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Comments appreciated. Where should this story go next? Sorry, but this story was not proofread by an editor. Enjoy - Rachel You Here For A Header? By Rachel M. Moore I shook my head for the thousandth time as the images on the screen lit the room in all their glory. I was having a hard time with the realization that the person in the video was actually me, my hands began to shake again. I swallowed hard, trying to keep from throwing up like I had the first time I watched a man I only knew as 'TC' slowly pull the silky panties that covered my ass aside and insert his mammoth cock into my ass. I pressed the stop button on the remote, the scene disappeared from the screen, but it had already been permanently engrained in my mind. I hit rewind, dropped the remote onto the couch and threw the cum encrusted panties from the video at the TV. I couldn't believe I was actually touching them or that I had actually worn them! How could this have happened? Why me? I had asked myself these questions a million times and still no answer came to me. I had replayed the events of that night so many times now I could almost sense TC's cock entering me every time I watched the video. It was almost 4 weeks since that night and they, the people in the video, were now contacting me with outrageous demands. This just couldn't be happening to me, it just couldn't! I should have... I should have gone to the bathroom before leaving the Goddamn wedding is what I should have done! I battled with the events of that night over and over again in my mind and wondered how I could have changed the outcome. My mistake of course was stopping at the rest area just north of Tacoma, along Interstate 5, on my way home to Seattle. But it was really more than that, there was no way I could have made it the fifty or so miles to my apartment if I hadn't relieved myself. I just had to take a piss so fucking bad! So fucking bad! I shook my head slowly, I put myself in this position, my life - would be forever be changed. God, I just couldn't do anything to stop... the memory, the painful details that couldn't be erased. It all unfolded like this... May 18th, 2002 - 10:39 PM I quickly turned the engine off and was out of the car in nothing flat. My pelvis fucking ached! I walked briskly to the rest area bathroom and went inside. The hum of the freeway outside was now hushed in the brightly lit bathroom. I was so focused on the urinals and whipping my cock out that I barely even noticed the two guys at the sinks. Didn't matter, I was pissing like a racehorse and God it felt good! A minute later my body was awash in the relief that accompanied pissing out the three beers I had drank at Mike and Michelle's wedding reception before I hit the road. It was early still, not yet eleven o'clock, but the quality of single women who were in attendance at their wedding made it easy for me to check out of there for the long drive home. Most of them were plump heifers anyway, so the chance of hooking up with one of them was good if I was into that kind of thing. I zipped my slacks up and wondered where Melissa was. We had planned on going to this wedding together, but last week she moved out - dumping me hard. She said I was too 'clingy'. Fuck her! I turned toward the sinks and saw the two men standing silently near the farthest sink, the one nearest the exit. Were they fucking hanging out in here? I didn't care, wash my hands and get back on the road. I tapped some soap from the dispenser into my hand and started to wash. I could feel the two of them watching me and if this was going to be a mugging I was going to lose pathetically. One of them looked like some wannabe WWF wrestler type and the other was fit, but not as scary. I nodded to them as I finished up and grabbed a few paper towels. "You here for a header?" the not so scary one asked. I guess the blank look on my face must have spoke volumes because the WWF wrestler guy turned and walked toward the door, "He's a cop Jay." I heard him say in a low voice. I looked at the not so scary guy, Jay was his name? "What are you talking about?" I asked. He studied me for a long moment, "You a cop?" he asked. "No?" and as I said that the WWF guy walked out of the restroom. "If we go any further your fucking case is blown, that is if you are a cop. I'll ask you again, you a cop? Take your time answering, you won't have shit if you lie now." his face was serious and he took a small step toward me. I thought I had figured it out pretty quickly, what was going on I mean. Was I here for a 'header' and was I a cop? This was some kind of drug deal. Guess there must be some kind of entrapment precedent that if you are asked if you are a cop and you lie the crook gets a get out of jail free card. I nodded my head 'No' again. "I can't hear you." Jay spat as if I was trying his patience. "No, I'm not a cop. What are you guys doing?" I sounded like