Prologue My name is Nina Lynn McCall and while I hate it with a passion you can not even begin to fathom, I feel it is somehow my place to try and explain to you how and why we came to the decision to abduct, torture, and repeatedly rape Holly Ann Tyson; I would like to tell you that we were drunk at the time...or high...I wish I could say it was one of those in the moment things that you do without thought, driven by emotion rather than any rational actions; of course, I know, even if we had been drunk or spaced out on some illegal drug, it wouldn't alter the harsh reality that what we did was wrong in every since sense of the word. I just wish...I don't know. I wish I could have some extenuating fact or circumstance to try and make it seem less horrible...mainly I wish I could offer myself an excuse to maybe ease some of the guilt I have carried in the years since my circle of friends and I carried out those vicious, unforgivable acts against a girl we chose to be our victim simply because we believed she was somehow less than we were...the fact that she did not come from a wealthy family, as we all did, made us believe it was okay to pluck her up and use her to fulfill our twisted fantasies; we didn't think anyone would care about her or what she suffered and we certainly never believed for a single moment that Holly would go to the police once our games were complete, nor did it occur to us that the day might come when Holly would seek vengeance on her own accord. Of course, Holly and her desire to make us pay more or less jumps somewhere into the middle of the story, and that isn't mine to tell...it is up to me to relate to you how it all begin. Almost innocently. If innocents can be factored into what we did. I certainly did not think we would actually end up planning and acting out the crime when the odd subject of rape came up late one autumn evening as my best friends and I set in together in my bedroom, listening to music and bitching about general teenage topics; school and our parents...college applications...it was all fairly normal as I lay across my bed flipping through a magazine as my oldest friend, Susan set on the floor, talking about how her mother was considering more cosmetic surgery to try and ward off the signs of aging for another year; it was another dull night, in my mind, so I was looking for something to lighten up the mood a bit when I heard laughter coming from the computer where my boyfriend set, checking out various websites for the sheer hell of it as my twin brother, Adam, stood to his right and their tag along buddy, Mark stood to the left, staring at the screen and with a grin, I slipped from the bed to see what the fuss was about. "What the fuck..." I couldn't help but cringe when I saw the screen; it was a dark and disturbing images of a young, large breasted woman bound and gagged with her legs spread wide apart, leaving her vulnerable and helpless as two men forcefully sucked on her nipples and another shoved his large cock into her clearly dry cunt; the expression on her face made it clear that she was in horrific pain and I slapped Chuck hard on his firm shoulder as he laughed and Susan shook her head. "You have got to check this shit out." Adam laughed as he looked up at Susan, to see she was glaring at him, far from amused by the reality that her boyfriend was looking at such a shocking images. "What is it?" I asked again, leaning over Chuck to get a better look. "It's a rape fantasy website." It was Mark who answered, looking was awkward as he always did, long and lanky with shaggy brown hair that fell stubbornly into his eyes as he stood there with his hands shoved deep in his pants pockets. "Rape fantasy?" Susan wrinkled her nose. "Yeah. There are thousands of them on the net." "Is that so, Chuck?" I tugged at his earlobe with my teeth. "How do you know?" "I have checked them out from time to time." "So I have." Adam didn't leave his friend hanging alone. "Why do you look at that?" There was more fascination than disgust in my voice as I asked, which came as a surprise to me; I was a liberal young woman, after all, so one would assume seeing images of females depicted as sexual objects rather than actually, real people should have angered me...but I was curious as Chuck rolled back the chair so I could perch on his lap. "Do you get off on this stuff?" It was a possibility I would not have considered before that moment; I knew Chuck liked to have sex a bit on the rough and intensely physical, but this...the girl on the screen was in pain, she was not taking an active part in what happened to her, but I could feel Chuck's hard erection pressing firmly against my bottom. He was very aroused. I had a feeling the same could be said for my brother as I glanced up to see him fondling Susan's breast as she snuggled at his side and I was astounded as Chuck explained to me that he did indeed find it exciting to look at such things. It turned him on. Had for a long time. Adam was the same and when I cast a glance at Mark, he nodded eagerly, to let me know he was on the same page as his two friends and I found it hard to wrap my mind around, at first, as I went back to my bed to sit down and Susan returned to her place on the floor and Chuck searched around until he found another website that he called a personal favorite; it was a fictional site where very graphic stories were published regarding forced sex and rape...they detailed vicious and brutal attacks...acts of degradation and torture; many of the tales were designed to make one see the assaults through the eyes and the mindset of the rapist and sitting there on my bed as Chuck read one story after another, I was shocked to find myself become aroused and excited. My cunt was wet. My nipples taunt. I felt hot and achy. Looking at Susan, I could see she felt the same...we were turned on listening to dark and disturbing written dreams men and women had regarding rape...beatings...humiliation...it was a startling thing to find such an aspect in my character but I couldn't bring myself to deny it was indeed there and from that first incident, we all began searching the net for more sites each time we were together and Adam even found some books online that we ordered and we read them with vigor. I know, at this point, those who are reading this are most likely feeling ill, unable to believe that we could actually find sexual excitement in hearing about an innocent girl or woman suffering; I won't try and defend myself, or my friends, or how we all slowly became somewhat obsessed with the disturbing topic we read about and talked about and after a two or three months, the night finally came when we all admitted that we had been wondering what it would be like to actually plan and carry out an attack...what would it be like to have total control...to take an unsuspecting person and degrade and torture and have our way with them in any sexual manner we so chose as they begged for mercy and cried and screamed...we talked about it endlessly, finding stories on our own that we would share with the others until Chuck finally grinned one night and simply said that we needed to do it. Make a plan. Find a victim. I laughed at the suggestion. I was sure that he was kidding, or at least I wanted to believe he was, at first, as we each jumped onto the topic, telling in very explicit detail what acts we most wanted to perform...what torment turned us on the most...how we would do it...where we would take the person; we all agreed that we would need more than a few hours to play out all the games, as we came to call the things we wanted to inflict on the chosen victim; a weekend would be a perfect time frame, Susan suggested. I agreed. A weekend. To torture. Dominate. I very nearly came in my pants, just thinking about it...how it would feel...the power...the means to hurt...some of the most intense sex Chuck and I ever had followed the rape planning discussions and Susan admitted to me that it was the same for her and Adam, and while Mark didn't have a girlfriend, he still set in on our sessions and offered an idea from time to time, though it was obvious the subject made him nervous, but Mark was always oddly nervous and pitifully eager to please Adam and Chuck to maintain their friendship; he was something of a follower where my brother and my boyfriend were the leaders and me and Susan were happy to find fun anywhere we could in the little town we all called home so when Chuck told us he was dead serious about acting out our fantasies, I have to admit it did not take much nudging on his part to get me to agree to take part in the action and Susan and Adam were eager to get a good game going and