I thought life was pretty bad before Mom brought Edward home. I would learn over the next months that my life up ’til then was heaven compared to what life with Edward turned out to be.
In some ways, I grew up pretty fast. I can’t remember a time when Mom wasn’t drinking or drunk, I really can’t. Somehow I learned how to find food, cook it, and eat fairly well. I learned how to scrounge clothes, keep them and myself clean. And I learned how to make myself disappear into the woodwork when Mom came home with the strange men she would pick up at the bars she worked in or hung out at.
Years ago, Mom brought home this “creature” who looked more like a bear than a man. He grabbed me as I tried to duck out the door and said to Mom, “Cute little cunt. I’ll give you $10 extra if ya let me finger fuck ‘er.” Mom said sure, told me to strip, and stood there laughing as the man mauled my body and my pussy. It was after that incident that I learned how to hide—and hide quick—when I heard a key in the door.
I remember when Mom brought Edward home, and just my luck I was in the bathtub and didn’t hear them come in. This guy came charging into the bathroom with his limp cock hanging out, stopped, and took a long look at me with his mouth hanging open. Then he started licking his lips like he was looking at something good to eat. I tried to cover myself with a washcloth and figure out how to get out of there. The “bear” from years ago looked like a friendly dwarf compared to this guy! He was 6’4, around 280 pounds (mostly muscle, with a small beer gut), bald, scarred, and nasty-looking. He finally said, “Well ain’t you the pretty little thing, what are ya, 21?” (I always did look younger than my age—tiny breasts, youthful face, still do God help me.)
Mom came up behind him and said, “Nah, she’s grown, another year and I can put the bitch out.” The man kept looking at me and licking his lips until Mom pulled him out the door. “C’mon, you can piss in the sink and then ya fuck me like I promised.” He backed out, still staring hard at me. I jumped out of the tub, dressed as quick as I could, and ran out of the house. I spent the night in a nearby park.
To my surprise, Mom brought Edward home again, and again, and again, ’til Edward finally moved in. The first couple of weeks, though I didn’t like Edward, I felt grateful. Life and home took on a sort of normal look. We started living the way my friends seemed to live. Edward made Mom stay at home when she wasn’t working, and he brought in groceries for me to fix meals with on a regular basis. He made Mom help me clean up the house, and even had her buy me some new clothes.
The downside was that sometimes I would be washing dishes, and I’d turn around and Edward would have snuck behind me, watching me and rubbing that HUGE bulge in his pants. Once he asked me if I liked to fuck, and when I told him I was a virgin and planned to stay that way, Mom told him about how she had let the “bear” finger-fuck me for $10. Edward laughed and said if it had been him, I’d have been more than finger-fucked. “Don’t nothin’ feel as good as havin’ my dick up a nice fresh tight pussy. Certainly wouldn’t have passed up the chance at virgin snatch!” He and Mom almost bust a gut laughing at that!
Edward had been there about a month when the “honeymoon” period for me ended. Mom was getting ready for work when Edward said, “It’s time Dawn starts earnin’ her keep, wouldn’t you say babe?” Mom nodded.
“I think I’ll stop by Edna’s house on the way home from work. She ain’t been feelin’ too well. I may stay with her for awhile—may stay gone ’til Monday.”
“Good,” Edward said, “that’ll work out just fine. Me and Dawn gonna have some…..” My heart was up in my throat. I knew what was coming, I don’t know how I knew, but I knew. I felt like I was going to faint.
“Mom…,” I started.
“Edward’s been real good to us, Dawn. Now you be good to him.” And she just walked out the door!
I looked at her retreating back, watched the door close, and heard Edward growl, “Get ya clothes off. I’m gonna teach ya how to be a slut!”
