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Here is a new story titled "Laurel's Secret Shame." This is my longest story 
so far, and I just hope it's not boring. Please let me know if you like it.

Love,
Kelli

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WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Its contents are of a 
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between 
underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may 
contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that 
could be highly offensive to almost every reader. This story is intended for 
ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW. Feedback is 
appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it stimulating. 
Acknowledgement is made to "Cori's Story" by Woodburn, which inspired 
several chapters at the end of this story.


LAUREL'S SECRET SHAME

By Kelli Paine ([email protected])

Codes: MMMMMF MMMMMf anal humil nc preg rape snuff


INTRODUCTION: Laurel in School

Laurel was in her first period American History class when she felt the need 
to go to the girls room. She wanted to wait until class was over, but she 
knew she should go ahead now. She had tried waiting before, and there had 
been some bad complications.

The 16-year-old went to Ms. Jackson's desk and got a hall pass, then went 
down the hall and entered the girls room. It was empty, and she went into a 
stall and closed the door. She took off her shirt and hung it on the hook 
inside the door, then removed her bra and hung it with her shirt. She got 
down on her knees in front of the toilet and lifted the seat, then leaned 
forward so her small breasts were over the bowl.

Laurel cupped her breasts with her hands and started to squeeze, working the 
soft flesh between her fingers and thumbs, and soon a thin stream of 
yellowish liquid squirted out of both of her nipples. It dribbled down into 
the toilet bowl, and Laurel leaned a little closer so it wouldn't splash up 
onto her chest. When she finished, she tore off some toilet paper and wiped 
her nipples and the undersides of her breasts, then put her bra and shirt 
back on. She flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and went back to class.

The liquid that Laurel had squeezed out of her breasts was urine. Her 
urethra had been surgically rerouted to carry urine from her bladder to the 
alveoli in her breasts, and when it accumulated and caused her breasts to 
become swollen, she had to relieve the pressure by going to the girls room 
to urinate -- by milking herself like she was a cow.

Laurel went to the girls room three more times that day, and each time she 
followed the same routine. On her final visit of the day, she needed to have 
a bowel movement, but she urinated first, stripping to the waist and 
kneeling in front of the toilet and working her breasts with her hands, to 
empty the urine into the bowl. Then she took off her jeans and pulled down 
her thong and sat down on the toilet. She strained, some turds slid out and 
splashed down into the bowl -- but they didn't slide out of her rectum. 
Laurel was shitting turds out of her vagina.

In the same surgery where Laurel's urethra had been rerouted, her large 
intestine had been transected just above the sigmoid colon, and the lower 
end was surgically attached to her vagina, far up inside the birth canal, so 
the feces would enter her vagina and slide down past her vaginal lips into 
the toilet bowl. The glands that lubricated her vagina during arousal were 
stimulated when she defecated, and the feces became coated with vaginal 
fluids, causing them to emerge as dripping, slimy turds that glistened with 
the juices from her cunt.

During the same surgery, the girl's cervix and uterus were separated from 
her vagina, then surgically attached to the portion of her sigmoid colon 
that remained after her bowels had been rerouted. All of her organs still 
worked, and she could still have children -- but in order to conceive, she 
would have to be fucked in the ass, since her cervix and uterus were now 
attached to her rectum. Her belly would expand normally while she carried 
her baby -- but in order to give birth, she would have to expel the baby 
through her asshole.


CHAPTER 1: Laurel's Mother

Laurel's mother, Helen, had a job as a computer programmer at the Washington 
Post, but she made a lot of extra money turning tricks on the streets in 
Washington after work. Helen did things the other prostitutes wouldn't even 
think about. One john wanted to screw her while she was having her period, 
so she pulled the tampon out of her vagina -- and then she put it in her 
mouth and sucked on it while the john got between her legs and fucked her 
bleeding pussy, with the tampon string dangling from Helen's lips the whole 
time she was servicing him. After he dumped his load in her twat, Helen took 
his cock in her mouth and cleaned her own menstrual blood and vaginal 
secretions off of it with her tongue.

Another john wanted Helen to squat over a beer bottle and take it in her ass 
while she gave him a blowjob. The little whore squatted so low over the 
bottle, working her hips back and forth while she forced herself down, that 
her little round ass was on the concrete when she finally took the john's 
cock in her mouth. She was already moaning from the way the bottle was 
stretching her ass, and she kept moving her hips up and down while she 
sucked his cock, fucking her ass on the bottle while she performed the 
blowjob. When the john was ready to cum, Helen quickly got on her knees and 
spread her legs so she could lower her ass even more -- and she took the 
whole bottle inside her anus as the john ejaculated in her mouth. When he 
was done, Helen leaned forward and slowly shitted the bottle out of her ass, 
her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, the john's sperm dribbling out 
of her mouth and down over her tits.

Helen had been married to, and divorced from, a sexual sadist named Peter 
before she came to Washington, and she hated her ex-husband so much that she 
fought hard to get sole custody of their three children -- two daughters and 
a son -- so that she could use them to make money from sex, hurting the 
children simply because of who their father was. Every time she looked at 
the kids, all she could think about was the degrading way they had been 
conceived. Peter had cajoled her into going with him to a swingers club, and 
their oldest daughter Dara was conceived one night when Peter screwed Helen 
in front of 50 cheering couples. Helen had sworn never to do anything like 
that again, but Peter talked her into another club visit two years later.

Laurel was conceived while four men held Helen by her arms and legs, 
suspended in the air with her legs spread open. Peter stood between her legs 
and inserted his cock in her slit and screwed her while the other couples 
watched and applauded. After he ejaculated, he made Helen lean back and 
elevate her hips for half an hour, to be sure his semen worked its way down 
into her vagina so she would get pregnant. The other couples stood around 
Helen and watched her the whole time she was in this degrading position, and 
once again she swore she would never let Peter humiliate her like this.

Another two years passed, and Peter was the absolute picture of the perfect 
gentleman, and Helen weakened when he begged her to go with him, just one 
more time, to the swingers club. Helen wore her sexiest dress, wanting Peter 
to be proud of her -- but the moment they were inside the door, he lifted 
her dress over her head. Helen was naked under her dress, at Peter's urging, 
and she stood there wearing nothing but high heels as the other couples 
chanted "Fuck her! Fuck her!" Peter shoved his wife up on the small stage, 
where spotlights revealed every crevice of her naked body, and forced her 
onto her hands and knees. This time he didn't just screw her -- he raped her 
pussy with a bottle while he forced his cock up her ass, and when he was 
ready to cum, he jerked the bottle out of her twat and quickly forced his 
erection up her snatch and ejaculated in her cunt.

Helen got pregnant with Dillon, but Peter's cock had carried bacteria from 
her rectum to her vagina, and she had to have a series of painful shots to 
get rid of the infection. As soon as Dillon was born, Helen divorced Peter 
and moved to Washington -- but Peter followed her soon after, and got a job 
with the federal government, so he could harass her whenever he wanted. 
Helen's hatred for her children was intensified every time her ex-husband 
called to ask her if she wanted to go to another swingers party, and she 
slowly formed the idea of using her kids for sex, to make money for herself. 
She wanted to hurt them the way Peter had hurt her, using perverted sex 
against them, like he did to her. She knew her ex-husband was proud of 
fathering her children, and bragged about his virility -- so if she could 
ruin the children's sex lives, she would be getting some revenge against 
Peter at the same time.


CHAPTER 2: Laurel Loses Her Virginity

Helen had arranged for some very unusual surgery on Laurel when the girl was 
14. The doctor did not have a license, but he performed cut-rate abortions 
in an alley behind a building in Manassas, Virginia, where Helen lived with 
her children. He had given Helen six abortions in eight years, because she 
was too stupid to make her johns wear condoms. She loved the feeling of warm 
semen filling her vagina when a john ejaculated inside her, and she let all 
her tricks screw her without using a condom. She was really just a stupid 
little whore.

When Helen explained to the doctor what she wanted him to do to her 
daughter, he offered to operate on Laurel at no charge -- if he could take 
her home for a week. Helen made sure he understood that he couldn't leave 
any permanent marks on her body. It didn't matter if she remained a virgin, 
so Helen told the doctor he could deflower her.

Laurel lost her virginity the next night, when the doctor invited 20 men to 
his house for a sex party. Laurel was the only girl there. The doctor made 
her strip, then told her to dance naked for the men, moving from one man to 
the next as they lounged on the sofas and chairs in the doctor's large 
living room. The doctor told her how to do a lap dance, and made Laurel give 
one to each man. She had to open her legs and rub her pussy against his 
legs, and rub her small breasts against his chest. The doctor told her to 
rub their cocks through their pants, and she gave each man a nice erection 
as she danced.

After she performed for each man, the doctor told Laurel to lay down on her 
back on the floor. He forced her legs apart, and looked around at the men 
and grinned. "I'll soften her up for you." He held up a large flashlight, 16 
inches long and two inches wide -- and used it to deflower the girl. He 
inserted the end of the flashlight in her slit, then worked it in a little 
until it came up against her hymen. "She's really a virgin, guys -- but not 
for long. Watch this." He poked the flashlight into Laurel's cunt, and she 
gasped in pain as her hymen was torn a little, but not completely. The 
doctor pulled the flashlight out a little, then rammed it into her pussy 
again, and it broke her hymen and slipped into her vagina.

Laurel gave a little yelp of pain when she lost her virginity. She was 
sweating from the pain and the humiliation and the embarrassment of having 
all these men watch what was happening to her. The surface of the flashlight 
was rough, and it raked painfully along the soft walls of her pussy as the 
doctor forced it deeper inside her. Her eyes were wide with pain and fear as 
the object was forced into the private place between her legs. It hurt a 
lot, but she was trying not to cry because her mom had told her to do a good 
job pleasing these men. She knew the doctor was going to give her an 
operation on her for free, and she wanted to be a good girl, so she tried to 
smile. Her mom had told her this would hurt, but she should smile like she 
was enjoying it because that would make the men feel strong.

So Laurel smiled as tears ran down her cheeks -- and the expression on her 
sweet face gave huge erections to every man in the room. She looked so young 
and innocent, and it was obvious that she was in pain from being raped with 
the flashlight -- but she was smiling like the sluttiest little whore, like 
she was loving it. The doctor forced more of the flashlight into her twat, 
and Laurel closed her eyes as the pain shot through her body, but then she 
opened them and again and tried to smile, wanting to be such a good little 
bitch. It was a hot scene, and the men started rubbing their cocks through 
their pants, wanting a piece of this little slut. Most of them already had 
stains on their pants where precum had leaked out of their cocks while 
Laurel gave them lap dances.

The doctor had forced nine inches of the flashlight into Laurel's pussy, and 
now he started fucking her with it, pulling it almost all the way out and 
ramming it back into her cunt, again and again, and her whole body jerking 
in pain with each thrust. The end of the flashlight was hitting her cervix, 
causing unbelievable pain each time it was shoved into her, but Laurel was 
still trying to smile, even as she groaned in pain with each raping stroke 
of the flashlight. Each time it emerged from her cunt, the men could see her 
vaginal secretions glistening wetly on the shaft before it was forced back 
inside her. Some blood had leaked out of her twat and trickled down the 
curve of her ass, proving that she had been a virgin.


CHAPTER 3: Sex Parties with the Doctor

When the doctor was finished raping her, he pulled the flashlight out of 
Laurel's cunt -- but he had other plans for it. He lifted Laurel's legs up 
and over her body, until her legs were touching her shoulders and her tight 
little asshole was exposed -- and then he inserted the end of the flashlight 
into the girl's anus. It was soaked with her pussy slime, and it slid in 
easily -- but then he started working it deeper into her rectum, and Laurel 
yelped with pain. She asked him to stop, but he just laughed and forced the 
shaft a little deeper into her bowels. He kept pushing until she had ten 
inches of the flashlight inside her ass, and then he lowered her legs slowly 
as her face contorted with pain and embarrassment. She kept her legs wide 
apart, trying to ease the pain -- and then the doctor told the other men 
they could have her.

The men started raping Laurel in her pussy, each stroke causing her intense 
pain as the flashlight shifted inside her bowels. They fucked her roughly, 
completely ignoring her, treating her like a piece of meat while they 
enjoyed the wetness of her pussy. She was loose from being raped with the 
flashlight, but her vagina tightened up quickly, and the men just couldn't 
get enough of her. They all knew she was only 14, and underage pussy was 
always more fun.

Laurel was gang-raped all night, and every man dumped his load in her 
vagina. It didn't matter if she got pregnant, because the doctor would give 
her an abortion while he was operating on her later, so her rapists were 
able to enjoy the feeling of her tight little cunt gripping their cocks 
until they exploded inside her, filling her pussy with their thick semen. 
She was penetrated more than 100 times because some of the men kept coming 
back for another fuck, and they only stopped when none of them could get an 
erection. It was past dawn when the party broke up, and the men left Laurel 
laying there on the floor with sperm oozing out of her pussy. The flashlight 
was still in her ass.

The doctor came back in and told Laurel she could take the flashlight out of 
her asshole. She was exhausted, covered with sweat and semen, and she could 
barely reach down and pull the flashlight out. It hurt a lot, but she 
finally got it out -- and then the doctor told her to clean it with her 
mouth. The shaft was covered with her shit and some blood, but Laurel tried 
to put it in her mouth anyway. She gagged on it -- the smell was horrible, 
and the taste of her own shit was enough to turn her stomach -- but she 
tried again, and finally she was able to get it in her mouth. She licked it 
clean, swallowing the feces that came off of it as she worked her tongue all 
over it. She felt like such a dirty little slut, completely humiliated.

The doctor kept Laurel naked the whole week she was in his house. He gave 
four more sex parties during the week, each time with more men, and the last 
one had 68 men for Laurel to service. Between the parties, the doctor 
screwed her every few hours, as often as he could get another erection. She 
was always fucked on the floor, in the same place where the first sex party 
had been. At one party she had to get down on her knees and give blowjobs to 
42 men, one after another, crawling from one man to the next, after each one 
filled her mouth with his semen. She had to swallow the sperm, and she had 
to thank the man for allowing her the honor of sucking his cock, and she had 
to kiss the tip of his cock before she moved on to the next man. Her jaws 
ached when she was done, and her chest was covered with globs of sperm that 
had leaked out of her mouth. The men told her she was a great little 
cocksucker, and rewarded her by taking her into the bathroom, where they 
made her get down on her knees in the bathtub while they stood over her and 
urinated on her.

On the last night at the doctor's house, Laurel was used as a human toilet. 
There were four other girls there for the men to fuck, and all the girls 
were younger than Laurel. They were 13, 12, 10, and 9 years old, and the two 
youngest ones didn't even have any pubic hair yet. The men gang-raped the 
girls for hours, but Laurel was used only as a toilet. She was naked like 
the other girls, and she had to squat in a corner of the room until one of 
the men called her over. Then she would go to him and take his cock in her 
mouth, so he could urinate without having to go to the bathroom. Laurel had 
to drink the warm piss, and she got slapped if she let any of it leak out of 
her mouth.

If the man needed to defecate, Laurel would lay down on her back so he could 
squat over her and take a dump on her body, leaving his shit on her pussy or 
her breasts or her face. She had to go into the bathroom and clean herself 
after a man shitted on her, but she was not allowed to use the bathroom 
herself. She felt bloated from all the urine she had to drink, and she 
begged to be allowed to go to the bathroom, but they wouldn't let her -- 
until she had an accident on the carpet.

She was squatting in the corner, waiting to be called for toilet service, 
and she just couldn't hold it in any longer. A little stream of urine leaked 
out of her pussy and soaked into the carpet between her legs. She strained 
hard to stop pissing, but the doctor noticed it -- and he told her she could 
go ahead and urinate. He gave her a large bowl and made her squat over it in 
the middle of the room, where all the men could watch her. Laurel closed her 
eyes in shame and embarrassment as she relaxed her bladder, and a steady 
flow of warm yellow piss quickly filled the bowl. When she was done, she 
started to pick up the bowl to take it into the bathroom -- but the doctor 
told her to leave it there. He told her to lay down on her stomach, and he 
brought an enema tube from the bathroom. "You're going to get a piss enema 
now, to clean out your filthy bowels."

The doctor inserted the tip of the enema tube in Laurel's anus, then picked 
up the bowl and lifted it, and dropped the other end of the tube into the 
bowl. The yellow liquid started to flow into Laurel's bowels, and it became 
painful long before the bowl was empty. The doctor removed the tube from 
Laurel's ass and told her to stand up. She got to her feet carefully, 
knowing she would get slapped if she let any of the piss escape from her 
bowels. The doctor told her to stand there and watch the men fucking the 
other girls, and told the men to play with Laurel if they wanted to. After 
that, one man after another came over to her and put his hand between her 
legs or pinched her nipples while she stood there with her bowels full of 
urine, keeping her legs closed as tight as she could, terrified that she 
wouldn't be able to hold it inside her.

Laurel had to stand there for an hour and hold her water before she was 
allowed to go to the bathroom. The piss enema had stretched her colon, and 
the pain was like having cramps, but much worse. She could barely walk, and 
she had to keep her legs closed and clench her ass cheeks together as she 
stumbled into the bathroom, making the men roar with laughter. She quickly 
sat on the toilet, and a huge gush of liquid rushed out of her bowels, 
relieving the pain. She wiped herself, then went back to the living room.

The sex party was breaking up, but the doctor told Laurel to get up on a 
table in the entry hall near the front door. He told her to squat with her 
legs open, and he inserted a 10-inch dildo in her asshole. The dildo was 
shaped like an erect black cock, and he made her squat down on it until most 
of it was inside her. He told her to cup her breasts and offer them to each 
man as he left. The men fingered her cunt and pinched her nipples as they 
walked by. The last man to leave inserted three fingers in her twat and got 
them all wet with her vaginal secretions, then smeared them on her face and 
lips. Laurel could smell her own cunt as the man grinned at her. He put his 
hand back down between her legs and got his fingers wet again, then smeared 
pussy slime all over her nipples, making her areolas glisten. He used both 
hands to pinch her erect nipples, then he wiped his fingers in her hair and 
left.

The doctor raped Laurel three more times that night, knowing it was her last 
night at his house. He fucked her pussy the first time, but the second and 
third times, he fucked her in the ass, delaying his ejaculation as long as 
he could. He screwed her hard until he was about to cum, then stopped, 
leaving his cock in her ass while his erection subsided a little, then 
starting to fuck her again, over and over, his arms around her, his hands on 
her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he enjoyed the hot 
tightness of her rectum. When he finally ejaculated the last time, it felt 
like his cock was exploding. He filled Laurel's ass with so much cum, it 
felt like his insides were flowing out of his cock into the girl's anus, and 
he held her hips hard against him as he kept thrusting into her, milking his 
cock, wanting every drop of his sperm inside her sweet hot asshole.


CHAPTER 4: Laurel's Surgery

The doctor performed Laurel's operation the next day, in a dirty room off 
the alley where he gave abortions to Helen. He administered a general 
anesthetic, then stripped Laurel naked on the table. He spent a few minutes 
inserting his fingers in her twat and touching her nipples, and then he 
began the changes Helen had told him to make in Laurel's body. Helen knew 
men would pay a lot of money to see a girl that was a freak, and she was 
having the doctor make some internal changes so Laurel's body would attract 
attention.

First, the doctor cut Laurel's urethra, and used additional plastic tubing 
to reroute the urethra to the area behind the girl's breasts. Tiny tubes 
were attached to the alveoli, the milk sacs that emptied into Laurel's 
nipples, and her urethra was split and sutured to the tubes, so the urine 
from Laurel's bladder would flow into her breasts. When she needed to 
urinate, Laurel would have to get down on her knees beside the toilet and 
squeeze her breasts and nipples like she was milking herself while she 
leaned over the toilet bowl. Helen knew there were men that enjoyed drinking 
urine from a girl's pussy, and those men would go crazy at the thought of 
sucking urine from a girl's tits, or milking her like a cow. Other men liked 
for girls to piss on them, and they would love it when Laurel pissed out of 
her breasts.

The second part of the operation involved rerouting Laurel's sigmoid colon, 
the lower part of the large intestine that ends at the rectum. Helen wanted 
Laurel to defecate out of her pussy, so the doctor transected the colon 
about ten inches above the rectum, leaving the end of the intestine 
unattached for the moment. Helen wanted Laurel to be able to have sex and 
conceive children -- but only when she was fucked in the ass. So the doctor 
transected Laurel's vagina just below the cervix, separating the cervix and 
uterus from the canal of her vagina. The cervix and uterus were then sutured 
onto Laurel's sigmoid colon, so that Laurel's anus and rectum were connected 
through the sigmoid colon to her cervix and uterus. The end of the large 
intestine was then sutured to Laurel's vagina, so that feces produced by the 
intestines would flow into her vagina, then down through her vaginal lips 
and into the toilet bowl.

While he was suturing Laurel's cervix and uterus to her sigmoid colon, the 
doctor carefully moved the girl's ovaries and fallopian tubes along with the 
uterus, to insure that her eggs would still be produced and move into her 
uterus each month. She would still have periods every 28 days or so -- but 
when she menstruated, the blood would flow out of her asshole instead of her 
vagina. She would have to insert tampons in her rectum to avoid staining her 
clothes when she had her period -- but her anal ring would make insertion 
and removal of the tampons very difficult and painful for her.

The doctor had given Helen a cervical cap, about the size and shape of a 
thimble, to be used to plug Laurel's cervix so she could have sex without 
getting pregnant -- but the cap would have to be inserted through the girl's 
anus and rectum, and it would hurt a lot. Douching would also be very messy 
and painful for her, since the douching liquids would have to be forced up 
inside her colon through her anal ring. But douching would be very 
important, because her colon was never designed as a receptacle for a penis 
during intercourse. Bartholin glands, located in the vulva near the entrance 
to the vagina, produce a clear fluid that coats the walls of the vagina and 
prevents painful friction during intercourse. But when Laurel had 
intercourse, the man's penis would be inserted in her anus, thrusting 
through her anal ring into her rectum and the lower part of her colon, areas 
that receive no natural lubrication -- so sex would be extremely painful for 
her if the man did not use a lubricating fluid, either on his penis or in 
her colon.

Douching would also be necessary for Laurel's vagina, even though she would 
not have intercourse that way after her surgery. Since her large intestine 
would now empty into her vagina, feces would be moving through her vagina 
and out through her pussy lips -- and the danger of infection was very high, 
because germs in her feces could enter her bloodstream through the tiny 
openings in her vagina, where Bartholin glands and other organs produced 
vaginal secretions. Laurel would have to douch after every bowel movement, 
to clean the filth out of her vagina after a load of shit was expelled from 
her body during defecation.

Laurel would also have to be careful when she wiped her pussy after taking a 
shit, so that none of the feces were transferred from her vagina into her 
anus or rectum, where they could move upward through her colon into her 
cervix or uterus. If those organs became infected, they would have to be 
removed by performing a hysterectomy on Laurel, which would leave her unable 
to have children. Filth and germs from the feces in her vagina might also 
move into her colon and up to her ovaries or fallopian tubes, and if those 
areas became infected, a hysterectomy would have to be performed.


CHAPTER 5: Helen's Dream

Helen had dreams about the money men would pay to see a sex show featuring a 
young girl like Laurel, who looked so beautiful and innocent and normal -- 
until she took off her clothes and squatted over a bowl and started 
urinating out of her breasts and shitting out of her pussy. That sight would 
drive men crazy, the ones who spent so much money on the internet and porn 
videos trying to find something to revive their jaded sexual tastes and 
their perverted desires -- and when they found out Laurel could only get 
pregnant from being fucked in the ass, they would be so hot to screw her 
that way. The money would never stop flowing, and Helen would never have to 
turn any more tricks on the street again.

Helen had told Laurel what was going to happen to her, and Laurel had spent 
a week doing nothing but crying. She had her own dreams, of a boyfriend and 
dating and getting married and having children, and now none of that was 
going to happen. She understood why her mom wanted her to have the 
operation, and the idea of lots of money sounded great -- but her life would 
never be what she had dreamed about. Her mom had explained about men that 
liked unusual things, and Laurel had a vague idea of what would happen when 
she started doing sex shows -- taking off her clothes and and displaying her 
body, and showing the men how her bodily functions worked. Laurel understood 
that the men would have sex with her, and she understood that they would 
have to do it from behind because of the way her body had been changed by 
the operation. At least she could still have children -- her mom had 
explained that she would still have all her internal parts, they would just 
be connected differently, and she could still get pregnant and have babies.

Helen didn't tell Laurel about the darker aspects of how her life would 
change after her surgery. Helen was planning to book sex shows for her 
daughter as frequently as possible, at least one per day and maybe more, and 
Helen knew what the men were going to do to Laurel -- gang bangs that go on 
forever, prodding and pinching every part of her body, smiling like a little 
whore and pretending to enjoy it when a man hurt her. Helen knew she 
couldn't tell the whole truth to Laurel -- it had to seem like she was just 
helping with the expenses at home, bringing in some extra money.


CHAPTER 6: Laurel Goes Back to School

It took a month for Laurel to recover from her operation, but finally it was 
time to go back to school. There were still three months remaining in the 
school year, and Helen wanted Laurel to finish school before she spent the 
summer doing sex shows and earning money. Helen wanted to be sure Laurel 
could handle her bodily functions in a normal environment, and school was 
the perfect place to find out.

Helen had explained to Laurel that she mustn't tell anybody about the 
changes to her body, because teachers and other students wouldn't 
understand, and would make fun of her. Of course Helen's real reason was 
that she would be arrested if anybody found out what perversions she had 
committed on her own daughter's body, and all for the purpose of making 
money.

Laurel went back to school and began to catch up on her work. She had to be 
careful to get to the girls room before any urine started to leak out of her 
breasts -- the alveoli behind her nipples could hold a certain amount of 
urine as her bladder emptied, but she had no way to "hold it in" as she 
could do in the past, since the urine no longer flowed through her vagina, 
where she could use muscle control to prevent accidental urination. The 
first morning she was back in school, she glanced down and saw a few drops 
of yellow liquid on her shirt, and quickly went to the girls room, where she 
found her breasts were swollen with urine and starting to leak. She urinated 
by taking off her shirt and bra and leaning over the toilet on her knees, 
and she put some wadded up toilet paper in her bra to soak up the urine if 
it started to leak again.

The third week she was back in school, Laurel got her period, Luckily it 
happened while she was at home, so she could prepare herself for her first 
day at school wearing a tampon in her asshole. Before she got dressed, she 
spread her legs and inserted the tampon into her anus, then pulled the 
applicator back out of her anal ring. The tampon string hung out of her 
asshole, and she knew she would have to find an excuse to avoid taking gym 
class, so none of the other girls or teachers would see it. Laurel knew she 
would die of shame if any of her friends -- or worse, any of her teachers -- 
found out about her body.

