Chapter 30 - Arlene Part 9
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Section 9 - My First Atrocity
I'm not sure this chapter is going to make sense. I was so fucked up on drugs
I'm not certain what parts actually happened and what parts were due to the
Alice In Wonderland effect you get from ingesting mind-altering chemicals.
During the atrocity, I was on a heavy dose of crank plus other drugs (Ecstasy,
OxyContin, etc). Kurt provided those. Later I was smoking some great weed that
Terry brought in from Vancouver, BC. It was a new hydroponics product. Terry
told me they're altering the plant's DNA to increase the THC by a factor of
twenty. If the Canadians keep at it, marijuana will be the only drug you need.
Twelve joints would get you through a year. So, while my recollections might not
be completely accurate, it's main points are correct.
There was also a little coke in my bloodstream. When Kurt first got to The
Side Car, he hauled me outback for a "Hum & Coke". That's when Arlene coats her
lips and lining of her mouth with cocaine, very pure cocaine, and gives her
lover boy a blow job while he leans against the wall and talks on his cell
phone. The Coke sensitizes the cock's skin and produces a mind-blowing orgasm.
I've dumped a little nose candy in my cunt a few times before Gina screwed me
with a strap on. It does work. If you're not afraid of going to jail for the
rest of your life, give it a try.
So after Kurt unceremoniously pulled me away from the bar and out the back
door, I got down on my knees right beside the dumpster (God did it reek.) rubbed
coke over my lips and gums and proceeded to suck his dick. He leaned back
against the wall and took a call. I do remember that during the call, I did some
excellent ball sucking while my finger tickled his butthole and that occasioned
Kurt to moan into the receiver. To give you an idea of how romantic life with
Kurt was, I'll recount our end of the conversation. Keep in mind, I had no idea
who he was talking to and I knew not to ask.
"No, nothing special, Arlene's giving me a 'Hum & Coke'. That's right, bitch,
work those balls and tickle my shitter."
"Yea, she's good."
"Well, next time you're out here, she'll do you. Just remind me."
"No, Arlene, she's a whore, just tell her what you want, she'll do anything."
"She'll do that."
"She will if I tell her to."
"That too, you want me to ask, Okay?"
"Arlene, Kyle wants to know if he brings Charlene to my place, will you two
suck a turd out of each other's ass."
"Sure, tell him to bring a plastic sheet," was my response.
I was one hundred percent hard core Pagan, no doubt of it.
I'm not using drugs as an excuse for what I did. I'm just saying it makes it
hard to precisely remember what happened and in what order. The point of this
section is that now that I was a full-fledged Pagan girl, I started acting like
one even though I was supposedly working undercover for the Manchester Union. I
once saw a movie where a cop who's gone undercover as a drug dealer gets caught
up in the excitement of the drugs, girls, money, etc and really become a drug
dealer. That was what happened to me. In terms of behavior, I acted the same as
any other strung out Pagan girl.
The bottom line is I liked being a Pagan regardless of my reasons for becoming
one. If I could, I'd still be hanging out with the bunch from The Side Car. I'd
still be fucking my brains out, doing drugs, and occasionally committing crimes
against society. Admittedly, I got off on it. Wouldn't just about anybody, if
they thought they could get away with it?
All right, enough psychobabble let me tell the story.
This happened about a month after I was initiated. It was a Saturday night at
The Sidecar and there was the regular crowd of Pagans drinking beer and playing
grab ass with me and the other Pagan girls. Everyone seemed kind of bored and
that usually meant they were up for anything. If nothing turned up, they'd fight
among themselves. Pagans can stand anything but ennui.
Of course, the men could always fuck us but there wasn't a Pagan in the room
that hadn't already been inside my three holes on more occasions than I could
remember. My 'new' and that of the other Pagan girls had definitely worn off.
After you screwed every man (and woman) in the room a dozen times, the
thirteenth time looses its mystery.
I was sitting at the bar drinking a beer having just ingested a large quantity
of crank which made me feel edgy, energetic and nervous as a whore in
confession. Crank, Pagans, and having nothing to do is a situation desperately
seeking trouble.
Kurt was seated beside me. He was in one of his 'don't talk to me moods',
sipping his beer and staring straight ahead at his reflection in the mirror. I
used to think he would look at himself in the glass and ask questions like "Am I
psychotic enough to earn Ted Bundy's respect?" or "Would Hannibal Lechter
consider me a soul mate?" or "Why does Hitler get such a bad rap?"
The "Hum & Coke" had got me to feeling a little randy and I was hoping he and
the other Pagans would get in the mood for sex. I chatted with Gina and Doris in
the Ladies Room and we all agreed we were horny and if the guys weren't willing,
we'd go over to Doris's place later and play with her collection of strap ons
and dildos.
Breaking the near dead silence, Kurt's cell phone played that 'Dixie' ring he
thought was so damn cool. He answered, spoke a few muffled words and hung up.
"Serge and Terry got a situation at the garage. SUV full of rich high school
girls broke down on the way to a party. Terry towed them to his place. Serge
offered them some party favors and now they're ready to play."
"What'd Serge give them?" I asked.
"Ecstasy, crystal, and a little PCP, he's got them smoking now to keep them
mellow till we arrive."
