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Subject: {ASSM} Stacy's Story (M+/F, Mil, Gang-Rape, Virgin, Reluctant, Preg?)
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Stacy
Story codes: M+/F, Gang-Rape, Virgin, Reluctant, Preg?

Copyright is 2004 by the authors all rights reserved. This story may
be posted/archived to Free adult access.

Authors' Note: A person named Stacy sent me a very ugly story, asking
my opinion. I told her I liked some of it, some of the beginning, and
I liked the navy stuff, since I know nothing about the military at
all. But overall, it was...ugly. I ended up rewriting most of it and
basically she just gave the story away and lost interest, maybe
because I didn't tell her that her writing was great. I don't know.
I'm posting it though, and adding her name (correctly) as co-author.


Stacy's Story
by rache and Stacy


My name is Stacy and I'm in the middle of nowhere. Literally. Bored
out of my mind on another midwatch, so I'm thinking I'll write this.
I'm in the Navy and I hate it. I've been in for almost 2 years already
and I can't wait to get out. I'll be 20 in November and it feels like
I'm totally wasting my life. I thought it was going to be like an
adventure, you know? Learn new stuff, see cool places and everything.
Nobody told me the Navy was full of horny immature guys who just want
to fuck anything that moves. And lesbians, they're even worse than the
guys.

The Navy has all this stuff about sexual harassment and crap, but it's
all bull. If you're a girl in the Navy and you don't put out then
you're a dyke and everybody just gives you shit, especially the real
dykes. Your evals are bad too, and you get all the really bad jobs.
And if you do put out, then it's like you got a revolving door between
your legs and everybody wants to come inside. Everybody knows because
there aren't any secrets and all these guys are assholes.

I look pretty normal too, which doesn't help. There's some ugly people
in the Navy, especially the girls. All the ones that have been in for
more than 4 or 5 years start getting big asses. I'm getting out before
that happens to me. The girls who look good get it worse though. I'm
not super model beautiful or anything, but I'm okay. Pretty cute I
guess. About 5'4" and 110lbs, nice boobs and a small tight butt. I
keep my auburn hair long, even though I have to pin it up all the
time, which totally sucks. But cutting it would just make me look more
like all the idiots.

I look good and that's part of the problem. Maybe if I was in the real
Navy it wouldn't be so bad. Like on a real ship or something, but I'm
not. I'm on this tuna boat thing, an oceanographic research ship and
we just sail around watching whales and stuff. It's totally stupid. We
don't even get to see anyplace decent. I heard some guys talking,
people who were on like destroyers and cruisers before, and they've
been everywhere. Like Australia, Japan, Spain, Italy, South America,
even Russia and China. All I've ever been to was Japan and it was
okay, but not totally. We were just there for a couple days in Sasebo
and once in Yokosuka, up by Tokyo. I didn't even hardly get to leave
the base.

Everything was pretty normal for me I guess. I mean like boot camp and
A-school and stuff, all the way until I got to the Oceanographic
Detachment. It's kind of small, like 40 people and we get split up
into `crews' to go out on the little boats for a few months at a time.
It didn't sound that bad at first, but I didn't know I was gonna be
like a sex slave or something either.

There's only about 8 women in the whole Det and 3 of them are chiefs,
all old like in their 30's and 40's and butt ugly too. Then there's me
and 4 others. A couple first classes, they're both hard core dykes, a
2nd class who's so fat she's getting kicked out, and me and another
3rd class. I just made 3rd class off the March exam, so I'm pretty
junior to everybody. The other 3rd is a total psycho too, like
retarded or something. All she does is talk about Japanese anime and
comic books and stuff. She's weird and ugly too. I have no friends
hardly at all.

I've made some mistakes in my life, like who hasn't, but most of them
were harmless. One that wasn't was going out with a guy named Dave.
He's in the Navy too, which should have clued me. But I was new to the
command and didn't really know what was going on yet. Anyway, he asked
me out a few times before I said yes. We didn't do much though, some
drinking and dancing. I let him kiss me and squeeze my boobs, but that
was about it.

Then I went on my first mission, which wasn't a real mission at all,
but that's what they call these mindlessly boring trips. I was just a
seamen then, not even 19 yet and I was excited at first. But that wore
off quick, believe me. We flew down to California to catch the boat
and it was a big rush, like it always is. Of course the boat wasn't
there when we got there, so then we had to wait. Hurry up and wait,
that's the Navy creed, or motto or whatever.

None of us knew anyone down there and most of us were too young for
the clubs. I was the only girl, if you don't count the chief, and
believe me, she doesn't. She's total ass and she looks like a witch,
literally. All the way from her stringy unmanageable hair, to her
crooked nose, to her scrawny pale body. Her only good point is that
she knows none of us like her, so she disappeared, getting a room at
the CPO quarters. The rest of us were in the BEQ, the Bachelor
Enlisted Quarters, which was surprisingly not too bad. It was like a
little hotel actually and I had my own room, which was nice.

The other guys, all 7 of them, were split into 2 rooms. Three in one
and four in another, which they hated of course. Dave soon found his
way to my room, bringing along one of his friends, a guy named Larry
whom I barely knew. Then Mike showed up and said Ron was coming, but
he was going with Randy to get some drinks, beer and stuff. Ron and
another guy, John, were the two first classes and the only ones over
twenty one. Ron and Randy showed up after a real short time, carrying
some bags full of booze. John arrived two minutes later with another
bag and Mark, the final member of our crew, following in right behind
him.

Dave, Larry, Ron, John, Mike, Randy, Mark...And I was Snow White.

Did you follow all that? Didn't think so, it confused me too and I was
there. Suffice to say I was the only girl in a small hotel room with 7
guys, a thousand miles from our collective home and the alcohol was
flowing. At more than one point, at least relatively early in the
evening, I thought about kicking them all out. But it wasn't going to
happen. The guys wait for these trips because they can relax and get
loaded and act like idiots, although they were trying to be cool
idiots while I was there. Their wives are a long ways away and they
figure they can do whatever they want. I saw their looks and smiles
and little whispers. I knew what they were thinking. I felt like I was
back in high school or something.

