Chapter 3

JJ told me he saved the best for last. I really am satisfied now. I don’t know if I can take any more. I feel good all over and sore, all at the same time. I really need to rest. I think if I had known what was coming I’d have been feeling a lot less sleepy.

JJ flipped me over. As always, it never occurred to me to resist. I do whatever he wants. Just like a rag doll I stay in any position into which he put me. He slapped my ass hard and told me to get up on my hands and knees. I managed to get into position and KC shifted around and straddled the bed in front of me. His ass is on my pillow and his crotch is right in my face.

JJ may or may not be correct. I suppose it’s possible I’m difficult to train to be a sex slave. But I know what KC wants. I opened my mouth very wide and slid my lips down over KC’s large cock. I sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth.

As I sucked on KC’s cock and struggled to work my tongue over it I felt JJ separating my ass cheeks and then sticking his finger into my ass. His finger felt cold and wet and greasy. It took a second for it to register in my sluggish brain that he was going to fuck my ass. I knew, of course that it would kill me if he stuck his huge cock in my ass. So for the first time I started to struggle.

I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t want to deny him. But I’m terrified and sometimes people react to terrifying situations without thinking.

It isn’t that I think his cock will actually kill me if he puts it in my ass. What I really fear is calling my mother and telling her I have to go to the emergency room to have my asshole repaired because my master tore it up with his oversized black cock.

So for the first time I tried to pull away. As if have a chance in hell against these three large men! I struggled to explain that he’s just too big and his cock would tear me. But KC held my head down on his cock and only garbled sounds escaped.

After fucking his finger in and out of my ass for a minute he took it away. I thought for just a second or two that he’d come to his senses and I was relieved. But then I felt him shoving two fingers into the tight little grommet that is his intended target.

JJ has fingers proportional to the rest of his large body. Two of his fingers are just about the size of a normal cock.

I whimpered in pain and struggled as his fingers slowly entered me. My struggles were weak and ineffectual. I knew I didn’t stand a chance against them. I quieted down and lay still for a moment. But I definitely didn’t relax. My fear continued to grow in anticipation of all the pain I know I’m going to experience. But I’m helpless.

Oh my god! I’m helpless! Just like those girls in the books in my mother’s nightstand! This is what it’s really like! This time is different. Yesterday afternoon and this morning I was helpless to resist something exciting, something pleasant. Now I’m helpless to resist something terrifying, something I definitely don’t want to happen. I realized now how significant that little difference can be. THIS is what it’s really like to be helpless!

As strange as it may seem, that thought calmed me slightly.

That doesn’t mean I’m resigned to my fate. I tried once again to lift my mouth away from KC’s cock so I could beg JJ not to do this.

But KC held my head tight with one hand and squeezed my boobs roughly with his other hand. He has no intention of letting me go.

JJ repeated the process and soon he was forcing three of his large fingers into me. Each time he increased the number of fingers he forced into me he added more lubrication. By the time he was finished my ass was totally greased up and pretty well stretched out. But it wasn’t pleasant. It was pretty damn painful, especially when he was using three fingers.

I felt the bed move as he moved into position behind me. I’m still struggling ineffectually against the two of them. Suddenly I felt a couple of very hard slaps on my ass and I stopped struggling.

JJ said, “Listen to me, you stupid cunt. This is going to hurt a little. But it won’t hurt that much if you do it right. I stretched you out and greased you up real good. All you have to do when I start to put my dick in you is push out like you’re trying to take a shit. If you do that it won’t be that bad when I start fucking your hot ass. You just got to relax and let it happen. It’s up to you, of course. I’m going to fuck your ass either way. If you do what I told you it won’t be any worse than when that wimpy dicked fagot popped your cherry. Now relax, cunt. Here it comes.”

I tried. I honestly tried. I tried to relax and I tried to push out against his cock as he forced it into me. The pressure increased and the pain built up and I just knew he was going to tear me open back there.

I screamed around KC’s cock and struggled even harder to get away from them. KC grabbed my hair and warned me that I’d better not touch his cock with a tooth or I’ll be eating my meals through a straw for a very long time.

