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Here is a new story titled Helen's Story -- hope you like it!

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Kelli

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WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. 
It may contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts
that could be highly offensive to almost every reader.  This story is
intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the legal age of consent in
your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW.
Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it
stimulating.

   HELEN'S STORY

   By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)
Codes: MMMMF Mg anal bestiality humil incest nc preg rape snuff torture

   CHAPTER 1: Helen's Childhood

   Helen had the best mom and dad in the world -- or at least that's what
she thought until three days after her ninth birthday.  That was the day
her father took her into her bedroom and told her to take off her clothes.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and Helen didn't understand what was
happening.  Her father hardly ever came into her bedroom, and now here he
was, telling her to strip.  She didn't know if she was being punished or if
she had done something wrong, and she started to cry, but she took off her
t-shirt and shorts and panties and sneakers.  She was too young to wear a
bra yet, and as she stood there naked, the door opened and her three uncles
came in.  Helen tried to cover her nakedness with her arms, but her father
told her to stand up straight and let her uncles see her beautiful body. 
She stood there, feeling very exposed, and then her mother came in and sat
down in Helen's little chair, at the end of the bed.  Her mother didn't say
anything, just watched the four men as they stared at Helen.  Then Helen
noticed her mother was smiling a little, and she thought maybe everything
would be all right after all.  Maybe this was a new game or something.  She
loved her mom and dad, and she adored her uncles, but she still felt
confused.

   Her father told her to get down on her knees on the floor beside her
bed. Helen did as she was told -- and then her father stood in front of her
and told her to unzip his pants.  Helen looked up at him, but he just
nodded and gestured at his zipper, so she slowly pulled it down.  He told
her to reach inside his pants and take out his penis.  Helen knew what a
penis and a vagina were -- she had asked her mom when she was seven, after
she heard some boys talking -- and she put her tiny hands inside her
father's pants and took out his penis.  She had never seen one before, and
she was surprised it was so big and long and had a lot of hair around it at
the bottom.  Her father told her to rub it, and she jumped with surprise
when it started to get bigger.  She used both hands to rub it gently, and
very soon it was fully erect.  Her father told her to kiss it, and Helen
gently put her lips on the head of the cock and kissed it.  Her father told
her to take the head in her mouth, and Helen hesitated, feeling like this
wasn't right -- but he was her father, so anything he told her was right,
wasn't it?  He was showing her grown-up things, and she felt like she
should be eager to learn, so she parted her lips and took the head of his
penis into her mouth.  It was warm and spongy, and she opened her mouth
wider and took more of it.  Her father put his hands over her ears and
started moving her head up and down, so his stiff penis slid in and out of
her mouth.  She heard him gasp as her lips moved along the shaft, and she
felt his penis stiffen a little more.  He pushed her back, pulling his
penis out of her mouth, and told her to lay down on her bed.

   Helen was afraid she had done something wrong, but she lay down on her
back.  Her father told her to spread her legs, and when she did, he got on
the bed between her open legs, on his knees.  He pushed her knees even
wider apart, then told her to hold still, and then he put the head of his
penis on her slit.  Helen's body jerked reflexively, and he told her again
to hold still.  He started to push, and Helen felt some pressure as the
head of his penis penetrated her slit.  Then she felt a lot of pressure and
some pain as he tried to push it further into her, and she looked up at him
and said, "Daddy?" His face had an odd expression on it as he said to her,
"I'm going to put my cock inside you now...  it'll hurt a little but not
for long...  just hold still...  this is how grown-ups make love..." He
forced more of his cock into her, and Helen started to cry from the pain.
It really hurt a lot, and she tried to push him away but he held her arms
at her sides.  Suddenly there was a burst of pain, and Helen grunted as the
cock tore her hymen and slid into her vagina.  God, it was so big!  She
wondered how women could stand making love if it felt as bad as this.

   Then her father started pushing his cock in and out of her vagina, and
Helen had to grit her teeth to keep from screaming.  The pain was like a
knife being stuck up inside her.  But suddenly her father stopped moving,
and she felt a flood of warmth in her pussy.  Her father took his penis out
of her, and she saw some white cream leaking out of it.  She put her hands
between her legs and felt something wet coming out of her slit, and when
she looked at her fingers, there was more of the white cream, and it was
mixed with something red.  Helen realized she was bleeding, and she put
both hands over her pussy and held them tight as she felt tears running
down her cheeks.  Daddy had hurt her!  She was so confused and scared, she
felt like she was going crazy.  And then something really strange happened
-- one of her uncles came over to the bed and got between her legs!  Helen
stared up at him as he unzipped his pants and took out his penis.  It was
already hard, and he held her thighs apart and just poked it into her slit.
It hurt, but not as bad as when her father had sex with her.  Her uncle
started to jerk his hips forward and back, moving his penis in and out of
her body like her father had done, and in a few minutes Helen felt another
flood of warm sticky cream in her vagina.  Her other two uncles took their
turns with her, each one filling her with more warm creamy juice.

   CHAPTER 3: Helen Learns Some Awful Truths

   After all four of the men had fucked her, Helen's mother stood up and
came over to the bed.  She looked down at her daughter, then reached out
and pinched Helen's left nipple hard enough to make the child yelp in pain.
Her mother pinched her other nipple just as hard, and Helen tried to push
her hand away, but her mother stuck her hand between Helen's legs and put
three fingers in her slit, making Helen gasp in surprise and fear.  Was she
being punished?  WHY was she being punished?!  Helen's body jerked as her
mother started to thrust her fingers in and out of her vagina.  She raked
her thumbnail across Helen's tiny clitoris, making the girl squeal in pain.
With her fingers still in Helen's pussy, her mother started to talk in a
low voice, and what she said chilled Helen to the bone.  "Time for you to
know some things, little pussy.  I'm your mother, but I don't know which of
these assholes is your father." She looked at the four men in the room,
then continued, "They all screwed me after a party nine years ago, got me
drunk and took me out to the parking lot and bent me over the hood of a car
and gang-raped me." She smiled slightly, which scared Helen even more. 
"Truth is, I liked it.  Four big cocks, all for me -- I went nuts and
started begging for more.  They all did me twice before they ran out of
steam." She grinned at the men, and her father said bitterly, "Fucking
bitch." Her mother continued, "They didn't bother with rubbers, and when I
got pregnant, I had no idea who knocked me up -- could be any of these four
brothers.  But one of them volunteered to marry me, so that's how we got to
be your family." She leaned down closer to Helen, an expression of disgust
clouding her face.  "I didn't want to get married.  I wanted an abortion.
You were my worst nightmare, a fucking baby, all because these assholes
wouldn't use a fucking rubber." She leaned even closer to Helen -- and
suddenly spat in her face.  Helen's head jerked backward reflexively and
she started to cry, but her mother just looked at her.  "Every day I
carried you, I hated you.  You made me sick, having you inside me.  I
wanted to flush you out like I was flushing you down the toilet, you
worthless piece of shit." Suddenly she jerked her fingers out of Helen's
pussy and wiped them on the girl's cheeks, smearing her with the sticky
sperm and her own juices and blood that was seeping out of her pussy.  She
pinched Helen's nipples again, using both hands, and Helen quickly curled
into a fetal position, bringing her knees up against her chest and wrapping
her arms around her legs as she kept sobbing.  Her world had been
destroyed, and she was completely lost.

   Her father -- well, she still thought of him as her father -- spoke from
where he was sitting.  "We've been waiting nine years for you, angel, and
now it's time for you to pay us back for all that waiting.  See, this cow,"
and he nodded at Helen's mother, "is losing her looks, and we want
something younger and prettier." Helen's mother stepped over to her father
and slapped him, and he grabbed her wrist and forced her to her knees while
she struggled.  He tore off her shirt and ripped off her bra, then forced
her to stand up.  He walked her over to the bed and held her there while he
growled at Helen, "See what breast feeding did to her tits?  When she had
you, her tits got ruined and her cunt got loose.  We had to start fucking
her in the ass, and now even her asshole is loose.  We need a nice, young,
tight girl, and you're the one." Helen's mother was crying quietly, and her
father took his hands off her so she was just standing there with her arms
at her sides, looking miserable.  Her sagging breasts hung down like two
deflated balloons, and she had stretch marks that Helen could see on her
breasts and her stomach.  She opened her eyes and stared at Helen.  "You
little bitch, YOU did this to me!  I was pretty before I had you, but now
look at me!" She was slapping Helen's face and body as the girl curled
tighter into her fetal position, trying to avoid her mother's punishing
blows.

   Helen's father pulled her mother back and pushed her down on the floor,
where she sat crying.  He pulled Helen's arms and legs open, so she was
lying on her back again.  He caressed her arms and legs gently -- but then
he put his hand between her legs suddenly, before she could clamp her
thighs together to protect herself.  He looked down at her.  "This is what
we want, angel -- your body.  The holes between your legs, your tiny little
tits, your pretty face -- we're going to make love to you because we need a
girl, and your mother is too old and too ugly now." Helen heard her mother
crying louder as her father kept talking.  "You're too young to get
pregnant, so we can fuck you without having to use rubbers, and that always
feels better.  You're such a cute girl and you have a great body -- we just
want use it.  You can still go to school and play with your friends -- we
just want to do you late at night, when you're in bed.  It'll be like a
bedtime story, but with real people.  Won't that be fun?  You get cleaned
up and go to sleep now.  Be sure to wash out your pussy -- your mother will
show you how." The men left the room, and in a few minutes Helen's mother
got up and took her into her bathroom and showed her how to douche, telling
her that her pussy would start to smell bad if she didn't clean out the
sperm that the men had dumped inside her.  She was still bleeding a little,
and her vagina was sore from so much fucking at one time, but her mother
told her that's what girls have to get used to.

   CHAPTER 4: A Living Hell

   Helen was gang-raped every day for more than two years, always in her
bedroom late at night, with her "father" and three uncles taking turns
doing her.  Sometimes one or more of them raped her twice, if he could get
another erection while the others were screwing her.  If any man had
trouble getting hard, he made Helen suck his cock until he got an erection.
Sometimes one or more of the men got overly excited while Helen was sucking
them off and ejaculated in her mouth by accident, and sometimes they
settled for blowjobs, but most of the time their semen got dumped in
Helen's tight little vagina.  She was too small inside to take the full
length of their cocks, and they didn't want to damage her, so they tried to
avoid forcing too much of their cocks into her, but sometimes Helen felt a
sharp stab of pain when a cock penetrated too deeply into her pussy.  She
usually didn't bleed any more after her deflowering, but sometimes there
was blood if her fucker went too deep.  After two years of servicing the
men, Helen was 11, and they started to give her to their friends.  Sex
parties were held every Friday night, and Helen was the only girl there,
with as many as 15 men.  She just had to lay there while the men got
between her legs, one after another, and stuck their cocks in her slit. 
The other men were in the room, too, as many as could fit in, because
Helen's bedroom wasn't very big, but they all wanted to watch her while she
was with the other men.  She had no privacy at all, and every shred of her
dignity was slowly stripped away as she lay there naked and tried not to
look at the men watching her.  It made her feel like a piece of meat, the
way the men stared at her body while she had a cock inside her.  The men
fucking her hardly looked at her at all -- it was like they were going to
the bathroom and her body was the toilet.  They just screwed her until they
were ready to cum, then they dumped their sperm in her vagina the same way
they dumped their piss in a toilet.

   Helen saw the men pay her father after they fucked her, and he always
gave her some of the money after each party -- 25 cents for each man that
made love to her.  She didn't know that the men were paying ten dollars to
screw her, and later her father upped the price to 25 dollars -- and
started giving Helen one dollar per man.  By that time Helen was 12, and
she had been a rape victim for more than three years.  Her father was too
stupid to think about the fact that she was at the age of puberty and might
get pregnant -- he thought she would get her first period, and then he
could worry about getting her on birth control pills.  What happened was,
Helen started to get sick in the morning when she was 12 1/2, and when it
didn't go away, her mother decided to take her to a doctor, not their
regular doctor because she suspected what had happened.  She took Helen to
a dirty room off an alley where a man in a dirty white coat examined her.
He told her to take off her clothes and lay on top of his desk and spread
her legs, and he put his hands between her legs and stuck two fingers in
her slit and poked around inside her until her mother told him to stop.  He
grinned at her and told her Helen was a pregnant, about a month along.  She
had gotten pregnant without ever having her first period!  Her mother asked
the man if he could take care of it, and he said he could, but he kept
looking at Helen, and finally her mother nodded and went out to the other
room, and the doctor unzipped his pants and got on top of Helen and fucked
her.  She could smell him as he sweated on top of her.  When he was done,
he took a metal coathanger and straightened it, then stuck it in her vagina
and poked around inside her, and it really hurt a lot.  Then she felt like
she was having bad cramps, and the doctor told her to stand up.  There was
a bucket on the floor, and he told Helen to squat over it and push.  She
straddled the bucket and squatted and strained like she was using the
bathroom, and some small bloody lumps of tissue came oozing out of her slit
and splattered into the bucket.  The doctor gave her some pills to take,
and her mother took her home.  She was sick for a week after that, but
finally she started to feel better.

   Helen got her first period several weeks later, and her mother showed
her how to use a tampon.  But her father and her uncles were still fucking
her every night, and the rape parties continued on Friday nights.  When
Helen was menstruating, the men just fucked her mouth or let her give them
blowjobs -- but on her 13th birthday, which occurred while she was having
her period, her father decided to take her anal virginity.  With the white
tampon string hanging out of her slit, Helen had to get on her hands and
knees on the bed while her father forced his erection into her tiny
asshole. Her anal sphincter was just too small to take the head of his
cock, and Helen screamed in pain, but that didn't stop her father from
forcing his cock inside her.  After the head of the cock slipped past her
anal ring, the pain eased a little, but Helen still grunted with each
stroke of the cock.  Her father gave her a good screwing, and he finished
by dumping his load in her rectum.  Her uncles had watched her lose her
anal virginity, and they all wanted a turn with her.  Helen was still
crying, and begged her father to let her go to bed, but he just patted her
round little ass and told his brothers to go ahead.  By the time they
finished with her, she had blood oozing out of her anus, and it looked like
she was menstruating from her vagina and her ass.

   Helen had to go to school the next day, as she always did because her
parents didn't want any officials sniffing around, but her asshole was
still bleeding and she could hardly sit down.  Finally she went to the
girls room and stuffed some toilet paper up her ass while she was changing
her tampon, and that helped a little, but the toilet paper got soaked with
blood before she could even pull up her panties, so she took another tampon
and inserted it in her ass.  Wearing the two tampons, she went back to her
class, but she had a lot of pain the whole day.  She was afraid she would
get some blood on her skirt, and she kept checking every few minutes.  When
she went to gym class, she was terrified that the other girls might see the
two tampon strings between her legs, so she told the teacher she was ill.
Finally it was time to go home, but she got no relief there.  It was
Friday, time for another sex party, and there were 12 men waiting for her
when she got home, along with her parents and her uncles.  Six more men
arrived soon after she got home, and she was kept busy servicing them until
well after midnight.  Since she was still menstruating, most of the men
just made her suck them off, but some of them wanted to fuck her in the
ass. She begged them to let her suck their cocks, but the first man made
her get on her hands and knees -- and then he saw the two tampon strings
hanging out of her pussy and her ass, and he told the other men to come
over and look.  Helen died a little inside as the man toyed with the
strings, but when he started to pull the tampon out of her ass so he could
fuck her, she screamed in pain -- the blood had dried around the tampon and
formed a scab, and the man tore it when he jerked the tampon out.  Helen's
anus started bleeding again, but the man didn't care -- he forced his cock
up her ass and screwed her good.  When he was finished, he made her lick
her own blood off his cock, then stepped aside so the next man in line
could do her.  By the time the party was over, Helen's new sheets were
covered with bloodstains, and she knew she would never be able to get them
clean.  She had saved her money and bought the sheets herself, and now they
were ruined.  Even her mattress had bloodstains on it, and she cried
herself to sleep as her rectum throbbed with pain.

   CHAPTER 5: Helen's Abortions

   Helen got pregnant again, three months after her first abortion.  Her
father was still letting the men at the parties fuck her without using a
rubber, because the men paid him more if they could screw her that way --
it felt better, hotter.  Her mother was taking her each month to see the
same doctor who gave her the first abortion, and on the third visit he
found she was six weeks pregnant.  Helen's mother yelled at him, asking why
he hadn't found it during the last exam, but the doctor told her pregnancy
is hard to confirm in the first few weeks.  Once again he took his fee out
in trade, making Helen lay on his desk and spread her legs while he screwed
her.  After he ejaculated inside her, he used another metal coathanger to
abort her, poking around inside her until the coathanger penetrated her
uterus and tore the fetus to pieces.  He told her the lumps of tissue would
be expelled from her vagina during the next 24 hours, and gave her a sloppy
kiss on the mouth before he sent her home.  She had very bad cramps for the
next three days, and spent the first day on the toilet, crying every time a
mass of tissue came out of her pussy and fell into the toilet bowl, knowing
they were all that was left of her baby.

   During the next year, Helen got pregnant three more times, and the
doctor gave her an abortion each time.  He started to demand more in lieu
of a fee, so Helen's mother told him he could fuck Helen in the ass.  After
her third abortion, he took Helen home with him and kept her for two days,
raping her seven times while she was tied to his bed.  There were some
complications with her fourth abortion -- the doctor used a dirty
coathanger, and Helen got a bad infection.  Her parents didn't want to take
her to a hospital because of the questions that would be asked, so they
kept her at home while her fever got as high as 104.5 and she couldn't eat
anything.  But she was young and strong, and finally her fever broke and
she got better.

   Two months later, Helen got pregnant again, and her fifth abortion was
the worst yet.  This time the doctor took her home for three days, telling
her mother he would perform the abortion there.  He raped her ten times
over the next two days, and on the third day he rented her to a B&D club.
Nine men came to the doctor's house and took Helen to the basement and tied
her up, then spent six hours abusing her with dildos, nipple clamps, and
butt plugs.  The girl was whipped and spanked, but the real highlight of
the session came at the end, when her pregnancy was terminated by hitting
her across the stomach with baseball bats.  The men took turns, being
careful to hit her just hard enough to do severe damage to the fetus
without leaving any visible bruises.  The bats were wrapped with towels,
and it was amazing how much damage they could do without leaving any marks
across Helen's midsection.  She screamed with every stroke, but the
doctor's house was remote, so there was no one to hear Helen's screaming.
Each man gave her two hard strokes, and by the time they were finished,
Helen's baby was dead.  This time the fetus was expelled in one piece,
really just a small mass of blood-streaked tissue about the size of her
little finger, and it was forced out of Helen's slit on the next-to-last
stroke she received.  The fetus plopped down on the floor between her bare
feet -- she was cuffed to the wall with her arms and legs spread -- and one
of the men picked it up and showed it to her.  Helen was already crying
from the pain and humiliation of the beating she had received, but she
started to wail when she saw the remains of her baby.  The man gave her one
last stroke with the baseball bat, and the session was over.  The doctor
cleaned her up a little and took her home.

   CHAPTER 6: Helen's Breast Implants

   Helen was 14 when she had her fifth abortion, and she wasn't as
attractive as she had been when she was younger.  Her breasts had started
to develop a little, which kept the men at the Friday night sex parties
interested.  The parties were bringing in a lot of cash, and sometimes the
girl serviced as many as 30 men in one night, with the party finally ending
around dawn on Saturday, so she had two days to rest before she had to go
back to school on Monday.  She still had to service her father and her
three uncles over the weekend, but at least she could get some rest.  But
the men at the parties were all complaining about how small her breasts
were (she wore a size 32A bra), and finally her father decided to do
something about it.  He talked to the doctor who did Helen's abortions, and
arranged for him to perform breast augmentation surgery on his daughter. 
The doctor recommended 400cc implants, which would increase Helen's cup
size from A to C, but he said her skin might be stretched too much by using
such large implants.  But she was very young, with better elasticity in her
skin than an older girl, so that would help.  He showed Helen's father
pictures to illustrate how the implants would make her look, but Helen's
father wasn't satisfied -- he wanted her to be really BIG, to keep the men
interested.  He kept offering more and more money to the doctor, and
finally they agreed on 1200cc implants for Helen.  That would give her a G
cup, and she would need a size 32G bra.  Helen was a petite girl -- 5 feet
4 and 100 pounds -- and breasts that size would look freakishly big on her,
but her father didn't care about anything except how she would look to the
men that paid him to screw her.  The doctor told him that the weight of
such massive breasts would cause back problems for Helen.  With the weight
of the implants concentrated on her chest, it would be hard for her to
stand up straight or walk very far before her back muscles would be
strained.  A 1200cc silicone implant weighs about three pounds, so Helen
would have six pounds of extra weight hanging off her chest all the time.
She wouldn't be able to sleep on her stomach because of the massive size of
her implants.  The other kids at school would make fun of her mercilessly,
in the cruel and hurtful way children often act toward a young girl who
experiences early and spectacular sexual development.

   But Helen's father refused to change his mind.  The girl underwent
surgery two days later, in the doctor's shabby office, entering through the
alley.  When she took off her bra, her father dropped it into a trash can,
grinning and telling her she would need a new one after her operation.  She
took off all her clothes and lay down on the doctor's desk, and after he
administered anesthetic, he looked at her father and grinned, then started
squeezing her breasts roughly.  Her nipples stiffened as he rolled them
between his fingers and pinched them, and he leaned down and nuzzled his
face into her boobs, kissing and biting her nipples.  "She's a nice little
bitch with great tits -- are you sure you want to do this?" Helen's father
nodded, then told the doctor he could play with her cunt before he started
cutting.  The doctor stuck two fingers up her snatch, pushing her thighs
apart as he finger-fucked her a little.  Then he put on his gloves --
without bothering to wash Helen's vaginal secretions off -- and got
started. He made small incisions in the curve at the bottom of her breasts,
then stuffed the partially-filled implants into her body, below the breast
tissue that would remain on top of the implants so her breasts would look
more natural -- if two three-pound bags of silicone can be said to look
natural in any way.  He inserted fill tubes just below the skin of each
breast, accessible by injection through the skin, so that more silicone
could be added later.  Helen's implants contained 1000cc of silicone when
they were inserted, and more would be added after her skin had stretched
sufficiently to allow it.  The operation was completed successfully, and
the doctor gave Helen's father some antibiotics and pain pills for her to
take.  Most implant patients are kept in bed for one or two days following
surgery, but not Helen -- as soon as she awoke from the anesthetic and
could stand up, her father took her home, holding her up as she tried to
walk.  She was unsteady on her feet, and her legs were very shaky as her
father helped her out to the car.  He had helped her put on a baggy dress
he found in her mother's closet, so nobody could see how big her chest was
now.

   It took two weeks for Helen's chest to heal enough so she could get up
and walk around with a barely tolerable amount of pain.  The first three
days, she stayed in bed all the time except when she had to go to the
bathroom, and then her mother helped her.  She had to hold her big new
breasts in her arms, because the doctor had told her that letting them hang
freely so soon after her surgery would cause severe muscle damage.  She
carried the two huge globes like they were basketballs, with her arms
crossed below her tits to support them.  Her father had found a bra big
enough for her at an adult bookstore that also sold lingeree, but she
couldn't wear it until her wounds had healed more.  The first night after
her surgery, her father and her uncles came in to check on her, and her
uncles were amazed and excited about how she looked now.  They told her she
looked beautiful, but all of them were privately thinking the same thing --
that she looked like the youngest big-titted whore they'd ever seen.  Her
14-year-old face and slim body were completely out of sync with her massive
breasts.  She really looked like someone had cut a soccer ball in half and
glued the two halves to her chest -- awkward, uncomfortable, and freaky
were the words that came to mind.  But her father and her uncles noticed
something else when they looked at Helen -- their cocks got very hard. 
They all wanted to screw her, and they asked her if she felt OK, but they
ignored her when she asked them to just let her go to sleep.  With her
surgical scars less than twelve hours old and the pain still intense, Helen
had to lay there while the four men took turns with her.  They all raped
her, then two of her uncles screwed her a second time -- the sight of her
jugs bouncing around kept giving them erections.  Helen tried to hold her
breasts in place so they wouldn't bounce around too much, but the pain was
still terrible -- every thrust made her big boobs jiggle and gyrate
painfully.  Finally they let her go to sleep, but the pain kept her awake
most of the night.  This was the pattern of her recovery period -- staying
in bed most of the day, then getting raped a few times late at night.  She
started to wear her new size 32G bra a week after her surgery, but the
sheer weight of her big tits was a real problem for her.

   Helen's mother wanted to take her out of school by claiming she would be
home-schooled, but her father was afraid the school would check up on her.
Both of them were fearful that the other kids -- and especially the
teachers -- might notice what had been done to her breasts.  Helen was due
to start high school at Del Norte High School in two months, and she had
really been looking forward to it.  Finally her parents decided to wait to
make a decision until it was closer to the start of the school year. 
Helen's father and her uncles screwed her each night while she was
recovering from her surgery, and after two weeks the scars and bruises had
healed enough that her father decided to start up the Friday night sex
parties.  For the first one, he got 22 men together in the living room,
then had Helen walk in from the hallway, wearing a stripper's costume -- a
skimpy bra and a g-string, and high heels.  The bra was just two tiny
triangles of black velvet with thin black straps over her shoulders and
around her back -- and the bra did absolutely nothing to hide her enormous
breasts.  The pieces of velvet barely covered her nipples, which were hard
and erect.  Her areolas had been stretched by the implants, and were two
inches wide, showing under the velvet.  Helen looked more naked than if she
were wearing nothing at all -- the skimpy bra only called attention to the
huge globes hanging off her chest.  The g-string was just a black velvet
strip with think straps between her legs and around her waist, and it had
slipped down into her slit while she walked, so her pussy was totally
exposed.  Her black ankle strap pumps had four-inch heels, and the girl
could barely walk in them.  The muscles in her ankles and calves were
burning with pain, and she kept stumbling as she tried to walk across the
rug in the living room.  She looked like a little girl playing dress-up,
except for her impossibly big tits -- they made her look like a very young
stripper, or a street whore trying to attract some johns.

   The men watched in stunned silence as Helen moved slowly into the room,
her boobs jiggling with each little movement.  She was leaning forward
because of the weight of her breasts -- she had trouble standing up
straight.  Her back was already aching from the strain of supporting the
six pounds of silicone in her chest.  Her knees were bent and she took each
step carefully as she tried to keep her balance in the high heels.  She
smiled at the men, as her father had told her, but she had tears of pain in
her eyes as she reached the center of the room.  She held one arm under her
tits to support them as she walked, and when she stopped, she moved her
other arm up under the big globes to help hold them up and ease the strain
on her back.  She tried to stand up straighter, wincing as pains shot
through her back.  She glanced down at her new boobs, and more tears came
to her eyes as she realized what her father had done to her.  She could see
her nipples sticking out and it made her feel dirty -- all these men would
think she was excited, when really all she felt was revulsion.  She looked
at their faces, some of them licking their lips as they stared at her, and
she knew what they wanted -- the only thing they ever wanted from her.  She
hated the way they looked at her -- it made her feel like a piece of meat
on display -- but at the same time, somewhere down deep, her femininity
responded to their looks, their attention, the naked craving in their eyes.
She liked it.

   Helen leaned forward a little more, arching her back so her breasts were
pressed together, teasing the men, and there was a low noise, a kind of
growling from some of their throats.  She wiggled her boobs a little,
wincing as more pain shot through her chest and her back, and the men
started to reach for her.  One of them tore off her bra and another ripped
off her g-string, and suddenly she was standing there naked in her high
heels.  Two of the men lifted her and carried her to her bedroom as she
clutched her arms under her breasts to keep them from bouncing too much. 
They set her on the bed, and one of them quickly got between her legs.  He
couldn't take his eyes off her titties, and he reached out and touched them
hesitantly, like they might break.  Helen whispered, "They're very
sensitive," and the man took his hands away.  He took out his cock and
quickly penetrated the girl and gave her a good hard fucking, grinning as
he watched her big boobs bouncing around.  He dumped a huge load in her,
grunting as he ran his hands lightly over her tits to prolong his
ejaculation.  All the other men were fascinated by her boobs, but every
time she was touched, it hurt.  Laying on her back, the weight of her
breasts tended to pull them apart, causing strain on her chest muscles, and
she kept trying to move her arms under them to hold the huge globes in
place.  The party finally ended around 3 AM, after some of the men came
back to screw Helen a second time, wanting another closeup look at her
jugs.

   CHAPTER 7: Helen Gets a Job

   Helen's father took her back to see the doctor two weeks after her
surgery, to get more silicone added to her implants.  The doctor injected
200cc into each breast, filling the implants to their proper level of
1200cc, but her father didn't think they looked big enough.  The doctor
told him the implants could be overfilled, but there would be some pain as
Helen's skin stretched to accommodate the larger bags, and there was a
chance the bags might burst, releasing silicone into Helen's body and
possibly causing an infection.  Her father barely heard him, and asked how
much more silicone could be injected.  The doctor finally agreed to add
another 300cc to each implant.  He told Helen to lay back down on his desk,
and he located the fill tube ports just under skin in the curve at the
underside of her breasts.  He again inserted a needle and injected the
additional silicone, and Helen mewled in pain as her skin was stretched by
the expanding size of the bags of silicone.  Now even breathing was
painful, but the doctor told her the pain would subside as her skin
stretched over the next few weeks.

   A month after Helen's surgery, only the incisions at the base of her
breasts were visible, and they were mostly hidden in the curve under her
tits.  The Friday night parties were bringing in a lot of cash, but her
father wanted more -- and he got the idea of getting her a job as a
stripper.  She looked like one anyway, so why not let her earn some money
doing it?  He talked to the owners of two strip clubs downtown, and all
they wanted was proof that she was at least 18.  It was easy to procure a
fake ID that showed Helen's birth date as 18 years and two months ago, and
with that in her purse, her father took her to the two clubs.  She was
wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, and as soon as she took off the
sweatshirt at each club, she was hired.  The owners didn't care if she
could dance or had an act -- such huge tits on such a young girl were
enough to get her the job.  It was arranged that she would work two hours
each night at the first club, doing a show every half hour, then go down
the street to the other club and work another two hours there.  Helen was
very nervous about the whole thing, but she knew her father wanted her to
do it, so she wanted to do her very best.

   Her first performance as a stripper was mortifying for Helen.  All the
other strippers were a lot older than she was, though just in their late
teens and twenties, but they had been in the business for a while and they
knew what men liked.  Some of them gave Helen some pointers in the dressing
room, but then it was time for Helen's first show.  She was wearing the
same costume she had worn for the sex party -- the skimpy bra and g-string
and high heels.  One of the other strippers gave her a transparent peignoir
that came down to her thighs, and told her to dance around a little before
she took it off.  That was all the training Helen got.  Suddenly she was
stepping through the curtain onto the stage, and the bright lights blinded
her.  She could hear the men applauding but she couldn't see them, so she
just did a little dance step, then held onto the pole and went around it a
few times.  Then she took off her peignoir and dropped it on the stage, and
them men started hooting and yelling for her to take off her bra -- they
wanted to see her big tits.  Helen smiled a little, then danced a little
more before she pulled her bra up around her neck.  Her enormous breasts
gleamed in the lights, and she looked down and saw that her nipples were
sticking out like little fingers.  She put one hand between her legs and
pulled her g-string down around her knees, then did a few more dance steps
so the men could see everything she had.  Her breasts were hurting as they
always did when she stood up for too long, and her back was aching, but she
tried to keep smiling as she cupped her tits and offered them to the men.
She squatted a little with her legs apart, bouncing up and down as she
winced from the pain in her chest.  Then the show was over, and she picked
up her peignoir and moved quickly off the stage.