naturally, Mark said he would do his part and he even offered the use of his video camera when Susan laughingly said we should make a tape of the attack, so we could each have a copy to watch from time to time in the years to come and Chuck quickly warmed to the idea. Once it was decided that we were indeed going to plan the rape, we all quickly complied our ideas and thoughts...we even printed some stories off the computer to use as a guidebook; we all had in mind what we wanted...how we wanted it and we took a day trip to Atlanta to go to numerous well known sex shops and between the five of us, we spent nearly a thousand dollars buying what we called our supplies; we purchased several pairs of handcuffs, leg and ankle restraints, ropes and chains from a hardware store and added to that, Susan selected a ball gall shaped like a penis and I chose several dildos, mostly large ones that made Susan laugh when she tossed them into our basket beside some painful looking nipple clips that came with a control that one could use to send sharp electrical charges...we got a leather whip and something called a wooden pussy paddle. Chuck bought an electric prod. Adam a five gallon bucket. He wanted to try some water torture he said...he wanted to hold our victim's head underwater while he fucked her hard in the ass; Chuck purchased several hooks that could be connected into the ceiling so the helpless girl could be properly strung up when she received her beatings and Adam insisted in buying two strap on penis that Susan and I could use...he picked out a spiked dog collar and a leash...butt plugs...an odd device that would hold a mouth opened wide...body oils...lubrication creamed and condoms and another leather flog that had seven straps on it and each had a rock attached to it; we had seen such things on the computer and we felt well equipped to administer pain with all he selected and then very carefully stored in my bedroom closet as we set about the next stage of the plan and that was deciding where to take our victim. This was an important factor, we had to find a quite, highly secure location where no one would find us for two days; it was already decided that we would each tell our parents that we were taking a road trip, none of them would object and it was the best way to explain why we would not be around for so long...so the question was where and in the end, the most logical choice became the seldom used hunting cabin owned by Susan's late grandfather. No one went it anymore. It had been left to Susan's father in the will, but he did not care for hunting...it was nice and quite and tucked in the woods on a sixty acres parcel so no one would be around to hear our fun or the frantic screams our games were sure to invoke from the victim we selected and with the place to play determined, the only question that remained was who. Who? Someone beautiful, that was a obvious given...we all had to find the personal appealing...it had to be a girl who did not travel in the same social circle as we all did; my and Adam's father was a former lawyer and at that time, a county judge and Susan's mother was a lawyer and her father ran the bank his family had founded years before and despite the fact that Mark was a dork, at times, he came from very blue blood; his mother was the town mayor and his father was a state senator who just happened to own the three biggest business as well as half the property in our beloved county, so we were all basically rich kids who had no cause to worry about the future...maybe that was why it was so easy for us to not stop to consider any possible repercussions...by saying that you most likely think I am trying to make you feel sorry for us or take pity, but that is not the case, what we did was wrong and I know that all too well now, but our backgrounds did play a part in the way we saw the world, so you do need to know that we were all spoiled and self centered and eager to play simply because we felt we had the right. Granted, in wanting to play, selecting our 'fuck toy' as Adam dubbed the victim, became very important and at first we were not sure how to chose and none of us seemed to want to come out and threw a name in the air, to see what the others thought, but I did have someone in mind. Had for a while. From the moment we made the decision to act on our plan, truth be told...something in Susan's eyes made me think that maybe she had the same idea so I pulled out a piece of paper, wrote down a name and showed it to her and she grinned and nodded; we were indeed on the same track and Adam laughed out loud in delight when he snagged the paper from Susan and Chuck slapped him gleefully on the back while Mark simply bobbed his head a couple of times and I felt oddly happy with myself for having broken the ice when the guys all confessed that Holly Ann Tyson as their number one pick and that their pricks were eager to have a go at her. At sixteen, Holly was a year younger than we were, a junior with a rather quite and shy nature; she was a stunning girl with thick, raven hair and big brown eyes that had long, dark lashes and her body was glorious; tall and thin with very full breast and a trim waist, she was a member of the track and field team, so her legs were long and shapely and extremely appealing. She was hot. I had to admit that. The girl was glorious with an easy smile that was warm when she shyly flashed it and her skin was a beautiful bronze; she had high cheekbones and a heart shaped mouth...rumor had it that her father had been of African American decent while her mother, Rita was part white and part Mexican and as bad as it sounded, in the small, deep south town where we lived, that made Holly not what one would call well received by most and it didn't help her cause that her mother had a rather unpleasant reputation; Rita loved to party and have a good time and it was a well known fact that Holly had pretty much raised herself with little help from Rita along the way. She didn't know her father. Her mother never kept a boyfriend for long. By the time she was sixteen, it was obvious that Holly was wise to the world; she kept to herself for the most part, she was very much into school, and we all knew via the rumor mill that she was determined to get a scholarship to NYU so she could get the hell out of the town that looked down on her without really knowing her at all...I suppose she was someone who should have been admired rather than scorned but in an effort to be as honest as possible I have to tell you, I really hated Holly Tyson and had for a long time. Okay. So you want to know why I hated her. Simple. Some of it was typical and superficial teenager girl stuff; I was a beautiful blond, often considered the most attractive girl in school...next to Holly...no one dared say as much right to my face, but more than once I heard those words whispered and each time I did, rage made me want to scream and stomp my feet. It wasn't right. I was better. I came from a better family. As far as I was concerned, Holly didn't deserve to have her name said in the same breath as mine, but the real blow came when my older stepbrother, Jared, went as far as to hire Holly to work part time, after school, at the law firm he ran while our father served as a county judge and I was livid. Furious. I told Jared he was insane. Holly? But he simply told me that Holly was bright, she worked hard...I wanted to accuse him of hiring her because of her looks, but I didn't dare...to do so would have been insulting...Jared was blind and had been since he was five years old; the car accident that had taken his mother's life had left him without sight after glass flew into his eyes...he had seen endless doctors for a time but had finally told his father he was sick of being poked and prodded by the time he was eleven and it was shortly after that decision on Jared's part that his father, Greg, met my mother, Caron, via a mutual friend. Adam and I were one at the time, our father had died in a plane crash when our mother was two months pregnant, so Greg was the only real father we knew and he loved us as if we were his own; he never treated us as if we got only leftover affection and for a time, Adam and I actually felt fairly close to Jared, but that changed as we all grew older and Jared became what Adam called a bleeding heart fool who felt compassion for the most useless of people, with Holly serving as a prime example...the girl was trash as far as I was concerned and thankfully, Adam agreed, so you can imagine the laughing fit he and I shared when we stopped by the office one afternoon to deliver a message to Jared from our mother and we saw Holly there, talking to