"Do I have to do this?" Susan protested apprehensively, pausing at the doorway to the bathroom and holding the dark blue robe around her protectively.

"Yes," Julie said firmly from behind, placing a hand on Susan's shoulder and giving her a gentle push forward.

Inside stood Samantha, waiting with an enema bag hanging expectantly from the shower-stall.

"Come on, it's only half-full with no soap," said Sam soothingly, leaning against the stall with a thick woollen robe wrapped tightly around her body. One foot casually smoothed the towel that lay flat beside her.

"But I had several yesterday!" Susan objected weakly as Julie urged her into the room. Her face fell as she got a closer look at the bag that waited for her.

"And you'll need one every day or two until that belt comes off," Sam informed her smoothly. "Now down on all fours and I can have a closer look."

Susan sighed unhappily as she lowered herself onto the towel, sliding off the robe and presenting her rear for inspection. She shivered from the cold, now wearing only the belt and the loose silk top she had slept in; nipples showing clearly through the fabric. Sam crouched down and examined the belt closely.

The belt sat snug against Susan's skin, hiding the twin probes lodged in her nether regions behind a covering of shiny steel. The edges were nicely rounded, but even so her skin was slightly red from wear. Directly between her legs was a small recessed knob that Sam assumed was to release the catheter. Centred over her anus was an inch-wide hole that was plugged neatly with a steel cylinder. The middle of the cylinder was hollow, allowing a straw-sized entrance into the girl's innards. Hidden in the steel tube was a small flap that only allowed water to move inwards.

The cylinder was held in place by a small spring-loaded catch that Sam's deft fingers released, allowing it to slide smoothly from its steel recess. The smooth tip emerged completely from the belt on twin tracks that slid from inside. These allowed the cylinder to exit the belt fully and be rotated out of the way for expulsion, but forced the wearer to replace it later.

"Interesting," Sam mused thoughtfully, sliding the cylinder back into place. She rummaged momentarily through the nearby cupboard.

"I think this nozzle will fit nicely in there," she said, standing up and producing a small white tube which she proceeded to insert into the waiting hole.

"Perfect," she pronounced happily and attached it to the bag. Susan watched over her shoulder tensely. Julie stood by the door, hands self-consciously holding the pale blue robe around her body.

"Ready?" Sam queried as she attached the nozzle once again, pausing with her hand on the clamp.

Susan moaned unhappily and looked away, leaning forwards to lay her head on her arms. Her top slid forward loosely to expose her small breasts, but she didn't notice.

"Good enough," Sam said and released the clamp, allowing the water to flow slowly into Susan's body.

"Ah, that feels nice and warm," she sighed appreciatively, closing her eyes as the relaxing sensation spread through her belly.

Sam sat herself on the edge of the sink, swinging her legs lazily.

"I am so hungry!" she pronounced after a minute of waiting; sliding off the bench and disappearing out of the bathroom. Unsure of what to do, Julie came over and sat down beside Susan.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm okay," Susan replied lazily; eyes still closed. "It's not as bad as yesterday."

"There's no soap this time," Julie told her just as the bag gurgled its' emptiness. She clamped the tube before removing the nozzle with a tug.

Susan rolled over onto her back with a sigh, the loose top bunched up above her breasts. With a start she pulled the top down, blushing in embarrassment.

"Don't worry," said Julie dismissively, her eyes glinting with laughter. "Your breasts are lovely." Susan looked away, her face bright red.

"You really think so?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. Julie raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I do," Julie told her, sliding one hand underneath the soft silk top to cup Susan's left breast.

Susan whimpered at the intimate touch, but didn't resist as Julie gently manipulated the delicate nipple between her fingers.

"Thank you," Susan whispered as Julie withdrew her hand. Her belly murmured loudly, interrupting the moment.

"Jump on the toilet," Julie said, helping Susan up and guiding her onto the toilet, face to the wall.

"Please don't watch," Susan requested unconvincingly, as if she really didn't mind.

"I have to release the catch," Julie replied matter-of-factly; reaching forwards and twisting the little clip on the belt.

The water pressure forced the middle cylinder out sharply, followed by a torrent of fetid water. Susan shut her eyes in shame as she voided herself, flinching with each sound.

