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Robin's Descent part 3 (chapters 7-10)
M/F, F/F, rape/NC, blackmail, humiliation, oral, anal,
interracial, gangbang 
DangerBird
October 13, 2001


The following story contains graphic descriptions of rough,
alternative, and nonconsensual sex.  Do not read any further if
you are under 18, offended by these topics, or if it is illegal
for you to do so.  All other standard disclaimers apply.  This
work and all characters included with in are fiction and fantasy.
 There is no place in reality for this behavior.  Please seek
appropriate help if you have trouble telling the difference. 

The author welcomes any feedback you might have and loves hearing
from readers.  I can not promise a response to all emails, but
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copied or reproduced with out the author's permission.



CHAPTER 7

Some mistakes you never stop paying for.  That was the dominating
thought in Robin's mind as she read the note, its terrible
instructions disguised by the cute kitten stationary it was
written on.  Andrew probably had thought that a great joke.  His
supreme arrogance and confidence emanated from the note.  Most
notably it was clearly scripted in his smooth, even, and
distinguished handwriting.  He was so smug at this point he did
not fear any resistance, not even placing evidence of his
involvement directly into her hands, not that she would do
anything with it.  She had been broken like a prize steed and
they both knew it.  Though disgusted, Robin was past the stage to
be shocked at the lines she read.  Very little could shock her at
this point, no matter how perverse.  The last twenty-four hours
had seen to that.  Once the door opened there'd be no turning
back and Robin would take another unwanted step closer to falling
over the brink she was already dangerously teetering above. 
	
Robin had exited the lecture hall flustered and confused.  The
conquered girl had just been abused in a most heinous fashion. 
She had been forced to humiliate herself with her own hands in
front of her tormentors for their perverse enjoyment and was then
rewarded by being raped in every way possible by the two who were
supposed to be there to protect her.  The cop and professor had
each used her for their own sadistic pleasure and left, leaving
her lying dismissed on the floor, covered in their cum.  

Her asshole was still very sore and distended from the vicious
pounding Bill's mammoth and powerful black organ had given it. 
The memory of the pain as he violated that no longer virgin hole
very fresh in her mind.  Yet as Robin walked uneasily back
towards her apartment on weak rubbery legs those recollections
were not the most bothersome.  Even worse was the memory of the
intense pleasure she had received and given herself under
Andrew's control as he took her with gentle passion.  Robin had
expected to be raped and the sodomy had shocked and terrified
her, but she did not anticipate the agreeable way Andrew had
fucked her or her body's shameful reactions.  Anyone especially
observant passing her at that moment would have noticed her face
suddenly blush into a bright crimson hue at that thought.

Upon reaching her residence Robin roused her neighbors by
slamming the front door shut.  She engaged the dead bolt and
security chain as if that insufficient action could shut out the
world and collapsed against the backside of the door exhausted. 
Her fatigued body slid down the door till she was seated in the
doorway knees bent in front of her, arms folded on top of them,
head held in her delicate hands, and cried.  Several long minutes
after the last tears were expended Robin got up, leaving her
books discarded on the floor.  She reached into her pocket and
laid the hotel room key that had been thrown at her onto the
table.  So effective and complete was her dismantling the thought
of not going never entered her mind.  Instead, she glanced at the
clock to see how long she had to get ready.  

Robin started to head for the closet to pick out something
appropriate to wear, something that hopefully would not get her
punished, when an urgent need to use the toilet overwhelmed her.
She sprinted for the bathroom barely making it.  As Robin was
soon to discover her ass was in frequent demand from those who
used her.  She was not the only one who found it to be one of her
most appealing assets.  And she was used frequently.  She would
eventually learn to cleanse and prepare herself each morning in
dreadful anticipation to prevent the uncomfortable after effects
and cramping that inevitably followed anal sex.  

Back at the closet after a long hot shower Robin flipped through
her wardrobe unsure what to wear.  She did not know what would
please him.  She paused, that thought unsettling her, wandering
why she cared, deciding she didn't want to know the reason. 
Having decided on a snug, mid-thigh length black skirt, Robin
matched it with a white dress shirt, which she left mostly
unbuttoned revealing a tantalizing tease of cleavage from her
bra-less bust.  A pair of black boots that rose a few inches
above her ankles with cute flowers etched in glossy black thread
and moderate heels completed the outfit.  Without looking in the
mirror for confirmation Robin knew she looked good.  The outfit
was conservative yet had an understated sex appeal and managed to
offer the promise of sex.  In the days ahead, she would soon
consider mini skirts and tight T-shirts as conservative compared
to the outfits she would typically be made to display her timid
body in.  

Running out of time, Robin added a slight curl to her hair and
reluctantly applied make up remembering Andrew's suggestive
comment about liking to watch as his whores left a trail of
lipstick along his cock.  She thought it almost comical that she
was putting so much effort into clothes and make up that would
probably both be well on the way to being removed with in minutes
of entering his room.

Several appreciative whistles she received while getting to her
car confirmed Robin's thoughts on her appearance and choice of
outfit.  Though outwardly insulted, deep inside she was somewhat
pleased.  After all, it's not like when originally purchasing the
provocative clothes her idea was, "Give me something that won't
get me noticed." 

Robin hadn't given any thought as to where her keys were till she
sat down in the driver's seat.  Looking around she found them
placed far under the passenger side seat, causing her to bend
lewdly over to recover them, displaying her shapely rear end,
obscenely visible and well framed through the tight garment, to
any that were fortunate enough to be in viewing distance. 
Exactly as the person who had driven her car home that night had
planned.  A shouted come on from behind proved that at least one
lucky voyeur had seen.  

Sitting down and turning the key she was greeted by loud music
blaring from her car's speakers.  The obnoxious song was Cherry
Bomb by Joan Jett.  Robin ejected the tape and tossed it out the
window, she was not amused.  She put the car into drive and
pulled out trying desperately not to think about what new
atrocities the night ahead held for her.

Before leaving her apartment Robin had to call the number printed
on the hotel key to get directions, having never heard of the
place before.  She had to stare closely at the etching and
attempt a couple variations of the number as the writing was well
worn and a few numbers were difficult to read.  The key had
obviously turned the lock to the room a lot of times.  The voice
on the other end of the phone treated her with contempt and scorn
asking, "As often as the cops are here, I thought all you girls
knew our location?"  

