Cheerleader's Revenge (Ella Pt. 5) -- (M/F: Gangbang: Rp)

[Night.Bane]

And we've made it to the end, the final chapter. I wanted to figure out a way for our favorite cheerleader to get a little revenge, Satisfaction as it were, but was stumped on how to do it. One day I was talking to a female friend of mine and asked her, "If you ever got into a really bad situation, what would you do?" She thought about it a minute before answering:

"I'd tell my brother."

THAT'S what prompted me to write this (for now) final chapter.

Feedback is always appreciated, btw.

PS - I had to break my promise to Ella. I hope she forgives me...

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Ella finally gets a little Satisfaction.

CHEERLEADER'S REVENGE (M/F: Gangbang: Rp)


March 7th � Afternoon, Dr. Samuels’ Office

It was a typical psychiatrist office, conservatively decorated with comfortable chairs for the patient and doctor. Subdued lighting, ornate desk, hardbound texts in a tidy bookcase, and low sound of air pushing through the vent from above all combined to create a serene setting intended to put patient and psychiatrist at ease.

Ella Sanders sat in one of the chairs, hands resting in her lap. She kept idly running her right thumb back and forth over the back of her left hand, having just finished telling her story.

Peering intently at the young woman, Dr. Samuels asked, “How did that make you feel?� She waited patiently for the answer, absorbing Ella’s body language, the way her shoulders hunched slightly, and the way she constantly looked down.

Ella’s face wore a distant, troubled look; her mind was stuck in that moment of being bent over a chaise lounge, arms held down, the battering ram behind her relentlessly driving its length home, over and over. This story had been her secret, untold to anyone until now. Finally seeking professional help in a desperate attempt to overcome the dark feelings of dread and worthlessness that were a part of her day to day existence, she found herself here, sitting in this chair, sharing these damaging details of her personal life. It had taken her weeks to build up the courage to tell Dr. Samuels the full story. She still couldn’t believe�

“Ella?� Dr. Samuels gently prodded.

Ella’s eyes focused and her attention returned to the office and Dr. Samuels. Dr. Samuels was an older woman, in her late 50s, with a soft manner and understanding nature. Ella had interviewed almost a dozen psychiatrists before deciding on this one, determined to find a doctor she felt absolutely comfortable with. Dr. Samuels fit the bill perfectly.

Brushing a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear, Ella spoke again. “Well, devastated. I… she never liked me, only pretended to. I felt betrayed, strung along, you know?� she continued, with a pleading look. “What am I supposed to feel?�

Dr. Samuels leaned forward in her chair. “All of those feelings are natural, Ella. What they did to you�the way they planned it all out, it’s unspeakable.� She paused a moment before continuing. “And yet, you got out of the situation, isn’t that right?�

“Yeah, I did,� Ella said with a certain pride. “I grabbed a towel and ran, kept running until my feet bled�and then ran some more.� She remembered it vividly, the towel wrapped around her waving in the wind as she dashed down the streets, bare feet pounding the pavement over and over. She was panting, breathing with her mouth open, running as fast as her taut legs could carry her. Finally she made it to a convenience store and phone…

“And you obviously moved on,� Dr. Samuels continued, “because you left Key Biscayne JC and went on to the University of Washington, where you graduated with a degree in marine biology. It’s perfectly understandable that you would seek to get as much distance as possible between yourself and that horrible situation. How did you feel about going to Washington?�

“Everybody was so nice,� Ella said, a small smile playing over her lips. “And I made some new friends there. Some real friends.� Her smile brightened.

“Yes, success! So, you got your degree, you have genuine friends. And you’re doing what you love,� Dr. Samuels finished, referring to Ella’s employment at SeaWorld Orlando.

Ella nodded.

Dr. Samuels fixed her gaze firmly on Ella. “You have to like yourself Ella�and forgive yourself, too. They raped you. They took something from you that you have to take back. You did nothing wrong.�

Ella felt it then, the way she sometimes did when the reality of what had happened hit her unexpectedly hard: the powerful urge to go wash her hands. It all felt so dirty, even now, nearly three years after the fact.

“You did nothing wrong,� Dr. Samuels repeated. “Please try to remember that.�

Dr. Samuels tried to lighten the mood. “Now, strictly as a friend, how do you feel about SeaWorld? It must be very exciting, working with the mammals! I was always so intrigued by the Orcas!

