Franny wakes up after her first long weekend. New training begins.
Holly’s hair is incredibly light blonde, almost white. Her hair was the first thing I saw when I woke up. My eyes were gummy, my brain hurt, my asshole hurt, and I immediately knew something wasn’t right. I was not in my own bed. The weekend I had just experienced flashed through my mind. Images filled my head like a slide shot- barely connected. Being knocked out, waking up in a different room, Mark taking off his pants and mounting me, seeing the bruises from his handiwork on Holly’s body, Holly having sex with my stepfather. My stepfather having sex with me! I foolishly thought he’d come there to save me, and instead he fucked me. They both did. All of them did. Many times.
I gasped, sat up. Holly stirred next to me. We were in her bed. We were both nude. We had shared a blanket. Her light blonde hair surrounded her thin face, and she looked like an angel. Everything felt fuzzy to me. I tried to remember what day it was. I realized it had to be Monday. How long have I been asleep? What time is it?
Holly stretched and sat up. Her angelic face turned perplexed for a moment, then she smiled. “Hi Franny! How did you sleep? I’m so excited you’re here. You’re the first…well, Master has kept me alone for a long time- well, except for Daddy Drew.” She giggled. “Your daddy, Drew!”
Everything felt so unreal, blurry. I tried to clear my head, put some order to my thoughts. My eyes looked around the room, taking it in again. Tired. I felt so very tired. And dirty. We were in her little bedroom, off the main room. Her little bathroom was the only other room. This was an old workshop, clearly, that had been converted into this rape prison. Still, her bedroom was mostly clean- everything was pretty clean, really- except for us.
“How do we get out of here? We need to get away! When is Mark coming back?” I asked Holly.
Holly took this opportunity to hug me, to try to calm me. But she was Mark’s, and I knew not to fully trust her. She whispered, “Franny, I know. It’s tough. But, just accept that we belong here now. And don’t use Master’s name. Call him Master. That’ll help.”
She finally released me and I pulled back, looked at her, examining her face. She had a cute little nose and bright, beautiful blue eyes. She was a beautiful girl. She and I wouldn’t have been friends in high school- she would have moved in circles closed to me and above me. And she was clearly not as smart as me- but she seemed to have a good- if now twisted- heart. We both stank. It had been a long weekend with lots of sweat and other fluids.
“How are we both going to get away? We have to get away.” I asked.
“Oh, Franny,” She patted my hand again. “Let’s just see how today goes. I’m sure…”
“Are there keys?” I interrupted. “There has to be a way to unlock the door.”
“No Franny. I really think you just need to….”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP,” I screamed. My head hurt and, feeling a bit nauseous from whatever they’d been giving me, I was irritated and still slightly panicked.
I expected her to cry, to reprimand me, something. Instead, she just quickly hugged me again and got out of bed. “We both need to shower. Master wants us clean when he gets home- and he shouldn’t be much longer. I don’t have a clock, but after weekends like this he’s always home sooner than I expect. Do you want to shower first or me?”
So matter of fact. She was like a robot- a sex robot with drugs to keep her compliant, just waiting for instructions. I stared at her without answering. I couldn’t imagine how she’d gotten to this point.
“How long have you been here, Holly?”
“Oh, you know. That’s for me to worry about. But Master will teach you his rules and then everything will be good and you and me will be friends,” She answers confidently, assuredly.
“Holly, are we friends? You know, you helped him do things to me over the weekend. You…you helped drug me.”
Her eyes flickered down, a small smile came over her face. She was recalling those things, she knew. “You are very pretty Franny. And- well, I do like boys, but I like girls too. And I wanted to make Master and Daddy Drew happy. Look, I tried to fight it when I first got here. But…well, Master can be very…persuasive. And…he kept telling me everything would be fun if I just relaxed and did what he wanted. And he was right. I am trying to help you.”
Holly walked into the little bathroom next to her room. We were both naked, but we had spent a lot of time naked together over the weekend. This felt intimate, even in the circumstances. I heard water turning on.
I couldn’t believe how…heavy my brain felt. I felt like something was missing in my mind. Whatever it was they had been giving me, I was missing it. I had felt so alive, so good. And the sex, I had to admit, had been extremely enjoyable. Wait, no- the rape. The rape had been enjoyable. I shuddered.
