Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 7
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Cody came back out a few minutes later. He handed the camera to Harris and showed him how to use it. As soon as Harris had the camera running and pointed at me, Cody ordered me to get up on my knees and suck his cock until it was hard again.
I groaned in pain as I got up. I didn't look at his face. But I heard the pleasure he took from my suffering when he said, "What's the matter, Carin?! We still have a couple of hours to play! You aren't getting tired are you?"
I didn't bother to respond. I scooped his soft cock into my mouth and started sucking. His cock must have been oozing a lot of lube while he recorded my afternoon of rape. It was dried all over his cock. It dissolved in my saliva and I slowly swallowed it all as his cock got harder and harder in my mouth.
Cody started flexing his hips in a gentle fucking motion. He fucked my face like that for a few minutes and then he said, "Tim, is that the underwear you were wearing when you mowed the grass?"
I didn't hear the answer.
Cody pulled his cock out of my mouth and ordered me back down on my hands and knees. I turned around and got into position. He dropped to his knees behind me and fumbled around with something for a moment. Then I felt his fingers pressing against my asshole. They were covered in a cold lubricant and I knew instantly what he was going to do. I started to plead with him to be reasonable. But then I remembered how much success I had achieved so far today with my pleas. They had only spurred him on. I suppose it was all part of breaking me.
I hung my head and waited for the inevitable. His greasy finger popped into my ass and I gasped in pain. He slapped my ass with his free hand and said, "Jesus, bitch! Unclench for Christ's sake! Just relax and it won't be so bad. Fuck! Don't you know anything, you dumb cunt?!"
I just moaned again. How the hell could I relax?! I bet he wouldn't relax if I shoved something up his ass!
He worked his finger in and out of me for a minute. He pulled it out and I waited nervously to feel his cock forcing its way into me. But instead he started working two fingers and a fresh gob of lubricant into me.
It was uncomfortable. But I discovered that he was right about one thing. If I made myself relax it wasn't so bad.
He worked his fingers around in my ass for a few minutes and pulled them out. He wiped them on my back and I felt him moving up behind me. Now it was time.
I started tensing up again. I was terrified. He slapped my ass, hard, and my head came up. I cried out in pain and when I did, Tim bent down and shoved his nasty, sweaty, smelly underwear into my mouth.
I gagged and struggled to breath. I almost reached up to pull them out but when I started to lift my hand, Cody snapped, "Put your fucking hand back down, cunt. I'll tell you when you can give Tim his underwear back."
He started pushing then. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my rear opening with increasing pressure. I knew that one way or another he was going to rape my ass. And I knew that it would be to my advantage to relax and let it happen. But knowing it and doing it are two different things.
The head of Cody's cock finally forced its way past my asshole and popped inside. I screamed in pain. Tim bent down and lifted my face so that the camera could better record my agony. He laughed and said, "That's why you're eating my shorts, cunt. We don't want you hurting our ears."
He dropped my head and I struggled to force myself to relax the muscles in my ass. Cody wasn't waiting though. He continued to force his cock into me without regard to the pain he caused me. I finally managed to relax a little, desperate to make the pain stop. On his backstroke my body reacted in self defense and pushed out against his cock. I realized that when I did that it didn't hurt as much and I continued pushing out on his next stroke. I was relieved to learn that, although it still hurt, it was much more bearable.
I kept pushing out with my muscles as if I was trying to go to the bathroom. At the same time I tried to concentrate on taking even breaths. I was panting from the pain and I was hyperventilating and getting light headed.
I have no idea how long it lasted. It seemed like hours. When he finally reached orgasm I was so out of it that I wasn't even aware he had cum. I didn't know he was finished until he pulled his cock out of my ass. Even then it took me a few seconds to realize that it was over. But it wasn't over.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me around until my face was inches from his cock. My eyes started watering from the pain. But I could see well enough.
Cody said, "What did I tell you, bitch?! Fuck! How god damned dumb are you? I can't believe you don't forget to breathe! Clean that mess up!"
I pulled the dirty underwear out of my mouth and I looked at his cock for a second or two. It was greasy and slimy. There was a faintly unpleasant odor. But I didn't see ... I didn't see what I was afraid of seeing there. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it. I gagged a couple of times. The idea of where it had just been turned my stomach. But except for a hint of cum, all I could taste was the lubricant he had used to grease me up before he raped my ass.
Harris got down behind me while I was still sucking Cody's cock clean. I felt his cock pushing against my very sore rear opening and I looked up at Cody and sobbed, "Please, Cody! Please no more. Not there. God it hurts!"
