Chapter 3

She stared at him with wide eyes and gasped even louder when he walked over to what had looked like a closed door. Now she realized that it was partly open, and though it was dark beyond, less than a moment later, men began filing into the room.

"I'm talking about making a truly full-fledged expert out of you," he told her. "A girl like you can go places in our company. All you have to do is know the right things to do with the right people. In this instance, are Messrs. Addison and Wentworth who are the big wheels in our firm. You do for them, and you'll really make it big, Livia. So to help you along, I've brought some friends. Each one of these guys is gonna teach you something new, and by the time they're finished with you, you'll really get to know it all and make it to the top.

"No!" Livia gasped, genuine terror filling her as the five men filed into the room.

"You suck pretty good," the leader, whose name she would subsequently learn was Allen, muttered.

"Let me out of here," Livia insisted.

"Sure," Allen nodded. "We're gonna do better than let you out. We're gonna take you out. We saw the way you sucked cock, but as good as it was, it definitely needs refining. We're gonna refine you."

"Get away from me," she insisted.

"Don't fight them, Livia," Cameron insisted as he began dressing. "There's a promotion waiting for you at the end of all this. In any case, your present job has been filled by someone else as of Monday. So you have no choice but to 'work your way up.'"

"This is disgusting," she shouted.

"This is life," Cameron said, shrugging as the men closed around her naked form.

Blankets were thrown over her and wrapped around her, and then a rope was wrapped around to keep the blankets in place.

"You're gonna make the rounds, baby," Allen said to her. "When you've finished, you'll be ripe for anybody."

Make the rounds! La Ronde! The Carousel! She had started on a carousel from which there was no escape.

Hands suddenly were lilting her off her feet, and she was being carried bodily, she knew not where. She felt herself being jostled, her soft body bumping on many shoulders as the five men carrying her laughed gaily, as if either going to, or coming from, a party. She felt the crowd into an elevator, and they chatted as if she wasn't there while the elevator rode down to the ground floor. When she tried screaming, their laughs and shouts easily drowned out her muffled cries. She was trapped.

Every now and again someone opened the blanket around her head to make sure she was getting enough air. Then she had an opportunity to see where she was. The first time, she was in the lobby of the apartment house where Forrest Cameron lived. The second time, she found herself lying on the bony knees of three men in the backseat of a car where it was black as pitch.

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The movement of the car made her sick. She tasted Cameron's sperm in her mouth, and she ought to have detested it because she hated the man, but she didn't, instead, she found the flavor of the seminal fluid helped calm her stomach, keeping her from throwing up.

Finally the care stopped and she was being hauled out like a carpet, then being carried into some place—where she didn't know—until they unwound the blankets from around her and she realized she was in a house, in the living room, lying on the floor.

She lay there panting, terrified, looking at her captors. One of them, a tall black- haired man walked over to her and said, "You have a lot to learn in a short time, Livia. I'm Sam. That's all you have to know. I'm not even going to touch you, tonight. I'm leaving it up to my four buddies here to teach you rapidly. Tomorrow, well see what you've learned, and if everything is right, I'll take you back with me on Monday to meet Mr. Addison, the chairman of the company. If you're good enough for him, he'll pass you to Mr. Wentworth, who'll be taking Mr. Addison's place a week from now. You fuck nicely for him, and you'll really be on easy street. You're lucky Livia. The five of us have been tested, and not one of us has ever had the clap. What's more, we're gonna make sure you don't get pregnant. There's this new pill you can take anywhere up to forty-eight hours after you've been fucked, and it'll make sure you don't have unwanted babies. Now I'm leaving you with my friends. You just behave, and nothing will happen."

He walked out of the room, and Livia lay with the blankets still wrapped around her, terrified. She saw one of the men had brought her clothing, and he was hanging them up in a nearby closet.

"You stay cool," a short, dark-haired man told her, whose name she would learn was Mike. 'We have instructions to make you malleable. Translation: we'll kick the shit out of you if you don't behave. The simple fact of the matter is, we're gonna fuck you, honey. Face it! You're gonna have cock rammed into every hole in your body. But you make it hard for us, we'll make it harder for you."

