“Harder!” She said, sounding quite exasperated now, “Come on,
don’t be frightened, I want you to do it!”

“Alright,” I thought, “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it!” Screwing my fist into a tight ball I punched her squarely in her face, making
her stagger backwards and causing a trickle of blood to start running
out of her nose. At the time I thought that would shut her up so I
could get on with some serious fucking, but it was only the start!

“That’s better,” She smiled as she licked the blood off her upper
lip, “Now hit me really hard!” As she spoke the last words I noticed
her hand settled on her pubic mound and the middle finger explore between her thighs.

She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me several
inches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose.
“Isn’t that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what you
are to me.”

The benches around the pit were starting to fill up with men and
women eager to watch as two fighters battled it out to the
death. Trask, the pit master, took the list of fighters for the
evening from his assistant and looked it over. It contained
five names, not even enough for three bouts.

Trask shook his head sadly. It was getting increasingly
difficult to find fighters for the pit. The masters of slaves
who made up the bulk of the pit fighters were becoming less
willing to send their valuable property into the pit, knowing
that they stood a good chance of losing their investment. It
was nearly unheard of for a Freeman to fight in the pits, since
the fights were always to the death.

He was considering a free-for-all, which meant a very short
program, when a tall figure wearing a red cloak walked up to
him. Trask saw that it was a woman, and hoped that she was the
mistress of a slave who would fill out a three bout card. “Can
I help you?” he asked.

“Yes, if you are the person who runs this fighting pit. I want
to enter one of the bouts tonight. Do you have an opening?”

“Yes, there is room for another fighter,” replied Trask. “Where
is the fighter you wish to enter?”

“You don’t understand,” said the woman. “I am the one who will
fight.”

“Impossible. There are no other women on the program I could
match you against.”

“That is just as well,” she said with a smile. “I never fight
women unless it is two or three against me.” She withdrew a
purse from under the cloak and tossed it to him. “There is
sufficient cash there for my entry fee, with enough left over
for a wager. I’ll trust you to get the best odds you can for
me.”

“Very well, if you insist on fighting. I hate to take your
money, though.” Trask picked up his pen and asked, “What is
your name?”

“Tanya,” she replied. “When do I fight?”

“That depends. What is your weapon of choice? I’ll try to
match you to someone favoring a similar weapon.”

“I prefer no weapon,” said Tanya.

“Then you will fight Auric, last on the card. He is the only
other fighter who wishes to use no weapon.”

Tanya nodded and walked to the preparation area. Trask weighed
the purse and shook his head. “Pity to wager this and lose,” he
thought. “Why should I bet this when Auric’s certain to beat
her?” Trask had seen Auric fight before. He was a huge man
with many scars all over his body. Trask thought of the woman
and didn’t give her a chance. “I’ll just keep the money. She’ll
never know the difference, since she’ll be dead.” Trask slipped
the purse into a pocket in his cloak.

The first two matches didn’t generate much enthusiasm from the
crowd, nor much wagering. The first one featured a huge
northern barbarian named Olav. Olav had long yellow hair
hanging in a braid down his back. His opponent was a slim,
swarthy man named Paz. They fought with knives. Olav’s size
was a disadvantage in a knife fight against a skilled opponent.
Paz used his speed and artistry with a knife to continuously get
under Olav’s guard and deliver damaging cuts to the big man’s
body, weakening him. Paz received a few slight slashes to his
arms, but they were not enough to slow him down. Paz slipped
behind Olav and slashed his throat after just ten minutes or so.

In the second, a Teuton named Bjorn, armed with a mace and
shield, faced an Arab named Achmed, armed with ax and shield.
The two were equally matched, and each delivered and received
numerous blows. Finally Bjorn’s mace shattered Achmed’s shield,
and the Arab was helpless as the mace descended and crushed his
skull. Bjorn had to be carried from the pit as well, though,
and Trask doubted whether he would live through the night.

Fresh sand was spread to absorb the blood. Trask descended to
the pit to announce the next match. “The final fight of the
night will be fought without weapons,” he called. There was a
scattering of boos from the patrons. Weaponless fights were
often long and boring. “Entering the pit first, standing six
feet four inches tall and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds,
Auric!”