For a moment, I measured the distance between myself and the door. For a moment, my eyes strayed to the kitchen, and I measured the distance between myself and the butcher knives. But those moments were long enough for Edward to close the distance between us and grab me by my hair. He yanked my hair hard, first down, then up to look into his face. At the risk of sounding corny, I have to tell you that his face gave meaning to the phrase “pure evil”—a mask of lust and determination. “Look at me, bitch. You strip now. Make it sexy, or I’ll beat the shit out of you and still rape the daylights out of you.” He let go of my hair and shoved me to the floor.
I got up and began stripping slowly, making myself move as I’d seen strippers in movies dance. I looked at Edward and saw that I was pleasing him. When all my clothes were off, I stood waiting for his next order. “Finger yourself, Dawn. Get your pussy nice and hot and wet for me.” I began to rub myself, stroking my clit and sticking a finger in my pussy. “Now stop, and stay right there. You move, I’ll hurt you bad. You be a good girl, and you’ll be alright.” I stayed put as Edward went into Mom’s room.
When he returned, he was naked, and I saw for the first time in my life a man’s hard, erect cock. I had nothing to compare it to, but it looked HUGE. I couldn’t imagine that thing going where my small finger had been without splitting me open. Edward was carrying some rope and a bottle of baby oil. With his free hand, he pushed me toward the card table that served as our dining room table. “Sit up on the table.” I got on the table. Edward put the rope beside me. Then with both hands he laid me down so my legs were hanging down. He bent and tied each of my legs to a leg of the table, then stood up.
Grinning at me, he picked up the baby oil, put some in his hand, and began rubbing his cock with it. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a petite girl like you. Now with your tiny breasts and tight little body, this’ll be perfect.” He grabbed his cock and began rubbing the head on the outside of my pussy. “Now, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to put this into you—just the head—and tease your pussy until you beg me to really fuck you. You understand?” I nodded. “All right then, here we go!” Edward slid his cock against the lips of my pussy a bit more and, when it was thoroughly lubricated, began inserting it so just the head was engulfed. The pressure was odd and uncomfortable, but not yet painful. Edward reached down and began rubbing my clit. “Does that feel good?” It did—it felt so good. “Yes, it feels very good.”
“Being fucked feels even better,” Edward pushed a little more, “so ask me to fuck you.” “Please,” I whimpered. “Please what, bitch?” came the reply. “You know…. Please.” “No I don’t know… Say it!” “Please…” “Please what? I can keep this up for a good long time. Now say it! Beg me to fuck you! Beg me to let you have some more cock in you.” “Please… Please fuck me,” I whispered. “What? I couldn’t hear you. Speak louder!”
“PLEASE…. PLEASE FUCK ME!!!” I finally got the words out. Edward said, “That’s what I wanted to hear… You finally begged!! Now you’re going to get the fucking you so badly want and need…we gonna have some FUN!!”
Putting a hand on each of my hips, Edward suddenly pushed forward and with great force shoved the entire length of his hard, thick, long cock violently and deeply into me. I screamed in pain. “That’s what I want to hear—scream, Dawn! Scream!”
And with that the fucking began. At first his thrusts were slow but hard, long, and deep. And I swear, it felt with each thrust that his dick got thicker! “Oh God, PLEASE! Stop! It hurts so much!” Tears rolled down my face. Edward paused, took a hand off my hip to wipe the tears, put the hand to his mouth, and licked them off.
“Better than any drug,” he sighed. Then he put his hand back on my hip and resumed his violent, brutal fucking with harder thrusts than before.
“Scream, baby! Scream! I need to hear you screeamm…” I couldn’t help myself—I screamed! Edward began to thrust harder! It seemed my terror and distress made him harder; my screams turned him on more and more; my tears gave him more energy. He thrust and plunged into me like a machine, laughing and grunting and moaning in time to my cries of pain. Then he slowed, drawing the long length of that piston-like dick slowly out until it was almost totally out…and then he RAMMED it back in. Slow slide, SLAM. He kept repeating these strokes, stabbing into me with savage force, ramming deep, smashing his body into me again and again, all the time laughing with insane joy.