“Oh yes, it’s just amazing!� Ella said brightly, warming to this new line of conversation. “I always thought I’d like to be a dolphin, if I could be any animal...�



March 7th � Evening, Ella’s Apartment

After her visit with Dr. Samuels, Ella picked up some Subway and stopped by Barnacle’s Book Shack, a used bookstore two blocks from her condo. She perused the latest best sellers, found nothing she couldn’t live without, and finally decided to head home.

Of course, after she got home the first thing she did was check her email. Scanning the typical spam (“Viagra, cheap!� “Increase your size!� “International Monetary Transfer!�), one subject line caught her eye:

ATTN: All Key Biscayne Junior College Students, 2004 – 2006

Curious, Ella clicked it, began reading.

Key Biscayne Junior College is very pleased to announce the Engagement of John Boy Wiggins and Jenny Thompson. They will be joined in Holy Matrimony on April 12, 2008.

All Key Biscayne Junior College students from 2004 through 2006 are hereby invited to John Boy and Jenny’s ‘All-American pre-Wedding Bash,’ to take place April 5, 2008. This will be the Biggest Island Event Ever! Jack Thompson, father of the bride, is very proud to host this event at his home.

All festivities will begin at 6:00 PM. Click the link below for map and directions…

“No,� Ella whispered. “No, no, no… this can’t… can’t be…� she croaked, shaking her head.

They couldn’t do this, couldn’t just come barging back into her life, not now, not after she had finally summoned the courage to talk about what had happened. Not after she had finally broken down and shared all the sordid details with her psychiatrist.

It seemed almost as if she were being victimized again.

She wasn’t ready to think about John Boy and Jenny… Jenny… especially Jenny, if just didn’t seem fair…

Ella jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, reached into the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of Ambien.

She needed to sleep this off. She would have plenty of time to think about it tomorrow.



March 7th � Night

It was dark in the closet, not quite pitch-black. Her eyes gradually became accustomed to the lower light, enough to vaguely identify rough shapes. The somewhat muted sound of music flowed beneath the door, masking the efforts of Stone Moore adjusting himself behind her. Stone moved in closer, folding his long legs around her lower body. After he was finished, she felt his large hands close around her waist, squeezing softly.

She felt him leaning into her back, rubbing his fingers up and down her outer arms. There was a certain detachment; in her mind, she knew it was happening, but could almost believe it was someone else.

Almost.

Frustrated with her inability to see what he was doing, Ella closed her eyes and sighed. She had expected him to be rough, take what he wanted; she was surprised at the softness of his touch, at the way he smoothly positioned his body so that it cradled her own. He pressed up close to her, chest to back, and kissed her shoulders, her neck, and her ear. His fingertips playfully brushed the sides of her breasts, curled around them and then up, stroking the swell of her rounded bosom above the skimpy white tank top.

Suddenly she was no mere observer; he had broken through and caused her body to respond. ‘This feels so good,’ she thought, flushed, as she felt the heat rise within. ‘This is really nice…’

She felt the pressure beginning to build up in her head, at the tips of her nipples, and deep within her pulsating maidenhead. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. She felt his hand pause directly over her heart and heard him chuckle softly.

“Your heart’s going a hundred miles an hour,� his deep voice whispered. She felt his breath hot on her neck and was thankful the light wasn’t on; she was blushing furiously and didn’t want him to see.

He casually reached one hand down, cupping a breast, and then did the same with the other. He was caressing, squeezing softly, tracing the outline of her hard nipples but never actually touching them, playing his fingers around the pronounced areolas.

Ella moaned softly, eyes still closed, a vaguely distant smile forming on her lips. She was buzzing, could see the Cliff’s Edge approaching. She was like a boulder, rolling downhill, picking up steam. Everything he did made the boulder roll faster…

He brought his thumb and index fingers to her nipples and pinched them, tugging and rolling the nipples around. Ella felt them harden, drew in a sharp breath. He reached down and pulled the tank top up, freeing her breasts. She felt them drop slightly before he cupped them anew. His hands were warm, confident as they clutched her full breasts; the feel them against her soft flesh was electrifying.

He paused a moment, holding her breasts in his hands, and Ella wondered what was coming next. ‘Maybe he’ll kiss me on the lips,’ she thought, barely able to concentrate. ‘Or maybe he’ll touch me… down there.’ That thought sent her into new depths of shame. Her upper chest felt so hot right now; surely he could feel it too!

