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Hi!  Its me again.  All the usual warnings apply.

   Hugs,

   Canary <1st attachment, "FORCE ME AGAIN.doc" begin>

   FORCE ME AGAIN

   Another erotic story by Canary

   Authors Note:

   This is a continuation of my previous story entitled FORCE ME.  It is
written at the request of a reader.  If you haven't done so, you might want
to go back and read the previous story first as it will make this story a
lot more understandable.

   While, unlike my first story, you'll find romance here, there is still
plenty of violent and painful sex.  If that's your cup of tea I think you
will enjoy this one.

   Hugs and Kisses,

   Canary
PROLOGUE:

   (From the first story epilog)

   He drove me back to my car, opened the door and helped me get behind the
wheel.  He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead.  "If you
ever want to be raped again, give me a call.  You've got the number.," he
said softly.

   "Fat chance," I said bitterly.  He closed my door and then he was gone.

   Somehow I managed to make it back to my apartment and collapsed on the
bed.  I almost immediately fell asleep and slept the sleep of the dead.

   Now Its been two months since the events I have related previously.  The
bruises have faded to almost nothing and I feel remarkably well
considering.

   I slept for almost 24 hours before I finally woke up.  It was two weeks
before I could return to work.  I left the safety pins in my nipples so
that I could remember why I never wanted to return to that hellhole in the
country.

   Still, I masturbate almost daily remembering what occurred.  I'm still
not sure how I feel about what happened but I know that when my fingers are
rubbing rapidly over my clit the orgasms are better than they have ever
been before.

   I came home from work today and collapsed into the easy chair in my
living room.  I noticed that Eric's number was still laying on the table
beside my chair.  I sat and thought for a few minutes and then picked up
the phone and started to dial.  He answered on the second ring.  When I
heard his voice I hung up immediately.

   Chapter One Again?

   As I sat in my chair wondering why I had made that call I began to
tremble uncontrollably.  Had I actually considered going back to let him
hurt me again?  Had he somehow damaged my psyche worse than he had damaged
my body?  Yet I couldn't deny that despite the pain, despite the
humiliation, I had enjoyed the experience immensely.

   But surely it was a one time thing.  I couldn't possibly want to
experience it again.  Could I?  Could I really?  I sensed rather than knew
that the only logical answer to that question was no, but my heart said the
answer was yes.  I had never been so confused in my life.  I knew
instinctively that I hadn't been the same since it happened.  I went about
my life at work woodenly and snapped at my coworkers for the slightest
infraction.

   My thoughts were interrupted by the jangling of the telephone.  With
shaking hand I reached and picked it up.  "Hello"

   His voice was booming.  "How dare you call me and hang up, slut?  Just
who the fuck do you think you are?"

   I realized sickly that he must have Caller ID!.  "I'm sorry, Sir," I
mumbled.  "I called and then I got scared."

   His voice calmed somewhat.  "Well, what was it you wanted, slut?"

   I wanted to tell him that it was all a mistake or at least that I didn't
know.  Instead, I heard myself saying, "I was wondering if you'd like to,
like to...you know...do it again."

   He wasn't going to let me off the hook.  "Do what again, slut?"

   I took a deep breath.  "Rape me."

   There was a long silence.  "If we do, I'll have to warn you.  It will be
a lot worse than last time and there be more men than just me using you
worthless holes."

   I had never thought about that.  As I did, I could feel myself getting
excited.  What would it be like having three or four men using me for their
own pleasure and not caring what I felt?  What if there was more than three
or four.  I had to ask.  "How many men?"

   "Not that it's any of your fucking business, there will be at least
three including me.  And we'll want you to be with us at least four days."

   I shuddered with pleasure at the thought.  "Okay," I replied.  "If I can
get the time off from work." I knew that I could, I hadn't taken a vacation
in three years and had a lot of time built up.  I just wanted to give him a
hard time about it...not appear too anxious.

   His voice was completely reasonable.  "See if you can get Friday and
Monday off next week and call me Monday night at seven and let me know."

   "Okay," I said simply.

   "By the way," he said in a conversational tone.  "Do you still have the
safety pins?"

