index


Message-ID: <48946asstr$1093266607@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: rache696@yahoo.com (Rache)
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 02:05:51 +0000 (UTC)
Subject: {ASSM} Stockholm (M+/F, Rape, NC)
Lines: 787
Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 09:10:07 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Story Code: M+/F, Rape, NC

Copyright 2004 Rachael P. Ross all rights reserved. This story may be
archived/reposted provided my name, email rache696@yahoo.com and this
notice are included in the message text. This story is fictional and
any similarities with reality is strictly unintended.

Author's Note: I really wrote this for the first 2/3rds of it. If I
could have ended the story right after the poker game, I would have,
but I needed to give the bang for the buck, so there it is. This is an
alternate story for an idea I had. The other story is called 'Ice
Cold' and I'll post that one too. -rr

=-=-=

Stockholm
fiction by rache



I needed a job. I was 22 and had finally finished college and now I
needed to work. I'll confess right now that I didn't have much
experience with working; my Daddy had pretty much made sure I had
everything I could want. I'd had a good allowance while I was going to
school, but you know, there comes a point in a young woman's life when
she wants to prove herself.

My first job was being a wife. I mean I graduate and got married and I
though, `Okay, now I'm set.' But unfortunately, I got fired. My new
husband of only 6 month was screwing our papergirl. Oh, don't worry
about her. She was 20 and went to nursing school; she just delivered
the morning paper for a little easy cash every week. I'd wondered why
she never came around to collect when I was home. I guess my husband
was giving her a good tip.

I heard he's married to her now.

After that, I just wanted to get as far away from that town as
possible. Bad enough having your marriage fail after just a few
months, but then it seemed most of our friends were really his
friends. It got a little cool around me and I felt pretty let down.

My name is Jessica, by the way, but everyone has always called me
Jesse, or just Jess sometimes. I'm a willowy sort of blonde, with blue
eyes and firm breasts that seem large because I'm only 5'4", but
they're just 34B's. I did some modeling in high school and again at
college, but just enough to know I didn't like it. I didn't like the
boredom, or a lot of the people. They just treated me like meat, and I
hated that. Most people see me, men I should say, and assume I'm just
another pretty blonde airhead. I hate that too. My degree is in
mathematics, statistics actually, but way beyond my ex-husband's
fascination with baseball numbers.

Anyway, I had good offers, but the job I finally ended up taking was a
little strange, a little...out there. Which is perhaps why I took it. It
was a 12 month position in Antarctica, monitoring the upper atmosphere
for NOAA and performing some meteorological experiments. It was part
of a larger permanent station that the government kept down at the
south pole, but this was very remote and isolated, with a small team
of only 5 people. It actually sounded kind of nice, to someone who
just wanted to get away from everything for awhile.

Most of the team was already down there, the scientists anyway and all
they needed was the statistician. The requirements were fairly simple,
a mathematics degree, some computer skills, and of course a good psych
screening. I managed to get through it all okay, although I sensed
some reluctance from the people in charge of the program. I'd
originally put Jesse on my application, and I guess they'd just
skipped the `sex' box where I'd checked the little `F' for female. All
the other people down there were men and the facilities weren't really
designed for coed habitation, but I persisted.

It wasn't like they had a lot of applicants to choose from.

Actually a rather misogynistic fellow named Frank finally hired me. He
was the kind of man that I detested really, always looking at me as
though I were naked and licking his lips. He called me his little
`morale booster' and decided I'd be good for cheering up the real
scientists, if nothing else. It embarrassed and angered me when I
found out he'd said that behind my back and I almost quit before I got
hired, but I didn't.

When I asked him about the facilities, explaining that I'd heard they
weren't really designed with women in mind, he shrugged it off. "You
won't be the first girl I've sent down there, all the other ones came
back just fine. In fact, a couple really wanted to stay for another
tour."

"Why didn't they?" I asked him, not totally believing anyone would
want to stay longer than 12 months.

"Oh, you know how those scientists are." He shrugged. "Always looking
for a challenge." And that made absolutely no sense to me, so I
dropped it. I got the feeling everyone in that program was a little
weird anyway.