We lounged on the bed, on the floor, in the chair, and generally
wherever there was space, and listened to MTV on the TV and
bullshitted each other. We started playing quarters and we were all
drinking, although I really tried not to drink too much. Dave sat
close to me, rubbing my leg through my jeans and smiling a lot,
hugging me every chance he got. I was a little uncomfortable though,
at even a hint of intimacy with 6 other guys in the room. So I kept my
distance and managed to keep his hands under control.

You know how time seems to go really fast when you're drinking? Well,
it wasn't that night. Not for me at least, probably because I was only
a little buzzed and totally afraid to get really drunk. I'd been
sipping my last drink for half an hour, thinking it had to be
midnight, but it was only eight thirty. The guys were going strong,
but they got a little restless too, which was a good thing. Somebody
brought up food and pretty soon they'd all decided to go to the base
club and get something to eat. I told them I didn't want to go and
Dave said he wasn't going either. After a few half-hearted attempts at
persuading us, the guys took off, much to my relief. I suspect now
that it was all planned, but I can't prove it. I don't want to get
ahead of myself either though.

I was dropping hints to Dave that I just wanted to go to bed, but he
wasn't taking them. Instead of doing the smart thing and kicking him
out, I just drank more, getting loose and soon found myself on the bed
with him. Now Dave isn't a bad looking guy. He's twenty and in good
shape, with a great body that I'd initially found interesting. He
wasn't exactly a rocket scientist, more like a big kid from some farm
in Iowa, but he was nice enough. I was feeling pretty buzzed too, and
finally relaxed a little and so I didn't really put up that much of a
fight when he started kissing me. It felt good, I admit it, but I
didn't intend on anything more.

French kissing is one of my favorite things in the world. A guy who
can do it right, gently, very sweetly, can really start my motor, you
know? And Dave wasn't bad at it. I was enjoying it a lot, feeling his
fingers in my hair while just the tip of his tongue would tease mine.
I was enjoying it so much I barely registered his other hand slipping
under my t-shirt, sliding up to massage my breasts through my bra.
We'd done this before though, so no real alarms were going off. I have
sensitive boobs and my nipples get super itchy, so it felt sort of
nice.

I'll confess I was rubbing my own hands across his washboard stomach
and up to his chest as well, blindly admiring his body while we worked
our tongues together. It was getting very warm in that little room and
I didn't protest when Dave pulled my t-shirt over my head. I just
smiled a little drunkenly and shook my hair free. He told me how
beautiful I was and I accepted that with another round of deep
kissing.

I could feel his fingers working at the clasp of my bra and finally
getting it free, which I didn't mind so much. I'd decided I'd go that
far and that was it. He could have my tits, but no more. Of course I
didn't tell him as much, I only moaned as his mouth found my ear,
licking it gently while his bare hands found my hard nipples. He
rubbed and squeezed and played with my body just the way I needed and
I pushed his head down, practically begging him to kiss my breasts.
When he took my hard brown nipples between his lips, sucking and even
biting gently, it was heavenly and I could feel the heat inside me
building.

But when I felt Dave's hand moving lower, down between my legs to
press to my still fully clothed crotch, I had to protest.

"Dave...Mmmm...no...please..." I whispered, grabbing his bicep and pulling his
arm away.

"Shhh...Stace...it's okay..." He insisted gently, kissing me again and
letting his hand stray back down.

We played that game several times, and each time his hand pressed
harder and stayed longer, massaging my throbbing pussy through my
jeans. I know he could feel my heat because I could feel it, like I
was burning up inside. Finally I gave up and stopped trying to move
his hand, I even found myself spreading my thighs a little wider for
him. He'd been concentrating on sucking my nipples right off my body,
and that was my weak spot, my boobs.

Somewhere along the way I had started grinding myself a little,
pushing my sex against his hand. Dave worked harder, but my jeans
prevented any real improvement for either of us. Luckily he was
content for the moment and so was I. We went back to kissing and soon
my hand had found it's way to his crotch, feeling the large lump of
his trapped penis. Dave shifted and gave a soft little groan as I
squeezed him through the denim. We continued making out, me topless
and both of us groping each other for many minutes.

Dave finally broke the spell when he tried to unbutton my jeans. I
stopped him cold, telling him I didn't want to go any farther.

"Come on, Stacy...just a little...let me touch you..." He was whispering,
kissing and licking my ear.

"No, please Dave...I can't okay....that's enough...please..."

We wrestled like that with each other, pausing in our insistence just
long enough to kiss and breath. Neither of us were angry, or wanted to
push the other too hard. It was more teasing than anything, at least
it seemed that way to me, and I really did think I'd been able to stop
him from going farther than I wanted. But Dave surprised me by somehow
managing to get my jeans undone, despite my best intentions, and I
felt his fingertips slipping inside my panties to graze the fine wisps
of my pubic hair. I sighed and seemingly resigned myself to it, which
is probably why he'd succeeded. I wasn't doing what I should have,
namely kicking him out of my room, I was doing what I wanted...letting
him touch me.

I'd never let a guy touch me there before. Shocking, I know, in this
day and age. I was an eighteen year old virgin, maybe the only one in
the Navy. I'd broken up with guys back home, guys I thought I'd loved,
because I wouldn't put out. Maybe it was dreams of romance, of saving
myself for Prince Charming, I don't know. I thought about this while
Dave tried to work his hand lower, and necessarily working my jeans a
little further down my hips. It frightened me and gave me some
strength.

I grabbed his hand at the wrist, squeezing it and we both froze. I
looked into his eyes and I said very quietly and deliberately. "You
can touch me, but I won't have sex with you...okay?"

"Yeah, sure..." His voice was soft and he was giving me a sincere,
almost loving smile. "I just want to make you feel good, Stace...that's
all..."

He paused at what he was doing to me and pulled his own shirt off,
giving me a private little bit of pleasure at the sight of his body.
He smiled at me and undid his pants too and I think I frowned
slightly, reminding him we weren't going to have sex at all.

"I know...I just thought you could touch me too, okay?" He kissed me,
laying back down on the bed, now just in his boxers. "We'll leave our
underwear on, okay?"