   Helen had about twenty minutes until her next show, but the club owner
came to the dressing room and told her she was supposed to mingle with the
men in the lap dance room.  Her father hadn't told her anything about that,
but the club owner told her she would be fired if she didn't do it, so she
went with him.  The room was dimly lit and there were several men receiving
lap dances from some of the other strippers.  The club owner told Helen to
try to find a man that wanted a lap dance, but that wasn't a problem --
every man in the room noticed her when she came in.  The owner told he to
just rub against the men and not let them use their hands or unzip their
pants, and that worked fine on the first man.  He called Helen over as soon
as the owner left, and asked for a lap dance.  He gave her $100, so Helen
lay back on him and rubbed her body against him, and she could feel his
erection through his pants.  She rubbed her ass against his groin, hard,
and he gasped as he shot his load.  She stood up and he quickly left the
room, a large wet spot showing between his legs on his pants.  Another man
motioned Helen over to him and gave her $100, and she started the lap
dance. But after a few minutes he reached around and put his hands on her
boobs, but Helen pushed his hands away and told him he wasn't allowed to
touch her.  That just made the man more excited, and he asked Helen to turn
around and face him as she lay in his lap.  She obeyed, but then she felt
his hand slipping between their bodies as he unzipped his pants.  She
started to tell him that was against the rules -- but then he showed her
the two $100 bills in his other hand.  "One quick fuck, that's all I'm
asking," he whispered hoarsely, and Helen hesitated only a moment before
taking the cash.  She reached down between her legs and pulled her g-string
out of her slit and held it aside so the man could penetrate her with his
erect penis.  Her vagina was already wet and the cock slid in easily -- it
wasn't very big.  The man thrust into her for only about 30 seconds before
he ejaculated inside her, groaning as he filled her pussy with warm sperm.
Helen waited til she was sure he was done, then lifted her body off his and
stood up, pushing her g-string back in place after his cock slid out of her
cunt, then standing close to him so nobody would see him zipping up his
pants.

   It was time for Helen's next show, so she went back up on the stage and
stripped again.  This time she remembered to pick up the dollar bills the
men threw at her, and she took the money to the dressing room and put it in
her purse before she went back to the lap dance room.  This time every man
that wanted a lap dance also wanted to fuck her, and she serviced three men
before she had to leave to go do another show.  As she waited to go on the
stage, the owner told her to get closer to the men surrounding the stage,
and let them stuff money in her bra or her g-string if they wanted to. 
Helen did that, squatting at the edge of the stage so the men could reach
up and tuck dollar bills in the straps of her bra and her g-string.  They
felt her up a little, running their fingers over her slit and her boobs as
they gave her the money, and one man pushed her bra up so he could feel her
nipples.  Helen pulled it back down so the velvet pieces covered her
nipples, and kept moving around the stage.  She made $32 this time, and she
was smiling as she went back to the dressing room.  She hurried back to the
lap dance room and found five men waiting for her, and she decided she
wanted to do all of them before her next show.  She lay across the first
man and shoved her breasts in his face as she rubbed her pussy against his
groin, and he quickly unzipped and poked his erection into her cunt.  Helen
did all the work, jerking her hips up and down, milking the cock, and the
man was ready to ejaculate in about two minutes.  The moment he finished
cumming inside her, she stood up and went to the next chair and mounted the
man there.  He had already unzipped his pants, and she kissed the head of
his cock before she inserted it in her twat.  It took her less than three
minutes to make him cum.  The third man took a little longer -- he was
younger, only a few years older than Helen, and he looked nervous -- but
the girl soothed him and kissed his ears, and helped him penetrate her, and
then it took a few minutes of thrusting before he was ready to cum.  Helen
prolonged it by stopping and starting several times, bringing him near to
cumming and then backing off, so when he did ejaculate, it felt like all
his bodily fluids were flowing into her vagina.  She kissed him and told
him he was great, and went on to the fourth man.  He was older, and he knew
what he was doing, and he ejaculated quickly in Helen's pussy.  There were
only five minutes remaining until her next show, so she quickly went to the
fifth man and rubbed his cock through his pants for a moment before she
mounted him.  He unzipped and started to thrust into her, and dumped his
big load just in time for her to hurry to the stage.

   Helen didn't have time to clean the warm semen out of her pussy, but she
went onstage and started stripping anyway, hoping it wouldn't leak out of
her slit.  Some of the men were looking between her legs and talking, and
then she felt something sticky on her thighs.  There was nothing she could
do about it, so she went on with her act, trying to wipe up some of the
sperm with her hands and forearms as she danced around the stage.  Then she
squatted at the edge of the stage so the men could give her money, and some
of them ran their fingers down her thighs, wetting them with the mixture of
her fuckers' sperm and her own vaginal secretions, then reached up and
wiped the scum on her face and her lips.  She smiled at them, and they
stuffed money in her bra and her g-string.  This time she made $54, and she
was a happy little slut as she went back to the dressing room.  This was
her last show for the night, so she put on her sweatshirt and jeans and
headed up the street to the other club where she had been hired.

   As Helen walked along the dark street, she could hear men yelling at her
from passing cars, and she realized they could see her big breasts bouncing
around under the sweatshirt as she walked.  She was still wearing her high
heels, and it was hard to walk in them, but she tried to walk faster, but
she kept stumbling and almost falling.  Finally she made it to the second
club, and it went pretty much like the first -- she was a big hit when she
stripped, and was even more popular in the lap dance room.  By the end of
the evening, she had made $245 in tips while she was stripping, and another
$1,400 from the men she gave lap dances to.  Almost all those men fucked
her, too, and her pussy was full of sperm when it was time to go home.  Her
father picked her up, and she had a huge smile on her face as she gave him
the wads of cash she had been carrying.  He told her she was a good girl,
and gave her $50 to keep.  Helen was thrilled -- she had only received 25
cents each man that made love to her at the sex parties at home, and later
her father had raised that to one dollar per man.  The most she had ever
made at one party was $32, and now she had FIFTY dollars all for herself!
It escaped her notice that she had given her father $1,645 -- and he had
let her keep barely three percent for herself.  Even a street whore usually
gets ten percent of the cash she makes by letting men fuck her, but Helen
hadn't graduated to that level yet.

   CHAPTER 8: More Abortions for Helen

   After a month of stripping and giving lap dances at the two strip clubs,
Helen got pregnant again -- not surprising, since she was getting screwed
30 times or more every night without any protection.  Her father knew her
customers at the clubs would pay more to fuck her without wearing a rubber,
so he told her to let them do it that way.  Her sixth abortion was
performed by the same doctor as before, but this time he wanted to keep her
for a week as his fee.  Helen's father agreed, even though he would lose a
lot of money with her not working at the strip clubs for that long.  He was
concerned about people finding out about what he was doing to his daughter,
and so far this doctor had been discreet.  So the doctor gave Helen another
abortion, once again using a metal coathanger that he inserted in her
vagina and forced into her uterus, poking it around in her womb until he
detached the fetus from the wall of the uterus.  Helen had to squat over
the bucket and strain to expel the remnants of the fetus from her body, and
then the doctor took her home with him.  He didn't let her get dressed
after her abortion -- she had to sit in the front seat of his car with her
big tits totally exposed during the half-hour drive.  The doctor enjoyed
stopping at traffic lights beside large trucks, so the drivers could stare
down into his car and enjoy Helen's nakedness.  She tried to cover her
breasts with her arms but the doctor told her to put her arms at her sides
-- he enjoyed displaying her and degrading her.  At his house, he took her
to a spare bedroom, where she found ten men waiting for her.  The doctor
told her they were all going to fuck her and she had to do whatever they
told her.  He pushed Helen onto the bed and told her to spread her legs,
and the first man unzipped his pants and lay down on top of her.

   Helen spent the whole week on her back, except for short bathroom breaks
twice a day and two small meals, early in the morning and late at night. 
The men just kept coming, showing up singly or in small groups all during
the day and into the night, all of them wanting just one thing -- Helen's
tight cunt and big tits.  The news that an underage whore was available
spread quickly by word of mouth, and there was a steady stream of johns for
her to service.  The doctor collected cash from each man, charging them $50
for a ten-minute fuck, so Helen was earning $300 an hour for him, from 6 AM
to midnight.  He let her sleep for six hours each night, but by the end of
the week she had lost enough weight that it was noticeable in her arms and
legs and waist.  At the end of the week, after being screwed more than 100
times each day, Helen received $40 from the doctor.  He told her she was a
great little whore, and took her home.

   Helen's father noticed the girl's weight loss as soon as she got home,
and at the Friday night sex party, a lot of the men told him she looked a
lot hotter that way -- so he decided to put her on a diet.  He let her eat
one piece of fruit in the morning -- an apple or a banana -- and a small
burger from some fast-food place for supper.  With all the physical
exercise Helen got from being fucked so many times every day, she began to
lose more weight.  Her waist had been 20 inches, but after two weeks it
shrank to 18 1/2 inches, and in another two weeks it was down to 17 inches.
Her breasts stayed big, of course, though the skin and fatty tissue on top
of the implants shrank a little.  Her hips had flared when she hit puberty,
and they stayed fairly wide, but her buttocks shrank and got firmer, so she
almost looked like a boy from the rear.  Her arms and legs really got
skinny, and she started to look a little anorexic, with bulging elbows and
knees and very thin arms above and below her elbows.  Her thighs were
hardly bigger than her calves, and when she stood up, there was a huge gap
between her legs because of the skinny thighs.  The combination of her
extremely skinny body and her huge breasts made Helen an eye-catcher.  Any
man who looked at her wanted her, and the Friday night sex parties now
attracted 40 men or more every week.  They started at 8 PM on Friday and
now they didn't end until sometime Saturday morning, after all the men took
their turn with Helen, and some of them came back for a second or third
session with her if they could get hard again.  Helen always got penetrated
at least 50 times, and sometimes as many as 80 times in one night.  She was
still stripping two nights a week, Saturday and Sunday, and doing lap
dances where she got fucked during almost every session with a man.

   When it was time for school to start, Helen begged her parents to let
her go.  She promised she would wear baggy clothes all the time so nobody
would find out about her big breasts, and finally her parents agreed to let
her go -- but her father made it clear that she would have to keep working
at the strip clubs, and of course she would have to continue with the
Friday-night sex parties.  All the cash coming in made it impossible for
Helen's father to let her stop, but she promised she would work very hard
for him and still get her homework done.  She started her freshman year two
weeks later, and she had a great time at school.  It was hard sometimes,
having to get up and go to school on Monday morning after working at the
strip clubs on Sunday night, but Helen was young and strong and she worked
hard at everything she did, a trait that would follow her through life,

   With so much sex and no protection, Helen kept getting pregnant.  She
had four more abortions during the next year, which made a total of ten
abortions by the time she was 15 years old.  Each abortion took a toll on
her spirits, and as she got older she began to feel the deep sorrow that
most girls experience when they lose a baby, no matter how the baby was
conceived.  Every time she had to open her legs for the doctor, every time
she had to look at his ugly grin while he poked around inside her body,
every time she had to squat over the bucket and strain to expel the pieces
of her dead baby from her womb, Helen felt the loss deep in her heart, and
finally she realized she couldn't go on this way.  All the nameless sex
with men that didn't care about her, all the lovemaking where there was no
love, all the abuse to her mind and her body -- all these things were
corroding her soul, and she knew she had to save herself somehow.

   She wanted to run away, but she liked going to Del Norte High School so
much, she decided to stick with it.  She had few friends at school because
her parents had told her to keep to herself, so the secret of her big
breasts wouldn't be discovered.  But she liked all her teachers, and she
loved learning.  So she spent four years going to classes during the day,
then stripping and doing lap dances or performing at sex parties at night.
Her father finally let her start taking birth control pills when she was
16, but he still let the men fuck her without using protection, and birth
control pills are not 100% effective -- so Helen got pregnant two more
times before she finished high school.  Her father took her back to the
same doctor both times, and each time Helen cried for hours after the
doctor made her squat over the bucket and push hard until all the fetal
tissue had been expelled from her body.  She felt like she was expelling
her soul from her body, and the guilt became overwhelming.  After her
twelfth abortion, midway through her senior year at Del Norte, she finally
decided she couldn't take it anymore, and started exploring ways to save
herself from a life of sexual abuse.  By the time she graduated, she had
worked out a plan.  Neither of her parents came to her graduation, and
Helen walked across the stage and accepted her diploma with tears of
disappointment running down her cheeks.

   CHAPTER 9: Helen's Escape

   Helen was barely 18 when she decided to run away, but how could she do
it?  She and her parents were living in Albuquerque, NM, and she had almost
no money, no resources, and breasts that made her noticeable wherever she
went.  So how could she blend in and disappear without being caught and
dragged back to her parents?  The answer turned out to be simple -- she
started talking to the men while she gave them lap dances at the strip
clubs, and within two days she met a guy who offered to help her.  His name
was Peter, and he had a good job with the federal government.  He was on
vacation, and he told Helen he could take her with him when he went back to
his home in Washington, DC.  She brought all her belongings with her to the
strip club the next night, and the two of them left in his car.  Helen knew
no one would look for her until much later that night, when her father came
to pick her up at the other strip club, but by then she and Peter would be
miles away.  Helen was thrilled to escape from the living hell her life had
become, and she cuddled close to Peter as they drove.  She took off her
sweatshirt so he could put his arm around her and touch her breasts, and
his touch was warm and thrilling.  She had never been happier in her life.
After several hours of driving, his hand on her big breasts was making her
hot, so she took his arm from around her neck and slipped out of her jeans,
so she was naked on the seat.  She took his hand and moved it down between
her open legs, and he put two fingers in her slit and started to
finger-fuck her.  Helen had been fucked innumerable times since she was
nine years old, but she had never in her life had an orgasm -- until now.
Her father and uncles, the men at the weekly sex parties, and the men at
the strip clubs had all screwed her, but she had never felt any emotion
while they were raping her -- she felt like a piece of meat.  Now, with
Peter's fingers moving in her vagina, she felt her cunt getting so hot and
wet, she couldn't believe it -- was THIS how sex was supposed to feel?! 
She felt tingly all over, and her nipples stiffened into long, hard cones
that stuck out obscenely.  Then she felt something odd between her legs, a
sort of twitching that seemed to come from deep inside her body.  It
started in her groin, and then it exploded through her whole body, and she
cried out as the force of it swept through her.  She collapsed against
Peter, breathing fast, and held onto him like she was drowning.  She told
Peter something had happened to her, and he stroked her hair and told her
she had just had an orgasm.  Helen told him that had never happened to her
before, and he hugged her against him.  In many ways, Helen lost her
virginity that night, not six years earlier when her father destroyed her
hymen by raping her -- and Helen looked forward to lots more sex, instead
of thinking of it as something the men made her do.

   After her breathing slowed down, Helen wanted to thank Peter for all he
had done for her.  She scooted over on the seat so she could lean down with
her head in his lap, and unzipped his pants as he drove.  She looked up at
him questioningly, and he looked down at her and smiled and nodded.  He
stroked her hair as she took out his penis, and the first thing she did was
kiss the head gently.  Then she started licking the shaft, and he quickly
got a full erection.  His cock was big, 11 inches long and very thick, and
Helen's breath got faster as she started to suck.  She was a great little
cocksucker, and she knew how to bring a man to the brink of orgasm, then
back off and start again, and she soon had Peter gasping as she gave him
the best blowjob of his life, She kept him on the brink for a long time,
but finally his cock twitched and throbbed heavily and Helen knew he was
about to cum.  She took as much of his cock as she could in her mouth as
she put her hand on his scrotum and squeezed, and he groaned and exploded
in her mouth.  His cock spurted a huge gush of warm, ropey jism down
Helen's throat, then kept filling her mouth with sperm as fast as she could
swallow it.  She gulped it down greedily, wanting every drop of his
precious juices inside her, feeling honored that he allowed her to receive
his goodness this way.  He gave her a huge load, and finally the last of
his semen oozed into her willing mouth and she swallowed it gratefully. 
She licked around the head of the cock, then finished by kissing it again.
Her eyes were shining with gratitude as she looked up at him, and then she
went to sleep with his cock against her cheek.  When she woke up later, she
had some cum on her face that leaked out of his softening cock as she
slept. She smiled at him and scooped the jism into her mouth and swallowed
it.

   Helen and Peter reached Washington after driving for three days, and he
let her come and live with him, but they both kept it a secret because
Helen was a runaway.  The first night, they made love slowly and sweetly,
and Helen found she could have multiple orgasms.  Peter performed
cunnilingus on her, driving her crazy with so many orgasms, she thought she
would faint.  She responded by sucking his cock to a huge erection, then
laying on her back and spreading her legs and begging him to fuck her. 
They made love four times that night, and it was the first time Helen was
happy about having big breasts -- Peter loved her huge rack, and couldn't
keep his hands off them.

   CHAPTER 10: Helen Goes Back to Stripping

   The first thing Helen wanted to do was get rid of her breast implants.
She hated looking like a stripper, and she wanted to go back to school, but
not with two big bags of silicone hanging off her chest like soccer balls.
Her back ached constantly from the weight of her implants, and it was hard
to walk or stand up for very long.  Part of the problem was that the bra
her father bought for her wasn't big enough.  It fitted a little loosely
when she first started to wear it, but after the doctor added more silicone
to her implants to bring them up to 1200cc, the bra fit about right.  But
then her father told the doctor to add 300cc more silicone to each implant,
and that made her breasts too big for the bra.  She needed size 32H, but
what she really wanted was to have the implants removed.  Peter checked
around, though, and told her it would be better to wait a little while
before having the implants removed, to allow time for her chest muscles and
breast tissue to accommodate themselves to the implants.  He said he had
checked with a doctor friend of his, who said it would be better to wait
about three months before having more surgery.  Helen didn't like the idea
at all, but she knew Peter wanted what was best for her.  And he told her
he had a plan for the time between now and when she could have the surgery
-- she could use her big breasts to make some real money for HERSELF
instead of having to give most to the money she earned to her father.  He
said there were lots of strip clubs in the Washington area where she could
make good money without having to do much work.  And he told Helen he would
buy her some bras that fit right, some for stripping and some for everyday
wear, so she wouldn't be in so much pain.

   Helen was a little shocked and sad that Peter wanted her to keep
stripping, but it would just be for a little while, and it WOULD be great
to keep the money herself.  She was just beginning to realize how stupid
she had been to give all her earnings to her father, then let him get away
with giving her peanuts to spend.  Peter got her an audition at a strip
club not too far from his house, and he drove her over.  They walked in and
found a few men cleaning up, and the owner shook hands with Peter, then
asked Helen to show him what she looked like.  Helen was wearing a new
black dress that Peter had bought for her, and it barely covered her ass.
She slipped it down over her shoulders and let it fall at her feet,
revealing her new black bra -- and when she unfastened it at the front and
shrugged out of it, every man in the room gasped.  Peter had told the owner
Helen was 18, and she no longer had to use her fake ID from New Mexico --
Peter had helped her get a real driver's license in Washington.  But she
looked underage, and the owner knew she would bring in business.  So he
smiled at Helen and told her she was hired and could start that night. 
Helen was thrilled -- her first job on her own!  She started that night,
doing a show every 20 minutes for four hours, and she made $1,000 -- in ONE
night!  She also got to keep the tips that men in the audience stuck in her
bra and her g-string or just threw onto the stage while she was stripping,
and these added up to another $267.  Helen was so happy when Peter picked
her up, she hugged him and kissed him and made every other man in the room
jealous.

   Helen worked very hard to be a good stripper in the next few weeks,
watching the other girls and learning how to move her body and dance for
the men in the audience.  Her tips went up a lot after she learned to lean
down so her breasts were very close to the man's face and brush her nipples
against him.  She also started stripping completely naked -- she had been
just taking off her bra and dancing in her g-string -- and sometimes she
let the men stuff dollar bills into her slit.  She was earning $2,000 on a
good night, and she was saving her money for surgery to have her breast
implants removed.  She knew that would be the end of her stripping career,
but getting those horrible implants out of her body was very important to
her.  Peter was a real angel, telling her to do whatever she wanted and he
would be supportive.  Every night when he took her home from the club, she
gave him a blowjob in the car, and after they got home she stripped for
him, then begged him to make love to her.  He fucked her at least two times
every night, with her sucking his cock hungrily to get him hard again after
his first ejaculation.  He had put her on birth control pills, so he could
cum inside her with no fears or worries, and he couldn't believe how much
semen he produced when he made love to her.  The girl was a born
cocksucker, and their trips home in the car every night were dangerous
because it was very hard for Peter to concentrate on the road while Helen
sucked his cock, He always tried not to cum in her mouth in the car,
wanting to save his sperm for her vagina, but about half the time he
couldn't help himself -- her lips and tongue and mouth were just too much
to resist, and he would cum so much, she couldn't swallow it all.  But that
just made it more fun when they got home, because Helen had to suck him to
another erection so he could screw her.

   CHAPTER 11: The Truth About Peter

   After two months of stripping, Helen had saved enough to pay for breast
reduction surgery -- but it occurred to Peter that she could be earning a
lot more money if she was doing lap dances at the club.  Why shouldn't she
take advantage of her big tits while she had them?  He knew he had to
approach Helen carefully about this, because her one goal now was to get
rid of the bags of silicone hanging off her chest.  He had her convinced
that he loved her and cared about her -- which was very far from his real
feelings about her.  When Peter first saw Helen in the strip club in New
Mexico, all he saw were her tits -- not her face, not her legs, not her
pussy -- just those two enormous breasts sticking out like basketballs on
her chest.  He could tell she was underage, and the depravity of such a
young girl having such freakishly large boobs made his cock feel like it
would burst.  The first time she gave him a lap dance and he had a chance
to get a good close look at her jugs, he got so hot, he thought he might
faint.  The girl just oozed sexuality, and it was her innocent face that
made the lewdness of her big breasts even more obscene.  When she told him
her own father had arranged for her surgery, the moral corruption of this
young sweet girl became even more degrading.  Peter saw a chance to make
some BIG money with this little slut, and he started working on her
immediately.  It was easy to convince her of his concern for her, since she
had already realized -- finally -- what her father and her uncles were
doing to her was not right.  When she described the Friday night sex
parties to Peter, it was all he could do to keep the proper expressions of
concern and empathy on his face -- he wanted to masturbate while she was
telling him what the men did to her at the parties, but of course he didn't
dare, so he just listened sympathetically.  All he could think was, how
could ANY girl be so stupid?!

   So Peter's bringing Helen home to Washington with him was not quite the
chivalrous deed she perceived it to be -- it was a pimp recruiting a whore.
Peter had done similar things with four other girls before he met Helen,
turning them out as street whores and treating them like animals while he
took 98 percent of the money they made with their bodies.  He gave them
beatings for fun, and as soon as one of them stopped earning enough money
to please him, he drove her far out in the country and shoved her out of
the car, then made her take off her clothes and throw them in the back seat
of the car, including her underwear and her shoes.  He took her purse, then
left her there -- naked, with no money, no shoes, no nothing -- at least
twenty miles from the nearest town.  Just before he drove off, he snapped
several pictures of the girl standing naked beside the road, then laughed
as he drove off.  He knew where all his girls came from, and a few days
later, the girl's parents received the pictures of their naked daughter
with bruises all over her body -- with no indication of where it was taken,
so they had no way of finding the girl.  Peter liked to think about the
parents and their grief while he screwed girls -- it gave him a huge
erection.  He had just gotten rid of his last girl a few weeks before he
took his vacation, so his finding Helen was perfect timing for him -- but
he had wasted enough time gaining her trust.  Now it was time to get her
earning money for him with her body.

   The first step was to ease Helen into thinking about doing lap dances at
the strip club.  She had done a lot of them before she came to Washington,
so it wasn't a new idea -- but she thought she was getting out of the sex
business, tapering off with some stripping until she earned enough money to
have her breast implants removed.  Peter had to convince her to keep
working, and to do even more than she was doing now.  He started by
praising her for sticking to her plan and for knowing what she wanted. 
Every day he found opportunities to mention how proud he was of her, and
how much he respected her for setting her own course in this world.  Then,
very gradually, he started to slip in some references to how much money she
was making, and how easy it was -- just taking off her clothes and letting
men see her bare body, and they paid her to do it!  And then, even more
gradually, he talked about how much more money she could make if she went
back to giving lap dances.  At first he prefaced these remarks with
disclaimers -- "I know you'd never want to go back to that, but..." -- and
kept talking about the big money to be had.  And he talked about the small
amount of work -- just gyrating on top of a guy, rubbing against him until
he shot his load in his pants.  What could be easier, or more profitable?
And Helen started to come around.  Within a week, she was giving lap dances
in the VIP Room at the club -- and once she was back in that familiar
milieu, it was incredibly easy for Peter to shift her thinking from lap
dances to fucking.  In fact, he made it sound like an advancement, not a
regression -- she would move UP to being a call girl, a much more
prestigious line of work than just giving lap dances.  Peter offered to be
her "manager" and set her up with "friends" who wanted to "make love" to
her, and she would be able to quit stripping and quit giving lap dances,
but make MORE money than ever before.  He kept hammering the idea that she
shouldn't stop when she had enough money for her breast reduction surgery
-- that was just her first and most immediate goal, and he told her he knew
how important it was to her.  But she happened to have breasts that REALLY
attracted men, so why not USE them as long as she had them, to make some
BIG money that would guarantee that she might never have to work again? 
She was only 18 now, and she might be able to retire very soon and live a
life of leisure, or do whatever sort of work appealed to her.  Peter was
very good at this sort of talk, and he soon had Helen eating out of his
hand -- she was actually BEGGING him to set her up, to get her out of the
world of strip clubs and into what she saw as a world of glamorous dresses,
fine jewelry, and men who would treat her with respect.

   Peter kept a room in a shabby hotel in northwest Washington where he set
up his girls, but he told Helen he had found the place just for her.  She
had never had a place of her own, and she was thrilled when he took her
there.  Her smile faded a little when she saw the cum stains on the carpet
and the bedspread, but Peter told her he chose the place because it was
cheap, so she could save more money for her breast surgery -- and Helen
bought his story.  He had bought her some new sexy lingeree to wear when
she met her johns, and she changed while he got on the phone and set up her
first four appointments.  He told her he would stay around, to protect her
and be sure she was OK -- but what he really wanted was to watch the little
whore getting screwed by a succession of men, not knowing she would be
getting only ten percent of what she was earning.  Peter was going to tell
her that he was having a hard time getting men to pay a lot of money
because there were a lot of hookers in town and competition was fierce --
and he was sure Helen was too stupid to question it.

   CHAPTER 12: Helen Becomes a Call Girl

   The first john showed up at 1 PM, and Helen did a good job of greeting
him and talking to him while they sat on the edge of the bed.  Peter had
told him on the phone that Helen was a pretty little whore with huge tits,
and the man couldn't take his eyes off her boobs.  She shrugged out of her
sheer negligee, and she was naked under it.  She leaned toward the john and
offered her tits, and he hesitantly reached out and touched them.  He
probably didn't get too many chances to screw a 16-year-old girl, Peter
thought, and certainly not one with breasts like basketballs.  Peter was
sitting in a chair in a corner of the room, and the john got up and handed
him an envelope.  Peter had told each of the johns to bring $500 in cash,
in an envelope so Helen couldn't see how much it was.  The john went back
to the bed, and Peter grinned to himself as Helen put her arms around the
john and let him hug her.  The little whore actually enjoyed hugging a man
who had come there to screw her brains out, which didn't speak well for her
upbringing or personal history.  Well, that's not my problem, thought
Peter, as Helen helped the john take off his clothes.  His cock was half
hard, and Helen sucked him to a nice erection, then lay down on her back
with her huge tits sticking straight up in the air, like silicone breasts
usually do.  She spread her legs invitingly and the john lay on top of her
and started nuzzling her boobs as he tried to insert his cock in her slit.
After he penetrated her, he gave her a good hard fucking, licking and
kissing her tits until he groaned and dumped his load inside her.  He got
up and dressed quickly, embarrassed now to be in a room with a whore, and
went out the door.

   The other three johns showed up on schedule, and Helen never seemed to
get tired of spreading her legs and letting them fuck her brains out.  By
the end of the day, Peter had $2,000 in his attache case -- and he
ceremoniously presented $200 to Helen, telling her she did a great job.  It
was a lot less than Helen had been making at the strip club, but it was
easier work, too -- all she had to do was lay there and spread her legs. 
And Peter had explained that there was a lot of competition, so Helen felt
lucky to make as much as she did.  She asked Peter to make love to her when
they got home, and his erection was fueled by the images in his mind of
Helen laying on her back and letting four men screw her, one after the
other -- while Peter kept 90 percent of her money.  He felt his cock
stiffen as he thrust into her warm pussy, still wet with four loads of
sperm, and he soon added his own semen to what was already in her vagina.

   CHAPTER 13: Helen Gets Bigger Breasts

   After her first week as a call girl, Helen had earned $27,000 for Peter
-- and $2,700 for herself.  He was setting her up with eight tricks each
day, but he wanted more.  Some of the johns -- the real tit freaks -- asked
if Helen's breasts could be expanded even more, and Peter talked to a
doctor he knew.  Helen had told Peter what was done to her, and he knew her
1200cc implants had been overfilled to 1500cc already, but the doctor said
he could pump her up with another 600cc in each implant.  This would
increase her bra size from 32H to 32J, and there would be a lot of pain for
a few weeks, while her skin was stretching to accommodate the larger bags
of silicone.  There was also a chance that the implants would burst from
the added pressure, but Peter didn't care about that -- he just wanted a
girl that could earn more money for him, and this sounded like a sure
thing. He was surprised how easy it was to convince Helen -- after some
initial crying and pleading, she came around pretty fast, mostly because
Peter kept telling her how much more money she would earn with bigger
breasts.  He took her to the doctor the next day, and the doctor had her
take off all her clothes and lie down on the exam table.  Helen asked the
doctor why she had to take off all her clothes for a procedure on her
breasts, and Peter quickly explained that the doctor had offered to do the
procedure for FREE -- he just wanted to touch Helen a little while he was
working on her breasts.  Helen finally nodded and stripped, but the doctor
told her to keep her shoes on while she got up on the table and raised her
legs and put her high heels in the stirrups.  The doctor was staring at her
pussy, and he moved his hand down between her legs and brushed his fingers
across her slit, making Helen shiver.  He ran his other hand over her big
tits, and her nipples stiffened obediently.

   After a few minutes of touching Helen, the doctor went ahead with the
procedure.  He located the fill tube ports just under skin on the
undersides of her breasts, and inserted a large needle into her left
breast, then slowly injected 600cc of silicone.  After a minute, Helen told
him it hurt, and the doctor told her that was her skin stretching to
accommodate the larger mass of silicone.  Helen grimaced, her lips
tightening as the pain got worse.  She groaned and closed her eyes as heavy
sweat broke out on her forehead.  Her left breast was visibly larger now,
looking like an overfilled balloon, the skin getting paler as it got
stretched tighter and tighter over the expanding bag of silicone under her
breast tissue.  It kept inflating as the doctor injected the last of the
silicone, and Helen gritted her teeth to keep from screaming.  Finally the
needle was removed, then the doctor refilled it with silicone and moved to
her right breast.  Helen shook her head, not wanting any more pain, panic
showing in her eyes as she stared wildly at the doctor.  He looked at her a
moment, then leaned down and took her left nipple in his mouth.  Helen's
whole body spasmed -- the stretching of her skin had made her nipple
extremely sensitive, and when the doctor's tongue touched it, it was like
an electric shock jolting through her body.  He sucked on her nipple,
working his lips and tongue against her breast while Helen mewled like a
wounded animal.  The pain was like a razor blade cutting into her nipple --
but at the same time, her sexuality responded to the intimacy of his touch,
and she found herself arching her back, forcing her breast against the
doctor's mouth, even as tears of pain trickled down her cheeks.