"What the hell can you do with high school girls?" I blurted out like an
idiot. It really was a stupid question. Humiliation, rape, sodomy, bestiality,
torture, mutilation, even murder, those are all on the Pagan's extensive menu of
possibilities. Oh, let's not leave out scat since I had earlier agreed to eat a
turd out of a woman's ass that I didn't even know.
"Let's go," Kurt said as he stood up ignoring my dumb question. Then he
whispered something to Reno who quickly passed among the Pagans telling them we
were headed to Terry's Automotive Shop. I found myself in a group of 30 Harleys
heading down the road traveling far beyond the speed limit and too fucked up
with dope to be anything but a potential organ donor. There's nothing like a
high-speed ride along a dark highway with you head full of crank. You push
everything to the limit, one hundred to one twenty. Trees loom out of the dark
begging you to crash into them. There are times when you're racing along on your
Harley in the midst of the Pagans and you think, "It can't get any better than
this."
When we arrived, there were Terry and Serge sitting on the dirty leather sofas
with six young girls. Young meaning three were fifteen and three were sixteen as
I eventually learned. They were all smoking weed and looked shit-faced. Several
bongs were lit and being passed around. You could tell the girls thought they
were so cool hanging out with badass bikers. These were well-scrubbed girls from
suburbia who'd just made a big mistake and were too dumb to realize it.
If they hadn't been out of it, they might have paid more attention to the
arrival of twenty-five male and five female Pagans. Drugs do impair the
judgment. The girls were dressed in low rider jeans and belly shirts. They were
mostly pretty. You could tell from their carefully matched clothes, perfect
teeth, salon styled hair, and expensive watches that these girls weren't poor.
There was an element of class envy involved in being a Pagan. Most Pagans came
from a working class background. Some were basically white trash. I say "most"
because there were a few lawyers and CPA's who rode on weekends and weren't
hurting for cash. Let's just say that if you gave a Pagan a choice between
humiliating and raping a poor girl and a rich one, he'd choose the rich one. The
Pagans were always engaged in their own version of class warfare.
One of the girls, whose name was Doreen was downright gorgeous. Blonde with
nice tits and a good figure, Doreen was also a grade A bitch. Doreen turned out
to be the kind of popular high school queen who'd shit all over me when I was at
East Manchester High School. I admit to enjoying what we did to Doreen and her
friends. Terry introduced them as Doreen, Christine, Fredericka, Bethany, Cindy,
and Karen. It's amazing I remember that after all these years.
They lived in Concord, NH, went to the same high school and were on their way
to Boston to party when their Cadillac Escalade quit right after they crossed
the Massachusetts border. They called AAA and Terry's Automotive was dispatched.
Terry and Serge were young and good looking if you liked them rugged. But it was
the drugs that really got the girls off and running.
Kurt being the leader sat down on one side of Doreen and me being Kurt's girl
of the moment sat on the other side. Doreen passed me the water pipe loaded with
Canadian hash and introduced herself.
"Are you friends of Terry's?" asked Doreen as she lay back on the couch
obviously stoned out of her mind. She sported a cute little diamond navel ring.
Somehow that got ripped out during the course of the evening.
On several occasions, I'd fucked Terry which I guess makes us friends but I
was playing it cool, not wanting to piss off Kurt, I said, "Yea, I'm Arlene,
we're all good friends of Terry's."
"You got some great tats. Are those butterflies?" Doreen was looking at the
tops of my boobs that showed the tip of the butterfly wings. Some women look at
other women in a way that sends out a loud signal saying, "I like girls too".
The stoned Doreen instantly communicated that she wanted to be my bitch.
I was wearing a leather vest and it was loosely fastened. You couldn't see
everything, just half of everything. The six girls were definitely under the
influence. The weed contained enough THC to knock the Attorney General on his
ass. It had me flying high in a couple of puffs.
"Thanks, you want to see them?" I was very proud of Earl's skin art. My
tattoos were far better quality than average. Some of the Pagans had the type of
crude tattoos you get in prison. Others were just not done as well as mine. I
had come to realize that Earl was an artist with that needle and I owed Aunt
Carol a debt of thanks for taking me to his place.
"Sure." I stood up and removed my vest. The Pagans applauded and whistled. I
arched my back to push my boobs out so everyone could see. Pagan girls are
always ready to show the world some tit.
I walked up and down in front of the couches and gave the six girls the front
and back view. Of course, the Pagans there had seen it all before.
"They're beautiful. If I get inked, my parents announced they would ground me
until I graduated college," said Christine, the skinniest of the group.
"Become a Pagan and you can tell your parents to fuck off," offered Gina
standing up and stripping off her leather vest to let the girls take a close
look at the lighting bolt tattoos that crossed her jumbo sized knockers.
Doris, and the two other Pagan girls stood up and pulled their tops off. They
were all inked pretty heavily. The six high school girls appeared very envious
of our skin art. I'd only gotten inked because I wanted to go undercover with
the Pagans. One day I planned to have them burned off. However, I had gotten
used to being heavily tattooed and I liked its effect on men. Even guys who are
well off and wear a suit to work think tattoos on women are sexy. Men take one
look at a girl's tattoos and get hard.
"Show us your tattoos," said Serge.
"I have a small rose on my butt. I got it in Florida," announced Doreen.