"You did great," Julie told the distraught teen, relocking the cylinder after a few minutes.

Susan stood up in relief, but Julie caught her arm and turned her around, sitting her back down on the seat.

"Wait a second," Julie told her, reaching down between Susan's legs once again and giving the small knob there several twists.

Susan squeaked in horror as she began involuntarily emptying her bladder, the hot liquid flowing unimpeded into the waiting toilet. She turned to Julie in panic, but the older girl watched calmly, one hand comfortingly on Susan's shoulder.

Slowly Susan relaxed as the pressure that had been building inside her was released. She liked the older girl; she was so nice and protective towards her. She didn't feel as embarrassed with Julie.

The flow trickled to a halt, so Julie closed the internal valve.

"Thank you," Susan said after a long moment. "I would have had to ask." She smiled weakly.

"Any time," Julie replied, helping her up.

"Hopefully not too often," Susan said with a half-hearted laugh, hitting the flush on the toilet.



The two girls found Sam in the kitchen at the end of the hall. She was sitting patiently beside the toaster.

"I hate walking with this," Susan complained, wriggling inside the tightly tied robe. "The plugs are so uncomfortable." Sam let out a laugh.

"Do they make you horny?" she asked slyly. Susan blushed terribly, looking down at her feet.

"A little," she replied after a moment. "When I move I can't think of anything else but what it feels like."

"Don't go jogging with it on," Sam told her with a meaningful look.

The toast popped suddenly, making Sam jump.

"Stupid thing," she said in mock annoyance, yanking the toast free.

"You need food, Susan. Eat up." She pointed to a stack of jars at the end of the bench and passed Susan a knife. Susan hurriedly slathered jam on her toast and sat down to eat hungrily.

"So what's downstairs?" Julie asked when they were all seated at the table. Samantha shrugged.

"The store," she replied, taking another mouthful of bread.

"Oh? What do you sell?" Susan enquired. Sam waited a moment before responding.

"Adult Toys," she replied, and grinned slyly. "I like to borrow things" Susan blushed at the older girls' forwardness.

"Like. Sex toys?" she said, stumbling over the word as if it was unfamiliar to her.

"Yeah," Sam said with a nod. "Hurry up and I'll show you around."

Susan shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but continued to devour the last bits of toast.

"Don't worry about getting dressed," Sam told them, standing up. "The store is all shut up, so no-one can see in."

Julie and Susan followed her downstairs into the rear of the store. The lights came on, illuminating a small room with shelving around the outside. The shelves were crammed with boxes of all sizes, each with small black writing down its facing side.

"This is where we keep all the stock that isn't on shelf. I'm not allowed to touch this stuff," Samantha explained briefly.

"In here is the main store," she announced, opening the door directly in front of them. She hit the lights, illuminating the inside.

"Go have a look around. Just don't open anything or you just payed for it." She grinned.

Julie walked in nervously, her eyes wide as they roamed across the room, taking in all the different objects. Susan stood close by, peering around nervously.

"Wow," she breathed, walking slowly through the shop and studying all the items on display. She could only guess some of their functions.

Julie paused beside a display of various gags, playing tentatively with them. She imagined the various uses for them, ball gags, rings, trainers, cock gags. Her jaw clenched involuntarily as she touched the ring gag, picturing what it was for.

"This stuff is pretty kinky." she trailed off, sensing something was wrong. Her eyes darted to the front window and the vague shapes that moved behind the blinds.

BLAM

The sound of a shotgun discharge thundered through the room, momentarily deafening her. The middle of the blinds exploded into spinning metal and glass, sending dangerous shards spiralling through the air. Several scantily clad mannequins in the window tumbled to the ground, their artificial exteriors cut to ribbons.

The girls screamed simultaneously in fright.

Moments later the sounds of breaking glass could be heard, the shadowy figures methodically destroying the window. Their entrance secured, they entered the store, holding various bats, bars and other weapons. Julie quickly counted a dozen armed men.

"Where the fuck are you, you freaky bitch?" the closest man yelled, brandishing the shotgun dangerously. Julie felt her heart sinking, caught in full view of the attackers. The speaker spotted her quickly. He passed the shotgun to someone behind him and slid both hands into his pockets.