   I brought my hand to my left breast.  I could feel the hardness of the
pin pressing through my bra.  I gripped the pin and pulled as hard as I
could, reveling in the pleasure/pain.  I could feel my juices dripping out
of my cunt.  "Yes," I told him.  "I'm still wearing them."

   He chuckled.  "Well, take them out before you come to see us.  We'll
have other uses for those pretty pink tits of yours.  I'll talk to you
tomorrow." The phone went dead.

   At work the following Monday I told my boss I needed Thursday, Friday,
and Monday off to go see my sister in New Mexico.  She was going through a
really messy divorce and I wanted to be there for moral support.  He said
that was fine and to take all the time I needed.

   Time dragged as I waited until 7:00 p.m.  that Monday night.  Now that I
had decided to go through with it, I couldn't wait for it to begin.  I
wondered what would happen.  Would they all take me at the same time?  How
rough would they be?  I hoped it was very rough, because that's all a slut
like me deserves.  I must have masturbated fifteen times while waiting to
make the call, just imagining what might happen.

   At two minutes until seven I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
He picked up on the second ring.  "Hello."

   "Hello, Eric, it's Susan." My voice was shaky.  I was a bit scared and
more than a little excited.

   "Well, did you get the time off?"

   I took a deep breath.  "Yes," I said trembling a little as I did so.  "I
even took Thursday off just to get myself ready for you."

   There was a long pause at the other end.  "That's great," he finally
said.  "Now, let's get the business end of this thing out of the way.  I'm
going to have to make a few changes to the contract.  I'll do that and stop
over tonight about ten for you to sign it.  Would that work for you?"

   I had forgotten about the contract part of this thing.  "I guess it
would be okay.  I normally don't go to bed until after the eleven o'clock
news."

   "Great, I'll see you in a few," he said and hung up.

   I was a bit confused.  On the phone Eric was as normal as any man could
be.  There was no hint of the violent maniac who had taken me so
ruthlessly. I wondered which Eric it would be when he got to my house
tonight.

   I thought maybe I should clean up a little before he arrived.  The house
was okay, but I had on tattered jeans and a baggy sweat shirt.

   I went upstairs and took a quick shower.  I put on my sexiest bra and
panty set and topped that off with a light blue party dress.  I thought
about taking the safety pins out but decided to leave them in until the
Friday I was to be attacked.  A set of medium high heeled shoes completed
my outfit.  I wondered why it was that I was dressing up for him.  After
all he was really nothing to me...was he?

   I had just completed putting on my makeup and was walking down the
stairs when the doorbell rang.  I looked at my watch.  It was 9:30.  He
must have made better time than he expected.

   I opened the door and he was standing there dressed in a navy blue suit
with a white shirt and maroon tie.  He was carrying a briefcase.  He looked
good!  I stepped back to let him in.  "Hello, Eric."

   "Hello, Susan.  You look really good tonight."

   "So do you, Eric." I thought how ridiculous it was.  We were acting like
two old friends about to go out on a date.

   He asked if there was somewhere that we could go to look over the
contract.  I took him to the kitchen and we sat down beside each other.  He
opened the briefcase and withdrew a two sheet contract.

   "Look it over and let me know what you think," he told me.  "If there's
something that you can't live with, let me know and we can change it.  I
brought a floppy disk with me."

   We were both silent while I read over the contract.  It was similar to
the one I had signed previously except the time ran from five on Thursday
to five on Monday.  The part about all disfigurements being below the
armpits was still there but there was no mention of them being minor enough
to fade within a year.  I asked him about that.  His response was that he
had told me that this would be much rougher than the first and that while
he had no intention of letting anything get out of hand he wouldn't
guarantee it.  He did guarantee that there would be nothing occur that
cause permanent physical damage or disable me in any way.  Finally, I
picked up a pen, signed it, and pushed it back to him.

   After he had placed it in his briefcase and closed it he picked up the
cup of coffee which I had given him and took a sip.  He looked at me.  "You
know, I was thinking.  It's such a nice night an you're dressed up and so
am I.  Why don't we go out for a late dinner and then maybe we could find
somewhere to dance for a while."

   I looked at him suspiciously.  "How do I know that the evil you isn't
going to come out while were dining or dancing?"

   He laughed.  I was a good laugh deep, masculine.  "You don't have to
worry about that my Sweets.  I'll be on my best behavior.  Although you ARE
very beautiful and I might try to kiss you goodnight."