"You girls take your tops off, we don't want to be the only ones showing our
tits," announced Gina in a challenging tone. The imminent possibility of raping
six young girls had the Pagans excited. The sexual tension was growing second by
second. The guys were practically licking their lips as they thought about what
they were going to do with the six femmes.
"We don't have any tattoos on our boobs," replied Christine wistfully.
Christine was also wearing a belly button ring that got ripped off.
Christine had just turned sixteen and her daddy who happened to own banks in
Durham and Concord leased the Cadillac Escalade SUV parked into one of the
repair bays at the garage. The problem turned out to be a vapor lock that Terry
had already cleared.
"Prove it, show us your tits, Christine, you're sixteen now," shouted Doreen.
I could tell that Doreen was the group's instigator. She was also their leader.
"Tits, hell, lets see the birthday girl in her birthday suit," shouted Reno as
he jumped up and pulled Christine to her feet. One of the other Pagans (I think
his name was Greg) grabbed her tank top and pulled it over her head. Underneath
was a very pretty and expensive looking lace bra that covered some very small
but nicely shaped boobs. Reno held Christine's arms in the air as Greg unsnapped
the bra and whipped it off. Christine's breasts were quite small. Someone looked
at the tag and shouted '32A'. That caused everyone to laugh including her five
friends. Teenagers today are merciless. Christine would have been humiliated out
of her mind but she was too busy trying to keep Greg from pulling down her
jeans. Thong panties and jeans came down exposing her pussy to the crowd. It was
shaved except for a tiny rattail down the center. The Pagans considered that a
landing strip for their cocks. Christine was busily shouting thing like "No",
"Stop it," or "Help" to be embarrassed. Doris helped the guys by pulling
Christine's shoes off so they could slip her tight jeans and panty down. You had
to hand it to the Pagans, inside of three minutes; they had one girl naked.
Doris started passing the Christine's thong panties around. They were handed
from Pagan to Pagan each one taking a deep and loud sniff of the crotch.
Christine sat back down on the couch and took another hit from the bong. I
couldn't quite figure out whether the drugs had completely fucked these girls's
sense of peril or they were just stupid.
Little naked Christine was seated on the couch between Greg and Reno. They
casually each grabbed one of her feet and pulled her legs apart. Greg embraced
Christine and kissed her while we all watched. Reno joined in and little
Christine had two Pagans feeding her tongue in the corners of her mouth. They
were playing with her tits, pulling on the nipples.
I shouldn't have been surprised but she kissed Greg and Reno back. Terry had
helpfully provided the girls with Ecstasy. Their friendliness and willingness to
be fondled was chemically motivated. As for the Pagans, we were all on Crank and
that meant we were not listening to our good fairy.
"Ask her if she's a virgin?" yelled Doreen who had allowed Kurt's hand to slip
under her shirt and fondle her tits. I followed Kurt's example and unzipped
Doreen's jeans and slipped my hand inside. I pushed in underneath her panties so
that my hand cupped her warm little pussy. Doreen acted totally oblivious of
that fact that Kurt and I were groping the hell out of her.
"That's nobody's business," replied Christine who was getting a little pissed
that Doreen was making her the center of the Pagan's attention.
"She fucked my younger brother, Billy and his buddy Larry, they're only
thirteen and dorks," blurted out Doreen.
Doreen had a mean streak. That sort of thing appealed to the Pagans.
"You got me drunk and let them fuck me after I passed out, you're such a bitch
Doreen," cried Christine seemingly more upset about her past encounter with two
thirteen year olds versus her imminent date with thirty bikers. I have to point
out that Greg and Reno was busy kissing little Christine, playing with her tits,
and had advanced to sticking their fingers into her vagina. Greg was stroking
her clit while Reno was pushing a finger into her cunt. Christine had started to
make little moaning sounds. Both guys had one finger in her cunt opening her up
as they worked her clit.
The other girls were being stripped. There was an attractive buxom brunette
named Fredericka bent over the back of one of the couches. Two Pagans were
pulling her tight jeans and thong panty off. Her well-tanned butt was facing me.
One of the guys had parted her cheeks and was taking long slow licks across her
asshole.
Pagans were pulling them to their feet, taking their clothes off and dumping
them back on the sofas. Kurt had one of Doreen's boobs in his hand and was
pinching and twisting her nipple. You could tell Doreen liked what Kurt was
doing to her. At least she liked it well enough not to protest.
I sensed the Pagans were through with the foreplay. It was time to get
serious. We came there to rape those girls and there wasn't any point in
waiting. Kurt and I stood Doreen up to strip her. Surprisingly, she kept
telling us about Christine. I was thinking that after tonight what happened
between Christine and Doreen's brother and his friend would seem like next to
nothing. Christie kept talking as I pushed her shirt up under her armpits.
"I used my new digital camera. I've got close-ups of her sucking Billy's cock
and Larry fucking her, then Billy shot his jism all over her face, You should
have seen the way she licked it off her lips. I got a good close-up of that, She
licked it off, the cunt," said Doreen not paying any attention to the fact that
Kurt and I were removing her clothes.
"Enough of this bullshit, time for you girls to pull a train," announced Kurt.