“Hmmm, you’re really warm tonight,� he said, apparently reading her mind. “Should I play with these some more?� he asked, bouncing her breasts in his hands. Ella nodded, unable to resist his invitation. Stone chuckled. “Yeah, I like playing with big tits,� he whispered thickly, “been looking forward to this for a while.�

She felt his fingertips play over her areolas, brushing against the elongated nipples. He lowered his head, kissing her shoulder and then running a string of kisses along her neck. The Edge of the Cliff was so close she could almost see over it…

Gripped in anticipation, Ella felt as though she might pass out at any moment...

*

Eyes adjusted, she could see a little more now. She lay on her back, prone; Stone lay beside her, touching, exploring. Her breathing increased, became labored as she felt her chest tighten. The feel of Stone’s hands, softly massaging what the others had been so keen to take, the smooth caress of his lips kissing her shoulders and neck, lulled her into a deep state of arousal. She allowed herself to relax, felt his strength and warmth press against her, solid as a rock. It was almost as if she were in a dream.

He closed his mouth over her rigid nipple, sucked and twirled his tongue against it.

Fire. Ella gasped, unable to breath. She was so close. “Yes,� she whispered, “oh yes, please�“

Discomfort. The Cliff Edge raced away from her, far, far away, as if it had never existed. The buzzing was drowned out, replaced by a piercing pain emanating from her nipple.

“Is this what you want? Hmmm?� he asked as he pinched her other nipple.

She gasped again, gulped. “No! Please, no!�

Stone cruelly twisted and pinched one nipple while still sucking on the other, pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure.

“I think so. I’m giving you something to remember,� he added with a chuckle, �something you’ll never forget.�

He climbed up between her legs. Ella suddenly realized she was naked from the waist down; she felt his cock rub against her thigh as it traveled up, searching. He was pushing her down, holding her in place.

He was so heavy.

“Here it comes,� he whispered, and Ella felt immediate pressure against her vagina.

“Get ready,“ a new voice said: Jenny. “Get ready, bitch.“

“What…� Ella mumbled, confused. ‘Where is she�‘

Stone forced himself down, his cock darting deep inside.

“Fuck this is tight,� he said, thrusting powerfully. “Fuck yeah.�

Ella gulped, raised her arms and tried to push him away. She rolled her eyes towards the door.

There she was. Jenny sat just inside the doorway, watching curiously in the half-light.

“Fuck her,� Jenny said, clapping her hands together quickly. “Fuck the little bitch.�

In response, Stone shoved again, forcing his cock all the way in. He exhaled forcefully. “It’s so fuckin’ hot in there,� he said as he pulled out and readied to thrust again.

“Slut knows what she’s good for,� Jenny commented, leaning forward.

“I’m… I’m not… not a slut…� Ella said, stuttering as Stone brutally punched his cock in again.

Jenny laughed.

Stone began pumping in earnest, withdrawing most of his length and slamming it back in.

“…not… not a… slut…� Ella repeated between thrusts.

“Trying to convince yourself?� Jenny asked, voice dripping with acid.

Ella felt an icy wave of humiliation wash over her body.

“Fuck that slut,� Jenny hissed, on her hands and knees and easing closer. “Fuck her!�

Ella felt a strange fullness welling in her brain, a sense of tremendous expectation.

Stone, sweat dripping from his brow, doubled his efforts. He penetrated her in rapid-fire, forcefully ripping his cock up inside her too-tight snatch.

Jenny leaned over, gazing down directly into Ella’s eyes. Stone labored above, his orgasm threatening any second. Jenny put her hands on each side of Ella’s head, held them there as she stared down.

“Say it with me,� she said quickly. “Say it: I’m a slut.�

Ella tried to shake her head, tried to ignore the frenzied fucking Stone was delivering, tried to deny the building pressure of what she knew (even though she had never had one) was her own cataclysmic orgasm.

“Say it,� Jenny said urgently: “I’m a slut.�

“I’m…� Ella said. “I’m…�

Tears rolled down her face.

Jenny continued staring down.

“Come on,� she whispered.

“I’m… a slut…�

As Ella said it, she felt the gush of hot cum erupt inside her, heard and felt Stone grunt as he cinched his cock all the way inside.

Jenny smiled, a strange, little smile.

*

Her eyes popped open. Ella found herself breathing heavily, sweating so that the bed sheets were plastered to her body.