I looked around for something to put on while Holly showered. There was almost no clothing here- why would there be? I slipped on negligee laying on the floor- it wasn’t much, but it was something. I went into the other room, looking for a way out. There were no windows, only the one door. I shook it and as expected it was locked from outside. The cabinets were locked up. I particularly checked the cabinet where I had seen the drugs locked up- of course I didn’t want any, right? Just checking.
I open the mini-fridge. Inside was Gatorade and some leftovers. I checked them- my stomach wasn’t feeling great, but I was hungry- and they smelled okay. I ate some down, drank the Gatorade. Almost immediately I felt a little better.
“You should take a shower,” I heard Holly from behind me.
“Wait, where do I get my clothes?” I asked.
Holly gently reached out to grab my hands and quiet me. She whispered, “It’s ok. Don’t worry about your clothes. We won’t need much here. And if we’re good, Master will bring us some new stuff.”
I snorted. This all seemed like a sick game, so fantastical and strange.
She continued, “Don’t be angry. I’m trying to help, really. And Master can punish you. Be submissive. He can be very mean if you resist too much. Franny, I’m really trying to help you. He was gentle this weekend.”
“Why should I listen to you? You’re a whore,” I looked at her with contempt. It seemed natural to tell her off. What a horrid bitch, I thought to myself. I half- expected her to get mad and cry, but instead Holly just nodded and tried to hug me. I pushed her away. At least I could get this stink off me.
I went to the shower. Unlike the scant clothing, there was actually a lot of bath products- nice scents, good shampoo, good conditioner, body wash, sponges, everything. Only a few towels, and clearly Holly rotated them, but Mark- so called “Master”- clearly treated Holly to what she wanted to make sure she smelled good and stayed clean.
I showered under surprisingly decent water pressure, trying to rinse the weekend off myself. Since I didn’t have anywhere else to be right now, I kept showering until the hot water was running out.
I stepped out feeling a million times better, started drying off. Holly was just outside the bathroom and handed me a folded babydoll style nightgown and matching panties. “This is the best I have for you right now, Franny.”
It was a sexy piece, see-through fabric, would show more than it covered. And very feminine. Nothing I’d picked out for myself, but pretty nonetheless.
“Okay Holly, thanks I guess.” She left the room.
When I was done I went into the main room. Holly had straightened up what little mess there was. She had put a sheet over the couch- thank goodness, because I had seen the now-drying wet spots still there. I blushed to think how wet I had been at various points during the weekend. I was a bit surprised that while my pussy felt well used, it didn’t hurt. My asshole did- not a lot, but it definitely wasn’t accustomed to how it had been used.
“When Master gets home, we must greet him on our knees. We must keep our hands by our sides. If he starts touching us, we put our hands behind our backs. We do not stand until he tells us to do something or tells us to get up. You understand?”
“Yeah, fuck all that. I bet if we rush him when he gets here, we can take him. Don’t you want to get out of here?” I was looking around for a weapon. There was …sponges? Towels? There wasn’t even furniture that could be broken apart. Mark had clearly thought things out prior to this.
“No,” Holly sounded sad. “I tried that once. It…didn’t end well for me. This is my life now. But I am trained, I know how to be good. And Master can be very kind and loving if you’re good. You’ll see.”
In an odd way I could relate. I have struggled with anxiety in the past. When I got anxious, or stressed, I’d obsess about the worst outcome. It was like my brain couldn’t handle that my life was real anymore. That’s why I had always tried to keep my distance, seem aloof. But there was no way I was just submitting like Holly. I had gone along with things over the weekend because I was scared and thought I might get murdered…and then, well, the drugs. But I was ready now.
I could hear a car pull up outside. Holly fell to her knees and tried to drag me beside her. I knocked her hand away and went to stand beside the door. A key enter the locked handle from the outside, and then the handle turned. I got ready to run. The door started to swing open and…
I don’t know how I ended up on the ground, dazed and seeing flashes of light in my vision, but Mark was standing over me. I was having trouble breathing. He grinned down at me.
“They all try once, Franny. You ain’t the first girl that’s been here. Holly tried once, didn’t you girl?”
“Yes Master,” Holly voice sounded sad, defeated.
“Holly, did you tell her the rules? Don’t lie to me girl.”
“I did Master. I promise I did.”
“Then why did she try to assault me just now? YOU DON’T LIKE THAT, DO YOU?” Mark yelled at Holly, who shrunk back, clearly terrified.
He kicked me in the stomach, knocking my breath out of me. It was a hard kick, but for sure wasn’t as hard as he could kick. That was scary- he was hurting me exactly enough.
