas. Another picture showed him with Victoria Principal. In the picture, he leaned towards her, dressed in a tuxedo, obviously taken at a cast party. He was much younger in the picture. "What are you going to do in the video?" she asked. "Oh I am not going to tell," he said good naturedly. "You will have to buy the video," he laughed. "I can tell you that George, from shipping will be in it. He's doing a guitar solo." "You got George to play," she said, unable to hide her disbelief. "He's so quiet. I would have never guessed that he is a musician. It just shows how little we know of each others private lives. Who else did you get?" "That's all from good old city book depository. But I have eight other performers, including two ballerinas." He got up and parodied a ballerina's turn on tip toe, to the laughter of both girls. "It's going to be great. Would you and Susan like to attend the rehearsal? Its no charge...." Ashley glanced at her friend. They had worked together for the last three months and had become close relying on each other's sense of humor to get through the busy days. Johnny had been talking to everyone about his talent video for the last month. He had even made a flyer that he posted on every bulletin board. Many people from the office were planning to attend the taping. "It will be immediately after work, won't take more than an hour," he added. "Yes, we would like to stop by," Ashley said for the two girls. "For a couple of minutes," Susan added. "Good. We can take my car and I will drop you off at the parking lot by six. You will have plenty of time to get home before dark. I'll get George. Meet you in the parking lot." * * * "I have an apartment on the third floor. I hope you girls don't mind, but George left his favorite guitar at my place." Johnny punched George playfully on the arm, as if to say it was all his fault. Ashley looked at George. He was always so quiet, only talking when he had to or when you asked him about music. Then he would come alive. In low heels she was slightly taller than him. She knew from the office that it made him uncomfortable to look up at a woman. Ashley had noticed that in other men. Men would go wild over her long legs but be upset when she was taller when wearing heels. He was always polite with a reserved friendliness. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. The elevator doors open to a narrow but well-lit hallway. The walls had looked as if they had been cleaned many times but could use another cleaning. Small hand prints could still be seen on the walls. A small child's voice is heard over the sound of a blearing television, as Ashley passes a door. They reached the apartment at the end of the hall. Johnny invited them in to the living room. He gestured to a small kitchen to one side. "Have a drink, this will just take a moment," with that the men disappeared into another room. Ashley sat at the small table in the kitchen while Susan poured a glass of water from the tap. Susan was on an another diet, trying to lose ten pounds even though Ashley assured her that she did not need it. She just had a soft full figure, that she accented with beautiful waist long, naturally blond hair. The young ladies complemented each other well. They were both twenty-two and single. But there, the similarity ended. While Susan had a full figure, Ashley had a dancer's thin, tall body. They shared a dream of saving their money to open a little dress making business. Ashley had even gotten Susan to join her in taking night courses at the local college in fashion design. They dreamed of opening a little but very chick boutique someday. "Ash, maybe we should go?" "When he comes back, we'll leave." George returned to the kitchen and took a long neck beer from the refrigerator. "Where is Johnny? We better hurry," Susan warned. "I have to get to the store." "There's no hurry, we have all night." George said quietly. Ashley clutched her purse and went into the living room, but Johnny had already locked the door. Chapter 2 The two locks on the door were not enough for Johnny. He propped a chair under the door knob for added security. "Listen, we have to go now!", Ashley said urgently. Susan ran out into the living room were George caught up with her. He grabbed her around the waist and put his hand over her mouth. "You are not going anywhere," Johnny said, he felt the waistband of her underwear under his hand as her pressed her stomach, holding her tightly to him. He ground his hips against her backside as she struggled. Taken by surprise, Ashley stumbled backwards into Susan. George shoved her hard into John's grip. Johnny held her in a tight neck lock with his left hand. Ashley found herself pulled close to him, her head locked into his shoulder. With his other hand he patted a dresser drawer by the door. "Don't make me use this gun," he said to Susan. Ashley pulled against him with all her strength. "Let me go! I can't breathe," she gasped. "Are you going to be good to me and my friend?", Johnny asked. "You bastards, let me go!", with that Ashley let out a piercing scream. Susan renewed her struggles, biting hard into the fleshy portion of George's hand, his cry adding to the noise from Ashley. A lamp went crashing to the floor. Johnny picked up coat hanger from a chair and hit Ashley with all his might on her buttocks. The wire coat hanger was completely ineffectual, bending with the hit. Ashley caught enough of a breath to scream again. George was starting to panic, his hand was bleeding, and it was all he could do to hold on to the struggling Susan. The noise was too much for even this easy going apartment. It was bound to cause unwanted attention. "Shut her up, shut her up," he shouted. Susan screams muffled in his hand.. Johnny dragged Ashley kicking and screaming into the kitchen. He turned up the flame on the dirty gas stove and held the coat hanger to the flame. Ashley with her face buried in his struggled blindly for each breath. She tried again to land a knee to his groin, but caught his inner thigh instead. Johnny winced, "You bitch." With his free hand he pulled up her skirt to where he could reach it with the other hand. Taking the coat hanger from the flame he pressed the wire across the cheeks of her ass. The thin wire quickly cooling against the girl's flesh. Ashley snapped straight, breaking free of the neck hold, both hands to her behind. It caught her out of breath, between screams. She was frozen in shock, her lips drawn back, eyes wide open, shoulders thrown back. Her white blouse stretched tightly against her breasts, the lace on her bra clearly visible. White on white. Ashley, in shock, gasped for breath, her mouth open wide without sound, arms flapping. John pinned her shoulders against the kitchen wall. Spinning her around he examined her backside. The thin nylon panties melted where it meet the hot wire, curving as the wire bent. He could see the pink line grow into a light red. In a few minutes it would be a dark red. The burn ran across both cheeks, curving around the far side interrupted by the crack of her rear. Dark brown of the burnt synthetic framed the tender flesh. The bikinis kept their shape, stretching tightly across her rear, vanishing to a thin strip as it disappeared toward the front. Ashley hopped from one leg to another. Even with her hands free she was afraid to touch her own body where Johns hand so freely roamed. It was incredibly erotic. John felt his erection throbbing like a horny teenager. She was his. "Bring Susan over here," John commanded, his power absolute. Susan had seen the wire being heated but was unable to warn her friend. Now she saw the hanger being put back into the flame. "No. No. Not me. I'll be good. Please don't hurt me!" The words just came out. Susan was unaware that she said them. "That's better. Let her go," Johnny said. "Beautiful Ashley, do you want another?", Johnny slowly waved the wire hanger in front of her face. "It will be your face next. What's that? I can't hear you." "No. Not again," Ashley cried. "Are you going to be a good girl? Speak up bitch! Are you going to be good?" "Yes, I'll be good," she sobbed quietly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Chapter 3 "The both