   Peter was watching all this, and he realized what was happening --
something very important.  Helen was getting pleasure from pain, and that
meant she was a very special girl -- a born masochist, that rare girl who
can actually derive sexual pleasure when pain is inflicted on her body,
especially in her genitals.  The doctor bit her nipple gently, and Helen's
body jerked as she had a massive orgasm.  The doctor sat up and once again
moved the needle to Helen's right breast, then looked at her, and this time
she nodded slowly.  He poked the needle through her skin into the fill tube
port, then started depressing the plunger, and silicone started to flow
into Helen's implant.  The pain hit immediately, but this time Helen's
grimace was followed by a little curling of her lips -- she was smiling
slightly!  Peter couldn't believe she was actually enjoying the pain in her
chest, but as her breast expanded, the girl got a dreamy look on her face
-- and then she moved her hand down between her legs.  She put two fingers
in her slit and started to masturbate, using her thumbnail to rub her
clitoris.  Her whole body was trembling with raw sexual excitement, and she
was staring down at her right breast while she fingered herself.  She
brought herself to a climax, moaning a little as an orgasm swept through
her body, and her boobs started jiggling and bouncing.  The doctor held her
right tit in place so the needle wouldn't slip out, and continued pumping
silicone into the implant.  When he was done, he withdrew the needle, then
took both nipples in his fingers and rolled them, and Helen closed her eyes
and shivered as she had another orgasm.  Her tits looked unbelievable --
like actual basketballs had been attached to her chest, then inflated til
they were just on the verge of bursting.

   The doctor helped Helen take her feet out of the stirrups, but as she
tried to sit up, she yelped in pain -- her implants had shifted inside her
chest, and the skin of her breasts was stretched so tight, every little
movement caused incredible pain.  The doctor helped her put on her bra, and
adjusted the straps to accommodate the larger mounds of her boobs.  She was
able to sit up and get dressed, wincing with pain, and Peter took her home.
She couldn't take any pain medications because they might interact badly
with the antibiotics the doctor had given her, so she had to get through
the next few weeks with nothing to help her.  She kept her hands on her
breasts during the drive home, rubbing her nipples to try to distract
herself from feeling the pain.  As soon as they got home, Helen begged
Peter to screw her, telling him she needed him to help her get through this
pain by giving her something else to think about.  Peter grinned at her and
told her he would never turn down a chance to make love to her, and they
quickly got into bed.  Peter started as usual, kissing Helen's big breasts,
but her face was twisted into a grimace with the pain.  She looked up at
him and said, "I need you to hurt me, Peter -- take my mind off this pain!"
Peter forced his face down on her left breast and took the nipple in his
mouth and bit it, not gently, and Helen cried out as her body jerked from
the pain and the surprise -- and then she lifted her right breast and
pushed it against his face, wanting him to bite her there, too.  He mauled
her big breasts roughly, and Helen started to have orgasms -- she was
climaxing BECAUSE of the pain, and Peter knew he had found a true
masochist. What a hot little bitch!

   CHAPTER 14: Exploring Helen's Masochism

   Peter wanted to take advantage of Helen's masochistic feelings, to
reinforce them and convince her that this was a good thing for her -- it
would be easier to get her to submit to some of the activities he had in
mind for her if she was willing and compliant.  In a girl, masochism
frequently goes hand in hand with submission.  She can be taught to think
of herself as worthless because she is female -- "God hates girls, so he
didn't give them a penis" -- and then the idea of penis worship can be
introduced as a way of getting closer to God's perfect creation, a man's
cock.  Submitting to the penis is equated with the worship of God in the
girl's mind, and she begins to think of submission as the ultimate act of
prostrating herself before God, stripping herself bare of her pretentions
and unworthiness as she yields her mind and her body to the ultimate
example of perfection on earth -- an erect penis.  She comes to see a man's
erection as her goal in life, and a soft penis becomes a challenge to be
overcome, the best way to prove her worthiness and sincerity -- by helping
a man get an erection.  The girl learns to work very hard, to use all her
efforts to achieve the goal of an erection.  Since she has no penis, giving
a man an erection is the closest she can come to getting one herself, and
she will work incredibly hard to create what she sees as the image of God
-- embodied by the thick, throbbing shaft and head of a penis in full
erection.  She longs to experience the ultimate goal of any girl -- getting
closer to God by creating His vicar in earth in the form of a nice big
hard-on.  The girl comes to realize that a stiff cock is as close as she
can get to God, and she feels driven to create erections in as many men as
possible, so that she can worship the one true God embodied in a man's
erection.

   Peter decided to put Helen back to work right away, instead of waiting
until she was fully recovered from the overfilling of her breast implants,
because the pain she was suffering could be used to reinforce her
masochistic tendencies.  He had bought her some new bras in size 32J, and
she needed to wear one all the time -- with the additional silicone in her
implants, EACH of her breasts weighed almost five pounds, so she had almost
ten pounds of extra weight hanging from her chest, and that was more than
enough to give her severe back problems and difficulty standing up for long
periods.  Peter talked to her and explained that there were a lot of men
waiting to be with her, and they didn't really care about her personal
situation -- they had their own needs to consider.  Peter was able to make
it sound like Helen was being lazy and inconsiderate by taking time off
from her work, so she agreed to go back right away.  Peter drove her to the
hotel the next morning, and her first john showed up at 8 AM.  Peter had
booked men every hour until midnight, and as usual he sat in a chair and
collected the fees from each man before they started in on Helen.  She
spent most of the day naked, except for the brief time in between tricks
when she got dressed so the next man could undress her.  Her massive
breasts had no support for most of the day, and her back was aching long
before the day was over.  Peter could see the grim expression on her face
when she knew the john couldn't see her, and her knew her back and chest
were hurting from the weight of her tits, and he loved seeing her like
that. She winced in pain every time one of her fuckers thrust into her,
causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce, and she tried to hug the johns so
her breasts would be stabilized a little, but the men wanted to touch her
boobs and kiss her nipples, so mostly her tits had no support all day,
either dangling from her chest heavily when she stood up, or jiggling and
jerking on her chest when she was laying down while she got screwed.  In
any position, her tightly stretched skin hurt like it had needles in it,
and any movement just made it worse.  Helen's face was contorted with pain
all the time, and Peter had a hard-on almost all the time he was watching
her suffer.  It really turned him on to see her trying to smile like she
was enjoying it, then wincing in pain when the john couldn't see her face.
That's one of the things that makes her such a good little whore, Peter
thought, the way she makes the john think she loves what he's doing to her.
And her masochism drives her to work harder to please the john even while
the pain makes her grimace.

   The next day, Peter bought a pair of nipple clamps for Helen, telling
her he could get the johns to pay more if he told them she would be wearing
them on her huge breasts.  He had gotten clamps with alligator clips, small
metal teeth that bit into the soft tissue of the nipples, because he knew
they would hurt more, and Helen's whole body jerked in pain when he put
them on her, just after they arrived at the hotel and she took off her
clothes and her bra and g-string.  Peter had convinced her to wear a
g-string all the time, instead of panties or a thong, because he told her
it would make her feel sexier and she would be able to do a better job of
pleasing her johns.  With the clamps on her nipples, connected by a silver
chain that dangled between her big tits, she looked even sluttier than
before, and the men played with the clamps all day.  They liked to pull on
the chain, distending Helen's thick nipples and pulling her areolas up away
from the mass of her boobs as her lips twisted in pain.  They liked to
bounce her breasts by jerking on the chain, which caused the most intense
pain Helen had ever felt in her nipples, like wasps were stinging her.  She
tried to smile through the pain, but the only time she ever really had any
pleasure was when her fuckers were ready to cum and she felt that gush of
warm semen filling her vagina.  She always had an orgasm when the john
ejaculated, but then the pain in her breasts reasserted itself and she was
miserable until she finished up with the john and welcomed the next man and
started working to get him ready to cum.

   By the end of the long day, when the last john left around 1 AM, Helen
was exhausted.  Peter finally let her remove the nipple clamps, and she
grimaced as she took them off and dropped them on the bed.  She was a mess,
as she always was at the end of a long day and night of getting fucked. 
Sperm was running out of her sloppy cunt and her nipples had angry red
marks and spots of blood from the sharp metal clamps biting into her soft
skin.  Her areolas were huge, stretched by the bags of silicone in her
chest, and had some blood on them, too.  Peter looked down at her and
couldn't resist fucking her, and he told her to lay down on the bed.  Helen
told him she was tired and asked him to take her home -- but Peter just
pushed her down on the bed.  His cock had been hard all day long, watching
one man after another screwing Helen while she was wearing the nipple
clamps, and now he needed to cum.  He told her to put them on again, and
Helen started to cry, begging him not to make her do that.  So he put them
on her himself, and Helen mewled in pain as tears ran down her cheeks.  He
lifted the chain and pushed it into Helen's mouth, then kissed her as he
started to screw her.  His cock felt huge, and he looked down at Helen's
tearful face and felt his penis throbbing as he thrust into her pussy,
sticking his dick deep into the cesspool that was her vagina, already
filled with sperm from 17 men.  Peter didn't take long to dump his load,
then he let Helen take off the nipple clamps and get dressed, and he took
her home.

   CHAPTER 15: Helen Gets Pregnant Again

   Peter could see Helen was getting impatient with being a call girl, and
she wanted more and more to get rid of her breast implants.  She had more
than enough money to pay for the surgery, so why wait?  But Peter knew his
cash cow would be worthless, or at least worth a lot less, once she had her
implants removed, so he hatched a plan to delay her a little longer, and he
targeted her most primal instinct: motherhood.  He suggested that she get
pregnant, because johns would pay more to screw a pregnant girl -- and one
with huge tits would bring in even more money.  She could get rid of the
baby later so she wouldn't have to go through labor and childbirth, but
while she was carrying it -- and especially after she started to show --
the johns would be lining up for a chance for fuck her.  Helen liked the
idea of getting more money from her johns -- but she had already had 12
abortions, and she felt like her soul died a little each time she lost a
baby.  Still, this was an easy way to get more money out of the men, so why
not do it while she could?  She stopped taking her birth control pills, and
continued servicing 15 to 20 men every day without any protection, and it
didn't take long for her to get pregnant.  A visit to the doctor confirmed
it, and Peter let her take some time off to rest and get ready for what was
to come.

   Helen had never been pregnant more than a few weeks, and it was a new
experience for her to carry a baby.  For the first few months, while she
was resting at home and getting ready to go back to work as a call girl,
she pampered herself and spent hours just being aware of her own body and
the life growing inside her.  She bought some books on meditation and tried
to learn more about the inner peace that comes from self-discipline.  Peter
left her alone, mostly, because he didn't want her to have too much sex
before she started to work again, and she masturbated when she needed to
cum.  The thought of having the baby inside her gave her huge orgasms when
she rubbed her clit or her breasts, and she started to picture herself as a
mom, and she really wanted to keep the baby.  She didn't care that she had
no idea who knocked her up -- it was the baby that was important.  She
asked Peter if he would marry her and let her keep her baby, but he
patiently explained how much money they could make from her letting johns
screw her while she was pregnant.  A lot of men enjoyed hurting pregnant
girls, and the baby might get injured while they were fucking her -- but
even if it didn't, there was a huge load of cash to be made by aborting the
baby at a sex party.  Men would pay a bundle to watch a girl lose her baby,
and this was just too good a chance to pass up.  And besides, Peter told
her, she had already had 12 abortions, so it wasn't like a new experience
for her.  Helen sat and listened to him with tears in her eyes, knowing he
would never let her have this baby, and understanding the reasons, but
still already starting to mourn her baby.

   After four months, Helen was showing a little, and Peter put out some
feelers and got a huge response from men that wanted to screw a pregnant
teenager with big fake breasts.  Helen went back to work in the shabby
hotel room, and Peter raked in the money.  It was mostly niggers that came
to screw her now -- there's just something about a pregnant white girl that
inflames niggers and makes them want to hurt her.  They fucked her hard,
trying to hurt her and her baby, and Helen spent every day in pain.  The
niggers liked to hit her while they screwed her, and she had bruises all
over her arms and her midsection.  They liked to put their ugly faces right
up against hers while they thrust into her, sweat dripping off their smelly
bodies and soiling her and making her feel filthy.  They liked to slap her
face while they fucked her, or pinch her nipples so hard she got tears in
her eyes.  Peter kept her working seven days a week, and by the time she
was six months along, she was so sick of men that she just wanted to die.
She hated the smell of the niggers that fucked her all day every day, and
she felt soiled and filthy just from being so close to them.  They put
their full body weight on her while they were screwing her, knowing it
would hurt her because of the baby, and she had given up trying to stop
them -- she just lay there and let them do it to her.

   Helen begged Peter to put a stop to all this, and finally he agreed to
help her.  He told her he would set up a sex party where the highlight
would be her losing the baby.  The idea was for the men to fuck her so hard
and so long that they would induce premature labor, and since the baby was
too young to survive outside the womb, it would either be born dead or
would die soon after being expelled from her body.  He warned Helen she
would probably have to go through labor, although it would be shorter than
for a regular birth, and Helen started crying and couldn't stop.  She had
always imagined having a baby, with her husband holding her hand and
helping her through the whole thing, and it was what she wanted most in
life.  But now Peter was describing a horror show, where a lot of strange
men would make a complete mockery of what having a baby is supposed to be.
They would be doing obscene things to her while she was carrying her baby,
and they would be TRYING to hurt her and the baby.  Peter kept telling her
how much money the men would pay, but all Helen could think of was her
baby. She felt totally powerless to protect her child, which made her the
worst kind of mother, but she felt like she was trapped.

   CHAPTER 16: Helen's Last Abortion

   The sex party took place in a larger room at the same seedy hotel where
Helen had been turning tricks.  The room had a screen to separate the
bedroom from the living room, but Peter had the screen removed so it was
just one big room.  There were 38 men there to watch Helen lose her baby,
but first there was a lot of fucking to do.  Helen got on her hands and
knees on the sofa, naked except for her slut shoes with five-inch heels,
and the men lined up to stand behind her and screw her.  Her pregnant belly
was hanging down heavily, jerking around every time her fucker thrust into
her, and the men leaned down and squeezed her swollen breasts roughly while
they fucked her.  They drove into her as hard as they could, and slapped
her buttocks while they were riding her, trying to inflict as much pain as
possible.  After an hour of fucking her that way, they told Helen to lay
back across a serving table they moved to the center of the room.  The
table was square, only 24 inches on each side, but it was just the right
height for Helen's pussy to be penetrated by a man standing in front of
her. She sat on it, but it wasn't big enough for her to lay down on her
back -- so she was told to hold onto the table and lean back as far as she
could while she lifted her legs and spread them.  This position was very
painful for Helen because it put a lot of strain on her stomach muscles to
hold her legs in the air, and she had no support for her back -- but her
big tits were easy for the men to reach.  One of them took his place in
front of her and slapped her face and told her to spread her legs wider
apart, and then he penetrated her in one deep stroke that made her grunt in
pain.  She had her hands on the edge of the table to keep her upper body in
place, but the position strained every muscle she had.  Sweat popped out on
her forehead as her fucker thrust into her, each stroke threatening to
dislodge her hold on the table.  Suddenly he gave her a vicious thrust and
her hands slipped off the table, and her upper body fell.  There was
nothing there to catch her, and she bent backward at the waist as her upper
body dangled toward the floor, her arms flailing around as she tried to
catch herself.  She screamed in frustration and pain as her pregnant belly
tightened, her stomach muscles the only thing holding her upper body in
place.  She got her hands on the legs of the table and slowly raised her
upper body, a little at a time, until she was finally back in place again,
but the strain showed in her eyes and on her face.  Her whole body was
covered with sweat and her arms and legs were trembling from the strain on
holding her body in place for her fuckers to use.  The man in her cunt
slapped her again, just to make it harder for her to hold her body in
place, and he grinned as she glared at him helplessly, her hands almost
slipping off the table again.

   Helen was raped for two hours on top of the table, and the pain was
unbelievable.  Her whole body was trembling with muscular spasms and her
stomach was on fire as she strained the muscles in her midsection to stay
upright -- and then a cramp hit her and made her scream.  At least she
thought it was a cramp -- but then she realized she was starting labor
three months prematurely.  The extreme stress of holding her body in this
awkward position had triggered labor too soon, but she knew this was what
Peter wanted, and she knew she was going to have to get through it somehow.
But she also knew her baby couldn't survive being born three months
premature, and she knew she was going to lose it -- if it wasn't already
dead inside her -- and she was filled with a deep sadness.  But she didn't
have time to think about it as another contraction hit her.  The men had
gathered around to watch, and she started to get down off the table, but
none of them helped her -- just watched while she carefully eased herself
down to the floor.  She started for the bed, but the men told her to stay
there -- they wanted her to go through labor standing up!  Helen's face
clouded with frustration, but she knew there was no point in asking to lay
down.  She spread her legs and squatted a little, and suddenly her water
broke, soaking the cheap carpet on the floor of the room.  When another
contraction hit her, she closed her eyes and pushed hard, sweat pouring off
her body.  Her big tits were bouncing lewdly as she strained, and some of
the men reached out and pinched her nipples, making her face contort with
anger.

   The men decided this was too easy for Helen, so one of them tied her
hands behind her.  Helen begged them not to tie her because it made it
harder to keep her balance in her high heels, but they just laughed at her.
She was bending forward now, fighting to stay on her feet as a strong
contraction made her legs feel weak and shaky.  She grunted like a pig as
she strained, pushing hard, trying to give birth with no help at all.  Her
ankles were aching and the muscles in her legs were burning from the
physical effort of keeping her balance while her body strained to expel the
baby from her uterus.  She squatted a little lower, bending her knees and
standing on her toes in her high heels as she pushed long and hard, and she
felt the baby move inside her.  Her uterus was contracting, moving the baby
downward into her birth canal.  Helen couldn't help smiling -- she was
going to have a baby!  After all the abortions her father had forced on
her, she was actually going through the miracle of childbirth, and in spite
of the horrible conditions involved, part of Helen felt ecstatic.  She
pushed again, and she felt the baby's head passing through her cervix and
stretching her vagina, and that's when the REAL pain began.  Helen screamed
from pain and frustration and desperation, squatting a little lower as she
strained, and the baby moved a little further down in her vagina.

   Helen had been in labor for more than an hour now, and the strain was
showing.  Her legs were trembling from extreme fatigue, and her lips were
twisted into a rictus of pain and frustration.  Standing in high heels was
giving her unbelievable pain in her feet and ankles, and her back was
aching from having her arms tied behind her, which forced her to stand up
very straight with her huge tits sticking straight out.  The strain on her
back was like a toothache, and tears of pain filled her eyes and twisted
her face into a mask of agony.  The men watching her were getting more and
more excited watching her suffer, and all of them were masturbating.  Helen
could see them rubbing their cocks right in front of her, not even thinking
of helping her through her labor, and the sight brought more tears to her
eyes.  Another contraction hit her, and she pushed as hard as she could,
sweat dripping off her face, her bare body glistening in the lights.  Helen
was afraid she would fall down, possibly injuring her baby, and all she
could do was squat lower, bending her knees and balancing on her toes in
the high heels until she was squatting as low as she could.  The weight of
her pregnant belly was like a boulder strapped to her midsection, and she
had to be careful not to fall forward on her face, without her arms to stop
her fall.  The next contraction was even more painful in this position, and
Helen thought she would faint from the intense pain as her body strained to
expel the baby.  Her pussy felt like it was a mile wide, gaping open as the
baby's head moved down toward the entrance to her vagina.  She caught a
foul odor, and realized she was straining so hard that her sphincter had
weakened and released some feces from her bowels, and she was shitting on
the carpet.  The men started laughing, some of them holding their noses
against the putrid odor, and Helen died a little inside.  She had thought
she couldn't be embarrassed any more, but now she was.  She could hear the
men calling her every dirty name there is, and she knew they were right --
she couldn't even give birth to her baby right.  But there was one good
thing happening -- she looked down and saw that a little milk was leaking
out of her breasts.  She had been terrified that she wouldn't be able to
breast-feed because of the implants, and her heart leaped when she saw the
milky drops running down her tits.

   The pain in Helen's legs was too much for her to bear in the squatting
position, and she knew she had to stand up again -- but her legs were so
weak now, she couldn't make it.  She begged the men to help her, but they
just looked at her and rubbed their cocks.  Finally one of them came over
to her and looked down at her and she thought he was going to help her
stand up, and he did -- he took her nipples in his fingers and lifted her
by her breasts.  Helen screamed in agony as hot, intense pain shot through
her breasts, but she was able to straighten her legs and stand up.  The man
slapped her face and told her she was a good little whore, and went back to
rubbing his cock as he watched her.  Helen's legs were so wobbly, she was
afraid she might fall, but the stress of standing up had moved the baby
down further in her vagina, and it felt like the head was about to come
out. Her pussy lips were stretched so tight, every little movement was like
a knife being thrust into her cunt as her baby's head began to emerge. 
Helen wanted to cradle it in her hands, but the bastards wouldn't release
her arms, so she just tried to help the baby be born.  The next contraction
felt like she was hitting a brick wall -- the baby's head was squeezing
past her vaginal lips, and the pain was at its most intense.  Helen was
wailing, a constant mewl coming from her throat as she struggled to give
birth.  Finally the contraction eased a little, and Helen tried to get her
breathing under control -- and then another contraction hit her, and she
pushed, and she felt the baby's head slide out of her vagina.  It was
really happening!  She tried to smile, but the contraction was still going
on, and she strained again, and she felt the baby's arms emerge from her
pussy.  The men were cheering now, urging her on, and they brought a
full-length mirror over so Helen could see herself -- and then she closed
her eyes and gave one more huge push, and she felt the baby's legs slide
out of her body -- but then she realized no one was going to catch the baby
as it emerged, and she panicked.  She could feel the weight of the baby
pulling her down, and she raised her head to look in the mirror -- and saw
the baby was hanging between her legs by the umbilical cord!  The baby was
twisting slowly as it dangled between her open legs, and Helen screamed,
begging the men for help.  Just as her panic was about to overwhelm her,
she felt another contraction, and realized the placenta was about to come
out.  She strained desperately, and in the mirror she could see the baby
moving slowly down toward the carpet as the mass of uterine tissue and
mucus that makes up the placenta emerged from her vagina.  The baby was
resting on the carpet now, and Helen expelled the afterbirth from her body,
then fell forward onto her knees, exhausted by her three-hour ordeal.  One
of the men came over and cut the cord on her wrists, and she was finally
able to move her arms again.

   CHAPTER 17: Helen Realizes the Truth

   Helen realized she was sitting in the mess of bloody tissue that was the
placenta -- she could feel the warmth of it against her thighs and buttocks
-- but she didn't care.  She leaned forward and gently picked up her baby,
cradling it in her left arm as she brought it to her breast.  She
positioned her nipple against the baby's lips -- she saw now that it was a
girl!  -- and gently stroked her daughter's head.  But nothing happened,
and in a moment Helen squeezed her breast gently, forcing some milk out of
her erect nipple -- but it just ran down over the baby's face.  Now Helen
noticed how tiny the baby was -- it couldn't weight more than a two pounds.
And it seemed oddly unformed, like it wasn't quite finished.  She looked up
at the men, her mind incapable of accepting the truth, and one of them
stepped over to her.  He looked down at her, rubbing his cock as he spoke,
his erection throbbing in his hand as he told Helen what was going on. 
"You stupid bitch, you just lost your baby...  it's only six months old...
too early for it to be born..." His hand was moving faster on his big cock,
and some pre-cum glistened on the head as he looked down at Helen's
distraught face.  "You were so busy enjoying our cocks in your slutty
little cunt, you got so excited, you just couldn't wait...  couldn't wait
to get your baby out so you could go back to whoring..." Helen's face
showed her realization of what she had done to her baby, and the man cupped
his balls with his other hand as he approached his climax, his cock
stiffening as he watched Helen's pain and distress spread over her face. 
She started to cry, still cuddling the dead body of her daughter against
her huge breast, and the man groaned with deep sexual satisfaction as he
ejaculated on Helen's face, He came like a fucking horse, dumping his huge
load in Helen's eyes and all over her face and breasts.  A lot of his semen
got on the baby, but Helen was too distracted to notice how her baby was
being degraded.

   After the man finished cumming, the baby was taken from Helen's arms. 
She remained on her knees on the carpet, the bloody afterbirth still
between her legs and under her ass and pussy as the baby's body was placed
on the carpet in front of her.  The men lined up -- and then they took
turns masturbating on the baby while Helen was forced to watch.  Whenever
she turned her head away or closed her eyes, one of the men slapped her,
hard, and she had to watch while each man soiled her baby daughter with his
sperm.  The umbilical cord was still attached, and ran from the baby's
navel to the placenta splayed on the carpet under Helen's legs and
buttocks. She was still bleeding a little from the birth, and her blood
soaked into the carpet as she stayed there on her knees and the men
degraded her daughter.  The last man decided just masturbating on the
little girl wasn't enough.  He picked up the tiny body, slippery and
covered thickly with so many loads of cum, and held it in front of him as
he positioned his cock between the girl's legs.  Helen's face twisted with
anguish as she realized he was going to rape her daughter right in front of
her, and she tried to stand up, to go to her little girl and protect her,
but two other men held her down, and she stayed there on her knees and
watched the rapist force his cock into the girl's slit.  As he thrust into
her, his big cock tore the body almost in half, and he moved the body up
and down on his cock a few times until he was ready to cum.  He thrust
deeply into her and shot his load, then lifted the baby's body off his cock
and brought it to Helen, laughing as he watched her eyes follow every
movement of the scum-soaked little body.  He motioned to the two men to
hold Helen's arms, and then he lay the baby between her legs, in the mass
of tissue and mucus that had come out of her body after she had her baby.
The men released Helen's arms -- but she just sat there miserably, looking
down at her baby as tears flooded down her cheeks.  She suddenly realized
today was her 19th birthday -- and instead of giving birth, she had killed
her baby.  The tears flowed like a river down her cheeks.

   CHAPTER 18: Helen's Recovery

   Helen was left alone in the cheap hotel room after her johns left, but
she couldn't move.  She just sat there on her knees, looking down at her
dead baby, until finally Peter came in.  He got her up and onto the bed,
then went back into the living room, and when he brought her through on
their way home, all traces of her baby were gone, except the large stain on
the carpet.  Peter took Helen home and let her cry, figuring it was what
she was going to do anyway.  She cried non-stop for four days, but on the
second day she told Peter her breasts were hurting, and he saw they were
swollen even bigger than usual, and realized she was producing milk.  He
bought a breast pump and showed Helen how to use it, and twice each day she
had to go through the degrading procedure of milking herself like a cow,
pumping out the milk she should be feeding to her daughter.  The breast
pump hurt her nipples a lot -- they are usually very sensitive after
childbirth -- but she had to keep using it.  Her nipples leaked at night,
and every morning her sheets were soaked with milk and she had to change
them.  The sweet smell of the milk made her cry even more as she mourned
her baby daughter.

   Helen was very weak and fatigued after her ordeal, and it took several
weeks for her body to regain its strength.  Holding herself upright on the
table in the hotel room while she was being fucked had put severe strain on
her back and legs, and they ached constantly now, and it seemed like they
would never get better.  The strain of supporting the weight of her breasts
without a bra all the time she was servicing her johns also caused problems
with her back, and she had to support her breasts with her arms every time
she stood up now.  There were no nursing bras in her size, and it would
have been too hard to keep taking off her bra when she used the breast
pump, so she just went bare-breasted all the time, making it essential that
she support the huge globes when she stood up or walked.  It looked like
she was walking around carrying two basketballs, and Peter secretly enjoyed
the show, though he faked a lot of concern for Helen.  He got an erection
every time he saw the little whore struggling to walk from here to there,
carrying her boobs like they were some great treasure.  God, what a stupid
bitch!  He couldn't believe how lucky he had been to find her, but then
again, there always seemed to be plenty of whores around when a man needed
one.

   Helen was adamant about one thing -- she wanted her breast implants
removed.  She had plenty of money to pay for the surgery, and she was sick
of the pain and awkwardness of having huge tits.  Using the breast pump to
extract her milk twice a day made her extremely conscious of the size and
awkwardness of her boobs, and she wanted the implants out.  But Peter kept
finding excuses to delay things, and one day he came home and found Helen
had taken matters into her own hands -- she had used an icepick to stab
through the skin on the undersides of her breasts, puncturing her implants.
She was sitting up in bed, and the silicone from the implants had leaked
out and run down over her stomach and her pussy and puddled on the sheet
between her legs.  Her breasts looked like deflated balloons, withered and
wrinkled and flat.  When Peter walked in, Helen smiled sweetly at him and
told him, "Now I have nice breasts again.  Aren't they pretty, Peter?" She
cupped the two ugly masses of deformed skin and lifted them, offering them
to him, and Peter felt his insides tighten up.  He leaned forward and
vomited on the carpet.

   Peter took Helen to the emergency room, where they patched up the holes
in her breasts.  But this was just a temporary fix, because the implants --
the plastic bags that had held the silicone inside her body -- had to be
removed.  And something had to be done about her tits.  Peter thought they
were the ugliest things he had ever seen, but he was still hoping to make
money from selling Helen's body.  He found a cut-rate plastic surgeon who
had lost his license, and arranged with the doctor to operate on Helen. 
His "office" was near the cheap hotel where Peter had the room where Helen
serviced her johns, but it wasn't much of an office -- two rooms in a seedy
office building.  The place was filthy, with rat droppings along the
baseboards, but Peter wanted to save money, so he helped Helen up onto the
metal table that was the only thing in the small room.  The doctor gave
Helen some anesthetic by mask, then made incisions on the undersides of her
breasts and pulled the empty implant bags out of Helen's chest.  That made
her tits look completely flat, like two fried eggs sitting on her chest,
and the next step was to insert body fat through the incisions to build up
some shape in what was left of her breasts.  The doctor scooped small
amounts of a fatty substance from a container and forced it through the
small incisions into Helen's chest.  Peter asked what it was, and the
doctor laughed and told him it was pig fat.  Peter laughed at that, too --
he hadn't thought Helen could be more of a pig than she already was, but he
was wrong.  The doctor stuffed as much fat into her breasts as he could,
but they were still misshapen and not the same size, and the nipples didn't
look the same, but there was nothing he could do about that.  At least
Helen had breasts again, small and not very pretty, but maybe they would
attract some men.

   When he was done, the doctor asked Peter if he wanted to save some
money, and Peter looked at him questioningly.  The doctor removed the sheet
covering Helen's lower half, so she was completely naked, and put his hand
between her legs.  Peter nodded, and the doctor unzipped his pants and
stood at the end of the table, then pulled Helen's unconscious body toward
him, so that her legs went on either side of him and her open pussy was
right in front of him.  She was still under anesthetic, breathing deeply
and slowly with the mask on her face.  With her bare legs dangling off the
edge of the table, the doctor penetrated her, holding her hips in place as
he forced his erection up her snatch.  He started screwing her with deep,
slow strokes that gathered speed as he approached his climax.  He groaned a
little, then ejaculated inside her, closing his eyes as he filled her
vagina with his thick creamy sperm.  He pulled his softening cock out of
her cunt and said to Peter, "Her cunt is loose -- she just had an
abortion?" Peter nodded, and the doctor grinned as he wiped the tip of his
cock down Helen's thighs, leaving strings of semen on her skin like an
animal marking his territory.