I was allowed to bring 2 cartons with me; fairly large sturdy plastic
boxes that I could put anything I wanted into, but I couldn't bring
anything else. Twelve months on the South Pole? What would you bring?
One thing was for sure, I was going to need a good vibrator and a lot
of batteries! My boxes actually got there before I did, with big red
and white labels saying "Jesse Cullworth" on them. A boy's name I
suppose, which probably explains the surprised looks when the supply
plane dropped me off with a bag of mail and some spare parts.

"Who are you?" A man in a silver parka asked me.

I brushed my blonde hair out of my blue eyes and looked around at the
small camp, just a half dozen metal Quonset huts, and a lot of snow.
"I'm Jesse." I smiled.

"Holy shit." He said, then recovered a little. "I mean, uh, we thought
you were a guy. I mean, us...uh, guys. Jesse. Oh boy." He all smiles and
I thought he probably hadn't seen a girl in a long time!

It was kind of cute actually, the way you could just see the gears
turning, wondering how this was going to work. He got on his walkie
talkie and called to someone named Dave, just saying that Jesse was
here and we needed a little help moving some stuff to the barracks.

"Do you have a name too?" I finally asked.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm Peter." He held out a gloved hand and I shook
it. "Dave will be coming," he nodded as if agreeing to himself. "He'll
bring the cat and we can get your stuff inside. How was the trip?"

I made a face and he laughed. "Well," he told me, "I'm very glad you
made it, when we saw your name we figured we were getting some pimply
faced grad student." Peter made a face. "Pretty girls usually don't
make it this far."

I laughed a little. "Well, I hope I don't disappoint you guys. Frank
told me I wasn't the first woman he'd hired."

"Oh!" Peter seemed a little surprised. "Frank hired you?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"You won't be a disappointment then." He shook his head emphatically.
"Frank wouldn't have sent you unless you were..." he paused a for
second. "Uniquely qualified."

I really did laugh then. "I think Frank thought I was qualified as
soon as he saw I was a woman."

Peter nodded thoughtfully. "Could be." He said, then he laughed.

And so we made small talk until Dave showed up with a snow tractor and
got his very own shock as he saw that I was not a boy at all. We got
everything onto the cat though, and our first stop was the house. They
called it the house, but it was really just a large Quonset that had
been divided into 8 areas. There were five small private rooms, a
community area in the front, and separate bathroom and shower in the
rear. The walls between the private rooms, where we could sleep on the
small beds, or relax in the little chair, or write letters home on the
miniature desks, were not permanent. They were more like privacy
screens, and not very private at that.

Peter had gotten on his walkie-talkie again and pretty the other two
guys had shown up, so that I could meet everyone. Besides Peter and
Dave, there was Jim and Mike. They were all a lot older than me, the
youngest being 34 and the oldest about 44, all of them had doctorates
and were pretty smart. They also were typical geeks. Although Dave and
Jim were married, and Peter had been married but was now divorced, I
figured they'd all pretty much married the first girl they'd slept
with. They weren't bad looking...just geeks.

They told me pretty much everything I needed to know, and it became
apparent that it was going to be tough at first getting them to let me
do my job. Not only was it the male ego thing, but it was also the
thing with my looks. If I'd been brunette, with glasses maybe, and
small tits; wearing something frumpy instead of my hipsters and my
Chili Pepper's t-shirt, it might have been different. I kind of
frowned at my appearance since my t-shirt had the Blood, Sugar, Sex,
Magik logo on the back and the words` Suck My Kiss 'on the front,
right across my nipples. I'd taken off my bra on the flight down,
because it gets super annoying on airplanes and my big dark nipples
always get hard at the worst times. Like when I'm sitting there with 4
professors trying to prove how smart I am.

They'd learn, I figured. I'd just start getting involved, showing
these guys I'm smart and interested and that'll be that. In the
meantime, I wanted a shower. The guys all looked at each other and
decided that they had work to do and so I had privacy, which was a
good thing. They might have been called private rooms, but all they
had was curtains for doors and the partitions were only 5 feet high. I
was right between Dave and Mike and either one of them could look
right over anytime they wanted. At least the showers and bathroom had
real walls.

