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Amy was a freshman in college. She had grown up in a conservative family, and she was sexually inexperienced. But she was also very curious and was beginning to discover she had an adventurous side. Surfing the internet had fed her curiosity. She was surprised that many of the things she found excited her. Pictures of good looking men with big cocks. Pictures of men fucking women. These excited her.

Although her parents would have disinherited her if they had heard her using such language, she found she liked nasty words like “cock” and “fucking” and “cunt.” Now that she was away from home, she was finally beginning to explore her own desires and sexual needs.

Some of the things Amy saw on the internet shocked her: pictures and stories of girls being fucked in the ass; girls bound in ropes or with their hands cuffed behind their backs; girls with gags in their mouths; girls with clamps on their nipples or needles in their breasts; girls being spanked and whipped; girls being raped. She had never even imagined many of these things before. She knew they weren’t supposed to be exciting, that she ought to find them disturbing and upsetting. And she did, only not in the way she thought she should. She found to her surprise that although they were disturbing to her, they also excited her. She found herself dreaming strange dreams each night, of large, strong men coming into her dorm room, offering her their cocks. She dreamed of sucking off these strangers’ huge dicks. It made her feel so excited, so naughty. And she dreamed of these men wanting more, of them forcing her to do things that a nice girl would never agree to do.

When she woke up in the mornings, Amy felt strange. She was undeniably aroused. Her pussy was wet and her nipples hard. She almost invariably had to finger her pussy, to find a release for her sexual tension, before she could get up and get on with her day. And always when she came home to her dorm room at night, she would turn to the computer, searching out more of the images and stories that excited and disturbed her. And as she browsed, she found herself growing hornier and hornier, and she would slide her hand into her jeans or under her skirt and push first one and then another finger into her wet cunt. And inevitably she would have her most powerful orgasms while reading stories about girls being abused, being hurt, being tied up and gang raped.

A few weeks into the semester, Amy began to date an upperclassman. He was a football star and a frat boy. She had always imagined herself being drawn to the more intellectual types, and she still like them better as friends, but she found that Jim fed the strange fire that had begun to burn in her. She liked how strong he was, she was aroused by his animal energy, she was even turned on by his crudeness. Yet something held her back, and after dating him for three weeks, she still hadn’t even given him a blowjob. The truth was, she was afraid. But she wasn’t sure what really frightened her. Was it Jim’s roughness? Was she afraid he’d hurt her? That was partly it, yet she also wanted these things. She wanted him to take her and she wanted him to do it roughly, to make it hurt. In the end she decided that this was what really frightened her: not Jim’s brutishness, but her own desire for it.

Amy knew she couldn’t go on like this. She couldn’t keep teasing Jim and herself. She was going to have to confront her own desires and either accept or reject them. But it seemed to her too late to reject them: it seemed at last as though she were discovering her inner self, her true nature. She couldn’t just shut that down again. She was going to have to act on her desires.

When Jim told her that his birthday was in a few days, Amy realized what she was going to do. She was going to give herself to him on his birthday. And she wasn’t going to do it half-heartedly. She was going to go all the way. She was going to give him a birthday he (and she) would never forget. As she planned it out, she found herself becoming more and more excited. She thought about what she would wear and what she would say. She imagined Jim’s face, and dreamed of what his cock would look like and how it would feel. But she felt that something was still missing. Something special that would mark for her as much as for Jim the huge step she was taking.

Then one night she found it. She had been browsing the internet as usual when she came upon a site that showed pictures of girls with tattoos. They had tattoos on their backs, on their bellies, on their butts, on their breasts, even on their pussies. Some were pictures, some were the names of boyfriends, and some were obscene words and crude suggestions. When Amy saw these pictures, she felt a rush of excitement as strong as any she had ever experienced, and she knew this was it. She would get a tattoo, and not just any tattoo, but one that would sum up her new sense of herself, one that would force her to confront her most secret desires, one that would tell Jim and anyone else who ever saw it just what she believed in her deepest heart she really was.

This was how Amy found herself walking into a tattoo parlor in a seedy part of town. She had decided not to do it near campus, because she didn’t want to run into anyone she knew or have any of her friends to find out what she was doing. So she went far from campus to a neighborhood she would never have gone to for any other reason. The shop was small and dingy, and the walls were covered with pictures of people with tattoos, including women with tattoos on their breasts. Amy knew she had found the right place.