That almost sounded reasonable, in a funny sort of way. He wasn't
going to get his penis past my panties, after all, and I didn't mind
seeing him in just his boxers. I nodded and relaxed a little, but not
totally. This was a lot further than I'd ever been with anyone ever
before. I was a young female sailor in uncharted waters, and if I
wasn't careful, I thought to myself with a little inward smile, I
could sail right over the edge.

We were kissing again and I rubbed my hands across his chest while
Dave concentrated on pulling down my jeans, finally getting me to help
kick them off a little awkwardly. I was laying there in my panties,
kissing a man I barely knew. It gave me a little thrill, though I'm
loath to admit it. Every now and then one of my hands would drift down
and brush the hardness hiding inside his loose cotton shorts. It's
size and shape and warmth both frightened and intrigued me. I'd seen a
penis before, in pictures of course. I'd even seen a porn tape once,
so I had a pretty good idea of how it would look, but even so, the
feeling was brand new.

I soon had my pale white thighs spread and Dave was rubbing his
fingers up and down the moist thin panel of my panties. It felt
amazingly good, even better than it felt when I did it to myself.
Probably because it was someone else's fingers at work, moving
unexpectedly and feeling somewhat foreign and unnatural. I followed
Dave's example and moved my hand to his penis, grasping it through his
boxers. It felt warm and heavy, alive as if it were a different
animal, separate somehow from the man who was kissing me. It was
exciting and I pulled and pushed, testing it and finding things that
made Dave groan softly and thrust his hips.

We masturbated each other like that for a long time. Until I had a
large wet spot on my panties and likewise Dave's penis was leaking his
own excitement. I rubbed my thumb over the growing stain, feeling the
smooth bulbous head hidden beneath. It felt wonderful, every part of
me was tingling and I protested not at all when Dave kissed down to my
tummy and lower, kissing just above the waistband of my panties. It
was only when I felt his mouth on my covered sex that I thought about
what he was doing and gave a little gasp.

I'd heard of cunnilingus, obviously. It was the only thing some of my
girl friends talked about. I'd even seen it, just a little, on that
one porn tape I'd watched. But I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I
mean I wasn't stuck on how nasty oral sex was or anything, I kept
myself very clean, but did I really want someone kissing me there? I
figured if Dave wanted to do it though, well that was okay, especially
since I still had my panties on. What I didn't count on was how good
it would actually feel, even through that bit of cotton that protected
my virtue.

Dave slid his body down between my spread legs, his hands moving
across my thighs nicely, rubbing my flushed skin while his mouth
continued to work on my pussy. He licked and nibbled my sex through my
panties until they were soaked with my juices and his saliva. It was
wonderfully good and I was soon squirming mindlessly, my fingers
entwined in his hair and not even noticing that he had hooked his
fingers in the waistband of my underwear. I thought I'd had orgasms
before, but now I know I was wrong. He had me on the edge of a real
one and it was driving me crazy.

When he pulled my panties down with one quick motion I had barely
started to protest, to tell him no, when his mouth found my bare
flesh. I shuddered and gasped loudly as Dave's tongue split my labia,
tickling the inner folds of my sex and treating me to real pleasure
for the first time in my life. He worked my panties down my legs and I
helped him, wanting to free myself so I could spread myself wide open
to his eager touch. Seemingly in the blink of an eye I had my long
legs over Dave's shoulders while his hands slipped under my ass,
lifting me to his lips as he squeezed my trembling body. His mouth
find my clitoris, hard and throbbing and begging for attention. The
touch of his tongue upon it was almost more than I could bear and I
felt a scream starting in my tummy, rushing through my blood. I'd been
on edge for so long it was only a matter of seconds before I was in
the throes of the most intense sexual experience of my young life. My
cunt seemed to collapse on itself, quivering with heat as my orgasm
blossomed violently. I had my eyes tightly shut, moaning and pulling
him hard to my hunching hips. I never wanted it to stop.

It finally did though, subsiding slowly and leaving me breathless with
small tears leaking from the corners of my tightly shut eyes. Dave let
me come down gently, licking and kissing lightly at my thighs. I was
barely conscious of him, however; I was barely conscious of anything
at all but the ecstasy I'd just experienced, still echoing through me.
Some moments later Dave moved upward, sliding his mouth, and then his
muscular chest across my breasts until we were face to face. I was on
my back, breathless and flushed, my legs still spread over his strong
shoulders as he rolled my body up so my knees very nearly touched my
breasts. He was kissing me then and I could taste myself on Dave's
lips and tongue, which I sucked at gently.

"Mmmm...thank you..." I whispered dreamily, taking a deep and satisfied
breath of cool air. "That was wonderful." And then I was giggling,
feeling giddy and lightheaded.

"Yeah..." Dave smiled and kissed me again. "I liked it too. You taste
good, Stace." He smiled and reached down between us, fumbling with
something and then I felt it, the unmistakable shape of his penis,
hard and hot against my exposed sex.

"No! No...Dave...stop!" I moved my hands between us, pushing at his chest
while I tried to squirm away, to get my body out from underneath him.

"No, Stace...I can't baby...come on...I made you feel good, didn't I?" He
smiled at me and ignored my protests as his body pinned me to the bed.
"Now it's my turn to feel good...okay?"

"No! No! Stop...oh please, Dave...I can't do this!" I felt my heart
pounding with fear, all of my previous pleasures forgotten. I dug my
nails into his body even as I tried to reason with him. "I've never
done it, Dave...I'm a virgin....Please!"

"A virgin?" He grinned and I felt a sinking feeling in my tummy as he
pushed his hips against me, as if probing my resistance with the hard
muscle he'd freed from his boxers. "Just a little Stacy, okay? I just
want to...uh!" I felt his swollen cockhead lodging itself at the
entrance to my womb and I sucked a breath of air. "I just wanna feel
it...okay baby?"

"Oh...please Dave!" I was almost sobbing now. "Noooo...!!" I practically
screamed as he gave another insistent little push with his hips,
forcing the head inside me, splitting my virginal opening and making
me bite my lip with fear.