Later on I found the guys in the Office, as they called the Quonset
where all the computers were. This would be where I spent most of my
time, collecting data, collating it, putting it into usable form for
comparison or whatever. It was large enough, but cluttered. With junk
everywhere and trash, and I don't know what.

"Don't you guys ever clean up?" I laughed at them and they looked
around a little sheepishly. But I didn't push it, I was worried they'd
start calling me `Mother' or something equally dumb.

There was corkboard on the walls, mostly with data and other
information tacked to it, but there was also a large glossy photograph
of a blonde that left nothing to the imagination. She could have been
the poster girl for gynecology today and I looked at it, wondering how
I should react. It was only mildly annoying, I mean she didn't have
anything I didn't see every time I took a bath, and I looked just as
good as she did anyway. Better even.

"Oh, uh, sorry Jesse. She's our, um mascot, kinda....our good luck
charm." Jim started moving to take it down, but I stopped him.

"No, its okay guys, if it makes you happy then...I'll live with it." I
figured we could use some luck. The guys were probably thinking I was
a lesbian. "But maybe we should do...this." I grabbed a yellow sticky
and a pair of scissors from one of the desks and made a happy smiley
face with a magic marker, finally sticking it over the woman's exposed
genitals. "Have a nice day!" I smiled at my new friends.

My first night there I got a little surprise too. I'd stayed in the
common room watching a little TV while the guys showered, trying to
give them some privacy. They had about 300 movies, and a third of them
were all porn. Surprise, surprise. I began to wonder about these guys,
I really did. I ejected something called `Cum Luvin' Cheerleaders' and
put in Casablanca.

Later, lying in bed, I felt the partition next to my bed shaking a
little. Shaking a lot actually, and my first reaction was that the ice
pack was breaking up. It was scary for a second. Mike's bed was on the
other side of it and I jumped up, standing on my bed and looking over
without thinking.

"Mike! Mike!" I whispered urgently. "Something's wrong!" And then I
saw him in that dim light lying on his bed stroking a rather large and
hard piece of cock. He opened his eyes and his hand froze while he
just stared at me. I'd bet real money that he was turning 256 shades
of red, too, but I couldn't tell. I can tell you that I was though. My
face flushed and I just dropped like a stone, out of sight back to my
bed, pulling the covers over my head. The shaking stopped, but it was
a long time before I got to sleep.

There were a lot of little things like that the first week. I'd
learned that I had to basically announce my presence when I went in
the house, lest I catch someone in the middle of their bath. Like Jim,
strolling naked as a jaybird, his long soft penis swaying in the
breeze until he saw me standing there, just staring at it like a
little schoolgirl. He covered himself up, but we were both
embarrassed.

I'd also caught them all trying to get a peek at me, at one time or
another and I had to be careful about when I changed, when I showered,
all that stuff. They weren't like drilling holes in the walls or
anything, but you know what I mean. They were curious, they were men,
and I was the only girl around for 300 miles or more. And a good
looking one too, which probably didn't help the situation at all.

Finally I'd had enough, but I wasn't sure what to do. The guys had
made it a habit to play cards every night after dinner. They'd invited
me, but I didn't know the first thing about cards. Then I had a
thought. I went to the common room, where the guys were and asked if I
could play too. They said sure, what did I want to play? Hearts?
Spades? Rummy? I shook my head.

"I don't know any of those games." I said.

"Well, what games do you know?" Peter asked.

"I know how to play Strip Poker." I told them, with a small giggle. It
was time to slip into the dumb blonde routine. As much as I hated the
stereotype, I'd learned that there were times that it worked to my
advantage.

"Uh, okay." Peter said slowly, looking at the other 4 guys. "You guys
want to play strip poker?" They all looked at me and I smiled
hopefully.

"I only played once though, with my girlfriends at cheerleader camp
when I was in high school." I told them.

"You never played it with boys?" Mike asked me.

