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Thomas 25 [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-Five
"Now me, slut," Rodger said as he jerked the chain around her neck.
Debbie scrambled to turn around. She moved to capture Rodger's
enormous penis with her mouth.
"First my balls, bitch. Like you did him," Rodger ordered as he
pulled hard on the chain.
Debbie lowered her mouth to his testicles. She used her tongue to
wash them, and then took one into her mouth.
"Both of them, suck them both," Rodger demanded, pulling the chain
tighter.
She struggled to take both of them at the same time. They were
large, and she wasn't successful.
"I said both, damn it. Do I have to tell you everything twice?"
Rodger pulled the chain higher, causing Debbie to raise off her knees.
She forced her mouth back to his balls. Straining her mouth as wide as
she could, she again tried to swallow his testicles. Finally, she
managed to take them both into her mouth.
"That's it. Now suck them. And gently. If you hurt me, you'll be
sorry."
Debbie did as she was told. Gently, she sucked on the large mass in
her mouth, her tongue gently licking the hairy skin.
Rodger grabbed her hair and pushed her face from his balls.
Grabbing his cock in one hand, he guided it to her mouth.
"Now suck me off. And you better do it good, too," he said, shoving
his shaft hard into her mouth.
Debbie felt her mouth being stretched wide as he rammed his enormous
penis down her throat. She thought she would gag on it, it was so big.
Rodger grabbed her head and moved it up and down his cock.
"Suck it, bitch. Comon, show me how much you want it," Rodger
ordered as he thrusted deeper into her mouth.
Debbie tried to match his movements. Rodger continued to jerk the
chain as he said, "Harder. Faster. Suck it good, bitch."
Debbie tried to relax her throat. She never knew anyone as big as
he was. And he seemed to get larger as he continued to pump against
her mouth. She felt him stiffen and prepared herself for his climax.
Instead of cumming in her mouth, Rodger pulled his cock out. He
grabbed her hair with one hand, as his other wrapped around his
throbbing member.
"Open your fucking mouth, bitch! And stick out your tongue. More!
Stick it out more. Yeah like that."
Looking up into his face, Debbie watched as he turned red. His eyes
squeezed closed, his teeth clenched tightly. The muscles in his neck
were like steel cords as he pumped his cock madly.
"Shit," he rasped between his clenched teeth, Debbie watched his
testicles contract. Like an explosion from the mouth of a cannon, the
first glob of his cum shot across the short space between them,
catching Debbie on the nose.
Debbie watched his hand move faster up and down his shaft, as spurt
after spurt of hot cum continued to fly at her. She tried to catch
each spurt in her mouth. Some hit her nose and cheeks. Others flew
into her waiting mouth. She had never known anyone to have so much
cum.
Rodger pulled her face closer, once again jamming his cock into her
mouth. He pressed his shaft further into her mouth, until her nose was
pressed tight against his stomach. Grabbing her head with both hands,
he continued to pump deep in her mouth.
"Suck me, baby. Deep throat me. God, your mouth feels good,"
Rodger moaned as his movements finally slowed. Debbie felt like a
tossed doll as he continued to slam her head back and forth. He, at
last, pulled her face from his crotch.
She was amazed to see him still fully erect. Every other guy she
had known usually lost their erections after she had finished sucking
them off. But Rodger looked like he was ready to go again.
Rodger lifted her chin so she stared up into his face. His eyes
were glazed and distant. Debbie shuddered when she saw his mouth break
into an evil smile. He reached out and smeared the globs of cum on her
face. He worked it up and over her eyes. He spread it across her
cheeks and even up into her nostrils.
She could feel it tighten on her skin as it quickly dried. She felt
dirty, soiled, but didn't dare try to turn her face away from him.
Rodger wiped his hands on her hair. He grabbed a handful, and used it
to wipe his cock clean.
"Not bad," he said. "Next time, use a little more tongue. And suck
harder. But like I said, not bad."
"Guess we can let her go now, can't we, Rodger?" Dale said. "She
sucked us off good, just like you said she would."
"Let her go? Are you fucking crazy?" Rodger replied. "Fuck no! We
ain't got you laid yet."
"Gee, I dunno, Rodge. She sucked me dry. I don't think I'll be
able to get it up for at least a week. Why don't we just let her go."
"Don't worry. I'm sure Debbie would be more than happy to get you
hard again. Wouldn't you, Debbie?" Rodger said as he reached for the
chain hanging loosely from her neck.
Debbie scrambled away from him. "Yes. Yes, I wanna to suck him
again," she said as she crawled on her knees to Dale. Anything, just
as long as he doesn't hurt me again, she thought.
Rodger laughed watching her try to capture Dale's limp prick in her
mouth. "I told you she loved to suck cocks. But let's do this right,"
he said grabbing the chain, and pulling Debbie away. "Lie down on the
floor," he said to Dale. "And you kneel between his legs," he told
Debbie.