By that time JJ’s cock was buried a couple of inches in my ass and he stopped forcing it in, giving me time to adjust. He kept telling me to relax under his breath. He repeated it over and over.

Easy for him to say! Nobody’s shoving a huge steel bar up his ass! It hasn’t been that long since I lost my virginity. I still remember what it was like. This isn’t it!

I finally calmed down a little and started concentrating on relaxing again. I realized I was hyperventilating and managed to concentrate on my breathing until I got it under control. This time it seemed to help a little. The pain finally started to abate, but only ever so slightly.

Once I calmed down and stopped fighting him, JJ slowly started advancing again, working his massive cock into my ass an inch or two at a time.

It seemed like it had taken an hour to reach that point, but I finally felt JJ’s hard stomach pushing against the cheeks of my ass. After another short rest period he started slowly stroking his much too large cock in and out. Short strokes at first, then longer and longer. After a while it was almost bearable. And when I realized that I was going to survive, that I wouldn’t have to go to the emergency room, I calmed down and relaxed a little more.

I noticed that KC’s cock was finally growing hard again in my mouth. “Shit,” I thought. “That’s all I fucking need!”

But I thought it might help to take my mind off of the pain in my ass so I started sucking. KC’s cock is so fat I had trouble opening my mouth wide enough to take it in once it got hard again. I’m going to have to measure this sucker some day!

JJ started picking up the pace. I hoped that the show I put on when I undressed and put out for his two friends got him really excited because I’m anxious for this to be over.

But just then something strange happened. JJ’s hand slid down off my hip and reached under me. His fingertips began to tease me, rubbing my pussy and then concentrating on my already swollen and sensitive clit.

Now I know that it isn’t possible. How could anyone be in this much pain and have an orgasm?! But between having an oversized cock in my mouth and a cock in my ass and a hand on my clit and a hand squeezing my tits ... I’m about to cum again!!

I was as amazed as anyone else when, just as I felt JJ tensing up to shoot his load in my ass, I did just that. I came again while being face fucked and ass fucked. I couldn’t hide it either. I didn’t even try.

After he came, JJ left his softening cock in my ass while I finished sucking off KC. It took me several more minutes to bring KC off, mostly with my hands.

I finally swallowed KC’s second large load. He watched me struggling to swallow his cum with an arrogant smile on his face. When I finally got it all down he pushed my mouth away.

As soon as my mouth was empty, JJ finally pulled his soft, but still very large cock out of my ass. I gasped in pain when he grabbed my hair. But I didn’t struggle. I let him pull me around until I was kneeling with my face in his crotch.

I suddenly returned to my senses and remembered my job. I thanked JJ for fucking my ass with his beautiful cock. Then I held my breath and started licking his greasy, slimy cock. I licked it all over until it was clean and then I licked his balls clean as well. That sounds awful. But it wasn’t so bad. There was nothing there but the grease he used and traces of his cum. There was no sign of what I feared I’d encounter there.

Finally he was satisfied. He stood up and started dressing. I collapsed on my bed and watched the three of them dressing. They all looked quite satisfied.

JJ stood beside the bed, zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. He smiled down at me and said, “That was fun, bitch. I think you’re going to make a fine slave after all. Meet me at the mall tomorrow at eleven.”

I softly answered, “Yes, sir.”

Then I looked down at my body as I listened to them leaving. I had cum running down my thighs from my pussy and my ass. I even had cum in my hair! I don’t know how that got there. I thought I swallowed it all! But the most noticeable thing was my red, swollen, totally bald pussy. I decided I like it that way. It doesn’t really feel any different but I think it looks neat and clean and sexy.

I glanced at the clock and swore. I have less than half an hour to try to pull myself together and get cleaned up before my mom gets home. Those three guys used my incredibly sore body for an hour and a half!

I started to get up and take a quick shower but I didn’t make it on my first attempt. The sudden pains in my stretched pussy and ass made movement very difficult. I finally managed to struggle into my bathroom and take a quick shower. I put on my shorts and a t-shirt and rushed to the kitchen to start supper.

