Then I pulled her back to her feet, and held her closely, holding her tightly, keeping her head pointed upwards while I planted mock-romantic little kisses all over her face. I turned her back to me, so we both faced the dirty mirror on the wall. I reached around her, cupped and fondled her sweet breasts; her nipples puckered out, nice and taunt. �You’re such an adorable little slut, Stephanie. You’re a slut because I’ve turned you into one. And now you’re free to go out and fuck any guy you want, without having to save yourself for marriage. You don’t have anything to save anymore, because I took it.�

Stephanie lowered her head to the carpet, and tears continued to streak down her cheeks. Those perky 34-B tits rose and fell. It was great pawing them.

�You’re a slut, Stephanie. You’re a whore. I’ve turned you into one, and over the next few years, you’re going to fuck lots and lots of men, and they’re all going to enjoy your beauty and your wonderful body. You’re probably saying, No, no, I’ll never do that�.but you’ll see I’m right. Almost every girl who gets raped ends up being a promiscuous slut.

�And you will be one, too. You’ll see. You probably won’t enjoy sex that much, because you’ll always be looking for that special guy with the magic cock who will make sex good. You’ll be looking for the one guy who will heal you of the pain of being raped, who will make you clean, but you’ll never, ever find him. You’ll be a drop-dead-gorgeous fuck-slut for lots and lots of guys!�

I kept feeling her up. The desire in my loins was sated, for now, but it was still lots of fun touching her and fucking with her mind. �A lot of people will still think you’re a nice, clean girl, but word will soon spread around campus that you can be had. And that will start with your boyfriend downstairs!� I put my arm around her shoulder, and led her back to the spot where I had raped her.

�Pick up those clothes. Mine, too.�

She bent over stiffly—painfully?—and gathered them in her arms. The dress and slip were draped over her arm, swaying. Other things got kind of bunched together, and she had some trouble managing four shoes, but finally had everything together. �Good. Let’s go back to the truck and see how Mr. Not-So-Wonderful is doing. Is he a serious boyfriend?�

�No, not really. Not now.�

�But was he?�

�Y-yes, I guess.�

�Were you serious about him? Don’t lie.�

�Yes,� she whispered.

�You’re what, eighteen, and serious about some fratboy? Not exactly husband material, is he? If he wasn’t falling down drunk, you wouldn’t have been raped, now would you?�

�No.� A note of quiet defeat was in her voice.

It seems I had not only defiled her body. I had ravaged her courtship!

Naked, the two of us exited the office areas, and walking down the cold, dirty steel catwalk to the iron stairs. It felt cold and hard under my feet, and hers, too I’m sure. Down the stairs, and across concrete floor to my van. When we got there, I took Stephanie into my arms, and held her like her boyfriend would have wanted to, cuddling her. I whispered my instructions softly into her ear.

�Before you and Robert get out of here, you two have to earn it.�

She was shivering a bit in the cold garage. �What—what do you mean? I mean, want? What do you want now?�

�I want you to fuck Robert.�

�Ooooooooo�.� she sighed, her voice dropping. �No—no! Haven’t you done enough?�

�You do love him, don’t you? Isn’t he your boyfriend?�

�Yes. No! I mean, he is, I, I—I mean, not any more, but he’s not that�well,�I don’t sleep, er, make it�oh, please, no, nothing more, just let us go—haven’t, haven’t you done enough? I gave you a very good blowjob and you raped me in the most�awful�way. Aren’t you satisfied?�

�Not yet! So, you wouldn’t put out for him before, and now that he got drunk and you got raped, he’s hardly Prince Charming, huh? I guess there’s no way you’re going to give him the honor and the pleasure of your hot young body, isn’t that it, Stephanie?� She buried her face in her hands, her blonde hair falling forward, hiding her face.

�Isn’t it? He wasn’t good enough before, and now, even more so, right?�

�Y-yes,� she whimpered. �He’s a nice boy, he, he.just�drinks��

�Drinks too much. And lets you get raped. By a stranger. Who has a mean streak and a vicious prick, and shoved it right up your virgin cunt, eh? Now give your rapist a kiss!� I didn’t wait for Stephanie to respond, but just grabbed my naked captive, and pulled her tightly against me, slamming my mouth against her small lips. Our clothes fell out of her arms. I pushed her against the pipe railing on the catwalk. It felt cool to my touch, and was colder to her backside, I’m sure. I finished kissing my victim, and cupped and fondled her tits for a minute or so. Then I squeezed them and pinched her nipples until I was rewarded with a loud, �O-o-ourch!�

Then I had her pick up the clothes and shoes again.

