Message-ID: <25708asstr$965679015@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: roadrunner911@hushmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <200008070824.BAA30358@user2.hushmail.com> Subject: {ASSM} RP by Request: Callie Ch.1-7 (nc, teen) Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 16:10:18 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman >. <1st attachment, "C1-7.txt" begin> Callie (c) 2000 by Roadrunner The contents of this story are of sexual nature and may involve blackmail, bondage and non-consensual sex involving teenagers. Anyone who may be offended by this kind of stuff please do not read. All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under legal age PLEASE DO NOT READ. I. It all began a couple of months ago, when the brother of my best friend and neighbor Stacy Burnham, came home to visit her and their parents. The Burnhams, they're really nice. They have always looked after me since my parents divorced about five years ago. Shortly after their divorce, my dad got married again and moved to another state. That must have been a great blow to mum, because she immediately took up a new job which required her to travel a lot. I guess she doesn't like being around me, because she always says I've got my dad's eyes. I don't really mind that, `cos I kinda like the freedom. Although I can take care of myself pretty well, Stacy's parents will still call me from time to time to see if I'm okay, and sometimes they'll invite me to their dinners and parties, and they make sure I'm not by myself in Christmas or Thanksgiving. Since I hang out with the Burnhams all the time, I easily became best friends with Stacy. Stacy is really cool. She is a senior in my school and the head cheerleader. She's really pretty too. Tall and blonde, she's got long legs and a nice figure. She and her friends are the coolest girls in the school, so I felt really lucky that she and I could get along so well, given than I'm much younger (I just turned sixteen) and I'm in no way as pretty as she is. I'm only 5'4" (Stacy is 5'9"), I've got dirty blonde hair and small, 34B breasts. The other cool thing about being pals with Stacy, is that I get to see her brother Barry a lot. Barry is twenty-three and he's a fashion photographer, and for us small town girls, this is like the coolest job in the world, and he's good looking too, always wearing black T-shirt and jeans. Many girls in the school say Stacy is lucky, but she hates it, because if there's one girl who can never go out with Barry, that's her! She hates it too when her friends ask her to fix them a date with Barry, and she always refuses. I, on the other hand, used to think I was the lucky one, because whenever Barry came to visit Stacy and her parents, I got to see him too. Like this time when Barry came back to stay with his parents, I had dinner at the Burnham's every night. And one afternoon, a few days before Barry left, he came over to see me. At first I thought he just wanted a chat, but he gave me a big surprise. He wanted me to be his model! "Your model! Are you kidding?" I almost yelled. "Hey, keep it down!" Barry said chuckling, "and of course I'm not kidding!" "But why me?" I asked, "did you ask Stacy too?" "No, just you, baby, just you," Barry said grinning. "Really? Why didn't you ask her, she's so pretty!" "Oh you don't understand kiddo, Stacy is pretty, but she hasn't got the model look. To be a model you've got to be slimmer, like you." "Really?" I still couldn't really believe it, but I was kinda happy at the same time. "So... if you're not kidding," I asked, "what kind of photos do you want to take, I mean, what kind of clothes do you want me to wear?" "Well," Barry gave me his big smile again, and I felt like I was melting. "I'll be shooting an ad for this famous underwear company, they have a new..." "Underwear?" I screamed, "no way!" "But the photos will look really nice! C'mon!" he cooed, "you're the only girl in this town that I want to be in this." "Really?" I felt really flattered. "Yes," he went on, "you're really sexy, you know..." "Me? Sexy?" I became skeptical again, but Barry was insistent. "Yes you are! You really have it in you, you just don't know it yet. Soon you'll be driving every boy crazy! Look, we can just give it a try, and if you don't like the photos, we can just throw them away." He was almost begging me in the end, and I finally gave in. "Okay...but promise me you'll destroy the photos if I don't like them," I said. When I said this I could feel my face burning already, and I blushed even more when he asked me my measurements. I waited eagerly in my home on the day of my photo shoot. Barry had made me promise not to tell anyone, not even Stacy (I would be too embarrassed anyway). He said we could do it in my place because my mum was away as usual. I rushed to the door when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door and saw Barry with two cases. He was handsome as usual, with a big smile on his face. "Hey, Callie!" he greeted me warmly, "you look really nice today! Did you put on some makeup?" "Makeup? Oh, no," I was blushing already (I guessed that's why he thought I was wearing makeup), and I felt more embarrassed when he said that. "Hey, relax!" he said, and to help me relax, he asked me if I've got anything to drink. I knew where mum kept her liqueurs and told him. Barry found a bottle of whisky and poured me and himself a glass. I did feel a bit better after drinking one or two sips. We went back into the living room, sat down, and chatted for a while. Barry kept saying that I had changed a lot since I was a little girl and now I looked really sexy. Then he asked me if I wanted to see the clothes that he had brought me. I said of course, and he took out one of his cases and opened it, and I couldn't believe my eyes! The clothes he brought me were so nice, and they felt so soft and silky! And there were so many of them! Sixteen, he told me, because they were for my sixteenth birthday. He said he knew it was a couple of months away, but he wouldn't be around so he wanted to give them to me first. "Oh Barry you're so nice!" I screamed, hugging and kissing him. Barry had also brought me some magazines for me to look at so that I knew how to pose. Some of the magazines were lingerie catalogs, but there were a couple of Penthouse as well. I looked at Barry and he just said the photos there were really professional, and I didn't really have to pose naked like the models there. But as I read those magazines, I began feeling really sexy. I then looked at the lingerie that he brought me, and saw that some of them were really thin so that they were almost transparent. So, gathering my strength, I asked him if he would want me to pose naked. "So d---do you want me to pose like these girls?" I asked, almost whispering. "What do you mean, like these girls?" Barry asked teasingly. "Y---you know, n--naked," I said stammering, and he said it was up to me. Blushing, I nodded. After finishing our drinks, our decided it was time to start. Barry wanted to shoot some photos in the living room first, so while he set up his lights and camera there, I went upstairs to my room to get changed. For the first set of photos Barry thoughtfully picked the item with most cloth. It was a pair of pink, loose silk panties and a matching camisole. Back in my room, my hands were trembling with excitement as I undressed. I looked at my naked body in the mirror and still couldn't believe that Barry wanted me to be his model. I then put the camisole and the panties on, and it felt so nice when the cool silk touched my skin! Sheepishly, I went back downstairs. It was like Barry's whole face lit up when he saw me coming down the stairs. "Wow, Callie!" he exclaimed, "you're absolutely stunning!" "Thanks," I said blushing. I was really nervous at first, but he told me to just sit on the couch and make myself comfortable, and not to pay any attention to the camera. He kept talking to me, and soon I began to loosen up. I lay down lazily on the couch, lifted one leg up and rested it on the arm, looked at Barry and smiled. "Now, that's much better! Good!" he said, and I was happy that he thought I was doing better too. As I posed, my arms kept brushing against my breasts through the thin camisole, and soon my nipples became erect. I was feeling really sexy, and I laughed when Barry told me to stand up facing him and then bend forward. "Naughty!" I scolded him, knowing what I would be showing him when I did that. Smiling, I stood up, placed my hands on my hips and slowly bent forward until my hands almost reached my ankles, like I was just stroking my legs. I was smiling and looking at him all the time, and Barry was smiling back to me. "That was lovely!" he said, "now let's try the other one." The second set of lingerie that Barry had chosen was a pair of blue lacy bikini panties and bra of the same color. I went back to my room and changed into them. The bra was kind of filmy, but my nipples were only vaguely visible because of the lacy patterns. I was much more comfortable with the shooting this time, and Barry praised me again. When this was done, I picked up the third piece of lingerie and was about to go up to my room to change, but Barry stopped me and suggested that I change right there. I hesitated but then I thought, I had agreed to pose naked for him anyway, so why not. So as he continued shooting, I took off the bra and panties and got into the third lingerie, which was a lace teddy. I was really shy at first, like when I took off my bra I kept my arms over my breasts all the time, then I put on the teddy before I took off the panties I was wearing. I thought Barry would be unhappy, but he said it was natural and very sexy. The teddy was really thin and my nipples were clearly visible through it, and I couldn't help blushing again when I turned around to face him. But Barry was really nice and encouraging, and I soon felt more relaxed. I didn't object when he told me to cup my breasts through the thin material, I even rubbed them a little. Only when I did that did I realize how hard my nipples were. I began to feel a comfortable warmness between my legs too. The next set was a racy red pair of lace panties and a see-through bra. Now I didn't mind so much that my nipples were showing through the bra. After doing a few poses in them, I turned to face Barry and, gathering my courage, slowly unsnapped the bra and let it slide down my arms, showing my breasts to him completely. "Lovely," Barry murmured, "touch them..." Dreamily I reached up to my breasts and gently cupped and squeezed them, and it felt soooooo nice... My inhibitions now gone, I was touching myself all the time. We went on shooting with the rest of the lingerie in different parts of the house, until finally I was in the last set. It was a half-cup bra, a thong, and garter belt and stockings, all in black. Barry said he wanted to do this in the kitchen. I was a bit surprised but still I followed him. We went in there, and I struck a few poses sitting on the kitchen table. Then he told me to turn around and lie face down on table. "I want to see your nice ass in that thong," he said. I felt kind of turned-on when he said that, and quickly complied. After that, he told me to go to the fridge, open the door and sit next to it. I did that, and he told me to grab a bottle of milk and drink it. Guessing what he really wanted, I smiled, pretended to drink but instead let the milk run down my chin. "That's great baby, keep it going!" Barry exclaimed. I let the milk run all the way down my neck to my body, soaking the bra and even the thong, and I closed my eyes and shuddered when I felt the cold milk at my hot pussy. I put the bottle down and began rubbing the milk all over my body. Barry sounded like he was really hot too as he told he to keep going on. I took off the milk-soaked bra and began to rub the milk over my breasts. As there was not enough of it, I picked up the bottle and poured some directly onto my breasts, and began cupping and squeezing them again. I was so excited that I closed my eyes and began moaning lightly. Then I slid one hand down to my pussy and began rubbing it through the thong. I didn't care about the camera anymore, I was so hot and I just wanted to get off. I didn't care that Barry was there too - in fact, it made me even hornier to think that he was watching me. Still with my eyes closed and with one hand rubbing my breasts, I took off the thong, spread my legs and began rubbing my pussy. I was still a virgin but I had played with myself before, and I knew how to make myself feel good. I was about to come when I felt someone close to me. I opened my eyes and saw Barry kneeling in front of me, smiling. I looked into his eyes and knew what he wanted. I was blushing and gasping and felt a bit embarrassed, but I wanted him to. It was like a dream when he bent forward and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and as my lips parted, his tongue invaded my mouth. It was such a delicious kiss. When he finally broke off the kiss, I looked at him and spread my legs wider, with my hand stroking my pussy lightly. "Give it to me, Barry!" I whispered. Smiling, he undressed. I gasped when I saw his thing. It was the first time I saw an erect cock. "Are you a virgin, Callie?" he asked tenderly, and I nodded shyly. