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I Sometimes Say the Dumbest Things
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I Sometimes Say the Dumbest Things by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com) *** A young woman who knows better offers to babysit for her boss when he and his wife go on a cruise for their second honeymoon. She becomes a victim of his two teenage sons and teenage daughter and is raped and tormented while the boss is out of town. This is not a story for the faint of heart. (mf+/teens/F, nc, exh, blkmail, drugs, beast, ws) *** I knew better before I even opened my mouth. I am not good with kids. They make me uncomfortable and they seem to know it. But I have a curse. I am one of those people that likes to help out when I can. So when my boss was fuming and so terribly upset at the office yesterday I asked what had upset him so. I knew that he was all set to leave on a ten day cruise with his wife. It was going to be their second honeymoon. We had been working furiously to get ahead at work so that he could take off for twelve days and not have to worry about things at the office. To be honest, I was looking forward to it as much as he was. It was going to be like a holiday for me too. For the next two weeks my only job was going to be answering the phone and taking messages. Since everyone knew that he was going away there shouldn't be much of that either. It isn't that I don't like my boss. He is very nice to me and I like working for him very much. I have always been intimidated by him though. So I may not be getting spoiled on a luxury cruise ship, but I was going to enjoy the quiet ten days around the office. He and his wife were leaving in the company plane after work tonight. They were going to fly down to Ft. Lauderdale and spend the night in a hotel. Then they were to board the cruise ship on Saturday morning. It had been a hard week for both of us and we both needed the rest that we were going to get in the next two weeks. I had been in his office going over some last minute details when the phone rang. I answered it. That's my job after all. It was his wife calling. She was frantic. She sounded almost hysterical. I handed him the phone and watched as his face turned dark, dark red and I knew from his expression that he was furious. The thing about Mr. Clark, my boss, is that when he gets mad like that he doesn't yell or stomp around. He gets quiet and he looks like he is just about to explode. He listened to his wife for a few minutes and he never said a word. He just set the receiver down gently in the cradle and stared straight ahead. I was terrified. I'm not sure why. I don't think that I was afraid that he would harm me. I guess I had just never seen anyone that angry before. I finally asked timidly, "What's wrong Mr. Clark?" I wasn't sure he had heard me at first. But after a long, uncomfortable moment he said in a very quiet and controlled tone of voice, "My mother-in-law crapped out on us." His mother-in-law was to come and stay in their house and watch their four kids while Mr. Clark and his wife were on the cruise. I knew better, I swear I did. I just couldn't help myself. I was kicking myself before I even spoke, but I meekly suggested, "Would you like me to watch the kids while you're on vacation sir?" I sometimes say the dumbest things! He stared at me for a moment. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. "You couldn't handle my kids." It was written all over his face, and I was reasonably certain that he was right. But I had that damned birth defect I couldn't overcome. I had to offer to help. He had three teenage boys and a teenage girl. They ranged in age from a thirteen year old boy, Kirk; the twins, Kyra and Kevin who were fifteen; and Keary, the sixteen year old. Mr. Clark once said that Keary was Celtic name which meant 'father's dark child' and it had turned out to be far too accurate. The only one of his kids that I had ever met was the girl, Kyra. She had been every bit as rude and obnoxious as you would expect of a teenager these days. I had met her only briefly when her mother had stopped by the office to see Mr. Clark one day and while she was in his office Kyra had stayed outside in my office with me. For the ten minutes or so that she was there it was like I couldn't breathe. When Mrs. Clark came out of the office and they left I actually sat back and gasped for air. After a long pause, during which I prayed fervently that Mr. Clark would thank me for my kind offer and refuse it, he finally said, "Gail, I have no choice. For the sake of my marriage and my sanity I am going to have to accept your offer. I think that we both know that I am throwing you into the lion's den. I can only apologize in advance and promise to make this up to you." I smiled at the way that he put it. We both knew that I was getting in over my head here. But he was trapped by circumstances and I was trapped by my big mouth. He said, "I'll call my wife and tell her. You go home and pack up what you'll need and come to my house as soon as you can. As I recall you once met Kyra. We'll show you around and introduce you to the rest of the demon horde. I know this isn't going to be the restful two weeks that you were anticipating in my absence. I'm sorry." It was still mid-afternoon on Friday, but I would need time to pack so as Mr. Clark picked up the phone to call his wife I straightened out my desk and turned off my computer and drove home. I had been living alone in a small apartment since my divorce three years ago. My husband had fallen for his secretary and left me after just one year of marriage. I had been devastated. I was so mad at him and men in general that I had not been on a date since he left me. It isn't that I don't get asked. I am twenty-four years old. I have been told that I have a pretty face and a 'killer smile'. I have long, dark red hair and a figure that I am quite proud of, though to be honest I don't do much to keep it. My slender figure is due more to my diet of soups and salads and the occasional sea food dinner than an exercise regimen. I get some exercise from time to time. I join a gym or take up jogging and I work out for a while. But to be honest, exercise bores me to tears, so it is never very long before I slip back into my old slothful ways. In other words, I am sexy by an accident of nature, but I do turn men's heads. I am asked out fairly often but I have no desire to date. Not now anyway, probably not ever. Since I am being honest I guess that I should probably also say that one of the reasons that my husband left me is that I am not very fond of sex. I have always found it demeaning and embarrassing. When I overhear other women talking about a night