While we were eating supper I told my mom Jill is coming over for some help with an algebra problem she didn’t understand. I asked if it was okay if she spends the night. We used to do that a lot when we were younger but it’s been a while since the last time we had a sleepover and mom seemed surprised I was asking.

Mom said it was fine. She has to go out this evening. The committee she’s on at the town library is meeting and she probably won’t be home until after ten. She’s happy I won’t be alone.

Jill showed up just as I finished cleaning up the kitchen. Mom left as soon as Jill arrived and we went to my room. For some reason we feel more comfortable talking there.

As soon as we were alone Jill wanted to know everything. She’s finding it very hard to believe I could have changed so much in such a short time. It isn’t as though I was a geek or anything. But I’ve always been pretty conservative and she finds it hard to believe that out of the clear blue I suddenly turned into a sex mad slut.

I started at the beginning again. I told her everything that happened to me from the time JJ started walking beside me in the hallway after school and told me he was taking me home. I already told her most of it today at school. This time I added details. I was nervous about that earlier. But I saw her reaction this afternoon and I see them again this evening. She wants to hear it all. So I included every nasty detail I could remember. I can remember a lot. It’s all I could think about all damn day today. I told her all of it. I described the tastes and the smells. I told her what if felt like to be penetrated by such a large cock. I struggled for the words to describe the orgasms I experienced with JJ.

After that I told her about what happened after school today. Every orgasm from this afternoon is still fresh in my mind. I clearly remember every painful, humiliating sex act.

I told Jill everything from baring my ass in the parking lot and cumming on KC’s fingers in the front seat of the car to riding home in the car half naked, meekly allowing two men to explore my pussy to their heart’s content. I told her about every humiliating thing I did from the time I left the school grounds and the degrading treatment started again. And I was forced to admit that it was even more exciting when there were three of them using me like a two dollar whore.

When I finished my lurid tale she sat there staring at me, trying to act as if she doesn’t understand and she isn’t turned on. I know better.

I got up and told her I’d be right back. I went to my mom’s room and grabbed her small library of pornographic books. I was careful to note the way they’re arranged when I took them so that I could put them back the way I found them.

I dropped the books on my bed. Jill looked at the covers of the books in shock. I explained to her that I had the fantasies first. But finding and reading these books had fueled my fantasies like throwing gasoline on a fire.

She still has the shocked look on her face. She’s making me nervous. I felt like I had to get her to say something. I told her that I know this is all pretty hard to take in. But I had to talk to someone and she’s my only best friend. I asked her if she can still like me now that she knows my secret, now that she knows what I’ve done. And now that she knows what I fully intend to continue doing.

She really appears to be having trouble digesting all this. My actions over the last two days, the books I just tossed on the bed. It just didn’t jibe with who she has always thought I was.

She picked up one of the books and stared at the naked young woman on the cover who is chained up in an impossible pose and surrounded by large, ugly, leering, nearly naked men. She opened the book and paged through it, stopping from time to time to read a paragraph or two. Her face and neck are bright red and her breathing seems ragged.

She finally put the book down and looked at the pictures on the covers of the other books. She read the titles, all about rape and blackmail and forced sex and humiliating and abusing young women.

She finally spoke in a quiet breathless voice, as if she were afraid someone else would hear. “So how does this work? Do you just do what anyone tells you to do? Is there a limit? Aren’t you scared about where this is going? Does your mom know? She must be the same way! Have you talked? Do you really like it when those guys do that stuff to you?”

The questions just poured out of her.

I tried to be completely honest. I’m pretty much figuring some of this out even as I answered her questions. I had, after all, only come to realize I’m a submissive yesterday and even then only when it was pointed out to me. Since then a great many strange, erotic things have happened to me. A lot of things no girl in her right mind would even consider doing have been done to me.

I took a deep breath and replied, “Okay, first, I don’t know how this works. I don’t know why I let JJ lead me out of school yesterday, drive me home and make me do all of those things. I know that it was the most exciting sex I ever had, although hopefully my two previous sexual experiences are not indicative of a normal sexual experience. I know that the things we did are the things I fantasize about. I don’t know how he knew I’d let him do that stuff to me. And I don’t know what I’d do if someone else did it.”