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel real nice..." he said as he laid me down gently on the cold kitchen floor. After caressing my body for a while, he spread my legs and positioned himself at the entrance of my virgin pussy, which was by now hot and wet. He entered me slowly but he still felt very big, and I felt like I was stuffed. It hurt when he took my cherry, but I bit my lip and let him continue, and it soon began to feel nice. I would never have imagined that I would be able to take all of him in me, but I did, and the feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and moaned as Barry began to thrust back and forth slowly. The air was filled with the smell of sweat, milk and my juices. I began to moan louder and louder as I felt my orgasm building up, and I just squirmed and wriggled my hips uncontrollably. Barry grabbed my buttocks and guided me to meet him, and I soon learned how to grind my hips against his. The feeling was much stronger than when I played with myself, and I felt like my whole body was exploding. Barry began breathing heavily and increased his tempo. "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh!" I moaned as waves of orgasm took me. Then Barry grunted as he made a deep thrust, and I could feel him shooting his hot jets of cum deep into me. We lay on the floor, panting and exhausted. Then Barry took my hand and led me to the bathroom, and we showered together. It was so romantic and sexy. He was so gentle when he washed me all over. Although he and I had already had sex, I was still a bit shy when he rubbed soap all over my body. Then we had to get dressed as it was almost dinner time. The photo shoot had taken much longer than I thought! Barry asked me not to tell anyone and I agreed. It was our little secret! I couldn't help thinking about it when we were having dinner, and I felt like I was a woman now. We acted like nothing had happened and nobody suspected anything. Barry said in front of everyone that I looked so happy and radiant, and I told him that I had a terrific day, and we both smiled. He came to my place again the following day to show me the photos, and they were really nice. I'm not trying to show off but Barry was really a good photographer, and I never thought I could look that pretty and sexy. We picked out a dozen that he was going to show his clients. They were the ones in which I wasn't naked, and we each kept a copy of the entire set as a souvenir. Barry said he wanted to keep a set `cos it was special for him too. And then we had sex again before going back to his place for dinner. This time it was on my mum's bed, and it was nice too. Before he entered me, he kissed and licked my pussy, and it was amazing. Sadly, Barry had to leave the next morning. I couldn't see him again before he left because of school, and I cried a bit before we went back to his place. But Barry promised to come back and see me soon, and if his clients like my photos, maybe we'll see each other even sooner! II. Now that Barry's gone, my life went back to normal. I hung out with my friends, and when Stacy and her friends went to the cinema on Thursday night, they asked me to come along too. After I slept with Barry, I kinda felt that Stacy and I were even closer, but at the same time I was a bit nervous about what she would think if she found out. But she was as nice to me as usual so I thought my secret was safe. Then Stacy called me that Saturday afternoon, and said she had rented a video and asked me if I wanted to watch. I was a bit surprised, because Stacy would usually go out with her boyfriend on Saturdays. Stacy, being the head cheerleader, was (as usual) dating Mark, the captain of the football team. They both had practice on Saturday mornings and would usually go out afterwards. Anyway, I went over to Stacy's place, and Stacy showed me into the living room. "So what have you rented?" I asked as I sat down on the couch. "Just some old film. Oh, by the way, have you seen these before?" she said casually as she picked up something from the table and handed it to me. I was stunned when I saw what it was. It was a stack of photos, and the one on top was me in the teddy that Barry bought me. They were the photos that Barry had taken! "Well, have you seen them before?" Stacy asked again as she dropped the photos onto the coffee table, but her tone was totally different this time. It was no longer friendly, but cold. I felt like my head was spinning, or maybe it was the whole world that was spinning. The photos spread out when they fell on the coffee table, and I could see that there were plenty of them, probably all that Barry had. Had he made an extra set? Or had he really taken his set with him when he left? "I found them among his garbage, together the negatives," Stacy said, as if she was reading my mind. "No!" I blurted out without thinking, "it can't be!" "Oh yeah?" Stacy said, her tone full of irony. "You think you're special? You think he's going to make you a model?" "But he promised!" I said, my eyes swelling with tears. "So, did you fuck him?" Stacy asked coldly. Shocked by her words, I just nodded. Maybe that's what it really meant for Barry too. He just wanted to fuck me. "Feeling betrayed, huh?" Stacy asked in a sarcastic tone. "Stacy!" I exclaimed, feeling hurt by her coldness, "I thought we're friends!" "Oh yeah?" Stacy snapped back, "I thought we were friends too! But all you want is to use me to steal my brother. Or maybe you thought you could use him too, huh? To make you a model, perhaps?" "No!" I protested, tears running down my cheeks, "I thought we really liked each other!" "Oh, so it was true love then? How `bout loyalty and friendship, huh? You little cunt!" "Stacy!" I was really shocked. We swore all the time, but I never thought Stacy would talk to me like that. "What? Did I say anything wrong? I don't think so `cos that's what you really are! A cheap whore! A cunt!" "That's enough! I'm leaving and I don't want to see you again!" I yelled angrily as I stood up, but Stacy reached out and slapped me. Completely taken by surprise, I lost balance and fell back onto the couch. "Ow!" I yelled, cupping my cheek with my hand. "Listen, you cunt!" Stacy hissed, "since you want to be a model so much, I'm going to help you! I'll make copies of these photos and give them to everyone in our school! I'm sure every guy would like to have a set! And who knows, maybe you'll even make it into the yearbook!" she said, sneering. "What? No, please!" I felt mortified as I looked at one of the photos, the one showing me rubbing myself in front of the fridge, with milk all over my breasts. It would be the end of the world if everyone in the school could see me like this! "Please! Stacy, please!" I grabbed her hand and pleaded, but she pulled it away. "I'm, I'm sorry!" I pleaded, "I didn't mean to steal Barry from you! I thought we really liked each other and I thought you'd be happy for us! If I knew you'd be angry, I'd never have done it! I swear!" Stacy seemed a bit moved by my words, but then she turned cold again. "No, it's too late!" she said, "you're a whore and you'll get what you deserve!" "Please!" I dropped down on my knees, grabbed her hand again and begged her, "I'll, I'll do anything to make it up to you! Just don't give away the photos! Please!" "Anything?" Stacy asked with a menacing smile. "Yes, anything!" "Okay, then why don't you get back on the couch first and stop bugging me!" I wasn't sure if this meant that she had agreed not to give the photos away, but I let go of her hand and, sobbing, sat down onto couch. Stacy just stared at me with her arms folded. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Finally she broke the silence. "Fine, I won't give the photos away as long as you do anything I say. But remember, from now on you'll do anything and everything I tell you to, understand cunt?" I had a really bad feeling about this, but I just nodded timidly. "I asked you a question! Answer me!" Stacy snapped. "Y--yes, I understand," I stammered. Although I'd known Stacy for many years, I never thought she could be that nasty, and I felt really scared at what she was going to do to me. I just hoped that afterwards she would forget everything and we could still be friends again. I felt so betrayed by Barry and I didn't want to be alone, but I couldn't tell my other friends about it `cos it would make me look so stupid, and Stacy would be mad again if I start telling people that I've slept with Barry. I took a tissue and wiped my face clean, then I looked at the photos lying on the coffee table, and felt like I didn't want to see them again. As I reached out to pick them up, Stacy stopped me. "I'll take care of them," she said. "I'll keep them, and as long as you do everything I say, they'll be safe." "But..." I didn't know what to say. I said I'd do anything but I didn't really expect Stacy to take it literally. "You really love those photos, don't you?" She sneered. "No, I..." "Don't lie to me, cunt!" Stacy snapped, then her angry face turned into a wicked smile. "Callie, I want to know what you've done with him," she said. "What?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Did you come when you touched yourself in front of the fridge?" "N--no," I answered. I was totally caught off guard by her question. What was she getting at? "You didn't come?" "N--no," I said as I began blushing. "B...Barry interrupted me before I could fin...finish..." Stacy's face darkened when I mentioned Barry's name. "Show me how you did it," she said with that wicked smile again. "What?" "Do I always have to repeat myself?" she snapped, "I said show me how you jerk off for Barry's camera, you dumb bitch!" I was stunned, but I was also frightened. I looked at Stacy's angry face, and didn't quite know what to do. Then finally I reached down between my legs. "Is that how you did it? Off with your clothes!" Stacy scolded me again. She looked like she really meant it, so I grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it above my head. Then I unhooked my bra and took it off. My face was burning. Stacy had seen me naked when we went swimming and were changing together, but it's different now. "Go on," she said. I took off my sneakers and socks, and then my jeans. I now stood only in my cotton panties. Stacy opened her mouth like she was going to scold me again, so I hurriedly took off my panties. I stood there completely naked and it was so embarrassing. "C'mon, do it!" Stacy barked. I hesitantly sat down on the couch and spread my legs a little. I felt like I was dying of shame as I reached down to touch my pussy with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other. Stacy watched my every move, and I could see a faint blush on her face too. Nervously, I began caressing my breasts and rubbing my pussy, but I just felt very self-conscious and couldn't get myself excited. I felt like I was saved when the telephone rang, making both of us jump. I waited as Stacy went to her room to get the phone. When she came back she said she had to go, but she wasn't through with me yet. "I don't have time to deal with you right now," she said. "Come back here at eight, and don't be late!" I was kinda apprehensive that whole afternoon. "So this is how Stacy wants to punish me," I said to myself, by embarrassing me and reminding me of what I've done with Barry. That was bad enough, but not so bad as knowing that Barry had just thrown my photos away like that. Finally it's eight, and I went over to the Burnham's. Stacy's face was expressionless when she opened the door and let me in. We sat together in the