#smitty and the cold bitch.......

[tai-janai]

a little birdie inspired me, i wanna share my couple of ideas for the new chapters !

first off, prisoner.

i know i've been super delusional about guts trio, but i am convinced that we will at least be getting hunted. if not stubborn also, then probably cheated. those feel like the only ones that make sense to me

secondly, damsel

i would be so, soooo happy if we got skeppy with it. him being the skepticism and straight man to re-align smitty (and maybe get him a bit riled up, resulting in some Grey Brother content) but we could get opportunist, thatd be cool. i think something that could also be interesting is finding a way to get broken, cheated, or paranoid in the mix. maybe something goes wrong , m not sure

thirdly, my wife, the spectre

now. i do, reaaaallly want smitty to join for spectre. i want to romance her. i want to get to know her. (and i want more smitty and cold bitch, except they get along better) but i realize that is unlikely. if we managed to get the broken or the opportunist for the ch.3, i wouldnt be too surprised i guess, those seem the most likely stem. a fun twist would be stubborn probably, somehow. maybe in the same vain as the idea with smitty ; both of them want to be with her (in a romantic sense or otherwise) and theyll both try anything to do it

[tai-janai]

i needed to give smitty a sword at least (partially for his quote when you take the blade in Damsel, partially for what is pictured above)

i think conty would want a weapon he could have fun with. he could probably use it more effectively, but whats the fun in that.

I like the idea of all the voices having a weapon, it's a cool headcanon, but screw the fairy tale motif I refuse to accept that skeptic has anything other than a gun

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

You Aint Seen Nothin’ Yet (HugoxReader)

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You marched along happily: mission accomplished, target secured. The basterds had just broken Hugo Stiglitz out of prison. He'd been a bit of an idol to the younger basterds for a while... and  you were especially star struck.  You asked a million questions in the span of thirty seconds, subsequent to your great escape. The basterds were used to that, though. Some wide-eyed kid, not even old enough to buy a goddamn beer back home, seeing war and the world for the frst time ever... Still... Hirschberg shut his eyes tightly, pulled his head back with a sigh, and gripped his gun trying to find some patience. "Shut the fuck up, kid, damn."

"Sorry..." You smiled a little and looked down, a little embarassed... The rest of the basterds smirked and chuckled a little, though Hugo raised his eyebrow, not knowing how to respond to you at all.

In fact, Hugo wasn't sure of what to make of you at all.... And it was obvious from the way he gave you the side eye during your march through the woods. 

All the basterds noticed...and frankly they understood. You were the youngest basterd...you definitely looked and acted like it. Still, there was more to you than meets the eye, Aldo knew that when he looked through your file. But it took each and every one of the other basterds some time to figure out that you belonged.

This time,  it was Hugo's turn. Aldo stopped, crossed his arms, and watched as you sauntered through the thick woods, up a narrow trail, a good way ahead, like a child on a playground. One by one, each of the basterds caught on, and smirked a little, waiting for you to notice they'd stopped marching behind you. ....but.... Of course...you didn't. Aldo sighed, "Y/n. Hold it." You slowed down, and stopped. You turned around, and saw the boys a few meters back. You looked back to the forest ahead, then back to your team. "Sir?" "Step on back here, private." "Yes, sir." You hurried back, waiting for an explanation, really. Aldo smirked, "Face the rookie."

Confused as you were, you had  a bit on an inkling as to where this was going. So, you faced Hugo with a sense of defeat. Aldo took out some of his snuff, and briefly looked back at you, "Disarm him." "What?" You wanted to make sure you heard that right. "Disarm Sergeant Stigltiz." You looked to Aldo, then to Donny, then back at Hugo. No explanations were given. Aldo spoke up again, "That's an order, L/N." You looked to Hugo, and murmured "Sorry!" He furrowed his eyebrows in cluelessness, "Wha-" Before he could finish his simple inquiry, his arms had been twisted around, and he'd been slammed onto the ground. He saw his own weapon being aimed right at him.  He looked past the barel of the gun in shock, and into your intense eye, looking square into the scope, into Hugo's soul. Aldo uncrossed his arms, "Alright private, that'll do it." Your face popped away from the gun, you gave it back to Hugo, and offered him a hand, pulling him back to his feet. You whispered, "Sorry," again, though Hugo was still stunned. Not only that, the brief instant in which your hand wrapped around his made his heart stop... Maybe...just maybe it was just because that was the closest he ever had to a sign of humanity. Or maybe it was more than that... He couldn't stop glancing at you after that, as you walked ahead of the team. Impressive as it was, he still wasn't convinced you were as much a basterd as the others... You were just so.... Tiny... and....no... Hugo shook his head and internally cursed at himself. How could he even think of you like that? So soon? All you did was help him up... All you did was take him down... And all he did was fall.

He couldn't accept that he'd fallen for you.... No... Still, he couldn't deny it, even to himself...you were just so...tiny....and... cute...???? How could anyone have approved the paperwork to get you in with the basterds? The basterds made it back to their hidden haven deep in the woods that night. You all passed around food, cigarettes, and stories. As the stars rose, and smoke faded, you grew a little more silent, gazed into the forest ahead of you, the east side... There was a long silence...and Aldo sighed, realizing he'd have to address the elephant in the room again. "Y/n's just a kid, Hugo, youngest basterd we got. I apologize in advance if that young'un gets a little..." Smitty smirked a little. He was the second youngest, but it was a whole other level when it came to you. "Well..." Donny chuckled a little as he put out his cigarette, "Y/n is something."

Aldo looked back around the basterds. Usually if there was talk about your seemingly innocent and clueless nature, you'd pipe up and get defensive. Then, he realized you'd fallen asleep. Hugo saw it too. You looked so defenseless, helpless. Seriously...how could you even get into an elite team like that? He scowled a bit...thinking how easy it would be for a kraut to hurt someone like you... You... His blood boiled at the thought of anything happening to you. And that feeling startled him... You were...after all, a soldier. Aldo looked back at you, the one basterd he was dead certain would fit in when he first put together the team. "Kid's got  a brother that was MIA. The goddamn day  Y/n was old enough, that sum bitch volunteered. Ended up gettin' dropped in fuckin' Germany.  There, that kid led a rogue mission on German soil, freed that brother, and fifteen other prisoners from a camp."

Hugo's eyes were wide. He looked back at you, sleeping peacefully, then back to the basterds, "That...that little thing led a rogue mission  to a camp?!" Wicki chuckled, "Ja." Aldo cracked his neck as he remarked, "You 'member that scrap you and the kid had earlier, sergeant?" Hugo nodded, and Aldo laughed a little, "Well, you ain't really seen nothin' yet." Omar breathed out some smoke and enlightened Hugo a little, "Story goes that kid beat seven nazis to death, bare knuckles only. No ammo, no explosives at that point." Donny sighed, untying his boots after a long day, "Everyone else that was there got medals. Y/n's brother got an honorable discharge for a bullet in the knee. Y/n got court martialed." Aldo sighed, "I gave that kid a chance no one else would've given. And it's been one of the best goddamn choices I've made for this team." Hugo nodded, "Impressive..." He wasn't a very locquacious man...but when he said something, he meant it.

Hirschberg held up his bottle, "Kid's a fuckin' legend." Smitty laughed a little, "You gotta be, to take down the Bear Jew." Donny narrowed his eyes, "Hey, for the millionth fucking time, there was something in my fucking eye!"

As the arguing died down and the night went on, the basterds put out the fire, and went to bed. Hugo was the last one to go. He wondered how you could have slept through all of that... How you could sleep through the cold, anyway?

He grunted, rolled his eyes, and threw his jacket over you, and went to bed. 

As the basterds geared up for their next, and first mission with Hugo,  he wondered if you'd be a little more serious and put together by then... But somehow you weren't. He acted annoyed about it. He saw you as a bit of a liability... Somehow you still seemed like something that should be protected. But the boys were right....He hadn't seen nothin' yet. As you all waited in the shadow of the forest to ambush a squad of nazis camped nearby, Aldo nodded, "Move, move, move!" Through the battle, Hugo found himself  unconsciously searching around for you. He found you, right among the nazis, in a direct line of fire from both sides. "Y/N!" He shouted involuntarily, as his heart skipped a beat, as he watched you fall onto the ground. It was a slide that Donny taught you specifically, when the team was first put together. He couldn't believe you'd never played baseball before... and he saw it from a distance, as he swung his bat, as he shouted in pride, "NICE SLIDE, KID!"

Hugo's eyes went wide as he saw what you were doing. You slid beneath a row of nazis, and literally shot their balls off.. Again, as impressive as it was, Hugo couldn't help but think it was stupid and completely evitable. He smirked a little, having to admit it was a nice move...He might use it some day...

Still.... He saw you were getting too cocky. "Nein..." He muttered urgently under his breath, his voice becoming louder with the gunshots, "Nein, Nein.....Y/N. Y/N GET OUT OF THERE."

He ran in, wondering by then if you were too much of a basterd. He literally had to swoop in and carry you away from the firefight. Hugo set you down by the trees beside Hirschberg, who was taking cover as he reloaded. You scowled, "Whoa, big guy, I wasn't finished!" Hirschberg snickered as he reloaded his gun, "Say that often?" You glared at him, "Only to guys like you." As Hirscbherg chuckled, you saw something that made you think you were crazy... You could have sworn you saw Hugo tripping HIrschberg...

No matter how many missions you went on, Hugo just couldn't get through one without almost having a heart attack. Yes, you were a basterd, through and through, he knew that now. But he couldn't explain why he was so compelled to protect you, and deny it after you reproached him for it after. every. single. mission. He usually responded with grunts and mutters of annoyance. You somehow always found a way to get into stupidly avoidable situations. You for sure were too much of a basterd for your own good. So given the tense, and questionable nature of your interactions with each other, Hugo naturally panicked when he woke up one morning, and you were gone. Panicked meaning he was in a nasty mood, and when he did speak, he did so aggressively. "Where's Y/N?" Donny was hardly paying attention, "What's goin' on, big guy?" "Where is Y/n?!" Hirschberg smirked a little, as he tied his boots, "Check in Smitty's tent." "What?!" Omar ruined Hirschberg's joke, causing him to mutter under his breath. Omar rolled his eyes and gratiously explained, "They were playing cards last time I saw them." Wicki rolled his eyes, "For fuck's sake, Hirschberg's messing with you, Hugo."

Hugo scowled, and it scared the living shit out of Hirschberg. Aldo sighed, and explained, "Sometimes Y/n takes walks out in the woods." "Alone?" "Yeah." Hugo nodded and tried to play it cool.... But at some point during the day, Hugo snuck away from the campfire. He was sure he was subtle about it...Still he ran like a wild man, trying to find you. How could the basterds let you wander out alone?! These were nazi infested woods... How could you even think of going alone? Still, as quiet as he was in his exit, the basterds noticed. Smitty asked, "Um....anyone notice it's been a real long walk this time?"

Aldo crossed his arms, "Ah, let Y/n be... Kid already has to bunk with you sum bitches." Omar smirked, "Which Hugo is not happy about."

Donny chuckled, "Well when you fucken put it that way, he's also not here." There was a brief, entertained silence. Hirschberg asked "You think they're finally....ya know...." Wicki rolled his eyes, "Mind your own business, Hirschberg." Aldo sighed, "Let em have some time, goddamn it." Wicki nodded, "They're probably just talking." Omar shook his head. "Hugo talking?" Donny raised his eyebrow, "....Y'know maybe you're right Hirschberg."

**** Hugo found you about an hour later. You were sitting on the edge of a hill, overlooking the darkest parts of the forest, facing east, as a dreary mist rolled in. You'd been crying... Hugo wasn't much of a talker, but he was a good listener. 

So that's what he did. When you were an ensign, and went rogue, you saved fifteen lives, and killed seven nazis with your bare hands. But at the end of the day, it wasn't enough. According to you, you'd failed your mission. You had two brothers.

You only got one of them out. Hugo followed your gaze east, beyond the forest, toward Germany. "He's somewhere out there, Y/n..." This time, you were the silent one. Hugo rested his hand over yours, completely covering it. You looked at him, your eyes puffy and red...and in that moment, Hugo felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Heartbreak... It all became clear then. Hugo's heart broke because it belonged to you...and if you were hurt, so was he. It didn't irritate him that you constantly got yourself into dangerous messes. It scared him. He realized then, that you didn't do it because you were some clueless, stupid kid with an Icarus complex. You did it because you felt guilty. Hugo wanted you to know it wasn't your fault. Nothing was. None of it should ever have been your burden to bear, But he knew it was too late for that...the most he could do was help you carry it. He told you that without a word... Hugo kissed you, for a moment. And when it was over, you looked at him, smiling softly. There was more to Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz than meets the eye... He had a world of a heart, and a lot to give. More love than you, or anyone could ever have imagined... The kindness behind his soft, rare smile, and the loving, firm clasp of his hand told you one thing about Hugo Stiglitz's love: You ain't seen nothin' yet.

[ksuew]

The Rookie Live Blog

2x14 Casualties

Segment 1

Cold Open:

Nolan and Harper respond to a gentleman whose dog is responding to explosives. A gender reveal gone wrong resulting in Nolan being covered in blue glitter and Harper in pink “They’re having twins” 😂

Now Nolan and Grace are working out together. She notices his heart is racing and makes him put on her tracker. And sees his heart rate is too high. She wants him to keep the tracker on for a week to track his stress.

Doggie!!!!! Jackson wakes up to a barking dog in his face. She’s fostering Cujo to help with her trauma recovery. I didn’t think I could love Lucy any more, yet here we are! Jackson, on the other hand, is not thrilled. Lucy is adorable!!

Roll call:

Armstrong back from vacation. Starts by thanking them all for their help with the Rosalind Dyer case. Significant look to both Tim and then to Lucy. Then he tells them about a federal operation launching in phillipinotown. Told to steer clear. Run anyone through “LA Clear” if necessary to see if they’re in an undercover operation. Grey questioning Nolan about it makes his heart rate tracker go off. He gets teased, of course.

Everybody gives him their stress relief advice:

Jackson: dancing

Lopez: target practice and the great British baking show

Harper: poor harper says, “Hell if I know, I wrecked my family from the stress I was under” ☹️

Lucy: meditation

Smitty: Yoga 😂

Tim: anything that turns your brain off and takes your full focus

Armstrong: most important thing is to ID source and confront it

Nolan takes that moment to mention what Rosalind said about the secret. Armstrong blew it off.

Tim tells Lucy getting a dog was a mistake. Mr. Grmpy pants. Jackson’s bitching to Lopez. Lopez says suck it up.

Back to Lucy and Tim. Lucy accuses him of not liking dogs. He says she’s wrong he just feels they’re a lot of responsibility and he doesn’t feel she’s ready for it. She says: and you were when you were my age

Tim: at your age I’d done 2 tours in Afghanistan and Iraq as second in charge of a squad of 10 soldiers.

Lucy: Show off

They’re responding to a peeping Tom call. A drone spying on a sunbather

They say that drones are hard to track down

The wife openly flirts with Tim inviting him to watch her sunbathe

The husband accuses Tim of flirting with his wife

Throws them out. That was weird

Lunch time:

Jackson and Lopez see someone obviously effected they find he has a hole through his hat and seems to have been shot

Cut to Harper and Nolan chasing down a robbery suspect into an abandoned building where they find a their suspect freaking out because he found a body.

[ladyamber]

Sirenade: Chapter Nineteen

Greetings readers and welcome to Sirenade. I don’t have much to say for this intro but we are slowly moving forward into the story and digging deep into the mystery of the sirens, as well as who they were. This chapter doesn’t have any trigger warnings but I hope you enjoy it and as always Stay Tuned! For next week’s chapter. I know this chapter came out late. Apparently it didn’t post when I hit post or it didn’t finish loading. SO here goes try number two :)

Start: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 18

Next: 11/24/19

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Chapter 19

“Your injuries seem better than last week, feeling any sort of pain or soreness?” The gentle brushes along his wound sent a pleasant chill down his spine. He’d already been acting flustered around the doctor and this wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“N-not that I know of.” He clasped onto the hen of his shirt as if his life depended on it. Craig was trying his hardest to relax, he really was, but with Tyler constantly breathing down on him and touching him it felt impossible to do just that. He understood this was a normal routine for Tyler begin a doctor and all, but it seemed like he was doing it on purpose, wanting to unravel Craig right in his office. Well he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“Still can’t believe those sick bastards did something like this to you. Course I’m- we’re all glad that the three of you escape alive, but still.”

“I don’t think you can escape when dead Tyler then it wouldn’t be considered escaping.” Craig’s heart warmed at the chuckle that followed his mildly dark joke. Tyler has no idea how close to death Craig had actually gotten that day. If it wasn’t for his friends quick actions he might’ve not made it. But he wasn’t able to tell Tyler that, didn’t want to freak him out anymore than he and everyone else was. The incident didn’t help his mental health however for the past month since then he and Tyler had been growing closer and closer to one another seeking more than just a casual doctor’s appointment. They’d spend hours talking about anything they could before Tyler had an emergency or had to take care of another patient. He grew into the routine of coming straight to the local clinic at dawn, greeting Tyler and spending almost all day tidying up the place or help with paperwork. Though he’d never stayed past sunset, after what happened he began taking precautions in order to keep himself and the other safe.

“Well you’re all set then. If you feel any more pain come to me immediately don’t want you to stress the healing process. Other than that I have nothing else for you.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, you’ve sort most of my paperwork. Cleaned basically every inch of the clinic, you even reorganized my cabinets.”

“Oh. Well then if you need for anything ask around for me.” Craig gathered up his things as he walked towards the door.

“Hold on, I wasn’t finished. I’m off early today we could go have a drink at the Brewery tonight, that is if you’re free too?” Craig hesitated, a few months ago if Tyler had offered this to him he would’ve taken it in a heartbeat, but now he felt unsafe to even glance at the beach after dark. He couldn’t get the images out of his head of being dragged through the rough sand, the hooks digging into his scales and flesh. He couldn’t, but he wanted too.

“I don’t know…”

“If it makes you feel any better I won’t leave your side the whole night. Come on, you deserve a break you’ve been working really hard at my clinic and keeping yourself healthy too.” Tyler was right. One night couldn’t hurt right, it might finally be his chance to tell him everything.

“Ok. I’ll go, you’re right, it might be fun to enjoy a day off.”

“Great! See you at seven then.” Craig smiled at the taller male nodding his head before walking out of the clinic with a warm feeling in his chest and a tingle in his body.

~*~

The smell of fish was nothing new to him, growing up in a town close to the ocean you get use to the scent. Today, however, the stench was extremely powerful, it burned his nostrils as he quickly walked around the docks. A tuff of white hair peeked from a pile of boxes, the figure hummed unaware of his presence. “Jaren?”

A yelp followed by a thud and a curse happened behind the crates of cargo. Out came Smitty from behind them holding a glare and a stern look on his face. “Busy. Go away.”

His command had the slightest tone of venom which John didn’t blame him for, instead of being happy that he was alive he’d felt a swarm of guilt for not being able to protect him. So he ran out on him unable to look him at him properly. Now that he was able to Smitty had grown cold to him and it hurt.

“Come on Smit you’ve been avoiding for the past few weeks. I’m trying to talk to you about the whole dying situation and you won’t even hear me out.” Jaren simply walked away from John as he was talking and towards the edge of the dock.

“You did and said plenty that day. There’s nothing else to talk about. Go home John and forget all about me. About us.” With that Jaren jumped into the ocean leaving behind whatever he’d been doing on the docks. Now John could’ve done what Jaren asked, leave him alone, maybe go to therapist and talk about sirens or why he was crazy. But he’d had enough of this whole walking on eggshells when around Smitty, so without thinking John grabbed a rope and the heaviest object on the dock (which was an anchor) and tied himself to it. Without a second thought he dragged the anchor to the edge of the docks and let it sink into the ocean with him attached to it. With all its force the anchor yanked him into the cold water giving him no time to react to the freezing temperature. As the anchor sat on the bottom of the seafloor John remained floating either able to sink or completely float. He watched the sunlight shine through the sea watching the creature around the docks soak up the rays. Fish swimming or eating around the algae covered pillars while boats in the distance captured their next meals. It was honestly a peaceful site to see, sure the lack of oxygen had begun to take effects but John’s mind didn’t seem to register it yet. Begin too caught up with the beauty from under the sea, that is until a voice disrupted his enchantment.

“JOHN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” It was Jaren he had returned to him, but now instead of talking he’d begun to scream at John, which to be fair was appropriate at this time. Jaren attempted to untying the knot John had used to secure the anchor to himself. John simply crossed his arms and looked away from Jaren as he yanked and pulled at the knot. “ARE YOU INSANE?! HELP ME! YOU’RE GONNA DROWN!”

John didn’t budge, he refused to move when the pain in his lungs burned. His vision grew black as he felt his body losing its battle against carbon, yet he didn’t move. He barely even registered when Jaren cutting the rope, pulled him up to the surface, and hiding them underneath the docks. He gasped for air coughing and heaving for oxygen. “God! I promised myself I’d never do that again.”

He yelped in pain as Smitty punched him in his arm, “The fuck was that for?!”

Sobs shifted his attention away from his anger, “Y-you know *hic* how h-hard its since you left me there. *hic* I felt abandon John why did you leave me? I thought-” John interrupted Jaren’s sobs with rough kiss, wanting to absorb any sadness he’d felt because of him. A fight of fire erupted from one another despite the cold water seeping deeper into their clothing. The goosebumps that spread across them didn’t occur because of the freezing water. John tilted his head slightly in order to increase the heat between the two, releasing for air as Jaren’s lips chased after John’s. He caressed his cheek as they allowed their foreheads to rest against each other.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you there. I didn’t want to either, but seeing you there because of me. I just couldn’t take it.” John and Jaren’s eyes welled with tears, Jaren grabbed John’s free hand bring his lips to it before guiding it to his other cheek. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you.”

“You did what you could to protect me. Even if it was a few seconds you tried to save instead of running away. I don’t hate you for that.” Jaren placed his hands on John’s cheeks too feeling the warmth radiating off them.

“I just don’t wanna lose you again. I love you.”

“I love you too, but next time don’t try and kill yourself for me.” John’s tears grow larger as the smile on his face caused them to fall down into the infinite sea.

“Well then don’t ignore me.” Jaren experienced the same emotions as John, smiles and tears all over his face. “I’m sorry for causing so much unnecessary pain.” “I’m sorry for being a bitch and not letting you talk to me.” John kissed his forehead and rubbed his thumb on his cheek to wipe away any tears or water droplets. “Next time let’s pick a different place to do this. Not under some rotted dock.”

“Just pick a time and a place.” John winked at his now lover only to receive a roll of the eyes and a passionate kiss in return.