Every time Laurel had a bowel movement in the girls room at school, she had 
to douch her pussy carefully, to clean all the feces out of her vaginal 
canal and avoid infection. She had to carry a bottle of douch into the stall 
with her in her purse, and had to be careful not to make any noise while she 
was squeezing the contents of the bottle up into her vagina. She douched 
while squatting over the toilet, with her legs on either side of it and her 
cunt over the bowl, so the douch would run out of her twat and down into the 
bowl. She had to control the speed of the flow, to avoid loud splashing 
sounds as she expelled the solution from her pussy. If she was menstruating 
heavily, she changed the tampon in her rectum while she was in the stall, 
then put her clothes on and packed everything into her purse.

Laurel was terrified on leaving stains on the seats in her classrooms, and 
she checked quickly every time she stood up, holding a paper towel in her 
hand in case her vagina or anus had leaked while she was sitting down. She 
had worn jeans when she came back to school, but one day her pussy leaked 
some shit while she was in class, and it stained her jeans so bad that she 
had to hold her books in front of her while she walked. So now she always 
wore skirts, and she never wore panties or a thong. When she sat down, she 
carefully pulled her skirt out from under her, so her bare ass was against 
the wood of the seat. It was cold on her skin, but at least she could be 
sure she wouldn't get stains on her clothes. She found feces or menstrual 
blood on the seat several times a week, and she had to wipe it up quickly 
when she stood up. She was constantly checking her clothes for stains, 
trying to avoid the complete humiliation of having to explain them to her 
friends or teachers.


CHAPTER 7: Laurel's Date

Laurel liked a boy named Bill, who was in several classes with her, and he 
asked her out on a date after she had been back in school for a month. 
Laurel wanted to go, but Helen was worried that the boy might discover what 
she had done to Laurel's body. Helen tried to talk Laurel out of going, but 
she really had strong feelings for the boy, so they went out on Friday 
night. Bill had just gotten his driver's license, and he picked up Laurel in 
his parents' car.

Helen was reading at midnight when Laurel came home, slamming the door and 
running to her room. Helen followed, and found Laurel crying on her bed. It 
took some time to get the story from the girl, but eventually it all came 
out. They had gone to a movie and had some food afterward, and then they had 
driven to a city park. They kissed, and Laurel was so happy that Bill liked 
her -- but then he put his fingers on the buttons on her blouse. Laurel 
wanted him to touch her, and her yearning overcame her fear of his 
discovering her secrets, so she let him unbutton her blouse. He touched her 
breasts, and it was the most heavenly feeling she had ever had. Her nipples 
stiffened as he touched her, and she moved closer to him, leaning forward, 
offering him her breasts, loving his delicate touch. He leaned down, 
nuzzling her soft tits, and then he took her left nipple in his mouth.

Laurel froze, not sure what was going to happen next. Bill licked her 
nipple, and she put her arm around his head, cuddling him against her, 
wanting him so much and so deeply that it hurt. He ran his tongue over her 
nipple, making her shiver with excitement -- but then he sucked on it, and 
Laurel felt some liquid seeping into the boy's mouth. She knew it was urine 
flowing out of her breast, not milk, but her mind was buzzing, and she 
didn't know what to do. Bill raised his head and asked her if she was all 
right, and she told him she was, hoping he would stop sucking her nipple. He 
told her some fluid had trickled out, and she quickly said that happens with 
girls sometimes. He didn't seem to think it tasted like urine -- at least he 
didn't say anything about it -- and she decided he must have thought it was 
breast milk, and it just didn't taste like regular milk. They kissed for a 
while, and then he took Laurel home.

Helen was relieved when she heard the story, but she told Laurel it was just 
too dangerous to go on dates for a while.


CHAPTER 8: Helen's Plans for Dara

Laurel's sister Dara was 18, and not nearly as pretty as Laurel. She wore 
ugly glasses and had a face like an old maid. Her body was a little chunky 
and shapeless, and her breasts were small. Dillon, their brother, was 14, a 
nice-looking young man.

Helen had been thinking about what to do to them, because she wanted all her 
kids involved in sex for money, with her keeping all the money. After 
Laurel's surgery, Helen could hardly imagine anything as weird to do to 
Dara, but she wanted both girls included in the sex shows, as well as 
Dillon. She thought about giving Dara a breast enlargement -- not just make 
her big, but gigantic -- huge enough to make her look like a freak. Helen 
knew that men were fascinated by big breasts, and it didn't matter what the 
girl looked like otherwise -- face and teeth just don't matter if a girl has 
big tits. But Helen wanted to do something more to Dara, really change her 
appearance so men would want to look at her. The girl's waist was only a 
little smaller than her hips -- what if she were to lose weight and narrow 
her waist until it was much smaller? The combination of big tits and a small 
waist would make her look hot -- and maybe her small, flat ass could be 
rounded a little, to make her look more sexy.

Helen talked to the doctor, and he said the usual limit for breast 
enlargements was 2400cc of liquid in each of the implants, which would give 
most adult women large breasts. But Helen wanted Dara to look really 
spectacular, and she asked about the maximum size available. The doctor told 
her he could give Dara 3000cc implants using "string" material, where the 
implants are made of a synthetic substance called polypropylene, which 
causes the breast implants to absorb fluids and expand. The absorbent nature 
of the implants means that a girl who has string breast implants will 
experience almost continuous breast growth following her operation.

Helen asked how large Dara's breasts would get, and the doctor grinned, and 
told her she would be satisfied with them. He said this type of implant is 
almost always used for strippers and women who make pornographic movies, and 
it makes her look like a freak. That was exactly what Helen wanted to hear, 
and she told the doctor to go ahead.


CHAPTER 9: Dara's Surgery

Dara had her surgery in the same dirty little room where Laurel had hers. 
After administering anesthetic, the doctor stripped Dara and fingered her 
pussy a little, smelling his gloved fingers before he started the operation. 
The operation went well, but it was difficult to force all of the implant 
material into the area behind Dara's breasts, because her tits were so small 
to begin with. The doctor stretched her skin slowly, and was finally able to 
work the huge implants inside Dara's chest. When he finished with her breast 
implants, the doctor turned the girl over and inserted implants into each of 
her buttocks, to round them and fill them out.

Dara had the usual bruising after the operation, but she recovered quickly. 
Despite Helen's talks with her before the surgery, Dara was unprepared for 
her appearance when she woke up. The implants made her breasts look like 
soccer balls sitting on her chest -- and the string material hadn't even 
started to expand yet. Each implant contained 3000cc of material -- 
equivalent to more than three quarts of liquid -- and each of Dara's breasts 
weighed about eight pounds now. The girl was overwhelmed by the changes -- 
like most girls, she had always wished she had bigger breasts, but she had 
never imagined anything like this. After the initial period of apprehension 
following the surgery, Dara started to like her big new tits, even though 
she knew the other girls would either like her more -- or hate her.

The first time Dara stood up to go to the bathroom, she had to support her 
breasts with her arms, lifting the huge mounds as she walked. She couldn't 
see her legs or feet, and she had to be careful not to trip and fall. When 
she released her breasts to wipe herself on the toilet, she felt their 
enormous weight pulling down on her chest, and her back had already begun to 
ache from supporting the huge globes. They wobbled and bounced with each 
step as she slowly came back to the bed. She brushed her fingers over her 
erect nipples, and her whole body stiffened as a shock ran through her -- 
the operation had made her nipples extremely sensitive, much more than 
before, and the slightest touch made them erect and hard. Her areolas were 
huge now, four inches wide, and they were swollen and puffy around her 
nipples. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, and closed her eyes as 
a heavenly feeling swept through her body. This was going to be fun!

While Dara was recovering from her surgery, Helen put her on a diet. She 
wanted the girl's waist to be much smaller, to accentuate the size of her 
big new tits and her round little ass. Dara's measurements before the 
surgery were 32A-29-31. Her breast and buttock implants took care of two of 
her measurements, but Helen wanted her waist to be tiny. So she starved 
Dara, giving her high-protein supplements and no solid food at all for two 
months, along with minerals and other supplements. At the end of the diet, 
Dara was 72EEE-18-37. Her waist was so small, it looked like she would fall 
over when she stood up, with her massive breasts sticking out over her slim 
waist. Her breast implants were still absorbing liquids in her body, and the 
doctor told Helen that Dara's tits would grow to at least 80HHH within a few 
more months.

Helen was trying to find clothes for Dara to wear, but she finally had to 
have everything custom-made to fit the girl's huge boobs and rounded hips, 
and her tiny waist. Her bra looked like a carrier for basketballs that might 
be used for sports -- two huge cups with wide support straps. Even when she 
wore the bra, a lot of strain was going to be felt in her back, from the 
weight of her big tits, and she had to really work just to stand up 
straight. Helen didn't get her any panties -- just thongs, with a thin strap 
around her waist and a thinner strip running down between her pussy lips and 
emerging at the top of her ass crack in back. Dara's cunt and ass were 
completely exposed.

Helen kept Dara on her special protein diet, and it made the girl look 
unbelievable -- she was all skin and bones except for her gigantic boobs and 
her wide hips. Her waist was so small, it seemed to disappear between her 
big tits above and her lush hips below. Her arms and legs were terribly 
slim, like matchsticks, and it was hard to believe she could actually walk 
around, supporting the massive weight of her breasts, without falling over.


CHAPTER 10: Something for Dillon

Helen wanted her son Dillon to participate in the sex shows and earn money 
for her along with her daughters, and she knew she could get more money for 
a show with an underage boy and girl in it (Dara was 18 and legally an adult 
now). If she advertised a show where two sisters performed with their 
brother, she could really make a lot of money -- and she might even join in 
herself.

But she wanted to do something to Dillon's body to make him as big an 
attraction as Laurel and Dara after their surgeries. There was only one area 
to work with -- his cock -- and she talked to the doctor about making it 
bigger. Helen had looked at Dillon's penis while he was sleeping, and she 
knew it was 6 inches long when it got hard -- she had touched him gently 
until he got an erection. There are hundreds of creams and ointments that 
advertise they will make a penis bigger, but they are all useless, just 
scams to bring in money from uninformed men. The doctor, however, told Helen 
about a medication he had heard about when he was in Ecuador. Native tribes 
used it to increase penis size, and the doctor told Helen he had seen some 
incredible results. It worked by enlarging the capacity of the veins in the 
penis, so that arousal caused more blood to flow into the organ, and once 
the penis was erect, the medicine caused the valves at the base of the penis 
to close, trapping the blood inside the penis and prolonging the erection 
for hours. Administering larger and larger doses of the medicine allowed the 
penis to stretch gradually, and the doctor said he had seen one young man 
with an erection that was 20 inches long, almost the size of a horse's cock 
when it is fully erect. Helen asked the doctor to obtain some of the 
medicine from his contacts in South America. It was very expensive, but 
Helen figured it would be worth the cost if it worked as well as the doctor 
said.

The doctor started Dillon on the medicine as soon as it arrived from 
Ecuador. It had to be administered by injections around the base of his 
penis, and Dillon absolutely did not want to do it, but Helen talked to him 
and shamed him into doing it. She told him that his sisters had already 
agreed to have surgery to help out with expenses at home, and all he had to 
do was have some injections. She emphasized how nice it would be to have a 
bigger penis, and, though Dillon was embarrassed to talk about this with his 
own mother, he had to agree with her -- he had always wished his cock was 
bigger, but he thought there was no way to really make it get bigger. So he 
agreed to have the injections, but he couldn't help crying every time the 
needle was inserted. He had to have six injections every other day for two 
weeks, to build up the level of medication in his bloodstream. After the 
first week, he had to rub his cock and get an erection at each session with 
the doctor, so the doctor could monitor the effectiveness of the drugs.

After a week of injections, Dillon's cock measured 8 inches when he got an 
erection. The doctor told Helen the effect of the drugs would be cumulative 
-- and after the second week, Dillon's penis was 13 inches long. The doctor 
said it would continue to expand, and stopped the injections, not knowing 
how much bigger the cock would get. He told Dillon it was important for him 
to masturbate every day, and to do it more than once per day if possible, to 
insure the elasticity of the veins and flesh in his penis as the drugs 
worked. Dillon smiled broadly when the doctor told him that! He promised to 
beat off as much as he could, and even went in the boys room at school to 
masturbate between some of his classes.

After another week went by, Dillon's erection was 18 inches long, and he was 
one happy boy. He told the doctor he had to be careful at school, because an 
erection would certainly show through his jeans if he got one, so he tried 
not to think about girls at all. His cock was the same length as before when 
it was soft -- about 4 inches -- so he was OK as long as he didn't get an 
erection where other people could see it. He told the doctor his 
ejaculations were producing a huge amount of sperm, and the doctor told him 
this was normal, from the medicine working on his testicles as well as his 
penis. The doctor had Dillon masturbate for him, and caught the semen in a 
cup -- and it measured 9 ounces, far more than the average ejaculation a man 
normally produces, which is less than one ounce.

Dillon's testicles were larger now, almost twice as big as they were before 
the injections, and he had started rubbing them with his left hand while he 
jacked off his dick with his right hand. His balls felt huge, and when he 
cupped his hand around them and massaged them while he masturbated, his 
ejaculation seemed to last forever. He liked to squeeze his balls hard just 
before he was ready to cum, because this made his cock stiffen like a rock, 
and then his ejaculation was huge and heavy. His semen was thicker now, and 
very smooth and creamy.

After another two weeks, Dillon's erect cock measured 22 inches, and it 
remained the same length for three weeks in a row. The cock was bigger in 
diameter, too, about the same size as Dillon's forearm. The doctor told 
Helen that the effects would last around six months. After that, the cock 
would slowly return to its usual length -- but another round of injections 
could be administered to make it bigger again.

When Helen got home with Dillon, she called Dara and Laurel into the living 
room, and asked all three kids to take off their clothes. She told them she 
had booked their first sex show for the weekend, and they would all get to 
perform in it. She had Dara walk around so her sister and brother could see 
how big her tits were, and she had Dillon rub his cock and get it hard so 
his sisters could see how big it was now. Both girls laughed nervously as 
Dillon played with his dick, and wondered if they would get to touch it 
during the sex shows. Laurel's outward appearance hadn't changed, but Dara 
and Dillon knew what had been done during her surgery, and how her internal 
organs had been switched around. Laurel had shown Dara what she had to do 
now when she used the bathroom, and Dara was completely grossed out by the 
whole thing.


CHAPTER 11: Getting Ready for the Sex Show

Helen rented an old, dirty warehouse in Manassas and advertised her sex show 
on the internet. The doctor had told her how to reach men who would be 
interested in this sort of show, and she sold 120 tickets within a week, at 
$150 each, and she knew she could get the men to pay more in cash at the 
show, by offering to let them have sex with her children. She advertised the 
show only as a sex show, but she felt sure then men would want to have fuck 
her daughters after they saw them perform, and some of the men would want to 
have sex with Dillon, either sucking his cock or fucking him in the ass.

Helen hadn't told the kids about what was going to happen to them after the 
show, when the men would want more from them than just watching a show. 
Helen knew this would be traumatizing for the kids, but she didn't care. Her 
hatred for her ex-husband carried over to her kids, and she wanted them to 
be hurt the way she would like to hurt Peter. She just wanted to make as 
much money as she could, and she would worry about the condition of the kids 
later.

The show was set for Saturday night, and Helen got there two hours early 
with her kids, to get everything set up. The warehouse was filthy, but it 
had a loading dock at one end, raised about three feet above the floor, 
which could be used as a stage. The whole place smelled like urine and 
feces, from the homeless people that had taken shelter here at various 
times, but Helen figured this would lend a certain air of raunchiness to the 
sex show. The kids helped set up the folding chairs that Helen had rented, 
and then she took them to a small room behind the loading dock to get 
dressed for the show. She showed them the clothes and shoes she had gotten 
for them, then left them there to change while she went out to start letting 
in the men for the show and collecting their money.

Dara and Laurel had matching outfits, not anything like their usual clothes. 
The girls stared at the skimpy items, thinking how little they would hide 
from the men in the audience. There was a bra for each girl, but it was just 
two little patches of red silk, with thin red straps. There were two 
g-strings that had the same thin red straps as the bras -- and that was 
about all there was to them. There was a strap to go around the girl's 
waist, and another strap ran down between her legs and up in back, 
connecting to the waist strap. But all the straps were the size of 
spaghetti, and would hide nothing when the girls put them on. Each girl also 
had a pair of red high heels with ankle straps, but the heels were five 
inches high, and the toes of the shoes were very long and pointed. There was 
a small padlock with each shoe, and Helen had told the girls to lock the 
shoes on their feet after they put them on -- the ankle straps had small 
leather bands where the locks would be inserted. The last items were red 
leather slave collars with several rings dangling from them, and each collar 
had one word spelled out in rhinestones on the front: "SLUT."

Dillon's outfit was only one piece -- a thick red elastic band that his 
mother had told him to wear around his cock and balls. It would lift his 
penis and testicles and make them more noticeable, and it would trap the 
blood that flowed into his cock when he got an erection, helping him stay 
hard for a longer period. His sisters laughed when they saw it -- at least 
they got to wear something that covered up a little bit of their bodies, but 
Dillon was just hanging out there for everybody to see.

Helen came into the small room and told the kids it was time to start the 
show. She said there were 127 men in the audience, and they were all set to 
watch the kids perform. She had outlined the show to the kids before, 
telling them what things to do and how to do them, but she was still 
concerned that they might forget -- or just refuse to do some of the things 
when they saw and heard the men in the audience. Helen couldn't believe how 
many black men were in the audience -- she still thought of them as 
"niggers" as her parents had taught her to call them -- and she knew they 
had bigger cocks than white men, and they acted like animals. She could 
smell them as they came in, and saw the grins on their faces at the thought 
of seeing underage white kids performing. Helen knew that nigger men want 
one thing above all others -- to screw as many white girls as they can, and 
to hurt them while they screw them -- and she was concerned about the safety 
of her kids... but she wasn't concerned enough to risk giving back any of 
the money. So she told the kids how important it was to do everything they 
had talked about. Just before she opened the door to the stage, she quickly 
told them that some of the men might want to kiss them or touch them after 
the show, and she told the kids to let the men do whatever they wanted. Dara 
and Laurel got nervous when they heard their mother say that, and wanted to 
ask her some questions, but she opened the door and motioned them out on the 
stage.


CHAPTER 12: The Sex Show Begins

The large room was dark, with bright lights over the stage that lit up that 
end of the room only. The kids could hear the men talking and laughing as 
they came out on the stage, but the room got very quiet when the men saw the 
two girls in their skimpy underwear. Both girls were having trouble walking 
in the high heels, and kept wobbling as they slowly walked over to the 
middle of the stage. Dillon's face turned bright red as he glanced down at 
his penis and saw it was already starting to get hard. It was bouncing with 
every step he took, and he could see that some of the men were staring at 
him. He wanted to put his hands between his legs and cover himself, but his 
mother had told him not to do that, because the men had paid to see the show 
and they should be able to see everything.

Dara and Laurel were holding hands as they walked. Laurel's long red hair 
gleamed in the bright lights, and her pale white skin showed the freckles on 
her arms and across the top of her breasts. Dara wasn't as pretty as Laurel 
-- but she was a young white girl, and that's all the men in the audience 
wanted. There was a low growl from the audience as the girls walked, with 
their small breasts jiggling with each step and their round little asses 
hanging out. Their bras and g-strings hid almost nothing, and the men liked 
what they saw.

Helen came out of the room onto the stage. She had quickly changed into her 
own outfit for the show -- a bra and g-string like her daughters were 
wearing, and the same red high heels with ankle straps -- but her slave 
collar had a different word on it: "WHORE." She smiled at the men as she 
walked over to her daughters and stood between them. "We want to give you a 
good show tonight, so everybody, enjoy it!" The men roared with approval and 
applauded as Helen whispered to her daughters. She stepped back, and Dara 
took Laurel in her arms and kissed her on the mouth. Laurel put her arms 
around her sister and kissed back, and both girls started to caress each 
other, moving their hands over each other's slim young bodies.

Helen went to Dillon and got down on her knees in front of him. She leaned 
forward and put both hands on the floor, then opened her mouth and took the 
head of his cock between her lips. Dillon knew she was going to do this, but 
he still was embarrassed that all these men were watching his own mother 
sucking his cock. As she took more of his penis in her mouth, he felt it 
start to grow, and closed his eyes as he started to get an erection. He 
looked down at his mother's face as she sucked, and she looked up at him at 
the same moment, and Dillon felt his cock stiffen as she moved her head back 
and forth. Because of the special drugs Dillon had taken, his cock soon got 
so big that Helen couldn't take it all in her mouth, so she started licking 
and kissing the shaft as it got bigger and bigger. It was already 16 inches 
long and 3 inches wide, and Helen licked it hotly, making slurping sounds as 
she ran her tongue all over it.

Dara and Laurel were still getting each other hot, kissing and licking as 
they swayed slowly in their high heels. They kept glancing over at Dillon, 
watching his cock get bigger and bigger as their mother sucked it, and both 
girls soon felt some sticky fluids leaking out of their pussies and 
trickling down their thighs. They really needed to be fucked, and their 
cunts felt all hot and creamy as they touched each other.


CHAPTER 13: Dillon Fucks His Whole Family

Helen pulled her head back, letting Dillon's erection drop out of her mouth 
as she looked up at her son. "Are you ready to do it now?" The boy nodded 
quickly, remembering what she had told him before the show. She wanted him 
to make love to his sisters, and this would be the first time Dara would 
have sex, so Dillon was excited. Dillon was still a virgin, but he had 
masturbated before, so he knew what an orgasm felt like -- but Dara had 
never been penetrated, and he was really starting to want her body as he 
watched her kissing Laurel. He could feel his cock throbbing heavily, and 
his balls were huge, thrusting forward because of the elastic strap around 
his cock and balls.

Helen stood up and took Dillon's hand and led him over to his sisters. The 
girls stood there, their bodies shining in the bright lights as they looked 
at Dillon's huge erection. Helen whispered in his ear, "I want you to make 
love to me, too, angel -- the men paid extra to see you do it, and I really 
want you to, OK?" Dillon felt his face redden as he looked at his mother and 
thought about having sex with her. He had never seen her naked before, and 
her big breasts were hanging out, jiggling as she talked to him, and 
suddenly he wanted to stick his cock into her.

Helen told the girls to face the audience and take off their bras and 
g-strings slowly. Dara reached up and removed her bra, smiling at the men as 
she dropped it on the stage. She pulled down her g-string, and the thin 
strap slowly emerged from her pussy. She dropped it beside her bra and stood 
there naked as Laurel started to take off her clothes. She lifted her bra 
over her head and tossed it aside, then pulled down the front of her 
g-string, and the thin strap slowly emerged from between her pussy lips. It 
was glistening with fluids from inside her vagina, and she smiled as she 
pulled it down and stepped out of it. The girls stood there as Helen 
stripped, dropping her bra and g-string on the stage. Helen was standing 
between her daughters, and now all three girls bent over and put their hands 
on their ankles, but raised their heads so the men could still see their 
faces. Dillon stood behind Dara and moved his cock so the head was touching 
her slit.

Dara gasped as she felt Dillon's penis touch her. Then she felt it going 
inside her, stretching her pussy lips apart as it penetrated her, and she 
shivered with delight, smiling as the cock started to fill the space between 
her legs. Her huge breasts were hanging down under her chin, and she could 
see the men in the audience staring at her. Some of them were touching 
between their legs, playing with their cocks, and Dara got so hot when she 
saw that. Her pussy was burning, all hot and creamy after she and Laurel had 
kissed each other, and now she needed a nice hard cock up her snatch. Dillon 
thrust into her, breaking her hymen, and she lost her virginity as she gave 
a little yelp of pain. Dillon gave her a few more strokes, only sticking a 
few inches of his huge cock inside her for now -- his mother had told him to 
be careful not to hurt his sisters -- and then he pulled out of her pussy.

He moved over to Laurel, and held her hips in place as he positioned his 
erection at her slit. He knew she had bowel movements through her pussy, and 
he didn't really want to stick his penis in there, but he knew he had to. 
Laurel's mouth was open with anticipation, and she wiggled her hips a 
little, wanting Dillon inside her. He gave her a thrust, but didn't fully 
penetrate her, and she closed her eyes and held her breath as he slowly 
entered her vagina. It started to hurt as Dillon forced his cock deeper 
inside her. Suddenly her brother jabbed his cock inside her, and she groaned 
as his huge cock filled her cunt. Dillon gave her a few slow strokes, then 
pulled out of her and moved over to his mother.

Helen had told Dillon he could insert more of his cock in her quim, since 
she was accustomed to getting fucked. Her pussy lips were much looser than 
her daughters' were, and her cunt was big and loose from years of getting 
screwed. But Dillon's cock was bigger than anything that had ever been used 
on her, and she was anticipating a whole new experience -- but when he 
thrust into her, she went completely rigid as she realized just how big he 
was. Dillon had only ten inches of cock inside her, but it was stretching 
her because it was so wide -- and then he started to push more cock meat 
into her pussy. His cock had grown until it was fully 22 inches long, bigger 
than Helen's arm, and it felt like she was being fucked by a horse. Dillon 
pulled almost all the way out of her, and the men in the audience could see 
her pussy juices glistening wetly on the shaft of his cock for a moment 
before he shoved it back inside his mother's vagina. He had 16 inches inside 
her now, and she was moaning loudly, begging him to be gentle with her, but 
begging for more of his cock. He forced a few more inches into her twat, and 
then Helen whispered to him to try to get it all inside her. Dillon held her 
hips and thrust his hips forward hard, and his whole cock disappeared inside 
Helen's gaping cunt. He held it there, holding her hips hard against his 
groin, and Helen made a moaning sound in her throat as she had an orgasm. 
Her whole body spasmed, and a series of orgasms swept over her. Her body was 
covered with sweat and her eyes were closed tight as she groaned, bucking 
backward against Dillon, helping him screw her deeper. Her hands were 
gripping her ankles so tightly, her knuckles were white with the effort, and 
sweat was dripping off her forehead as she had one orgasm after another. 
Dara and Laurel had their heads turned so they could watch as their mother 
enjoyed the heavenly feeling of a big cock in her pussy.


CHAPTER 14: Dara and Laurel Show Their Special Talents

Dillon knew he wasn't supposed to cum yet. Helen had a whole series of 
things she wanted him to do with his cock before he ejaculated, so he pulled 
out of her twat and stepped back, his erection throbbing heavily. Helen let 
go of her ankles and stood up, her face flushed and sweating heavily from 
the good fucking she got from her son. She told her daughters to stand up, 
and all three girls got on their knees in front of Dillon. The girls had 
their backs to the audience, and they leaned forward and put their hands on 
the floor so their asses were elevated a little, and then they started 
licking Dillon's big cock. It was so long, all three girls could lick it and 
kiss it at the same time. They nuzzled and kissed his balls, too, and his 
cock kept throbbing heavily as their lips and tongues worked on it.