There was nothing subtle about Kurt. He was a cut to the chase kind of man. He
was seated beside a good-looking high school girl and he'd decided it was time
to rape her. Life was often amazingly simple to Kurt Lambert. He reminded me at
times of a shark. See dinner. Kill it. Eat it. Hunt more.
Doreen kept yammering at Christine as she sat down naked once we had pulled
her clothes off. She had a nice body. Doreen had flat muscular abs the kind that
it takes forever in the gym to develop.
I took my jeans off and got naked as did the other Pagan girls. There were now
twelve naked women in the room and twenty-seven horny men. It shouldn't take a
genius to figure out where things were going. Christine was just sitting there
with one leg in Reno's lap and one leg in Greg's. Their mouths were sucking her
nipples and they each had a finger in her pussy. Fredericka and the other three
were in various positions over the couches. The petite brunette girl called
Cindy was down on her knees sucking Godzilla's incredible cock. I concluded that
none of the six were strangers to blowjobs. The Manchester Union in one of their
feature articles intended to prove that liberal Democrats had corrupted the
nation reported that eleven year olds were holding oral sex parties. I guess
sucking dick and eating pussy has moved from high school to middle school.
"You're wet as rain. We're going to fuck you, Christine," asked Reno pulling a
glistening finger out of Christine's twat and sticking it in her mouth.
"You got to use protection. I'm not on the pill, I don't want to get
pregnant," said Christine.
"Don't worry, honey, you can call him Reno Junior when he pops out of here,"
said Reno as she pushed a couple of fingers inside Christine causing her to moan
loudly. Greg was sucking Christie's nipples and he wasn't being gentle about it.
Chewing would be a more accurate term.
"Look at that zicker, all ready to party," said Greg taking his mouth away
from Christine's breast and showing everyone the wet extended nipple that looked
a little raw.
"God, Christine, you are such a slut, I hope they fuck you right here while we
all watch," said Doreen who did not realize the Pagans were an equal opportunity
rape organization and did not intend to discriminate against her and the others
beside little Christine.
The six high school girls, in spite of the drugs, seemed to have arrived at
the point they kind of understood that something bad was about to happen.
Sitting there naked with tattooed bikers playing with their tits and finger
fucking their pussies would probably have signaled most sixteen year old girls
that they were about to get gangbanged but this bunch seemed almost retarded.
As the leader, Kurt took on the responsibility for getting the party started.
Kurt stood up, pulled Doreen up by her hair and slapped her across the face
twice. It was two hard bitch slaps that left Doreen with a split lip and a
trickle of blood leaking from one nostril. It got very quiet for a moment, then
Reno spoke to Christine, "I'm going first with you. I'm going to fuck your
little pussy and it's going to be nothing like a thirteen year old boy's cock."
In spite of all that was happening, I don't think those six girls fully
realized until that moment that the thirty Pagans in the room were not there for
polite conversation or to give then free drugs. It must have been the effect of
the dope.
"If Christine's SUV is fixed, we need to go," announced Doreen wiping the
blood off her nostril. What the fuck was this dumb high schoolgirl thinking?
That was one of the most pointless statement's I'd heard in years. These girls
were going to be fucked in every hole they possessed by the New England Pagans
Motorcycle Club. God, some people are slow on the uptake.
At that moment, it would have taken a platoon of heavily armed Marines to get
those girls out of the garage without being raped. They had been stripped naked.
There were already a dozen Pagans with their cocks out jerking themselves hard.
Christine was being finger fucked.
"Open up and start sucking, bitch" said the Pagan pushing his cock between
Fredericka lips as another Pagan worked his cock into her vagina.
Doreen stood up and grabbed for her clothes. I jumped up and slammed my fist
into her chin. That sent her reeling backing into Kurt's arms. He turned her
around and took her nipples in his hands and locked that steel grip of his on
her buds. I'd been there before and my tits had the bruises to prove it. Kurt
slowly pulled Doreen up by her nipples until only her toes were touching the
floor. She kept twisting and trying to get her nipples free but Kurt just pulled
harder and higher. Doreen burst into tears. Kurt made one last pull and lifted
the girl off the ground by her buds. My nipples started to hurt from just
watching.
"You ready to get fucked or you just want to hang there?" asked Kurt in a
voice that made you wonder if that was what Ted Bundy said to his victims right
before he went to work on them.
"Just let me down, I'll do what you say," whined Doreen as she gave in to the
inevitable. I didn't think this was going to be Doreen's first fuck but it was
going to be one she wouldn't forget.
Kurt held Doreen's arms while I kicked her legs apart and pushed several
fingers into her cunt. I wasn't gentle as I forced my way inside her hole. I
discovered she was my kind of whore. She was already wet.
"She's wet as a street whore, let's fuck the bitch," I said. Her pussy was
dripping and that make me think that there was something about being lifted off
the ground by your nipples that appealed to our little high school girl.
Around me, I heard other hard slaps being delivered. Girls were crying and
pleading. I heard several of them scream, "don't" or "stop". There were more
slaps and then the sounds of girls grunting or breathing heavy as hard cock were
forced into pussies. There were a few loud squeals and cries of "not in my butt"
or "that hurts, it's too big to go in there," indicating that rectums were being
invaded. Most Pagans swear that anal is the only way to go when you're raping
someone. "You need to make it hurt or it's not really rape," was how they
thought about it. All the blows and slaps were probably not necessary. It was
just the Pagan way of making it interesting.