Cody patted my head and said, "Sorry, bitch. It has to be done. You need to be broken. It's for your own good. Now put those shorts back in your mouth and give my friend a nice ride."
I was crying quietly as I stuffed those smelly jockey shorts back in my mouth. Harris began pressing the head of his cock against my asshole. But he didn't force it in until I put my hand back down on the cushion.
As soon as I was in position again he pushed forcefully and his cock popped inside of me. I cried out in pain. It hurt just as much this time, maybe even more.
Cody took the camera back and after getting a shot of Harris's cock pressing against my asshole he came around front and filmed my face as Harris began raping me. He ordered me to look up so that my pain and my humiliation could be fully captured on his disk.
I heard the words. But I heard them through a fog of pain and it took a minute for the meaning to sink in. Cody isn't a patient person. When I didn't respond immediately, he reached out with his free hand and slapped my face.
I didn't even cry out. I looked up through tear filled eyes to see what he wanted. I could hear Tim and Barry talking nearby as they waited their turns. But all I heard was the derisive tone of their voices. The words didn't seem to make sense to me. At that moment my entire world was focused on the hard cock plunging violently in and out of my ass.
Time stopped for me. Every torment lasted forever, or seemed to. Harris finally came in my ass. But when he pulled his cock out of me I wasn't even aware of it at first. I am not sure if I was losing consciousness or I was going into shock. But I didn't realize that he had finished raping my ass until I heard Cody say disgustedly, "You just don't fucking learn, do you bitch?! I think I know how to get your attention."
I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. I remained there on my hands and knees with moisture from my ass dripping down one thigh. I wondered if it was blood but I was afraid to look.
Cody went into the house and came back seconds later. He leaned down over me and asked, "What did I tell you, bitch? What is the job of a good cum dump after someone fucks it? I looked into his eyes for a moment. I couldn't think. I just hurt so badly. But then it hit me. I sobbed, "I'm sorry, Cody. It's hard to think. I hurt so much."
I struggled to turn around. Harris was still waiting behind me on his knees. I bent down and sucked his slimy cock clean. When his cock was clean I started to pull back but he reached down and lifted his soft cock up and said, "You might as well get my balls clean while you're down there."
What did it matter?
I leaned back down and lapped up the juices that coated his balls. When he was satisfied, Cody ordered me to turn back around and get up on my knees. I obeyed as quickly as I could. He handed the camera to Harris again and then he squatted down in front of me.
He smiled that evil smile of his and he said, "We've made a lot of progress today, Carin. But you are one stupid blonde bitch, aren't you? I've lost track of how many times I've explained this to you. When you get fucked, I don't care who it was that just fucked you. If it was me, one of my friends, some stranger on the street that I order you to fuck, or a fucking dog, when it's over you turn around and you suck that cock clean. You just can't seem to get that through your thick skull. So I'm going to try a little reminder. Put your hands behind your back."
I was so scared I couldn't breathe. I had no idea what he was going to do. I just knew that it would be something terrible. But there was never any question that I was going to obey. I sobbed pitifully and reached my arms behind my back. I looked up at Cody and cried, "Please, Cody. Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll do what you want. I swear it. Please, I hurt so bad."
Harris was off to the side with the camera. Cody was squatting in front of me, smiling and enjoying my suffering. He said, "If you fucking move before I tell you to, I will send Barry home to get his dog. Would you like to fuck a dog, Carin?"
I'm not entirely certain at that point that I fully comprehended what he was asking me. I remember whining, "Please, Cody. Please don't hurt me anymore."
He held something up in front of my face then. It took me a moment to focus on it. I finally realized that it was a wooden clothespin. I looked at it, not comprehending why he was holding it up like that. What was he trying to say?
He said, "Carin, take the clothespin."
I reached up and took it from him with shaking hands. I looked at him dumbly. He smiled and handed me another. Then he stood up and stepped back.
I looked at the clothespins in my hand and then back up at Cody. He smiled and said, "They are training aids, Carin. I want you to take one of them and put it on one of your nipples. You can hold onto the other. The next time that you forget your job I'll make you put the second one on your other nipple. If that doesn't work I guess we'll have to try something else to get your attention."
I shook my head and sobbed loudly. I cried out, "I'm sorry, Cody. I'll remember now. I swear it. Please don't make me do this. Please! I can't take any more."
But he just stared down at me, waiting.
I guess he had finally done what he set out to do. He had broken me. I took one of the clothespins and opened it. I cradled my left breast in my hand and carefully placed the clothespin over my tender nipple. As it clamped down on my already sore and tender flesh I cried out in pain. It hurt so bad that it completely took my mind off of the pain from my two recent anal rapes.