a fucking cherry goody-two shoe. Jay's pissed off demeanor seemed to melt away a little, "Just providing a service." He grinned wickedly. Holly shit! Hit up in the restroom at a rest area for some pot? Too fucking crazy! I hadn't smoked pot for almost three months, Melissa was totally anti-drug and I was all too willing to give up my vises for her body. I mean I had smoked a few times with some friends, but she had me wrapped around her fingers I guess. Oh shit she was fine, those tits, and her ass - who wouldn't have begged for a piece of her or given up anything to be with her? But, that was the past now, she wouldn't even return my calls, so FUCK her! I thought about it a second and asked how much. Jay looked at me curiously and said it depended on the quality. Guess that made sense, I'd smoked some pretty rank shit in my time and assumed there would be your run of the mill bud and that which was "fortified", laced with a hallucinogen. I decided to go for it, I was a pretty big 'pot head' back in high school and it had been to long since I'd lit up anyway. Yeah, get me some and get high tonight! Jay told me to wait a couple minutes here, then go back to my car and drive around to the RV parking area. There I'd see a white and green-trimmed RV with Arizona plates. I was to park next to it and just come in the side door. He didn't wait for me to ask any stupid questions and left me alone in the restroom. I wasn't nervous until he left me there to ponder what I was about to do. Fuck! I didn't ask if he was a cop! No, he wasn't a cop... I did as I was told, waited a few minutes and then drove around to the RV parking area. It was easy to pick out the RV he had described, it was the only one in the RV parking area. I became a little more nervous as I turned my engine off, but then I remembered Melissa's fucking drug bullshit speeches and it gave me the push I needed to make the buy. Fuck her! I knocked on the door of the RV even though Jay had said to just walk in. The door opened slightly and I heard Jay say "'mon in..." I opened the door and quickly slipped in. The lights were dim and I stood in the entryway a moment to adjust to the lighting. I took a seat on the small couch to my left. A curtain was pulled across the drivers cabin area so people couldn't see in from the windshield and the other windows all had their shades pulled. I looked around the dimly lit living area and saw a fairly well appointed interior. I nodded to my WWF buddy and thought - just get the pot and get the hell out of here. My WWF buddy seemed to be starring me down. "I didn't catch your name." Jay asked breaking the silence. I looked over toward him, "Steve," it was a lie. "Okay, Steve, this is TC," Jay said gesturing with a nod toward Mr. WWF, "want something to take the edge off?" Jay turned back toward the kitchenette counter and pulled a small pipe from a drawer. He packed the small bowl and handed it over to me, "Here ya go, I think you're going to like this." TC tossed him a lighter and he handed it to me. I looked at the pipe for a second and lit it up, sucking in hard. The smoke burned my lungs a little, but I held it in. It felt warm in my lungs and I could swear my body began to tingle as if it remembered happily the effect that pot had on it. The burning became more pronounced in my chest now and for a split second I began to worry that something was wrong, but as I exhaled it all seemed very familiar. I took a few breaths of the second hand smoke and smiled at Jay, handing the pipe back to him. "Good shit eh?" Jay asked, his voice had just the slightest hint of echo in it for some reason. Fuck yeah it was good! I wondered what it was laced with. My hands and feet felt numb and tingly after a minute, it was some potent shit. "Damn I'm buzzin'..." had I just said that? No, I thought it. TC shifted on the seat across from me and I felt a gently swaying. "You moving?" I said sitting back and trying to regain some focus through the fog bank that had hit my head all of a sudden. TC just leaned forward and patted my leg, smiling. "Wressler..." I could hear myself mumble. Whoa hold on a second! Get a fucking grip! I felt my body tilting over and caught myself before I fell completely over. Damn! I should just make the buy and get out of here my brain was saying, fighting off the effects of the pot. I turned my head slowly toward Jay, "I'll take some of that... how much." He seemed amused by my behavior, "You want to buy some of this?" he queried lifting the pipe slowly up and down. I could feel my head moving, my eyes locked onto the pipe in his hands, following it's every move. I didn't feel panic, just awash in a velvet like fog. My skin tingled, my hands didn't seem to want to work and I'd never felt so out of it from just one hit. I tried to focus on Jay and could see he was laughing, I just couldn't hear him all that well. I turned slowly to look at TC he was laughing also. What had I missed? Fuck it, I tried to stand, but my body wouldn't move. TC stood and took my face in one of his monstrous hands, I kept trying to turn my head to get a look at his fingers but he kept moving my face back and forth slowly. I couldn't stop him, I seemed void of will, of energy. Why didn't I grab his hand? "We're gonna video this one Jay." I heard him say as he released his grip and I found myself starring at my lap for some reason. "Got anything good in your car?" TC asked holding my keys in front of my face. I didn't even feel him take them from my coat pocket, I couldn't speak and didn't care. