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Betrayal

by Kallie 14:28:07:

Part One: the set-up

It began innocently enough-flirting, friendly, if a bet sexual, banter in an internet chat room. Kallie was bored, stagnating in her marriage. Oh, Michael was a good man, a good provider, but his work took him away often, and Kallie craved the attention of more than their 6 month old daughter. And so she chatted.

Meeting a man like Matthew in the chat room was exactly what Kallie had been hoping for-or so she thought. Charming, witty, funny. He flattered her, praised her, made her feel sexy for the first time in a long while. She began anticipating their chats together, sitting eagerly before her computer, waiting for his name to appear on the chatters list. The relationship progressed, and she began to share with him her feelings of frustration, boredom with her life. She explained her husband's long absences, her loneliness. He listened attentively, seemingly sympathetic.

Then came the exchange of pictures-hers via email, but, because Matthew claimed to not have a scanner, she gave him her address, asked him to mail her a photograph. And then he disappeared. Stopped coming to the chat room. Her emails were returned undeliverable. Her newfound excitement was over-or so she thought.

Part Two: the meeting

Matthew sat patiently behind the wheel, watching the house in the days fading light. For days now, they had parked here. Watched, waited. But today-today was the day, Michael was loading his suitcases in the trunk of his sedan. "You see?" Matthew smiled to his companions in the van, "Didn't I tell you?" Down the walk, Kallie accompanied Michael to his car. Kissed him chastely on the cheek, waved goodbye as he pulled away. Kallie returned to the house, leaving the door open behind her, let the good smells of spring freshen the house.

The baby sleeping, Kallie drew her bath, removing the ribbon to allow her long, pale blond hair to swing free. Sliding her jeans over her hips, she paused to look in the mirror. Belly still firm, breasts still full and perky. She turned around, glanced over her shoulder at her round, lovely ass. Running her hands over it, she squeezed the cheeks, smiling softly. Turning, she stopped the water, poured oil in, swished it around. Stepping in, she sighed-she would come tonight-probably more than once. How sad that Michael couldn't, wouldn't do that for her.

Stretching in the tub, laying back, she let her hands explore. Closed her eyes as she squeezed her breasts. One hand trailed down her belly, over her moons, and parted her lips. Her legs spread slightly, allowing deeper access. She moaned, thumb seeking out her clit as her middle finger pushed, slid into her. Back arching, she began fucking herself with her hand, fingers driving in and out, hips bucking rhythmically. She didn't hear the garage open-she was writhing under the hard rhythm of her own hand. She didn't hear the squeak of the kitchen door-she was shouting with her orgasm, shuddering with the release.

Matthew and his companions looked around the house, eyes lingering on the trappings of wealth. "Great catch, Mattie," one whispered, patting Matthew on the back. "We haven't caught her yet," Matthew whispered in return, smiling, "let's do it." They moved silently toward their target-the circuit box in the hall. Stealthily, Matthew opened it, flipped the breaker. Darkness.
"Shit!" Kallie dropped the towel she'd been drying her hair with, stood uncertainly, clad only in panties and a bra in the blackness. "Damn you, Michael, you said you'd have that fixed!" Cautiously feeling her way down the hall, she sensed rather than saw her attackers. She backed slowly away, hands seeking for a weapon, for escape. A hand over her mouth, more hands catching her flailing arms, legs. The men laughed harshly, and her body shrank from the sound of duct tape being whipped from the roll. Kallie redoubled her struggles, bucking and twisting as first her arms, then her legs were forced together, roughly taped. Then a fist connected hard with her temple and she swooned. Damp panties torn off, forced into her mouth. Kallie moaned, tasting herself on the white cotton panel. She squirmed weakly, tried to wriggle from their grasp as she was lifted, carried out the kitchen door and into the garage. Eyes adjusting to the dark, she saw the van, began to scream in vain against the her wet panties in her mouth. She remembered the self-defence classes, she knew that being forced into a vehicle was certain rape and probably death.

Van door slamming shut, engine starting. Kallie whipped her head violently as the men pulled her panties from her mouth, forced a black leather hood over her face, brank into her mouth, locking it securely in back. Pawing hobbles securing her wrists behind her, ankles together. Chain connecting the two, leaving her on her knees, hands and feet together behind her. Pushed back, cold iron collar roughly affixed 'round her neck, chain to her hands and feet. Her terror became frenzy at the implication-leather mask? Collar? Dear God, who were these men, and why? Why her? Lunging forward, she made a blind try for-for what? Freedom? How would she escape? The van felt to be hurtling down the road. Kallie prayed the police would stop them for speeding.