[echoinghowls]

Night Escape

Just a random drabble I wanted to write! Hope you enjoy! (1,159 words) - - -

- Blinding flashing neon. Mumbled and mixing conversations. Groups and couples and loners shouldering their way through the crowd. Loud, bass-filled music beat and pounded the walls and entrances, daring people with racing hearts and red gazed eyes to dash inside and dance the night away. Going inside had been a mistake. At first, his loud group of friends and eager tugs had been enough to convince him he would have fun, but now that whiskey and beer were drowning their thoughts...Evan wanted out. It was like a prison, jumping and dancing bodies forming a wall between the seating area and the exit. Brian had drunkenly pulled a sober Brock put into the sea about 15 minutes ago, and Evan still hadn’t seen the two since. Tyler was the only one beside him now. Jonathan getting dragged out by Luke as his brother forced Ohm to dance, Anthony and Nogla laughing and wheezing at the bar still. Scotty and Marcel had dipped early on, insisting they needed decent sleep to get up early for a meeting the next day. John and Smitty were working behind the counter, grins wide as they watched their friends have fun at the place they worked at. Which meant Evan, who was two beers deep, and Tyler, half a bottle whiskey under his belt, were left at the messy and disorganized table. Cups and shot glasses littered the oak, torn and soaked napkins like dappled snow on the dark wood. Evan hated the heat that was beginning to soak into his jacket, too worried he’d lose it to take it off. The smell of marijuana was quickly joining the sweat that clouded the air, along with the scented clouds of smoke that brushed the ceiling as patrons vaped. The cheap, greasy pizza that had once made his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard now made his stomach churn. Acid burned the back of his throat as nausea swirled through him, making it hard to swallow as he took deep breaths to not vomit. “Evan, you don’t look so good.” The gamer glanced at his drunk friend, icy blue eyes watching him from where Tyler sat. “I don’t feel well,” Evan admitted, resting his head on the chair behind him and closing his eyes to focus on breathing. “Wanna leave? I’m bored.” The blonde man swirled his drink lazily, yawning as his gaze took in the flashing lights. “Yeah, but I don’t know how we’re going to make it to the door.” “I got this.” Tyler stood (albeit wobbly) and made his way toward the crowd, pausing on the edge to wait for Evan with a lopsided smile. The smaller was quick to get to his feet and stand beside the giant, who nodded before stepping into the sea of people. Evan was surprised when a path slowly opened up in front of them, Tyler parting his way through the crowd with ease. Music pounded his chest. The body heat and sweat increased to a sickening level, making Evan swallow thickly as he narrowly avoided hips and shoulders trying to drown him in the crowd. His stomach lurched after a particularly sharp elbow to his side, the woman not noticing or bothering to apologize before she was swallowed up again. Then they were out, Tyler’s smile bright as he held the door open for Evan. The smaller promptly emptied his stomach in a nearby trashcan, Tyler rubbing circles into his back as he attempted to comfort the ravenette. “Better?” Tyler asked as Evan stepped away from the ill-smelling can and wiped his face with his jacket sleeve. He’d wash it later. “A bit,” He answered, throat raw from the bile that he swallowed with another gag. They walked together along the sidewalk. The crescent moon sat snuggly in the blanket of the glittery sky, giving Evan some sort of comfort as he tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets. The deafening music died out behind them. The bustling streets of the small town were quiet now. Birds and critters chirped and called out in the darkness. Family-run businesses were empty, their bright colored signs blinking and fading with age. The wind whistled through a nearby wheat field, tugging the young stalks that were barely ankle-height into vigorous dances. The sound soothed Evan and his stomach a bit more. “Is that Jon?” Evan looked up at Tyler before following his gaze, expecting to see their bleached-haired friend somewhere ahead and spotting dark hair shrouded in a blue hoodie instead. They glanced at each other before nearing their friend, who has sat himself down in the dirt and mud of the field.“Hey, you okay, Jon?” The blue hoodie jumps slightly at the question, whipping around to see Evan and Tyler before relaxing. “O-oh. J-just you guys.” “Too much for you too?” Evan asked, already expecting the nod he got in return. Poor Jonathan wasn’t one to enjoy loud noises and bright lights for very long. “L-Luke t-told me we w-wouldn’t be there long. A-a-and then he gets all distracted with his-shi damned hoochie boyfriend...” Jonathan trails off, huffing before pulling his hoodie closer to him. “Can we join you?” Jon pauses for a moment, then nods, patting the dirt beside him for Tyler and Evan to join. The three of them sat there for a while, huddling when the breezes tugged at their hair. Evan wished he had gotten a haircut as the strands of night billowed and flicked in front of his face. They listened to the crickets and the birds. The mooing of distant cows and whinneys of horses. The rustling or the young plants that surrounded them and the songs of the towering trees. It was peaceful. “Th-thanks f-for sitting with me.” Jonathan muttered after they sat in silence for a long while. Evan didn’t stop the smile that pulled at his lips. “Of course. No one I’d rather sit outside and enjoy nature with than you two.” There was a pause between them. Evan smiled as he stared at the stars above them, luckily not hidden by the light pollution that smogged bigger cities. Fireflies blinked to life in the depths of the field. Blinks and shimmers of bright yellow in the pale, faint light of the moon. There was a brush of a hand under his chin, and then lips were pressing against his own. His breath hitched at the sudden contact, eyes wide as he stared at Tyler’s dimly lit face. He tasted like whiskey and pretzels. Tyler pulled away, bright blue eyes narrowed and smirking as he took in Evan’s now flustered face. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He whispered against Evan’s cheek. Cold fingers snaked up Evan’s other side, and he turned to face Jonathan only to be caught in another kiss, this one shorter before Jon pulled back. “Bitch stole my kiss.” He hissed, pulling Evan into another kiss before he could say anything. Evan was elated.

[dont-doubt-dopple]

You Have Your Own Bed, You Know

One quick soft fluffy Krii7y Drabble because @littlesoftcactus was looking for some. Plus I wanted to write something for any recent victims of Parker’s Angst. Enjoy!

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“I’m cold.” John opened his eyes to see his roommate, Smitty, standing at the foot of his bed. His dark brown hair lay disheveled as it peaked out from the red checkered blanket surrounding him. John groaned, and closed his eye again.

“Smit, it’s the middle of August.”

“So?” John sighed again, but scooter over from his very comfortable position in the middle of the bed to make room for his roommate.

“Come on. I want to go to back to sleep.” Smitty smiled and crawled to John. They fell perfectly into each other’s bodies, with Smitty becoming the little spoon and John the big one. John’s hands rested in Smitty’s hair and around his waist as their breaths became in sync.

“Thank you.” Smitty said as he closed his eyes.

“Anytime.” John mumbled, glancing over at the dozing figure once more. The pale skin that danced with constellations of freckles. The slightly parted lips of a perfectly soft pink shade. The glimmer that could still be seen behind closed eyelids. The warm fluttering feeling he felt as Smitty presses his head into his chest. “I love you.”

Smitty open his eyes, indicating he heard the phrase slip John’s tongue. Like a thief in the night, he quickly pressed his lips to John’s own before returning to his original position.

“Smitty.” John echoed, a lingering sense of euphoria still there. The other didn’t stir. “I know you’re awake, you bitch.”

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out. “I didn’t mean ... this is all a dream! That’s what this is. You’ll just forget ..”

“Do it again.” Smitty stopped at the interruption. “I’m not dreaming; I know that much. But ... I want that again. Please.”

Smitty smiled and complied.

[thegreen1969pontiac]

L’appel Du Vide Chapter 4- Midnight Coffee

                                          Eventual Dean x OC

Summary: When Hope’s sister is killed in a less than a normal house fire, and Sam, her sister’s boyfriend, disappears with his brother after her death they’re her number one suspects. When the cops declare the case cold she begins her hunt for the Winchester boys. She follows them in hope for some evidence pointing to the death of her sister, but will she find more than just the cause and the killer? Will she find out more than she wanted to?

Warning: creepy guy, very minor sexual themes, language, crappy writing

Word Count: 2434

I've got to admit, the Winchester boys seem to be the hardest to track men in the USA, well, besides my uncle. They seem like ghosts. Sam showed up to Stanford about four years ago, he came on an almost full-ride scholarship and no family to help him move in on moving day.  He was a smart guy, he was top of his class in almost all the schools he was forced to move around to. His dad, John, was a marine. They originated from Lawrence, Kansas, Dean was born January 24, 1979, which seemed to just rip me apart even more seeing as Jess was born the same day in 1984. But John Winchester seemed to disappear the date his wife, Mary died, November 2, 1983, just a year after my sister was born, and to the date the day she died.  Two November 2nd both involving the Winchester boys. What was this some family cult that killed the women of the family? What the hell? After asking the professors at the university, it seems that Sam was pretty normal. Quiet, courteous, polite and intelligent, but nothing out of the ordinary.

After all of this, there was only the date of the deaths that pointed to murder. I needed to find someone that my sister knew, someone who would know what kind of man Sam was. My sister mentioned this guy, he brought them together. This guy named Brady, Jess mentioned him once or twice he wasn't a close friend of hers just someone she met at a college party at one point. If you can imagine there was a shit ton of Brady's at Stanford University, after about 12 hours of driving Theo from frat house to apartment, it wasn't until maybe the 23rd Brady that I finally found the one that knew her. Brady was a successful kid it seemed that he had a job all lined up for him at Niveus Pharmaceuticals, a company that seemed to profit off the sickness of others. But I guess in his mind it would get the bills of Stanford University paid, he was a charismatic young man I could see why Jess let him set her up with Sam. He asked me to come in,

"Are you Brady? Did you know my sister Jessica Moore?" I ask already feeling tried from asking the same question over and over again.

"I'm Brady, yeah. I knew her, I heard what happened. Who are you?" He asked in almost an accusatory manner.

"I'm her sister, I go by Moore. May I sit?" I say already losing patience with the rich and snotty Stanford kid.

"Oh, yeah, yeah of course. Sorry for your loss."  He rushes out.

"I'd just like to ask some questions if you wouldn't mind, just for some closure." I come up with my excuse, it's not for closure though it is for knowledge.

"Yeah, yeah, what do you want to know?" He asks he gestures for me to sit down on the Italian leather coach that he probably paid way too much for.

"My sister, she had a boyfriend, What was his name again? Was it Smitty?" I ask playing stupid, I need to confirm his name, get some information on this sick son of a bitch.

"No, his name was Sam, Sam Winchester. I actually introduced the two." He smiled to himself almost proud that he introduced the two to each other.

"Yeah, good for you. Did you know Sam well? I didn't see him at the funeral, I just wanted to check up on him you know, help me understand how he is dealing with all of this," I stated, "I mean do you know where he is, I couldn't find a single record of where he could've gone after the fire." I smile, playing the victim wasn't ever my role.

"I don't know where he is now but I heard that he went on a road trip with his brother right before the house went down," He says, "I think I might someone who does though, her name is Becky Warren, she and her brother were friends with Sam when he was here. I really hope you find him though, but hey, I gotta get to lacrosse practice so..." He leads off, how did I know this douche would play lacrosse.

"No, I totally get it. Thank you for your time." I say and stand up, I walk out of the house and head to the address. I finally get to the house that is owned by the Warren family. There are only two cars parked in the driveway. I walk up the driveway and am at the door when the door swings open an I'm met with a frazzled looking girl.

"Are you Becky?" I ask blocking her exit from the house.

"Yeah, look, I have to get going I have class in like 10 minutes." She tries to move around me but I move in front of her again,

"Look, I need to know where Sam Winchester is and I was told you could help me if you could just give me a general idea I will be out of your hair," I say,

"I don't give out my friend's locations to strangers so why don't you piss off." She said and made a move to go around me but this time a grab her jacket and push her against the door frame.

"Yeah, well I don't usually arrange funerals for dead family members but it seems like we are all having a bad year," I growl at her,

"So I am going to ask you one more god damn time, you are going to tell me where my dead sister's boyfriend is or I swear to God I will make you and your brother's life the most miserable they can be, so you can know how I have felt every god damn day since I heard my baby sister was killed in that fire." I hiss out at her.

"I don't know okay, he only texts me so often." She whimpers, "The last I heard he was in Ohio." I smile and let her off the doorstep.

"See, that's all I needed we didn't need to get all nasty. Now lets hope we don't see each other again shall we?" Yeah, we can only hope, right? I turn on my heel and walk to Theo.

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A suburban Ohio town has been dealing with the murder of one of their own Steven Shoemaker died in a strange way, the obituary said it was a stroke. But his eyes basically burst out of his skull. Death although seems to follow these boys so why not take a look. Toledo, Ohio was quite the apple pie life town, it was full of high school sweethearts and minivans, but under all of that sticky sweetness, I could tell that there were some underlying skeletons in the closet of the gingerbread house town. Driving there wasn't much of an issue after running on only alcohol and granola bars for about three weeks, it is nice to have a change to coffee and diner food. The food that was eaten along the way to Ohio made me feel like crap but the coffee was always warm and the diners mainly stayed open for 24 hours. That's where I am now, sitting at a 24-hour diner with checkered tiles and bright red seats. The coffee on the table no matter how much I want to say it was black and sound like the badass, it had two creamers and three sugars in it. I was researching the town on my lab top, when the sun peeks its way from behind the family houses I'm heading down to the coroners to get a closer look at the body of the victim. Its been around two days since I had a decent shower so I decided to pack up early and make myself not look like the sleep deprived, alcohol smelling, mess that I am.

The hotel life had been abandoned, motels were now my realm. I can't tell if it is because I don't trust myself to be in high places anymore or if I just don't believe in the normal life anymore and I'm punishing myself to shitty, never cleaned motels that look like they could also be pimping out prostitutes to each room. After the shower, I dress in some of my best clothes that I packed, a black pencil skirt and a white button up that I tucked into the skirt letting my collar bones show, I put my hair up in a professional up-do and grabbed the brown leather jacket that kept me warm in the cold weather. The only new things I needed were shoes and I ended up going to one of the many stores at Toledo's main street and just as the store was opening managed to grab a pair of classy black heels. The coroner's office would no doubt be open now and I just needed to complete the facade with a small pen and notebook. Instead of putting in my contacts this morning I left my glasses on, the blood shotness of my eyes were slightly hidden by the glass.

As I parked Theo in the parking lot of the office I see a black 67' impala sitting across the street. The license plates reading Kansas. I hold my breath, there is no possible way that I would find the boys in the first place I stopped. As I put on the heels from inside my car I saw two tall men walking out of the hospital, the stairs looked old and white, One of the men was no doubt, Sam Winchester, I quickly walked up to the boys ready to walk right up to the evil son of a bitch that murdered my sister and start beating the living hell out of the tall man. But the man next to the puppy dog man was intimidating, he was tall and wore a dark brown leather jacket over his blue flannel, he stared me down like a piece of meat and I knew that I could barely take down one of the two Winchester's and if this was Dean there would be no way in hell I would be able to take down either of them. As I walked closer to them and as they passed me I tried to identify every possible feature so I would be able to know who they were the next time I saw them. As I went up the stairs and they walked down I paid careful attention to which car they got into, and not at all to my surprise I see they get in the Impala with the Kansas license plates, I make careful note of those as well. KAZ-2Y5. God, that won't be hard to forget.

As I get inside the hospital building I walk quickly down to the coroner's office and although I hate wearing heels I like the way they make the clicking noise on the tile floor. The office does look like its open but I can't imagine that the sleazeball looking nurse that sits at the desk seemingly counting cash is the doctor I'm looking for. I tap on the door,

"I'm sorry are you Dr. Feiklowicz? I'm doing an article for the paper about death and I was wondering if I could get some details." I say smiling, I see him rush to put some bills in his pocket, I put it together in my mind and guess that it was the boys that gave the money to him. Why the hell would they pay to see their own murder victim, what kind of sickos are these freaks?

"I'm sorry, he won't be back for an hour, is there something I could help you with?" He says smirking. I can feel him looking me up and down and I can feel my inner head just retching at even the thought. "Oh, that's too bad, is there any way that I could see the body on my own maybe, I just am going to be taking notes." I hum out,

"I'm sorry I will have to ask for some identification before I can let you in, you said you were with the press?" I curse myself, I smile and nod,

"Of course, let me just get out my-- Oh, shoot I think I left my key card at the office, can I just give you my ID?" I ask falsely reaching for the key card that I did not own.

"Well-- I really do nee--" I smile and begin to take off my jacket leaving me in my skirt and blouse that although classy, seems to work on the idiot in front of me, I hold it in my hand arms crossed and stare innocently at him.

"Please, I really need to get some notes, I have to get these back before my boss gets back, he is so mean to me and I might lose my job," I say making myself tear up, I guess playing Ophelia in middle school paid off well.

"Well, I guess. Can I see your ID?" I hand it to him, he takes it and I see him try and make an effort to brush my hand with his own the action almost makes me sick to my stomach.

"Hope Moore, that's a real�� pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty girl," He says trying to woo me with his horrible pick up line.

"Actually I go by Moore." I let my sickly sweet facade drop that time letting him know that I do not want him to call me that again.

"Yeah, sure."

He leads me back into the room and he pulls the sheet off, after seeing my sister I don't think I will be so upset with dead bodies anymore. I ask him about the death and it's said that something bizarre happened that his eyes burst inside his skull, the creep nurse said that there has never been something like that to happen during a stoke. I thank him for his time and he seems to be wanting to ask me something but I rush out of the morgue and get back to finding the Winchester boys.

 I drive around town hoping to see the same black car and when I finally find it I notice that there are many other cars parked outside the house as well.

I grimace, funerals suck.

[tai-janai]

/ scars

transmasc damsel . the suitor. fanart. with a hint of damspec

[lil-honeyblossom]

The Boys go Camping

Mini: sets up the camper but realized he left his stuff at home, so now he lives in swimming trunks and a smelly shirt

Wildcat: gets a campfire going, dances by it claiming he’s in ‘irl fortnite’, gets shirt lit on fire because he got too close

Vanoss: finds an owl and brings it back to camp, tells everyone its his sister and they need to be respectful, sicks her on anyone who tries to steal food from his plate, claims he is in his natural habitat

Delirious: goes and jumps directly into the lake with clothes still on and phone in his pocket, almost lost the keys to the camper because he dropped them in the lake

Moo: puts sunscreen and bug spray on everyone, accidentally got it in Nogla’s mouth which caused him to cough all over Brian, brought a bunch of floaties and Capri Suns

Terroriser: wearing a crop top because he can and he’s rockin it, gets coughed on by Nogla, proceeds to bitch slap the green outta Nogla’s eyes

Nogla: coughs on Brian, gets bitch slapped, while at the lake gets burned within 30 minutes of being out in the sun, gets made fun of for being a tomato and not a potato

Lui: climbing trees, jumps down and scares the shit out of Panda, almost drowns but is saved by Scotty, drinks all the Capri Suns and pukes in the truck on the way back to the campground

Panda: gets jump scared (literally) by Lui, brings all the alcohol and gets drunk on the way to the lake, fell asleep on a lawn chair and woke up to a sunburnt belly but has a white spot in the shape of a dick on him

Ohm: wears a speedo to the lake, says rabbits aren’t good swimmers so lays on a towel thirty feet away from the water, gets a bucket of cold lake water dumped on him by Cartoonz

Cartoonz: makes Ohm blush by calling him ‘the sexy speedo’, dumps water on Ohm, makes Ohm blush hardcore again by dumping water on him and saying ‘Ohm you’re so wet! And you know i like it wet’

Scotty: everybody’s jealous of his abs, gets pranked because Smitty and Marcel pushed him underwater and almost drowns him, had to save Lui because his floaty toy deflated and he was too little to touch the ground but was four feet away from the shore

Marcel: gets pantsed by Smitty, shrugs it off says whatever and walks up to the beach with no trunks on and just lays on a towel, burrito wraps himself up in it, says to Smitty ‘Hey man if this is what you want’

Smitty: calls himself ‘The Pantser of Chaos’,is absolutely appalled when Marcel walks out of the water butt naked, gets hissed at by John when he asked him to go into the water but eventually got him to get into the water, immediately gets tackled by him and they wrestle until one of them isn’t able to breathe and need to come up for air

Kryoz: wearing sunglasses, a large hat, underneath an umbrella, and is on his phone while at the lake, hisses at anyone who tries to get him into the water, tackles Smitty but gets pantsed once again by the Pantser of Chaos

[brittanythescrivener]

Love Like White Lightning - Inglourious Basterds - Chapter Two

1947

Aldo Raine swung the maul back behind his shoulder and brought it down in front of him with one forceful blow.  A sharp crack echoed through the woods.  He took another swing, his biceps rippling and straining against the thin cotton fabric of his shirt.  He kicked the wood aside and lodged the maul into a stump in front of him long enough to pull the sweaty shirt from his chest and mop his forehead with it.  

It was late August in Maynardville, which meant it was still hotter than deep fried hell.  Despite the heat and stifling humidity of late Tennessee summers, it was never too early to get ready for winter, which could be right around the next corner.  Aldo found splitting wood to be therapeutic.  The simple act of the maul slicing through the air and cracking through wood was oddly satisfying and kept his body and his mind busy.  If he was idle, his mind wandered, and it would only be a matter of time before he found himself itching to have a bottle of some kind in his hands.  

Aldo came from a long line of Raine drunks, and he reckoned there was whiskey in his blood. His grandpappy was a happy drunk. His daddy was an abusive drunk.  Aldo himself was the Hemingway of drunks, and he’d been that way for as long as he could remember.  That was, until after the war.  He went from being a self-proclaimed high-functioning drunk to something else entirely and damn near drank himself to death during the winter of ‘46.

It was colder than hell that winter, but his homemade corn whiskey always made him hotter than the hottest Tennessee summer.  Naturally, he didn’t see any problems with going outside in the middle of the night in his long underwear when it was well below freezing and snowing like a son-of-a-bitch.  The neighbor found him passed out in a snowdrift the next morning, nearly a mile away from his house.  He ended up with pneumonia and two frostbitten hands. 

That night had been the culmination of two years of guilt and self-loathing over how the hell he managed to be one of only two men in his unit to survive the war.  He lost nine brothers in France—nine good men who were young and had wives and children and lives to go back to.  Raine had nothing but the pile of wood in front of him, and he was constantly asking himself why he deserved to still be alive and kicking.

“You still with me, old man?”

Aldo smirked and put his hands on his hips.  Smitty Utivich stood several feet away holding a maul.  “Boy, I could work circles around you.  I was just lettin’ you catch up.”  He wouldn’t admit that he had let himself slip again—he had let his thoughts take over and consume him to the point he was brought to a complete standstill.

“Right,” Utivich remarked.

Aldo looked out across the clearing just as a shining ‘46 Chevy made its way up the lane toward the house next door.  

“Damn, that’s a nice ride,” he said.  He bent down to grab his shirt up off the ground and wiped his face again.  

He continued to watch the car as it came to a stop in front of the house.  Aldo was waiting to see who would step out of that car.  It was none of his damn business who it was, but he couldn’t stop himself from nosing. A flash of auburn hair was all he could see, but that was all it took to send a pang of something he couldn’t identify straight to his gut like a one-two punch.

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Charlotte Redman was a runner.  Specifically, she ran away from things. Anytime the going got tough, she took off.  It was much easier to just leave her problems behind than try to deal with them, or at least that’s what she always told herself.  Charlotte knew it was one of her biggest flaws.  She knew it was a problem, and she’d known it for years.  

And now she’d gone and done it again.

The difference this time was that she ran back to something.  She ran back home.  She’d driven twenty hours straight and found herself staring up at the old house she grew up in.  

Charlotte had imagined that if she ever she set foot in that little Tennessee town again, nothing would be different.  She was sure that all the same little shops lined the streets, still run by the same familiar people who had owned them for decades.  She was sure that her momma’s house still had the leaky roof, the front porch step that creaked and groaned, and the shutter that slapped the side of the house when the wind blew just right.  

Charlotte was disappointed to find that she barely recognized the place.  The entire facade of the house had been repainted.  The front porch no longer sagged.  She climbed the steps—none of which squeaked anymore—and raised her hand to rap on the freshly-painted front door.  

She was starting to regret ever going back there.  The last time she’d stood on that front porch was back in 1931 when she left and vowed that she would never return.

Charlotte lowered her hand and slowly descended the no-longer-creaking front porch steps and took off toward the clearing beside the house, climbing through weeds to get to the spot where she spent much of her time as a teenager—an old wooden barn on the property next to her mother’s house. She’d spent many nights in that little oasis in the middle of the forest.

Charlotte stared in dismay when she realized that in the very spot where the barn once stood, there was a squat bungalow with a wide front porch and a big box dormer on the front looking out toward the treeline. There wasn’t a single sign that a barn had ever existed there.

At the edge of the clearing, there was a pond and a single grand old oak tree.  Charlotte slowly approached the tree and noticed a single, simple headstone beneath it.  There were bright flowers planted all around it, and it appeared that someone was taking very good care of it.  Charlotte knelt in front of the headstone and touched it carefully with one hand.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” a man drawled loudly, sending Charlotte’s heart into overdrive.

Charlotte whirled around and squinted against the sun to see a tall, shirtless man standing behind her.  He wore his brown hair combed to the side and a set of dog tags around his neck.

Charlotte stood and folded her arms uncomfortably in front of her.  “Aldo Raine.”

“I guess the town’s been buzzin’ with news that you was comin’ home.  I didn’t really believe it when I heard it.”

Charlotte shrugged and said, “Here I am.”

“People been talkin’ ‘bout you like you’re some kinda celebrity.” His expression was soft, but his eyes were cold.  

“Hmmph,” Charlotte muttered, “I don’t know about that.”

“You lookin’ for the barn?”

“Yes.” She turned to house and said, “How long has it been gone?”

“We tore ‘er down a coupla years ago,” he said.

“I expected to come back here and find everything the same as it was when I left.”

Aldo shrugged.

Neither of them spoke for several moments.  Charlotte glanced all around her, trying to identify something, anything, that looked familiar.  The only familiar sight was that of the man standing in front of her, and even he seemed different.

“You want somethin’ to drink?” Aldo asked suddenly, breaking the awkward silence.  “I think your momma went into town.”

“A drink?  I had quite a long drive, do you have anything strong?” Charlotte asked coyly.

Aldo smirked.  “You must’ve forgot who I am.”

Charlotte laughed nervously and said, “Right.”

“C’mon,” he said.

“Is this your place?”

“Just built it,” Aldo said proudly.  He led her up the steps onto the front porch and through the front door.

