This is a story based on a real experience i had when i was young. It's about half true and half fantasy. It also has hints in it about my true identity and real wherabouts, if you are interested in abducting me or blackmailing me, but don't think it tells you everything, because it doesn't. The hints are only half true too, just like the story. if you read it, let me know what you think... i worked really hard on this!

 The T or D Version

I went with my older brother’s friends, to a big, old house on a busy street. It was a party. My brother left with his friends. I stayed. I went up to the attic with a few guys to smoke pot. I was still in high school, they were a little older. Someone had a deck of cards. I made a joke we should play strip poker. I was the only girl. Also, it was summer and I was barefoot, and I only had some baby blue shorts and a t-shirt on, along with my bra and panties. So four things on. Of course they wanted to play, and were pretty persistent about it. I kept joking that I wanted to play too. I was pretending that I wanted to see them naked as much as they wanted to see me naked. That wasn't really true, but I really wanted, even then, for them all to see me naked. 

So we started playing. It was a real game, and I didn't loose anything for the first few rounds. One guy lost his shirt before I lost anything. Then someone said, do we want to play stock rules or T or D version. I said what's T or D version? They explained that if you loose all your clothes you have to keep playing, and you have to do a mandatory truth or dare if you loose a hand while naked. But if you don't want to do the dare you have to give up an item of clothing permanently... they slice it up so you can't wear it.

Well I didn't think I was gonna loose, and I was very high. Anyway I said I wanted to play that version, the T or D version. But what I didn't realize was that that meant the game wouldn't end when somebody got naked, like in the normal version. In the T or D version, there's no real place to end, and you’re not really allowed to quit.

So basically, that’s how I got trapped. 

So this all happened first to one of the guys, so as they explained the other rules as we went, it wasn't happening to me, and everybody was just laughing, nobody really cared that the guy got naked and his clothes were ruined, I think it was his house anyway. They had a lie detector thing. I know now that it was just a toy and it didn't really work, but nobody brought that up, they all treated it like it worked when they did the “truth” parts.

well I lost my clothes, eventually, and the guy who lost his clothes first had some other clothes to put on, but I did not. I was naked, and they wouldn't give me back my clothes, even though everyone else was dressed.

And it was fair, too, I mean it seemed fair at the time, because it had happened the same to the other person, and I hadn't objected when it happened to him, I had agreed to it when it wasn't happening to me, so now I had to do it too. Anyway I started drawing a lot of low cards, almost in a row but not quite, but I started loosing more rounds than I was winning.

Oh by the way one of the rules was you could only choose three Truths in a row before you had to choose a Dare. That was the same as normal Truth or Dare, the way we played it in my home town.

For my first truth they asked me if I masturbate, to which I shyly admitted that yes, I do masturbate. I did want to fit in and make them think I was grown up, and it was the truth. But I still remember wanting to say it… I had an urge to tell them, and I thought they would tease me about it, and I remember I wanted them to tease me. 

But that first truth was the only one that did not set off the lie detector. The next one did. They asked me this: 

“When you are masturbating, do you ever fantasize about being raped?” 

To which I said no. That's when they made me put my fingers in the little clips with the sensors, to see if I was telling a lie. So then the guy, Mark Hassler, who originally asked the question, turned to face me and asked again: 

“When you are masturbating, do you ever fantasize about being raped?"

Mark was older than the rest of the guys, and he was in college, and had a clean shaven face. He looked like a scientist from an old movie. His voice was very matter-of-fact, like it was the most normal thing in the world to ask a girl this sort of a question. I tried to look him in the eyes while I said “no” again, but when I did, the "lie detector" thing made a beeping sound, and Mark picked it carefully up off the coffee table and turned it to show me that the dial was in the red, which meant I was lying.

They all started to get kind of more serious and a little mad at me, and they were all staring at me. I was very conscious of the fact that I was lying, and I felt like they could read my mind like a book, and that the fact that I was blushing so hard made it obvious to everyone there I was lying.

“It’s actually not uncommon,” Mark said in his matter-of-fact tone. “Thirty percent of women fantasize about being raped, according to studies.” He had a very educated, authoritative way about him.