"Sit on the back of the couch so she can eat you," said Kurt to me as he
forced Doreen face down on the couch.
I spread my legs and Kurt pushed Doreen's face into my cunt using a handful of
her hair as a handle. Doreen was on all fours with her face resting against my
cunt and Kurt busily working his cock into her dog style. Doreen was no virgin
but she hadn't been fucked by anything approaching Kurt's nine-inch monster. I
could tell from the expression on her face, that it was painfully forcing it's
way where no prick had ever been before.
Doreen was making little squeaks each time Kurt forced another inch or two
deeper inside her female parts. Her face was screwed up in pain and she was
biting down on her split lip. I realized then that Doreen's pain was turning me
on. I slipped a finger into my own cunt and was I dripping girl lube.
"When you feel his balls slap against you that mean's my boyfriend's cock's
all the way inside your uterus," I whispered to Doreen as she withstood the hard
pounding that Kurt's man pole was giving her cunt.
I looked around. Combinations of men and women were raping the other five
girls. Reno was sitting beside me on the back of the couch. Christine was
between his legs sucking his cock while his friend, Greg, was fucking her dog
style. Doreen wasn't doing anything to me with her mouth. She was crying and
begging Kurt to take his fingers out of her ass.
"It's hurting me, I'm bleeding, please stop," were the words she used. What
she didn't realize was that kind of pleading served as an aphrodisiac to a
Pagan. If she'd had known Kurt better, she would have understood that nothing
made his dick harder than a woman begging him not to fuck her. I was pissed I
wasn't getting any action. I grabbed Doreen head by her ears and jerked her face
up.
"Eat me, Doreen, or I'll cut your ears off. You won't be all that pretty
without ears."
I had no idea whether Doreen had ever had sex with a girl before and frankly I
didn't care. She was a pretty girl and pretty girls know that they're valued
because of their looks. Threaten a pretty woman with disfigurement and they'll
do anything. It was my first rape and I enjoyed it. Doreen started to lick me.
I could see her tongue was coming away with a sizeable gob of my pussy juice
each time she passed her tongue over my open hole.
"That's right, you eat me and swallow my juice, maybe later I'll eat you. I
hope you like it up your ass because we plan on doing all your holes," I said.
Kurt was slamming Doreen's face into my cunt as he fucked her. Doreen made a
yammering sound when Kurt forced another finger in her asshole. Reno was playing
with my tits while Doreen munched my rug. I experienced my first orgasm as a
rapist. Given there were only six girls and over thirty of us, each girl was
doing double or triple duty and there were lines of guys stroking their meat
waiting their turn. As soon as Kurt finished in Doreen, another Pagan stepped up
and entered her. There was something erotic about a woman eating you while she's
repeatedly raped. The next Pagan who attacked Doreen was Abe and that bastard
always carried a tube of K-Y jelly. He lubricated her asshole while he fucked
her pussy. He used his fingers to open her up. Then she switched that eight-inch
cock to her ass. Doreen looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"He's hurting me. I've never done anal. I can't stand the pain."
"Quit whining, honey, it won't do any good, relax your asshole, after you've
been fucked fifteen tines in your little shithole, you won't notice a thing."
Man was I getting into this gang rape thing.
One of the girls, Bethany, was a screamer. She was yelling at the top of her
lungs for us to stop raping them. Serge grabbed her by the throat and squeezed.
That stopped the yelling
"Shut the fuck up, you're getting on my nerves," said Serge as he slammed her
against the wall. "If you keep yelling, I'm going to cut your tongue out." He
pulled out a K-bar to show that he was sincere. When he released her, she
slumped to the floor. A couple of Pagans threw her across the couch and started
fucking her. She didn't make a sound.
We raped the girls for hours. At a point where the guys were taking a break,
Gina handed out the leather harnesses that hold a strap on cock. My snap on tool
was a solid thirteen inches of latex with a big mushroom head. It actually
didn't look normal. Knowing Gina, the dildo was intended to cause as much pain
as pleasure.
I connected it to the harness and two minutes later I was pumping into the
cunt of the red headed girl Bethany who had been such a screamer. Apparently,
she's learned her lesson about keeping quiet. Each time I shoved it inside her
womb she bit down on her hand to stifle a scream then grunted and let out a
pitiful moan. One of the Pagans was holding her legs back over her head and
making her suck his dick.
"Put it in her ass," said the Pagan holding her legs.
She was already opened up, having been fucked numerous times in her butt hole
so it wasn't a problem to get started. I slipped the mushroom head inside her
anal ring. Her eyes popped open as she realized what was about to happen. I dug
my toes in the ground and lunged forward burying all thirteen inches in her shit
hole. She started crying and begging me to take it out. I kept at it until I
wore out. When I pulled it out, it was covered in blood and there was a
spoon-sized piece of her shit on the end. I climbed up and placed the dildo on
her lips.
"Eat your shit off that," I commanded. I was out of control. I felt like my
mind had slipped over the edge. I reached a certain point and then gone beyond
it. It was intense and I was enjoying what we were doing to those girls.