Jared as he stood at her desk giving her direction as a project he had trusted her to handle and while Jared could not see it, Adam and I could. As plain as day. It was in Holly's eyes. In the way she set there with a shy smile as she looked up at Jared...the bitch had a crush on my stepbrother...it was as sick as anything I had ever known and I hated it...yet it made me laugh to see the fool girl looking at Jared with such respect and adoration in her eyes and Adam and I joked about it endlessly and it was on both our minds when we all agreed that Holly Tyson would be our perfect little 'fuck toy' and I found myself all the more eager to put into actions all I had thought and daydreamed about for so long. For me, it was the perfect chance to teach Holly a few well deserved lessons about her place in life; I wanted to show her what she was and what she was good for and Adam and I couldn't help but cast glances at one another when Jared mentioned Holly's name after our decision was made; he really seemed to have a respect for the girl, once or twice I wondered if maybe he felt an attraction to her...but I shook the thought from my mind, she was only sixteen after all and Jared was far too noble to get involved with someone so much younger than he was; he was indeed the bleeding heart, as Adam called him and I admitted I was ready to get things rolling and my dear twin informed me that he and Mark and Chuck had been working on a plan, as to how we would get Holly in our possession and when he explained it all, I agreed it was perfect. A lot of detail and calculation went into our plans and one the late winter day we decided to play the game, Susan and I skipped school on that Friday to go to the cabin where we set up the video camera, delivered all the special products we had purchased and with a letter, we attached the hooks to the ceiling, stringed up the chains...attached some to the walls close to where Holly would hang for a time...we prepared the bed for a good fuck session...we laid out all the tools for easy access and then we set back, had a beer, and felt ourselves became more and more aroused as the hours passed and we finally went back to hook up with the guys who decided that we would use my car to take our victim to the cabin. That was fine with me. I didn't care how we got her there. I just wanted the bitch...at my mercy...my cunt was soaked thinking about it, I couldn't really believe I turned on I was as the five of us did as Adam said we would do; we parked our car on the edge of the little, seldom used dirt road that lead to the trailer where Holly and her mother lived and just after seven in the evening, as it was getting dark, we got out of the car, popped up the hood and Adam and Chuck began rummaging around, to make it look as if we were having some serious problems and five minutes later, I recognized the battered piece of shit that Holly called a car headed our way and with a nod at the guys, I want to the edge of the road and began waving my arms, knowing Holly would stop; she was too foolishly nice not to...and once she saw me, Jared's stepsister, there was not a chance in hell she would pass by, so it was no shock when she pulled over behind us and slid from the car, looking beautiful in black dress pants and a red sweater with her dark hair pulled back in a braid. "Hi, Nina." Her voice was soft on the winter wind as she smiled and then looked at the car. "Having some problems?" There was real compassion in her brown eyes and I forced a smile at the sight; the girl was so damn stupid and trusting. "Yeah. I have no idea what the problem is. And as luck as it, there is no way that I can get cell phone reception out here." "All the trees are a problem, I know. But I can help. I can give you all a ride back into town. It my be a tight fit..." She lifted one shoulder as Susan slid from my car. "That would be so great, Holly." Susan brushed a lock of red hair from her face as she offered her own smile. "It is so cold out here and these guys..." She waved a hand at Chuck and Adam in a dismissive gesture that made Holly laughed again. "They won't admit they haven't got a clue." I whispered the words, before casting a look over my shoulder. "Hey, guys, Holly said we can get a ride into town, so close up that hood. We can call a tow truck later. I am freezing my ass off." But my cunt was on fire as I turned my eyes back to sweet little Holly as the hood slammed shut and Chuck came to my side and Adam went behind the car, to set a took box in the trunk...Holly did not see the look that he and Mark exchanged in the instant before she turned to move to her car and when she did, Adam was there...he blocked her path and she stumbled back to say a quick excuse me, but before she could, Adam slammed a massive fist right into her gut twice and she doubled over and when she did, Mark shoved her hard to the leaf covered ground as Holly gasped for air; Chuck sprang forward to sit on her back and with effective movements, he gathered her arms, bound her wrist in the handcuffs as tightly as he could without completely cutting off her circulation and Mark did his part, chaining her feet together as she began to whimper weakly...Chuck rolled her onto her back and Susan shoved the penis shaped ball gag into Holly's mouth and firmly fastened it as the girl screamed against it and Chuck gave her a harsh slap to the face, to get her full attention as I stood and watched with a chilled smile. Hovering over Holly, Chuck grinned down at her as tears sprang into her wide, brown eyes and he laughed hard. "Hi there, babe. Surprise. No car problems." "Car works fine." Adam knelt beside the trembling body. "We just needed to get you to stop...we have plans for you..." He pinched her nipple hard through her sweater, and she screamed against the gag and tried to twist around to gain freedom as Mark went to her car, having been elected to be the one to drive it to the cabin and I got into mine and cranked it to life as Susan took her place in the passenger seat; Adam and Chuck got into the back with Adam sitting with Holly's legs in his lap so he could hold them still and Chuck cradled her head hear his crotch as Susan turned in the seat to watch while Holly cried and tried to call for mercy with the plastic penis rammed way down her throat as Chuck stroked her face and Adam shoved up her sweater to look at her flat stomach that quivered in terror. As I drove, I adjusted my rearview mirror so I could get a better look at the back seat...the last thing I wanted to do was miss any fun had at Holly's expense and Chuck and Adam held her down firmly despite her efforts to struggled as Chuck began to taunt her with words and threats. Mental images. Cold remarks. He told her about the things we all had in mind for her...he told her how we had come to plan what we did and why we chose her...he told her about the sites on the computer and how we all planned to fuck her hard and that each of us had specific games we wanted to play and the entire time, all Holly could do was lay helplessly and sob. "Suck hard on that, babe." Chuck shoved the gag further into her mouth and she arched her back. "It is really small compared to what you will suck on later, but you may need the extra practice." He laughed at his own comment as Holly wept and I pressed my aching pubs hard against the seat to try and find some release from my steadily building arousal; I wanted to get to the cabin and get stared and I knew those with me felt the same as we drove along and Chuck and Adam continued to paint an ugly picture for Holly as Susan chimed in occasional comments of her own, she was just as into the moment as I was as she set in the front seat, fondling herself and the guys laughed when she made herself cum while Holly closed her eyes tight to try and block out what was happening to her, and more importantly, what was about to happen. It took us a good half an hour to reach the cabin and once there, we parked behind the building and Mark made certain Holly's car was well out of sight, just to be on the safe side; we didn't want to take any undo risk and once Mark had completed his task, he came to help Chuck and Adam carry and wildly struggling Holly into the cabin as I was quick to unlock the door; I wanted to get things going...my pussy was dripping wet at that point and all the guys had a major hard on as they set Holly on her feet and Chuck shoved his fist into her stomach once more, to incapacitate her to at extent as Mark went the already set up camera that he turned on and focused as Susan stood before it and in a cheerful voice, she said the date, time...she explained why we where there and what we wanted to