We walked across the dirty floor to where my van was parked. I opened the back, and was greeted with �Oooommph!� and some thrashing from the poor, gagged, and well-bound Robert. Ah, he had woken up from his drunk! I shoved the naked Stephanie to the back, and held her steady. �Hey, Robert! Here’s Stephanie! Isn’t she a sight!�

Stephanie moaned, �Robert�.I�.�

But I put my hand over her mouth, and an arm around her hourglass waist, and whispered, �Shut the fuck up, slut! You speak when I give you permission to speak!�

I had drop the bundle of clothes. Instinctively neat, she laid out her dress, and kind of folded her slip, bra, and panties. She was about to organize my clothes, but I kicked her in butt. Giving out a whelp, she turned to await my next instruction.

I turned her so she was facing Robert, full-front and naked.

�Beautiful, isn’t she? Did you ever think she would be this fantastic, this sexy?�

I continued. �I’ll bet when you picked her up tonight you didn’t think you’d get a chance to see her with her clothes off—isn’t she hot?�

Stephanie moaned, and started to whine, �Please, I beg you—�

I pulled her head back into the crook of my neck, and growled through her tosseled hair, �Just shut the fuck up!� Then I wrapped my arms around her lithe body, just below her ribcage, holding her tightly, the two of us facing Robert.

�You want to know why she’s naked, boy? Because I stripped her! I stripped her, and I fucked her! I didn’t just fuck her, your pretty little Stephanie, here�—my hands went up to her tits, and I lifted them up like an offering—�I raped her! I fucking raped her! I took your hot little Stephanie while you were passed-out drunk, and played with her juicy little body and raped her!�

The girl was crying. Damn, it energized me and made me feel, well, fiendish! Under her titflesh, I could feel her chest heave, her lungs gasping in irregular breaths. But she stood still, her arms limp to her side, while I started squeezing her breasts, and brazenly twisted her nipples.

�Look at her, Robert. Look at her! She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Isn’t she the most fuckable girl you’ve ever seen? Do you like making other guys jealous when you take her out? You watch other guys giving her the eye? I’ll bet you drop little hints that you’re making it with her, huh? But you don’t. Nobody does. Nobody’s ever made her-except me! Wouldn’t you just love to fuck her? To really, actually fuck her? Do you fantasize about her when you jerk off? Wishing you could shove your miserable little dick into her? Well, I did!� I gloated.

Reaching around to her front, I kept squeezing a tit, but my other hand slid down to her cunt, and I dug it into her crotch. She obediently separated her legs a little, and I slid my fuck finger into her, and started finger-fucking her. And you know what else? She was a virgin!� I kept digging my finger in and out of her pussy. It was still wet and slippery with her pussy juices and my cum. � Cherry! I popped your girlfriend’s cherry! And she bled—she fucking BLED!� My fingers kept digging into her crotch, as I rubbed her pussy up and down. It was still warm and very moist. I groped her, and kept fingering her, in and out several more times. �Open your legs more, slut, so I can get in good and deep!� Stephanie spread her feet, squatting a little, and I continued fingering her cunt while I taunted her pathetic wimp boyfriend.

He moaned into his gag, thrashing about.

College boy’s eyes were huge as he watched me finger-fuck his lovely high-school girlfriend.

�And there’s more. I’m hardly done with her—I’m hardly through with this girl, you think I’d just fuck a dreamboat like Stephanie and be done with her?!� I turned her around, forcing another wet, deep-tongue kiss on the teenager, digging my finger up into her cunt against me, holding her steady with an arm around her waist. I broke the kiss, and reached for another handful of nylon zipties. Then I grabbed her by her hair, turning her around and shoving her over the rear bumper. Stephanie’s torso was lying over the cold, greasy floor of the van, with her knees on the cement pavement.

There was an apparatus hanging from the ceiling, apparently something for lifting heavy equipment or freight, like large barrels. It had a rectangular iron frame, about five feet by three. At each corner of the frame was a length of chain maybe a couple of feet, with a hook at the end. A switchbox hung on a powercord from an overhead motor. As the motor lowered it to about a meter’s height, I tilted it and shoved her under the frame. I pulled each wrist to a front hook, and looped the zip-ties onto them, and then pulled the zip-ties tight so she couldn’t jiggle them loose. I hit the up switch, and the cargo-hauler lifted her up, up, up, until her pretty little feet were a few inches off the concrete floor.