Arriving on time and parking in front of Andrew's room, the
reason she had never heard of it became clearer.  It was a run
down sleazy joint on `that side of town' catering to hookers and
renting rooms by the hour.  Women of ill repute strolled
leisurely in the streets surrounding the hotel.  She received
many stares and knowing glances as she got out of her car and
approached the door.  Girls like her only came to this place for
one reason.  They knew what she was and what she was here for. 
Shouts of "whore" and "slut" greeted her from the rolled down
windows of cars passing in the street.   The night ahead would
prove them right.
















CHAPTER 8

Robin hesitated as she reached the door, unsure how to proceed. 
What was expected of her?  Should she knock and wait to be called
for or should she just enter, he had given her a key hadn't he? 
What would be the most submissive thing to do she pondered?  It
was the first time she had referred to herself in that fashion
and helped to confirm the levels to which the once proud girl had
fallen.  Deciding that just walking in would be too presumptuous;
she nervously knocked lightly on the door's frame.  The light
rapping sounding violently loud in her head.  She was certain
that everyone's attention was trained on her.  She was not that
far off, it was infrequent that a fresh young piece like her
visited this establishment.  

Embarrassing her further, Robin was made to wait outside and had
to knock several times in increasing volume before Andrew
acknowledged her.  He slid a note under the door for her.  She
unfolded the kitten stationary and rolled her emerald eyes as she
read.  A tear threatened but did not come; his cruelty knew no
bounds.  Following the written instructions precisely she cleared
her throat and spoke in a loud voice so all could hear, "Sir, may
I please come in?  I'm the girl you requested.  The agency sent
me.  We need to get started, I have many other appointments
tonight." All around lights were turned on and curtains pushed
aside as she talked.  She waited miserably for a few more minutes
in plain view, then thankfully the door opened and she was
ushered inside.  The night ahead would be a mixture of pain,
humiliation, and unwanted pleasure.    

Robin stood still just inside the doorway, frozen under Andrew's
judgmental gaze.  She felt his cold steely eyes all over as he
circled her, like a lion staking out and claiming its territory.
He looked commanding clad only in an expensive silk robe.  The
predator stopped in front of her invading her personal space.  He
stroked and petted the back of her head lightly in his hand
moving his mouth dangerously closer to her vulnerable neck.   He
allowed his hot breath to escape ever so patiently onto her
chilly skin causing small goose bumps to arise.  She sensed more
than she felt his tongue and lips' presence, only briefly and
infrequently physically touching her with them at the most
strategic spots. 

His erotic course started at the lobe of her ear, snaking behind
it to caress the nape of her neck, causing the hair there to
stand on end.  He trailed down and around her neck stopping at
the notch where her throat and chest connected, which he
sensuously licked with the tip of his tongue before lightly
nipping at her unguarded flesh with his teeth, eliciting a small
moan.  Placing his hands on either side of her collar he followed
the line of the dress shirt until the first fastened button
opposed him.  With a sneer and looking directly into her eyes he
shred apart the front with a ripping motion, the remaining
buttons popping off and falling uselessly onto the floor, leaving
the shirt hanging open.   Robin felt his hands on her tight
stomach.  Palms flat and starting just below the top of her skirt
he caressed a line upward on either side of the front of her
torso, cupping and playing with her firm breasts upon reaching
them.  Her ragged breathing causing her chest to rise and fall in
his possession.  He lightly rolled her taut nipples in his
fingers, testing their hardness before continuing over her chest,
leaving her disappointed at the absence of touch on her hungry
flesh. Slipping his hands flat under the fabric over her shirt he
followed the contours of her upper body up and over her tense
shoulders.  Robin felt the frilly material being removed from her
shoulders and sliding down her arms bunching about her elbows.  

A slight breeze from the open windows played with her exposed
skin as the light curtains danced freely in the wind.  Robin
briefly feared what sounds would be heard through those open
windows.   Her thoughts were lost as he waltzed around her and
she felt his breath again, this time whispering along her bare
shoulder.  A strong arm wrapped around and caressed her front
while the other rubbed and squeezed her butt suggestively.  He
placed a kiss lovingly on her shoulder in preparation and when
Robin felt his teeth close on her she allowed a whimper to
escape, part in pain and surprise but mostly in desire, hating
herself for it.  Against her will she was slowly starting to
moisten beneath her skirt and was thankful that it still covered
her, sparing her the unequaled humiliation that discovery would
bring.  Yet deep in the recesses of her corrupted mind she
silently wished for such a discovery and the hoped for attention
it would bring to her hot needy sex.  Unknown to her material
body Robin unconsciously began to seductively gyrate her hips and
rear end, rubbing his crotch in a most naughty and deliciousway.

Pleased at her involuntary reactions Andrew decided it was time
for another lesson. Andrew tried to mix her pain and humiliation
with pleasure whenever possible relating the contrasting
sensations and tying them together mentally for her.  Eventually
he wanted her to reach the point that any subjugation would cause
her to get uncontrollably aroused despite her better judgment and
in spite of herself.  

He fondled her excited breasts paying particular attention to her
nipples that were standing out hard and proud, begging for
attention.  When his ministrations had achieved the desired
result, he withdrew a cruel implement from one of the robe's
pockets.  Robin, whose eyes had been closed for most of this
sweet torture, did not see what was removed from his robe. 
Instead, she felt him grasp her right nipple tightly with his
left hand and pull it away from her chest.  She did not open her
eyes until she felt the touch of cold metal on her breast and
another flash of it tapping her stomach.  By that time it was too
late and the teeth of the nasty alligator clamp closed over her
nipple, capturing it in its remorseless grasp.  In answer to her
previous question the first sound heard through the windows was
the sound of pain.  It would not be the last time it was heard.

Robin reached her hands towards her chest in defense but a quick
warning brought them right back down, "Drop your arms Robin and
don't even think about fighting me or I'll rip your nipple off."
He tugged at the affixed clamp to emphasize the point.  That was
exactly what it felt like he was doing. The second clamp bit into
and was attached to the other tender nipple.  He explained that
they were adjustable and currently on one of the lighter
settings.  Each infraction during the night earned her a turn of
the screw adding pressure.  Andrew had planned on and was looking
forward to the clamps being a major tool in tonight's festivities
and education.  He twisted and tightened them through out the
night's activities until they were fixed on the tightest setting
possible.  

