Originally Posted by Night.Bane
(Conclusion)
April 5th — 2:00 PM, Jenny’s Home
Jenny Thompson was sure she had never seen a more festively decorated home. Balloons, streamers, and platters of food all stood ready for the hundred or so expected guests.
Certainly, her home had never been this bright.
She went over the schedule of events in her mind, one last time: guests would probably start showing up within the next hour with most arriving by 6:00 o’clock, some light partying (couple kegs at the ready plus many other libations) until 8:00, a few words by the father of the bride, a few more words by the mother of the groom, a tribute by friends (who knew how that would go? Stone and Anna had steadfastly refused to let her coordinate the tribute, but they promised to keep it clean) of both bride and groom, quick thank you’s from Jenny and John Boy, and then just wicked partying until everybody passed out.
That was the plan, and it seemed like a good one.
Jenny went over the supplies and decorations a final time before putting on her makeup and getting ready for the party.
The fun was about to begin…
*
Two and a half hours later, a dozen people had already shown up. Anna and the girls were in place shortly after 2:00, to help Jenny welcome everyone and make sure the ‘help’ was doing their duties. The ‘help’ was a handful of workers from the catering company who were dressed in serving outfits and charged with maintaining the food, drinks, and decorations. Their primary purpose was to ensure that everything was just right, all the time.
All the prep work done, all her girls and the help in place, Jenny could finally just relax and breathe. She manned the door, radiant in a simple but elegant white flower-print summer dress.
The thin dress was very complimentary; it clung to her body in all the right places, tight and low enough to be slightly daring, loose and high enough to discourage gawking. Jenny eschewed both bra and panties, preferring instead the soft breeze that played between her thighs and under her arms. Her long blonde hair curled around her shoulders, framing an unlined face glowing brilliantly around sky blue eyes. She was a picture out of Cosmopolitan, stunning girl-next-door beauty with an undeniable figure and dazzling smile.
Jenny looked very, very good tonight.
*
Everything was phenomenal, the people, the food, the music, all of it better than Jenny would have ever imagined. Early on, they had to call the catering company and order more food; almost 100 guests arrived by 6:00 o’clock and folks were still streaming in, more than they expected, but thankfully they had a backup plan.
She took another big swig of beer.
“Great party,†a voice said in her ear.
Jenny turned on her future husband and smiled.
“Hell yeah,†she replied, putting down her drink and throwing her arms around his neck.
It seemed like every room in the house was full of talking and laughing. As fast as empty bottles and cleared plates were laid down, one of the catering crew would pick them up, trying their best to keep the place clean.
One of the crew was a smaller girl, about 5’2, with short black hair and ordinary brown eyes. Her headgear was pulled low and she kept her head down everywhere she went. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself—not here, not tonight. Ella Sanders, catering crewmember, was painfully aware of the potential consequences should anyone recognize her. Not that she expected them to. She had strapped her big breasts down, hiding them the best she could. Her freshly cut short hair was now jet-black, a look she didn’t expect to draw any particular attention. Brown contacts concealed her radiant sea green eyes. Extensive tanning sessions the last month left her skin considerably darker than it was back in the days she had been a student at Key Biscayne Junior College. Every part of her disguise was carefully considered; at a glance, she might have been a random Latina working for the catering company, you would have to look very closely to think otherwise. Robert approved the disguise, and here she was.
Of course, she had to be here. After Robert laid out the plan for her, after she felt the surge in her chest, the quickening of her pulse as he described in detail what he was going to do, she KNEW she had to be there to see it through. She stood ready to provide any needed assistance, but all Robert wanted was her presence, for her to be there to see it unfold, to know that it wasn’t over, not yet.
It was far from fucking over.