But I took my hand away, leaving the clothespin bobbing up and down from my nipple.
Cody spoke to me then. But I didn't understand his words at first. The pain in my nipple was all consuming.
He reached out with his foot and nudged my stomach. I looked up and he said, "Hold that second clothespin in your hand. Maybe it will help to remind you the next time. Now get back into position. You have two more guys waiting to cum in your sloppy ass."
I got back up on my hands and knees and Barry started to get into position behind me. Tim complained, "Hey, man! Let me go first. You're going to stretch her ass all out of shape with that big cock of yours."
Barry laughed and said, "Fuck you. It'll close right back up once I pull out."
I felt him moving in behind me then. His hard cock pressed into the cleft between my ass cheeks and he slid the entire shaft up and down between them.
I remembered then that his cock was thicker and longer than the other three and my fear increased. But I continued to kneel helplessly with my tears flowing in a steady stream down my cheeks.
He kept that up for a moment or two and then he gripped my ass with both hands and spread my cheeks apart so far that it hurt. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my abused opening and suddenly it thrust forward, driving nearly half of his cock into my ass with one brutal stroke.
I opened my mouth to scream in pain. But Cody was ready for that. As soon as my mouth opened he nodded to Tim. Tim stuffed his nasty shorts into my mouth again. I continued to scream. But only the five of us heard it.
He drove into me again and his cock was fully imbedded in my ass. Every move he made caused the clothespin on my nipple to flop around. At first I couldn't decide which pain was the most excruciating.
I slowly came to realize that although Barry's cock was larger than the others, I couldn't tell by the pain in my ass. I didn't hurt any more during this rape than the first two anal rapes. In fact, I began to concentrate more on the pain in my nipple as the clothespin bobbed up and down violently in reaction to Barry's brutal thrusts.
My attention didn't return to my ass until my nipple finally became numb. Time stopped again. I think that my mind curled up and hid inside of me for a few minutes. I suddenly realized that the latest attack was over and I panicked. I wasn't sure how long it had been since Barry pulled his cock out of me.
I began to turn around to face him and I became aware of how much my entire body hurt now. My stomach felt like I had been kicked. My nipple started coming awake as I moved and I felt the agony from the clothespin. My ass felt torn and I was certain now that it was bleeding. But I was broken. I turned around and took Barry's nasty cock in my mouth and sucked him clean.
When I was done and he got up and moved away I turned to Cody and tried once more. I eased the nasty underwear out of my mouth. They were soaked with my tears and my saliva. I looked up at him and begged, "Please, Cody. Please let me take the clothespin off. I remembered. I'll be good. I promise."
He smiled and patted my head and said, "It's almost over, Carin. Just one more fuck and then you can take it off."
I glanced over at Tim. He was looking down at me skeptically. He walked around behind me and said, "Reach back and spread those cheeks for me, cunt. I want to see how fucked up your ass is before I stick my dick in it."
I pressed the nasty underwear back into my mouth. I rested my forehead on the cushion. I felt something wet and I realized that my face was resting in a pool of cooling cum. But it didn't matter now. I reached back and spread the cheeks of my ass and held them apart so that Tim and the others, and the camera, could take a good look at my thrice raped asshole.
Tim muttered something I couldn't catch. I was scared because I was afraid that he had given me an order and I had missed it. But I heard Cody respond, "I don't give a shit, dude. Fuck her or don't. It's no skin off my ass."
I guess Tim must have been complaining about the mess. But he wasn't about to miss out on another chance to rape me. I felt him behind me and I continued to hold myself open for him.
He pressed his cock against my asshole and then he pushed against me. It slipped in so easily this time that it kind of scared me. It made me more certain than ever that I had been torn back there.
He began to fuck me just as violently as the other three had and as soon as he started thrusting into me the pain in my nipple returned. By this time my nipple was hurting worse than my ass, which seemed to have finally grown numb from the abuse.
Time had begun to lose all meaning. I was totally incapable now of estimating how much time was passing. It seemed to take Tim a very long time, longer than the other three boys had taken. That may have been because my mind remained relative clear this time. I was aware of every violent stroke and every movement of the clothespin on my nipple. It may be that Tim was put off by the mess that he had stuck his dick into. Or, I may just have been fully aware of what he was doing to me.
Each anal rape of the anal rapes seemed to last forever. But they eventually ended and finally Tim finished raping me too. I felt him pull his cock out of me and I groaned in pain as I turned around. I pulled the underwear from my mouth and sucked Tim's cock clean.