In a traumatic and cruel move Andrew used the clamp's connecting
chain like a leash and forced Robin to her knees with them and
turned her around to face him.  This time no audible scream
escaped, instead just a long agonizing groan was uttered and her
usage began.

Robin untied his silk robe and hungrily sucked his ready cock. 
She licked, kissed, nuzzled, and deep throated him, performing
the best she knew how, but no matter how hard she tried to please
him it was never enough.  Robin had her mouth and throat pummeled
by his angry cock as he utilized the chain attached to her tits
to guide her, frequently using it to pull her tight against him
burying his cock deep down her throat and held her struggling
hopelessly against him.  He loved watching as she tried to decide
between the pain in her throat and her tits.  Her body jerking
back and forth at the sensations.  Watching as she stretched her
own nipples while trying to pull off his dick for air.  Andrew
occasionally adjusted or pulled at the clamps at each infraction
adding cruel stimulation and reminders: no teeth, less hand work,
rub the underside with your tongue, take it deeper and hold it
massaging me with your throat.  That last command was given
often.  He looked on in satisfaction as her lipstick gradually
coated his length as she worked tirelessly to please. 

About five minutes into the forced blow job, Robin saw him reach
over to the stand and pick up what looked like a remote control.
Seconds later she was performing with the sounds of her earlier
rape playing clearly on the television behind her.  She continued
to suck while he leisurely viewed her earlier performance and
degradation.  He came during his favorite scene, watching her
struggle to take Bill's impressive tool.  He would never tire of
that tape.    

After he deposited a hefty load of sperm into her mouth, which
she naturally swallowed and licked form her lips, he fucked her
tender ass.  A few hours later after awakening her from a fitful
sleep on the filthy floor, he fucked it again.  He loved seeing
her wincing in considerable pain that second time as he used her
raw hole, listening to her whimpers.  He wondered after all the
cock they were going to introduce her ass to how much longer it
would remain pleasantly tight.     

As Bill had promised she was able to accommodate Andrew much
easier than she had his inhuman prick, plus Andrew made sure his
penis was well lubricated.  From her knees she saw him remove his
robe and carefully hang it up.  She rubbed her nipples trying to
get some feeling back while he moved about the room.  Robin saw
him lay down on the bed naked and knew from the way he was
suggestively stroking his cock, coaxing it back to hardness, that
he wasn't done.  After liberally applying hand lotion to his
engorged member she was called to come and straddle him.  Robin
crawled across the dirty floor, past cigarette burns and stains
to the bed.  She placed a knee on either side of Andrew's hips
and began to lower her wet cunt down onto him.  He rolled her
skirt up over her hips and bunched it about her waist.  Just as
she felt the head begin to enter her he grabbed the dangling
chain and yanked her back up off of him.  "I don't think so,
slut.  If you want me to fuck your hot little pussy you're going
to have to earn it first.  Put it in your ass."  

Resting a hand on his chest and reaching the other behind her
Robin gripped his tumescence at the base and rotated her hips
rubbing the head of his penis against her clenched asshole trying
to ease the way and get as much lubricant on it and as possible.
Her breasts and nipples ached as she watched Andrew pull the
chain insistently downward.  Eventually his encouragement was too
much for her to bear and she followed pushing down to escape the
pain.  His cock entered her back passage, the immediate sharp
pain causing her to jerk back up only to drop right back down as
the unrelenting clamps refused to yield and bit into her. Robin
allowed herself to be directed in that manner, taking a few more
inches inside then rising back up when the pain got too much.  
She would rise and fall reluctantly drop down a bit farther than
before as Andrew yanked on the chain until her cheeks were
resting on his lap, her ass full of dick.  She heard him ask if
she would like to cum to which she meekly responded yes and
emphatically nodded her head.  

Robin was relieved to hear the command to masturbate and was
actually looking forward to it, remembering this afternoon's
orgasm.  She did not hesitate to bring her fingers directly to
her ravenous clit and rub, fearful that he might change his mind
before she had the opportunity to finish.  For the next forty
minutes she found herself bucking up and down on his turgid pole,
one hand busy between her spread thighs the other on his chest
supporting and balancing her bouncing weight.  He placed the
chain between her teeth and Robin held the links in clenched
teeth, pulling on it lightly as she shook her head in lust, no
longer minding the feeling so much as she numbed to it.  She felt
her ass hole stretch and contract on him as he drove in and out
of her.  His hips hurled upward against her meeting every
downward plunge; the sound of skin slapping reverberated in her
ears.  His demanding plunging and her fingers driving her into a
building frenzy.  Robin almost enjoyed the feeling of his
dominance as his hands clutched her waist, fervently guiding her
for his pleasure: alternating between long slow strokes and
ardent hard thrusts, changing the rhythm every time she got used
to it. 

She realized humiliatingly that something deep inside her liked
the feeling of submission and the dirty, naughty feel of the
taboo acts she was being `forced' to perform, knowing that she
never would have done these things except under duress.  That the
blackmail released her from her ingrained morality and
self-imposed rules and enabled her to do what otherwise would be
impossible.  That rationalization did nothing to diminish her
shame.  

At one point Andrew held her fast, his cock buried all the way in
and held still unmoving.  Robin tried in vain to move around and
create as much resistance as possible, her orgasm undeniably
close.  She looked down at him and he just smiled and asked,
"What?"  "Please," the corrupted girl begged, "don't stop."  The
bastard had the nerve to ask, "Why?"  He wanted to hear her say
it.  "I need to cum so bad, please," she whimpered.  

Before he gave in Robin was begging for him to fuck her, calling
herself a cum slut, a cock loving whore, saying how much she
loved feeling him in her ass, anything if he would only let her
cum.  Finally he relented and released her, ordering her, "Cum!"
In response Robin, lost in passion, enthusiastically ground back
at him furiously trying to trigger her own release and coax his
potency from his cum filled balls.  Without any further help or
direction she fucked him as hard and fast as she could stand. 
She heard him warn her not to cum before he did but she could
neither slow nor halt the oncoming waves of pleasure that were
threatening to crash over her.  