of you stand over there," he said, pointing to the slightly bigger living room. George turned on a battered old stereo. Susan took Ashley's hand and walked slowly into the living room. "Now if you both are good, no one will get hurt," George said. "It's easy, I tell you what to do, and you do it," Johnny added as he took Ashley by the shoulders. He took his hands and slowly slid them down the front of her white silk blouse. Ashley found herself backing away, but he pulled her back. His hands roughly and quickly squeezed her breasts through the blouse. His face was intent on her body, a grin frozen in place. She felt his hand went under the waistband of her skirt, probing for her sex through her underwear. His hand was held tightly to her body by the waistband of the skirt. He could feel her pointy hip bones and the flatness where others had a soft stomach. Roughly he grabbed the waistband and pulled the skirt down around her ankles in one motion. His hand entered her panties and rubbed her bush before finding and parting her sex.. She froze every muscle of her body, intent on not showing the slightest response, deciding to deny him that pleasure. If John noticed he didn't show it. He continued his examination of her body. In heels Ashley was eye to eye with him. She willed her eyes to be cold and hard as she starred to his eyes. She knew that the tears streaming down her face ruined the effect, turning her defiance in to another vulnerability. The moment she realized that, she had to look down, unwilling to surrender but retreating inwards, waiting for the crucial battle that was sure to follow. The victor, John, took possession of her face. He gently wiped away a tear running a cheek, continuing on to push her thick auburn hair back over her shoulder. He enjoyed the way she twitched at his touch, so he ran his index finger around her lips, wiping her lipstick off on the tip of her little upturned nose, giving a comical appearance to a gorgeous face. She automatically moved to wipe her nose, but he swiped her hand away. Strong fingers clamped on her shoulder. Ashley realized that her fingers were digging into her palms. She pressed her open hands against her thighs to keep them steady. John raised her chin, with a finger, and kissed her with an open mouth. He laughed at the twitching as she clamped her mouth shut. Her whole body shivering with the effort. Turning her around he examined her backside. The panties had protected her from the worst of the branding The mark was now dark red, visible through the partially burnt panties. While still holding Susan, George reached over with one hand and traced the burn mark from her milky white bottom, to where her tan started on her other leg, curving back upon itself. The burn faded out where her underwear had protected her. He ran a finger nail over the line where the delicate pink material had been scorched. Touching the burn made her jump, taking both men by surprise. Johnny took her by the shoulder and forced her to turn her back side to them again. Pushing her hands away and did the same thing this time, while griping her hard by her left shoulder. Unable to pull away she could only cry out. Her face exploded with pain. Johnny slapped her hard across the mouth with his right hand spinning her head around. He pushed her backwards on to the old couch, both hands digging into the soft flesh of her neck. "Shut up, bitch. Don't make a sound, understand? Do you understand?" Ashley nodded, desperately pushing at his strong hands on her throat. She was angled with the small of her back on the seat of the couch, her head on the upper cushion. Both legs together, straight out and tangled up in her skirt. She kicked the heels off, the sudden push backwards having twisted her ankle. "You belong to me now. Just do what I tell you and you wont get hurt. Understand bitch?", he said waiting for another nod from the terrified girl. "Now take that off," he said, pulling at the blouse. With eyes full of tears she tried to raise the blouse over her head but could not pull it from under her. Johnny reached down and snapped it over her head. A button flew across the room. He removed the bra the same way, over her head, not bothering with the snaps between the cups. She stretched out before him, naked, breasts heaving with each quick breath. A gold cross lay in the valley between milky white breasts. Holding her wrists in the air he tongued each nipple, feeling them become diamond hard even while she whimpered. For the first time he smiled. Taking his thumb and forefinger he snapped each one several times, controlling Ashley with an iron grip on her wrists. With each painful snap, her face would tighten, giving a brief flash of perfectly formed jewel white teeth. Ashley looked over her shoulder at Susan. George, had torn the buttons off her print blouse and shoved the bra up around her neck. Susan was protecting her breast with her hands. George would pull them away to feel her nipples, and she would put them back. Johnny felt her through her panties, then in frustration pulled the pink panties down to join her skirt around her ankles. He opened her legs as far as they would go then probed her, admiring the narrow band of closely cropped pubic hair. "Look at this, almost clean shaven," John was stroking her golden brown pubic pelt, excited as a little boy with his new toy. George came over to admire her. He kicked at the skirt still bunched around her ankles, making it clear that she was to take them off. Still angled on the couch, holding her back straight, she kicked them free. Her legs were long with slim thighs, strong from five years of high diving competition in Jr. College and earlier in high school. She kept her private area trimmed closely for the thinly made light weight diving suits used in competition. Her hips were slim with a shapely waist, beautiful skin accented by abrupt tan lines. Lets see what the other bitch has," John chuckled. George ordered Susan to do a striptease. She stood with her blouse open, bra bunched around her neck, both hands pressed flat between her legs. She sobbed uncontrollably, not sure what she should be doing. George urged her on, with cries of "sexier" and "work it, bitch." Poor Susan, ground her hips a couple of times before breaking down completely. Her sobs became an incomprehensible cry of anguish. Finally noticing the futility of the situation, John resorted to "Just take it off, you dumb cunt." Susan tried to disrobe for the men, but trembling hands and tear filled eyes made it impossible. Ashley went to console her hysterical friend, hugging her, not knowing what to say, finally settling on, "Sue, it will be OK." Chapter 4 Someone ordered, "Take her clothes off," and said it again without response. The two girls were standing in an embrace, both almost nude, breast to breast, comforting each other, in a manner devoid of sex, that only women can achieve. Ashley sensed something happening behind her and eased herself from Susan's embrace. Anticipating the men, she stood back and undid her friend's chain belt, and worked her skirt over her hips letting it fall to the floor. Susan was wearing panty hose over full cut white underwear. Ashley looked over her shoulder at George, and continued. She knelt and helped her friend take off the panty hose then the panties. Susan stood naked her eyes looking downward into nothingness. Her long blond hair is disarray, tangled strands falling to her waist. She hid her sex with both hands, leaving her breasts open for the men's scrutiny. Ashley stood to find John coming out of the kitchen holding the coat hanger in front of him like a torch. A dishcloth protecting his hand from the hot wire. The pain of the first branding came back to her as John backed her into corner, threatening her breast with the hot wire. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do what you want. Please, John, just don't hurt me." "I told you to do what I say. You didn't, so now you have to be punished. Bend over the couch." Her legs buckled with fear and she slid down, protecting her self with her legs. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I won't do it again. Please don't hurt me," she pleaded in that special voice that all women reserve for getting sympathy. He prodded her legs with the thin wire but it had cooled. "Hold her while I heat this up." George lifted Ashley to her feet, while John returned to the kitchen. Susan ran to the door, and pushed the chair away from under the doorknob with a crash. George reached her before she could open the first latch. "Get something to tie her up with," John said. "I still have to teach little Ashley some manners." George tied Susan's hands together with her panty hose, tearing her watch off in the process. As an after thought he made her lie down on her back and quickly tied her wrists to her ankles with her legs in the air, exposing her sex. He stuffed the pink panties in her mouth and wrapped the selves of the print blouse around her head to hold it in place. Satisfied that Susan was not able to escape, George crawled the two steps to where Ashley had curled up on her side. Her knees were tucked tightly to her breasts. She was crying softly, her rib cage rising and falling rapidly. John, fully dressed had been standing over the vulnerable Ashley, idly flicking her pussy with the toe of his sneaker. He sat beside her and stretched her out on her back, then slowly examined her breast down to her sex before rolling her over. When John came back, he instructed George to sit on her back, while he took her legs. The coat hanger was held firmly to her skin. Face down, with a man sitting on her shoulders and legs, she could only gasp for breath then cry out with shallow, short pants, and beg for relief. "Are you going to be a good girl, now? Louder, cunt!" "Now, that's better. What a good girl you are." Chapter 5 Their attention turned to Susan. One man squeezed her as the other opened her up for their inspection. They played with her enjoying her body reactions to each pinch, twist or probe. To enjoy her better her ankles were untied. John placed her tied hands over her head and told her to keep them there. Her gag was loose around her mouth, fear alone was enough to keep the quivering girl quiet. John opened his pants and pulled his erect member out. It was too uncomfortable for him to sit with pants on so he took pants, underwear and shoes off. Sitting on Susan's breasts he poked at her mouth with his penis. When she would not open, he squeezed her cheeks. Tiring of the test of wills he her in the face with the side of his fist. She yelled, her mouth red with blood. John, thanked her then shoved hard into her throat. She gagged violently, her teeth scraping his thrusting cock. John took her face with his hand and roughly pried her jaw wider apart. His hand print was developing, like a photograph in red on pale flesh, on the left side of Susan's face. His fingers were making white islands in the sea of red, from the earlier slap. Susan was crying uncontrollably again, unable to follow John's conflicting directions to suck, lick and to suck again. In frustration, John got off her to get a wet towel from the kitchen. Sitting on her chest, enjoying the sensations of her warm breasts against his balls, his cock stiff against the little valley in at the base of her neck. Like the winner of a wrestling match, he delighted in towering over his prize. Gently he wiped the shaken girl's face with the cool towel, taking care to trace each curve of the cheek, each line from the tightly clenched eyes. There was nothing that she could refuse him. "If you're good, you won't get hurt," he reminded her. When Susan's calmed down, he pressed his cock against her clenched lips, slowly increasing the pressure. His hands on each side of her face, kept her from turning away and trapped her arms above her head. His dick smeared the coral lipstick, making her look even more vulnerable. Susan glanced up into her captors' eyes. That was all he needed. John bent forward scant inches from her watering blue eyes and held open her eye lids with one hand. He caught her gauze and held it far longer than he had too. Laughing, he leaned back and softly tapped her lips with his cock again. The defeated Susan obediently opened for his erection. Cursing her for her ignorance in giving head, John directed her actions, telling her when to work her tongue, when to suck then surprising the pinned girl by trusting deep into her throat. He could see her neck bulge as he fucked her deep in her mouth. Her body began to heave. First a trembling of her chest clamped tightly between his legs, then rising to a spasm around his dick stuffed far into her throat. Her whole body shook as she retched everything from her stomach. He came suddenly amid the bile. John rolled off her, leaving her in a pool of vomit. Laying on her side, bile and cum drooled from her mouth as she gasped for air. George was inspired by his friend's conquest. He took his pants off and pulled the struggling Ashley to his crotch. "Leave her alone. Take this bitch in the mouth," Johnny said. "You like sucking cock. Don't you, bitch? Well this time we are going to teach you to swallow without puking," he added. George still sitting on the floor, swung his legs towards her. John urged her to crawl to his friend by pulling her hair. He took her head in both hands and forced it around his swollen cock. John forced Ashley to watch as George worked the girl's head up and down on his shaft, her body heaving on an empty stomach, her spasms massaging his probing cock, until he came in deep, shuddering thrusts. Immediately, John shoved her onto her side and clamped his hand over her mouth. Holding her eyes open, he commanded her again and again to swallow. "That's good. Now bitch, I want you to crawl over here and lick me clean." Chapter 6 Susan was made to clean up the mess then given a towel to wipe the worse of it from her hair. The men relaxed by playing with their new found sex slaves. The girls were felt and squeezed, made to open themselves and placed in every position as the men tried to find their limits, only to discover that there were none. Each order was followed by a momentary delay as the girl's mind and body tried to understand what was only an hour ago completely unimaginable to a couple of young girls. "Bend over. Open up," then slower like speaking to a child, "Take your hands and pull you pussy open. Spread your legs, further," he pushes her ankle further apart with is foot. "Now pull your cunt open for me. Now that wasn't so hard, was it bitch? Speak up, Susan couldn't hear you." Sue had reached that point, that is so unbelievable to those who have not been physically dominated, where your every movement or breath is watched and analyzed and punishment is immediate and brutal. The cause may not be explained or may be totally arbitrary. Gestures and expressions of fear, shame or even disgust are allowed by your captors, even encouraged, but she quickly learned that resistance, no matter how slight is never tolerated. She also painfully, learned that masking any expressions from her face, only encourages greater abuse. Susan was bent over the coffee table, the virgin white sides of her chest beautifully enlarged by the soft swell of her breasts spilling to the sides. George enjoying making her squirm as he carelessly handled her clitoris between rough fingers. She had been told not to take her hands from the table legs, her knuckles were white with the effort. He lent over her with his legs spread on each side of her head, his erect sex probing her face. Occasionally he would pause from his play to dangle his dick over her mouth. The terrified girl opening her mouth when it got close, to avoid another slam into her tits, only to find to her relief, that he pulled back. Like a trained animal in a show she found herself trying to grab the prize with her mouth. Ashley was ordered to get two beers from the refrigerator for her captors. She gave a can George, and brought the other to John sitting on the couch. "Stand straight. Now spread those thighs. Good. OK, now kneel before me, bitch." John positioned her between his naked legs. His hardening cock angling towards the gold cross between her breasts. Ashley kept her back perfectly straight to avoid having it touch her chin. "Have you been fucked before?", John asked. "I bet you gave it away to