The huge red-haired man slowly entered the ring. He was a well
known fighter, and some of the people who had been leaving sat
back down.

“His opponent, now entering the pit, stands six feet three
inches tall and weighs two hundred and five pounds.” Trask
checked the paper again, surprised at Tanya’s size. She hadn’t
seemed that large, but his assistant assured him that the
measurements were accurate. “Tanya!”

Tanya entered the pit, her red cloak still covering her from
head to toe. The bookmakers in the benches groaned as everyone
descended on them to wager on Auric. Matches between men and
women were almost unheard of, and never without weapons. No one
believed Auric would be defeated by a woman without any weapons,
and they hurried to put their money down. Cries of “Twenty to
one odds on the woman” were heard, but the long odds didn’t faze
the bettors.

The fighters waited patiently for the hubbub to die down. While
waiting, Tanya watched her opponent. Thick muscles covered
Auric’s arms and legs. He wore only a breechcloth, which sagged
under his large belly. He appeared slow and somewhat
dull-witted. Tanya smiled secretly to herself. She decided
that her main problem would be preventing Auric from falling on
her.

Finally the spectators sat down on the benches again. Tanya
removed her cloak and a collective gasp went up from the
benches when they saw her body.

Tanya’s long auburn hair was braided and gathered tightly on top
of her head. Long hair could be a liability in the pit, as an
opponent could use it as a weapon. Tanya stood proudly, showing
off her broad shoulders and deep chest. Her arms were heavily
muscled from shoulder to wrist, and her hands were enormous.
Her thick shoulders and chest tapered to a narrow waist. Hard
sinew showed clearly at her midsection, which then flared
quickly into hips and thick legs. Tanya gave the appearance of
standing on two muscular tree trunks.

Trask gave the signal for the fight to begin. Auric lumbered
across the pit toward Tanya. His battle plan had always been to
quickly crush his opponents, ignoring any damage done to him.
Tanya quickly sidestepped to her left and kicked him with the
full power of her right leg as he went past. Her foot landed
just under his ribs. Auric grunted as the kick smashed into his
side. He stumbled to a halt and turned to face Tanya, holding
his side. Tanya knew that she had done some damage to Auric,
perhaps breaking a rib, but it was difficult to tell through the
meat covering his bones. Auric growled and charged again.

This time Tanya jumped high into the air, the muscles in her
powerful legs enabling her to vault over Auric’s head. She
tucked into a ball and somersaulted, landing on her feet behind
the confused man. Auric skidded to a halt and turned to see
where Tanya had gone. Tanya was ready for him, and punched
Auric in the belly with enough power to drive him back several
feet. Auric looked extremely puzzled as he rubbed his stomach
in pain. The spectators laughed at the expression on his face
as he regarded the burly woman before him.

Auric decided that he’d better be more careful, since this woman
had hit him hard twice without suffering a blow in return. He
moved toward her slowly, waiting for the right time to attack
again.

Tanya decided not to wait for her slow moving adversary to
attack. With astonishing speed for such a big woman she leaped
in and hit him hard in the belly again. Before Auric could
respond to her attack she spun around him and drove an elbow
backwards into his kidneys. Auric roared in pain and confusion,
turning around and grabbing at Tanya, but she was no longer
within his reach. Auric stood there scratching his head in
bewilderment.

“What’s wrong, you big clumsy ox?” taunted Tanya. “Scared of a
girl?” Auric bellowed in anger and rushed at her again.

Tanya dropped down and swept her powerful leg across Auric’s
legs, tripping him. The big man dropped to the sand and tumbled
across the ground until he crashed into the wall of the pit.
Before he could rise, Tanya was on top of him, wrapping her
brawny arms around his chest, his head towards her. In an
incredible demonstration of her raw power, Tanya heaved Auric
atop her broad shoulders, facing the ceiling, his legs to her
left and his head to her right. Tanya took some pains to secure
her hold, setting her right arm behind his head and grasping his
chin with her hand. Her left arm was between Auric’s legs, and
his right leg was secured by her left hand. Auric waved his
arms helplessly as Tanya bent him backwards across her
shoulders. To the excited spectators, it looked like she was
going to break him in half. To Auric, it felt that way, too.