'What do you think I am," Livia gasped. "I certainly have no intention of helping you people rape me."

"Fuck all this," a blond boy by the name of Joel called out. He was a taller, somewhat better-looking version of the man whose name was Allen. They were obviously brothers.

He walked over to her and he began puffing the blankets away from her trembling body no matter how hard she tried holding onto them. Soon, she was stark-naked again, and all four of the glared.

"She is gorgeous," the last of the quartet, a man called Peter, muttered. He was tall, lean, good looking, but with that cruel look in his dark eyes that told Livia not to expect mercy from him. His hair was the same color as hers, though he had no gray streaks in it.

"That is some body," Allen nodded.

Helpless, totally terrified beyond words, the woman shuddered and got to her feet, hoping to somehow or other make a break. She stood in the middle of the living room, shuddering her arms tightly wrapped around her lovely body. Each way she turned, she found herself facing a male ready to leap on her and attack her. She didn't know what to do.

Then all four men seemed to converge on her at once, and began touching her. She kicked, bit, scratched and screamed, even butting with her head. She struggled futilely, and they once again pulled her to the floor, this time face-down on the blankets they had wrapped her in. Her chunky thighs were quivering as the men stared at her nakedness, and not one of them thought those thighs to fat. Mike and Allen held her thighs wide apart, and under the tight crease separating her asscheeks, the stared at the swelling that was her cuntlips, a light sprinkling of brown hair hiding nothing. It was a good thing Cameron hadn't used her cunt. Her body still smelled nice and fresh even though coated with perspiration.

"Me first!" the one called Peter insisted. "I only came along and agreed to this 'cause you guys said I could have her cherry."

Her naked waist looked so narrow now that she was lying flat. The firm plain of her white back still had a small indentation in it where her brassiere strap had pressed into it. Peter, who was kneeling at this point, running his hands over her back, enjoyed the way her flesh shivered as she said to the others, "Son of a fucking bitch! You guys should feel this skin. She's so damned smooth!"

He leaned down, pressing his nostrils to her back, inhaling the scent of her flesh. Jesus! His pulsing cock was really hurting him now, trying hard to push through his pants. His fly was already soaked with the stickiness of his lubrication as he pressed a thigh against the swell of the woman's buttocks.

He began massaging her back, and she quivered even more, not wanting to be touched by these animals. Her hands slid beneath her and cupped her breasts in an effort to keep anyone from touching them, but Peter was much stronger than his lean frame implied, and he reached beneath her and literally pulled her arms out from beneath her. Then she shoved his hands underneath and rubbed her swollenly full, throbbing mounds, thrilling to the hardness of her flesh. In order to keep herself from feeling him, she squirmed, but was unable to move his hands away.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" he shouted to the other three standing around. "These tits are the greatest."

His fingers compressed themselves against the hard, rubbery nipples, and then he moved so they stabbed into his palms. Even though Livia continued her hopeless struggles, her body was unable to ward off the feeling of delight it was enjoying. She writhed hard, almost puffing away at one point, and Peter yelled at the other three, "Hold the bitch, down, goddam it!"

His working hands slid along the tantalizing contoured sides of her delightful body, over the firm flesh of her slim waist and then to the top of her rounded buttocks. he hesitated for a moment, enjoying the way Livia struggled against the pressure of his hand, both of them aware of where his hands would be going, next. Slowly now, his fingers trickled their way across her buttocks, tantalizingly teasing her skin. Livia shuddered and shook, unable to control herself. She hated the man, hated the fact that she was being raped, yet loved the sensation his fingers were imparting to her. His hand moved between her asscheeks, and though she tried clenching them together, he tugged them almost viciously apart, his hands pressing into her buttocks.

"Get a load of that cunt!" Peter gasped, staring at the almost hairless vertical slit below her full, ovoid asscheeks.

Livia felt the other three loosening their hold on her for a moment in order to get a better look at her cunt, and she tried struggling again. But Mike and Joel were holding her arms too firmly, and Allen had a solid grip on both her ankles. With a sense of utter, hopeless frustration, she finally relaxed.