Dale laid down, and Debbie crawled in between his spread legs.
Rodger pushed her head down into Dale's crotch.
"Now, let's see how fast you can get him up. If you take too long,
I may have to use the belt on this sweet ass," Rodger said as he ran
his hand over her buttocks.
Debbie took Dale's limp penis in her mouth and started sucking it.
Her tongue licked the salty tasting tip, and she gently raked his shaft
with her teeth. She heard Rodger move away from them, and felt herself
relax a bit. She knew that somehow she had to get Dale hard again.
She didn't even think about what Rodger would do to her, if she didn't.
She was concentrating hard on reviving the limp penis in her mouth.
She didn't realize that Rodger had returned until she felt his hand on
her buttocks.
"God, you've got a fucking beautiful ass," he whispered as he
stroked her firm skin. His fingers massaged her buttocks, every once
in awhile pinching the tender bottom. The resultant pain caused her to
squirmed, but she didn't stop her sucking.
Rodger started slapping her, each blow landing just a little harder
than the last one. Debbie, her mouth stuffed with Dale's slowly
hardening penis, whimpered in pain. Rodger moved his slaps lower,
catching her tender upper thighs. Debbie tried to avoid the pain by
opening her legs wider.
This only excited Rodger more. Now he could pinched the tender skin
of her inner thighs hard between slaps. His other hand went to her
vagina, spreading it wide. His fingers poked and probed her hole.
Despite the pain and discomfort, Debbie found herself responding to
his touch. She felt shame as her vagina grew moist. "He's gonna rape
the shit out of me in a minute. And here I'm getting all excited," she
thought, horrified.
"All this gentle shit is turning you on, ain't it?" Rodger chuckled.
"I knew you'd like it rough. Now, how you doing with Dale?"
"She's got me hard again. But I don't think I can cum," Dale said
quickly.
"Don't worry about that," Rodger said. "Once your cock is buried in
her hot cunt, you'll have all you can do not to cum. But I still have
something I wanna do first. So you just lie there, and enjoy the
slut's mouth for another couple of minutes."
Rodger stood over Debbie, and grabbed her arms. She started to
straighten up, allowing Dale's penis to fall from her mouth.
"Get your fucking mouth back on that cock, bitch," Rodger said as he
pushed her face back in Dale's crotch.
She felt him loop a rope around her arms just above the elbows,
forcing her arms together. The pain it caused in her shoulders was
unbearable. She cried out in pain.
"What the fuck are you doing to her?" Dale asked.
"Don't worry. I'm not doing anything that will kill her. Not just
yet," he added with a chuckle. "Just want to wrap her up bit. Kinda
like a present. Yeah, that's it. A present."
He pulled the two ends of the rope through the ring on the chain
around her neck. He then looped the rope around her bound wrists. He
pulled the rope tight, causing the chain to tighten around her neck.
Taking one of the rope ends, he looped it around her ankle, and then
under the bottom of her foot. He tied it with a double knot so it
wouldn't come loose. He did the same with the other end to her other
ankle and foot. He then adjusted the rope, removing any slack, and
knotted it again.
Debbie quickly realized she couldn't stand or lie out straight. If
she tried to easy the pressure on her arms or straighten her legs, the
chain bit into her neck. The muscles in her stomach and thighs
screamed as she tried to balance herself. If she tucked her knees
under her, she was able to ease the pull against the chain.
Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he compared Debbie's bound
form to his memory of his favorite picture. He wished he had a bar to
force her legs wider apart. And some nipple clamps. But considering
the short notice, he was happy with what he had worked out.
He bent over and picked up the broom handle. He rubbed it against
her inner thighs and enjoyed the way her ass wiggled at its touch.
"Get that ass up high. Higher," he ordered as he slapped the handle up
between her legs, striking her vagina.
Debbie raised her buttocks as high as she could. In this position,
her face pressed hard against Dale's groin.
The handle again smashed into her exposed vagina, as Rodger said,
"Comon, move that mouth on that cock. No one said you could take a
break."
Debbie moved her head rapidly up and down. Anything to avoid being
hit again between her legs. The chain tightened and released around
her neck as her head moved. Her legs hurt. Her arms were becoming
numb as the rope cut off her circulation. And her knees ached from
kneeling on the hard floor.
"Let's see if she's ready yet," Rodger said as he knelt behind her.
He ran his fingers alone her vagina. "Shit, you're dry as hell. Guess
we'll just have to prime the pump a bit," he said with vicious chuckle.
He located her clitoris with his fingers. He rubbed it lightly. He
caught it between his finger tips, and moved it back and forth. His
other hand teased her opening until at last he again felt her getting
moist.
"Now, that's more like it. Maybe you just need a little more
priming." Rodger picked up the handle and placed the tip against her
opening. Slowly he pushed it in as his fingers continue to play with
her enlarged clit.