Robert Sanders was there as well. He was, for all intents and purposes, a guest. A social butterfly, he flowed from conversation to conversation with ease, rubbing elbows and glad-handing like a politician. There were so many guests in attendance that casual acquaintances were fairly common. Naturally, Robert knew all of the principals involved: Jack Thompson, John Boy, Stone, Stu, Ricky, Roscoe, and Dave, among others, as well as Jenny, Anna, Audrey, Maggie, and the rest of the cheerleaders. He knew them all by name, talked about the wedding, the planning, and the honeymoon, all of it. He schmoozed them like old friends he had known for years. He had gone to pains to ingratiate himself with them—
All according to plan.
*
After following her around awhile, Robert was finally able to pin Jenny alone. He moved in quickly. Smiling, he tilted his drink and said, “Congratulations! You two are going to be great together!â€
Jenny smiled warmly and tilted hers in turn. “Thank you so much! Having a good time?â€
Robert took a sip, nodded. “Oh yes, I think this party is going to get pretty lively tonight.â€
Jenny laughed. “I think so, too. I can’t believe how many people showed up! I don’t know them all, but of course they all know me,†she said, taking a drink. When she spoke, her words ran together slightly—not quite slurred, not quite drunk, but definitely buzzing in a big way.
“Of course, you’re very popular. By the way, you look stunning tonight,†Robert said, and it was the truth. His eyes dropped, pausing at her barely discernible nipples, then roamed further down to her hips, noting with approval the way her dress hugged and accentuated their curves. He brought his gaze back up to Jenny’s bright blue eyes and smiled wistfully. “Would’ve been a beautiful bride,†he muttered in a strange mixture of admiration and contempt. She was just about the hottest—and cruelest—thing he had ever laid eyes on.
Jenny didn’t hear the last, so when Robert opened his arms to give her a hug she obliged. She had given and received plenty of hugs tonight.
“He wants you to meet him out back,†Robert whispered in her ear.
“What?†Jenny asked. Robert held her close, one hand on the curve of her lower back, pressing her firm breasts into his chest.
“John Boy, he wants to meet you out back in five minutes. Said it was urgent.â€
Jenny pulled away. “Out back? But it’s dark out there, we didn’t decorate or turn on the lights or anything.â€
Robert shrugged. “I don’t know. Do what you want,†he said, smiling sheepishly. “He told me to tell you.â€
Jenny thought a moment, and then grinned wickedly. “Wants to meet me out back, eh?†she asked sarcastically. “I’m sure he does!â€
She and Robert shared a laugh. Robert sighed in relief as Jenny meandered through the crowd, heading to the sliding glass door. ‘Good, very good,’ he thought, taking a big swig of his drink. He put it down and headed to the living room.
Everything was going according to the plan.
*
A hush fell over the crowd as the projection screen began to drop from the ceiling. It was huge, filling an entire wall. When everything was finally in place, the lights dimmed and an image appeared onscreen.
Jack Thompson: “Yeah, John Boy’s alright. He’s always been very respectful of my Jenny. She’s a real catch, son—you better do her right!†he added, holding up his fist.
Laughter filled the air.
Word of the presentation had gotten around quickly; people were swarming in to get a view.
The image changed to John Boy, sitting in a recliner. “Jenny is so great. What can I say? I love her.â€
A collective “Aawww†fell across the crowd, with some scattered applause.
Stone appeared onscreen: “What a disgusting couple, huh? I think it’s fair to say John Boy is marrying WAY over his head!â€
Everybody laughed. John Boy, in the audience, smiled and shrugged. He was looking around for Jenny, but couldn’t find her. He turned his attention back to the screen, sure that she would eventually find him. She always did.
Stu appeared onscreen: “Yeah, I mean, we partied a lot. A LOT. Jenny was always a little wild. I mean, she never did anything with any of us,†he added quickly—
A burst of laughter.
—“but she was always ready to kind of push things in the right direction. She was a player’s cheerleader, if you know what I mean.â€
Ricky appeared onscreen: “Jesus, John Boy, you had to send out a guy with a video camera to record me saying good things about you?â€
Roars of laughter filled the room.