of great sex they have just enjoyed or how much they enjoy having sex with this man or that man I don't get it. I suppose I envy them. I know that there is a lot missing from my life. I have no love or affection in my life, no intimacy. But the idea of what constitutes a woman's role in a sexual relationship just about makes me ill. My ex, before he left me, tried to get me to talk to a professional. He said that he loved me but that he couldn't live the way that we were and he wanted me to get help. I suppose that in the back of my mind I knew I had a problem. I just couldn't acknowledge it. I thought, I still think, that the sex act was designed for the pleasure of the male and is demeaning to women. If the only way to avoid it is to live my life alone then so be it. I drove to my apartment and went straight to my tiny bedroom. I pulled my suitcase out from under the bed and opened it. I packed enough clothes for a week. Mr. Clark had told me to bring my bathing suit. They had a pool and a hot tub in the back yard. I packed my toiletry bag grabbed the book I was reading and wheeled my suitcase out to car. I had never been to Mr. Clark's house. I knew where it was though. He lived in the nicest area in town. His neighbors were all doctors and lawyers and Indian chiefs. Well, maybe not Indian chiefs, but prominent businessmen. The houses were all huge estates with well manicured lawns and a lot of space between them. When I arrived Mr. Clark met me in the driveway. He had been loading his luggage into the limo that was taking him to the jetport. He helped me with my bag and I followed him inside. His wife was still upstairs but his four rowdy kids were at the kitchen table eating pizza. They all looked up when we came in. Mr. Clark introduced me to all of them and the expressions on their faces were scary, especially the oldest, Keary. I was not expecting this to be easy. But I had not expected the lustful leer on the face of a sixteen year old boy when I was being introduced. Kevin, the fifteen year old had a bit of that too, but he and his twin sister and the youngest boy looked more mischievous than lustful. Well, perhaps not so much mischievous as devilish. They were a scary sight. I was invited to join the kids. There was pizza a plenty. I had to admit that it smelled good. I had not eaten pizza in a long time. But those scary kids took away my appetite. I knew, looking at them now, that I had made a huge mistake. I was way over my head with these four. More than anything I wanted to tell Mr. Clark that I had made a mistake. I turned to look at him though and I saw on his face that he knew it too. He looked guilty, but desperate. I had worked for Mr. Clark for more than five years now. I went to work for him almost as soon as I got out of high school. I knew him pretty well. I also knew the witch that he had married. She was probably the only person in the world that Mr. Clark was afraid of. He was not going to disappoint her. They were going on that cruise and if the house was nothing but rubble when they returned then they would deal with it at that time. I smiled nervously and tried to assure Mr. Clark that it would be alright once the kids and I got better acquainted. He rolled his eyes, not believing me for a minute. He picked up my suitcase and led me to the mother-in-law suite off of the kitchen. It was not being used and would be my home for the next two weeks. It was very nice, nicer than my apartment! It had a large bedroom and a very modern bathroom with a large walk-in shower. There was a nice sized sitting room with a big screen television. Mr. Clark showed me around and was about to show me how to use the television but I explained to him that I didn't watch television. He raised his eyebrow and I explained that I loved to read and I had brought my book with me. He led me back out to the kitchen and showed me a list of emergency numbers and special instructions. There were not a lot of instructions for the kids. School had just gotten out for the summer and they were pretty lax about things like bedtimes and guests. The kids were obviously spoiled rotten and my job seemed to be to make sure that no one starved to death or robbed a bank. He showed me the beautiful backyard with the huge pool and finally Mrs. Clark came down and they were ready to leave. She barely acknowledged my existence as she breezed through the house on the way out to the limo. Their goodbye to the kids was just, "We're leaving, see you in two weeks. Try to behave." Then they were gone and I was alone with the four scariest kids in town. I went to my rooms and started unpacking. I was startled by a sound as I was opening my suitcase and I turned to see Keary standing in the door to my bedroom. I straightened up and asked, "Yes, what do you want Keary?" He just smiled his evil little smile and said, "I just thought that since we are going to be living together for two weeks we should get acquainted." He sounded like a guy trying to pick a girl up in a bar! I responded, "I'll be out as soon as I finish unpacking, Keary, and please don't come into my room without knocking again. You startled me." He just smiled and acted as if I had never spoken. He came in and said, "I think we're going to get along just fine. I know we are going to enjoy having you." He said that last with an obvious smirk. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream at him to get the hell out of my room. I didn't for two reasons. I had to try to get along with this kid for two weeks. It would be easier if we could have an amicable relationship. But that aside, this kid was taller than me and outweighed me by at least fifty pounds! For some reasons when I had been contemplating the idea of watching over four teenagers I had been picturing children in my mind. These kids, even the thirteen year old were young adults. Keary was large and strong and obviously had a dominant personality, just like his father. He was very intimidating. He came in and sat on the bed and said, "You go ahead and unpack Gail. While you are doing that we can talk and then we can go out and swim for a while and you can get to know the other three." I stood there staring at him. I didn't want to unpack in front of him for some reason. I am not even sure why. It just seemed like he was invading my privacy. But he was sounding so reasonable and I felt helpless in the face of his intractability. I began hanging up my clothes and he watched me as I took everything out of my suitcase. As I unpacked he kept up a running conversation pretty much on his own. There were numerous, thinly veiled sexual innuendos and at times I felt very much like he was the adult and I the child in this relationship. At one point I came back out of the