Seemingly without effort, Tanya walked around the arena holding
him like a prize across her shoulders. With each step he
bounced slightly, causing even more stress on his sore back. A
moan of pain escaped his lips as she pulled down with even more
force.

“What’s wrong, does it hurt?” asked Tanya with mock sympathy in
her voice. “Well, I’ll just put you down, then.” Her arms
swelled to unbelievable proportions as she hefted his bulk even
higher over her head and then threw him down to the sand.

Auric lay there groaning while Tanya strutted around him. “Come
on, big man, you’re not going to let a little girl beat you, are
you?”

Auric roared in frustration and lurched to his feet, then
lumbered toward Tanya again. Tanya met him head on, ducking
inside his arms and driving her shoulder into his chest. Before
he could close his arms around her, she smashed him in the belly
with several hard, fast punches. Auric doubled over and
stumbled back as Tanya’s rock hard fists ripped through the fat
covering his midsection. Tanya followed him step for step,
until she had backed him against one wall of the pit. She
changed her tactics slightly, now driving her big fists into his
face, opening cuts over both eyes and smashing his nose flat.
Auric’s eyes glazed over and he would have fallen but for the
wall at his back. Tanya’s relentless punches kept smashing into
his face as he stood there helplessly. Finally she stepped back
and let him fall face first to the ground.

Tanya nudged him with her foot. “Come on, big man,” she
taunted, “I’m not through with you yet.” Auric growled and
slowly got to his hands and knees in front of her. He looked up
at Tanya’s magnificent body in fear, seeing the way her muscles
were enhanced by the sweat glistening on them. Tanya decided to
let him all the way to his feet again, and stepped back a good
distance.

Auric was barely able to reach his feet. His face was a mess,
with blood dripping into his eyes and from his broken nose down
his chin and onto his chest. Tanya beckoned him, and he slowly
charged at her again.

Tanya spun to her right this time and drove her left foot into
the side of Auric’s left knee as he staggered past. Her foot
landed with the force of a cannonball, and the sound of Auric’s
knee disintegrating could be heard all through the arena. Auric
howled in pain as his knee bent in a direction it wasn’t meant
to bend. Tanya knew she had literally blown Auric’s knee apart.
The ligaments and sinews meant to hold it together had
completely separated. Auric crashed to the floor of the pit as
his left knee could no longer support his considerable weight.

Tanya circled Auric warily. She knew he could still do some
damage, and she wanted to be absolutely sure before moving in
for the kill. Besides, she wasn’t satisfied yet with the
punishment he had suffered. Auric tried to stand, but his left
knee collapsed again and he fell face down in the sand. As he
pushed himself back to a sitting position, Tanya attacked like
lightning. She delivered a piston like kick to his jaw with her
right foot. Auric dropped to the floor again with the taste of
blood in his mouth. Tanya reached down with one hand and caught
Auric by the hair, forcing him to his feet. She then grabbed
him with one arm over his shoulders and the other between his
legs and hoisted back him into the air. The muscles in Tanya’s
enormous arms swelled as she brought him up over her head and
then threw him halfway across the pit.

Auric hit the floor hard. All the breath left his body. He
moaned in pain as Tanya came over and kicked him lightly in the
left knee. Tanya drove her foot repeatedly into his side,
punishing him with powerful kicks and bruising him badly. She
then settled herself on her knees, legs bestriding his body.
Auric chortled in triumph as he quickly grabbed her by the
throat and squeezed.

Tanya realized that Auric could tolerate more pain than she had
thought. She had been ready to finish him off, but his choke
hold had surprised her. Tanya expanded her neck muscles in an
effort to keep her throat open so she could breathe. She then
reached up and caught Auric’s wrists. The sinews in her huge
forearms expanded as she used all the strength in her hands to
crush Auric’s wrists.