do as Mark turned his attention to Holly, to catch on film the exciting sight it was to watch Adam and Chuck hold her down and strip off her sweater and jeans and finally, her underwear and bra...her beautiful breast bounced free and stunning and Adam began to squeeze them with vigor as he and Chuck took Holly to the center of the room and her still bound arms were pulled high over her head so the cuffs could be attached to the chain in the ceiling. With her still struggling for breath, it was easy to maneuver her into position and all she could do was whimper pitifully as Chuck pulled on the chain so her feet barely touched the floor and with a delighted smile, I took the cuffs from her ankles and with Susan's help, I spread the bare legs wide and reattached shackles that were then hooked to the same chain that held her arms suspended...she was helpless...she was spread wide so we could all see her pretty pink cunt neatly trimmed as her arms supported her weight and her legs were strained...she was in an agonizing position and we knew her muscles were cramping badly as she wept and looked at each of us with pleading eyes; she wanted one of us to have mercy on her, or tell her it was all a joke, but that was not about to happen and it seemed our hapless victim was finally beginning to understand as much as we all quickly stripped down so she could see the arousal spilling down mine and Susan's legs and the guys had major stiff pricks that made Holly scream against her gag as I grinned up at her and Chuck reached up and jerked the gag from her mouth so she could suck in great gulps of air as tears ravaged her pretty face. "Please..." Her voice was weak with fear. "Please...don't...I am begging you to not do this to me...please..." She sobbed helplessly, her head hanging in shame as more tears came to her and I sighed and stood up on a stool I had placed in front of her, so I could be more face to face with her. "You can beg all you want, love, but we will do this and there is not a damn thing you can do to stop it." Viciously, I wrapped my hand around her jaw and jerked her head up so she was forced to face me fully. "We want to play. The guys told you. We want to play some nasty games and we have chosen to play them with you...we are making you our Fuck Toy and I don't care how much you beg or scream, we are going to fuck you and hurt you and I will enjoy every moment of it." "We all will." Susan stood beside him, her hands on her hips, she was more than at ease with her body as Holly cried and shook her head. "Why...please...tell me why..." "Because we can." Chuck said it from behind her but she shook her head again. "Why me? I don't understand..." She was trembling from fear and pain, her legs, and her arms were strained...it was just the beginning of her suffering and her eyes told me she knew that as I glared at her with pure hate. "I work for your brother..." It seemed to her that the fact that she had a connection to Jared should have mattered to me, but it did not and to prove as much, I backhanded her so hard across the face her neck cracked from the blow and Adam and Chuck laughed in delight. "Don't say Jared's name." I spat the words at her. "Ever. I know about the crush you have on him...I have seen the way you look at him and it makes me sick because you are not worthy to look at him the way you do; you are trash and we are going to treat you like the trash you are and no one will care. No one. Not your mother. Or Jared." I felt a strong need to break her mentally and emotionally; I wanted her to know as much pain as possible in as many ways as possible and she cried wildly as I slapped her again and Adam pulled her hair, jerking her head back at an agonizing angle as Susan stepped onto another stool and with me holding Holly's breast steady, first her left, and then her right, Susan sank the piercing clips securely into her nipples and Holly gasped in pain as the sharp teeth chewed into her soft, sensitive flesh...I saw a trickle of blood...Susan winked at me as she held out the control panel for a sobbing Holly to see; she wanted to make the anticipation build and when the girl was almost breathless from her forceful tears Susan flicked the switch with ease and the first brutal, electric jolt ripped its way through her and again, her back arched in pain and she bellowed in anguish. A thin layer of sweat glittered on her lovely body as the tears ran from her face to fall on her breast as Susan spent a good five minutes simply tormenting Holly's full tits; the guys were almost insane from watching it...Mack kept the camera as steady as his suddenly trembling hand would allow...we had made it clear to him we wanted to capture every moment we savored with sweet Holly; we wanted to look back at this in the future and enjoy it. Again and again. It was so glorious. Susan was having a fine time with the clips as Chuck found the leather flog, the one with seven strings and rocks attached to them and while Susan continued her own brand of torture, Chuck arranged himself just behind Holly and without warning, he drew back his arm and then flung it forward with all his might as fresh screams were extracted from her and I moved to stand next to Chuck so I could admire his work; he was rather handy with the whip and I smiled as I saw the red welts appear on the otherwise flawless flesh...Chuck hit her again and again and again...he was breathing hard...Holly's cries turned him on even more and her back and bottom were stained with incision that leaked little red rivers...she was badly bruised and exhausted from the anguish as she hung there almost limp when Chuck's arm was too tired for him to continue his beating. Her head lulling aimless from side to side, Holly somehow managed to keep her eyes open and I was glad for it as Adam announced his cock was about to explode; he was Chuck were ready to sink deep into Holly and when asked, Mark said he wanted that too, but we had pretty much figured that she was a virgin, as she never went out on dates, and she was into Jared, who would never fuck her when she was so young, so for fun, me and Susan decided we would be good girlfriends and stretched Holly out...Susan handed he an enormous dildo that matched the one she selected; it was more a torture device than a pleasure device with a handle on it that allowed the user to expand the size once it was firmly inserted into the desired orifice. It was perfect. Holly whimpered when she saw it in my hand; she knew what was coming...I am sure she wanted to plead with me but had already come to accept that no mercy would be displayed, all she could do was suffer and endure...it was more glorious than I thought it would be as Susan and I took a moment to use a touch of lubrication cream to grease the dildos; we did not do so for Holly's sake, we wanted her to hurt, after all, but we suspected it would be hard to shove the object into a totally dry cunt and ass...so we let Holly watch what we were doing and Susan went to her back and I stood between her pretty spread legs and without tenderness or compassion I shoved the makeshift dick into her previously untouched groove and in the same instant, Susan spread Holly's ass cheeks...the girl found the strength to scream again when the dual units went to work on her with vigor...we pushed and pulled and thrust and then twisted and turned and began the process all over again as Holly cried and screeched until she began to gag. I was laughing. So was Susan. We increased the pace. I had the dildo almost completely inside her at one point...I expanded the size...Susan did the same and Holly tensed and gasped and withered in the anguish we subjected her to until Adam said enough was enough, he was ready to fuck the toy and on a sigh, I pulled out the leather prick and Susan slowly did the same, without bothering to decrease the size and I laughed again when I noticed blood dripping from her pillaged pussy and butt cunt. "I think she is stretched for you, boys." I slapped my hand hard on Holly's belly, which was bruised from where Chuck had punched her. "Why don't we get her laid out on the bed so you can fuck her good." Holly shook her head weakly as I said it, she was in a total state of despair...she was bleeding...bruised...in pain...whimpering and tired and helpless and the real fun had yet to begin, or so Adam told her as he undid the chain from the cuffs that held her wrist and Susan and I freed her ankles, leaving it up to Chuck to catch her in his arms and he did; she was crying, making an amusing effort to fight for freedom as he carried her easily across the room and with a grin, he dropped her onto the bed with a thud and Susan was already