all the guys." "Answer me. Have you?" he prodded. "No I haven't," Ashley said quietly. "Please, I am doing what you want. Don't do that to me, please." "Don't give me that, shit. You must have given it away. A good looking bitch like you must have had a lot of action." "I dated some, if that's what you mean." "And none of those boys ever took you cherry?" "We necked and stuff, but I wouldn't let him go all the way," Ashley lied, hoping for sympathy. "So, you really are a virgin?" Ashley nodded, and looked down at her hands folded in her lap. John reached out and pushed her head into his sex. Ashley knew what to do, and started to lick his shaft as John signaled to his friend. George rolled Susan onto her stomach and brutally tied her wrists and ankles together with panty hose then gagged her tightly. Crawling on her knees Ashley was made to follow the men into a small bedroom. A queen size bed was against one wall allowing a narrow walk way around the foot of the bed and the other side. John stripped away the clutter from the unmade bed and gestured for Ashley to lay down. They positioned her with her feet towards the head board, her hands dangling off the bottom. George took control of her arms, his erect sex brushing the top of her head, while John sat heavily on the thighs of the pleading girl. "Honey, you are going to give it up for me," John laughed as he placed his body at her most private of opening. Laying on top of her, he plunged into her as strongly as he could, withdrew and rammed home again, into the whimpering girl. George pulled her chin towards him making it difficult for her to make anything louder than a whimper. He plunged in again, not as a man making love to a woman, but to subject her to his will. A woman's body betrays the mind to protect itself. Her body began to respond shutting off signals from the conscious. Involuntary, her eyes closed and she began to move as her mind's eye watched helplessly as someone else took control of her body. She felt the pleasure welling up from her pussy colliding with the anger and humiliation, all adding to her agony. John quickly withdrew and rapped her clit sharply with his knuckles as George laughed at the girl's plight. The pain, clearly visible by its tremors, sharply cut through her body, immediately overwhelming all other sensations. A wave of pain shot through her with each throb oh her pounding heart. John entered her again, sitting straight this time, pulling her around him. She bit her lip, grimacing with every stroke, George's dick, leaving pre-cum streaks on her face, as John fucked her, pulling her waist hard into him as he came. He held her like that, tight against him, her legs around his waist as George pinched her nose shut. When her mouth opened to breathe, he took her. With her head on the bed he leaned forward supporting his weight with one hand and pinching her right nipple with the other. Ashley was fighting for breath, her kicking legs and twisting body giving rise to John's penis again. Her hands were useless, trapped over her head by George's legs. Finally he pulled out, and whispered in her ear "I am going to take your ass now and there is nothing that you can do about it," as she gasped for air through a raw throat. George turned her around on the bed. Her waist was at the edge of the mattress. Johnny, still on the bed, took hold of her wrists. Ashley knew nothing of anal sex and had no idea what to expect, but when John took her wrist then adjusted his grip she understood. Instinctively she tried to pull free, then kicked out blindly, all to no avail. John crossed her wrists together in his right hand and pulled her hair back saying, "I want to see her face for this." George stood, completely captured by the scene before him. A fantasy comes true, he thought. His friend on the bed had a hand full of her hair, her neck stretched and vulnerable had red marks from someone's grip. The muscles in her backside were dancing as she struggled. He took her first with a finger. Excited by how tightness of her virgin rectum he positioned himself then pushed in slowly, enjoying her tight rectum fighting back, then giving way and finally sliding up his shaft. Like a narrow hoop it slowly gave against the tip of his cock, sliding over the head, then more easily down his shaft. He pulled completely out and laughing re-entered her tightest hole. Blood was on her lips, as she bit down against the pain. John shoved a handful of the bed sheet into her mouth. From where he sat he could watch George as he fucked her ass, his hands on her waist, his face a study in concentration, enjoying sensation. Her expression on the other hand was changing constantly. As he rammed into her she bit down, lips pulled back, jaw straining, her face streaked with tears. When he pulled out quickly, her mouth would fly open as she inhaled as if her insides were being pulled out of her ass. When he pulled out slowly, she would throw her head back in a silent scream that was painful to watch. George withdrew completely noticing the dark red of blood amidst the refuse on his prick. He re- entered his sex toy, and again rammed hard, her blood providing the lubrication allowing him to go in deeper that before. He ground his groin against her ass, the warmth of her butt against his thighs an erotic surprise. He came then deep inside her tortured bowels, shooting another load and yet another before collapsing backwards. John kissed her forehead and let her sink to the floor. He did not notice her renewed sobbing. To Ashley the kiss, such a sweet personal act, was another much deeper humiliation that she couldn't even attempt explain. It hurt to move but she drew her legs up in a fetal position on the floor feeling but not caring about the wetness seeping between her legs. He left her there. She was harmless, lost in her own world of pain and humiliation. The Apartment - A Story of Betrayal by: Stroker This story may be distributed Ace electronically provided it is complete, unaltered and with this statement intact. The author maintains all rights to this story. (c) 1994, Stroker Ace WARNING The "Apartment - A Story of Betrayal," is about non-consentual sexual activity. It is not intended for those that are easily offended. If you are in doubt, do yourself a favor and move-on now. If you are easily influenced by what you read and watch or if you tend to imitate the latest episode of Bevis and Butthead, then you better hit the "N" key now or be prepared to spend the next 15 - 30 years doing the tango with the boys in the state prison. What follows is a fictionalized account of an actual event, created from public records. All the major elements of the story are true, proving once again that truth is stranger than fiction. Identities and locations have been changed to protect the guilty. Chapter 7 John noticed from the bed that Susan's hands had turned blue and returned to the small living room to check on her. Gagged with Ashley's silk blouse stuffed in her mouth, a bra tying it in place and laying face down with her head to one side, she was having difficulty breathing. Her crying had made her sinuses run adding to her discomfort. Not knowing any better, she had struggled while her girlfriend was being raped. The hose tying her hands had worked even tighter, cutting off circulation. Immediately John cut her hands free, wondering if she had already suffered nerve damage. With her hands free she was able to roll over. Instinctively she moved to pull the gag off, but found that it was too painful to use her hands. George came over going-on about what a great piece of ass Ashley was. He untied the hose from Susan's legs and bending her knees examined her ass as if to compare how tight she was. He probed her ass with a finger a few times before leaving her to join John in the kitchen. John gave him a red methamphetamine capsule from a Tylenol bottle and washed one down with his beer. They went back into the living room, to wait for the upper to kick in. It did not take long. Susan was nude, lying on her back, completely vulnerable her, eyes pleading and fearful at the same time. Ashley was brought into the room. She was walking stiffly, moving one leg at time a smeared blood