“No Master! Holly tried to explain. She wouldn’t listen. Holly tried to explain how she needs to submit, to be good for Master.” I had noticed before that Holly went third-person when she was scared or pleading.
Mark walked over to Holly, still on her knees. “I’m sure you did, girl, but I can’t let this lesson go by.” He casually backhanded Holly, knocking her to the ground. Again, controlled strength. He was causing pain, not damage. That scared me.
He pulled his keys out. “Now, Hollybaby, get up and go get you and me a couple lines. None for Franny here, yet, until she earns them.” He handed her the keys.
Holly scampered to her feet, took the keys and went to the drug cabinet. Mark turned back on me. I was getting up to my hands and knees. My stomach hurt.
“Please let me go,” I begged him. “I won’t tell anyone what happened. I promise.”
“Franny, that’s not going to happen. And…” he kicked me in the side, hitting my kidney- I went white with pain and fell back on my side again. “You forgot to call me Master. Now, I was gentle getting you ready for your Daddy. And he was real happy with the results- if I recall correctly, you enjoyed yourself plenty, too. But now you are mine for this whole week. And when Daddy gets back here on Saturday- oh, you got another long weekend coming, girl.” He bent down, grabbed a handful of my hair, and twisted my head to look up at him. “You are going to have some fun new tricks to show him, Franny. Now, how hard you make learning those tricks is up to you. I can teach you the fun way, or I can teach you the painful way. And you know what? I like both teaching methods just fine. The only thing I promised him is I wouldn’t cut you. Now, let’s start again at lesson one. Who I am?”
I wanted to resist, to fight, but already my stomach knotted at the thought of another kick.
“Master.” I whispered.
“I didn’t hear you, Franny.”
“Master. You are Master.”
“That’s right. Now, when I get home- whenever I- or anybody!- comes through that door, you are on your knees, waiting, with your hands by your side. You understand?!” He was almost screaming, and his fist in my hair was clenching tight and pulling my hair.
“Yes, Master!”
“Good, show me!” he threw my head away.
I scrambled over to kneel in front of the door as though I were greeting him. I had expected him to watch me, but instead he walked away like I wasn’t there, over to where Holly was cutting up some lines. I wasn’t sure what it was- cocaine? Meth? Heroin?- I would later learn it was meth. Holly just called it Magic Dust. It was a special kind of magic. I sat on my knees, hands by my side, and watching out of the side of my eyes as they both did a couple of lines, snorting them up.
“Mmm, that’s better.” he said. He glanced over, “You can have some of this in a little bit, if you’re good. You probably feel pretty shitty right now, and like something is missing. Well, this is it. But you have to earn it.”
“Yes Master.” I responded a bit reluctantly. But I was hurting and, honestly, missing whatever it was- I didn’t need it, per se, but it was nice and made things much more comfortable and enjoyable, so I guess he was right. I sat still, stewing again on how I could escape, while they continued talking. I understood on some level this moment was very important. Surely I wasn’t addicted to whatever it was already, right? No, for sure, it just smoothed things over, made this more bearable.
“All right then.” Mark was turning back my way. “Time to start learning something. Holly, untie my boots and take them off.”
He was loosening his belt and unbuttoning his pants as she did so. His boots came off, then his pants. He wore no underwear. I hadn’t seen his dick before not on drugs, and I felt a jolt of fear as he very casually walked towards me with half an erection.
“You started learning some of how to suck a cock, but you’re going to learn more now. Holly, get over here and try and help teach her. Look, keep your throat loose and open. Accept it in. Use your tongue, and for fucks sake, keep your teeth off my dick. If you scrape me, I’ll beat you. You understand?”
I nodded at him with wide eyes. I figured out I was supposed to start, so I shuffled a bit closer to him on my knees and reached my face up and tried to lick him. I was inches from his dick, and I could smell his musk and sweat. He wasn’t clean-shaven but was well trimmed. I tried to take him in my mouth, he was so close and thick and heavy, and it was getting quickly erect. He bobbed in and out.
“You can use your hands now, girl.”
I reached up and gently grasped his thickness as I kept licking, opening up and taking him in. His cock was warm and smooth, and both hard and soft- he wasn’t fully erect but I could tell he was close. I swirled my tongue around the head, and then tried to bob down and let him deeper. He hit the back of my throat and I almost immediately wanted to gag.