there, lifting Holly's arms high to bind them to the headboard. I spread her legs. Put a pillow under her back. Her pelvis was elevated so all her cunt was open...blood stained her thighs...she was still crying tears that spilled down her cheeks to uselessly spill beside her on the bed as I stood and looked down at her, very impressed with the work we had done...I could see Chuck agreed when he swatted me hard on the ass before straddling Holly's legs as she shook her head. "Please...don't rape me...please..." She turned her frantic eyes to me. "You hurt me already so stop...please just stop and don't..." Her attention returned to Chuck as he set before her with his dick hard; he was a good ten inches long when fully erect, which he was, at that moment; Adam sank to his knees beside her...he was just as hard and long and ready for action as Mark continued to maneuver the camera to a new angle, so he could capture Holly distributed on the bed for her horror and our pleasure; she was pretty and lush and appealing...Chuck scooted himself up so he was sitting hard on her chest, just bellow her breast, making it rather hard for her to breathe as she shook her head to try and deny what was happening and he grinned. "I am going to fuck your cunt. Very soon. But first..." He thrust himself forward slightly. "Adam and I flipped a coin for it, and he won, so he will be the first to sink deep into your pretty pussy and while he does that, you are going to get my personally taught crash course in cock sucking." A bead of moisture was already forming on his head and Holly pressed her lips together in protest, which only gave Chuck cause to slap her hard while Adam positioned himself between her legs and Susan tossed him a condom that he rolled on while Mark filmed; we were all playing our chosen roles for the moment and it was a great thrill for me as Adam began to plunder around inside Holly's already tender fuck hole...he thrust three fingers inside her and when he did, she instinctively screamed out in protest to the brutal invasion and Chuck took the golden opportunity to shove every inch of himself into Holly's open mouth. In assessment, it was easy to see her mouth was small; Chuck filled her up beyond full...her lips wrapped around his dick...Chuck screamed at her to start sucking and her natural reaction to gag only made it easier for him to push even deeper, so the head of his shaft pushed against the back of her throat and he began to flex his hips slowly even as she tried to do as he demanded. She tried to suck. But it was hard. I could see her overly filled her mouth, but Chuck was still determined to fuck her in that manner...he stared out slowly...then he moved faster and faster and Holly gagged again and cried out as best she could around the enormous crank that ravaged her oral cavity when Adam raised far back and then, with a loud, bliss filled grunt, he submerged himself into Holly's bleeding and raw vagina; he didn't ease in...he pushed...hard...he went all the way into and then jerked out only to do it again and again, just as Susan and I had with the dildos and I felt my hand move to my own dripping pussy to fondle my aching clit as I stood and watched as Chuck exploded first with such force he threw his head back and screamed as his thick cum surged down Holly's throat and Chuck kept himself lodged into her mouth until she swallowed every drop he had ejaculated. Adam reached his own climax just seconds after Chuck as Holly lay beneath both of them, whimpering and gagging as Chuck finally pulled himself from her mouth and with a quick high five, he and Adam changed positions and all Holly could do was shake her head in useless objection; she was already extremely battered at that point and we were just getting started...I cried out when my cunt clenched around my own probing fingers and Chuck winked at me as he put on a condom; he had just had a major orgasms, but he was ready to go again and I understood all too well as Adam pushed his dick into Holly's mouth, slapping her fully cheeks...he laughed and began pumping into her as he demanded that she suckle him hard or pay the price for not pleasing him; he taunted her with harsh words as he forcefully filled her mouth and Chuck used his thumbs to spread her vaginal lips wide so he could clearly see her bruised slit as he split her open with a quick punch into her...again her back lifted off the bed...she screamed...Adam laughed at her agony while he gripped the headboard for better leverage so he could thoroughly defile her and when he came, he yelled out and shoved harder into her so his balls slapped against her face while Susan and I laughed. Holly was crying. Silent tears. Adam was as heartless to them as we were when he withdrew from her mouth...he rubbed his semi hard penis all over her face...then Chuck grunted out his release but stayed wedged inside Holly for a moment as Adam scooted down to sit on her stomach and I watched in odd fascination as he pressed Holly's breast tight together so he could side his cock in and out the valley between them; he pushed and shoved while squeezing her nipples and she did nothing more than sniffle pathetically as suddenly, Adam pushed himself onto his knees and with a cry, he sprayed hot, thick cum all over Holly's face...it went in her mouth...in her eyes...it splattered in her hair as Susan nearly doubled over in laughter; she told me later such a scene had taken place in a story she and Adam had read on their own and she had dared him to do it...and he had...it added some spice to Holly's complete and utter humiliation as I went to Mark to take the camera from him and he looked a little pale and a little startled, so I smiled. "Your turn." I waved at the bed. "Go on. Fuck her." It was almost a challenge, for all of Mark's talk in our group sessions and despite how he had aided in planning out our game, I had a nagging feeling that his heart really wasn't in it...he didn't seem nearly as excited as Chuck and Adam as he finally relinquished the camera to me so he could move slowly to the bed where his best friends now stood and looked down at the ravaged body they had already taken so pleasure in. "You ready to get some pussy?" Chuck slapped Mark on the back and laughed. "You will like. Trust me. We've got it all ready for you." Adam winked and the smile that Mark offered was obviously forced as I watched it through the camera; he had an odd look on his face as he crawled onto the bed to sit astride Holly who looked directly up at him with big, terrified brown eyes. "Please, Mark..." Her voice was raw and weak from having screamed so much in the first phases of our attack. "Please...don't...you have always seemed nice..." It was a scene to watch, her pleading with him for mercy and I laughed from behind the camera as Susan knelt down on the floor beside Holly's head. "Please don't..." Susan mocked her in a whining voice. "Please...don't fuck me like the whore I really am...please..." Holly began to cry harder as Susan tangled a hand in her hair and jerked her face toward her. "Listen up. You can cry. You can plead and I assure you, we don't mind hearing you beg, but there is nothing you can say that will stop any of us from fucking you as much as we want...you belong to us...we chose you to be our Fuck Toy for a time so get use to it and take it like a good little whore..." She jerked on her hair again and Holly gasped in pain as Susan looked up at Mark and snapped at him to get on with it and he nodded; he still looked ill at ease even as he slid down so he was perched between Holly's spread legs; I thought he would faint when he saw the dark red blood that was already leaking from her...but he knew Chuck and Adam were there and they were watching...he closed his eyes and rammed forward and twice, Holly cried out when he missed her cunt, but battered the tender area around it instead...he finally sank into her and when he did, he kept his eyes closed, held tight to her hips, and thrust into her harder and faster than either Chuck or Adam had. It took Mark a long time to cum, once or twice I thought he might have lost his already barely there erection; but he finally grunted his release and pulled out with a smile for Chuck and Adam...he was clearly relieved he had managed to pull it off at all as he withdrew from the swollen pussy and came to take the camera from me, which I was all to happy to give him. I was hot again. I wanted to play. Badly. Susan saw the look that I must have had in my eyes, because she reached into our toy stash and withdrew the hard wooden paddle that I gladly accepted as I got on the bed between Holly's legs and Susan set on her stomach so she