and cum staining her inner thigh. Using an extension cord she was tied, face up over the low coffee table. Her hands per pulled forward and quickly tied off to the table legs. They brought her to an orgasm like that, her mind full of guilt and shame that she could be manipulated to tremble and quiver in pleasure while tied down like an animal. She had long since stopped being shocked by their laughter and cursing. She simply did the ridiculous things that they asked for as best she could, responding to bitch, cunt or cock sucker as if it were her own name. The only thing of importance was to avoid being hurt again. When they asked her something she tried to tell them what they wanted to hear. "Can you fell that, bitch?" "Do you like that, bitch?" "Yes, it feels good," she would answer flatly. As long as it didn't sound too sarcastic, it would satisfy them. Just be sure to move when they do something to you. Most of the time that will happen anyway, but if they, especially George, think that you didn't feel it, then they will just do it harder. He was the hardest. He did the same things that John did, but he favored taking an unwilling girl in the ass.. Everything he did was harder, intended to hurt, never any consideration for the tenderness. He would pinch her nipple or clit, just as hard as her butt. John at least would ease a finger or his body into her before pushing. George would just ram, sometimes missing only to ram again. John had Susan lick him while he watched George play with Ashley's clit. "Show John what he's missing," he said. The methamphetamine was beginning to take effect. George was getting hard again, but his mind was racing ahead of his body. He rubbed Ashley then climbed on top and tried to enter her pussy. But his body was not ready yet, and he was too hyped-up to work it in, he was going for a slam-dunk or nothing. He pulled back and hit her hard between the legs, cursing her. The blow overwhelmed her nerves, she yelled, as her bladder emptied. Her legs kicked out, toppling the table over, cord digging into her wrists. John held a couch pillow to her face. "The cunt pissed on me!" George exclaimed. "Nobody gets away with that. I am going to teach this cunt a lesson." "Wait. Get something to gag her with first," Johnny ordered. She gasped desperately for air as they replaced the pillow. A damp pair of panties was stuffed in her mouth and tied in place with a shirt. Twisting the table away, she was left on the floor, her hands still tied to the overturned table. George pulled the belt from his pants and hit her hard. The belt striking her breasts, the end wrapping around her rib cage, snapping hard under her arm. He adjusted his swing for the next hit. The tip of the belt down finding her left breast with a loud slap. John threw his weight on her kicking legs. George hit her again, this time getting an even red bruise across her stomach. Even though distorted by the makeshift gag, Ashley's plead of "Please" could be heard, repeated over and over again. He teased her a couple of times with light strokes, running the belt over her sex before strapping her hard across the thighs. "Do want to want to take it for your friend?" Susan was asked. She only shook her head. "Open your pussy, let George see what you have," John ordered Susan. "Spread her out." They sat on both sides of Susan, forgetting about Ashley for the moment. Susan's body was softer than Ashley's. The curves of her body were more pronounced. Her pubic hair full and thick while Ashley was cropped closer and narrower. She responded differently as well. She would cry out at every little slap, hit or pinch while Ashley would grit her teeth, crying out at only the harder hits. When she, in fright, inched her legs closer together, John gave her a slap on her sex, reminding her that he was in charge. She was laid out on the floor, each man taking their time playing with her body and mind. She entered into that covenant that all women dread, where everything is given over, their existence is only for the pleasure of another. For over an hour she was denied time to think of anything but responding to her new masters. A penis would be thrust in her face for licking or just to rub over her, dotting her with pre-cum. Another would enter her vagina or rectum, sometimes fingers sometimes something harder, thicker and cold. Always having to concentrate on the silly mindless orders, vocal or more frequently a shove on a knee or thigh, pressure on her head and she would have to interpret what it meant, and do it very quickly. She quickly learned that it was better to do the wrong thing than to be slow, for with every command came the chance of punishment. Susan never realized how vulnerable her body was, how easy it was for them to punish her and how each time her body was left a little more sensitive to the next discipline. At first they were contented to twist a nipple, mostly on her right side for that one always got hard first and was a little larger. Then George discovered how she reacted when a finger was snapped against her clitoris. Later when the novelty of her body snapping straight as if trying to stand at attention, had worn off they found ways to combine torments. Her lips may be held wide so her clit would get the full force, or an object placed in her pussy or ass to heighten the sensation. A man would enter her to get the full benefit of her spasm as the other gave her two or three harsh hits. What and who and where, taste and humiliation, having long since lost any practical significance to Susan. Her only care was to avoid more pain. Worse of all where the punishments for no reason. She would concentrate with all her might to read and understand what was expected from each push or each mumbled phrase, always working to make it good for them, moving as directed, faster or slower as directed, anything to please them. Anything to avoid another hit or pinch. Always hoping it would end yet knowing that after this there would another and yet another. Then without explanation or even talk among themselves, she would be turned this way or that, whichever amused them, one would take her arms the other her legs. Then they simply did what the wished. It was understood that she could cry out but never scream, the pain was too great to be worth the momentary relief. If they put something over her mouth she would immediately start to struggle, not with hope of escape but from a deep primal instinct. The amphetamine had taken the men to a sexual plateau where they were semi-erect, able to penetrate at times, but not ready to achieve complete erection and the sought after relief. They found themselves desiring more than their body could handle. One would lie on the floor, Susan on hands and knees, him in her mouth. The other behind her probing both orifices. An order is barked and Ashley crawls over and bending down suck on her breasts, then the other man. A shiver runs through Ashley every time her name is called, as if someone ran an ice cube down her spine. She still hesitates for a split-second in shock at the disgusting act. Somehow being called by name hurts even more. It is too personal to be told to suck someone's cock, or lick her friend's cunt. Worse than actually doing it, is knowing that you must do it, simply because he told you to. At one point she noticed that she was forced to bargain with her tormentor. "Please not that. It hurts too much down there. It still hurts from when you hit me," Ashley begged. "Please let me suck you instead," she said, eyes looking to the floor, sticky semen over the belt marks on her breast, soon to match the dry flakes on her chin. "What did you say?" "Let me suck you," said a little louder this time "Whats the magic word?" "Please. Please let me suck you." "Now that's better. George see how polite this bitch can be." Chapter 8 Slowly their lust grew and with it, their erections. The sexual tension in the little apartment increased. Ashley was now being made to beg for everything. "Ashley, what is that pretty little mouth of yours for?" John asked. "Its for sucking, sir," Ashley replied. She, like Susan was on the floor all the time, mostly on back or stomach, sometimes kneeling or bent over the