Holly was right next to me, her face right by mine. I could smell her shampoo- it was something fruity, and she smelled good. She was whispering directions in my ear.
“Just breathe through your nose and accept it down your throat. It’s okay to gag, but go with it, if that makes sense. You need to learn this good, otherwise… Well, if you learn it good, Master is kinder. And, later on, when you want Master to fuck you, you can make him harder, faster.”
Mark was moaning a bit, twitching, but standing still, letting me do the work. I felt him reach around and grab a handful of my hair. He gently started driving his cock deeper into my mouth, but slowly, letting me adjust. I was trying to relax my throat more, but it was hard.
“What a wonderful Monday treat, I tell you. Mmmmm.” Mark sighed in bliss. I kept working on him. To my own shock, my pussy was getting a bit wet. I caught a quick glimpse of Holly, who was stroking his balls and touching herself under her nightgown.
Suddenly I couldn’t breath. He had taken hold of my head and driven his cock down my throat. My instinct was to jerk back, but he was holding me firmly in place. My eyes started watering and I could feel snot building in my nose.
“Relax and let yourself stay there!” Holly whispered. “Stop struggling and just relax!”
Mark’s grip relaxed a bit and I fought back a gag and panic, and immediately re-calmed down.
Mark slowly started pulling me off his cock. I sucked air when I was able, struggling to keep my mouth open and my teeth off his dick. I felt him grip my head again, took a breath and tried to relax. He drove down my throat again. This time it wasn’t as bad. The edge was off and Holly was right, I could feel how this was triggering my gag reflex and could try to calm down and ignore it. Holly kept instructing me.
He repeated this process several more times, staying longer each time. My fist unclenched and relaxed on my thigh- my other hand was still holding his dick- and I actually started stroking his cock, as much as his depth allowed.
“Oh, you’re a good student Franny, when you’re not fighting me.” there was actually an edge of moan in his words. I think he was getting close to coming?
Holly heard the same thing. “If Master comes in your mouth, you must swallow it all. Take his gift- he doesn’t do it all the time.” I was stunned- still struggling with his dick in my throat, still scared and angry- to feel a bit more wetness between my legs. What the fuck?
He started fucking my face, no longer holding me in place and letting me adjust, but actually using my mouth and throat like a pussy. He was gentle, but firm. It was actually a bit easier to get used to than him just holding it, and I found if I stretched my face a bit forward towards him it made him sliding down my throat a little easier. I could feel him swelling a bit, growing a little larger. Then- a surprise- I felt Holly’s hand on my thigh and then between my legs. I don’t think this is something Mark had told her to do; I think she was just excited. I felt her fingers gently start rubbing on my clit- I couldn’t stop her with what Mark had me doing. So I enjoyed it. That should have been surprising but wasn’t- my mind felt full and I was…well, it had been a wild weekend for sure. It was odd to mix such sudden violence like Mark’s with Holly’s tentative, almost nurturing, playfulness.
“Fucccccckkkk…” and Mark was coming- not hard, but coming. My nostrils flared as I breathed deeply to get air on an outstroke, and then I couldn’t breath at all as he was fully buried, holding my head in place. His breath got ragged. He thrust, once, twice, and I felt his cock pulse as he jetted down my throat.
“Fuck…” he moaned as he slipping out. I could feel a string of saliva and cum being pulled up my throat, and I had to pull my head back and cough a bit. He let my head go and sat on the couch. His dick was glistening with my spit. As he sat, Holly pulled her hand away.
“I’ll be honest. That was pretty great. If you’re capable of that after just this weekend and this lesson here- well, look. You’re a natural slut and cocksucker.”
I was still coughing a bit, and I glanced up at him. I felt a surge of anger. How dare he assume that about me. I was my own person!- He must have seen something he didn’t like, because suddenly he surged up and…
I was hanging halfway in the air. My feet were still touching the ground but my knees no longer were and I wasn’t supporting my own weight. He had both hands around my neck and was holding me off the ground. He was so strong!
“Whatever you were just thinking, whatever that was in your eyes just now, you better kill it in your soul, hard, girl. Or I will.”
I couldn’t breath. My hands instinctively reached up to grab his hands, his arms. They were like iron. I scrabbled my feet to get them under me and support my weight, but still he held me in place, pinching off my airway.
“Holly, get me the shocker out of the cabinet.”