She opened the door and went in. A bell on the door jingled, and a large man came out of the back. He stopped short when he saw Amy.

“And what can I do for you, sweet thing?” he asked.

“I…I’ve come for a tattoo,” Amy stuttered.

“Really?” She clearly had aroused the large man’s interest.

“Yes, I really want one.” Amy found herself blushing.

“Well come on into the back room and we’ll see what we can do, pretty girl.”

Amy followed the man into a small back room in the center of which was a reclining chair. Needles and bottles of ink were scattered over the surface of a workbench, and a small bookcase was filled with binders holding pictures of tattoos.

“Have a seat,” the man said. “What sort of a tattoo do you want?”

“I’m not exactly sure.” Amy blushed again.

“Well, I have some books you can look at to give you ideas. Do you know where you want it?”

Amy didn’t say anything.

“It’s ok. I’ve heard it all before. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you know where you want it?”

Amy nodded. The man smiled. Amy blushed and then said, very quietly, “Between my legs.”

At first the tattoo artist looked as though he didn’t believe her. Then he smiled again, “You mean on the inside of your thigh?”

Amy shook her head. The man watched her silently. Amy hesitated. Then she said, “On my pussy.”

The man’s eye’s widened in pleasure, but all he said was, “Sure thing. No problem. I don’t get many requests for that, but some girls are into. I have a few photos.”

He pulled a binder off the shelf and handed to Amy. She began shyly flipping through it. There were all kinds of tattoos. Some were pictures, some were words. She stopped when she came to one page and pointed. “There, that’s the one,” she said. It was a simple tattoo, just two words in angular script, one on each side of the girl’s pussy, that read, “Sex Toy.” Amy felt a warmth in her crotch. She felt incredibly excited, incredibly dirty.

The man smiled and nodded. “Nice choice,” he said.

“It’s for my boyfriend,” Amy said in a rush of embarrassment. “It’s his birthday.”

“He’s a lucky man.” The man paused. “So, are you ready?”

Amy nodded, but didn’t move.

“Well, take off your pants and we’ll get started.”

Amy was wearing jeans. She slowly unzipped them and eased them down her hips. She couldn’t look at the large man, but she knew he was watching her. She felt as though she were doing a striptease for him, and it made her feel flushed and hot. The man was clearly enjoying the show and made no effort to hurry her.

When her jeans were around her ankles, Amy stepped out of them and stood in front of the man in her panties and halter top. The man stood watching her. When she didn’t move, he said, “Now your panties.” Slowly, Amy put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and eased them down her legs. She could see the lust in the man’s eyes as he watched her pussy being exposed. She had shaved it specially for the occasion, knowing it would need to be bare for the tattooing. The man nodded approvingly and said, “Nice slit. I’m going to enjoy working on that.” Amy blushed.

Amy started to climb into the chair, but the man stopped her. “Better take off your top, too.” When Amy looked at him with a puzzled expression, he quickly said, “I don’t want to spill any ink on your nice shirt.” Amy didn’t quite believe him, but she felt in a kind of daze of mixed embarrassment and horniness, and so she only hesitated for a moment before lifting her halter over her head. Her breasts were small but round and firm, and her nipples were very hard.

Then while the man watched, she climbed into the chair. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to hold still?” the man asked. “This is going to hurt, you know.”

“I…I’m not sure,” Amy stuttered, suddenly feeling scared.

“Well, we better not take any chances.” The man opened a drawer and fished around, pulling out a couple of leather wrist bands. “Here, put these on.” He handed the wrist bands to Amy, and she fumbled with them, trying to figure out how the straps and buckles worked. The man saw her uncertainty and said, “Here, let me do that for you.” Quickly and surely, he buckled the two leather bands around Amy’s wrists and locked them in place.

“Now put your hands behind your back.”

“Why?” Amy asked.

“Those things aren’t going to do you any good unless they’re locked together. We’ve got to make sure you can’t move or you might accidentally hit my hand while I’m working and that would hurt. Not to mention spoil a nice tattoo.” The man smiled meaningfully and Amy blushed again. But she put her hands behind her back and waited while the man clipped the two wrist cuffs together.

“There you go. Now you can lean back.”