An instant later she felt a new terror grip her, making her quake. Peter had walked around in front of her and had dropped his pants and undershorts. He fell to his knees in front of her, and she was able to see the massive meatiness of his throbbing cock standing out from beneath his own dark curls. The penis swayed from left to right and back again, like a loose-hanging boom.

"Take a really good look at it," he told her. "Mebbee it ain't as long or as thick as the one that you sucked on before, but it's still big enough to make you feel it when I shove it into you cunt and take that hot little cherry of yours."

The heavy mass of dark curls above the youth's rigid stiffness created the impression of overpowering strength. His dangling balls each looked as if they weighed ten pounds. The bulging red head of his throbbing cock seemed to make fun of her as its sightless eye, pointed directly at her face, let a small blob of colorless fluid fall onto the blanket near her face.

Mike, the short, dark-haired man, held her left wrist with one hand now, while his own right hand explored the teasing smoothness of her soft back. Meanwhile, Allen, the blond man still holding her ankles, had a clear, unobstructed view of lightly fuzzed pussy, and the drool was falling slavingly from his mouth. He saw the way the white outer labia, all roundly convex, parted to reveal the rich inner pinkness of the inner temple. God! It was one helluva gorgeous sight! He was barely able to contain himself.

Peter stood up, then walked around to her rear, and kneeling between her thighs told Allen to make sure he kept her chunky thighs tugged wide apart. Then, without another word, he leaned forward and rammed two fingers into the pink slit, feeling her youthful, girlish flesh shudder. He rubbed his fingertips up and down inside the "drapes" that made up her outer labia, then touched her inner lips, and against her will, Livia felt oils beginning to ooze from within her. She tried hard to pull away from the two pushing fingers, but the other three were holding her too tightly. All she was able to do was simply lie there, face-down. She didn't even have the strength to cry any longer.

He shoved his fingers into the narrowness of the tight hole he had found, pushing them ever deeper and deeper, feeling the interior of her hot cunt tunnel getting wetter and wetter with every passing moment, but also feeling the membrane that pronounced her virginity. He pressed his finger all the more firmly against the thin, elastic piece of stretched membrane, feeling the way it reached from one side, diagonally across to the other side of her vaginal corridor. But Peter didn't cram his fingers inside any more deeply. He wanted the pleasure of smashing that cherry with the head of his cock. Still, he did rub his fingers against her upper vaginal wall, feeling more and more slick moisture forming inside her.

"Shit!" he mumbled to the others. "She had one little hot box here. It's tighter'n a snare drum."

Peter slid a third finger into her distending vagina, trying to widen it even more. He felt her helpless body tremble uncontrollably as she grunted a little, but staying perfectly still, refusing to give them the satisfaction of know the fingers were getting to her. The man's digits began moving faster and faster, coated with her heavy oils to where the lubrication was all but gelatinous. He pressed each of the walls inside her cunt in turn, feeling more of the oozing liquid slide out of her.

Taking a deep breath, Livia permitted herself the luxury of relaxing if only for a moment, and when she thought they had loosened their grip on her, she desperately tried to break free again. But Mike had a very firm grip on her arm, and decided to hold her down even better by moving around in front of her and putting his knees on her shoulders.

"Lift her up on her knees," Peter told Allen.

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The blond-haired man released Livia's quivering ankles, the moving around Peter, got a firm grip on the helpless woman's waist. He tugged, hoisting her up, keeping her body locked in place. Peter, this thighs firmly lodged between those of the helpless female, prevented her from clamping them shut. His thrusting fingers continued rubbing back and forth inside her, and he noticed within the passage of moments that her body was involuntarily moving to counter the thrusts of his fingers.

Withdrawing the fingers from within her, he tugged the inner lips apart one more time, saying, "That has to be the prettiest pink oyster I've ever seen. Man! Am I ever gonna love breaking it in."

He moved his knees closer to her, his hand gripping his stiff cock. Pressing the head against her left asscheek, he let it smear its fluid along as she slowly dragged it toward her bumhole, and then, from there let is slide slowly down.