Despite his verbal warning, Andrew did his best to bring about
her growing orgasm knowing what it would do to her. When he
sensed she was near the edge he reached up to her captured
breasts.  Robin loved the extra sensation that his hands were now
applying to her tits until she saw him wink in an evil way and
neatly flick off first one and then the second alligator clamp. 
The sudden release of pressure caused blood to quickly surge into
her nipples and her nerves became unexpectedly alive and went
wild.  It felt as though her nipples were being stung by
thousands of tiny needles.  She doubled over collapsing against
his chest as the sensations overwhelmed her.  Immediately the
rush hit her and Robin exploded in a tumultuous orgasm, screaming
out numerous curses and calls to deities as she came.  

Only once her shaking subsided and she regained some control did
she understand his warning; Robin's orgasm and the accompanying
flow of adrenaline come and gone her muscles began to tighten up.
 Her asshole still impaled, gripped his shaft tighter than before
and she began to cramp and once again experience real pain as he
pushed repeatedly into her.  She heard him laugh, "I tried to
warn you, you stupid bitch.  Oh well, personally I prefer the
tighter fit."  Robin felt him shove himself up especially hard
and deep with that comment.  "We don't finish until I've had my
fun."  He plowed into her for another five minutes, her distress
excruciating, before finally coating her insides with a fresh
load of hot cum.  

"Do not make me tell you what needs done."  Robin raised her body
off his and smoothed the wrinkled skirt back down.   Lying down
on the bed between his legs trying to avoid the cold wet stain
her rampant juices had seeped into the sheets Robin lowered her
mouth obediently to his slime-covered dick.  She began the
process of thanking him, cringing at the bitter taste of the hand
lotion, but thankful for its presence, licking him clean.  

He made her sleep on the hard floor at the foot of his bed. 
Robin could not rest, filled with mixed emotions, unsure what to
think of her behavior.  Robin tried desperately to reconcile the
conflicting emotions that swelled inside her tortured mind.   She
loved the way the orgasms had made her feel, but she knew it was
wrong for her to react this way and respond in such a manner to
her abuse.  She was worried that she was turning into a depraved
slut and knew that there had to be something wrong with her.  The
two sides battled against each other till sleep finally arrived
leaving her uncertain which side was winning.  Her respite was
not long however as sweet dreams of rape and abuse filled
Andrew's sleep.  He awoke hard as steel and in need of release.


Robin was awakened by a soft jab to the midsection with his bare
foot.  She was grabbed around the arm and slung across the room,
hitting the table.  Like a cat she was pounced on and found
herself unceremoniously draped over the room's small wobbly card
table.  A folded up wash cloth was roughly shoved in her mouth.
Mere seconds later her poor asshole was once again being pried
open, this time by a rock hard and unlubricated penis.  Robin
wept and screamed incoherently into the make shift gag, the
bristly material scratchy against her lips and tongue.  Her cries
effectively muffled though not entirely muted.  She could tell
that this assault was different than earlier.  He had no
intention of providing any pleasure or showed any concern for her
needs.  All that mattered was satisfying his primal animal lust.


Her head was yanked backward as he held onto her hair for
leverage, pulling on it like reins as he slammed ruthlessly into
her, loving the incredible friction her dry ass created.  With
his free hand he slapped her cheeks, reddening and warming them.
Old wounds that had begun to heal were torn open.  He used her
like a toy and fucked her savagely.  Robin thought he would tear
the hair right out of her head as she felt him pull viciously on
it, lifting her head and chin up off the table and stretching her
neck back.  Each time his crazed body would crash violently at
her, spearing her abused hole with his shaft.  Robin could sense
the malignant hatred that emanated from his deranged fucking, so
different than before, and wondered where it came from. 
Thankfully, he did not last long.  Pulling out with a strangled
growl he pumped thick ropes of come onto her back and butt,
alternating slaps on her bottom with his satisfied prick until
the last drops were flung off onto her.

Wordlessly he walked away, back into bed, under the thick covers.
 After spitting out the wash cloth Robin remained leaning on the
table, bent over for several more minutes sobbing.  Finally, she
stood up and tried to go back to sleep at the foot of his bed
without so much as a sheet or a pillow.



CHAPTER 9

When morning arrived Robin again treated Andrew to a lengthy and
steadily improving blow job, on her knees, the once shy and
innocent girl obligingly swallowed his cum as he sat at the table
reading the paper and finishing his morning coffee.  She was
worried because the manly taste was not bothering her as much
anymore.  It was not as if she was starting to like the taste of
sperm, it just wasn't as revolting to her as it once had been,
but she was starting to get used to it.  Robin wondered what else
would she grow accustomed to that once sickened her.  

As he walked out he left her with instructions to "pay the bill"
which he said as if he was retelling a great joke.  Shortly there
was a loud knocking at the door.  When she looked out the
peephole she saw the short fat desk clerk waiting anxiously for
payment.

Robin warily opened the door and the man outside wasted no time.
"Your man says that you're to take care of the room charge.  He
said you were to pay in whatever manner I felt was fair.  Just so
you know, honey, he made sure I had no doubt what he meant by
whatever."  He barged into the room and closed the door shut.  

The sight presented before Robin was disgusting.  The short man
was ugly and very much overweight.  He had a dumb-looking smashed
face and his unwashed hair looked greasy and unkempt.  He wore a
pair of dirty, obviously too big jeans that he kept pulling back
up and a white NASCAR T-shirt that was full of holes and like
him, filthy dirty and covered in stains.  The shirt clung to his
bloated belly, which hung severely out over his belt, part of his
hairy gut visible.  Robin watched distastefully as he scratched
his pot marked face and variously over his fat body as he spoke,
explaining what the payment was to be.  

Robin attempted in vain to talk her way out of it but the little
troll was equipped with Andrew's phone number, which he had been
given just in case she decided to act up.  Once again on her
knees, Robin found his prick to be similar to the man.  She found
it to be short and fat and filthy dirty.  His pubic hair was
thick and straggly.  From the rancid smell and the sight of it he
obviously hadn't washed in weeks.  While her previous rapes had
been horrifying and terrible, at least both men looked and tasted
clean (unless the prick in question had just been removed from
her ass).  She closed her eyes and gulped in revulsion when she
saw that his dirty underwear was streaked with stains.  