"Just a bit...Stacy...a little bit...I swear..." He was breathing hard, trying
to kiss me. "I won't go deep...I just gotta feel it once, okay?"

There was little I could do about it, but I couldn't agree. I just
stared up at him, pleading silently. It seemed impossible, unreal that
I could be on the verge of losing something I'd tried so hard to keep
for so long.

"Ahhh....that's it Stacy...oh yeah, baby..." Dave's voice just made it worse
somehow.

It didn't hurt, mercifully, not at first anyway. He'd gotten me good
and wet down there and my pussy was hungry for him, even if my heart
and mind were not. Dave was raping me now, that's what it was, rape.
He was bigger and stronger and had me in the perfect position to
accept his unwanted intrusion. I was defenseless physically, and
nothing I'd said made any difference. I thought about screaming for
real, of crying out and I almost started to, but I was afraid. I was
in the Navy and I'd heard the stories, seen how ineffectual resistance
and complaints were. What would happen to me, I wondered. What kind of
shame and guilt would I suffer from my shipmates? I'd get no sympathy,
I was sure. No justice or satisfaction.

I stared up into Dave's face. "Please..." I whispered, feeling my face
wet with tears. "Just pull out...okay...please...I'm not protected...I'm not
protected..." I said it over and over, closing my eyes as Dave kissed
me.

"I promise, Stacy...I'll pull out...ummm yeah....I'll pull out..." He pushed
again and this time it did start to hurt, just a vague discomfort
really as his cock penetrated slowly, stretching my pussy around him.
"Oh fuck...Stace, you're so tight baby...nice and hot and...uhhh tight!" He
kept talking to me, whispering between kisses as he worked himself
inside me slowly, at least he gave me that little favor.

I felt him stop, just as a sudden stab of pain flashed into my lower
tummy, like a sharp cramp. His cock had found my hymen and it had
momentarily given him pause. I opened my eyes, looking into Dave's and
I tried one last time to talk him out of it.

"Don't...please, Dave...just stop and I'll do anything...I...I'll suck it for
you...please?" I sounded desperate and Dave almost looked sympathetic
for a second, but I'm sure the idea of taking my virginity was too
tempting for him. That and the sensation of my tight young cunt
clamped around his swollen cock.

"Shhhh..." He whispered and pressed his mouth to mine, forcing his
tongue between my lips as he gave a hard lunge with his hips.

I screamed into his mouth, muffled and useless, while his cock ripped
through the tender wall of my virginity. Pain exploded inside me, his
penis driving fully inside me all at once. I thought he'd split me in
two, cut into my womb with a knife, it was so painful. He was as deep
as he could get and he held us like that for a long minute while he
continued to kiss me, even as I wept, shaking like a leaf beneath him.

"Too big...it's too big! Stop...Please...stop...!" I was whimpering like a
little girl, helpless and vulnerable.

Dave just shushed me again, obviously enjoying the sensation of
stretching my little cunt. "No Stace...it's perfect...oh fuck babe...you're
perfect!"

My pussy seemed to be throbbing, contracting with little spasms around
the hardness embedded within me. Dave was moaning, telling me how
wonderful it felt. When he started to move again, I stopped him,
digging my nails into his skin and telling him to wait. I was growing
used to him, little by little, and the pain dulled to more of an
unpleasant ache, than anything acute. But it still frightened me and
that was perhaps the worst.

Eventually though, Dave did start moving, sliding his prick in and out
of me slowly at first. He was loving every moment of our sex and it
was all I could do to slow him down, fearing a return of the pain if
he should move any faster. I've heard stories of women having orgasms
the first time they had sex, but I find those hard to believe. While
my body did seem to adjust fairly quickly, and I admit that there was
a small amount of pleasure, emotionally I was miles away from anything
close to a climax. I could only lay there and take it, hoping it would
soon be over, praying that Dave would keep his promise and pull out.

After 5 minutes or so, maybe shorter than that since time had seemed
to slow down, I was feeling good enough that I no longer resisted
Dave's efforts to pick up the pace. He was moving in and out of me
more easily now, a little quicker and each stroke was still painful,
but less so than the one previous. I wanted it to be over too, so I
tried to respond to his kisses and he seemed to take that as a sign
that he could fuck me harder.

"Ohhhh yeah...Stacy...you feel so good...so fucking good around my cock
baby...take it, Stace...take it...." He was urging me between kisses. I
could feel wetness running out of me when he'd pull back, my juices
leaking down my ass and lower back. My skin was hot and I was
breathless beneath him. "Tell me how it feels, Stacy...tell me how it
feels getting fucked for the first time!"

I wanted to tell him I hated him for raping me, but I didn't. I wanted
him to hurry up and pull out of me. To leave me alone forever after he
was done. So I tried to help him.

"Oh...Dave it feels so...good...don't stop...don't stop...fucking me...!" I said
as loud and enthusiastically as I could muster. I couldn't think of
what else to say, but he seemed to like that just fine.

"Oh ho ho! What have we here?" I heard a man's voice and my heart
stopped for a second. "Goddamn Dave!" A second voice said and then
there was laughter.

We'd never locked the door, I realized, and my whole body burned with
humiliation. I knew one of the voices was Larry's, Dave's friend, but
I wasn't sure about the other. I wasn't even sure it was just the two
of them, I had a sudden awful vision of all six of them returning and
catching me with Dave's cock in my pussy. Not that it would matter, I
quickly realized, there or not everyone would know anyway.

Dave had turned his head and I could tell he was grinning. "Hey Lar,
what did I tell ya buddy?" He laughed and pushed his cock inside me
hard, making me yelp with a little flash of pain. "She's fuckin tight
too...Virgin tight!"

"No shit?" Larry's voice answered and I heard a beer can being popped
open. "I'm next!" He chuckled.

"You guys get out of here!" I yelled.  "Get the fuck out now!" I
stared up at Dave. "Make them go away, I'm serious."

"Come on Stacy, let's have a party!" Larry said and turned the TV up a
bit louder, maybe worried I really was gonna scream for help.

"Yeah, Stace, don't be a dyke, huh?" It was Ron's voice and I dimly
recalled he was married with two kids. Or was it three?