coffee table. "And Ashley, how about this?" he asked, slapping her bottom. "It's for fucking, sir. Oh, no. Please don't take my ass again. Let me suck you sir, I will do it good." The eyes told him that her pleading voice was genuine. "Get on you hands and knees bitch," John said the harsh words in a kind tone while he opened his legs wide. Ashley new what was expected of her. She obediently crawled between his legs keeping her ass up, so the other man wouldn't have to hit her, and opened her mouth to his stiff member. George was interested in Susan this time, he pushed her toward the couple and arranged her underneath Ashley. Susan, stretched her neck to lick Ashley's firm stomach. George pulled her hair, forcing her underneath her semen covered snatch. A knee to her shoulder was enough to overcome Susan's repulsion. She started to lick her girlfriend's clit. John took control of Ashley's head and held it down, her nose buried in his pubic hair. George knelt behind Ashley and entered her vagina. Susan pulled away in disgust. Without stopping his penetration he pulled the girl back. Susan was lying with her face under Ashley's cunt while George fucked her. He pulled her chin towards him then away, her tongue alternately licking his shaft and the wet pussy. George came quickly, and shot into Susan's face. Ashley's body came in a series of quivers while her mind reeled in shame of the betrayal. The excitement ripped through her body to John who exploded his cum into her mouth, overflowing it dripped down onto Susan's neglected pussy. George collapsed on Ashley, pushing her flat onto the disgraced Susan. They laid like that for several minutes. John stood and inspected his harem. Susan's long hair was matted together with cum and vomit. White flakes of dried cum stained the face, legs and bodies of both girls. A disgusting line of cum was leaking from both girls. He ordered the girls to the bathroom. George filled the tub with warm water, for the eager girls. Noticing how anxious the girls were, George made the water hotter and hotter, while commanding them to remain seated while he scrubbed them. "You are both too dirty to have sex with me," John said as he emptied a bottle of Clorox into the now steaming water. "This will clean you out." The girls clenched at each other, pleading to their tormenters, as the diluted bleach seeped past their libia and scorched tender raw flesh of the vagina and the abused third enterance. Chapter 9 John let Ashley out of the tub first. She had waited the longest before whining and when he saw her tears, he knew that she must be really hurting. She would not be any fun, if she was whining all the time. Ashley pink from her breasts down. Susan with fairer skin was red where she was mistreated, around the nipples and inside of the thighs. John made her stand with her feet spread wide and hands stretched to the ceiling like a sacrifice to some ancient god. He knelt before her and inspected the red and wrinkled libia. Shaking her there would make her cheast tremble as she fought the pain. Ashley patted the bleach water from her hair as she watched her friend, knowing that her time would come soon enough. Back in the living room George had Susan lay down on the coffee table. He spread her legs, stroking her thighs to quiet the quivering. As he touched her sex she cried out, her legs springing to her chest. John and George examined the injured girl. "Better get used to it bitch. The night is still young and Dickey is getting hard again. Get something to gag her with, we wouldnt want to wake the neighbors." "No one can hear anything over the music, anyway. Not that anyone cares around here. They think its just another party." Both men were surprised to hear Ashley command, "Leave her alone. Let me take care of her first. She can't be good for you like that." "Ok. Fix her up, but make it quick. We aren't done with that pussy yet. Are we John?" the men laughed. "I need some water. And some skin cream or baby oil." "I dont have any skin cream or dam baby oil," John said, emphasizing the word baby. "Get me some cooking oil then." Ashley kneeling by the table arched her back, thrusting her breasts out and looked almost straight up at George with a sultry look. The charm worked. George came back with a glass of tap water and a bottle of Wesson oil. Looking around Ashley found her blouse laying on the floor. She tore a sleeve off with her teeth. She wet the cloth in the glass then held Susan open while carefully rinsing the bleach water from her with the rest. She used the damp cloth to pat around the folds of her lips and at her openings. Ignoring the jesting from the men she liberally covered her friends injured areas with the oil from the slippery bottle. "This smells a little funny, Sue, but it should help somewhat." To George and John she said, "Leave her alone, the bleach is still burning her." Watching their faces, she added "It wont be any good for you. You may even get burnt yourself." "How about that, George. Ashley is concerned about your well being. She doesn't want you to get hurt while fucking that cunt. Well if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. Get that bitch off the table." "Ashley get your cunt on that table. George, get a belt." His tone had become dominant. Susan sprang from the coffee table, seeking a corner to become invisible. Ashley immediately started to take her place. She moved slowly, trying to delay the inescapable. John turned her on her stomach. George standing by her head, unclasped her hands from the table legs where she had braced herself, bending them awkwardly behind her neck. Her head was bent to the right, partially off the table. John found that the narrow table couldnt support her legs when they were spread wide. Placing a hand under her mound and chest he lifted her off the table, putting her in the middle of the floor. He folded her left leg upon itself and looped the belt around the upper thigh and ankle. The belt was hooked at the smallest position. Her heel was only a few inches from her thigh. Grabbing the discarded panty hose he replaced the belt her heel into the thigh as she gasped in agony. The other leg was tied with a portion of panty hose cut from the excess. George used the belt to tie her wrists behind her back. The improvised restraints contrasting, bulky and inelegant contrasting with the graceful curve of the nude womans waist. Pale and beautiful skin of the leg swelling where the muscle is compressed, wrapped tightly with a ring of pale nude hose as small knot with long ragged strands where one leg was cut off. The thin black belt wrapped several times around the wrist a rough loose knot holds it in place. There is no need for more, in her position she can not get enough leverage to overcome the many turns of the leather belt. John, admiring his work rolls her over and kneels between her tied legs and slaps her hard on the left breast. She whimpers but can not move to protect herself. He slaps her a couple time more on both breasts then his fingers go in her pussy, first two fingers, then four. George tenderly strokes her cheek, occasionally raising an eyelid to reminding her to keep her eyes open. He brushes her hair to one side so they can see her face and tears. The hand is withdrawn to gently rub her clit. Both men laugh as Ashley moans loudly. Her reactions to pleasure or pain are clear, and immediately evident. There is nothing that can be hidden from those who use her. John again fingers her pussy. Slowly he pushes against the now wet opening, forcing his hand in to the knuckles. Ashley spreads her legs even further apart, the strain on her thighs more less painful than between her legs. That gesture of ultimate submission, forcing her legs abnormally wide for him, without being told, engorges his already erect cock. John leans forward and whispers into the ear of the crying girl, "Ashley, I am going to fuck you. Would you like that?" He prompts her by rapping his knuckles on her head. "Yes sir," in a meek voice. John stretched out and with George's help pulled her on top of him. George stood with a leg on each side of his friend and with hands on Ashley's hips, got her in a comfortable position for John. He