closet after hanging up a couple of dresses and Keary was sitting there holding a pair of my panties in one hand and one of my bras in the other. He ignored me and looked at the tag on the bra, checking for my bra size I assume. I rushed over and snatched my underwear out of his hand and ordered him to leave my clothes alone. He just smiled. I told him to leave me alone so that I could unpack and he just sat there smiling. There was more than a little bit of a challenge in his voice when he said, "But Gail, I'm not through getting acquainted." I had a pretty good idea why Mr. Clark's mother-in-law had come up with an excuse to get out of looking after these little monsters. I was going to have to do something to establish order around here or the next two weeks were going to be impossible. Just then the situation got even more confusing. Kyra came in with a glass of coke for me. She smiled politely and said, "Here Ms. Cone. I thought you could use a drink." Then she turned to Keary and said, "Come on Keary, stop being a pain." I was grateful for her support. I didn't really want the coke but she was on my side and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I took several sips of the coke and continued unpacking. I grabbed all of my underwear and took it over to the dresser. I separated it into drawers and when I turned back Keary was holding up my bathing suit. I sometimes think that I am the only woman my age that wears a one piece bathing suit. I am a very modest person. It really bothers me sometimes, that women who are modest are held up to ridicule and those women that flaunt their bodies and their sexuality are admired. But I have no intention of changing my ways. I am embarrassed by the negative attention that I receive for dressing modestly. But I could never be the kind of woman who dresses to display her body in public. In as stern a voice as I could summon up I said, "Keary! Put that down. You have no right to go through my clothes like that! Behave yourself." He just stared at me for a moment and then he asked with a note of incredulity in his voice, "You are shitting me, right?! You don't really wear this thing do you?! Jesus Gail, you are one hot chick! You should be wearing a hot bikini." I stormed over to him and attempted to grab my suit from his hands and said, "I am not a chick! And I will thank you to watch your language around me. I do not tolerate vulgar language. I doubt very much if your father would permit you to use that kind of language and I won't either." Keary had held onto my suit but Kyra pulled it out of his hands and handed it to me. She pulled Keary to his feet and pulled him from the room. He allowed himself to be escorted out, reluctantly. At the door Kyra whispered something to him and he finally left. Kyra came back in and apologized for her brother's behavior. She acted as if it was pretty normal, which did not inspire me with confidence. She handed me my coke and said, "Here, have a drink and try to calm down." Then she raised her glass as if in a toast and I drank a little more of it. Kyra waited until I was about to put it down and she said, "Why don't you finish it off and I'll get you another one. I'm glad you're here. It's nice having another woman in the house. My mom goes out and leaves us alone a lot. A lot of times I'm home alone with three rotten boys. You and I need to stick together." I was beginning to think she was right. I swallowed the last of my coke and she took the glass from me and went back out to the kitchen. She returned just as I was closing up my suitcase and sliding it under the bed. She handed me a fresh coke and we sat and sipped our drinks and engaged in a little idle gossip for a while. Before very long I started feeling a little light headed. I felt as though I had been drinking alcohol. I sniffed the drink but I couldn't detect any alcohol. Kyra kept urging me to finish my drink. I didn't really want any more but for some reason, every time she told me to take a drink, I drank. Things get pretty hazy after that. Kyra took my empty glass away and I remember her asking me how I felt. I don't remember if I answered. I remember Keary coming back in and Kevin and Kirk entered the room behind him. I remember being uncomfortable about all those boys being in my room. I think I remember Keary sitting down on my bed beside me. After that I don't remember a thing. The next thing that I knew it was morning. I knew as soon as I awoke that something terrible had happened. I was naked for one thing. I never sleep in the nude. But I didn't even notice that at first. There was a horrible taste in my mouth and my throat was so sore I could hardly swallow. When I tried to move, my vagina and my anus felt like they were full of broken glass. I opened my eyes finally. My head hurt so bad that even that was difficult. I looked down and saw that my body was covered in filth. There was something white which had dried on my skin and flaking off everywhere. I ran my fingers over it and shivered in disgust. I knew what it must be. It was obvious that I had been raped. Judging from the condition of my body I must have been raped repeatedly in my sleep last night. I suddenly remembered that I had not gone to bed last night. The last thing I could remember was Kyra giving me a coke. I had been drugged! I struggled to my feet and with difficulty I rushed to the door to lock it. The door knob had been removed! I couldn't even lock my door. I rushed to the bathroom and the knob was missing from that door too. The first thing I did was to drop to my knees at the toilet and throw up violently. It was mostly the dry heaves. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday. But I was sick at the realization of what those boys had done to me last night. When I had my stomach under control I took a quick, very hot shower. I was anxious to dress and leave before they could come back in and see me like this. But it was too late to worry about modesty at this point and I had to clean that disgusting filth from my body. It was crusted everywhere. My face, my breasts, my stomach, but especially my thighs were covered in it. My hair was even stiff with it! I scrubbed my body and shampooed my hair and dried off quickly. I brushed my teeth for a very long time. Finally, except for the pain the traces of what they had done to me were gone and I hurried back out to my bedroom. Kyra was sitting on my bed smirking at me and I screamed at her. "You little bitch! You wait until your father finds about what you did last night. I should have called the police as soon as I woke up and I would have if I wasn't so fond of you father. Now you get out of my room right this minute!" She just sat there grinning at me infuriatingly. I