"Shhhh..." Dave kissed me on the nose, infuriating me further. "Don't
yell so much, Stacy, or every guy in the barracks is gonna want some
of this!" As if to make the point he started fucking me hard then,
almost violently and the pain returned, making me thrash and moan
beneath him. "Oh fuck...Stacy I'm gonna cum...almost there baby!" He was
rocking his cock in and out of me quickly now, heedless of my pain and
anger.

"Pull out...Dave you gotta pull out!" I was breathless from the pounding
of his cock in my pussy, the weight of him and the now almost
unbearable position I'd been stuck in for a good 10 or 15 minutes at
least. "You promised!"

"Pull out?" Ron laughed. "Spunk the bitch, Dave!"

"Yeah, knock her up bro!" Larry added with drunken cruelty.

"I...I can't...Oh shit Stace...It feels too fucking good!" And then I felt
it, for the first time in my life a man was cumming inside my womb.
Like a sudden stain of heat inside a furnace, spreading and then
indistinct, but still there in the knowing. I could sense his cock
swelling slightly larger, jerking and throbbing as it spewed his
potent seed inside me. "Ahhh...fuck!" Dave groaned, holding himself
deep, unmoving, letting his sperm soak me completely.

"You promised...oh Dave...God...you promised..." I was crying softly, my hands
closed into little fists, beating uselessly against him.

"Dave never keeps his promises!" Larry chuckled. "I coulda told you
that. But I do, and I swear Stace, on a stack of Bibles, I'm gonna cum
all over your little eggs!"

That got Ron laughing too and even Dave grinned. "Sorry Stacy, I
couldn't help it...it just felt too good, ya know?" He pushed himself
off of me slowly, withdrawing his penis and the sudden emptiness felt
both good and bad.

I had just enough time to stretch and a little, trying to sit up when
Larry was suddenly moving on top of me. "My turn Stacy!" He smiled and
pushed me back down.

"Nooo! No...No! You can't!" I tried pushing him, but I felt exhausted
already, emotionally and physically drained.

The idea of fighting was beyond me, but I did it anyway, if only
briefly. I kicked and pushed at him, trying scratch him, but Larry
brushed my hands aside as he sat on my hips. He was already naked and
then Ron came close and I could see him naked too, smiling down at me
like a fool with his cock stiff in front of him.

"Guess we'll just do it like this, huh?" Larry was off me suddenly and
he and Ron grabbed me, flipping me over so I was face down on the bed,
my face in a pillow and my ass in the air. "Easier this way anyhow!" I
heard Larry saying.

"Quieter too!" Ron giggled as he held my arms over my head, squeezing
my wrists.

"Be a good girl, Stace..." Larry straddled my hips and I could feel him
working his cockhead over my stretched and now very wet opening. "She
really was a virgin, Dave! Fuck...blood everywhere!" And then he pushed
forward, making me scream into the pillow as he took me from behind.

My pussy had loosened up considerably, but the new position gave Larry
access to new parts of my cunt, I think. He pushed and pulled at new
and sensitive places. Ron let go of my arms when it became obvious I
wasn't going anywhere, Larry was fucking me hard and all I could do
was cry and make muffled moans of anger and pain.

"Goddamn Stace...you got no idea how bad I wanted to fuck you, girl!"
Larry was laying on my back, licking and kissing at my neck and cheeks
and ear as he whispered. "You're so fuckin hot...so tight...I musta jerked
off a hundred times thinking about you...Oh fuck...I'm in love!" He
announced and the other two guys laughed.

"Hey lemme try this..." I heard Ron saying and then he was lifting my
face in his hands. "Here, suck on this for a while Stacy." And I found
his hard cock pressing inside my open mouth as I gasped for air. I
hadn't expected it, or I would have closed my mouth tight. "Watch the
teeth." He warned and proceeded to push his penis inside my mouth
until I gagged on it, choking and suddenly feeling as if I might be
sick.

"I don't think she ever did that before." Dave said.

"Well, she's gonna learn!" Ron told him, pulling his cock back so I
could breathe a little. "You ain't in high school any more, Stace.
This is the fleet now!"

Larry kept up his pace, fucking me hard and occasionally just pushing
his prick as deeply as possible and kind of working it around,
grinding his pelvis against me. That actually felt kind of nice, but
mostly I was just feeling hurt and humiliated by then. Ron was
coaching me on how to suck his cock, although his words seemed utterly
meaningless. I was just trying to keep from choking to death on it.

The worst part though, came when I heard Dave pick up the phone. He
called a room number and then spoke. "Hey, it's me...yeah...we're in
Stacy's room...yeah, she's pulling a train." He laughed. "I swear to
God, she's sucking off Ron right now while Larry fucks her...yeah." He
laughed again. "Who do you think was first? Yeah...come on over...bring
everybody...No, she'll do it...Yeah."

I started fighting again, weakly and without much success. Larry was
on top of me still, his weight seeming to suffocate me as he thrust
his cock in and out of my cunt. Ron held my face in his hands, mouth
fucking me while I made loud gagging sounds. I was crying and my body
felt like it was on fire, it was the worst thing in the world I
thought. The physical pain I could deal with, but the embarrassment
was acute, draining me of any resistance.

"Ah...yeah Stacy...I'm gonna cum...oh fuck your cunt! Here it cums!" Larry
was panting in my ear as his cock throbbed in my pussy, gushing his
sperm inside my womb and making me shudder with despair.

Ron pulled his cock free of my mouth and I coughed, taking a few much
needed breaths of cool air. "My turn, Stacy..." He was drunk and
laughing as Larry moved off of me, pulling his penis from my soaked
cunt with a soft squishing sound.

Someone else moved in front of me then, sitting on the bed with his
legs spread. "Here, suck this Stacy." It was Mike and I moaned with
the awful realization that all the guys were in the room now. I hadn't
noticed before, but now I could hear them laughing and talking about
me. They were giving Larry high fives and debating who was gonna be
fourth and fifth and sixth.

"Get up a little, Stace...come on..." Ron was pulling at my hips, lifting
me to my hands and knees. "Yeah, like this...it's gonna feel so good
fucking you!" He was rubbing his cockhead around the wet and wide open
hole between my legs.