"Please don't!" Livia whimpered, totally helpless. "Oh please ... please ... don't do this to me. I'll do anything you want, but don't"

"I'm glad you'll do anything I want," Peter smiled. "What I want is for you to hold perfectly still while I fit my cock inside you."

"Nooooooo!" the helpless woman wailed, feeling the hardness of his stiff penile point slowly beginning to push its way into her leaking feminine vault.

He kept his palm on top to make sure it didn't pop out as it pushed past her slavering labia. She was writhing already, and it pleased him to no end.

Livia felt pain, lots of pain. She was totally unused to feeling her vaginal walls stretched. He didn't ram it into her, but moved it in slowly, agonizingly, feeling her tight pussy give little by little as he forced the tight sleeve to widen more and more. She was screaming again, yowling like a stuck cat with agony as the stone-like phallic prod continued forcing its way ever deeper into her.

But to Peter, the feeling was unbelievably fantastic. He had fucked more than one cunt in his day, but he had never felt one this good. A heavy, hot, sensation surrounded his pushing pole, crushing gently on it making him cram the = massive organ a bit deeper into the narrow strait where it was delving, causing his balls to tingle with unbelievable delight.

"Oh shit!" he yelled to the other three. "I'm telling you guys, this is really something. I've never known a cunt this hot or this tight before. This is so great, you guys'll have to try it to believe it."

The crushing vulva began spreading a little wider now, accepting him more readily, and the heated, spreading stickiness of her tantalizing flesh, flooding and surrounding his intruding phallic member, made pinwheels of light go off in his brain.

"Christ!" Joel bellowed, his mouth wide open as he stared at the sensuous expressions all over Peter's face.

Peter took a deep breath, then thrust forward somewhat roughly, powering the had of his cock through her delicate cherry, and the lovely woman screamed again, totally unused to the agony she was now feeling. Pain had seemingly become an integral part of her entire self.

Why? she wondered silently. Why were they doing this? What had she done to these men to deserve something like this? How had she harmed them? What reason had they for being so merciless?

The massively broad phallus continued thundering all the more deeply into the tightness of her squeezing inner channel, rending to shreds all obstructions, continuing to power further into her until the man's flat belly slammed against the twin roundness of her delightful asscheeks, all but squashing them flat. Fire filled Peter's lungs now as he gripped her flaring hips and allowed his thick truncheon to slowly eel its way out of her. Only it didn't back out all the way. Rather it slammed right back in again.

Holding her hips to keep Livia steady, Peter forced the full length of his fleshy power tool even deeper into the fiery, humid recesses of her lacerated pussy, thrillingly savoring the delicious, overpowering sensation of her soaking tissues clinging to his iron-hard shank. Chrisallfuckingmighty! It felt unbelievable!

The way Allen's circling arms continued holding Livia's middle up, his own hands were able to touch the swells of her buttocks, and he pulled the wickedly apart in order to gain a better glimpse into the crevice and watch the way Peter continued slamming his plundering phallus into the tightness of her vaginal orifice. Now the organ was covered with a combination of Peter's and Livia's slick juices, mixed with a thin pink coloring, attesting to the destruction of her hymen. She had bled very little, all things considered.

Peter now had the full length of his plunging cock totally buried all the way inside Livia's compressing cunnus, rubbing so solidly against the walls, it created a powerful friction in the depths of her cringing vagina. He looked down to stare at this oil-and-blood-coated phallus, thrilling to the way it looked going into and coming out of her tight box. He was able to see the scalloped pinkness of her labial ridges, noting the way they seemed to leap out each time he pulled his pulsing prong back. Then he noted how the ridges disappeared once he began plunging in again. Much of the way a pair of lips in a mouth looked without teeth, so did her cuntlips look now.

He began setting a regulated pace of push-pull, slamming into the narrow tightness of her cunt and feeling her deliciously round ass rub against his pelvis each time he thrust forward. His hands gripped her hips so tightly, his fingers were digging that much more deeply into her firm flesh.