Auric couldn’t believe what was happening. Not only was the
woman not collapsing, she was forcing his hands to open. Tanya
forced Auric’s hands slowly away from her throat and down to the
floor. She stretched his arms up over his head. Auric tried to
force her off his chest, but couldn’t dislodge her. His frantic
bridging allowed Tanya to slip her sinewy legs under his body
and lock her ankles together. Using her legs, Tanya began to
crush the life from Auric’s body.

Auric felt Tanya’s legs tighten like a vise around his chest,
and felt one of his ribs crack. He was unable to draw air into
his lungs. Incredibly, Tanya increased the pressure and he felt
another rib crack. Blood appeared on his lips as the rib
pierced his lung. Tanya increased the pressure of her Herculean
thighs. Auric’s face turned blue and he began to lose
consciousness. Auric’s arms lay limply on the sand, and Tanya
released her hold on his wrists so she could lean back slightly
and concentrate all her power in her thighs. Auric’s eyes
rolled back in his head and he lay there senseless.

Tanya released his arms and then unlocked her ankles. She knew
that the fight wasn’t over until Auric was dead. She sat beside
him and rolled him over so that she was positioned behind him
with her legs encircling his torso. Tanya wrapped one beefy
arm around his head, positioned so that her right elbow was just
under his chin. Slowly she pulled up and back with that arm
while she twisted his head in the other direction with her left
arm. Tanya’s legs constricted again and she straightened her
back, stretching Auric’s spine. When she felt that Auric’s neck
would stretch no further, she quickly twisted his head back and
up. Auric’s neck snapped with a crack that everyone could hear.
Tanya released her death grip and pushed Auric’s limp body
away. She got to her feet in one quick motion and stood over
Auric. Sweat clung to her body, gleaming in the light of the
torches and highlighting her swelling muscles. Tanya raised
both arms over head and roared her triumph to the heavens.

Quickly Tanya walked to where her cloak hung and put it on, then
crossed the floor to Trask. “Where’s my money?” she asked.

Trask swallowed hard. “Um, well, here’s the winner’s purse.”

Tanya’s eyes narrowed. “Fine, but where are the winnings for
the wagers you placed for me? I heard that the bookmakers were
giving odds of twenty to one. I should have quite a bit of
money coming.” She stepped closer and doubled her big fist
under Trask’s nose. “Where the hell is it?”

“Um, er, I never wagered the money.” Trask took a step back as
Tanya’s eyes turned even colder. “I figured you didn’t stand a
chance, so why throw the money away?”

Before Trask could get away Tanya had caught him by the shirt
and lifted him off the floor. Her face was only inches from
his, and he saw his death in her eyes. “You owe me twenty times
what was in my purse, little man,” she growled. “I’d like to
collect. If I don’t get the money I’ll take it out of your
hide, you miserable worm.”

“I don’t have that kind of money,” Trask squeaked.

“Then what do you have that has any value?”

“I’ll give you every cent I own.”

“That’s not good enough, scum. I want what I have coming.”

“All I own is this pit,” he mumbled.

Tanya scowled and lifted him a bit higher. “Very well, I want
half interest in this pit. We’ll be partners.” Her expression
turned even colder. “And I expect to make money. I’ll even
fight once in a while. If I ever lose, you’ll get to keep it
all. The novelty of a woman fighting men should draw in the
customers pretty well.”

continued …………

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Part One

Casey was elated as she dumped her luggage beside her bunk.
After hearing about life in the marines all her life, she was
finally going to be a part of it.

She looked down the long row of bunk beds in the narrow
barracks.

Unlike normal trainees, she and half a dozen other young women
were being brought into a platoon sized group that had already been
in training for several weeks. She and the others, already knew
enough of the beginning work from summer training they had
undertaken before this.

Casey herself had been a military cadet for almost eight years
now, since she was ten. She hid the smug grin that threatened to
come to her face at the thought of missing the beginning weeks of
gruelling training the others had been exposed to.

She ran a hand through her short blonde hair.It had already been
in a loose pageboy cut before the marine barber had cut it even
shorter. She still thought it looked cute. After all, it wasn’t
nearly as short as the men got.