She reached for her journal, ready to document this dream as she had so many others. Not that it ever did any good; she kept having them, over and over, so many dreams.

All of the dreams were different, and none of them ever quite matched the reality of what had happened. She knew that, even as she was having the dream�and that actually made it worse. For instance, had she been so turned on in the closet? Had she responded that way?

Had she asked for it?

Did she deserve it?

She was crying now. Tears, the dreams always ended in tears. She would have a nightmare, she would write it down, and then she would cry about it�and nothing would ever change.

“Not this time,� she whispered. “Not this fucking time.� She wiped the tears away, knew immediately what she had to do, what she should have done from the very beginning.

What she should have had the courage to do all along.

She called her big brother.

And told him everything.

*

Robert Lynn Sanders was something of a minor celebrity in tiny Malone, Florida. While in high school, Robert made all state in wrestling, baseball, football, and track and field, something that had never been done before. How a kid from nowhere could place in the decathlon at the US Nationals was the biggest shock of all�as a senior in high school, he finished third in the nation, with minimal seasoning. Sports Illustrated did a two-page story on the small-town country boy.

Big things were expected.

6’0 tall, 180 pounds, fair-skinned with brown hair and eyes, he was respected and well-liked, one of the genuine good guys. He had taken his talents to Florida State, where he focused on track and field and studied aeronautical engineering.

And all along the way, his little sister followed him; she was shy, quiet, but steadfastly his biggest fan. He remembered Pee Wee football, scoring touchdowns and seeing little Ella screaming in the stands. She was there when he wrestled, when he played baseball. No matter what he did, she was there, cheering him on.

She had always been there.

So that morning, when the phone rang and he saw who was calling, he immediately picked it up.

It didn’t take long for him to realize something was wrong. Ella was distraught; she obviously wanted to tell him something, but just as obviously was having a difficult time talking about it.

“Ella, what’s wrong?�

“Bobby, I can’t… I should have called you first…�

Robert gripped the receiver tightly between his fingers. Ella had called; she was upset�very upset�and Robert didn’t like it when Ella was upset. She was his little sister; he was the big brother, three years ahead. It was his job to take care of her.

Finally, he got her talking…

*

After Ella finished the story, sparing few details, Robert found himself shaking in fury as he held the phone to his ear.

It was a time to kill, if ever there was one. But Ella didn’t want that, she didn’t want him to get in trouble for taking care of her, for trying to fix what had happened. She just wanted to talk about it, to try and find a way to deal with it, get over it.

‘Fuck dealing,’ Robert thought, ‘we have to get some satisfaction.’

‘We’ because he was in it now; ‘we’ because he couldn’t allow this to pass; ‘we’ because it was his job to take care of Ella�‘we’ because now it was personal, and there was a price to pay.

And it was his job to extract payment.

“Ella, it’s very simple. We’re gonna get some Satisfaction.� His voice was strong, sure, a chilling voice that would have scared any reasonable man. Or woman.

“Ok,� she replied, sniffling

“This is what we are going to do,� he said, a plan coming quickly together. He knew it would work. “I’m flying in tomorrow and driving down�“

“You don’t have that much time, Bobby!�

“�and I’m gonna talk to some people. I have plenty of time, six weeks to blow however I want. They want a party to remember, huh? We’ll give them one. We’ll give ‘em a fuckin’ party.�

Ella heard the sound of typing through her phone. Robert was making Internet flight reservations.

“I’ve got a ticket for 2:00 o’clock this afternoon. I’ll be getting in to the airport at 4:12…�



April 4th – Afternoon, Dr. Samuel’s Office

Ella sat in her usual chair in the usual way, hands in lap, but something was different today, had been for weeks now: the way she looked up more, the way she smiled, the way she just seemed… happier, more comfortable in her own skin.

Dr. Samuels couldn’t help but notice, and had to comment.

“You seem chipper today. And I like the new haircut, the short look is really nice on you.�

Ella nodded. “Thanks. Actually, I’ve been feeling a little better lately.�

“Good! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was the last month or so. Do you think talking about what happened made it any easier�“

Ella laughed�actually laughed!�at the suggestion.

“No, Dr. Samuels, I don’t think that was it. Well, not exactly.�

Dr. Samuels said nothing, just sat watching. Waiting. Most patients, if you waited long enough, started talking on their own, they almost did the work for you. Ella was no different.