Then Edward gripped my hips hard, beginning to jerk and twist his huge cock inside me, laughing at my whimpers and cries, enjoying the pain he was causing. He threw his hips forward hard, thrusting his massive cock into me until I thought it was going to come out the top of my head, pounding and punishing my pussy with his hard manhood.
“Yeaaahhhh. How’s it feel, babe? How’s it feel with a real man’s big cock in your belly? OOOOOOOoooooooo you feel so good, so hot. I think I love yooouuuuuu….” He fucked me with hard, brutal strokes; the pain was almost unbearable. I felt like I was being ripped open from the crotch inward. And his hard body hitting my clit gave me waves of pleasure amid the punishment. Edward didn’t slow down as he rutted into me. “SOOOOO goooooddddddssssUh, yeahhhh!” he grunted, thrusting harder still and giving me more pain and pleasure! His thrusts became harder, longer, and slower, and I found my arms of their own will holding onto Edward, as if urging him deeper. Suddenly he sped up, and I came as he came with a series of hard, sharp thrusts.
Edward bent and licked the tears from my face. “Oh yeah, that was good. And the night is still young—you still have a few more lessons to go and then you’ll be the perfect cockslave.” Edward withdrew his now-soft cock and, leaving me tied to the table, walked over to the phone. He picked it up, looked at me, and said, “But first, I’ve got to get you some more instructors.” Then he walked into the kitchen with the phone, leaving me lying there in fear and pain.
II
When Edward came back into the room, he stood between my legs again. His cock was hard, and he began rubbing it against the lips of my pussy. “I was looking forward to being the first one to shove my cock up your ass, but money talks, and looks like the honor is going to another man. I’ll still be there though, to listen to your screams.” Edward grinned evilly. “In fact, if things work out right, this is gonna be a night of extreme pleasure for me, and a lot of pain for you!” And with that, Edward shoved the full length of his hard, thick cock suddenly and violently into my pussy. With his hands cupped under my butt, he began slamming into me like a battering ram, pounding relentlessly. This was just as painful as the first time! His breath came in loud gulps and hisses. He grunted and moaned obscenely, his cock pumping in and out relentlessly. I couldn’t cry anymore; I just stared at the ceiling, letting the pain take me away, waiting for it to be over.
Edward slammed into me one final time and screamed, “NNAAHHGGGAAAOOOOHH!!” I could feel his cock spasm, then hot cum flowed out of me and ran down my ass! It seemed like buckets of the stuff. “OOOHHHRRGGAAA!! AAAAAHHH!! AAAAAHH!! UUGGNNN! UUUUAAA! UUUUAAA! UUHHH! UUHH!” He jerked hard into me, then stood there admiring his handiwork. “You didn’t scream too much this time, babe. I like it better when you scream.” He reached down and rammed a fist into my thigh. I screamed. “That’s better! Now when the guys get here, you’re 21, understand? Now get up and make yourself look sexy.” Edward untied my legs, helped me off the table, and I went to wash myself and get ready.
I put on a pink sundress I kept for rare outings, pink panties, and fixed my hair. When the doorbell rang, I heard muffled voices, then “Dawn, get your ass out here NOW!”
I came out to see the living room crowded with men, Edward standing among them grinning like a crazy person. My heart sank. Every one of them had that same look Edward had just before he raped me.
“Ain’t she pretty? She’s all ours, our own little fuck toy!”
One of the men, even taller than Edward by at least six inches, said, “Ain’t enough room here to fuck her properly. Why don’t we take her to my studio, where we can do her in proper style AND film the event?”
There were a few grumbles, but most approved, so Edward shoved me out the door and handed me to two of his cronies, who picked me up and threw me into the back of a pickup truck, then climbed in beside me. The men held on tight as the truck moved out behind the other cars, as if they knew I would try to jump. I would have, especially on the Interstate—death might have been preferable to what these men had in store.