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." TC said pushing me over onto my side as he exited the RV. From where I lay I could see Jay standing in the kitchenette plugging a video camera in. There were bursts of rational thought making it through my drug- induced state, but I had lost virtually all control of my bodily functions. Something wasn't right. My mind sped up and then got lost in the haze. Jay's voice startled me, "You been doing this long?" he asked. Doing what I wondered, pot? He was looking at me now having finished whatever he was doing with the camera. "What?" I barely squeaked. "Headers you idiot." He said laughing. I tried to process what he had just said. "I... guess..." "Cool, this will go easy then." He said walking over to me and reaching into my back pocket pulling out my wallet. He rummaged through the other pockets in my pants, taking the thirty-two dollars I had and sliding into his pocket. He next went through my coat pockets, but didn't seem to find anything of interest. He opened my wallet and studied it closely, "Ah, James Castles. I thought you said your name was Steve?" he said comically. He continued to look through the wallet and I didn't seem to care. Didn't matter, I couldn't have done anything about it anyway, my body didn't want to move. "I'll be right back." He said turning toward the back of the RV and disappearing. I lay there for a long time it seemed, awash in my buzz and fighting to regain my senses. Problem was it was too easy to just go along with the flow. I heard the door to the RV open and saw TC enter with a large black garbage bag. He tossed my keys on the seat across form me, "Jay, you gotta see this man." I watched, as if he was moving in slow motion, dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor. It didn't register right away, but after the contents of the bag were all lying on the floor I realized I was looking at Melissa's clothes. How did they get a bag of her clothes I wondered? TC began to rummage through them, holding up various skirts, blouses, a pair of jeans, shorts, a robe, and a bra. He laid the items onto a chair and kicked a pair of her pumps aside. "What's this shit?" Jay asked from the kitchen. I turned my head slightly toward his voice and tried to focus, but couldn't for some reason. My body was limp and all I wanted to do right now was go to sleep. When his outline became clearer it looked like he was wearing only a pair of shorts? "Found this stuff in his car. I think it's his stuff, that's why this pussy boy is here." TC spat. "Also found a couple good CD's and a laptop man. Oh, and I found this lipstick in the glove box. I really don't think it's his shade." What? They were in my car? No, I'm just here for... my mind tried to sprint, but it was dragging ass badly. Wait, in my car? I'm being ripped off! I shifted slightly on the couch and tried to look back at TC. "There enough there to dress our pretty boy?" Jay asked. "Guess so, no panties or pantyhose." TC replied. Jay appeared in front of my face, "James, can you hear me..." I could only stare blankly into his face. "This my friend is a bit more than 'I guess'. How many headers have you done?" I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I tried to speak, I wanted to know what they were doing with Melissa's clothes. This is all that I had left of her, I found these things in the laundry hamper and bagged it up right after she dumped me. Her clothes had been in my trunk for a couple days now. Fuck! They had my laptop! My mind tried shifting gears but I could barley keep my eyes open. What is going on here? I summoned all my strength and reached for Jay. He was wearing boxers, I could tell now. Wait a second, what is this shit? My arm went limp. Jay grabbed my hand and laid it back at my side, "Think he needs another hit TC or he's going to be way to active for us to get him dressed in this stuff." TC disappeared from view, "Talk about dumb fucking luck. We get a fucking 'header boy' whose come prepared with his own clothes! This is going to be good!" TC was in front of me with the pipe and I saw him light it up. He tried to get my lips around it, but I must not have been cooperating, actually I was too out of it to cooperate. I watched him take a long pull, blow the smoke into my face, and watched as his fist crashed into my chest - all in slow motion. I gasped, inhaling hard and coughed wildly. The smoke was choking me. I panted hard and tried to catch my breath as another hit from the pipe was blown in my face. Panic riddled my brain and I felt like I wasn't getting enough air, the pot smoke was so thick and my lungs ached. The room started to fade in and out, I could barely see TC. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was "Here are his panties, they were inside his jeans." I wondered why they thought Melissa's clothes were mine... The rest of what happened to me that night I do not recall, at least parts of it I don't recall. The video fills in many of the time gaps between passing out on the couch after TC hit me a few times in the chest and waking up in my car at two in the morning. Pressing Play on the video remote: The first thing you see on the video is a woman in a skirt, her blouse is wrinkled and it looks like it was hastily tucked into her skirt. Her shoes are on the bed next to her and she is looking away from the camera. The camera jiggles and the date and time, May 18 2002 - 11:49 PM, disappeared from view. While watching you can hear rustling and movement in the background, no other sounds. After a minute of watching her perky chest rise and fall and peek-a-boo shots up her skirt showing her pink panties there is a loud noise and the video stops. "Is she ready?" Jay whispers off camera, the video is rolling again. No sound, you see Jay walk to her side, as the lighting in the RV's bedroom seems brighter now than before, a lamp behind the camera was turned on. Slowly Jay kneels next to her in his boxers and looks back at the camera with a slight grin. "Jamie..." there is no reply, no movement. He glides his hand slowly over her soft supple breasts and then down her blouse and skirt to the hem of the skirt. The scene is choppy and looks as if it were taken during an earthquake. "Jamie, I've got something for you..." Jay stands and slowly pulls his boxers down, letting them fall to the floor. The camera zooms in on his stiff cock and keeps it in focus as it twitches with his every heartbeat. The camera moves slowly to the left and zooms out as Jay reaches for the woman's head and turns it toward him. It's me. My heart sank the first time I watched Jay move my face toward his cock and slowly wipe it playfully over my face. My eyes are open but I am not struggling, not moving. There's no way I would be going along with all of this! His pre-cum glistens on my cheek as the camera catches every moment. My lips are a dark burgundy red and my eyebrows look much darker than they should. If my hair was just a bit longer and cut more feminine like, you would have thought it really was a woman in the video. The camera drops lower, as if hovering above the bed. Jay's balls are now on my lips and it appears I am licking at them. He moans slightly and grabs a handful of my hair. "Oh, Jamie that's so good... you really know how to please a man..." The scene continues as Jay thrust his pelvis around my face, slapping his balls against my lips, cheeks, nose. The camera bobbles and the filming stops. When it resumes I am in much the same position, only the blouse I had been wearing has been removed, the skirt has been hiked up slightly to show Melissa's pretty pink panties, and there was even more light in the room. Something wasn't quite right with the way Melissa's bra looked on me. It didn't seem to be fitted correctly and my sparse chest hair was visible in some of the video angles. From the chest up I think I looked very strange. Melissa's 34B bra seemed to fit around my chest just fine, but it was riding higher on my chest than it should have been. Jay or TC must not have adjusted the shoulder straps I thought. The cups were filled with something and combined with how the bra was situated on my chest it looked odd, yet not as odd as the image that was about to play across the screen. The camera moved slowly to a position near the headboard while Jay grabs a handful of my hair again so he could man handle my face into position. My eyes are open, but I wasn't fighting him and there was no expression on my face that would lead anyone watching the video to believe that I wasn't a willing participant. With his free hand he cupped my chin and you could see my lips slowly parting. Watching this part always makes my heart pound and my stomach turn, I know what is coming and it makes me sick. The camera bobbed a little and zooms in as Jay guides my head toward his throbbing cock. Just as my dark burgundy lips were at the tip Jay spoke, "You want this don't you?" There was no answer and the camera moved left to get a clear shot of my face with Jay's six or seven-inch cock poised at my lips. My head nods 'Yes' and the camera zooms out just as I stop nodding. I didn't do that! Jay must have moved my head so that it looked like I was nodding. No! I would never have... "Here you go baby, time to