Ricky was still onscreen: “Yeah, it’s true, he’s great. That Jenny, wow, I mean, we had some good times.â€
More laughter; only, this time it was a bit more uncertain.
Stone appeared onscreen: “What’s the question?†He looked confused.
Roscoe appeared onscreen: “Yeah, I liked her,†he said, wide-eyed.
Ricky appeared onscreen: “Always wondered what she did, you know? To deserve all that?â€
There were murmurs in the crowd. What was this about? Stone looked around uncomfortably.
Dave appeared onscreen: “Said she asked for it, I don’t know. Stone said it was ok.â€
Stone appeared onscreen: “It was Jenny, she… she kind of pushed it, you know?â€
A grainy image of a naked woman appeared onscreen; barely 20 years old, she was on her knees in the grass, with her back to the camera, bent over a chaise lounge. Jenny was holding down one arm while Audrey held down the other. There was a young guy, bronzed, muscular, behind the naked woman, thrusting fiercely. It was obvious the naked woman was resisting, she seemed to be pleading with Jenny—
The image was onscreen for less than five seconds—but it was long enough to start more muttering, and frenzied whispering filled the room.
“Turn it off!†a voice called out. Stone Moore. He could be seen, looking up at the ceiling-mounted projector. “Turn it off!â€
Stu appeared onscreen: “Yeah, I never got to hit that shit. All I ever got was a fuckin’ blowjob!†he said, laughing wickedly.
Ricky appeared onscreen: “Jenny said, ‘Fuck the bitch, she deserves it.’ Who was I to argue?â€
*
Outside, it was getting dark. They hadn’t decorated or planned for any partying out back, theory being it wasn’t a good idea to mix this many people with alcohol and a swimming pool. Therefore, the decision was made to declare it out of bounds and just leave the lights off, keeping everybody inside. Now, Jenny stood outside in the twilight, staring down at the pool’s edge, listening to the water softly lapping against the side. She couldn’t help but smile; she loved the pool.
She had a lot of good memories back here.
She felt hands on her shoulders, sighed as they softly squeezed and rubbed.
“Hey,†she said, leaning back. “You made it.â€
“Unnh hunhh,†he responded.
“Gonna be all quiet tonight, are you?â€
“Unnh hunhh.â€
Jenny laughed and tried to turn around; his arms held her firmly in place, pulled her back into his chest. He reached around and cupped her breasts over the summer dress, squeezed them firmly.
“Naughty,†she purred, closing her eyes. His hands felt so good…
*
He shuffled her over and around, until they were facing a chaise lounge. His hands pushed her down; on her knees, she leaned on the chaise lounge, supporting the rest of her body weight on her arms.
“Dirty boy†she whispered thickly, judgment clouded by the accumulation of drinks. “Fuck me,†she hissed, wiggling her ass.
He ran his hands around her ass, rubbing and squeezing. He ran a fingertip between her cheeks (her response was a guttural moan) before grabbing the hem of the thin summer dress and hiking it up past her hips. He dropped a hand down between her thighs and ran his middle finger along her outer lips.
Instant moisture flooded Jenny’s vagina. She was ready to fuck.
He wasted no time, moved forward and pressed his cock to the fore, seeking entry.
“Hurry,†she said, reaching her hand down and guiding him in. “Come on,†she encouraged, urgency in her voice. “Fuck me.â€
He obliged, lunging so that his cock slammed in all at once.
“Fuck yeah,†Jenny said, resting her head on the chaise lounge. She was buzzing hard, barely able to concentrate. She focused on the penetration, on the cock buried deep inside her. She felt more full than she could ever remember. “It even feels different tonight, baby, feels bigger,†she slurred. “Fuck that hole!â€
Robert Sanders, cock settled all the way inside, couldn’t help grinning.
Jenny Thompson was a freak.
*
He reached up and yanked the dress off her shoulders, ripping the spaghetti shoulder straps and freeing her medium-sized breasts to dangle below. He reached down, pinching the pale pink nipples as he slow-fucked her cunt in smooth strokes.