spun around to go to my closet and get something to wear. I didn't even notice the padlock until I tried to wrench the door open. I screamed in frustration and fury and turned back to Kyra, demanding the key to the lock. She just smiled and said, "You might as well just settle your skanky ass down, you stupid cunt." I screamed again and went to my dresser. I needed something, anything to cover my nudity. It was empty! All of my clothes were gone! I couldn't even put my underwear on! I wheeled back around and demanded that she get me the key to my closet and return my underwear. She just grinned and said, "You're going to have to talk to Keary about that. Somehow I don't see that happening anytime soon. The guys are waiting for you in the living room. They have something to show you." I was on the verge of tears now. I asked her for something to wear. I certainly couldn't go anywhere like this! She just shrugged and said, "It isn't up to me. But I recommend you hurry your ass out there. The longer you keep Keary waiting the worse it's going to be." I decided that this had to end. I went to the nightstand, intending to call the police. The phone was gone! I glanced over at the dresser. My purse containing my cell phone was gone. I was trapped. I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body as best I could. I stormed out of the room and into the kitchen. That phone was gone too. I didn't want to do it, but I was left with no choice but to confront Keary. I went into the living room and all three boys were there. Kyra was following along behind me. Keary smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "Damn! I thought you were going to sleep all fucking day!" I cringed at his language, but I let it pass. I just wanted my clothes and my purse. I wanted out of here, immediately! With as much dignity as I could muster under the circumstances I demanded that he return my belongings. I told him that if he did not return my purse and give me the key to my closet I would be forced to call the police. He just smiled an understanding smile and in a calm, reasonable voice, sounding much like he was talking to a child, he said, "You should sit down first. We have something to show you and then we are going to need to talk." I screamed at him, "NO! GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!" He was unmoved. He just grinned that infuriating grin and said quietly, "Sit down Gail. Sit down right here beside me. Don't make me get up. You'll be sorry if I have to get up." I screamed again, wordlessly, in fury and frustration. I stood in front of him and demanded, "What do you want to show me Keary?! Let's get this over with and then I am getting out of here. I don't give a damn what happens to you monsters in the next two weeks!" Keary got to his feet and grabbed a handful of my hair. He put his face right up in mine and growled, "God damn it bitch! I'm trying to be nice here. You had best learn that you aren't in charge here. I am! When I tell you to do something you do it. Now you sit down over here beside me on the couch and you shut up and you stare at the television. After you watch the little show we have for you, then we can talk." He guided me to the couch and there was nothing I could do about it. My hands were still holding the sheet around my body and I didn't dare let it go. As soon as I was roughly pushed down on the center cushion he sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. I tried to pull away but he held me close and finally I gave up my futile struggle and stared at the television. When I had at last given up and sat quietly on the couch as Keary demanded, everyone turned their attention to the television. Kyra picked up the remote and started the DVD player. The television came to life and I screamed as I saw a clear, digital picture of me and Kyra on my bed making out like a couple of horny teenagers! I sat there shaking my head as I stared at the screen. I had apparently been an active participant! I was returning those passionate kisses and as her hand moved over my body I had seemed to really enjoy it. I screamed, "STOP IT! TURN THAT OFF!" I tried to struggle to my feet but Keary held me in the seat and in a firm voice he said, "Sit still and enjoy the show, you stupid cunt! We are." I stopped struggling and stared at the screen as Kyra began to undress me. I tried to cover my face with my hands. I didn't want to see this. Keary wouldn't permit it though. He reached over and pulled my hands down and ordered me to keep them at my side and to keep watching, the show was just getting started. Kyra had gotten my blouse off and I didn't resist as she reached down with one hand and released the front closure on my bra. My bra sprang open, baring my breasts and I groaned in embarrassment as the four kids stared at my naked breasts. I realized now that they had all seen them last night, seen them and more. But I had been drugged then. I was aware now and I had never felt as humiliated in my life as I did at this very moment. I groaned and shook my head, but I sat there helplessly as Kyra's hand began to tease my breast on the screen. Keary spoke softly in my ear as we watched Kyra in effect raping me on television. He leaned closer and said, "I do love those tits Gail. So firm and perky, it's hard to believe they are only a B cup. I guess they look bigger because you are so slender. I love those nipples too. I love the way they got hard when I pinched them or sucked on them." I felt his hand slide down off my shoulder and come to rest on my breast and I tried to shrug it off. He ignored my feeble efforts and cupped my breast in his hand. I whispered, "Please Keary, please don't do that. Don't touch me there. It isn't right." He chuckled and said, "You didn't say that last night sweetheart. You really seemed to enjoy it last night." "YOU DRUGGED ME!" I exclaimed. "I don't remember anything that happened last night. You're a rapist!" He sounded so reasonable and calm when he said, "Don't be silly Gail. Look at you. You are enjoying that. You aren't being raped." I had been distracted by Keary's hand on my breast. Now I looked back at the screen and saw that Kyra was working my shorts off, exposing my plain, white nylon panties. Keary chuckled and said, "Look at those fucking granny panties! I'm doing you a favor taking your clothes away Gail. A girl as pretty as you should dress in much nicer clothes. But don't worry. We are going to take care of that this weekend. You are going to be so fucking hot!" Kyra had my shorts down and I had apparently kicked them off without any prompting from her. I was left in only my panties and the camera suddenly zoomed in on my vulva and the wet spot in my panties. How could I possibly have