He was choking the air from my body. Holly rushed to the cabinet, dug through it. He wasn’t squeezing any tighter, but I could not get a breath. Again, control. I tried kicking him, driving a foot into his shin. No good, bad angle and he just squeezed a little harder. I started to see grey around me. I felt one hand lift off my throat, the other adjust to keep pressure- and got a quick breath- then….
A searing jolt went through me and my body seized up, all my muscle seeming to contract together. He grinned at me. A helplessness started rising in me- was he actually going to kill me? Another jolt, this time starting in my very sensitive nipple- it was like an iron spike was driven into it. I couldn’t scream, but my throat convulsed anyway. The grey was returning around the edges of my vision. I could feel myself drifting away, until yet another jolt- my other nipple- and my body jumped again, but not as hard. It was wrung out. Done.
He released me and I fell, helpless and weak, to the ground. I sucked air like I had never had it before. Everything ached. I could still feel burning in my nipples and my stomach muscle hurt from clamping tight with each shock. I turned my head slightly and looked up at him, standing over me. His cock was half-erect again. It was terrifying.
“Get the fuck up!” he yelled. “On your knees!”
I flinched, but I tried. I stumbled back to my knees. It was all I could to raise my hands to my thighs and submit- just get there.
“Look, I don’t fucking understand. You’re know what you need to do to be good, you know the answer, but in your attitude, you’re pushing me. What we just did- what you just made me do, zapping you- I can do that all night. We have several more hours ahead of us tonight. And the rest of the week. We can keep just doing that. You might feel weak right now, right this minute, but I promise I know exactly how young and durable your body is- better than you, girl. You understand?”
I had never felt such fear and hopelessness. “Yes, Master.” I tried to be loud but it was a whisper. My neck still hurt. My head was bowed.
“Look at me. Look at me Franny.”
I looked up into his eyes. The core of me was fear of him right now.
“I was pleased by you a minute ago, and I have no problem getting pleased by you again. In the coming month here, I am sure you will please me some more. Your Daddy Drew was really pleased with you this weekend. I can still almost hear you two fucking, the sloppy, wet sounds. Your screams as you came like a slut on his dick. You enjoyed it. You were loud, how much you enjoyed it. You enjoy fucking, and you’re good at it. Hell, we could be doing that right now, instead of this. But you have to learn.”
The shame and dirtiness I felt as he said that was overwhelming. The helplessness.
I watched as he slowly turned a dial on the stun gun he was holding. I could clearly see he was turning it up. He then slowly reached out and touched the electrodes to my chest, between my breasts. I wanted to pull away, but dared not.
“You have to understand- know this in your heart!- not only will I punish you when you do wrong- and sometimes reward you when you do right – but I will also hurt you sometimes just because I can.” And he triggered the stun gun.
The earlier zaps seemed like gentle taps. Whiteness flashed before me. My body flopped helpless back to the floor as the shock arced through me. My entire body convulsed and my breath was ripped out of me. This had to be a military or police grade shocker. I just laid there.
“Please, Master,” I whispered.
“Holly! Bring me a water.” She moved quickly, anxious to stay out of my way.
He slowly lowered himself to kneeling down. His cock- still half erect, was jutting towards me between his thighs. “Are you ready to submit and behave, Franny?”
“Yes, Master. Please, I don’t want to get hurt more.” He smiled at me. He had just beaten, shocked and choked me almost unconscious. What sort of man did things like that and enjoyed them? He handed me the water that Holly had brought over. I gratefully sat up a little and drank some. I was so thirsty!
“Well, good Franny. That’s good. That’s the spirit, girl! Let’s see if the carrot can help drive home the lesson of the stick. Holly, get Franny here a booty shot!”
I watched, struggling to sit back up, as she rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a syringe and a plastic vial that contained white powder, that I had already experienced a couple times. I found myself eager for it, because I knew it would take some of this pain away. She mixed the powder with some water and drew it up the syringe. Then she lubed up the sides of the syringe generously.
Mark looked at me. “You’ve had this before, but I’ll tell you, this is a booty shot, girl. It won’t be long, you’ll ask for it by name.” Holly was grinning as she brought the syringe over to Mark. Master. “Get on all fours.”