   His good spirits were infectious.  I chuckled.  "And if you do, I just
might let you."

   So it was that we had a quick meal at Burger King as nothing else was
open.  We went to a bar and drank and danced until about midnight.  Then,
because we both had to be to work in the morning we returned to my home. 
At the door he did try to kiss me and I did let him.  It was a deep, spit
swapping kiss that made me tingle all the way down to my toes.  I invited
him in.

   Inside with the door closed and locked, the kiss continued.  I pressed
against him pushing my tits into his chest.  I feel him unzipping the back
of my dress and I step back long enough to let it slip off my shoulders and
into a heap on the floor.  I peel the suit jacket from him and then remove
his tie and shirt.  He pulled me to him once again kissing me passionately.
As I'm fumbling with his belt, I feel him opening the clasp at the back of
my bra.  He pulls back long enough to remove it and pulls me back to him.
My bare tits now pressing into his masculine chest.

   I was so hot I could barely stand it.  I slid down pulling his pants and
boxers along with me.  I quickly slid off his shoes and removed the pants
and boxers completely casting them to one side.  When I raised up his erect
member snapped to attention right before my face.  I leaned forward and
took the head into my mouth.  I slide up and down on it and was almost
immediately rewarded with a mouthful of delicious cum.  I swallowed it
greedily.  When the spurting finally stopped I was amazed to find that he
was still hard.

   He reached down and lifted me up by my armpits.  He leaned forward and
kissed me greedily.  I knew that he could taste his own deposit but that
didn't seem to bother him at all.  He picked me up like I was a rag doll.
"Your bedroom?" he whispered.

   "Up the stairs, the first door on the right," I replied softly.

   He effortlessly carried me up the stairs and gently deposited me on my
bed.  He climbed in beside me.  His left hand went to my right breast and
he leaned over to kiss me passionately.  I was going higher and higher as
his hands roamed over my nearly naked body.  He nuzzled my neck running his
tongue around each ear.  I couldn't believe how gentle he was as his lips
went to each tit, taking the pin into his mouth and sucking gently bringing
me unbelievable pleasure.

   His mouth went lower and circled my belly button.  Every nerve in my
body was tingling with excitement.  His hands hooked into the sides of my
panties and I raised slightly to help him get them down and off.

   He kneeled between my legs licking up each thigh never quite reach the
nirvana of my sex.  I heard little squeals of pleasure emanating from
somewhere and then I realized it was me.  Suddenly he was at my clit
sucking hard and I went over the top as wave after wave of intense pleasure
swept over me.  And still he continued worshiping my cunt using his tongue
to bring me orgasm after orgasm until I thought I couldn't take it anymore.

   Finally he raised up and centered his massive hardness against my
opening.  He lunged forward suddenly and buried himself completely within
me.  I moaned with the joy of it.  He held still for a moment and then
began the in and out motions of love.  Slowly at first and then faster and
faster and faster.  I was moaning and moaning.  "Oh God, don't stop, please
don't stop.  Fuck me...Fuck me...FUCK ME." I squealed like a banshee as the
massive orgasm overtook me.  I felt him stiffen and squirt his life-giving
fluid inside me.

   He collapsed on top of me and then quickly rolled to his side to keep
his weight off of my body.  We were both breathing heavily, gasping for
breath.  As our breathing returned to normal I rolled into his arms and put
my head on his shoulder.  "That was incredible," I said softly.

   "Um hum, it sure was," he said.  "You're unbelievable."

   I raised up on one elbow and looked down at him smiling.  "You're pretty
unbelievable yourself you know." He just smiled and pulled me back into his
arms.

   We lay quietly for a long time, just enjoying the closeness of each
other.  Finally he spoke.  "Honey," he said softly.  I couldn't believe he
had called me that.  After all, our relationship wasn't exactly romantic
although I had to admit that I liked him a lot more now than I did before.
He continued, "would you answer a question for me?"

   "I'll try."

   "Well," he said and paused.  I knew he was considering his words
carefully.  "You really seemed to enjoy what we did tonight."

   "You can say that again," I interjected.

   He chuckled.  "If you like normal sex that much, why do you want to be
raped?"