living room in an awkward silence. Mr and Mrs Burnham were away for the weekend, and as we sat there I wondered if we're going to be like this until they came back. I was about to speak, when Stacy stopped me. "C'mon, finish what you were doing," she said with a smirk. I gingerly stood up and started undressing. When I was totally naked I sat down on the couch and was about to start, but Stacy stopped me. "Wait," she said, "I don't want you to keep staring at me when you do it." She reached into her pocket and took out a piece of black cloth, then she came over and proceeded to blindfold me with it. "Wait..." I protested. "Shut up and do as I say!" Stacy hissed, "unless you want everyone in the school to see how you did it that day!" I didn't dare to protest anymore, and I just sort of whimpered as she tied the cloth around my head and made sure it was tight. She pulled me to my feet and I heard furniture being moved. I felt very exposed and vulnerable as I stood there naked and blindfolded. Then Stacy came over and grabbed my arm. "Come over here, cunt," she said as she led me forward until my legs touched the coffee table. "Sit down and spread your legs." I turned around and sat down on the coffee table. "Wider," Stacy said as she pushed my legs until they were wide spread. My face was burning as I imagined what an obscene sight I must be presenting. "C'mon, do it, slut! Show me what you showed him!" Stacy urged, and hesitantly I began running my hands over my body. Not being able to see anything, I tried to imagine I was doing it for Barry again, that he was watching me. It kinda worked, and my nipples hardened almost immediately when I began squeezing them gently. Then, while I continued to caress my breasts with one hand, my other reached down to touch my pussy. "You're wet, aren't you?" Stacy asked suddenly, reminding me of her presence. "Y--yes," I whispered as I began rubbing. Despite the situation, I was actually getting more and more excited, and my breath soon quickened into gasps. I began squeezing my breasts harder and harder and rubbing myself faster. I knew Stacy was watching me now, probably from very close, and she must be able to see how excited I was. Instead of stopping me, this feeling only excited me more. Part of me was shocked that I was getting turned on, but another part of me just wanted to come. This part was certainly winning, and soon I was coming. I began to let out little suppressed moans and my whole body was trembling. I rubbed faster and faster until I finally pressed my hand real hard against my pussy as my whole body was shaken by a powerful orgasm. "Oh, oh," I was still gasping when I felt Stacy next to me. She took the hand that I used to rub myself in hers and held it close to my face. "Lick it!" she hissed. I felt disgusted but she suddenly forced it to my lips and I tasted my own juices. "Why did you do that!" I cried out in surprise. "Shut up, slut! Your punishment isn't over yet!" Stacy said sternly as she held both of my arms behind my back. Then I heard a click sound and felt cold metal on both of my wrists. Stacy had just handcuffed me! "Stacy!" I cried out in alarm, "what are you doing! Stop! I don't want to continue!" "I said shut up, cunt!" she said as she grabbed my arm and pressed some kind of clothing against my pussy. "It's your panties, if you're wondering what it is," Stacy said laughing. "What are y---" I was still protesting when she grabbed my chin and painfully forced my mouth open and stuffed the wet panties in. "How do you like that, cunt?" Stacy teased. "Hmmmm!" I cried out under my gag and struggled to get up. "Alright, let's grab her and teach her a lesson!" Stacy said, and I went mad with panic when I heard that. Who was she talking to? Was there someone else in the house? My questions were quickly answered when several pairs of hand grabbed me at once. I was so scared that I couldn't tell how many there were, and I just struggled madly. But they were very strong and soon I was held down tightly. I was forced to lie face down on the couch with my knees resting on the floor. By the rough feel of the hands grabbing me, I guessed they were all guys. Some were holding me down on the couch, some were keeping my legs apart by holding my ankles. "So you thought you could get away with just that, huh?" Stacy asked. "Let me tell you, your punishment has just begun!" At that moment there was a crack! sound and I felt a burning pain across my ass. Stacy was hitting me! My whole body jumped at the blow, and I was so surprised that I stopped struggling. Then crack! the belt came down again, and the same burning pain. This time I couldn't help it and cried out under my gag. "So how does it feel now, you little whore? Do you like this? And this?" Stacy asked, her voice shaking with the blows. "Hmm! Hmmm!" I screamed into my gag and shook my head, which was the only part of me that I could move. Stacy just went on and on, and my ass was on fire. The blindfold was now soaked with my tears, and my panties were soaked with my drool, but Stacy was merciless. I felt I was going to die from the pain, but then she suddenly stopped. "Have you had enough, cunt?" Stacy asked panting, and I nodded as hard as possible, fearing that she could not see it. "Okay, get her up," she said, and the men pulled me up from the couch. The grips on my ankles were released, but my arms were still firmly held so that I couldn't get up. "Now if you promise not to scream, I'll remove your gag," Stacy said. I nodded and the panties were immediately removed. "Stacy---" before I could finish, I was immediately slapped. "Shut up!" Stacy hissed, and sobbing, I did. "That's better," Stacy said and she rubbed the panties on my face. "I've been telling my friends what a little slut you are and I said that you're going to give them a good time," she said, and I whimpered at the cruelty of her words. "Now are you going to do that and give them a little private party here, or do you want to become the first porn star of this town?" "Stacy, pl---Oooow!" I opened my mouth to protest, but was stopped when she took my nipple between her fingers and twisted it cruelly. I was in a state of shock. I never thought Stacy could be that cruel to me or anyone and didn't know what to do or what to think. "Answer me, cunt!" Stacy snapped as she gave my nipple another tuck. It was lighter this time but it still hurt. "Are you going to show these guys what kind of slut you are, or do you want them to help you distribute your photos?" "No, wait! I'll, I'll do it..." I blurted out. "Do what?" Stacy asked, and I could tell that she was laughing. "You were a lot more specific when you were talking to me!" Oh God, I thought, but she was insistent. "C'mon," Stacy said, and when I was still hesitating she told the guys to leave. "Oh, well, guys," she said cheerfully, "looks like our slut here has made her choice, sorry! But don't worry, you'll soon be seeing her photos everywhere!" "No, please!" I pleaded, "Please don't go! I want to, I want to..." "You want to what, cunt?" "I want to, I want to g--give you guys a good time!" I finally said, my voice trembling. "Oh yeah?" One of the guys asked in a voice that I didn't recognize, "and what exactly does that mean?" "Yeah," Stacy joined in, "tell them what they can do to a little slut like you!" she said as she gave my nipple a menacing squeeze. "Ah!" I jumped. I knew what she wanted me to say, and I just felt like I was falling into an abyss as I was again forced to make the promise that I made to her earlier. "Anything," I said. "Anything..." III. "Well, guys," Stacy said laughing, "what are you waiting for?" Immediately, hands were all over my body. I flinched when the first pair of hands touched my breasts, but was immediately caught by someone who then slid his hands down my back to my ass. The first guy began to fondle and squeeze my breasts gently, but he was soon joined by someone much rougher, squeezing my breasts real hard, pinching and pulling my nipples. Under these two very different treatments, my nipple soon became erect. I was grunting with dismay and discomfort all the time, and although I knew I was surrounded by these men, I still couldn't help wriggling, trying to get away from them, but of course it was useless. When I felt a hand on my pussy, I tried to cross my legs, but two other men sat down on each side of me and held each of my legs between theirs so that I couldn't do it, and someone gave me a spank on my ass. "Don't move, cunt!" someone said. I thought I recognized that voice. It was Mark, Stacy's boyfriend. Then the hand on my pussy began rubbing me down there, and I felt two hands spread the cheeks of my ass, and a finger began probing my asshole. "No! Don't! No---Ugh, ugh!" I gasped as I felt the invasion, but my protest was turned into a moan when someone found my clit and began tickling it gently. "God, what a little slut!" Another guy yelled and everyone laughed. "Yeah, but she's talking too much, somebody shut her up!" Suddenly I was pushed down onto my knees. Two men grabbed my shoulders and held me tight. And then someone stood in front of me real close, and I could smell his cock. He grabbed my cheeks and squeezed, forcing me to open my mouth. "Mmmmm!" My cry of pain was muffled when he inserted the tip of his cock into my mouth. I hated it and began struggling. Then I felt an excruciating pain at my right nipple. It was Stacy squeezing it and digging her fingernails into it. "Listen slut! We know what a little cock sucker you are and you'd better not let us down!" The pain on my nipple was so much, so I opened my mouth a bit wider and the guy pushed further in. He kept pushing and pushing and it was horrible. I was gagging and choking but they totally ignored me. Instead the guy pulled out a bit and then thrust back in, pulled out and then thrust back again, and again. He was fucking my mouth! Or my throat actually, `cos his cock was so long. Not being able to see anything, all I could feel was the cock in my mouth and the hands all over my body, and the background to that was the laughing of these guys. The finger at my asshole was now pushing its way in, but I was too busy struggling with the cock in my mouth, and I just sort of noticed that it was inside me, all the way, as I could feel the guy's hand pressing against my ass. He just held it there, but now another finger also began to invade my pussy, and I couldn't help but wriggle. This finger pulled out, and then came back, but this time there were two fingers. These two fingers began thrusting back and forth, and God they were driving me crazy. I knew I was being forced into doing all this, but I just couldn't help it. I let out a few muffled moans and began grinding my hips. "She likes it!" one guy said. "I told you she's a hot little slut!" Stacy answered, giggling. "Well, I'd better not keep this hot little cunt waiting then!" someone said chuckling. It was probably the guy who was fingering me, because the two fingers were pulled out immediately, while another hand grabbed me by the waist, and I felt the tip of a cock at the entrance of my pussy. "Hmmmm!" I moaned with the cock in my mouth as he entered me. "God I like it when she moans!" the guy I was sucking said laughing. "Oh, yeah? Okay, I'll make her moan some more!" the other guy said chuckling, and he began to thrust back and forth. I had only had sex twice, and it was always done with me lying down and Barry on top. But now I was on my knees, with the guy taking me from behind - not to mention that I was blindfolded and my hands were tied - and it seemed totally different. It was very crude, and I felt like an animal, especially when the guy reached in front and wiped my face with his fingers which were still wet with my juices. At this moment, I tasted something from the cock in my mouth, and I knew the guy was going to shoot his stuff. I panicked and tried to pull away, but he held my head tightly. Then he grunted and began shooting out hot, stinking jets of cum in my mouth. I hated it so I opened my mouth and let it all drip out, but I could still feel it drip down my chin, yuck! "Oh, you stupid cunt! You've ruined the carpet!" Stacy said angrily and immediately my right ear was pulled so hard that I thought it would come off. "Ah!" I cried out in pain. She was still holding my ear but moved a bit closer, and it was still very painful. "Stop pretending! You're a slut and a slut loves cum!" Stacy hissed. "I've had enough of this! If you're