“It’s beautiful,” Charlotte said, her eyes glancing over the shining wood floors.  “I didn’t know you were into carpentry,” Charlotte commented as she followed Aldo to the kitchen.

“After the war, I decided I needed to be settlin’ down,” Aldo said, throwing open a cabinet and grabbing two glass tumblers off the shelf.  He filled each of them with a clear liquid from a mason jar on the counter.

Charlotte joined Aldo at the counter and took one of the glasses from his hand.  

“So is there a Mrs. Raine I need to meet?”

Aldo watched her with an amused expression on his face.  She took a sip of her drink, and her eyes immediately went wide.  She coughed until she was red in the face and said, “Dammit, Aldo, you could’ve warned me!”

Aldo laughed and said, “Those New Englanders’ve made ya soft.  You used to be able to drink this shit all night long.”

Charlotte wiped her lips and said, “You’re still shining?”

Aldo waved his hand and said, “Nah, it lost its fun ‘while back.”

“You mean it lost its fun when it was no longer illegal?”

“You said that, I didn’t,” Aldo said with a half grin.  He set his still-full glass on the counter.

Charlotte sipped at her drink once more, wincing as the liquid left a fiery trail down her throat.

Aldo stuffed his hands in his pockets and said, “Listen, Charlie, I meant to get ahold of you when I got back in the States.  I just—. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll take another drink,” she muttered softly.

She studied Aldo as he filled her glass with more of the pungent clear liquid.  He certainly hadn’t changed much since she’d last seen him, save for a few new creases at the corners of his eyes.  “Aldo, I’m not sure how long I’m going to be here, but I’d like to have dinner with you or something before I go back.”

Aldo shrugged.  “That really necessary?”

Charlotte was taken aback.  Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.  “I just thought it might be nice to catch up.”  Charlotte dropped her glass onto the counter and said, “I should be going.”

“You walked outta here sixteen years ago, and now you wanna pretend that everything is just dandy?  Did ya really think the world would stop spinnin’ just for you, Charlie?  You moved on, and we all did, too.”

Charlotte stood in front of him, speechless.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs alerted them both. Charlotte turned just as a dark-headed man of small stature entered the kitchen.

“Ah, this must be Mrs. Raine,” Charlotte quipped, trying to break the tension in the room.  She could practically hear Aldo’s jaw clenching.

“Charlotte, this is Smitty Utivich, a buddy o’ mine from the war,” Aldo said. “He’s visitin’ from New York.”

“I’m delighted to meet you, Mr. Utivich,” Charlotte said.  She shook his hand and said, “I’ll be going now.”

Both men watched her leave, but Utivich was the first to speak after the door slammed shut behind her.

“That’s her, isn’t it?” Utivich asked, sounding almost excited.

“What in the hell’re you on about?”

“The girl you always talked about.  The one that . . .” Utivich said, stopping himself.  “The one that Donny was always egging you on about.”

There’d been several women in Aldo’s life . . . his first back in the summer of 1918 (he was only sixteen), a girl here and there (he was just having fun).  But then there was the one there in Maynardville. Charlotte Redman, the girl next door.  The One (he loved her).

Chapter Three

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Johnny’s Daughter (Cobra Kai story): Chapter 5

Hawk, Aisha, Demetri, Moon, and Piper walked into Applebee's and found an empty table. They were planning on celebrating Cobra Kai's victory by getting alcohol with their nachos, but the waitress was smart enough to not fall for Hawk's fake ID, forcing them to settle for Coca-Cola. They raised their glasses, cheering as Aisha turned on her cell phone and started a live stream.

"So, you might be wondering what a team does after they win the championship. The answer? Victory nachos! It was supposed to be a round of drinks, but the waitress was not feeling Hawk's fake ID." Aisha said.

Eyes widening, Hawk turned to Aisha. "Hey, don't talk about that. My parents follow you."

Aisha cringed. "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Moskowitz."

Aisha smiled. "Anyway, until next time, no mercy, bitches."

Aisha turned her phone off.

Demetri grabbed a nacho. "I've got to say, it's nice to be at a victory party."

Hawk took the nacho from Demetri and ate it. "Yeah, except you had nothing to do with the victory."

"Well, then I consider it a belated party for the coding competition we won at computer camp. Remember?" Demetri asked.

Demetri moved his arms like a robot. "Demetri and Eli: Binary brothers."

Moon laughed.

"Cool it with the nerd shit, all right?" Hawk asked, embarrassed.

"Where's Miguel? His wings are getting cold." Piper said.

Miguel was looking at his cell phone. He was upset.

Hawk and Aisha walked up to Miguel.

Hawk spoke. "El Serpiente, there you are."

"This is how you celebrate a first-place trophy?" Aisha asked.

"Sam blocked me on Instagram." Miguel said.

"So, what happens when you get blocked? You counterpunch." Hawk said. "Except maybe don't actually hit her this time."

Aisha gave Hawk a stern look.

"What? Too soon?" Hawk asked. "Look, all I'm saying is, don't give up."

"It's no use. I blew any shot I had with her." Miguel said.

"Just give Sam some time. She'll come around." Aisha said.

"Or she won't. You're the champ now. You can get any chick in the Valley you want." Hawk said. "You're like Drake. Enjoy it."

Hawk walked away.

"I'm not sure I want to be Drake." Miguel said.

"Don't worry. You're not." Aisha said.

Aisha walked away.

The next day, after a training session, Johnny drove himself, Sarah, and Miguel back to their apartment complex. Miguel walked into his, Carmen, and Rosa's apartment. Sarah walked into her and Johnny's apartment. Carmen got home from work and saw Johnny standing outside of her, Miguel, and Rosa's apartment.

"Miguel's lucky. In more ways than one. When we moved here, he was having a tough time. I never imagined a few months later, there would be an arena full of people cheering him on, but um...To be honest, there were some moments I wasn't sure I liked what I saw. He had this look on his face. But that's just his...Um...What do they call it? Game face, right?" Carmen asked.

"Don't worry. Miguel's a good kid. I won't let him go astray." Johnny said.

The following night, while Sarah and Hawk were at the movie theatre, Kreese came to Johnny and Sarah's apartment and asked Johnny to meet him at Smitty's Diner at 8:00 a.m.

At 8:00, Sarah drove herself to West Valley High, and Johnny drove himself to Smitty's Diner.

Johnny walked through the door and sat across from Kreese.

"Thanks for coming." Kreese said.

"Let's make this fast." Johnny told Kreese.

A waitress walked up to Kreese and Johnny.

"Know what you want?" She asked.

"I'm not hungry." Johnny said.

"How's the corned beef hash?" Kreese asked.

"It's fine." The waitress said.

"I'll have it well done. And bring me a cup of Sanka." Kreese told her. "Red-hot. Just like you, doll-face."

"Right." She walked away.

"Mm! Reminds of a girl I knew in Panama. Spent some time down there in 89, helping the Delta boys get that son of a bitch Noriega." Kreese said.

"What the hell do you want?" Johnny asked.

"Are you familiar with brumation? In the winter, some animals bury themselves in a hole and sleep there for months." Kreese said.

"It's called hibernation." Johnny said.

"No. That's for warm-blooded creatures. For cold-blooded creatures like snakes, it's brumation. The snake buries itself in a hole. The only difference is…The snake doesn't sleep. They stay awake, all winter, waiting for the right moment to emerge. And that moment is now." Kreese said.

"Oh, is it?" Johnny asked.

"Kid, I've been all over the world. After Cobra Kai shut down, I knew I had to keeping fighting to stay alive, so I re-enlisted. I ran strikes in Desert Storm, I trained SEALs in Afghanistan. All off the books. Buried, waiting. When I climbed out of my hole, the world wasn't the same. Our society has gotten weak. Kids today are coddled. They get trophies just for showing up. Something has to be done. Someone has to step in and stop the ass-kissing and start the ass-kicking. That's why we're here. The world needs Cobra Kai." Kreese said.

"That's a nice speech. The only problem is, there is no 'we'." Johnny said.

"I'm just saying I can help you." Kreese said.

"I don't need your help." Johnny said.

"You may not think you need my help, but those students..." Kreese trailed off.

Johnny punched the table.

"Stay the hell away my students. Do you understand? You ruined my life." Johnny said.

"Johnny, we've had our disagreements, but ruined your life? Come on. You had no life before you met me. Remember?" Kreese asked.

"Yeah, I remember. I remember you doing the same thing you're doing right now: trying to find my weakness. But I'm not a kid anymore. And you're not my sensei. There's only one sensei in Cobra Kai: me. And that's how it's going to stay. And you're right. The world may need Cobra Kai, but we don't need you." Johnny left the diner and went home.

Daniel and Robby prepared Mr. Miyagi's house for training, with Daniel more determined than ever to destroy Cobra Kai.

Miguel and Hawk were riding their scooters. They parked their scooters on the sidewalk and walked towards the Cobra Kai dojo.

"I get my license next week. My mom's going to give me her Sentra. I think I'll put a blue racing stripe down the middle, hood to tail." Hawk said.

"Subtle. I like it." Miguel said.

Miguel and Hawk saw two boys standing outside of the dojo.

Miguel spoke. "Looks like we've got some new students."

Hawk spoke. "Fresh fish."

Miguel and Hawk approached the boys.

One of the boys, Chris, pointed at Miguel. "It's the champ!"

"Hey, mouth-breathers, move it." Hawk demanded.

The boys moved out of the way.

"Sorry about that." Chris said.

The other boy, Mitch, reached for the door. "I'll get the door."

"So, you guys want to be Cobra Kais, huh?" Hawk asked Chris and Mitch.

Chris and Mitch nodded.

Hawk made a fist and pretended to punch Chris and Mitch. They flinched.

Hawk chuckled. "You've got a long road ahead of you."

Chris and Mitch walked into the dojo.

Miguel and Hawk walked into the dojo.

Aisha was standing next to the door.

"What the hell happened in here?" Miguel asked.

"Looks like Sensei threw a party." Aisha said.

"Must've been pretty sick if fire got involved." Hawk said.

"Look at how much glass there is. I wonder why he didn't invite us." Aisha said.

"Quiet!" Johnny yelled at Miguel, Aisha, and Hawk.

Johnny walked towards Chris and Mitch.

"The dojo's closed to new students today." Johnny told Chris and Mitch.

Chris spoke. "We just wanted to sign up after we saw the tournament."

"Do I need to say it again? Get out!" Johnny yelled.

Mitch spoke. "Yes, sir...I mean Sensei. Come on. Let's go."

Chris and Mitch walked towards the door.

"Let's go. Move it. Come back tomorrow. And bring your chequebooks." Johnny told Chris and Mitch.

Once Chris and Mitch were out of the dojo, Johnny looked at his students.

"Everyone, fall in!" Johnny yelled.

Sarah was sitting on a bench, tightening her belt.

Sarah was wearing her long-sleeved white gi with the Cobra Kai symbol on the back. Her naturally straight blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Sarah joined Johnny's other students on the mat. They stood in a line.

"Must've been a rager, Sensei." Hawk said.

"Yeah. Were you celebrating all weekend?" Miguel asked.

"Celebrating what? My students are a bunch of pussies. Diaz, Hawk, up front." Johnny ordered.

Miguel and Hawk made their way to the front.

Johnny started walking back and forth.

"Hawk, did you attack your opponent when his back was turned?" Johnny asked Hawk.

"Yes, Sensei." Hawk said.

"Diaz, did you purposely attack your opponent's injury?" Johnny asked Miguel.

"Yes, Sensei." Miguel said.

Johnny stopped walking.

"You think that makes you badass?" Johnny asked.

Miguel and Hawk looked at each other. They didn’t say anything.

"What's the matter? Too tough a question? Maybe you need some help. Sarah!" Johnny yelled.

"Yes, Sensei?" Sarah asked.

"Two cobras in the jungle. One kills the strongest lion. The other kills a crippled monkey. Which cobra do you want to be?" Johnny asked.

"The one that kills the lion." Sarah said.

"And why is that?" Johnny asked.

"Because it killed the stronger animal." Sarah said.

"Correct. Cobra Kai is about being badass. And the biggest badass is the one who beats their opponent when they're at their strongest. Not when their back is turned. Not when they're injured. Is that understood?" Johnny asked.

"Yes, Sensei." Johnny's students said.

"That means no more cheating. No more fighting dirty. From here on out, those are pussy moves, and you don't want to be pussies, do you?" Johnny asked.

"No, Sensei." Johnny's students said.

"Good. That's why I had you wear your white belts. We're starting over. Diaz, Hawk, fifty push-ups on your knuckles. Sarah, warm them up." Johnny ordered.

"Yes, Sensei. Fighting position. Jab punch. Ready?" Sarah began the warm-up.

Miguel and Hawk started doing push-ups on their knuckles.

Johnny walked into his office.

Miguel entered the office.

"Sensei, can I talk to you about something?" Miguel asked.

"What do you want?" Johnny asked.

"What was that out there? Punishing us for winning the tournament?" Miguel asked.

"I'm teaching you a lesson." Johnny said.

"Yeah, well, what about 'no mercy'? You taught us to win at all costs." Miguel said.

"Well, maybe I'm still learning a bit too." Johnny said.

"I don't understand. You had no problem with us attacking anyone else. Why take pity on Robby Keene?" Miguel asked.

"Look, I wasn't taught the difference between mercy and honour, and I paid the price for it. I'm being hard on you for the same reason I was hard on Sarah when I started teaching her karate: because you have the potential to be better than I ever was. You want that, don't you?" Johnny asked.

"Yes, Sensei." Miguel said.

"All right, then stop whining like a little bitch and get out and finish your drills." Johnny demanded.

After class, Aisha heard Sam honking her horn.

Aisha walked up to Sam.

"Hey. What are you doing here? You finally changed your mind and decided to join the Cobras? We still need another girl." Aisha said.

"Yeah, right. Um...I was actually coming to see if you wanted to hang out. I was thinking we could go on a hike or we could go to the beach club." Sam said.

"I'd love to, but the guys, Sarah, and I have to go to Hawk's house and watch some movie called Over the Top. Sensei said we have to be ready to discuss, so..." Aisha trailed off.

"Want to come with?" Aisha asked.

"Uh...I was hoping it would just be you and me." Sam said.

"You should come. It would be good for you, the guys, and Sarah to talk, air things out." Aisha said.

"I'm going to take a rain check." Sam said.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Aisha said.

Sam waved. "See you."

Aisha waved. "See you."

While his students were at Hawk's house, Johnny entered a hardware store and walked up to an employee.

"Hey, man." Johnny greeted.

"Hey." The employee greeted.

"I'm looking to replace a 4x8 piece of mirror." Johnny said.

The employee looked at Johnny's shirt and smiled. "Metallica! Nice!"

Johnny smiled. "Rock on, man."

"Rock on indeed. The 80's were the best era ever. I mean, I was only, like, five years old when it happened, but still. You remember Caddyshack?" The employee asked.

"Yeah." Johnny said.

"Remember the gopher who used to dance? Was that a real gopher, or was that something they did with..." The employee trailed off.

"Listen, man, I don't know. I was partying with babes back then. Do you have the mirror glass or not?" Johnny asked.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. Uh...I'll be right back." The employee said.

"Thank you." Johnny said.

The employee walked away.

Johnny ran into Daniel and Robby, who had come to the store for supplies.

Daniel spoke. "Johnny."

"Hey!" The employee walked up to Johnny. "Hey, Metallica man, we've got that mirror glass all set for you. Just come up front and pay for it."

The employee looked at Daniel. "Whoa. LaRusso Auto! Chopping prices! I love that commercial. I love karate too. I never got do it. My mom wouldn't let me."

The employee looked back and forth from Robby to Johnny. "Hey, you look just like him. Is this your son? What's going on? My name's Raymond."

"Hey, man. Just put the glass on the loading dock. Give me a second." Johnny told Raymond.

"Oh, for sure." Raymond walked away.

"What are you guys doing here?" Johnny asked.

"Just working on a little project. You?" Daniel asked.

"Same." Johnny said.

"Give me those. I'll go pay. Meet you by the car." Daniel told Robby.

Robby handed the supplies to Daniel.

Daniel made his way to the front of the store.

"How's your shoulder?" Johnny asked.

"It's getting better." Robby said. "No thanks to you."

"Look, I know you're pissed at me. You have a right to be, but I'm trying to change." Johnny said.

"Sure," Robby said sarcastically.

"I don't want there to be bad blood between us." Johnny said.

"Yeah, well, you kind of ruined that when you told Diaz to fight dirty against me." Robby said.

"I didn't tell Miguel to fight dirty against you." Johnny said.

"Look, I know I'm supposed to forgive you or whatever, but right now, it's a little tough." Robby said.

"So, instead, you're going to torture me by training with that prick?" Johnny asked.

"Hey, you don't know Mr. LaRusso. He's a better man than you'll ever be." Robby walked away.

Hoping to curb Robby's anger, Daniel rethought his strategy and declared a new goal. Rather than destroy Cobra Kai, he intended to use Miyagi-Do to show prospective students a better way of karate. To that end, Sam decided to join Miyagi-Do.

While Sarah and Hawk were at the movie theatre, Kreese visited Johnny at the Cobra Kai dojo.

"I just want to say one thing, and then I'll leave." Kreese said.

"What is it?" Johnny asked.

"I'm sorry. I realized that I was too hard on you." Kreese said. "You were young, and I went overboard. You were my best student. You had so much potential. I just couldn't stand seeing you lose. I know I could be a tough son of a bitch, but if you'd seen some of the things that I've seen...Well, that doesn't change what I did. For years, I've regretted that night. When I heard that you brought back Cobra Kai, I thought this could be a chance for me to redeem myself. Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more in this world than to have another chance. I understand if you don't want to see me again, but just remember, I am the guy who always rooted for you. Uh...I almost forgot."

Kreese presented Johnny with his repaired second-place trophy.

"I fixed it for you. It may say second place, but in my opinion, you were always the better fighter. See you, kid." Kreese winked at Johnny and walked towards the door.

"Hold up," Johnny called out to Kreese.

Having succeeded in his manipulation, Kreese smirked and turned around.

Johnny's 2009 Dodge Challenger got a makeover: black paint, Cobra Kai decals, and a gear shift shaped like a cobra's head.

Robby was awakened when he heard someone unlocking Shannon's front door. Fearing that Trey and Cruz had come to take their promised revenge, Robby ended up attacking his mother's latest boyfriend.

"Oh, my God! Rick, are you okay? Robby, what is wrong with you?" Shannon asked.

"What's wrong with me? You haven't been here in days. I thought someone broke in." Robby said.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I just came to grab a few things, 'cause Rick is flying me to Cabo." Shannon said.

"You're going to Mexico?" Robby asked.

Shannon nodded. "Uh-huh."

"With this guy? For how long? We have rent to pay, and I don't have..." Robby trailed off.

"Don't worry about that. Rick is paying this month." Shannon said.

"I've got you, pal." Rick said.

"When are you coming back?" Robby asked.

"A few days." Shannon said.

"Week and a half, tops." Rick said.

"You have the whole place to yourself. Don't party too hard. I'll call you tomorrow, okay, sweetie? I love you." Shannon kissed Robby's forehead and walked away.

"Hey, you hurt her, next time, you won't get up." Robby told Rick.

"Oh! Big shoes to fill." Rick walked away.

Due to Robby being unable to pay the bills, Shannon's landlord turned the power off.

After Sam got an unexpected call from Miguel, who had used Aisha's cell phone to trick her into talking to him, she started training at the Miyagi-Do dojo with Robby. Daniel devised a new exercise called the wheel technique to help Robby and Sam with balance and coordination, instructing them to perform a synchronized kata on a floating wooden platform in the garden without falling into the water. He was called away to handle an emergency at the dealership. Later, he discovered Robby's poor living conditions and decided to take him in. Amanda suggested that he talk to Johnny first.

Some new students showed up at the Cobra Kai dojo, much to the chagrin of Kreese, who had rejoined the dojo as an "observer". The senior students, with the exception of Sarah, began goofing off in class. Furious, Johnny arranged a punishment exercise, ordering his students to climb into a cement truck and turn the mixer. When the students, with the exception of Sarah, hesitated to comply, Kreese gave them a motivational speech.

"This man led you to the mountain top, and you question him? Look at you. Look at all of you. I can't believe this pathetic pack of pussies competed in the All-Valley, let alone won. It's an absolute miracle. And who's responsible for that miracle? Johnny Lawrence, the best student in the history of Cobra Kai. My student. I've never trained a tougher student in my whole life, so if you know what's good for you, you'd better listen to every God damn word he says."

As the Cobra Kai students began to turn the mixer, Robby and Sam practiced the wheel technique. Eventually, the mixer rotated, and the Miyagi-Do students got through the kata without falling.

At West Valley High, Sarah and Hawk agreed to a dinner date at Applebee's.

Miguel had dinner with his family. Carmen thought it would be nice if he brought the leftovers to Johnny and Sarah's apartment. He knocked on the door. No one opened the door. He used Johnny's spare key to unlock the door. He walked through the door.

"Sensei, you home? I used your spare key to drop off some food. It was my mom's idea."

Miguel walked up to the refrigerator and put the food in there. He saw a picture of Robby.

"Robby Keene?"

Miguel walked out of the apartment.

Johnny and Kreese stopped by the mini-mart for beer and ran into Daniel, who had come to ask about Robby.

"Dead, my ass," Daniel muttered.

"Well, what do you know? The gang's all back together. Well, almost all of us. My condolences." Kreese said.

"You're lucky he's not here. How are your knuckles doing there, Kreese? What's this, Johnny? Part of your new Cobra Kai?" Daniel asked.

"You don't know what you're talking about, man." Johnny said.

"Yeah, right." Daniel scoffed. "I've seen plenty."

"Well, maybe you want to see a little bit more, because this man is going to make Cobra Kai bigger and better than ever." Kreese said.

"What are you even doing here?" Johnny asked Daniel.

"I came to ask you a question, and I got my answer. You're both in for a rude awakening." Daniel left.

While Sarah was having lunch with Hawk at Applebee's, Johnny purchased his first computer. The pawn shop owner was rude and obnoxious, but he was right when he said that telling Johnny how to use a computer had nothing to do with his job and Johnny needed to figure it out for himself. After figuring out how to turn on his laptop and access the Internet, Johnny searched for "hot babes," "wet t-shirt contests," "Iron "Eagle", and "Bloodsport."

After her date with Hawk, Sarah returned home and saw that Johnny had found himself on a website claiming that dinosaurs built the pyramids.

"Don't waste your time with this crap." Sarah told Johnny.

Sarah was wearing an unzipped black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and ankle-length black leather boots. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Sarah closed the website.

Johnny and Sarah came across Daniel's new ad offering free lessons to students. The ad featured a subtle jab at Cobra Kai, which angered Johnny.

Amanda was annoyed by the ad because Daniel spent half of the dealership's marketing budget on it.

Daniel's ad got backlash for being "culturally insensitive", despite the fact that he respected and honoured Mr. Miyagi's traditions, techniques, and teachings. The comments suggested "Daniel LaRacist" was co-opting Asian culture for his own gain, including, most insultingly, clichéd background music. Since the comments came from indignant strangers, he sensibly ignored them and proceeded with running his dojo.

Moon, Piper, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, and Miguel had decided to go to the beach.

Sarah got of her car and walked towards Moon, Piper, Hawk, Demetri, and Miguel.

Moon, Piper, and Miguel were sitting on a blanket. Hawk and Demetri were standing beside them.

"Hey, babe." Hawk wrapped his arms around Sarah's waist and kissed her.

A few seconds later, Sarah pulled away from Hawk. "Hey."

Sarah was wearing red flip-flops, a red bikini top, and dark blue denim shorts that reached her mid-thigh. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Hawk and Demetri started playing volleyball.

Sarah took off her shoes and sat on the blanket.

Demetri hit the ball. The ball hit the net.

"Um...Mulligan. Send it back." Demetri told Hawk.

"There are no mulligans in volleyball." Hawk said.

"Says you." Demetri scoffed.

"Water break." Demetri walked towards the towels.

Demetri grabbed a towel with the Cobra Kai symbol on the front and cleaned himself up.

Two girls walked up to Moon, Piper, Demetri, Hawk, and Sarah.

"Cobra Kai? You guys won that tournament, right?" One of the girls asked.

"The All-Valley? The Rumble in Reseda? Yes. Uh...We certainly did." Demetri said, leaning against the net.

"Cool. We're going to go for a swim. Can we play with you later?" She asked.

"Most def. Uh...That means 'most definitely'." Demetri said.

The girls giggled and walked away.

Moon smiled as she approached Demetri. "Look at you, player."