"Nope, uh-uh...we just bet our clothes right?" In all honesty, I just
planned on playing a few hands, having some laughs and showing these
guys my boobs maybe, just so they wouldn't be so uptight all the time.
I figured this would be a good way to do it, since I was trying my
best to look innocent and wide-eyed, and I didn't want them to think I
was some kind of slut. If these guys saw me mostly naked, well, that
would be it. They wouldn't be wondering or worrying about it anymore
and maybe they'd give me a break.

We got the rules straight, since I really had no idea how to play. And
the guys told me what beat what, like a flush beat a pair and all that
other nice to know junk. I didn't really pay attention, since I was
planning on just playing for a little bit and losing my shirt.

But you know, as you may have sensed, I do have a bit of a competitive
edge to me. I like winning, even at silly things, and as we started
playing, I started wanting to beat these guys. Beat the pants off
them, so to speak. That too could be a valuable lesson for them, I
thought.

But I wasn't very lucky, or maybe I just didn't know what I was doing,
because I was losing. I'd already lost my t-shirt and my pants, and my
socks, both of which counted as one bet. So I sat there in my bra and
panties, while Peter, Dave, and Jim had only lost their t-shirts, and
Mike had lost his t-shirt and his socks. I'd won a couple hands, but
lost a bunch more.

I felt my skin warming too as these guys stared at me. When I'd lost
my t-shirt, they were happy. I'd pulled it over my head and dropped it
on the table, wishing I'd worn a different bra. The one I had was a
red lace thing that barely covered my nipples. Well, I think it
distracted them a little too, because I'd actually won my shirt back
the next hand. But when I'd lost my pants, standing up and unbuttoning
them, pulling them down over my hips to show the matching red thong,
I'd really felt embarrassed. I sat down quickly and disappointment
showed on their faces.

But now, finally! I had a great hand, three 9's and two 4's a full
boat, as I'd learned it was known. I could barely conceal my joy! I
bet all of my clothes on it! And do you know what? The guys all
folded! Those jerks. The guys all laughed and told me I had a lot to
learn about poker and bluffing and stuff. All I won was their socks,
and Mike's pants, but I didn't get anything of mine back. Well, at
least I got to keep my bra on.

The next hand though, was almost as good as the previous one! I got 5
clubs dealt to me. They were all little, but it was a flush. And this
time I concentrated on looking worried. I'd had to ante up my bra, but
that stayed on until I lost. All I had left were some of their clothes
and my panties. I started small with Dave's t-shirt, and the guys must
have had some good hands too because all of them stayed in. We went
round and round, betting and raising. It was fun actually, because I
knew I was going to win with my flush. I had visions of getting all my
clothes and getting all theirs too!

But Jim and Dave and Peter all had more clothes to bet than I did. Jim
raised me and I had nothing left, even my panties were committed by
then. So I looked at him, not wanting to fold because that was the
rule if you couldn't match the bet. I was practically begging him not
to raise me again, telling him it wasn't fair and that it seemed like
he was cheating by doing that.

"It's not cheating, Jesse," Peter told me. "It's part of the game."

"Yeah, he's just bluffing you anyway." Dave told me with a grin.

"But I don't have anything left to bet!" I told them.

"Well, you could bet something else, you know." Mike was smiling too.

"Yeah." Agreed Peter.

Jim just stared at me over his cards, he wasn't giving anything away
and I had no idea what he had. But it couldn't be as good as my flush,
I thought.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh, like ummm....giving us a kiss, or something." Peter replied.

"A kiss?" I looked around.

"Sure, a kiss is worth as much as a t-shirt." Dave said.

"Uh, okay..." I kind of thought about it. A kiss wouldn't hurt,
especially since I would be losing. "Alright, a kiss then. I call." I
said happily.

"Okay." Peter looked at his hand and raised me again, betting his
underwear finally.

I glared at him. "You guys are ganging up on me!" I said.

"Not yet!" Jim laughed and I ignored it.

"Okay, so two kisses then. I call." I said unhappily.

"Oh no, two kisses doesn't cover that." Dave said.

"What? Why not?" I looked at him, biting my lip.

"Because it's just two kisses, like two t-shirts. Nope, you need to
come up with something better than that." And the other guys all
seemed to agree with him.

"So..." I really wanted to beat these guys now. Teach them a real good
lesson. "How about, um...what?"