She sorted through her gear and began to put it away before they
were inspected. She and the other new girls were being scrutinized
closely by the other young women in the barracks. She expected a
certain degree of resentment towards them, but she figured it was
worth it.

The first day was loosely structured, and involved tours of the
base and women’s compound, as well as instructions in the base
rules and such. She knew tomorrow would be much more gruelling, but
looked forward to it.

Her father was a marine officer and his father before him. Casey
had grown up as a rough and tumble tomboy. Even well into her teen
years, while other girls her age had turned exclusively to boys and
fashions, Casey was still engaging in arm wrestling contests, and
spending her days in sports and military practices. This had
disappointed more than a few boys, who’s interests were aroused by
Casey’s hourglass figure and pert, elfin face.

In truth, she had come to be more and more interested in boys in
other areas besides sports. Strange fantasies often overrode her
thinking and lovers occupied her unwilling dreams. She tried to
hide this, though. It irked her that she had turned into a weak-
willed girl, all bumps and curves.

Whenever she saw herself naked, she was exasperated by the
confusion in her head between arousal and excitement at the smooth,
shapely figure she possessed, and irritation at that selfsame form.

The attentions of the boys infuriated her. She found it horribly
embarrassing when they made remarks about her firm oversized
breasts and tight, rounded behind.

She tried to hide both underneath long, heavy sweaters, but few
boys were fooled. She had accepted a few dates, out of curiosity
and suppressed desires. They had usually ended in embarrassment and
outrage as the boy slid a hand up under her skirt to touch her
between the legs, or darted his hand under her sweater to squeeze
her breasts.

What was more, after she’d gone home, she would often catch
herself imagining what would have happened had she allowed it, and
thinking back wistfully to the feel of the electricity that shot
through her body when a boys hand touched it.

Anyway, she thought, she wouldn’t have to worry about all that
confusion here, that was one of the reasons she’d joined the
Marines. And though he had discouraged her, Casey was sure her
father was proud of her being accepted.

She was leaning over her footlocker, carefully arranging her
gear inside when a hand slid between her legs and squeezed her
groin in a tight grip. She yelped and twisted away, falling forward
across the footlocker. Harsh laughter erupted from around her. She
scrambled angrily to her feet, only to be pushed backwards again,
tumbling to the floor.

“Who said you get could up pussy?” a nasty voice taunted.

She looked up at a large black girl, at least six feet tall,
standing at her feet. She was a year or two older than Casey.

“You touch me again and I’ll report you!” Casey cried.

A look of anger came over the girl’s face. She seemed to turn
away, then swivelled around, her booted foot lashed out and kicked
Casey directly in the crotch.

She gasped, and doubled over in pain, gripping herself. Several
girls knelt around her. Caseys’s arms were pulled behind her and
her upper body bent over backwards by someones grip in her short
hair. The black girl jumped down next to her and grinned nastily at
her position.

She reached forward and cupped Casey’s right breast in her hand
squeezing and twisting it sharply. Casey cried out and trembled
against the pain.

“You try reporting anything around here, slut, and you’ll be
dead!” the girl hissed, giving her breast a final vicious twist
before letting it go, and moving away. The other girls let her go
as well, moving off with the black.

A small brunette stepped around her and looked down with a nasty
grin. “She’s right, honey. Karen runs this place and don’t you
forget it.”

Casey lay on the floor for several seconds holding her hurting
breast in her hand and fighting down the tears struggling to erupt.

A few minutes later, the sergeant came into the barracks for
inspection, chewing out almost everyone for the quality of their
cleaning or whatever. Casey didn’t say anything. She knew the
others were right about one thing, nobody liked a snitch, and she
could expect worse trouble if she reported the incident.

Not long after dinner, they all went to bed, for an early day
tomorrow. Casey slept soundly. Sleeping in a barracks wasn’t new to
her. She woke up once, hearing cries coming from somewhere, but
they died down quickly and she fell asleep again.

When she woke once more it wasn’t because of sounds. She felt
strange, and smelled something terrible. She sniffed, wrinkling her
nose at the pungent aroma. She jerked her covers aside and found
several rotten eggs had been dumped inside with her, she was
covered with spoiled, syrupy egg yolks.