   I thought about it a minute.  "I don't know if I can answer that, but
I'll try."

   "My parents died when I was twelve.  The only other living relatives
that I had were my Uncle George and Aunt Martha so I was sent to live with
them.  Aunt Martha was a wonderful woman who treated me like her own
daughter.  Uncle George was nice enough but kind of distant.  I figured it
was because I wasn't really a blood relative as Aunt Martha was my mother's
sister."

   "For about a year and a half everything was great.  I was beginning to
get over my parent's death and I enjoyed being around Aunt Martha.  She was
teaching me how to cook and even to sew a little.  Unfortunately, she
developed a fast acting form of cancer and died shortly before my
fourteenth birthday.  That left my Uncle George and I alone together."

   I took a deep breath.  "After his wife died, Uncle George began to drink
heavily.  For the first week or so he paid almost no attention to me and I
was basically on my own.  I went to school every day and tried to act more
like an adult than I really was."

   "I've known some men who were happy drunks.  Uncle George wasn't one of
them.  When he got drunk he was one of the meanest men I've ever known. 
Anyway, it all started on my last day of school in the eighth grade.  I was
happily looking forward to three months away from any cares at all.  I went
tripping into the house intending to run up to my room and change into my
play clothes and go back outside.  Unfortunately, I let the door slam
behind me and that let Uncle George know that I was home."

   "He called me into the living room and he and his friend Mike raped me
right there on the floor.  From that point on my life became a living hell.
I was raped almost every night, sometimes by four or five men.  It went on
and on for four more years until Uncle George finally killed himself in a
car wreck."

   "Somehow, though through all the pain and all the degradation, I came to
enjoy the rapings.  I learned to associate pain and sex as being the only
way to attain orgasm.  Until I was here with you tonight I had never
attained an orgasm unless there was violence involved."

   I buried my head in his shoulder and began to sob.  I had never told
another soul what had happened to me.  Why had I bared my soul to this
man...this stranger...this rapist?

   He hugged me close.  "I'm sorry you had such a rough life.  I'll
understand if you want to back out of Thursday night.  Maybe we could still
see each other and see what works out."

   I looked up at him.  Tears were still running down my face.  "I don't
know.  Would you enjoy raping me?"

   His reply was quiet.  "Yes, very much so, but if you don't want us to,
I'll understand."

   "And could we still see each other afterward?" I asked hopefully.

   "Of course, my dear, now that I've found somebody who feels the same way
I do you don't think I'm going to let her get away do you?"

   "In that case," I replied, "I've love to have you and your friends rape
me.

   Chapter Two Thursday

   Eric spent the night in my bed on Monday.  We overslept and were both
late for work on Tuesday and still the day seemed to last forever. 
Wednesday was even worse because I knew that on the next day I would be
enjoying the pain and pleasure of being used by men who didn't care at all
about my pleasure.  Well, maybe Eric would, but I'm sure his two friends
wouldn't.

   All I could think about was what was going to happen.  I was dripping
juices the whole day.  Finally, I went to the ladies room and put a Kotex!
in my panties because I was afraid if I didn't I would start dripping on
the floor and that would have been really embarrassing.

   Thursday morning I slept late not awaking until around ten.  I walked
down the stairs in my nightgown and fixed myself some breakfast.  I ate as
much as I could because I didn't know for sure if I would be fed over the
next four days.  Returning up stairs, I stripped off my nightgown and took
a long leisurely shower.  The feeling of the spears of water beating on my
breasts cause my nipples to harden.  My hands crept between my legs,
rubbing furiously.  When I finally came, I was laying lengthways in the tub
with my right leg hanging over one edge.  The water was beating directly on
my pussy.

   I dried and went back to the bed and laid down for a while.  Eventually
I drifted off to sleep.  When I awoke again, it was nearly five in the
afternoon.  I got up and looked at myself naked in the mirror.  I liked
what I saw.  Not bad for a 26 year old I thought to myself.

   Because my breasts were small there was not even a hint of a sag.  I
smiled and removed the safety pins from my pierced nipples.  I threw them
in a jewelry box and looked again.  I wondered what my tits would look like
when I came back.  I was sure they would be badly bruised if nothing else.