Bethany was too terrified to do anything but open up. I swiped the dildo
across her tongue leaving a quarter size deposit of brown turd.
"Now chew it up and swallow it," I commanded.
Bethany made a face as she ate some of her own shit. She did manage to get it
down. I gave her a deep tongue kiss when I saw her swallow. I was out of my
dope-crazed mind. I could taste her shit. We swirled tongues together sharing
the odor and taste.
As I said before, crank makes you like the Energizer bunny so we kept on
raping and abusing those girls for hours. At some point, I was on my back with a
line of Pagans waiting to fuck me. I was between Doreen and a little skinny
brunette named Cindy who had reached the point where she had altered her mindset
about what was being done to her. Cindy's body went into high gear each time a
Pagan stuck his rod in her snatch. Something in that little darling's mind had
snapped and she had developed a serious craving for being rapped. Every time a
Pagan finished, she immediately looked around yelling, "Who's next? I need a
fuck, somebody fuck me now, please."
I passed out somewhere along the line, too much dope, pussy, and cock. I was
lying in a pile of naked bodies when somebody grabbed my arm. It was Kurt
hauling me roughly to my feet.
"Get Gina and Doris and the other Pagan girls up. Take these cunts into the
wash bay. Reno wants to make a piss love video. Make then kneel down in a circle
and we'll piss in their mouths. After that, you girls use the hoses to clean
them out. Assholes, pussies, make sure none of our DNA is in them."
I noted at the time that Pagans definitely believed that cleaning up was
women's work. I never saw a Pagan turn his hand at anything that smacked of
cleaning and that included washing semen out of the rapped pussies and assholes
of their victims.
I managed to get Doris and Gina to their feet. Janet was too fucked up to
stand so I just let her lay there. Participating in gang rapes must be tiring
when you're older. I filed that away for future reference. Gina and Doris were
still pretty zonked but Kurt handed them some Crank to make them alert.
When we hauled little Christine to her feet, we realized there was a problem.
Some joker had stuck beer cans in Christine's cunt and asshole while she slept.
I wondered if it was her good friend Doreen. The girl was moaning and begging us
to help her extract them. They must have hurt like hell. I tried to get my
fingers around the one in her ass but only managed to bury it deeper inside her
rectum. The poor girl was in agony. For a few minutes, I thought that Christine
was going to have to make a trip to the hospital emergency room to have them
surgically extracted.
Doreen, always the bitch, grabbed one of the camcorders that the Pagans had
been using to document the gang rape and filmed Christine's can filled
apertures. Fortunately, Terry showed up with some sort of tool that punctured a
whole in the lid. Beer spewed out through the hole. Terry, who was very good
with tools, slipped something through the hole that worked like one of those
molly bolts I used to hang pictures on the drywall in my apartment. It allowed
the cans to be slowly pulled free. I clamped my hands over Christine's mouth so
her screams didn't wake the dead. I suppose it hurts to have a beer can pulled
out of your vagina and rectum. It certainly looked painful. There was the hiss
of a vacuum being filled as each can exited. I made a mental note never to pass
out again while the Pagans were around. The guys though it was hysterical the
way she was begging us to get the cans out of her. Never say the Pagans don't
have a sense of humor.
Christine was sobbing as she rubbed her pussy and asshole. She was crying that
she'd never be able to have children and that we had destroyed her capability to
be a mother. Like the Pagans gave a shit. Actually, they did have a thing for
pregnant women. They thought a huge belly and tits full of milk were almost as
sexy as a new Harley but that's another story.
I did a quick examination of Christine's anus and vagina. I suppose that after
a decent interval, they'd return to normal but the poor girl had been lying
there at least a couple of hours being stretched out. Her butt hole was the size
of a beer can and her cunt looked like you could put a grapefruit in it.
"Nobody's got a cock big enough to fill your holes, Chrissie," announced the
ever-supportive Doreen. That pissed me off so I punched Doreen in the gut then
pushed her over the back of the couch as I yelled for Gina and Doris to hold
her. They spread her legs as I pushed my fist inside Doreen's cunt all the way
to my elbow. When I got my arm inside as far as it would go, I made a fist and
delivered half dozen punches to Doreen's womb. Gina held her hand over Doreen
mouth to keep her from screaming. Doreen passed out after the sixth punch
slammed into her baby holder. Doris brought her back awake with a popper.
"Hurry up," yelled Kurt, "It's getting light outside."
We slapped the other no longer innocent high schoolers awake. I couldn't get
Cindy to stay upright so I went to work on her delivering a series of hard slaps
that left her noise and mouth bleeding. Ever the drug distributor, Kurt walked
down the line, showing a dose of Crank in each girl's mouth. After a moment,
they were all alert and possibly ready for another gang rape. Little Cindy
didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She made some comment about putting all
of us in jail.
"My daddy's a judge. You'll never get out of jail for what you did to us,"
screamed Cindy who had only hours ago been demanding that another Pagan
immediately fill any of her holes that had become empty. Now, it is a big
mistake to threaten the Pagans. It's smarter to kill them right on the spot than
tell them you intend to pay them back in the future. Kurt had heard Cindy's
threat.