"No...no more...please..." I was asking them, begging them not to do
anymore. I'd been a virgin until less than an hour before and now I
was about to have my third man. I hung my head in shame, moaning
pitiably as Ron just laughed and pushed forward, spearing his hardness
into my well used cunt.

"Still fuckin tight!" He told his friends happily. "She's fucking
tight as a drum...oh fuck yeah Stacy!" His fingers dug into my hips and
he pulled me back onto him, so that he was soon balls deep into my
womb.

Mike, in front of me, moved his cock to my lips. It was larger than
Ron's had been, but he didn't force me, he just rubbed the head across
my lips, coaxing me gently. "Come on Stacy...open up...you know you want
it..."

I didn't want it. I dreaded it, but I couldn't fight it. The feeling
of his cock, hard and hot and leaking precum across my lips was awful,
and worse still was the blinding flash of a camera as I opened my
mouth for it. They were taking pictures of me! I pulled back, but Mike
grabbed my hair and pushed his too thick cock past my lips as I made
to protest. More tears sprang to my eyes and someone said "Here's one
for Daddy!" and another flashbulb went off. Someone else added, "Say
cheese!" and "Yeah! Dick cheese!" Everyone was laughing and Ron fucked
me even harder, pushing me forward onto the awful prick in my face.

The only good thing, if you can call it that, is that none of these
guys could last very long. But even 10 minutes seems like an eternity
when you're getting gang-raped. Ron was soon cumming hard, jamming
himself in and out while his cock erupted with what seemed like a
gallon of hot jism. I was busy though, sucking Mike's cock. I'd
resigned myself completely now. I think it was the cameras, of knowing
that they'd have me forever on film. Fucking and sucking them. I'd
never be able to deny it, never know for sure who had seen them.
Wondering if any of these guys would put them on the internet, or
they'd linger in some photo-album on some ship, passed from crew to
crew.

I was thoroughly broken now, compliant, if not willing, doing anything
they asked. I started sucking Mike's cock in earnest, figuring out how
to do it and breathe at the same time. It was making him feel good, I
could tell, and he rewarded me with little moans and strokes of his
fingers through my hair. "Oh yeah, Stacy...suck it Stace...suck it good!"
He was enjoying it so much that when Ron had finished sperming my
insides and pulled out, Mike gave up his turn.

"You gonna fuck her, Mike?" John asked with a chuckle.

"Nah...you do it. I'm gonna do her mouth...fuck she's a good cocksucker!"
He was making very small movements, letting me do all the work and I
was getting better at it. I could take half of him, gagging just once
in awhile, but mostly doing okay. In some sick way I felt a little
proud of that and it just humiliated me further.

John mounted me from behind, the way Ron had, and his cock seemed
large too. Bigger than Ron's that was for sure, maybe as big as
Mike's, which seemed huge in my tightly stretched mouth. "Damn she's
sloppy!" John laughed. "Maybe it's time to switch holes!" He shoved
his cock into my pussy, which was by now a little sore, but not really
in pain. He stroked in and out of me slowly and it was almost good,
actually. It filled me completely and my cunt muscles squeezed against
his cock with every thrust.

There were more pictures, more laughs and cheers as I was double
teamed by the two biggest cocks in the group. They called me a slut
and a whore and I hated it, maybe because part of me wondered if it
was true. I was in a room with 7 guys, all of them naked, all of them
intent on using me and I had barely put up a fight. What was wrong
with me?

"Love your mouth Stacy...suck it...make me cum..." Mike was holding my head
a little tighter, pushing a little more with his hips and I gagged
every time his swollen cockhead hit the back of my mouth. I wasn't
even getting half of him, I knew, but he wasn't complaining. "Just a
little more...oh you're so fucking good, Stacy...suck it...!"

I had no experience so when Mike started cumming it was a complete
surprise. He held my head in his hands, his cock filling my mouth and
suddenly it just seemed to erupt. Hot salty sperm flooded across my
tongue and I had to swallow or I would have drowned in it I think. I
felt a bit of panic at first, confusion and then slight disgust at
what I was doing, but I swallowed anyway. Choking and coughing around
the huge cock still creaming my mouth. Mike pulled out for the last
few spurts and someone took pictures of it. My mouth open, dripping
sperm over Mikes cock even as it deposited more of his seed onto my
cheek and chin. I was breathing hard, coughing a little and Mike
rubbed his prick all over my face.

The guys were all chuckles, drinking and loving it, commenting on how
they knew I swallowed. Randy took Mike's place, telling me how his
wife never sucked his cock. He wanted me to do a good job and deep
throat him, but I had no idea what he was talking about really. I just
nodded and opened my mouth, letting him use me like he wanted. He was
smaller anyway and I was getting used to it now. He pushed all the way
inside me, briefly, so that my nose was pressed into his pubic hair
and that seemed to give everyone a thrill.

Behind me, John had been fucking me slow and despite the dull ache and
soreness I felt, it was feeling good, just a little. I was soaked,
with the sperm from the previous three men, mixed with my own juices
and virginal blood, running down my thighs. It felt messy and warm and
cool, all at the same time. My hips were moving all by themselves too,
as if my body had a mind of it's own, and this gave the guys plenty to
talk about. Obviously, they'd decided, I was a total slut. A
cockhound, someone called me, and I wanted to get fucked just as badly
as they wanted to give it to me. My heart and head denied it, but my
body was betraying me with it's instinctive behavior.

"Ready for something new, Stacy?" John chuckled as he spread my ass
cheeks with his hands. "You have a great ass, Stace..." and there was a
chorus of agreement. "Ever since you got to the Det all I could think
about was your sweet tight little ass."

I jerked as I felt what must have been his thumb pushing against my
anus while he fucked my pussy with his cock. I tried to pull my mouth
away from Randy's dick, to tell John no, that I couldn't possibly let
him do what I was afraid he would. But Randy held my mouth on him,
fucking my lips with his turgid prick and practically drooling into my
face as he stared down at me.