Despite all that, Robin dully sucked him.  Soap and water were
not the only thing he hadn't seen in a long time, being several
months since he last bought sex from one of the cheap whores who
frequented the hotel.  It was so much better with this clean
angel of a girl.  In no time he was filling her mouth with his
foul tasting sour spunk.  Of course, that was just the beginning.
 Robin was not going to make it class today.  After sucking him
off she was used as maid service, cleaning the hotel rooms and
washing all the linen. He used her a few more times before he was
through with her.  Like most men, he seemed to take the most joy
while shoving himself into her backside.  She let the disgusting
brute fuck her ass, bent over the washing machine waiting for the
last load of whites to be done.  Miles away, across town at the
university another student's desperate ploy was about to result
in Robin being introduced to a whole new world of deviance...



Amber Jones was certainly no stranger to sex.  Sitting in class
looking dejectedly at the grade on her latest term paper she knew
what she had to do.  She had needed an `A' to keep her
scholarship and she was going to get one.  Amber didn't mind
being a little late to her next class to get it. 

Amber's appearance was in strict contrast to her name.  She was
not pretty, but attractive in a harsh, Gothic way.  Looking at
her defiant countenance no one would recognize her for the
intelligent, goal-oriented girl she was.  Beginning in polished
black combat boots her long toned legs rose high ending at a
small tight butt and boyish waist.  Almost no hips outlined her
flat stomach; her navel held a cute piercing, as did her tongue.
Tattoos graced her skin in several places including a dolphin
riding rapid waves on one of her full generous breasts, which
seemed to spill invitingly from whatever skimpy outfit she chose
to wear.  Her sharp angular face was very hard and framed with
dyed dark jet-black hair with streaks of crimson red tinted
through out.  It hung just above chin level, in an almost
oriental looking cut.  Each ear held multiple piercings.  Her
blues eyes radiated with fire and her thin lips were lined with a
dark blue lipstick.  

Watching the vixen approach Andrew thought he noticed something
in her.  She wasn't his type but there was something there he
couldn't quite put his finger on.  He viewed her purposeful
approach with intrigue.  She wore tight fitting fatigue pants
that did nothing to hide her shape.  Her breasts were brazenly on
display, threatening to burst through the small black stretch
tank top she had on, her cute pierced midriff visible below where
the tank had been cut off.  Lots of cheap silver jewelry hung
loosely about her wrists and encircled her fingers.  A thick
silver ring attached to a long silver chain hung from her neck
bouncing just above her cleavage, drawing further attention
there.

Amber stopped confidently in front of him, lifted the term paper,
and came directly to the point.  "I think this deserves an `A'
and I was wondering if you'd let me... convince you?  She rolled
her eyes sexily and licked her lips during the pause.  Andrew
knew now what he recognized that interested him, the look from
behind her smoldering eyes was the same that often looked out
from his own face.  He knew that the paper she had written
definitely warranted the `A' she needed.  In fact, it was one of
the best he had read in ages, but just like several other
outstanding papers she turned in, this one did not get the grade
that it deserved.  That truth did not stop him from reveling in
the blatant offer that was just made.  "Well, I'm certainly
willing to hear your arguments, young lady.  It's really going to
depend on how...convincing you are, though."  

Not even caring about the unlocked door or uncovered window it
held, Amber wasted no time dropping to her knees and removing his
penis.  There was no foreplay as she wrapped her blue shaded lips
around him and slurped greedily, massaging his balls as she
worked.  Most men love having their cocks sucked because of the
feelings of dominance it invokes in them and the inherent
submissiveness of the act. As Amber applied her considerable oral
talents there could be no doubt that this was not the case here
as she sucked him, her actions oozing dominance.  Containing no
passivity, she attacked his prick with gusto, consuming him with
unbridled hunger and skill.  

She made sure to emphasize the stimulation she knew her piercing
created, her tongue doing wonderfully wicked things to him.  When
he came she pulled him from her mouth and jerked his cock,
agreeably accepting his cum on her upturned smiling face, licking
her lips when finished.  She did nothing to remove the gunk from
her face as she carefully tucked his spent member back into his
pants and zipped him up.  Only then did she reach her hand up to
wipe away his seed, licking it zealously from her fingers.

Standing up, she began to walk towards the door.  He stopped her
by calling out her name, which he had to look at the left behind
paper to find.  Amber turned and tilted her head mischievously
saying, "You don't need to say it, I know I earned my `A'."  That
was not what the sadistic professor wanted to talk about.  He had
already formed a plan that he knew they were both going to love.
"No, that's not what I wanted to discuss with you.  I have a
little project that I thought you might be interested in helping
me with.  Think of it as a kind of extra credit assignment." 
Seeing the evil leer in his smile, Amber couldn't wait to hear
what he had in mind. 










CHAPTER 10

Amber was in such a positively giddy mood she almost whistled as
she waited outside Robin's door.  She couldn't believe how she
lucked into this remarkable situation.  Amber passed the time
waiting for Robin by trying to decide all the delicious torments
she was going to inflict on the poor girl.  Amber had been
bisexual as far back as she could remember.  There were just too
few interesting people out there to limit your choices and Amber
had made many selections on both sides.  This was going to be
special though.  She couldn't stand that bitch, Robin and now she
was going to make her pay.  

Robin and Amber were in several of the same classes having
similar majors.  Everything always looked so easy and effortless
to Robin.  She always got better grades and the teachers all
treated her special.  Probably because she acted like such an
ass-kissing know-it-all, trying to show up everyone else in
class.  Actually, her resentment went back even further to when
Amber discovered it was Robin who beat her out for an important
scholarship leaving Amber to work in the school cafeteria to help
pay for college.  Amber held a grudge against Robin ever since
and Amber was a vengeful person.  Her devilish mind thinking up
all sorts of cruelties, Amber thought back, "This is going to be
better than that time in high school when I beat up that prissy
Cindy Shaw and made her eat me out."  