“Faster,†she begged, almost whining, “You always do it faster.†She felt the anxious pressure building, much slower than normal. John Boy always got frantic, fucked her hard and fast; it was usually a race to see who could get off first, a race she sometimes won, and sometimes lost. Tonight was different; he was going much slower than usual, increasing his pace in slow, measured steps. She didn’t know how to handle it, felt her pussy clutching his hot cock greedily, frantically chasing the breathtaking release she knew lingered just barely out of reach. “Faster,†she repeated, breathing heavily. “Please…†she begged in desperation.
‘Not yet,’ he thought to himself, unable to deny how good her body was, or the strength of his response. He was ready to pound it, to ruthlessly fuck that hole. The time would come and he would oblige—
But not yet.
‘Wait for it,’ he told himself, steadily moving back and forth. He looked straight ahead, at the dimly lit house windows, and listened to the din of noise from inside. ‘Almost time.’
*
“—and then I was like, ‘Damn, what the fuck is she doing?’†Stone’s voice said onscreen. “I mean, she was taking it pretty far.â€
“Did you stop it?†a voice asked onscreen.
The onscreen Stone shook his head. “Nope, but I… well, I couldn’t let it go without… “ He looked around suspiciously. “You already know about it, right?â€
The voice again: “The video?â€
Onscreen, Stone grinned. “Yeah, the video, dog. Wanna see it?
By now, the audience was decidedly uncomfortable. This had strayed somewhat from the usual Groom’s Roast, instead diverging into some kind of sordid confessional. And then there was the five-second video, with Jenny holding down some girl’s arm…
Stone couldn’t figure out how to turn it off; he was frantically trying to find a switch, something, ANYTHING, to stop what he now knew was coming.
Roscoe appeared onscreen: “Had some big ol’ titties. Roscoe like big ol’ titties.â€
Stu appeared onscreen: “I should have pumped that shit when I had the chance!†he said, laughing. “Instead, I saved it for Stone. Ungrateful bastard!â€
Jenny, scowling, appeared onscreen: “How did you find out about her?â€
The grainy image again appeared onscreen, the young man pounding it home, the victim—make no mistake, she was a victim—being held down on one side by Jenny, on the other by Audrey. It played for five seconds before Jenny again appeared, alone, onscreen.
“Fuck that bitch,†Jenny whispered onscreen, slurring slightly. She seemed to have been drinking when the recording was made. “She had it comin’...â€
Stone appeared onscreen: “Yeah, I hit it first. It was so fucking tight.â€
Ricky appeared onscreen: “I came all over that bitch. Jenny said go for it, said she deserved it.†He grinned, pleased with himself, and shrugged as if to say, ‘What are you going to do?’
Dave appeared onscreen: “We’re not going to get in trouble, are we? Stone said it was ok.â€
Stone appeared onscreen: “Jenny said it was ok.â€
Jenny appeared onscreen: “Fuck that bitch,†she repeated in her slur, a repeat of the previous clip. “She had it comin’…â€
The grainy image again appeared onscreen; only this time there was sound, poor quality but good enough to hear the words.
*
“Why—,†Ella whispered, shaking her head, “UUNNGGHH.†Interrupted, she continued: “Why—UUNNGGHH—are—UUNNG GHH—you—UUNNGGAAHHHH—doingâ ”UNGH—this—UUNNGGHH—toâ ”AHHHH—me…â€
Her body shook with each blow, pendulous breasts bounding forward and back, forward and back, head jolting in time. Her arms and knees were sore from the abuse.
Jenny bent forward, her face inches from Ella’s.
“You don’t know?†she asked softly. Ella lifted her head, tried to focus on Jenny as the cruel pounding continued.
“No,†she replied.