“The day I told you what happened, when I got home, I had an email. It seems two of the folks involved in what happened to me are getting married. At first, I was shocked,� Ella said evenly, her voice becoming more confident as she spoke, “but, after a night’s sleep, I woke up and started thinking about it, and came to a realization. Since then I’ve been doing a little better.�

“Good, very good. Moving on is a good thing.�

Ella peered at Dr. Samuels and smiled. “Yes, I suppose that’s it. Maybe I haven’t moved on yet�but I will be, soon. I think I can get a certain, ah, Satisfaction, out of all this.� She liked the sound of that word, had ever since her brother had used it a month ago. She still remembered it, the realization after she hung up the phone that, for the first time in a long time (longer than she could remember) she was actually looking forward to something.

“Yes, well satisfaction can be a very powerful feeling.�

Ella nodded agreement.

“And yet you tell me you are still having the dreams.�

This wiped the smile from Ella’s face. Yes, the dreams�nightmares�continued, albeit less frequently. She was down to one a week, although they seemed to be getting progressively worse. Last night, for example, she had the worst one yet…

*

The smell of mown grass clung to the air. The sun shone down through a cloudless sky, showcasing the immaculately manicured lawn, the brilliant rose bushes, and the cast figurines.

Jenny’s backyard was a veritable garden of delight.

Ella, clad in a skimpy pink bikini, strolled towards the pool, noting with approval how quiet everything was. The only sound she heard was the pool pump, gently humming merrily along. Even the birds seemed to have vanished.

She might have been the last person on Earth.

She took a seat on the pool steps and reached over to actuate the Jacuzzi jets. Powered, they began churning and foaming away.

‘Ah,’ she thought, ‘this is the life.’ She reached out and positioned the jet, aiming it squarely between her thighs. There were so many bubbles and the pulses of water were so warm, she figured she might as well enjoy them.

Ella leaned back, stretching out her arms on the top step and laying her head back on the pool’s edge. A tingling sensation began in her groin, small yet urgent. She licked her lips�

�and was interrupted by powerful hands, grabbing her arms and lifting her effortlessly out of the pool. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw Stu and Ricky holding her arms, with Dave, Roscoe, and Stone standing right behind.

Stone: “Busy?�

“Don’t, please�“

“Save the sob story.�

“�you don’t understand�“

“Shut the fuck up!�

“�I was just�“

“Roscoe, shut this bitch up!�

“�trying to get�“

A huge hand closed over her mouth, silencing any further attempts to talk.

“Now, bring her over here and put her on the grass.�

Stu and Ricky let go so that Roscoe could carry her over. He held her like a sack of potatoes, pulling her to him with one hand around her waist while clamping his other over her mouth.

“It’s my turn now,� Stu said, staring daggers. “Gon’ fuck this bitch up.�

“Eennh. Wrong answer,� interrupted Ricky.

They turned on each other, both ready to fight for the prize.

“Now, now, you’ll both get your turns,� Stone interjected. “We’ll flip for it. But first, let’s get her down on the grass and spread out…�

*

Two minutes later, Ricky had won the toss. He stood naked over Ella, long cock at attention, looking down. She was spread-eagled, with Stone and Roscoe on her legs and Stu and Dave on her arms, still wearing the little pink bikini. She resisted, thrashing and twisting and turning, all for nothing.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

She wanted to scream, to shout at the top of her lungs, but knew it wouldn’t do any good. This was their game; she was just a plaything, along for the ride.

She stopped squirming.

“Good, bitch knows her place,� Ricky said as he lowered himself to the ground. He climbed atop her, pulling the bikini cups down to expose her substantial breasts, the wide dark areolas capped by protruding nipples.

“Fuckin’ cow tits,� he commented. The others laughed.

“Fuck her up,� Stu said, obviously itching to get a piece for himself.

“Getting there,� Ricky said, staring at her trembling breasts. Holding his weight on one arm, he reached down with the other and pulled the string on her bikini bottoms; untied, he quickly snatched away the thin material.

He returned his attention to her chest, lowered his head and began sucking, flicking a nipple with his tongue. They hardened in response; Ella groaned, mortified, and bit her lip in frustration.