"Bring the little bitch over here," said Kurt as he walked over to the wall of
the auto shop and grabbed a rubber mallet off a metal table. I think it was a
tool they used for putting hubcaps on. Serge and Reno dragged the unwilling and
naked Cindy over to the table where Kurt stood. Everyone had gotten quiet. The
Pagans sensed that something interesting was going to happen.
"Hold her so her tits are on the table," ordered Kurt. Serge put his knee in
Cindy's back while he pulled her arms straight back behind her. Reno grabbed her
hair and pulled her head back to keep it out of the way. I'd followed them over
to see what Kurt was going to do. Cindy's boobs were laid out on the top of the
metal worktable. Cindy had nice tits. They looked to be about a C-cup. They were
a little red and bruised from all the action they'd got in the last six hours.
Kurt, the creative sadist, slammed the rubber mallet right onto the end of
Cindy's boob. My breast twitched in sympathy like it could feel the pain that
Cindy must have felt. Serge and Reno let Cindy drop to the floor where the poor
girl grabbed her breast and screamed like a banshee while she rolled around on
the floor. God I can only imagine how that hurt. A woman's breasts are
sensitive. Cindy was having a conniption on the concrete floor of the garage.
She was holding the injured tit in her hands and screaming in pain while she
rolled from side to side.
"Let her scream, when she stops, we'd do the other one, " stated Kurt matter
of factly. God was he a cold bastard but I loved him every minute that cock of
his was inside me.
Cindy did quiet down and start begging Kurt not to do the other breast. She
pleaded that she wouldn't tell anyone especially her father the judge. By the
way, I later learned he was a civil not a criminal judge. It would have been
more logical for her to threaten to sue the Pagans.
"No Mercy" Kurt Lambert had Serge and Reno hold Cindy for one more kiss of the
rubber mallet. I swear he struck harder this time. Cindy flopped like a dying
fish on the floor while everyone watched.
"Anyone else thinking about going to the police?" asked Kurt. Not
surprisingly, our five high schoolers immediately announced that nothing could
have been further than their minds. Kurt had the last word.
"There are three thousand Pagans in New England. If you put any of the Pagans
here in jail, others among the three thousand will hunt you down. One day,
you'll be going to your car and some Pagans will grab you. They'll take you
somewhere and they'll hammer your tits until they're the size of a pizza. Then
they'll cut your fucking throat."
I though the pizza metaphor was rather creative. I instructed Doris to pick
the little bitch Cindy up and take her to the wash bay. Cindy walked carefully
along holding her breasts.
"Are any other of you little whores thinking about going to the police?" I
asked. They were silent.
All right, you can get into the brutality of being a Pagan. You're fucked and
whipped like a dog so you pretty quickly learn to pass it on. I also gave Doreen
a couple of hard bitch slaps when she made some comment I didn't like. Maybe I
just slapped her around because she was young, pretty, and rich. Or maybe
because Kurt thought she was hot and I was jealous. All I can say was that it
felt good to land a solid open palm bitch slap across her face and see her head
twist violently with the force of the blow. Someone handed me a leather belt and
I whipped and drove the six to the wash bay. I pushed Doreen up against the cold
tile wall and belt whipped her ass until my arm got tired. She was blubbering
like a baby when I finished. He butt was stripped almost purple.
Reno had set up his digital camcorder. He made the six of them kneel down
facing the camera. Kurt brought in six Pagans. The girls were either so fucked
up on the dope or so scared they did as they were told without a single
complaint. One by one, Reno filmed each of the young future debutantes holding
their mouth open as multiple streams of yellow Pagan piss arced into their open
kissers. Doreen choked on the first mouthful giving me an excuse to once again
crack the belt across her cherry red ass.
Karen turned out to be a champion piss swallower. Reno made her lay on her
back so he could show how swollen her belly was. I continued my torment of
Doreen by making her swallow the contents of my bladder. Doreen held her mouth
open as I pissed over the top of all that expensive orthodontics on to her pink
tongue.
"Swallow every drop or I'll whip you bloody," was how I put it to Doreen.
I was so cranked up I decided to make a suggestion to the director of our
film project.
"Let's end with a little scat," I said to Reno.
"What have you got in mind?" he asked.
"Let's have Doreen eat a warm one out of my ass."
"Can you make her do that?"
"Sure, hand me your pliers."
Reno handed me the pair of long nose pliers that hung from his belt. I pushed
Doreen onto her back. I positioned my butt hole over her face.
"Open wide, when the turd appears, wrap your lips around it, chew and
swallow," I commanded.
"Fuck you, that's disgusting, I won't do it, I'll puke," responded Doreen.
"If you do, I'll make you eat your puke, too," I said as I reached down and
positioned the pliers around her clit. Now this girl had probably been raped
around thirty times in the last six hours. Her clit was red, raw, swollen and
sticking out like a ten year old boy's hard on. I'd even sucked and chewed on it
sometime during the evening. I closed the pliers on the young lady's girl love
button and squeezed it flat while reaching back with my other hand to hold her
down. Doreen screamed for all she was worth.
"You want me to rip it off?" I asked extending it a couple of inches.
"No, don't." The thought of a clitectomy with pliers had definitely gained her
attention.
"Well open wide and join the elite world of shit eaters. It'll put you in a
class all your own."