could slip her hands under the girl's butt...she lifted her hips up high so I had a direct look at the cunt I wanted to torture; the guys watched this, then went to either side of the bed and each knelt in position to play with a full, tender breast as Holly tried to archer her back...she tried to fight...but it was uselessly and I was thrilled to prove as much as I lifted my arm high and with force I did not know I possessed, I slammed the wooden paddle down hard on Holly's already mutilated pussy; she screamed louder than before when I hit her the first time...the second and third....I became lost in her screams as I slammed into her again and again while Adam and Chuck sucked at and chewed on her breast, drawing blood, just as I did; I didn't stop until my arm was weak and I was breathing heavily...and then Susan had the electric prod we had purchased and I brutally pulled apart the red cunt lips so she could shove the entity all the way into our now weeping slut...Holly barely had the energy to scream when Susan turned on the little switch and the jolts began to charge through her. Somewhere in the middle of that particular degradation, Holly passed out, which was fine, for the moment; it made it easy for us to undo her binds so we could arranged it so she was draped over the bed with her arms fastened to the under railing...her cunt was on the very edge of the mattress...this left her ass perched in the air and lastly, we took time to pull her legs as far apart as possible, to attach her ankles to the post that supported the frame. It was perfect. I could see Chuck getting hard again. To tell you the truth, the sight made me wet...Susan used the leather flog to beat Holly cross the back and bottom until she woke up whimpering, then she screamed at her new position on the bed and that made us all laugh at her terror as Chuck announced he intended to get her ass first, since Mark had take her pussy...Holly tried to struggled but there was no freedom for her to earn for her efforts; she was powerless and afraid as Chuck knelt behind her after lubing himself up just a bit and with a delighted smile, he pried apart Holly's quivering, bruised ass cheeks and lodged himself so far in her that his ball slapped against her cunt and with her gasping in anguish, Adam slipped his cock into her mouth. Again, they stayed in their positions until they both came and then they switched off and afterwards, Mark gave her perky ass a real rough fucking...he seemed to enjoy it more...he was getting into the game it seemed and I was already on an arousal high when I laced myself into the strap on and Chuck and Adam laughed as I shoved the makeshift dick into Holly again and again. Susan went after me. Then we arranged her so she was on her feet one more...Susan took her ass while I ravaged her cunt...I couldn't seem to get enough of her weak, trembling screams and her pitiful tears; she looked broken and beaten and I loved the sight as I taunted her with cold remarks about Jared and about we all knew she had a crush on him...I became submerged in the moment as I chewed at her breast and then bite her so hard on the stomach that I drew blood and Susan pulled her hair while the guys watched and thoroughly enjoyed the scene we played out for them, until I withdrew from Holly so I could make Chuck take me then and there to relieve some of my building pressure. I was so turned on I could hardly breathe, and I stayed that way a lot in the hours that followed as he took turns with Holly; at least one of us was tormenting her in some fashion at any given moment, we didn't allow her so much as a second of peace...we did not want her to rest...we had created hell for her and she had to endure every minute we could offer; I fucked her in more ways and more times than I can recall and believe me when I say we all acted out our desired deeds again and again...the guys fucked her ass until her crack was almost completely swollen shut...Susan hooked the electric clips inside her cunt...Adam discovered it was easier to fulfill his water torture fantasy in the kitchen, with a bound Holly pressed against the counter...the sink was filled and he shoved her face deep into the cold water as he thrust in and out of her again and again and then he and Chuck took her front and rear while Mark filled her mouth. The beatings continued as well; we all took turns wreaking havoc on her back and her bottom...her stomach...thighs and legs...arms...a few times I got really worked up and Chuck had to pull her off her; Adam amused us all when he took the ropes we had and he pressed then tied Holly's full breast together and with her stretched out helplessly on the bed, he used the single string leather flog to beat her flesh bloody...Susan used the prod on her at the same time...we caught every act on film...even when the guys arranged her so she was hanging upside down from the ceiling; Chuck and Adam double banged her again in that position and Mark had her a few more times as we put every item we had purchased to use. Several times over. We were even inventive. Susan found a few rather random objects in the kitchen and bathroom...we devoted the entire night and the two days that followed to our helpless victim who eventually ceased to beg at all; she simply cried and screamed when she couldn't help it and by the time Sunday night came around, we were all exhausted but more than pleased with how things had progressed as Susan and I dragged a battered Holly into the bathroom where we filled the tub with water and the two of us scrubbed her clean. We were headless to her battered state and her pain as we cleaned her again and again and I got a good laugh when Susan filled a douche bottle with scalding hot water that she flooded into Holly's cunt; she told the girl we had to make sure we had her all pretty and pure...we made certain no trace of us was on her, just to be on the safe side and then, we dried her and Susan threw an old jogging suit at her, ordering Holly to put it on, but she was so weak, we had to help her into it before we returned with her into the living room where the guys were sitting and I shoved Holly down on the sofa, between Chuck and Adam, who quickly slapped handcuffs on her already badly chaffed wrist as Holly kept her eyes downcast. "We have something to show you." Chuck tangled a hand in Holly's damp hair so he could force her to face the television...she cried when her images was suddenly there; they had the tape we had made going; it was graphic and it showed all we had done to her as we watched part of it and Holly sobbed until Adam turned it off and faced her. "We did a lot to you. All we wanted." He stroked a hand down her cheek. "And it was the best, Holly." Chuck pressed his lips to her ear and she winced. "And we know it was not fun for you, but we don't care." There was laugher in Susan's voice as she knelt down on the floor so she could rest her arms on Holly's knees as I moved to stand behind her and Mark watched. "You were a perfect Fuck Toy." I slid my arms down to cup her breast through the sweatshirt...she was not wearing a bra so I found it easy to pinch her bruised nipples so hard she screamed. "However, our time has come to an end, and we have two choices that we can make here, Holly; we can kill you, and dig a deep hole and toss your pretty little body in it..." "Or we can let you live." Susan picked up where I trailed off. "Please...I don't want to do\ie..." Holly's eyes went from Chuck to Adam and to Susan...she couldn't look at me as I stood behind her and continued to torture her breast as tears ran down her face. "If you...if you let me live I...I won't tell...I will never, ever tell anyone..." "If you did tell, no one would believe you." Adam bite her ear. "You are trash." Chuck added, his hand between her legs so he could fondle her though her sweatpants as Susan withdrew the electric prod from under the sofa and Holly went still as the tip of it was ran down her face...to her neck...her breast. "Say it for us." I whispered softly, wanting to make the torture last. "What...do you...want me to say..." "Say that you are trash." Her eyes closed against her tears. "I...I am...trash..." "Good." Adam nodded as if he were pleased. "No tell say you are a Fuck Toy." "Please..." "He gave you an order." Susan barked at her, pressing the prod into her stomach for a quick shock that caused Holly to jerk and cry out. "I am a Fuck Toy." "And a slut." I added. "And a slut." "Tell us you liked what we did to you." Chuck grinned and winked at me. "I liked...what you did..." "What was your favorite part?" Susan pushed. "I..." Holly shook her head and cried harder. "I don't have a favorite." "Does