She cursed, looking around the silent barracks, for the black
girl, but not seeing her. She got out of bed, and yanked her covers
off, replacing them with spares from her footlocker, then padded
down the quiet row of beds to the showers.

She muttered evil curses as she stripped out of her underwear
and stepped into the shower. This was a part of things though, not
at all unusual, and she figured, something she’d have to put up
with for a couple of weeks at least. She ducked her head under the
shower, to clear the last of the soap out.

Suddenly an arm slid around her throat and she was jerked
backwards out of the shower. She felt her body pulled tightly
against another naked woman, as her right arm was pulled behind her
and held painfully in place.

Her eyes flew open and saw the same black girl as earlier, along
with half a dozen other women, standing in a loose semi circle
around her.

She struggled against the girl holding her, but became aware
quickly that the girl was much larger than her. Casey cursed her
female weakness and short size. Even for a girl she was short, her
head felt pillowed against the other girls breasts.

“Hello pussy.” Karen said with a smirk.

“What do you want?” Casey gasped.

“I want you, sweety.” the girl leered.

The arm around her neck tightened, pulling her half off the
floor and strangling her as the black moved forward. Her lips came
down on Caseys and mashed against her. Casey fought down nausea as
the woman’s tongue jabbed in between her gasping lips and into her
mouth, twisting around there.

Casey bit down on it, making the girl jump back with a cry.
Casey struggled against the arms holding her,trying to break free.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” a voice said next to her ear.

The black kicked out again, right into Caseys groin. Casey
grunted, as the nausea increased. The black girl stepped forward,
and smashed her knee up into Caseys crotch, making the little
blonde cry out in pain. Then stepped back and punched her full in
the stomach. Once, twice, three times.

“Turn her over!” Karen said angrily.

Casey’s was twisted around and forced to her knees, as another
girl moved to help the one holding her. She was bent forward, her
head held against a girls side, her arms locked way up behind her
neck. She couldn’t move at all. Just as she opened her mouth to
scream, a thick dirty rag was shoved into her mouth, and tied in
place.

She was in a furious state of rage, struggling hopelessly
against the arms holding her. She had never felt so utterly
degraded and humiliated in her life, as the girls stood behind her
making leering obscene remarks about her ass and lightly furred
pussy slit.

Then she heard a hiss, and a sudden explosion of pain erupted
from her buttocks as a belt was brought down against them. She
screamed into the rag as the belt whirred through the air and
lashed down across her buttocks again.

She heard the awesome crack of the belt, smashing into her wet
ass cheeks as it hit. The sound merged with another explosion of
raw, blinding hot pain from her buttocks.

“You want to be a bad girl, we’ll show you what happens.” Karen
taunted.

The belt swished down again, and then again, and then again,
lashing across her buttocks with unrelenting and vicious
thoroughness. Her ass cheeks burned with fiery pain as Casey jerked
forward with each blow.

She felt a hand on her head, patting her as if in comfort as the
cruel beating went on. She struggled against the buildup of tears
in the corners of her eyes, determined that, despite the
humiliation, and pain, she would not cry like some sissy girl.

The repeated crack of the whip impacting on her buttocks filled
the room every couple of seconds, until the black girl finally
tired, and laid down the belt.

Casey shuddered and bit down on the rag in her mouth. Her ribs
rising and falling rapidly as she tried to cope with the pain. A
hand in her hair jerked her head up as Karen squatted down in front
of her and grinned smugly.

“You starting to get the picture, pussy? I run things around
here, and the sooner you learn the better.”

She smacked Casey in the head and stood up, moving around to her
rear again. She felt hands on her legs, forcing them apart, and
then another hand cupped her pubic mound.

She cursed into the rag, as the hand rubbed and squeezed her
cuntmound gently, then a single finger slid along the slit and
pushed inside. Casey jerked against her holders in fear, as the
finger twisted up into her virgin hole.

Laughter sprang up all around her as the finger slid in and out.
Casey felt her face redden in degradation and shame. Then she heard
shouts of encouragement.