“Don’t you remember? The first time you went in the closet, you came out and lifted your arms, flashing those fat ass titties for EVERYBODY to see. We all saw your ridiculous nipples—even John Boy. Oh, he tried to look away, he hoped I wouldn’t notice, but I fucking DID. So, you wanted to be a whore, huh? Fuckin’ with my man, huh? Fine bitch! FINE! I made sure they treated you like one!†Jenny’s voice increased in volume as she spoke, nostrils flared, breathing heavily. “Oh, I was gonna let Stoney and the fellas have a little fun with you,†she continued, eyes blazing pure hatred, “but after that little stunt it was no fuckin’ holds barred.†She paused, nodding. “You got initiated, bitch.â€
‘No,’ Ella thought, ‘it wasn’t like that. I—‘ Her eyes watered again; tears fell, splashing against the chair. Her head slumped down, shoulders shook as a sob wracked through her, followed by another; all while the ruthless pounding continued, unabated. “I wasn’t…†she whispered between sobs, trying to respond.
“That’s right, take it bitch,†Jenny continued, right in Ella’s face. “It’s just more of the same, nothing a slut like you can’t handle, right? You bought this shit, you little cunt, so fuckin’ OWN IT!†She practically screamed the last, spittle flying in Ella’s face.
Dave, all but oblivious to the exchange, tightened his grip on Ella’s waist, pulled back powerfully in time with his urgent pelvic thrusts. He was rutting now; the wracking of Ella’s body, as she broke down in tears, finally triggered his release.
“FffuuuuccCCKKKKK YYYYEEEAAAHHHHH!†he bellowed, unleashing a torrent of hot semen deep inside Ella’s battered pussy. He continued pumping, gradually relenting until his motions were exaggeratedly slow; the feel, every inch of Ella’s cunt fiercely clutching his veiny cock, was intoxicating. Finally he stopped moving, completely spent.
Dave pulled out and away quickly, heading back to the pool where he grabbed his trunks. He pulled them on, picked up a towel, and headed back into the house.
Exhausted, Ella couldn’t hold her weight up anymore, and collapsed onto the lounge chair. Still naked, she laid on her stomach, hunched over, her face twisted in harsh denial. She felt his discharge oozing out; the clumpy cum ran down her thighs, it was everywhere.
Ella shook her head—she couldn’t cope with all that had happened, especially this last. She had no mechanism to understand the level of cruelty that had been perpetrated on her, no reference point for this kind of deviant human behavior. Breathing unevenly, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth, Ella was experiencing a deep layer of profound shock.
She was totally Fucked, in every way imaginable.
“Now, we’re finished,†Jenny said as she stood, releasing Ella’s arm. Audrey quickly followed suit. “Frankly, I don’t give two shits what you do from here.†Jenny looked up at the guest room window and saw Stone, leaning out, staring back down. Evidently he had seen it all. Maybe more—it looked like he was holding his cell phone. Had he recorded it? The corners of Jenny’s lips rose slightly. She turned back on Ella. “If I were you, I wouldn’t stay here—it might be hazardous to your health. Fucking BITCH,†she concluded bitterly, viciously kicking the chaise lounge as she walked back towards the house.
Cold shock was evident on every face in the room. No way this could have happened; it all seemed so calculated, a level of degradation no one would have ever figured on from the likes of Jenny Thompson, former captain of the cheerleaders. There was no describing what they had just seen, the empty feeling it left inside, the cold reality of a young woman wronged, of Jenny being the mastermind, of Stone and Stu and Ricky and Roscoe and Dave, even Junior College All-American Dave Baxter, being the perpetrators.
They did it, they talked about it, they even seemed proud of it. And they made no apologies.
Uneasy murmuring and muttering filled the air. Disgust settled palpably over the crowd. John Boy looked around uncomfortably; how had this gone so horribly wrong? And where was Jenny?
*
Ella, a look of intense vindication on her face, had her hands on the floodlight power switch. She looked outside and saw the two of them on the grass—not far from where the incident recorded on video had happened, as it turned out—and decided now was as good a time as any.