All thoughts of rescue left her head when a calloused hand thrust itself between her legs. Pinching, probing. She squealed, gagged on the brank, struggled in vain to escape the violent invasion. Raucous laughter, tugging and tearing at her bra. Rough hands squeezing her breasts. A cry of triumph when milk wept from her nipples. Lips, sucking, teeth biting, drawing her milk from her fleshy, heaving tits. Humiliated, she began to sob helplessly.

"Hey, now," Matthew's voice cut through the revelry, "Undamaged. Unused. Plenty of time for fun once the job is done." A chorus of disappointment, but the men backed off. Kallie sank back on her ankles, relieved yet terrified, wondering what the "job" was and what would be done to her.

The ride was endless, Kallie's knees cried out, her shoulders cramped violently from being pulled back so sharply. The road went from smooth to bumpy and pitted, and Kallie knew they had turned onto a dirt road. Every jarring yard made her muscles scream, left her whimpering through her nose. Occasionally a hand would snake over, pinch her ass, and twist her nipples. Violent and unexpected, she squirmed in horror.

Part Three: ready, set

Kallie's head lolled in agonized exhaustion. Her mind stumbled from place to place-the baby? Was the baby okay? Was he hungry? She thought of the men sucking her milk from her and shuddered. How could they take that from her? She thought of Michael, handsome, sweet Michael. How could she have been unsatisfied, why didn't she appreciate him as she should have? When the van finally rolled to a stop, her body tensed. Laugher and shouted greetings from outside met with answers from within. Kallie was lifted, carried, every muscle shrieking with the motion. She struggled weakly against them, gagged with every attempt to scream. The men were cheerful, boisterous, talking about her as though she were a piece of meat, a thing;
"Ah, it's very nice."
"Oh, good job-he will be pleased with it."
"Matthew, you've outdone yourself-outstanding piece."
Matthew? Kallie's mind snapped to attention. MATTHEW? No, it couldn't be. A door opened, closed, a lock clicked home. Stairs. The chain binding her ankles to wrists was removed, and she screamed, choked with the pain of motion. Placed in a chair, her ankles chained to a ring in the floor. Collar secured to the back. Knees bound to the arms-she was totally vulnerable, laid open to them. They moved around her, commented, touched in a cool, impersonal way that terrified her even more than the earlier abuse she had suffered. A hand on her pussy, a snapped finger.
"Get me the clippers and a razor-he wants it bald-makes shit easier, and looks better in the pictures."

Kallie squirmed as the clippers set to buzzing, tried to scoot her private place away, struggled to close her thighs.

"You want to get cut?" The man wielding the clippers smiled lazily-this was old hat to him, Kallie was just one in a long line, "You keep wiggling like that, you will get cut."

Kallie moaned through the brank, but stopped squirming. The man knelt before her, dispassionately, and went to work. Within minutes, Kallie's pussy was smooth, bare. The man patted her on the thigh, smiling as she jumped.

"That's a good girl. Very nice." Rising, he turned and called out, "alright, clean her out."

New hands, rough, mean. And the tube being shoved up her ass, hot liquid coursing into her, filling her until she felt she would explode. And then the release, the liquid exploding back out of her. Kallie was horrified-not just at the humiliation of being 'cleaned out,' but at the understanding of the implications. Someone was going to rape her ass. She knew that, and was terrified. Michael had tried that once-gently, with lube, fingers patiently working her open.. It had been agonizing.

Then a needle in her arm, and suddenly she was very weak. She felt her bonds being loosened, but could not struggle. Couldn't even open her eyes. But she could feel, hear. Collar, hood and brank removed. Being dressed, a corset, garter belt, stockings. Thong panties, spike heels. And a dress? Yes, a dress, white lace, sweet, virginal. Someone applying makeup, taking great care to apply the deep crimson lipstick perfectly. Hair being brushed, styled. And then being carried to another room, draped over a frame, on her knees. Jaws forced open with a spreader, wrists and thighs manacled to the frame. Her head secured to prevent any motion. The sounds of people, mostly men, some women. What were they talking about? Cameras? "Oh dear God," Kallie thought, "it's a snuff film. They're going to rape me, then kill me."

Part Four: my pets

"Bring the bitch in!" Kallie jumped slightly. She was just coming around, just able to move again-as much as that was possible, all things considered. She whined inarticulately through the jaw spreader. Her eyes squinted in the bright lights-spotlights. The door opened, and a heavy, impossibly tall black man led in a dog. A female dog.