Helen finally took Laurel's hand and the two of them moved to the side, and 
Helen motioned for Dara to rub Dillon's cock with her big breasts. Dara 
moved around so the audience could see her tits as she raised herself a 
little, but stayed on her knees as she used both hands to lift her huge jugs 
and wrap them around Dillon's erection. He started thrusting against her, 
fucking her breasts as she rocked forward and backward in rhythm with him. 
Each thrust of his cock brought the cock head near Dara's lips, and she 
started taking it  into her mouth on each stroke, sucking and licking it 
briefly before her brother pulled it back for another thrust. Dara's nipples 
were sticking out like little cocks, and Dillon took them in his fingers and 
pinched them, rolling them between his fingers as Dara moaned with deep 
sexual satisfaction. She had the first orgasm of her life while her brother 
was playing with her nipples, and gave a little scream as her breasts seemed 
to have electricity shooting through them. Dillon pinched her again, and 
Dara almost fainted as three more orgasms hit her in quick succession. She 
looked up at her brother gratefully as she wrapped her huge tits tightly 
around his cock.

Dillon could feel his cock throbbing as he rubbed it against his sister's 
soft breasts, but he knew it was still too early to cum, so he stepped back, 
pulling his cock out from between Dara's tits. She looked disappointed as 
she stood up and went to stand beside her mother.

Now it was time for Laurel to show her special talents. She went over to her 
brother and stood in front of him, then leaned over, so her breasts were 
just above his erection, which was pointing toward the audience. Laurel 
turned her head and smiled at the men, then slowly cupped her titties in her 
hands and started to squeeze them. Her mother had told her to drink three 
glasses of water while they were setting up the chairs for the sex show, and 
she really needed to pee now. She closed her eyes as urine started to flow 
out of her nipples, dripping down over Dillon's cock and splashing into a 
large bowl that he had placed on the floor under his cock.

The men had read Helen's publicity about the show, and they knew what she 
had said about Laurel's surgeries -- but seeing it was something else again. 
Every man in the audience had his eyes glued to Laurel's small breasts, and 
a noise spread through the room as the girl squeezed piss out of her 
nipples. The noise was like a low growl, and it was coming from everywhere 
in the room. This little slut was actually urinating from her tits! The men 
just couldn't believe it, and every one of them suddenly got a huge 
erection. Now Laurel was rubbing her breasts against Dillon's cock, swaying 
back and forth as she continued to piss on his dick. Her pee flowed down 
over the cock and dripped into the bowl, filling it about halfway by the 
time she finished urinating.

Dillon stepped back, and Laurel turned to face the audience, straddling the 
bowl. She slowly squatted over it with her high heels on either side of it, 
lowering her hips until her pussy was just above the top of the bowl. She 
looked at the men in the audience, and smiled a little, then started to 
strain, a look of concentration on her face as she tried to defecate. Some 
shit slid out of her pussy into the bowl -- and the men were totally silent, 
so the splash could be heard through the whole room as Laurel's turds 
plopped down into the bowl of her urine. She strained again, and more dark 
brown shit slid out of her cunt and splashed down into the bowl. The men 
were commenting on what she was doing, and most of them simply couldn't 
believe what they were seeing. Even sex shows in Mexico, where a young girl 
got fucked by a donkey, couldn't compare with the filthiness of this 
spectacle.

Laurel put both hands between her legs and spread herself open, so her pussy 
lips were wide open and the pink channel of her vagina could be seen clearly 
-- and it was stained brown, from the shit that was moving though it as 
Laurel defecated. The girl smiled lewdly, and shitted out another large 
turd, wiggling her hips a little as it slid down into the bowl between her 
legs. She sighed as she finished her bowl movement, then stood up and walked 
back over to where her mother and sister were standing.


CHAPTER 15: Getting All the Girls Pregnant

Helen had offered a special deal to the men that bought tickets to the sex 
show -- they would get to see her son try to get all three girls in the 
family pregnant during the show. Ordinarily that would mean Dillon would 
have to cum three times -- but with his huge cock and balls, and because of 
the drugs he had taken, he could produce enough semen with just one 
ejaculation to impregnate his sisters and his mother. Helen had carefully 
checked her own temperature and those of her daughters, and checked the 
dates when she and the girls got their periods, and she knew they were all 
ovulating tonight.

She had explained to Dillon what he would have to do -- have sex with her 
and with his sisters, and when he was ready to cum, he would dump his load 
in his mother's vagina. Then she would lay back with her legs open, and each 
of her daughters would put a hand down in her pussy and scoop out some of 
Dillon's sperm. Dara would insert the sperm in her own vagina -- and Laurel 
would insert some sperm in her asshole, since that's where her cervix and 
womb were located after her surgery. Dillon would then fuck each girl a 
little, to force the warm semen deeper inside her -- so he would fuck Dara's 
pussy and Laurel's asshole.

Helen faced the audience and explained what was going to happen, and the men 
all leaned forward, anxious to see this perversion performed upon the girls. 
Helen and Dillon dragged out a large wood platform, about 30 inches high, 
and set it at the front edge of the stage.

Helen stepped up on the platform, then got down on her hands and knees, and 
lowered her head until her chin was touching the platform. Dara and Laurel 
did the same, one on each side of their mother, so all three girls were 
facing the audience, with their round little asses elevated. Dillon stood 
behind them, and started by inserting his huge cock in Dara's pussy. She 
smiled happily, and closed her eyes as her brother started screwing her. He 
fucked her for about ten minutes, giving her a lot of orgasms before he 
pulled out of her pussy and stepped over behind Laurel. She reached around 
and pulled her ass cheeks apart so he could insert his erection in her tight 
little anus, and then she sighed as he started to fuck her in the ass. It 
still hurt to be fucked that way, and Laurel tried to smile like she was 
enjoying it, but it was obvious to the men watching that it was hurting her 
-- and they liked that a lot. Tears of pain were streaming down her cheeks 
when her brother finished fucking her and moved over to his mother.

Helen gave a little gasp as Dillon penetrated her, then she closed her eyes 
and just enjoyed the heavenly feeling of his large cock filling her pussy. 
Even though her pussy was big and loose from years of getting fucked, Helen 
could feel how her son's penis filled her and stretched her like she was a 
virgin getting deflowered. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she had 
a series of orgasms that made her whole body quiver with sexual excitement. 
Dillon poked his cock deep into her cunt, and she gave a little scream as 
several more orgasms shot through her body. Her mouth was hanging open and 
she was drooling onto the platform as she went out of her mind with orgasms. 
She was holding hands with Dara and Laurel, and her daughters were just 
wishing it was them getting such a good fucking.

Finally Dillon felt his cock throb heavily, and he knew he needed to cum. He 
held his mother's hips in both hands and jerked her body back against his 
groin roughly as he shoved his whole cock inside her and ejaculated. Helen 
screamed, her body spasming as she received his huge load. She was having 
continuous orgasms now, feeling the spurts of jism as the cock inside her 
kept exploding, pumping her vagina full of warm sperm. Dillon finished, and 
slowly pulled his massive cock out of her twat as Helen's body twitched with 
excitement. She opened her eyes, realizing that he was finished, and she 
quickly lay down on her back and raised her legs in the air, spreading them 
wide apart to allow access to her pussy.

Dara put one hand inside her mother's snatch and removed some of the sperm, 
then lay down on her back and lifted her legs like her mother had done, and 
inserted her fingers in her own cunt and deposited Dillon's sperm inside 
her. Dillon moved over to her and inserted his still-erect cock into her 
pussy and gave her several slow strokes, forcing his cum deep inside her 
vagina.

Laurel put her hand inside Helen's twat and withdrew some of Dillon's sperm. 
Then she raised her legs, but rolled back further than Dara had done, so her 
asshole was exposed, and put her fingers in her rectum and inserted Dillon's 
semen. Dillon had pulled out of Dara's pussy, and now he stood over Laurel 
and inserted his cock into her anus, making her gasp as he penetrated her. 
He fucked her for a while, using his cock to force his sperm deep into her 
colon where it would flow through her cervix into her womb.

After Dillon finished fucking Laurel, all three girls lay there with their 
legs in the air for half an hour, to give the sperm time to flow slowly down 
into their genitals and hopefully get them pregnant. Dillon spent the time 
taking turns with them, giving each of his sisters a few minutes of slow 
fucking -- Dara in her pussy and Laurel in her ass -- and then sticking his 
cock up his mother's snatch and giving her another orgasm while he filled 
her cunt with his dick. He held her ankles in his hands as he slowly screwed 
her, then lifted her legs and spread them wide apart as he thrust into her, 
and she closed her eyes and smiled happily as another wave of orgasms swept 
over her.


CHAPTER 16: Audience Participation

After giving Dillon's sperm time to flow deep into her and her daughters and 
hopefully get them all pregnant, Helen stood up and invited the men in the 
audience to come up onstage and have sex with her and her children. This was 
what the men had been waiting for, and they quickly started swarming up on 
the stage. Helen announced that there were only two rules: she and Dara 
couldn't be fucked in their pussies, because the men's semen might get them 
pregnant instead of Dillon's sperm; and Laurel could only be fucked in her 
pussy or her mouth, not in her ass, since her cervix and womb were now 
attached to her asshole. Helen told the men that they could fuck Dillon in 
the ass if they liked that sort of thing, or he would fuck them in the ass, 
or he would suck them off, or they could suck his huge cock.

Helen and Dara got up on the platform on their hands and knees, so their 
assholes were exposed and available to their fuckers. Laurel lay down on her 
back beside Dara and lifted her legs in the air, spreading them so her pussy 
was fully exposed. A line formed in front of each girl, and the men started 
fucking them. Dillon was standing beside the platform while a man got down 
on his knees and sucked Dillon's cock, and several other men were in line to 
do the same thing. Some of the other men wanted to fuck Dillon in his ass, 
and for that he would get up on the platform beside Laurel, on his hands and 
knees, so they men would have easy access to his asshole.

Helen and Dara were in heaven, with one black man after another sticking his 
cock in their pussies. They both had so many orgasms they lost count, and 
they were holding hands as they enjoyed the attention of so many men and so 
many big cocks. Some of the men told the girls to kiss each other, and Dara 
kissed her mother lewdly, licking her face and sticking her tongue deep into 
Helen's mouth. Most of the men didn't bother to touch their breasts, so 
Helen and Dara caressed each other's tits as only girls can, and their 
nipples were sticking out like little cocks.

Laurel was loving the cocks in her pussy, and kept moaning as she had 
orgasms. The men fucking her were very interested in her breasts, since she 
used them to piss, and the men kept asking her to squeeze her nipples so 
some pee would leak out and run down under her arms. One man asked her to 
suck her own breast, and Laurel wrinkled her nose at him, but used her hands 
to lift her tits so she could get her mouth on her own nipples. She sucked 
some urine out of her breasts, and she wanted to spit it out, but her fucker 
told her to swallow it, and he was giving her such a good fucking, she 
obeyed, gagging a little, but managing to swallow the warm urine.

All the fuckers were dumping their loads inside the girls. Helen's ass was 
so full of cum, it was leaking out and running down her thighs. Dara's 
bowels felt bloated from all the sperm that had been dumped in her, like she 
needed to go to the bathroom. Laurel was the only girl getting fucked in her 
pussy, since she couldn't get pregnant that way after her surgery, and her 
vagina was completely filled with thick, creamy semen from the men that had 
screwed her. Since her vagina was now connected to her large intestine, the 
sperm was slowly flowing deeper inside her body, mixing with the feces in 
her intestine, and making her feel like she needed to take a shit.

After Laurel had been fucked by about forty men, she asked if she could 
stand up and empty the sperm out of her vagina and her bowels. One of the 
men brought the bowl she had used earlier, and told her to squat over it. 
Laurel squatted slowly, then used her hands to spread her pussy lips wide 
apart. The men who weren't fucking Helen or Dara or Dillon had gathered 
around her to watch, and Laurel frowned as she strained, working the muscles 
in her vagina. A huge glob of sperm oozed out of her pussy into the bowl. 
The semen was streaked with brown, and Laurel grunted with satisfaction as 
some turds slid out of her cunt and plopped down in the bowl. The jism in 
her vagina lubricated her so the feces just slid right out of her. The bowl 
was almost full of sperm, shit and urine when the girl was finished.

One of the men told Laurel to get down on her knees in front of the bowl. 
She obeyed, and then he told her to pick up the bowl and drink some of it. 
She refused -- and that's when the trouble started. The man walked over to 
Laurel -- and took out a knife. He held the point of the knife against her 
left nipple. He looked down at her. "Do you want to keep your nipples, 
bitch?" Laurel was frozen with fear, and she yelped when the man poked the 
knife a little harder against her erect nipple. He ran the point of the 
knife across the top of her breasts, very lightly, but hard enough to leave 
a thin red line of blood on the girl's tits. Laurel quickly picked up the 
bowl and held it in front of her. The smell was horrible, like a dirty 
toilet, and she gagged a little. How could she possibly swallow this scummy 
mess?! She looked up at the man. "Please don't make me do this... I'll do 
whatever you want... you can fuck me any way you want, or I'll suck you 
off... oh god please..." The man just laughed, and moved the knife down 
between Laurel's legs. He ran the point of the knife across her pubis, just 
above her slit, leaving another thin red line of blood, and Laurel lifted 
the bowl and started to drink her own urine. She got a big piece of shit in 
her mouth, and her eyes widened as she felt her stomach lurch unsteadily. 
She tried to hold it in, but she couldn't -- she vomited into the bowl. When 
she finished throwing up, she lowered the bowl -- but the man told her to 
try again. She looked up at him angrily, but she knew what he would do if 
she refused. She lifted the bowl again, and closed her eyes so she wouldn't 
have to look at the vile mixture. She took a little into her mouth, and 
quickly swallowed it, trying not to taste it. She took another mouthful, 
feeling a glob of sperm enter her mouth and slide down her throat. The next 
mouthful had more shit in it, and a chunk of her own vomit, and her stomach 
lurched again, but she managed to get it down.

After Laurel had swallowed about half the bowl of scum, the man told her she 
could stop. But when she started to put the bowl down, the man told her to 
get up and bring it with her. He led her over to where her sister and her 
mother were laying on their backs getting fucked, and told her to pour it in 
their faces. Laurel started to cry, but the man yelled at her to do it. She 
held the bowl over her sister's head and slowly poured about half of it on 
Dara's face. Dara groaned in disgust, closing her eyes and mouth as tight as 
she could as the urine ran down onto her face, carrying pieces of shit and 
globs of sperm and bits of Laurel's vomit with it. Some of the mess ran into 
Dara's nose, and she shook her head violently, trying to clear her nostrils. 
Laurel poured the rest of the bowl on her mother's face, whispering over and 
over again, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." as she soiled Helen's face.


CHAPTER 17: The Sex Show Ends

The men fucked the girls for more than six hours, and Dillon was included, 
too. He spent an hour sucking off some of the men, and then a few of them 
wanted to fuck him in the ass. None of them wanted him to fuck them because 
his cock was so big, but after he took several cocks up his own ass, he had 
to stand there while some men got down on their knees and sucked his cock. 
He had three more orgasms, and the men swallowed his loads greedily.

The men finally left, but Helen was so exhausted, she just stayed there on 
her back for a while. Her daughters were laying beside her, all of them 
overflowing with sperm in their genitals, and with urine, sperm and feces on 
their faces and breasts. The room smelled like a sewer, but they were all 
too tired to do anything right away. Finally Dillon got up and started 
cleaning himself, and his mother and sisters followed. They just left all 
the chairs there, and put on their clothes and went home.

As soon as they got home, all four of them took long showers, to wash off 
the filth from their bodies -- but neither Helen nor her daughters douched. 
Helen knew that pregnant girls were a much bigger draw at a sex show, and 
she wanted to stage another show -- if she or one or more of her girls did 
get pregnant from today's sex show. So she told her daughters to do nothing 
that might harm their pregnancy, like douching or washing too thoroughly. Of 
course this meant different bodily openings for the girls -- Dara's vagina 
and Laurel's asshole -- where each girl had received Dillon's cum. And Helen 
told the girls to put pillows under their legs to elevate them while they 
slept, and she did the same -- to try to keep the sperm in their bodies 
flowing deep inside them, to promote fertilization.


CHAPTER 18: News from the Doctor

Helen was the first to suspect she might be pregnant. Since she had gone 
through this before, she knew the feeling, and she went to the doctor three 
weeks after the sex show, and he confirmed that she was pregnant -- with her 
own grandchild, since her son was the father of her baby. She rushed home 
and told the kids, and Dillon was proud that he had scored on his first 
attempt. The girls were envious, both of them hoping they would get 
pregnant, too. Helen took Dara to the doctor a week later, because she was 
feeling sick in the morning, and the doctor told them she was pregnant. 
Laurel seemed to have no symptoms -- but then she missed her period the 
following month, and a visit to the doctor confirmed she was pregnant, too. 
So Dara and Laurel were carrying their own sisters or brothers, and Helen's 
baby would be their aunt or uncle.

Helen knew there would be trouble if the school authorities found out about 
the girls' pregnancies, so she took them out of school, with the explanation 
that she was going to home-school them. And she did -- but what she taught 
them was not in any lesson plan at any normal school. Helen knew that men 
like to have sex with pregnant girls, so she had to bring Dara and Laurel 
slowly around to accepting the idea of having sex while they were pregnant. 
She told the girls that it would make them feel better, not feeling as sick 
in the morning, if they had sex while they were carrying their babies. She 
told them how much men like to make love to girls while they're pregnant. 
She gave them the idea that men were especially tender and gentle with 
pregnant girls.


CHAPTER 19: Deceiving Dara and Laurel

Of course Helen knew the truth -- that men like to hurt girls while they're 
fucking them, and a pregnant girl is easier to hurt than one who is not 
pregnant. Men always need something extra to keep their cocks hard, and 
seeing a girl's face grimace in pain with each thrust of his cock gives a 
man a feeling of power he can't get anywhere else. Hitting the girl while he 
screws her makes a man feel powerful, and so does hurting her genitals -- 
pinching her breasts so hard it leaves bruises, or fucking her so hard that 
her vagina is sore and bleeding after he finishes.

Helen knew it would be easier to bring her daughters around to agreeing to 
do another sex show if she could get them to think of themselves as 
submissive, or even masochistic -- so they would welcome or even enjoy the 
pain that their fuckers were going to inflict. So Helen began showing the 
girls some magazines she found on the internet, on websites not available to 
the general public, where pedophilia and the worst kinds of sadomasochism 
were featured. She showed her daughters pictures of girls younger than they 
were, hugely pregnant, laying on their backs while older men fucked them. 
There was one picture that fascinated Laurel, showing a 12-year-old girl who 
had been impregnated before she even had her first period. The girl had been 
raped by her father at her 12th birthday party, and then he let her three 
uncles gang-rape her for two days while she was tied to her bed. She didn't 
know who knocked her up, but she got pregnant and the men continued raping 
her all the time she was carrying her baby. The magazine had pictures of 
every phase of her pregnancy, and the picture that Laurel liked was taken 
when the girl was nine months pregnant, her belly distended and sticking 
out, her tiny breasts swollen with milk. She was standing with her legs 
spread, squatting a little, and one of her uncles was sitting between her 
legs licking her pussy. She was so young, she didn't have any pubic hair, 
and her slit was glistening from the saliva deposited there as her uncle 
licked her out. Two other uncles were sucking her breasts, and her father 
and her other uncle were standing on either side of her while she held their 
erect cocks in her hands.

The girl was looking directly at the camera, with a dreamy smile on her 
face, and she looked like she was having the time of her life. Laurel looked 
at that picture for hours, sometimes rubbing her hands over her breasts and 
her belly while she looked at it, wishing it was her in the picture. Helen 
could tell that Laurel was starting to love the idea of being with other men 
while she was pregnant, being the center of attention, having them touch her 
and play with her.

Dara was slower to come around, but finally Helen found a series in one of 
the sadomasochism magazines that caught Dara's attention. This story 
featured an 18-year-old girl -- the same age as Dara -- and the girl told 
how she had been taught to enjoy submission and pain. Her father raped her 
the first time when she was 14, but he used a condom, even though she hadn't 
started menstruating yet. He wanted to use the condom for another purpose, 
and after he ejaculated into it, he pulled his cock out of his daughter's 
twat, removed the condom carefully -- and poured the warm semen on the 
girl's face, letting it run down over her forehead and cheeks. At first the 
girl hated it, wiping the scummy mess off her face as soon as her father was 
finished. But her father kept talking to her, telling her that this is what 
happens to girls simply because they ARE girls, that girls are intended to 
service men with their bodies. He told her that all girls are worthless 
except when they are pleasing a man, and a girl's only reason to be alive is 
so she can be used by men. He agreed that at first all this seems just dirty 
and messy -- but he told his daughter how much better she would feel when 
she realized how happy she was making the man who was using her body. He 
explained that some of the things men like to do to girls would hurt -- but 
in the pain, a girl can find deep satisfaction in helping a man achieve 
happiness.

The next time he fucked his daughter, he emptied the used condom on her face 
as always -- and the girl seemed to accept it. Her father told her it was OK 
to pretend -- she didn't have to like it, but she needed to pretend she 
liked it so her fucker would get pleasure from the act of degrading her by 
soiling her face with his juices. Each time he fucked her after that, the 
girl enjoyed it more and more, and even started to beg him to give her his 
juices. Soon after that, the man started pinching his daughter's nipples 
while he was emptying the semen from the condom onto her face. At first, the 
girl squealed in pain and tried to push her father's hands away from her 
small breasts, but each time, she fought a little less -- and within a month 
she was leaning toward him, actually offering her breasts so he could hurt 
her while he degraded her. One photo showed her cupping her tits and 
offering them to her father while he dumped a condom on her face, and Laurel 
seemed fascinated at the girl's acceptance of her situation. The girl had a 
dreamy smile on her face as she looked up at her father, and really looked 
like she was enjoying herself.


CHAPTER 20: Experimentation and Acceptance

Dara wanted to try some of this, to see how it would make her feel. She told 
her brother what she wanted to do, and Dillon agreed to help her. She asked 
him to pinch her nipples, but the first time he was too gentle about it, and 
she told him to pinch harder. Her huge tits were hanging out like 
basketballs attached to her chest, and her nipples were huge and erect. The 
boy was reluctant, but finally he pinched Dara hard enough to make her wince 
in pain. Both kids were naked, and when Dara yelped in pain, Dillon's penis 
started to get stiff. That was the moment when Dillon started to understand 
how much fun a man could have by hurting a girl's genitals. He had been 
raised to respect girls, to be polite and courteous -- but now began his 
descent into the dark world where some people derived pleasure from the pain 
of others. He reached out with both hands and caressed his sister's big 
breasts, then took her nipples between his fingers and pinched hard, but 
this time he didn't let go immediately -- he held Dara's stiff nipples in 
his fingers and gripped them so hard, her eyes started to tear up. The girl 
was staring into her brother's eyes with a mixture of pain, fear, and panic 
-- but also with fascination. They both looked down at his cock, watching it 
get hard as he hurt her, and he shook her breasts roughly as he held her by 
her nipples. The huge globes jiggled like jelly, making Dara wince in pain.

Dara let out a scream and slapped Dillon's hands away. She fell back on the 
bed with her eyes closed -- but with a smile on her lips, and Dillon 
realized she had had an orgasm. Her whole body was still rigid from the 
shock of what had happened. Even though she was on her back, her big breasts 
stuck out like melons on her chest. Dillon reached out and just brushed his 
fingertips over one of her nipples, and Dara stiffened again as an orgasm 
swept over her. She felt her pussy getting wet between her legs, and she 
couldn't believe she was actually getting excited from being hurt. Her mind 
flowered open like her pussy, and she started to like the idea of getting 
pleasure from pain.

Helen wanted the girls and Dillon to get used to being naked and getting 
touched while other people were around, so she suggested a nightly practice 
session in the living room, where all four of them would be naked, and the 
girls would experience more of the sort of things they would be exposed to 
at the next sex show. Dillon loved the idea, since he would be on the 
"giving" end of the pain, and the girls, including his mother, would be on 
the "receiving" end, though Helen wanted the girls to hurt each other 
sometimes, to experience the feeling of power that comes with the infliction 
of pain.

At the first session, Dillon tied all three girls' hands behind them, so 
they had no way to protect themselves or their breasts. He started with 
Laurel, since he had already had a session with Dara. Helen had talked to 
Dillon earlier, telling him how to talk to the girls while he was working on 
them, suggesting phrases that he could use with them. And she had talked to 
the girls, explaining what they could do to enhance the experience.

Dillon cupped Laurel's small breasts in his hands and caressed them, then 
took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed. A little squirt of piss 
sprayed out of the girl's breast, and Dillon jumped back. Before he could 
think about it, he slapped Laurel's cheek, disgusted with her for getting 
urine on his hands. Laurel gasped in surprise and pain -- but then she 
smiled a little, feeling the rush that comes with being on the receiving end 
of punishment. She leaned toward Dillon and used one of the phrases her 
mother had taught her. "Thank you... may I have another?" Dillon frowned as 
he slapped her again, harder this time, thinking she was making fun of him. 
He squeezed her breasts again, and when his hands got wet from Laurel's 
piss, he wiped them on her face and in her hair. He told her she was a 
stupid cunt, and she stuck out her tongue at him.

Then Dillon went over to his mother and looked at her tits. Each of her 
breasts was shaped differently. They were both saggy and had stretch marks, 
but her left tit was a little fuller and hung down a little more, with a 
very prominent nipple that was as big as the first joint on her index 
finger. Her right breast was smaller and flatter, and the nipple was wider 
and a little shorter, but with a deep indentation in the middle, like the 
nipple had been split into two parts. The areola was larger, and the nipple 
stuck out more -- it was as big as the first joint on her thumb. With the 
breast being so small and flat, the nipple seemed huge, sticking out 
stiffly.

Dillon touched Helen's right nipple, fascinated by its size. He rolled it 
between his fingers, and she closed her eyes and moaned a little. He took 
her left nipple in his other hand and rolled it, but then he pinched both 
nipples hard. Helen yelped in pain and her eyes flashed angrily, but only 
for a moment, before she remembered she had to teach her daughters how to 
behave when this was done to them. She smiled at her son. "That hurt so 
good... may I have another?" Dillon squeezed her nipples roughly, and Helen 
tried to keep smiling as tears of pain welled up in her eyes. He shook her 
small tits, jerking the nipples up and down as Helen groaned in pain and 
excitement. She had given him some wood clothespins, and now he put one on 
her right nipple. Helen gasped as a sharp pain shot through her body, but 
she tried to smile at him as he put another clothespin on her left nipple. 
It felt like bees were stinging her nipples -- the pain was sharp and hot 
and didn't stop.