Amy tried leaning back, but it was awkward with her hands cuffed behind her back. She was forced to thrust her chest outwards, showing off her lovely breasts. Whether from the cool air or nervousness or excitement, her nipples were as hard as pebbles. She found herself half-sitting on her hands, which lifted her hips out of the chair slightly.

“Perfect,” the man said, surveying her position. “That lifts your pussy up nicely. It’ll make it easier to work on. Now just one last thing and we’ll be ready to go to work.” He rummaged in the drawer again and came back with two more leather cuffs.

“What are those for,” Amy asked nervously.

“For your legs, of course. You’re going to want to close them pretty badly once I get started.”

“Maybe this isn’t such a great idea,” Amy began.

“Don’t worry about it,” the man interrupted her. “Sure it’ll hurt a bit, but it’ll all be over before you know it, and you’ll have a nice surprise for your boyfriend, just like you planned. Now spread your legs wide,” he ordered, before Amy could protest any more.

Amy spread her legs. “A little wider, sweet girl,” the man said, smiling. “No need to be bashful. I’m going to get to know what you’ve got between those legs pretty well before I’m through with you.”

Reluctantly, Amy spread her legs even wider. Quickly, the man strapped a cuff around one ankle and locked it to an arm of the chair. He strapped the second cuff around her other ankle and then pulled her legs even wider apart.

“Ouch,” said Amy, “That hurts!”

“Not as much as it’s going to,” the man said with a wink. “But what did you expect: I’ve got to have room to work on you properly, don’t I?”

The man pulled Amy’s legs apart until she felt them stretched to their limit, then he locked the second cuff in place. She was spread wide open, the muscles standing out on her shapely legs and her pussy bare and exposed to the man’s gaze and touch. She felt herself turning red with embarrassment, but she also began to breathe more quickly from excitement. The man pulled a stool between the freshman girl’s spread legs along with his tattooing kit of needles and ink.

“This is it,” though Amy, and she gritted her teeth. But she was still unprepared for the bite of the first needle. “Owww!” she cried out.

“You think that hurts, just wait till I get going,” the man said, and laughed.

“No, really,” Amy said, “That hurts! I don’t think I can take it.”

“Oh, you can take it all right.”

“No, please, you don’t understand,” Amy pleaded. “I’ve changed my mind. I want you to stop.”

“Too bad, missy. It’s too late for that. You can’t just come parading in here and ask a guy to tattoo your cunt, and then strip down for him and tease him with your pretty slit and your perky tits and then expect him not to want to finish the job. I’m going to do this, and I’m going to enjoy it, and you’re just going to have to sit back and take it.”

As he was talking, the man continued dipping his needle into the ink and then pressing into the flesh of Amy’s pussy. Again and again he jabbed the needle into her pussy lips, staining them with the ink, marking her forever as a sex toy.

“No! Stop!” Amy began to shout. The man looked annoyed. He reached down to where her jeans lay bunched on the floor and picked up her panties.

“You’re making too much noise, girl. I think we’d better shut you up.” And he stuffed her dirty panties into her mouth. Then he picked up the needle again and went back to work on her pussy.

The pain was indescribable. Amy had never felt anything like it. It wasn’t that she couldn’t bear it. She had experienced more intense pain before, but never a pain that was so purely sexual. Never a pain that felt like such a violation. How could she have done it, she wondered. How could she sought out a man with needles and asked him to use them on her virgin pussy and then agreed to let him tie her up while he did it? I must have been crazy, she thought.

Or maybe you really wanted it, said a little voice in her head. Maybe this is exactly what you’ve been hoping for.

No! Amy thought to herself. That isn’t true! Nobody would want this! And yet she couldn’t deny that her pussy was throbbing, and not just from the pain. She felt herself growing wet as the man pricked her again and again with the tattoo needle.

The man noticed, too. “So, I see you’re beginning to enjoy yourself. I thought maybe that’s what was going on. A pain slut, eh? Just looking for a little thrill, eh girl? Well, believe me, you came to the right place. If you want someone to hurt your pussy, I’m the man for the job.” And he gave her sore pussy a hard slap with the palm of his hand. Amy screamed into her gag and the man smiled. He held up his hand. It was wet with Amy’s pussy juice.