She couldn’t move her head around to see behind her but abruptly
she felt a tremendous pressure, and a horrible pain at her crotch,
as something large, and unrelenting was jammed against her tight,
little pussy opening.

It pushed harder, crushing her pussy lips, and shoving inside
her. She twisted, and jerked against the hands holding her as
burning pain erupted in her groin and then spread deep inside her
belly. Hands gripped her hips, as the thing was thrust against her
cuntal canal with brutal force.

She felt her cuntlips spread and spread as the intruder smashed
aside her cunt walls and drove down into her soft warm belly.
Deeper and deeper it went, crashing through her tight cunt walls
with hardly a pause, filling her cunt tube with its cold fullness.

Casey could hold out no more, this final horror brought her to
the edge of mental collapse, and tears rolled out of her eyes.

She felt the thing tear in and out of her bleeding crotch,
ripping a tunnel for itself. It drove deeper and deeper with each
powerful lunge, until she felt the rounded head jam up against the
back wall of her cunt tube.

Still the thing jabbed in and out, crashing against her cervix
repeatedly, bringing waves of shocking pain racing through the
girl’s body.

“Like our cock, blondie?” a voice taunted.

The thing was pulled all the way back and Casey moaned in
gratitude as it pulled free of her tormented love tunnel. Then her
head was forced back and she looked directly into The black girls
crotch. She was wearing a kind of halter, or strap, holding a long
thick dildo between her legs.

Casey gasped in horror to see the object of her defilement. It
was at least ten inches long, and terribly wide.

“Kiss my cock, slut girl!” Karen taunted.

The dildo was shoved up against Casey’s lips, and her gag pulled
out. Casey opened her mouth to scream only to have the dildo ram
forward into her mouth. She gagged on the horrible acid taste of
the rubber cock, clamping her teeth down, to prevent it from going
into her throat.

“Suck the cock, slut girl!” said a voice.

The dildo was yanked free and the gag reinserted as the girl
moved around behind Casey again. She felt the hard rubber press
against her slit, then a muffled shriek erupted from her gagged
lips, as the dildo slid down into her cunt tube again. She felt it
drive deeper and deeper, jamming against her cervix and still
pressing harshly.

The cock pulled out again, then slammed forward, crushing her
tender cervix between the hard rubber and her pubic bone. Again the
cock slid back, then raced in. This time she felt the harsh
scratching of the girls pubic hair against her vaginal lips.

“Almost there.” she heard her grit.

Then the cock hammered forward, crushing her cervix as the black
girl crammed every last inch of rubber cock down into the
teenager’s tight little fuck tube.

Casey could only weep in humiliation and pain, as the girls
crowed with triumph at the sight. The black girls hands rubbed up
and down Casey’s tortured buttocks, squeezing and fondling them as
she laughed in satisfaction. She pulled the cock back and then
humped forward again.

Now that she had broken the last resistance of the little
blonde’s cunt hole, she began to fuck into her with smooth regular
motions. Her hips moved forward and back easily, sliding the thick
fuck tool in and out of the bleeding hole with satisfied ease.

She felt a strange tingling in the skin around the thrusting
dildo. The feelings grew and spread down the length of her ravished
cunt tube. The girl raping her slid her hands up Casey’s thin sides
and down under her chest, fastening on her thick, swaying breasts
which were rocking in time to the back and forth jerking of Casey’s
body.

“She sure has nice titties.” the girl said. Her hands worked
over Casey’s tit mounds, squeezing them relentlessly, until they
were aching bags of soreness mixed with a strange prickling heat.

The warmth and tingling in Casey’s loins increased. She felt a
strange yearning, and a rushing flood of sexual heat and passion
swarmed over her body, making her skin flush deeper red and
staggering her with its intensity. Unconsciously her ass pushed
back slightly to meet a forward thrust of the long, thick fuck
tool.

She groaned deep in her throat as the erotic carnal desires made
her head throb and sent quivers of gasping delight shooting through
her frame.

Her hanging breasts seemed to swell and burn as the girl raping
her kneaded and squashed them The fingers twisted and massaged the
vulnerable little nipples, sending explosions of lust into the
little blonde that made her whole body tremble.