been wet?! I am not that way! I don't get off on sex with girls! I think it's disgusting! It was obvious though that last night, kissing Kyra and submitting to her hands caressing my body I had enjoyed it. My face was burning as I watched her hand slip down inside of my underwear and tease my vulva. The camera zoomed in again and it was obvious that her finger was teasing my slit. How could she do that to me?! How could she do that to anyone?! I tried again to cover my face as she began to pull down my underwear. I don't understand why I looked so alert, so aware on their DVD but I couldn't remember any of this. I was smiling and I even lifted my butt up so that she could pull my panties down. Keary squeezed my breast to get my attention and shook his head. I dropped my hands to my sides again and sat there crying quietly as on the screen I kicked my panties off. There was a huge close-up of my vulva and the moisture glistening on my labia. Then the camera pulled back and there was another shot of she and I kissing. Then she laughed and said something I couldn't make out and got out of my bed. As soon as Kyra, who was still fully dressed, walked off camera Keary stepped into the picture. He was naked! He went over and got in bed with me I didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, I looked like I was glad to see him. We started kissing and his hands began to explore my body. The look of enjoyment on my face was obvious. No one could look at this movie and tell that I had been drugged. Nor could they look at it and guess that I had been anything but a more than willing participant. I was smiling and returning his kisses and after a moment he placed my hand on his hard penis. I had wrapped my fingers around it and held it happily. As we watched, Keary reached over and began to loosen the sheet from around my naked body. I shook my head and whispered, "No! Please don't. Oh god, please don't! I can't be naked here with all of you like this. I just can't." He just smiled and said, "Don't be silly Gail. Of course you can. You were naked with us for hours last night. You really seemed to enjoy it. Do you know what I think Gail? I think your subconscious mind is just fine. It's your conscious mind that is all fucked up. You just need to learn how to relax and enjoy life." That sounded almost like something my ex-husband would have said. I didn't believe my ex-husband and I didn't believe Keary. I stopped struggling and allowed Keary to pull the sheet that was my only covering free. He carefully pulled it away from my body and allowed it to fall to my sides, exposing my naked body to the four teenagers in the room. I was mortified. I had to look at the television now. I could not look anyone else in the room in the eye. I had started crying softly again but I wasn't fighting. I'm not sure why. I would not have allowed my husband to undress me in the living room if it had just been the two of us! Keary's hand returned to my breast and I watched the television, trying desperately to think of some way out of this horrible situation. On screen I could see Keary and I kissing and his hand exploring my body. I don't know much about those drugs that they give girls when they want to rape them these days. From what I had heard I had thought that they made the girl unconscious. That was obviously not what had happened to me. I could see myself reacting to the kissing and the touching and it looked like I loved it. When Keary's hand moved down to my sex on the television I had spread my legs to give him total freedom to explore. I saw myself gasp and then giggle like a silly schoolgirl on the television. My hand was still holding his hard penis and I was moving it now with no urging from him. Meanwhile, here on the couch watching, Keary had dropped his other hand to my upper thigh and was slowly inching it closer to where my tightly closed thighs came together. I heard a noise and looked around to see that Kyra was filming me again. The camera was catching Keary's left hand on my breast and his right hand, now only a fraction of an inch from my moist slit. I jumped when his finger touched me in that most intimate part of my body. But still I didn't struggle. Well, I did struggle. I struggled not to gasp in pleasure at the first touch of a male hand on my vulva since my divorce. Or at least the first touch while I was conscious and not under the influence of some drug that had been slipped into my drink. Keary whispered into my ear, "Look at the TV. See where your hand is cunt? That felt pretty damned good. I want you to put your hand around my cock now, just like you did last night." I don't know why I obeyed. I hated this. I hated everything they were doing to me and everything they were making me do. It was all so demeaning. It was rape! But I did what he asked. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his hard penis. I almost pulled my hand away when I felt the disgusting moisture that was oozing out of him and now coated his sex organ. I shuddered in revulsion, but I left my hand where it was. Keary said, "Watch this Gail, here comes one of the good parts." I forced myself to watch. On the television screen Keary was up on his knees now and moving towards my face with his large, hard penis bobbing wildly as he moved. I nearly got sick as I watched him come to a stop by my face. I saw that the smile wasn't on my face at that moment. I looked confused. Keary quickly cleared up my confusion. I heard him say, "Open wide you sweet cunt. Let's see if you're any good at sucking cock." My stomach churned as I watched. In response to his command I had opened my mouth and allowed him to pull my face down over his throbbing sex organ. I had, on a couple of occasions, kissed my ex-husband's penis after he had begged me to perform oral sex on him. I normally refused to perform such a perverted act, but on two occasions I had given in. I want to hasten to point out that although he frequently requested that I perform oral sex on him, he never once offered to perform that service for me. I would have refused to allow it of course. But he never once offered. I had kissed his penis a couple of times, but I had never once taken it into my mouth. Yet there I was on the screen, sliding my lips down over Keary's penis. The camera zoomed in for a close-up. We couldn't see his face, but we could hear him moaning in pleasure as half of his sex organ sank into my mouth. He held onto my head once he had reached that point where I had started gagging. Then he began to saw in and out of my mouth for just a very short time before I saw him tense up and it was obvious that he was cumming in my mouth. I may have been drugged, but I was still unable to cope with that. I had gagged and