Julie glanced over her shoulder to see Susan cowering between aisles, eyes wide with terror. Her knees were held tight against her chest, and she was biting hard on her robe to stop from screaming.

"I told you I'd be back," he said with a triumphant grin, then withdrew a handgun and clumsily shot her.

Julie felt the poorly aimed bullet lance through her side like a red hot poker, shredding flesh and muscle as it tore straight through and out the other side. Its trajectory took it directly towards Susan, where it ended abruptly in the young girl's thigh.

Julie staggered back in surprise, one hand clutching her injured side protectively. She caught herself against a shelf of magazines, breathing heavily as the pain threatened to overwhelm her self-control.

Susan's agonised scream cut through the air like a knife. She collapsed forward into the aisle, howling as blood began to flow from the wound in her leg. Her exposed skin was sprinkled with blood from Julie, blood that had already begun its work.

A spell of dizziness overtook Julie, and her balance faltered. She leant heavily on the shelf as the wound in her side closed over.

"Fucking hell," someone said in disbelief as Julie stood up straight again, facing her attacker with cold purple eyes. He smiled back at her, an evil lecherous grin.

"I can't imagine the fun I'll have with you," he told her. With a nod of his head the assembled group behind him surged forwards through the store.

Julie punched one of them neatly on the nose as he foolishly approached alone, feeling it break with a sickening sound against her clenched fist. His head snapped back sprouting blood and he collapsed to the ground screaming.

"Coward," Julie screamed at him, backing herself against a nearby shelf as the group closed in around her. She flung herself at them desperately, Susan's painful screams cutting through her heart. She had to do something.

The rebellion was short-lived as they caught her hands, and once again she found herself being held against her will.

"You'll pay for that, bitch," one of her captors said with a snarl, his hand snaking around to painfully grope her breast.

"Too scared to do it alone, arsehole?" Julie taunted him, earning herself a painful squeeze.

"She fucking broke my nose," the man yelled painfully from the ground, sitting up to glare at her.

Susan's screaming continued as the wound burned from the inside, her injured leg twitching spasmodically. The blood covering her skin melted away, disappearing underneath like water on dry soil.

She lifted a blood-soaked hand from her leg, surprise pushing momentarily through the agony as the bullet was pushed from the rapidly knitting wound. The pain faded away, leaving her a sobbing wreck on the floor. She ran a hand over the freshly pink skin in disbelief, leaving short-lived trails of blood.

Her reverie was broken as a rough hand caught her arm and yanked her to her feet.

"Get some cuffs, idiot," her captor called. "This place will have plenty."

Susan whimpered in terror as someone tossed a pair of thoughtfully padded cuffs across the room.

"Nice and secure," her captor chuckled to himself as he locked the cuffs around her wrists.

"And this too," the thrower called and passed a pink ball-gag to him.

"Keep the bitch quiet," he said to himself again, jamming it into her mouth roughly.

"There you go; perfect," he told her, and patted her on the cheek before grabbing her roughly by the shoulder and leading her to the back of the store.

Susan's heart fell when she was roughly pushed to her knees beside the similarly bound Julie and Samantha. Tears streamed down her face.

"Much better," the man with the shotgun said, coming to stand in front to survey his prizes.

"Strip them off," he commanded. At once the men standing behind began to eagerly strip the girls. The cuffs were no problem to them; they simply cut the clothing apart.

"Hey boss, have a look at this," a voice said from behind Susan as her robe was torn away. She felt the knife sliding against her skin, slicing through her top. It fell in tatters to the ground, exposing her breasts to the cool air.

"Well, well," the leader said, crouching down to peer at her chastity belt.

"Looks like your virginity shall be spared for today, redhead." Susan stared at him, her heart leaping with joy. Suddenly the chastity belt became the best thing in her world.

"Pity, I like them young," he told her with an annoyed frown, reaching out to tweak her exposed nipples. "Don't get your hopes up though, we'll still be able to fuck your face and hurt these tiny little tits before we kill you."