I thought about that for a minute and said, “I suppose it would depend on the person.”

“What if I started giving you orders?”

I hadn’t considered that! I’ve never even considered having sex with another girl! I looked at her in disbelief. Is she suggesting she wants to do that? I don’t know if I could do that with my best friend ... or any girl! I don’t know what to say to her.

Finally I said, “I don’t know. I don’t think that would work. Would you want to do that?”

Jill just shrugged. Maybe she’s just trying to understand too.

I continued trying to answer her questions. “I don’t know what my limits are. I’m excited by the public humiliation. I hate it when it’s happening to me. I’m so embarrassed I can hardly breathe. But at the same time, I’m forced to admit that each time it happens I have to go to the girl’s room and wipe up the pussy juice that’s running down my legs.

“On the other hand, I don’t want to be the school slut. If JJ wants to make me into that, though, I don’t know that I’ll resist. I don’t want to be harmed. I don’t like pain. But when I’m helpless and they’re hurting me it sometimes makes me cum. So I guess I don’t know what my limits are.”

Jill picked up one of the books and showed me the picture on the cover, a girl tied up and being whipped. “Does that excite you?”

I can’t help it. The idea of being in that position does excite me. I guess the idea of the helplessness of it does anyway. Of course I wouldn’t want to be whipped with a bull whip. I tried to explain that to Jill and then I tried to answer her next questions. Those were easier.

“As for your last questions, yes, I get scared. And no, my mom doesn’t know. She has been giving me some funny looks the last couple of days, though. I think she suspects that something is going on. I don’t think she suspects what’s really happening. We haven’t talked about it. I’d probably die of embarrassment if she tried!

“I don’t know what her fantasies are. I know she has the books and I know she reads them because when I get one out to read they’re always moved around in her drawer and in a different order. I know they’re in the drawer with her vibrators so she probably masturbates when she’s reading them.

“That thought creeped me out at first, the idea that my mother actually masturbates! But I suppose it’s what she has to do. As far as I know she hasn’t been out with a man since my dad died.

“Since the books are about men doing stuff to girls, and since that’s the only kind she has, I suppose she’s turned on by this stuff too. Or at least she’s turned on by the fantasies.

“It’s hard to answer the last part of your question. I guess I like doing these things. But it’s hard to explain how you can like being forced to do things you don’t like. I don’t know! Do you understand?”

Jill thought about it for a minute and then said, “I don’t know. Sort of ... I guess, in a way.”

I can tell she’s interested but I’m not sure in what way. Is she a submissive? Is she a dominant!? It’s obvious she has more than a casual interest in what I’m doing, or having done to me. But she isn’t giving me any hints about her own thoughts on the subject.

“Could you do it?” I asked. “Could you let some guy, or guys, tell you what to do?”

I watched her thinking it over and looking at the pictures again. She really seems fascinated by the covers of my mom’s books.

She finally said, “I’m not sure. I don’t think I could do that. And yet the idea of you doing it fascinates me.”

I looked at her for a few seconds and said, “Fascinates?”

She blushed and admitted, “Okay. Yeah. Maybe it kind of turns me on.”

I’m not sure how to take that. But at least she isn’t disgusted with me. I asked her if she thought she might like to be the one giving orders but she said she doesn’t think she’s that self-assured.

Neither of us spoke for a minute. Then Jill asked me when I’m seeing JJ again. I told her I have to meet him tomorrow morning at the mall. After another brief pause she said she’s going with me.

I’m definitely not sure about that!! I don’t know if JJ would want her there and I’m not sure I could stand to do these things with her watching. Even more worrisome, I don’t know if she could see me with JJ and still be my friend. I explained my reservations to her and I told her I’d have to think about it.

It’s getting late so we got ready for bed. We both sleep in panties and oversized t-shirts. It didn’t take long to change. I’d forgotten my pussy is bald now. I blushed when I saw her staring. But she didn’t say anything.