then pulled her knees apart again as John rammed into her. Ashley's whimpers became louder, the cries of pain, humiliation and sex hopelessly confused in her voice, but clearer in her mind. George sat even with her waist and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He worked two finger in her tight ass, enjoying how his hand controlled her voice and breathing. He could feel John ramming with his torso into her. George surprised that John was still had a hard-on for her. He had reached a plateau, his cock half hard, spent from all the fucking, unable to cum, needig to rest, but still enjoying the liberty with is sex toys. "Press down on her! She is just bouncing on me," John called out. "I need to push against something." George sat on the small of her back facing the back of her head. like a bronco rider, he sat with an arm stretched behind him, probing her expanded ass, controlling her breathing by what he did to her ass. With all her remaining strength, Ashley raised her head high arching her back against the weight of George. She mentally put the sex aside and for a few seconds filled her chest with a long deep breath of cool air. The lamp caught her eye, a pretty design, completely out of place, it must have been a gift she thought. The mental break couldnt last, she collapsed again on John. John watched as her neck strained, her breast already thrust forward from having her hands tied behind her, pressed against his chest. The chisel lighting caught her face, the man behind her out of focus in his minds eye. Her eye makeup smudged, lipstick long gone, tears smeared on rosy cheeks, mingled with perspiration giving a shine in the harsh light. Strands of her damp hair is clumped together, dark blond, stuck in a corner of her mouth. He can see the roof of her mouth, pearl white teeth catch the light. Crust has dried under her nose and in the other corner, a little blemish is on the curve of the lip. Then he realizes the blemish is a single pubic hair, seized in the almost invisible track dried cum disappearing down her chin. He feels himself growing quickly inside of her. Ashley moans from the same feeling deep in her womb. She collapse on him face to face as if lovers. The scent perfume mixed with the musk of stale cum. With her legs painfully bent double and arms behind her trapped by the weight of the other man she has no leverage, no independant movement. Her body has become a glove, stretched tightly around his cock, following his every move. She feels him pressing on the entrance to her womb, as he pulls slowly back her body follows his cock still deep in her. Knees bent, feet on the floor he pushes up hard and fast, enjoying her hot breath on his cheek as feels it bounce against her in deep in her center. She tightens harder still around his member, he can feel George against the underside of his cock, through the walls of her ass. Ashley exhales hard again with ever having time to inhale as the finger is shaken in her ass. She has no identify no thoughts, her stomach is collapsed on his. She feels his every breath, every movement of his muscles. She feels every thrust into her before he makes it. The orgasm builds in her belly as his stomach hardens, thighs tense he is hard against her inside, she come first a split second before the vibration of cum is felt against her womb. There is no place to hide. After a few minutes, John tells George to stop playing with her ass. She is rolled on her back, an embarrasing sucking sound is made as there sweaty bodies part. She is not allowed to close her eyes as they kneel and stand over her, complementing and laughing. It was well after midnight and the men were tired. The girls were allowed to comfort each other on the floor while the men enjoyed a beer. For a while it amused them to have the women obey an occasional command to show themselves or to lick each other. John called two of his friends Bill and Charles from the book depository, telling them of the great party they were having. When they heard that Ashley and Susan, two of the hottest chicks from work were there, they hurried over. The latecomers were shocked to see the girls that they have fantasized about for months, kneeling naked between a man's legs. The stories that they had passed among themselves, never really believing, at work, apparently being tame compared to what they saw in front of them. At first John and George proudly showed off their sex toys to their friends ordering them around on their knees like big cats at a circus. "Come here. Lick me bitch! Open wider, show my friend what you have. Do you like it cunt?" A kick or thereat of one was all that was necessary to keep them moving. They watched and made suggestions, arranged the girls. They quickly learned how far John would let them go. Anything was permissible sexually, but only John or George could hit the girls. The enthusiasm rubbed off on them and soon they were erect and taking their turns to climax. When asked the mastered girls said what was expected of them. "What do you like to do, Ashley?" John asked, holding her chin up to look her in the eye. "I like to suck you, sir." "And what else?" "Ahh," surprised that it wasn't enough, ...to fuck, sir." "Sue, be a good girl and show Bill, what you like to do." Susan out of shame put her head down between her arms her rear up in the air, knees far apart. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, blissfully unaware of who was behind her. The fingers came first. They hurt but she was able to shut out the rough scraping, her imagination consumed on what she new was bound to follow. It was time to go into the act. "Oh, Ohhh. I want you in my pussy," she moaned. Anything but the ass. They took her mouth enough without having to beg. The worst part was that it took so long to clear the stuff from your throat so you could breathe normally again. "Take my cunt," she said, using the word that they liked to hear. She was actually relieved when she felt him in her vagina. It was tender there but "I can bear it. This is an easy one," she said to herself, as the man pumped. Someone pulled her head up by her hair, causing her to support herself with her hands. One of the new ones sat in front of her, and carefully took two handfuls of her hair. Like a rider controlling a horse, he steered her head down on his erect shaft and held it there. Her jaw ached from being stretched wide, she did not dare let her teeth touch his cock. It was useless to try to raise her head, he was too strong. She squirmed, then in real panic of choking began to kick as her chest and stomach heaved. Excited beyond control, the man in her vagina came his weight pushing her harder onto the man impaling in her mouth. "I will have to bite him," she thought. The pressure on her head was suddenly relaxed, she pushed up, popping off, like a cork and gulped for air. He pushed her back down and worked her head quickly up and down, coming in big spurts in her mouth and throat. He clutched her head tight against his balls, clamping his legs around her ears. "It's over. I made it," she silently repeated to herself. She felt a prick pushing against her asshole, softly at first, then harder. She spread as wide as she could and tried to relax, but there is no way to relax for that. All she could feel was her rectum, being opened wider and wider. Finally he was in and the sensation changed to her insides. Each movement no matter how slight, traveled through her complete body. The pressure made her feel like coming and peeing at the same time. Susan concentrated on the pain from her straining rectum intent on not giving them the satisfaction of seeing her come while having her ass fucked. She was breathing heavily through her mouth, pressed against his balls. Strong hands dug into her sides as the man came deep in her body. Her head was released, she could hear again and breathe clean air. She recognized John's voice barking at Charley. She lowered her head to the floor, keeping her sore backside up in the air. Ashley was whispering encouragement and stroking her hair, when John ordered her away. He pulled Susan on top of him, shoving into her vagina. Cursing her for being too "dripping wet," he rolled her