With her arms pulled up, Stephanie’s tits lifted nicely, so I resumed pawing them. �Nooo�.� She whined. �Haven’t you�done enough? Please, �please! That hurts!�

�But it amuses me,� I countered, �and that’s what counts!� She tried to jiggle off, bitching and asking questions, so I shut her up with slug to her temple. �Shut the fuck up, whore! It’s not supposed to make you comfortable. It’s suppose to make you entertaining!�

From inside the van, Robert mumbled objections through his gag and banged his bound legs about. �Patience, my boy!� called in a merry voice. �There’s more fun to be had with our sexy slut Stephanie here, and if you’re a good boy, you’ll get in on it, too!� I removed the belt from my pants, and approached the hanging beauty. I took a position at her rear, and gave her small little ass cheeks nine or ten good whacks. She screamed, of course, and it was a sadist’s sonata as her girlish soprano filled the cavernous warehouse, only to die off at the distant walls. The little preppie cunt swung and kicked, but could do nothing, of course, to protect herself. I laid down the belt on her buttocks and thighs, raising a nice pattern of horizontal, blue-black welts. Then I moved to her front.

I paused for a moment, looking at those perfect, trim, 34-B tits. Such perfect form, no sag, cute nipples. How I’ve admired teen breasts like hers, on the internet, too-good-to-be-true, just wishing I could have at them!

Then I let her have it. Four, five, six, seven times, the belt went across that young teenage bosom. Left-to-right, right-to-left, my diagonal whipping produced a cris-cross pattern of lines. She screamed, screamed, and screamed some more, begging and threatening and begging some more. Never mind what she said, I don’t remember. But I’ll never forget the way her screams ricocheted around the harsh gray walls of the warehouse, only to break down to gasping breaths and heaving sobs. Her creamy breasts, grossly discolored with purplish whelps, jiggled as she twisted this way and that. I gave her a moment to catch her breath, and then delivered another ten or eleven stripes, this time including her tight tummy in the target area.

I didn’t want to maim or disfigure her, not too much, anyway. I wasn’t about to snuff these kids—they’d have to be returned to society with an opportunity to recover. I just wanted to hurt her some more, this gorgeous upscale cockteaser, so that she’d be traumatized above and beyond mere rape. I had probably laid more than thirty-five lashes on her, front and back, when I figured she’d had enough. Most of her torso was discolored with purplish welts, with a few producing a little blood. On the last ones—put on her back—she just hung passively, giving out a grunt or a weakened �urgh!� with each blow.

I pulled her head back by her hair. Her eyes were dry, with a vacant look. I kissed her, long, hard, wet and deep. �You’re a fucking, ugly mess, not the classy lassie in the beige pink dress who came in here a couple of hours ago, huh?� Stephanie kind of tried to shake her head, mouthed something (�nooo��?). I pushed her messed-up hair back, tucking the chaotic curls behind her ears, and gave her another kiss.

�I’m not through with you, bitch,� I whispered. �Not by a long shot. And I’ve got a surprise treat for Robert, just so you know.�

Then I gave her another kiss. It’s funny, and very sick of me, how I love to kiss a girl when I hurt her. Some day maybe I’ll figure out why.

My aristocratic young beauty was now hanging from the rectangular freight lift like a piece of meat. I lowered her down. Her feet took to the floor, and she stood for just a moment before her knees crumpled, and she was lowered to the floor in a heap.

When the iron frame was a meter off the floor, I grabbed one of those slim, trim ankles and raised it to an opposite corner, and hooked the nylon zip-tie onto its hook. Now she was really frightened, and she kicked out at me with that last free foot, swinging and screaming, �noooo! No more—please, haven’t you done enough?!� . It was a real effort to control that, and get it onto the last corner hook, but I managed.

Stephanie Davidson, raped and abused and now whipped and tortured, was hanging face-down, spread-eagled from the corners of the rectangular frame. Her discolored body hung, bowed downward, and her cunt fell at the apogee. The nylon ties were really digging into her ankles and wrists.

I reached down and gave her tits a long hard squeeze to teach her a lesson. After whipping them, they must have been awfully tender. �Ugh—ohhhhHHH! Stop, oh, I’m begging you, stop!� I hit �up� until the frame with my hanging beauty even with my face. Then I grabbed her nape to steady her head, and gave her tear-stained face some slaps back and forth.

�Comfy? You’re in for a real treat.

�Well, at least I am,� I whispered into her ear. I kissed and nuzzled her face while I groped and squeezed her wounded, hanging tits.

Then I hit the �down� button, bringing her down to a bit lower than my waist.

So Stephanie was the way I wanted: hanging down, her body bowed downwards, with her arms spread-eagled out to the corners of the frame, where they were firmly affixed to the hooks. She surely knew that something really bad was in the works—she would be right—and she started to wriggle and twist to get herself out.