III
We pulled up in front of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. I was led inside. Just to the left of the entrance was a large room with the biggest bed I’d ever seen and one huge mirrored wall. The really big guy walked up to me and, with a quick jerk, tore my dress off. “I wish I coulda busted your pussy, but bustin’ your ass is gonna be fun.”
“Make her scream, Joe,” Edward said.
“You’re sick, Edward,” someone laughed as Joe led me to the bed.
“The way I want to do this,” Joe said, “is to have a cock in her pussy while I’m bustin’ her ass.”
The men acted like schoolboys volunteering. “Let me!” “I’ll do it!” “Hey man, I’m nice an’ hard!”
Joe waited a minute and said, “Phil, you get on the bed and lie on your back.” Then, seeming to speak to the mirror, “You boys ready to film back there?” A muffled yes satisfied him. “Okay, Dawn, you do exactly like I tell you, and I won’t hurt you more than necessary, okay? I don’t want to have to punch your lights out!” I nodded.
“Okay, now. Dawn, I want you to get on top of Phil. Climb on your knees and put the head of his cock in your pussy.”
Phil undressed and lay down, his huge cock sticking up and twitching. I did as told, Phil guiding the head between my tender lips and letting my weight push his cock up into me.
The men gathered around, and someone pushed me down until my chest met Phil’s. At least two men held me there, putting pressure on my back and holding my arms so I couldn’t move.
Suddenly, I felt cool lotion on my ass entrance. A finger probed and thrust up into my rectum. I let out a cry of pain. “That hurts… Stop… Please…”
“No way, baby. I got the lucky draw, sweetheart, and I’m gonna fuck you in the ASS!”
“OOWWWW… No… Please No… Ow… Stop… Please…” I begged, knowing my pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Boys, watch as I show you the proper way to bust a virgin ass!” Joe positioned himself behind me, aiming at my rear entrance. The head touched me, and I tried uselessly to get away.
“Man, do you really think she can take that thing?” someone asked.
“Sure, man… and if she can’t, well too bad! Do it, man. Fuck that tight virgin ass!” Edward laughed.
“She’ll take every one of my 12 inches, I promise you,” Joe laughed, “and still be good for plenty of fuckin’!” He began pressing forward. Someone held my ass cheeks apart as Joe slowly impaled me. With a sudden pop, the head broke through. “Oh wow, you guys should feel how good this is.”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW….IT HURTS SO BAD…… PLEASE DON’T…” I screamed, but Joe kept pressing. Slowly his cock sank deeper. “The heat and tightness of her ass is sooooooo sweeeeet.” My cries and struggles added to their enjoyment. I couldn’t move—held down, ass held open. Suddenly Joe paused, leaned over, breathed in, and gave one last hard thrust.
“AAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed at the blinding pain. The pain was unbelievable. I forgot Phil was still inside my pussy—compared to my ass, it was nothing!
“SHIT!! FUCK!!! GOD DAMN… THIS GIRL IS TIGHT!!!” Joe had fit his whole 12 inches. “OH MAN… THIS WON’T TAKE LONG!” He pulled slowly out and violently pushed back in, again and again. Then he fell forward, resting his weight on my back and speeding up.
The blinding pain subsided a bit, but a burning sensation remained deep in my ass. Joe’s thrusts hurt, but I didn’t feel like blacking out anymore. Phil tried to thrust from below, struggling under the weight.
The other men stood back, watching Joe rape my ass and Phil try to fuck my pussy.
“NOW! NOW! NOW!!…. YAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Joe shouted. His penis expanded and blasted hot wetness deep into my ass. With each blast he slammed forward, trying to go deeper! He thrust so hard my body rammed upward, and Phil’s cock popped free.
Joe lifted off me, then Phil pushed me off. I lay face down on the bed and sobbed as Edward called, “NEXT!”