"It'd be nice if you actually earned the Cobra Kai cred you're so happy to take. When are you ever going to sign up?" Hawk asked Demetri.

"I don't know. I'm kind of enjoying the gain without the pain." Demetri said.

Miguel was upset.

"No more sulking about Sam." Hawk told Miguel. "It's a beautiful day, and this place is packed with babes."

"I'm not sulking about Sam. It's about Sensei." Miguel said.

"Is this about his rap sheet? My parents read it online. I think it makes him more badass." Hawk said.

"It's about him and Robby Keene. Come with me." Miguel grabbed Hawk's arm and dragged him away.

Miguel and Hawk were standing next to Sarah's car.

"I did a deep dive online. Robby Keene is Sensei's son and Sarah's half brother. I don't understand why they wouldn't tell us." Miguel said.

"Neither do I, but it explains why Sensei was giving you shit for kicking Keene's ass at the tournament. Show no mercy, unless it's his son, then we've got to be pussies." Hawk snapped.

The next day, Sarah, Miguel, and Hawk arrived at the Cobra Kai dojo.

"Guys!" Aisha yelled, walking up to Sarah, Hawk, and Miguel. "Have you seen the commercial?"

Hawk and Miguel shook their heads.

"Sam's dad started his own dojo, and he's dissing Cobra Kai." Sarah said, taking her iPhone out of her bag and showing the commercial to Miguel and Hawk.

Sarah was wearing her long-sleeved white gi with the Cobra Kai symbol on the back. Her naturally straight blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

"Wait. Why are we paying for karate if this other guy is giving it away for free?" A boy asked.

Johnny and Kreese were in the office.

Johnny turned on his laptop and showed Kreese the ad for Miyagi-Do.

"Free karate. How am I supposed to compete with that? Snake in the grass. He's talking about us." Johnny said.

"Hmph. Miyagi-Do. I should've taken care of that old bastard when I had the chance." Kreese said. "This is an act of war. It demands an immediate response."

"I know what it needs. And I know exactly what I'm going to do." Johnny said.

Johnny and Kreese walked out of the office.

"Fall in!" Johnny yelled.

Johnny's students stood in a line.

"Stand over there." Johnny told one of his students, handing him a bonsai tree and pointing to the corner of the dojo.

The boy stood in the corner.

"Grab your cell phone. Start filming." Johnny told Aisha.

Aisha walked over to her bag and grabbed her cell phone. She started videotaping Johnny.

Johnny walked back and forth. "There's a lot of talk going around the Valley about free karate, but everyone knows that in life, you get what you pay for. You want to really kick the competition?"

Johnny walked over to the boy holding the bonsai tree and kicked the pot, causing it to break. "Then you need to get your ass over to Cobra Kai. Screw that lame meditation bullshit. What you need is bone-crunching, face-smashing, good ol' American karate."

Johnny walked over to a dummy and punched it. "Enough about self-defense. Learn self-offense. Don't be a pussy. Join Cobra Kai, and let me teach you the Way of the Fist."

"Cut!" Aisha yelled.

Aisha turned her phone off.

"Did we get it?" Johnny asked.

"I think so." Aisha said.

"Great. Make sure the Cobra Kai snake comes in at the end, all right? I want it to really pop. Make it chrome, and throw Thunderstruck under it." Johnny told Aisha.

"I'm pretty sure the rights for that song will cost too much." Aisha said.

"I already own it. Cassette's in the car. Oh, and put one of those hash browns at the end. You know, like 'hash brown Team Cobra Kai' or something." Johnny walked towards the storage room. "And send it to the Internet!"

Daniel was losing prospective clients due to his training methods looking like free labour. To help get exposure, he decided to do a demonstration at Valley Fest. Amanda was worried that Daniel was siphoning business away from the dealership. She asked him if he was having a mid-life crisis, like the time an acquaintance of theirs shacked up with a Pilates instructor half his age.

At the end of a training session, Miguel walked into Johnny's office.

"Sensei, can I talk to you about something?" Miguel asked.

"What is it?" Johnny asked.

"A few days ago, I used your spare key to drop off some food. I saw Robby's picture on your refrigerator. I wasn't snooping, but I know he's your son and Sarah's half brother. That's why you got mad at us after the tournament, right?" Miguel asked.

"Is that what you think? Yeah, Robby's my son, but that has nothing to do with how I run my dojo. It's also none of your damn business. Do you understand?" Johnny asked.

"Yes, Sensei." Miguel said.

A few days later, Johnny closed the dojo and locked it. The students had gone home.

"I've got to tell you, it doesn't look good." Kreese said. "LaRusso training your son like his own."

Johnny walked towards his car. "Thanks for your concern."

"Not sure how you put up with that. You should be training that boy." Kreese said.

"It's never going to happen, all right?" Johnny asked.

"Never say never, okay? I never thought I'd see Cobra Kai again in my life. It took my best student to remind me that anything is possible. I guess it's good you've still got your daughter and that Mexican." Kreese said.

"Miguel's from Ecuador." Johnny said.

"Six of one." Kreese said. "Better hope that LaRusso doesn't sink his mitts into him."

The idiom "six of one, half a dozen of the other" meant that two alternatives were equivalent or indifferent; it didn't matter which one a person chose. Obvious racism aside, the point hit home.

The next day, while Sarah and Hawk were having dinner at Applebee's, Johnny visited Miguel at his apartment.

"Hey, Sensei. What's going on?" Miguel asked.

"Let's go for a ride." Johnny told Miguel.

Johnny and Miguel were at Smitty's Diner, eating hamburgers.

"Good, huh?" Johnny asked.

"Yeah." Miguel said.

"Secret's the chopped onions. Sal keeps it simple. None of that veggie crap. Just a hot grill and some quality chuck." Johnny said.

"You see that building over there?" Johnny asked, gesturing to the hospital across the street.

"The hospital?" Miguel asked.

"That's where Robby was born. February 4th, 2002. It was a Monday. His mom was in labour for 17 hours." Johnny said.

"It must've been crazy." Miguel said.

"I'm sure it was. I wasn't there. My mom had just died. I was a mess. I never knew my father, so she was all I had. The next thing I know, I'm going to be a dad. It scared the shit out of me, so instead of being up there welcoming him to the world, I was down here, soaking up the booze from a three-day bender and trying to get the courage to walk across the street. I never got there. I failed my son on his very first day in this world, and I've been failing him every day since." Johnny's voice cracked, and his eyes filled up with tears.

"Sensei, this is personal stuff. You don't have to tell me." Miguel said.

"I should have told you a long time ago. It's one of the most painful things in my life. But one of the best things has been teaching Sarah and the rest of you kids, and I want you to know that no matter what happens, I promise I'll always be on your side, and I'll always have your best interests at heart." Johnny said.

Miguel's cell phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket and read the text Aisha had sent him.

"What is it?" Johnny asked.

"It's from Aisha. She heard that Miyagi-Do is doing a demo at Valley Fest." Miguel said.

"Oh, are they?" Johnny asked.

[vandalsandvagrants]

Maris came from a wealthy family and she could be considered a "Princess" (others might use the term cockteaser or bitch). The family was in the public arena, James (Dad) was a Congressman and Sally (Mom) was a noted Attorney. She had a twin sister Heather. Both were eighteen, long red hair, beautiful, with an outstanding figure. But that is where the similarities ended. Heather was going to Yale next year, her fianc� had just graduated from the same school. His family was one of the social elite. Maris had been trouble since she was fourteen. She had been in and out of private schools (mostly thrown out), been arrested for drinking, drugs and vandalism. Her parents had tried psychiatrists, treatment programs and they even resorted to jail (she got seven days for vandalism), but all were a failure. The final straw was her latest incident. She had got into a car wreck while under the influence of drugs. Unfortunately, the person in the other car suffered major injuries. It had cost millions of dollars in damages to make this one go away, but the publicity could not be bought off. Her parents were now desperate. Dad was up for reelection next year.   They were told that conventional treatment would do nothing for Maris so James sought alternative treatment methods, outside of the United States. They finally found the DeShade Psychiatric Clinic in Bermuda. James and Sally went to see it and met Doctor Marquis. It was a very modern and well-equipped hospital on the island. It had a small number of patients (ten) and a large staff (20). It was very expensive, but could provide round the clock supervision and individualized care.   Doctor Marquis had very unorthodox methods. He believed that Maris was too independent and free-spirited and did not adhere to conventional standards of morality. She needed to be taught the consequences of her actions. Doing this would require harsh treatments and punishments. While he did not describe them in detail, he did explain that they involved electric shock treatment, restraints and humiliation. He explained that Maris would have to be entrusted to his care as legal guardian for a period of one year. She was not to have any visitors, but she would write home once a month. But at the end of the one-year period, she could return to her home and become a productive member of society. In desperation, James and Sally signed Maris over to Doctor Marquis and they made arrangements for Maris to be drugged and a private plane to fly her to Bermuda to begin treatments the next day.  

They had put a drug it into her drink at dinnertime and by the time dinner was over Maris had passed out. Two men came and took her away to the airport where a private jet flew her to Bermuda and with the right amount of money, was smuggled through immigration.   Maris was placed into her cell. It was a large with no windows and a large mirror on one wall (it was really a two-way window). It contained a large four-poster bed and table. Both the table and the bed had straps placed at all four-corners. She was stripped of her clothes and was dressed with a strapless bra (that unhooked in the front) and thong panties. This would allow ease of removal when bound.   She was given medication that would leave her docile once the other drug wore off. This would be standard procedure while she was there. At about ten O'clock PM she began to awake. The lights were on in. She was very groggy and as she tried to turn over, she realized that her arms were tied to the headboard. She looked at her wrists. They had leather bands with fur on the inside to prevent chafing. She could feel the same bands on her ankles. The two straps had metal hooks holding them together behind one of the slats in the headboard. There was a blanket covering her, but she quickly realized that most of her clothes were gone. Dr. Marquis was watching her from behind the mirror. Maris heard the lock on the door turn and open and she glanced at the door. Dr. Marquis and Smitty entered. Both wore white coats like Doctors.   "Where am I, what am I doing here" cried Maris.   "I am Dr. Marquis and this is Smitty." You are now a patient at DeShade Psychiatric Clinic," said the Doctor. "Your parents have decided that you require special treatment and have entrusted your care to me. I am now your legal guardian for the next year and you will remain a patient. We are on an island outside of the United States. You will be treated while you are here."   "Oh, no, my parents wouldn't do that," Maris cried out.   "They most certainly did after your most recent car accident. You almost killed someone and they had to take drastic measures to make sure that it did not happen again. You will begin treatment tomorrow. My treatments might be considered harsh or brutal but they will provide results," stated the Doctor.   "What are you going to do to me?" she cried out, tears forming in her eyes.   "My treatments include electric shock treatments, forced enemas, tight bondage and humiliation. You will be subject to spankings and whippings for any infractions of the hospital rules and insubordination to any of the guards, which Smitty will be your personal guard. You must obey all of the guard's orders and submit to their demands without question."   "Please, don't hurt me, I feel so weak, I can just barely move," she moaned. She tried to pull her arms down, but the leather straps held tight.   "I will be watching you behind the mirror over there and when I am not there, the cameras will always be on. You will no longer have any privacy. I will leave you with Smitty for initiation. As I said before, you must obey the demands of the guards, no matter what they demand. Your body is no longer yours, but mine and the guards have my permission to do anything," and Dr. Marquis left the room and the door slammed shut.   Maris trembled in fear as the door closed and locked. Smitty was over six feet tall and muscular. In her weakened condition, she would be no match for him. With her hands bound, she was helpless.   Smitty walked over to the bed and began to pull the blanket off of Maris. "Let's see what we have here," as the blanket slowly moved down Maris's body until he threw it to the floor. Maris began to get goose bumps from the cool air as she realized that she was only wearing a strapless bra and thong panties. She turned red in embarrassment as she noticed Smitty lewd glare at her body. While Maris was 18 years old, she was still a virgin. She had been the ultimate "princess". There was no one good enough to have her body.   "Leave me alone," she yelled as the tears started dripping from here eyes "and put the blanket back on me, it is too cold." Maris turned over onto her back, her arms high over her head to prevent Smitty from seeing her naked ass. Smitty went behind the headboard and began to pull Maris's arms lower onto the bedframe, making Maris arch her back to prevent her arms from breaking. "Please, that hurts, don't pull them down." She felt Smitty unclip the straps but clip them to the lower rail of the bed, forcing Maris into the arched position. She had to raise her ass off of the bed to maintain the position. Her breasts were now pushed out, as was her pussy.   "You will learn that part of your treatment will be tight bondage. This will involve placing your body in unnatural positions. Often this will be humiliating as your breasts, ass and pussy will be prominently displayed. You will be forced into these positions for hours at a time. You will only be released for treatments or to be placed in a new position." Smitty went to the side of the bed and ran his hands under Maris's arched back. "I love how your body yields to the bondage." His hands continued down her back and Maris trembled, as she knew he would soon run his hands over her naked ass.   "It hurts to stay like this, please let me down," she begged. His hands had now moved over her back and were now running over her naked ass. "Please, don't touch me there or I will tell the Doctor."   "The Doctor is behind that mirror watching you present your body." Smitty began to caress her ass cheeks, squeezing them, forcing groans and gasps from Maris's mouth. He separated the cheeks of her ass and Maris could feel the cool air on her anus. "You are a very beautiful women and I am going to enjoy your body while you are here. I work here because I get to enjoy the charms of women like you. During the day you will be submitting to treatments of Dr. Marquis, but at night, you are mine. He ran his hand down one of her legs and reached the cuff attached to her ankle. He began to pull her leg open to the side of the bed. Maris could not move the other leg because she needed it too support her arched back.   "What are you doing, you are spreading it too wide." She felt Smitty fumble with something and than release her leg. When she tried to move it back, she found that he had tied it to the edge of the bed. He moved to the other side of the bed and grabbed the other ankle, again spreading it to the side and securing it. "Oh, that's too wide, you are splitting me open, let me down." She was now forced to arch her back and her ass off of the bed, with her legs spread wide. She was facing the mirror and she could see how obscene the position she was being placed in. Her legs were spread wide and only her brief panties prevented Dr. Marquis from seeing her pussy from behind the mirror.   "You look very sexy, Maris. I bet no one has ever taken the liberties with your body as I am doing" and his hands returned to her body, this time they began to run over her stomach.   "Please, I can't hold this position much longer, please release my hands," she begged.   "You will be surprised at how much pain you can withstand. If you don't, you will fall to the bed and break your arms. I don't care one way or the other. With two broken arms, it will not be necessary for me to tie your hands until they heal." His hands continued up over her stomach until it reached her bra. "You must have noticed that you are dressed in a strapless bra. You will soon find out, it unsnaps in the front. This will allow easy removal, even when you are in bondage. Your panties are thongs, allowing you to be spanked on your naked ass without removal and when necessary, they tear easily." His hands moved over her bra and grasped her breasts in his large hands.   "No, don't touch me get your hands off of me, I don't deserve this treatment."   "But you do Maris. You have always put yourself first, now you must learn to submit to the demands of others. You have very nice breasts and I intend to take full advantage of them. They will soon be naked for Dr. Marquis and myself to see. In the days to come, Dr. Marquis will pay special attention to your breasts. I have seen him put young ladies breasts like yours in very tight bondage. He loves to torture large nipples. Do you know what it feels like to have clamps put on your nipples? Can you imagine the pain as they are pulled and twisted from your body?" He continued to manipulate her bra-encased breasts, squeezing them. His fingers sought out her nipples. "Do you have large nipples, Maris?"   "Oh, don't hurt my breasts, that hurts, oooowwww."   "Answer me, Maris, do you have large nipples?" and he squeezed her nipples tightly.   "OOOOOOWWWW, yes I do, now leave them alone," she cried.   "That's very good, Maris, you must submit. I think I would like to see for myself. Ask me to make your breasts naked, Maris?" Maris was humiliated at the way she was being forced to perform. No one had ever touched her like this, and now she was being forced to ask a stranger to bare her breasts. "Make my breasts naked," she meekly replied.   "Yes, I think we shall remove your bra," and his hand went to the catch. With a flick of his finger the bra opened and instantly fell to the bed. Maris now lay on the bed, her back and ass arched upward invitingly, her breasts pointing to the ceiling with her legs spread wide. Maris's breasts were large and firm. As she said, her nipples were large. The cool air and Smitty's fingers had made them erect.   "AAAAAHHHH, OOOOHHHHH, don't," Maris moaned as hands returned to her breasts, this time naked and began to manipulate them. He continued to fondle her large tits, paying special attention to her nipples. His fingers circled the areola and teased the nipple. He plucked her nipples from her chest, pulling and stretching them. "OOOOOWWWW, that hurts," as she arched her back higher to release some of the tension on them, but Smitty just continued to pull them higher. "Please, it hurts, and I am stretched to high", she begged. "Ask me to strip your panties off and I will release your nipples," as he gave her nipples a particularly cruel twist.   "OOOOUUUUUUCCCCCCHHHHHH, no, don't pull them harder, take my panties off, but please leave my nipples alone," she replied, humiliated that she was asking to be stripped naked.   Smitty released her nipples but continued to lightly caress them, forcing them to stay erect. "You have very sensitive nipples, Maris, imagine what it would feel like if I applied sandpaper to them. Think of the exquisite pain you would feel. They would become very tender to the touch. Maybe tomorrow I will get some sandpaper and we will try it, would that be OK, Maris?"   "Oh, no, that would hurt so much, I don't think I could stand it."   "But you would be bound tightly and would have no choice. I can do what I desire with your tight little body and you have no choice but to submit to my demands. Let us now see your pussy," and his hands moved toward her waist. Maris cringed in humiliation as he began slide his hands in her panties. She could feel his hands reach her bush and begin to spread over her pussy. She tried to move away from the hands but as she moved lower, her arms began to ache. "That's right Maris, raise up higher, push your pussy into my hands or you will break your arms." Maris obeyed, pushing up higher. His fingers began to spread her pussy lips apart. Again, Maris tried to escape the cruel fingers but the result was she again had to raise her pussy higher to escape the pain in her arms. "You are learning, Maris. I will have my way with you, so submit to my advances."   "I think Dr. Marquis and myself would like to see your naked pussy now." He pushed her panties lower until they reached the spread in her knees. He ripped them open and they fell to the bed. Maris was now spread open for both of them to see. Smitty moved to the foot of the bed so he could see directly between her spread legs. "You have a very beautiful pussy, Maris. Your pussy lips are spread out and I can see your pretty pink pussy." He climbed on the bed between her legs and put his hands under her naked ass. "Raise your ass higher, Maris, so we may see your anus."   The humiliation was taking a toll on Maris. She was now being forced to raise her ass and let them see her naked anus. She felt his fingers pull the cheeks of her ass apart.   "Higher, Maris, obey. I will spread your cheeks apart so your anus is open. Raise higher now."   Maris groaned in pain and humiliation as she pushed her ass higher off the bed, straining her muscles to support her body. Her anus was now held high and open to their gaze.   "Very good, Maris, you pussy and anus is now spread wide. How does it feel to show yourself like this? Keep your ass high, Maris," his hands pushing her up and open. She could feel his stare at her naked loins. He kept her high and open for long minutes, tears coming from her eyes in shame and humiliation. He moved from the bed and stood up. Maris stayed in position, raised up and spread wide. Her innocent body, naked and here muscles aching from the spread position.   "It's time for dinner, so I am going to leave you like this for an hour. When I come back, I will tuck you in for the night. You must stay in that position for the next hour." Maris cringed in pain. She did not know if she could stand another hour of this torture.   When Smitty came back, Maris's tight body was covered in sweat. She looked very sexy, raised and spread. Smitty untied her legs and went behind the bed and unfasten her hands from the bottom rail but reattached them to the higher rail. Maris groaned and turned over onto her side. Smitty picked up her bra and a new pair of panties and put them on Maris. He made sure that he forced Maris the most amount of humiliation as he spread her legs first before pulling the panties up to her waist. He ran his fingers down the crack in her ass, pushing the thong deep into the crevice. He placed the blanket and covered her naked body with it.   "Doctor Marquis said he was very pleased with your responsive behavior. You may get some sleep now because tomorrow you need to be wide open and alert. He has a full day of forced enemas waiting for you. I think I might have to join the Doctor and watch as the enemas are forced into your ass. By tomorrow night, your ass will be relaxed. I will be back to put you back into a new bondage position. While tied tightly, I will take liberties with your ass. Sleep well my little pet."

I was brought fully awake with a slap on my ass.  It was Smitty.   He said,  "get up slave" as he untied me.  When I failed to move fast enough he grabbed my panties and pulled them up until they were cutting me in half just like a piece of thin dental floss.  I could feel it cutting deeply into me as I scrambled up and off the bed.   He then led my out the door by keeping a hand on the top of the panties that was digging into my ass and pussy.  I looked over my shoulder and I could see the evil grin on his face.   "Smack" his hand went as it hit me square on the tit.  "Face front and don't look back you bitch," I started to cry and whimper quietly.  "Shut up" he yelled "you have nothing to cry about now, ah, but later," he laughed, "you will."  His was an evil laugh, the laugh that bodes bad for a girl I learned.   We entered into a room that looked like a cross between a medical lab and a barn.  In the center was a horse, not a real one but a kind of, what do they call it, a mechanical bull, I think its what it is called.  I saw it once in a movie with John Travolta.  It was sitting in a circle with holes on the floor like drains and faucets and a table with drawers.  Along the wall were pristine stainless steel counters and various medical instruments.   As I looked around I saw a tall bald headed man seating behind the desk.  His looks scared me.  He had to have been at least 6 1/2 feet tall and with a hard muscular body.  His coat barely fit him he was so wide.   With a motion of his head he directed Smitty to the horse.  I started to scream "no no no" and fight him.  Without any ceremony Smitty tossed me over the back of it, forcing me down on it and tied my hands to the front hooks and my legs spread wide over the back of it.  It felt as if I was falling off because my ass and pussy were hanging right on the edge.   I saw the Doctor approach the area.  He came to the table and opened various drawers.  I could not see what he was taking out.  But Smitty could and he kept nodding and laughing every time the Doctor took something out. The Doctor approached me and began.  "My dear," he said, "is the beginning of your treatment.  It is a treatment you will never forget.  We call it the widening of your ass hole and the cleansing of your colon.  We are going to start with something small."  He then showed me what he had in his hand.  It was a large dildo with a hole in it.   I took one look at it and screamed, "NOOOO, You will kill me with it."   "No we will not kill you but I know you will wish you will die but we will not let that happen, Trust me, you will live through it."   With that he went behind me and I felt his finger rubbing my ass hole.  "By the way," he said, "you may scream as loud as you want, because this is a sound proof room.   Oh and another thing, lookup.  This is also a teaching hospital and I have a class of students watching today's episode.  So we shall make it good."   I looked up and I could see a sea of very interested male faces in the windows looking down on me.   With that he took the dildo and placed it in the tip of the opening of my ass, corkscrewing it back and forth until he moved more and more of it into me.  The pain was so bad that I could not even get a scream out.  Finally as he pushed it home and I could feel it force itself into me, I let out a long and loud scream that seemed to go on forever.   As I caught my breath I saw Smitty hand the doctor a clean tube which I felt him roughly insert into the back of the dildo.  With each push he pushed it in further.  I felt some lubrication around the dildo and the doctor wiped it up with his finger and brought it around to my face.  "See Maris you are bleeding for me" and then he made me lick his finger and clean it.  I could taste the pungent coppery taste from the blood and began to gag.   "If you throw up you bitch," the doctor said, "we will make you eat it. " I got myself under control but I could not keep the tears from coming.  I could feel them rolling down my cheeks and then down the side of the bull.   I then felt him pull the tubing and hook it up to the faucet.  "Shall it be hot water or cold water.  Um, what do you think Smitty it's your choice?"   Smitty then went over and turned on the hot water.  "Wait," said the doctor and Smitty turned it off again.  "I forgot the bleaching action."  And he went behind me and with a syringe he inserted an ammonia compound into me.  I could feel it burning and burning my insides.  The screams just came and came and came.  Then Smitty turned on the water and I could feel the hot water gushing down the tube and into me.   It filled me up until my insides hurt and then he turned it off and clamped the tubing shut.  Smitty then took a thick dildo out of the drawer.  It had spikes on the outside, which moved back and forth.  He attached it to the bull and inserted it into my sensitive pussy.  It tore its way in, abrading my tender pussy and then he and the Doctor stood back and flipped a switch.  The bull started to move back and forth and up and down.   The movement sloshed all the water inside me while at the same time causing the dildo in my pussy to tear at the walls of my pussy as it moved back and forth.   Finally when I could not hold it anymore they stopped the motion and with a yank on the tubing, he pulled out the dildo in my ass.  I tried to control my muscles but I started to shit all over the place.  I was not able to hold my bowels and the laughter I could hear all around was so humiliating.   When I finished shitting the Doctor called in a female assistant to clean me off, washing down my ass with a hose of cold water.  It was heaven when she took the cold hose and pressed it into my ass hole.  The cold water was soothing after the burning of the ammonia and the hot water.   Thank god this was over.  I could feel them untying me and pulling me up.  But freedom for me was not to be.  They then pushed my on my back on the table and I heard the woman say, "OK, I think she needs one more time."  Now I was on my back, with her spreading my legs and arms and they tied them to the table. She roughly pulled the dildo from my pussy and shoved it into my ass.  It began to tear it even more and force my anal track spread open.   Once again they connected a tube to it and turned on the water, but this time it was lukewarm.   In this position I could see my stomach.  As the water flowed my stomach started to distend.  It was painful now but she did not stop.  It kept on growing and growing until I looked like I was nine months pregnant.   The cramps were so bad all I wanted to do was roll on my side, but spread open as I was, it was not meant to be. I looked around and saw that Smitty and the male doctor were nowhere around. I was left in the hands of the female doctor.   She looked at the clipboard and said, "Ah, I see that Dr. Marquis wants to see you shaved.  Now darling" she purred "don't move. " As she started to place shaving cream on my pussy and moved the razor up and down my slit.  When she was finished she wiped me off and placed her hands on my stomach and started to push it around.  I could feel the water sloshing inside me.   I was cramping and cramping.  She leaned down and pulled back the lips of my pussy and licked my clit.  I cried out "no, no please don't I'm not a lesbian.  Please stop."  But she just continued on, sucking on it.  She then placed one hand on my stomach and the other on my clit.  She pulled my clit and pushed my stomach back and forth.   Soon I felt I was getting somewhere.  I felt some pleasure.  She stopped and untied me and stood me up and made me spread my legs and she pulled the dildo out of me and stood there and watched me as I emptied my ass all over the place.  When I was finished she reached down and rubbed my pussy again and again until I was moaning and she stopped and said "good girl", and rang the bell and left me standing there.  