choked and tried to pull away as he ejaculated into my mouth. I could see his ejaculate oozing out of my mouth around the shaft of his penis and finally he pulled it out of my mouth and patted me on the head. In the voice you might expect to hear from an understanding parent he said, "Don't worry Gail. You just need more practice. You'll get better. Now scoop that up and put it back in your mouth and swallow it sweetheart. You can't let that stuff go to waste." And I did! I watched in total disbelief as I smiled at Keary and then carefully scooped up all of his spend that had escaped from my mouth and transferred it back onto my tongue whereupon I promptly swallowed it all. Meanwhile, here on the couch, Keary reached down and lifted my leg and placed it over his own, spreading my legs apart and exposing my sex. His hand returned to my sex and he began to work two fingers inside of my vagina. I was not wet at all and it was very uncomfortable. Kyra came in for a couple of close-ups and then moved back when Kevin moved over and sat on the other side of me on the couch. Soon they both had their hands on me and at times they both had their fingers inside of me at the same time. My vagina had begun to lubricate, despite the fact that I was not aroused in the least. So their groping was becoming less uncomfortable, at least physically. My mind was screaming at me to run from this house as fast as my legs could carry me. But I knew that I couldn't. I was a prisoner now. I was a prisoner of three strong boys and a girl with a video camera. I knew that their plan to ensnare me and turn me into their toy for the next two weeks had worked perfectly. I could never allow anyone to see the DVD that was playing now. And it had just started. God knows what else was on it. I shook myself from my reverie and returned my attention to the screen. Keary had gotten out of my bed and as soon as he moved out of the way Kevin had climbed into bed with me. He had pushed my legs apart and now I watched as for the first time in my life someone touched their lips and tongue to my sex. I may have been only semi-conscious last night. But I had certainly reacted to Kevin's tongue on my labia. My butt had come right up off of the bed and I had held onto his head with both hands and cried out with pleasure. Watching my extreme reaction left me wondering fleetingly what it might be like. But it was a nasty thing to do and I would never have permitted myself to be demeaned in that manner if I had not been drugged out of my mind. I watched in surprise. It humiliated me all the more when I had an orgasm as Kevin teased me with his tongue. I was embarrassed because that was the first time I had ever had an orgasm with another person, even while I was married. I had, on rare occasions, sought relief from the shower massager, a trick I learned about from a magazine. It had been quite pleasant. I didn't do that often though because every time I did it my conscience bothered me for a week afterwards. But sometimes you just have to do something to relieve the stress. After my orgasm Kevin had moved up over me and I watched now as he began to slide his organ over the sopping wet entrance to my vagina. I had reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me and cried out for him to put it in. And he had! Even though he was only fifteen, Kevin's sex organ was larger than my ex-husband's. As he entered me I had cried out in pleasure. I will never understand how I could have been so responsive yet have not a single recollection of the events of last night. It was obvious though that I was not unconscious and that I was enjoying myself immensely. To be perfectly candid, looking at my face on the television now, I can't help thinking that I had never enjoyed sex so much as I had when Kevin raped me last night, first with his tongue and then with his penis. It was apparent as we watched that I had several more orgasms before Kevin reached orgasm and flooded my vagina with his seed. As we sat there on the couch watching on the television as Kevin get out of my bed, he reached over and placed my hand on his penis. Now I had a penis in each hand. Kevin sighed and said, "Just hold it. Don't move your hand or I'm gonna cum. Watching this is turning me the fuck on!" The screen went blank for a second and then I saw Kyra come back into the picture. She had changed clothes. She had taken her shorts off and was wearing a skirt now. She got into the bed with me and moved up to sit back against the headboard. She spoke to me softly and I had giggled again and then got up on my hands and knees. The camera was filming from the rear and it was a truly obscene view of my buttocks and my swollen vulva. I could see a thin trail of the slime that Kevin had shot into my vagina. It was clinging to my labia and some of it had begun to slide down one thigh. I watched in disgust as I inched up and began to insert my head up under Kyra's skirt. She held it down carefully to avoid giving her brother's an eyeful. I watched with dismay as it became obvious what I was doing under the girl's skirt. It was obvious by my actions and by the look on Kyra's face. I was performing oral sex on her! As we all watched the action on the screen there were numerous comments from the boys about how she was cheating by wearing clothes when everyone else was naked. She ignored them until Keary said, "Hell sis, we've all seen you naked anyway." They stopped watching the action on the screen as she argued with them about whether or not they had seen her naked as they claimed. The argument came to a sudden end when Kevin said, "If we hadn't seen you naked then we wouldn't know that you trim your pussy hair into a thin line and that there is a mole that's a little smaller than a dime on your right butt cheek." She looked at him for a minute and then finally she found her voice. "How in the hell do you know that?!" Keary smiled and said, "We told you sis. We see you naked all the time. We've been spying on you for over a year now." "How?!" she asked. She obviously believed them now, but she was very upset at the invasion of her privacy and she couldn't imagine how they had managed it. Keary just chuckled and said, "Hell, we'd be pretty dumb to tell you how we do it wouldn't we?" She stared at Keary for a few minutes. She was seething. But we were all brought back to the action on the screen as it showed her enjoying a very loud orgasm last night. As she thrashed about her skirt rode up, almost exposing the point where my mouth was still pleasuring her body. She noticed it though and she tugged her skirt down. She didn't seem to be bothered by all three of her brothers watching her have an orgasm. She only seemed to be bothered by the thought that they had