“Yeah, get mad bitch. Get mad!� Ricky said, noting with satisfaction the way she grimaced. “We ain’t fuckin’ around this time.�

Impatient, he slid up between her thighs while angling his lower body, thrusting quickly. A second, deeper thrust and he was almost there, his cock jammed halfway inside. He rocked a little, plunging and withdrawing, working his tool to full penetration.

Ella flung her head from side to side, looking for a weak link between Roscoe or Dave, Stu or Stone. Of course, there was none. She found herself staring at Stu…

“She’s giving me the evil eye,� Stu said with a laugh.

Ella turned her head away.

“Ungh. UNGH!� Ricky grunted, ripping up inside.

It happened so fast. Ricky dropped down, lay on top of her and wrapped his hands around her immense breasts, squeezed them tightly while gripping the nipples between his fingers. “Yes,� he said, pounding his cock relentlessly.

Ricky arched his back, planted himself all the way inside and stopped. His cock throbbed, issuing its intense load in rhythmic pulses.

Ella, powerless to do anything but take it, just lay on her back, staring up at the muscular body straining above. She felt his cock inside her, felt the discharge; she knew it would be seeping out when he withdrew.

She had been through this before.

“Shit,� he whispered, “I came so fuckin’ hard.�

Ricky had taken less than two minutes.

*

“Throw her in the pool, I don’t want his sloppy seconds!� Stu said, hauling Ella up as he stood. The others quickly followed suit, standing and dragging Ella up and over to the pool. They unceremoniously threw her in the water, watched her fumble around and come back up. They watched, amused, as she rearranged her bikini top and pulled the hair back out of her face.

Stu jumped in the water and carved a path towards her. She took a step back.

“Stop! You ain’t goin’ nowhere. Now, we can do this my way, or we can do this MY WAY. Play ball and it’s all gonna be fine; don’t, and it’s probably gonna get ugly.�

They stood in the water, facing each other for a full minute, before Ella’s shoulders hunched ever so slightly, before her chin dipped ever so subtly.

Stu grinned and took a step her way.

“That’s it. Now, come on over and wrap those legs around me.�

What could she do? She couldn’t run�but she wouldn’t help, either. ‘He’ll have to do it,’ she thought, standing still. ‘I won’t resist and I won’t run, but I won’t help him rape me.’

Stu, standing in front of Ella, reached out and put his hands under her arms, lifting her effortlessly in the water. He pulled her to him, dropped an arm to part her thighs and ease them around his lower body.

Stu gazed down, taking in the impressive swell of her breasts. He grinned evilly.

“This has to go,� he said, reaching over and grabbing the thin pink bikini top in his hand. He yanked forcefully, felt the top give as he pulled it away. “That’s better,� he commented, peering intently at the dark-tipped breasts floating buoyantly in the water.

Dread filled her mind as he tugged away the bikini top. She felt unclean, with one man’s ejaculate seeping from her body while another man prepared to put more in. ‘This can’t be happening,’ she thought, ‘please, not again.’

She felt a sudden stabbing sensation: his stiff manhood rooting around, eagerly searching. Ella remembered this cock, the one she had sucked in the closet so long ago; the cock that had so rudely flooded her mouth with salty sperm that dribbled over her lips and down her chin. Now it was twitching between her thighs, wanting something more than her mouth. She felt his hand reaching down, guiding it up.

“Bingo,� he said as he found it, thrust upwards and sheathed his cock inside her hole. “Fuck this is tight.� Leering, he added, “Just like Stone said. Shame I had to wait so fuckin’ long.�

Ella didn’t know what to do. She looked around; Ricky, Roscoe, and Dave sat on the pool’s edge, dangling their feet in the water, and watching the scene unfold. Ricky smirked, seemingly amused; Roscoe had a hungry look, ready for his turn; Dave watched, face impassive, but the bulge in his swim trunks was unmistakable. He wanted some, too.

She turned back to Stu, felt him slide his cock back and forth inside her, quick-fucking in short strokes.

He grinned at her, looked over her shoulder.

“Stone.�

Ella felt the hands on her shoulders as Stone sidled up behind her.

“Mind?� he asked Stu, as if Ella weren’t there.

“Not at all, bro.�

“No, not like this,� she said; she tried to be forceful, to regain some measure of control over the situation (as impossible as it seemed), but her voice was barely audible. “Please…�

“Sweet. Time to take that ass.�

“No,� she said more forcefully; pressure on her anus caught her immediate attention. “NO!� She screamed it this time, threw her arms up and tried to push away.