suck me off." Before you know it Jay's cock is half way in my mouth. He pushes himself in a little further, then slowly slides himself out. There was hushed laughing in the background and the camera zooms in closer. "She likes it! I think she really likes it!" you could hear TC saying from behind the camera. "Look, she's closed her eyes!" and the camera moved in closer to show that my eyes were indeed closed. I don't remember any of this. Jay's hand was still cupped at my chin and he began to pull my head into his pelvis. My face jerked a little as he forced almost every inch of his manhood into my mouth and down my throat. It looked like I began to move my head more and I couldn't tell if Jay was controlling the movements or if I was actually trying to pleasure him. I was worried for a moment, until he pulled my face away from his body and I began to cough. It was the most movement I had made on my own since the video had been running these five or so minutes. I was gagging! He had pushed his cock so deep into my mouth that I was gagging! I remember trying to turn away from the video, but I was so mesmerized by the look on my face. I was coughing and gagging, but my face looked so tranquil. "Relax Jamie... if you relax like you've done all the other times you've done this it won't be so bad." Jay said softly. There was a snicker in the background and in a low voice you could hear TC saying, "Just fuck her dude." The camera zoomed in on the pink panties and then moved closer. I had stopped coughing and there was complete silence. The TV screen then becomes completely filled by a shot of the silky pink panties and someone's hand rubbing over them. "You done?" "Fuck you TC! She's going to suck me off then it's your turn so fucking back off man!" The screen goes black and when it returns, I have no idea how long of a pause there really is. What you see next is me lying on the bed in Melissa's bra and panties, her skirt is now gone. The RV is silent. My eyes are closed and the room looks a little smoke filled. They probably forced another hit from that pipe into my lungs. The camera shakes violently as someone walks in front of it, "Back up dumb-ass!" The camera moves back and you can see Jay walking over to my side, shooting a dirty look back at the camera. He takes up a position near my head. The camera zooms in on the bra I'm wearing and one cup looks flattened now. Barely in the fame you can see my head moving toward Jays pelvis. The camera pans down from my chest stopping at the pink panties again. My legs are together, almost unnaturally, and if you examine the scene you have to wonder where my cock and balls are. There is an obvious mound and my pubic hair looks matted under the silky pink panties and looks like the crotch of a woman. "Time to unload me Jamie..." swishing and slurping sounds can be heard now. "Augh..." more swishes, only faster. The camera seems to be ignoring whatever the sounds in the background are and stays focused on the panties. The camera bobbles and a hand appears blurry on the screen, out of focus, as it moves toward the pink background. "Fuck!" There is silence and the camera jumps and captures the ceiling, floor and a wall before it settles back on Jay. His face is angry and tiny beads of sweat can be seen on his forehead. The camera zooms in on his face, "What the fuck are you doing? You should be getting this..." the camera zooms out to show Jay's cock in my mouth. "Focus! Shit-head!" and Jay begins to fuck my face again. The slurp and swishing noises now obviously coming from my mouth as he pounds his cock ever deeper. His hand is firmly wrapped in my hair, the other cupping my chin like before. It's a surreal sight. My eyes closed and my lips tightly wrapped around this man's cock. To this point I was still denying this could be happening, that I wasn't somehow fighting harder against this being done to me still amazes me. I couldn't understand why, why me, why this? If I weren't watching the video I would never have thought I had done any of this, that I could have done this. The video shows Jay slamming his cock all the way into my mouth and holds himself there for at least ten seconds. Time seemed to stand still and as the camera zooms in for a close up of my face you can see my eyes fluttering and my nostrils flare. I'm breathing hard, but not fighting back, not gagging. Jay pulls my head slowly back and then pulls my face right back into his pelvis, grinding my face into it. You can hear my struggled breathing as he crushes my nose into him. "Mmuua..." A hand flashed by my face, my hand. It pushed weakly at Jay's body where he was crushing my face and then disappeared. The camera zoomed out, "I think he likes that Jay." There was a low grunt and the camera zoomed out further as Jay started rhythmic thrusts at my face again. I had come alive and for the first time since the video began I had actually moved on my own, other than to gag. My