�Please, mister, please�this hurts so�oh, my wrists! I’ll do whatever you want, just�oh, please�let me down—tell me what you want, I’ll do it. Do you want to fuck me again? I’ll suck you off, fuck you-anything, anything!�

�But my dear, you are doing what I want! Hanging here with your precious little body ready for anything I want to do to it!

�Let’s get Robert into our little party, shall we, darling?� I asked with mock politeness. Humiliating her was a gas. �Let’s bring him over!�

I stepped over to the van, and checked the back. He was still there, and had made no progress in freeing himself from the nylon zipties. I yanked off his gag. �Please, mister, just let us go, we won’t say anything, just let us go, I promise!�

Although excited, his voice was slurred.

Such a coward, and still drunk!

�You’re a pathetic drunken loser. Thanks to you, your little Stephanie lost her virginity tonight, you know that? I took it, but it’s your fault. And it was really nice, fucking her, sinking my cock into her tight young body. And she was pure cherry, you know that? Real, real cherry! And tight! Damn, she was one tight little pussy, Robert! I want you to think about that!�

He begged and threatened and bargained and cried; he was pathetic, pleading for his life-what cops call �a child of privilege.� And I had never threatened him!

I walked around and got in the driver’s seat. I drove over to where Stephanie was hanging, and backed the van so the rear doors opened facing the hoist with its cargo of prime girl flesh! I stopped when I saw the van roof bump up against the cable

I returned to Stephanie. The frame she was suspended from bumped against the rear of the van. Holding her face in my hands, I kissed her some more: a long, sensuous, deep-tongued kiss. This time, Robert was an audience, which made my acts of abuse and violation on Stephanie all the more intense. The feel of her lips, the wet warmth of her mouth, enchanted me.

�Mister, leave her alone! Haven’t you done enough to her enough? She’s a decent girl—just let us go!� wailed the loser.

�You mean, she was a decent girl. She’s damaged goods now, and about to become a lot more damaged!�

Forced kissing the hanging beauty ignited small spasms of refreshed lust in the tip of my penis. I thrust my face up to hers, and her golden curls fell down, caressing my cheeks and neck. I twisted the cargo frame so Robert had a good view of her suspended body. I wondered what he thought of her wounded tits hanging down, her discolored ass cheeks, her blonde cunt—or me, naked and barefooted on the concrete floor, with my prick getting hard again, pointing upwards, getting ready for more action? It wouldn’t be too long before I would be ready to rock n roll Stephanie again!

I positioned her so she was facing Robert in the back of the van. I leaned in to the van, and pick up a utility knife. Robert was on his side. I cut the zip ties that hogtied his ankles up to his wrists, and the boyfriend immediately stretches out his legs. He squirmed, seeking relief. �Please, mister, cut these things on my wrists, they fucking hurt!�

�Not fucking likely, Robert. Look at Stephanie, hanging the way she is. She’s hurting, you think I’m going to give an alcoholic asshole like you a break?!� I pulled Robert towards the edge of the van’s cargo door, and position him so he’s lying on his back, with his legs hanging off the edge at the knees. Then I reached for his belt buckle, and pull it open.

�Hey—whaaaaat!� the drunk inquired.

Then I opened his trousers, unzipping the fly.

�Hey, m-m-mister, what, what are you doing?�

I didn’t have to answer him.

So I didn’t.

Next—and I’m not gay or bi- or anything, if you haven’t figured that out—I pulled his pathetic, limp little prick through the fly of his plaid boxers.

�Well, well, well!� I teased. �Here is the noble manhood that lusted after pretty, virginal Stephanie!

�Except that I got her first��

I glanced at the blonde hanging next to us, gazing down. She didn’t say anything, but her face was full of unhappiness, or uncertainty, or both.

�Mister,� he pled, �what are you up to—haven’t you done enough, please? Please, just leave us alone and don’t, don’t�.don’t�hurt�hurt me.�

I picked up the switchbox, and started lowering Stephanie. Now the fun was about to start!

I maneuvered her until she was even with Robert’s lap, and her face was right over his sorry little dick. She was looking down at it, and her mussed-up golden curls dangled onto his lap. Now they realized what I was up to, and the two of them started begging and carrying on. Then I moved to the rear—Stephanie’s rear—of the rectangular frame, and squeezed in between her purpled thighs, pressing my cock against her spread crotch.