"She's going to make you pretty to the boys," the man laughed as he lead the bitch over. He reached down, grasped the bitch's genitals. "She's in heat, you see." He rubbed, then brought his now wet hand to Kallie's face. Kallie began to scream in dawning horror-dogs. Oh, sweet Jesus, no, not dogs. Oh, let me die. The man repeated the motion three times, each time bringing more of the bitch's wetness to Kallie's helpless mouth, placing his slippery fingers inside, rubbing the scent on her tongue, her cheeks, carefully covering her trembling red lips with it. Then he rose, lead the bitch behind Kallie and did it again, this time carrying the bitch's slime to Kallie's quivering pussy, sliding his finger in again and again to put more of the bitch in her. Smearing more around the lips of her pussy, even forcing some into her protesting ass. Kallie squealed, struggled in vain to free her. The black man smiled, gave Kallie's ass a gentle pat. "This is my favourite part of the job, " he smiled, "Seeing you sweet white bitches used by my dogs-my DOGS. I want you to think about that, you whore."

The black man led the bitch away, and the bustling around Kallie became fevered. Cameras angled, lights adjusted. And then the call, "Roll!"

The door opened, and two of the largest dogs Kallie had ever seen ran in. Kallie fought, thrashed as she screamed around the cruel device holding her soft mouth open. A part of her mind stayed strangely calm, wondering, "what kind of dogs are they? Mastiffs? Rottweilers? No, they're huge, what are they?" The dogs made a beeline for Kallie, growling, snapping at each other. Sniffing, licking her face. One of the dogs pushed in close, reared up on his hind legs. Kallie screamed, but the sound was cut off by the giant dog cock squirming into her mouth. Revulsion, horror as the sheath slid back and the huge, slimy thing began working in her mouth. Kallie gagged as it struck the back of her throat again and again, the dog pumping her face frantically. Her dress being nosed up, cold air on her ass. Licking from behind, paws on her hips, another giant cock poking, sliding around between her legs, parting her. Then worming between her cunt lips, swollen and purple as it slid into her, drove in and out at a frenzied pace. Heaving, panting, the dogs humped her face, her pussy. Kallie's muffled, choked screams and cries, her breasts jiggling from the pounding, nearly escaping the sweet dress, the over-tight corset. It went on forever, the dogs grinding away at her, bruising her with their cocks, their claws. And then the explosion of juice in her mouth, hot and sour, endless. Kallie swallowed reflexively, struggling for air as wave after wave of cum filled her mouth, coated her throat, and ran down her chin. The dog dismounted, sniffed at her swelling, lipstick smeared mouth, then walked away. The giant dog's juice glistened on Kallie's abused lips. The dog in her cunt continued pumping away as Kallie grunted from the impact, shaken with every thrust. A camera came in close, capturing Kallie's huge blue eyes, her cum covered face, the juice she hadn't swallowed dribbling from the corners of her tortured mouth. "Beautiful, fucking perfect," she heard someone whisper. And then the dog behind her, inside her, exploded, hot dog cum pouring into her. She could feel its cock twitching, feel the juice spurting against her womb. The dog shuddered, then withdrew, sniffing her ass before wandering away. Thick white semen trickled down her slick thighs. Again, the camera, another one, this time close on her backside, capturing the reddening lips of her pussy, the come dripping from her. Kallie moaned, praying her ordeal was over. It had only begun. Hours, over and over the dogs returned. How many times? Kallie didn't know, though at some point one of the huge, purple cocks found her rectum, pushed violently into her. She felt she was being torn apart as the throbbing, stabbing tool slammed into her again and again. A low cheer rose from the "audience" as the dog ground away at her ass, straining, thrusting, making her bleed. By the time the dogs were finally taken away, Kallie's face, ass, and thighs were all coated in a film of dog jizz. It was in her hair, up her nose, clinging to her eyelashes. Her belly was hot and heavy with it. Her pussy was red and swollen, her thighs rivers of white and pink. Kallie was left there, soaked, sullied, and helpless. Crying softly, she finally succumbed to the exhaustion, the shock of her abuse. She slept.

Part Five: how many men . . . ?