going to be like this, the only thing we can do is to let the whole school know what kind of slut you are! That's the only way you won't forget!" "Oh, no!" I pleaded. I'd gone this far, I couldn't let her do it now. "Please! I'm, I'm sorry! I wasn't pretending! Please!" "Oh yeah? If you're not pretending then are you saying that you're not a slut? Are you saying that I'm lying?" Stacy said, giving my ear another painful tuck. "Oh, no! No!" I whimpered, "You're not, not lying! I'm a s---slut! I j---just forgot..." I knew that was kinda stupid, and everyone laughed, but I had to get her to give me another chance. Besides, I was so close to coming when the guy stopped, and now his cock was still throbbing in my pussy, and the feeling was almost unbearable. "You forgot? Forgot what?" Stacy asked teasingly. "I mean, I got ca---carried away! Please, give me another chance!" "Oh yeah? Then you'd better be careful this time!" Stacy said laughing. "Swallow every drop of it! Unless the mister wants it the other way!" "Yes, yes," I whimpered. "Now, beg this guy to let you suck him! And tell him that you want to swallow every drop of his cum!" Stacy said as another guy stood in front of me, laughing as he began rubbing his cock against my nose and my cheeks, staining them with his pre-cum. "Pl--please, mister, can...can I s---suck your cock?" I begged him. "I want to swallow every drop of your c---cum..." I said those humiliating words and then waited with my mouth half-open. "Alright, I guess that would do!" Stacy said laughing. "Go on then, give it to her!" she urged and the guy pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. At the same time, the guy in my pussy resumed fucking. As I sucked this guy, he and Stacy began to give me instructions, how I should suck him, work my tongue and all that, and I had to do them. I found it more and more difficult to concentrate because I was getting closer and closer to coming. My whole body was trembling and I began to wriggle, and soon I began coming violently. I wanted to cry out, but with my mouth full, all I could to was to let out muffled moans and breath heavily through my nose, and they all laughed and called me a real slut. Soon the guy fucking me came too. He grabbed my hips and began slamming me to him real hard as he shot jet after jet of cum into me. With a cock in my mouth, I had to struggle to catch my breath, but they weren't going to let me rest. Immediately, another guy took his place in my pussy. I was still very sensitive after coming, and I winced and moaned with discomfort when he entered me. "Looks like the little slut is complaining!" the guy said chuckling. "Oh, maybe she wants you to try something else!" Stacy said. "Yeah!" the guy said, "I bet she likes it up the ass too!" "Hmmmm! Hmmmmm!" I protested like crazy. How can that thing be put up my ass?! He'd split me open and kill me! But the guy had already pulled out of my pussy and placed the tip of his cock at my asshole. I began struggling again, and two other guys had to grab my arms real hard to hold me down. Slowly, the guy began to push his way in. It was incredible! I could feel my ass stretching. First the head was in, then a bit more, and a bit more. The others were cheering, and I heard Stacy said she wanted to get a closer look. Luckily the guy was lubricated with my juices, but he still felt huge. I stopped struggling and was gasping nervously. He must have several inches inside me now, but he was still going. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I could feel his belly against my ass. I felt like I was stuffed with his cock when he held still. Then he began thrusting back and forth slowly, but it still hurt. Tears went down my cheeks and mixed with the juices and cum stains on my face. At this moment I heard the guy fucking my mouth grunt, and I prepared myself for the horrible task of swallowing his cum. "Take this, you little slut!" he gasped as he began coming in my mouth, and I struggled to swallow all of it. I swallowed and swallowed until he finally stopped coming. "Good girl," he chuckled, patting my head as he pulled out. "Oh, oh, oh," I started to moan as the guy continued to fuck my ass. "God she's tight! Guys, you have to try it!" he said chuckling, and I was horrified. But I was no longer able to think clearly when he reached to the front, found my clit and began tickling it. I was still moaning, but now they were moans of pleasure, and I couldn't believe it. Here I was being fucked up the ass, but I was getting turned-on! He began to fuck me faster and faster and joined me in moaning. Finally, as I was close to another orgasm, he thrust and shot his cum in my ass. Immediately another guy took his place, and I was hoping that he would fuck me in my pussy because it wouldn't be so painful and I was so close to coming. But he disappointed me by entering my now sore asshole, and I grunted in discomfort. He grabbed my breasts and used them as handles to pull me towards him as he fucked me. Although I was handled so roughly, I still felt myself approaching orgasm again, and soon I was coming, moaning loudly and grinding my hips to meet his thrusts. I still hated being fucked in the ass, but I was desperate to feel his balls slapping against my pussy. "Look!" the guy said, "she's really enjoying this!" "I told you she's a slut!" Stacy said. After this guy had come in me, they decided to see how many guys I could take at the same time. I wanted to protest but I was too exhausted, and all I could do was to whimper as they picked me up and made me straddle a guy, facing his feet. I let out a cry of dismay when I realized that my ass was being lowered onto his cock, but they went on until I was completely impaled on him. "Ugh! Ugh!" I grunted as he grabbed my waist and lifted me up and down along his cock several times. Then he lowered me so that I was lying on top of him, and another guy came over and entered my pussy. A third guy squatted above me and entered my mouth. Another guy sat on my stomach and rubbed his cock against my tits. He said he wanted to "tit-fuck" me but my breasts weren't large enough so he called me a useless slut. Stacy asked him and another guy to do her and soon I heard her moaning. She kept talking all the time, telling the other guys to give it to me, to fuck me real hard, and to use me like the slut that I was. And they did. The guy on top of me was fucking me with long, hard strokes, and the guy under me was thrusting up with short strokes. Only now did I realized how wet I was, as the first guy was sliding in and out of my pussy easily. It was crazy. A few days ago I was still a virgin, and now I was being fucked by three guys at once! I felt horrible, but at the same time I was coming. In fact I came twice before the guy in my mouth came, and I dutifully swallowed his cum. Then the other two guys said they were coming too, and they pulled out of me. I was made to remain on my knees, and the guy who fucked my ass pushed his cock in my mouth. Yuck! I began to suck him, but the other guy reminded me not to forget him by tucking on my nipple, so I let go of this cock, turned my head to the other side and blindly searched for his cock, which was covered with my own juices and maybe the previous guy's cum. Then the first guy told me to suck him again by tucking my other breast. This went on for a while, with them sucking me left and right, until they finally came. "Yes! Wash her with your cum!" Stacy yelled as I felt the first guy shoot his cum on my face. I was gasping and some of it shot into my mouth, but most just landed on my face. The other guy sucked my nipple and I obediently turned towards him, expecting the same humiliating treatment, but instead he sprayed his cum on my breasts. After that, I was finally allowed to rest. The two guys laid me down on my back and praised me for being such a good fuck. I was so exhausted after all that and I was only vaguely aware of what was going on. I heard Stacy yell that she was coming, and then people were getting dressed and leaving. Mark had stayed behind `cos I heard him talking to Stacy. They came over and my blindfold was removed. It's finally over! I thought as my eyes adjusted to the bright light. "Smile!" Stacy said cheerfully. I cried out in horror when I saw that she had a digital camera in her hand (it was a birthday present that Barry gave her) and she was talking photos of me. "Oh, no!" I protested, but my hands were still cuffed and I was too weak to do anything. "No?" Stacy said, "it's too late to say no now! We have photoed everything this evening, from the moment you were blindfolded!" Mark was standing next to her, smiling. They were still naked. "Why?" I demanded, "you promised!" "I only promised not to give away the other photos!" Stacy said giggling, "I didn't say I won't take some myself!" "You tricked me!" I said angrily, struggling to get up. "I, trick you? No I didn't, you stupid cunt!" Stacy said as she placed her foot on my face, forcing me to stay down. "Now you listen to me carefully, you cunt! You think you can get away so easily? You betrayed me and now your ass is mine! You'll do everything I say until I finally say it's enough! You refuse and I'll show everyone the photos!" I was horrified as I realized what deep shit I was really in. I never thought Stacy would hate me that much. "What do you want?" I asked as I began sobbing, "what do I have to do to make you forgive me?" "I told you, cunt," Stacy said, "everything I say! And now why don't you begin by cleaning my foot? Your face is really dirty!" she said, giggling as she lifted her foot a bit. Swallowing my tears, I began to lick the cum that was originally on my face off her foot. Stacy was definitely enjoying this, because she then straddled my face and told me to lap up the cum from her pussy and her asshole. After I had finished this humiliating task, I was finally untied. "Now go home, you little slut!" Stacy said as she threw me my T-shirt and jeans. I was a mess. There were bruises all over my breasts and my thighs from the rough handling. My breasts were covered with cum, and the dried cum on my face felt just horrible. I smelt of sweat, juices and cum, and most terribly, cum was oozing out of my pussy and my asshole. "Can I cl---clean myself first, please?" I asked meekly. I knew probably she was going to refuse, but I didn't want to go out looking like this. "Why?" Stacy said, "you're a slut and that's how a slut's supposed to looked like!" I winced as I felt the T-shirt stick to my breasts as I put in on. "What? You don't like it? You can leave the T-shirt here if you like!" Stacy said menacingly. So I hurriedly dressed and ran back to my house as quickly as possible, with my head down and my feet trembling. IV. I was a total wreck after that horrible evening. I stayed in and put the phone on the hook, fearing that Stacy would call me. I know it's kinda stupid, I mean she's my neighbor and we go to the same school, how can I possible run away from her? Anyway, she left me alone, and I was feeling a lot better when Monday morning came. Before I went to the shower, I took of my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. Most of the bruises were gone, and my pussy and asshole no longer felt sore. I thought about the whole thing and felt it was pretty incredible, me being screwed by several guys, and three of them were taking me at the same time! I closed my eyes and imagined again what it was like to be blindfolded, and also the feeling of cum shooting up inside me, or on my face, my breasts... I was shocked by my thoughts. Immediately I opened my eyes, ran into the shower and turned it on. I decided to go to school. I didn't know what else to do. I mean, go to school, hang out, this is the only kind of life I know! I couldn't just run away from all that. Maybe Stacy would forget about the whole thing and we could still be friends, but I'd never forgive Barry. I hate him! I went to school and carefully avoided Stacy for the whole day. I just didn't want to face her and be reminded of the whole thing. I hanged out with my classmates during lunch and after school, avoided going anywhere near her class and looked carefully around me before approaching the lockers. It seemed not that difficult. What's really hard was the boys. I mean, from the minute I walked into the school, I couldn't stop thinking which ones of the guys there had fucked me that evening. I knew one of them was Mark, so I guess the others were