   CHAPTER 19: Helen Gets Married and Starts a Family

   Peter took Helen home after the anesthetic wore off, and she stayed in
bed for a few days.  She loved her new tits.  She was so glad to be rid of
her huge boobs, she would have been happy with anything.  She was pretty
much recovered from her abortion, and now she started talking to Peter
about having a baby -- his baby.  She had spent most of her life getting
screwed and having abortions, but after carrying her baby for so long this
time before she lost it, she really wanted to have children.  Peter didn't
like the idea much, but he could always get more girls to put to work as
prostitutes, and maybe Helen had earned a better life.  She had earned him
a shitload of money with her body, so why not let her have a baby if that's
what she wanted?  And Peter iced the cake by asking Helen to marry him. 
She was thrilled, and the small ceremony in a run-down wedding chapel was
the best day of her life.  She was already living with Peter, so the only
big change was that he stopped taking her to the hotel every day to turn
tricks.  She wanted to get pregnant as soon as she could, and Peter obliged
by screwing her as many as six times a day.  He was running three other
girls as prostitutes at the same time, one in Helen's old hotel room and
two others that worked the streets, so he could afford to let Helen live
the easy life.  Of course she had stopped taking birth control pills after
her last abortion, and it didn't take long for her to get pregnant.  Nine
months later, she gave birth to a healthy girl, and named her Dara.  Helen
had been terrified that all the abortions she had been given would cause
problems or even a miscarriage, and she was ecstatic when Dara was born. 
She was a stay-at-home mom, and she loved every minute of it.

   Two months after Dara's first birthday, Helen asked Peter if he would
let her have another baby, and he agreed.  He was still raking in money
from his stable of prostitutes, and he and Helen made love several times a
day until she got pregnant.  The morning sickness was much lighter this
time, and nine months later she gave birth to another girl, and named her
Laurel.  A little more than two years later, Helen had her third child, a
boy she named Dillon.  She and Peter had been growing apart since Laurel
was born, and Helen began to want to end their relationship.  She knew
Peter spent most of his time pimping his prostitutes, and although he gave
her all the money she needed, Helen wanted to get out of the only life she
had known since her father raped her when she was nine.  She was 23 now,
and she had been a prostitute for more than half of her life, and now she
wanted something more.  Peter agreed to a divorce, and gave Helen enough
money to make a big down payment on an old house out in the country near
Manassas, in northern Virginia.  Peter had a day job with U.  S.  Dept.  of
Energy in Germantown, Maryland, north of Washington, so there would be some
physical distance between them, which is one thing Helen wanted.  But she
told him he could see the kids whenever he wanted, and the divorce was very
smooth and not contentious.

   Peter agreed to support Helen and the kids until she was able to get
herself together, and this was a real boost for Helen because it enabled
her to go to college, something she had always dreamed about, but when her
father turned her into a whore, she thought her dream was dead.  Now she
dug into college catalogs, and finally decided to work toward a degree in
chemistry.  She had always been fascinated by science in school, and she
decided to major in Chemistry.  But she waited to start college until all
her kids were in school, because she didn't like the idea of putting them
in day care.

   CHAPTER 20: Back to School -- and Back to Prostitution

   Helen was 30 when started classes at James Madison University in
Harrisonburg, Virginia, about 60 miles southwest of Manassas.  She was able
to arrange a Monday - Wednesday - Friday schedule for all her classes, so
she could commute from Manassas and avoid having to stay on campus
overnight or arrange for child care.  She was home in time to greet her
kids every day when they came home from school, and she did excellent work
in her classes.  But when she started her junior year, Peter told her he
wasn't going to keep supporting her and their kids.  This was a devastating
blow for Helen, now that she was in college and loving every minute of it.
She thought about dropping out, but she decided for once in her life SHE
was going to determine what she did next, and she decided to stay in
school. The problem was, how was she going to pay for it, not to mention
her house payments, food, clothing, and everything else?  Oddly enough, it
didn't take long for her to arrive at the only workable solution: go back
to prostitution.  She had hated all the years she spent with men's cocks
inside her -- but back then, she was getting little or none of the money
that the men paid.  If she kept it all, maybe that would be enough to make
her expenses.  She didn't really know how to do anything else anyway, so
the decision was pretty obvious.

   Helen knew she couldn't set herself up as a call girl going on dates
with wealthy men because she didn't have the connections, so she had to
make up in quantity what she lost in quality.  She started right away, on
her knees in a doorway behind the Student Union building at James Madison
University, giving blowjobs to as many men as she could between her
classes. She had set up her schedule so she would have an hour between all
her classes, which she intended to use to study at the campus library, but
now she spent the time kneeling on the dirty concrete behind the building,
sucking off as many men as she could.  She had learned a lot about how to
give blowjobs, and she was a great little cocksucker.  The first day, she
sucked 14 cocks during her first break between classes, 22 during her
second break, and 18 during her third break.  She was charging each man
only $10 because she didn't want to argue about the price, and by the end
of that first day her jaws were sore and she felt bloated from all the cum
she had swallowed.  But she made $540 tax free in just one day, and she
felt good about future prospects.

   The second day, word had spread about a girl giving blowjobs out behind
the Student Union, and men were lining up to use Helen's mouth.  She knew
how to massage their balls to make them ejaculate fast, and she swallowed
their cum so she didn't have to worry about it getting on her clothes. 
During her second break a man wanted to fuck her, so she asked him for $25,
then stood up and bent over a metal handrail and spread her legs, and he
fucked her standing up.  He took a long time to cum, but then another man
wanted to screw her, too, and she spent the rest of the hour bending over
with cocks up her snatch.  Her third break had a few men that wanted
blowjobs, but most of them wanted to fuck her, and Helen went home with
$850 that night.  It wasn't until she got home and undressed that she saw
the sperm stains on the back of her jeans -- she had pulled them down
around her ankles while the men were screwing her, and it looked like some
of them had dribbled some warm semen as they pulled their cocks out of her
pussy.  She had checked her clothes each time she went back to class, but
she had missed some very noticeable stains.  She died a little inside,
wondering if any of the other students had noticed her clothes and maybe
figured out that she was turning tricks between classes...?  Well, she had
to keep doing it for the money, so she would just have to be more careful.

   The next day, Helen wore nothing but a little black dress with thin
straps over her shoulders, and no bra or panties.  The dress barely covered
her ass, so it was perfect: she could slip out of the straps and let the
dress fall down around her waist when she was giving blowjobs, or she could
raise the bottom hem up around her waist when she bent over to let a man
fuck her.  She was kept busy at each of her breaks, and was almost late to
one class when a guy took forever to finish screwing her.  She was wearing
high heels because they made her look sexy, but it was hard to walk fast in
five-inch heels.  After doing this for a few more days, Helen decided to
just take off the dress when she started each break, and stay naked the
whole time, except for her fuck-me shoes.  It was sort of an open secret
that there was a prostitute working behind the building, and most of the
men -- and some women students, too -- used Helen's services.  The women
liked to lick her pussy, especially just after a man dumped his load there,
so the jism was still warm and creamy.  Other women brought dildos and used
them to fuck Helen, enjoying her body much like a man would.  They didn't
use strap-on dildos -- they just held the base of the dildos in their hands
and used them to fuck Helen, sometimes a lot harder than the men did.  The
women seemed to enjoy the power that comes from having a cock, even
temporarily, and used the dildos savagely as they reamed out Helen's
vagina. Helen pretended to like it -- she had a lot of practice doing that
-- and that made the women stab the dildos into her cunt even more
viciously.  Several times each day she had to wipe blood off her legs where
it ran down out of her pussy, and on some days when she got home, she found
her vagina was bleeding from the fierce assaults she was receiving.  But
the money made it all worth it -- she was taking home more than $1,000
every day she worked.  But the sex was taking a toll on her, and she was
having some trouble keeping up with her classwork.

   Helen's solution was to double up.  She started letting one man screw
her while she sucked off another man.  Bending over the metal handrail
behind the building while one man fucked her, her mouth was in a perfect
position to suck the cock of another man standing in front of her.  This
way she could collect two fees for the same period of time, and the cash
started rolling in.  The first day she serviced her johns this way, between
her first two classes of the day, she sucked off 14 men and serviced 8 men
with her pussy.  She had raised her fees to $20 for a blowjob and $40 for a
fuck, so she made $600 in just one hour.  Her other two sessions that day
went even better, and her total cash for the day came to $2,240.  She did
even better the second day, and by the second week she was making $3,000
just about every day.  She was late for class several times when her
fuckers took a long time to finish, but she didn't get into trouble.

   Helen's vagina was very sore and raw when she got home one night about a
month later, and her jaws ached from sucking so many cocks.  She noticed a
greenish-yellow discharge oozing out of her pussy when she changed clothes,
and she got some of it on her finger and brought it close to her face.  It
was heavy and creamy and it had a strong, sharp odor like rotten fish.  Her
vagina and her inner thighs felt itchy, and her pussy lips were swollen and
felt itchy, too.  She went to a doctor as soon as she could, and he told
her she had trichomoniasis, a sexually transmitted disease caused by a
parasite.  He said the parasite cannot survive in the mouth or rectum, and
is transmitted through penis-to-vagina intercourse with an infected man. 
The doctor put her on an antibiotic called metronidazole and told her not
to have intercourse for a week while she was taking the medicine.  Helen
didn't want to spend any of her own money on the doctor, so she offered to
let him screw her, but since she had trichomoniasis, he insisted on fucking
her in the ass.  He humiliated her by making her stand up and bend over and
put her hands on her ankles while he stood behind her and forced his cock
into her ass with no lubrication so it would hurt more.  He reached down
and played with her hanging tits while he screwed her, and took as long as
he could before he finally dumped his load in her rectum.  After he pulled
his cock out of her, he slapped her on the ass and told her to take her
filthy little cunt and get out of his office.  He told her that her tits
looked awful, like two deflated balloons, and Helen was crying when she
left.  She knew the implants had stretched the skin over her breasts badly,
but now that they were out, she had hoped she would have beautiful breasts,
but she knew she didn't.  They were different sizes and they had wrinkles
and they were small, and she hated herself for letting her father disfigure
her this way.

   Helen didn't have intercourse for a week while she took her medicine,
but she did make some money -- she gave handjobs and blowjobs to as many
men as she could, but her income still was much less than what she had been
making.  As soon as her disease was cured, she went back to non-stop
fucking and sucking between classes.

   CHAPTER 21: Helen Graduates From College

   Helen completed four years of classwork in only three years, and made
enough money as a prostitute to take care of all her expenses and build up
a nice nest egg.  She kept working behind the Student Union building for
the first year, giving blowjobs in a doorway and letting men fuck her while
she bent over a metal railing, naked except for her high heels.  She took
classes in the summer in order to speed up her progress toward a degree,
and during her first summer she found a door in the back of the building
that was open, and inside she found a janitor's closet that wasn't being
used.  It was barely big enough for a thin single mattress to fit on the
floor, and Helen bought one at a surplus store and started turning tricks
on her back.  Her johns liked the privacy, and they kept her busy every
minute during her breaks between classes.  She got two more infections from
trichomoniasis during her second year, and each time she had to stop
letting the men screw her for a week.  Finally she completed her final
classes, and her graduation was on a Friday night.  She brought her three
kids to the ceremony -- Dara was 14 now, Laurel was 12, and Dillon was 10,
and they were all proud of their mom.

   What they didn't know was that when Helen walked across the stage to
receive her diploma, she was naked under her dark blue robe.  One of her
regular johns was a full professor who taught a class she took during her
senior year, and he had paid her a lot of money to show up for her
graduation with no clothes or underwear under her robe.  He also made her
wear a dildo in her pussy during the ceremony -- and a butt plug in her
asshole.  He had inserted these himself, after he screwed her one last time
an hour before the graduation program began.  Helen had been embarrassed
when she went to class the first time and discovered that the professor was
one of her johns, but he had been good about it -- until graduation time
rolled around.  Then he realized she would be leaving, and he wanted to
degrade her in a way she would remember for a long time.  He fucked her in
her little room in the Student Union building, then made her bend over
while he forced a 10-inch dildo up her snatch.  It was held in place by
thin leather straps that ran up around her waist, so it wouldn't fall out
when she walked.  The butt plug didn't need straps -- it had a wide base,
then narrowed before it expanded to a 3-inch width in her rectum.  It was
held in place by the tightening of her anal sphincter after the plug had
been forced into her anus, making Helen yelp in pain.  It filled her bowel
and made her feel bloated, like she needed to take a shit.  The wide base
held the butt plug in place so it wouldn't disappear inside her ass, and
every little movement made it shift inside her uncomfortably.  The dildo
shifted around even more in her vagina, and her cunt was soaking wet, so
walking across the stage was quite an experience, and it was hard for her
to keep her face expressionless.  She kept having orgasms from the big
dildo, and the butt plug made her asshole all itchy and hot.  The professor
had arranged to be the one to hand her the diploma, and as he shook hands
with her, he turned her a little so his left hand was hidden from the
audience, and he quickly put his hand between her legs and fingered her
clit through her robe, giving her a huge orgasm that made her knees shaky.
He held onto her right hand as she closed her eyes for a moment, holding
her steady until she could walk back to her seat.  He could see that she
was walking with her legs apart, the "just-fucked" walk that a lot of girls
do after a hard fucking, and he smiled a little.

   As soon as the ceremony was over, the professor excused himself and
headed for Helen's little room in the Student Union Building, where he had
arranged one more session with her.  He had insisted she bring her kids
this time, and Helen didn't like the idea, but she knew this man could
wreck her academically, even arrange for her degree to be delayed or
voided, and she had worked too hard to let that happen.  She had explained
to the children that he was a powerful man and it was important to make him
happy, and she tried to explain a little about sex to them because she was
afraid he would want to molest them, and she wanted to soften the
experience as much as she could.  She well knew what it was like to have
sex forced on her at an early age, and she had hoped to protect her
children from it.  She cried most of the night before the graduation
ceremony, after the professor called her and told her what he wanted, but
she knew she simply had no choice, like so many other times in her life.

   CHAPTER 22: Celebrating Helen's Graduation

   Helen and her kids were waiting in the room when the professor arrived,
and he greeted each one with a little kiss on the cheek as Helen introduced
them.  He told them how proud they should be of their mom, that she had
achieved a very high level of learning and she was to be commended.  Then
he took her in his arms and kissed her sloppily, with lots of tongue,
rubbing both hands up and down her body, caressing her round little ass,
running his hands over her breasts.  Helen tried to pretend she enjoyed
this degradation, for her kids' sake, but she felt her face redden with
embarrassment while the professor was feeling her up.  He broke the kiss
and turned her around so she was facing her kids, with the professor
standing behind her.  He put his arms around her, one on her breasts and
the other snaking down between her legs.  She was still wearing her gown
from the graduation ceremony, but the kids could tell what was going on,
and Dara and Laurel looked down at the floor, embarrassed for their mom. 
Dillon was too young, and too fascinated with this weird happening, to stop
watching.  The professor spoke to the girls, telling them to look at him.
They raised their eyes in time to see their mom grimace as the professor
pinched her breast hard, and at the same moment drove his fingers deep
between her legs, putting pressure on her clitoris so it hurt.  The
professor said, "You see, girls, this is what happens to whores.  Your
mother is a whore, and so are you.  All girls are whores, and this is what
whores deserve." He grinned as he brought both hands to Helen's breasts and
started squeezing them as hard as he could, making her shift her legs as
she tried to avoid the pain.  The kids were too intimidated by the
professor to do anything, but they knew something bad was happening.

   The professor moved Helen two steps to the side -- and motioned to Dara
to come to him.  Helen glared at him, but she bit her lip and motioned to
Dara to do what he told her, smiling at her daughter to let her know it was
OK.  Dara came over to the man, and he took her face in his hands and
turned it upward so he could kiss her.  Helen could see his mouth open and
his tongue all over Dara's lips, and she could hear the little noises of
discomfort Dara made, and Helen felt herself die a little inside.  The
professor ran his hands down Dara's back and cupped her small round
buttocks and lifted her, and she instinctively spread her legs and wrapped
them around him, as she had done when she was younger and her daddy had
played with her.  But this man wasn't playing, and Helen knew it.  Dara's
eyes opened wide as she stared at her mom in a near panic over the man's
shoulders as he thrust his hips against her, dry-humping her body as he
held her tight against him.  He set her down again, so she was standing in
front of him, and told her to take off her shirt.  Dara was wearing a nice
shirt and jeans and sneakers, and she looked at her mom in confusion --
nothing like this had ever happened to her before.  Helen smiled tightly
and nodded to her, and Dara slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slipped out of
it.  Her bra was white and looked very small -- she wore size 30A, but her
breasts were almost flat, not filling the cups at all -- and she stood
there looking down at the floor where she had dropped her shirt.  The
professor told her to take off her bra, and Dara didn't even look at her
mom -- she just reached behind her and unhooked her bra and let it slide
down her arms until it dropped to the floor.

   Dara couldn't help but notice how her nipples were sticking out -- they
looked so gross, she thought.  She had tiny areolas, barely bigger than the
base of her nipples, and she hated them.  Her breasts had budded two years
before, when she was 12, but they were still so tiny and flat, she wished
they would start to grow like some of the other girls in her class.  But
the man standing in front of her seemed fascinated.  She felt him move
toward her, and she raised her eyes to his face, and he was staring at her
breasts like he had never seen anything like it -- but in a good way.  It
was like he was looking at an ice cream cone or something, and Dara felt a
little tingle run up her spine.  She felt her nipples stiffen even more --
they were so hard, they hurt -- and the man slowly lifted his hands, but
stopped a few inches away.  "Can I please touch your beautiful breasts,
Dara?" The girl felt her face flush as she quickly nodded without saying
anything.  She had never felt this way before.  She actually WANTED him to
touch her, and when his fingers grazed the tips of her nipples, her whole
body jerked like a puppet on a string.  He caressed her gently, running his
palms over her chest, lingering on her nipples and making them stick out
like little pencil erasers.  He put his arms around her again and kissed
her, then moved one had around so he could fondle her tiny tits, and Dara
felt herself getting wet between her legs.  She knew that her pussy got all
wet sometimes when she looked at boys at school, but she had never been
touched or kissed before, and it felt like her pussy was soaking wet.

   The professor seemed to know what Dara was thinking.  He stood back and
told her to take off her jeans and shoes.  The girl obeyed quickly, wanting
him to touch her again.  She slipped out of her sneakers and socks, then
took off her jeans and light blue panties, and she was standing naked in
front on the man.  She didn't know what to do with her arms, so she just
let them hang at her sides, even though she had a small urge to cover her
private parts.  But she didn't want to hide anything from this man, and she
looked him in the eye and smiled slightly.  Helen saw the look on her
daughter's face, and she died a little inside, because she knew Dara was
taking the bait offered so convincingly by this child molester, and she
knew the problems Dara was going to have in her life because of what this
man was doing to her.  Helen had lived through the same problems, starting
even younger than Dara was now, but what could she do to protect her
daughter?  This filthy man had the power to destroy all the hard work Helen
had put for the past three years, and Helen had spent too many nights
studying and too many days bending over so men could screw her, to lose all
this now.  Helen felt like somebody was pouring acid down her throat as she
watched Dara welcoming the caresses of a pedophile, but she was trapped --
they both were.

   The professor took Dara in his arms and kissed her deeply while he ran
his hands over her bare body.  Then he stepped back and told the girl to
lay down on the little mattress on the floor.  As Dara obeyed, the
professor dropped his pants down around his knees, then stepped to the bed
and told Dara to spread her legs.  He got on top of the girl, his penis
already hard, and it only took a moment for him to destroy her virginity.
He worked his erection into her tight little slit, and Dara frowned in
pain, then started to cry as the man's little thrusts broke her hymen. 
Helen took a step toward the bed, but then she stopped, knowing she
couldn't do one thing to protect Dara now.  The girl had her legs wrapped
around the man, trying to ease the pain between her legs as he started to
screw her.  He was pinching her nipples while he drove into her, and she
never stopped crying.  But after a few minutes of hard fucking, the man
suddenly stopped, and slowly pulled his cock out of Dara's gaping pussy. 
He got off her and stood up, his pants dropping down around his ankles --
and he motioned to Laurel to come closer.  He pulled Dara up by one arm and
dragged her off the bed, and she landed on the filthy concrete floor.  She
tried to stand up, but too much had happened to her in too short a time,
and Helen quickly took her arm and helped her stand up.  She took Dara a
few steps away from the mattress and started to get her dressed, but the
professor told Helen to leave the girl naked -- he wasn't through molesting
her family yet.

   CHAPTER 23: Laurel's Turn

   The professor was standing in front of Laurel, telling her to strip. 
She looked at her mom with fear in her eyes, but all Helen could do was
give her a little smile and a nod of her head.  Laurel was wearing a skirt
and blouse, and she took off her blouse over her head.  She was wearing a
training bra -- her breasts had just started to bud, but her chest was
still mostly flat -- and she unhooked it and dropped it, then slipped out
of her skirt.  She kicked off her flat-heeled shoes, then pulled down her
panties and stepped out of them.  She looked at the professor timidly, like
she was searching for praise, and he smiled and told her she was a good
girl.  "Did you like watching me with your sister, angel?" Laurel nodded
slightly, and the man leaned down and kissed her.  He gently pushed her
down on the mattress and told her to spread her legs, then he got on top of
her.  Helen's heart sank as she realized both of her daughters were going
to lose their virginity on the same day, and both by getting raped by a
child molester.  Tears were running down her cheeks as she held Dara in her
arms, both of them watching silently as the professor rubbed his penis
briefly to get it fully erect, then put the head of it against Laurel's
tiny smooth slit.  Laurel gasped as the hard cock touched her, and she
squirmed a little as the man started to force his erection inside her.  He
grunted, pushing harder, and suddenly Laurel yelped as the cock broke
through her hymen.  She tried to push the man away, shoving at his
shoulders, but he was far too big for her to move, and he just grinned and
thrust his hips against her.  She mewled in her throat, grimacing as the
big cock filled her vagina and started to hurt her.  The man was trying to
force his whole cock inside her, but her twat was just too small for his
big cock.  Laurel grunted in pain with each thrust, closing her eyes and
gritting her teeth.

   Laurel got fucked for about ten minutes before Helen started to wonder
when the professor would be ready to cum.  He had reamed out Laurel's
vagina, and Helen could see blood running down between her legs.  How could
he screw her this long without having a climax?  Just as the question
formed in Helen's mind, the man stopped fucking Laurel and pulled out of
her twat.  His cock glistened with her pussy slime and some of her blood as
he stood up and pulled her up off the mattress and told her to go sit on
the floor with her sister.  Laurel skittered across the floor and sat down
beside Dara and the two girls hugged each other.  Helen thought she knew
what was next, and she was right -- the professor told her to take off her
clothes.  He wanted to screw her while her kids watched, to degrade her and
humiliate her in front of them, and it made Helen sick.  Her stomach
lurched a little as she took off her graduation gown -- she was naked
underneath -- and the professor told her to take the dildo and butt plug
out of her pussy and her ass.  The kids hadn't known about those things,
and Helen was mortified to have to remove them in full view of her
children, The professor told her to lick the dildo after she took it out of
her cunt, and she glared at him, but she did as she was told.  She was
afraid he would make her lick the butt plug, but he didn't.  He told her to
lay down, and he repeated the action he had already done twice with her
daughters -- he got on top of her and plunged his erection into her pussy.
Helen was very wet and the cock slid inside her easily.  He gave her a good
hard screwing, turning his head so he could look at her children watching
from a few feet away.  Dara and Laurel were holding hands and crying, and
Dillon was cuddled up close to his sisters.  The professor thrust in Helen
with the full length of his cock, making her grunt in pain each time his
groin pounded into hers, pulling almost all the way out of her twat, then
shoving his erection deep into her wet cunt.  Helen was sure he would cum
quickly, after fucking both of her daughters, but somehow he held back. 
She figured he wanted to make her humiliation last as long as he could,
enjoying the looks on her daughters' faces as they watched their mom
submitting to him willingly.  Helen wanted to scream, but instead she
grunted in pain, again and again, until her midsection was aching from the
hard thrusting of the cock into her cunt.

   CHAPTER 24: Dillon Gets Screwed

   Amazingly, the professor suddenly stopped screwing Helen and pulled his
cock out of her.  He stood up and pulled Helen up by her arm, and told her
to go sit with her daughters.  She was mystified, wondering if he was going
to fuck one of the girls again -- but then she saw he was looking at
Dillon. Oh, dear God, not Dillon!  Helen's mind buzzed with the realization
that this monster wanted to take the virginity of ALL her children, and she
felt like she was going to vomit.  A wave of nausea swept through her as
she watched the professor motion Dillon to come over to him.  Dillon was
only ten years old, for God's sake!!  He clung to his sisters and they held
onto him, but Helen knew there was no escape -- not for any of them.  She
stood there naked in front of her kids, feeling warm pussy juices oozing
down her thighs and knowing the kids could see it, and she wondered if
there was anything -- anything -- she could do to stop this.  But her mind
seemed frozen, paralyzed, and she watched in horror as the professor
stepped over to her kids and took Dillon's hand and led him over to the
mattress.  Helen had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.  The professor
told Dillon he was a good-looking boy, and Helen felt her stomach heave
again.  The professor was unbuttoning Dillon's shirt, and took it off of
him and dropped it on the floor.  He squatted and unfastened Dillon's jeans
and pulled them down around his ankles, leaving his shoes on, and then he
jerked Dillon's briefs down to his knees, exposing his penis.  Helen felt
hot tears of shame running down her cheeks as her son looked at her, his
eyes wide with fear and confusion, waiting for her to tell him what was
going on.  But Helen could do nothing except smile a little through her
tears, trying to will her little boy to be strong and not let this foul man
destroy him.

   The professor dropped to his knees in front of Dillon and leaned in and
kissed his soft penis.  Helen heard a noise come out of her own throat, a
sort of wailing gasp that startled her, and her daughters jerked their
heads around and stared at her.  The girls knew something was going on, but
they had no idea what it was.  They knew this man couldn't hurt Dillon the
way he had hurt them -- he was a boy, after all!  But then Helen made
another noise, and the girls looked at their brother and saw that his penis
was getting stiff.  It was still very small, but it was getting longer and
harder as the professor kissed it and nuzzled it with his face.  He put his
lips around the little shaft and started to suck it, and Dillon smiled a
little -- this felt good.  Helen closed her eyes for a moment, wishing the
professor in Hell, but knowing nothing was going to stop him from defiling
her son.  She opened her eyes and watched with a huge sadness as the man
sucked her son's cock, moving his head back and forth, his hands on
Dillon's hips, holding the boy in place while he enjoyed the heavenly sweet
taste of a young, fresh, virgin penis.  Dillon had his eyes closed now,
enjoying the feeling of the man's lips on his cock.  The professor sucked
for several minutes, and then Dillon suddenly opened his eyes wide.  Helen
knew he was about to have the first orgasm of his life, and her soul died a
little.  She felt corroded inside, like acid was eating away all that was
good and wholesome in her, and leaving just a scarred and barren wasteland.
She knew she would never be able to make this right for Dillon, and she
felt like her mind was going to explode.  But she kept her eyes on her son,
and saw him gasp a little as the professor sucked faster, moving his lips
over Dillon's erect penis as the boy approached a climax.  Then Dillon made
a little noise in his throat and put his hands on the professor's head,
holding onto him as the professor sucked hard, and Dillon moaned a little
as he ejaculated in the man's mouth.  The professor groaned with pleasure,
swallowing Dillon's load greedily, like a pig feeding at the trough,
working his lips around the cock to milk every drop of sperm into his
mouth, making ugly slurping noises as some of Dillon's jism ran down his
chin.  The professor caught the semen with his fingers and scooped it back
into his mouth, then sucked Dillon's cock a little more as it began to
soften.

   Helen watched the whole sick spectacle with tears in her eyes, but at
least now it was over.  She waited for the man to stand away from her son
-- but the professor stood up slowly, then pushed Dillon down onto the
mattress.  When the professor took Dillon's shoulders and turned him over
so he was laying on his stomach, Helen realized that he wasn't through with
Dillon yet.  It wasn't enough to ruin Dillon's first time having an orgasm
-- this vile man wanted to rape Dillon the way he had raped the two girls,
and he was going to use the only hole Dillon had between his legs.  Helen
groaned, begging the professor to leave the boy alone.  She offered to do
any thing he wanted -- ANYTHING -- if he would just leave her son alone. 
She leaned forward so her tits hung out, and she cupped them and lifted
them, offering them to him, anything to distract him from his horrible
plan, but the professor just grinned at her.  Helen desperately stood up
and pulled her daughters to their feet, pushing them forward, begging the
man to fuck them again.  Dara and Laurel stared at their mom with surprise
and sadness, but Helen was desperate to do something to save Dillon from
this child molester.  The professor told her to sit down and shut up, and
he got on top of Dillon, forcing the boy's legs apart so his round little
ass was completely exposed.  The professor used both hands to spread
Dillon's buttocks, holding them apart while he positioned his cock in
Dillon's ass crack.  Dara and Laurel gasped at the same time, realizing
what the man was going to do to their brother, but not completely
understanding what was happening.  The man worked the head of his cock
between Dillon's buttocks, then started to push.  Dillon started to make
some noises, and the professor used one hand to shove the boy's face down
into the mattress while he worked his cock into Dillon's ass with his other
hand.  Dillon felt the mass of the cock head against his anus, and screamed
as the pressure started, but his face was buried in the mattress and very
little sound came out.  The man thrust his hips a little, trying to force
the head of his cock past Dillon's tight anal sphincter, but Dillon was
clenching his ass and the cock wouldn't go in.  The professor told him to
relax, just calm down, and he tried again, and this time the head of his
cock penetrated Dillon's anus and entered his rectum.  The boy was
screaming again, writhing around on the mattress, but the professor kept
pushing.  The head of his cock got past Dillon's anal ring and the pain
eased off a little, but it still felt like a hot iron had been shoved up
his ass.  The man forced more of his erection into the boy's asshole, and
kept pushing until his pubic hair was touching Dillon's buttocks.  Dillon's
screams were continuous now, but the man ignored them and started to
thrust, raping Dillon in the ass slowly, but increasing the speed of his
thrusts as the boy cried and screamed.

   Helen felt dead inside, and she was afraid Dillon would feel the same
way after the professor finished with him.  Helen know she had failed to
protect her son, and her daughters too, and nausea swept over her again. 
The professor was driving into Dillon's rectum, screwing the boy and loving
the hot tightness of his tiny asshole.  He felt his cock twitch, and he
knew he would soon be ready to cum.  He looked over at Helen and her two
daughters, three little whores all together, and thought again about how
good it felt to stick his cock into all three of their cunts.  Then he
looked down at Dillon's beautiful ass, and suddenly it was over.  The
professor groaned loudly as he felt his orgasm starting, and he trust
deeply into Dillon's ass and held his cock there as it exploded.  A huge
load of sperm spewed into Dillon's bowels, making the boy cringe with pain
and humiliation as he felt the wetness inside him.  The cum was thick and
ropey and it filled Dillon's intestines until he felt bloated.  The cock
kept spurting as the man gave Dillon little thrusts, emptying his cock into
Dillon's warm little asshole.  Finally he was done, and he pulled his cock
out of Dillon's sore asshole, making the boy yelp as the head of the cock
made his sphincter expand painfully before it tightened again as the cock
was expelled.  The professor wiped his cock on Dillon's buttocks, leaving a
trail of sperm across the boy's ass like he was marking his territory.