It didn’t matter.

“Enough,� Stone said, taking her hips in hand. His feet touched Stu’s as he sought leverage, leaned down and then back up, trying to find just the right approach.

“Sorry, bro,� he muttered as his cock drove against Stu’s.

“No problem,� Stu said, hands on Ella’s shoulders as he held her still for Stone. “Get it up in there, fuck that ass.�

*

She had never been this full, not even when Roscoe had his horse cock shoved all the way inside her. Unbearable pressure, like a massive shit, in her ass was counterbalanced by full infiltration of her vagina. The two of them held her there, perfectly still, alternately flexing their cocks inside her.

“Yeah, baby,� Stone whispered. “How does it go? ‘You ain’t gonna shit right for a month?’�

Stu laughed forcefully in her face.

“Ok, I’m gonna start first, get that ass nice and lubed up, then we can start see-sawing,� Stone said. Stu nodded agreement.

Ella felt the massive cock in her ass begin moving; her anus was decidedly uncomfortable, it felt like she was being split in half. She thought she could feel one cock, as it slid back and forth, rubbing against the other through the thin membrane separating the two.

“Please stop,� she whispered again.

It didn’t matter.

Stu started moving then, in counterstroke to Stone. It was as if they had rehearsed it, done this a thousand times. Stone would drive his length all the way home while Stu pulled back; as Stu plowed in, Stone would lurch back, get ready to lunge back up in again. Over and over they did this, ripping Ella’s colon and cunt raw.

“That’s it bitch,� Stone said, hammering it home. “Take it.�

Stu was quiet, only grunting in time with each thrust.

Ella felt like they were jacking off with her body, masturbating themselves simultaneously into her holes.

Stone reached around, put his hands under her breasts and pushed them up out of the water. “Always had big fuckin’ titties,� he commented, the heft of them filling his hands. “God damn these fuckers are huge.�

“Hell yeah,� Stu said, “fuckin’ cow tits. Mmmooooooo!�

They both laughed, joined in by the spectators. Ella felt the shame and humiliation wash over her, the heat burning her shoulders and neck. She could barely breath, pulling in air in great gasps and sobs.

Stone ran his hands up, around and above the swell of her breasts and took hold, pulling her down. He was using them for control, pulling her body down in opposition to his thrusting pelvis.

Stu reached out, seized both nipples and mashed them forcefully between his thumb and forefingers.

‘Stop,’ Ella thought to herself; her nipples couldn’t take this punishment. Stu was pulling them, they didn’t go that far, they were attached to her breasts and couldn’t reach�

“Ggaaiillllrrrrr,� she grunted.

It didn’t matter.

Stu and Stone looked at each other a moment and nodded, reaching an unspoken agreement.

“Whatever it takes,� Stone said. “I’m ‘bout to pop right now.�

Stu again just nodded.

“Stu and I always talked about this,� Stone whispered urgently in her ear. “Never thought we’d get to do it.� He started pumping faster, pressing, needy. “Oh yeah, let’s fuckin’ DO this.�

“Fuck yeah,� Stu hissed. He looked up, grabbed Ella by the shoulders and slammed his cock up. “FUCK!� he cried out, shuddering.

She felt it then, the surge of semen into both holes, the sense of terrible fullness aggravated by twin loads of searing jism flooding deep inside her.

She was… a receptacle, nothing more: a place for dicks to settle in for a time, a place where cocks came to unload.

A place where she just... didn’t... matter...

*

Stu and Stone pulled away, going underwater and swimming out to the deep end. Ella put her hands over her eyes; her body shook as she fought back the tears. Finally, she summoned enough courage to head towards the steps.

Roscoe.

Roscoe sat, blocking her exit, one arm to the side. She looked down and saw what looked like a large purple knob suspended above the water’s surface.

‘Oh my fucking God,’ she thought, ‘that can’t be…’

Roscoe grinned. “Hey Ella, remember? We had us a good time, huh?�

Ella faltered, tripped over her own foot. If she had been on land, she would have fallen face first, but here in the water she was able to collect herself.

Roscoe’s face suddenly went stern. “I like you. Now, come here,� he said, punctuating his words with wicked flicks of his cock.

A Mexican standoff: Roscoe sitting comfortably, obviously expecting her to come over and pay a little lip service; Ella stooped low in the water, her breasts floating up under her chin, just as obviously not ready to move an inch from her current position.