probably from our school, maybe they're all seniors, I don't know. But whenever a guy as much as glanced at me I would wonder if it was him, whether he recognized me, or maybe he was actually told who I was. The feeling was terrible. Anyway, the day was finally over. I chatted with my friends for a while, and then we decided to leave. I was walking across the parking with my friend Angela lot when I heard someone called my name from far away. "Hey Callie," Angela asked me, "is that girl over there calling your name?" "No, " I said nervously, "let's go, and don't look!" I started walking really fast, dragging Angela behind me. We walked together for a while but soon we had to go in different directions. I was almost home when Stacy's car pulled up next to me. "Hey, slut!" Stacy yelled at me and blew the horn. I was shocked when I saw that her entire gang was in the car. "Wh--what?" I asked stammering. "Why didn't you answer me when I called you!" "What?" I was trying to pretend that I didn't hear her, but she was having none of that. "Cut that crap, cunt! I know you heard me! Now get in the car!" I was still hesitating when one of the girls sitting in the back opened the door. "Didn't you hear what Stacy said? She said get in, cunt!" Marybeth said as she grabbed my arm and dragged me in. I was stunned that she would be talking to me like that. Marybeth and two other girls were sitting in the back and it was really cramped. But instead of squeezing me in, the three of them pushed me onto the floor of the car. "Hey!" I yelled, "what---Ugh!" I choked as one of the girls kicked me heavily in the stomach, and together they started kicking me and stumping on me. "Ouch! Ah!" I was totally defenseless, and in the end all I could do was to cover my head with my arms and tried to curl up. "Okay, that's enough!" I heard Stacy said. "And you, cunt! You shut up and lie still!" I was scared and in pain, so I did what she said. I buried my head in my arms, bit my lip and tried not to cry. Jill was sitting near my head. She lifted a foot and placed it on my cheek, and all the girls laughed. I didn't dare to do anything, and she just used my head as a footrest until the car finally stopped. "Okay, let's get the slut out!" Stacy shouted, and when they dragged me out of the car I saw that we were outside my home. Two of the girls dragged me to the door and told me to opened it. I did and they pushed me inside. "Ouch!" I yelled as I hit the floor, but they totally ignored it. Instead, I was dragged by my ponytail into the living room, and threw on the floor again. "Ouch! What's, what's this all about?" I whimpered as I tried to get up. "So she's still pretending! That little slut!" Jill snapped as she came over and slapped me. "We know what you have done, cunt!" Marybeth said. "Wh--what did I do?" I asked as I sat on the floor, rubbing my reddened cheek. "Did it hurt, slut?" Jill said, "you should have know better when you screwed our boyfriends!" "What?" I was stunned. The guys who fucked me last Saturday were their boyfriends! "We know what kind of little slut you are! You like stealing other girls' boyfriends! Stacy told us all about it!" "Wait!" I pleaded, "let me explain! I was forced!" "Liar!" Marybeth yelled as she came over, grabbed my ear and pulled. "We saw the photos! You're having such a good time! You were licking the cum on your lips you slut!" "Ouch! Ah! Ah!" I cried out in pain. I wasn't sure if they really thought I wasn't forced, maybe they were just jealous that their boyfriends had sex with me, and were unwilling to accept that those guys took the initiative. Whatever the case was, there was no way I could argue with them. I was slapped, pinched, my hair was pulled, until finally I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. "I'm sorry!" I pleaded, "please, stop! Please!" "This will teach you about trying to steal our boyfriends!" Sandy said as she kicked me in the ass. "You think you're hot, huh? You wanna be a model? How do you like your look now!" Marybeth hissed as she grabbed my T-shirt and tried to drag me towards the mirror. The T-shirt torn, and they all laughed. Together they began tearing at my clothes, and soon I was totally naked. I crouched down and trying to cover myself with my arms. "What?" Jill scolded, "you're embarrassed? Don't you like to show off your body?" She pushed and I fell onto my hands and knees, and she began pushing me around. Then suddenly she began spanking me real hard. "Aw! Aw! Ah!" I couldn't suppress my cries and I struggled madly to avoid her blows, but Marybeth and Pam held me tightly by my shoulders. Jill kept spanking me until she said her hand was sore, and I felt like my ass was on fire. Sandy took her place and began spanking me again, then it was Pam's turn. Smack! Smack! The spanking went on. By this time I wasn't cry out anymore. I was in so much pain for so long that all I could do was to weep quietly. I thought my pain would never stop. After what seemed like ages, Pam finally stopped. "Oh, oh, oh..." I whimpered, gasping for breath. Then I felt Pam's hand touched my tortured buttocks, and my whole body jumped in fear. She laughed, and her hand slid down to between my legs and felt my pussy. I was shocked, but I was also scared that Marybeth and Stacy would take their turns to spank me more, so at least Pam was now keeping me "occupied". "Hey, Pam! What are you doing?" Jill yelled, "you're disgusting!" "Look!" Pam answered, "she's wet! This slut is getting excited when we spank her!" I didn't know if that was true, but now that she mentioned it, I did feel a tingling in pussy as she continued to rub my lips gently. As all the girls watch in silence, Pam continued to finger me. I didn't know why, but I didn't try to struggle or anything, I just remained passively on all fours and let her toy with my pussy. The sensation was becoming stronger and stronger, until finally I couldn't hold it any longer and began squirming uncontrollably. "God what a slut!" Sandy exclaimed. "See? I told you!" Stacy said snickering. I felt ashamed but I didn't care. I lowered my head, closed my eyes and waited for that powerful orgasm to strike me. As they urged, Pam began rubbing me faster and faster, and I began moaning, and soon I began to come. I moaned and wriggled so hard that they had to hold me down again. Waves after waves of pleasure took me until Pam finally stopped. When she did, I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. Pam then sat down on the chair in front of me and grabbed my chin with her hand. "Come here, you little slut!" she hissed. As I struggled to get up, she pressed her fingers into my mouth so that I could taste my own juices. "You like that taste don't you?" She cooed, "come here and get some more!" she said as she hiked up her skirt. I could see a wet patch at the center of her panties. Quickly, she grabbed the waistband of her panties and pushed it down her ankles. Then she lifted one foot out of her panties and spread her legs. "Pam!" Marybeth exclaimed, "what are you doing?" But Pam ignored her. "Come here, you little slut! I'm sure you like the taste of pussy as well! Come here and lick it you little bitch!" she hissed as she dragged me closer until my nose touched her pussy. It was very wet and my nostrils were filled with her odor. I was shocked and repulsed, and I tried to pull back. "Lick it, slut!" Pam said in a threatening tone, "or we'll spank you again! All of us!" My ass still hurt and I thought I would die if they spank me against. So I closed my eyes in disgust and stuck out my tongue. Yuck! I thought as my tongue touched Pam's wet lips. "Harder you stupid little cunt!" Pam hissed as she grabbed my hair and pulled me closer. She was practically pressing my face against her pussy. "Harder! Yes, that's it! Lap it up you little bitch!" She continued to shout verbal abuses at me as I reluctantly licked her pussy. She kept pressing my face against her and soon my nose was all wet with her juices. The other girls all watched this in silence. Soon Pam began to grind her pussy against my face and I knew she was coming. She locked her legs around my head so hard that I thought I was going to suffocate. Then finally she spasms subsided and she released me from her leg-lock, and she just lay on the chair, panting. Then she smiled contentedly as she put her panties back on. "The little slut ain't bad, you gals wanna try?" She asked in a lazy voice. I was still on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath. When Pam said this, I looked at all the others in horror. "Hell no!" Marybeth said. "Oh, well, why not," Stacy said as she said down on the couch. "Come here, slut!" she said giggling as she took off her jeans and panties. I knew it was useless for me to beg, especially when it was Stacy, so I crawled to her until my head was between her legs and began licking. Stacy was trying to get the other girl to make me lick them too, and she kept telling them how good I was, and how a slut like me must be enjoying it. But I hated every minute of it. After Stacy had come, I had to lick Sandy, then Jill. Marybeth still wouldn't do it, so I was spared at least one more humiliation. "Well," Stacy said after I had licked Jill to orgasm, "since the slut has done such a good job, why don't we give her a reward? Listen slut, we'll allow you to fuck our boyfriends, but you have to make it up to us! From now on, your ass is ours, is that clear?" Marybeth and Jill looked a bit shocked at this, but both Sandy and Pam cheered, and the two finally agreed. "I just asked you a question, slut! I said is that clear!" Stacy asked me again and kicked my thigh. "Oh, y--yes, yes!" I answered, whimpering. V. When the girls were gone I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I looked at my self and saw that I'd got bruises all over my body, and both my cheeks were reddened from the slapping I received, but they were nothing when compared to my ass. I felt a bit better after a very hot shower, but then the phone rang. It was Stacy. "Hi, slut," she said, "how's your butt?" she sounded so cheerful as if what happened was nothing. "Stacy!" I almost cried, "why are you doing this to me? Haven't you hurt me enough?" "Well, no," Stacy said simply, "and mind you manners when you speak to me you cunt!" She had resumed that stern and cruel tone. "Since you tried to disobey me today, I've decided to give you a small punishment," "But you have punished me already!" I protested. "No, I haven't," Stacy said, "that was just the girls punishing you for screwing their boyfriends without asking them first." "But they forced me!" "Did they?" Stacy said teasingly, "I thought you begged them to do that." I didn't know what to say to this twisted argument, but before I could say anything, Stacy went on. "You go and check your Email, and call me back when you're done," she said, and then she hung up. I switched on my computer, logged on and saw that I had received about three dozens of new mails from an anonymous account. All except one were large files. I clicked on one of them, and as I sort of expected, it was a photo of my ordeal last Saturday. The shorter mail was a text message. It just said that as my punishment, I had to post all these photos myself to the alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.amateur newsgroup, and if I refused, somebody else would post them for me "with the additional photos". I clicked through all the messages and saw that they were all photos with me blindfolded, so the additional photos would be the ones that show my face. That was so cruel, I thought. Stacy was forcing me to choose between humiliating myself and being exposed. Knowing that I couldn't afford to anger her even more, I calmed myself down before calling her. "So do you like the photos?" Stacy asked cheerfully. "So all you want is just for me to post all the pictures, and that's it?" I asked cautiously. "No, actually not," Stacy said, "I've being thinking, since you've got such an attitude problem I'm going to make this a little bit more interesting for you. I want you to post them, together with a message saying that you're a slut and you've just had your first gangbang, and you enjoyed it so much that you want to share it with everyone, and then you'll ask everyone to Email you and let you know what they think. You have to sound real nice in your message, and if you don't get more than one hundred responses by tomorrow night, I'll post the rest of the set." "Wh--what?" I was