Dara was staring at the clothespins on her mother's nipples, breathing fast 
and raggedly as she watched Helen's face registering the pain radiating from 
her breasts. Dara looked at her brother. "Do me next... please do me now..." 
She cupped her huge boobs in her hands and lifted them, the nipples sticking 
out like little cocks, stiff and long. Dillon grinned at her and picked up 
another clothespin. He grazed it across her left nipple, and Dara groaned 
with excitement and desire. Dillon held it in front of her face. "Do you 
really want this on your nipple? Tell me how much you want it." Dara groaned 
again, grimacing as she felt a little gush of wetness between her legs -- 
her pussy was starting to cream from all the sexual tension. She looked at 
her brother with her lips apart, breathing fast, and said, "Can't you see 
how much I want it? My breasts are so big and so soft, don't you want to pin 
my nipples and watch me while you do it? Please do it... oh god please do it 
to me..." Dillon ran his fingertip over Dara's open lips, and she leaned 
forward and took his finger in her mouth, sucking it like it was a cock, 
closing her eyes as she sucked. Dillon squeezed the clothespin open, then 
clamped it on Dara's left nipple. The girl gasped loudly, and drooled a 
little saliva down her chin as her face contorted in pain. Her mouth was 
hanging open as her face twisted in pain. She moved her hands away from her 
breasts, her fingers spread open as she struggled to cope with the pain. 
Dillon quickly put a clothespin on her right nipple, and Dara arched her 
back, lifting her jugs. Her big tits were jiggling as her body vibrated from 
the pain in her nipples, and Dillon felt his cock throbbing between his 
legs. He had a full erection, and he rubbed his cock as he watched his 
sister trying to endure the pain in her breasts.

Helen was thrilled by what she was seeing -- Dara accepting the pain so 
quickly, and even asking for it. Helen had thought it would take a long time 
to work her daughters around to this point of acceptance, and the sight of 
Dara enjoying the pain in her breasts made Helen feel much better about the 
sex show that was coming up later. But there was still the question of 
Laurel's accepting the pain -- and so far that situation didn't look 
promising. The clothespin on Laurel's nipple had caused some urine to get on 
Dillon's hands, but now Dillon was going back to Laurel. He left Dara there 
with pins on both of her nipples and turned to Laurel. Her nipples were dry 
now, and Dillon attached a clothespin to her left nipple, clamping it 
quickly enough to avoid any piss squirting out. Laurel's mouth twisted in 
pain as her breast started to throb, and her brother clamped a pin on her 
other nipple. The girl went rigid, her whole body stiffening as the hot 
points of pain in her nipples radiated through her body. She started crying, 
tears running down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and mewled quietly in 
her throat. "It hurts so much... ohhhh god it hurts..."

Dillon felt his cock stiffen like a metal rod, and he rubbed it as he looked 
Laurel. Both of his sisters, and his mother, were sitting there with 
clothespins on their nipples, and his erection was huge. The sense of power 
over the girls surged through him like electricity, and his penis throbbed 
heavily in his hand as he stroked it. He stood up, holding his cock a few 
inches from Laurel's breasts, and rubbed himself as he looked down at her. 
He could see his mother and Dara watching him through their pain, wondering 
what he was going to do, wishing the hurting would stop. Laurel opened her 
eyes and looked up at him, begging him with her eyes, pleading for relief -- 
but then he saw something else in her eyes, too. He saw pride shining 
through the pain and frustration -- pride in herself, that she was able to 
endure the sharp pain in the most sensitive area of her body, and pride in 
her actions, that she was doing something most girls couldn't handle.

The surge of power Laurel felt was enough to give her the strength to bear 
the pain and frustration of the clothespins biting into her nipples. She was 
feeling the power all girls have over men -- the power to give them 
erections, to make their cocks get stiff and hard. Without an erection, it 
is not possible to have sex -- and Laurel was feeling the supreme power that 
comes with the knowledge that she could give her brother an erection just by 
sitting there and letting him see her pain. She looked up at him defiantly, 
proudly, and arched her back as she drew her shoulders together, making her 
breasts stick out a little, making the clothespins jiggle on her nipples. 
She gasped as the pins shifted position slightly, bringing a rush of fresh 
pain as the sensitive flesh of her nipples was stretched. Tears streamed 
down her cheeks, but she tried to smile, her mouth twisting into a grimace 
as he looked into Dillon's eyes. "I love what you did to me... thank you... 
I love it..."

Dillon was stroking his cock fast, and suddenly he ejaculated on Laurel's 
breasts, his cock exploding with huge gushes of semen that splashed on 
Laurel's tits and ran down into her pubic hair. The boy quickly moved in 
front of his mother and gave Helen a few gushes, then went to Dara and 
dumped some sperm on her big jugs. All three girls were taken by surprise, 
and their mouths were hanging open as they received Dillon's massive load. 
He finished by giving Laurel the last of his cum, squeezing out some strings 
of ropey sperm that coated her small breasts and dripped heavily down into 
her groin.

Dillon left them sitting there with their hands tied behind them for an hour 
while his cum oozed slowly down their bodies. When he finally came back to 
release them, he took the clothespins off Dara's nipples first, and the girl 
yelped with pain as they were removed. She started rubbing her breasts, 
trying to get blood circulating again as Dillon removed Helen's and Laurel's 
clothespins. Then he left the girls alone, as Helen had told him to earlier, 
so they could talk and bond with each other as the receivers of sexual pain 
from a man.


CHAPTER 21: Turning Nice Young Girls into Submissive Masochists

Helen cuddled her daughters and told them what a good job they had done. She 
lavished praise on them, trying to make them feel good about what they 
allowed Dillon to do to them. Their nipples and areolas were still red and 
swollen and very painful, but Helen told them they would feel better the 
next day, and told them to think about the feeling of power over the men 
doing these things to them. The men could hurt them, but the girls would 
always have something the men would never have -- the power to give them 
erections. Helen explained that there is nothing more important to a man 
than his erection, and a hard cock is in many ways the measure of a man, or 
at least that's what men think. A girl has the power to cause him to get 
erect by letting him do things to hurt her, and that power will always 
belong to the girl.

Helen emphasized to her girls that the pain inflicted on them by men was 
worth enduring because of the underlying power that went with the pain -- 
the deep knowledge that no matter how much it hurts, the girl can never 
suffer like a man does when he can't get an erection. All a man can do is 
hurt a girl's breasts or pussy -- he can't hurt her penis or testicles 
because she's lucky enough not to have them! Helen slowly brought her girls 
around to accepting the idea that pain inflicted on a girl by a man can be 
satisfying in its way, and if the girl seems to accept or even welcome the 
pain, it's a much bigger thrill for the man, so he gets an erection faster, 
and the girl's pain is closer to being relieved.

Helen's daughters began to accept their sexual roles, and started to think 
of themselves as objects for men to use. They started to think of themselves 
as men would -- dirty, worthless little sluts who enjoy the pain that men 
give them. And the girls embraced the idea that being hurt by a man can be 
enjoyable, something they never would have accepted before Helen talked them 
around.

Now it was time to connect the hurting with their pregnancies. Helen told 
the girls how much men like to hurt a pregnant girl, because the girl feels 
so protective of her baby. She is willing to accept injuries to her own body 
-- but if the injury seems likely to hurt her baby, a whole new level of 
protectiveness clicks in. Helen explained to her daughters that this is a 
good thing -- that men want to see the girl doing everything she can to 
protect her baby from harm. But at the same time, Helen told her girls, it 
is possible that real harm could be done to her baby while the man is 
inflicting pain on her. If this happens, the girl has to remember that the 
man is in control of the situation -- and there is no blame to be directed 
at a girl who loses her baby because of what a man does to her. Helen knew 
there was a good chance that both of her daughters -- and Helen herself -- 
might lose their babies because of the mistreatment they would get from the 
men at a sex party, and it was vital that this possibility be planted in the 
girls' heads now, so they could think about it and come to accept it. This 
was really just another aspect of the girl accepting pain from men, and 
thinking of herself as a worthless slut -- does a worthless slut really 
deserve to have a baby? This would help the girls accept whatever happened 
to them at the sex parties later.


CHAPTER 22: Final Preparations for Another Sex Party

By the time they were seven months pregnant, Helen's daughters were almost 
ready for another sex party. Both girls -- and Helen, too -- had round, 
protruding bellies, and their breasts were swollen and tender. Dara's 
breasts looked unbelievable -- they were already huge before she got 
pregnant, and now they were just gigantic, making her look like a freak. Her 
nipples stuck out two inches, and they were about the same size as her 
thumbs. Laurel's small breasts had swollen to a D cup size, and her back 
hurt constantly from the unaccustomed weight of the big jugs hanging off her 
chest. Helen's tits had swollen a little, but not as much as her daughters. 
All three girls had areolas that were a very deep brown, almost black, and 
the areolas were huge, covering the whole front of their breasts.

Helen had decided to set up three sex parties while she and the girls were 
pregnant -- one now, at seven months, and another when they were all eight 
months along, and the last one when they were nine months pregnant and 
almost ready to give birth. She knew the men at these parties were going to 
do some damage to herself and her daughters -- when men have access to naked 
pregnant girls for sex, they just lose all control -- but she hoped the 
injuries would be minor.

Helen had been subjected to some degrading things at the parties when her 
former husband had gotten her pregnant, but that was mostly mental -- he 
made her feel like a dirty little slut. She didn't remember any bad physical 
injuries, and she hoped she and the girls could get through these sex 
parties without getting hurt too badly. Helen figured the risk was worth it, 
because she would be making so much money. She had talked to her doctor 
about setting up the parties, and he told her she could easily charge $250 
per man just for admission. If she sold 100 tickets, that would be $25,000 
for just one party! And if some of the men wanted to do "special" things to 
her or the girls, she could ask for even more money.

Her daughters had come around completely in their thinking, and Helen 
thought they were ready to perform at the parties. The girls now really 
believed they were nothing but little sluts, and they deserved whatever they 
got. Helen had kept up their training, with Dillon using clothespins on 
their breasts (and on hers, too), and she had bought several paddles and 
whips for Dillon to use to hit the girls, so they would be accustomed to the 
pain. After every training session, Helen cuddled the girls, soothing them, 
caressing them gently, telling them what good girls they were, and by now 
the girls almost looked forward to the training sessions. Helen was sure the 
men at the parties would just go crazy at the sight of two very young 
pregnant white girls, naked and ready for some action, and having their 
mother there should make the action even hotter.

Helen rented the same warehouse as before, booking it for a three-day 
weekend, in case the party lasted more than one night. She sold tickets on 
the internet, using coded phrases that would be picked up by the men she was 
targeting. She sold 80 tickets in the first two days, and by the day before 
the party, she had sold 109 tickets. Helen was in heaven -- all that money!!


CHAPTER 23: The First Pregnant Sex Party

Helen took her kids to the warehouse on Friday afternoon, to set up the 
chairs and get everything ready. She had obtained some sexy costumes for 
them and for herself, and she went to the door to start letting the men 
inside while the kids were changing in the small room off the stage. For 
Dillon, there was a pair of tight black leather shorts, very short, with an 
elasticized opening for his penis and testicles. When he put them on, the 
elastic closed tightly around the base of his cock and balls, making them 
stick out lewdly. He was half hard already, and he got harder as he watched 
his sisters taking off their clothes and putting on their costumes. Both 
girls wore the same things, starting with a black leather harness that went 
around their pregnant bellies. It was just a round black leather belt that 
fitted snugly around their protruding bellies, with short straps that 
fastened in back to hold it in place. When it was fastened, it made their 
bellies stick out grossly, but it wasn't painful. The bra was just two white 
lace circles, barely big enough to cover the areolas, with holes in the 
middle so the girls' nipples were bare and stuck out through the lace. The 
bra had tiny straps to hold it in place. There were no g-strings or panties 
-- the girls would have to go out there with their pussies showing.

It was the shoes that made the girls gasp -- they were black ankle strap 
pumps with six-inch heels! The shoes were bent almost vertical above the 
toe, and Dara and Laurel couldn't see how they would ever be able to walk in 
them. Each shoe had a small padlock to lock it on the foot using eyelets in 
the ankle strap, and the girls didn't have the keys -- so they couldn't take 
off the shoes until the men said they could. The girls put on the "fuck me" 
shoes last, and tried a few steps, teetering precariously as they tried to 
keep their balance. The shoes forced them to stand with their knees bent a 
little, leaning forward, which forced their pregnant bellies to stick out 
even more than usual.

The shoes had very long toe points that stuck out four inches and came to a 
sharp point, and the body of the shoes had no sides, so almost the entire 
foot was exposed. There was no heel cup, just a thin leather strap that ran 
up to the ankle strap, exposing the back of the ankle. The long toe points 
made the shoes extremely hard to walk in, and the girls kept tripping and 
stumbling over their own feet. They didn't want to fall down because it 
might hurt their babies, but the shoes made it very hard to keep their 
balance.

Helen came in, already wearing her costume -- she had put it on before she 
went to the door to let the men in and collect the money -- and she told the 
girls they looked great, and Dillon, too. She told the girls to remember 
what they were -- pregnant white girls -- and that almost all the men in the 
audience were black, and they really get excited when they have white girls 
available. Helen told her daughters to do everything they were told, and 
just get through the sex party so they could go home.

Helen opened the door, and Dara stepped through first, followed by Laurel 
and Dillon and Helen. The men started yelling as soon as they saw Dara, and 
by the time everyone was on the stage, the noise was unbelievable. Dillon 
stood at the side while the three girls stood in a line across the stage and 
did a slow dance, moving their bodies to show off their pregnant bellies and 
swollen breasts. Then they all lay down on their backs and raised their 
legs, spreading them so their pussies were open and available, and Dillon 
told the men they could come up onstage and start fucking the girls. The men 
made a mad dash for the stage, and three of them quickly started fucking the 
three girls. As soon as one man finished with a girl, another man was there 
to stick his cock in her cunt. Most of the men wanted a piece of the younger 
girls, but a lot of them fucked Helen just because she was their mother, and 
the men enjoyed screwing a woman while her daughters were getting fucked on 
either side of them. Dara was the girl who got fucked the most -- her huge 
breasts made the men wild to get at her.

Getting fucked on her back is the most uncomfortable position for a pregnant 
girl to have sex, because the man's weight bears down on her baby, but Helen 
had told her daughters that most men like to fuck pregnant girls that way, 
so the men can rub themselves against the girl's protruding belly. Helen 
could hear Dara and Laurel grunting in pain while they were being fucked, 
and several of Helen's fuckers were large men that just lay down on top of 
her, almost suffocating her with their weight, and making her midsection 
ache by the time they were through with her.

Laying on her back, a pregnant girl's breasts are easy for the man to touch 
or suck -- but her swollen nipples are very sensitive, and it doesn't feel 
good when a man licks them or bites them while he's fucking the girl. 
Helen's fuckers were fascinated by the shape of her nipples and her saggy 
breasts, and almost every one of them sucked on her nipples, causing her 
constant pain. Dara's breasts stuck out like basketballs even though she was 
on her back, and her huge nipples just begged to be sucked. She had to grit 
her teeth to keep from screaming from the pain of her fuckers mouthing her 
nipples, biting them and chewing on them while they were having sex with 
her. Laurel's tits were not as big, but the men that fucked her liked to 
pinch her nipples while they were inside her, and she was crying from the 
intense pain in her soft, tender breasts.

Some of the men wanted to watch Dillon fuck his mother, so he got between 
Helen's open legs and penetrated her. He was already hugely erect from 
watching her and his sisters getting screwed, and he tried to go slow so he 
wouldn't hurt his mom, but Helen still grunted as the big cock stretched her 
vagina painfully. After he gave her a few strokes, the men told him to fuck 
his sisters, so he pulled out of his mother's pussy and got down between 
Dara's legs. He couldn't resist holding her nipples in his fingers while he 
was fucking her, and she glared at him. Then the men told Dillon to fuck 
Laurel, and he enjoyed that the most. Laurel's tits were small, but they 
were swollen from her pregnancy, and her areolas were puffed up so her 
nipples stuck out proudly. He kissed her nipples while he fucked her, but 
then the men wanted to get at her, so he pulled out and went back to 
watching.

The men fucked Helen and her daughters all night, but by noon on Saturday 
they were getting tired. By then, they had Helen on her knees between Dara 
and Laurel, who were still on their backs, and Helen had to suck each man to 
get him hard so he could fuck one of the younger girls. Sometimes she had to 
suck for a long time, because some of the men had ejaculated five or six 
times since the night before -- the sight of three naked pregnant girls is 
enough to keep giving any man an erection. Helen's jaws were aching, and 
both of her daughters had a little blood oozing out of their pussies from 
being fucked so many times, but at least the men hadn't hurt them too much. 
Finally the last man left around two o'clock, and Helen and her children 
were able to pack up and go home and rest.


CHAPTER 24: An Interesting Offer for Helen

Helen set up an other sex party a month later, when she and the girls were 
eight months pregnant, and it went about like the first one, except that one 
of Dara's fuckers bit her nipples so hard that they started to bleed. Dara 
was terrified because she was looking forward to nursing her baby, but the 
man wouldn't stop fucking her until he dumped his load in her twat. Helen 
took her to the doctor after the party, and her nipples healed quickly, 
though they were still very tender and sensitive.

Three weeks later, Helen started setting up the final sex party, to be held 
when she and her daughters were nine months pregnant and about ready to give 
birth. Helen knew their huge protruding bellies were what got the men 
excited, plus their milk-swollen breasts, and she was trying to figure out a 
way to have the party at the very last minute, so she and the girls would be 
as hugely pregnant as possible. If she or either of the girls went into 
labor before the party, that would ruin everything, since Helen was 
advertising three pregnant girls that would do anything for their fuckers. 
She made up flyers and circulated them among some clubs around town, showing 
pictures of her and the girls naked and smiling like whores, wearing nothing 
but red high heels with ankle straps and padlocks. She knew a lot of men got 
turned on by high heels, and she mentioned on the flyers that the girls 
would have their slut shoes locked on their feet so they couldn't take them 
off until the men allowed it.

The response was tremendous -- Helen got more than 100 replies the first 
day! But this time she wanted to be careful to invite only the men who could 
pay the most, so she started culling the responses, and soon found about 25 
men who would pay $1,000 each, which would net the same amount as the first 
party -- but with fewer men, so it wouldn't be as hard on her and the girls. 
And if Helen could find another 25 men willing to pay that much, she would 
end up making twice as much from this party. She asked her doctor for 
advice, because he had been involved in setting up a lot of parties with 
other girls, and he said she should tell the men they could do anything to 
the girls. Helen said she had already put that in the flyers -- but the 
doctor told her to emphasize it by saying "absolutely anything." Helen told 
him that scared her a little, because some men can go into a sexual frenzy 
and do permanent damage to girls, but the doctor just said to select the men 
carefully and everything would be fine.

Helen told the doctor about her fear that she or one of her daughters might 
go into labor before the party, and the doctor said he could help her. He 
had a drug that would delay the onset of labor as long as necessary. The 
drug was a paralytic agent that worked on the muscles in the vagina, and 
prevented the contractions that move the baby down from the womb into the 
birth canal. The drug was widely used by physicians in pill form, to delay 
labor for a few days when women wished to give birth on a certain day. It 
was safe because it was never administered more than once, and it wore off 
within three days. But the doctor told Helen he could give her and the girls 
a larger dose of the drug if he injected it directly into the muscles of 
their birth canals with a needle inserted in their vaginas. A dose 
administered by injection should last for at least a week, and he could 
always repeat the treatment if Helen wanted to delay things more.

In fact, he told Helen, with weekly treatments, she and the girls could 
theoretically delay their labor indefinitely. Of course, at some point their 
babies would have to be born, because their wombs could not support their 
babies permanently -- but while the drugs were working on their bodies, 
their babies would continue to grow, and their bellies would continue to get 
larger and larger. And the doctor explained another effect of the drug -- it 
would stimulate milk production, so Helen's and her daughters' breasts would 
become even more heavy and swollen than they already were. All of this was 
exactly what Helen wanted to hear, and she was thrilled when she pictured 
her daughters -- and herself -- with huge protruding bellies and 
milk-swollen breasts. The men would go wild, and she could probably collect 
a lot of extra cash in tips at the party.

Helen brought her daughters in the next day, and the doctor injected all 
three girls with the drug. They had to lay back on the examination table 
with their feet in the stirrups and their legs wide apart while the doctor 
inserted the ten-inch needle into their cunts, spreading their vaginal lips 
as he worked the needle up inside their genitals. The shots were very 
painful, like a bee sting inside their pussies, and they all cried from the 
pain and humiliation of the treatments. The doctor had arranged with Helen 
to give her and the girls the injections for half price -- if Helen would 
let him feel them up while he was working. He started with Helen, playing 
with her tits and running his finger into her asshole while he was giving 
her the injection. He did Dara next, fondling her erect nipples and rubbing 
her huge breasts while he had the needle inside her vagina. Laurel was last, 
and she had to have the injection even though her internal organs had been 
rearranged during her surgery, because the muscles in her vaginal walls 
would still have contractions when she went into labor. The doctor took the 
most time with Laurel, sticking two fingers in her rectum and finger-fucking 
her while he stuck the long needle up her twat. When he was finished, he put 
his fingers in her mouth and told her to lick them clean.


CHAPTER 25: Labor Delayed

Helen and the girls recovered from the intense pain of the injections after 
they got home, and Helen sent out notices to all the men coming to the 
party, telling them it would be delayed for three weeks. She told them she 
and her daughters would be almost a month past their delivery dates by then, 
and their pregnant bellies would be huge. Every one of the men responded 
quickly, confirming their tickets, and Helen started to work on the final 
preparations for the party. She had decided she wanted special costumes for 
her and the girls, and she finally found what she wanted in an S&M catalog 
online -- black leather belts that went just above and below their breasts, 
and joined in the back, to accentuate their swollen tits and force them to 
stick out even more. Helen also got nipple clamps for her and the girls, 
with silver chains connecting the two clamps, and black leather slave 
collars with "Whore" on them in silver letters. She didn't get any g-strings 
-- she wanted the men to be able to see their pussies all the time.

She took the girls back to the doctor for the second and third injections, a 
week apart, and again the doctor took advantage of the pregnant girls' 
bodies all spread out and exposed. He took extra time to position the 
needles inside their pussies while he licked and sucked their nipples and 
finger-fucked their assholes. He finished with Helen and Dara fairly 
quickly, but while he was injecting Laurel, he used one hand to masturbate 
while he was sticking the needle up her snatch with the other hand. When he 
was ready to cum, he quickly injected the girl's vagina, then moved his cock 
to her bare left foot and ejaculated on her foot and ankle, rubbing his cock 
all over her beautiful little foot while he finished. Laurel thought the 
whole thing was gross, but at least they were getting the drugs at half 
price.

Over the next few weeks, Helen and the girls got ready for the sex party and 
watched each other get bigger and bigger. The drug treatments kept them from 
going into labor, even after they were three weeks past their due dates. 
They noticed a little discomfort in the morning sometimes, like very mild 
cramps, but it wasn't painful, so they ignored it.

What was actually happening was more serious than they realized. Each girl's 
body had reached full term with her pregnancy, and it was time for her baby 
to be born -- but the drugs prevented this from happening. So the baby 
remained in the womb longer than it should, putting a strain on the womb and 
the cervix, which seals the womb closed until childbirth begins. The muscles 
around her vagina were, in effect, paralyzed by the drugs, and muscles that 
aren't used begin to atrophy almost immediately. If this continued long 
enough, her body would not be able to complete the birthing process, if the 
muscles were too weak to expel the baby from the womb.

But Helen and her girls didn't feel any pain, so they assumed everything was 
going fine. They spent a lot of time cuddling and caressing each other, and 
Laurel and Dillon started sucking Helen's and Dara's nipples every day, to 
get their milk flowing. Helen knew some of the men at the sex party would 
want to nurse from their breasts, but not from Laurel's tits, since her 
surgery caused urine to come out of her nipples. Laurel sucked Dara's big 
tits, and Dillon nursed on his mother's breasts. Helen and Dara were each 
giving about half a pint of milk a day when the day of the party came 
around.


CHAPTER 26: The Second Pregnant Sex Party

Helen had decided to delay the sex party another week, so she and her 
daughters would be a full four weeks past their delivery dates. They were 
all hugely pregnant now, with round bellies that stuck out so far that they 
couldn't see their feet. Their backs ached constantly from carrying all that 
extra weight, and their breasts were sore and tender. All three girls were a 
little crazy with raw sexual desire -- the hormones in their pregnant bodies 
made them want sex, but they hadn't had any since the last sex party, and 
they were all so hot and ready. Their cunts leaked constantly, a clear 
sticky fluid that ran down their thighs as their vaginas lubricated in 
preparation for intercourse that never happened -- until now.

Finally the day of the sex party arrived, and Helen took the kids to the 
warehouse in the late afternoon. They set up 120 chairs and got everything 
ready, then went into the small room to change into their party clothes. 
Dara and Laurel put the leather belts around their breasts and tightened 
them so their swollen tits stuck out like melons. They put nipple clamps on 
each other's breasts, and locked their slut shoes on their feet with the 
padlocks attached to the ankle straps on the 6-inch high heels. Dillon was 
naked, not wearing the elastic band as he did at the first party, and his 
penis hung heavily between his legs as he watched his sisters getting 
dressed for the party. The girls put on their slave collars with "Whore" on 
them, and they were ready.

Helen had already put on her breast straps and nipple clamps and slave 
collar, before she went to the warehouse door to let the men in and collect 
the money. She came up on the stage as her kids came out of the small room, 
and the men laughed as they watched Dara and Laurel teetering in their high 
heels. They looked so cute, so young, like little girls -- except for their 
huge pregnant bellies and swollen breasts. Helen told the men to come up on 
the stage and do anything they wanted -- she said she and her daughters were 
so hot and ready, they just wanted the men to touch them.

There was a roar from the crowd, then a rush as the men stormed up on the 
stage. Each girl was surrounded by men, touched all over, her breasts and 
belly pawed and pinched. Some of the men went to Dillon and started playing 
with his penis, and he started to get hard. He was watching the men around 
Laurel, how they were rubbing her protruding belly and her breasts, and he 
felt his cock stiffen. One of the men got down on his knees and took 
Dillon's cock in his mouth, putting his hands on Dillon's balls and 
squeezing them gently as he sucked his dick, but Dillon kept his eyes on 
Laurel, watching her close her eyes as the men ran their hands over her 
pregnant belly, and Dillon's cock got huge, so big that the man could only 
take the head of it in his mouth.