Amber and Tom, the school quarterback, were making out hot and
heavy in his pickup when the passenger side door being opened
startled them.  In reality, Amber only pretended to be startled;
it was her who set the whole thing up to get back at the cheer
leader that had made her life a living hell.  She promised Tom
she'd have sex with him, knowing that Cindy, too concerned about
her precious reputation, would not put out.  Then she slipped an
anonymous note into Cindy's locker telling her that Tom was
cheating on her and where she could find him.  After opening the
door and seeing her man fooling around with Amber of all people,
Cindy freaked out screaming and yelling.  Amber got out of the
car and promptly began to beat Cindy into submission.  It was
good to work out and stay in shape, Amber thought as she slapped
and pummeled the stunned cheerleader until she just lay on the
ground beaten.  

Amber stood triumphantly over her fallen foe, one foot planted
firmly on either side of her head, she hiked up her mini skirt,
and sat down upon the other girl's bruised and bloody face and
forced her to lick her.  She rubbed her clit back and forth over
Cindy's smashed nose, the cheerleader's body trapped helpless
beneath her weight.  Amber rode Cindy like that till she had cum
twice, all the while watching Tom stroke himself through his
jeans as she had her way with his girlfriend.  Leaving Cindy's
sobbing form curled up in the dirt Amber enthusiastically fucked
the girl's boyfriend in front of her and made her eat his cum
from her dripping pussy.  Amber then looked on with amusement as
Tom raped the limp chaste girl with abandon...ahh, the memories,
good times...

Robin's footsteps echoing up the stairwell and into the hallway
snapped Amber out of her reminiscing.  As Robin reached the top
of the stairs she recognized the form leaning on her door as the
rough girl from some of her classes.  "Dear God, what now?" 
Robin thought as she saw Amber leisurely reclining at her door. 
The hideous hotel clerk deciding that her bill was now paid in
full had finally released Robin from her servitude.  Robin needed
another shower desperately and just wanted to crash in bed and
forget about the day.  Experience was telling her that that was
not to be.

As normal, Amber was dressed in ridiculous clothing.  She wore a
black concert Tee with the sleeves torn off and a large rip down
the center fastened with safety pins and a pair of men's Levi's
with several holes strategically placed.  On her feet were heavy
black boots with thick soles and lots of straps and buckles in
lieu of shoestrings.  From the outline they made through the
jeans, Robin could see the boots reached her upper calf.  The way
she looked at her, Robin knew this was trouble and stopped
several feet away.

"Excuse me, but you're blocking my door and I need to get in. 
May I sneak past?"  Robin asked trying to be courteous.  "Sure,"
Amber replied, "I was just waiting for you.  I don't have a key
yet."  Trying to sound as hospitable as possible till she could
figure out what was going on Robin said, "Oh, I think you want
213, they were the one's who placed the ad for a roommate.  It's
right next door.  Be careful though, they're a bunch of jerks. 
You know, your typical dumb jocks.  Personally, I try to avoid
them as much as possible; we don't really get along.  Actually
they're a couple of ass holes."  

Robin thought that was quite an understatement.  In truth, they
detested each other.  Robin couldn't stand the lack of respect
her neighbors had for the rest of the building.  They were always
hosting loud obnoxious parties that ran far into the early
morning hours; from the things she heard through the thin walls
and found strewn about in the hallway, they also involved lots of
drinking.  Several times Robin had been left with no choice but
to call campus security to break up the rowdy events.  She knew
that won her little friends and lots of animosity.  She also
assumed that the guys next door knew it was her who kept calling
security, coming out to find `BITCH' scrawled on her door or car
or nasty notes and other various things in her mailbox more than
once.  

Robin saw a sinister smile form behind a garish shade of black
lipstick.  She thought that the girl standing in her way almost
sounded like she was laughing, "No, you dumb slut, I'm at the
right place.  Now open the door so we can get down to business. 
Don't make me get Andrew involved.  I don't think either of us
want his interference tonight."  

With out moving an inch she gestured her head indicating that
Robin should unlock the door now.  Amber was resting one leg
propped against the door, her right hand on the handle, the left
holding onto the inside of the jamb on the opposite side.  It
didn't appear that she had any plans of moving out of the way so
Robin squeezed and edged past her and inserted the key.  She
watched as Amber turned the knob and followed the arc of the door
as it swung open into the apartment.  The girl in black rotated
quickly once entering and grabbed the stunned red head by the
shirt and pulled her inside, right into a strong embrace, kissing
her solidly on the lips before pushing her away and closing the
door shut.

"Here's the deal, sweetie.  Andrew has given you to me for a few
days to play with.  Who knows, if you're a lucky girl, maybe even
longer."  Robin listened dejectedly as Amber talked.  Robin would
not be spared abuse even here in her own residence.  Nothing was
sacred.  "I know all about you and the professor," Amber rubbed
her hands together as she spoke, "and your little...arrangement.
He's decided to let me in on the fun.  You will behave and do as
I say or else..." In conclusion, Robin watched the girl
intertwine her fingers together and disconcertingly crack them in
front of her.  

"I was going to start out slow, but waiting for you has made me
extremely horny.  Tell me slave, have you ever pleasured another
woman before?"  Robin shook her head no but the rosy blush that
filled her cheeks said even more.  Robin was unsure whether it
was being called slave or the lesbian insinuation that caused her
blush, probably a combination of both.  Her head hung in shame as
she heard Amber's next comments.  "Don't worry pet, before I'm
done with you tonight, you'll be a world class cunt licker.  Come
here."  With her curled finger Amber gave Robin an unmistakable
come hither gesture.

On unsteady legs Robin walked cautiously over to Amber.  She
allowed herself to be positioned and handled.  "Relax and enjoy
it, let yourself go," Robin heard as if through a mist, her body
tingling in anticipation.  She could not hide her body's
reactions from the skilled girl in black.  Amber recognizing the
telltale signals acted on them, doing her best to enhance the
sensations and elicit further response.  Soft female fingers
explored the contours of her face.  Her lips were lightly traced
and played with.  Eventually the hand pulling her jaw down and
open and an insistent finger probing her separated lips and
teasing her swirling tongue.  The other hand cupping her ass and
rubbing it gently through her skirt, pushing her body forward so
that her crotch was brushing the other girl's.  Robin could smell
the refreshing scent of Amber's perfume, so clearly feminine, a
refreshing change from the hideous odor of the clerk she had been
pleasuring most of the day, and inhaled deeply.  Robin stood
still allowing the dominant figure to plunge two fingers in and
out of her mouth, unable to look away from Amber's gaze.  Robin
tilted her head allowing Amber better access as she ran her hand
away from her lips and up the back of her head.  When she felt
her face being brought closer and closer to the other girl's she
wet her lips in anticipation.  They parted of their own volition,
and her eyes closed her wanting it to happen, the start of
several once secret fantasies that Robin did not want to admit
she had.  Fantasies that she had already been forced to admit to
Andrew that she had; it was information she was sure he had
shared.