Smitty picked up Maris after her enema treatment with Dr. Marquis. He had dressed Maris again in the bra and panties. She was given 3-inch heels to wear.  He attached her wrists together behind her back and they moved back to her cell, with Smitty following behind her.   Maris was physically and emotionally exhausted from the torture she had received at the hands of Dr. Marquis. She just wanted to get back to her cell and try to forget what happened.   Smitty had different ideas for Maris. She was extremely sexy, her naked ass swinging back and forth as they walked, her high heels stretching her legs. His cock needed relief and Maris was going to provide the relief.   Smitty moved closer to Maris and his hand rested on her naked ass as they walked. Maris cringed when she felt it. "No more, didn't you punish me enough today" she cried.   "The night is still to come Maris. Do you know what I am going to do to you tonight?"   "Leave me alone" she cried. His hand continued to fondle her naked ass. She felt his fingers grasping her cheeks harder, pulling them apart. She tried to stop walking but Smitty pushed her along.   "Continue walking," he ordered. His fingers continued to search between her cheeks, looking for her anus. His fingers brushed along her anus, making Maris attempt to stop. "I will not tell you again, continue walking or it will be another painful enema for you."   "You will be bound tightly on the bed again when we get back. I have been thinking about how I will tie and spread you all day. If you thought you were uncomfortable last night, tonight will be even worse. I want you that way for two hours. I will enjoy watching you naked and spread open".   "EEEEEHHH, don't put your finger in my ass" cried Maris. Smitty had penetrated her anus with one of his fingers as they were walking. It was relaxed from the numerous enemas she received today, but was extremely sensitive from the torture it received. "Don't tie me up again, that hurt so bad last night and I was so humiliated".   Maris moved faster as his finger pushed deeper into her anus. "Slow down, I am going to push into your ass deeper. Continue walking, your tight asshole squeezes my finger so tight."   Maris was so humiliated. It was difficult to walk with his finger in her ass. His finger began to move in and out as she walked, forcing a groan from her lips. "AAAAAHHHH, OOOOWWWW, take it out," she yelled. Smitty had forced a second finger into her ass.   "Even with the enemas, your ass is still tight, Maris. After your bondage session tonight, you will be forced over onto your sides so I can have access to your ass. If you cooperate, I will not have to whip your ass".   "Don't do that, I don't think I can taking a whipping." His fingers continued to push in and out of her anal tract. Every few steps his fingers would jab into the side of her rectum, forcing a gasp of pain from her lips.   "I am going to pleasure myself in your ass tonight, Maris. Since you had your enemas today, you ass is squeaky clean. I am going to force my cock into you deep and fuck you. It will hurt as I open you up, but if you don't cooperate, I will tie you spread open and whip you between the cheeks of your ass, tearing at your anus. Are you going to be a good girl and obey, Maris?"   His fingers in her ass gave her a cruel twist. "OOOOWWW, yes I will obey, I don't want to be whipped." He gave her a push and his fingers popped from her anus as they arrived at her cell.   Smitty untied her wrists, this was the first time she was not bound in a long time. "Remove your bra and panties, but leave your heels on, I want to see you naked. It will be a long night before you see any clothes again," Smitty ordered.   Maris removed her clothes and stood naked in front of Smitty. Even after the ordeal she suffered today, it still embarrassed her to be naked in front of Smitty. I guess it was the thought that Dr. Marquis was a Doctor and you had to get naked in front of Doctors, but Smitty was not. In addition, he was young and good looking.   "Bend over the bed, spread your legs and put your hands flat on the bed" he commanded. Smitty watched as Maris meekly complied. As she bent over, her large breasts hung down toward the bed. Her pussy and ass spread open from the position she was in. Maris could feel his gaze on her naked body and she feared what was going to become of her.   Smitty moved along side of Maris's body and his hands moved to her hanging tits. "Hold still, I want to play with your big tits, don't move or it's the whip. They are such tempting targets, hanging down. I will enjoy punishing them some day." His hand grabbed her nearest tit and squeezed the flesh between his fingers.   "OOOOW, ggggasssppp" moaned Maris. His fingers were cruelly digging into her tender tit flesh. He drew back his hand and slapped her tit hard. "SSSLLLLAAAP", her tit bouncing from the impact. "Ouch, don't hit them," she begged.   "Hold still." His hand slapped her tit again, this time harder. Her flesh began to turn red. "Look how red it gets." "SSSLLLAAAPPPP," again. Tears began to form in Maris's eyes as her breasts stung from the abuse. Another slap and her tit shook from the impact. "Look how hard your nipples are, they are just begging for abuse." His fingers reached and grasped her large nipples and began to squeeze them tightly. Maris continued to maintain the position, giving Smitty access to abuse her breasts. He cruelly twisted her nipple and than slapped her breasts hard again, this time also hitting her erect nipple.   "Don't hit them any more, it hurts so bad."   "Maintain the position, I haven't even finished with this one, I still have the other one to do." Maris cringed in pain, as he began to twist her nipple again, stretching it toward the bed. He pulled her nipple until it reached the bed, stretching her tit out into a cone. While one hand captured her nipple tightly to the bed, his other hand pushed under chin. "Raise up from the bed" and he pushed on her chin. He was going to force Maris to stretch her own nipple.   "AAAAAHHHH," cried Maris as it felt like her nipple was being torn from her body. He continued to push her body up, as his fingers tightened on her trapped nipple, stretching it.   "This is what it will feel like when the Doctor puts nipple clamps on you. You will wish that your nipples were pulled off." He released her nipple and it snapped back. Maris groaned a sigh of relief, the lingering pain of his fingers still on her nipples.   Smitty walked over to the other side of the bed. "No more," cried Maris, as she realized that he was now going to do the same thing with her other breast. His hand slapped her breasts, bringing fresh pain. He grabbed her hanging tit flesh and twisted it cruelly. " Slap," the flesh beginning to turn red. Two more slaps and now he was concentrating on hitting her nipple. Maris knew that he was going to cruelly twist her nipple now.   "Grab your nipple with your fingers and stretch it until it reaches the bed," Smitty ordered, Maris realizing that he was going to force her to torture her own nipple. Maris obeyed, groaning as her nipple was stretched. "If you let go of it before I tell you, I will whip your breasts, do you understand?"   "Yes", she said meekly and cringed as she grasped her nipple tighter. She felt his hand go to her chin and begin to push her higher.   "Raise up, stretch your nipple further, hold it tight." Maris continually strained to hold her nipple tighter and tighter, as Smitty forced her higher. Pain was flashing through her breasts. Smitty was making Maris inflict more pain on her than when he did. He finally allowed Maris to release her nipple.   "It is now time to stretch out on the bed. Lay flat on your back and put your hands over your head." Maris moved toward and lay flat on her back, her arms extended over her head. She knew that she had to submit. Soon he would have her bound tightly, and she would be obscenely exposed. He tied her hands to the headboard. He moved Maris so she was lying on her side, her ass exposed. He tied a rope behind her back and tied it to the right bedpost, preventing Maris from turning over.   "Now your legs" and he grabbed her right leg and moved it toward the same left bedpost at the top of the bed. He tied it tightly. Maris was now lying on her side, her arms over her head and her right leg under her body, stretching up along her breasts until it met the bedpost. She could feel her ass open up from the position.   "I hope you are very limber, we don't want to break your leg, but I so like you when you are spread wide." Smitty grabbed her left leg and forced it back toward the left bedpost. Normally this would not have been too bad if she was lying on her back, but since she was tied on her side, her leg began to spread unnaturally. Smitty first pulled it up. It began to pain Maris immediately. The worse was yet to come. Smitty circled the rope over the bedpost and began to pull it. Maris cried out in pain as her leg was forced back, but since she tied on her side, it would not bend that way naturally. Maris groaned in pain as Smitty continued to spread it back. Her ass was now fully exposed, her anus opening from the unnatural spread of her legs. He now had her leg within 5 inches of the bedpost. Maris was in continual pain. It felt like Smitty was trying to rip her crotch open. Her pussy was stretched open. He tied it down, leaving Maris in pain.   "How is that Maris?" his hand reaching for her spread loins. He could feel the taught skin between her pussy and anus, stretched wide. "You only have to suffer through this for two hours."   "OOOHHH, GGGOOOODD, you are splitting me open," tears freely flowing from her eyes. The pain was unbearable. She did not know how she would survive two hours of this.   His hand freely played across her groin. He slapped her pussy, but Maris could not even jerk away. He grabbed her pussy hair and ripped it, tears forming in Maris's eyes from the pain. He snapped his fingers on her sensitive anus sending shivers of pain through her body. He continued to sexually abuse Maris as she moaned in pain.   "Only 1 hour and 55 minutes left, Maris. How do you feel?"   "Oh, God, I hurt so badly. It's worse than the enema's I got today. I cannot stand the pain, let me loose, I will do anything."   "You will do anything I want after the two hours. I think you will be very submissive when I am ready to ass fuck you. I am going to lay you on your side. I am going to make you reach back and spread your ass open for my cock. Once the head of my cock enters your ass, I want you to slowly fuck yourself back onto my cock until it is deep in your ass and giving you cramps. Than we will begin the serious ass fucking. I am going to fuck you long and hard".   "But for now, I think I am going to sit back and enjoy myself watch you spread out before me. Oh, I forgot." He took a tube of Ben Gay and squeezed some on his fingers. "I think you need some deep heat." He put the first two gobs on her nipples. They instantly became erect and the pain began to spread. He took another gob on two fingers and his hand moved toward her groin.   "Not there, I wouldn't be able to stand it," yelled Maris, fear in her eyes. She knew it was going to be extremely painful in her pussy and she would have to wait two hours before she could do anything about it.   Maris could not stop him as his fingers, lubricated with the Ben Gay, quickly slipped deep into her pussy. He began to rotate his fingers, spreading the Ben Gay on the walls of her pussy. Maris's screams could be heard miles away. After five minutes of screaming, her voice, hoarse from yelling, could barely make a sound.   Smitty stood over her bound body again and looked in her eyes. Fear spread through her body as she saw Smitty spread Ben Gay on his fingers again. She knew that her ass was next. He had just waited until her screams had died down. Her anal tract was already tender and sensitive from the enemas, now it would become worse. His fingers reached for her spread anus and he jabbed them quickly into her anus, spreading her open, pushing deep into her rectum before she could adapt to the pain. He finger fucked her ass deep and hard, spreading the Ben Gay throughout her anal tract. Her screams began again.   "Only 1 hour and 30 minutes left, Maris, how are you doing? I bet you can't wait until I rape your ass. With that Ben Gay, it is really going to hurt when I push my cock deep into you. What a great night you are having."   The time dragged on for Maris.  Her body ached from the stringent bondage she was placed in and her nipples, pussy and ass stung from the cruel Ben Gay that Smitty had applied. She could feel the evil stare of Smitty, as he continued to watch her pained expression.  She knew that he intended to fuck her in the ass next, and she would be forced to participate in her own anal rape.   Smitty stood up and went over to the bed and began releasing her arms and legs.  "How are you doing, Maris?  Are you ready to be more cooperative?  My cock is so hard from watching you tied up, I am ready to fuck you in the ass." Smitty ordered Maris "Turn on your side."  Maris trembled in fear, knowing that she would be soon raped in her tender ass.  She closed her eyes when she heard Smitty begin to undress.  She did not want to see him.   He stood next to her face and said "Open your eyes, and see the cock that is going to tear into your asshole."  Maris's eyes opened in fear as Smitty's 8-inch hard cock stood in her face.  The mushroom shaped cock-head was over two inches.   "Reach back and spread your ass open, spread your legs open a little wider, I will be able to fuck my cock into your deeper that way," Smitty commanded of Maris.  Her hands reluctantly went behind her and she grasped her cheeks, slowly opening her anus open for Smitty's amusement.  "Further, spread your legs wider, spread yourself open".   Maris could feel Smitty place his erect cock at the entrance of her tiny asshole.  The large head felt to big to enter her, but she knew that he did not care about her pain.  He began to push his cock into her anus.  Maris gritted her teeth as it began to stretch her tiny virgin ass.  Her face grimaced in pain and she grunted as Smitty began to force his cock into her unwilling ass.   "Oh God, it hurts so bad, please stop, take it out, your hurting me", tears falling from her eyes.   Smitty continued to force his cock into her ass, the head of his cock suddenly forcing the tiny anus to stretch open and allowing him access to her anal tract.   "Its too big, UUGGGGHHH, it hurt," cried Maris as her anus at first resisted the intrusion of his cock into her ass, but slowly gave way and opened.  Maris could feel the awful stretching and tearing of his cock as he eased himself slowly into her hot rectum.   Smitty's hands held her hips tightly in his grip, forcing her back, impaling her ass on his rigid cock.  Maris, bringing forth a fresh batch of tears, could only gasp in pain as the cock pushed deeper into her ass.  She could not believe the pain and the humiliation she was suffering from the stretching of her ass.  The slow fucking into her tight back passage made her clenching anus burn and ache in pain.   "OOOHH, GOOOODDDD, that hurts so bad," her bowels cramping as he inched his cock into her ass.  Her cries of pain only inflamed Smitty's lust, as Maris had no choice but submit to the rape of her ass.  She jerked as Smitty dragged her hips back towards him, impaling Maris's asshole on his cock, a grunt of satisfaction coming from Smitty's lips.   "Your ass is so hot and tight, Maris, soon I will be deep inside you and than I will begin fucking you hard and deep."  His cock felt huge inside Maris and she stiffened as she felt she would burst.   With one final thrust, Smitty drove his cock completely into Maris's bowels.   Maris could not believe the pain could be so bad as she yelled "Your killing mmmeeee, Aaaaaaagggghhhh!!!!!!! Her hands clenching in pain. Smitty held her hips so she could not move and lay on her, savoring the hot, tight asshole squeezing his cock, her sphincter gripping his cock tightly.   "I going to start fucking you hard now, Maris."  Smitty pulled his cock out of her ass, the pain to Maris almost as much as when it entered.  When her anal sphincter gripped his cock he pushed as hard as he could, forcing Maris's ass to open brutally.   "OHHH, you Bastard, that hurts so bad, just get it over, OOHHH God, " she cried.  It felt like a spike was entering her ass.  His hands gripped her hips forcing her to arch her back, opening her ass to his brutal strokes.  The pain was so immense, Maris felt like she would die.   "You ass feels so good, Maris, I am going to fuck you everyday like this." Smitty repeatedly drove his cock into her ass viscously.  Each time the pain was worse for Maris. "It hurts," she cried.  Each time Smitty fucked into her, Maris grunted and groaned in pain.  Her body went stiff as he bottomed out into her aching bowels.  Smitty loved to hear Maris beg and scream.  Her body squirmed under his, her tightness around his cock milking it.   "NNOOO, more, please stop," as she could feel the head of his cock growing bigger, stretching her anal tract.  She grunted and clenched her cheeks to stop or slow him down, but it only increased Smitty's pleasure as it squeezed the blood from his cock.   The tightness of her ass made his cock-head more sensitive as it moved deep her anal track.   He enjoyed her pain-wracked body as he continued to forcefully fuck deep inside her.  Maris stiffened from a cruel thrust, her stretched rectum spasm around his cock, as she struggled to accommodate the thick cock in her ass.  She sobbed, hoping that he would cum in her ass soon, the cock bring tremendous pain to her asshole.  "Please hurry, Oh god, fuck me and get it over quickly" she begged.   Hearing Maris's begging, turned Smitty on and he began to push deep into her bowels, ready to blow a wad of cum into her asshole.   Maris felt Smitty's cock expand and begin to shoot into her ass, forcing her anal tract to expand in pain.  "OOOOWWWW" as his cock begin to shoot hot cum deep into her colon, flooding her.  He continued to pound into her, forcing her to milk the cum from his cock, the thick sperm filling her.  Maris shuddered in pain from the brutal sodomizing.   Smitty rested on Maris, feeling her asshole clenching from the brutal pain on his now shrinking cock.  He pulled his cock from defiled ass with a pop, Maris slumping in exhaustion from the rape of her ass.  She turned red in humiliation as Smitty wiped his cock on her ass cheeks.  He bound her hands to the top of the bed again, forcing Maris to lay in the pool of cum and blood leaking from her raped asshole.   "Sleep tight, Maris.  Dr. Marquis plans to torture your pussy tomorrow.  After he is finished, I will rape it with my cock.   I am getting hard again thinking about it." Maris fell asleep, laying in a pool of cum and blood from her anal rape.  In the morning, Smitty came in and released her hands and allowed her to take a shower.  When he returned, Maris was sitting on the bed, still naked.  No clothes were given to her, so she tried to cover her breasts with her hands and her legs were closed tightly.   "Stand and hold your hands to your side.  Spread you legs open," he ordered.  "You are not to try to cover yourself.  We own your body, you have no control over it.  If you fail to obey, you will be punished with a whipping."   Maris quickly stood up and stood as ordered.  She did not wish to be whipped.  She hesitantly spread her legs.   "More," his hand slapping the inside of her thigh, forcing Maris to spread her legs more, her pussy opening up.  "That is much better."  His hands moved between her legs, rubbing her thighs, moving toward her spread pussy.  "Dr. Marquis will be torturing your pussy today.  He has many ways to inflict pain on a female's vagina.  You might think you pussy is very sensitive, but you will soon find out how resilient it really is.  When he is finished torturing your pussy, some of the other guards and myself are going to rape you tonight.  You will be fucked by each of us at least twice before you are allowed to sleep tonight.  You will especially like Miquel.  He has a ten-inch horse cock.  Not only is it long, it is also very big around.  He can fuck for 20 minutes before cumming.   "Hands behind your back."  Smitty secured her wrists with handcuffs.  Maris trembled in fear.  The enema torture had been painful enough, not she feared what he would do to her vagina. She was led out of the room and down the hall past the room she was in yesterday and stopped in front of a room called "Examination Room 14".  She passed a number of guards who watched her tits bounce as she walked.  She did not know if they were the ones that were going to rape her tonight.  It did not matter, she was almost resolved to her fate.   The room contained many tables and different contraptions, many Maris could not fathom.  There was a standard gynecologist table, with stirrups and straps attached to secure an uncooperative female.  Various chairs were secured to the floor, straps for binding the occupant, the seats of the chair non-existent.  When strapped in, a female's pussy and asshole would be spread open for any abuse.  Maris looked up at the ceiling and again saw at least ten men watching through the windows.  Her humiliation would be witnessed by many.   Dr. Marquis stood up from his desk and motioned Smitty to bring Maris over to the gynecologist table.  "Spread her open on the table for me, make sure she is secured tightly.  I don't want her to be able to move."   Smitty pushed over Maris to the table.  She did not attempt to fight, it would do no good.  He took the handcuffs off of her.  "Get on the table and lay on your back."  Maris climbed onto the table scooting up to get into the position required.  She lay back down and was looking straight up at the men watching her from above.  To the right she could see an image of herself on the table from a very large mirror.  They wanted her to see her own humiliation and torture.  Smitty went to the head of the table and grabbed Maris's wrists again.  Soon, she would be bound tightly again.  Her wrists were stretched up high to the end of the table and slipped into the leather cuffs attached to the corners.  Her arms were now spread high and to the corners of the table, unable to move.   Smitty reached down to Maris's breasts, grabbing her nipples between his fingers.  "Your nipples are already hard in fear," his fingers pulling and twisting them, making Maris moan in pain.  "That is for another day, spread your legs and put them in the stirrups," he ordered Maris.   Maris watched in the mirror as her legs spread open and raised up to slip into the stirrups.  She could see her pussy spreading wider, the men in the balcony watching her intensely. Smitty moved to one leg and began to secure her to the stirrup.  Straps tightened on her ankles.  The other leg was next and finally a strap was attached over her stomach, forcing her tightly to the table.  Smitty again moved to the top of the table and attached a band around Maris's head forcing her to look straight at the gallery and the mirror.  "If you close your eyes, I will tape them open and that gets very painful after a while when the moisture in your eyes dries up, so I would suggest you obey.  You will not be warned again."   "And how are we today, Maris?" asked Dr. Marquis.  He had moved between her legs. "I am going to teach you what happens when you do not obey.  It will be very painful for you so feel free to scream as loud as you want.  We all enjoy your screams, especially when you start begging.  And you will start begging for it to be over."   "Let's get you into a better position first."  Dr. Marquis began to push some buttons and Maris could hear the purr of motors starting.  The table at the end where Dr. Marquis is began to retreat under, moving back until it only supported her lower back.  The access to Maris's body from her waist down was now open.  Another motor began, spreading the stirrups out from her body.  At the same time they moved toward her head.  Her legs were now forced up and back, spreading her pussy and anus open.  Her legs and crotch began to ache as she was forced into an unnatural position.  They continued to move higher and back, raising her body up.  She could see her pussy spread open wide and her anus was now open and unprotected.  "Yes, that is very good," Dr. Marquis moving between her legs, running his hands along her thighs, feeling the muscles tense up.  "You are opening up very good," his hands moving up to her the area between her pussy and anus.  He ran his fingers over her anus.   "Don't any more, it hurts, you are splitting me open," she cried.   "Soon, just a little more, your pussy lips are opening up. I can see your pink insides.  Your tiny asshole is opening.  It looks like Smitty had his cock in your asshole last night.  Did you enjoy him fucking your asshole?  I here that the guards are going to gang rape you tonight."   The motors stopped, Maris stared in the mirror.  She was spread open, her pussy and anus open to whatever abuse Dr. Marquis desired.  She could see the men in the gallery.  It looked like they were masturbating their cocks as they watched her.  Maris saw a flash of light, than another.  Someone was taking pictures of her in this humiliating position.  Where would the pictures end up, would they show up on the Internet?   The Dr. ran his hands along her spread pussy lips.  "I would suggest you get wet for me, or this will be a lot more painful.  I am going to insert various instruments in you, open you up deep inside you and than begin to abuse you.  Not only will I abuse you pussy on the outside, I will also torture inside your pussy."   His fingers began to masturbate Maris, two fingers slipping inside of her pussy.  This brought back fresh pain from the dildo that tore into her pussy when she was riding the horse yesterday.  His other fingers pulled back the hood off her clit and he began to pull and pinch it with two fingers.  Maris tried to put the whole thing out of her mind, but all she could see is the men watching her being masturbated against her will and her naked spread body.  Her pussy began to get wet from the excitement she began to feel.   "I can feel your pussy beginning to cream.  A little more," three fingers now forced into her tight pussy, spreading her open as the fingers buried deep into her.   "Is she starting to cream herself, Dr. Marquis?" asked Smitty.   "Yes, she doing a good job, aren't you Maris?  Just a little more pussy juice and we will be ready."  Maris began to turn red in embarrassment and humiliation.  She was being forced to get wet so that they could torture her pussy.   "When you gang rape her tonight, force her to get wet for you first. She must be forced to submit to you whenever you want, not when she wants."   Dr. Marquis removed his hands from her pussy and raised one palm up and slapped Maris hard on her spread pussy.   "OOOOOWWWW, that hurts."   Dr. Marquis slapped her pussy again, her juices spreading onto his outspread palm.  He rubbed her pussy and slapped again.   Dr. Marquis moved his tray of instruments between Maris's legs.  Maris could not see but she could notice movement between her legs.  The first instrument Dr. Marquis got was a speculum.  The one he chose was rather large and he had put it into the freezer compartment for over two hours before he just removed it.  He quickly took it, spread Maris's pussy open with his fingers and pushed it deep into her body.   Maris screamed at the unnatural invasion of her body by such a large and very cold instrument.  He body trembled in pain and her nipples became erect from the cold speculum.  It felt like someone was slicing her pussy open with a knife. Dr. Marquis pushed the speculum deeper into her, twisting and turning it, driving it in her pussy.  The edges began to tear at the walls of her vagina as the Doctor twisted it.  It finally reached the end of her pussy, her pussy lips spread tightly around the beginning.   "Ohhh, God, that hurt so bad.  My vagina hurts from the pain and the cold."   Dr. Marquis picked up another speculum, the same size and also from the freezer.  Maris could not see his movement.  This time her asshole was forced open by the cold speculum and brutally shoved deep into her anus, stretching her rectum.  The rape of her asshole by the speculum brought about a fresh batch of screams from Maris.  Her asshole tore as the Doctor pushed it deep into her until her anus was now forced to stretch wide around it.   Maris stared into the mirror, her vagina and anus now stretched tightly around the speculums.  They were beginning to warm up inside her body but she feared when Dr. Marquis would begin to open them.   "I am going to open you up very wide, Maris.  It will be quite painful but I need access to inside of you."  Dr. Marquis began to open the speculum, forcing the walls of Maris's vagina to expand outward.  He continued to open it, moans of pain coming from Maris's lips as her pussy was stretched.   "Oh, God, that hurts so bad, don't open it any more."   "Just two more turns, Maris, and than it will be open the maximum.  You must get used to the pain, tonight you will have some very large cocks in you that will spread your pussy open."  Dr. Marquis turned the screw two more twists, moans of pain coming from Maris as her pussy was now spread open more.   When he reached the maximum, he locked it into place, Maris's gaping pussy now open over three inches wide.   "Now for your asshole, it will also be opened wide."  Again the speculum was opened, Maris's asshole stretching open, two inches and finally three inches.  Dr. Marquis could see small drops of blood on Maris's asshole as it began to tear from the stretching.  Maris's screams could be heard bouncing off the walls.  The speculum was locked open.   Maris looked between the tears in her eyes and the pain in her head at her spread body.  Her pussy and asshole were gaping open, forced to spread open by the speculums.   Dr. Marquis grabbed a small clamp from the table.  Attached to the end was a string.  He opened the clamp and moved to Maris's clit.  He grabbed the hood back and snapped the clamp tight on it.  Maris screamed as the teeth bit into her skin.  The Doctor ran the string up to one of the stirrups and began to pull the slack in.  This forced her hood to spread back, laying her clit open to the Doctor's abuse.   Dr. Marquis picked up a small pencil like device with a power cord running off the back.  The tip was very pointed.  "This is an electrical device that will send a electrical charges where ever I touch with it.  I can adjust the voltage from a mild sting to a very sharp and powerful charge of electricity, capable of burning the skin.  I am going to use it on your pussy, your asshole and your clit.  You will begin to sing for me soon, your screams will bring pleasure to all that are watching."   "Don't touch me with that, I will do anything, just don't use it on me," begged Maris.  "I will fuck you all, suck your cocks, let you fuck me in the ass, just don't shock me."   "We will do that to you anyway, Maris.  Now it is time for your torture."  Dr. Marquis moved the wand toward Maris's spread pussy.  He first set the power to low.  He moved it to her exposed clit.  Maris cringed as she felt it touch her clit, waiting for the jolt of pain.  The Doctor sent the first charge into Maris's clit, the electricity running through her body, a sudden pain shooting through her loins, her body jumping from the pain.  He moved it over her clit again and shot her another jolt.  The wand moved down her pussy lips, the Doctor sending jolts as he moved closer to her opened pussy. Maris's screams were constant as the wand continued its descent.   The wand entered her spread pussy, pushing into her pussy, sending jolts of electricity against the walls of her pussy.  Maris's pussy began to spasm, reacting to the electricity.  This caused Maris more pain because of the speculum stretching her open. The wand entered deeper, pushing against her cervix, a charge of electricity jolting her again.   "Now for your asshole, Maris.  Than it will be time to increase the voltage."  The wand left her pussy, but gave her clit one last jolt before running around her stretched anus, jolting the skin, forcing more pain into Maris's body.  It pushed into her anus, running along her anal tract, shocking, deeper and deeper into her rectum.  Maris was beginning to get hoarse from the screams.  It pushed deep into her colon, shocking her.  Maris's body began to shine from the sweat.     Maris's body jumped continually on the table as Dr. Marquis shocked her body with the probe.  The intensity was now set on high and Maris's screams shattered the silence in the room.  Her pussy was sent in spasms as the speculum kept her spread wide and the electricity forced her pussy to shrink from the probe.   Smitty went over to Maris's head and stroked her face.  "How does that feel, Maris, I bet it really hurts as Dr. Marquis shocks your pussy and asshole?  You are going to be very sore inside tonight so when we rape you, it will hurt even worse."   Maris cringed in pain as Smitty stroked her and Dr. Marquis continued to shock her body.   "Smitty, let's make Maris cum as I torture her.  Come over her and masturbate her as I shock her."   Smitty stood to the side of Maris and began to masturbate Maris, grabbing her clit and teasing it with his fingers, pulling and twisting it.  At the same time, Dr. Marquis would send the probe deep into her asshole and hold the button down, sending the maximum charge into her colon.  Maris felt she was going to shit herself as her colon reacted to the electricity abusing her.   "Before Dr. Marquis will stop the probe, you are going to have to cum for us Maris.  