shocked by this incredible demand. "How can I do that?" "Well cunt, you'd better shut up and do it before I changed my mind!" Stacy snapped. "Now I'm going to make it easier for you, you don't have to use your real Email address. You can set up a new address, but it has to contain the name Callie and it had to sound slutty. Now I'm going to check the newsgroup midnight tonight, and the photos have better be there!" She said menacingly and hung up before I could said anything. Defeated, I returned to in front of my computer. This is not too bad, I tried to tell myself. People won't know it's me, nobody would be able to tell. Knowing that it would take some time before the photos come up in the newsgroup, I began immediately. I couldn't think of any really slutty name, nor did I want to anyway, so I just opened a web mail account with the name "Callie the slut". And then the message. I tried to remember what Stacy and others had said to me, but in the end all I could bring myself to write was "Hi I'm Callie the little slut. I just had my first gangbang. I enjoyed it so much that I want to share it with everyone of you! Please Email me and let me know what you think!" I knew this was pretty lame, basically it's just what Stacy had said, I just hoped it would work. I posted all the photos and the message, and then switched of the computer, didn't want to look at it again. Later, Stacy called me in the middle of the night and said she had seen the photos, but she thought the message was pathetic. "Well I wrote what you told me to and I th---thought this w--would do..." I mumbled in my defense. "Well, it'd better work otherwise you'll be sorry!" Stacy snapped, not happy that I wasn't to keen on carrying out the task she gave me, then she hung up. "Hey Slut!" the following day, I almost died when Stacy called me that right in the school parking lot. I looked nervously around and thankfully no one seemed to be paying us any attention. Stacy was with Mark and Tom, Sandy's boyfriend. "Hi..." I answered cautiously. "Oh c'mon, don't give me that look!" Stacy said laughing, "you should be happy to see the three of us! You had such a good time with Mark and Tom last weekend! Or you're unhappy because there're only two of them?" "Oh, no!" I said nervously, "I'm, I'm happy to see them, I mean, you guys!" I could feel myself blushing as I recalled what happened last weekend. "Well," Stacy said, "I've told Mark and Tom about the little task I set you yesterday, and they're quite keen to see the responses! Should we bring them along too?" "Y...yeah sure," I knew that wasn't really a question, and this was the only answer allowed. So again I was taken into Stacy car, and we drove off with me and Jake sitting at the back. As soon as we're out of the parking lot Jake began fondling me. "Hey relax!" he said chuckling as my whole body tensed up when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I bet the slut can't wait until we get there!" Stacy encouraged Jake, who began to get more and more outrageous. He reached down and began fondling my breasts through my T-shirt. I knew I couldn't refuse, so I just sat there, gritted my teeth and let him touch me. But then he reached down and lifted my T-shirt above my breasts. "No, please!" I whispered, fearing that Stacy would here me, but Jake ignored me. Instead, he pushed my breasts out of my bra and began squeezing them and tweaking my nipples. I was mortified. The street wasn't too busy, but a car would pass us by once in a while, and I just kept my head lowered and couldn't bear to look whether the driver of that car had seen me. Several times I looked at the rearview mirror and saw that my face was all red, and then I saw Stacy looking at me in the mirror. Our eyes met and she smiled wickedly. The drive to my home seemed very long that day. I let out a sigh of relief when we finally got there, and as soon as Jake stopped touching me I pulled my T-shirt back down and almost ran out of the car. I fumbled nervously with my keys and opened the door to let them in. "Where are your manners, huh? Aren't you at least going to invite us in?" "Oh, pl, please come in, " I said timidly. But Stacy wasn't finished. "We all know you're a slut, " she said, "but even a slut has got to have manners, especially with these guys! They gave you such a good time last Saturday, remember?" I felt very embarrassed, but I knew Stacy was trying to make it difficult for me, so I didn't talk back. "Would---would you like something to drink?" I asked. Just when I was about to get them their drinks, Stacy stopped me. "C'mon slut, we know that whenever you're home you like to get comfortable! You don't have to pretend, just do what you usually do!" She said laughing. At first I didn't get it, then I began blushing as soon as I realized what she meant. "No I'm, I'm fine now, thanks," I said, almost pleadingly. I knew the guys had seen every part of my body already, but it would still be embarrassing, but Stacy was having none of that. "C'mon, slut! I said never mind us! Or do you need more audience?" "Oh, no, no," I said as I immediately began to undress. Soon I was totally naked. The guys were grinning when they saw my naked body. Then I went to the kitchen to get them their drinks, and Stacy and the guys sat down in the living room and they began chatting, but she made me stand next to the couch facing the wall. I was so embarrassed, with me being totally naked and them fully dressed, I felt so degraded. Their conversation was mainly about school, with Mark and Jake taking about their games, but sometimes they would make comments about my body or talk about last Saturday, and I had to close my eyes in shame. "Yeah, she's got a tight little cunt," Mark said at one point, "but I still like her ass most," he said as he placed my hand on my ass. I jumped a bit at the touch, and they laughed. Mark began fondling my ass. I wanted to denied it, but it made me feel hot, I don't know, to be touched but without being able to see how, and as Mark went on I began to breathe harder and harder. "Ouch!" I yelped as Mark stopped fondling my ass and gave me a spank instead, and they laughed. "Well," Stacy said, "let's go and find out how popular Callie the slut is!" We went up to my room to check my Email. My account was flooded with new messages! Minus the spam, I---or rather "Callie the slut"---received a hundred and thirty messages in reply to the photos I posted. I was relieved that I was spared further punishments from Stacy, but was shocked that so many people had actually replied. It meant that even more people had seen the photos, even though they didn't know it was me. Stacy looked a bit disappointed that I had managed to pass this test that she set me, but she was more curious about what people were saying to me. Together we browsed through the replies. Most of them were just people saying nice photos, some asked for more, and some were people saying dirty things to me, like I was a real slut, I should be spanked real hard, etc. Some people were writing to say what they wanted to see me do. "Hey," Stacy excalimed, "why don't we see who has sent in the best request! I'm sure our little slut here will be eager to do it!" Oh God, I thought, but that's not the end. Stacy wanted me to do the request, and they'd photo it and I'd have to post the photos to the newsgroup. Mark and Jake got really excited and started talking nonsense, they said maybe we could built a website and charge people when they made request, and then they'd become internet millionaires. I thought that was a crazy idea but I knew I'd better keep my mouth shut. I just hoped the request that people had sent me weren't too horrible. I was a bit relieved that at least they decided to hide my face in the photos so that people wouldn't discover and ruin the whole thing. I just sat there and watched as they went through the messages. After a while they started to get tired, and decided to just pick a request from the ones that they'd seen. I was horrified when Jake said he liked the one that asked to see me fucked by twenty guys, but fortunately Stacy said it would be too similar to what I'd done last week. Still, I was a bit worried that she left it open whether we're going to do that request one day. She said she liked the one that wanted to see me fuck myself with a huge dildo. I knew she liked it because I would have to do it to myself and it would be more degrading for me. The guys seemed to be getting it now that Stacy was the boss, and they agreed. "What? You don't seem very happy, slut," Stacy said menacing, "should we stick to Jake's choice?" "No, no, it's okay," I answered immediately, "I, I like the one that you've picked." "Great!" Stacy said cheerfully. But she went mad again when I told her sheepishly that I didn't have a dildo. "What? Are you kidding me?" she yelled as she grabbed my hair, "a slut like you don't have a dildo?" "Hey, maybe we can use a beer bottle or something!" Mark said. "Oh God!" I whined. I have to fuck myself with a beer bottle! But they ignored me totally and quickly agreed. Jake went nextdoor to Stacy's place to get a bottle of beer and as we waited, Mark began touching me all over. He said he wanted to warm me up, but I could see the anger and jealousy in Stacy's eyes. Jake came back with a bottle of beer and they made me drink all of it. I had never drunk that much before and was already feeling dizzy when I finished it. Then Stacy took out her camera and ordered me to sit on the bed and start. She told me exactly what I had to do, and I had to fondle my breasts first, and then tweak my nipples, which despite my predicament, became hardened immediately. Then Stacy ordered me to spread my legs and rub my pussy. I could felt myself blushing, but I complied quickly, spreading my legs and began rubbing myself. My pussy was already wet after Mark's fondling, and now it was getting really wet. Then Stacy told me to "do it". I picked up the beer bottle and hesitated. "Do it cunt! Or I'll fuck you with the other end!" Stacy hissed, and reluctantly, I pointed the tip of the bottle at my pussy, and closing my eyes in shame, I slowly began to push it in. It was much colder than I thought, and my whole body shuddered as it entered me inch by inch. The bottleneck wasn't really long, and soon it was at the end. When Stacy saw that I had stopped, she started scolding me again. "C'mon, what are you waiting you slut? Or do you want to get the whole thing in?" "Oh, no, no," I whimpered, and reluctantly I began to thrust the bottle back and forth. The bottleneck was shorter than the cocks that I've had, but it was incredibly hard, and I was soon getting even wetter. When Stacy told me to play with my clitty, I quickly obeyed, and was soon fucking myself with the bottle with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other. I had my eyes closed all the time, because I didn't want to see their expressions. But Stacy didn't spare me that. She said my eyes were closed because I was enjoying it so much. It's not true, I protested in my mind, I hated every second of it, but still I could feel myself coming. I began rubbing my clit faster and faster as I felt my orgasm building up. Faster and faster until "Uuuuuurgh!" I grunted as I came. My whole body tightened, even my toes were curling. I pressed hard against my clit and thrust the bottle in real hard several times. My body spasmed every time I felt the wider part of the bottle slam against pussy. Then I fell on my back, and held the bottle and my other hand tightly against my pussy, until the spasms subsided. I opened my eyes, saw them and felt so ashamed of myself. The two guys both had a wide grin on their face. Then I realized that the bottle was still inside me and immediately pulled it out. When Stacy saw that, she ordered me to clean it with my mouth, saying that it's the kind of manners that a slut like me should know. I couldn't believe she could humiliate me even further, but after what had just happened, all I could do was to obey, so I took the bottle and licked and sucked my juices off it. Then Stacy wanted to start touching up the photos so that they could post them immediately, but the guys had different thoughts. "Can we..." Mark asked grinning. "Yeah, sure," Stacy didn't sound too happy, but immediately the two guys jumped onto the bed... VI. To my horror, "Callie the slut" turned out to be very popular. After Stacy posted the photos of me fucking myself with the beer bottle, even more