As their sensual and passionate embrace continued Robin could
feel her cunt moisten and thought she could smell her own
excitement.  Robin did not resist as Amber placed her hands where
she wanted them.  Robin had her right hand moved to the top of
Amber's back and the other left resting on Amber's hip.  From
there, and after a little encouragement, Robin allowed her hands
to roam along Amber's slim back and hips.  Gradually getting more
confident and daring, Robin let her hands rub another female's
thighs and butt, losing herself in the moment as it progressed,
loving her soft supple feel.  She felt Amber's hands all over,
rubbing her in the most delicious and naughty ways.  Her touch
was light and gentle.  It was erotic and wonderful.  

When Amber reached for her shirt Robin helped her remove it. 
Anxiously Robin stripped the rest of her own clothes from her
body as Amber removed her own shirt.  Robin's breasts were licked
and suckled, casually played with, Amber taking her time, teasing
the helpless girl.  Tenderly nipping at each hard teat, toying
with them.  At Amber's guidance, Robin returned the favor, her
lips tentatively encircled first one beautiful breast and then
the other. Robin traced the tattoo on her right breast first with
a hesitant hand and then with her tongue, kissing the artwork. 
Her tongue licking at her pert nipples, her lips closing softly
around and tugging at them, teeth lightly and teasingly scraping
the hard nubs.  Drawing out exquisite moans from Amber.

A light pressure on her shoulder was all the encouragement she
needed and she fell prostrate in front of Amber, tracing her
abdomen with her tongue as she dropped and began the long,
complicated process of unbuckling and unstrapping the numerous
closures on Amber's boots.  Once removed, she unbuttoned her
jeans and slid them off.  Robin found the cunt in front of her to
be uncovered by any underwear and very wet, loving the womanly
aroma she breathed it in.  She watched as Amber pulled a chair
from the table and sat down spreading her legs.  Without
hesitation Robin lapped at and ravaged the offered cunt like a
hungry kitten attacking a saucer of milk.  

Robin placed a hand on each muscular thigh for balance and felt a
hand grip her hair.  For some reason this seemed to be a popular
way for all to direct her movements. Robin's motions were
maneuvered insistently by that grip as Amber moved her for her
pleasure.  Under Robin's nervous delicate touch Amber opened like
a flower whose petals have waited winter long to burst into
glory. And Robin reveled in that glory and the taste of her
ambrosial nectar, rejuvenating her like a sweet mystical elixir.
Robin's tongue danced against the clit before her as she
alternated between using quick lashing motions with the tip and
slow deliberate harder licks with the entire length.  Amber let
her know which to use when and how hard.  She kissed her down
there with passion, her face slick with Amber's fluid.  Robin
worked on the sweet bulb of flesh devotedly, not stopping or
faltering, even when her jaw became sore and her muscles started
to ache.  She licked and suckled her clit as if it were her only
reason for being.  

Robin knew the other girl was finally close and going to cum when
she felt Amber's right leg stretch out and wrap around her back
locking her in position and bringing her closer to the seated
shaking body.  At the same time she had her busy tongue and mouth
crushed into the other girl's cunt hard and held in place as she
felt her jaw pushed back as Amber ground her hips up and down
using Robin's face to harshly and vigorously rub her excited
clit.  Amber came loudly under the solitary focus of her slave's
eager mouth, shaking with spasms and stomping her free foot as
she did so; Robin could feel the other leg quivering on her back.
 After calming down, she then followed Robin's spine with her
foot bringing it up over her left shoulder and using it to rudely
push Robin away onto the floor.  She was done with her for the
moment, but she still had more planned for her new pet.

Over the course of the night Robin was to find out that Andrew
and Bill had nothing on the desires and malice that Amber
possessed. She was used tirelessly and inventively through out
the evening.

Robin found herself on all fours with a dog collar around her
neck with the word `Bitch" stamped on it.  It was in that manner
that she ate small scraps of the dinner she had made for Amber. 
Amber would either feed the scraps to Robin in her fingers,
making her beg like a puppy or she would toss them across the
room making Robin, padding around on all fours, chase them down.
For drink, she was forced to lap water from the toilet bowl,
thankfully she had just cleaned it the other day.

After being made to wash and put away the dishes, Robin found her
dessert consisted of licking melting ice cream from the crotch of
the insatiable woman, not stopping until delivering another
mighty orgasm.  The entire time her own pussy was on fire and in
frantic need of release.  

After that Robin was tied spread eagle to her bed in preparation
of the next torture.  Her eyes followed Amber, now fully dressed
again, as she walked freely about the apartment whistling
contentedly.  She saw the girl return from the bathroom carrying
a basin, which was sat on the stand beside the bed.  The next
time she came out Robin saw her hands full with duct tape,
scissors, shaving cream, and a razor.  Robin was pretty sure what
the cruel girl had in mind and with good reason she did not like
the look of the duct tape at all.  

Seeing Robin's eyes transfixed on the roll of tape that was what
Amber reached for first.   
Robin saw the roll inches above her face and watched as Amber
twirled the tape around one finger like a hula-hoop as she told
her what to expect.  "First, I'm going to use this to remove as
much of this unsightly hair as possible."  She brushed her hand
through Robin's pubic hair, grasping it and pulling on it.  "Then
I'm going to shave away whatever remains.  If I ever catch you
not clean shaven, we'll do this again."  