CHAPTER 27: Happy Little Bitches

Laurel was in heaven, swaying back and forth as the men touched her gently, 
loving how their hands felt on her body. She felt so hot and horny, she 
really needed to be touched and fondled. She felt her nipples stiffen as the 
men touched her breasts, and she hoped no urine would leak out while they 
were touching her.

Dara was the center of attention because of her huge tits. The polypropylene 
used for her breast implants had been absorbing fluids and expanding a 
little more every day, and the implants in her buttocks had gotten larger 
and rounder. Helen had kept her on the high protein diet to keep her waist 
very small, and now Dara looked just unbelievable, like the sluttiest little 
whore in the world. Her tits were like overfilled balloons, and her tiny 
waist made it look like she might break in half. Her measurements now were 
84JJJ-17-39, and the men couldn't keep their hands off of her. Two men were 
sucking on her distended nipples, and she was smiling dreamily, her arms 
around their heads, caressing them like they were two babies she was 
feeding. Another man was on his knees, between her legs, licking and sucking 
her pussy as she stood with her legs apart, squatting slightly to make it 
easier for him to lick her out.

Helen was surrounded by mostly older men who liked older girls. Her pregnant 
belly stuck out obscenely, and her breasts were sagging and stretchy, but 
swollen with milk. Two men were nursing on her tits, greedily sucking the 
milk out of her thick dark nipples and gulping it down. Like Dara, Helen had 
a man between her legs performing cunnilingus on her, and she was jacking 
off two other men with her hands, masturbating them as she enjoyed all the 
attention.

The men had been told about Laurel's surgery, and none of them were trying 
to suck her breasts because of the urine in them, or lick her pussy because 
of the feces in her vagina. They were just feeling her up, fondling her all 
over, touching every part of her body.

All three of the girls were happy little bitches -- but that didn't last 
long.


CHAPTER 28: The Sex Party Turns Violent

One of the men from the audience was standing in the middle of the stage, 
not touching any of the girls, just watching them. He had a look of dark 
evil on his twisted face, and Helen had noticed him at the door when she 
collected the money for his admission. Now he took a police whistle from his 
pocket and blew it, and all the men stopped what they were doing.

"OK, guys, now it's time for some real fun. Let's show these little whores 
what a real party is like!" The man grinned cruelly at Helen as he stepped 
over to her, putting his face right up against hers. "My name is Malachi, 
and I'm going to give you and your slutty daughters the time of your lives." 
He reached down and took Helen's breasts in his hands, putting his fingers 
and thumbs just behind her areolas, then squeezed so hard that she yelped in 
pain. He held her tits, grinding his fingers into the soft flesh of her 
breasts until tears of pain were running down her cheeks. "Oh, this is 
nothing at all, pussy -- this is just the beginning." He took his hands off 
her tits and slapped her as hard as he could, and Helen fell back on the 
floor, gasping with pain and surprise. She had never had a problem like this 
in all the years she had been a prostitute, and she didn't know what to do 
now.

She tried to smile at Malachi, but he stepped over to her and kicked her 
legs, making her scramble to get away from him. She got on her hands and 
knees and tried to crawl away, but he followed her, kicking her ass as she 
tried to escape. Her pregnant belly was hanging very heavily, swinging 
pendulously as she tried to get away, and suddenly Malachi kicked her hard 
in the ass, and she went sprawling on the floor, face down, her arms 
outstretched, grunting in pain as she fell, putting all her weight on her 
baby. She let out a strangled cry as she tried to lift herself, trying to 
protect her baby -- but Malachi was on top of her, his knee in her back and 
his hands on her shoulders, forcing her body to bend backward as he lifted 
her shoulders while keeping his weight on her back. Helen screamed in 
anguish as a sharp pain shot through her midsection.

Dara and Laurel were trying to get away from the men around them, to go help 
their mom, but the men grabbed them and held them so they couldn't do 
anything except watch while Malachi hurt their mom. Dillon was struggling to 
get away from the men holding him, but there were just too many of them. All 
three kids were screaming at the men to let their mom go, but the men just 
laughed at them as they watched Helen struggling on the floor.

Malachi told two other men to hold Helen, and they got her up on her knees 
in front of him, holding her arms so she couldn't protect herself or her 
baby. Malachi stood over her, looking down at her upturned face -- and then 
he pulled back one foot and kicked her in her belly. It wasn't a hard kick, 
but Helen screamed and convulsed, trying to bend forward and protect her 
baby with her body. Malachi grinned. "Oh, you stupid bitch, that didn't hurt 
you that bad, did it?" He told the men to stand her up, and he came around 
behind Helen. She was unsteady in her high heels, nervously looking over her 
shoulder at Malachi. He opened his pants and took out his cock, then told 
Helen to bend over and grab her ankles.

Helen hesitated, and Malachi motioned to the men to bend her over. They 
forced her down as she grunted in pain, with the bulk of her baby making it 
very hard to bend over like that. The men put her hands on her ankles and 
told her to keep them there. They forced her legs apart, and Malachi used 
both hands to spread her ass cheeks, and then he penetrated Helen's anus. He 
forced his cock all the way up her rectum into her bowel in one hard thrust, 
and Helen screamed in pain -- she was being fucked without any lubrication, 
and the cock was like a knife slicing into the tender membranes of her ass. 
A heavy sweat broke out on her face, and Malachi put is hands on her hips 
and started to screw her, pulling her round ass back against his groin with 
each deep stroke. "Lift your head, slut, so you can see what we're doing to 
her little girl."


CHAPTER 29: Dara's Beautiful Breasts

Malachi's words hit Helen like an electric shock, and she struggled to lift 
her head -- and saw four men laying Dara down on the floor on her back, 
right in front of her mother. Dara's eyes were wide with terror as the men 
held her arms and legs so she couldn't move. She was spread open, totally 
defenseless, with the huge mound of her pregnant belly sticking up. One of 
the men took the chain attached to her nipple clamps in his hand and started 
to lift her upper body by her breasts. Dara whimpered in pain as her nipples 
were elongated painfully, then screamed as the pain became more intense. The 
man held her with her upper body halfway up, with nothing to support her 
back, so every time she weakened a little and started to sink back down, her 
breasts were stretched and distended as the man held her chain in place. 
Dara was begging, crying, mumbling, going crazy from the pain in her 
breasts, her eyes clamped shut and her body covered with heavy sweat.

Helen was watching, rigid with anger and frustration, her body jerking 
forward and backward as Malachi kept thrusting into her ass. Her anal ring 
was involuntarily gripping his cock tightly, making Malachi groan with raw 
sexual satisfaction as he raped her slowly. His cock stiffened inside 
Helen's bowels as he watched Dara struggling. The look of pain and fear on 
the girl's face made his cock feel like a steel rod 20 inches long. He raped 
Helen faster as the man holding Dara's chain bounced it a little, making the 
girl gasp as her nipples started to bleed. Her huge breasts were like 
basketballs on her chest, and her nipples were sticking out like fingers, 
several inches long, pulled out of shape by the force of the clamps and the 
chain and her own body weight.

The man gave a yank of the chain, and Dara's left nipple tore a little as 
blood trickled down over the curve of her breast. Dara screamed again, but 
now the man was trying to tear her right nipple the same way. He released 
her left nipple from its clamp, and it hung loosely, halfway torn off, as he 
held her body up just by her right nipple. Suddenly it tore loose a little, 
and the man removed the clamps and tossed them aside. Dara lay back down 
flat, mewling in her throat as she looked down at her bleeding areolas. Both 
nipples were torn at the base, and Dara was sobbing as she realized she 
would never be pretty again. She moved her hands to her breasts, but she was 
afraid to touch them for fear of damaging them more, so her hands just 
hovered there above her nipples as she lay there crying.

Helen was crying, too, trying to think of what she could do to end this 
nightmare. She knew Dara would never be the same after this, and it gave her 
a sick feeling in her stomach. She was straining her neck, trying to watch 
Dara and ignore the pain in her own rectum from Malachi's hard thrusting.

The men surrounding Dara now stood her up, and she grimaced with pain as her 
big breasts bounced and jiggled. Her torn nipples were dangling loosely as 
she stood there in her high heels, looking terrified. The man that had hurt 
her nipples stood in front of her and showed her an ice pick he had taken 
out of his pocket. He turned and showed it to Helen, too, making sure they 
both knew what it was -- and then he ran it slowly around Dara's areolas, 
leaving a thin red line on her breasts as the girl quivered with fear. Her 
whole body went rigid as the sharp point of the ice pick scraped across her 
delicate flesh. She was trembling, her face covered with sweat, as she tried 
to stand perfectly still, but she was having trouble keeping her balance in 
her high heels. She whimpered again, her eyes on the point of the ice pick 
as it moved across her breasts.

Suddenly the man brought his hand down below Dara's breasts, turned the ice 
pick so it was pointing upward -- and stabbed it into the underside of her 
left tit. Her breast bounced heavily as her implant was punctured -- and 
then the silicone filling started to leak out, running down over her 
protruding belly and into the folds of her pussy. Dara didn't really feel 
any pain, and she couldn't see the undersides of her breasts because they 
were so big, so she didn't understand what was happening to her -- until the 
man stabbed her right tit, and another gush of silicone oozed out and ran 
down over her belly. She put her hands on her belly and felt the liquid, 
then brought her hands up to her face, staring at the sticky fluid coating 
her hands. She looked at the man, trying to understand -- and then he put 
both of his hands on top of her breasts and pressed down, and Dara's tits 
deflated like balloons.

A huge gush of silicone flooded out of her implants and ran down over her 
belly. The girl was staring down at herself, her eyes locked wide open as 
she watched her breasts get flatter and flatter. Tears were streaming down 
her cheeks as she finally realized what the man had done to her -- ruined 
her breasts and disfigured her in a way that would keep men away from her 
all her life. The man was grinning at Dara as he squeezed the last of the 
silicone out of her massive jugs, leaving two mounds of loose flesh hanging 
off her chest. Her torn nipples dangled from the bottom of her flattened 
breasts, hanging down over her pregnant belly. Her legs were coated with the 
silicone that had leaked out of her implants, and she was standing in a big 
pool of it. Silicone had run down into her high heels, making her slut shoes 
all slippery.


CHAPTER 29: Dara Loses Her Baby

Dara fell to her knees, her huge belly bouncing heavily as she looked down 
at her ruined breasts. The man pushed her head back, forcing her upper body 
backward, and two of the other men held her arms to keep her from laying all 
the way down. The man in front of her squatted down in front of her and 
showed her a knife, not a very big one -- but then he held it between Dara's 
legs, and the girl screamed. Before she realized what was happening, the man 
inserted the knife in her vagina, like it was a penis, with the sharp edge 
of the blade facing up -- and then he slowly started to move it up through 
her flesh. The knife sliced through the top of the girl's slit, cutting off 
her clitoris as it moved upward through her pubic hair and almost to her 
navel before the man stopped.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of blood. Dara stared down at her belly, 
and she saw the opening that had been made by the knife, but she just 
couldn't grasp what was happening to her. The man leaned down and slapped 
her hard -- and then he used both hands to spread her body open. Dara 
screamed as he actually reached inside her. After a few moments, he took his 
hands out of her body, holding a small object. He had torn Dara's womb open 
to get at her baby, and now he was holding it up triumphantly, showing it to 
all the other men as they cheered and laughed. The baby was still alive, but 
it couldn't breathe because of the blood and tissue covering its face. The 
man did nothing to help -- just held the baby up high for a few moments, 
then brought it down and gave it back to its mother. Dara cradled her baby 
in her arms, and she was looking down at it as it opened its eyes. Dara saw 
it was a girl, and she smiled down at her baby. Maybe this would make 
everything all right -- if her baby was OK, Dara thought she could somehow 
get through all the pain and misery that she had suffered.

But then the baby closed its eyes and suffocated, dying in Dara's arms. Dara 
felt the life go out of the tiny body, and she started to wail, her voice 
torn from her body by the agony of watching her baby die. She wiped blood 
tissue off its face, trying to make it clean and beautiful, speaking to it 
softly -- but then she saw it was dead, and the life seemed to go out of 
Dara, too. She would have fallen back, flat on the floor, except for the two 
men holding her shoulders. Now they lowered her to the floor, and stuffed 
some towels inside her open body cavity, to staunch her bleeding. The 
placenta had been torn out of her body when her baby was removed, and it was 
laying there on the floor between her legs. One of the men picked it up and 
forced it back inside Dara's midsection, folding the edges of her open wound 
over it as the other men laughed. The men used more towels to crudely close 
the gaping wound, and told Dara to hold the towels against her belly -- and 
then they turned the girl over on her stomach.


CHAPTER 30: Making Love to Dara

Malachi, still raping Helen's ass, kept thrusting into her while he said to 
the other men, "OK, guys, that one is ready for some fun. Now that she's not 
pregnant anymore, she really wants somebody to fuck her in the ass. Any 
volunteers?" Several men swarmed over Dara, forcing the girl's  legs apart. 
She was laying with her head toward her mother, and Helen could see Dara 
raise her head and look at her, pleading with her for help, for an end to 
this debasement. Helen's body jerked forward as her rapist gave her a hard 
stroke, and she looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes, knowing there 
was nothing at all she could do to help Dara.

The first man penetrated Dara's ass with his cock, and the girl's mouth came 
open in an "O" of surprise and pain. Her eyes were locked on Helen's as she 
got screwed, and when her rapist ejaculated inside her bowels, Dara closed 
her eyes in shame and embarrassment. The next man got between her legs, and 
Dara groaned as she realized they were not finished with her.

She had her hands under her, trying to hold her wound closed while the men 
kept raping her. She could feel blood oozing out of her, and soon she was 
laying in a pool of warm blood that had seeped out of her body. She didn't 
really have a vagina anymore, since her body had been sliced open, but the 
men had stuffed some towels up inside her cunt to soak up the blood. She 
felt weak and light-headed from the blood she had already lost, and every 
time she thought about what they had done to her beautiful big breasts, she 
started crying again. She could feel the folds of loose flesh under her 
chest, all deflated and empty where her tits had been, and she knew she 
would never be able to stand having a man look at her again.

The man in Dara's ass was ready to cum, and he gave her a hard thrust that 
made her gasp with pain as he ejaculated. She could feel the warm semen 
flooding into her bowels as her rapist grunted like a pig, holding her hips 
tightly against him while he finished. Then he pulled his cock out of her 
anus and stood up. He came around in front of her while the next man got 
down between her legs, and squatted in front of her face. "You're a hot 
little bitch, angel." He leaned forward and wiped his cock on her face, 
leaving strings of thick ropey sperm across her forehead and cheeks as she 
closed her eyes and clamped her mouth shut. He laughed as her body jerked 
forward, his cock poking into her eye as the man between her legs started to 
rape her. Dara grimaced as the familiar pain started in her rectum, like a 
baseball bat was being forced up inside her bowels, and she started crying 
again.

They raped Dara for two hours, one man after another, and has asshole was 
penetrated more than fifty times. They all dumped their loads inside her, 
and by the time they were done with her, she had warm sperm oozing out of 
her anus and flowing down between her legs, mixing with the blood from her 
wounds. Helen was forced to watch her daughter being screwed, and every time 
Helen lowered her head, Malachi grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her 
head up. He kept fucking Helen's ass the whole time, and she couldn't 
believe that he could stay hard that long. It was the sight of Dara and her 
lovers that kept Malachi's erection going. Every time another man got down 
between the girl's legs and forced his cock up her ass, the look of pain, 
anger, and frustration on her face was enough to make any man's cock hard. 
Dara was looking at her mother the whole time, trying to find some comfort 
or relief in Helen's face. Both of them had big cocks in their assholes, and 
both of them felt completely degraded because they couldn't do anything to 
stop what was happening to them. Helen felt like a failure because she 
couldn't protect Dara from these men, and Dara felt like a slutty little 
whore because her mother was watching while the men used her like a piece of 
meat, raping her again and again.


CHAPTER 31: Dara's Final Lover

When the men finally finished raping Dara, the girl thought she would be 
able to get away from them and try to heal herself. She was laying there in 
a pool of blood, sperm, vaginal juices and bodily fluids that had leaked out 
of her while she was being screwed. The folds of flesh that had been her 
breasts were jammed under her chest, and she was still holding the towels 
against her midsection to soak up the blood. She started to try to raise 
herself up -- but her last fucker was still there between her legs, and he 
put his hands on her back and forced her back down into the wet pool on the 
stage. She turned her head to look up at him -- and he was holding a knife. 
Dara started to cry, realizing that her pain and embarrassment were not 
over, wondering what new torture this man was going to do to her.

The man ran his hand over the curve of Dara's round little ass, caressing 
the soft flesh, and the girl actually smiled -- his hand felt so good, so 
soft and gentle after all the cocks that had been forced up inside her. She 
smiled up at him, thinking he was going to be nice to her -- and then he 
slowly inserted the knife into Dara's asshole. She didn't really feel 
anything at first -- but then a scream was torn from her throat as the knife 
slice through her anal ring and entered her rectum. This knife was bigger 
than the first one they had used on Dara, and it penetrated deeper inside 
her body. The man moved it in and out, raping Dara with the knife -- and 
then he started moving it up through her body, extending her ass crack all 
the way up to the middle of her back before he stopped.

The man pulled out the knife, then roughly turned Dara over on her back and 
forced her legs wide open, so her pussy and her belly were exposed. She was 
still holding the towels across her belly where she had been cut open when 
they took her baby. The man once more penetrated Dara's asshole with the 
knife, but this time he moved it up into her perineum, the flesh separating 
her anus from her vagina. He sliced through the membrane, and suddenly Dara 
had just one long slit between her legs, with no separation between her 
asshole and her pussy. The pain when the perineum is cut is unbelievable, 
and Dara screamed as the pain shot through her body. The new cuts had 
started her bleeding again, and now the man stood up and walked away, 
leaving her there on her back. The girl was too weak from blood loss to 
stand up or move, and she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, holding 
the towels across her middle as blood flowed freely out of her body through 
the single slit between her legs.

Some of the men weren't content to let Dara lay there and bleed -- they 
wanted to degrade her a little more. Ten men stood around her in a circle 
and started pissing on her, and Dara gasped with surprise and disgust as the 
warm yellow urine splashed down on her face and breasts and pussy. One of 
the men got an erection after he finished pissing on the girl, so he 
squatted down and rubbed his cock on her face while he masturbated. He 
quickly ejaculated on her face, getting some semen in her eyes and up her 
nose, and laughed as he wiped his cock in her hair. Two men took Dara's 
ankles and dragged her over to the side of the stage and left here there so 
she could watch what they were going to do to her sister and her brother and 
her mother.


CHAPTER 32: Dillon Gets Some Attention

Dillon had been watching the men hurt Dara, struggling to get loose so he 
could help his sister, but four men were holding him down, and he couldn't 
go to help her. He had started to cry when they took her baby, and now he 
was huddled on the floor, not knowing what he should do. He watched the men 
drag Dara off to the side of the stage and just leave her there like a piece 
of meat, and he saw the pain in her eyes as she lay there holding the towels 
over her wounds. The body of her baby had been placed on the floor between 
Dara's open legs, as if it had just been born, and the sight was enough to 
make Dillon sick. His mom was still bent over in front of Malachi, her hands 
on her ankles while he kept fucking her in the ass. Dillon could see heavy 
sweat pouring off her forehead as her body was jerked forward and backward 
each time Malachi thrust his cock into her asshole. She was crying, trying 
to look over at Dara and in anguish because she couldn't do anything to 
help.

Now the men told Dillon to stand up. He was led over to his mother, standing 
right in front of her, and Malachi grabbed her hair and forced her head up 
so she could see her son. "Hey, pussy, here's your son -- say hello to him." 
Malachi gave her a deep, savage thrust, and Helen's eyes clamped shut, her 
face contorting with pain as the cock probed deep inside her rectum. Finally 
she opened her eyes and looked at Dillon. "This isn't your fault, honey... 
this is my fault... I wish I could do something... ooooh, god!" She grunted 
in pain as Malachi held her hips and gave her another hard thrust. Dillon 
started crying again, not knowing what to do.

One of the men stood in front of Helen and leaned down and showed her a 
knife, being careful to hold it so Dillon couldn't see it. Helen started to 
whimper, but Malachi told her not to worry -- they weren't going to cut her. 
Helen relaxed a little -- but then she realized what they were going to do. 
Just as the thought formed in her mind, she jerked her head up -- and saw 
two men grab Dillon's arms and hold him in place while the man with the 
knife put one hand between Dillon's legs. The knife was in the man's other 
hand, still hidden so Dillon couldn't see it. Dillon struggled, but he 
couldn't move, and the man started to stroke Dillon's cock. Dillon closed 
his eyes in shame and embarrassment as he felt his penis getting hard. He 
was mortified that his mother was watching a man fondling him, and he just 
wanted to die. His cock was stiff and hard now, responding involuntarily to 
the man's stroking.

The man pushed Dillon's erection up against his stomach and told Dillon to 
hold it there. One of Dillon's arms was released, and he did as he was told, 
holding his cock up against his stomach, not knowing what was going on. But 
Helen knew, and she screamed at Dillon to run, to get away from the men. The 
man with the knife cupped his hand under the boy's scrotum, rolling his 
testicles gently as he looked into his eyes. "Never had your balls touched 
by a man, huh?" Dillon shook his head nervously, his face turning deep red 
from embarrassment. The man grinned as he gently massaged the boy's large 
testicles, and Dillon gasped and closed his eyes as his cock stiffened in 
his hand. It felt so good, even though it was a man touching him -- it was 
like the man knew just how to do it so it felt good. Dillon looked at Helen. 
"It's OK, Mom -- it feels good." Helen's face froze as she saw the man move 
the knife down to his side, still hidden from Dillon's view. The man looked 
at Helen with a big grin on his face. "See, Mom, he likes it!" Helen was 
crying as the man turned back to her son and spoke quietly to him. "Feels so 
good, right? So sweet and good." Dillon nodded, a little smile on his face.

The man tightened his grip on Dillon's scrotum a little, and the boy looked 
at him, uncertain what he was going to do. The man leaned closer. "You like 
a little hurt? Just a little squeeze to make you feel good." He rolled 
Dillon's balls in his hand, tightening his hand enough to make Dillon gasp, 
but more with pleasure than pain. Dillon's penis throbbed heavily as it got 
harder in his hand, and he rubbed it against his stomach as his balls 
twitched in the man's hand.

Suddenly the man grasped Dillon's scrotum very hard, gripping the boy's 
testicles and pulling them down, stretching his scrotum painfully. Dillon's 
body jerked as he stared at the man, his eyes filled with questions -- and 
then the man raised his knife and held it in front of Dillon's face for just 
a moment, and before the boy could grasp what was going on, the man brought 
the knife down between Dillon's legs and sliced through the top of his 
scrotum in one fast motion, castrating him while his mother watched. Helen 
screamed horribly and burst into tears.

Dillon didn't feel anything for a moment -- and then the most horrible pain 
of his life hit him between his legs. He doubled over, and would have fallen 
down if the men hadn't been holding his arms. He swayed unsteadily, lowering 
his head and looking down at his penis as it softened quickly from the shock 
of what had happened to him. The men released his arms, and Dillon fell to 
the floor, both hands cupped over the base of his cock, holding himself 
desperately as he sobbed uncontrollably. He could hear the men laughing at 
him, and he closed his eyes and wished he was dead. He knew now that he 
would never be a real man, never be able to have children of his own, never 
be able to get married, because no girl would want a man like him that was 
not really a man. He was bleeding between his legs, and he held both hands 
tightly in his groin as he sobbed.

Helen was crying, too, but she couldn't go to Dillon because Malachi was 
still screwing her. She looked up at him, her head upside down between her 
legs, and asked him to let her go to help her son. Malachi told her to beg, 
and Helen tried to obey, her voice quivering with emotion. Malachi closed 
his eyes and thrust into her ass one more time, and then he exploded inside 
her, his cock throbbing heavily as he ejaculated in her asshole. Helen 
gasped as she felt the flood of warm sperm filling her bowels. Malachi held 
her hips tight against him, his groin slapping against the softness of her 
ass as he thrust into her, the head of his cock probing so deep in her ass 
while he spurted his big load into her intestines. When he finally finished 
cumming, he pulled out of her ass and shoved her forward roughly, and Helen 
fell to her hands and knees. Malachi kicked her in the ass and told her to 
crawl to her son. Helen quickly obeyed, her pregnant belly hanging 
pendulously and swaying as she crawled.

The men were roaring with laughter as they watched her, and she could hear 
them commenting on her naked body and her swollen breasts. Some of them 
kicked her in the ass as she crawled, and twice she sprawled forward on her 
face, all of her body weight on her baby as she fell and her arms went out 
from under her. But she got back up on her hands and knees and kept 
crawling.

Helen took Dillon's head in her hands and held him as he kept crying. Being 
forced to watch her son being castrated had made her a little crazy, and she 
stared straight ahead, her eyes glassy and fixed on the floor as she made 
little sounds in her throat. First she had been forced to watch while Dara 
lost her baby, and then Dillon's manhood had been destroyed right in front 
on her, and it was more than Helen could bear. She sobbed, cradling her 
son's head against her, comforting him as best she could, knowing she just 
couldn't take much more of this horror.


CHAPTER 33: Helen Gets to Service All the Men

Malachi didn't let Helen stay with her son very long. He knew the men wanted 
to start on Laurel, Helen's youngest daughter, who was still at one side of 
the stage where some of the men had been holding her while her sister and 
brother were being tortured. They had Laurel squatting with her knees wide 
apart, her pregnant belly hanging out and almost touching the floor between 
her open legs. It was painful for her to squat in her high heels, and the 
ankle straps were cutting into her soft flesh as she struggled to stay 
upright, but the men were holding her arms so she couldn't move, and she had 
been crying all the time Dara and Dillon were being hurt. Now she looked at 
her mom with Dillon, and she started sobbing again. The men holding her arms 
just held her there while they enjoyed the spectacle of her sister and 
brother being debauched and tortured.