   I put on a conservative white cotton bra and white silk panties.  I
donned a thin white blouse and knee length black skirt and I was dressed as
instructed.  I put on just enough makeup to look sexy, but not enough to
look slutty.  Finally, I put the same jeans and long sleeve black blouse I
had worn home on my previous return in a paper bag and I was ready to go.
It was seven o'clock.  I called for a cab.

   As I waited, I could feel myself getting wet between my legs.  I thought
about masturbating but decided I didn't have time.  The cab arrived about
7:30.

   I arrived at the restaurant around eight and had dinner.  Again I ate as
much as I could comfortably hold.  A second cab took me to the area of
Warren Road between seventh and eighth.  The cabby told me it wasn't a very
safe area for a young woman like me and I thanked him for his concern but
told him I was sure I would be quite safe.

   I secretly wondered to myself why Eric had chosen this neighborhood to
pick me up from.  It really wasn't a very safe area.  I told myself I was
just being silly.

   It was twenty minutes after nine and beginning to get dark.  I was about
ten minutes early.  There wasn't a lot of traffic at this time of night.  I
think I only saw about two cars go past in the first couple of minutes.  I
hoped Eric would get here soon because I was getting a little nervous.

   A rickety old van was coming down the street and I backed a little way
away from the curb further into the shadows.  The van pulled over to the
curb about ten yards way from where I was standing and a huge black man got
out.  The van pulled quickly on down the street and pulled about ten yards
ahead of me and a second black man got out.  Terrified, I ran for the other
side of the street.  This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

   The men started chasing me and quickly caught me.  They carried me back
to the van and brutally threw me inside.  I felt a pain in my right
shoulder as it hit the hard floor of the van.  The two men climbed inside
and shut the door.  I could feel the van beginning to move again.

   They were on me in a flash.  I was struggling furiously.  Unable to stop
them, they pulled a hood over my head effectively blinding me.  Their hands
were all over me.  My hands were tied behind me and I realized that
struggling was useless.

   My skirt was ripped from my body and then my panties were shredded.  I
was now naked from the waist down.  I felt one of the men trying to climb
between my legs and I started struggling again.  "Hold this bitch," one of
them growled.  I felt my hands being yanked above my head and held down.

   The other man now had one of my ankles in each hand.  I tried to stop
him from spreading my legs but he was too strong for me. 
"PLEASE...NO...DON'T," I begged.  Then I felt him pushing at my pussy.  I
moved my hips and he rammed into my pelvic bone but failed to penetrate me.

   With two or there more tries he finally gained entrance.  It was the
thickest cock I had ever had in me.  He lunged forward and I screamed.  Oh
how I screamed.

   AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEE

   It was also the longest cock I had ever taken.  It plunged into my
vagina, right through my cervix and into my uterus.  He started fucking me
furiously.  I stopped struggling but I couldn't stop screaming.  The pain
was just too great.

   He was pounding hard against my pelvis.  I heard him moaning.  "Oh
yesss, good honky pussy...such a good slut..." I felt him getting even
larger and I knew he was about to spew his man cream into me.  I screamed
even louder.  "Shut the bitch up," the man fucking me said and I felt a
hand clamped over my mouth.

   Then it was over.  He withdrew and I rolled into a fetal ball of pain.

   I wondered if Eric had any idea what had happened to me.  He must have
been frantic when he came to pick me up and I wasn't there.  I wondered if
I had any chance of getting out of this alive.

   The van drove on and on and it must have been well after midnight when
it finally stopped.



   Chapter Three Friday thru Sunday

   Things are a little bit hazy about what happened next, but I'll try to
tell everything in order as much as I can remember it.  I know it seemed to
go on almost forever and I couldn't tell one day from the next.  Anyway,
here's the rest of it as best as I can remember.

   I was dragged from the van and pulled into a house of some sort.  One of
the men had to lead me as I still had the hood over my head and could not
see.  I stumbled a couple of times but they finally managed to get me
inside.

   I was thrown roughly onto a bed of some sort.  My hands and feet were
tied to the four corners splaying my body in an "X" shape.  My blouse and
bra were torn from my body and I was naked except for the damnable hood.  I
felt the bed sag and I knew that somebody was crawling onto it.