As the man kept working, jabbing between Amy’s spread legs with the needle, the pain continued to grow. Her pussy felt swollen from the constant pricking of the needle, and it grew more and more sore. But a strange tingling was also growing, in her pussy, but also in her breasts. She felt so helpless, so open in front of this man. And he was hurting her pussy. She strained against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. There wasn’t anything she could do to stop him. He could do anything he wanted to her. Amy felt herself growing more and more aroused.

Amy lost track of the time. She felt lost in a haze of pain and lust. She wanted the man to stop and she wanted him to keep hurting her forever, and to do it harder. But after a while he stood up and surveyed his work.

“Not bad,” he said. “At least no one will ever wonder what to do with you once they get into your pants. You’ll never be treated as anything but a slut. And that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Amy shook her head, but the man just laughed. “Tell you what I’m going to do. You’re one hot bitch, and so I’m going to throw in something extra for free. How would you like to have your nipples pierced?”

Amy shook her head frantically.

“Nonsense,” the man said. “It would complement your tattoo perfectly. A sex toy has to have nipple rings for the boys to pull on and twist and chain her by.”

He walked over to a table and picked up a piercing gun, then returned to stand between Amy’s legs. “You’ve got a fine pair, girl. I’m going to enjoy hurting them.” Amy began to thrash against her bonds, shaking her head furiously. The man ignored her and pressed the gun against her left nipple. Then he pulled the trigger.

Pain lanced through Amy’s breast. It felt as though he had twisted her nipple off. Yet at the same time she felt a bolt of intense pressure in her pussy. She was panting hard through her nose now, moaning softly but continuously. The man pressed the gun against her right nipple. Another bolt of pain and pleasure. Amy’s hips bucked involuntarily. She was covered with a sheen of sweat.

“Why I do think this little bitch almost came,” said the man. “My, my, she does like her pain. Good little bitch.” As he spoke, he pressed a gold ring through each nipple and locked them in place with a pair of pliers. The rings felt incredibly heavy to Amy’s sore nipples.

“Let’s see if we can get this little girl to cum.” The man picked up the tattoo needle again. Amy shook her head, her eyes wild. But without realizing it she began to lift her hips as if offering her pussy to the needle. The man took one of her new nipple rings in his fingers and began to pull on it, then twist it. Amy cried out into her panty gag, then moaned loudly. The man continued to work the nipple ring until Amy was mewling in pain and lust. Then suddenly, without warning, he pushed the tattoo needle into Amy’s clit. The pain tore through her, but so did a tremendous orgasm, washing over her, overwhelming the pain, and nearly causing her to pass out.

“Good girl. Yes, a very good girl indeed.” The man smiled down at her as she lay bound in the chair, still panting from her orgasm. “I think you have real potential, bitch. Now let’s see what you can do for me.”

He took the panties out of her mouth. Amy felt too worn out from her orgasm to do more than protest weakly.

“Please let me go. Please don’t do anything more to me. I’m a virgin. I want to save myself for my boyfriend.”

“Too bad for your boyfriend. He should know better than to hang around with a nice piece of ass without helping himself before someone else does. You snooze, you lose.”

The man laughed as he untied her ankles and pulled her from the chair onto the floor. He stood towering over her as she knelt in front of him. She could see the bulge in his jeans, and she knew what he meant to do. She was scared and confused and excited. After all these years, at last she found herself where she had dreamed of being: on her knees in front of a man. Her pussy and her nipples throbbed, partly from the lingering pain of the needles and partly from desire, as the man unzipped his pants. Amy couldn’t take her eyes away from the man’s crotch as he reached into his pants and pulled out an enormous cock, even bigger than the ones she had seen in pictures on the internet. Her pussy throbbed harder.

“Open your mouth, little girl,” the man said. Amy looked up at him fearfully and shook her head. She couldn’t have said why she didn’t simply open her mouth. She knew the man was going to force his cock into her mouth. And she wanted desperately to feel it there, to taste his beautiful cock, to feel it stretching her lips wide. She imagined how obscene she would look, on her knees in a grimy tattoo parlor, with her hands tied behind her back, the ink still drying on the new tattoo between her legs, and her young mouth crammed full of hard cock. She felt her pussy juicing at the thought. But somehow she couldn’t simply let him do it. She couldn’t cooperate. She needed him to take what he wanted from her.