As soon as I was ready for bed I was going to return my mother’s dirty books before she comes home. But as I gathered them up, Jill stopped me. There’s a devious glint in her eyes when she exclaimed, “Wait! Don’t take them back yet. Go get one of your mother’s vibrators.”

I hesitated. In all the times we’ve sleepovers at each other’s houses we’ve never done anything of even a remotely sexual nature. We’ve talked about sex a lot but never done anything. Despite all the explicit sex talk we engaged in today, all the embarrassing admissions, I’m still not comfortable with the idea of doing something sexual in front of her.

But Jill kept urging me on and I finally gave in. I think I’ve already made it clear how little backbone I have.

I went into the next room and got one of my mother’s vibrators. I selected a smooth, plastic, bullet shaped vibrator with a three position switch on one end as opposed to one of the surprisingly realistic fake cocks.

Jill was stretched out on the bed when I got back to my bedroom. She has started reading one of my mother’s dirty books. Her sleep shirt is pulled up to just under her boobs, baring her flat, smooth belly and her undeniably sexy little panty.

She looked up from the book when I came in. She smiled up at me. It was a conspiratorial little smile that made me nervous. She told me to lie down, turn the vibrator on low and gently massage her stomach and thighs while she continues reading.

I remained standing just inside my door. I don’t want to upset her. But I really don’t want to do what she’s suggesting.

Finally, in a voice that’s far too meek to be very convincing I said, “I don’t feel that way about girls, Jill. I don’t want to have sex with you. I’m already afraid of what I might have done to our friendship.”

She smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry, silly! We’ll always be friends. Besides, we aren’t going to have sex. I’m going to read this book while you use your mom’s vibrator to get me off. Come on! It’ll be fun!”

What can I say? Jellyfish don’t have spines.

I reluctantly stretched out beside her and turned the vibrator on low. I still don’t want to do this. But at the same time I can’t deny that once I started letting her tell me what to do I began to feel the sexual tension slowly begin to build. I think I’d have felt less stressed if it were anyone else but Jill. But even with my best friend I’m starting to think it’s pretty exciting.

I began to slowly move the vibrator gently over her stomach in relatively safe areas. I avoided her pubic area for a long time. There’s just something about touching my best friend there that has a very high “Ick Factor.”

As I neared her thighs with that quietly vibrating fake phallus she spread her legs so that her knees are about a foot apart. The faint, slightly musky but surprisingly pleasant scent of her arousal began to slowly perfume the air!

Despite my reservations I’m a bit surprised to discover it excites me to realize I’m having that effect on her. I can see the crotch of her thin, jade green, nylon panties stretched tight across her prominent vulva. There’s a small but growing dark spot over her pussy. They’re soaking wet! Her juices are soaking completely through her panties!

I felt my reticence slowly fading away as the eroticism of this strange situation began to affect me. But still I avoided touching her there.

I moved the vibrator slowly up and down her thighs and back over her tummy. I even guided it up, around and over her pert breasts, pausing briefly on each of her stiff nipples.

She ignored me. She’s concentrating all her attention on the little porn novel she’s reading. But her body is certainly responding to what I’m doing! Jill is breathing so heavily that she’s almost panting now. Her nipples are poking way out like I’ve never seen them before. Her hips are beginning to grind on the bed in a slow, sensual manner. It’s obvious she’s rapidly nearing a very uninhibited orgasm. And it doesn’t seem to bother her at all that it’s thanks to her lifelong best friend.

I couldn’t help myself. I felt so empowered, even though I’m, in effect, back in the role of a submissive. I decided I’ve been teasing her for long enough. I finally began moving the vibrator over the wet spot on her underwear, gently, up and down over her pussy. I was terribly embarrassed when I suddenly realized how much I wished those panties weren’t there. It shocked me to realize I want to see her pussy when she has her climax!

She gasped loudly, dropped the book and grabbed the bedspread beneath her with both hands. Her eyes are closed and she has begun to thrust her hips up to meet the vibrator. She’s gasping and moaning, clearly losing control. Under her breath she’s quietly begging, “Yes, yes, yes! Do it! Touch me there! Oh god!