   CHAPTER 25: After the Rapes

   The professor stepped over in front of Helen and told her to clean his
cock -- with her mouth.  Helen felt her face flush with embarrassment and
humiliation as she sank to her knees and obediently took the softening cock
in her mouth and licked off the sperm and swallowed it.  She could feel her
daughters' eyes on her while she was licking and swallowing, and it killed
her a little.  The professor pulled up his pants and fastened them, looking
down at Helen as she remained on her knees in front of him.  He brought one
hand up to his face and picked his nose, taking a long time to do it, and
withdrew his finger with a large yellowish-green wad of snot clinging to
the end.  He slowly wiped his finger down Helen's left cheek, smearing his
snot from her eye to her chin.  Then he used his other hand to pick his
other nostril, stretching it out for a minute or two before he pulled out
another huge booger.  He wiped this one down Helen's right cheek, then
wiped both fingers in her hair to get the last of the snot off of them.  He
put one hand under Helen's chin and lifted her head so he could look down
into her eyes.  He grinned cruelly.  "You and your cunty daughters are
great little whores, but that boy of yours is the best fuck I've ever had.
His ass is so warm and tight, it was like he was gripping my big dick and
begging for more.  Between your ugly loose twat and his tight little
asshole, I'd pick his ass every time.  If you really want to make money
from prostitution, put these little girls out on the street -- but don't
wait too long, they're the perfect age right now to have lots of paying
boyfriends." Helen felt the tears streaming down her cheeks as her whole
body sagged under the weight of all that had happened to her and her kids
this day.

   The professor went out the door whistling, but it took Helen a while to
pull herself together enough to clean the snot off her face and wipe the
sperm off Dillon's body and get her kids dressed.  She kept saying
everything would be all right, and telling the kids they didn't do anything
wrong, but she and all three kids were crying and couldn't seem to stop. 
Finally Helen took them out of the little room and trudged back to the car
for the trip home.

   CHAPTER 26: Helen Gets a Legitimate Job -- For a While

   Armed with her B.  S.  Degree in Chemistry, Helen got a good job with a
scientific company in Virginia.  This was the first legitimate job she had
ever had -- all her previous earnings had been from prostitution, and most
of that money went to her father or her husband.  Now she was earning money
just like normal people, bringing home a paycheck that didn't make her feel
dirty about how the money was earned, and she felt great.  Her children
amazed her by recovering from their rapes with no apparent lasting effects.
Helen knew the sort of things that could happen to their bodies and their
minds after forced sex, since she had gone through the same and worse for
most of her life, but her kids really seemed to pull through and get on
with their normal lives.  It was early June when Helen graduated, and she
started work two weeks after the ceremony, so she arranged with a
19-year-old girl from the neighborhood to stay with her kids after school,
until she got home in the early evening.  Things went along well for a few
months, but then the payments on Helen's house were increased because she
had an adjustable rate mortgage.  She wasn't making enough money to cover
all her expenses, with three kids in school and the babysitting fees and
everything else.  She didn't want to get another job because she wanted to
spend all the time she could with her kids, and there was only one way she
could think of to get some extra cash fast -- prostitution.  She certainly
knew how to do it, and it wasn't long before she was turning tricks in the
restrooms at work.  Almost every man at the company responded to her
careful invitations.  She didn't want to lose her job, so she approached
each man cautiously, but as it turned out, even the men married men --
especially the married men!  -- wanted a piece of her.  There were some
very religious men at the company, those ones who displayed pictures of
Jesus on their desks, but it turned out they could be persuaded to stray
from the path of righteousness by the offer of a wet pussy and no questions
asked.

   There were about 500 people working at the company, and about 350 of
them were men -- and about 330 of those men either screwed Helen or let her
give them blowjobs within the first month that she started turning tricks.
Sometimes she spent her whole lunch hour in the men's room, bending over a
toilet in one of the stalls while a steady stream of men took turns with
her.  She could satisfy as many as 15 men in one hour sometimes, if they
were all horny and didn't take very long to cum.  She helped them all she
could, so she could earn the most money in the least time.  She was always
totally naked in the stall, except for her black five-inch high heels, and
she knew how to use the muscles in her vagina to urge them along as they
fucked her.  She let them screw her without a condom because that made them
cum faster, and a lot of them liked the slippery feeling of her cunt when
it already had semen in it from the last guy or guys.  Standing with her
legs on either side of the toilet, she didn't have to worry about sperm
getting on her body -- if any jism leaked out of her pussy, it just went
into the toilet bowl.  And it was easy to clean out her twat every so often
between tricks -- she just strained like she was taking a piss, working the
muscles in her vagina to make the semen flow out of her body and drip down
into the bowl.  After each fuck session, she took a quick piss, then used
several wads of toilet paper to clean out her pussy and wipe it before she
retrieved the little bag with her clothes from the floor behind the toilet.
She wore very skimpy lace bras and thongs under her dresses, so it was
quick and easy to get dressed and be back at her work station on time.  She
ate her lunch while she worked.  At first she turned tricks only during the
lunch hour, but after a month or so she realized she could make more money
by letting the men screw her during coffee breaks, so she started doing
three fuck sessions each day -- morning coffee break, lunch, and afternoon
coffee break.  She gave her supervisor a free blowjob every day so he would
let her take long coffee breaks, 30 minutes instead of 15, and she was soon
making more than twice what she had made with lunch sessions alone.

   Helen felt greedy for more money now.  This is a common feeling among
prostitutes because they have a low self-image.  They feel like they are
worthless because they have nothing anyone else wants -- nothing to sell --
except their bodies, and when they have pimps -- like Helen's father and
later Peter -- almost all the money goes to the pimp.  So the prostitute
spends hours on her back with her legs spread, letting any man that has the
money stick his cock up her snatch, and when they are finished with her --
when her vagina is full of sperm from as many as 35 men, when her jaws are
sore from sucking one cock after another for hours without a break, when
her back aches from having men laying on top of her for hours at a time --
she goes home with almost nothing to show for it.  Her body is pretty
enough for men to pay for a chance to fuck her or stick their cocks in her
mouth, and her breasts are pretty enough to give men erections, and her
naked body is pretty enough for men to pay a lot of money for a piece of
her -- but she gets almost nothing as a reward after she offers everything
she has to any man with some money, and the inevitable result is a feeling
of being worthless.  Helen felt worthless, and the only way she could think
of to make herself feel better was to make more money.  Money is how the
world rates a person's success, so she had to make a lot of money to be
successful, to be worth something in her own eyes.  Her job at the company
paid a good salary, but the prospect of raises wasn't very good with the
economy in the condition it was in, and anyway a regular job almost never
has huge raises that go along with it.  The only way she could see to get
more money for herself and her kids was to get more money for her body when
she sold it to men.  The men -- her tricks -- wouldn't pay more than a
certain amount to screw her or let her give them a blowjob, so the solution
was to screw or suck more men.

   So Helen started coming in to work earlier and staying later.  She would
arrive around 6:30 AM and go straight to the third floor, where her work
station was located, and drop off her purse at her desk before she went
down the hall to the men's room, carrying a small collapsible bag.  There
were usually several men waiting for her, and she would do a little
striptease for them, taking off her dress and bra and thong, and then she
would dance naked for them a little, her high heels clicking on the tile
floor, before she went into a stall with whoever was first.  She would turn
tricks until 8:00 AM, then clean herself up and get dressed and go to her
work station and do her regular work until it was time for the morning
coffee break, which she spent in the men's room straddling a toilet while
the men screwed her.  More fuck sessions followed during the lunch hour and
the afternoon coffee break, and then at 5:00 PM Helen would clean up her
desk and go back to the men's room for two or three more hours of turning
tricks.  She usually got home around 8:30 or 9:00 PM and paid the
babysitter and sent her home, then spent some time with the kids until
bedtime.

   CHAPTER 27: A New Job for Helen

   Helen stayed with the company for two years, but by then she was wearing
out her welcome.  Most of the wives of the men that were screwing her knew
all about her, and they started to make things difficult for her, wanting
their husbands back.  One day she went to her car in the company parking
lot and found "WHORE" written on the side in red paint.  A large dildo had
been forced into the tailpipe of her car, symbolically fucking her in the
ass, and used condoms were piled on top of the car.  Helen couldn't help
crying when she saw the mess they had made of her car.  She was alone in
the parking lot, thank goodness, and she just sank to the ground and sat
there crying for quite a while.  She never intended to hurt these women --
she just needed money and the men were willing to pay.  She cleaned off the
paint as well as she could, and threw the condoms off the top of the car
and took the dildo out of the tailpipe.  Early the next morning she took
the car to be repainted, and she called the company to give her two weeks'
notice.  Her supervisor told her he was sorry to lose her because she did
good work in the lab, and that made Helen cry, too.

   Helen was 35 now, and she decided she wanted a change of pace.  She
signed up for a six-month course in computer programming, to learn COBOL
and some general information about mainframe computers.  She had plenty of
savings to tide her over while she was between jobs, and she found she
really enjoyed programming.  Two days after she finished her training, she
found an ad in the Washington Post for computer programmers.  Helen had
already updated her resume to show her computer training, and she sent it
to the newspaper, and a few days later she received a phone call from an
interviewer.  After talking about the openings available, the interviewer
told her the Post had nothing available for her at the moment, because they
were in the process of switching from mainframe processing to
microcomputers.  However, the interviewer told her the Post was outsourcing
its mainframe computer programming maintenance, and offered to forward
Helen's resume to the consulting company.  Helen thanked her and said to
please do that, but when she hung up, she figured nothing would come of it
-- so she was surprised to receive another phone call four days later, from
a young woman named Wendy, who said she was the branch manager for the
consulting company, Computing Assist, Inc.  (CAI), that had been contracted
by the Post.  Wendy said she had gone over Helen's resume, and told her
they were hiring three-person teams of programmers, with one person on each
team being an entry-level programmer -- and then she offered Helen a
position!  Helen couldn't believe how fast things were going, but it took
her only a moment to accept the offer.  She went to the CAI offices at 7406
Alban Station Court in Springfield, which was less than 20 miles from her
house in Manassas, and took a written test that CAI gives to all potential
employees.  Wendy administered the test, and afterward told Helen she did
just fine on it.  The test was odd because it did not ask one question
about programming!  It tested general intelligence and logic, and Helen was
thrilled that she did well.  She filled out some paperwork, and Wendy gave
her directions to the Washington Post building at 1150 15th St.  NW in
Washington, DC.  They arranged to meet there three days later, which would
be Helen's first day of work.

   Helen was right on time, and met Wendy in the lobby of the Post
building. Wendy took her up to the fifth floor and introduced her to Art,
the project manager, and some of the other programmers, including a woman
named Echo, whom Helen liked from the first minute.  Echo told Helen she
was a dog breeder and invited her to come out to her house in Silver
Spring, Maryland, north of Washington.  The two women were on the same team
(handling programming of the Finance systems) at the Post, and Echo was
very experienced and helped Helen get off to a fast start.  There were two
other teams, handling Advertising and Circulation programming, with a total
of nine programmers, plus a team leader for each team.  Helen got along
well with most of the others, although there were a couple of men that
didn't make it easy for her.

   CHAPTER 28: Helen Falls Back into Prostitution

   Helen had been working at the Post assignment for about two weeks when
Wendy came by to visit and check on how the project was going.  Wendy sat
in Helen's visitor chair while they talked, and her skirt rode up above her
knee.  Helen noticed that a lot of Wendy's thigh was exposed -- and then
she glanced at Wendy's face and saw she had been caught.  Both women
laughed...  but there was something about the way Wendy looked at her that
made Helen get wet between her legs.  Wendy was a petite girl, a little
shorter than Helen, with a cute face and a compact body, and Helen started
to wonder what it would be like to make love to her.  Helen had never been
with another woman, and thought it might be nice after so many years of
prostituting herself for any man that had money.  One evening after work,
Wendy came by and invited her to dinner, and Helen's heart leaped as she
thought about the possibilities.  They talked and held hands during most of
the meal -- but then things took a very bad turn for Helen.  Wendy leaned
forward, her lips almost touching Helen's ear, and whispered, "I talked
with your supervisor at your last company...  and also with one of your
college professors." Wendy grinned, and it wasn't pretty.  Helen started to
pull back, but Wendy gripped her hand tighter.  "Play along with me,
sweetie, and we'll both get a little bit rich." Wendy stood up and dropped
some cash on the table, and told Helen they would talk again.  She left
Helen sitting there with tears in her eyes, feeling like a whore that had
just been paid.

   Helen could only imagine what Wendy had found out about her, especially
from the professor.  She thought about quitting, but she really liked the
job and the people.  So she went in to work the next day, and the next, and
she thought maybe Wendy was going to let it drop, but then Wendy came in to
the Post again.  This time she took Helen to a file room and told her --
not asked her, TOLD her -- how things would go.  Wendy was running whores
at each of her projects, and Helen would just be the latest girl to have
some extra "work" to do at the office.  Wendy told her that Echo was in her
stable, too, and Helen's eyes widened in surprise -- Echo didn't seem like
that kind of girl.  Wendy told Helen to start setting up fuck sessions in
the restrooms or wherever she wanted -- it didn't matter to Wendy, as long
as she got her cut of the money, which was 90% of whatever Helen received
for sex.  Wendy told her the going rate in DC was $100 for a fuck or $50
for a blowjob, and most of the men at the Post were already paying
customers.  She said Echo was turning most of the tricks, along with
another woman on the CAI team, Sharon, who was a little older.  Sharon had
big tits and Echo had long red hair, and that's what kept the men coming
back.  Neither Sharon nor Echo had much of a face, but that didn't matter,
as long as they had wet cunts and open legs.  Wendy told Helen she liked to
sample her girls occasionally, to let them know who the boss was -- and she
pulled her dress up around her waist and told Helen to lick her pussy.  She
wasn't wearing any underwear, and Helen could smell her cunt from several
feet away.  It was obvious Wendy had been anticipating this session, and
her vagina was creaming like mad.  Helen looked around and asked if it was
safe, and Wendy told her she had locked the door when they came in.

   Wendy moved her feet wide apart, bending her knees and squatting a
little, thrusting her groin forward lewdly and putting her hands on her
hips.  "Enjoy yourself -- show me how good your lips are." Helen stepped
over in front of her and got down on her knees.  She started to put her
hands around Wendy's thighs, but Wendy told her not to touch her -- "just
with your mouth, angel." She told Helen to put her hands flat on the floor
in front of her, so the only contact would be her lips on Wendy's pussy. 
Helen obeyed, feeling soiled and dirty as she leaned forward and licked
Wendy's slit.  Wendy gasped a little and leaned forward, mashing her cunt
against Helen's face, smearing vaginal secretions all over her.  Helen
gasped herself, with surprise and disgust, as she felt Wendy's heavy pubic
hair in her face.  Wendy had the hairiest pussy Helen had ever seen,
completely unshaven, looking like it had never been cut in her life.  The
dark brown hair covered her entire groin, with a thin line of dark hair
extending up to her navel.  Wendy had such a fair complexion, it was a
little shocking to see such thick dark hair between her legs.  And the
smell!  Now that Helen had her face buried in Wendy's groin, she caught the
full odor of her pussy, and it turned her stomach.  Wendy chose that moment
to put her hands in Helen's hair and force her head down between her legs,
and Helen suddenly felt trapped.  Wendy took a step forward, so she was
straddling Helen on the floor, and Helen's head was tilted backward, with
Wendy's thighs against her cheeks.  Her head was trapped between Wendy's
legs, and for a moment she couldn't breathe as Wendy's hands kept her head
pressing against her pussy.  Then Wendy stepped back, and Helen could come
up for air, gasping a little as she took in deep lungfuls of air.  Wendy
looked down at her with a mean grin on her face and said softly, "Couldn't
help it, angel -- those sweet soft lips." She pointed to her twat, and
Helen moved back into position and continued licking.  Wendy used both
hands to spread her pussy open, exposing the deep folds of dark red tissue
bathed in sticky slimy fluid, and told Helen to stick her tongue as deep as
it would go.  Helen closed her eyes, wishing she could close her nose --
the foul odor was overpowering -- and forced her mouth into Wendy's vaginal
opening, then extended her tongue and moved it around, lapping the inner
walls of her warm, gooey cunt.  Wendy moaned a little, and Helen licked
faster, moving her lips all over Wendy's gaping pussy.  Suddenly Wendy went
stiff and clamped Helen's head against her groin as she had a massive
orgasm, her whole body trembling and twitching as she enjoyed the feeling.
Helen moved her head up a little and raked her tongue over Wendy's erect
clitoris, and Wendy had another orgasm even stronger than the first one. 
She groaned and thrust her groin against Helen's face as the thrilling
shock of the orgasm spread through her body.  She came down slowly,
breathing fast, then suddenly shoved Helen's head roughly, and Helen fell
back on the floor.  Wendy pulled down her dress and smoothed it a little,
then stepped over to the door.  "Better wash your face before you go back
to your desk." She made a kissing sound with her lips as she unlocked the
door and left Helen alone in the room.

   Helen couldn't believe Wendy would just walk out like that, without even
cleaning her pussy -- how could people fail to notice the smell?  Then she
remembered that Wendy always wore a nice perfume or cologne -- but she must
use a gallon of it to hide the odor from between her legs.  Helen darted
down the hall to the ladies room and cleaned herself up before she went
back to work.  As she sat down at her desk, she saw Wendy walking out of
the room -- with Echo beside her.  Echo glanced at Helen, and Helen knew
what was about to happen to her.  When Echo got back to her desk half an
hour later, her clothes were a little askew, and her quick and embarrassed
look at Helen said everything about what had just happened.  Helen tried to
picture her friend on her knees in front of Wendy, and she hated the image.
Before Wendy left that day, she took Sharon out of the office, and Helen
knew why.  Wendy obviously enjoyed having power over other women, being
able to force them to service her in the most degrading way.

   Later, Helen talked to Echo and Sharon when they went out for lunch on a
weekend, and found out some background about Wendy.  Her father was one of
the top-level officers of CAI, and he had gotten her the job as branch
manager after she graduated from college with a useless degree in art
history.  She had no skills at all, besides a pretty face and a tight
little body, but nobody dared to criticize her because of her father's
position with the company.  In college she had set up a prostitution ring
using coeds like herself, and only a big contribution to the college alumni
fund by her father had kept her from being expelled and arrested.  Echo
said Wendy had told her that her father raped her when she was 12, and she
was getting back at him by using her position with his company to set up
prostitution operations at all the client sites.  Sharon said Wendy had
told her she liked to force other women to service her because it sent a
symbolic message to her father that she hated cocks inside her, especially
his.  Echo said Wendy had taken some Polaroid pictures of her while she was
licking Wendy's pussy and sent them to her father to taunt him.  Sharon
said Wendy had done that to her, too.  Both women were ashamed of all that
had happened, but Helen assured them they had done nothing wrong.  And then
Helen told her friends about her life -- all of it, the whole dirty story
-- and Echo and Sharon both started crying when Helen described the things
that had been done to her.

   CHAPTER 29: Helen Becomes a Street Prostitute

   Helen was making a great salary with CAI now, and even though Wendy only
let her keep ten percent of the money she made turning tricks, she had a
good bit of extra cash coming in.  She had developed a regular string of
men at the Post that liked to screw her or let her suck them off, and she
was busy all day.  But one day Wendy took her and Echo and Sharon into a
small conference room and locked the door, and told them she wanted them to
start turning tricks on the street.  The Post building was located in a
part of town where street hookers worked in the evening, and Wendy wanted
some of that action.  All three women objected vehemently to this, but
Wendy told them she had a file full of applications for their jobs, and she
could replace them easily.  She stood up and walked around behind Sharon's
chair.  and ran her hands down over her shoulders to her breasts.  Digging
her fingers into Sharon's tits through her clothes, Wendy leaned down and
whispered in her ear, "You girls like your jobs, don't you?" She licked
Sharon's ear as she mauled her large breasts, and Sharon had to sit there
and take it.  With a final hard squeeze, Wendy left the room, and the three
women sat silently.  Then they talked about what to do, but they all wanted
and needed to keep their jobs, so the best they could think of was to try
to look out for each other on the street.

   Wendy called each woman later to tell her what to wear -- a flimsy top
of some sort, a microskirt, five-inch heels -- and nothing else.  She told
them to change in their cars at the end of the day -- they had to put in a
full day of work at the Post first -- and to stand near the entrance to the
McPherson Square Metro station at the corner of 15th & I Streets, about a
block south of the Post building.  Wendy knew they might be seen by some
Post employees, but that just ramped up the fun for her -- the chance that
some of their coworkers might see them working as street whores.  Wendy
went by the Metro station that evening to check, and there was Sharon with
her big tits hanging out, barely contained by her tube top.  Echo's long
red hair helped hide her breasts -- the tiny lace top she was wearing left
her almost naked above the waist.  But Helen's outfit was the hottest -- a
see-thru top that barely covered her breasts and a skirt so short that the
curve of her ass showed a little, Echo and Helen got picked up while Wendy
was watching, and she saw them take their johns into a dark alley.  Wendy
came up the other side of the street so she could see into the alley, and
she smiled when she saw Sharon bending over with her hands on her ankles
and her skirt pulled up around her waist while her john screwed her from
behind, standing up.  Helen was a few feet from her, on her knees, giving
an enthusiastic blowjob to her john.  Wendy knew she must be trying to get
the guy to cum quickly, but he frustrated her by making her suck for a long
time.  Sharon's fucker grunted and ejaculated inside her, then pulled his
cock out of her and quickly zipped up and walked out of the alley.  Sharon
looked over at Helen, then moved over beside her and put her hand on the
man's scrotum and squeezed, and it only took a moment for him to cum in
Helen's mouth.  Helen swallowed his load, and he pulled his cock out of her
mouth and headed out of the alley, zipping up as he walked.  Wendy watched
as Helen and Sharon helped each other straighten their clothes, and they
emerged from the alley and turned toward the Metro station just as Echo
passed by with an older guy.  Wendy watched her lead the man into the
alley, and then he grabbed a handful of Echo's hair and forced her against
the brick wall, making her cry out.  He roughly pulled up her skirt and
unzipped his pants and poked his erection into her ass crack, and her
muffled groan told Wendy she was about to get fucked in the ass.  There was
a dim shaft of light in the alley, and Wendy could see every detail as the
man penetrated Echo's asshole.  She grunted in pain as he thrust into her,
bending her forward a little so he could get his cock into her rectum,
dragging her face along the brick as he bent her over.  Wendy could hear
Echo crying as the man started to ass-fuck her, forcing her face into the
brick again and again, She had her legs wide apart, trying to make it
easier to him to penetrate her, but it still hurt a lot, going by the
sounds she was making.  The man reached his climax and thrust deeply into
her ass while he shot his load in her bowels.  After a few moments, he
jerked his cock out of her ass, making her yelp in pain, and then spun her
around and forced her down on her knees, He rammed his cock against her
face as she tried to avoid him, but he held her head in place with one hand
and forced her mouth open with the other.  Wendy could hear his voice
faintly from across the street as he muttered, "Clean it, you stupid
whore." Echo moved her head, licking her own shit off the cock, and Wendy
could hear her crying.  Wendy realized her own nipples were incredibly
stiff from the excitement of watching Echo getting screwed, and she reached
up and ran her fingers over her breasts, pinching her nipples and almost
having an orgasm from the excitement of watching Echo's humiliation.  The
man left the alley, but Echo was still on her knees crying quietly.  In
another moment she slowly stood up and got her clothes arranged and trudged
out of the alley, back toward the Metro station to look for another john.
Wendy headed for home, and she masturbated twice in her car while she was
driving, thinking about her little whores and how much fun they were
having. She had told them to keep working til midnight or until they made
$800, and it would be fun to collect most of the money tomorrow and ask
them how they liked being on the street, where cheap prostitutes belong.

   CHAPTER 30: Wendy Collects Her Money

   The next morning Wendy got to the Post around 10 AM, and found her
prostitutes working at their desks.  She smiled to herself when she saw
that Echo had some scrapes on her face -- she knew that must have happened
when her john jammed her face into the brick wall while he was screwing her
in the ass the night before.  Echo had tried to cover the bruises with
makeup, but not completely successfully, and Wendy made a point of stopping
at her desk and asking her how things were going.  Echo looked up at her
and glared for a moment, then said quietly that everything was fine.  Wendy
looked over at Sharon and Helen, and saw them glaring back at her.  She
smiled sweetly at them, then stood up and stepped over to Patrick's desk.
He was a very fat guy, around 50, and he always tried to look down her
dress and at her legs and ankles when she talked to him.  She asked him how
things were going, and it was fun to watch him trying to keep his eyes on
her face.  Each time she glanced away, looking across the room or at other
people, she could see his head move as he stared at her breasts or her
legs. She always wore a very short skirt when she came to the Post because
she was a cock tease and enjoyed getting him and the other men at the
project all hot.  She knew he liked girls in ankle strap pumps, and today
she was wearing a pair with four-inch heels.  She made sure her legs and
shoes were clearly visible to him as she pretended to look at someone
across the room.

   And then Wendy had an idea: why not give this asshole a little thrill?
She leaned closer and lowered her voice and told him that three of the
women there in the office really liked him -- and wanted to suck his cock.
Patrick's eyes widened and his face got a little red and he stammered a
little, and Wendy told him to go to the file room down the hall.  He
disappeared out the door, and Wendy went over to Helen's desk and told her
what she wanted her and Sharon and Echo to do.  Helen's face was a mask of
disgust as she told Wendy this was a bad idea, but Wendy just grinned and
told her to get the other two girls and go to the file room.  Wendy went on
ahead and found Patrick sitting in a chair fidgeting nervously, and she
decided to tease him a little.  She stood in front of him, then sat down on
his lap, spreading her legs and straddling his thighs as her skirt rode up.
She pulled it up around her waist so her pantyhose showed, and she put her
arms on his shoulders.  "You know how handsome you are, big guy?" Wendy
smiled as she leaned in and ran her tongue down one of his cheeks, and she
felt his cock stiffen between his legs.  Before he could do anything, she
stood up and pulled down her skirt, and then the door opened and the other
three women came in.  Wendy leaned down and asked Patrick, "Mind if I
watch?" and ran her hand over his head as he nodded it was OK.  She went
and sat in one of the other chairs as Sharon came over to him and got down
on her knees in front of him.  She smiled a little as she unzipped his
pants, and then she took out his penis and rubbed it a little, then took it
in her mouth.  It stiffened quickly, but it was hard to reach under the
mound of fat above it where his stomach was hanging out -- and even when it
was fully erect, it was no more than five inches long.  Helen smiled to
herself as she sucked it.  Helen and Echo came over and stood on either
side of Patrick, rubbing his shoulders and arms as Sharon started to suck
his cock.  After a little while she stood up and Helen sank to her knees
and took his cock in her mouth, then Echo followed.  After all three girls
had sucked him a little, they got down on their knees and started taking
turns, sharing his cock, each one sucking like a vacuum cleaner, squeezing
his balls, rubbing his legs.  The girls exchanged looks that said they all
thought such a tiny dick on such a big man was a hoot.  He held out as long
as he could, but finally Echo won the little contest, making some slurping
sounds as she brought him to a climax.  He moaned quietly as he ejaculated
in her mouth, holding her head in place with both of his hands as he dumped
his load.  When he was done, Echo looked up at him with her lips closed
tight, then turned to Sharon and passed his cum to her.  Sharon received
the load in her mouth, then passed it to Helen, who had the honor of
swallowing it.  All three girls kissed his cock and thanked him for letting
them suck him, and he quickly zipped up his pants and left the room,
sweating like a pig.

   Wendy told the women they did a good job, then told them to give her the
money from the night before.  Sharon showed her the $900 she had earned,
and Wendy let her keep $90 of it.  Echo had made $950, and shoved $855
across the table, glaring at Wendy.  Helen had earned only $700, and she
told Wendy she had worked til 2 AM, but the Metro station closed at
midnight and there weren't many men on the street after that.  Wendy told
her not to worry about it -- and then took all the money, telling Helen
that's what happens to a whore that doesn't get the job done.  Wendy
stuffed the big wad of cash into her purse and went out the door, but Echo
and Sharon spent a few minutes talking to Helen, who had started crying out
of frustration and humiliation.

   Wendy made the three women work the street for a week before she told
them they could stop.  It was just a little amusement for her, a way to
pass the time, and she didn't care a bit that Helen, Sharon and Echo
suffered physical pain, embarrassment, and humiliation every night they
were out there on the street.  They all felt dirty, and they started having
lunch each weekend, to bolster each other's spirits and talk about what a
little bitch Wendy was.

   CHAPTER 31: Helen Finds a New and Exciting Lover

   Echo invited Helen over to her house at 9412 Columbia Blvd.  in Silver
Spring, Maryland, one Friday evening after work.  She had the large back
yard fenced for her dogs -- she had been breeding Afghans for about ten
years, and she had six of them at home now.  These were dogs that could put
their front paws on your shoulders when they reared up to greet you, and
Helen loved them from first sight.  Echo told Helen she was thinking of
getting into Chinese Cresteds, much smaller dogs with completely different
moods and habits from Afghans, but she wanted to keep showing her Afghans
for a while longer.  Helen loved the big dogs and their enthusiastic
welcome, licking all over her face as she petted them.  She and Echo went
inside for some wine and watched the dogs through the window, and after a
while Echo told Helen a secret: she had been having sex with her dogs. 
Helen was shocked, but only for a moment...  looking out the window at
those magnificent animals, Helen thought she understood what made Echo do
it -- and the thought excited her.  She asked Echo how it felt, and Echo's
smile told her everything she needed to know!  Echo's face was a little
flushed, either from the wine or from thinking about having sex with her
dogs.  She told Helen the dogs were so gentle and warm, it was an
unbelievable experience to make love with them.  She said all six of her
dogs had fucked her, and several others that she had sold last year.  She
said the sex was better than she had ever had with a man -- and an Afghan's
erection is bigger than most men, about eight inches including his knot. 
Echo explained that a woman has to be careful when she lets a dog make love
to her, because it works differently than with men.

   "You get naked and lay back on the bed or the carpet, and then you take
his sheath and begin to stroke it gently, and as he begins to get hard you
guide the end of his cock into you.  When he feels the wetness and warmth
of your pussy, he'll begin to hump, slowly at first then faster and faster
until you feel his knot against your slit.  About the cum...  a dog is
different from a man -- from the time they start to get aroused until they
begin to get soft, they will have some form of ejaculate coming from their
cocks.  At first there's a clear thin fluid that tastes like iron and has
the consistency of water; this is his precum, for lubrication so his knot
will slip into the bitch's vagina.  At full arousal he actually will
produce his sperm and you can tell when this happens -- his cum will begin
to have a slightly salty taste to it.  Dog cum is not as thick as a man's
but there will be about twice as much of it." Echo's face reddened a little
as she said, "I think that dog cum tastes much better than man cum." She
drank some wine and continued, while Helen listened with every bit of her
attention.  She felt the redness in her own face, and she knew she was
getting wet between her legs just thinking about Echo laying down and
letting a dog mount her.