"Well, gee...." Peter rubbed his chin.

"How about you have to do something?" Mike offered, and he wasn't even
in the hand anymore!

"Like what?" I frowned.

"Handjobs." Jim finally said.

"What?" I almost yelled, but I was in control, barely.

"Yeah, handjobs." Dave agreed.

"You have to jerk us off, all of us." Peter looked around the table
and they were nodding.

I should have quit right then. Jerking these guys off? Over a card
game? It kind of burned me and my face turned red with a little
embarrassment that they'd even think I'd agree to something like that.
But I was going to win, I was sure of it. So telling them I'd do it
was just teasing, it would be good punishment for them.

"Okay, handjobs then. Can I call now?" I had a bit of resignation in
my voice.

"Nope, because I am gonna raise you!" Dave smiled at me and I just
knew he was bluffing, trying to get my goat.

"What? You can't do that!" But I was wrong he did do that. And the
only way they'd let me match his bet was by promising blowjobs. They
were getting a lot less inhibited now and I was getting a little more
nervous. What if I did lose? Handjobs? Blowjobs? My God! What was I
doing? I felt a little panic rising inside me. I had to win, I
thought, I just had too.

"I can't wait to feel those lips, Jesse!" Peter was grinning at me and
it was a little shocking to hear him talking like that.

"Yeah, I hope she swallows!" Dave elbowed mike and they both laughed.

My face turned bright red and I looked down.

"You guys be nice." Jim said. "Jesse's a lady."

"Yeah, right now she is." Mike told him. "But by morning she'll be a
slut!"

"Shut up!" I told him. "You're going to be sorry when you see my
cards!" I smiled victoriously and laid down my 10 high flush. "See?"

"Those are pretty good cards, Jesse." Dave told me. "But I have one
too, queen high."

"Full house." Jim said. Three's over Aces.

"Four sixes." Peter laid them on the table and sat back with a
satisfied smile.

Everyone had beaten my little flush! I stared in shocked silence as
the realization of what I had bet came into my mind. I wasn't a
virgin, obviously, but I'd never been a party girl either. I'd had
boyfriends of course, but I didn't put out. I'd stayed a virgin until
I was 19 and even then I hadn't fooled around a whole lot. Maybe that
was why my ex had liked the papergirl so much.

"Now let's see those tits, Jesse." Peter licked his lips and all the
other guys were laughing and looking at me eagerly.

"Now...now hold on guys, I thought we were just...fooling around." I was
feeling very uncomfortable and I didn't want to be doing this at all.
"I can't really..." I stared at them in disbelief as my cheeks flushed.

"Jesse, you made the bet, nobody forced you." Peter told me and the
guys all agreed. "Now we want to collect!"

"Yeah, Jesse." Dave nodded. "You got nobody to blame but yourself,
girl!"

"But guys, come on! You can't be serious!" I was laughing like it was
some kind of a joke, but I wasn't convincing.

"Of course we're serious!" Mike said and he reached over to take my
hand. "I don't know about these guys, but all I've been thinking about
is you!"

"No, no...I mean...I..."

But Mike was standing and pulling me up out of my chair with him.
"Come on, don't be a tease Jesse!" Peter was moving too, coming around
behind me and touching my hips, rubbing up and down.

"No, okay?" I made up my mind. "No, I just can't do this, alright?
Sorry guys, but I'm just not that kind of girl." I pulled my hand away
from Mike and started reaching for my clothes.

"You little tease!" Peter grabbed me by the hips and spun me around,
pushing me over the table. "You're exactly that kind of girl!"

Jim grabbed my hands and pulled me flat, so I was laying on my stomach
and my feet came off the floor. "We didn't want to do it like this
Jesse." He told me. "Get some rope Dave."

"No!! Noooooo!!" I was screaming and I started fighting them, kicking
back with my legs and trying to yank my arms away. Peter was basically
laying on me then, his hips between my spread thighs and the weight of
his chest on my back. My kicking did no good at all and Jim was too
strong for me, I couldn't get my hands free. "Please!! Please....Let me
go!! Don't...Don't do this to me!" I felt my eyes starting to grow wet
and I looked up at Jim. "Please Jim, just stop okay? This isn't fun
anymore. I don't like it!"