A used pair of Robin's own panties, which Amber recovered from
the laundry basket, was pushed into her mouth.  She could taste
herself in the fabric.  Robin watched as a long piece of the
silver tape was taken from the roll with a distinct tearing
sound.  This first piece covered her mouth, keeping the panties
in.  She looked on in horror as the next segment was applied to
her pubic hair and smoothed down, affixing the hair to the glue
on the backside of the strong tape.  With a triumphant smile,
Amber ripped the tape back up in one harsh motion ripping out
several strands of hair with it.  Robin's scream filled the room
as the hair was pulled from its roots.  Opening her eyes she
looked up into the strand of tape dangling above her face.  There
was surprisingly little hair attached considering how painful it
had been.  Amber looked between Robin and the tape, shrugged, and
dropped it into the trash.  Robin writhed in trauma as the
process was repeated continuously until Amber could get no more
of her hair to come up no matter how hard or fast she ripped the
tape off Robin's reddening delta.  The scissors were used next to
carefully trim any remaining hair as close to the skin as
possible, Robin laying as still as possible to avoid getting
nipped by the blades.  

Robin saw Amber lift up the disposable razor and uncap it before
stopping and looking quizzically at it, getting up off the bed. 
"I don't think this will do."  Robin could hear her rummaging
around the medicine cabinet and bathroom drawers before returning
to the room frustrated.  "I have to go out for a bit, try not to
go anywhere, OK?"  

Ten minutes later Robin looked up from her bondage when she heard
the front door shut signaling that Amber had returned.  In her
hand was an old fashioned straight razor.  "It took some doing,
but I finally found someone who had one."  She said brandishing
it before her.  "I had to make a deal with the guys in 213 to get
it though.  They want to watch and then be the first to try out
your new shaved snatch. You don't mind do you?"  Looking past
Amber Robin saw the three jerks that lived next door standing in
the doorway.  All three were openly staring at her, lecherous and
evil, revenge on their minds.  "By the way, I don't know what you
were talking about; they don't seem like a bunch of ass holes to
me at all."  Robin could have died.

After her cunt was shaven bare with the razor, Robin was shown
with the help of a hand mirror the results.  Robin thought that
her now hairless pussy made her look like a little girl and she
was covered in tiny red bumps where hair had been yanked free. 
Amber approved though and the guys showed their appreciation of
the change by using her as the centerpiece for a gang-bang.  The
three jocks took particular delight in abusing their once haughty
neighbor.  That bitch had been asking for it for a long time now.
 They were all more than happy to give it to her and then give it
to her again.  

The four brutal hours that followed were a constant procession of
cock. They took turns fucking each of her holes.  They used her
singly and then in tandem.  Robin had one in her cunt and another
in her mouth, sawing back and forth.  Then the cock that had just
cum in her pussy was now in her throat while the third guy was
pounding away at her ass. Then they switched places, and then
switched again.  They blindfolded her and made her guess whose
penis was in her, each wrong guess earning her ten swats with a
belt.  She was often wrong and her buttocks were ablaze in red
and rising welts long before they tired of that game.  They took
great joy in using her `Bitch' collar to yank her back and forth
and jerk her into position.  Robin could feel the rough leather
chafe and rub her throat as they tugged and pulled on it.  She
was rocked endlessly between two stiff cocks, always using her in
new combinations.  Before the evening ended and her guests left
each guy had cum in every available orifice at least once.  As a
finale Robin found herself straddling the biggest guy, his dick
hammering her pussy while the other two took advantage of her
remaining holes.  The triple penetration went on seemingly
forever.  They made a contest of it, seeing who could take the
longest to cum.  Robin could feel the two cocks between the thin
membrane that separated her womb and rectum rubbing against each
other creating a nice sensation mingling with the pain, causing
it to be momentarily bearable and forgotten.  Robin was grateful
that the guy in her mouth was out first, adding his latest load
to the several other ones that were already dripping form her
face and sticking to her hair.  She wanted the stirrings building
inside her to continue till she also came climatically.  Robin
fucked wantonly back against the two remaining shafts embedded
insider her.  Unfortunately, it was not to be as she felt the
dick in her ass expand and shoot it's final reserve of seed into
her, the pulsating feeling causing the prick in her cunt to go
off seconds later.

Exhausted and completely sated they pulled their shriveling
penises from her and put them away.  Robin lay cowering on the
floor, the cum of three virile young men covering and filling her
sweaty body, spilling free and oozing from each opening.  As
Robin watched the three get dressed she listened in horror as
Amber told them, "Feel free to come on over and use my slut as
your own anytime you want, just don't break her."  Through
eyelids that were pasted half closed with cum Robin saw Amber
wink.  "She'll be more than happy to take care of you whenever
you need it.  Isn't that right, whore?"  In her weakened
condition Robin was barely able to meekly acknowledge that it was
indeed so, that she was Amber's whore and would do whatever she
was told, including now servicing the three jerks from 213 as
often as they wanted, however they wanted.  She watched as they
high-fived and patted each other on the back as they left, making
lewd promises about having to do this again real soon.  It was a
promise they would keep.

After letting the guys out, Amber mentioned that she noticed
Robin seemed to be hot and looked to be enjoying things at
various points during the night and asked if she needed to cum,
knowing full well that she did.  Amber agreed to let her cum, but
Robin was not going to like how.  But, if she really wanted it
and really needed it, which she did, then she would do as asked.
At this point, Robin thought that she would do just about
anything for the chance to orgasm before she exploded.  

Robin stood naked in front of an open window; the drapes pulled
back, her body in full display.  With the apartment lights on,
she was clearly visible to the outside.  Leaning against the
window frame, Robin reached a hand between her legs and
masturbated in front of the whole world.  Her necessity for
release was so demanding that although she heard the shouts and
whistles from outside and knew she was being watched, she didn't
care.  All that mattered was between her thighs and the ultimate
contentment she would feel.  She carried on unabashedly until her
needed orgasm racked her frail body, causing her to drop to the
floor weary from relief and exhaustion, her monumental
embarrassment and humiliation finally taking over, guilt and
shame visible on her face.  Amber closed the blinds and turned
off the light.  

Later on as Robin once again performed on Amber with her talented
tongue, she heard her cheerfully describe what debauchery was in
store for over the next few days.  Robin thought that when the
weekend was done and she had carried out these new terrible
instructions that it very well might be the most devious tortures
her tormentors had thought up yet.  


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