Susan felt dizzy with terror and toppled over, falling hard on her side. She curled into a protective ball, sobbing uncontrollably. They all laughed at her.

"Cute Tattoo, by the way," he said offhandedly. Susan chocked back her sobbing. What Tattoo?

She straightened out, blinking away the tears so she could see. Directly above her belly button which hid just under the waistband on the belt, twin grey lines curled around each other, bisected by a jagged slash.

Susan swallowed hard, blinking in disbelief, as if it was an illusion. But it didn't go away.

She looked up at Julie, betrayal plain on her face. Julie looked away, her face rigid. But there was no time for thinking.

A hand roughly caught Susan's hair and lifted her upright, making her yelp in surprise. The gag was pulled free from behind, but she had no time to speak before it was replaced with a ring-gag, forcing her mouth open into a neat O.

"You know bitch, we're lucky this store has steel shutters for the front window," their captor said, unzipping his pants. Behind them, the men closed the steel shield over the front window, hiding the damage done to the storefront. No-one would be able to see in.

Susan whimpered through the gag as his cock popped free, standing hungrily out from his body. He caught her hair in his hand and directed her head forwards. Susan's frantic squeals were reduced to soft gurgles as he impaled her head upon his erect member.

He began a rocking motion, thrusting in and out of her head. Susan became more hysterical as he drove deeper with each thrust until she was taking his full length down her throat.

She was too short of breath to squeal any more, having to take short gasps of air before he blocked her throat once again.

Julie and Sam watched fearfully as the young girl squirmed in his grasp. They knew that this would be their fate soon; to be beaten and raped. they were going to be killed. Julie furiously squeezed tears from her eyes, determined not to loose hope.

Susan's eyes were frantic with terror, her chest heaving as she attempted to draw breath. The man lodged in her throat let out a primal grunt, pumping his seed into her stomach which she swallowed reflexively.

He smiled as he held her head on him, feeling her struggles slowing as he slowly choked her to death. Her muscles went slack as consciousness slipped away. Satisfied, he withdrew from her body and let her slump to the floor. There was a terrible second where she didn't breathe.

Susan coughed horribly, curling herself into a ball as her oxygen-starved brain drew precious air into her lungs. Her tormentor gave her a vicious kick in the back, driving the air from her lungs once again.

"Fuck them both," he snarled, zipping his pants up.

Julie began sobbing silently as she was pushed forwards onto her chest and her legs roughly separated. Her face drove into the soft carpet of the floor, her arms waving behind her back futilely. She found her face mere centimetres from Susan's tear-stained face.

Susan's eyes fluttered open painfully, her head pounding. She watched Julie groan in pain as she was roughly taken from behind, and was again thankful for the belt she unwillingly wore.

A hand knotted itself in her hair once again, lifting her painfully to her feet. Somewhere they had found rope which they had strung from the roof, and proceeded to tie her arms to it. Susan squealed as she was forced to bend over, her arms pulled painfully up behind her.

"Hey boss, use this," one of the men said, bending over to lock a spreader bar between her legs and opening it wide. The chastity belt glinted between her legs protectively.

"Since we can't fuck you, it looks like we'll have to make do with hurting you," the leader said. There was a strange hiss, and then pain exploded across Susan's behind.

Her scream echoed around the room as he brought the whip up for another strike.

"Can somebody stop her screaming," he said frowning. At once her mouth was filled with a man's cock.

Crack! The whip came down on her buttocks again.

Susan screamed around the cock in her mouth before it was cut off as he violently rammed it deep down her throat.

Crack! Her thighs exploded into agony.

Julie watched in mute horror, her face being driven across the carpet with each violent thrust of her rapist. She felt him cum inside her, his cock pulsing as it pumped her full of his liquids.

Her eyes closed in shame as he withdrew, feeling his cum dripping down her thighs. Why was this happening to her?

She could hear someone grunting nearby, low guttural sounds overlayed by the softer mewling coming from Sam. The sounds were momentarily cut off by the sharp swish of the whip, followed by its impact against female flesh and the accompanying cry of pain.

Another man took his place behind Julie, one hand holding the remains of her clothing over his freshly broken nose.

"Time for some payback, whore," he whispered to her, one hand tangling itself in her hair for grip.