I struggled to crawl up on my hands and knees. I felt my panties pulled down- he could see my pussy now!- and then I felt the plastic tip of the syringe against my asshole. The thing started entering me- it was a bit uncomfortable but he was gentle- he pushed it deep, and then I felt the liquid splash into my ass. He gently pulled it out. Almost immediately I felt a slight burning, and a warmth start to spread out from my rectum. I could already feel the tingles starting. It felt… well, good- like I was starting to unknot a little. A wave of euphoria started to rise over me and I could feel the weakness of the weekend’s activity slipping away. I felt…right. I started to feel a little stronger.
“We do this because it’s not as bad as shooting up, but it’s almost the same. This is going straight into your blood. You’ll love it, and it won’t take too long.” Mark’s hand started to massage my ass. I didn’t dare pull away.
“Stay there a few minutes, girl. Let it absorb.” His hand slipped down, across my pussy, and he started rubbing my clit. I could feel moisture there- was it my juices, something from the syringe? I couldn’t be sure. He was rubbing me, and I think he was enjoying watching me drift in a pool of post-haze drugginess.
“You have a lovely fat clit, Franny. When did you first masturbate?”
“11, I guess.” I replied honestly.
“Was there someone you were dreaming about?” he continued his rubbing. It was nice.
“Ethan. I hated him. He’d chase us around during recess and stuff. But he was handsome.”
“Was he the boy you fucked?” His rubbing was gently, pleasant. As another wave rose over me and I drifted a bit more, I felt like I could relax and be open, like he was looking into my soul. I was getting extremely horny. I tried to resist- this was still rape, and not something I had asked for- but between his fingers and the drugs washing over me, I was undeniably horny. My hips started rotating on their own, gently.
“No, Master, that was someone else.”
“Master?” I heard Holly say from beside him. I glanced her way, and her eyes were hungry, watching Mark rubbing my pussy- I could feel myself swelling and growing wetter under his touch.
“Yes Hollybaby?”
“May I play with myself please?”
“No. Holly. I have better idea. Take off your panties and go lay on the couch over there. Spread your legs. Franny, Holly ate you out and gave you sweet orgasms over the weekend. You’re going to reward her. Crawl over there and eat her pussy.”
I looked at her and saw her white cotton panties already on the floor next to the couch. I can do this, I thought to myself. This is just…further along the road already traveled. I couldn’t put up any fight any more. Besides, while I wasn’t gay, Holly was undeniably beautiful. And she was clearly eager for this to happen. She was laying on the couch, her thin but muscular and shapely legs spread wide. Her pussy was tiny and already flushed red, with a glisten of her juices showing.
Mark slapped my ass- hard, sharp, sudden, and I scurried a bit. I was still coming up from the booty bump, still rising. My breasts were now tingling a bit. Why? His fingers kept moving over my clit and pussy, stroking, rubbing. He placed his other hand on my hip and steered me over to in front of Holly.
I put my face in her crotch and gently licked. The scent of her was musky and a little sweaty, intoxicating, and her taste was delicious- salty and sweet with a bit of sour tang. I couldn’t believe I was doing this- well, I could believe it, but I couldn’t believe I was actually looking forward to tonguing another girl’s pussy, but…what choice did I have? My arms reached under her thighs to lift her hips and guide her pussy closer to my face. I started to lick and suck in earnest, trying to remember what she had done to me, what I had enjoyed. Holly seemed to enjoy it- her hips started to gently buck and twist against my face and I could hear her moaning a bit. I tried to learn from her motions what she was liking, to follow her moans.
Suddenly, two of Mark’s fingers slid into me. It was a surprise but very welcome. I couldn’t hold back a moan into Holly’s sex. He gently bent his fingers towards my belly and started rubbing a spot inside me, while also sawing in and out. Push in, rub that spot, pull out. I could feel myself swelling even more on his fingers, my walls getting even wetter. I loved it, whatever that was. Then another finger entered me and started stretching me- a bit too soon, and a bit uncomfortable. I pushed away, or tried to, but it had the effect of thrusting my face harder into Holly’s hungry hole. I felt her hands reach down and grab my head, guiding my face where she wanted to.
Mark’s fingers pulled out- I sighed unhappily- my own hole was as hungry as Holly’s. A flash of guilt washed over me- this was still rape! I didn’t want this, I didn’t ask or consent! – and was washed away when I felt his warm, spongy cockhead against my pussy. I couldn’t stop my hips from pushing back. I was trying to get him into me. I was needful, horny, and desperate. There was no doubt he knew this.