that mean you liked it all?" I asked. "Yes. Yes, I liked it all." "Good...I am so glad you liked it, because that means you will never tell about it to anyone because you don't want to spoil what we have had." Adam ran his hand along her leg as he spoke and Holly nodded. "If we allow you to leave here, you can never ever tell anyone what happened; if you do, like we said, no one would believe any of us would ever touch a trashy slut like you...if you tell, we will come and get you again and then we will get as many people as we can and allow them all to fuck you." "We are talking like a hundred people." Susan flicked on the prod again. "I won't tell..." Holly cried out the promise around the pain. "And you have to do one more thing for us." Suddenly Adam grinned and I knew him well enough to sense an interesting thought had come to his mind. "Okay. Just tell me..." "You have to quit your job with Jared." "Why..." There was confusion in Holly's eyes as she looked at him and I slapped her hard in the back of the head. "Because you don't deserve to be around our kind...you are a slut..." I allowed myself to strike her again and Susan pushed her back when she fell forward, sobbing and gasping for air. "If you don't quit your job, we will show Jared the tape." Chuck said. "We will tell him you begged us to treat you like a whore." Susan added coldly. "He will see you as the slut you are." Granted, I knew none of what we said at that point was true; Jared would not have blamed Holly...he was too fucking noble for that, but in Holly's battered state of mind, she was too far gone to understand as much and she quickly nodded. "Fine. I will quit my job. I swear it. I will quit." "And you will never tell?" It was Mark who asked this time. "Never. No one. I will never tell..." "Good girl." Chuck stood and caught her arm, pulling her to her feet so he could undo the cuffs as Holly silently cried and trembled. "Here is what happens now; your car is parked outside, so you are going to get in it, go home and clean yourself up some more and tomorrow, you quit your job." "And know we will all have a copy of the tape." I had to mock her. "And we will watch you." Susan stood face to face with her. "If we even suspect you have told anyone..." "You will come back here for the gangbanging of your life." Adam finished. "And we will kill you." Chuck wrapped his big hand around her throat and gave it a hard squeeze, just to make his point clear and Holly nodded and drank in a great gulp of air when he released her. "I will never tell. Never." She looked at all of us. "Please...can I go..." I can't begin to describe what a pitiful sight she made, bruised and crying and battered as she wrapped her arms around herself and Adam swatted her hard on the ass before steering her out the door and to her car.
No Sin Goes Unpunished It took them five minutes to settle her in the vehicle, adding a few more threats, just for good measure...we wanted her properly terrified and I felt more than certain that she was as the two guys came back inside and we all set around, drinking and laughing as we watched the tape. Twice. It was a delight to see. We had not missed a moment of the hell we had put Holly through...hearing her cries echo from the television made me hot all over again and Chuck and I had wide sex that night...I was one fire it seemed and the fact was, Susan felt the same, as did Adam...Mark was the only one who acted more subdued and when pushed, he admitted he was worried that Holly might not stay silent, as she had swore to do, when fearing for her life. "She won't open her mouth." Susan assured him with a smile. "Can you be sure?" "Come on, Mark." Chuck sounded annoyed. "She is scared shitless." "She is afraid we will bring her back here and do it all again." I grinned, finding I liked the thought as I snuggled into Chuck's lap and he kissed my neck. "Maybe it might be fun to do that...bring her back here..." I sighed and winked at Adam who nodded as he slipped his hand under Susan's shirt to play with her breast...we were all relaxed and at ease...we felt no shame or guilt and aside from Mark, none of us were worried; Holly was too afraid to say a word...she would keep all that had taken place that weekend, to herself, understanding the suffering she would certainly endure if she didn't and it seemed Mark made an effort to believe our assurance as we cleaned up the cabin, leaving no trace of evidence that we had been there. We changed the sheets and took them and the chains and toys with us and we all kept a few, for the hell of it; they were souvenirs of sorts, or so Susan called them with a laugh...we could put them away with the tape that Mark copied for each of us, giving is our personal addition at school on Monday and he was the first to point out that Holly was not on campus. He hadn't seen her. Neither had I. It was no big deal. I figured she needed a day or so to rest...we had been rough with her...I smiled again when I thought about it and Chuck and I couldn't get enough of one another that afternoon as we watched the tape in my room; I was sure I would never get over the sheer excitement I had known during our weekend with Holly at our mercy and I was still feeling aroused and pleased with myself when Jared came over for dinner that night and he seemed quite and serious, an odd mood for him that prompted my mother to ask him what was wrong...I felt my heart freeze in my chest when he said Holly's name and I looked at him. "What about Holly?" I sounded calm...I was furious...if the bitch told... "She's gone." Jared said it heavily and Adam looked up from his meal. "What do you mean gone?" His eyes did not touch mine, but I could see he was as tense as I felt...I held my breath and waited. "She left a message on my voice mail and she...all she said was she had to leave and she was sorry. She had to quit and that was it; I have no idea where she is or where it is she was going and..." He shook his head. "There was something in her voice that did not seem right and I have to say, I have a had feeling." He looked stressed, he was far too worried about the damn girl...I wanted to say as much, but I forced myself to refrain quite as I glanced at Adam and he gave a slight nod; he was not concerned...I shouldn't be...the fact that the little slut had ran out of town was a good thing...she couldn't get the fool idea to tell anyone what we had done to her...I saw it as a blessing as I returned to my meal, recalling how Holly's eyes had filled with tears...how she had screamed and cried and begged for mercy we had not shown her; the memories were fresh in my mind even as I half listened to Jared and Greg talk about what a kind girl and what a harder worker Holly had been. They were sorry to see her go. Even my mother said she liked her, and it was her wish that she was safe...they talked about Rita a bit, but I tuned that out and as soon as I was finished eating, I went upstairs to call Chuck to tell him the news and he laughed when he heard. "The little bitch was indeed scared shitless. She ran. We don't have to worry that she will ever come back." We had gotten away with the game and it made me feel strong and powerful and I admitted to Chuck I was almost sorry Holly had left; I had wanted the chance to torment her a little; I had wanted to mock her...reminder her...but she had taken the ability to do that from me, so I simply had to live with the memory. In the weeks and months that first followed that weekend, we talked about it almost all the time; we watched the tape endlessly...it was a turn on for all of us and once or twice, we thought about doing it again...finding a new victim...but we didn't want to risk it. Didn't want to spoil what he had had. Holly had been special. Our time with her had been a once in a lifetime thing that we never forgot and the truth be told, for long years that followed that weekend, I never saw any sin in what we had done...I never saw it as a crime...I never allowed myself to wonder if the ordeal had effected Holly in some horrible way; the fact was I didn't care because I was heartless and cold and I had no real understanding as to the implications that our actions had carried; Holly was not someone who had mattered to me, in my world and I suppose I might have walked through my entire existence without ever feeling shame or remorse had my own life not changed one dark summer night, three years after we had taught Holly what hell was all about. After graduation, I moved to Atlanta to attend college, wanting sometime away from the small town where I had been born and raised; I was still involved in a something of a long distance relationship with Chuck, who