The man looked down at her and smiled, as if he knew what she was thinking better than she did herself. Slowly he reached down and took her right nipple between his fingers. Slowly he began to squeeze. And then he began to twist it, harder and more roughly. Pain shot through Amy’s breast. She moaned, and opened her mouth.

The man pushed his enormous cockhead between her parted lips. It filled her mouth completely. The salty, bitter taste excited her. She began to suck, almost instinctively, and swirl her tongue over the hard cock, worshipping it. The man moaned and smiled.

“Let’s see how much you can take, Sex Toy.” He grabbed her hair with both hands and began to push his cock deeper into her mouth. When it reached her throat she gagged and tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Oh no you don’t, little girl. You don’t pull away from this cock.” He pulled harder on her hair, forcing his cock hard against her throat. She choked and struggled, but he kept pushing, and slowly his cock pushed its way into her throat. Her pussy was on fire. She longed to be able to touch it, to push her fingers into her wet hole, to pinch her clit, anything to give herself another orgasm. But her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was helpless on her knees in front of this man. He was using her mouth for his pleasure. Her struggles and choking only seemed to turn him on more, to make him aware of his power as he dominated the freshman girl.

“Oh yeah, little bitch. Take it! Take that cock down your throat.” He grunted with the effort of ramming his huge cock down her tight throat. He kept pushing until her face was pressed tight against his pubic hair, his cock buried all the way in her throat. Then he began to pull out, only to ram his cock hard back down her throat.

He throat fucked her savagely, pulling on her hair, ramming his cock in and out of her virgin mouth. She choked and gagged and drooled around his cock. Her mind felt hazy, though she couldn’t tell whether it was from being choked or from the lust that was building in her guts from being used like this by a strong man. And then he began to cum down her throat. Ropes of salty sperm erupted from his cock. He pushed his cock all the way down her throat and came there, feeding her his cum. Then he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his cum over her face, coating her cheeks and lips.

Amy expected him to drop her then, but instead he dragged her over to his workbench. His cock was still hard. Amy couldn’t believe it. Surely he was done with her after that brutal rape of her mouth. But it soon became clear he wanted another of her virgin holes.

The man forced her to lean over his workbench. He then hooked the rings through her nipples to clips on the bench, effectively tying her bent over the bench. She could move around some, but every movement either made the rings tug at her nipples or pressed her soft breasts into the hard wood of the workbench. The man stood behind her, stroking his hard cock, enjoying the sight of the helpless freshman girl bent over with her wrists bound behind her and her freshly tattooed pussy exposed. Cum dripped from her face.

“Time to take that precious virginity of yours. Too bad your boyfriend couldn’t be here to enjoy a piece himself. He’ll just have to settle for sloppy seconds, I guess.”

The man began to rub his cock against Amy’s slit. She was amazed at how wet she was. The man’s cockhead slid easily between her pussy lips, but then something stopped it from entering her further. He was pushing up against her hymen.

“Oh yessss,” the man said, “So you really are cherry. I’m going to enjoy this.”

He pushed harder against her cherry and it began to hurt.

“Noooo!” Amy moaned.

“Mmmm. Yes, girl, go ahead and beg. I love it when you struggle.”

Amy bit her lip. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of begging. It was obvious he wouldn’t listen anyway. He was going to do whatever he wanted to her, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him.

Suddenly the man lunged forward. Amy fell forward onto the workbench, the rings pulling at her nipples, as the man’s cock broke her cherry and surged into her virgin hole. Her pussy felt like it was being torn apart and her nipples were in agony, but part of Amy felt a tremendous release. At last it had happened. At last her hole was being used as it had been made to be used. As the man began to pump his hard cock in and out of her stretched pussy, Amy felt a wonderful sense of completion, and a rising excitement, even as she cried out from the pain and cursed herself for enjoying being raped.

“How can I be enjoying this?” she thought to herself. But she could no longer deny that she was, that somehow this was exactly what she had been needing for years.

The man was ramming his cock into her pussy over and over. She felt her hole stretching to take the invasion. It hurt, but the feeling of being filled, of being stretched to the limit, of being pounded by a man so much stronger than she was, caused a growing lust to wash through her, overpowering her resistance. She knew that this is what her body had been made for. She began to push her hips back at his cock, to force it deeper into her cunt. At the same time she began to purposefully pull away from the workbench, causing the nipple rings to stretch her nipples painfully. Soon she was grunting and moaning, begging the man, but not to stop. “Harder. Harder!” she begged. “Yes! That’s it! Do it. Fuck that pussy. Harder you bastard. Make it hurt. Hurt my pussy!”