�Now this is what we’re going to do, Baby!� I cheerfully announced. I’m going to get some action back here, honey—and I want you to give Robert a blow-job. Not that he’s deserving of any favors here, but I want to see your head moving up and down sucking Robert’s little wee-wee. Now be a nice girlfriend, and start sucking him off!�

�No, no, no—not that�

Robert pled, �Stephanie, you don’t have to do that—don’t let him make you—it’s okay, honey,�don’t�just don’t��

�Mister, please, it hurts so, my ankles—�

They cried and prattled on with all sorts of refusals and threats and things.

I gave Stephanie’s bruised ass cheeks a couple of good, hard spanks-�Eeeeeyiiiii!�—and lowered the frame holding the hanging beauty a little. Another few inches, and her face was just atop the fratboy’s crotch.

Which put her ass crack even with my rising dick. I lifted it up, and nestled it between her cheeks, rubbing it between the cool, smooth globes. I could feel my lust responding in an instant!

�Now, Stephanie, open your mouth, and eat meat!�

�Oooooo�.!� She exclaimed, but I gave her another hard spank. She dropped her head, and, through the messy cascade of blonde curls, I could just see—barely-her lips open and take in the tip—just the tip—of his dick.

�More!� I bellowed, �Eat his prick!� I began shoving and stroking my fast-growing erection against her exposed crotch and those nice, nice buns! I tilted the iron frame a bit, so her ass was right at the height of my crotch, and her two orifices were aimed down towards my prick.

I was hard now, and slid my meat right into her pussy.

�Oh, ohhhhhhh, Stephanie, this is even better than when I fucked—I mean raped—you up in the office, you know?�

She was a polite girl. She didn’t answer.

Her mouth was full.

With Robert’s little penis.

I got her swaying in a small motion. Not too much, because I wanted her to keep working on Robert, but between a bit of swinging of her in the frame, and my thrusting forward and back, I got a great range of motion and a really fantastic rhythm, sliding in and out of her teenage pussy. Stephanie was a little roomier now, and good and moist, but she was still a small girl, and there was a nice snug grip clasping my dick as I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.

Damn, it is so nice to have a beautiful teenage girl and to just fuck away at her with wild abandon!

I reached forward and pulled her hair back, to get a better view of the blowjob. She had his entire dick in her mouth—all of it! Her lips were right up to his scrotum, and her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

I gripped the sides of the steel frame, keeping is steady, and started fucking Stephanie in earnest. Now, I know how my sexual energy works. A second-time fuck is better in many ways, but it tends to take me longer to get my rocks off than the first. (And a third, even longer—unless I get some time off or a good rest!) So I figured I was in for a good, long fuck. That was part of my reason for restraining her in the cargo frame. It would keep her legs spread at a good angle, and I could just pound her pussy at whatever rate I wanted.

For as long as I wanted to, or needed to.

And having her suck off Robert was just a bit of malicious psychology. Doing something sadistic heightens the eroticism of the whole rape thing. I’m actually rather well read on psychopathology (being a rapist) and the law. Forcing her to suck off Robert turned the incident into multiple counts of rape: Robert’s dick in her mouth was the same as if I had my dick in her mouth. Legally and spiritually, I was raping her in two holes.

Simultaneously.

And I wasn’t about to stop there.

These two spoiled brats had a lot more coming to them!

I dug my fingers into the globes of her ass, mauling them and spreading them while I kept fucking her. A bit of adjusting, and I was fitting in nicely, and banging away at her pussy, from her rear. Occasionally, I would lean forward, and pull her hair back to see how the blowjob was coming.

And it wasn’t! Stephanie was sucking away, but damn! Robert was still soft as shit! �Come on, boy—you’ve been dieing to get some action from Stephanie here, so get with it! Get going—can’t you get it up, you little twerp?�

I squeezed in tighter between the girl’s thighs, and was pumping away at her, getting into her right up to the hilt. I slapped and squeezed her wounded buttocks all the while. I leaned forward, and gathered her hair in my fist, and pushed her head up and down in a rhythm matching my pounding away at her pussy.

�You can do better than that, Bobbie-boo! Are you a faggot or something? Or just too drunk? A real man would have his dick up and be filling her mouth with cum by now! Come on—queer bait!- Get it on!�

�Mister, I don’t want to do this!� the little shithead whined. �Let us go—she’s a decent girl, don’t make her do this, and I promise we won’t go to the police!�

Robert was managing to get me really pissed off, and make hate him even more—if that were possible! Here he was, getting a blowjob from Little Miss Prim and Pretty, and all he could do was complain! Besides, he was distracting me from fucking Stephanie. After all, this was my third rape of her in as many hours. Now I’m a horny guy who can handle his load, but I’m not omnipotent!