Ella felt eyes boring into her back. She turned and saw Stu and Stone in the deep end blandly staring her way. Dave was walking towards the house, flipping an empty beer can back and forth between his hands. The house: upstairs, the second floor window…

Jenny. She had the window open�the same window Stone had been watching from, back on the day Dave had taken her in this very yard�and leaned on the frame casually. She didn’t say anything, just sat there watching.

Eventually, someone had to break the silence.


“Hey bitch, get your ass over there,� Ella heard from way up high. It was Jenny who had finally spoken. “He ain’t got all day.�

Derisive laughter filled the air as they all piled on, laughing and joking at Ella’s expense. She felt the thick discharge oozing from her cunt and ass.

What was another hole, plus or minus?

Broken, she slowly moved towards the steps, crying for the first time all day.

*

“That’s it, go on over. Sluts like you are all the same. At least you know your place,� Jenny added sarcastically, “numb, dumb, and full of cum.�

Ella heard more laughter; felt more stares; knew lower depths of shame and humiliation.

She finally got to the steps. Roscoe sat, his cock hovering angrily just above the waters surface, a purple-headed cobra ready to strike. Ella went to her knees on the steps, moving in closer. Smiling, Roscoe reached out his arm, put his hand firmly on top of her head and pulled forward while pushing down.

“Heard you suck a mean dick,� he said thickly, squeezing her head between his fingers. His cock waved stubbornly in her face.

Ella glanced up quickly before shutting her eyes.

‘Say it with me,’ the voice whispered in her head.

She closed her lips around the bulbous head. A burst of pre-cum filled her mouth.

‘Say it,’ the voice urged again, ‘I’m a slut.’

“I’m…� Ella mumbled around the cock. Water splashed her face.

“What?� Roscoe asked, pushing her face down.

Ella felt the veiny, rigid cock sliding between her lips.

‘I’m a slut,’ the voice said, ‘say it.’

“…slut…� she managed around the cock, her mouth full of hot pulsating fuckmeat. The indignity of Roscoe’s cock imbedded in her throat was inescapable. His hand moved her head up and down, pausing at the bottom but not at the top, where he immediately shoved her face down again.

Basically, Roscoe was masturbating with her face.

Sticky pre-cum spurted sporadically in her mouth; she felt his hand more insistent, moving her face inexorably up and down.

‘Hurry,’ the voice whispered, ‘he’s about to cum.’

Ella stopped at the top and rolled her eyes up, staring into Roscoe’s.

“I’m… a… sl-sl-slut…� Stark shame, on a level she had never known, washed over her when she said those three words. “I’m a slut,� she repeated, as she opened her mouth and willingly took in nearly all of Roscoe’s thick meaty cock.

He erupted almost instantly, forceful jets of hot semen flooding her mouth and bulging her cheeks. His hand closed on the back of her head, held it firmly in place as his relentless outburst continued.

His cock continued twitching for some time.

*

Finished, Roscoe crawled off of the steps and out of the pool, arranging his swim trunks as he walked away.

Drained, Ella sat on the steps, the bitter taste of semen fresh in her mouth. She heard wet feet on the pavement and looked up.

Dave was striding purposely in her direction, a menacing look plastered on his face.

Ella had a feeling this wasn’t going to go well…

*

A single tear trickled down Ella’s cheek. Dr. Samuels leaned forward in her seat.

“What is it? What are you thinking of, right at this moment? What happened in the dream?� It was more questions than Dr. Samuels had ever thrown at a patient at one time. She sensed something, wanted desperately to explore the emptiness that had so unexpectedly taken over Ella’s demeanor. Ella had smiled, even laughed, only minutes before, but now she was withdrawn and subdued.

Ella brushed the tear away. “I’m… I’m fine…� she muttered unconvincingly. She looked up, tried to gather herself. ‘Tomorrow. I can make it until tomorrow.’ She spoke again, “Really, I’m ok.�

“Are you sure? I can cancel my next appointment, Ella. This could be very important�“

“Nonsense. I’m going to be just fine.� She thought of the next day, of the big pre-wedding bash. She managed another small smile, but this one was different. It was grim, determined. She had some unfinished business to attend to, some wrongs to make right. She was due for a little retribution. ‘Tomorrow I’ll be a-fucking-okay.’

She hoped she was right.

She couldn’t take many more of these nightmares…


(Conclusion to follow)