“Do you want to get fucked, Franny?” he murmured into my ear. He was holding himself outside me, rubbing his cock up and down my slippery slit. I tried to moan, to convey what I wanted without the shame of admitting it. He was having none of it. “Say it. Say ‘please fuck me, Master’”
He let his cock start rubbing my clit now, holding my hips still. I couldn’t stop them – they wiggled against him.
“Please. please.” I tried to groan, my hips moving back and forth, but not connecting. “Please fuck me, Master.”
I gasped as he slid into my wet hole hard. The fullness was abrupt, warm, and so welcome. I groaned against Holly’s pussy. I heard her giggle- “Franny’s getting fucked now. Franny loves Master’s cock!”
I wanted to make Holly feel as good as Mark’s fucking. My own tongue seemed to dance within her sex, harder, more urgently. Mark set a slow pace, sawing in and out of me, and I could feel myself clinging around him, unwilling to release. Thought was gone, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of completeness as he filled me, over and over.
I felt a trembling in my pussy and fought my own instinctual tightening against the pleasure- it was almost embarrassing, it was so fast- but I couldn’t, and as I gave into it I could hear Holly squeak in response as I clung to her, sucking hard on her clit- she had taught me with her moans, her hands, and the pressure of her hips how much she loved that. I sucked and flicked my tongue over and over. I moaned into her clit as I came on Mark’s dick, and Holly came almost at the same time. I could feel my hole gripping, squeezing, seeking to pull him into me. He never stopped, just kept thrusting, pulling out, thrusting. He had one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, holding me almost still. As my orgasm swept away, I could tell I was already building up to another.
“Hollybaby- can you cum again for me?” I heard Mark ask- I was trying to ignore my second impending orgasm to focus on Holly. She answered, excitedly, “Yes, Master!” Unbelievably, I could feel her hips driving again on my face- I kept my mouth and tongue going on her clit, occasionally stopping to sweep all the way down and lick her nectar. Her pussy was swollen and she tasted slightly different now- somehow hungrier, needier- how did someone taste needier?- but I could tell. I took a hand from under her hips and slid two fingers into her. I started to rub the same way Mark rubbed me- against my belly but inside. She came again almost right away, moaning and bucking against my face. Her pussy bruised my bottom lip, driving it against one of my teeth, but it was so passionate I welcomed it.
“Oh, Franny, you make me feel so good!” She cupped one of my cheeks and stroked it. She had trouble moaning those words at me, she was shaking so hard. My fingers slid in and out of her, feeling her smooth, slick pussy walls throb as her body writhed. I kept it up.
Mark was driving harder into me. My second orgasm was swelling in my belly, my hips. I tried to focus on Holly but all that did was let the pressure below become even greater. Then, suddenly, I felt Mark’s cock throb and grow a little- I could feel it grow inside me. Was he going to come? I could feel my pussy grow hungry, needy for his seed. My walls started to grip, convulse- and I was swept away by my second orgasm- thought left me yet again and I became an animal.
I lost all sense as I bucked, convulsed, and groaned into Holly’s now sopping pussy. My inner muscles gripped Mark’s cock tight. They sought to hold him, keep him in. My whole world fell away except the sensation of completion and I shook- in bliss, in need, in hunger- my entire tummy seemed to want to hold him in place, to take his seed. My hips were driving back, grinding, seeming to milk him. But he did not come inside me.
He pulled out of me and I mewed suddenly in emptiness. My hungry wet hole wanted him inside me. He slapped my ass.
“Keep working on Hollybaby there. She helped you a lot this weekend and tried to help you today- you owe her. I’ll be back.”
He got up and walked over to the drug cabinet. I could hear him snorting a couple more lines. And I worked eagerly to bring Holly to another trembling, breath-heaving, moaning orgasm. I had already fully surrendered, and was fully working at giving her pleasure- honestly, I was not enjoying Holly as a girl, but I was completely enjoying my ability to make her come. I felt powerful.
I felt Mark behind me again, and suddenly there was a thick, creamy dab of something against my asshole. I jumped a little and started to turn to look, but Holly held my face in place and I felt one of her hands rub down my cheek, seeking to calm me down. I relaxed a bit, wanting to avoid another punishment. I calmed myself and kept my face buried in her groin. I kept my hips from jerking away from his probing fingers as he spread whatever it was- lube, I assumed?- into my asshole. My tight ring hurt after the weekend, but did admit him easier than I would have expected. I forced myself to breath and relax- I had learned that pretty quickly over the past two days- and to let him in, to open up.