The sound of this sweet freshman begging him to fuck her and to hurt her was more than the man could take. Once again he began pumping his cum into her. He thrust his cock hard up into her and filled her pussy with a huge load, until his cum was dripping out of her hole and down her legs, while his first load was still dripping from her face.

The feeling of having a man’s cum pumping into her pussy for the first time sent Amy over the edge. She erupted in a second, even more intense orgasm, shaking and sweating under the man’s continuing heavy thrusts. When the man pulled out of her, she collapsed against the workbench, not caring that her breasts were being crushed into the hard wooden surface.

“You are quite something, bitch,” the man grunted. “You’re so hot, my hardon just won’t quit. I’ve got to try that ass now.”

“No, please,” Amy begged, though she had barely any energy to resist. “Please, not my ass. Your cock is too big. You’ll tear me apart!”

“Too bad, bitch. I don’t care what you want. You’ve got a sweet tight ass, and I want to feel it on my cock. Besides, if you liked the way my cock hurt your cunt, you’re going to love what it does to your tiny ass.”

“Please, don’t. Can’t you leave me one virgin hole to give my boyfriend?”

“Too bad, bitch. You should have thought of that before you came in here.” As he spoke, the man began rubbing his hardon up and down between her cheeks. Amy couldn’t believe what was about to happen: she was about to lose all three of her virginities to one man, a complete stranger. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, but still she fought it.

“Oh God, no. Don’t do it. I can’t take it!”

“Of course you can, whore. Just watch,” and the man began to push the head of his cock against her puckered hole. At first he couldn’t make any headway. Her ass was just too tight. But he pushed harder, and gradually her ass began to spread and his cockhead inched slowly into her back door. Pain lanced through Amy’s ass and she cried out, but at the same time another wave of lust, even more depraved than before, washed through her pussy.

“Yesss,” she thought. “Yes, force it in. Hurt that bitch hole. Jam your cock in me. Use me. Do anything you want to me. Fuck my ass. Rape it. Do it now!”

As if he could read her mind, the man suddenly shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock all the way up her ass in a single thrust. Amy cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her ass felt stretched impossibly wide. She imagined how she must look: bent over a workbench, her hands cuffed behind her back, her nipples pierced and the rings clipped to the bench, and a man mounting her from behind. The image made her gasp in lust.

The huge cock throbbed in her tiny, stretched ass. Pain shot through her. Excitement filled her. She pushed back against the invading cock as hard as she could, forcing it deeper into her violated ass. When the man saw what she was trying to do, he began to pound even more brutally into her tiny hole, and Amy moaned into the gag and tilted her hips back as she struggled to help him rape her. The man grunted and began to cum into her ass. Amy felt his cum squirting into her. She felt more completed violated than she had ever imagined, and the thought, combined with the raw pain, and a deeper, sharper, more humiliating pleasure, made her begin to cum, too.

When he had finished pumping his load into her abused ass, the man pulled out. He walked around in front of Amy. His cock hung, thick and glistening, in front of her.

“Clean me off, slut.”

Amy was still breathing heavily from her orgasm. “How?” she managed to whisper.

“With your mouth, of course.”

Amy found herself opening her mouth. Why didn’t she fight him as she had fought him before? How could she be willingly taking his filthy cock into her mouth? She didn’t have time to think about it for long. The man shoved his cock deep into her mouth, and she began to suck and to roll her tongue over the hard flesh. The bitter taste gagged her, but it excited her, too, almost more than anything else he had done to her. This was the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate expression of what she had become. She was sucking on the cock that had just raped her up the ass. She swirled her tongue and bobbed her head over his cock, carefully sucking and cleaning every inch. He had finally and completely taught her what she was made for. Or so she thought.

When she had finished, the man pulled his cock from her mouth. “Open your mouth again, sweet girl.” He held something in his hand. Obediently, she opened her mouth. He push a ring gag between her lips and tied it in place with a strap around her head. What was this for? Amy wondered. Hadn’t she just proven to him that he had broken her, that she would do anything he said? And hadn’t he just cum. What more could he want?