He was larger than the previous one, filling her painfully with each thick inch of his unwelcome intruder. Thankfully he came quickly inside her, grunting and grabbing her breasts painfully in his hands as he emptied himself. He pulled out and gave her arse a casual slap.

"I'll be back later soon," he promised as the leader paused to hand someone else the whip. With a rotten smile Susan's new tormentor resumed the beating, sending blow after punishing blow raining down on her fragile skin, drawing blood. Her tortured screaming was loud even around the fresh cock in her mouth.

"I don't know how you did it," the leader said, crouching down beside her, "but you'll pay dearly for the lives of the men you killed." His fingers delved deep into her sticky pussy, coating them with her liquids. He then pushed them roughly into her arsehole, wriggling around painfully. Julie whimpered miserably, closing her eyes against the inevitable.

He took hold of her hips from behind and positioned his cock against her anus. She tightened herself against his invasion, but he just pushed harder, slowly sliding in. She screamed in agony as her virgin muscles tore around his girth, covering his skin with warm blood.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned, driving deeply into her bowels. Julie clenched her fists, her nails drawing blood as he began thrusting hard into her anus, tearing apart the soft inner lining with his violence.

He drew her torture out as long as he could before he came, flooding her insides with liquid fire.

He gave her a hard shove and withdrew, satisfied. Julie rolled over and sobbed weakly; her gaping rectum burning as the torn muscles and skin rejoined.

She had a moment of seeing Susan still bent over, her whipped breasts wrapped tightly in rope, before her rapist's body cut off her view and tore the gag from her mouth.

"Bite down and your death will be long and painful," he growled at her, grabbing her head to make her suck him off.

"Too late arsehole," Julie panted, twisting her head away from him. "You're already dead." She felt someone grabbing at her hips, preparing to take her again.

The leader laughed.

"Small words from someone in your position," he told her, then smacked the side of her head viciously.

Julie saw stars briefly, her world spinning dangerously. Blood welled up from inside her mouth.

"It was the sex, you know," she managed, lifting her head to stare at him with startling purple eyes.

"They all had me, and they all died." He laughed at her again, but it was weaker, doubt spreading across his face. Could she do that?

"Shut up bitch," he told her, more to comfort himself, and crammed his cock into her mouth. She felt his handgun touch the side of her head.

"Do a good job, or we'll see just how much you can heal." Julie shut her eyes in shame and began sucking his cock. The taste of blood and semen filled her mouth, overlaid by the sickening flavour of her own anus. Her stomach heaved dangerously.

How she hoped she was right.

"Good girl," he told her, and began pumping in and out of her face. Behind her, she felt another cock take up residence in her vagina, violently tearing into the soft orifice.

He came quickly in her mouth, sending small jets of sperm into her throat.

"Swallow it all down like a good slut," he told Julie, his hand holding her face in his hairy crotch. Tears streaming down her face, she swallowed it down.

"Mm, that was good." He withdrew from her mouth and replaced the gag, tightening it painfully around her head.

There was a moment of silence, punctuated only by the sound of Susan's broken sobbing. The sound of a door slamming was heard from out the back.

Everyone froze.

Wordlessly, the leader nodded to a couple of men. They disappeared into the storeroom.

Seconds stretched into hours as they waited. The leader retrieved the shotgun and held it ready.

"Shit!" someone yelled painfully from out the back. Julie flinched. Please let it be someone to help, she prayed.

One of the men returned, staggering into the room. He began howling then, clawing at his arms in agony.

"Look out," he cried and collapsed to the floor, digging at his skin. Julie stared in disbelief as it began to ripple, like there was something underneath.

Evan entered from the rear of the store. Somewhere he had removed his top, and now stood in the doorway, muscles rippling in anger.

"You bastards," he cursed under his breath, blood-red eyes roving across the men.

"Get lost," the leader yelled at him. The shotgun fired high, sending plaster and glass raining down upon Evan. Unflinchingly he entered the room, shrugging off the rubble.

"One more step and you die," the leader said nervously, fingers twitching to discharge the second barrel. Evan didn't halt.

"Fuck you too then." He pulled the trigger.