As soon as his cock was clean I looked up at Cody. He smiled and said, "Sit up straight, cunt."
I raised myself up on my knees and Cody squatted down in front of me again. He reached out and took the unused clothes pin from my hand and said, "See, you just need the right teaching aids and you can learn!"
He tapped the clothespin in his hand against the one that still dangled from my nipple and I gasped in pain. His smile grew and he said, "I think you'll remember from now on. Won't you, cunt?"
I sobbed, "Yes, Cody. I swear it. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. Please, I can't take it anymore!"
He reached out and gently squeezed the clothespin together and removed it. Far from being a relief, the pain that washed over my nipple and enveloped my breasts was overwhelming. I grabbed my tit in both hands and folded over, crying loudly, uncontrollably.
Harris laughed and said, "Holy shit! Look at the bitch! Do you think she wants it back on her tit?"
They all laughed at my obvious distress. I think I was just about to lose my mind when I heard Cody say, "You guys better get out of here. My dad will be home soon. I'll email you later and let you know what I decide to do tomorrow."
Tim bent down and picked up his underwear between his thumb and one finger. He looked at them in disgust and tossed them into my face. He said, "Here, bitch. Take these home with you. Keep them as a souvenir to remember today by. Keep them just like this. When they dry out I want you to put them in the drawer with your panties and leave them there. You never know when I may come over and check on them."
The others all got dressed and left. I stayed there on that nasty cushion and held my breast in one hand and my stomach with the other and cried quietly until Cody came back over and nudged me with his foot.
I looked up and when he saw that I was paying attention he said, "Clean the cushion off and put it back. Then come up to the deck. Don't fuck around. You need to get cleaned up before my dad gets home."
I struggled to get up and once more I cleaned the cushion off with the spray cleaner and the paper towels. This time it was really nasty. There were pools of sticky cum all over it. I sprayed it down and scrubbed it clean as quickly as possible. Not because I was afraid of Cody's father coming home and catching me. Because I am terrified of Cody.
I put the cushion back in place and looked around for Cody. He was sitting by the side of the pool waiting for me, watching me. As usual, he looked amused.
I limped over to where he was sitting and he ordered me to rinse off under the outside shower. The water was cold, but it felt good on my abused body. I rinsed myself off as best I could. I really needed soap and a washcloth. But I did what I could.
When I finished he ordered me into the pool. He told me to swim one lap, get out and dry off.
I dove into the pool and swam to the other end and then back. I still hurt like hell, but the swimming seemed to relax my muscles a little and I felt a little more limber as I waded out of the pool. I dried off and then we went back up to the raised deck where our clothes were.
Cody put his trunks on and returned to his seat. He looked at me and gloated. I stood there naked, waiting for permission to dress. He said, "I think we made a lot of progress today, cunt. I think you are pretty well trained, considering how fucked up you were when you got here this morning. I may not have broken you yet. But I think I came close. We didn't do everything I wanted to do today. But we had a lot of fun, didn't we?"
I looked down at the deck and whispered, "Yes, sir."
He chuckled and continued, "Check your email tonight. I am going to send you copies of the pictures I took today. I want you to get an idea of how your classmates are going to be seeing you if you ever disobey me. I'll make copies of the two movies you made today, too. I'll give them to you tomorrow. Get dressed, bitch."
He watched me bend down and pick up my clothes. They were still on the floor where I had dropped them when I took them off so many hours ago. I placed them on the table and reached for my panties. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him grin and I quickly set them aside. I picked up my jeans and stepped into them. I was still shaky and I almost fell over while I was pulling them up. But I managed to get them up and fastened. Then I picked up my t-shirt and put it on. I slipped my feet into my sandals and waited for further instruction.
He laughed quietly and said, "I thought I had you there for a minute. Good catch, cunt. Wad your underwear up and put it in your pockets."
He looked at his watch and said, "I guess I have to let you go. I'll email you tonight with your orders for tomorrow. I don't think I have to go to all the trouble of threatening you anymore, do I? You're going to do what you're told tomorrow, aren't you?"
I whispered, "Yes, sir."
I knew that I would. I may not have been totally broken. I was certainly demoralized. But the reason that I would do whatever he ordered me to do tomorrow was that he still had all that evidence against my parents. And now he had all those nasty pictures of me. The son of a bitch truly owned me now.
He handed me his cell phone and ordered me to program my cell phone number into it. After I did, he took the phone back and set it down. He glanced at his watch again and said, "Aw fuck it! If you hurry we have time for one more blowjob. I had a ball today. Fucking with you really turns me on. Get down on your knees."
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