   I figured I was about to be raped again and I was close to right.  I
screamed as a hard fist hit me right in my splayed open cunt.  While that
was still hurting he rammed himself into my body and began savagely fucking
me.  He grabbed my tits and began squeezing them savagely.  It hurt so bad
that I thought I was going to die.  I screamed and screamed.

   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhhheeeeeeeeeeeee

   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIieeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeee

   And then through the pain I felt the pleasure building as well.  "Hey, I
think the bitch is actually enjoying it." The voice was from the left and
decidedly black.

   The one who was fucking me stopped with himself buried deeply inside of
me.  I couldn't help it, I started wiggling my hips as much as I could
trying to coax an orgasm out of it to reduce the pain.  "Of course she is,"
said my current attacker.  "How could she not enjoy it with a cocksman like
me?" The other's laughed.  There was something about the "cocksman's" voice
that was vaguely familiar.  I wondered if maybe I knew him from somewhere.

   Then he started really giving it to me.  Faster and faster and even
faster still.  He pulled on my tits until I thought for sure they would be
ripped from my body.  The pain and the pleasure combined until I couldn't
tell the difference between the two.  I loved it and hated it all at the
same time and then the orgasm hit and I screamed out my release just as I
felt him exploding within me.

   He collapse on top of me and lay still for a long time and finally he
climbed off and got off of the bed.  I heard a door shut and the hood was
removed from my face.  I blinked my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright
light.  When I could see again, I saw the two black men who had abducted
me. They were both naked and both had mammoth erections.

   Both were over six foot tall to my diminutive five-four.  The thing that
terrified me the most, however, were their erect cocks.  The shorter of the
two must have been at least nine inches and three inches thick.  The other
on was almost indescribable.  It had to be at least a foot long and
slightly thicker than the other one.  There was no way it was going to fit
into my small body.

   "Now you're going to get to know what if feels like to be fucked by real
man," the bigger on said.  "But first we're going to decorate your body a
bit." My eyes went wide as he held up two stick pins with red heads.  The
pin portion wasn't very long maybe a half an inch or less.  I wasn't sure
what he was going to do with them, but I knew that whatever it was, I
wasn't going to like it.

   I shivered with fear as they approached the bed one on either side.  I
looked down as they each grabbed a tit.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  I
had expected my tits to be bruised somewhat, but never had I expected it to
be so bad.  There wasn't a single area that wasn't an ugly shade of black
and blue.

   To my surprise, they were extremely gentle with my hurting orbs.  They
played with the nipples gently and I felt them begin to rise and a wetness
developed between my splayed legs.  I moaned and it wasn't all in pain.

   The gentleness didn't last long, however.  Once my nipples were erect
they grabbed them brutally.  I screamed as I watched in horror.  They
placed the pins directly in the center of each nipple and pushed them in.
The pain that ripped through my entire upper body was unbelievable.  Almost
immediately blood started to flow out around the pins.

   "Time to get up, girl," said big cock.  I had begun to think of them as
big and bigger.  I felt him loosening the bindings around my ankles.  I
flexed my right leg as he was loosening the left one.  I kicked out with it
connecting directly with his jaw, but my legs were stiff from being in one
place so long and it wasn't at all effective.  He turned and hit me in the
cunt so hard that I saw stars.

   While I was still trying to double up from the pain, I felt them
positioning me on the bed.  I was on my knees, with my tits pressed against
the edge of the bed and my head out over the edge of it.

   Bigger knelt behind me and spread my ass cheeks.  He centered his
massive cock against my defenseless little asshole.  He rammed forward
boring himself in me to the hilt.

   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEE

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   I just couldn't stop screaming.  The pain was greater than anything I
had ever felt in my life.  There was no possibility for pleasure, only
unending unbearable pain.  Big grabbed me by the hair and rammed his cock
into my screaming mouth.  He didn't give me time to adjust but just rammed
it all the way down my throat.  I thought I was going to die and almost
prayed that I would.

   It felt like my throat was being dragged inside out by the plunging
cock. My tit nipples were being torn apart by the movement of my body back
and forth on the stick pins and my ass hole would never be the same.  I was
sure that he was tearing into some vital organs somewhere with his massive
cock.

   It just went on and on and on until, mercifully, I blacked out.