Suddenly Jill screamed incoherently and had a huge orgasm. It was so exciting to watch. I very nearly came with her!

I moved the vibrator away from her pussy as her orgasm ended. Her face and neck are dark red. But I know that’s due to her orgasm and not a sign she’s embarrassed. She slowly relaxed her hips back onto the bed. I continued to move the plastic substitute dick over her stomach and thighs for a couple of minutes longer as she relaxed.

“FAR FUCKING OUT!!” she exclaimed after several minutes. “Oh god! Thank you, Crystal! That was the most wonderful orgasm I’ve ever had!”

I’m embarrassed. But at the same time I’m happy that I could make her feel that way.

I want to take the books and vibrator back to my mom’s room now. It’s really getting late. I can’t even imagine trying to explain to my mother how they came to be in my room. Or worse yet, what we were doing with them.

But Jill won’t let me. Not yet. She insisted on returning the favor.

I don’t want to do that. But there’s no denying I’m extremely turned on at that moment. I have to admit I didn’t put up much of a struggle when she picked up that fake cock and began to use it on me.

I moved up beside her and stretched out on my back. I rested my head on the pillow and a shiver of excitement ran through me when I suddenly discovered I can smell a dim trace of the faint, aroma of a naked male lingering there from when KC sat on my pillow while I was sucking his cock and JJ was fucking my cherry ass.

I tried not to grin as I wondered what Jill would think if she knew that her head had just been laying where KC’s naked ass was resting while I brought him to orgasm with my mouth.

I spread my legs slightly. I picked up one of the books and turned to one of the good parts. They’re easy to find. After a while those books just seem to automatically open to the hottest parts as if they’ve been trained!

Jill slid down so that her head is level with my stomach and started moving the vibrator over me just like I did for her. It’s so much more exciting to have someone else doing it to you! In only a few short minutes I was cumming.

Jill didn’t take the vibrator away after I came. She kept moving it over my pussy and I began having one orgasm after another. I finally had to beg her to stop. I couldn’t take any more.

But she didn’t just stop. I gasped when her fingers slid between my underwear and my aroused flesh and moved the crotch of my panties aside. Before I could figure out what she was doing she shoved that damned vibrator all the way inside me! I had one more violent orgasm and then collapsed on the bed.

She turned the vibrator off but didn’t remove it immediately. She moved it around a little bit, turning it slowly and sliding it in and out very slowly. I was almost ready to ask her to make me cum again when she finally started slowly removing it. I shuddered uncontrollably as it was slowly withdrawn.

“I’ve never seen a pussy up close,” Jill said with a sense of wonder evident in her voice. Then she added, “I kind of like the hairless look. It looks so ... clean.”

I can hear the fascination in her voice as she continued to slowly pull that piece of plastic out of me in slow motion. Her face is only inches from my pussy and I was suddenly very embarrassed. I tried to push her away.

She just brushed my hand away and continued to slowly pull the vibrator out of me. She stared at my red swollen pussy for a moment and then held the vibrator to her face. She sniffed it and then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and tasted it.

“Ewww!” I exclaimed in disbelief. “How could you do that?”

“It isn’t so bad,” she said.

But from her tone of voice I can tell she’s still making up her mind. She put it to my face and told me to smell it.

I tried to turn away but she followed my face with the vibrator until finally I gave in and exclaimed, “Okay!”

I took a quick sniff to please her. It smells familiar. It smells like sex. It smells like a cock that just fucked me and is waiting to be cleaned.

“Taste it,” she said.

“Jesus no!” I exclaimed. “I don’t want to taste it. Look, this is weird. I know what my pussy tastes like. Every time JJ or one of his friends fucks me they make me suck their cock’s clean. But it’s just so weird doing this stuff with you. Come on. Give me that damned thing so I can put it away before my mom gets home.”

Jill was adamant. “If you don’t want to be having this argument when your mom gets home you better open your mouth.”

Jill suddenly sat up and straddled my stomach. She held the base of the vibrator to her crotch and slowly inched her way up my body until she reached my face. She was resting her ass on my tits and pushing the nasty tip of the vibrator against my lips.