"Now I'm gonna tap that ass, Stacy...fuck yeah..." He worked his thumb in
and out, then used the other one as well, as though trying to pry my
virgin ass open for his pleasure. "First time I saw you Stace, I knew
I was gonna fuck you in the ass someday..." His voice was humiliating
and I flushed hotly.

Someone was laughing, taking pictures of me. "Lookit that butthole,
man!" It was Larry. "Spread it...fuck yeah...I bet she's tighter than hell
in there..." He clicked merrily away and there was nothing I could do.

"...and guess what, Stacy." John pulled his slimy cock from my pussy and
I felt him putting the bulbous head against my anus. "That day is
today!" He laughed and grabbed my hip with one hand, feeding his cock
against my protesting asshole with the other.

I didn't think there was any way it was going to fit. It had to be
impossible, but a second later is cockhead squeezed past my sphincter,
stretching me out, but not really painfully. John grabbed me with both
hands then and seemed to rise himself up a little, getting the angle
right, I guess and then he started pushing hard and that did hurt. It
hurt a lot!

"Ohhh shit...Goddamn Stacy...that's fucking tight!" John must have been
gritting his teeth. "Come on, bitch...relax and enjoy it...Jesus!"

But there was no way I could relax. He felt huge, like someone was
shoving a red hot steel rod in my ass. My muscles strained to keep him
out and that only made it worse. It was a blunt, raping agony as he
slowly but steadily went deeper and deeper. My body was being split in
two, forced open to this ultimate humiliation. If I hadn't had my
mouth stuffed with Randy's cock I would have screamed long and hard.
As it was I still made a lot of noise, my body jerking and trying to
squirm away, but the two men held me in place. They forced me to take
it all.

"Man, she's doing it...Go for it man! Fuck her ass!...What a slut! Look
at her...She loves it!" All their voices had melted into one confusing
stream of words. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the deep
burning sensation of that cock in my ass. John wasted no time either,
he was fucking me hard, ripping his prick back and forth in short
quick strokes, making it a thousand times worse.

"Oh Stacy...love your ass..." He was saying. "I haven't fucked ass since I
was in Thailand...fuck!"

It didn't take him long to cum, at least. My asshole was clamped tight
around his cock, squeezing and resisting every movement he made. When
he tried to push in, it tried to keep him out. And when John pulled
his cock back, my ass would grab it and try and hold it in as long as
possible. It was painful and embarrassing and I moaned pathetically,
crying a little while they used me like a whore.

"I'm gonna cum, Stacy...I'm gonna cum in your ass...oh shit...fuck...!" John
groaned and shoved himself as far as possible, his big heavy balls
pressing up against my pussy as they released their load inside my
ass. He was shooting right into my bowels, I thought, flooding the
most private part of me with his dirty seed.

A moment later, as his cock stopped jerking inside me, John grabbed my
hair and pulled my head back, so I had to look over my shoulder at
him. My lips were swollen and slightly bruised, my eyes puffy and red.
I had cum and saliva dripping out of my mouth. John smiled and asked
me if I knew what the best part of ass fucking was.

"No." I whispered, barely able to understand what he was talking
about.

"It's getting cleaned up afterwards!" He laughed and let me go,
pulling his still hard cock from ass with a soft sucking plopping
sound. "Let's switch!"

"Hey I want some!" One of the guys who hadn't had me yet protested.

"Just for a minute, she's gotta learn, dude!" John was grinning as he
and Randy switched places.

Randy immediately shoved his prick into my butt, slapping my ass hard
and urging me to move. "Shake it Stacy! Gimme that ass, baby!" He
said, laughing as his buddies watched.

In front of me, John presented his semi-hard penis to my mouth, wet
and shiny with his sperm. I tried not to take it, knowing it had just
been deep in my ass, but he forced me, grabbing my face and squeezing
painfully at my jaw so I had to open wide. "Ass to mouth, Stace...Clean
it all up...eat your shit off my dick, Stacy..." He was saying the worst
things possibly, breaking me totally to his sick desires.

"She fuckin loves it....look at her go!" I could hear the guys talking.
"We should three hole her." Someone suggested and it didn't take long
before I found myself straddling Mark's thick hard cock as he lay on
the carpeted floor.

I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I didn't argue or fight
it. I was tired and afraid by now to look any of the guys in the face.
They owned me now, if that concept makes sense. They'd humiliated and
subjugated me completely and I was at a total loss to understand how
it had happened so quickly.

I was facing Mark as he smiled up at me, his hands on my hips, holding
me easily in place while Randy moved behind me, pushing me so I leaned
forward and I nearly cried out as I felt his cock pushing back into my
painfully sore and stretched asshole. The sensation of the two fat
pricks rubbing against each other through the thin walls of my cunt
and ass was almost too much. In a matter of seconds I was completely
stuffed back there, making me groan and shiver with the new
experience.

In front of me stood John, still insisting that I wash the remnants of
my very first ass fuck from his once again very large and hard cock. I
did it, opening my mouth for him and bathing his penis with my tongue.
Tasting the acrid and distinctive flavor of my own asshole as I did
it. Two other men, Dave on one side and Larry on the other, grabbed my
hands and directed my fingers to their hard pricks. I stroked their
erections slowly while I tried to suck and fuck three cocks all at
once. I had my eyes closed, trying to picture what I must have looked
like, stuffed with cock like that. But I shouldn't have worried, the
other two guys were getting plenty of snapshots.

I soon had Dave and Larry standing next to John, all three of their
cocks in front of my face so I could lick and suck each of them,
moving from one to another. I'd like to say I was drunk, or
threatened, or something...anything to explain why I was becoming such a
willing participant in my own gang-rape, but I wasn't. The pain
started going away mostly, even in my ass, as Randy's hot cum joined
John's. When Dave took Randy's place, thrusting his penis into my
greasy bowels easily, it almost felt good and I pushed back to meet
him, fucking the twin pricks in my cunt and ass with something akin to
enthusiasm.

This brought even more good humor from the guys, who cheered me on as
I started moving with them. I grew animated and active, sucking
Randy's cock clean of my asshole without hesitation, licking the
length of him and even taking his balls into my mouth. I jerked John
and Larry off, bringing their cocks together at one point so I could
lick at them both, trying to fit them both into my much too small
mouth. I was moaning and begging as if I were a real slut, asking the
guys to give it to me hard. To cum in my mouth and pussy and ass, to
fill me up with their cum.