   Echo continued, "As his cum slowly fills you up, you'll reach a climax.
If you allow him to put his knot inside you, you WILL be together until he
gets soft, which usually take 15 to 20 minutes but can take up to 45
minutes.  The major benefit of the missionary position is that if you do
not want to have his knot inside you, you can usually prevent it by holding
it in your hand.  But for me, the most satisfying and arousing sensations
are caused by the knot being inside me.  I try to have my dogs put their
knots in every time we make love." Echo stopped for a moment, smiling a
little, and then continued.  "Doggy style is just that, you are down on all
fours with him.  This position will allow you to fully experience what it's
like to be a bitch in heat.  He will sniff and lick you, and after the
tastes and smells begin to arouse him he will move to a position to mount
you.  He'll usually come up directly behind you and mount you that way. 
Once he has mounted you he will begin to hump you, trying to get his cock
into you.  He will move faster and faster with his strokes until you feel
his knot begin to swell and rub against your pussy lips.  If you want it
inside you, you should totally relax and allow him to slide it in.  If you
don't want it in you, you should reach back and try to hold the knot with
your hand.  But if you use this position and then decide that you don't
want his knot in you, you may not be able to prevent it from happening.  If
his knot is in you, you'll have to wait until he gets soft."

   "As his knot swells up inside you, you'll begin to feel this warmth in
your vagina.  A dog's body temperature is higher than a human, and his cum
is even warmer, and you'll feel that warmth.  His knot is fully expanded,
his cum is flowing into you, your vaginal juices begin to flow and mix with
his sperm, and you'll feel his knot begin to throb.  I found that while
doing it doggy style, as his knot pushes against the inside walls of my
cunt, it also pushes against my clitoris from the inside." Echo stopped,
almost holding her breath.  "When that happens, Helen, it just drives me
wild.  I've had as many as seven orgasms in a row while the knot is inside
me." Echo was breathing fast now, obviously reliving the whole experience,
and Helen felt her face flushing hotly as she thought about laying down
like that and submitting to a dog.

   Echo wasn't finished yet.  "Dogs are naturally attracted to the scent of
a woman's vagina.  Most male dogs will spend much more time than a man
giving you with the most electrifying oral sex!  A dog's tongue is also
much longer and is able to get to many places that a man can't or won't. 
And a dog's tongue is covered with thousands of tiny buds, so when he licks
your clitoris, you will feel sensations that you did not know existed."
Echo was breathing fast again, and stopped for a moment.  Then she lowered
her eyes and whispered, "Having your ass licked is a great thing, Helen,
and a dog has no problem doing that.  A long wet tongue working from the
very top of your vaginal slit all the way around to the top of your ass
crack...  oh, God!" Then her eyes darted back to Helen's as she said, "And
the sucking!  When I suck off one of my dogs, I get horny as hell!  Just
knowing that I'm sucking on an animal's dick gets me so horny, it doesn't
take much to get me off.  I usually use my free hand to masturbate while
I'm sucking, and I have some of the greatest orgasms.  And this is just
foreplay, to get him ready to make love to me." Echo drank the last of her
wine, and refilled both of their glasses before she went on.

   "There are two positions that I like.  I have him lie on his back with
me next to him.  This gives me full access to his cock and I can control
all the action.  But another great method I use is to lay on my back with
the back of my head slightly raised by a pillow and have him stand over me
with his cock within reach of my mouth.  Then he humps me and does all the
work, leaving my hands free to masturbate myself." Echo smiled, a secret
smile that went along with talking about secret things.  "I gently stroke
his cock through his sheath until it begins to enlarge and slip out.  Once
I have at least an inch of him out of his sheath, I gently take him into my
mouth.  I gently stoke him with my hand while I slowly move my mouth back
and forth over his cock.  His cock enlarges while I suck, until he reaches
full erection.  Oh, this is important.  While you are moving your mouth
over his cock you should try to place the tip of your tongue in the
indentation on the head of his cock -- that's what makes him reach his
climax.  As he gets closer to his climax, you'll see a large bulge at the
base of his cock -- that's his knot.  This knot holds his cock inside a
bitch (dog or human) until he has finished ejaculating.  Being locked to a
dog with his knot inside your vagina -- God, Helen, there's nothing in the
world that feels like that!  You can feel his sperm inside you, and every
little movement he makes goes straight to your clitoris and sends you over
the edge."

   CHAPTER 32: Helen Becomes a Real Bitch

   Helen was almost desperate to make love with one of Echo's dogs, and
Echo could see the way her eyes were shining.  Echo stood up and led Helen
over to the window and said quietly, "Pick out a lover." Helen had tears of
gratitude in her eyes as she pointed at the biggest of the Afghans.  Echo
rubbed her shoulder and said, "Good choice -- he's my favorite, too." She
told Helen to get ready for the experience of her life, then reached out
and took her hand.  "Helen...  would you...  I mean, could I..." Helen
grinned at her.  "You want to watch?" Echo smiled and nodded, and Helen
squeezed her hand and nodded back.  Echo went out the back door, and Helen
started taking off her clothes.  She stripped completely, then lay down on
the carpet in the middle of the living room with a small sofa pillow under
her head.  She heard the door open and some sounds as Echo came back in --
and then the dog was standing over her, huge and hairy and wonderful,
licking her face.  Helen laughed and petted him, and he quickly moved his
head down to her groin.  Echo's voice came from behind the dog.  "He smells
your cunt -- you must be soaking wet, you little bitch!" They both laughed,
then Helen gasped as the dog's long wet tongue snaked down between her
legs. It moved up her slit and touched her erect clitoris and she exploded
in a heavy orgasm that left her trembling.  The dog kept licking,
triggering more orgasms that hit Helen like bullets from a gun.  Her whole
body was writhing as she held her legs apart, thrusting her groin up
against the dog's snout, wanting more, more!  She could feel sweat on her
face as she humped her body against the dog's wet mouth, and then she
realized her whole body was dripping with sweat, as much from excitement as
from exertion.  She felt like she was on fire, and Echo's voice put her
thoughts into words: "You're a bitch in heat, baby...  let it come, let the
dog be your lover...  just surrender yourself, submit to him like he was
the best lover you ever met...  that's it...  you're a hot little bitch..."

   Helen wanted the dog's cock so badly now, her insides were burning up.
She reached for him, trying to urge him to move up so she could take his
penis in her mouth, and she saw Echo helping move the dog up so it was
standing over Helen, straddling her naked body, and its penis was sticking
out from its sheath a little.  Helen touched it gently, and gasped as more
of it emerged.  God, it was so BIG!  It was bigger than a lot of the men
who had fucked her, and she melted inside at the thought of her lips on it.
She rubbed the shaft lightly, and even more of it emerged from its sheath.
Now she could see the knot near the base, but the rest of the cock looked
much like a man's cock.  Helen couldn't wait any longer.  She parted her
lips and lifted her head a little, and took the head of the dog's cock in
her mouth.  The dog jerked a little, then started to hump her mouth, like
it was fucking a bitch.  Helen felt a hot rush as the cock moved in her
mouth, and she put her arms around the dog, petting him and soothing him as
he kept moving his cock in her mouth.  He probed far into her mouth, and
Helen gagged a little, but kept sucking on the big cock.  The experience
was so unlike anything she had ever gone through in her life, she couldn't
really believe how lucky she was.  She felt totally submissive, wanting to
surrender herself completely to this sexual master.  She moaned a little,
trying to relax her jaws so she could take more of the cock down her
throat. At that moment, Helen's body went rigid as she felt Echo's fingers
in her slit.  She moaned and spread her legs, opening herself so Echo could
work her fingers into her wet cunt.  Helen moved her head, trying to match
the dog's thrusts, making slurping sounds as she sucked and licked at the
big cock, while she moved her hips, thrusting her groin against Echo's
fingers.  No one knows how to touch a woman's pussy better than another
woman, and Echo knew exactly how much pressure to use as she took Helen's
erect, throbbing clitoris between two fingers and rolled it gently, making
Helen clench her teeth as a wave of orgasms swept through her body. 
"Please...  more..." Helen was surprised to hear her own voice, childlike
and soft, begging Echo for more of her touches.

   The dog's erection was very full now, and Helen could taste the watery
precum leaking from the tip of the cock into her mouth.  The realization of
what she was doing hit her hard, and she had another orgasm as she sucked
hard on the cock, milking more precum into her willing mouth.  After a few
minutes of sucking the full length of the cock, she noticed a change in the
taste, it became more salty, and she realized the dog had achieved full
arousal and was producing semen.  Echo saw what was happening and whispered
to Helen, "He's ready to mount you now...  do you want to let him lock with
you?" Helen stared up at Echo's sweet face, and moved her head so she could
kiss her on the lips, sharing the dog's sperm with her, and Echo's eyes
were shining with gratitude.  Helen nodded yes, she wanted the dog to lock
with her, and Echo moved the dog aside so Helen could roll over and get on
her hands and knees.  She felt totally exposed, more naked than ever before
in her life, and she planted her knees wide apart so the dog would have
complete access to her hot, dripping pussy.  Echo guided the dog around
behind Helen, and that's all it took -- he had mounted Echo this way many
times before, and the smell of Helen's wet cunt told him this was another
bitch in heat, ready and willing to be mounted.  He reared up and put his
front paws on Helen's back as be prodded his long hard cock between her
legs, trying to find her vaginal opening.  Suddenly the cock head
penetrated Helen's slit, and she made a noise between a groan and a yell,
her insides melting into hot fire, The full length of the shaft slid inside
her, so deep inside that it felt like it would come out of her mouth, and
then the movement started, the fucking movement that was unlike anything
Helen had ever felt.  The speed was amazing, the cock sliding in and out of
her twat like lightning, penetrating her deeply on each stroke, then coming
almost all the way out of her before the next stroke drove it back into her
vaginal canal.  It felt like the head of the cock was hitting her cervix on
every stroke, and Helen had never felt so fully satisfied with a lover --
ANY lover.  She could feel her breasts hanging down, jerking and bouncing
as the dog drove into her again and again.  She put one hand up on her
shoulder and stroked the dog's paw, whispering sweet nothings to him as she
kept her eyes closed and prayed this wild ride would never end.

   Just when Helen thought she was having the best sex of her life, it got
better.  She felt a swelling in her vagina, and she knew the dog's knot was
expanding as he ejaculated inside her.  At first it was just a pleasant
tightness, but as the knot got bigger, it started to hurt her, like a cramp
but more concentrated.  Helen gritted her teeth as the pain radiated
through her body, wondering if she could stand it -- but then she felt a
heavy stream of dog cum spraying into her pussy, and the pain seemed to
melt away.  She knew the dog was cumming, and she felt a sudden sense of
pride -- she had satisfied him completely, and the proof was right there
between her legs.  The head of the cock was forced deeper inside her by the
pressure of the knot just inside the entrance of her vaginal canal, and it
felt like the cock would poke through her cervix into her womb.  Helen had
never felt so fulfilled, so happy, so totally submissive as she felt at
that moment.  She would have to spend half an hour on her hands and knees
with a dog's cock locked inside her cunt, and there was nowhere she would
rather be.

   Helen looked up and saw that Echo had moved around in front of her and
squatted down so she could talk to her.  Echo had taken off her jeans, and
her slit was flagrantly exposed only a few inches from Helen's sweaty face.
Echo caressed Helen's head with both hands and said softly, "You'll be
locked with the dog for maybe half an hour...  want to do something to fill
up the time?" Helen groaned with desire and lowered her head to Echo's
slit, and Echo moaned as Helen's tongue moved over her clitoris, It had
always been very sensitive, and Echo could have orgasms just from walking,
from the friction of her clothes against the hood of her clitoris.  Now,
with Helen's soft tongue probing her clit, Echo exploded again and again,
holding Helen's head hard against her groin, smearing her vaginal
secretions all over Helen's face.  The dog's head was right above Helen's,
and Echo leaned in and nuzzled her face against his, and got her face
licked in return.  She could feel her nipples poking out like little cocks
on her chest, and she gasped as the dog lowered his head and raked his
tongue across her breasts.  A jolt of electricity shot through Echo's body,
radiating out from her nipples and filling her with raw sexual desire.  She
thrust her hips forward, forcing her groin hard against Helen's face, as
she held the dog's head in place and arched her shoulders to make her
breasts fuller, offering them to him, wanting him to lick and bite her
nipples.  She felt totally in his control, unlike any man she had ever been
with, and the surrender of her own will was a purifying experience for her.
Everything was stripped away, leaving only her body and the dog's tongue,
and the touching gave her a string of hot orgasms that left her gasping for
breath.  Helen was working her own tongue deep into Echo's slit, lapping at
her clit, kissing her cunt, and the two tongues were driving Echo crazy.

   Finally Helen pulled her head back from Echo's pussy, moaning as she
moved her hips a little.  Echo saw that the dog was starting to move, and
Helen yelped a little as the cock was pulled out of her vagina.  Echo moved
around behind Helen and rubbed her hand soothingly over Helen's slit,
massaging it gently, and Helen started to moan again.  A constant stream of
dog sperm was dripping out of Helen's gaping cunt, but Echo had put down
some towels to soak it up.  Helen turned around and sat on the carpet with
her legs open, looking at Echo with a little smile on her face.  She put
one hand between her legs and scooped a handful of dog cum out of her
pussy, then brought her hand to her face and smeared the jism all over her
cheeks and forehead and lips, swallowing as much as she could.  Echo knew
how she felt -- totally fulfilled and satisfied -- and she touched Helen's
slit enviously.  Helen smeared some of the cum on her breasts, then pinched
her nipples, closing her eyes and moaning softly as Echo continued to
finger her slit.  The only thought in Helen's head was: how soon can I do
this again?

   CHAPTER 33: Something New For Helen

   At work on Monday, Helen exchanged secret smiles all day with Echo, both
of them remembering the events of Friday night.  Helen had fallen asleep on
the carpet with Echo beside her, both of them naked, after Echo took the
dog back outside, and Helen awoke to the heavenly feeling of Echo's tongue
on her slit.  She had moved down between Helen's legs, and Helen stroked
her head as she reamed out her vagina.  After a while, Helen pulled Echo up
beside her, and the two women started caressing each other's breasts.  Echo
was a redhead, with freckles across her large tits, and she had huge dark
pink areolas that covered the whole front of her breasts.  Her nipples were
very thick and long, like the top joint of her finger, and her tits stuck
straight out without any sagging at all.  Helen's sagging, wrinkled breasts
were her secret shame, but Echo treated them like the crown jewels, and
Helen was filled with love for her friend.  Echo had a way of licking
around her areola, then kissing her nipples very gently, that just sent
Helen right over the edge.  She had more orgasms than she could count,
cradling Echo's head in her arms and moaning softly in her throat.  Helen
finally got dressed and headed for home so late, dawn on Saturday morning
was breaking when she got home.

   At lunch on Monday, she ate with Echo and asked her about anal sex with
dogs.  Echo blushed, then grinned and told her it was just as good as
vaginal sex, maybe even better, and Helen felt a little thrill go up her
back.  She had been fucked in the ass many times while she was a
prostitute, but this would be a whole new experience for her.  She told
Echo she really wanted to try it, and Echo invited her over on the coming
Friday evening.  It was all Helen could do to get through the rest of the
work week -- all she could think about was a dog's long, stiff erection
entering her anus, sliding deep into her bowels and fucking her like she
had never been fucked before.  She had asked Echo if she could come over
earlier, but Echo told her she might need a day or two for her asshole to
recover after her first time with a dog.  Echo said her first time was
about five years ago, and the dog reamed her out so much that she couldn't
sit down after he screwed her in the ass.  It was a Tuesday night, and she
had gone to work the next day, but she had so much pain that she had to
tell her supervisor she was feeling sick.  She went home and massaged some
soothing oils into her ass crack and around her anal sphincter, and she
went back to work the next day, but she told Helen it was a week before she
could sit comfortably.  Helen told Echo she still wanted to do it, and Echo
just smiled at her.

   On Friday night, Helen got to Echo's house around 8 PM.  Echo had put
down some towels, and before she let the dog in, she told Helen some things
she needed to know.  "The best position I've found is called a modified
doggy position.  You get down on your knees, a normal doggy position, and
then you bring your knees forward and tuck them up into your stomach, and
spread your knees a little, then you rest the upper part of your body on
your elbows.  For lubrication, natural oils like olive oil or corn oils
work best and will not hurt the dog.  You can't use vaseline because it
will make the dog sick.  I have some olive oil here for you.  It's not
enough to just smear a little oil on the outside of your anus -- you need
to lubricate the inside, too.  I've found that if I lubricate as much of
the inside of my anus as I can reach, I have no discomfort at all.  I use a
large eyedropper that holds about an once of oil, and after that, I insert
one finger to spread the oil over the inside of my rectum and up into my
bowel a little.  I can help with this, if you want me to." Helen nodded,
her face reddening as she thought about herself naked, on her knees,
waiting for one of Echo's dogs to fuck her in the ass.  She stood up and
took off her clothes, not looking at Echo as she stripped, and when she was
naked she got down on her knees and assumed the position.  She looked up at
Echo, who had taken off her clothes, too, and the two naked woman grinned
at each other.  Echo opened the bottle of olive oil and inserted the
eyedropper, then gently inserted the tip into Helen's asshole, then
squeezed the bulb, and Helen felt the liquid inside her.  Echo put the
eyedropper away and inserted two fingers in Helen's anus, moving them
around, smearing the oil all over the inside of her rectum and the lower
part of her colon.  Then Echo poured a little oil into her hand and rubbed
it in Helen's ass crack, smearing it around so the area was glistening.

   Echo stood up and went to the back door, and returned in a moment with
one of the dogs.  It smelled Helen's pussy from across the room -- she was
creaming like mad -- and it dashed over to her and started licking between
her legs.  Helen gasped as the dog's tongue raked across her clitoris,
jolting her with several orgasms.  Echo said to the dog, "Your bitch is all
ready for you, boy." Helen felt her nipples stiffen as she heard that, and
she realized that's just what she was -- a bitch in heat, ready to be
fucked by this big dog.  She felt the cock between her legs, poking around
wildly as the dog tried to mount her, the cock sliding over her slit and
making her tremble with anticipation.  She felt its paws on her back as it
moved its hind legs closer to her ass, and see could see Echo urging the
dog along.  The cock poked into Helen's pussy, thrusting a few times and
making her gasp, and then it was withdrawn and she could feel it sliding
over her ass cheeks -- and then it slipped into her asshole!  Helen buried
her face in the towel, almost screaming as the thrusting started.  With the
olive oil, the big cock slid inside her easily, and the feeling was like no
other she had ever felt.  The speed of the dog's thrusting was incredible,
fast as lightning, and she knew no man could perform like this, or satisfy
her as deeply.  She felt totally submissive, like a real bitch,
surrendering her body freely, opening her body, opening the holes between
her legs for her new lover, welcoming the big cock into her anus.  Now she
could feel the dog's testicles against her ass as he thrust deeply into
her, and she moaned like another dog, like a bitch might moan if she was
able.

   Just when Helen thought the sex couldn't get any better, it did -- she
felt Echo's hand between her legs, touching her empty cunt, sliding her
fingers along her slit until she touched the clitoris, and Helen's whole
body went rigid as she started having orgasms.  They came like gunshots,
again and again, leaving Helen breathless.  And then something unbelievable
happened -- Echo lay down on her back and moved her head under Helen's
stomach, then slid down so her mouth was on Helen's pussy.  Echo was
fingering her own cunt as she licked Helen's pussy, Echo's face just inches
from the dog's cock as it slid in and out of Helen's asshole.  The dog's
precum was dripping down Helen's ass crack, and Echo opened her mouth a
caught some of it and swallowed it, then continued sucking Helen's cunt. 
Both women were having multiple orgasms, and Helen could hear Echo's
breathing speed up as the dog neared its climax.  Echo's mouth on Helen's
pussy was driving her crazy, and Echo's body kept jerking as she
masturbated her own cunt wildly.  Finally the dog was ready to cum, and
Echo breathlessly asked Helen if she wanted the dog's knot in her ass. 
Helen didn't hesitate -- she said "oh God yes" again and again, her face
still buried in the towel, and then she felt the knot getting bigger.  It
was just inside her anal sphincter, and for a moment she panicked as the
pain started.  But then she felt the dog's semen flooding into her rectum,
and she spasmed like she was having a seizure as a string of orgasms hit
her.  The knot got bigger, stretching Helen's anus and rectum painfully and
bringing her back down to earth, but her body was beginning to accommodate
the dog's knot, and even with the harsh pain, she started cumming again. 
Echo put her mouth directly on Helen's clitoris and bit gently, and Helen
screamed as an incredible orgasm seemed to tear her apart.  Echo kept her
lips on Helen's clit, kissing it and rolling it around, and the string of
orgasms shooting through Helen's body became constant for more than a
minute, making her feel like her head would explode.  She was sweating like
a pig, but she just didn't care.

   The dog had stopped thrusting when it had a climax, and now the erect
cock was firmly locked in Helen's asshole, just inside her anal sphincter.
The pain of the knot was just bearable, like a bad toothache, and Echo's
lips on her swollen clitoris kept giving Helen orgasms.  Helen raised her
head a little, then extended one arm and put her hand between Echo's legs
and touched her slit, and Echo moaned with satisfaction.  She spread her
legs wider, offering her creamy pussy to Helen, thrusting her groin against
Helen's probing fingers.  Helen gave her a long string of orgasms,
finger-fucking her until Echo was gasping for breath, then dropped her head
back down on the towel, exhausted from the non-stop sex that had been going
on for half an hour.  Both women were worn out from the rampaging orgasms
they were having, and they just lay there for a while, sweat glistening on
their naked flesh, Echo's breasts rising and falling as she caught up on
her breathing, and Helen still on her knees with the dog's knot locked in
her rectum.  Her ass was throbbing with pain, but the deep satisfaction the
dog had given her made the pain bearable.

   Helen had never felt like this -- totally, completely submissive, and
yet proud of herself for being able to satisfy her lover this way.  When
the dog ejaculated in her tight little ass, Helen knew she had found a new
and wonderful definition for herself: a bitch in heat, willing to submit to
her canine lover like a true bitch, offering her body to her lover, wanting
the big penis inside her more than anything she had ever wanted in her
life. She had loved it when the dog fucked her pussy, but when it fucked
her in the ass, the dog possessed her in a new and exciting way, and she
knew she had to have more.  She pictured herself and Echo laying side by
side on their backs, naked, while two dogs mounted them and made love to
them, holding Echo's hand and feeling her body jerk with every thrust from
her lover, feeling her own body flowering open as she submitted to the dog
between her legs.  The thoughts made her groan with desire, a raw sound
that came from deep in her throat, and Echo heard it and knew what it
meant. She reached under Helen's stomach and gently fingered her slit, and
Helen's fingers started to move in Echo's twat, and they gave each other
another string of orgasms.  They were still breathing hard when the dog
made a little noise and pulled his softening penis out of Helen's asshole,
making her yelp with surprise and pain.  Echo got up and took the dog back
outside, then came and used a towel on Helen's anus.  Her ass was bleeding
a little, and Echo told her she might have some pain when she took a shit,
but it should heal in a few days.  Echo wiped Helen's pussy and cleaned her
up, and then the women sat naked in the sofa and had some wine.  Helen's
eyes were shining, and Echo told her, "I know...  it's hard to describe,
isn't it?  I never feel more feminine than when I have a dog's cock in my
ass...  my pussy soaking wet and hot and creamy, all ready to receive a
cock -- but it's empty, just an empty, useless hole that my lover ignores
while he plunges into my ass and makes me his bitch.  I feel like my whole
existence comes down to just my rectum, to the perfect feeling of the dog
inside me that way, knowing I'm making him happy.  It's what I live for..."
Echo sighed and took Helen's hand, and they sat there with tears of
happiness in their eyes, thinking about the dogs and their big beautiful
cocks.

   Helen came back to Echo's home for sex with her dogs every weekend for a
while.  It was the high point of Helen's week, and she could barely wait
for Friday nights to roll around.  Most of the time she let the dog fuck
her pussy, but occasionally she wanted it in the ass.  She always let the
dog lock with her, and those 20 or 30 minutes with the dog's knot inside
her were the most exciting she could ever remember.  She felt so totally
possessed, so submissive to the lover inside her body, she would have done
anything for the dogs.  She always sucked their cocks to get them erect,
and sometimes the dog got excited and ejaculated in her mouth while she was
sucking.  Helen always -- ALWAYS -- swallowed the dog's cum when that
happened, and then Echo would bring in another dog to finish fucking her.
Sometimes when she was on her knees and the dog mounted her and began
poking its cock around looking for her holes, the cock slipped into her
pussy or her ass, then back into the other hole.  This can lead to
infection when germs from the bowels are carried by the cock into the
woman's vagina, and Helen got three infections during the months while she
was having sex with Echo's dogs.  Echo had already had six infections
herself, and she made sure Helen went to her doctor for the antibiotics
that would cure the infections.  Echo said it was a small price to pay for
the satisfaction she received from her dogs screwing her, and Helen agreed
completely.

   CHAPTER 34: More Prostitution for Helen and Echo

   All the women with CAI working at the Washington Post were still turning
tricks at work, including a new girl named Teresa, with nice auburn hair, a
beautiful face and a great rack.  Like Helen, she had several children at
home, but she needed the job, so she agreed to prostitute herself and give
90% of the money to Wendy.  About a year after Helen started working there,
Wendy told all her girls she was setting up a sex party where they all
would have to service men from the Post and some of Wendy's other client
sites.  Wendy said she had men coming in from as far away as Allentown,
Penn., which was where CAI had its headquarters, and one of them was her
father.  She wanted to show him how successful she was, how much money she
was making from working her girls as prostitutes -- and she wanted to tell
him that HE got her started by raping her when she was 12.  She wanted to
rub his nose in it, and she thought this was the perfect way to do it. 
After work that day, Helen met Echo, Sharon and Teresa for coffee and they
talked about Wendy's latest scheme.  None of them liked the idea of doing a
sex party, but they were all trapped in their jobs, because mainframe
programming jobs were drying up fast as microcomputers took over the
workplace.  They agreed to try to watch out for each other at the party --
that was about all they could do.

   The party took place the following Friday night at the Madison Hotel, at
the corner of 15th St.  and M St., just up the block from the Post
building, and convenient to Wendy's other client site in Washington, the
National Geographic Society at 1600 M St.  She told the women to go over
there right after work so they could change into some stripper clothes
Wendy had bought.  Helen walked over with Sharon, Echo and Teresa, and
found Wendy waiting in the suite she had rented.  Wendy was dressed in a
flagrantly revealing outfit that looked like it came from some cheap
whorehouse.  She was wearing nothing but a tight black bustier that cupped
her small breasts and pushed them up and out, so they were the size of
softballs.  The bustier started below her tits, accentuating her pale white
skin and hiding nothing, and it was so tight, her small waist looked almost
invisible.  The bustier ended at her navel, and she was naked below her
waist, so the dark brown mass of her unshaven pubic hair was completely
visible between her legs, looking like insects might come crawling out of
it at any moment.  The smell was just as Helen remembered -- like a filthy
toilet that had been clogged for weeks.  The foul odor radiated out from
Wendy like a cloud, making people gasp as she passed by.  She wore black
ankle strap pumps with five-inch heels, and her slim bare legs were the
sexiest thing about her, but the sight of her sexy body was ruined by the
smell of her reeking twat.  To top it off, apparently she was excited by
all the attention, because some yellowish fluid was leaking out of her cunt
and running down her thighs.  Vaginal secretions are supposed to be clear,
so the sight of this foul-looking slime oozing down her legs didn't really
help with her sexy image.  But she was the boss, so nobody said anything.

   Wendy told Helen and the other girls to go in one of the bedrooms to
change, and they found their outfits there, and they were even more
disgusted with Wendy.  What they found was four identical outfits, with a
sort of harness that had two narrow black leather belts that were joined in
back.  The belts fitted over and under the girl's breasts, and when they
were cinched up tight in back, the belts made her tits stick out like
soccer balls on her chest.  There was a wide black belt to go around the
girl's waist, but nothing at all to cover her pussy or her ass.  Each
outfit had a pair of black ankle strap pumps with six-inch heels and very
long pointed toes, almost impossible to walk in or even stand up for very
long without extreme pain in the girl's ankles and calves.  The ankle
straps had a metal hasp and a small padlock, to lock the shoes on the
girl's feet so she couldn't take them off until Wendy unlocked her.  Helen
looked at the other girls, and she could see they were all thinking the
same thing -- what a little bitch Wendy was!  But they all knew she was the
boss, and there was no way to get out of this, so they took off their
clothes and put on the outfits.  Wendy came in just as they were finishing,
and she said the belts were too loose.  She stood behind each woman and
cinched up the belts so tight that they could barely breathe.  She also
tightened the belts around their waists, making their hips flare out below
their smaller waists.  When she was done, Sharon's breasts were sticking
out lewdly, sagging a little despite the pressure from the belts, because
her breasts were just so big.  Echo's cone-shaped breasts stuck out even
before she put on the belts, and the belts seemed to firm them up like
steel.  Her dark pink areolas looked huge and puffy, and her nipples were
longer and thicker than seemed possible, almost like her thumbs had been
attached to her breasts.  The nipples were a very deep pink, and just
begged to be sucked.  Teresa's small breasts were transformed by the
pressure of the belts, and they stuck out obscenely.  She was a redhead
like Echo, and had freckles across the top of her breasts.  Even Helen's
sagging, wrinkled breasts were firmed up by the belts, and she couldn't
believe how big they looked as she stared down at them.  Her thick nipples
were poking out, so hard and long, and she felt a jolt of excitement run up
her spine.

   But Wendy she had one more thing for them to wear.  She opened a drawer
and took out four black leather slave collars and told the girls to put
them on.  They also had locks to prevent them being taken off, and Wendy
locked each one with a small padlock.  Then she took out four large dildos,
twelve inches long and shaped like an erect black cock, and told the girls
to hang them from the metal rings on their slave collars.  She grinned at
the girls and told them, "These are for any of the men that don't want to
stick their cocks in your pussies -- they can screw you with the dildo
instead." She opened the door and pushed her girls out the door into the
main room of the suite.

   CHAPTER 35: The Sex Party Begins

   There were about 20 men in the room, all fully dressed, having drinks
and snacks, and they all looked at the girls as they paraded through the
doorway.  Helen recognized Wendy's father, Bob, who had visited the Post
several times.  She also saw Patrick and one other man from CAI who worked
with her at the Post, plus several Post employees, but the rest of the men
were strangers to her.  She could see Patrick looking at her bare breasts,
and she felt her face redden with embarrassment.  Wendy had told the girls
to mingle with the men, and Helen went over to Patrick and smiled and asked
if he was enjoying the party.  He was a very fat man, sweating in the warm
room and wiping his face with a handkerchief frequently, and she saw his
red face get even redder as he tried to pretend not to look at her bare
body.  The belt around her waist made her hips feel very large and wide,
and it was hard to stand there in her "fuck me" shoes.  The six-inch heels
made her teeter with every step, and her ankles were already aching.  She
could see Echo talking to Bob, and the other girls had found men to talk
to. The man beside Sharon reached out and took her left nipple in his
fingers and squeezed it, and Helen could see the pain sweep across Sharon's
face before she could hide it, but then she smiled and pretended she
enjoyed it.  The man set his drink down on a table and put both hands on
her breasts, fondling her while Sharon tried to smile.  The man with Teresa
was running his hands along her bare arms and across her face, then down to
her breasts, making her tremble as he caressed her.  Echo's man was leaning
down to lick one of her nipples, and she smiled stiffly as she glanced over
at Helen.  Now Patrick put one hand on Helen's left shoulder tentatively,
then slid it down to her breast.  She gasped as her nipple stiffened
noticeably, and her body jerked involuntarily as he brushed two fingers
across her nipple.  He moved his hand to her right breast and did the same
thing, looking at the floor as he toyed with her.  Then he seemed to gather
his courage, and put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down
on her knees in front of him.  He motioned to his zipper, and Helen knew
what he wanted.  She opened his pants and took out his cock, and it was
already stiff -- or as stiff as it was going to get.  She remembered how
small his cock was from the day Wendy had made her and Sharon and Echo suck
him off at work at the Post, and it hadn't gotten any bigger -- in fact, it
wasn't fully erect, and Helen realized he wasn't used to having sex with
other people in the same room.