   When I came around it was to the wonderful feeling of somebody licking
gently on my clit.  Even through all the pain I could feel my juices
beginning to flow.  I looked down between my mangled tits and saw that
Bigger was licking gently on my pussy.

   Suddenly he raised up grinning evilly.  "I'm glad your back around
because I wanted you to be sure and feel this." He held up a thumb tack.

   It took me a second to realize what he planned.  "Noo," I begged. 
"Please don't.  Not there.  Not there." He rammed the tack directly into my
engorged clit.

   I was to shocked to even scream at the pain.  Had he ruined me?  Would I
ever feel anything down there again?  For the first time since the ordeal
had begun I lost hope.  I knew I was going to die and there was nothing
that I could do about it.  I wondered idly if Eric knew what had happened
to me.  What had he thought when he pulled up to the curb to pick me up and
I wasn't there?  Had he looked for me?  Or had he just figured that I'd
chickened out and gone home?  Had he tried to call?  There were so many
questions I wanted answers to and I knew that I would never know.

   They put the hood over my head again, that damnable hood.  Yet what did
it matter.  I had lost all will to live.  They positioned me the way they
wanted me.  I was like a rag doll that they were using to get their jollies
from.

   I felt them lifting me over Bigger and inserting his cock into my
bruised cunt.  Big got in front of me.  I knew I couldn't stop him so I
just opened my mouth and let him put it in.  I felt the bed sag and I knew
somebody else had climbed onto it.  I felt him centering on my bruised
asshole and then he rammed forward into me.

   They started pushing me forward and back and forward and back.  All
three of my holes were filled with the three biggest cocks I had ever
taken. There were push pins in my nipples and a tack in my clit.  I was
nothing but one mass of pain.  More pain than I had ever felt before.  They
fucked and fucked and fucked.  They had already cum several time so I knew
it wouldn't be quick.

   And then a strange thing happened.  My whole body began to come alive.
My injured clitoris started to tingle.  My mangled nipples became hard in
spite of the stick pins hurting them.  The fucking in all three of my holes
began to feel really good along with the pain.

   I went up and up and up and even further up.  The pleasure-pain was
incredible.  When the crashing orgasm hit me my whole body started to
shake. The shaking must have driven the men over the edge because I could
feel them almost simultaneously shooting their cum into me.

   And then the pleasure became so intense that I passed out.



   Chapter Four The Aftermath

   I awoke slowly.  Where was I?  I knew I wasn't where I had been before.
The sheets were clean and cool beneath my body.  Hands were gently
massaging antiseptic cream into my breasts.  I thought that it had maybe
been a bad dream, but I quickly changed my mind when I tried to move and
pain coursed throughout my body.

   "Just lay still, my love," the masculine voice above me spoke.  I opened
my eyes to look into the concerned eyes of Eric.  "I'm so sorry my
darling," he said.  "So very very sorry.  Can you ever find it in your
heart to forgive me?" Tears started to run down his face.

   "Where am I?" I croaked.  I was shocked at how sore my throat was.

   "You're at my townhouse.  I brought you back here to take care of you
since you obviously were in no condition to take care of yourself.  I never
intended for it to get as bad as it was."

   "You were there?" I asked incredulously.

   "The whole time.  When I heard you screaming so loud I never imagined
what they were doing to you or I would have stopped it right then and
there."

   "I know you wouldn't but....," I paused.  "As bad as it hurt, as much as
they brutalized me, I did enjoy parts of it.  Especially at the last."

   "Hey," I said.  "Could you do something for me?"

   "Anything my darling."

   "I haven't had anything to eat in a while.  I'm starved."

   Eric turned out to be a surprisingly good nursemaid.  Within a month I
was almost back to normal except for a few lingering bruises on my breasts.

   Within six weeks I was able to return to work.  I was surprised that I
still had a job left, but Eric had called and told them that I had been
involved in a serious auto accident while visiting my sister and it would
be a while before I could return.  Everyone was very understanding and
things pretty much went back to normal.

   Normal, that is, except for one thing.  I gave up my condo and moved in
with Eric in his townhouse.  We've been together for almost five years now
and, guess what, tomorrow we're getting married.

   And the sex?  The "normal" sex with Eric is fantastic.  And about once a
year or more Eric lines up with a few of his friends and they give me the
roughness that I still crave.

   My life couldn't be more perfect.

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