She flipped on the floodlights.
And then she began laughing.
*
The lights came on in a flash. Robert, taking his cue, began pumping earnestly, using his hands to draw her hips back in counterstroke to his thrusts. It was rough, animalistic sex. He was sure he had never fucked a hole this brutally before.
Jenny responded. “Fuck me, baby,†she hissed, “fuck me like you hate me!â€
Robert complied, adamantly pile driving his cock home. He felt the orgasmic tickle begin, knew he had only a few seconds more.
He hoped everyone was watching.
Just to be sure they saw what they were supposed to see, he reached up and grabbed Jenny’s hair, pulled the curly golden locks so that her head was forced back, facing her home for all to see. Strain evident in her corded neck, Jenny’s eyes were closed in intense concentration.
She was on her own, blissfully unaware of everything around her. Her focus was fixed on the earth-shattering orgasm building within—and nothing else, no matter how big or small, mattered.
*
“Look, outside,†a voice said. It was echoed by another, and then another. And then a collective gasp as one voice, louder than the others—a female voice, from over by the sliding glass door, to be precise—said: “Isn’t that Jenny?â€
“Oh my God,†John Boy whispered, putting his hand over his face. “Oh my God.â€
Onscreen, John Boy sat in the recliner. “Jenny is so great. What can I say? I love her.†The image froze there, John Boy smiling.
Not that anybody was paying attention. They were all watching the spectacle outside.
*
“Here it comes,†Robert said with a grunt. “This is for my sister, bitch. All of it, the testimonials I had to drive around and collect, the copies of the video I sent to all of your families, friends, and co-workers. The copy I sent to the Junior College Athletic Association, and the copy I sent to your church.â€
He grunted again, paused.
“Oh fuck,†he said softly as his cock gushed blistering cum deep inside Jenny Thompson.
“Aahhhh yeesssss!†she screamed, oblivious to the lights, to the grass, to the rumble of noise coming from inside her home. She hadn’t heard a thing Robert Sanders said, had instead been absorbed in the pending orgasm, and when it came OH MY FUCKING GOD it came.
Tears of pleasure ran down her face as her cunt clamped down on the invading cock, forcing it to roughly jerk back and forth, heightening her towering orgasmic inferno.
Robert laughed wickedly, unable to comprehend how audacious all of this must have looked from inside the home. He kept cumming, filling Jenny up with load until it splurged out around his plunging cock. He kept pushing it in, prolonging the moment as long as possible.
He needed everyone to see.
This, truly, was a moment that would live forever.
April 9th — Satisfaction
Ella waited with Robert at the airport, sharing a moment before he flew home. They sat together at the Starbuck’s kiosk, he sipping a latte, she nursing a hot cocoa.
Robert looked at his sister. “Everybody got copies: family, friends, and co-workers. Every player and cheerleader involved is going to pay for what they did. I was even able to add a bit of Jenny’s Bash performance as a final touch.â€
Ella nodded and raised her cocoa. “Was it hard to get them to talk?†she asked as she took a sip.
Robert shook his head. “Not really. Getting them alone was the hardest part. Once I was able to do that, it was nothing to get them talking. They were eager, practically bragged about it,†he said, his hand tightening briefly. “I wanted to kick their asses, but I didn’t. I played it straight.†He nodded. “I followed the plan.â€
“It was a good plan.â€
“I’m glad you think so.â€
“A very good plan,†Ella added. She was satisfied with how things had turned out.
Very satisfied.
“Of course, the best part is you aren’t really in the video. They have no way to know who the girl was, you can only see from behind—and nobody involved will ever want the ‘victim’ to come forward, you can count on that.â€
Ella nodded, sipping some hot cocoa. She grabbed her stirrer and lazily swirled some melted marshmallows around.
“How are you sleeping?†he asked.
Ella looked up and smiled. “Better. Pretty good, actually. No nightmares so far!â€
Robert smiled, put his hand on Ella’s. “I’m glad to hear that, sis, really glad.â€
“Me, too,†Ella replied with a smile.