"We like it though." Jim looked down at me smiling.

"Yeah, we like it just fine, Jesse!" Dave had come back with some thin
nylon rope and they tied my arms to the legs of the table, Jim holding
me tightly so that all of my struggles were wasted. My arms were
pulled forward at the shoulders and then down at the elbows, with the
strong thin rope around my wrists. I pulled but there was no getting
loose from them.

"Oh please! God no...Not like this! I'll do it...I swear! I will....Just let
me go!" I was really starting to cry now as I knew I was going to live
every woman's worst nightmare. They didn't tie me down like this just
so I'd give them blowjobs, they were going to rape me!

"We know you'll do it Jesse, you'll do it just like we want you to."
Peter was grabbing one of my legs, while Mike took the other one so
Dave could tie those own as well. "And you know what the best part
is?"

I looked at him through my tears, shaking my head no.

"We can do this to you for the next 12 months..." He laughed. "Every
fucking day until you beg to be our little slut."

The boys stood back then, having secured me tightly. My legs were
spread and tied to the table supports, thick metal beams riveted to
the floor. My hands as well, stretching me on my belly, helpless and
at their mercy.

"Got the camera?" Jim asked.

"Right here!" Mike opened a drawer and pulled out a Polaroid, and
started taking my picture. I closed my eyes as hot tears ran down my
blushing face.

"Don't worry, Jesse, by the time were done, you'll look at these
pictures and wonder what all the fuss was about." Jim told me.

"Yeah, Jesse, this is the hard part. After awhile you'll love it."
Peter added.

They sounded like they were talking from experience, so cocky and sure
of themselves, but I knew they were lying. I'd never enjoy this, never
in my life. I hated them right then, more than I'd ever hated anything
or anyone in my life. I hated those four men.

"No...oh God." I whispered and then I broke down, trembling and sobbing
pitifully as they ripped off my bra and panties, exposing my ass and
pussy to their eyes and fingers and pricks. "Please...you don't have
to...to do it this way!"

I really would have given myself to them, I think. I'd have done
anything to keep from being raped. But it wasn't about what I wanted,
or didn't want, and they ignored my promises.

Jim went first, he didn't waste any time as I felt the head of his
cock rubbing my dry slit. I was trembling with fear and humiliation
and there was no way I could relax, let alone get moist for these
guys. But that didn't seem to bother him at all.

"You ready Jesse?" Jim asked me, and as I opened my mouth to say
something plaintive in reply he thrust forward with his hips, 
spearing his hard cock deep into my reluctant folds. It was a sharp
painful entry and I screamed with surprise but the guys just laughed
and someone took another picture.

"Jesse's first fuck!" Dave said.

"Yell all you want, Jesse." Peter told me. "We like it."

"Goddamn right we do," Mike had his penis out and stroked it slowly in
front of my face. "Love to hear stuck-up bitches like you scream."

I sobbed as I looked up at him, begging with my eyes for him to let me
go. But he just smiled and leaned forward so he could slap my tear
stained face with his hard dick.

Jim fucked me hard and fast, tearing at the soft walls of my cunt and
I felt as though he was stabbing me with a red hot knife. "Fuck, she's
tighter than hell guys, damn this is one fine girl!"

"Well hurry up, man!" Peter chuckled and he too had removed his
swollen cock. "I'd like to crack that cunt before the ice melts."

"Don't worry, she ain't going anywhere for a long time!" Jim slapped
my ass as he fucked me, breathing hard and slamming his prick balls
deep over and over. "Ain't that right Jesse?"

I groaned weakly and felt myself burning all over from the painful
embarrassment of being used that way. "Please...please...stop.." I
whispered, but if any of them heard me they didn't show it. I closed
my eyes then, just feeling my body sliding a fraction back and forth
over the cold hard table, my pussy being spread around the thickness
raping deep inside me.