   Helen glanced around while she was sucking Patrick's cock, and saw that
Bob was leading Echo into one of the bedrooms off the main room of the
suite.  Sharon was on her knees in front of another man, sucking his cock,
and Teresa was laying on her back on the carpet.  A man was unzipping his
pants as he stood looking down at her nakedness, and he rubbed his cock a
little to get it hard.  Even on her back, Teresa's breasts stuck straight
up excitingly, because of the belts cinched around them, and her nipples
poked out an inch or more.  The man got down between her open legs and
inserted his cock in her slit, making her gasp as he forced it in, and then
he started to fuck her while the other men watched.  Teresa looked around
at them with embarrassment on her face, then closed her eyes as her body
jerked back and forth from the man's thrusts.  She moaned a little, and the
man didn't take long to cum inside her.  When he was done, he didn't say a
word to her -- just stood up and put his cock back in his pants and picked
up his drink.  Teresa was still laying there with her legs open, and a
string of semen trailed down one leg almost to her knee, from where it had
leaked out of the man's cock as he was dismounting her.  Another man
stepped over to her, and without a word he pushed her legs further apart
and got down on his knees and unzipped his pants.  Teresa looked at the
ceiling while he penetrated her, making a quiet moaning sound when the full
length of his cock was inside her, and then he fucked her while her cunt
was still warm and wet from the first man.  It only took a few minutes for
the second man to ejaculate heavily in Teresa's pussy, grunting with
satisfaction as he dumped his load.  He pulled out of her and stood up,
dribbling some sperm across her breasts as he got to his feet.  He
announced in a loud voice.  "This little whore is a great fuck, guys --
better get some before she gets all loose and sloppy." The men laughed, and
Teresa closed her eyes as tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks. 
Another man came over to her, and her face showed just how disgusted she
felt about what was happening to her.  But she knew Wendy might be
watching, so she tried to smile as her third fucker got between her legs.

   Helen brought Patrick to a climax, swallowing his small load, and he
quickly zipped up and went off to get a drink.  Two more men were standing
there, and they told Helen to suck both their cocks.  She smiled up at
them, trying to look sincere, and they reached down and pinched her nipples
as she was unzipping their pants.  As she started to suck the cocks, she
noticed Echo coming out of the bedroom with Bob, Wendy's father.  Echo's
face was grim, and Helen could see why: she had some small cuts across the
tops of her breasts, and one of her nipples was bleeding.  She had two
smaller cuts on her face, one on her forehead and one on her left cheek
near the corner of her mouth.  As Helen scanned down her body, she saw more
cuts on Echo's legs and thighs.  What in the world happened in that
bedroom?!  Helen could see thick white semen dripping out of Echo's slit,
so apparently Bob had screwed her while he was cutting her.  But he hadn't
left all his sperm inside her -- Helen could see streaks of jism glistening
on her face and in her eyes.  As Echo turned away, Helen saw her buttocks
had long vertical cuts angling down from her waist and entering her ass
crack, apparently extending to her anus.  All the cuts were bleeding a
little, and Echo went into the room where they had gotten dressed for the
party.  Helen started sucking faster on the two cocks, and she was able to
get the two men to cum in her mouth.  She swallowed each load, and the men
told her she was a great cocksucker.  She thanked them, then quietly stood
up and went to the dressing room.

   Echo was sitting on the bed crying, and Helen sat down beside her.  Echo
was trying to apply some unguent to her cuts, but she couldn't reach all of
them.  When Helen sat down beside her, she dissolved in tears, and Helen
held her while she cried.  Eventually she choked out the whole story -- Bob
had used her like a cheap whore.  He made her kneel in front of him while
he used his pocket knife to cut her on the tops of her breasts, watching
her face the and enjoying her fear and humiliation, and then he told her he
was going to take one of her eyes.  Echo said she was terrified when he
held the point of the knife in front of her face and told her to pick which
eye she wanted to keep.  Echo had pleaded with him through her tears,
begging him not to hurt her, and then he told her to unzip his pants and
take out his cock.  He was fully erect, excited by what he had been doing
to Echo, and he told her to suck him.  But after a few minutes, he had
jerked his cock out of her mouth and slapped her, then gave her a cut on
her forehead.  He held the knife in front of her nose and told her he was
going to stick it in her nostril, and she begged him again to stop hurting
her, and then he cut her cheek a little.  He told her to lay down on the
bed on her stomach, and she felt his knife on her buttocks as he made two
long cuts.  He made her hold her ass cheeks open with both hands, and he
trailed the knife from her waist all the way down to her anus, twice, while
she sobbed with her face buried in the pillow.  He told her to turn over on
her back, and made her lift her legs in the air and spread them, her knees
bent, her slut shoes dangling in the air.  Then he started cutting her legs
and thighs, small cuts that didn't bleed much, but it terrified Echo when
he moved the knife to her inner thighs, only a few inches below her pussy.
He ran the knife along her slit, making her whole body go rigid with fear,
and then he put the point of the knife directly on her clitoris and asked
her if she liked to have orgasms.  Echo tried to tell him yes, but she was
crying so much, he couldn't hear her.  He poked her clit with the knife,
and Echo screamed, but Bob held a pillow over her face so she couldn't be
heard.  He fondled her clit with the knife, and Echo couldn't help having
an involuntary orgasm, more like a spasm.  Bob laughed and said, "Pussy
likes her orgasms, doesn't she?" He brought her to three more forced
orgasms the same way, then put the knife away and got on top of her.  He
had a long cock, not very wide, and he drove it into Echo's vagina
savagely. He seemed to be trying to penetrate her cervix with the head of
his cock, and the pain was intense as he thrust viciously.  The inner walls
of her pussy were raw and sore by the time he was ready to cum, and his
final thrusts made her grit her teeth to keep from screaming in pain.  But
he didn't dump his full load in her twat -- he gave her a few spurts, then
somehow was able to stop cumming while he jerked his cock out of her pussy
painfully and quickly moved up to her face, where he dumped the bulk of his
thick ropey semen.  It got in Echo's eyes and nose, and Bob told her to
sniff it up her nose and swallow it.  Echo was totally disgusted, but she
did as she was told, and that excited Bob enough to earn her several more
spurts on her face before he was finished.  When he let her stand up, she
started to wipe the cum off her face, but he told her to leave it -- "show
the guys how much you love my sperm." So she had to go with him back into
the large room, with his semen dripping down her cheeks and oozing out of
her pussy.  She died a little inside when she saw the other men looking at
her and laughing at her and calling her a hot little whore.

   Echo wanted to leave then, just grab her clothes and walk out the door,
but Helen knew that would be a disaster for all the girls.  She had no
doubt Wendy would fire all of them, so she talked to Echo quietly, rubbing
her shoulders gently and helping her apply ointment to her cuts.  She told
Echo some of the things that had been done to her in her life, and some of
it was so disgusting, it deflected Echo's concern away from what Bob had
done to her.  And Helen reminded Echo that Teresa was out there in the
large room on her back with at least three loads of sperm inside her
already, and Sharon was out there giving blowjobs.  Echo agreed to go back
out, and Helen took her hand as they went through the door.

   CHAPTER 36: Sharon and Teresa Get Some Action

   The first thing they saw was Sharon, standing up but bending over so her
upper body was parallel to the floor.  Men were all over her -- one was
standing behind her, thrusting into her cunt, while another was sitting on
the floor under her with his head tilted back, sucking on her large breasts
as they hung down.  A third man was standing in front of her while she
sucked his cock, and two more men were standing on either side of him while
Sharon masturbated them with her hands on their cocks.  And then Helen
noticed a sixth man, standing beside Sharon and masturbating on her back as
she bent over.  He was rubbing the head of his cock over her back as he
masturbated, cupping his balls with his other hand and massaging them to
make his climax better.  He grunted a few times, then dumped his load on
Sharon's naked back as the other men continued using her.  The man in her
mouth was next to cum.  He clamped his lips tightly as he approached his
climax, and put his hands on Sharon's head and held her in place when he
started to ejaculate.  His load was huge, and Sharon gagged on it, trying
to swallow it all, but some of the jism dripped off her lips and down to
the floor.  Her body was jerking from the thrusts of the man fucking her
from behind, and now the man sucking her tits stood up and came around in
front of her so she could give him a blowjob.  Her mouth was still wet with
the first man's cum as the second man put his cock in her mouth and told
her to suck it.  As she started mouthing the cock, one of the men she was
masturbating reached his climax.  He grabbed his cock out of her hand and
moved in close so he could ejaculate in her hair, leaving long strings of
cum all through her long brown hair.  Some of the cum ran down into her
ears and onto her face as she continued sucking the other man's cock.  A
few moments later, the other man she was masturbating was ready to cum, and
he reached for one of her dangling tits and dumped his load on her breast
and nipple, rubbing his cock roughly into her soft flesh to prolong his
climax.  Now only two men were fucking Sharon, one in her cunt and one in
her mouth, and the man in her cunt climaxed first.  He had been screwing
her for a long time, and his load was massive.  His body spasmed again and
again as he dumped his sperm inside her, holding her hips in place as he
finished.  When he was done, he pulled out of her twat and gave her a hard
slap across her ass, and told her she was a pretty good fuck.  Sharon was
still sucking the last man's cock, and as he watched the man climax in her
pussy, he groaned and spurted his load in her mouth, This time she
swallowed it all, gulping down his thick cum like it was cream.

   The men went to get a drink, leaving Sharon standing there with cum
oozing out of her cunt and her mouth, and globs of sperm all in her hair.
She was covered with sweat from the exertion of servicing six men at one,
and she was teetering in her high heels, so Helen and Echo went to her and
steadied her.  Sharon was embarrassed to be seen looking like that, and
tried to wipe the warm semen off her face and lips, but Helen told her it
was OK.  Then Sharon saw what had been done to Echo, and her eyes blazed as
she muttered curses against Wendy and her father.  Sharon's eyes filled
with tears as she looked at the cuts on Echo's beautiful body, and she
touched her arm and tried to reassure her.  Then the girls heard some of
the men cheering and whooping, and they moved around so they could see what
was happening -- and there was Teresa, bending forward over the back of the
sofa with her round little ass totally exposed.  Her legs were spread, and
two men were taking turns whipping her with canes.

   Wendy had provided some S&M implements that were there on the floor --
whips, paddles, nipple clamps, butt plugs, dildos, and some other items. 
While Teresa0 was being caned, several other men stood in front of the
sofa, masturbating in her face and on her head.  As each man reached his
climax, he would move in close so he could dump his load on Teresa's cheeks
or forehead or in her long red hair.  She already had big globs of cum all
through her hair, and sperm was dripping off her face onto the sofa.  She
was screaming with each stroke of the cane on her ass, and Wendy was
getting worried about the noise, so one of the men found a gag in the pile
on the floor and brought it over.  Wendy took it and forced Teresa's head
back so she could insert the gag in her mouth.  The gag consisted of a
short dildo shaped like an erect black cock, about four inches long,
attached to a leather strap with a buckle in back.  The dildo was inserted
in Teresa's mouth, then Wendy buckled the strap behind her head.  The dildo
was short enough so the girl could take it in her mouth without gagging,
but long enough so it filled her mouth completely and prevented any loud
screaming.  The men behind Teresa each gave her a stroke with their canes,
and her screams were much less noticeable.

   Caning is the most painful sort of whipping that exists, especially for
a woman.  The cane leaves unmistakable marks, and the severity depends on
the force of the blows.  At impact, there is a white mark that develops
into a pink mark in a few seconds.  If the cut is stronger, the borders
will be darker, marking finally two parallel lines -- "train tracks." The
two "rails" can be from a dark pink to raised purple welts, which the next
day will be black, and that will turn to a rainbow of colors before
disappearing.  If the blow was savage, the skin will be so stretched that
it will break at the borders, leaving two separate red wounds.  The red
marks will disappear in hours, and the purple ones in one to three weeks --
but the wounds can leave the skin scarred for life.

   The pain of the impact is felt in two different stages: first, a dull
pain when the cane hits the skin, and after a few seconds, a more acute
pain, a burning sensation that originates deep inside, spreads all over the
areas and increases with time, that has been compared to a hot oil burn or
to being branded with a red hot metal rod.  The pain is not immediate.  It
increases with time, reaching its peak some seconds after the impact.  A
sadistic torturer waits a few seconds between strokes, so that the next one
arrives when the first is at its peak.

   The pain is cumulative, but not linear.  It seems to increase with each
cut until the third or so.  The rest of the blows just maintain the pain at
its peak, making the ordeal last longer.  And six is not just the double of
three, it feels as many times more.  If welts are raised, the receiver will
not be able to sit, at least not comfortably, for several days.  After a
severe beating given with a thick and long cane by a strong man, usually
cutting the skin, the receiver could be bedridden for a week.

   Caning or whipping a woman is much safer on the buttocks and upper back
than on the breasts.  Breasts contain fatty tissue, lymph glands, milk
ducts, and blood vessels, but little of the muscle mass that can endure
much more abuse than fatty tissue.  Heavy caning or whipping of fatty areas
like the breasts can result in ruptured tissue and deep internal bleeding,
and can leave knots of subdural scar tissue that will increase the chances
of breast cancer.  The men were beating Teresa on her buttocks, each man
striking the buttock on the opposite side of her body, but they were
getting bored with it.  One of the men in front of her, rubbing his cock
and nearing his climax, told them to turn her over -- "work on her tits."
He ejaculated in her eyes, and when he was finished, the two men with the
canes stood her up and turned her around so the sofa was behind her, and
then they pushed her down on her knees.  Her arms were pulled out straight
and tied to the arms of the sofa with ropes around her wrists, and this
left her breasts completely exposed and unprotected.  But Wendy said the
belts were too loose, so Teresa's arms were released so Wendy could lean
her forward and cinch up the belts tighter, making it very hard for Teresa
to breathe.  Her arms were retied, and now her breasts stuck out
flagrantly, looking like two soccer balls stuck on her chest.  The two men
with the canes tried a few stroked across Teresa's breasts, and were
rewarded with short, desperate screams that were mostly muffled by her gag.
Then they started working on her in rhythm, leaving a few seconds between
the strokes to allow the pain to build up, and in a very short time Teresa
was almost crazy with pain and desperation.

   Most of the men were watching Teresa being tortured, and Helen, Echo and
Sharon hadn't been noticed standing in a corner of the room.  All three of
them were aghast at what was going on, but they were afraid to move, for
fear of being pulled into the action of the sex party.  They stood there,
frozen in place, trying to think of a way to get back into the other room
where their clothes were -- but then Wendy saw them and told them to join
the party.  The men noticed Sharon's big breasts, and decided she would be
more fun to whip than Teresa, whose tits were much smaller.  Sharon seemed
about to run out of the room when two of the men took her arms and forced
her over behind the sofa.  They untied Teresa and made Sharon get down on
her knees.  Wendy came over and cinched up the belts around Sharon's chest,
making her big boobs stick out lewdly.  Her face was a real turn-off, and
her tits sagged a lot normally, but the belts made them look like
overfilled balloons.  The men tied her arms to the sofa, so she couldn't
protect herself at all.  They wanted Teresa to watch Sharon being whipped,
and they told her to squat next to Sharon and fondle her own breasts while
they worked on Sharon's jugs.  Teresa was still crying from the pain of her
beating, but she did as she was told, and Wendy came over and unbuckled the
gag and took it out of her mouth.  Wendy saw one of the men masturbating,
and held the dildo part of the gag in front of his cock so he could anoint
it with his semen.  He climaxed, dumping his load all over the dildo, and
Wendy quickly stuck it in Sharon's mouth and buckled the strap behind her
head.  Sharon's face showed her disgust at suddenly having a mouthful of
cum, but she had to swallow it, and her throat rippled a few times as she
gulped it down.

   None of the men seemed interested in Helen or Echo for the moment, which
was just fine with them.  They tried to be invisible as they stood there
side by side and watched the men starting to hit Sharon with the canes. 
The first stroke made Sharon scream, but the gag muffled it.  She received
three strokes on each breast, and the canes raised immediate welts that
looked angry and red.  The men tried hitting her on the undersides of her
boobs, the force of the blows raising the breasts for a moment before they
settle back down, bouncing and jiggling like jelly.  The belts kept
Sharon's big jugs mostly firm, but they were just so big and saggy that
they were still flaccid and bounced wildly when they were hit with the
canes.  Sharon's cheeks were wet with tears from the burning pain, but the
men were mostly laughing and commenting on her body.  The men beating her
decided to have a contest to see who could hit her directly across her
nipple.  Sharon's face was frozen with anguish and her eyes widened, but
there was nothing she could do.  The first man hit her left breast, but the
cane was a little high and raised a welt across the top edge of her areola.
Sharon let out a short, intense scream through the gag, and sweat broke out
on her face.  The other man swung his cane, striking her right breast a
little below the areola, making the breast jiggle wildly as Sharon screamed
again.  The first man tried again, and this time his cane was slightly low,
hitting her areola just below the nipple.  Sharon's scream was just as loud
as before, but the men ignored her.  The second man took another turn, this
time almost missing Sharon's breast entirely.  The cane hit near the top of
the breast, and some of the force was absorbed by the belt around her tits.
The first man tried again -- and this time he found his target.  The cane
whistled through the air and landed directly across Sharon's left nipple,
raising a deep red welt across the front of her tit and running through her
areola and the nipple.  The pain was unbelievable, like an ice pick had
been stabbed into her nipple.  Sharon's nipples had always been sensitive,
and the jolt of pain shot through her body like electricity.  She went
rigid all over and her face turned white, like the blood had been drained
out of it.  She was too stunned to scream, but then the pain deepened and
took control of her, and her scream was really something to hear.  It
seemed to go on forever, then ended abruptly as her head fell down onto her
upper chest.  She was exhausted by the ordeal, and the men stopped for a
minute because they wanted her completely conscious.  Then she lifted her
head slowly, her eyes bleary with tears -- and the second man brought his
cane down on her right breast, striking her directly on the nipple.  But he
was holding his cane a little further up on the handle, and the tip of the
cane bit into the center of Sharon's erect nipple.  Blood immediately
started to dribble down her breast, and another scream was torn from her
throat.  It looked like part of the nipple had been torn away by the force
of the blow, and the second man was declared the winner of the contest. 
There was applause as he accepted congratulations, and for a moment
everyone ignored Sharon and her injured breasts.

   CHAPTER 37: A Nasty Turn for Wendy

   Helen and Echo had had enough.  They looked at each other, and they both
made the decision at the same moment.  Echo stepped over to Wendy and
called out in a loud voice, "Hey, guys, what about your hostess?  She's
just been watching so far -- don't you think she might enjoy some of your
action herself?" Echo reached out and pinched Wendy's nipple, and Wendy's
jaw dropped.  What the hell was going on here?!  She backed up a step, and
motioned to Echo and Helen as she said to the men, "Look at these little
sluts -- all dressed up and no one to blow.  Anybody got some hard cocks to
put in their fucking mouths?" The men hesitated, uncertain of who was
controlling the party now.  Echo seized the moment, bending down quickly
and picking up a strap-on dildo from the pile of sex toys of the floor. 
She held it up.  "How about this, guys -- I'll fuck Helen with this thing
while you all screw Wendy.  How about THAT?!" Without waiting, she put the
belt around her waist and brought the dildo up against her pussy.  It was a
double dildo, with a ten-inch shaft extending from each side of the belt,
so the wearer was penetrated as well as the girl she was fucking with it.
Echo spread her legs a little and inserted the tip of the inner dildo in
her slit, then pushed it inside her, licking her lips as it slid into her
vagina.  When it was all inside her, she fastened the leather belt around
her waist, tightening the strap that went down between her legs and
bringing the outer dildo up into position like a man's erect cock.  Helen
took her cue, getting down on her knees and starting to suck the dildo like
it was a real cock.  Echo put both hands on Helen's head and pulled her
against her groin, thrusting her hips a little as she pretended to enjoy
the blowjob.

   The men were watching with fascination, and not paying any attention to
Wendy, who started moving slowly toward the other room.  She knew what kind
of things happen at sex parties when they get out of control, but she
thought she had the upper hand.  She was getting close to the doorway when
she heard Echo's voice crack like a whip.  "Don't let her get away, guys!"
Two men grabbed Wendy's arms and shoved her back into the room, near where
Helen was sucking on Echo's dildo.  Echo mimed an orgasm, her whole body
quivering as Helen kept sucking the dildo, and then Echo smiled a little
and whispered to the men, "Why don't you show Wendy what studs you are?"
Wendy made an odd noise in her throat, a sort of panicked gasp, as the men
forced her down on the carpet.  They made her lay on her back, and two of
them held her legs apart so her unshaven bush was exposed, looking like a
jungle thicket where small animals lived.  The stench of her unwashed cunt
rose up like swamp gas, and the men looked at her with contempt.  A woman's
vagina tends to smell like fish even if she washes and douches every day,
because her internal genitals are wet and slimy and constantly get
infected. Men like a vagina that smells sweet and light, which most women
can attain briefly with lots of washing and powdering and perfuming -- but
Wendy's fuckhole smelled like a sewer, and globs of her vaginal secretions
had dried in her thick pubic hair, making her whole body smell like rotting
garbage, like a festering wound that won't heal.  This objectionable smell
turned the men angry and resentful, and they needed to take out their anger
on someone -- and that person was Wendy.

   One of the men upended the coffee table and broke off one of the legs.
The piece of wood was 16 inches long, and tapered from four inches down to
two inches wide.  The man brought it over to where Wendy was laying on the
carpet and held it up so the others could see it -- and then he held the
narrow end and put the wide end up against Wendy's slit.  She was
struggling, trying to get up, but two more men were holding her shoulders
and she was helpless.  The man between her legs started to work the table
leg into her vagina, and Wendy screamed as the splintery wood made contact
with her body, One of the other men shoved a towel into her mouth to gag
her, and the penetration of her twat continued.  The man was spreading her
cunt lips with one hand while he forced the table leg into her slit with
the other, but the table leg was so big, there was no way Wendy's vagina
could accommodate it.  That didn't stop the man -- he just kept pushing
harder and harder, and finally the piece of wood ripped into Wendy's gaping
snatch, tearing the walls of her vagina as it moved deeper inside her. 
Wendy's face was covered with sweat and she was gasping, trying to breathe
as the pain between her legs overwhelmed her.  The big piece of wood filled
her vagina now, and as it came in contact with her cervix, Wendy shuddered
in panic and fear.  She knew her body was being badly damaged internally,
but she was totally powerless to stop it.  She was howling in pain, but the
towel in her mouth muffled most of the sounds of her anguish.

   Helen was watching all this out of the corner of her eye as she sucked
on the dildo between Echo's legs, and she could see Echo was watching, too
-- but neither of them did anything to stop what the men were doing to
Wendy.  A few of the men were watching Helen and Echo, so they needed to
keep up the sex play.  Every time Helen took the dildo deep in her mouth,
the pressure forced the internal dildo deeper into Echo's pussy, so it was
easy for Echo to look like she was having a good time.  They were both
enjoying the sounds Wendy was making, because they hated her for what she
had done to them, making them her prostitutes and taking most of their
money.  It felt good to see the filthy little bitch get what she deserved
for a change.  Just then, Helen felt something between her legs, and
realized one of the men was standing behind her as she sucked the dildo. 
The man had moved his foot in under Helen's ass and between her legs and he
had raised the toe of his shoe so it was in her slit.  He moved his shoe a
little, the leather sliding easily in Helen's wet pussy, and Helen gave a
little moan to make him think she loved it.  She glanced up and saw Echo
smiling lewdly at the man, and he reached out above Helen's head and took
Echo's nipples in his fingers and started rolling them, and she closed her
eyes and swayed a little, to make him think she was enjoying it.  The man
was fondling both girls at the same time, and Helen put one hand down
between her legs and pressed the toe of his shoe up into her slit, moving
her hips as she humped her pussy on the shoe.

   Now another man came up and stood behind Echo.  He bent her forward a
little at the waist, and took out his cock.  He spread her ass cheeks apart
with both hands, and put the head of his cock up against her anus.  She
still had the internal dildo from the strap-on in her pussy, and now the
man behind her forced the head of his cock past her anal sphincter into her
rectum, making her grunt with pain.  Both of her holes were filled, and the
man held her firmly by her hips and started thrusting into her ass.  Echo's
sphincter and rectum were very flexible because of all the times she let
her dogs fuck her in the ass, and once the head of the man's cock was past
her sphincter, the pain wasn't too bad.  She began to enjoy it, and she
looked down at Helen and motioned for her to stand up.  Helen obeyed, and
Echo pulled her closer so she could insert the dildo in Helen's pussy.  The
two girls' faces were just inches apart, and now they each had a dildo in
their vagina.  Echo started thrusting into Helen's snatch, timing her
thrusts with the man fucking her in the ass.  And then the man standing
behind Helen stepped up close to her and took out his cock so he could
screw her in the ass.  The four people formed an odd-looking group standing
there, with the two men and Echo thrusting in rhythm, and Helen just
holding on as Echo screwed her with the dildo.  Echo was going crazy, with
a plastic cock in her pussy and a real one up her ass.  She stood on her
tiptoes in her "fuck me" shoes so the man behind her could get deeper in
her ass, and she moaned a little as his big cock filled her bowel
completely.  Helen was sweating like a pig as she received Echo's thrusts
in her cunt and the man's thrusts in her asshole.

   Both men started to cum at the same time.  They made rutting animal
sounds as they reached their climaxes, and then Helen stared into Echo's
eyes as they both received huge loads of sperm up the ass.  Echo's face was
dripping with sweat as she moaned a little, and she reached out and held
Helen's breasts in her hands, massaging them roughly and making Helen's
whole body quiver with orgasms.  Helen took Echo's tits in her hands and
returned the favor, and Echo spasmed, then leaned forward and kissed her,
their tongues invading each other's mouth like two hungry snakes.  The men
finally pulled out of their asses, and Echo carefully pulled the dildo out
of Helen's twat.  Echo unfastened the belt and dropped the strap-on, and
she and Helen hugged each other, their breasts pressed together tightly.

   CHAPTER 38: Wendy's Femininity is Destroyed

   The men standing around Wendy suddenly let out a cheer, and Helen and
Echo went over to see what had happened.  The man between her legs had
succeeded in forcing the table leg all the way inside Wendy's pussy, so
only and inch of it protruded from her slit.  He had forced it so far
inside her vagina that it penetrated her cervix, tearing it loose when the
piece of wood penetrated her uterus, destroying any possibility that she
could ever have a baby.  Her uterus collapsed around the table leg,
clinging to it like plastic wrap, and when the piece of wood was removed
from her body, her womb would be torn out.  Wendy didn't know exactly what
had been done to her, but she got a sharp, stabbing pain when her cervix
was torn, and she knew she was being damaged internally.  She was wailing
now, a continuous sound that was muffled by the towel in her mouth, and her
eyes were wide with abject fear.  The fear was producing the same sort of
effect as sexual arousal on her body, causing her vagina to begin
lubricating heavily, and a steady stream of yellowish fluid was oozing out
of her cunt and running down the curve of her ass onto the carpet.  The
smell of the slimy fluid was really something -- like a mixture of raw
sewage and dead fish.  It was hard to believe something that smelled like
that could come out of a human being -- one that was still alive, at least
-- and some of the men were holding their noses or breathing through
handkerchieves they hastily took out of their pockets.  At that moment, the
high stress of being tortured caused Wendy to lose control of her bowels.
Her anal sphincter relaxed involuntarily, and a load of shit was released
from her anus and ran down onto the carpet between her open legs.  Some of
it was solid -- dark brown turds with black flecks in them -- but the rest
was runny, and the smell seemed to fill the whole room, leaving no escape.
The men were getting angry at Wendy for being so filthy and repulsive, for
her total failure to keep her body fragrant and sweet-smelling, which is
the first duty of any woman.  The mood in the room got very dark and
restive, with all of the bad feelings directed straight at Wendy.  It was
bad enough that her cunt smelled so bad -- although that happened to almost
every woman at one time or another, because a vagina is like a cesspool
hidden inside a woman's body, a moist and fetid reservoir of foul-smelling
juices that constantly gets infected and smells even worse than usual --
but now that she had lost control of her bowels, Wendy had lost what little
respect she had among these men.  They all knew she ran brothels at her
client sites, and they thought of her as little better than the prostitutes
she provided.  Now that they had her in a position where they could hurt
her, and she had aggravated her own situation by smelling like she had
maggots in her pussy, there was no stopping the men.

   Echo and Helen watched in awe as the man between Wendy's legs started to
pull the piece of wood out of her cunt.  He could barely get a grip of the
short stub of wood sticking out on Wendy's thick pubic hair, and the wood
was slick with her vaginal secretions, but finally he got hold of it and
started to pull on it.  Wendy's face turned gray as a new kind of pain
swept through her body.  The wood was tearing her uterus out of her body,
and the pain was unimaginable.  Wendy's whole body went rigid as more of
the wood emerged from her vagina, streaked with blood and with globs of the
filthy juices from inside her.  Wendy screamed as more of the wood came out
of her twat, and now the men could see bodily tissue covering the wide
piece of wood -- Wendy's uterus, torn loose from her body.  It was just a
mass of bloody tissue with veins and mucus all over it, but what it
represented was much more important -- Wendy's womanhood, the thing that
defined her femininity and made her special, gave her the ability to
conceive and carry a baby to birth.  Now her genitals were destroyed, and
she would never be able to have children.  She lay there on the carpet, her
legs splayed apart lewdly, the piece of wood between her legs with the
remnants of her uterus clinging to it.  Her face was deep red from the
strain of all the pain she had been given, and tears were still streaming
down her face.

   But it wasn't enough for the men to ruin Wendy's internal genitals.  Now
they wanted to sanitize the foul-smelling hole between her legs, the small
opening lurking deep in the thicket of her filthy pubic hair.  Any woman
that smelled this bad didn't deserve to live an ordinary life.  From the
small kitchen in the suite, one of the men brought a plastic bottle into
the room and held it up.  It was drain cleaner, marked as poison on the
label with the traditional skull and crossbones.  When Wendy blinked her
eyes and finally saw it, she let out an ungodly scream and tried to get up,
but the four men were still holding her arms and legs.  Her eyes widened
with pure terror as the men holding her legs pulled them wider apart, so
her fuckhole was exposed, at least as well as it could be under the smelly
mass of pubic hair that covered her groin.  The large piece of wood had
been removed from her pussy, but it left her cunt lips gaping open, and her
slit was still clearly visible, surrounded by the thick growth of her pubic
hair.  The man holding the bottle removed the cap, then move in closer to
Wendy and got down between her open legs.  He motioned to the men holding
her, and they lifted her long enough for a large cushion from the sofa to
be placed under her ass, elevating her lower body while her upper body
rested on the carpet.  This would insure that the drain cleaner would flow
down into her vagina and not leak out of her body when it was poured into
her slit.  Wendy was struggling madly now, and two more men came and held
her ankles so she couldn't kick.  She kept screaming again and again as the
man between her legs held the bottle above her pussy.  The bottle was
cylindrical, about three inches wide and eight inches long, like a long
wide dildo with a cap on one end.  The man removed the cap, and the strong
odor of ammonia suddenly filled the room, finally masking Wendy's bodily
stench.  Wendy's body was drenched with sweat as she continued to struggle,
but she was totally exposed and unable to protect her body.