It was only a minute or two before he had two fingers sawing in and out pretty easily. They pulled away and I felt his cock against my ass. He pushed in- this was bigger than his two fingers- holding my hips still and making little gentle circles, watching himself start to disappear into me. I groaned- this hurt!- but, unbelievably, my body welcomed it. I could feel myself seeking to let him in- my ass was hungry for this invasion. In the back of my mind, I was starting to wonder, “What is this?! What have I become? Surely this is just the drugs- I’m not really a slut, right?” but Holly was gently encouraging me still rubbing my cheek with one hand, even as she was holding my head against her pussy with the other.
“I know it hurts at first, Franny,” she whispered. “It still does me a little, sometimes- but relax and let Master in, and then it feels amazing!”
I didn’t completely believe her, but it did start feeling more pleasurable, and was quickly becoming…something else, something very good. I could feel my own inner muscles letting go and finding room to accept him in- his shaft sliding along my tight tunnel. He was a couple inches inside me now. Then he pulled out completely again. I couldn’t stop the embarrassing, hungry moan from escaping me and my hips driving back, seeking his penetration. Maybe I was just a slut.
It was only seconds before his cockhead was once more against my ass- and wetter, this time- I could tell he had lubed up again. And he gripped both my hips. Suddenly he drove fully into my ass. My body lit up like a firecracker. From within my ass, of all places.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed against Holly, from the overwhelming electric pain and pleasure. He was fully within me, and he had stretched me a bit, but not enough that this was welcome. He pulled out and rammed back in. Again- on the lightning. I couldn’t stop shaking. It hurt. But also- I was so hot to be so full. To be taken. To be… broken open? To be conquered? I didn’t know. The pain and pleasure mixed so perfectly together in this assault? It was so overwhelming I lost focus on what I was supposed to be doing for Holly and just let myself feel. She kept stroking my face, relaxing me.
Mark started really fucking me, pounding away- it hurt, but was also extremely pleasurable and I could hear myself moaning- moaning in this insane mixture of pain and pleasure. I felt Holly shaking as she once again was driven to the brink – somehow she was responding to my groaning into her pussy. He was fucking without mercy, paying no attention to my pain or pleasure- fucking my asshole because he wanted to, without regard to me.
“Dare I suggest to you, little Franny, that you didn’t know you were a slut before me?” Mark grunted out over me. “I reveal you again as a slut. Remember this. And not only a slut, but a dirty ass slut. 14 years old, and already a dirty ass slut. You’re going to come on my cock in your ass- and you did before, this weekend. You came on your Daddy’s cock in your ass, too.”
I felt so dirty but something inside me loved what he was saying. “Yes Master!”
He leaned forward and slipped his hands under me, sliding under my arms to grip my shoulders from behind. With this purchase he pulled me back hard and slammed in deep. I couldn’t catch a breath, being moved to his needs and thrusting. My ass was welcoming him now, hungry for him. I needed him in me- deeper and more completely. I could feel my core heating, pressure building.
“Yes Master! Fuck me Master!” I couldn’t stop myself from screaming it into Holly’s pussy.
“As you wish, little Franny.”
His thrusting was unrelenting, his thickness spreading me every time he entered. I could feel every slight ridge along his cock as it glided within my swollen, hungry, tight ring. And… I felt his cock start to grow. To throb. I needed it. My hips went into overdrive, and I squeezed my ass on his thickness. I had to have it. Suddenly he cried out, buried fully, squeezing me so close to him as he shot deep. I convulsed and came all over him, my hungry hole twitching on his cock as it painted my depths, gushing pleasure out from every pore. I fell helpless beneath him, utterly mindless in this second. All of me wrapped around his shaft and I just let go of everything. I could feel wetness trickle out of my cunt and over my clit. I submitted, just letting the pleasure wash over me- and knew that I was beginning to crave it- and was surprised when I wasn’t scared by it anymore. This was completeness- this was why I was. My body was for this moment- he throbbed deeper and deeper, and I could feel every hot, ropey string.
We knelt there, in front of Holly, twitching together for 30 seconds, a minute, me gasping, trying to catch my breath. I was beginning to float down from the sky and return to reality. Holly was still gently cupping my cheek, soothing me. I felt Mark, cock still buried deep inside my ass, gently rubbing my sweaty, panting body. He kissed my back and I cooed at his approval.
“Good girl, Franny. Good girl. See how nice things are when you obey?”