After Jim came, plunging his prick as far inside me as he could, it
was Peter's turn. He fucked me hard too, but by now I was slick with
Jim's sperm and it felt a little less painful, but no less
humiliating. After he'd sprayed my womb with his seed it was Mike's
turn. His cock was the thickest, but mercifully it wasn't long as
well. Still, it felt like I was a virgin again, even lubed with 2
loads of hot cum already, it hurt a lot. He liked to move around too,
as if trying to find some hidden spot inside me that hadn't been raped
yet. He shot his load with a laugh, mixing it deep in my cunt with
that of his friends. Finally it was Dave's turn. Long Dave, who wasn't
as thick as Mike, but easily the longest of the four men. He was porn
star long, like 11 inches probably, although it felt more like a yard
as he fed that long hard prick inside until he bottomed out against my
cervix.

I jumped with pain, straining again at the ropes holding me and I
think I even squeaked a little when the head of his cock rammed into
my soft flesh. "Oh, I think she likes it Dave!" Peter laughed.

"Yeah she does! Her cunt is sucking me like a mouth, shit!" Dave
slapped my ass. "Just a couple more inches, Jesse."

"I groaned loudly and begged him to stop. "Please...Dave...don't...I can't...I
can't take it..."

"Sure you can, Jesse." Jim grinned at me as I looked at him standing
beside me.

"They all say that!" Mike laughed.

"You can do it, slut...Take that big dick and make us proud!" Peter had
grabbed a cup of coffee and stood there naked from the waist down,
drinking it like it was just another normal day.

Dave slammed into me repeatedly until I was crying out, begging him to
stop, and he finally came with a heavy grunt and an explosion of
warmth against my bruised and battered cervix. I gave one last moan
and collapsed, thankful that it was finally over as Dave pulled out. I
had no idea what would happen next, I was young and na�ve and
desperate enough to believe that they'd just untie me and let me go.

They didn't.

The guys sat around me, leaving me tied to the table. One of them,
Peter I think, took a close up of my wide-spread cunt, gaping and
leaking their sperm. "I'll send this one to Frank." He laughed. "He
sure knows how to pick em!"

"Wh-What?" I gasped weakly.

"You're not our first stats girl, Jesse." Jim explained. "We get a new
one every year. Young and pretty..."

"Not as pretty as you though!" Mike interjected to their mutual
agreement.

"Little girls who act all innocent and pure, but after awhile they
turn into real sluts." Jim rubbed my cheek with his finger, feeling my
warm tears. "You will too, eventually. You'll be begging to suck and
fuck and do whatever you can to get some dick in that hot little box
of yours."

"No..." I whispered, shaking my head.

"Oh yeah, Jesse. A year is a long time. We'll leave you on the table
for a few days, I think. It'll be a good lesson to start with. After
that we'll work on your real training, but for now...You just need to
get used to having a cock inside you every chance you get."

As soon as Jim said that I felt Peter's cock pushing into my cunt,
squishing all the sperm that was inside me out the sides and down my
thighs. He fucked me slower this time, really enjoying it and after 10
minutes or so I was shocked to find my body responding to his
gentleness. It started feeling good, even though I wouldn't allow my
body to show any outward sign of it.

After Peter came inside me it was Mike's turn and he was still very
thick and I felt the soreness returning. He wasn't being the nice easy
slow fuck that Peter had just been either. He fucked me hard, slapping
my ass until I thought I was on fire and jamming his prick into me at
rough angles, to stretch me even further. All my good feelings
disappeared and I wept again.

Waking up was a disorienting experience. I felt sore all over, even
before I opened my eyes. I had the merest glimmer of hope that I'd
been dreaming, but finding myself still tightly bound to the table
brought me back to the painful reality of my situation. I was covered
with dried cum and every part of me that had been raped, my mouth,
cunt, and ass, all felt indistinguishable. Tender aching places,
stretched and stained. My lips were bruised and the taste in my mouth
was singularly disgusting. I would have cried, but I honestly think
I'd spent myself emotionally during that long night. All I could do
was lay there.

Dave walked in a short while after I'd become conscious. "Good
morning, Jesse." He smiled and I just stared at him. "Do you want to
take a bath? Get cleaned up, have a little breakfast maybe?"