left hand moved again toward Jay's groin and he released my chin to hold my hand around the shaft of his cock. "Get this..." he said looking back at the camera. He had let go of my chin and was fucking my face madly. My lips appeared to be wrapped tightly around his manhood. His hand was holding mine around his cock when I moved my other arm blindly, my legs also moved. To be watching this was sickening, but I wanted to cheer, as it appeared I was going to come to, going to fight back. It was short-lived hope. The camera dipped and TC spoke, "Hold this..." and the camera was thrust to the side. It was pushed back. "Fucking hold this bitch or I'll kick your ass!" The camera jumps around and becomes steady, Jay is looking back at the camera with a look of concern. There was a third person witnessing this! TC can be seen grabbing my legs, it was easy for him to subdue me, it didn't appear my efforts to free myself were all that effective anyway, I was still in a fog. He reaches for some pillows and lays them next to me. Jay continues to thrust at my mouth, but slows to watch TC. "Get her on her knees. We can keep her up with these pillows. You take the front I'll take this fine looking ass." He slaps my ass and I didn't even flinch. Jay nods and pushes my head away from him, my lips smacking as his cock exits my mouth. The camera was steady and zoomed slowly in on my face. My nose and the area around my mouth are bright red, the dark lipstick smeared, and you can see my own saliva drool down my chin toward my neck. I am panting from my mouth. I remember staring at the ceiling of the RV, wondering where I was. I remember feeling awake. The video stops. "Is it on?" the camera jiggled slightly and the picture bounces from me on my stomach on top of a pile of pillows with my ass in the air to the corner of the bed and back. "Turn it this way." Jay said pointing to his left. TC can be seen shaking his head. "Fuck! Show the pussy will ya TC!" The video stops. When it starts again both TC and Jay had smiles on their faces, like they had just been laughing about something. While it wasn't caught on film I know why they were laughing and what it was they were laughing about. TC had positioned me on the pillows and pulled my panties down, I had felt them being pulled down and something cold being spread around my ass. He pulled my panties back up and must have been putting a condom on when Jay asked him why he was going to wear a condom. I remember hearing TC clearly, even in the state I was in, say, "Because I don't know how many others this skank has had." They both laughed aloud and that's what the video missed, why it appeared they were laughing when the video started shooting again. I remember it all, everything they had said. I was becoming more alert, but still powerless to fight them off. The video continues showing TC rubbing his hands over my panty-covered ass and slowly down my legs. Every so often the camera would zoom in on his monstrous cock, the thin condom looking like it was stretched to its breaking point. Jay can be seen near my ear, whispering something to me. When he moved away and stood with his cock in my face he did not have to hold my lips around it. The camera moves toward Jay and you can see my mouth opening and accepting the head of his cock as he steps toward me, then more of it pushes past my lips, and then my face is buried in his pubic hair. My heart sinks as I watch the image on the screen, my eyes are closed, and my lips are tightly wrapped around Jay's cock. Though it could be argued who is making the motions up and down Jay's shaft the truth of the matter is it was me. I am willingly giving him a blowjob. Why? Because of what is not heard on the video, when Jay was whispering in my ear moments ago he made a deal with me. He said that TC was going to rip into my little boy pussy and that if I did a good job of sucking him off he would convince TC he would be better off with a blowjob. I choose the lesser of two evils I thought. That is why it looks like I am giving Jay a blowjob and why he is no longer forcing himself on me. I had no idea what I was doing, but it is there on the video for all to see that I am wrapping my lips around his cock and gliding up and down the shaft like a good little slut. Given the alternative that awaited me I had little choice but to perform. As the video progresses my head movements become more animated as my lips are tight on his cock and the head is deep into my throat. You can see that I'm breathing wildly and Jay is moaning ever few trips my lips make down his shaft. I had no idea how long I had been slurping, licking, sucking and grinding his cock to the far reaches of my throat, but the video shows I definitely was determined to save myself from TC's impending attack. Though you never hear what Jay said about sparing me from TC, he really did say it! I don't remember when it actually happened, but I do remember feeling