Debbie lifted her head to protest when she felt the cold wood
against her. Instead, she screamed as the handle was pushed deeper
between her legs. A hot searing pain shot through her groin as she
felt something tear. She tried to pull away from the probing handle,
but only tightened the chain around her neck.
Rodger jammed the handle in deeper as he pulled hard on the rope
above her elbows. The chain around her throat tightened.
"Get back on that cock, bitch," he snarled.
Tears filled her eyes, as Debbie pleaded, "Take it out. Please
Rodger, it hurts so bad. Please take it out."
Intending to hit her with it, Rodger pulled the handle from her
vagina. He saw traces of blood on the end. "Fucking cunt's a virgin,"
he thought. The fact that she hadn't told him that, angered him even
more. He stood and brought the handle down hard, striking her hip.
The force of the blow knocked her sideways. She sprawled on her
back, her legs twisting, causing the ropes to be pulled taunt. The
chain cut into her neck, breaking the skin. She tried to turn on her
side so she could pull her legs up.
Rodger speared her vagina with the handle, pinning her. He watched
as she struggled to breathe. He kicked her legs under her, and pressed
the handle further in her vagina.
"Fuck it bitch. Let's see you move those hips," he said as he
pulled the handle part way out.
Debbie arched her back as she moved her feet tight against her
buttocks. Lifting her head, she was able to pull the rope so it
allowed some slack in the chain. Again she was able to breathe.
Looking up at Rodger in terror, she pleaded, "Please don't. It
hurts. It hurts real bad."
"You should have told me you were still a fucking cherry. I could
have been your first. You fucking lied to me."
"I didn't lie to you. Really I didn't. You never asked me. Please
Rodger, no more. I can't . . ."
"Shut the fuck up, you fucking slut," he screamed at her. "You
begged me to fuck you. Virgins don't do stuff like that. You made me
believe you'd done this before. You knew I was gonna have Dale fuck
you first. You did it to spite me, so I wouldn't get your cherry."
He yanked the handle from between her legs, and started beating her
with it. Debbie rolled over on to her side and tried to roll into a
ball. The handle slammed down on her again and again.
"Stop it Rodger. You gonna kill her," Dale called out as he tried
to get to his feet.
Rodger turned, and swung the handle at Dale. It caught him across
the back, knocking him to the floor.
"So you want to fuck Dale, do you? Okay. Get over there," Rodger
said. He prodded her with the handle until she scrambled to where Dale
lay. "Climb on that cock, and fuck him," Rodger ordered, striking her
legs.
Debbie rolled herself on top of Dale. She straddled his hips.
Bending low at the waist so as not pull too hard on the rope, she
managed to position herself over his penis. Dale's penis had lost it's
hardness, and laid lifeless beneath her. She rubbed her vagina against
it, hoping to revive it.
"I said fuck him, bitch," Rodger screamed as he struck her buttocks
with the handle.
Debbie lurched forward with the blow. The chain cut into her neck
as she struggled desperately to right herself.
"Please," she pleaded with Dale. "Help me. Please. Stick it in."
Dale took his limp penis in his hand and tried to stuff it into her
opening.
"Yes. Yes, that's it," she sobbed as she felt his penis enter her
hurting vagina. She spread her legs wider, trying to make the entry as
easy as possible.
Again the handle slammed against her buttocks. She fell forward, as
Dale's penis slipped out.
"I said fuck him, bitch. Or would you rather fuck my knife?" Rodger
said, in a cold voice.
Debbie again straightened. Her eyes pleaded with Dale to help. He
grabbed his penis, and shoved it back in her vagina. He held it there
as he lifted his hips. With a look of gratitude, Debbie started to
raise and lowered her hips. Her efforts were rewarded as she felt his
penis stiffen.
Tears streaming down her face, Debbie continue to ride Dale's shaft.
Each thrust in her, caused a searing pain. Her throat burned from
where the chain had cut into her skin.
Her arms and legs screamed in protest from abuse. Her hip was also
starting to hurt pretty bad where Rodger had beaten her with the broom
handle. And she felt a stabbing pain in her side, every time she tried
to take a deep breath.
Nothing could be worse than what Rodger had already done to her.
But she didn't dare stop. She knew now that he really was crazy. She
hoped he wouldn't kill her. But she was afraid if she upset him any
more, he would.
Dale saw the fear and pain reflected in Debbie's face. He wished
there was something he could do to help her. Something he could to
stop Rodger. He wished he wasn't such a coward. But he knew he was no
match for Rodger.
Dale reached up, and wiped the tears from Debbie's face. He lifted
his head, and gently kissed her. She rested her head on his, trying to
reduce the strain on her back and legs. Dale moved his hands to
support her torso, to help some.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 25 - by T. F. Yank
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