When Kallie awakened, she was being moved roughly. Instinctively she began to thrash, struggle. A hard blow to her tummy and she doubled over. Forced down on her belly, she was bound, wrists and elbows lashed together. She began to beg, only to have a ball gag jammed into her mouth. Ankles encircled with leather cuffs. Dress stripped off her. Being dragged to a shower, hosed down like an animal. Water cold, cruel on her bruised flesh. Shower head forced between her legs, frigid water flushing the dogs off her. Dragged to another room, she was thrown on a bed, collar placed, chain secured, holding her to the bed. And then alone for a while to stare at the now idle cameras, dark lights..

When the men strode in, Kallie cringed. Black, all of them. Kallie had always feared black men, always felt that they would use her viciously if given the chance. Their huge hands, their cruel mouths, their giant cocks. And here they were-seven of them? Eight? The men seemed completely uninterested, talking amongst themselves, to the crew that was streaming in. No one really seemed to notice poor Kallie, bruised and afraid. No one, that is, until the room quieted and that voice called, "Roll!"

Raucous laughter as the men approached.
"Ooh, I can't wait to sink my meat into that sweet, pale bitch!"
"Baby, I'm goanna lay that pink ass wide open with my cock!"
"You still have your tonsils, you cunt? My dick's goanna find out!"

Kallie squirmed, skittered backwards across the bed, trying to escape. The chain caught her up short-long enough to allow them to use her, but far too short to allow for escape. Hands grabbed her roughly, sinking into her soft flesh, yanking her into their midst. Hands groping her breasts, pinching, kneading, pulling. Kallie was thrown roughly onto her belly. She struggled to get her legs under her as a giant black man's weight bore down on her. She could feel his cock seeking, poking at her already aching rectum. It pushed hard, dry against her, and she bucked her hips wildly, trying to dislodge him. He laughed cruelly, his hands encircling her tiny hips, forcing her back onto him, tearing his way into her as she screamed against the ball gag. A centimetre at the time, the man's impossibly thick, long cock impaled her as she squealed, then gagged with the pain. Finally he was all the way in, 8 inched buried in her sweet ass. Her muscles contracted independent of will, her cheeks twitched, jerked. The man laughed, "See? She's doing all the work, little white bitch is fucking me with her ass!" Grabbing her by the hair, he yanked her up, let her almost escape his violation, only to slam her back down on his lap. Hands working under her arms, he grasped her breasts and squeezed violently, lifting her up and smacking her back down with his arms. Kallie continued to struggle, squirm, her hips working from side to side trying to push his swollen, hateful cock from her bleeding ass. Another in front of her-and dear God, his cock was twice as thick! Rough fingers rubbing her pussy, forcing her already swollen lips apart. Then his enormous cock tearing into her. Kallie screaming silently as she was buffeted between the two, a thrust from behind, a slam from in front. She was being lifted from her knees by the power of their heaving. She could feel that thin membrane separating them straining as they moved against each other inside her. And then a hand in her hair, whipping her head to the side. Ball gag removed, replaced by the biggest cock yet. Kallie's jaws strained, she was sure they would break as the huge black tool drove into her face. And then down her throat. Kallie struggled wildly, trying to breathe as the man forced the full length of him down her protesting throat. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he yanked her head back and forth, fucking her face with all his might. His balls smacked her chin with every thrust. Kallie's eyes rolled up as she fought for air. And then he exploded-while the other two were still straining and heaving in her pussy, her ass, the giant cock in her mouth began to twitch crazily, spitting forth what seemed like gallons of thick, hot juice. He pulled her head to his belly, her nose touching him as his huge penis spewed its load into her throat, to her belly. Kallie gagged, struggled as he emptied into her, choking, bringing his black jizz out through her nose. He finally finished, pulling out of her mouth and sitting back, laughing at her.

"You love that nigger cum, don't you, whore? Mmm, tasty? Don't worry, you sweet, pink thing, there's plenty more for you."

Kallie looked down, still gasping, still being rocked by the thrusting of the two who filled her below. When the man in her ass shouted with his cumming, she cried out, feeling him hot in her, knowing that he was loading her ass with his semen. He pulled out, and two more moved in-one for her bloodied ass, one for her swollen mouth. And they were bigger still. Kallie felt her hips would break, her ass would tear wide open as the new man ground his giant cock into her. My God, how big was he? 10 inches? How wide? As big around as her wrist, easily. The other in her mouth, again down her throat. Struggling to breathe as he fucked her face, drove his cock down her constricting throat. The man in her pussy finally came, sending his cum hot and thick into her raw cunt, into her womb. He laughed as he emptied into her.