was residing in Florida while he earned an accounting degree and it was a know fact that we would both return to our roots once our education was complete...we had plans to eventually marry and settle down to have a family. It was all laid out, clean and simple and neat. No problems. Standing in that one moment, we could see the future clearly...or so I thought...I never took into account that unexpected things tend to happen in life, without warning or meaning so I can honestly say I was completely unprepared for the ordeal I endure late one night as I walked back to my car after working out at a gym near my off campus apartment. I had just paused at a intersection, to wait for the walk sign, so I could scurry right across the street to where I had parked and as I stood there, suddenly a hard, heavy hand was wrapped firmly over my mouth...a knife flashed in the light before it was pressed to my throat and I felt cold terror wash over me like a wave when a harsh voice in my ear told me to be quite or die. Then and there. If I behaved, I was safe. If I fought, he would cut me open...I was trembling inside and out and tears were running hotly down my pale cheeks as I was pulled back into a darken alleyway where I was pushed with my face hard against a wall as the man with the knife took my purse and rummaged through it...I could her him tossing aside my keys...he ripped the cash and credit cards from my wallet and my cell phone was tossed on the ground, where he crushed it with a large, booted foot as I wept and kept my eyes closed, praying I would live...he had what he wanted...or so I told myself...he had my money...but then he turned he around and again the knife was against my throat and when I drew in a shaky breath, all I could smell was his body sweat badly mingled with stale cigarette smoke and cheep whisky. "Listen up, pretty bitch..." He hissed the words in my face. "It's been a long and hot summer and I haven't had any pretty pussy in a long time, so you are gonna be good and give me some..." I felt brutal horror at his words and I shook my head...but he gave me a hard slap on the face as I began to weep and I was too aware of his knife to fight as he jerked me by the arm and lead me behind a dumpster that reeked of sewage and damp trash and once there, he ordered me to drop my jogging pants and when I refused, he slapped me again and the knife rested between the valley of my trembling breast; his eyes were so cold and filled with raging lust that I finally understood I had no real choice but to do as he said, dying inside as I did. "Please..." I sobbed the single word, but it only earned me another slap to the my face and I finally forced myself to do as he said; I pushed by jogging pants down my legs, along with my thong underwear and my assailant grinned at the sight I made, standing up against the wall...he slid a hand under my shirt to grope my breast painfully as he sucked on my neck for a long time as I cried. It seemed a lifetime passed as he fondled me and bite into my skin before again pressing the knife to my neck, leaving me with no choice but to follow him deeper into the alley, around a dark corner...I nearly screamed when we came across four other men, all sitting around a parked car and I shook my head in vain, causing all of them to laugh as the man with the knife lead me to the car and I was pushed back so I was laying on the hood while two others pulled my arms painfully apart...pain was ripping through me and I wanted to beg but knew it would do no good as my arms were tied to the review mirror and my legs were pushed apart. My sweater was shoved up. My bra cut away. I was all at their mercy...Holly had been at our mercy....an image of her bloody, ravaged body came to my mind as the man with the knife was the first to crawl on top of me and I heard myself gasp in anguish when his large cock shoved its way into my dry cunt while the others laughed and cheered endlessly, as well had all laughed and cheered during our brutal weekend with Holly. I was tied to the car for hours as the five men fucked me in hideous ways and when it was done, my pants were shoved at me and I was told to dress...leave...if I told I would die...they had my wallet with my drives licenses...I saw in their eyes that they had the means to end my life so I nodded and ran as fast as I could back to my apartment where I ripped my clothing off and showered. Cried. Showered again. I couldn't escape the feel of them...the smell...the taste...I didn't leave my apartment for three days and when Chuck came to visit me as planned that weekend, I had no choice but to tell him all that had happened and his reactions was simple; I was to never tell anyone else what had taken place...never...he looked at me in a way that told me he saw what I had suffered as something to be ashamed of and when I compared it to what we had done to Holly, he barked that the two circumstances were completely different. "You come from a good family and you are a lady where Holly was a tramp and people expect such things to happen to tramps." He was totally convinced but I was not so sure and I shook my head, which annoyed him. "Do you want people to know that you were fucked by five men? Men you don't even know? Do you want your mother to hear all the details? You feel so guilty suddenly, do you want to confess? Do you want to take the tape we made and show it to Jared? You know Holly mattered to him..." He threw a host of horrible questions and comments at me and in the end, I agreed with all he said and I swore I would never tell; I would never tell anyone what had happened to me or all we had done to Holly...I would keep quite...I had to...it was all I could do, or so I told myself again and again as I refused to think about what I had suffered and it was a relief to discover that I wasn't sick or pregnant as a result of the attack With the best efforts, I put that night from my mind and went on with school...I was afraid for a long time and I didn't go back to the gym or out alone at night at all and I couldn't enjoy sex as I once had, when Chuck and I began sleeping together again, so I was not surprised when he began seeing other women on the sly; he needed wildly, rough sex and I could not give it to him anymore and we had a silent understanding that he would find it elsewhere...I didn't care...I was numb inside...I began to drink a lot just to function at a somewhat normal level and when Chuck and I married three years after my rape, I was a shadow of what I had once been, but I was good at pretending and I did a lot in the years that followed. I laughed when I had to. Smiled when I had to. I was perfect, or so others believed...I wondered aimlessly with Chuck guiding me...I was empty inside myself and in my soul and while I was surrounded by the people I had once felt so very close to, the person I suddenly shared a disturbing connection with was Holly Tyson and I hated myself for it. For what we had done to her. For what had happened to me. I hated the guilt and the shame I felt...I was consumed with the bitter emotions so completely that deep down, somewhere in my soul, I think I knew that a day would eventually come when all dark, evil deeds would be exposed to the light...a judgment day...that was how I came to think of it in my mind and while I never shared that fear with any of the others who had taken part in Holly's hell, I knew Susan and I shared the same thought the early winter day, ten years after our weekend with Holly when she received news that the cabin where we had played our sick game had burned to the ground. What had caused the fire, or how it had started no one could say, the police and the fire department were baffled, but Susan and I looked at one another and knew the cold hard truth when a message was found spray painted in the grass behind the smoldering ashes that had once been the cabin...a message in bold, black letters that simply and very bluntly stated NO SIN GOES UNPUNISHED....NO SIN GOES UNPUNISHED...the words bleed together in my mind as Susan and I stood there, side by side, each of us all too clearly recalling just what had taken place at that cabin...the sin that had been brutally committed there so many years before...the sin we had believed we had gotten away with, but suddenly...all too suddenly the truth was there for us to see as the fading smoke filled our lungs and I knew that judgment day had come and knowing we were guilty and that it was Holly who set as our judge and jury, the only real questions was what method would she use to administer the executions we all so rightfully had coming. Chapter One
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