Forget the pain and watch the men above you as I masturbate you.  Think of all of the hard cocks enjoying your pussy torture.  Give us your pussy juice and cum," Smitty urged Maris.   Maris tried to let her mind leave her body but it was hard.  Dr. Marquis would continually force the probe into her body, sending the charges into her tender pussy and asshole.  The continual stretching of the speculums abused her pussy and asshole, forced wide open.  Smitty pulled her clit, forcing her pussy to get wet.  The abuse on Maris over the last days was forcing her to get hot over the pain mixed with the pleasure.  They were teaching Maris to become a pain slut.   Smitty's fingers became more insistent as he began to notice that Maris was beginning to react to the torture and the masturbation.  He pinched and pulled her clit harder, flicking it with his fingers, igniting sharp pain in her clit, forcing Maris's body to push against her restraints.   "AAAGGGGHHH, please, harder, make me cum and stop the pain," she begged her pussy getting wetter, making the probe work better as the electricity followed the path of the wetness.  In her pussy, then back to her asshole, the probe pushed deep into her, leaving its path of pain.   "OOOOOHHH, GGGGGGOOOOODDD, I'm cumming," yelled Maris as Smitty grabbed her clit between his fingers and pulled and squeezed it as tight as he could.  Dr. Marquis pushed the probe against her clit, shooting a long continual jolt of electricity into her enlarged clit. This pushed Maris over the edge, her orgasm overtaking her, her pussy and asshole thrilled by the speculums spreading her wide.   Smitty again ran his fingers over her body, bathed in sweat from the pain and pleasure they forced her to accept.  "That was good Maris, you are a good girl to cum for us."  His fingers ran over her breasts, pinching and pulling on her sensitive nipples, making them become erect again.  "Dr. Marquis is almost through with you, just a little more pain and you can go back to your room and clean up.  Than it's a gang rape for you tonight."   "No more, I came for you, leave me alone, I can't stand any more pain," her eyes pleading as tears rolled from her eyes.   "Your pussy can take a lot more abuse.  I have this lovely dildo that I am going to force into your tight pussy.  Inside are spring-loaded clips that will force out the sides when I release the spring.  It will be very painful, even more so when I begin to fuck you with it.  It will tear up your pussy walls.  When they rape you tonight, the hard cocks will open up the fresh wounds and you will fuck like a fresh virgin.  Your movements will force even greater cruelty by the guards.  They love to hear the anguish of a freshly rape women."   Maris screamed in pain as Dr. Marquis released the speculums and pulled they from her body.  Smitty ran his fingers over her recently spread pussy and asshole.   "See Maris, your pussy is still wet. It is waiting for the Doctors dildo to cut inside your pussy.  You are going to be forced to cum again as the dildo rapes you."   Dr. Marquis moved between Maris's spread legs, a huge dildo in his hand.  Maris watched as Dr. Marquis hit the button and out of the sides popped eight one-inch metal spikes.  They were tipped with a barbed end.  Smitty spread Maris's pussy lips wide as Dr. Marquis lowered the dildo to her pussy and began to push it into her body.   Maris moaned in pain as her freshly abused pussy was again forced to open up to a huge instrument of torture.   The initial pain was not as bad because her pussy had not shrunk down from the speculum.  She knew the real pain would be when the dildo was opened in her and when she was fucked with it.   The huge dildo raped into her pussy, spreading her wide as it forced deeper into her body.  Dr. Marquis had to use considerable force to get her pussy to accept it.  When he was satisfied that it pushed against her cervix.   "Are you ready for the real pain, Maris?  I am going to pop the barbs open.  I want to her you scream in pain.  When you screams die down, I will begin to rape you with it.  That should bring about fresh screams from your lips."  Dr. Marquis pushed the button sending the barbs out wide, stretching Maris's pussy wider than possible.   Maris could not believe the pain coming from her vagina.  It felt like a knife had stabbed deep into her, tearing her vagina open.  Her screams rang out as her pussy was spread wide by the barbs.  Just as the sharp pain began to become a dull ache, Dr. Marquis began to saw the dildo in and out of her pussy, raping her with it.  Her screams began again, her pussy abraded with the barbs, tearing and ripping her tender vagina.   Smitty stood over her head again and whispered into her ear.  "Let you body accept the pain.  When you cum again, Dr. Marquis will stop the dildo rape."  His fingers began the relentless masturbation of her clit again.   Maris let the pleasure and pain mix together as Dr. Marquis continued to tear her pussy with the barbed dildo.  He would rotate the dildo as he fucked her with it, forcing the barbs to tear new parts of the pussy.  Her screams were constant, now mixed with the pleasure of an upcoming orgasm beginning to form.  Smitty was abusing her clit painfully, but that is what Maris needed to cum.   The rape and masturbation of Maris continued until she finally screamed in passion as the pain and pleasure mixed into one final orgasm.  Smitty removed Maris from her bondage and allowed her to go back to the room.   "Clean up and I will be back in an hour.  It will be time for your gang rape," ordered Smitty and left Maris to clean up. Maris had taken a shower and cleaned up but she could just barely walk.  The rape with the spiked dildo had abused her pussy so bad, each step brought new pain.  She had dressed in panties and bra, that being the only clothes left her.  She sat on the bed, waiting the sound of feet coming down the hall.  That meant her pain would begin again.   The noise of Smitty's feet and the sound of the cell door opening brought fresh gasps to Maris's lips.   "Stand up, cunt.  It is time to go to a party.  Your rape party."  Smitty pulled her to her feet and turned her around.  Maris felt the cuffs being placed on her wrists and the sound of metal closing tightly, her wrists now bound tightly together.  She would not be able to defend herself.  She was pushed out the cell, Smitty following her, watching her ass swing as they went down the hall.  His cock was hard, knowing that he would soon being driving it up her cunt.   Smitty stopped her in front of the last door on the floor.  He could hear voices inside, they were waiting for her.  "In you go, cunt, they are waiting for you."  He opened the door and pushed Maris in.   "No, please don't," she cried as she saw what was inside.  The floor was covered in mattresses and there was ten naked men standing around the room.  All of them had massive cocks, all erect and hard, some watching Maris, stroking their cock to even greater proportions.  The smallest cock had to be at least ten inches and one of them had a cock that had to be at least fourteen inches long and four inches around.   "Gentlemen, this is Maris, the main attraction for this weeks rape party."  Smitty unsnapped her cuffs from in the back.  Smitty began to run his hands over Maris's stomach, moving up to her bra-encased breasts.  He could feel her body tremble, knowing that soon her body would be violated with no regard to her feelings, in fact they would do their utmost to make sure that it was extremely painful as they fucked her.  His hands moved up to her bra, his large hands squeezing them painfully.  Maris could see cocks get bigger as she cried out in pain.  They would enjoy her pain.  His hands tore her bra from her body, red marks left on her shoulders as it tore and fell to the floor.  Her breasts shook as they were freed from their confines.   Smitty's hands returned to her breasts, his hands rubbing against her nipples, her body betraying herself already as they harden from the manipulation by Smitty.  He pulled them from her body, her tits stretching out to a cone, her gasps of pain filling the room as the tender nipples were pulled and pinched.  He released her nipples and his fingers moved down her stomach and into her panties.  "Spread your legs open very wide," he ordered.  His hand pushed her panties down her legs and she obeyed, her legs opening wide.  Smitty pushed one finger into her pussy, already wet in anticipation of her own rape.   "OHHH, GGGGGOODDDDD, that hurts," his finger pushing deep into her pussy, opening up the fresh wounds of the barbed dildo rape.   "Watch her pain as I finger fuck the bitch.  The dildo really tore up her pussy.  When you fuck her she is going to bounce around like a bucking bronco, trying to escape your cocks.  You will think she is a virgin.  She will scream so loud."   His finger became two, now pushed into her, her legs coming together, hoping to stop the pain, but only succeeding in trapping the two fat fingers in her pussy, tearing along her pussy wall.  Smitty reached out with his other hand and slapped her ass hard, turning red almost instantaneously.  "Keep the legs spread wide, I don't care how much it hurts.  If you don't cooperate, I am going to tie you to our special chair and run the whip up into your spread pussy and clit."   Maris immediately opened her pussy wide again, the pain of a pussy whipping just too much to fathom.  "MMMMM,GGGRRRR, OOOOWWWW," she moaned as the fingers continued the masturbation of her pussy.   Smitty pulled his fingers out, glistening from the pussy juice she was forced to produce from Smitty's masturbation.  "See how wet the cunt is," his fingers pushed into Maris's mouth, forcing her to suck and clean them with her tongue.  Smitty pulled his fingers from her mouth and pushed Maris toward the other men.   "Have fun, but I get her first, on the floor, doggy style, I will take her as she is, a bitch."  Maris was pushed down onto the floor, her knees hitting the mattress hard, a hand pushing down on her head, forcing her down onto her hands.  Her thighs were slapped until she opened them, another slap to the insides signaling her to spread wider.  Maris complied submissively, her thighs spreading wider.  Her pussy began to open from behind as her ass cheeks parted.  Her anus peeked out, a hand slapping her ass forcing her to spread wider.   "Reach back and spread yourself open, cunt, let's see that slutty cunt and asshole we are going to rape," Smitty ordered her, his hand slapping on her ass, her cheek turning red from the abuse.  Maris reached back and submissively obeyed, spreading herself open, her pink pussy glistening, wet in fear and anticipation.  Her cheeks spread apart, her anus red and swollen from the previous rapes.   "Look at the pussy, all ready for a fucking.  The good Doctor really tore it up this afternoon."  Smitty's hands reached down between Maris's legs.  "Keep yourself spread while I get you wet."  His fingers began to run over her pussy, her pussy lips spread back by Maris's hands.  His fingers searched out her clit, pulling her clit hood back, exposing her now hard and erect clit to his abuse.  His fingers ran roughly over Maris's body, abusing her flesh.  His fingers began to glisten from the pussy juice put out my Maris's body.   "Look, the Bitch is getting wet, even though she knows we are going to rape the shit out of her."  The other guards hand slapped her ass, making her jump, pushing her pussy deeper into Smitty's masturbating fingers.   Smitty pinched her clit hard between his fingers, forcing Maris to raise her ass to escape the pain, but giving them better access to her spread body.  "NNNNUUUUTTHH, please stop, that hurts," Maris cried.  Her body was betraying her again, she could feel her pussy juices begin to run down her thighs.   She could feel Smitty moving behind her, her head down, buried in her arms, not wanting to see what was going to happen to her.  She felt so humiliated, forced to her knees, her ass raised up in the air, seemingly asking to be fucked like a whore.  She felt Smitty's hard cock rub up and down her pussy slit, her pussy juice lubricating it for her own rape.   "Hold the Bitch, my cock is going to tear into her pussy."  One guard grabbed Maris's arms, pulling them out, holding them tightly by the wrists.  Another pushed her neck down with his hand, her ass up, ready for her rape.  She felt her pussy begin to spread as Smitty's cock begin to enter her.  Her juices allowed easy entrance and Smitty grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back onto his cock and forcefully raped his cock into her pussy in one hard and painful thrust into her already torn pussy.   The others watched as Maris tried to raise her head up as she began to scream.  "GGGRRUUUGGG, UUUGGGH, OOOOWWW," she screamed as it felt like a giant baseball bat was shoved into her pussy.  The barbed dildo had done its work well, the cuts in her pussy were reopened with the battering cock pushed into her, the hard cock opening the wounds, blood on his cock as he tore it from her body.   Smitty pulled his cock until Maris's pussy gripped it tightly by the head, waited for a second and then put all his weight behind the next thrust into her hot pussy.  He pulled her hair back, forcing her ass against him as his cock plowed again into her pained pussy, his cock hitting bottom pushed tightly against her cervix as it tore into her again.   "Oh, God, your tearing me open, take it out, pppllllleeeassee, don't hurt me, OOOWWW," the cock pulling out again.  It pushed back in again, knocking the wind out of Maris's lungs as she tried to scream as the hard cock brutalized her pussy.  Her pussy gripped his cock tightly, the hard cock stretching her wide.  He began to pump his cock into her pussy faster and faster.  The others held her tightly as Smitty brutalized her body with his cock, reaming her pussy out with his cock.  Each time he would pull his cock out, her pussy would grip it tightly in pain.  He would than push it back into her pussy, spreading her pussy walls, tearing at her insides as he raped her again and again.   Smitty's hand slapped Maris's ass cheek, turning it red and hot as he continued to brutally rape her.  Hands held her down, forcing her to submit to the punishing cock in her pussy.  He speeded up his rape, his cock beginning to feel the first urges of a cum.  He pushed his cock in hard, pushing against her cervix painfully, forcing Maris's pussy to accept the raping cock.  "Get ready for your first load of cum, Bitch."  Smitty pushed his cock deep into Maris's pussy, pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her to arch her back high, opening herself up more to his cock as it began to shoot into her pussy. "OOOHHH, GGGOOODDD, that hurts so badddd, please, no more," Maris cried in pain as Smitty's cock grew bigger as it began to cum deep into her pussy.  She could feel the first jet of hot cum fill her, her pussy tightening down on the cock in reaction to the pain it was inflicting on her body.  Again, a second shot of cum filled her pussy, his cock now beating deep into her on each stroke, shooting cum as he raped her.   Smitty pushed his cock in deep one final time, holding it deep in her pussy as he shot the last of his load of cum in her pulsating pussy, the pain forcing her body to squeeze his cock as it brutalized her pussy.  Smitty could feel Maris shudder in pain as her pussy was filled with cum, some leaking out and running down her thighs.  Hands continued to hold her body in the submissive position, bent over, her ass in the air, a hard cock filling her with his cum. Smitty slapped her ass hard as he pulled his cock from her pussy with a loud popping noise, "you're a good fuck, cunt.  The rest of you can have her now, just make sure she is still breathing when you are finished."  As Smitty left the room, he could hear Rachel scream. Hands had grabbed her and turned her over onto her back, knees pushing her thighs apart, her arms grabbed and pulled over her head.  She felt one of the men between her legs, rubbing his cock up and down her cum soaked pussy, his hands grabbing her thighs, pulling her legs open and back, spreading her open for the next rape.  "AAAAAWWWW, OOOOHHH, its too biiggggg,   OOOOWWw," she screamed in pain as the next rapist took her body.  His cock was bigger than Smitty's, forcing her pussy to open even wider, the cuts from the barbed dildo opening more, the pain beginning again.  It pushed deep into her body in one giant and painful thrust, forcing her to accept all eleven inches of hard cock.  As she began to scream again, fingers pried her mouth wide and a cock was forced in, pushing deep until it reached her throat.  Another one of the men had straddled her chest, his cock now embedded in her mouth, her lips stretched wide around the giant cock.  Her screams were now muffled by the mouth raping cock as her pussy was plundered.   "Suck it good, cocksucker, or I will whip your pussy," his cock pushing deeper into her mouth, making Maris cough and gag as she was forced to swallow the giant cock in her mouth.  Her tongue ran over the cock, hoping to make him cum fast, her gagging and choking squeezing down on the cock as it forced itself into her throat until it was buried deep into her throat, his balls resting on her chin.  She now had all of the cock in her mouth, her oxygen supply cut off, the pulsating cock deep inside her.  She could feel the other cock thrusting deep and fast into her pussy, raping her as she struggled for air.  Her body jerked around, trying to survive, but only giving greater pleasure to her rapists as they continued their non-stop rape of her body.   The cock pulled from her throat, allowing Maris a chance to suck in a large quantity of air.  Her ass was pushed deep into the mattress as the cock forced itself deep into her pussy and than the cock in her mouth again pushed in deep, Maris grabbing one last breath of air as she gagged as it forced itself into her throat, stretching it wide.  Again, she was deprived of air as they continued to rape her mouth and pussy.  Her body shook in pain, her tongue running quickly over the cock filling her mouth, her pussy grasping the cock tightly, hoping to make them both cum.  Maris could feel the cocks swell as they began to cum.  The cock pulled from her throat, forcing Maris to taste the vile and hot cum as it shot into her mouth.  She swallowed quickly as her mouth was continually filled with what felt like gallons of cum.  The cock in her pussy began to shoot, adding to the cum already embedded deep inside her, spilling out of her pussy as it continued to rape her. "GGGASSSPP,  Ccooougghh, GaGGGGG," Maris choked on the thick, hot cum forced into her mouth and down her throat.  The cock pulled from her mouth and pussy and Maris rolled over, gagging and choking as she tried to swallow the cum in her mouth.   "Please, no more, my pussy hurts too bad, let me rest," Maris begged as she felt new hands run over her body.  A new man lay down on the mattress beside her, his fourteen-inch cock sticking out from his body like a telephone pole. "Climb on my cock, put it into your pussy and get ready for the best fuck you ever head.  My tree trunk is going to fill your pussy," he ordered her, hands helping to lift her up onto him.  She felt a whip hit her ass, bringing a fresh scream of pain from Maris.  "Do it or else," she was ordered, the whip striking her ass again.   Maris reached between her legs, grabbed the massive cock and rubbed it over her cum soaked pussy lips.  She pushed the bulbous head of the cock into her pussy, stretching it wide again.  She gently lowered herself down onto the cock, the pain spreading as the cock pushed deeper into her body.  The whip landed on her ass, "YYYIIIPPP," she yelled her ass pushing forward to escape the cruel lash of the whip, forcing her pussy to spread painfully to accept the raping cock.  Again the whip beat her ass, her pussy now forced to accept all fourteen-inches of hard cock.  It felt like a giant telephone pole was pushed into her pussy. Maris's head was pulled up and as Maris looked forward, another cock was pushed between her lips, stretching them wide to accept the girth of the monster cock placed between them.  Her tongue reached out and began to lick the head, the taste of precum filling her mouth.  Hands grabbed her head, forcing her down on the hard cock.  She would not be allowed to suck the cock in the mouth, her mouth would be used like a pussy, to be forcefully raped.  The cock began its descent into her throat, her gagging and coughing pleasuring her rapist.   Hands grabbed her ass, pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing her swollen and red anus, testimony to its previous rapes.  Maris muffled cries of protest were stopped by the raping cock in her mouth as she tried to protest the rape of her asshole.  She felt the head of cock placed on her anus and forcefully enters her rectum.  Her scream of pain did not deter her ass rapist as the cock continued to tear into her asshole, blood forming on the cock, making the rape easier as it pushed deeper into her body.  Maris's body began to cramp from the large cocks now embedded deep into her groin, one in her pussy, waiting to begin its rape, the other in her asshole, tearing a path into her colon, spreading a path open in her body.  The cock pushed deep into her colon, coming to rest, feeling like a sword had pierced her asshole.  She now held three massive cocks in her body, her brain failing to register the pain they were inflicting on her body.   "Everyone start fucking the Bitch, let's show the cunt what a cock can do," one of them yelled.  The cock in her ass began to pull out, feeling like a giant vacuum, sucking out her guts.  The cock in her mouth pulled out, her lungs gasping to fill with air, and the final cock in her pussy pushed in, meeting the cock in her asshole as they both drove their cocks into her body, threatening to tear her open.  They began to buffet Maris between the punishing cocks, each trying to beat the other in inflicting the most pain on Maris.   Maris's brain flashed in pain, her body unable to react to the brutal rape they were inflicting on her.  Her insides felt like they were torn, her mouth and throat now raw and aching from the second rape in such a short time.  The cocks continued to rape her, until she felt them getting bigger, her body forced to accept the hot cum filling her up.  Her colon began to fill with the hot cum, her mouth choking as it tried to swallow the copious amount of cum filling it and her pussy now blasted with its third load.  The pounding of her body continued as her rapists emptied their cum into her body.  Her asshole and pussy grasped onto the cocks as they were pulled from her body, the brutal fucking making them spasm in pain.  Maris fell to the mattress in exhaustion, her body in pain. Maris shrieked in pain as she was forced flat down on the mattress, a heavy body spread over her, knees painfully forced between her legs, opening her up again.  She felt the body raise up, grab his cock and push it between her ass cheeks, aiming for her raped asshole.  He pushed in violently, spearing Maris with his cock, her scream filling the room as her anus tore, blood running down her thighs as the cock pushed into her rectum, forcing itself deeper into her colon.  The cock began the rape of her asshole, the second time in less than 20 minutes.  The cock began to push hard into her, his stomach slapping against her ass cheeks, his balls battering her pussy as he rapidly fucked her asshole.  He extracted screams from Maris's lips as each time he would changed the angle of his cock thrust, making Maris feel new pain as the cock would reach new, untouched parts of her colon.  She looked up and saw the others watching her pained expressions on her face, their cocks again springing into erection.  She knew that her ordeal was far from over.   She would be raped many more times before they would be finished with her. Maris was raped over 30 times that night.  Each man would take her in each of her orifices, her ass, cunt and mouth before they were finished.  She had to take them alone, in pairs and sometimes all three at once.  One time, she was forced to take two cocks in her pussy at one time, her pussy stretching so far that it began to tear.  Her screams only excited them into more painful ways to torment her.  Maris was raped for over four hours until her body was left, exhausted and spent.  Cum was dripping out of all of her orifices, soaking the mattress, mixed with her blood.  She had to be held up and carried back to her room, her legs unable to walk. "I think you understand the situation Congressmen.  I thought I would bring this to your attention without your wife.  Women do not understand the things we have to do.  They are only good for one thing, they were built with a cunt, to be used for mans pleasure only.  We have investigated your past and we have discovered that you have a tendency to like younger girls.  You also like to use them and in fact abuse them.  Maris has been with us for a while and we have enjoyed her very much.  She has not enjoyed the time as much as we have but that is her place in life.  We thought you might enjoy coming down for the weekend.  We are also a medical training hospital and we are going to be doing some training this weekend involving Maris.  We only use female subjects for our training and experimentation.  It makes it so much more stimulating for the male doctors.  Besides, only women should be tortured, not men.  Their bodies are built that way, so readily accessible for torture and abused."  Dr. Marquis had called the Congressman on the phone, hoping that he was correct about him.   James thought he had been very discrete, travelling outside the country for his enjoyment.  There were so many countries were for only a small amount of money (at least small as far as he was concerned) a man would be able to acquire just about anything he would want regarding the flesh of a female.  In Thailand, young virgin girls could be had as young as six.  Fathers gave them up for the money.  He usually preferred young girls with budding breasts and bald pussies.  Virgins were preferred, wanting to see the look on their faces as they were raped for the first time.  His cock was already hard.  They were going to torture Maris and they were asking him to watch.  Yes, she was his daughter but that did not mean anything.  Her sister was the perfect daughter, doing everything to please her father, unlike Maris, which always tried to rebel against him.  There was a reason for this.  He had been training Heather since she was young.  He was the first to take her virginity, fucking her one night while his wife was gone on a trip.  From then on, she became very submissive, doing anything that he desired.  Whenever his wife was out of town, Heather would find herself bound tightly, naked, waiting for his cock.  She had learned to suck his cock and take his cock in her tight asshole, milking the cum from his balls.  He often whipped and beat her, physically abusing her young, tight body.  She hated it, but had learned her place in life, to service the males in her life.  He had tried this with Maris, but she had rebuffed him.  She never let him forget what he had to tried to do to her.   "Yes, I would love to visit for the weekend.  I would enjoy that very much."  He would love to see her pay for she had deprived him of.   "I think we might find a suitable candidate among our patients to be available for your use over the weekend.  We have a lovely girl that was just brought to us last week.  She has hardly been used and is easily manageable.  I think you will find that she will perform whatever you desire."  Dr. Marquis smiled.  He had been right about the Congressman.  He had similar tastes.   James arrived early Friday, not wanting to miss anything.  Dr. Marquis was surprised when James was ushered into his office.  With him was an eighteen-year-old beauty, similar in looks to Maris, both having red hair.   "Welcome, Congressman, may I assume that this is Heather, Maris's sister?  Dr. Marquis smiled, this would be all the more interesting.  "Stephanie, would you have Smitty come to my office, immediately?"   "Yes, sir, he is already here, I will send him in."   Smitty walked in, a smile on his face when he saw Heather.  "Ah, I presume the other half, Congressman.  May we enjoy her this weekend?   Heather looked dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.  She was told that they were going to visit Maris.  She did not want to go, knowing that since her mother was gone, Dad would want her sexually again.  She hated it when he did those things to her, but she would not dare disobey her father.  She looked questionably at her father.   "I brought her as a present for you and Doctor Marquis, for inviting me.  I thought it would be interesting to have her perform for you while we watch Maris.  She can be stubborn at times, but I am sure that you have ways to make her obey."   "Now honey, I want you to obey these gentlemen while we are here and do whatever they want you to do.  You obey so well for me, I expect you to do the same for them.  If you don't, they have a way to persuade lovely female flesh like you to behave.  You will see what happens when a female body is punished.  We are not here to visit Maris, but to see her experimented on.  This is a teaching hospital and Maris is going to be part of an experiment.  I am not sure what it will be, but I am sure that it will be very stimulating."   "Please, Daddy, don't let them do anything to me.  I do whatever you want, but not them, please not them," she cried, frightened at what they intended to do to her.  If they were anything like her father, she would be raped in her mouth, pussy and asshole.  She knew it would hurt, it always did when her father did it to her.  He always seemed to make sure that it did, his mouth covering hers as she screamed.  She always felt his cock twitch when she screamed, the pain making him harder.   James reached out and slapped her face, her head swinging to the side.  "Behave or these men will really hurt you.  You don't want that, do you?"   "No, daddy, please don't let them hurt me," her eyes lighting up like a hunted doe, knowing that something evil was going to happen.   Smitty reached over to Heather, his arm of her shoulder, pulling her towards him, his other hand reaching behind her, on her back.  He slowly let it fall, running down over her ass, pushing her towards the door, his fingers grasping her ass meat.  "Let's go watch Maris," out the door and down the hall to the gallery.   James and Dr. Marquis followed, watching Heather's body shake in fear as she was led down the hall, Smitty's hand running over her ass as if he owned her.   They entered a large room.  In the center was a railing surrounding a large whole in the floor.  When James looked down, they were slightly above the room below.  They were in the observation room and had an unobstructed view of below.   "Below is where Maris will be brought into.  This room will fill up soon with some of our student doctors.  Today, we are doing an experiment for the United States Army.  With a war in Iraq possible and the increasing use of female combatants, the army wants to see how much pain and torture a female can bear.  It has always been said that women can stand pain better, thought to be proven by the pain women receive during childbirth.  The army wants to see what the pain thresholds are, especially when rape is involved.  They want to be able to see what would the results be if any of our female soldiers are captured and tortured."  Dr. Marquis pointed down to the room below.   "In a few minutes, a specially designed machine will be brought in.  This control panel over here will operate all of its functions and James, you might have the opportunity to operate it.  This machine is designated the RapeHorse.  It was developed by our staff of extremely horny doctors.  It has been designed for the maximum amount of humiliation, pleasure and pain, The victim will be strapped in tightly, unable to move any part of her body.  As you see, the room below has many mirrors around it, allowing the victim to see her own reflection as the machine rapes her.  This is designed to increase her humiliation as she is forced to cum from a machine.  There is also a camera in this room, with the images shown on a television screen in front of her showing exactly what is happening up here as she is mechanically raped and tortured.  She will be able to see her father getting sexually aroused from her rape and her sister being molested for the enjoyment of us watching her.  And then there is the other doctors here, stroking their cocks, masturbating to her pain.  I will explain the features of the machine when it is brought in.  In the meantime, Congressman, let me introduce you to your companion, as I promised.   James watched a she was brought into the room.  A girl was brought into the room, a frightened look on her face. "This is Jessica.  Her parents sold her to us last week.  She has been her for only a few days and has been barely used.  We leave the terror in them for as long as possible, so we take their ravishment slowly.  I thought with your specific love of young flesh, she would do quite nicely.  She has not been trained so she is reluctant, but I thought you would enjoy that.  It is always nice to make a young girl perform against her will.  I sure you enjoyed that in Heather.  Daughters are so much easier to force."  Jessica stood before them trembling, looking in fear at the three men.  She looked over at Heather and saw the same fear in her eyes.  Jessica was about 5"2", slender build, long skinny legs, thighs not yet filled out.  Her tits were just small lumps on her chest, just starting to bud out.  