“Flight 595 to Tallahassee, boarding at gate B7 in fifteen minutes,†a disembodied voice announced.
“That’s me,†Robert said and stood.
“Thank you so much, Bobby,†Ella said, stepping over and wrapping her arms around her big brother. Robert hugged her back.
“I’m glad you trusted me,†he said, stepping back.
“Me, too.â€
“Bye, sis.â€
“Buh-bye, Bobby.â€
June 27th — Dr. Samuels
“This will be my last visit,†Ella announced as she stood, the session nearing its end. Dr. Samuels didn’t seem surprised.
“I must say, I’m very impressed with your progress. The way you’ve come to grips with everything, it really is an inspirational story. These last ten weeks have been wonderful, seeing you come out of your shell. I’m very happy for you.â€
Ella grinned. “Thank you.â€
“And still no nightmares?â€
Ella smiled, a twinkle in her sea green eyes. “Nope, not a one.â€
“Good,†Dr. Samuels said. She paused a moment before asking: “Can I have a hug?â€
Ella melted. “Of course you can, we’ve been through a lot together!â€
“I know, and I couldn’t be more proud of you!â€
Ella was sure she’d never have another nightmare about what had happened at Key Biscayne Junior College again.
She couldn’t help but smile.
EPILOGUE — The Fate of Dr. Tarsal
(Robert Sanders was more than thorough—the doctor who had taken advantage of his sister during her Cheerleader’s Physical Exam had to be dealt with as well. It wasn't that difficult to get the man behind bars, where Dr. Tarsal made a few, ah, friends...
The two men shared a small, ten-foot by ten-foot cell. It contained a wiry twin-sized bunk bed, a small empty bookshelf, and a single exposed toilet. The slender man slept on the top bunk, the fat man on the bottom. During the day, both men followed the same routine: morning formation, breakfast, eight hours on a work detail, dinner, and then three hours to themselves they could spend lifting weights, playing basketball, reading in the library, or any of the other sundry things convicts do these days.
At night, it was very different.
The slender man would climb down off the top bunk, lean over the bottom bunk and pull down his drawers. The fat man would giggle liked a little schoolgirl—he always giggled—as he rolled out of his bunk and crawled over behind the trembling, skinny man.
The fat man would pull down his trunks, releasing a short fat uncircumcised cock that was always hard and always ready. Positioned behind, he would line up and drive it home, taking that ass.
Every. Single. Day.
Initially, the slender man had resisted.
On his first night, he had refused the offer, opted instead to stay in his bunk; the next morning, in the shower, three men pinned him in the corner and beat the shit out of him before throwing him face-down and taking turns, one after the other, corn-holing the new inmate.
On the second night, he refused again; this time, it was six men in the shower, squealing like pigs as they circled him and repeated what had happened the day before.
On the third night, he had finally learned. He climbed down, swallowed his pride, and bent over. Abject humiliation washed over him as he laid there; apprehension mixed with inevitability and disgust as he bent over, squeezing his anus tightly shut, waiting for it to happen.
And it always happened.
At first, the fat man came quickly. The skinny ass was so tight, he just couldn’t hold back. After a few days, it began to take longer. And longer. And longer. Now, he was up to at least half an hour of pumping before unleashing a heavy load deep in the slender man’s bowels, always with a running commentary. “Squeeze it, bitch†seemed to be his personal favorite, a suggestion he frequently made while slapping the small man’s ass. He was keen to point out that “You’re getting’ a lot better at this, boy†and often suggested “You gonna learn to suck cock,†just as he fired his load.
After two months of this, Tarsal was starting to get used to it. His rectum was stretched to the point that he could mostly tolerate the abuse he received after lights out every night.
He rarely bled anymore.
Most importantly, the former doctor never thought about touching schoolgirls ever again.
REMEMBER: It’s only fantasy.
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