"Maybe you'll have a nigger baby. If we keep you here long enough, I promise you will. A big nigger baby. Bet you'd like that, you whore."

As he pulled out of her, the new man in her ass called out, "Who wants her tits?" Cock pulled from her mouth as she was yanked back so she was laying on the man whose cock was impaling her. Hands seeking, a new cock in her pussy. Head yanked, turned, and the cock crammed back in, pummelling the back of her throat, then driving all the way down. And then another cock, a man climbing up, straddling her belly, cruelly squeezing her breasts together around him, fucking them. Kallie was filled, covered, the smell of sweat and cum nauseating her, her body being rocked, shaken with the four men, the four giant black cocks using her. Cum spraying her breasts, her neck. Cum shooting in her mouth, on her face. More in her now bleeding pussy, more talk of black babies. More cum in her ass, loaded with it, it squeezed out with her every moan. Her belly full of semen, hard with it. The men took her in shifts, began using her mouth and tits to reharden, then fucking her battered holes with their new erections. Kallie finally passed out as her body was shaken, moved with the force of the fucking.

Part Six: hi-ho, Silver . . .

Kallie awakened to familiar smells of the farm. Sweet hay, musky manure, the heavenly aroma of horses. Disoriented at first, aching. Then realization, swift and cruel. Tied over a frame, arms strapped securely to her sides, legs spread wide, hobbles holding her tight to the cold metal bars. Naked now, nothing covering her bruised, raw flesh. Ball gag back in her mouth, but the taste of the erupting black cocks still fresh. The backs of her thighs, her bright red, sore pussy lips smeared in a bloody looking slime.

The sound of a gate opening, Kallie struggled to see behind her. Nothing, yet she knew someone was there. Looking to her right, her left, she saw men, more cameras. She moaned in fear, wondering what they were going to do to her now.

She heard rather than saw the stallion. Heard his snorting, his lunging. And she knew. She began twisting wildly against her bonds, screaming in vain behind the hateful ball gag. She could smell him now, smell his sweat, his desire. She grew up on a farm, she knew what he possessed, knew it would eviscerate her. As he mounted the breeding frame, Kallie's muffled screams became animal groans as she fought against the cruel leather biting into her flesh, holding her in place for the ripping assault to come. The stallion's giant cock, black and flesh collared, throbbing, began poking at her, seeking entrance to her much too small opening. Sheath pulled back, it glistened in the light, squirmed against her, seeming to have a mind of its own. Parting her lips, running up along her belly before it finally drove home. Kallie gagged, grunted as the sweating stallion began ramming her, beating her with his mighty cock. Kallie was slammed against her bonds, the leather straining under the force of the stallion's rape, but they held, tearing into her flesh as he tore into her pussy. Again and again he thrust, snorting, grunting with pleasure, Kallie again and again slammed against the ties, torn open a little more with each pummelling slam of the huge cock. Blood flowed freely down her thighs as the stallion crashed into her, driving his length so deep that Kallie feared he would open her completely, that she would die with his cock in her womb. And then he exploded, squealing his delight as the gallons of cum spurted into her, hot, agonizing on her raw, bleeding flesh. It poured down her legs as the stallion dismounted, allowed he to be led away. Kallie was left there, moaning, bleeding, her ass, thighs, and legs soaked in the stallion's white semen and her own red blood. Kallie slowly drifted, lost consciousness.

Part Seven: going once, going twice . . .

When she awakened, she was in a small room. Her eyes opened, squinting in the light. Arms bound behind her, ankles linked to her arms, ball gag still firmly in place. Sore-oh, such pain, every move, every breath agony. She looked down at herself, realized she had been dressed in a wedding gown. Sweet, virginal white. A veil on her head, over her face, obscuring view of the swollen lips wrapped around the red rubber ball. Voices, distant. She struggled to hear, to become more awake.

"I can't believe it-someone bought her? With as torn up as she is?"

"Yep-said they didn't care about her cunt, so long as she her ass and mouth still worked."

"Good work-I hate killing them when they're done-I get attached, you know?"

"Well, not sure we're doing her any favours here."

"Who bought her?"

The voices moved away, and Kallie struggled weakly, her aching body crying out with every move. Then they returned, lifting her, forcing her into a trunk. Kallie struggled faintly, moaning against the gag. Her eyes widened and she began thrashing in earnest as she realized whose hands were pushing her down, closing the lid.

"Still got some fight in her, huh?"

"Yes," Michael smiled, "I told you this wife was a winner."

THE END