I was dirty and exhausted and sore all over, but I was starting to
enjoy my newfound depravity. I was starting to fuck them for a change
and it somehow made a fundamental difference in the balance of power,
which was so subtle I might have missed it completely. After Mark came
in my pussy, I told John I wanted him there, filling my cunt with his
huge cock and after Dave blew his load in my ass I grabbed Mike by the
cock, smiling and pulling him back so he could do my ass. I wanted the
two biggest pricks there, each of them easily 8 inches long, in my ass
and pussy at the same time.

They rode me hard and it hurt, but in a good way I thought. For the
first time I was really enjoying the discomfort and I urged them on
breathlessly, begging them to fuck me harder. To use my cunt and ass,
to rape me good and make me hurt all over. I was practically bouncing
on those two wonderful cocks while the other five guys watched and
laughed and took pictures. The friction inside my body was amazing and
then I did it, I had my first orgasm since Dave had eaten me out
earlier. I was cumming hard and I collapsed on top of John, kissing
him with my cummy mouth, crying out and shivering uncontrollably. My
spasming cunt and ass triggering their own orgasms, so that John and
Mike climaxed at almost the same time, their cocks jerking and
spilling their thick hot semen deep inside me. It was good, so very,
very good like that.

None of us slept that night and I couldn't tell you for certain how
many times someone came in my mouth, pussy, or ass. Each of the guys
came at least three times, I do know that much. By three in the
morning I was totally spent, just laying there on the floor, somewhere
between awake and asleep while someone fucked me slowly. I was dirty
and tired and sore all over. My mouth tasted like sperm and my ass
felt like someone had squirted a can of grease inside me. I felt
squishy every time I moved.

Around me were the guys, some of them still drinking slowly. Or
nodding off with smiles on their faces, or just watching me as I got
fucked. Now and then one would slide over, to feed me his cock or play
with my tits, But mostly they just did it one at a time, and they were
gentle now too. Fucking me slowly, with some tenderness. I knew I was
probably pregnant. I'd be lucky if I didn't have triplets, I thought,
but I was beyond caring. That problem was in the future. If a guy
wanted to cum in my pussy I embraced it, kissing him while he did it,
hunching my hips up to meet his cock.

Finally, about four or so, Dave helped me up, taking me into the
little bathroom. I hadn't gone at all since we'd started and I
immediately felt the need, as if it had been there a long while,
unnoticed. I sat down, not embarrassed at all as Dave watched me. I
even spread my legs for him a little as my urine streamed out of me.
Great gobs of semen too, dripped and ran from my gaping sex. My pussy
was red and raw and my lips seemed swollen, fluttering even. I was no
longer a virgin, that was for sure. I stared at myself, uncertain how
I was feeling about that when Dave decided he had to go too. He just
grinned, aiming his cock between my thighs and finally letting loose
as he stood there. Of course he was missing intentionally and actually
pissing all over my pussy and it made us giggle like fools. He aimed
his cock at my tummy and then my boobs, covering me with his hot piss
until finally I leaned over, opening my mouth for him. He was pissing
even as I took him in my mouth, swallowing a bit of his urine, but
mostly letting it wash out of my mouth and down my body.

"God...I always wanted to try that." He said when he'd finished.
"Thanks."

I just laughed at him because being thanked for letting a guy pee all
over me sounded incredibly stupid. We took a shower together, talking
softly as he washed me. His hands were super gentle and he was very
good, washing my pussy and ass carefully. He asked me if I was mad at
him, or if I was okay with what happened. I just shook my head,
because I had no idea.

"I don't know yet." I shrugged and felt his fingers still probing
gently into my ass. "Am I a slut now?" I asked him, thinking I
probably was. A girl doesn't just fuck 7 guys at once and go on like
nothing happened.

"I don't know." Dave shrugged too. "We're on a mission, you know? What
happens on the boat stays on the boat, that's the rule. None of these
guys will bother you back at the base."

I didn't really believe that. "We're not on the boat yet." I looked at
him. "You guys raped me, you know?"

"Well..." He kind of looked away.

"I gotta have some..." I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. "Some
rules, I guess. Or I can't do this, you know? I'm going to go crazy
like this. You have to help me, David. I mean it."

There was a lot of emotion suddenly rising up inside me, a lot of
unexpected and conflicting feelings that were demanding expression. I
was hurt, I was angry and resentful. I didn't like those guys right
then, not even Dave...especially not Dave. I'd been lied to and used.
Raped and laughed at. They'd taken pictures of me and it was starting
to become real. I was maybe pregnant. One of them might have had some
disease or something. All my nightmares were coming to mind and I was
frightened again. And I liked it, that was the worst, and I could
barely admit it to myself. I had enjoyed it after a while, just as I
was enjoying it then, together with Dave in the shower. I wondered if
I really hated him, or just myself.

David hugged me, kissing me and I started crying. He told me I was
fine, that the guys all loved me, that we were a crew. Silly, banal
stuff like that. He slipped around behind me, so the hot water of the
shower fell on my face and breasts. He kissed my neck, telling me how
sexy I was. How beautiful and incredible I was. He was searching for
the right thing, the key that would make it all better, but there
wasn't one. I just stood there, leaning back against him, with my eyes
closed.

Even when I felt his cock, once again hard and throbbing, slipping up
and into my pussy from behind, I didn't say anything. I just took it,
grinding myself back onto it as Dave held me close, fucking me slowly
one last time. It felt good, and I tried to focus on that. On feeling
good and ignoring everything else. If it felt good, it was okay, I
thought. It was a rationalization, but it was all I had. Dave fucked
me a good long time like that, eventually moving faster and harder so
that I had to lean against the cool tiles and arch my back, pushing my
ass out for him while he pounded into me willing cunt. We didn't even
slow down as the guys shuffled in, one after another at irregular
intervals to piss. They smiled and waved and laughed, but they left us
alone and I was glad.

end
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