off. Ashley was ordered to lie on top. Meekly she put a knee to either side of his hips, keeping her back straight, afraid to expose her ass. He entered her and pulled her to him, pushing her head to one side. Pulling her cheeks apart he pull her onto his erection and told her to work it until he came. The body movements, hips working, vagina flexing was mechanical, automatic, without feeling or inspiration, but he liked it. The others, tired in the early morning hours, rested and joked among themselves, casually taking in Ashleys penetration. Bill, naked, sat on the couch sipping a beer, rolling Susans breasts under his feet. George was sitting with his back against the couch, a leg bent over her face, the other stretched on her hair as she laid on the floor. He took her hand and moved it up and down on his hardening prick, then let her continue by herself. Someone had squirted beer in her vagina and then stuck the neck of the bottle in her ordered her to keep it there. She prayed that it would stay in or if it worked out, that they wouldnt hurt her again. Ashley clinched her eyes tight, and moved as ordered. But she could not escape the feelings that began between her legs, radiating through out her entire body. She hated every second but the sensations were there between her legs. She could feel him growing inside her, slightly bigger every time. She went limp on top of him, hoping to spoil it for him. To fight would only make it better for him. He slammed the side of his fist between her shoulder blades, knocking the breath from her. "Work it, bitch!" She had no choice. Her legs were trapped inside of his, tight around his cock. With each stroke she let out a gasp as her clit both tender and sore, was tormented at every movement. He held his groin up to her, hand on hips making her work his growing length at a faster and faster pace. Her clit was still tender from being hit. She cried out in anguish. That was all he needed. He thrust into her again and again. She felt him come, many thrusts with a small shudder. It made her glad to know there couldnt be much semen. His tired dick shrunk quickly from her and for a while, her body was hers again. Ashley buried her smile in her arms and waited for the command that she hated.. This time he didnt say anything but pulled her hair. She moved over to where her lay and licked his shrunken member as he manhandled her head for the amusement of the others. When they noticed that the marks from branding had faded they held the girls over the coffee table and reapplied the brands to each of the struggling girls in turn. Later they tired of doubling up on one girl, a man in her faces another behind her and experimented with three on one. Ashley was first. Charley pulled her down on top of him. He entered her pussy as George spread her legs wide. Bill had already taken her mouth as George pushed against her ass. With her vagina full, it couldn't take the other cock. As George pushed harder she started to bleed again. To quiet her down, they let her rest and turned their attention and cocks to Susan. Trying to shut the humiliation out, she had drawn up in a fetal position in a corner when she heard her name called in a sugar sweet voice. Sue, its your turn. Trembling and begging, but not daring to hesitate Susan rolled on her back and straightened her legs. Thats all that was expected of her. She knew that they would take care of the rest, moving her legs and arms, positioning her the body anyway they wanted. Every movement somehow important, an arm once positioned, if moved could raise their anger. They may hit, unbelievably hard, many times, no bearing to the offense. Sometimes they would tie her down, the black cord cutting into her wrists or more often someone would pin her writs down with their full weight, until she thought the bones would crack. They tried the same thing with her. When that failed, Charley waited for George to cum, then he took her pussy. It was the early hours of the morning, the men were spent and tired. As they rested they amused themselves by berating Ashley for not being able to satisfy them. They pinned her tired arms and sat on her legs, then George put a gag around her head. She fought with the little strength remaining, screaming into the gag all the while. They dragged her struggling and kicking into the kitchen. Ashley, tired and beaten was easily overpowered and tied face down on the kitchen table with arms and semen soiled legs spread. Susan slowly inched her way to the door. Quietly she worked the locks with trembling hands. The four men in the kitchen were telling Ashley how they were going oil her up with Crisco and what they were going to do after. The second lock clicked open and she ran into the hallway. Not waiting for the elevator she ran down the stairs and into the street. It was still dark. It would be another half an hour before the streets would fill with people going about their lives. Naked she ran through the cold air found. She found a subway entrance and jumped the turnstile. The train engineer saw the naked girl and called the police. Ashley was rescued later that morning. When the police kicked the door in, only John and Ashley were there. The others were picked up at the book depository the following Monday. Epilog John was convicted of rape and sodomy. He was sentenced to 13 to 30 years as a repeat offender. He is still doing time and tells his court appointed attorney that he has "gotten religion." Bill and Charles were sentenced to 5 to 10 years apiece. George too was convicted. In a perversity of justice, he made a deal with the prosecution to collaborate the victim's story. Considering it was his first offense the judge sentenced to 2 to 5 years. He joined a prison program for rapist. He started the program as a hostile patient and gradually changed. Now the prison physiologist uses his case as an example whenever he has to apply for state funds. The doctor describes how his penile erections can be monitored as he is shown rape scenes, with no measurable effect. Considered a model prisoner he is already in a half way house. He spends all his time reading. Prison library records show that he has read everything on controlling your own bio-mechanics such as heart rate and blood pressure. This month he should be released. Ashley had an abortion, and is recovering well. She still bears the scars from her ordeal. The insurance company insisted that she take physiological counseling. Her physiologist reports that she is "blocking" unable to discuss her inner feelings "as if she was hiding something." She quickly adds that "her behavior is quite common for someone who has undergone such a traumatic experience." She was pronounced psychologically disabled and has received some money from her insurance company. She has gone back to college full time. Ashley is not ready to resume dating yet and keeps busy training in martial arts. The detective on the case taught her how to use a gun and now she carries an unregistered 380 for self-protection. Between semesters, she told her family that she was going to the Bahamas for a week. That same week a woman was attacked while going to her car. The woman, latter told the police that she was being forced into a van, when a man appeared and, shot her attacker six times at close range. Despite the disbelief of the police, she claims that she could not describe the vigilante. Shells from a 380 automatic were found at the scene. Like Ashley, Susan had to see a physiologist as part of the insurance settlement. Her file shows that she has shown "a marvelous readjustment to men and a healthy attitude to sex." She quit her job and is living in a nice condominium on the East side. She is seeing a lot of men, but there is no one special. She has the latest fashions, drives a new sports car, "A gift from a friend." She does not consider herself a call girl, but simply likes the gifts that they give her. If her lovers were ever to compare notes, they would find some amazing similarities. Threats of Polaroid's mailed anonymously to wives and business partners, running up outrageous credit charges by "accident". She has developed a reputation as a "demanding lover, always in charge." May 1994 eof