She was bra-less, not having anything to support.  She wore a white school girl button down blouse and a blue plaid schoolgirl skirt.  Dr. Marquis figured the Congressman would like the effect.  She wore sneakers and socks, accenting her appearance.  Her ass was flat, her hips not yet formed. James grabbed his cock, straightening it out in his pants as it rose to erection, the sight of Jessica inflaming his lust.  It was worth the trade for Heather.  He would enjoy Jessica very much, Heather being too docile.  He knew that Jessica would put up a fight and he would have many opportunities to punish her for it.  "Come her Jessica, come over here." Dr. Marquis pushed on Jessica's back, forcing her over to James.  She hesitantly moved toward him, his big open hands waiting for her.  She knew that she would not like this.  Every since she was brought her by her parents, the men had done many things to her innocent body.   She was no longer a virgin, Smitty having forced her to strip naked and display her body to him.  It had required a spanking to convince her to do it.  He then spread her on the bed and took her virginity with his large cock with brutal force, ripping through her hymen like it was butter with his cruel cock.  After that it was a daily ritual of breakfast, then the rape of her body again.  At night, her room door would be opened, the darkness hiding the face of her rapist.  The blankets would be torn from her body, her legs spread and her pussy speared again by a hard cock.  The only sounds in the room being her groans of pain and the slapping of flesh as the cock tore into her tight body.   Morning would find her in bed, cum still leaking from her swollen sex.  A quick shower, breakfast and then the rape by Smitty again. "We gave you a little help in the persuasion department with Jessica.  This morning, we inserted a punishment egg in her asshole.  Smitty tells me that she was quite distressed about this as he did it.  Her is the remote.  It has setting from one to ten, one being the lowest.  It will generate an electrical charge in the egg, in the case, in her asshole.  A one is only a minor charge, a ten could result in making her heart skip a beat it is so severe.  Besides making the victim of the charge very submissive, we have also found that it produces very desirable effects when fucking.  She would squeeze your cock very hard, depending on the setting as her asshole is thrilled with the electricity.  It will give you also a minor charge, nothing like what she would feel.  Just remember that if you decided to fuck her asshole, since she is still an anal virgin, you might enjoy that very much, remove the egg first, but put it back in when you are finished."  Dr. Marquis handed the remote to James. James grabbed the remote, putting his arm around sweet little Jessica.  "I would like you to feel the egg, hold me tightly while I push the button."  He grabbed her tightly, feeling her bracing for the charge.  He pushed the button, the setting on one and felt her body jerk, her hips seem to be fucking the air as he held the button down for thirty seconds.  He saw tears in her eyes, her mouth shut tight, bearing up to the pain radiating inside her asshole.  "Yes, I like that, we are going to use this very often, aren't we Jessica?"   Smitty's hand was still caressing Heather's ass.  "Does Daddy fuck your ass, Heather?"  He waited for an answer. "Yes, when I have my period, he puts it in my behind." "Does it hurt, Heather, does it hurt when Daddy fucks your asshole?" "Yes, I don't like it.  It hurts too much, Daddy is very big." "You must have a tiny, tight asshole, Heather, you don't mind if I check do you?"  His hand pushed up her skirt until he could reach for her panties.  His hand slipped into her panties from behind, running over her naked ass, his fingers searching down between her cheeks.  "Spread your legs and relax your ass cheeks," he ordered her, watching as she reluctantly spread her legs.   "Please don't hurt me, it always hurts when he does that." His finger found her anus, a tiny indent in her ass.  He began to push in, her asshole reluctantly opening for the ravishment of her ass.  He felt it pop into her, her sphincter gripping it tightly.  He pushed harder, his dry finger rasping inside her ass, into her rectum.  He felt her begin to jerk forward, hoping to escape the finger in her ass.  "Still, or I will replace my finger with the egg, you wouldn't want that would you?" Heather shook her head and braced her feet, her legs spread as the finger relentlessly plunged deeper into her asshole until he was all the way up inside her, his knuckles brushing against her opening.   She groaned in pain but did not move. "Well James, it looks like you didn't stretch out Heather's asshole too much.  She is still very tight.  I think you will find Jessica's asshole even better.  She is still a virgin in her ass, but I am sure by time you leave, your cock will have visited it a great many times."  Everyone laughed, Heather and Jessica cringing from the cruel joke, Smitty twisting his fingers around inside her asshole.  Smitty propelled Heather toward the railing, his finger in her asshole forcing her to walk bowlegged toward the opening in the floor.  "The RapeHorse is here.  And here comes Maris, ready for the ride of her life.  I will explain the features of the RapeHorse as Maris prepares herself.  Maris has seen you and Heather up here, you can see the distress on her face.  She is not sure what is going to happen to her, but she has a good idea she will not like it.  She will be forced to strip naked for us.  One of the guards is carrying a stun gun and a short burst to her tit will stop any reluctance on her part." Heather shifted from one leg to the other, the finger in her ass uncomfortable and when he moved his finger, very painful.  "Please take your finger out." Smitty pulled his finger out.  When he was at the entrance to her ass he put another finger along side of it and pushed it back in, two fingers now stretching her open, harshly sliding into her ass.  He felt her asshole tighten on his finger until both fingers were embedded deep inside her asshole.  "Quiet little girl, now just stand there and watch the show.  I like your tight little asshole gripping my finger.  Anymore noise out of you and it will be three fingers."  He twisted his finger, forcing her to accept new pain. Heather bowed her legs out, attempting to relieve the pain in her asshole.  She would not say anything anymore, not wanting any more of the same.  She looked down at Maris, her sister, below.   James watched as Maris slowly removed her clothes, forced to look up at him as she did.  It had taken a jolt on her breast with the stun gun.  She had fallen to the floor, clutching her breast.  She was pulled up by her hair, forced to stand again.  She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her bra-encased breasts.  Her breasts were pushed up by her bra.  She was ordered to remove the bra next.  Her arms went behind her, unsnapping it, letting it fall to the floor.  Her arms stood at her side, her proud breasts stood firmly.  Her nipples began to harden, part in fear, part from the cold air.  She saw her father grab the girl next to him.  She did not know who she was but she figured it was someone that was not going to like what he was going to do to her.  She could see the panic in the girl's face, recognizing the same look as the one she got when her father tried to molest her.  She watched her father reach over to the girl and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing two little nipples standing out on her chest.  The girl cringed as her father began to pull and pinch one of the nipples, forcing it to get hard and erect.  His other hand grabbed her hands and placed them on his crotch.  She could not tell what he told her, but from the look of her reaction, it looked like, stroke my cock nice and slow.  Her hand pulled down his zipper and took his hard cock out of his shorts.  Her hand gently stroked his cock, her other hand grabbing his balls as her father continued to abuse the poor girls nipples.  Now both hands were pulling and twisting the nipples, the girl trying to stand on her toes to escape the cruel fingers. Heather was not doing much better than Maris or Jessica.  Both were naked to the waist.  Smitty wasted no time with her.  "Remove your blouse and bra.  Daddy tells me you have some nice tits, not small little tits like Jessica."  Dr. Marquis and Smitty watched as she stripped to the waist, her breasts, like Maris's, firm, with large hard nipples.  Hands reached out, Smitty on one side, Dr. Marquis on the other, both seeing how much pain they could inflict on her, each trying to get her gasp or groan louder. Heather's nipples were painfully twisted and pinched, cruel fingers digging into the nipple flesh.  Smitty's fingers in her asshole began twisting and turning again, forcing Heather to shift her weight from one leg to the other, giving him greater access to her asshole. Downstairs, Maris had dropped her skirt, her panties falling to the floor next.  She stood straight ahead, eyes on her father, naked, watching him molest the little girl, her sister Heather being molested by two men, all eyes on her.  Her pain and suffering was about to begin.  She looked at the machine next to her, a collection of metal tubing and straps.  What scared her were the three large dildos spaced about the frame.  She could see a tray next to the machine, a large collection of replacement, from small to huge.  One was the size of a horse cock. Dr. Marquis voice rang out in the room.  The other doctors had come in, joining James and the others upstairs.  "The RapeHorse was built specifically to test the endurance of the female species.  While the main purpose is to induce pain, it was designed to do that specifically to the female sex organs and also force the female to achieve multiple orgasms.  We have found that the maximum time on the RapeHorse was three hours, but today we hope that Maris will be able to surpass that record.  As you can see downstairs, Maris is more than reluctant to get on the horse and begin." Downstairs, three guards were hefting Maris up onto the frame, Maris still clutching her breast where the stun gun was again placed and discharged.  She felt her naked body stretched out onto the frame, straps placed strategically all over her body, attaching her firmly to the metal tubing. "As you can see, Maris is being stretched out straight onto her stomach.  This is only a temporary position.  The metal tubing that she is attached to has joints, corresponding to the joints in Maris's body.  This allows the machine mechanism to bend and twist Maris in any shape and form desired.  Her legs can be spread wide, her pussy and asshole open.  She can be bent over, stood up straight, bent in half, any number of positions.  Some of them quite painful.  But the main position of the female is bent up or bent down.  Watch and you will see what I mean."  Dr. Marquis began to play with the controls.  Maris's legs were brought up underneath her until she was almost bent into half.  The whole machine then began to rise up at a 45-degree angle until her arms and legs were pulled straight up, her ass hanging down to the floor.  "In this position, both of her holes are completely exposed, when her legs are spread like this," the machine pulling her legs apart, her pussy and asshole spreading open for all to see, "she is open for penetration.  This position also puts all her weight on her sex organs, forcing the victim to impale herself on the dildos that will placed under her." "We also have this position," the mechanism beginning again, this time turning Maris completely over, her head and arms down below, her asshole and pussy pushed up towards the ceiling, her body still bent in half.  "While this position does give our guests in the gallery a unobstructed view of her sex organs, we do have a pair of dildos that will come down from the top.  These dildos have much powerful motors, allowing for maximum penetration and force into the victims sex organs.  We have successfully used this method to open up the victim's pussy and asshole deeper then has ever been possible, We have found that we were able to open up the victim's uterus, allowing for deeper penetration.  We have successfully used this position to open a victim's pussy for fucking by one of our stallions in the stable.  We have one that has a "horse cock" that is 22 inches when fully erect.  He has successfully mated with one of our patients, though she has walked bow-legged since then," everyone laughing as they imagined her walking down the hallway. "We have a wide selection of dildos to be used. Most are made of a new specially designed polymer that has interesting properties in that it can expand and contract with relative ease.  This allows it to go from a smooth two-inch wide dildo to a four-inch wide, sandpaper finish dildo with a six-inch ring in the center.  We have one called the AssBuster, with large rings every two inches that will torment a reluctant sphincter.  Our dildos can bend and twist into a permanent position that makes very excruciating pain especially when inserted in the asshole.  It will force the colon to straighten out bringing massive cramps.  Liquids can be excreted from small holes in the dildos, in some cases from small needles that will pop out.  We have been very successful in the use of various highly irritants like jalapeno pepper juice, alcohol, bug spray or gasoline.  If the victim gets too wet, an astringent can be released, drying up the victim's natural juices, allowing for continued painful fucking of the dildo.  Another favorite dildo is the DogCock.  This has a knot, just like a dog's cock.  It is the size of a tennis ball.  It can be opened up inside the victim's pussy or to make it even more painful, outside, forcing the pussy open wide.  Many times it will tear the pussy opening.   And of course, all of the dildos conduct electricity, from a mild stimulating charge to a brain busting jolt that will turn the victims body into a quivering form."   James pushed Jessica down to the floor, onto her knees.  "Open up little girl, time to receive your first load of cum.  The doctor is making my cock so hard."  James put his fingers into the corner of her mouth, forcing her to open her mouth.  He saw the look in her eyes as his cock began to run over her lips, his precum making her lips glisten.  "Have you sucked a cock yet, Jessica?"   Jessica shook her head no, Smitty and the others had only raped her pussy for the last week.   "I will teach you, you'd like that wouldn't you, learning how to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth?"   Jessica looked up and shook her head yes, knowing that any other answer would provoke a jolt in her asshole.   "That's good, I will make you into my own little cocksucker, now stick your tongue out and lick the head real good.  That's good, now open wide as I push it in.  Yeah, that's good, bob your head up and down, suck it like a lollypop," his hands on each side of her head, guiding her to the correct movement.  "That's a good little girl, keep sucking."   Heather was also being molested by Smitty, Dr. Marquis busy with the presentation.  He was still rubbing his hands all over her tits, now red and swollen from the mistreatment.  "Step out of your skirt, Heather, I want you naked,"" He removed his finger from her asshole, but not before giving it a vicious twist deep inside her, his fingernails scraping along her anal tract.  She dropped her skirt to the floor, Smitty pulling her panties down.  "Step out of them, leave your heels on, you look very sexy naked.  Spread your legs open," his hand moving down over her flat stomach running his fingers through her pussy hair.  His fingers spread her pussy lips open, feeling her wetness.  "Does Daddy make you wet to, I bet you really love it when Daddy's cock busts you open?"  He moved his fingers to her pussy and two fingers entered her, making her rise up on her toes as they pushed inside her, pulling her up.  "You want a finger up your asshole too, you want me to make you cum, Heather?"   Heather shook her head, "no, please no," rising up higher as the fingers in her pussy pulled her up.  She felt his hand run over her ass and knew that he was going to do what he wanted.  His fingers pushed between her cheeks, pushing against her asshole again, forcefully entering her and plunging deep into her colon.  It pulled out, only to return with two fingers plunging ruthlessly into her asshole.   "I can feel your sphincter grabbing my fingers.  You like that don't you, I can tell," his finger massaging her sphincter as the tips rubbed along her anal tract.  He pulled up on his fingers in her asshole and her pussy, forcing her high on her toes.  He liked the look of her, naked, on her toes, legs spread, her pussy and asshole gripping his fingers tightly.  "Yes, Heather, rise up nice and high, I like to see you stretch," his fingers pulling up harder. Dr. Marquis continued talking, but watched the debasement of the two girls near him.  He saw Jessica out of the corner of his eyes, sucking the Congressman's suck for all she was worth.  Heather, on his right, was stretched up tall on her toes, her sex organs speared by Smitty's fingers. "Another feature of the dildos is that they can also spin on the platform they are situated on.  This allows them to make oblong circles as they fuck in and out, forcing the pussy or asshole to stretch into obscene shapes.  Better than a large dildo, it allows the pussy or asshole to shrink back down, then it again has to suffer the stretching."  The breasts are also not neglected.  We have a number of features.  You can see that Maris's breasts are now being secured between the two metal bars.  At each end is a cylinder that can bring the bars together or separate.  You can see the grimace on Maris's face as her beautiful tits are now pinched grotesquely between the metal, forcing them out into points.  Her nipples are already starting to turn purple as all of the blood is forced to the points.  The mechanism is programmed to release them and then tighten again every five minutes.  This brings the maximum amount of pain.  Anymore then that would permanently harm the tit flesh.  We are not opposed to that, it is just that the pain becomes numbing.  By tightening and releasing, the pain is new each time.  The nipples will receive special attention.  Maris has extremely long nipples and will allow for the maximum amount of pain.  In this case, we have also been able to induce the female's breasts to expend milk.  We have small plastic cups that fit over the nipples.  These are attached to a powerful suction machine.  The nipple will be sucked into the cups, in the case of Maris, far inside, stretching her nipple flesh.  Inside are small metal needles running along side the cup, beginning as small needles with larger needles the further in the nipple goes into the cup.  With Maris's large nipples, they will be forced along some very long and pointed needles.  The suction is set as timed bursts.  The nipple will be sucked in, released, then sucked in again.  This will drag the nipple flesh over the needle again and again.  As in the dildos, the needles will also excrete various irritants.  We begin by lubricating the nipples with Ben-Gay.  It brings about very desirable effects on our young victim." "Last and not least, we will take care of Maris's mouth.  While we do not leave the dildo in her mouth at all times, that would eliminate the lovely screams we can wrench from her body as we inflict the pain on her, we do at various times force the dildos into her oral cavity.  These dildos are a little less rigid to allow the penetration of the victim's throat.  These dildos are hollow in the center to allow fluids to pass through, just like a real cock.  In the gallery above, you will see various bowls attached to the edge of the railing at waist height.  Anything put into the drain will end up shooting out of the dildo in Maris's mouth.  This could be your cum, or if you like, you may piss in it.  Maris will be more than willing to swallow any of it.  We have a special clamp on her nose.  If she refuses to swallow, the clamp will close her nasal passage and cut off her air supply until she swallows.  I also enjoy cutting off her nasal passage when a dildo is stuffed into her throat.  The lack of oxygen will make her body dance on the frame very sexily.  The straps are tensioned to allow some body movements when requested on my console.  It is also delightful to watch as a very large dildo is slowly forced into her pussy or asshole and she tries to arch up to escape it, knowing that it is impossible." "Each person in the gallery, except our little fuck toys, Jessica and Heather, have a remote device.  You can enter in selections of what you would like to happen to Maris.  I will monitor the results and select the appropriate request and forward them to the RapeHorse.  I would just like to mention, it is better to start off slowly, moving up in pain, back down to slowly, then back up again.  Continuing this up and down action has a more dramatic effect in that it does not dull the victim's sense.  When this happens, we then have to induce drugs into the victim, usually cocaine or heroin.  While this does alert the sense, it does have the effect of dulling the victims brain response.  Now I think we are ready to begin.  Plugs were put into Maris's ears so she will not hear my voice any longer, except when I want to.  I do not want her alerted to what will happen to her.  I think the unknown expectation is much more frightening, but I do like to talk to her during the ordeal, humiliating her.  I am going to start out by masturbating Maris and inducing an orgasm in her.  In fact, I will do this four times.  By that time, her body will already begin to be exhausted and more susceptible to the pain that will then be inflicted.  It will also make her sex organs very tender and make the pain of the mechanical rape much more painful.  I will loosen the tension in her restraints so that you may enjoy the bucking of her young body as she is fucked into submission.  Her pussy will receive a small, two-inch wide dildo, about eight inches long.  Her asshole will receive a one-inch wide dildo that is ten inches long.  This will bring about some cramping in Maris because of the length, but it is very pliable so it will bend easily inside her body.  Her mouth will receive a three-inch wide dildo that is six inches long.  This will stretch her mouth very wide and will allow access to her throat. I don't think we really care to hear any gasps of ecstasy.  I suggest that you begin to masturbate your cocks into the sinks and allow poor Maris to swallow large quantities of cum." "One last and most important piece of the RapeHorse is the clit attachment.  This has a number of different ranges, from pleasure to pain.  As Maris was strapped down, her pussy lips were clamped in five places.  Two on each side of her pussy lips, top and bottom and one clamp was placed on her clit hood.  Each clamp is attached to a metal chain.  This allows electricity to pass through it.  I control the chains and I can stretch them open or release them.  They are clamped so tight, they will keep stretching the flesh until the flesh tears.  The clamps have small metal teeth on them so while attached, they are quite painful, an excruciatingly painful as they are stretched.  A cup like the ones used on her nipples is used for her clit.  Her clit will be sucked into the cup by suction.  Inside of the cup are small little balls that circle the edges, moving around one revolution every three seconds.  These balls while small are not completely smooth.  As they circulate, they rub against the stretched clit.  This can be used to make the victim have multiple orgasms.  In Maris's case, we will force her to cum at least four times.  This can also be used for the deliverance of pain.  The balls can be spun faster and pushed in closer, trapping the clit between them, the balls pressing deep onto the erect clit.   Needles can also be forced out the side and as in the case of the dildo, irritants can be shot out the tips.  The suction can also be increased and we had accidentally tore the clit off of one of the first victims in the testing of the machine.  The balls are also conductors of electricity and you will be able to see Maris when we do that to her.  It will feel like we are shooting electricity directly up her spine." "We will now begin.  I suggest that anyone of you in the gallery that has a female subject, this might be a good time to penetrate her with your cock.  We will begin with the masturbation of Maris." "Get up, Jessica, you did such a good job making my cock hard and wet.  Move over to the railing, hands on the bar, legs back and spread wide."  James watched as Jessica obeyed, her young body stretched painfully wide in front of him, her pussy and asshole spread open before him.  He slid his foot between her, forcing her to spread wider.  He heard her groan, as his legs were spread obscenely wide, pain radiating from her crotch.  "Yes, you have such a young limber body suitable for fucking in a variety of positions."  His fingers reached down to her hips, pulling her backward, forcing her ass to arch up.  "Yes, that is good, I like your ass up high, stretch onto your toes, raise up higher." Jessica was pulled backwards, her arms slipping down, her ass rising up higher.  She arched up onto her toes, the pain already beginning in her legs as she was forced to present her naked ass and pussy to be raped again.  All of the men liked to force her to perform, making her body available for their cocks, the more painful for her, the better they liked it.  The Congressman was no exception.  Her body was tense, her muscles strained as she held the position of servitude, a willing victim to her rape.  She felt his body push into her, his cock resting on her asscheeks.  She clenched them in anticipation of the pain he would soon inflict on her young body.  She jumped, her body hurting from the jolt of the egg in her asshole. "Don't tense up on me again.  I want you open for me, wherever I want to put my cock.  Next time the egg goes to a number 2," his fingers changing the button setting.  He fisted his cock again, making it harder.  He rubbed along her ass, his cum leaving traces that glistened in the lights.  "That's much better little girl, his hands lifting her hips, forcing her higher, on your toes," he ordered her.  He watched as she strained to rise up high, leaving her pussy open and unprotected.  He pushed his cock against her pussy, the head forcing her pussy lips apart at it prepared to spear her open sex. Her muscles strained as she forced herself to spread open for his pleasure.  She cringed when she felt his cock at her pussy.  It was so big, she knew that he intended to fuck her hard, like Smitty and the others did.  All men wanted to hurt her with their cocks and they usually succeeded.  Her pussy was not big enough to take the massive cocks without some pain and tearing.  She heard him tell her to push back on his cock as she felt her pussy lips spreading wide, the cock head forcing itself into her tender flesh.  She groaned in pain, his cock twitching inside, as the head was now trapped inside her pussy.  Her muscles clamped tightly onto the hard cock.  She knew that he enjoyed her muscles natural reaction to the rape, to try to expel the log being shoved into her near virgin pussy. "Yes, clamp on my cock, you want me to fuck you, don't you?  You want a big hard cock to hurt you.  I can feel you gripping it."  He pushed harder, forcing almost half of his cock into her teenage cunt.  He saw her head rise up in pain as he pulled her back onto the punishing instrument of his lust.   "Take it all, fuck back on me or it's the egg for you," he yelled at her.  He pulled back, feeling her straining to grip it.  He pulled it until it was almost out then pushed it back in.  This time there was no pause, just one gigantic thrust into her pussy.  He yanked her by the hair, raising her head up, wanting to hear her yell in pain.  "Take it, cunt, take my hard cock." Jessica could barely stand on her toes any longer, the muscles in her legs beginning to cramp up, her pussy tearing as the raping cock pushed deep inside her ravaged pussy.  The days of continual rape were taking their toll on her teenage body, her pussy rubbed raw by the hard cock that inflicted the pain on her.  She screamed as her hair was pulled, the cock forced deep inside her until it smashed against her cervix, feeling like it was bruising her.  Her pussy grabbed the hard cock in pain, it twitching inside her, forcing more pain, as it grew bigger. His hands stroked her ass, fingers running over her asshole, little goose bumps appearing around her light brown asshole.  He felt her pussy grip his cock, squeezing the life out of it.  She was so hot and tight.  He held there, his cock embedded deeply as he felt her tremble.  He reached down on her back, his fingers running under her, searching out her nipples again.  He found them, still hard and erect, grabbing tightly onto them, pinching them hard, her ass twitching in pain, massaging his cock.  "Relax and watch the show, my cock is going to be inside you for a long time," feeling her feet move back and forth, attempting to relive the pain and fullness in her sex organs. Meanwhile, Dr. Marquis and Smitty were preparing Heather.  She was turned facing Dr. Marquis, her legs spread wide as he held his cock in his fist.  "Put it in your pussy, Heather, fuck yourself on my cock." Heather pushed forward, her pussy meeting the hard cock in front of her.  She had to rise up a little as it fitted against her pussy and she began to push it inside her.  Her pussy lips were forced apart by the cock, the head beginning to fill her pussy as she pushed it inside he body.  She felt another cock behind her, pushing against her ass.  "Please, not in my behind, it will hurt too much with a cock already in my vagina." "Quiet, relax your asshole, while I slip it inside your ass."  Smitty pushed his cock against the tiny asshole in front of him.  It did not look like it would fit.  He pushed and watched her asshole slowly spread open, forced by the big head of his cock.  He felt her body jerk forward as the pain of the rape forced her to move onto the cock in her pussy.  Smitty followed her movements, his cock slowly but forcefully pushing deeper into her rectum, he sphincter tightening down on the cock, her asshole straining to push the foreign object in her out. "Oh, God, no, that hurts too much," she cried as the twin cocks both forcefully raped into her teenage body, her pussy now stuffed full of Dr. Marquis hard cock while Smitty's cock continued its relentless rape of her asshole, brutally forcing her colon to accept the hard cock.  She screamed again as her stomach cramped as the cock in her asshole hit bottom, both cocks rubbing against each other, separated only by a tiny membrane.  She had never been so full or in so much pain.  This was worse then what her father did to her. "That's a good Daddy's girl, take the kind men's cock.  Now squeeze them nice and make them cum, or Daddy will punish you."  The Congressman watched as his daughter was sandwiched between the two men, held upright by the hard cocks.  His cock twitched inside of Jessica. The trainer reached down, his hand caressing over Maris's naked flesh, feeling her jerk in revulsion.  "Now, Maris, are you going to be a good girl and cum for us.  Look up, your father has his cock in that nice little girl and you sister is over there.  It looks like Dr. Marquis has his cock inside her pussy and I bet Michel's cock is stretching her asshole very wide.  The rest of the Doctor's all have their cocks out and are stroking them.  They are all waiting for you to cum for them on the RapeHorse."  He pushed a button, placing Maris in the upright position, her sex hanging down, her legs up.  Another press of the button and her legs separated until they were spread wide, her asshole and pussy gaping open.  He fitted the dildo onto the machine, an eight-inch long, two-inch wide artificial cock.  Her pussy lips were already spread wide by the chains and he pushed it just inside her pussy.  "You pussy can't wait to be filled."  He put the nipple into the plastic cups and pushed the button that started the suction.  He watched as her long nipples begin to fill the cups, stretching to go inside the cup, forced into smaller and smaller places as they were pulled in.  Her felt her body jerk as they began to run over the needled deep inside the cup.  "You have such beautiful nipples, Maris.  The machine will suck them and keep them very hard.  My fingers will masturbate your clit for your first cum.  After that the machine will take over."  His fingers moved over her clit as he pushed another button on the machine.  The cock began the rape of her pussy. Maris's tried to push aside, but her body could only move about an inch as she felt the cock begin to push relentlessly into her pussy.  Her flesh felt speared as it thrust in, then out, then back in again, only this time deeper.  It began to fill her, spreading her pussy walls as it fucked her.  Not a human, flesh cock, but a man made, machine cock, that would force her to orgasm in front of everyone.  A finger began to rub over her clit, making it harder.  The straps holding her loosened, allowing her to move in cadence with the cock inside her. "That's a good girl, Daddy wants to see his little girl fuck back on the machine cock.  Bounce up and down, take it deeper," the trainer's fingers continuing the masturbation of her clit.  "Look at all those men, their cocks hard as they watch your get ready to cum."