I was nodding, not trusting myself to speak. My throat hurt and even
swallowing was painful, but a bath...Oh God, what I wouldn't give for
that small comfort.

"Great." Dave moved closer, his hands running over the knotted ropes
that held me down. "Then all you have to do is beg me to fuck you." He
looked at me expectantly.

I..." My voice sounded like a frog croaking and I felt my eyes getting
wet. This guy had raped me. He'd hurt me in every way he could,
physically, emotionally, even spiritually, and now he wanted me to
beg?

"You can do it, Jesse." His voice was soft. "Just ask me nicely. Beg
me to fuck you and we'll get you in that nice hot water, huh?"

"I...can't...please..." My voice was barely a whisper.

"Oh, well then, I guess you need some time to think about it." He
nodded. "But as long as I'm here." He unzipped his pants and pressed
his hard cock to my ass. "Might as well knock off a piece real quick,
eh?" He laughed as I screamed when he penetrated me hard, slamming his
cock into my already torn and tender anus.

"She still tight?" I heard Jim's voice and I shuddered, laying there
helplessly on my belly, being abused.

I hadn't realized how badly I'd needed to use the bathroom until at
some point during the rape of my ass my bladder lost control and hot
piss flooded out of my pussy, spilling down my thighs much to the
amusement of my captors. If it was possible to add anything to my
humiliation, that was it and I could only shut my eyes tightly to the
laughter of Jim and Dave.

"Not too tight." Dave judged. "But nice and hot." He slammed his cock
in and out of me for several minutes. "Here you go bitch!" He suddenly
dumped his sperm deep in my burning ass and then pulled out, moving
around to my mouth, grabbing my face and forcing my lips open. "Clean
it, slut!" He ordered and started fucking his cock into my throat.

Jim moved behind me and took me in the pussy then, ripping through the
tender folds easily and making my whole body wince with every painful
stroke. "Getting all this on tape?" He said at one point and I heard
Peter from somewhere to my left saying that he was.

The three men all raped me twice more before lunch, filling my mouth,
ass, and cunt with their cum. Peter wheeled the television stand over
so I could see it and plugged in his camcorder, starting the tape so I
had no choice but to watch it. To see myself being raped over and over
again. Even if I closed my eyes, or looked away, he turned the sound
way up so it almost hurt my ears. He turned off the lights and closed
the blinds so it was dark and gave my ass a little slap telling me
they'd be back later.

=-=-=

Now it's a year later. I'm sitting in the office, typing this up,
trying to remember how I felt so long ago. But truthfully I can't. I
remember the pain, the humiliation. But rape...was it really? I watch
the tapes every now and then, sometimes alone, but usually with one or
two of the guys. We watch it while they fuck me, while I suck their
beautiful cocks and swallow their sperm. I always wonder who the woman
is on those tapes. She isn't me, not any longer.

They'd kept me tied down for a week and by the end of it I was so
grateful, you couldn't imagine it. The men spent two more weeks
training me, teaching me how they liked to wake up to a blowjob in
Peter's case, or how Dave liked to piss in my mouth. I bathed them
each day, I washed their clothes and cleaned our house. I cooked and
sewed and slept with them all. I only wanted to please them, to show
them how grateful I truly was.

They hadn't raped me, I know now. Not really, I'd deserved it. I'd
asked for it and begged for it. It was my fault that I hadn't enjoyed
it. I know that and I'm so glad that they forgave me. That they loved
me every day for a year, showing me how special and beautiful I really
am.

I've applied twice for an extension of my tour down here. But it's
been disapproved both times. NOAA doesn't think keeping a woman here
for more than 12 months is such a good idea. Frank has already sent us
a short telex saying a young grad student named Jill is going to take
my position. But I seriously doubt she could ever do some of the
things I've done for these guys. I told them she was probably fat and
ugly and had the brain of a squirrel. But Mike and the others just
laughed, as though he'd heard someone make that same prediction about
me once.

I have to go, I can hear the supply plane and my ticket out of here.
Time to face the real world again. At least my picture will be waiting
for this Jill person, tacked to the wall, with my legs open and
inviting. The way hers will be in a year, I'm sure.

The end
rache696@yahoo.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+