I looked around and saw that Christine and the others weren't exactly minding
what I was doing to their bitch queen. Little Christine was probably thinking
about all those pictures that Doreen had made of her sucking little brother's
cock. I concentrated my thoughts and felt my anal ring distend. I glanced in the
viewfinder. A large brown turd had emerged and was waiting for Doreen's mouth.
"That's going to be a nice one, nice and brown and thick," said Reno who had
the lens focused on the brown turd that had appeared at my opening.
"Oh God, I can't do this," I heard Doreen say. I could feel her breath on my
butt. Again, I positioned my pliers on her clit and squeezed again but not as
hard. Doreen cried out.
"You make me waste a quality turd and I'm going to yank this off you and make
you eat it. Then I'm going to pull your teeth out one by one." I was
re-expressing the disfigurement option. It worked just as it did last time.
"All right, I'll eat it," cried Doreen.
I pushed a little and felt the turd slide out further.
"Now raise your head and wrap your lips around it and chew," whispered Reno.
"God, she's doing it. She's actually eating her shit," said Christine.
"That's fucking incredible, I want a copy of this," said Fredericka.
"So do I, Reno, just let me know what it costs, " said Bethany.
These girls obviously had some group hostility issues they needed to talk
over. I kept pushing my shit out. I could sense Doreen's lips taking it in as I
slowly let it slide out my shit hole. Her mouth was positioned around my anus.
The whole turd was inside her mouth.
"Great scat," said Reno who later sold the video for $1500 to a West Coast
distributor.
"She's swallowing it, look at her throat," whispered Fredericka. People on
crank, PCP, Ecstasy, etc will do fucking anything and that includes eating warm
shit right out of your ass.
After I pushed out several inches that Doreen had dutifully chewed up and
swallowed, I felt something give way and a large dump of loose shit followed the
turd. I focused my abdominal muscles for one final push. I evacuated fourteen
feet of colon with one masterstroke. The sound of loose stool splattering down
filled the wash bay.
"God, look at that, what a dump. She covered her entire head," said Fredericka
with a sense of awe.
When I looked back, there was Doreen's head buried under a pile of my loose
shit. I stood up and placed my foot over her face pushing more loose shit into
her mouth.
"Suck the shit from between my toes and eat it."
Doreen complied taking her tongue and licking between my toes then swallowing
the result.
"That's a wrap. Let's get them cleaned up," announced Kurt from the other side
of the room. I heard Christine whisper to Reno, "I'll give you $500 for a copy
of that."
Doris and I lined the six up against the wall and started the hoses. I made
the girls bend over and spread their cheeks then shoved the nozzle in their
butts and turned the handle. Their butt holes were loosened up enough that
getting the nozzle up their ass was not a problem. I made Doreen beg me before
I stopped filling her up. Reno caught all the action on video. Six young ladies
squatting over a floor grate shitting their brains out was the theme of his
independent film. He probably did not enter it in the Sundance Festival. He
made me clean them out twice more. I filled up each of the girls in turn until
they were begging me to stop the flow. They offered to eat my rug or let some
more guys fuck them if I'd just quit filling their ass with water. Reno made
each one squat over the grate and blow their guts out. It stunk to high heaven
in the wash bay by the time we were done. I washed their pussies out next. That
part was also painful but it was less exciting and less photographic so Reno
didn't waste a lot of effort filming it.
I was finishing up when Kurt and Serge walked into the bay.
"Listen up, cunts, we're sending you home to daddy. But there's a little
package hidden inside your SUV where you'll never find it. It contains just
enough drugs for you to qualify as a dealer. You go to the police to tell about
tonight and we tell the DEA you came here to buy drugs. You also have drugs in
your blood stream that will test positive for the next six months. And don't
forget we've got some video that could post on Web sites if you decide to talk.
If you're smart, you'll keep your mouth shut about tonight. It isn't like any of
you were virgins. Hell, we got video showing just how much you enjoyed getting
pronged tonight."
The Epilogue of this story is that Doreen showed up at The Sidecar next week
looking for Kurt and me. She brought along a whip, a nine-strand flogger, for
me to use on her. I made her strip naked right in the middle of the floor while
everyone watched. Then I hung her from a hook in the ceiling and went to work on
her tits and ass with the flogger she so conveniently provided. Everybody said
it was a great show. After I whipped her naked body bloody (and I mean there was
blood streaming off her body), the Pagans put her on top of a pool table and
fucked her until the place closed. Afterwards, she begged me to take her home
and used her as a toilet slave. There was something in that girl's psyche that
wasn't quite right. All weekend she followed me into the bathroom to swallow my
piss or eat my shit. At first, it was a turn on but after the novelty wore off,
I decided to give her to someone who was more into scat than I was.
Doreen began to hang out with the Pagans on the weekends. I located a Pagan
couple whose thing was dominating young females and forcing them to participate
in scat. It was a match made in hell. The Pagan couple really got off causing
people pain and Doreen really got off being in pain. The last time I saw her was
at a party at one of the Pagan's houses. She had meat skewers stuck in her
breasts and labia. Doreen was seated on the floor eating shit out of a
dog-feeding bowl. She looked real happy.
My Aunt Carol was right. There's something inside even normal ordinary people
that attracts them to the wildness of Pagan life. Somewhere deep down in all of
us is a little Pagan waiting to come out.