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Silent Witness by Pippinacious

Cassandra’s case came to me in a discreet, padded envelope delivered right to my door. I'd been expecting it for days after I got a call from Detective Smitty requesting my transcription services. A brief note had been included, telling me that Smitty, a ten year old girl, and her court appointed caregiver were present, that it was a child abuse case, and that they needed a copy of my transcription by the end of the week.

Nothing really out of the ordinary when it came to my police files. I'd been freelancing for the local PD and state agencies for so long that they didn't feel it necessary to give me any more guidance or instruction than that.

I plugged in the USB stick containing the interview’s audio recording and opened up my software. It was a little over forty five minutes, fairly short, but unsurprising when a kid was involved, and I positioned my hands over my keyboard and my foot over the pedal that allowed me to start, pause, and rewind the software. I allowed myself a moment, just one, to brace for whatever I was about to hear. Child abuse cases, especially when told directly by the victims, were always the hardest.

It started out the same all the others, with the detective introducing himself, the case number, the date and time, and those present. Smitty had a rock-steady, precise way of speaking that I greatly appreciated while I typed up his words. He asked the caregiver, Matilda Sanchez, to recite her agency’s case number and to state her full name and position for the record. After she had done so, his attention turned to the little girl.

“Can you say your name nice and loud, sweetheart?” He asked. I was always impressed with how quickly he could switch between cop and fatherly figure.

The response that followed was mumbled and intelligible and Smitty asked her to repeat it.

“Cassandra Vitorski,” she said. Her voice was tiny and afraid and I imagined her to look very much like she sounded; nervous and tense and small.

“Did Ms. Matilda tell you why you're here? Ok, you're nodding, that's good, but can you say your answer out loud?”

“Yes,” Cassandra answered just loud enough for the recording to pick up.

It was just about the last thing she said during the entire interview.

Detective Smitty asked her about her daddy and mommy, about her home life, about the bruises that the teachers had noticed, but every one was followed by a long silence. After the first twenty minutes or so, I just started to relax my hands and give my fingers a break during those stretches, but I still listened carefully in case she decided to say anything.

Throughout the recording, I had noticed and tried to ignore an incessant little background hum in those silences, assuming it was just the microphone picking up a fan or something. As the interview went on, however, I was finding it harder to brush it off. It wasn't that it was becoming louder, it was something else, something that it took me a few rewinds to realize.

“Can you tell us about the black eye you had last week? How'd you get that?” Smitty asked for the fifth time.

I cranked up the volume during Cassandra’s silence and pressed my headset down firmly over my ears, straining to listen. That background noise continued, but turned up so high, I could finally begin to make it out.

It wasn't a hum I was hearing. It was someone breathing.

It could have been Cassandra, I guessed, but there was a subtle guttural quality that didn't seem to match up with the rabbit-like voice I'd heard before. This type of breathing didn't sound scared; it sounded riled.

Matilda, then, I told myself, or even Smitty! No doubt they'd be getting frustrated with the lack of answers. But it continued even when either of them were speaking.

“Tell.”

It was just a single word, whispered quickly between breaths and then lost beneath Smitty’s voice, but I jumped when I heard it.

I paused the recording and gave myself a good shake. I was being ridiculous. That wasn't breathing, and if it was, it had to belong to one of the three people in the room. Hell, little Cassandra had bad asthma and always sounded like a chain smoker for all I knew. And “Tell”? I seriously doubted I'd heard that at all. It was just my subconscious urging the poor child to open up.

I rewound the recording a bit, just after the “Tell” would have been, stomped on the play button on my foot pedal, and started typing again. I only had about fifteen minutes left to transcribe and then I could forget about it.

Detective Smitty was as patient as ever, asking his questions and giving Cassandra some time to answer even when it was clear she wouldn't. Matilda tried to help to coax the little girl to talk every so often, but it never worked. All the while, that sound continued in the background, unacknowledged by anyone in the room.

“Is there anything you want to tell us about your parents, Cassandra?” Smitty asked about forty minutes in.

“Tell.”

That word again, whispered and low. And then the sound that I was so sure wasn't breathing became a deep throated growl that almost made me knock my headset off.

“We want to help you,” Matilda said gently over the snarling.

“Bad girl,” a man’s voice shouted suddenly into my ears. “Why are you so stupid?”

“You little bitch!” It was a woman now, screeching angrily.

The voices rose in a whirlwind, back and forth, screaming obscenities and insults so loudly that the interview was almost drowned out completely. Still, the detective carried on with his questions like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

And then Cassandra started to cry.

“No, no, no!” She shouted.

Immediately, the voices and the growling and the breathing stopped, until the only thing on the recording was the sounds of the detective and the caregiver trying to comfort the little girl. The interview came to a very quick end.

I took my headset off and tossed it on to my keyboard, trying to shake off the chill that had worked its way up my body like a constricting snake. I tried to reason away everything that I'd heard, the microphone could have picked up a fight from another room, the growling was, somehow, from a nearby K9 unit, the breathing really was just one of the three people present, but they all fell flat.

I called the station and asked for Smitty.

“Did you listen to the recording before you sent it?” I asked as casually as I could.

“Our clerk did, he signed off on it, why?”

“He said it was fine?”

“S’far as I know. Everything ok, Elle?”

“Yeah. There was just some...background noise. Hey, do you think I could check out the video of the interview? I want to match up some audio I wasn't sure on.”

“When do you want to come by?”

“Is now ok?”

“I'll let the guys know to expect you.”

I wasn't sure what I was looking for even as I was sitting down in the cramped audiovisual office at the precinct. A confirmation that I wasn't going crazy, perhaps. The video did little to calm that concern. It featured exactly zero weird breathing or inexplicable voices. In it, Cassandra sat at a table between Smitty and Matilda while they questioned her. Her attention, though, was on the small stuffed monkey in her lap.

She was petting it with increasing agitation, her eyes cast downwards and fixed on the monkey. As the interview wore on, I noticed she kept putting a hand over the monkey’s mouth and shaking her head slightly, subtle movements that seemed in line with the rest of her fidgety behavior. The word “Tell” echoed in the back of my mind as I watched her pinch its mouth between her thumb and forefinger.

“That's just confirmation bias or something,” I said aloud in my car on my way home. “I thought I heard stuff on the recording, so I was looking for weird stuff in the video. It was just a kid playing with her stuffed animal. That was it. I'm letting these cases get to me, I just need a fucking vacation.”

I wasn't about to start believing in talking stuffed monkeys and I definitely wasn't going to tell anyone about it.

When I got home, I saved my transcription to the USB stick and immediately mailed it back to Smitty. It was supposed to be the last I heard of Cassandra and her case.

And then I received the request to act as court reporter for the trial of Mr. and Mrs. Stan Vitorski. I would have refused, I wanted to, but freelance work is a fickle mistress and turning down a job when you had availability was unwise at best. My need for a steady income outweighed my desire to avoid a child’s toy.

Cassandra and her monkey were present for the trial, sitting just behind the prosecutors’ table in the gallery. She was waxy and pale and miserable. I did my best to not look at her while I set up my equipment, a little steno machine and earphones that were fed by the microphones placed around the courtroom.

The trial got underway and I was so focused on my work that any trepidation I'd had melted away. The prosecutors, never able to get Cassandra to tell her side, presented a case built entirely on physical evidence. They had photos and medical reports and testimonials from those close to the family. The Vitorskis were painted as short tempered and cold towards their daughters, witnesses said they'd seem Stan drag his daughter roughly around the yard, that they'd frequently heard yelling and that Cassandra always seemed to have fresh bruises that she tried to cover up.

One neighbor even said they'd heard Camila, Cassandra’s mom, threaten to kill her.

It seemed like an easy case right up until the defense team took over. The Vitorskis were a wealthy couple and they'd spared no expense in hiring some of the slimiest attorneys I'd ever seen. They were tenacious bulldogs, tearing apart witnesses and attacking credibility. Cassandra wasn't a victim; she was a strong willed child who refused to listen and was constantly getting into trouble. She loved nothing more than pushing her parents’ buttons and would go so far as to hurt herself to garner outside sympathy.

My skin actually started to crawl when her dad to the stand in his own defense and dabbed dramatically at the corner of his eye with a tissue. Just looking at him, I doubted he even knew how to cry.

“She's my little girl, of course I love her,” his voice filled my earphones and my fingers stopped working for a second. I knew that voice, I recognized it! It was the man’s voice I'd heard shouting over the recording.

“Liar.”

I knew that voice too, whispered and quiet as it was. No one else seemed to have heard it. No one except for the little girl in the front row, who was shaking her head and looking down at the stuffed monkey in her lap.

He continued on about Cassandra’s misdeeds that led to them having to discipline her, and after each new excuse, I'd hear it again.

“Liar.”

Unlike on the recording, where it had sounded urgent and agitated, the voice now sounded angry, and it was only getting louder.

“Liar!”

I tried to keep up with Mr. Vitorski, I tried not to let that inexplicable growl distract me, but it was getting harder every moment. Mr. Vitorski would speak, and it would scream, “Liar!”, but nobody other than me or Cassandra reacted, nobody heard it!

“I don't know why she does these things to herself,” Mr. Vitorski was saying, but be was drowned out until my earphones crackled with sharp feedback.

“Liar Liar LIAR!”

I gasped despite myself and tore them off. The court had gone quiet around me and it felt as if every pair of eyes were on me. The judge was looking down from the bench, one brow raised, and I smiled weakly in apology.

“Sorry, your honor,” I said, “technical difficulties.”

In the brief recess that followed, I saw Cassandra slip out of the courtroom with Matilda. She'd left the monkey sitting in her place.

I left one of my ears uncovered when the trial resumed. Mr. Vitorski finished up his testimony rather quickly and it was obvious that serious doubt had been sewn in the jury, putting Cassandra’s case at risk of being thrown out.

The whole time that accusing, vicious voice was silent. Maybe it hadn't been the monkey at all, I thought while the defense prepared for their next witness, maybe it had been Cassandra herself. Both options seemed equally ludicrous and I wondered how could I be sitting in a courtroom, thinking about such fanciful nonsense.

Children and stuffed animals didn't project phantom voices. I was a rational, logical adult; I knew better than that.

Then why was I hearing the word “Die” being whispered, over and over, into the ear covered by my earphone?

The defense attorney had stopped talking mid sentence.

“Die, die, die,” the voice continued to whisper, low and steady.

The defense attorney turned and walked back to the table where the Vitorskis and the rest of the defense team were seated. The judge asked what he was doing.

“Just a moment, your honor,” the attorney said.

“Die, die, die,” the voice in my earphone didn't rise in volume, didn't sound gleeful or angry. It only sounded determined.

The defense attorney plucked a pen from the breast pocket of his suit jacket. He uncapped the tip and let the cap fall to the floor.

“Die, die, die!”

Before anyone realized what he was doing, the attorney had leapt upon Mr. Vitorski, knocking both of them to the floor. His arm rose and fell, plunging the pen into his client’s throat over and over again until his hand was dripping red. Security were charging across the room, trying to get to him, Mrs. Vitorski was screaming and flailing, every one was out of their seats and running for the door.

“Die, die, die!”

The second defense attorney seated beside Mrs. Vitorski took her by the arm and she turned to him. She was still screaming when he drove his own pen into her eye.

Chaos had broken out all around me. The judge was trying and failing to restore some semblance of order while the bailiffs pinned the two, very confused looking attorneys to the ground. Blood was pooling beneath them.

The Vitorskis were silent now, both very still except for the occasional twitch of a limb.

Through it all, my gaze was drawn back to the little stuffed monkey sitting alone and upright in a chair and I would swear that his black button eyes were fixed on me.

“Safe now,” the voice whispered through my earphone.

I doubt I'll hear such a note of satisfaction ever again.

[tai-janai]

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[tai-janai]

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