Malachi wanted to save Laurel for the last act of the party, so he walked 
over to Helen and grabbed one of her ankles and started dragging her across 
the stage. Dillon collapsed on the floor as his mom was taken away from him, 
and he lay there crying and holding himself, both hands on his throbbing 
groin, as Malachi dragged Helen to the center of the stage. She was on her 
back, with her hugely pregnant belly sticking up like a mountain. Her 
swollen but sagging tits flopped around like half-filled water balloons as 
she was dragged across the stage. Malachi let go of her, then reached down 
with both hands and forced her legs wide apart. "Look at this pregnant 
whore, all ripe and ready. I think she wants a man to make love to her -- or 
maybe a lot of men. I can smell her cunt from here. She stinks like she's 
been on her back all night with her twat full of cock, but her cunt is empty 
now. Who wants to fill it up?"

The men roared as they descended on Helen. Four of them held her arms and 
legs spread open while the others lined up to take a turn with her. Malachi 
got down on his knees, with his legs on either side of Helen's head, facing 
her feet, and lowered his hips until his cock and balls were laying on her 
face and in her eyes while he talked. "This little whore really needs it 
rough, guys. Look what she did to her own daughters and her son -- made them 
put on a show for us. What kind of slutty little bitch would do that to her 
own kids? We need to teach her a lesson, show her what we think of a slut 
that would do that to her children. She told me she likes big cocks, and she 
likes it when sex hurts her -- it's the only way she can enjoy being 
fucked."

He stood up and walked around to Helen's side, next to her huge pregnant 
belly, and ran his hand over the top of the big mound as Helen closed her 
eyes and shuddered. "Oh, and one other thing, guys..." He suddenly raised 
his fist and brought it down hard on Helen's belly. She gasped and grunted 
in pain, and opened her eyes to glare at him angrily. The mound of her belly 
bounced violently, and a red mark showed where she had been hit. "A bitch 
like this doesn't deserve another kid, does she? So what are we going to do 
about that?" He stepped back, then swung his foot and gave Helen a kick in 
her side, and she yelped in pain. He stood back and motioned to the first 
man in line.

Helen's first rapist got on top of her, all of his body weight on her baby 
as he got his cock positioned in her slit. She glared up at him, trying to 
move her hips to get his weight off her body, but he was too heavy. He 
penetrated her with one hard stroke that made her grunt in pain, and then he 
started fucking her hard and fast. He raised his legs, so every bit of his 
weight was supported by Helen's body. His weight forced the baby down inside 
her body, pushing painfully against her bladder and intestines. The man 
bounced a few times as he was thrusting into her, and Helen started to cry 
as she felt her baby shifting position inside her. It was the worst pain she 
had ever felt, and she knew her baby would be injured if she couldn't get 
the man to stop. She screamed at him that he was hurting her and hurting her 
baby, and she tried to hit him, but the men were still holding her arms and 
legs.

Helen's fucker grinned down at her. He smelled awful, and he hadn't shaved 
in at least a week. He had bits of food and tobacco in his grungy beard, and 
suddenly he lowered his head and stuck his tongue in her mouth. Helen 
struggled and tried to twist her head, but she couldn't move at all. The man 
licked her face like a dog, one cheek and then the other, and she closed her 
eyes in disgust. He thrust into her faster, and then he grunted and 
ejaculated in her pussy, lifting his legs again and rolling back and forth 
on top of Helen. Pain shot through her midsection as the baby shifted inside 
her. Finally the bastard pulled out of her twat, but when he stood up, he 
put his hands on her belly and levered himself up by pushing hard, and 
Helen's face contorted with pain as she felt something tearing inside her. 
The man stood over her, dribbling a little more semen down on her belly, and 
then he kicked her pussy, the tip of his shoe entering her vagina and making 
her scream in pain. The man grinned and stepped aside and the next man in 
line got down between Helen's open legs.

Twenty men raped Helen over the next two hours, and every one of them hurt 
her. All of them hit her pregnant belly before or after they screwed her, 
and all of them fucked her on her back so they could put all their weight on 
her belly. Helen kept farting because the weight on top of her was putting 
pressure on her intestines, and she couldn't control her anus anymore. Every 
time she farted, the man in her pussy would slap her face or punch her in 
the nose while he kept fucking her. Her nose was bleeding and she had 
bruises on her face, but that didn't stop the men from stepping up to take a 
turn with her.

When the farting got really bad, one of the men went out to his car and got 
a butt plug. Two other men held Helen's ass cheeks open while he inserted 
the plug in her anus. It was ten inches long and two inches wide, and he had 
to force it to get it all the way inside her. It was shaped like an erect 
cock, with a very large head, and Helen started crying while they were 
forcing it up her ass. She had never been in this much pain, and her eyes 
were wide with fear and frustration as the man drove the plug deeper and 
deeper into her colon. When it was all the way in, he fastened a thin chain 
through the base and up around her, below her protruding belly, to hold the 
plug inside her ass and prevent her expelling it. The butt plug felt like a 
baseball bat in her ass, stretching her anal ring painfully tight, and every 
slight movement of her body caused sharp pains to shoot through her anus. 
She had developed hemorrhoids after she got pregnant, and the butt plug was 
rubbing against them, irritating them and making them itch like nothing 
Helen had ever felt in her life. The plug was covered with small nubs 
intended to stimulate the anus during sex, but the nubs were rubbing 
directly against Helen's hemorrhoids. It felt like bees were stinging her 
inside her ass, and Helen was about to go crazy with the pain.

As more men continued to rape Helen, pressure began to build up in her large 
intestine. A little gas escaped occasionally in a small fart that was forced 
out past the butt plug when she took a very hard stroke from one of her 
fuckers, but most of the gas was trapped inside her intestine, and the pain 
felt like a huge cramp. She strained the muscles in her ass, trying to force 
out a fart -- anything to relieve the pain -- but the plug was just too 
tightly embedded in her rectum. The farts she did have were forced out 
explosively when one of her fuckers thrust into her vagina, and they hurt 
even more than the butt plug, because they irritated her hemorrhoids as they 
were forced through her anus. Helen's mind became focused on the pain in her 
asshole, and everything else just seemed to fade out as she concentrated on 
the bright hot spear of flame in her anus.


CHAPTER 34: Helen's Mood Improves

After another hour of getting raped, a strange thing happened to Helen -- 
she began to enjoy it. This didn't happen all at once, but gradually the 
pain in her asshole seemed to fade a little, and then she realized that the 
cock in her vagina actually felt good. She hadn't had intercourse most of 
the time while she was pregnant, and her body was full of hormones that 
pushed her sex drive into high gear, and all at once her body seemed to come 
alive. She started thrusting her hips against her fucker's groin, helping 
him violate her as she smiled up at him. She looked at the two men holding 
her arms, and motioned toward their pants -- she wanted them to let her 
touch their cocks. They carefully let go of her arms, ready to grab her if 
she tried to get away, but she just put her hands between their legs and 
felt their cocks through their pants. Both men took out their cocks, and 
Helen gratefully started to masturbate them with her hands while the man 
between her legs finished fucking her. When he dumped his load in her twat, 
Helen had an orgasm that left her breathless. One of the men in her hand was 
ready to cum and she pulled him closer so he could dump his load on her 
face. Her hand was pistoning back and forth, milking his big cock greedily, 
and then the other man started to cum and Helen pulled him close to her 
face. She opened her lips and took his load in her mouth, swallowing it as 
fast as she could, her hand never stopping in its fast motion, rubbing the 
cock while he grunted with satisfaction.

Helen didn't know it, but the drug the doctor had used to delay her labor 
had certain side effects that he hadn't told her about, and one of these was 
an insatiable desire for sex. The injections Helen and her daughters 
received contained high levels of testosterone, a male hormone that has a 
direct, rapid effect on female sexual desire. The hormone had built up in 
the blood over the past few weeks, and the stimulation of Helen's senses at 
the sex party had caused it to kick in as if she had injected heroine into 
her arm. Blood flow to her vagina increased and the Bartholin glands in her 
vaginal walls started to produce much higher amounts of lubricating fluid 
that flowed down into her cunt and made it easier to penetrate her.

Another side effect of the drug occurred in the brain, where it caused a 
blurring of the pain and pleasure sensations occurring in the ventral 
tegmental area of the brain. The nucleus accumbens in her brain was 
triggering increased production of opioids, morphine-like drugs produced by 
the body, and dopamine, a chemical messenger whose effects can be mimicked 
by amphetamine and cocaine. This caused Helen to perceive pain as pleasure 
-- so the butt plug filling her ass and irritating her hemorrhoids was now 
causing her to feel sexual satisfaction. She began to grind her ass into the 
floor, trying to force the plug deeper into her rectum as her next fucker 
took his place between her open legs. She waited while he entered her pussy, 
then raised her legs and wrapped them around her fucker so he could 
penetrate her deeper. She was moving her hips from side to side, trying to 
force the butt plug deeper into her ass, and motioning for two more men to 
come and let her rub their cocks.

The other men had been sitting around drinking beer and waiting their turn, 
but now they gathered and stood around Helen, watching this hot little slut 
perform. Her eyes were glazed and half-open as she grunted with each thrust 
from her fucker, and she was masturbating two more men with her hands, 
rubbing their cocks furiously, begging them to cum. Her fevered activity got 
the men excited, too, and as soon as the man in her cunt was done, another 
was there to take his place.


CHAPTER 35: Other Ways to Fuck Helen

Helen was making her fuckers cum so fast, pretty soon none of the men could 
get erections fast enough to keep fucking her, so one of them picked up an 
empty quart-size beer bottle and started fucking her with it. Helen went 
crazy when the long neck of the bottle was slipped up her snatch. She asked 
them to bring it up to her mouth, and she licked her vaginal secretions off 
it as they fucked her face, then put it back into her cunt. The bottle was 
four inches wide at the base, and after they had fucked her with it for half 
an hour, they started forcing the bottle deeper into her twat, until finally 
it was all inside her, and the bottom of the bottle was all that was 
showing, with her pussy lips stretched tight around it. The bottle had gone 
so deep into Helen's genitals that the neck penetrated her cervix and poked 
into her womb, actually touching the sac of amniotic fluid surrounding her 
unborn baby.

Helen was going crazy, her legs spread wide apart so the bottle would 
penetrate her deeper, thrusting her hips lewdly, trying to get her fuckers 
to force the bottle deeper into her quim. She was masturbating two men with 
her hands, begging them to cum on her face as she rubbed their cocks 
furiously. One of them ejaculated on her, spewing semen in her eyes and on 
her lips, and Helen inhaled deeply, sniffing the warm sperm up her nose and 
swallowing it. The other man dumped his load a moment later, forcing his 
erection into her mouth and dumping his load down her throat while she 
swallowed as fast as she could. When he finished, he used his fingers to 
wipe up the sperm on her face, scooping it into her mouth so she could 
swallow it as she looked up at him gratefully.

One of the men found a 3-foot length of 2x4 wood on the floor. It was 
tapered at one end, intended to be driven into the ground as a fencepost, 
and it looked perfect to use as a dildo. But he needed to get the bottle out 
of her cunt first, and he couldn't get a grip on it because it was wedged so 
tightly in her pussy lips. So he told her to push it out of her cunt. Helen 
strained obediently -- but she was using the same muscles used to push out a 
baby during childbirth, and she felt a sudden pain that felt like the start 
of labor. It went away quickly, though, and she continued pushing, sweat 
breaking out on her face as she worked to expel the bottle from her pussy. 
The man tried to help by putting his weight on her pregnant belly, but Helen 
screamed in pain and begged him to stop. She kept straining at it, closing 
her eyes and working the muscles in her vagina, and finally it slid out a 
little, and the man got hold of it and pulled it out of Helen. He showed her 
the piece of wood, and Helen smiled like a whore and asked him to put it 
inside her. She lifted her legs and drew them back so her knees were almost 
touching her shoulders, spreading her legs obscenely, exposing her cunt 
completely, begging for them to rape her with the piece of wood.

The man teased Helen, running the tapered end of the fencepost over her 
erect clit. She convulsed with orgasms, her whole body quivering as the wood 
scraped over her pussy lips and her clit and drove her crazy. She was 
sweating heavily, her body glistening, as her mouth twisted with raw sexual 
desire. "Oh god please stick it in me... I need it inside me... please, 
please screw me..." Then Helen gasped as the end of the fencepost was 
inserted in her twat. Her fucker held it there, only an inch inside her, and 
Helen thrust her hips upward, wanting it in her pussy. She begged again, her 
eyes wide open and shining, pleading for it, and finally the man shoved the 
fencepost up her snatch. The little slut groaned with satisfaction as she 
was penetrated. The fencepost disappeared inside her cunt, sliding in easily 
because of all the vaginal secretions released while she was servicing her 
fuckers. She was able to take 12 inches of it inside her, and her fucker now 
started to rape her with it, moving it like it was a cock, pulling it almost 
all the way out, then driving it deep inside her as she thrust upward to 
meet it.

Helen made love to the fencepost like it was a real cock, murmuring quietly 
as she closed her eyes, drawing her legs a little higher, opening her body 
so it could penetrate her deeper. She had two more cocks in her hands, 
masturbating two men as she grunted with orgasms from the fencepost moving 
inside her vagina. Each raping stroke was driving the tapered end of the 
post through her cervix into her womb, and the heavenly feeling was driving 
Helen crazy. She had never felt so open and available, and she strained to 
spread her legs even more, her high heels dangling in the air as her legs 
jerked with each stroke of the fencepost in her cunt. Her ass was moving 
back and forth, driving the butt plug deeper inside her bowels, and the 
feeling of both of her holes filled with something hard was giving her 
continuous orgasms. She had her eyes closed tight, panting like a bitch in 
heat as she made love to the fencepost in her pussy, her swollen breasts 
jiggling wildly as she writhed on the floor.


CHAPTER 36: Helen Goes into Labor

After she had been fucked for almost an hour with the fencepost, Helen's 
fucker gave her a savage thrust with it, and the end of it poked into her 
womb again. The repeated deep strokes into her womb finally made her go into 
labor, and she felt a strong contraction that made her scream in pain and 
surprise. She had thought the drug given to her by the doctor would prevent 
this, but the drug could only delay labor for a certain amount of time 
before the body took over and started the process of childbirth. Since the 
onset of labor had been delayed for four weeks, the contraction that hit 
Helen was exceptionally strong and painful, and her face twisted as she 
screamed. Her fucker pulled the fencepost out of her cunt, and a gush of 
amniotic fluid ran out and splashed on the floor between her legs. The board 
had ruptured the sac surrounding her baby -- her water broke.

The men wanted to keep fucking Helen, and they didn't care if she was in 
labor or not. But they knew they couldn't keep using her pussy because of 
her impending childbirth -- so they decided to switch from her cunt to her 
ass. They told her to get up on the platform in the middle of the stage. It 
was 30 inches high and just big enough for her on her hands and knees. But 
she had another contraction, and begged the men to leave her alone so she 
could have her baby. They just laughed -- like they were going to leave this 
piece of ass alone! One of them kicked her and told her to get up on the 
platform. Helen tried to stand up, but the butt plug in her ass scraped 
shifted against her hemorrhoids. Normally this would have caused intense 
pain, but because of the drugs in her body, Helen's brain interpreted it as 
sexual pleasure, and she closed her eyes and had an orgasm. The man kicked 
her again, and she tried to stand up, her body convulsing with a series of 
orgasms as the butt plug moved in her colon. She stumbled over to the 
platform and got up on it, on her knees, and the men leaned her forward and 
attached a ring in her slave collar to a metal ring in the top of the 
platform, so her head was forced down and her round ass stuck up in back. It 
was terribly uncomfortable for her to bend forward that far with the huge 
mound of her pregnant belly, but her head was now locked to the metal ring. 
Both her mouth and her ass were at the perfect height for fucking, but first 
her butt plug had to be removed.

One of the men unfastened the chain holding the butt plug in place, and 
pulled it out of Helen's tortured asshole. She spasmed as another orgasm hit 
her, leaving her breathless. The man didn't want to waste the butt plug -- 
so he stuck it in her pussy, and fastened the chain around her legs and 
below her pregnant belly so she couldn't expel it. He stuck his erect cock 
up her ass and started to rape her, and Helen closed her eyes as one orgasm 
after another rolled over her. Another man stood in front of her and told 
her to open her mouth, and she looked up at him gratefully as she obeyed. He 
held her by her ears and started to fuck her face, his erection stiffening 
as she looked straight into his eyes, pleading with him to fuck her harder. 
It took only a minute or two before he exploded in her mouth, and Helen 
swallowed every drop of his semen, gulping it down and licking her lips, 
wanting it all in her mouth. Her body kept jerking forward and backward 
while she was swallowing the cum while the man in her ass never stopped 
screwing her. Another man stuck his cock in her mouth as the man in her ass 
ejaculated inside her, and another fucker stepped up to fuck her in the ass.

Helen hadn't felt a contraction since she was put up on the platform, but 
while her second fucker was using her asshole, she had a strong contraction 
that made her gasp -- but not with pain. The drugs in her body were 
affecting her perception of her contractions -- and she was feeling them as 
pleasure, not pain. It felt like someone had pinched her clitoris, and she 
exploded with a hot orgasm that left her panting like a dog. She did feel 
the contraction of the muscles in her uterus and vagina, trying to push her 
baby out -- but the usual sharp pain was replaced by a rush of sensual 
pleasure that made her nipples stiffen. A gush of vaginal secretions flooded 
her cunt, oozing out around the butt plug that filled her pussy and dripping 
down on the platform between her open legs. The little slut moved her ass 
backward, trying to find the next man's cock, needing it inside her. Her 
fucker slapped her on the ass. "You're a little hottie, aren't you? You like 
this a lot, pussy?"

He ran his fingers over her ass crack lightly, and Helen groaned as she had 
another orgasm just from him touching her. He stuck two fingers in her tight 
little anus and finger-fucked her asshole, and she moved her knees a little 
further apart, opening herself to his touch, begging him to penetrate her 
deeper. She groaned again as he impaled her on his fingers, sticking them 
all the way inside her, and a series of orgasms swept through her body, 
making her quiver all over. The little bitch was in heaven, and she 
whimpered with satisfaction as the man pulled his fingers out of her ass and 
forced his big cock into her rectum. Another man stuck his cock in her 
mouth, and she lost herself in the delights of two big cocks filling her 
mouth and ass.

Another contraction hit, but Helen hardly noticed it as her fucker held her 
hips in place and drove his erection deep into her bowels. He had a 13-inch 
cock, and it felt like it filled her whole body, it was so long and hard. 
She clenched her ass cheeks, gripping the cock, making love to it with her 
anus as she jerked her body in rhythm with his thrusts, helping him screw 
her deeper. When he was ready to cum, he pulled almost all the way out of 
her ass, then gave her a very hard stroke that drove his cock so deep into 
her colon that it caused a small tear in the wall of her bowel. She didn't 
even feel it, but it was going to cause problems later. Feces started to 
seep slowly out of her bowel into her body as the cock spurted inside her, 
filling her with warm sticky jism.

As her fucker pulled his cock out of her ass, Helen had another contraction, 
and this time she could feel the bulk of her baby pushing against the butt 
plug in her vagina -- her body was trying to give birth, but her birth canal 
was obstructed by the butt plug. She tried to say something, but her mouth 
was filled with cock meat, and another man inserted his cock in her asshole 
and started to screw her. After a few strokes, Helen had a strong 
contraction, and she felt the butt plug move in her cunt as her body worked 
to expel her baby. She waved her arms desperately, and when the man in her 
mouth pulled his cock out, she told them she was in labor and she needed to 
lay down.

The men just laughed at her, but she screamed at them, trying to tell them 
she really had to lay down so she could have her baby -- and then a cock was 
forced into her mouth, and the man in her ass resumed fucking her, and she 
didn't know what to do next. She knew she had to have her baby now, but she 
didn't know how to get the men to stop raping her long enough for her to 
give birth. The man in her mouth was probing for the back of her throat, 
making her gag on his cock meat, and then suddenly he ejaculated down her 
throat. She swallowed the warm sperm involuntarily as tears of frustration 
streamed down her cheeks. Her midsection was aching now from the 
contractions, and she could feel her baby being pushed downward and jamming 
against the butt plug obstructing her vagina. She groaned as the man in her 
asshole thrust into her savagely, ready to cum, and another contraction 
gripped her body as she felt hot semen spurting from the cock into her 
bowels.


CHAPTER 37: Helen's Labor Intensifies

Helen's fucker felt her clench her ass as he was cumming inside her, and her 
tight grip on his cock made him spurt even more sperm into her asshole. He 
groaned with extreme satisfaction as he filled her colon with his thick 
semen, and finally pulled out of her. Then he saw her ass still clenching 
spasmodically as another contraction hit her, and he realized the little 
slut really was about to have her baby. He knew the men would want to see 
this, so he yelled across the stage to Malachi to come and look.

Malachi had been watching Helen servicing the men while he slowly rubbed his 
cock, and now he got up and came over to the platform. She looked up at him 
desperately, twisting her neck in the slave collar that was still attached 
to the metal ring in the platform. "Please, oh god please let me have my 
baby now... it's coming... oh god it hurts... please take the plug out of my 
vagina so I can have my baby... please don't hurt my baby..." Tears were 
running down her cheeks as she pleaded for the life of her baby.

Malachi reached down and unfastened Helen's slave collar, and she lifted her 
head as she got up on her knees. Malachi helped her get off the platform, 
and she stood with her legs apart because of the butt plug that was still in 
her vagina. She thought he was going to take it out so she could give birth, 
but he just looked at her, then turned her around and told her to lay back 
across the platform. Her hugely pregnant belly was sticking up like a 
mountain as she lay back, but the platform wasn't long enough to support 
her, so her head was hanging off one side and her legs off the other, with 
her high heels dangling in the air. She tried to lower her feet to the 
floor, but the platform was too high, so she had to hold her legs in the 
air, which put a lot of strain on her stomach muscles because of her 
pregnancy.

The position was terribly uncomfortable, and Helen tried to sit up -- but 
Malachi fastened her slave collar to the metal ring again, so she couldn't 
raise her head. Helen looked at him desperately. She was about to ask him, 
beg him to take the plug out of her pussy and let her lay down when a strong 
contraction hit her. The muscles in her birth canal were trying to force her 
baby out of her body, but the plug in her vagina blocked passage, and 
suddenly Helen screamed in pain. It felt like a monstrous cramp as her 
muscles locked in the middle of the contraction, straining to expel her baby 
through her closed vagina. The contraction went on for another two minutes 
before it eased off a little, and Helen's head dropped back with exhaustion 
as she gasped for breath. Her whole body was covered with sweat and her legs 
were trembling from the effort of holding them in the air.

One of the men noticed that her mouth was hanging open, and her head was at 
just the right height for penetration, so he stepped over in front of her 
and stuck his cock in her mouth. Her head was hanging off the edge of the 
platform, upside down, so her fucker's balls were slapping against her nose 
and eyes as he held her by her ears and fucked her face. After he dumped his 
load in her mouth, Malachi stepped over to Helen with a ring gag in his 
hand. "We don't want you to get carried away during a contraction and bite 
anybody, do we, angel?" He forced Helen's mouth wide open and inserted the 
gag, then strapped it behind her head. It was just two leather straps 
attached to an open metal ring that fitted between her lips and teeth, so 
she couldn't close her mouth. The gag also made it impossible for her to 
speak, though she could still make sounds, and she groaned in distress as 
she realized she was going to get no help at all.

A line quickly formed to fuck Helen's mouth, and the third man was using her 
when another contraction hit. Her body convulsed and her head twisted back 
and forth, but this just increased the excitement for the man in her mouth 
as his cock poked into the insides of her cheeks. Her pain and pleasure 
sensations were still being affected by the drugs she had been given, and as 
the contraction went on, Helen found the pain in her midsection was changing 
into strong sexual pleasure. She tentatively tried to push, as she would 
normally do while she was in labor, and her muscles strained against the 
baby's body -- but instead of pain, Helen felt a rush in her head, then an 
explosion in her pussy as a huge orgasm swept through her. It was like a 
jolt of electricity, and she pushed hard, trying to prolong the heavenly 
feeling. Her legs were shaking, her slut shoes dangling wildly from the 
extreme effort of holding her legs in the air during a contraction. But the 
hot point of pleasure in her cunt was still burning brightly as she bore 
down, and just at that moment the man in her mouth made a grunting sound 
like a pig as he ejaculated, spewing gushes of thick ropey sperm down her 
throat as Helen gulped it down greedily. Two more orgasms hit her, making 
her body spasm and jerk around as the man in her mouth finished cumming. He 
wiped his cock down her cheek, then squeezed out the last of his semen on 
her nostrils. With her head upside down, Helen had to sniff the jism up her 
nose and swallow it, and that gave her another orgasm. She moaned heavily as 
the next man inserted his erection in her mouth and she started to suck him.

After Helen had been in labor for three hours, she had serviced more than 50 
men with her open mouth, and her contractions were three minutes apart. The 
men noticed some blood leaking out of her cunt, and found a big pool of it 
on the floor where it had run down the side of the platform. Malachi knew he 
would have to take the butt plug out of her vagina soon, but he wanted to do 
as much damage to her body as possible before he let her have her baby. He 
picked up a baseball bat he had found on the floor of the warehouse and 
handed it to one the man fucking Helen's mouth. "After you finish with her 
mouth, take this and give her a nice whack across her belly -- we need to 
help this little slut have her baby, don't we, guys? Not too hard now -- 
just enough to urge her along a little."

The men roared with laughter, and the man in her mouth ejaculated heavily 
down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and took the bat from Malachi 
and stepped around to Helen's side. As the next man penetrated her mouth, 
the man at her side swung the bat around and brought it down on her pregnant 
belly. Helen's body went limp and her legs dropped almost to the floor, 
stretching her stomach muscles painfully as she tried to scream -- but the 
cock in her mouth made it sound more like a moan. She certainly would have 
bitten the cock, but the metal gag kept her mouth wide open, and her fucker 
just kept thrusting into her. Helen grunted as she slowly raised her legs 
into the air again, to relieve the strain on her stomach muscles. A gush of 
blood had flowed out of her vagina when she was hit with the bat, and it 
flowed down onto the floor between her legs.

Helen was hit 35 times over the next three hours, and her belly was covered 
with bruises that were turning black and purple. Each of her fuckers hit her 
after he dumped his load in her mouth, and some of the men were betting on 
how many hits she could take. She had almost passed out several times, but 
each time Malachi had put his hand between her legs and pinched her erect 
clit to get her alert again. He knew the abuse she was taking would probably 
kill her baby -- but he wanted to degrade her by making her go through the 
pain of childbirth anyway. By this time the drugs that blurred the pain and 
pleasure centers of her brain had worn off, and she was experiencing the 
full pain of what was happening to her.