The fire in his lungs turned to molten metal as he puffed all the more heavily. He tugged her thighs even wider apart, now. She was bowing to his cock, even if facing away from him, paying homage to the way the thudding phallus continued ramming ever deeper into her. There was no doubt about it! This woman was a superior fuck in spite of the fact that she had barely began moving. When she knew it all, she would put most professionals to shame. Shit! She was a woman who was constructed first and foremost for a man's total utter satisfaction. Granted there were women who had prettier faces, and quite a few with more slender bodies, but everything about this particular woman seemed to announce she was just right for about any man to fuck.

Peter's brain burned and his plunging lance continued throbbing and pulsating, and the rubbing of his glans through her weeping channel created the wildest, most insane slicing sensation, as if she were being neatly halved by the sawing instrument. Peter felt as if he was king of the world at this moment. Fucking this woman had this kind of effect on him, and he wondered if he would ever be able to find another like her.

Again and again his knifing cock continued to seemingly cut right into the helpless Livia, stabbing her pink feminine wound, imparting a combination of raw pain and unrefined, totally animalistic pleasure. The muscles in his thighs bulged as he resoundingly churned his body against hers. He wanted to slam his cock even more deeply into this woman's body. He ached to feel his cock-head rub against her belly button—from the inside. He ached to hear her screams and moans of terror become sighs of absolute pleasure, until he finally begged him to keep on doing it—to never stop, but to go right on fucking until the end of time.

Her crying sobs were mixed with guttural moans and short, punctuated wails, each succeeding one seemingly starting before the other one had ended. Deeper and deeper he slammed his thrusting cock into her, forcing more and more of her vaginal passageway to widen itself.

Then he felt the end of her vagina as the head of his penis began slamming into her womanly backwall, but unable to do so because of the elasticity of the flesh, yet it did make her anguish that much more unbearable for the moment.

For all his energy, Peter was now wheezing, huffing and puffing, the perspiration flooding his forehead and falling into his eyes, making them sting and burn. He jammed himself into her that much more powerfully, and it took all of Mike's strength to keep her from sliding forward on the floor, each time, as he held her down in front.

Peter was able to feel his burgeoning phallus continuing to enlarge and swell even more, becoming that much broader and wider until he was certain it would burst. His asscheeks tightened as he rammed all the harder, feeling his immense scrotum tighten and draw up against his crotch. This thigh-fronts were cruelly battering her round, white asscheeks as his fingertips dug all the more deeply into her achingly bruised flesh.

Livia's cries and whimpers had subsided, because the pain was indeed fading. Barely audible moans came from between her lips, and had one listened carefully, one would have heard sighs of pleasure rather than groans of agony. Even so, the mighty flesh cane continued plunging recklessly on, as if expecting to eventually poke a hole in her.

Because the pain was till with Livia, she was unaware of the orgasm building in her interior until it suddenly hit her with the force of a typhoon.

"Yyyyyaaannnghhhhh ... fff ... " she began yelling, only to have her sound cut off as Mike clamped his hand around her mouth, thinking she was screaming from agony. The sensation burst through her body like thunderheads opening and pouring rain onto the earth, below.

As far as Peter was concerned, wonder of wonders, that feeling for which he had been waiting so long began rushing headlong through him, as well, making him slam his cock into her narrowly tight quim with every vibrant thrust in his muscles. His body was completely unbending at the moment, even more tense than his cock as he bent over her upthrust ass, ramming his sizzling baton into her again and again. Then he began a series of long, spasming shudders as the heavy fluid shot from inside him and flooded into her seething center, filling her bruised and beaten feminine vessel with flaming abundance. Gasping cries came from within him as his entire world totally exploded.

Livia felt her own inner sensations heightened by the pressure of his blasting seminal fluid. The thrills intensified for her, and unable to scream them out, she felt them back up and shoot from her nostrils, her ears, her eyes, even the hairs on her head as her entire body was totally overwhelmed by it all—a feeling so powerful she was unable to feel the horrible pain she knew was still inside her. Only after the thrills subsided did she feel sore within.

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