Jay fill his hands with my hair and pull my head deep onto his cock, holding it there. You can hear him panting loudly, you can see and hear him on the video, his face is straining. You can also see me trying not to move, I know what is coming, I know what is about to happen. The video zooms out, away from my face, and centers on the three of us. I remember praying that I had done a good enough job in Jay's mind to get to experience TC in the same manner. I'd have done anything not to get fucked up the ass. The video shows Jay deep in my mouth and TC slowly pulling the silky panties that cover my ass aside. You can see that I am unaware of what is happening. I am totally focused on Jay's cock now deep in my throat, I'm trying to stay relaxed, trying not to send Jay over the edge just yet, and then you see TC's mammoth cock slide easily into my ass. The camera zooms out just enough to catch my head violently shake and shudder - I now know exactly what is happening and you can see that I'm fighting, fighting for what shreds of dignity I have left. My attentions are focused now on TC, I had totally forgotten about where in this process Jay was. Jay had been very still the last few moments and I could feel his heart beat in my throat, his cock twitching, almost throbbing. The camera rocks slightly and TC wastes no time bringing his hips against my ass and then he glides slowly back. He begins thrusting slowly, fucking my ass with a steady rhythm. The rhythm increases after just a few thrusts and he then appears to be trying to set a record for cumming! You can tell he only wants to release inside of me, it looks that way on the video, his frustrated sexual energy trying to unleash inside of me. Jay had lied to me and there is a point on the video just before TC slides my panties aside that Jay nods to him, TC entering me was all Jay was waiting for to finally 'unload'. The video does nothing to capture the pain, the panic, and sea of sensations I was feeling. Even watching it now I'm close to hyperventilating, I can almost feel TC inside of me now watching the tape like this. The action continues and the camera catches a strained look on my face. I'm feeling Jay's cock expand in my mouth and his cum shooting down my throat. His cock pulsates as he holds my head on it and I can be seen grinding away at the base of his cock - I'm trying to free myself. You can see me struggling. It is obvious that he is awash in his own pleasures. I am trying to fight off the two of them and TC entering me and resulting fight was all planned from the start as far as Jay was concerned. It was all part of getting more out of this for him, my actions, my fight, bringing him greater pleasure. I can only explain his cum in my throat this way - it is as if you were drinking something without swallowing. It was painful and I could barely breath through every spurt of his hot steaming seed as it raced down my throat. The video shows my head bobbing rhythmically, like I am trying to throw up, trying to dislodge the cock buried deep in my throat, my mouth is open now, not encasing his cock in my lips. Saliva drools over his pubic hair and hits the bed. I was trying to get free, trying to free myself from TC's thrusts and rolling my tightly held head on Jay's cock only made what you see on the video look worse, making it look like I wanted this to be happening. I look like some porno video slut who is enjoying every second of this abuse. I remember feeling every muscle below my waist constrict and cry out in a pain so burning and intense I wanted to pass out. The pressure of TC's every thrust into my ass was becoming unbearable and I began to gyrate against his advances, to find some small area of comfort in the attack being waged on my ass. "He likes it..." TC can be heard panting, "You like it don't you bitch! Yeah! She's fucking me back Jay!" he thrust himself so hard into my ass that he pushed me forward causing Jay to take a step back. You can see my head tilt to the side and Jay's face lighting up in pain. "Fucker!" Jay screams at TC in agony as he tries to pull his cock from my mouth. The video doesn't stop and TC readjusts his body over mine, my head now hangs over the bed and Melissa's bra strap has rolled off of one of my shoulders. I still can't move my arms, they are now trapped under my body at an odd angle and now I am more aware than ever of all that is going on around me. I remember sensing it at this point on the video and while it was happening, how much I was wishing I were dead. It was to get even worse. The video captures it all, the sounds of animalistic sex and from every imaginable camera angle. You can see TC grinding his hips into my ass, "Here..." Jay says to the person holding the camera and the picture swerves and goes all over the place. When it steadies the camera is in my face, but zoomed out enough to also include TC in the picture. "You like this don't you?" Jay can be heard