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Thomas 24 [mf, teen, rape, nc, sm, heavy, bond, gr
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
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-- Chapter Twenty-Four
As Debbie ran to the door, she saw Rodger out of the corner of her
eye. She was closer to the door than him. "I'm gonna make it," she
thought. But before she could reach the door, something struck her
head from behind.
The force of the blow caused her to stumble, and bang into the door,
head first. She crumbled to the floor, defeated. She glanced up to
see Rodger pick up the broom.
He walked toward her, slowly. He undid the handle of the broom and
threw the brush across the room. He held his knife out before him as
he drew closer to where she lay.
"Looks like you struck out, that time," he said softly.
Debbie lay there, paralysed. All she could see was the blade he
held out to her. Her heart felt as if it would jump out of her throat.
"Please Rodger. Don't. You can't really want to do that to me,"
she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want. You want me to suck you off?
I'll do it. I'll do both of you. But please put the knife away."
"I dunno. You said you'd do Dale and look at him. Why should I
believe you?" he said as he touched her cheek with the blade.
Debbie flinched at the contact. She tried to move away, but she was
already pressed against the door.
"Cut the fucking bitch," Dale called out. "She tried to break my
balls. Comon, Rodge, cut her. Cut her good."
Rodger laughed as he watched Dale try to get up off the floor,
clutching his groin.
"I thought you didn't like to play rough," he teased Dale.
"Fuck, she tried to kill me. Anyone knows you can kill a guy like
that, when he's got a hard-on."
"Please," she pleaded. "I'll do you both. Just don't kill me.
Give me another chance Rodger, and I'll do whatever you want me to."
Debbie slowly moved her hands to his crotch. She raised herself to
her knees and trying to avoid the knife, pressed her face against the
bulge in his pants.
"I told you she'd beg us to let her take care of us, didn't I?"
Rodger asked Dale. He reached out and gently stroked her hair.
Encouraged by that, Debbie started to unbuckle Rodger's belt.
"That's a good girl," he said. "Remove it and hand it to me."
Debbie looked up at him, confused.
"Take my belt off, and hand it to me. And hurry up, before I decide
to carve my initials in your forehead."
Rodger pressed the point of the knife against her head. Debbie
pulled the belt free and held it out to him.
"Dale. Get me that bag over by the pole. Time to bring out the
toys."
Debbie watched Dale hurry to where Rodger had indicated. She
wondered why she hadn't notice the bag before. And a chill ran through
her as she also wondered what Rodger meant by toys.
Taking the bag from Dale, Rodger ordered her to stand. He reached
out and gently ran his fingers across her breasts. He placed his
fingers on her lips, forcing them apart. He placed one finger deep in
her opened mouth and stared at her.
Debbie wasn't exactly sure what to do. She felt his finger lightly
scratch her tongue. She closed her mouth gently on his finger, and
started to suck it.
"Ah, now that's gentle. Maybe you do know how. But you've been
really bad. I think you need to be punished, don't you?"
Debbie tried to reply, but Rodger simply forced his finger deeper
down her throat.
"Now you do have a choice. I can simply slice your fucking tits
off, first. Or you can accept your punishment."
Debbie tried to say something. Rodger removed his hand from her
mouth. Before she could answer, he drew the knife lightly down one of
her breasts. She stared at the thin red line it left in its wake.
Tears came to her eyes, as the pain burned.
"Please Rodger. I said I'd do anything you wanted. You want to
fuck me? I'll let you. I'll fuck both of you. I'll suck one of you
off while the other fucks me. Anything you want, Rodger. Just don't
hurt me any more."
"But you need to be punished. And you want to be punished, don't
you?" He ran the point of the blade around one of her nipples.
"Yes! Yes, anything. Please, no more."
"Good, I knew you'd want it. Pick up the belt. And kiss it. Yeah,
like that. Now take this sock and stick it in your mouth."
Seeing her hesitate, he threatened her with the blade. Debbie
stuffed the sock into her mouth. Rodger took a roll of duct tape from
the bag. He cut off a strip and placed it across her mouth. Debbie's
eyes widened in fear.
"Turn around," he ordered. "And place your hands behind you. Yeah,
that's it."
He grabbed her wrists and wrapped them tightly together with the
tape. Debbie struggled against the tape but couldn't free her hands.
She felt his hands caress her buttocks and she froze.
He turned her around to face him. He again reached into the bag and
drew something out. Debbie didn't recognize it immediately. But when
he held it up in front of her, she saw that it was a dog's choker
chain. Rodger slowly looped the chain through one of the metal rings.
Debbie started to edge away from him. She wasn't sure what it was he
intended to do. But she was sure she didn't want any part of it.
"Stand still!" he ordered. He reached out and grabbed her by her
hair. He pulled her to him and forced the chain down over her head,
pulling it tight around her neck.