He unclipped her nipples and dragged her over to a stool. He bent her over it on her back. Her head hung back over the edge, a couple of feet off the ground. He pulled her bound wrists under the stool and tied them there. Then he tied her legs so they were spread wide open. He slid his belt free of the loops around his waist. She looked up at him fearfully.

“Now I’m going to teach you more about what a girl is made for,” he said. He doubled the belt in one had and smacked the leather against his other with a loud crack. Amy shuddered in fear, but again her body betrayed her, and her sore, raped pussy began to throb once more with excitement. He could do anything he wanted to her, and he was going to.

“But first, I think we need to find something for that sweet mouth to do. It’s too talented not to be used.” He walked out of her field of vision and she heard a door open. Then she heard voices. The man came back into the room, and Amy gasped as well as she could around the ring gag. With the man came another man. What can he be thinking? Amy wondered frantically.

She didn’t wonder long. “I’d like you to meet my partner. We share all the profits from this business, and right now, sweet cheeks, that means you.”

The second man grinned as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, he simply walked over to Amy and straddled her face. His cock rubbed against her face and began to grow. Amy shook her head in disbelief, but the motion simply made the man’s cock grow even bigger and harder. It was enormous, at least as big as the first man’s, and soon the entire hard length was rubbing back and forth over Amy’s face. She tried to cry out, to beg the man to stop, but the ring gag kept her from doing anything but moaning.

And she was moaning, Amy realized. Moaning with desire. The feeling of the stranger’s thick cock on her face was turning her on. She couldn’t believe it. Yet she couldn’t deny the feeling. It was overwhelming: she wanted the cock between her lips; she wanted to taste it, to feel it forcing its way down her throat as the first man’s cock had. She wanted to choke on it and gag and lick it with her tongue and make it feel good. She wanted to be forced to admit that this is what her mouth was made for: to pleasure a cock. Any cock. Amy moaned again.

The man began to press his crotch against her face, his cock rubbing over her cheeks and nose. Then it found the hole made by the ring gag, and as the man felt it’s cock sliding into the hole, he lunged forward. The ring gag forced Amy’s mouth wide open. There was no resistance. The cock surged down her throat in a single thrust. Amy gagged, and the man began to hump her face.

The man smiled as he watched the helpless freshman girl bound naked on her back over a stool with his friend mounting her face, plunging his hard cock deep into her throat. The girl’s legs were tied wide apart displaying her freshly tattooed pussy. The man rubbed his belt against her gash. It was soaking wet. He smacked the girl’s pussy sharply with the belt and she squealed around the cock in her mouth. The man smacked her cunt again, and then again, each time harder than the last. Amy screamed and choked, her pussy burning under the leather belt. But she also felt herself getting wetter and wetter as the man whipped her pussy. She moaned and gagged, and the sensation seemed to drive the stranger wild. He began thrusting harder and deeper into her open mouth. Amy felt herself going lightheaded. Her groin was on fire, building toward another orgasm.

Then the stranger began to cum. Amy felt him pump his cum into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and choked, and cum ran out of the corners of her mouth, but most of it forced its way down her throat and she swallowed it. The taste was strange but exciting, different than the first man’s. She hadn’t realized that each man would have a distinct taste to his cum. The tattoo artist beat her cunt again, and she came: a blinding orgasm that left her panting as if she would never catch her breath again. The stranger’s cock slid out of her mouth. Her face was covered in a mixture of cum from the two men.

Slowly the man untied her. She was sore and stiff all over, and she was so weak she could barely stand. But she had never felt more alive. She knew she had discovered something about herself. She knew she would never tell her boyfriend or the police what had happened. She realized it had been exactly what she had been wanting, but had been afraid to admit to herself. She had truly been made into a sex toy, a plaything for this man, who could do anything he wanted to her, and had. She couldn’t find her panties, so she pulled on her jeans over her bare, tattooed crotch. The seam of the jeans rubbed against her sore, swollen pussy. Her cotton shirt rubbed against her freshly pierced nipples, the rings standing out prominently through the thin cotton. As she stumbled out the door, she actually thanked the men.

“Come back anytime, little girl,” he said with a grin. “We’ll be waiting. And if you let us know ahead of time, we can even invite some of our friends.

Amy grimaced, but knew that, unless her boyfriend could pick up where this man had left of, she just might.