   The man brought the neck of the bottle within an inch of Wendy's cunt,
carefully keeping it upright so none of the contents spilled out.  Then,
with one quick motion, he flipped it over and at the same time shoved it
deep into Wendy's hairy pussy.  Only two inches of the base of the bottle
were visible after he forced the rest of the bottle deep into the folds of
Wendy's vagina.  Nothing seemed to happen for a moment -- but then Wendy's
body rose up off the cushion a little, and a horrible scream was torn from
her throat.  She went rigid, her ass several inches above the cushion as
her legs stiffened and locked her in position.  It was like she was
thrusting her groin up to meet the bottle, like she actually wanted the
poisonous fluid inside her body.  The bottle emptied as the drain cleaner
flowed into Wendy's birth canal, then on down into the space where her
uterus had been.  The poisonous fluid ran into through her vagina into her
Fallopian tubes, then into her ovaries, destroying her remaining internal
genitals.  Since her uterus was gone, the rest of the drain cleaner flowed
into her body cavity, damaging her stomach and liver, and then it reached
her large intestine.  The fluid burned holes in her bowel in several
places, then flowed into her colon and actually bubbled up through her
rectum and out of her anus because of pressure from the intestinal gases in
her digestive system.  The men could hardly believe it when the dark blue
drain cleaner started to run out of her asshole!  Because her hips were
elevated, with her ass higher than her pussy, the fluid leaked down toward
her slit and re-entered her vagina to do more damage there.  It seemed like
there was a faint hissing sound, like acid eating through exposed flesh,
and the men finally felt like Wendy had got what she deserved.  They pulled
the cushions out from under her hips, and she fell heavily on the carpet,
her legs wide apart as the drain cleaner started to leak out of her slit.

   The foul odor of Wendy's cunt was mostly masked now by the strong
ammonia smell of the drain cleaner, but the men were sick and tired of
having the stench of her body in their nostrils.  They decided to shave off
her pubic hair, so at least the little bitch would LOOK clean.  They found
a razor in the bathroom, but when one of the men reached for the shaving
cream, the other men shouted him down -- they would shave her dry, so it
would hurt more.  They went back into the big room and two men held Wendy's
legs open while another man got down between her legs and started shaving
her -- or tried to.  Her heavy mass of pubic hair was so thick and matted,
the razor couldn't cut through it, so they found a pair of scissors and
started with that.  Large wads of pubic hair were cut away from Wendy's
groin and put in a pile on the floor.  Finally the thick growth was short
enough to use the razor, and the man scraped it roughly across Wendy's
groin, leaving many nicks and cuts in its wake.  The skin beneath it was
very pale and white and looked sickly.  Wendy's labia were visible now for
the first time, and she had the ugliest pussy any of the men had ever seen.
Her outer lips were puffy and red, but it was her inner labia that were
really repulsive to look at.  The lips were brownish and heavily wrinkled
and flappy and loose, hanging out from the outer labia.  The drain cleaner
had burned her labia badly, and they looked like an open wound between
Wendy's legs.  The man still had the scissors, and he pointed at Wendy's
labia with his eyebrows raised as he looked around.  All the men agreed
with his idea -- and he took the scissors and started to slice off Wendy's
inner pussy lips.  She screamed horribly, a gurgling sound that trailed off
to a whimper, but she was still gagged with the towel.  The wrinkled flesh
of her inner labia came away looking like two dead fish, and the man
dropped them on the floor like trash.  There wasn't a lot of bleeding, and
he stuffed a towel up Wendy's snatch to stop it.

   The men were all looking down at Wendy with open contempt now.  What had
happened to her was her own fault, the price she had to pay for betraying
her womanhood by failing to keep her body clean and fresh as all women
should.  Several of the men had erections, and they were masturbating as
they looked down at Wendy.  As each man neared his climax, he stepped
closer to Wendy so he could cum on her face or her breasts, the warm semen
dribbling down onto her body as she lay there staring vacantly at nothing.
One of the men dumped his load carefully in her eyes, making sure that both
eyes got a huge wad of sperm that made her blink, but she didn't even try
to close her eyes.  One of the men forced her mouth open so he could cum on
her tongue, and she reflexively swallowed his load, gulping down his jism
like she loved it.  Her breasts had several loads of sperm dumped on them,
and the little bitch looked pretty messy.  But all this was still not
enough -- the men wanted to show Wendy how low she was, wanted to make her
remember this day for the rest of her miserable life.  Someone noticed a
potted plant in the corner, in a large tub of gravel, and two of the men
rolled it over next to Wendy.  One of them squatted between her legs and
leaned in close, so his lips were only inches from her semen-coated face.
He told her, "We're going to pack your useless cunt full of gravel...  I
hope this hurts you a lot." He reached down between her legs and removed
the towel, then used both hands to spread her outer labia, wrenching her
lips wide apart and making her grunt in pain, while another man used a
large cup to scoop up a load of gravel from the pot.  He held the cup over
the gaping hole between Wendy's legs -- and then he tilted the cup, and the
gravel and small rocks began spilling into her fuckhole.  Wendy's screams
were continuous now, fairly loud even though they were muffled by the towel
stuffed in her mouth.  The men watched with fascination as a second cup of
rocks and gravel was poured into Wendy's twat, disappearing inside her body
like the first one.  The little bitch was a bottomless pit!  A third cup of
gravel was poured into her cunt, and finally it started to fill up.  But it
took one more cup to fill her up completely.  Wendy's face was covered with
sweat, and tears of pain and humiliation were running down her cheeks.  But
the man between her legs wasn't quite done with her.  He put a towel over
her cunt so he wouldn't hurt his hand -- and then he pushed his fist down
on the load of gravel in Wendy's vagina, forcing the small rocks and gravel
deeper into her ruined pussy.  Wendy's body jerked as more pain shot
through her midsection.  The men left her there, laying in her own feces,
with semen all over her face and breasts, and gravel spilling out of her
vagina.

   CHAPTER 39: After the Sex Party

   Helen and Echo were huddled together in one corner of the room as the
men left.  Some of the men looked at them as they were leaving, but none of
them were interested in any more fucking now.  They wanted to get out of
there and away from the sorry sight of Wendy laying there on the floor. 
They found Sharon on the floor behind one of the upholstered chairs, and
Teresa had gone back in the changing room.  The four women took off the
damn stripper outfits and threw them in a trash can.  Then Echo realized
they didn't have the keys to unlock the slut shoes they were all wearing.
Helen started opening drawers in the dresser, and found where Wendy had
left her clothes -- and there were the keys.  The women unlocked the shoes
and took them off and added them to the trash, and then they got dressed as
fast as they could.  They were waiting for the elevator when they saw
Wendy's father, Bob, come out the door to the stairwell and head for the
suite.  He didn't notice them, and they quickly slipped into the elevator.
They had no idea what was going to happen now, but one thing was certain --
Wendy wouldn't be running any prostitutes anytime soon.  Helen and Echo
walked back to the Post to get their cars and drive back to the hotel, then
they both parked where they could see the main entrance.  It was only a few
minutes before Bob came out, supporting Wendy as he walked her over to a
big car the valet had brought up.  She had a blanket around her, but Helen
could see she still had her "fuck me" shoes on.  Well, nobody would be
doing THAT for a while, for sure.  Helen signaled to Echo and they both
drove off, heading for Echo's home in Silver Spring.  Echo had invited
Sharon and Teresa to come over, and they were there when Echo and Helen
arrived.  The women went inside, and the first thing on all their minds was
to wash off the filth of the sex party -- the sweat, the sperm, and most of
all the anxiety.  Echo had a large tub with a shower, and all four of the
women stripped naked and got in there together.  It was a little tight, but
rubbing against each other felt good now, and they spent more than half an
hour slowly cleaning themselves and each other, washing off all traces of
the pigs that had been fucking them and hurting them.  They dried each
other and applied ointment to the cuts on their bodies, and then they all
fell naked onto Echo's king-size bed.  For a while they just lay there,
exhausted physically and mentally, and rested quietly, dozing a little. 
Eventually Echo woke up, and turned to find Teresa nestled up against her.
They were both redheads, and Echo stroked Teresa's hair gently until she
opened her eyes.  Echo moved her head down and kissed her, both of them
savoring the sweet taste of another woman's mouth.  Echo moved her hand to
Teresa's breast, and Teresa made the exact same move, and they smiled at
each other.  The smiles faded slowly as they both enjoyed the knowing touch
of a woman's hand on their breasts, caressing, pinching lightly, and
stroking the nipples to hard erections.  Echo winced when Teresa's hands
made contact with the many small cuts that Bob had made on her body, and
Teresa winced when Echo's hands moved across the welts she had received
during her whipping.  They comforted each other, beginning a healing
process that would take some time.

   Helen was next to Sharon on the bed, and woke up to find Sharon
examining her right nipple, where the cane had struck her.  A small bit of
the nipple had been torn away, and her breasts were covered with angry red
welts from the caning she had received, but her wounds would heal with
time. Helen put her arms around Sharon and held her tight, talking to her
softly and soothing her as only a woman can.  After a while, Helen moved
her head down to Sharon's breasts, then looked up and asked if she could
touch them.  Sharon was flooded with love for her friend, and cradled her
head as Helen nuzzled her big tits gently.  Soon Helen felt some movement
on the bed, and Echo slipped in next to her, putting her arms around Helen
and caressing her breasts.  Teresa had moved over behind Sharon, and was
kissing her back, moving down and gently kissing her buttocks.  The women
comforted each other for hours, very slowly re-engaging the sexual feelings
they had been forced to bury inside themselves during the sex party. 
Finally they formed a daisy chain on the big bed, each woman positioning
her head between the legs of another, and started to work toward a climax.
They went very slowly, stopping at the edge of orgasm and starting again,
and again, driving each other nearer and nearer to orgasm but never quite
reaching it, their bodies beginning to sweat from the sheer raw heat in the
room.  After more than two hours of lovemaking, Echo made a little noise,
like a groan or a moan, and Sharon's mouth on her pussy started to move
aggressively.  Echo stuck her tongue deep into Helen's cunt, and Helen
forced her whole face into Teresa's wet vagina, and Teresa kissed Sharon's
erect clitoris as she rubbed her slit.  All of them were jerking with
little spasms of desire, and now the orgasms began.

   Echo climaxed first, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes as the
orgasm shot through her body.  The other three women exploded a moment
later, all of them making the noises a woman makes when she is supremely
satisfied.  But that wasn't the end -- just the beginning.  All four of
them were capable of multiple orgasms, and the explosions of passion
continued as each woman orgasmed again and again.  Echo couldn't believe
how sensitive her clit was tonight -- the slightest movement of Sharon's
tongue made her cum, and she was exploding like a string of firecrackers,
barely able to breathe, feeling like she might faint from the intensity of
the feelings sweeping through her body.  Every time she had another orgasm,
Echo raked her tongue over Helen's throbbing clit while she moved three
fingers in and out of Helen's slit, finger-fucking her in rhythm with the
movements of her tongue.  Helen was weak from so many orgasms in so short a
time, but she didn't stop working on Teresa's beautiful pussy, licking and
kissing her slit and bringing her to one orgasm after another.  There was a
strong odor permeating the room -- the distinctive odor of wet cunts
flowing with heavy vaginal secretions -- and it inflamed the women even
more, fueling their lovemaking like gasoline thrown on a fire.  But finally
it was just too much physical effort to endure, and they fell back on the
sweat-soaked sheets, now also stained with pussy slime, and fell asleep.

   CHAPTER 40: Back to Work at the Post

   The four women showed up for work on Monday at the Washington Post,
wondering what had happened to Wendy.  They all had johns to be serviced on
the regular schedule, and for the moment they kept turning tricks as usual.
But Wendy didn't show up to collect her 90% cut of the money, so the women
held onto it.  Some of the men that met them in the restrooms or file rooms
had been at the sex party, and Helen noticed more contempt from her johns,
like now they knew she was even lower than they thought.  Echo told Helen
she saw the same thing -- the johns seemed to treat her even more like a
piece of meat, screwing her without saying anything or even looking at her
while they had their cocks inside her.  By the second week, Echo decided
someone should check on Wendy, so she called the CAI headquarters in
Allentown, and they told her Wendy was taking some sick leave.  Echo met
with the other women to talk about what to do now.  They had all hated
working for Wendy, but now Wendy was out of the picture -- and there was
just too much money in prostitution to quit.  They all hated being treated
like pieces of meat by the men that used their bodies -- but for that kind
of money, maybe it was worth it to spread their legs.  It did spice up the
day -- it's hard to get bored at work when you spend a good part of every
day in a restroom bending over a toilet while some man screws you, or
getting on your knees and sucking a cock until it fills your mouth with
warm sperm.  All the women liked sex, and only Teresa was married now --
Sharon was separated from her husband, but the marriage was over -- so
there were no entanglements to deal with.  Echo volunteered to take over
the scheduling that Wendy had handled before, but the main change with
Wendy gone was that the four women would keep ALL the money they made from
prostituting themselves.

   Things went along fine for several weeks, and Helen fell into a pattern
of work mixed with a lot of fucking in the restrooms.  She had a schedule
for every day of the week, as the other women did, and she really tried to
please her johns.  Occasionally a man requested two women at the same time,
and Helen worked with Echo and with Sharon at different times.  She enjoyed
bending over with her hands on her ankles, with Echo beside her in the same
position, both of them with their skirts pulled up around their waists
while a man took turns screwing them.  And Helen liked it when she and
Sharon were told to make love to each other while a man watched them and
masturbated.  Helen loved Sharon's big breasts, so much bigger than her
own, and she liked to nuzzle her face deep into Sharon's boobs while Sharon
lifted them and offered them to her.

   CHAPTER 41: What Happened to Wendy

   About a month after the sex party, Echo told the other women she had
heard what happened to Wendy -- but it was hard to believe.  Her father,
Bob, had taken her to his doctor so her wounds could be handled without any
publicity.  The drain cleaner had eaten through the walls of her vagina and
flowed into her body and burned several other organs, but the most serious
damage was to her lower intestine.  She had holes all through her sigmoid
colon, and her rectum and anus had been almost totally destroyed by the
strong chemicals in the drain cleaner.  The bottom 16 inches of her lower
intestine had to be removed, and the only way to repair the damage to her
rectum and anus was to stretch skin from the inner walls of her buttocks to
cover the opening -- basically, the skin in her ass crack was detached and
stretched across the hole where her anus had been, sealing up the hole
permanently.  It would take six months to heal completely -- and she would
be in severe pain the whole time.  The skin near the anus is packed with
nerve endings, which makes it extremely sensitive, and this is why rectal
pain is so hard to endure.  Wendy's ass was going to itch horribly and ache
like a toothache for at least six months while the skin grew together, and
she would never be completely free of pain in that area.  With her asshole
sealed up, of course it would be impossible to have normal bowel movements,
so she had been fitted with a colostomy bag, usually used for cancer
patients who have had their colons removed.  A small outlet tube was
installed permanently a little below her navel, and she would have to wear
a collection bag for the rest of her life.  It was a humiliating way to
live, and sometimes the bags would break, staining her clothing with feces
and other waste material, but there was no other choice for her.

   The other major damage to Wendy's body was to her reproductive system,
all the way from her labia to her uterus.  Her inner labia had been cut
off, and the wounds could only be dressed -- there was no way to repair the
damage.  The drain cleaner had destroyed her vagina, eating through the
walls of her birth canal as it flowed into her body.  The skin just above
her inner labia, where her pee hole was located, had been burned away by
the drain cleaner, and her external urethral sphincter, a striated muscle
that allows voluntary control over urination, had been destroyed -- so she
had no control of her bladder, and urine was leaking out of her body when
she was brought to the doctor.  A catheter was inserted into her urethra,
and the tube was connected to the tube feeding her colostomy bag, so urine
would flow into the bag along with solid waste from her body.  Her cervix
and uterus had already been torn out of her body when she was raped with
the piece of wood at the sex party, and the drain cleaner completed the
total destruction of her reproductive system when it flowed into her
Fallopian tubes and then into her ovaries, destroying them.  The gravel
that had been packed into what was left of her vagina had removed all hope
of reconstructing it -- the sharp rocks and pebbles had torn the remaining
vaginal tissue to shreds.  She had no internal genitals anymore -- they had
all been destroyed.  Losing her ovaries at such a young age -- she was just
26 -- would mean premature onset of menopause in only a few years, causing
her skin to become dry and wrinkled, and her breasts would shrink and
become flaccid.  One other organ had been destroyed by the chemicals in the
drain cleaner -- Wendy's clitoris.  It was still there when she was brought
in, but it was hanging loosely by a slender thread of tissue.  Her clitoral
hood had been burned away, and her unprotected clitoris was giving her
unbelievable pain.  The clitoral glans is highly sensitive, containing as
many nerve endings as a man's penis, but packed into a much smaller area.
In a normal woman, the clitoris is covered and protected by its hood except
when it becomes enlarged during sexual stimulation -- but Wendy's clitoris
was totally exposed, and every slight movement sent a jolt of pain through
her body like she was being electrocuted.  The doctor had no choice except
to amputate the clitoris, leaving Wendy completely without any genitals
below her waist.  Some skin from her pubic mound was stretched down to
connect with her perineum, leaving just a smooth area of skin where her
vulva used to be.  She looked like a mannequin that hadn't been finished.

   Her father, Bob, had taken care of her for a week after her surgery, but
then he had to go back to work or lose his job -- and this was where the
story got really weird.  From what Echo had been able to find out, Bob had
worked out a very strange arrangement with Patrick, the fat guy that worked
for CAI at the Post along with the women and some other men.  Patrick had
agreed to take care of Wendy during her recovery, at his townhouse in
Germantown, Maryland, north of Washington -- but he wanted to BUY her from
her father.  Bob was angry at first when Patrick made this suggestion, but
Bob soon came to accept Patrick's points: Wendy was just a shell now -- no
longer a real woman, no longer able to work at a normal job, no longer able
to enjoy the attentions of a man.  So Patrick proposed to buy Wendy from
her father, in exchange for Bob's agreement not to get the police involved.
Patrick didn't tell Bob what his plans were, but he did have some.  Patrick
had never had any success with women because of his obesity, and in Wendy
he saw a chance to obtain a love-in girlfriend who could still perform some
sexual functions.  After all, Wendy's mouth was undamaged, and until early
menopause hit her in a few years, her breasts were perfectly functional. 
But Bob didn't want to know any of that -- he just took the money and ran
as far from his daughter as he could get.

   Helen and Sharon had visited Patrick's townhouse before, when he had
invited them and some other CAI people from the Post to watch movies on
tape.  The women were consumed with curiosity about Wendy and her
situation, so Helen asked Patrick about her at the office one day soon
after Echo had found out all she could.  Patrick told Helen she should come
out to visit, and bring Echo and Sharon along.  This was too good a chance
to pass up, so the three women met at Echo's home in Silver Spring and
piled into her car for the trip to Patrick's home.  He had a two-story
townhome with a basement, and as soon as the front door was opened after
Helen rang the doorbell, the women saw what Wendy looked like now, because
it was she who opened the door.  She was naked except for her shoes, which
weren't shoes at all -- they were ballet pumps, which forced the wearer to
stand and walk on her toes when she wore them.  They had 8-inch heels,
since the toes were pointed like a ballet dancer standing en pointe, and
they offered almost no support to the wearer's foot, just an ankle strap to
hold them on.  Most of Wendy's feet were starkly visible in the ballet
pumps, with just her toes encased in stiff leather at the base of the
shoes. She moved aside awkwardly so the women could enter, mumbling
something about coming in, and Helen noticed she kept her mouth almost
closed when she spoke.  She had some old bruises on her face, around her
mouth and on her jaw.  The shocking pale white flesh of her naked body was
broken by a narrow leather belt around her waist with a small plastic bag
hanging from it -- her colostomy bag.  A small plastic tube emerged from an
opening in her skin below her navel and ran over into the top of the bag,
which was about half full of a brownish-yellow liquid with solid matter
floating in it -- feces and urine.  Ugh!  was all Helen could think as she
stared at Wendy, who closed the door and started toward the living room,
stepping carefully to avoid falling down in the ballet pumps.  Patrick was
standing in the living room and welcomed his guests politely, then told
Wendy to bring drinks.  Wendy moved off toward the kitchen with small
careful steps, and Patrick and the women sat down.

   Helen broke the silence in the room by asking Patrick what the hell was
going on.  Patrick smiled and told her what she had already heard, that he
had basically bought Wendy from her father.  He told Helen he assumed she
and the other women there wouldn't have a problem with that, and all the
women nodded.  All the men at CAI had known what Wendy was doing, forcing
her women employees to work as prostitutes and keeping most of the money
for herself, and some of the men actually sided with the prostitutes, even
though they were using the women for sex.  Patrick told Helen and Echo and
Sharon that he had a lot of sympathy for them, which rang a little hollow
as he ran his eyes over their bodies, remembering the day all three of them
had sucked his cock at the office while Wendy watched.  But today was
different, and he knew they wanted to know more about Wendy and what was
going to happen to her.  She came in just then, carrying a tray with drinks
on it, and served the three women and Patrick before she put the tray down.
Then, without a word, she went to Patrick's recliner and sat down on the
floor at his feet, half falling as she tried to sit down while wearing the
ballet pumps.  She looked up at him questioningly, and he nodded silently
-- and Wendy got on her knees in front of him as he spread his knees apart.
She reached up and unzipped his pants and took out his soft cock, and then
she kissed it gently and started to suck it.  There was something odd about
the way she was sucking, and Helen could see Patrick grinning at her over
Wendy's head.  He slapped Wendy's head sharply with his palm, jerking her
head to the side.  He told her to smile at the women, and Wendy slowly
turned her head so she was looking at the three women on the sofa, with her
lips clamped together.  And then she slowly opened her mouth -- it wasn't a
smile, it was like a patient opening her mouth for the doctor -- and the
women saw she had no front teeth at all!  All four of her incisors and her
two canine teeth (cuspids), on the top and the bottom, had been removed,
leaving a giant opening -- a hole -- with just molars on either side in the
back, top and bottom.  Wendy's eyes showed her shame and humiliation, and
the women could see tears of embarrassment running down her cheeks. 
Patrick slapped her head again and said one word to her, harshly: "Suck."
Wendy quickly turned back to him and got down on her knees and took his
cock in her mostly toothless mouth and continued sucking, and Patrick
looked at the women with a cruel grin on his face as he told them, "I had
the little bitch modified -- now she's a great cocksucker, very smooth." He
took her head in both hands and jerked it up and down, masturbating himself
roughly in her mouth while her lips clung to the shaft of his cock and made
loud slurping sounds as she tried to keep sucking.  He told the women, "I
started off by punching her a few times -- thought I'd loosen up her teeth
so the dentist wouldn't have to do too much work." He laughed loudly as the
women stared at him with disbelief.  "You know she deserved it -- that's
what happens to bitches like her that push too hard.  I was trying to break
her jaw, but all I did was loosen most of her teeth so they came right out
at the dentist's office." He thrust his hips a few times, forcing Wendy's
head down onto his cock and making her gag on it.  "Now that her gums are
healed, she's the perfect little cocksucker." He released her head and
laughed, thrusting his hips a little more as she got back into rhythm.  Her
hands were flat on the floor in front of her as she leaned forward on her
knees, so the only contact was her mouth on his cock -- and Helen
remembered the day Wendy had forced her to suck her pussy, with no contact
except Helen's mouth on Wendy's foul-smelling cunt.  Helen smiled a little
at the sight of Wendy with the tables turned, and it was very hard for to
feel any sympathy for the little bitch.

   Wendy was working hard on Patrick's cock, moving her head back and forth
like a piston, trying to get him to cum in her mouth.  Patrick held back as
long as he could, making her suck for more than 20 minutes before he
finally ejaculated.  Wendy gulped down his load greedily, making more
slurping sounds as she sucked the last of his jism down her throat,
squeezing his balls through his pants to get more cum in her mouth.  She
finished by looking up at him and thanking him for cumming in her mouth,
and then she kissed his cock gently, She stood up, waiting for his next
command, and he told her to show the women how her body looked now.  Wendy
stepped over so the three women could see her, and spread her legs,
displaying her body openly.  It was shocking to see a woman -- or whatever
Wendy was now -- with no vagina or labia, just a smooth expanse of skin
going down between her legs.  Patrick told her to turn around, and Wendy
obeyed, moving carefully in her ballet pumps.  After she turned her back to
the women, she bent over and put her hands on her ankles, spreading her
legs so the entire area between her buttocks was totally exposed -- and
just like her vagina, her asshole had disappeared.  Her ass crack was just
a line between her round little buttocks, with no opening at all.  The
women could see urine and feces dripping into the colostomy bag at her
waist, and they shuddered at the thought of what she would have to go
through for the rest of her life.  The only organ even remotely sexual that
she had left was her breasts -- her clitoris, ovaries, uterus and cervix
were all gone, making her something less than a woman.  She couldn't be
fucked between her legs -- her cunt was gone, and her asshole had been
sealed.

   The only hole Wendy had left was her mouth, and after the dental work
Patrick had forced her to have, her mouth was useful for only one purpose
-- sucking a cock.  She literally had no other function in life now, with
her femininity destroyed so completely.  Patrick could see that the three
women were fascinated by Wendy's mouth, and he told her to show it to them.
She obediently stood in front of the sofa and leaned down, opening her
mouth wide so the women could see her pink gums above and below her tongue,
with no teeth in front at all.  Patrick told Wendy to demonstrate a
blowjob, and Wendy went to a cabinet and took out a dildo in the shape of
an erect cock.  It was at least 15 inches long and very wide, three inches
or so.  Wendy brought it back over to the sofa and got down on her knees so
the women could see better as she brought the head of the dildo to her lips
and kissed it.  Then she slid it into her mouth and started to suck it like
it was a real cock.  After a few moments, she drew back her lips in a
grotesque smile so the women could see the dildo sliding smoothly against
her upper and lower gums as she fellated it.  She closed her lips around
the dildo, moving it in and out of her mouth as she made slurping sounds
while she sucked on it.  The women could only imagine how it must feel to
have Wendy's lips and gums sliding along the shaft as she performed a
blowjob.  But then Patrick suggested they could experience something close,
by letting Wendy suck their pussies.

   The idea appealed to all the women, but especially to Helen, who would
never forget the day Wendy forced her to lick out her reeking pussy at
work. The three women stood up and pulled their jeans and thongs down
around their ankles, then sat down and spread their legs lewdly.  Wendy
went to Helen, seeming to realize she was the proper one to start with, and
looked up at her face.  Her voice was soft as she asked, "May I please suck
your pussy?" Helen waited a long moment, then nodded slightly, and Wendy
lowered her head and put her lips on Helen's slit.  She kissed the pussy
lips gently, then opened her mouth and began running her gums over Helen's
labia.  When Wendy's gums touched Helen's clitoris, she exploded in an
orgasm that left her breathless.  Wendy kept licking and sucking, bringing
Helen to four more orgasms in the next few minutes.  Finally Helen pushed
her head away, and Wendy moved over to Sharon and performed cunnilingus on
her for about 15 minutes, then finished by using her mouth to bring Echo to
ten or more orgasms.  The women left soon after, and that was the last time
they ever saw Wendy.

   CHAPTER 42: Rumors and Innuendo

   Helen and the other women stayed with CAI until the contracted period at
The Washington Post was nearing its end.  Helen left for a better job, but
she kept in touch with Echo and Sharon, and about a year later they heard
rumors that Patrick had finally gotten tired of having his cock sucked by
Wendy, and had sold her to a wealthy businessman in the Middle East.  The
fragmented stories said she had been put to work performing in a sex show
like no other in history, attended by only the wealthiest men in that
oil-rich region of the world, and by the royal families of Saudi Arabia and
other countries.  Wendy was rumored to have done an act where she took a
horse's cock in her mouth, then deep-throated it so almost the full twenty
inches of cock meat was inside her.  The horse's testicles were then
stimulated with an electric device that made the horse cum like a fire
hose, shooting more than a quart of semen down Wendy's throat.  Wendy
performed the same act with a donkey and a camel, and the rumors said
admission to the shows cost $10,000.  About a year later, Helen heard from
Echo that the businessman who owned Wendy had tired of watching her perform
with the animals, and he had staged one last show.  This time Wendy's
breasts were smeared with honey and sugar cubes, and then the horse was led
up to her while two men held her in place.  The horse licked her breasts --
and then he bit them off as he went after the honey and sugar.  Wendy was
left with two gaping wounds on her chest, and now she had absolutely NO
organs to show she was a woman.  But her owner had one last surprise in
mind for Wendy -- he gave her a new vagina!  Well, not really.

   He invited 100 guests for a very special show in the courtyard of his
estate.  He had Wendy brought out by two men, and all three of them were
naked.  The two men had erections already, and they took Wendy up the steps
of a platform 16 feet high, with a vertical pole rising another few feet
above it.  The pole was capped with a sharp point that widened to two
inches -- and the top 12 inches of the pole was shaped like an erect cock,
but with short metal spikes protruding at several points around its
circumference.  The spikes continued every few inches for the first two
feet of the pole's length, and below that it was just a smooth round metal
pole.  Wendy's hands were tied behind her, and then the men lifted her and
spread her legs -- and impaled her on the pole.  The sharp point of the
pole was positioned where Wendy's slit had been, and the men slowly lowered
her onto the pole.  Only an inch of the cold metal pole penetrated her body
before her bare feet came to rest on the platform, and she stood there
precariously on her tiptoes, fear and anguish written all over her face. 
And then came the surprise -- the platform had two sections, and the men
went back down the steps and started to roll the two parts of the platform
apart.  Wendy was able to keep her footing for a moment, but then her feet
slipped off the platform as it was moved away, and her full weight was
forced down onto the pole.  It began to penetrate her body, sliding slowly
upward inside her as her body was pulled down by her weight.  The audience
could see her bare feet moving as she tried to push herself up on the pole,
but it offered no purchase, and her feet just slipped on the metal.  Wendy
screamed as the metal spikes bit into her insides, and then there was a
gurgling sound as the pole penetrated her lung.  Her face froze, but her
body kept sinking slowly as gravity pulled it down, and in a moment her
mouth opened as she tilted her head back -- and then the bloody tip of the
pole slowly emerged from Wendy's open mouth.  Her feet were still
struggling against the lower part of the pole, but without any real energy,
and her body movements became slower and slower.  The people in the
audience could see that her eyes were still open, staring vacantly upward
as her body slid further down on the pole.  Finally she was completely
impaled, her bare feet still six feet above the ground, and the two men
below her were both masturbating as they looked up at her naked dying body.
Wendy angled her eyes downward, and she could actually see the two men
masturbating, excited by the sight and sounds of her dying.  The last thing
she saw was their two cocks erupting, spraying semen on the ground as the
men ejaculated in the dirt below her.  Then she closed her eyes and died.
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