Debbie struggled at first but soon realized that she was only
causing the chain to tighten. As it cut into her neck, she gave up.
Rodger pulled her toward the pole in the center of the room. She had
no choice but to follow.
He reached up into the rafters overhead, and pulled down a rope.
Threading it through the other metal ring, he tied it. The chain had
just enough slack around her neck not to choke her. But she realized
if she tried to move at all, the chain cut into her skin.
Rodger stood back and admired his handiwork. He moved closer to her
and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Debbie shrank from his
touch, but in doing so, the chain around her neck tightened. She moved
to relax the tension on the chain, but ended up pressing her tits
against him.
He bit down hard on her tit. Debbie jumped back in pain. The chain
again cut into her neck, cutting into her windpipe. She struggled for
breath, as she again moved to ease the tightness of the chain.
Rodger watched all this with an amused look on his face. He went
and retrieved the broom handle. Returning, he slammed it down on the
toes of her left foot. Startled, she lifted her foot in pain. As she
hopped on one foot, he swung the handle, slamming it against the ankle
of her right foot.
Pain shot up her leg, as she was knocked off her feet completely.
She dangled from the rope above, the chain digging deep into her neck,
cutting off her air. Her legs flailed wildly, trying to gain purchase
beneath her. The room seemed to darken, as her lungs fought for air.
She felt weak, once her feet were again firmly beneath her. It took
all her strength to keep from sagging, but the biting chain forced her
to stand up straight. Her breathing was laboured, as she stared at
Rodger in terror.
"Now you know your limitations," Rodger said softly. "And now we
can begin your punishment."
He picked up his belt and handed it to Dale.
"What am I suppose to do with this?" Dale asked.
"Whip her with it. Punish her," Rodger replied.
"Gee, I dunno," Dale said.
"You were the one who wanted me to cut her just a few minutes ago?
You were the one she kicked in the balls. I guess you like some bitch
beating the shit out of you, huh?"
"Comon Rodge. This is getting out of hand. Okay, maybe I was
pissed before. But don't you think we've hurt her enough. Fuck, she
almost hung herself."
"Whip the fucking bitch, or I will cut her fucking tits off," Rodger
snarled. He whipped out his knife and made a slashing motion.
"Christ Rodger. You can't do that. I'm getting the fuck out of
here."
"And after I cut her tits off, I'll finish the job she started and
cut your balls off. Now whip the cunt."
Rodger swung the broom handle catching Dale across his back. He
then turned and pressed the knife against Debbie's neck.
"I'll kill the bitch. And it'll be your fault. Is that what you
want?" Rodger screamed at Dale. "Do what I say, or she's dead. And
then I'll kill you, too."
"You're fucking crazy," Dale said as he stared wide-eyed at Rodger.
He realized he had little choice but to do what Rodger demanded. "Get
the fuck out of the way, unless you want me to whip you too." Dale
grabbed the belt by the buckle and raised his arm to strike.
Rodger smiled as if challenging him to try. But he moved away
slowly. Dale swung the belt, striking Debbie across her left arm. She
tried to scream as the pain shot through her, but the gag in her mouth
muffled any sound she made.
"Harder," Rodger said. "Hit her tits."
Dale again swung the belt, slashing her breasts.
"Harder" Rodger said, so low, it was almost a whisper. "And
faster."
Dale glance sideways at Rodger. Rodger stood as if in a daze. Dale
raised the belt, and thought about striking Rodger instead.
"Go on, try it. If you think you can do more damage with that belt
than I can with the knife. But you'll only get one chance to prove
it."
Feeling frustrated, Dale swung the belt at Debbie. He continued to
whip her until he thought his arm would fall off.
"Now you're getting the hang of it. Look at those welts. God,
they're beautiful. Here give me that belt. And stand over there where
I can see you."
Dale handed him the belt and moved back. Rodger wrapped the free
end of the belt tightly around his hand. He lashed out and caught
Debbie's breasts with the buckle. Her body jerked in pain as the chain
around her neck tightened.
"Christ, Rodger," Dale protested. "Not with the buckle. You're
cutting her to pieces."
"Open your legs wider, slut," Rodger ordered Debbie. He swung the
belt hard between her legs, causing her to raise up on her toes as the
belt slammed against her exposed vagina.
"Comon Rodge. That's enough. Shit, she'll be in no shape to fuck
us if you keep that up," Dale said, trying to think of some way to get
him to stop beating the poor girl.
"Ah, now you wanna fuck her? I thought you were too chicken shit."
"Hey you promised me I'd lose my charry tonight. But if you keep
doing that, she ain't gonna have a cunt left for us to fuck."
"Maybe you're right. I'm so fucking hard. If I don't get off soon,
I'll explode. Wonder if she's been punished enough though. What do
you think, slut? Think you're ready to show us how sorry you are?"
Debbie shook her head frantically in agreement.