She gasped in horror and delight as the already erect nubs
seemed to harden and lengthen. Her nipples had always been
incredibly sensitive, forcing the tom girl to wear soft girlish
silks under her sweaters and sweatshirts lest she excite herself
and bring on horrible fantasies about the boys sitting around her
in class.

Her ass jerked repeatedly as the dildo drilled her pussy. Hot
fuck-milk gushed into her penetrated hole. The girls watched in
delight as the thick girl- fucker emerged from the tight, little
blonde furhole coated in thick gooey sex juice.

Casey cringed in embarrassment, but her humiliation was
beginning to be pushed aside by the growing lust engulfing her
hapless body. Then her body seemed to undulate and quiver as an
explosion of fiery sexual gratification blasted through her
convulsing frame.

The gag was torn from her face and a damp pussy pushed against
her. “Suck my cunt you little slut!” someone yelled.

The girl kneeling before her, shoved her crotch forward,
grinding her pubic mound against Casey’s jaw. Casey opened her
mouth, and tentatively thrust her tongue forward. She tasted the
sweet juices from the girl’s pussy and began lapping them up.

The girl grabbed her hair and mashed her groin into Casey’s
face, demanding she suck harder. Casey slurped and suckled at the
oozing slithole, her tongue dipping in as deep as it would go,
lapping and twisting in the girl’s pussy mouth.

She pulled her tongue out and rasped it over the aroused clitty,
bringing a moan of pleasure from the girl. Casey wiped and ground
her tongue over and over against the sensitive little fold of
flesh, rubbing and caressing.

She closed her lips over the clitty as tight as she could, and
then hummmed deeply. The girl yelped and jerked against Casey’s
face as her clitty vibrated in time to Casey’s mouth.

Then she came, grunting and twitching as her cunt flared with
orgasmic passion, and her clitty sizzled with delight inside the
blonde girl’s mouth.

She fell backwards, and another girl took her place, jamming her
cunt demandingly into Casey’s face. Casey groaned in pleasure as
the dildo raced back and forth in her own pussy, and shoved her
tongue forward.

Her mind soared through elation and joy as she orgasmed
repeatedly. Her tongue, stuffed deep in a little brunettes pussy,
vibrated like a propeller, sending the girl shivering into her own
cum as her furry slit rubbed over Casey’s face.

Casey felt utterly bewildered and confused as the last spasms
trembled through her body. She had never felt anything like that
before, had never felt such pleasure. Yet it had come in a
horrible, humiliating pain filled episode among these nasty girls.
The girl in front of her sighed and moved away.

“It’s your turn Robin.” Karen said.

“Not me.” said the voice of one of the girl’s holding Casey.

There was a silence in the room.

“Why not,” one of the other girls demanded angrily.

“Because I don’t fuckin want to! She aint my type alright!” the
voice said defiantly.

The cock was withdrawn and she was allowed to fall forward onto
her belly. She lay there sobbing and panting from the pain and
exertion, her body covered in sweat, her face in cunt juices.

“Does’nt she look happy.” a voice jeered.

“She gives good head.” another commented. A hand gripped her
hair and pulled her puffy face up from the floor as Karen squatted
next to her.

“Remember blondie, you say anything and your in deep shit.” she
threatened.

She stood up then kicked Casey in the side, bringing a cry of
pain from the girl, then she laughed and they all walked away.

Casey saw one, a tall brunette, looking back with a look of
apology and regret on her face.

Casey lay there for a long time catching her breath and
recovering from her horrible experience, before dragging herself up
off the floor and staggering back into the shower. She stood there
in bewilderment, astonished and confused at her own lewdness and
her body’s wanton behaviour.

In all her seventeen years, almost eighteen, she reminded
herself, she had never felt her body so aroused and excited. She
groaned, and let the water pour down on her, washing the cum, and
sweat off her body. Her crotch and ass stung wherever the water
touched.

She thought back to her only previous sexual experience. It had
happened only last year, and it had frightened her with it’s
intensity. It hadn’t been a boy who had taken her cherry, no, nor
for that matter had it been a girl.

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