The screams coming out of her cock-stuffed mouth were keeping the men's 
erections going, and there was still a long line of men waiting to use her 
mouth when a big gush of blood came out of her vagina when one of the men 
hit her with the bat. Helen moaned loudly and her whole body went rigid, and 
Malachi decided it was time to let her have her baby. She had been in labor 
for eight hours, and he knew he couldn't wait forever -- much as he would 
like to -- so he reached down and unfastened the chain, but left the butt 
plug in place in Helen's vagina. He came around and put his head next to 
hers, and she stared up at him with her eyes wide. There was a man in her 
mouth, and her head was jerking back and forth as he screwed her.

Malachi told her, "OK, pussy, I unfastened the plug in your cunt -- but 
you'll have to push it out yourself. You're already pushing anyway, so just 
push a little harder. We all want to see if you're having a boy or a girl!" 
He grinned down at her, then stepped away as Helen closed her eyes and 
pushed as hard as she could. Her face reddened with strain as she worked the 
muscles in her vagina. The butt plug was so big, and it had been inside her 
body for so long, some of her blood had dried around it, forming a sort of 
seal that held it in her twat. She strained to push it out, but it didn't 
move. The man in her mouth dumped his load and stepped aside so the next man 
could use her. The first man stepped around beside Helen and raised the bat, 
and she tried to scream, but her next fucker had already stuck his cock in 
her mouth. The man beside her brought the bat down on her belly -- and a 
huge gush of blood seeped out of her quim. The heavy flow of blood helped 
loosen the butt plug in her cunt, and when Helen's next contraction hit, she 
pushed hard, and the plug started to slide out of her pussy. But it only 
slid about halfway out, and Helen whimpered in frustration and desperation 
as she kept pushing.

Malachi wanted the little whore to see her baby when it came out, so after 
the man in her mouth had ejaculated, Malachi released her slave collar so 
she could finally raise her head. Helen lifted her head and upper body, 
resting on her elbows as she looked down at the bruises that covered her 
belly, and she started to cry. Her mouth was still open in a large "O" 
because of the gag, and Malachi unfastened it and took it out of her mouth. 
Her face was covered with warm semen that had leaked out on her mouth, and a 
steady flow of sperm was leaking out of her nose. Her swollen breasts were 
sticking up like melons as she looked down at her belly and tried to 
breathe. She was still holding her legs in the air, and her high heels had 
some blood on them. Another contraction hit her, and she grunted in pain as 
she closed her eyes and pushed, and the butt plug slid out of her pussy and 
clattered down on the floor.

Helen's vagina was finally unblocked, and now she could give birth. Malachi 
knew the fun with her was coming to an end, but he wanted to hurt her one 
more time before her baby was born. He stood at her side and told her she 
was a good girl. "You've done a great job making us happy here, and now you 
can enjoy your new baby. Are you planning to breastfeed?" Helen flushed a 
deep red, embarrassed by such a personal question even after all the things 
she had been through that day. But she looked up at Malachi and smiled a 
little. "Yes, I'm really looking forward to that." Malachi stroked her cheek 
gently, and Helen's eyes were shining -- but then she saw the knife in his 
other hand. He held it above her right nipple for a long moment, and then 
brought it down and sliced through her nipple vertically, splitting it into 
two halves. As Helen screamed, he cut her left nipple the same way, and both 
nipples started to bleed a little. Malachi used the knife to make a shallow 
cut down the outside of each breast, from the areola to the base of the 
breast, and finished with a cut that ran across from the inside of her left 
areola to the inside of her right one, so she appeared to have one long cut 
that ran horizontally across both breasts. The thin red line was seeping 
blood as Malachi leaned down to Helen again. "Just to help you remember how 
much fun you had with us today, angel."

Helen was sobbing, but then another strong contraction hit her and she 
closed her eyes and pushed. Her legs trembled in the air, and two of the men 
couldn't resist the way her high heels dangled in the air. They came over 
and took out their cocks and masturbated on her shoes, being careful not to 
touch her so she couldn't use them for support for her legs. Helen saw what 
they were doing and grimaced in disgust as one of them ejaculated on her 
left shoe and her foot. The other man dumped his load on her right shoe and 
up her ankle as she closed her eyes and pushed hard. Two more men stepped up 
to masturbate on her as she gritted her teeth and tried to push as hard as 
she could.


CHAPTER 38: Helen Gives Birth

Helen knew her baby might have suffered while she was being abused at the 
sex party, but somehow she just knew it would all be OK. As soon as it was 
born, she would somehow get it and her other kids away from all this horror 
and take her baby to a hospital and see that it received the best care 
possible. She already loved the baby and she just wanted to take care of it 
as it grew up. She hated these men that had done their best to hurt her and 
her daughters and her son, and she just wanted it all to be over.

She gasped as a huge contraction hit her, and clenched her fists as she 
tried to push. The baby wasn't moving through her birth canal as it should 
-- her other babies had all been born relatively easily -- and she was 
beginning to worry, She looked up at the men gathered around her, watching 
her struggle. "Please, somebody help me... I can't do this by myself... 
please do something... ohhhhh god!!" Another contraction hit her so hard 
that she started to drool out the sides of her mouth as she strained, her 
eyes clamped shut and sweat all over her naked body. The contraction seemed 
to go on forever, but finally it stopped and Helen opened her eyes. They 
were stinging from the sweat that had run down into them, and she rubbed 
them with her fingers to clear them. The men were just standing there 
staring at her, a lot of them rubbing their cocks while they watched, and 
two more men were masturbating on her shoes as they dangled loosely in the 
air. Her stomach was on fire from the effort of holding her legs in the air, 
and she knew she couldn't keep them up much longer.

On her next contraction, Helen closed her eyes and pushed as hard as she 
could, gasping for breath and screaming -- and she felt her baby move down 
into her vagina! She smiled happily with relief -- it was finally moving!! 
It took four more contractions to work it down through her vagina, and then 
she could feel its head emerging from her body. The opening of her vagina 
was out beyond the edge of the platform, with nothing under it except the 
floor a few feet below. She needed help to deliver the baby, someone to help 
her with the final stages of her delivery, and she again begged the men for 
help. She screamed at them and appealed to them and offered to do anything 
they wanted if they would just help her a little, but once again they just 
looked at her, some of them laughing and making comments on how her body 
looked as she tried to give birth.

Helen disgustedly abandoned the men and decided she would just have do to 
this herself. She couldn't reach down between her legs while she was laying 
on the platform, so she needed to stand up. As she levered her body up to a 
sitting position on the platform, a sharp pain shot through her midsection 
and she screamed. Her ass was barely on the edge of the platform as she 
lowered her legs to the floor, trying not to put pressure on her vagina. She 
slowly stood up, her legs splayed awkwardly, as if she had a bowling ball 
between her legs. She was half-squatting as she took two steps away from the 
platform, and then she lowered her body into a full squat with her feet very 
wide apart. She was still wearing her high heels, and squatting in them was 
so painful that tears were running down her cheeks.

She put both hands done between her legs -- and felt the hair on the head of 
her baby! She smiled through her tears as her heart leaped happily. She 
tried to get hold of the head, but it was still too far inside her vagina. 
She moved her hips from side to side, trying to work the baby down further, 
and another contraction hit her. It felt like a jolt of electricity had been 
applied to her groin, and she screamed -- but the strain of screaming caused 
her muscles to push hard, and her baby moved several inches down. Her 
vaginal lips were stretched tightly around the baby's head, and the pain was 
unbelievable, like a knife had been inserted into her pussy. She screamed 
again, and the baby moved down a little more -- and now she could take hold 
of its shoulders. She gently rocked the baby back and forth between her 
legs, slowly pulling it out of her gaping vagina, straining to reach it 
around the mound of her still-protruding belly.

After half an hour of squatting there on the floor, Helen finally pulled her 
baby's legs free, and the child emerged from her vagina. Helen sat down on 
the floor, completely exhausted, her legs splayed out in front of her at a 
45 degree angle as she brought her baby up and cradled it on her chest. She 
saw it was a girl -- a third daughter! -- and she smiled gratefully. She 
cleaned some mucus out of her eyes, then gently slapped her butt to start 
her breathing... but nothing happened. She slapped her again, a little 
harder -- but her baby did not respond. She held it close to her face, and 
now she noticed its color -- a deep blue -- and realized her baby had died 
while it was still inside her. There was a large bruise on its head and 
several marks on its tiny body, and Helen realized these were injuries from 
the baseball bat the men had used on her belly. She burst into tears, 
sobbing and mewling as she cradled the body in her arms and rocked gently 
back and forth.

Helen could hear the men laughing as they watched her, and it just made her 
cry harder. Two more men were standing over her, masturbating on her shoes 
again, and as they dumped their loads on her feet and ankles, she glared up 
at them with disgust and loathing in her eyes. They grinned down at her as 
they finished, wiping their cocks on her legs as they stood up. Helen felt 
completely exhausted and frustrated and humiliated, and she knew her life 
would never be the same after this.


CHAPTER 39: A Gift for Helen's Baby

Malachi went to Helen and leaned down. "We're all sorry about your baby, 
angel. It must be just awful." Helen twisted her head to look up at him with 
hate in her eyes. She wanted to spit in his face, but before she could do 
anything, he reached out and lifted the body of her baby out of her hands. 
Helen screamed at him, trying to scramble to her feet, but Malachi motioned 
two men to hold her down, and they grabbed her shoulders so she couldn't get 
up. Malachi held up the baby's lifeless body. "It's a girl -- and what do we 
do to girls around here?" He held the body in one had while he unzipped his 
pants, and Helen struggled to get up as she screamed at him to leave her 
baby alone, but the men were holding her, and she sank back down to the 
floor. Malachi held the body in front of him and positioned it in front of 
his cock, already erect. He spread the baby's small legs and touched the 
head of his cock to her tiny slit, barely visible between her legs. He 
pulled the baby closer to him, working the head of his cock into its 
miniature vagina. He looked at Helen. "Oh, she's tight, angel -- just like 
her mother."

Helen was sobbing with disgust as Malachi forced her baby's body down onto 
his cock. The baby was too small to take his cock meat, but he forced it in 
anyway, thrusting his hips forward lewdly as he held the baby in place, and 
suddenly several inches of his cock slipped into the body. He had ruptured 
the membrane between her vagina and anus, and his cock had invaded her whole 
midsection. He started to move the baby up and down on his cock, and Helen 
mewled with complete horror as she realized the bastard was actually fucking 
her baby. He held the body in both hands and used it to masturbate, and 
after a minute or two he groaned with satisfaction as he ejaculated in the 
baby's body. He slowly pulled his throbbing cock out of the baby and looked 
down at it for a moment, then took it back over to Helen. She had her eyes 
closed tight, trying to shut out this latest humiliation, and he dropped the 
body in her arms. "She's a great fuck, angel -- just like you." He dribbled 
the last of his semen down on her face as she stared up at him with no 
expression on her face, completely drained. Some of the cum leaked out of 
the baby's ruined vagina onto Helen's arms, and she opened her mouth, but no 
sound came out as she stared down at her daughter. The savage degradation 
was just too much for her to handle, and she closed her eyes and sobbed 
quietly.


CHAPTER 40: Laurel's Turn

Malachi watched Helen cradling her baby for a few moments, and then he 
turned to look at Laurel. The girl had been squatting with her knees wide 
apart and her pregnant belly hanging out, almost touching the floor between 
her open legs, the whole time her family was being tortured and raped, and 
her high heels were causing her terrible pain because they kept her feet 
bent at such an extreme angle. The tightly buckled ankle straps were cutting 
into her skin but the men were holding her arms so she couldn't move, and 
she had been crying all the time while she was forced to watch her sister, 
and then her brother, and then her mom while the men abused them. When she 
saw Malachi looking at her, she knew it was her turn, and tears once more 
streamed down her cheeks.

Malachi motioned for the men to bring Laurel over to the center of the 
stage. She had trouble standing up after hours of squatting like that, and 
when she tried to take a step in her high heels, the shoe slipped on some 
sperm on the floor and the girl fell down hard. The men all laughed at her, 
but nobody tried to help her get up. She got her feet positioned under her 
and slowly started to get up -- and one of the men reached out and shoved 
her shoulder, just enough to send her back down to the floor. She fell on 
her baby, and she yelped in alarm as she tried to use her arms to keep her 
weight off the baby. The men were roaring with laughter, watching this 
stupid slut with her big belly hanging out as she tried to stand up. She was 
so young, just 16, and her sweet, beautiful face made her look even younger. 
The stark contrast between her slim arms and legs, and her hugely pregnant 
belly, made her look very fragile. Her pale milky skin and rich auburn hair, 
reaching down to her waist, made her look very girlish and vulnerable, and 
just watching the naked girl trying to stand up was giving most of the men 
erections.

Finally Laurel was able to stand up and walk to the middle of the stage, 
teetering on her high heels. Malachi ran his hand over her protruding belly. 
"Such a pretty little angel..." The girl was trembling with fear and 
embarrassment as he made her stand there with all the men looking at her. He 
moved his hand down slowly, past her navel, until his fingers reached the 
top of her slit and grazed her clitoris. Laurel's whole body spasmed as she 
had an orgasm. Malachi ran his fingernail over her clit, back and forth, and 
the girl closed her eyes as her lips parted and she moaned quietly. The edge 
of Malachi's fingernail caught her clit, and Laurel groaned loudly as she 
had several quick orgasms. Her breathing was irregular, and she moved her 
feet wider apart, spreading her legs, opening herself, wanting more. Malachi 
grinned as he made her cum again and again. Her creamy vaginal juices leaked 
out of her open cunt and trickled down her thighs, glistening wetly in the 
harsh lights in the ceiling. She leaned in toward Malachi and thrust her 
hips forward, trying to impale herself on his finger, wanting him inside 
her. He slipped two fingers in her slit, and Laurel gasped deeply as her 
vagina flowered open. She was swaying back and forth, her arms at her sides, 
her fists clenched tightly as she quivered with another orgasm.

But Malachi wanted a lot more for this little whore, and not as gentle as he 
had been so far. He suddenly thrust his fingers up her snatch, driving them 
deep into Laurel's wet pussy, finger-fucking her cruelly. Her eyes opened 
wide as she stared at him with surprise. She was so young -- and so stupid 
-- she had actually thought he might treat her better than the rest of her 
family that had been debased at this party. She had invited his touch 
between her legs, and she had enjoyed it so much, and his sudden turn to 
savagery startled her and filled her with a cold fear that she was going to 
be hurt.

Malachi turned Laurel around and started to walk her over to the platform, 
with her walking backwards as he guided her by moving his fingers in her 
vagina. She stumbled several times as she tried to  look over her shoulder, 
her high heels unsteady as she tried to keep her balance while walking 
backwards. Her knees were bent a little and she was walking with her legs 
apart, trying to ease the pressure of the fingers in her twat. She gasped 
several times as Malachi moved his fingers roughly in her pussy, forcing her 
left or right, and digging his fingers deeper into her twat to indicate 
straight backwards. He was grinning at Laurel as he guided her, enjoying the 
warm, sticky slickness of her vaginal secretions on his fingers. This little 
bitch was going to be a lot of fun.


CHAPTER 41: Teaching Laurel Some Lessons

Malachi and the other men knew about Laurel's special surgery -- that was 
one big reason they were anxious to explore her body. Helen had included the 
information in her advertisements for the sex party, thinking it would 
attract more men and higher fees -- but it also attracted some perverts that 
were much more interested in hurting and degrading girls than in making love 
to them. These men thought of Laurel as a fuckhole, ripe and ready to be 
abused and tortured. Her pregnancy added gasoline to the fire burning in 
these men's minds, and what they had already done to her sister and her 
brother and her mother faded into distant memories when the men saw this 
beautiful young angel being forced across the stage with Malachi's fingers 
in her cunt. Every man looking at her wanted a piece of her, and they were 
going to get it.

When they reached the platform, Malachi took his fingers out of Laurel's 
cunt, then brought his hand up and wiped it on her cheek. Laurel twisted her 
head in disgust, and Malachi grabbed her left wrist. He took her index 
finger in one hand and started bending it backward, slowly, until Laurel 
yelped in pain -- and then he forced it back until it broke. Laurel screamed 
in pain and broke out in a sweat, her eyes wide with shock and surprise. 
Malachi stared into her eyes. "That's what happens to little sluts that 
don't appreciate men being nice to them. Now let's try this again, pussy." 
He stuck three fingers in Laurel's vagina, making her gasp as he dug his 
fingers deep into her soft flesh. He swished them around a little, making 
her squirm uncomfortably, then pulled them out. They glistened with her warm 
slime, and moved his hand up to her face. "Tell me you want me to smear your 
face with his crap from your cunt."

Laurel started to cry, too nervous and apprehensive to speak. But then 
Malachi tightened his grip on her wrist, and she quietly said, "I want you 
to smear my face." Malachi just stood there. "With what, angel? What do you 
want me to put on your sweet face?"

Laurel closed her eyes and her face reddened with shame and embarrassment. 
She said, even more quietly, "That stuff on your hand." Malachi jerked her 
wrist, and the girl whimpered with fear as he forced her to bend over a 
little. "What is this stuff on my hand? Tell me what it is and where I got 
it, and beg me to wipe it on your slutty little face."

Laurel's mouth twisted with disgust as she said, "Please, I want you to 
smear my face with the juice from my pussy." She started to cry again as 
Malachi wiped the slimy secretions on her cheeks. "Good girl, good little 
slut. See, that was easy." He stuck his three fingers in her mouth and told 
her to lick them, and Laurel obeyed, using her tongue to clean the sticky 
juices off his hand. Her broken finger was throbbing and starting to swell, 
and she was terrified of what he might do if she refused.

The girl tasted her own shit mixed with her vaginal secretions, and she 
licked extra hard because she was afraid the man might notice. She thought 
she was OK -- but then Malachi leaned down and looked at her cheeks where he 
had smeared the fluids on her face. He straightened up, his face clouded 
with anger. He jerked his fingers out of Laurel's mouth and roughly scraped 
them down her cheek, then held them under her nose. "You stupid, slutty 
bitch -- what's that on my fingers?!" He was screaming right in her face, 
and the girl cringed as she looked at his fingers and saw flecks of dark 
brown feces laced in with the thick creamy juice. The man bunched his 
fingers into a fist -- and punched her in the face.

Laurel reeled backward over the platform, and came down hard on her ass as 
the rough edge of the wood cut into the backs of her upper thighs. Her long 
slim legs were forced upward as she fell, and she ended up laying on the 
platform with her legs hanging off. She was sobbing from the force of the 
punch, and her nose was bleeding down into her mouth. Malachi leaned down so 
his face was a few inches above hers. "Your stinking pussy is full of shit! 
What kind of perverted little freak are you?!" He rammed four fingers up her 
tight little snatch, forcing her legs apart with one hand while he probed 
inside her with the other. Laurel gasped and clamped her eyes shut as her 
most private place was invaded and violated. This was her worst nightmare, 
and now it was real.


CHAPTER 42: Laurel's Secret Shame

Laurel hadn't been allowed to go to the bathroom since the sex party 
started, and all the time she was squatting on the stage watching her sister 
and mother and brother being defiled, she had felt the familiar strain of 
the muscles in her bowels trying to move. She was so pregnant, those hours 
of squatting with her huge belly hanging down heavily had aggravated her 
need to defecate, and she knew some of her shit must have leaked down from 
her bowels into her vagina. This was why she had to douche after every bowel 
movement after she had her surgery, to prevent infection if feces got into 
her asshole when she was wiping her pussy. The doctor had explained how 
careful she must be to keep herself clean, so the filth from her vagina 
would not move into her colon, where it might get  into her ovaries or 
fallopian tubes. She knew if her internal genitals got infected, she might 
have to have a hysterectomy, and then she wouldn't be able to have children.

She had been taught to use tampons in her ass while she was menstruating, 
since her uterus and ovaries had been surgically attached to her sigmoid 
colon, and menstrual blood now emptied into her rectum and flowed out of her 
anus each time she got her period. But she had also started wearing a tampon 
in her vagina, to prevent any shit from leaking out of her intestines and 
running down into her pussy. After her surgery, she had found shit stains on 
her thongs -- in front -- and she knew it was because her anal sphincter no 
longer sealed off her intestines from her anus. Her feces now flowed out of 
her intestines directly into her vagina, then down through her vaginal lips 
and into the toilet bowl when she defecated. So now, after every bowel 
movement soiled her cunt with feces, she wiped her pussy carefully, then 
douched, and then inserted a tampon deep into her vaginal canal.

She tried to push the tampon as far inside her as she could, since her 
cervix was no longer attached to her vagina after her surgery. If she didn't 
push it far up inside her pussy, the tampon slowly worked its way down her 
vagina, and twice it actually slid out of her twat and fell on the floor 
between her feet. She was wearing a skirt and a thong, but the tampon 
somehow slipped past her thong and fell out on the floor. Laurel quickly 
bent over and retrieved the soiled tampon and hid it in her purse, and later 
she had to clean little pieces of shit off her wallet and keys and all the 
other things in her purse. After that, she started inserting the tampon 
deeper in her cunt, so the tampon string almost disappeared inside her. When 
she was having her period, she had tampon strings hanging out of her vagina 
and her asshole, and she was always fearful that one of the other girls at 
school would see them and ask her about them.

Her deepest, most secret fear was that other girls, her friends in school -- 
or worse, boys that she liked -- might find out about her surgery and be 
shocked and disgusted by the changes in her body. Her mom had explained 
about the sex shows and how the men would enjoy having sex with an unusual 
girl like her, and she knew her mom needed the money, and she didn't really 
care if the men at the sex parties knew about her surgery -- but if any of 
her friends found out, she knew she would just die from embarrassment and 
shame.

So now Malachi was screaming at her because some of her shit got on his 
fingers from her vagina, and all her fears about her surgically altered body 
came rushing back. She told him she was sorry and begged him to let her lick 
her shit off his fingers again. Malachi rubbed his fingers on her lips, then 
stuck them in her mouth and told her to lick him. "Good little slut... 
that's it... lick all your shit up and swallow it... you like the taste, 
don't you?" Laurel nodded as she used her tongue to clean his fingers. The 
taste was vile, and her stomach lurched every time she tasted some of her 
shit going down her throat, but she knew she had to do this.


CHAPTER 43: Turning Laurel into a Willing Sex Slave

When Laurel finished cleaning Malachi's fingers, she looked up at him with a 
little smile, hoping he was pleased. He looked back at her -- and then he 
grabbed her left wrist again. She felt fear take possession of her as he 
took her middle finger and started to bend it back. "Noooo, please, I did 
what you told me... please don't hurt me any more... ohhhh god no..." She 
screamed as he broke her finger with a loud snap, and all the men laughed 
and cheered. The pain was horrible as her finger started to swell. Her index 
finger had large blue bruises on it where it had been broken, and it dangled 
uselessly.

Malachi put his face up against hers. "You belong to us now, pussy -- your 
body isn't yours any more. We will do anything we want, and you will accept 
it because you're nothing but a slutty little whore. This is what happens to 
whores -- they get hurt. Your only value now is that you can give us 
erections -- there's no other reason to keep you alive. As long as you do 
what you're told, we won't kill you. We WILL hurt your baby real bad -- but 
not for a while. The longer you do what you're told, the longer your baby 
will be healthy and happy."

Laurel was crying quietly as he continued. "And this is important, slut -- 
you will do all this willingly, because you want to please us. A whore like 
you, too stupid to do anything else, has to earn the only kind of approval 
she deserves -- the approval of her fuckers. We want you to make us proud of 
you by performing for us. Anything we tell you to do, you will do quickly 
and energetically and willingly, to earn our approval and protect your 
baby."

Something odd was happening to Laurel as she listened to Malachi's voice. He 
seemed to be speaking directly to her soul, and his words made her realize 
how frustrated she was with her life. She had always tried to do well in 
school and be a good girl and earn her parents' respect, and now all that 
seemed so empty and futile. She stared up at him as he spoke, and realized 
how tall and handsome he was. He had long brown hair and he was very 
muscular, and she felt a little quiver in her body when she looked into her 
brown eyes. She was falling in love with her abuser, like so many girls 
before her, and she realized in that moment she would do anything for him. 
She would gladly do what she was told if it would please him. She stopped 
crying and looked up at him with her eyes shining.

Malachi saw that he had won the girl over -- another silly, stupid whore 
that actually was going to enjoy being hurt. There was nothing, just nothing 
in the world like a young girl willing to debase herself at his command. 
There was nothing that made his cock stiffen like a girl looking up at him 
like a puppy, her vacant eyes filled with love for him as she waits for him 
to tell her the next degrading thing he wants her to do to prove she loves 
him. There would never be a shortage of stupid whores in this world, he 
thought as he doubled his fist and brought it up in front of Laurel's face.

"Tell me to hit you, pussy. Tell me how much you like being hit, and make me 
believe it." Laurel's face smoothed out as she looked up at him adoringly. 
"Yes sir, I like it when you hit me... I want you to like me so much... will 
you like me after you hit me? Please do it... please..." Malachi told her to 
stand up. Laurel obeyed quickly, and as soon as she was on her feet, he drew 
his fist back and punched her in her eye. Laurel again fell back onto the 
platform, sobbing in pain as her eye started to turn black and clue. The men 
cheered again.

"Stand up, pussy, and thank me for hitting you." He pulled the girl to her 
feet, her high heels slipping in some sperm on the floor as she got up. 
Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eye was starting to swell, but 
she looked up at Malachi and tried to smile. "Thank you, sir, for hitting 
me... I really liked it a lot... I hope it was good for you..." He took her 
left hand in his left hand, and she winced as he touched her broken fingers, 
one at a time, bending them just a little, sending sharp pains through her 
whole body. "Did you like it when I broke your fingers, pussy?" The girl's 
face twisted into a mask of agony for a moment, then she tried to smile 
again. She had cried so much that her eye makeup was running down her 
cheeks, leaving dark streaks that looked like tears. She said quietly, "Yes, 
sir, I liked that a lot... that's what I deserved..." Malachi squeezed her 
injured hand, sending a spasm of pain through her. "Tell me what you are, 
angel." Laurel whispered, "I'm a whore." The man squeezed her hand harder, 
and she yelped with the sudden sharp pain. "Louder, angel, so we can all 
hear. These are the men that are going to make you feel so good pretty 
soon... tell them what you are." Laurel looked around at the men staring at 
her, and most of them were rubbing their cocks as they watched her. She 
raised her voice and said quickly, "I'm a whore and I want to have sex with 
you." There was a low growl from the men, and they edged closer to Laurel, 
and she closed her eyes tight. She had never been more afraid, but at the 
same time she was filled with the need to please Malachi, to do whatever he 
told her.