Rodger reached out, and pulled the tape from her mouth. Debbie
winced as the tape ripped her skin. He pulled out the now wet sock
from her mouth, and threw it on the floor.
He leaned closer, and brushed his lips against hers. His hands
grabbed her breasts, and kneaded them roughly. Debbie involuntarily
moved away from him. He squeezed her breasts harder, and pulled her
back to him.
"Maybe you still need to be punished," he said, as he grabbed a
nipple and twisted.
Debbie squirmed as the pain shot through her. But at least it
wasn't as bad as the belt had been.
"No! Please Rodger, I'm really sorry. Let me suck you, and I'll
show you just how sorry I am. I'll fuck you too. Please don't hurt me
any more. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Please?"
Rodger turned Dale. "See, I told you she'd be begging us to fuck
the shit out of her. All it takes to get sluts like her hot, is a
little roughing up."
Turning back to Debbie, he again brushed his lips against her.
"Show me," he said through parted lips.
"Let me down from here, and I'll do you good, I promise, " Debbie
pleaded.
"Not just yet. First, you gotta show me there's a reason to," he
whispered as he ran his tongue over her lips.
Debbie opened her mouth wide to take his tongue. Rodger's tongue
retreated. Debbie leaned forward until her mouth touched his. She
sucked on his lips, her tongue licking teasingly.
Rodger allowed her tongue to slip between his closed lips. He bit
down hard on it as he again twisted the nipple captured between his
fingers. His free hand reached behind her and pinched her buttocks.
Debbie gasped as pain flooded her body. But she knew if she stopped
kissing him, he would only hurt her more. She smashed her mouth
against him. Her body pressed against him, and she rubbed her vagina
against his thigh.
Rodger moved back, forcing her to follow. Debbie continued to press
against him, until the chain around her neck started to tighten.
Rodger noticed her difficulty, and again moved away from her. Debbie
hesitated. If she tried to follow him she would choke herself.
"Guess you really weren't as sorry as you thought," he chuckled.
"Maybe you need the belt again."
With the mention of the belt, Debbie threw herself against him,
ignoring the chain cutting into her windpipe. She rubbed herself
against him shamelessly as she sucked hard on his mouth. Unable to
breathe, she felt herself becoming light headed.
"Hey, don't hog her all to yourself," Dale said, as he stepped
behind Debbie. "I want some of this too." He wrapped his arms around
her, his hands cupping her breasts gently, and pulled her to him.
Gratefully, Debbie collapsed against him, as the chain loosened
around her neck. She turned her head and kissed him. He returned her
kiss timidly, his hands gently caressing her breasts. Debbie twisted
in his arms until she faced him.
She forced her tongue deep into his mouth as she pressed her body
against him. She felt him harden in response, and tried to trap his
shaft between her thighs.
Dale moved his hands to capture her breasts. He caught one nipple
between his fingers and gently teased it. Rodger was irritated by the
way Dale seemed to have taken over. And the fucking slut really seemed
to like it, too. He angrily reached up and untied the chain. Pulling
the chain tight around her neck, he forced her to her knees.
"Let's see how good you suck cocks, slut," Rodger growled as he
pushed her head against Dale's erect shaft.
Debbie moved to take the throbbing rod in her mouth.
"First show him how you're sorry you kicked him in the balls,
bitch," Rodger commanded as he jerked hard on the chain.
Debbie winced as the chain again bit into her throat. But she
didn't hesitate as she lowered her face, and gently licked Dale's
testicles. Her tongue stroked the twin sacks. Her lips gently
caressed the taunt skin. She opened her lips wider to take one into
her mouth. Gently, she sucked upon it as her tongue continued to tease
it. She moved to take the other, as her face rested against his thigh.
Again the chain cut into her, as Rodger said, "Okay, now suck his
cock."
Debbie took the tip of Dale's shaft into her mouth. She twirled her
tongue around the burning skin, as she sucked hard. A hand pushed her
down on the shaft, until she felt it hitting against the back of her
throat.
"Comon, suck it. He's hot enough. Just make him come," Rodger said
as he pushed her head back and forth.
Debbie worked frantically, as her mouth moved up and down on Dale's
shaft. Dale thrusted deep in her mouth, his hips moving in rhythm to
her movements. She felt him falter, and then her mouth was flooded
with his hot fluids. He thrusted harder as he tried to coax the last
bit of pleasure from her mouth.
Debbie continue to suck on the shaft pistoning in and out of her
mouth. She had to swallow often as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot
into her mouth.
"My God," Dale moaned. "She's swallowing it. She's fucking
swallowing my cum."
Rodger laughed. "I told you she'd do it. But you ain't seen nothing
yet. Hurry up, will you? I want a turn at that mouth."
Reluctantly, Dale withdrew his now softening penis from her mouth.
He reached down and gently caressed her cheek. Debbie rubbed her face
against his hand, trying to thank him for being gentle.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 24 - by T. F. Yank
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