spied on her and seen her naked. I didn't think that there was that much distinction. But of course, I was sitting here naked and being molested by two teenage boys while a teenage girl recorded it for their future amusement and, I suppose, in case they needed any more blackmail material. Kyra was swearing quietly under her breath as she continued filming. On the screen I saw her push me away and carefully stand up. As soon as she was out of bed Kirk climbed up behind me. I had already gotten back up on my hands and knees to make room for Kyra to get out of bed. Kirk ordered me to stay just the way I was and he moved up and entered me from the rear as if I were an animal. I must have enjoyed it. There was a look of extreme pleasure on my face. I don't know what size Kirk's penis is. I didn't get a chance to see it. Whoever had been filming had been behind us. It was apparently long enough and thick enough to satisfy me though. After a couple of minutes I had put my head down on my arms and Kirk had begun to stroke in and out of me so fast it was almost a blur on the television. I was grunting loudly with every stroke but he hadn't lasted quite long enough for me to reach orgasm. I had looked pretty disappointed as he pulled his softening penis out of me last night. Now, as I sat here watching I had gotten so wrapped up in what was happening that for just a second I had thought how unfair that was. When I realized what I was thinking I quickly came to my senses and reminded myself that I was watching a recording of a gang rape starring me. After Kirk finished with me and stood up, the sex started getting more disturbing. Keary got back on the bed and I was forced to watch now as he forced his penis into my anus for the first time. It was obvious from the look on my face and my cries of pain that I had not enjoyed it. Keary had though. Even though he had just ejaculated in my mouth not long ago he gripped my buttocks and exclaimed, "Damn! That is one tight ass bitch! You guys are going to love this!" I watched in disgust as he sped up and then reached orgasm, shooting his slimy ejaculate into my anus. When Keary finally caught his breath and pulled out of me I saw that I had been crying. I was still crying when Kevin got back on the bed and forced his sex organ into my mouth. The camera came in close and I was able to see that his penis was still coated with dried semen from when he had had intercourse with me earlier. I offered no resistance though. Not until he began trying to force his penis into my throat for the first time. That was when I started to struggle. I put my arms up and tried to push Kevin away as he was holding my head and trying to force his penis into my throat. I was crying out in pain but my cries were muffled by his organ in my mouth. I heard Keary say something and Kirk got up on the bed behind me and grabbed my arms. He rested his hard penis in the crevice between my buttocks and held my arms, leaving me helpless to defend myself. Keary came closer and he began telling me how to take a man into my throat and at first it didn't even look like I knew that he was there. He reached under me and pinched one of my nipples and when he had my attention he repeated his instructions and soon Kevin's penis was entering my throat on every stroke. When I had gotten used to it, Kirk let my arms go and he began to force his penis into my recently abused anus. I had reached back and attempted to push him away but he just ignored me. The sex on the television was getting to Kevin. He really enjoyed watching as he had been the first to insert a penis into my throat. He pulled his hands away from my breast and my vagina and said, "Keary, I can't take it anymore. I need to fuck her and I don't mean later! Hell, if I had known how much fun it was to rape a chick I'd have started a long time ago." Keary laughed and said, "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. In about another minute I was about to shoot all over her hand." He took his fingers out of me and lifted my hand off of his penis. He told Kevin to pull a large leather hassock over a little closer and they pulled me off of the couch and bent me over the hassock on my back. I started crying. I didn't bother to beg them not to do it. They had gone to a lot of trouble to get me into a position that I would have no choice but to submit to them. But I dreaded this so much. As I would soon discover, I didn't know the half of it. This was going to be much worse than a simple rape. Keary moved to one end of the hassock. He lifted my legs up and spread them wide apart. He moved closer and began to rub the head of his penis over my slit. At the same time Kevin moved around and knelt at my head. I had my eyes closed but I heard him moving around. I ignored him. I thought the danger was coming from Keary. A feeling of total helplessness washed over me when Keary wedged the head of his penis inside me and started slowly inserting it all of the way inside me. My legs were over his shoulders and he had reached up and was holding my wrists as he began to rape me. I didn't think it was necessary. I was submitting to every nasty thing they did to me now. I had not anticipated what Kevin was about to do. I suddenly opened my eyes when I felt something on my face. I saw that it was Kevin, moving the drooling head of his penis around my face. He was leaving a trail of nasty lubricant everywhere he touched me. I closed my eyes again as soon as I realized what was happening and I cried just a little harder at this new indignity. But that was just foreplay. Soon his penis was lodged against my lips and he ordered me to open my mouth. I sobbed loudly but I obeyed. I knew that I couldn't fight them. I might have resisted though, if I had known what was coming. Kevin began sliding his organ deeper and deeper with every stroke. When he reached the back of my throat I started gagging and that was when I started to struggle. He pulled out of my mouth and slapped me viciously. I screamed and tried to get away but he grabbed a handful of my hair and held me still. He leaned closer and said, "You stupid cunt. You did it last night. You just have to relax and swallow and it'll go right down. Now behave yourself." I thought back to when I woke up this morning and how sore my throat had been. Even though I had just watched it happen on the television I was still horrified by the realization that he was telling the truth, that I had taken their sex organs into my throat last night. He placed his penis back at my lips and I reluctantly opened my mouth. He started slowly pushing it inside of me and as he did he ordered me to swallow. I couldn't, not with that fat penis in my mouth. But the attempt seemed to suppress my gag