CHAPTER 44: Laurel Gets Fucked

Now he turned her around and told her to get up on the platform on her hands 
and knees. She obeyed, and her pregnant belly hung down heavily as Malachi 
shove her knees further apart so her pussy and her asshole were exposed. He 
had a large dildo in his hand, and he came around in front of Laurel and 
showed it to her. It was black molded plastic, a very realistic model of an 
erect nigger cock, with a very large head. It was 14 inches long and 3 
inches wide, and it had two long thin straps attached to the base. Malachi 
told her he was going to insert it in her vagina and it would stay there 
while all the men took turns fucking her in the ass. They knew she shitted 
through her pussy since she had surgery, and nobody wanted to fuck her in 
her shithole. He came around behind her and positioned the dildo in her 
slit, then started to work it inside her twat. Laurel was sweating as she 
tried to open her legs more, but her knees were at the edges of the platform 
already. She gritted her teeth as the dildo penetrated her -- it was too big 
for her, and it was starting to hurt. Malachi had 10 inches inside her now, 
but he wanted it all in her pussy. He jabbed it into her tight little cunt, 
and Laurel grunted in pain as two more inches entered her. The head of the 
dildo was at the end of her vagina now, at the point where her vagina had 
been sutured to her large intestine, and her vagina narrowed where it had 
been connected to her bowel. The head of the dildo was stretching her vagina 
painfully, but Malachi kept forcing it deeper into her body. Laurel was 
crying from the pain, but Malachi put more pressure on the dildo, and it 
slowly penetrated her intestine. She felt bloated, like she needed to 
defecate, with the head of the dildo in her bowel. The base of the dildo was 
all that was visible, with her pussy lips wrapped tightly around it, and 
Malachi brought the straps up around her thighs and fastened them in front, 
below her pregnant belly, so she couldn't expel the dildo from her cunt. Now 
she was ready to be fucked in the ass, and he motioned to the men that they 
could have her.

This was what they had been waiting for, and the men surrounded the pregnant 
girl, talking and yelling and fighting over who would get to fuck her first. 
Finally a tall Negro with a 12-inch cock stood behind Laurel and positioned 
his cock in her anus. He held her hips and shoved his erection into her 
rectum, then thrust the full length of his cock up her ass. Laurel grunted 
loudly as she was penetrated, and the men cheered. Her fucker started 
reaming her out, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back into her 
asshole until his balls were nuzzling her round little ass. Laurel's mouth 
was hanging open and her eyes were fixed straight ahead as she got screwed, 
and she was drooling a little from the sides of her mouth. Her pregnant 
belly was shifting heavily each time her fucker thrust into her, and she 
grunted in pain as each stroke made her body jerk wildly.

It was 20 minutes before the nigger was ready to cum. Laurel felt his cock 
throbbing in her ass, then felt the wetness as he filled her bowels with his 
thick creamy sperm. He pulled out of her ass, leaving a long string of cum 
down her legs as he slapped her on the ass and told her she was a great 
little fuck. The next man took his place and stuck his cock up Laurel's ass. 
He didn't fuck her as long as the first man, and ejaculated after only a few 
minutes. Laurel again felt her colon being filled with thick ropey sperm. 
Another man entered her, and Laurel settled into a pattern familiar to any 
girl who has been gang-raped: a few minutes of painful thrusting, the moment 
of ejaculation, the cock being pulled out, the other men congratulating the 
man who just finished fucking the girl, and then the next man inserting his 
cock.

Laurel realized they were ignoring her completely as a person -- she was 
just a piece of meat to them, like a life-size doll, but with realistic 
holes between her legs. She had no way to tell what her fucker looked like, 
or if he was tall or short, or fat or thin -- she just felt his cock enter 
her and thrust into her for a while and then spurt inside her. It was like 
her body was a piece of equipment in a mens room -- a urinal or a toilet -- 
and the men gave her as little attention as they did when they used those 
facilities. They need to cum, so they use a girl -- the same way they use a 
urinal when they need to piss, or a toilet when they need to shit. Laurel 
felt tears in her eyes as her body jerked back and forth under the thrusting 
of the man between her legs.

Malachi came around in front of Laurel, and she looked up at him eagerly, 
like a dog that sees its master. She hoped her would stop the men, but he 
just looked down at her with a little smile on his face. Then she noticed 
his cock getting hard, and in a moment he stepped closer to her and told her 
to open her mouth. "I want you to suck me while these guys are fucking 
you... I want to watch your face while they're inside you." Laurel willingly 
opened her mouth to receive his beautiful big cock, and he thrust his hips a 
little, fucking her face while the other men were fucking her ass. When the 
man in her anus was getting ready to cum, Malachi increased the speed of his 
thrusts, and held Laurel by her ears and jerked her head down on his cock 
with each thrust, making her gag as his cock meat hit the back of her 
throat. The man in her ass ejaculated, groaning as he emptied his balls into 
her rectum, and Malachi exploded a moment later, holding Laurel's face hard 
against his groin as he gave her little thrusts and his cock spurted a huge 
load of warm semen down her throat. She swallowed his precious fluids 
gratefully, gulping them down as fast as she could, wanting to please him, 
wanting to make him proud of her.

After Malachi dumped his load, he didn't pull out of Laurel's mouth. He just 
stood there watching the men taking turns screwing her in the ass while she 
looked up at him, his half-hard cock filling her mouth and dribbling the 
last of his sperm onto her tongue. She savored every drop of his creamy 
jism, sucking hard on his cock to get the last of his sperm into her mouth 
so she could swallow it. He looked down at her and grunted with 
satisfaction. "You like my cum, angel? Does it taste good?" Laurel's eyes 
were shining as she looked up at him. She spoke around his penis, her voice 
muffled by the cock meat in her mouth. "Yes, sir, I love the taste of your 
cum... I love you... oh god I love you so much..." She felt his cock twitch 
in her mouth, and a rush of pride filled her and made her tingle all over -- 
he was pleased with her!! Laurel looked up at him with tears in her eyes -- 
but this time they were tears of pride. She had become a complete sex slave 
for him, willing to do anything -- anything -- to get his approval.


CHAPTER 45: A New Hell for Laurel

After Laurel had been raped for four hours, her bowels were full of sperm 
from her fuckers, and her stomach was full of sperm from Malachi. He had 
ejaculated in her mouth three times in four hours, never taking his cock out 
of her mouth, just getting hard again and thrusting into her until he was 
ready to cum, then dumping his load down her throat. But it was getting 
longer and longer between his cums, and he decided to liven things up a 
little. He pulled out of Laurel's mouth, then motioned to one of the men, 
who brought a choke chain over to him. It was a collar and leash used to 
train dogs. It fitted around the dog's neck, and when the owner pulled on 
the leash, the chain tightened around the dog's neck, and the dog soon 
learned to obey his master's commands.

Malachi handed the chain to the man about to fuck Laurel. The man grinned 
broadly as he slipped the chain over Laurel's head. He let it hand loosely 
while he started to screw her -- but after a few minutes, as she lowered her 
head under his thrusting, he started to pull the chain up slowly, and 
Laurel's head came up as the chain tightened around her neck. Malachi was 
standing in front of her, and she looked up at him with her eyes wide. It 
was hard to breathe, and her fucker was pulling the chain tighter while he 
kept thrusting into her. The girl looked at Malachi with panic in her eyes, 
but he just stared back at her. Her neck had been pulled up so far that her 
upper body was almost upright, and the chain was blocking her airway 
completely. Her face was turning red and she was sweating profusely.

Malachi leaned down close to her ear. As Laurel's head jerked back and forth 
from her fucker's savage thrusts, Malachi said quietly to her: "I want you 
to die for me, angel... will you do that for me?" The girl's eyes filled 
with tears, but after a moment she nodded slightly. Malachi stroked her 
cheek with his fingertips. "Good girl... such a good little whore." He stood 
up as Laurel's fucker yanked the chain even tighter, and she started to 
suffocate. He was almost ready to cum, but he kept thrusting into her 
furiously for another minute or two, and Laurel was sure she was going to 
die with his cock up her ass. Just as she was losing consciousness, he 
grunted like a pig, and exploded in her rectum. He pulled the chain tighter 
while he was cumming, lifting Laurel's head higher, but then he let go of 
the leash attached to the chain, and Laurel's head fell so fast that it hit 
on the platform in front of her and her nose started bleeding again. The 
chain was still locked around her neck, and she scrabbled at it desperately 
with her hands, the two broken fingers on her left hand making it terribly 
hard for her to unfasten the chain. Finally she found the release, and 
gasped as she opened it. The chain dangled loosely down over her breasts as 
she took in great lungfuls of air. She breathed hard and fast, and her 
beet-red face started to return to normal.

Laurel's next fucker didn't wait for her -- he stepped up and forced his big 
cock up her ass while she was still breathing hard. To her dismay, her 
reached for the leash and started to tighten the chain, and Laurel started 
to cry as the whole nightmare began again. This time she didn't come as 
close to passing out because her fucker ejaculated after only a few minutes, 
but after that, every man that screwed her used the chain on her, and soon 
her neck had vivid red scratches where the metal chain had cut into her soft 
flesh. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, begging the men not to hurt her, 
but they ignored her completely, and their cocks got harder every time she 
opened her mouth to scream.

They raped Laurel this way for four more hours, and then Malachi decided it 
was time to inflict more pain on Laurel. Her knees were at the edges of the 
platform, and she was between fuckers, so Malachi came around behind her and 
put his hands on the insides of her knees, then shoved both knees outward. 
Laurel's legs were forced apart violently as her knees slipped off the 
platform and she fell, straddling the platform with her thighs, the full 
weight of her body supported by just her thighs -- and her baby. She yelped 
in pain, and tried to push her legs together so she could get back up on top 
of the platform -- but the rough edges of the wooden platform cut into her 
thighs. The wood was not finished and had hundreds of splinters, and when 
Laurel tried to force her legs together, the splinters dug into the soft 
flesh of her thighs. It was like she had mounted the platform, as if it was 
a horse she was riding, and she couldn't get her knees close enough together 
to get back on top of it.

She had been thrown forward when she fell, so a lot of her weight was on her 
pregnant belly, but there was no way she could lift herself off of it, with 
her thighs splayed across the platform. She slowly realized just how 
helpless she was, and looked around for Malachi. He came around in front of 
the girl and leaned down so his face was right in front of hers. "Ohhhhh, 
poor little angel... does that hurt, sweetie?" Laurel nodded, tears 
streaming down her cheeks as blood started to drip from her thighs and run 
down the sides of the platform. Malachi stroked her damp cheek with his 
fingertips. "You need to hurt a little more..." He moved his hand to the 
back of her neck and shoved her down, forcing more weight onto her thighs 
and making her slip down on the platform as her legs were forced even wider 
apart. She clamped her eyes shut and screamed, a short, harsh sound that was 
torn out of her throat hoarsely. Her face was contorted in a mask of pain 
and she was panting desperately as the pain got worse, almost more than she 
could stand.

Malachi motioned to the men, and Laurel's next fucker stepped up behind her 
and held her hips in place while he penetrated her asshole. Malachi leaned 
down to Laurel's tearful face as she grimaced when the cock invaded her 
anus. "Take it, angel... take it for me... make this nice man happy while he 
screws your sweet little ass... be a good little whore..." Laurel actually 
tried to smile up at him, even as her face twisted in pain from her fucker's 
cock thrusting into her rectum. Then her rapist grabbed the choke collar 
hanging around her neck and pulled it tight, and Laurel's face froze in 
panic as he pulled her body upright, forcing her thighs into the harsh wood 
at the edges of the platform. She was sobbing with pain and frustration, 
unable to handle the onslaught of pain in so many different places. Just 
when she was about to black out, her rapist groaned with extreme 
satisfaction and ejaculated in her bowels, jerking the chain tighter around 
her neck and completely closing her airway, Laurel's eyes widened and her 
whole body went rigid -- but then the man finished dumping his load and 
loosened the chain, and Laurel slumped forward, her face blue from oxygen 
deprivation. She took in great lungfuls of air, so fast that she almost 
hyperventilated.

Laurel's rapist pulled his cock out of her ass and told her she was a great 
fuck -- and in spite of all the pain and degradation, a little smile crossed 
the girl's sweating face. She looked up at Malachi and spoke in a whisper. 
"He said I'm a great fuck..." She smiled happily, and Malachi put his hand 
out to her -- and slapped her as hard as he could. Laurel's head jerked to 
the right with the force of the blow. She turned her head back to Malachi, 
and he slapped her other cheek with the back of his hand, making her head 
jerk to the left. Again she turned her head so she was looking up at him. 
Anything, she thought -- I will do anything for you. She gazed up at him 
lovingly, completely in his power, willing to do whatever he told her as 
long as he let her love him.


CHAPTER 46: Laurel's Suffering Intensifies

Malachi was bored. This little whore was cute and obedient, but he was tired 
of watching her spread her legs while the men filled her asshole with sperm. 
It was time for her to enjoy some real pain. He lifted Laurel off the 
platform, and the girl gasped with surprise and relief as the rough wood was 
removed from between her thighs. She had hundreds of splinters, and her 
thighs were bleeding down her legs.

Malachi motioned to a man at the side of the stage, and the man brought out 
a large thick piece of wood, five feet long and ten inches wide. He placed 
it flat on the platform and went back to the side of the stage, and Malachi 
told Laurel to lay down on it with her arms outstretched at her sides on the 
wood. The girl obeyed, squatting down beside the platform, then laying back 
across it with her arms stretched out on the wood. The man came back -- with 
a hammer and some long spikes in his hands. Malachi saw the look of panic on 
Laurel's face and spoke to her. "I want you to suffer for me, angel... I 
want to watch while you are nailed to this piece of wood... it will hurt 
like nothing has ever hurt you before, but it will make me happy to see you 
suffer... can you do this for me, sweetie?" He was leaning down to her, and 
he stroked her cheek gently as she cried quietly. But then she looked up at 
him and nodded slightly, still willing to do anything to please him.

The men watching all this couldn't believe what they were seeing -- what a 
stupid little bitch! This pregnant whore was actually going to let herself 
be nailed to a piece of wood. There seemed to be no end to the stupidity of 
young pregnant white girls.

Laurel closed her eyes as the man stood over her and positioned a spike in 
the middle of her left palm as it lay against the wood. The spike was six 
inches long and half an inch wide, like a very large nail. He struck the 
first blow with the hammer, and Laurel screamed as the spike penetrated her 
hand and entered the wood. Five more blows left the spike sticking out about 
three inches, pinioning her hand to the wood. He repeated the operation with 
her right hand, leaving Laurel nailed to the wood, totally helpless.

He was about to walk back to the side of the stage when Malachi told him to 
wait. Malachi stood in front of Laurel and told her to sit up straight. She 
tried to lift her upper body off the platform, but the piece of wood was 
heavy, and it was exquisitely painful for her to try to lift it while her 
hands were nailed to it. Malachi told her to try again, and the little slut 
actually rose up off the platform until her upper body was upright. She was 
still squatting beside the platform, and Malachi told her to stand up. With 
her pregnant belly, and her hands nailed to the wood, she almost fell down 
as she tried to stand up -- but Malachi didn't offer her any help at all. He 
just stood there, waiting for her to obey him. After three tries, Laurel 
made it to her feet, and stood there with her arms outstretched like she was 
welcoming him. He led her over to the center of the stage, and it was an 
unbelievable sight -- but the next sight was even better.

Malachi told the man to place the hammer on the floor between Laurel's legs, 
balancing it on its head, with the 14-inch handle upright. Laurel watched 
him as he stood the hammer on the floor, with the handle pointing up between 
her legs, and then she looked at Malachi, and more tears ran down her 
cheeks. She knew what he wanted before he said it, and it made her feel 
nauseated when she thought about the men watching her take the hammer inside 
her body. She died a little inside as Malachi spoke. "You know what I want, 
don't you, angel? You know how much it will hurt, too, don't you? Oh, angel, 
but it will be a good hurt... it will make you stronger... and it will show 
that you love me... come on, sweetie, do it for me... show me how much you 
love me..."

Laurel moaned a little in her throat as she started to lower her body over 
the hammer. She squatted slowly, balancing the heavy piece of wood across 
her shoulders as she sank down with her legs apart lewdly, moving her feet 
to keep the handle of the hammer under her. She couldn't see it because of 
her pregnant belly sticking out, so she had to feel for it with her ass. 
When she felt it touch her ass cheek, she jerked away, knocking her hammer 
over, and it clattered to the floor. Laurel whimpered with frustration as 
Malachi urged her on. "That's all right, pussy, just wait while we set it 
back in place so you can try again... you're doing such a good job..." The 
man who had nailed Laurel to the wood walked over to her and  reached down 
and stood the hammer upright again, then returned to his place with the 
other men watching the perverted spectacle.

Laurel tried again, lowering her hips and spreading her legs as she squatted 
painfully, and this time she felt the hammer handle touch directly against 
her asshole. The cold wood made her shiver as she tried to open her ass 
cheeks by spreading her legs wider apart, and then she lowered herself a 
little, and the handle penetrated her anus slightly. The wood was wide and 
stubby, not rounded like a the head of a cock, and it was very hard for her 
to get it started in her tight little ass without using her hands. She 
raised and lowered her body a little, probing for the center of her asshole, 
and finally it felt like the handle was positioned so it would enter her 
body. Laurel squatted lower over the hammer, forcing her hips down toward 
the floor -- and she felt the handle slip past her anal ring and enter her 
rectum. Now that it had penetrated her, she only had to squat lower to take 
the rest of the long handle up her ass -- but squatting was terribly painful 
because of her pregnancy. Laurel looked up at Malachi with tears in her 
eyes, half hoping he would tell her it was OK and she could stop -- but at 
the same time she felt a huge need to take the full length of the handle 
inside her. She was inflamed by her love for Malachi and she wanted to prove 
it to him, and to all the other men watching her degrade herself this way.

She forced her hips down, bending her knees as the handle slid slowly into 
her ass. It felt like a baseball bat inside her, and the pain was getting 
worse every moment, but she kept forcing herself down on the hammer. Her 
high heels force her feet into almost a vertical position, and squatting was 
making her ankles burn like they were on fire. She grunted with frustration 
as she bounced a little on the hammer, trying to force it up her ass. Her 
knees were on fire and her thighs were starting to cramp, but finally she 
forced herself down a little more, and the curve of her ass touched the 
floor. The handle of the hammer was completely inside her! She looked up 
proudly at Malachi, and she was actually able to smile a little, as tears of 
pain ran down her cheeks.

Malachi came over to her and touched her cheek, making her blush with 
pleasure. She looked up at him adoringly, like a dog in front of its master. 
He leaned down to her. "Good girl... such a good girl... does it hurt, 
sweetie?" She nodded, and he spoke again. "It's supposed to hurt, angel... 
the more it hurts, the more you prove how much you love me... I want it to 
hurt you..." He put his hands on her shoulders and shoved her down onto the 
hammer, and Laurel gasped as the cold metal head of the hammer touched the 
soft folds of her anus. The metal shaft holding the head on the handle 
entered her asshole a little, and Laurel shivered as the end of the handle 
probed deep inside her bowels. Malachi stood up and spoke to the men. "This 
little whore is open for business, men -- who wants to fuck her mouth?"

The men roared with laughter, and quickly formed a line to face-fuck Laurel. 
She had to squat there with the hammer handle up her ass and her hand nailed 
to the board while each man stepped up and stuck his cock in her mouth. 
Malachi leaned down beside her ear while her first fucker was using her 
mouth. "Keep moving you body up and down, pussy... I want that hammer moving 
in and out of your beautiful little asshole... that's it... fuck yourself 
like it was a nice big cock up your ass..." He held her shoulders and moved 
her up and down a few inches, showing her what he wanted, and Laurel tried 
to keep moving her body like that as she sucked the cock in her mouth. Her 
fucker ejaculated quickly, and the next man in line stepped up and stuck his 
cock in Laurel's waiting mouth.

The weight of her pregnant belly hanging down in front of her was making 
Laurel's back ache badly. She kept raising and lowering her body on the 
hammer, fucking herself as Malachi had asked her to do, while she gave 
blowjobs to one man after another. She swallowed 18 loads in the first hour, 
and 20 in the second hour. The men were fucking her face like it was a cunt, 
and her head kept bumping against the board she was nailed to, and she had a 
bad headache. Some of the men even grabbed her hair and knocked her head 
back against the board while the were fucking her mouth. The strain of 
holding the board up with her shoulders was making her whole body ache, and 
she kept passing out briefly while she was being fucked.

But Malachi wanted her to suck one more thing before he let her get up. He 
picked up a shotgun he had brought with him, and showed it to Laurel. Her 
eyes were bleary and unsteady as she tried to focus on the long barrel of 
the gun. It was a 12-guage single barrel shotgun, and the barrel was about 
3/4 of an inch in diameter. Malachi brought the end of the barrel to 
Laurel's lips. "Open your mouth, angel." The girl obeyed, not understanding 
what was happening to her. Malachi inserted the cold metal between Laurel's 
warm lips. "Suck it, sweetie... make love to it with your mouth..." Laurel's 
lips closed around the barrel easily, since it was much smaller than most of 
the cocks she had been sucking. She ran her tongue over it and started to 
suck it as Malachi fucked her mouth slowly. Laurel's eyes closed and she 
smiled a little as she performed a blowjob on the shotgun. Malachi's finger 
twitched on the trigger -- one little pull and he could send this fucking 
whore straight to hell. It was all he could do to stop himself, but then he 
relaxed and kept moving the gun in her mouth for a few more minutes before 
he pulled it out,


CHAPTER 47: An End to Laurel's Suffering

Malachi could see that Laurel didn't have much left in her, and he wanted 
her completely conscious for the final event he had planned for her, so 
after the men had fucked her face for another hour, he told her she could 
stand up. The girl looked up at him gratefully, but there was no way she 
could stand up after what she had been through. Malachi had two of the men 
help her up, and her unsteady legs were trembling as they held her to keep 
her from falling. Her vagina was still filled with the butt plug, and the 
head of the hammer was hanging out of her ass.

She told Malachi she really needed to pee, and she was thirsty -- and he 
solved both problems for her. He held a glass under each breast and squeezed 
it, letting her urine drain down into the glass until it was almost full -- 
and then he held the glass to her lips and helped her drink it. The sight of 
the stupid bitch gulping down her own warm piss made the men roar again with 
laughter. She told him she really needed to have a bowel movement, so he 
unfastened the butt plug she was wearing in her vagina, and the men helped 
her squat down so she could defecate right there on the stage. She pooped 
out a huge pile of dark brown turds, sweating profusely as she finally 
emptied her bowels after so many hours. The sight of all that shit running 
out of her pussy made most of the men hard again -- this girl's body was so 
fucked up! The two men helped her stand up again, and Malachi told her he 
was going to take the hammer out of her asshole. She gasped with relief, 
smiling at him gratefully as he slowly withdrew the long wood handle from 
her rectum. She thought this meant that they were going to let her go 
soon... but she was wrong.

Malachi told the two men to let her stand up on her own, and they released 
the girl. She wavered a little, but was able to stay on her feet, her arms 
spread wide and her hands nailed to the board across her shoulders. She 
looked like an angel welcoming people to Heaven, but what she was about to 
go through was more like hell on earth.

Malachi stood in front of Laurel and ran his fingers over her pregnant belly 
lightly. He held the shotgun behind his leg so the pregnant girl couldn't 
see it. She gazed up at him with affection as he touched her tenderly... and 
then he moved the shotgun up until the end of the barrel was between 
Laurel's legs. She gasped a little as the cold metal brushed against her 
vaginal lips, and then she smiled and spread her legs as he penetrated her 
slit with the gun. She was one happy little bitch. "I love you," she said to 
him sincerely, her face glowing with adoration. He looked down at her, and 
ran his fingers over her belly again. "What are you hoping for?"

Laurel smiled shyly, and after a moment she whispered, "I'm hoping for a 
girl..." -- and Malachi fired the gun into her vagina.

The lead pellets that blasted out of the muzzle shredded Laurel's vagina and 
intestines, and tore her baby apart as it destroyed her uterus. But Malachi 
had used only a small amount of gunpowder in the shells, and that was the 
only reason Laurel wasn't killed instantly. The lower power caused the 
pellets to remain inside her body, inflicting a huge amount of organ damage 
and internal bleeding, but not blowing a hole in her body. The usual amount 
of powder would have cut her body in half and blown her spine apart, but now 
the only thing the men saw was a huge was of bloody tissue and mucus that 
gushed out of Laurel's asshole. This was all that remained of her womb and 
her baby. Bloody pieces of tissue were dripping out of her gaping vagina, 
and amazingly, the girl was still standing up -- but not for long. She 
dropped to her knees heavily, her hands still nailed to the board she held 
across her shoulders.

Laurel looked down, and her pregnant belly was almost flat now. In front of 
her, all over the floor, were bloody pieces of her internal organs, and she 
could see parts of her baby scattered through the scummy mess. She started 
to cry, but Malachi put his hand under her chin and raised her eyes to him. 
"It's time, sweetie... are you ready to die for me?" Laurel looked into his 
eyes for a long moment... and then she nodded. She knew she could have no 
life now, and she just wanted it to end. Her baby was dead, and her family 
had been destroyed, so what was left? She looked into Malachi's eyes. "Yes, 
sir, I'm ready to die for you... only for you... I want to please you one 
last time..."

Malachi held the shotgun in front of her face. "Beg." Laurel parted her lips 
slowly as she said, "Please..." -- and Malachi pressed the muzzle into the 
hollow of her neck and pulled the trigger. Just before he fired, he grabbed 
a handful of Laurel's beautiful red hair -- and as the blast destroyed her 
neck and decapitated her, Malachi lifted her head high in the air and showed 
it to the men. They were awestruck, and made comments on what he had done to 
this little whore: "Great shot" and "Beautiful!" and "Unbelievable job!"

Malachi lowered Laurel's head -- and was startled to see her eyes flutter 
open. The little slut was still alive! He quickly lowered her head to his 
groin and forced his erect cock between her lips. "Suck me, angel... oh god, 
I want you to die sucking me off..." He felt Laurel's mouth closing around 
his cock, and he ejaculated fiercely and hotly onto her tongue. The dying 
girl was actually trying to swallow his load -- and it flowed down through 
the back of her throat and dripped down to the floor from the bottom of her 
severed neck. The men watching this spectacle just couldn't believe it.

Malachi walked over to where Helen was slumped on the floor after watching 
her daughter being raped and murdered. She was crying quietly as Malachi 
held Laurel's head in front of her, and the girl's open eyes stared straight 
at her mother, lifelessly. There was some sperm leaking out of Laurel's 
mouth, and Malachi told Helen, "Suck my cum out of her mouth and swallow 
it... she doesn't deserve to die with sperm in her mouth..."

Helen kissed her daughter for the last time, and gently licked the warm cum 
off her lips, then sucked the scum out of her open mouth and swallowed it as 
she began to sob.


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