asking me. "Say you like it..." My eyes are closed still and I couldn't have answered him even if I wanted. I can feel pieces of pubic hair in my mouth and I'm working my tongue about to spit them out. The pain TC is causing is now almost gone and I feel just a dull pressure around my hips, my body is numb, my spirit broken. "Say it bitch!" Jay shouts at me from behind the camera, reaching out to pull my head up for a better shot, "Say you like it and I'll make him stop." I would have said or done anything at that moment to make TC stop, to be back at the wedding making out with some ugly fat chick. When you see my mouth moving and the faces I'm making you have to understand I did not mean it, I would never in my life say such a thing. I did not mean to say that 'I liked it'. "I can't hear you!" Jay shouts at my face, the camera moves in closer and my face is unsteady in the picture. "I like it..." my voice trails off and my eyes squint tightly, cum oozes slowly down to my chin. "She likes it TC! She told the camera she likes it!" and the camera rises up to get a shot of TC in his own world now, oblivious to anything but ramming his horse sized cock up my ass. The camera zooms in on his face and then walks around to get a close up of TC's cock moving in and out of my ass. "Nice pussy..." Jay says, "Tight?" There is only grunting. The camera returns to my face and shoots back toward TC. He has grabbed my hips now and his thrusts are becoming more urgent, harder, quicker. Melissa's underwire bra is eating into my chest, rubbing me raw with every one of TC's thrusts. His gyrations slowed slightly and then increased in speed, "Oh..." TC moans, his head is back. "Oh fuck! Yes..." he is pressing my hips down and the bed bounces with our every movement, his every thrust. "Augh!!" and with that moan TC slams himself into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsating, expanding, and vibrating deep in my ass. The camera moves around to get a shot of his face and his aftershock twitches of pleasure. You can see TC slowly release my hips and look toward the camera "Oh FUCK man! That was so good Jay, you need to mount this bitch buddy!" "Yeah, yeah... I don't do sloppy seconds buddy." Jay said smiling. He was pointing at my ass from behind the camera and you can see TC look down to see what he is pointing at. My hips are bright red and the camera zooms in to show TC's cock still about half inside of me. There is cum all over his cock and around the rim of my ass. "Nice job dude!" Jay says. "Oh fuck! Fucking shit!" TC pulls himself from my ass mercilessly. The camera zooms out and you can see the condom has broke. There is only a small portion of it remaining around the base of his cock. The rest of it is inside of me. The camera zooms in on my ass, now agape, cum slowly dribbling out. "Fucking look at that pussy! This bitch has done this more than a few times." Jay can be heard saying. The camera spins around to TC, "Fucking get that out of my face!" he angrily swipes at the camera and it sways lazily around the room and then refocuses on me lying on the bed. "You going to dig it out of there?" "Fuck you man! She can get it out the next time she takes a crap. Fuck I'm going to have to get tested..." A knocking noise is heard on the video and the film abruptly stops. The rest of the tape is blank and it appears my ordeal was over. When I awoke I was dressed in my jeans, no shirt or shoes, and in my car. I remember waking up because of the pain I was feeling in my groin and looking around the rest area parking lot. There were other RV's, but the one I had parked next to, the one with Arizona plates, was gone. It was two in the morning and I had to summon all my strength just to drive myself home. The next morning after I had popped 6 ibuprofens I went to check out my car. Missing was my laptop, some shitty CD's, and all of Melissa's clothes. If she wanted them back there was going to be an eruption. I hobbled back into my apartment and stayed there for two whole days, calling in sick that Monday and Tuesday. Now four weeks after that night of hell I get a UPS package with the videotape from that night, Melissa's panties, and a note. The note simply said: Jamie We had such a good time with you and are going to be in your area in a few weeks. We want to hook up with you for some more fun. You'll need to work on your "look" a little and we are expecting you to be a little more refined. To help we're going to send you one of our header boys, the one who helped video you that night, to help you out with looking the part. She'll be contacting you soon. If you decide not to meet us I'm afraid this video will make its rounds - first at your work (Center Graphical, Inc.), your apartment, and even the Internet. Don't fuck up honey. Be ready. We'll call you when we are in town. I can't do this... I can't be Jamie, I won't be something I'm not! I... I have no choice. ... to be continued