people Emailed in. Some just wrote to say dirty things to me, calling me a totally slut, or telling me what they wanted to do to me, while others wrote to make further requests. There were many of them, and Stacy decided that there should be a meeting at my place every Friday night where she and her friends would decide which of the requests was the best. Then, I'd be made to do it and they'd post the photos to the newsgroup. Mark and the other guys were very keen to help Stacy out with this plan. They drove to the city and bought a whole bunch of sex toys, "just in case people want to see the slut use them". I knew Stacy was unhappy about the guys' interest in me, but she went along with the idea, even making some suggestions herself. But when it was time to pick the first "request of the week", she intentionally picked the one that asked to see me fucked by two girls with strap-on dildos, and she persuaded Sandy to do it. I wasn't really great friends with Sandy before the whole thing happened, and she hated me even more after her boyfriend Josh fucked me, and together the two of them were determined to make me suffer. When it's time for the shoot, they first made me played with myself until I was wet, and then I had to kissed and licked the dildo before strapping it onto Stacy. She then made me get down on all fours, and began to fuck me from behind. She was really cruel, fucking me real hard, and pulling me towards her by my ponytail. Despite all this, I still had my orgasm, but she kept fucking me until I came again. Then I had to suck the dildo clean and strap it on Sandy. Sandy also chose to fuck me doggie style, but instead of my hair, she used my breasts as grips, and shortly after she started fucking me, I looked down and saw that my breasts were all reddened. She would also spank me from time to time, with Stacy urging her on. "Yeah, spank that cunt! Give it to her!" Stacy yelled. I came quickly, I was so exhausted, but Sandy wouldn't stop. She fucked me until I came two more times, and then, after I cleaned up the dildo, I had to return the service by fucking Stacy and Sandy with it. Stacy was the first one, and I fucked her with her lying on her back. I was very tired by then, and she complained that I wasn't doing it properly, so while I fucked her she had Mark whip my ass with a leather whip that he bought. After that it was Sandy's turn, and it was Josh's turn to whip me. Poor me, my ass was all reddened when it was all done, but Stacy wasn't through yet, and now it was the moment that the guys were waiting for. Stacy ordered me to thank the two guys, and immediately Mark and Josh started taking off their clothes. But then Stacy stopped them before they began. "Wait guys," she said, "I guess the slut must be feeling a bit tired. I mean, even a slut's cunt gets sore sometimes, right, slut?" "Errr, y--yes, " I whimpered. I was really tired after all the fucking, but I didn't think Stacy was going to let me off that easily. She must have something worse in store for me, and unfortunately I was right. Stacy "suggested" that I ask the guys to fuck me in the ass. In the end, I not only had to beg them to fuck my ass, I also had to thank them and tell them how much I enjoyed it afterwards. The following week, some guy sent in a request that I get fucked by a dog, and Stacy said she liked the idea. A dog! I was scared to death, but I didn't dare say anything `cos it would only make things worse. So I just knelt on the floor naked while they discussed what to do. The guys---Mark, Jake and Ben---were against it, with Mark saying that he wouldn't want to touch my pussy again if I were fucked by a dog, but the girls--- Stacy and Pam--were for it. In the end, they agreed on a compromise. I had to make a dog lick my pussy until I came, and if I didn't come, they'd have the dog fuck me. "Ohmigod, Oh God," I whimpered as we waited. Marybeth had a German Shepherd, and Stacy called her, told her about the whole thing, and finally she agreed to bring it over immediately. Marybeth had a smug look on her face when I opened the door for her. I was already naked at that time, and Marybeth intentionally stood at the open door for a very long time before coming in. I was so embarrassed, but my embarrassment turned into fear when I saw her dog. "Say hi to Max, slut!" Marybeth said as she noticed me staring at her dog. "I said say hi, slut!" She snapped when I didn't react. "Oh, hi, Max," I stammered. "Oh, c'mon!" Marybeth was still not happy, "is that how you say hi to a dog that's going to give you a good time? Get down on your knees and give him a nice little kiss!" She said, now laughing. I did as I was told. Kissing a dog isn't bad at all normally, but thinking what's going to happen next just gave me the creeps. After I had kissed the dog, Marybeth wouldn't let me get up. "Stay there, you little bitch!" She said laughing as she took a collar and a leash out of her bag. "You see how thoughtful I am!" She said cheerfully, and Stacy and the others all laughed. They gathered around to watch as Marybeth put the collar on my neck, saying how I really looked a little bitch. "Look at her, Max," Marybeth said, "is this little bitch good enough for you? Or should we go get a better one and leave this bitch to some stray dogs?" Then we all went into the living room, with Marybeth leading both me and Max but our leashes. "Okay, let's get this started!" Stacy said enthusiastically. I was told to sit on the coffee table where they had moved away the coffee table. Marybeth had removed the leash but I still had the collar on. "C'mon, slut! Start playing with yourself!" Pam said. I felt so ashamed. I knew they had all seen me do that, but this was different. They all knew I was going to get licked by a dog afterwards. It was so humiliating. I looked up at Stacy pleadingly, but it was useless. "C'mon, you slut! Do it! Or we'll just let the dog fuck you and save us all this trouble!" "Oh, no, please!" I said. Immediately, I cupped my breasts and began fondling them. Despite my nervousness, my nipples became hardened quickly. Then I reached down and began rubbing my pussy with one hand. I knew I would be wet already. Every time I had to play with myself in front of people, there's this strange feeling inside me, like some kind of weakness. I think I must be sick but I couldn't help it. I began gasping as I got more and more excited. I looked up and saw Max staring at me. Our eyes met, and I began rubbing myself faster. I thought everyone was turned on too, they were all quiet. "Go get her, Max," Marybeth said gently as she gave the dog a push. Max came over obediently and stopped when he was standing between my wide-spread legs. I reached out and caresses his head gently. Then I touched his nose with the hand that I used to play with myself. I was so nervous, my hand was trembling all the time. Max sniffed my hand, and then he began licking my juice-soaked fingers. I rubbed his head a bit, and then I began pushing his head down. Max struggled a bit and then he stopped, and I guess he must have smelt my pussy. He seemed to know what I was trying to do and obediently lowered his head until he was at my pussy, and then he began licking. "Oh!" I was totally taken by surprise and let out a moan. The feeling was so different. The warmth of his tongue, its roughness, and its length. The dog was licking me so hard that I felt like his tongue was entering my pussy sometimes. He was licking me randomly, and sometimes, when his tongue flickered on my clit so hard, I just couldn't help it and I had to cry out, and my whole body squirmed. "Look at her! She's getting really hot!" Jake whispered. No one answered him, but his words pierced my heart. Here I am, getting licked but a dog and getting so turned on that I can hardly control myself! I grabbed Max's head and held it to my pussy steadily, I was desperate to feel his tongue on my clit again. Yes! "Ah!" I moaned, "Ah! Ah! Aaaaah!" I moaned again and again as Max hit his target. My whole body began to tremble as I felt an orgasm building up inside me, and I began grinding my hips against Max. "Oh! Oh! Max!" I closed my eyes and moaned as I came violently. I didn't let go of his head until my orgasm had subsided. And when I let him go, Max stopped obediently. Marybeth pulled him away, and I just sat there on the floor, with my legs spread and my back leaning on the couch, panting, exhausted. "Man that was hot!" Mark broke the silence. "Yeah, she's a real slut!" Jake echoed, "You see how she came! That's wilder than any of the porno film that I've ever seen!" "Of course! She's Callie the Slut!" Stacy said laughing. "Hey slut," she said as she turned to me and grabbed me by my hair, "did you enjoy it?" "I...I..." "I'm asking you a question slut! Answer me!" She said as she gave my hair a tuck. "Ouch! Y--yes, ouch," I whimpered. "Yes what?" "Y---yes I en--enjoyed it," I said meekly, my face burning, "I enjoyed being licked by a d--dog..." "Good, and what does that prove?" "It...it proves that I am...I am a s---slut!" I finally said it. Yes, this is what I am. "Hmmm..." Pam joined in, "well I guess just a little licking wasn't enough for our little slut here then!" The guys were now looking hopefully at Stacy. She was quite clearly the boss here. "Yeah, go ahead!" she said, "Fuck her brains out! Come here, slut! Spread your legs! Now, beg these guys to fuck your brains out!" As Stacy ordered, I crawled to in front of the guys, sat down and spread my legs. I looked at their erect cock and felt the wicked desire rising inside me again. "Please," I begged as my hand slipped up my thigh to my wet pussy, "I am a slut! Please fuck my brains out!" "Sure!" Mark said chuckling as he pushed me down on the floor. "Ah!" I let out a loud moan as he entered me. I couldn't control myself, I wanted him. I wanted to be fucked. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Ah!" I moaned and locked my legs around his back as he pumped in and out of me in a frenzy. We both came quickly, and I cried out loudly as he filled me with his hot cum. And then it was Jake's turn. He lay down on his back, and I obediently climbed on top of him, and without him urging, I began to ride his hard cock. Ben took his place in my asshole and I cried out loudly as I was filled in both holes. The girls weren't going to let me off that easily. They kept calling me names as I was fucked by their boyfriends. "Hey Mark, come here!" Stacy said as she guided Mark to in front of me. "Use the slut's mouth! Let her clean her cunt juices off your dick!" She said as she gave him a push. I opened my mouth obediently, and as soon as he inserted his cock, I began sucking eagerly, tasting the mixture of my juices and his cum. I let the three guys fuck me in abandonment. The more degrading their words sounded, the hotter I felt. I came again and again. Then Ben said he was coming. "Wait," Stacy said, "Shoot your cum on her face! That's what she likes!" Both Ben and Mark pulled out of me, and together they lifted me off Jake and laid me on my back. I was approaching another orgasm, and as soon as they let go of me, I reached up and began rubbing my breasts with one hand and playing with my pussy with another. At first I was just rubbing myself, but then it was not enough, and I thrust first one, and then two fingers into my pussy, and began finger-fucking myself. Then I felt something on my face. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Jake coming. "Here!" He yelled as he guided his cock to shoot his cum all over my face, "take this, you little slut!" Some of his cum even got into my eyes! I was coming like crazy "Ah! Ah!" I moaned as I slammed my ass on the floor. Ben and Mark were coming too and together they covered my breasts with their cum. I was still in a dreamlike state after their cum shower stopped, but Stacy woke me up from that. "Having a good time with our boyfriends?" she said sniggering, "now it's time you pay for it!" VII. While I was still lying on the floor trying to catch my breath, Stacy told the guys to get dressed and leave. "Okay guys," she said, "it's girls' fun time!" "Can't we just stay and watch?" Mark asked hopefully, but Stacy would have none of that. She told Mark to shut up and ushered the guys out. I was just sitting up when she returned to the living room. I was all sweaty after being fucked by the three guys, and there was cum all over my face and my breasts. Except for my first time with Barry, I never had sex with one person alone. Every time, it was with more than one guy, and with even more people watching. But no matter how humiliated it was for me at the beginning, I came again and again in the end. What am I turning into? "Ready for more fun, slut?" Stacy asked me. I looked at her and saw only hatred in her eyes, and I knew it was useless to beg. Getting no answer from me, Stacy just smirked and told Pam to get two spreader bars from their collection of toys. While we waited, Stacy and Marybeth continued to laugh at me as they took more photos. I felt humiliated but tried not to let it show. When Pam came back, Stacy ordered me to get down on all fours, then she cuffed my wrists to the two cuffs on one of the spreader bars, while Pam cuffed my ankles to the other. "Now, doesn't she look like a little bitch?" Stacy asked laughing. "Yeah! What do you think, Max?" Marybeth answered. I bit my lower lip and waited for whatever pain that Stacy was going to inflict on me. "Stacy! What are you doing?" Marybeth exclaimed suddenly. Alarmed, I turned around and saw that Stacy had knelt down next to Max and was stroking his cock! "Wh---what...oh, no!" I cried out in horror as I realized what Stacy was planning. The dog's cock was erect, but it still seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and he was letting out low grunts. "Stacy!" I said, my voice shaking, "you said you're only going to make the dog lick me! You..." "Oh, I thought you're never going to talk to me!" Stacy sneered. "But you promised!" I was almost shouting. "Did I?" Stacy retorted, "all I said was that we're going to have Max lick you for the photos. And since you enjoyed it so much, I'm sure you'll like this even more!" "Stacy..." Marybeth seemed not so sure about this, and in desperation, I tried to crawl towards her, hoping that she would stop Stacy. But Pam stopped me by putting her foot on the spreader bar that my feet were cuffed to. "Please, Marybeth!" I pleaded, "stop her!" But before Marybeth could speak, Stacy stopped her. "C'mon Marybeth," Stacy said, "do you like the way the guys were looking at her? I think they deserve a little punishment. We'll let the guys fuck her and then tell them afterwards that the little slut's cunt has been fucked by a dog!" "Yeah! This will serve them right!" Pam said giggling. "Oh, well, why not," Marybeth murmured as she looked down at me, then she put her foot on the spreader bar cuffing my wrists, making it totally impossible for me to move. "Oh, God, no, please!" I was almost hysterical. I jumped when I felt something touching my pussy. I looked back and saw that it was only Pam. "Disappointed?" she laughed as she began rubbing my pussy. Although I was scared to death, under Pam's skillful handling, my pussy was soon wet again with excitement, and as she began tickling my clit, I couldn't help but let out a moan and began wriggling. "Hmmm, I guess she's ready for you, Max," Stacy said giggling as she brought Max closer. "No, Stacy, please!" I pleaded as she guided the dog to me. Together with Pam, they lifted its front legs and placed them on my back. As if he knew what he was doing, Max climbed forward until he was almost grabbing my shoulders, and I shuddered in horror as I felt his cock poking madly at my thighs. "Easy boy, let me help you," Stacy said laughing as she reached down to take the dog's cock in her hand. "Oh, God, no...oh!" I whimpered as I felt the head of Max's cock pressing against my lips. "Oh, God, oh," I sobbed and lowered my head in shame as Max pushed his way in. I'm being fucked by a dog! His cock was thick and very hard. With a quick jerk, Max was all inside me, and I could feel the base of his cock slamming against my pussy. Immediately, he began pumping me with quick hard jerks. "Holy shit! This is amazing!" I heard Pam whisper. "Urgh! Urgh!" I grunted as Max continued pumping me. I could feel his breath and his droll on my neck, and he would also lick me from time to time. I felt like my pussy was on fire. The dog was pumping me so quickly and forcefully that despite my horror I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter. I'm coming! I couldn't believe it, but I was. I could feel a powerful orgasm approaching, and my whole body trembled every time I felt the base of Max's cock slam against my lips. Suddenly I realized that it wasn't the base of the dog's cock. It was a bulge, and now he was trying to get it in! "Ah! Ah!" I moaned as I felt my lips being spread by the bulge, wider and wider. Then suddenly, the whole bulge was inside me, and my entire body was shaken by a powerful orgasm. "Oooooooow!" I closed my eyes and cried out loudly, but my cry soon turned to a cry of dismay when I felt that Max was shooting his cum inside me. A dog is coming inside me! He kept shooting and shooting as my body squirmed uncontrollably. He was still coming when my spasms finally subsided. "Oh, oh," I was panting and shaking. "That's amazing isn't it?" Stacy asked. "No, I think it's rather disgusting!" Marybeth said giggling, and the girls all laughed. Max had stopped coming now but was still inside me. The bulge at the base had locked his cock inside me! I'm stuck with a dog's cock in my pussy! "Please, get the dog off me!" I pleaded the girls. "Oh, don't worry," Marybeth said, "it will get off in maybe an hour or so, if the dog doesn't feel like another go!" "Yeah!" Stacy joined in, "didn't you enjoy it, slut? Would you like Max to fuck your bitch's cunt again?" "No, please! Get him off me!" I begged, but they ignored me. Instead, they all went up to my room, and I was left in the living room alone with Max. After the girls were gone, I tried to shake Max off me, but it wouldn't work, and it almost had the opposite effect. Max gave several jerks, like he wanted to start fucking me again. Horrified, I held still, and thankfully he didn't go on. After what seemed like ages, I felt his cock softened. I reached down and grabbed the base of it and gently pushed him out. I felt horrible as the dog climbed off me. Quickly I ran upstairs to the bathroom. I wanted to clean myself up, and wash all the cum off me, especially Max's. "Hey slut!" Stacy called out from my room, "what do you think you're doing?" "I was just...can I just get a quick shower, please?" I stammered. "Not yet," Stacy said laughing, "we need you here. Come here, now!" When I entered my room, I saw that they were going through my stuff. Several of my drawers were pulled out, and the wardrobe was opened. I felt angry at this invasion of my privacy, but I didn't dare protesting. "Hey, the slut's got some nice lingerie!" Pam yelled as she found the lingerie that Barry gave me. I had hidden them at the bottom of the drawer after this whole ordeal began, `cos I didn't want to see them again. I didn't want to be reminded of how Barry had betrayed me. There was a vicious smile on Stacy's face when she saw the lacy bra that Pam was holding. "Oh yeah, they're really nice," Stacy said bitterly, "so why don't you wear them more often, slut? Don't you think it's a waste?" "I...I..." I didn't know how to answer. I was cringing uncomfortably. The cum on my face and breasts had now dried and it felt sticky and tight, but the most horrible thing was that Max's cum was now oozing out of my pussy and dripping down my thighs. To stop it from dripping down to the carpeted floor, I had to rub my thighs together and smear it on my thighs. "I'm asking you a question, slut!" Stacy snapped, "still thinking about the great fuck that you just had with Max? You can do it again if you like it so much!" "Oh, no, I'm, I'm sorry," I whimpered, "er, yes, I, I will wear them more often..." "Yeah," Sandy said, "a slut like you should enjoy showing her nice undies off!" Together the girls went through my clothes to find a suitable attire for me. Apart from the lingerie that Barry bought be, my clothes are really ordinary---kinda geeky actually. Finally they decided on a white T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Stacy told me to wear them to school next Monday with the dark blue lacy bra and panties underneath. This would do for the time being, she said, but after school they would take me to buy something more "suitable" for me. If I didn't do it, she would have other ways of showing people how I looked in those bra and panties, Stacy said menacingly. I felt like everyone was staring at me as I walked across the school's parking lot. People whistled but I pretended not to notice them. The white T-shirt that I was wearing was an old one that I only wear at home. It was really thin and the dark blue bra underneath was clearly visible. As Stacy instructed, I had rolled up the bottom of the T-shirt to above my bellybutton and tied a knot with it. Also, the denim shorts were low-waisted, and the waist band of my panties could be seen from time to time. My face was burning with embarrassment. "Callie!" I was relieved to see Angela in the corridor. She had a stunned look on her face. "Hi, Angela!" I greeted her, trying to pretend that everything was normal. "Callie! Why are you dressed like this? I can see your bra miles away!" Angela whispered to me, "and people are staring!" "Er, I dunno," I couldn't tell her the truth, "I just want to try something different..." "But do you have to dress like this to school? I mean, look at these guys! And what will the teachers say?" Angela was clearly concerned, and when we entered the classroom, she thoughtfully walked very close to me, and with the file was was holding in my arms, we were able to block most people's view until I had sat down. But soon everyone began to notice. "Hey Callie, nice T-shirt!" "Wow, Callie, is that a lace bra you're wearing?" I just told the boys to mind their own business. At the same time, I couldn't help noticing the look of disdain on several of the girls' faces. Every teacher frowned when they noticed what I was wearing, but they didn't say anything. I never caused any trouble in class, so maybe they thought they would give me a chance. However, the male teachers looked at my direction a lot, especially Mr Tarver, our English teacher. He was practically talking only to me---or more correctly, to my chest. "Hey Mr Tarver!" a boy called Ernie (who is always the prankster) yelled, "Can you look at me once in a while, please? I feel so ignored!" Everyone laughed, and I couldn't help laughing too. Mr Tarver is a jerk and we all hate him. But when I was laughing, I heard one girl said behind me, "Why is she laughing? She's the cause of all this!" "Yeah," another girl answered, "but I guess she's enjoying all this attention!" Then the two girl said in unison: "slut!" I felt really hurt, but I just ignored them. I was beginning to hate Stacy for making me go through all this, but I wasn't able to do anything. Angela wanted to walk home with me, but when I saw Stacy and her gang in the parking lot, I just told Angela to go home first. "Hey slut, how's your day?" Stacy asked laughing, and I couldn't help but glared at her. "What? People were talking about you and you're not happy?" Pam said, "you should thank us for all the attention that you're getting!" I bit my lip as I tried not to retort. Finally Stacy got mad. "Listen slut!" she hissed as she grabbed my arm, "you'd better show us some respect! Or if you don't want to go on we can end all this anytime!" With these words she reached into the glove compartment of her car and took out a stack of photos. "Here! Take them! Give them to everyone, you cunt!" She scolded as she threw them to me. The photos hit me and fell onto the ground. They were the photos taken by Barry. I hurriedly got down on my knees to gather them up. People were looking in our direction because Stacy was yelling at me, and I nervously looked around to see if anyone could see the photos. "Here, let me help you!" Stacy hissed as she kicked a photo away from me. "Oh no!" I gasped as I ran after it. When I picked it up, Stacy was about to kick another away. "No! Please stop!" I pleaded, "please! I'm, I'm sorry!" The other girls all joined in, and finally I had to apologize to them for being so rude and thank them for the opportunity they gave me to show off my nice undies, and how much I enjoyed doing that. At last, Stacy was satisfied. "Okay, we'll let you off this time," she said sternly, "but remember, you're a slut and you like being a tease! Make sure everyone knows that!" Then suddenly, her tone changed and she was all happy again. 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