reflex and after several painful attempts I felt his organ slide right down my throat. He left it there for a brief moment, though it didn't seem brief at the time. I started to struggle. I thought I was going to suffocate but he reached in between my legs that Keary was pressing down against my chest and he grabbed one of my breasts. He squeezed and twisted brutally. I screamed in pain and he said, "Jesus you're a dumb cunt. You can breathe just fine stupid. You did it over and over last night. Just relax and get used to it. You are going to be doing a lot of this from now on, so you might as well learn to do it right." Kevin began to use my mouth and throat as if they were a vagina. With each stroke his testicles slapped my face and covered my eyes. It was very painful at first but then I suppose I started getting numb. As the pain in my throat diminished I started becoming more aware of the violent attack that I was receiving from Keary. He was pounding into me so hard that it sounded like I was being slapped as his pelvis slammed into me. It was painful to the point that it hurt more than the rape of my throat. They were both pretty excited. Between the idea of raping me and all of the foreplay as they had tormented me while watching the DVD they had made last night they were really wound up pretty tight. Kevin grabbed my head and thrust once more, all the way down into my throat and he left his penis buried there with his testicles resting over my eyes as he filled my throat with his ejaculate. My throat hurt even more than it had when I woke up this morning. But I was grateful that I didn't have to taste that slimy stuff. It just went right down my throat. Kevin remained where he was as his penis started going soft in my throat. I was distracted by Keary as he began to rape me even more brutally until he came to a sudden halt and I knew that he was spraying my vagina with his ejaculate. I shuddered in horror that it was happening all over again, but I was still held firmly in place and I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. Well, I did want to of course. I wanted out of here desperately. They finally had satisfied their lust on my helpless body and they not so much moved back as fell away, exhausted by the vicious rape of my abused body. As soon as they moved out of the way Kirk was standing over me. I sensed him standing there and I looked up to see him obviously trying to decide which orifice he wanted to use now that it was his turn to rape me again. He had already removed his pants and for the first time I saw his penis. It was the smallest of the three, but even so it was larger than my ex-husband's had been. He smiled down at me and asked, "Where do you want it, cunt?" I just started crying more loudly. I didn't want it! I hurt already. I didn't want any more abuse! He chuckled and said, "Well hell, if you can't make up your mind, let's see if you can do that deepthroat trick again. Any chick can fuck. It takes practice to suck a cock like that. We need to make sure that you get a lot of practice in the next two weeks." He went around to where my head hung down over the end of the hassock and dropped down to his knees. When he did his hard male organ came to rest against my cheek. He took it in his hand and after trailing it over my face for a moment he put it to my lips and said, "Kiss it bitch." I really hated the profane way that these children talked. But I suppose in the scheme of things that was the least of my worries. I pressed my lips against his penis and kissed him lightly a few times. I tried not to notice his malevolent grin or worse yet, his sister nearby with the camera focused on me. Kirk let me kiss him several time before he lifted his penis in his hand and pressed his hairless testicles to my lips. He rubbed his crotch in my face and then he said, "Lick my balls now bitch." I began licking his sweaty testicles and as my tongue moved over him he moaned in pleasure. He let me lick him for what seemed like a long time until finally Keary said, "Jesus Kirk! Get on with it. We still have a lot of that DVD to watch." Kirk chuckled and said, "Oh well, I guess I could go ahead and fuck the cunt's face, if you insist." He repositioned himself slightly and then he drove his slightly smaller organ all the way into my mouth and into the entrance of my throat in one vicious stab. I cried out in pain but my cries were muffled by the penis he was battering me with. He watched me struggle with it for a second and then he pulled out and shoved it all the way in again, with just as much violence as the first time. It went on and on and with each cruel thrust I was in more pain. By the time he pulled back and rested the head of his penis in my mouth and finished himself off with his hand I was crying hysterically. Unfortunately I was the only one there that felt sorry for me. Kirk finally removed his sex organ from my mouth and wiped it across my face. Through my tears I could see Kyra standing over me with the camera. I wiped the tears from my eyes with my hands and I saw her smiling as she stared down at me. She obviously was enjoying my suffering. After a moment or two she said, "Fuck it!" She handed the camera to Kirk and said, "If you guys have seen it all anyway I guess I don't have anything to hide." With that she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them and her underwear down to the accompanying cheers of her three brothers. She straddled my face for a moment and squatted down. I tried to speak. I thought she was making a mistake. At least that was what I thought right up until she said, "Come on bitch. Eat my ass out just like you ate my pussy last night." I saw Kirk come closer with the camera and all three boys were cheering her on. I kept my mouth tightly closed and struggled to turn my head. She ordered me once more to perform that disgusting task and still I balked. Without moving from her position over me she turned to Keary and said, "How about a hand here big brother?" I heard him get up. I didn't know what he had in mind. I knew it would be painful but I thought that there was no way that it could be worse than what she wanted me to do. I was wrong. I heard a swishing noise and suddenly my breasts felt as if they were on fire. I screamed and struggled to get out from under Kyra. Before I could free myself Kevin grabbed my arm on the opposite side of the hassock. He twisted it and held it in such a manner that if I struggled now it would surely dislocate my shoulder.< |
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| Title: | I Sometimes Say the Dumbest Things |
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| Date: | 2012-12-11 03:18:53 |
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