I was pleading to them that I wasn't lying, and Mark suggested “How about we test the machine and then ask the question again, so everyone can see how it works?” I said okay, so they asked me my name. "April Cunis" and I could see the dial barely move at all. Then they asked me my address to which I said "I live a 2395 Grove street" and I noticed one of the guys typing my address into his phone, but at the same time I was looking at the dial, which barely moved. Then they said “Have you ever been to France?" and I said no. So they explained that they were going to ask the same question again, but now I'm supposed to say that I have been to France. So again they asked, “Have you ever been to France?" to which I said “Yes" and the dial jolted up into the red section, and it made the beeping noise again.

That was proof I was lying, and that the machine worked. It recognized my lie.

Everyone was staring at me. And at that moment I realized there was no way out of this, and I began to feel very weak at the pit of my stomach, but also I felt very tingly down there... in my stomach but also down lower. I was feeling extremely helpless, and hopelessly in trouble, with no way out. And it was making me feel sick. But also, the terrible feeling had a thrilling feeling too, which was like a very warm feeling, almost a fun feeling, like when you are on a roller coaster at the top of the turn-around, just about to teeter into the steepest and deepest downhill plunge. You are terrified, but you can't stop the ride, and although you can't stand it you also know you really want this to happen. You’ve put yourself there on purpose, just for this to happen.

The truth was, at that point in my life, I did fantasize about being raped all the time, and tied up and whipped and all kinds of insane things, much worse things, things that I did not want to admit to anybody. And I was pretty sure that these were only fantasies and I had no intention of making any of them come true in real life, ever. But now, all of a sudden, although I was frightened to death, still another feeling was waking up inside of me. Something terrible was about to happen to me, and I was very curious about it, and excited. My stomach was upset, but also my nipples were becoming hypersensitive and I could feel them puckering up and hardening, right in front of all these guys, who were staring at me with evil grins on their faces. And although I was squeezing my legs closed so no one could see it or smell it, my vagina was definitely lubricating, enough that the insides of my thighs were already slippery.

So they returned to the questioning, and Bruce, the original questioner, asked me again if I masturbated to rape fantasies. I said "No, I don't, really guys I don't!" But the dial went straight up into the red area and almost to the very top, and they turned the machine around so everyone could see it. Someone said "there are consequences for cheating in this game" but someone else said "no no, quiet about that." That’s when Mark looked at me and said,

“Okay April, stand up. “We will try this one more time.”

I stood up.

"Okay, stand in the middle of the circle,” which I did. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, on my stiff nipples, on my blushing, lying face, and somehow I felt they could see or somehow smell my dripping pussy in its little nest of newly grown pubic hairs, although I was clamping my legs together as tight as possible, even to the point where my knees were wobbling and I might have fallen down.

Mark looked directly at my eyes and asked, very calmly: “April… when you are alone in your room playing with your… your swampy little twat… do you ever fantasize about being raped, fucked, or sexually used without your consent?"

I didn't say anything at first. “Yes or No?” demanded Mark.

“Um… yes” I said in a very small voice. 

Everyone stared at me as I blushed and quivered. The terrible feeling in my stomach was gone, replaced by the rush of adrenaline and the insane, yearning, crazy feeling of needing, desperately, to let someone have me. To let all of them have me, maybe.

One of the other guys said "I can’t hear you, April. Can you please speak up, and speak in full sentences?" There was a murmur of consent from the other guys. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a phone pointing at me, recording this, my nudity, my confession, but I did nothing to stop it. The momentum was too great.

"Yes,” I said clearly.

"Yes what?” asked Mark. I knew what he wanted. I couldn't keep my ass from jiggling as I shivered, even though it was not cold in the attic room with those nine guys. I could feel their eyes all over me, like little joy buzzers tickling me all over. I just didn't want them to notice I was wet. I could feel my "swampy little twat" dripping, and as strange as it may sound, I did feel very ashamed of how wet it was, and I felt very ashamed for lying.  When I was a little girl, I had been spanked very hard for lying, and in my confusion I kept thinking these guys were going to spank me. I also felt terribly ashamed for getting myself into this degrading, slutty situation: I could practically hear my classmates and older sisters say “she’s asking for it”, and in my mind I agreed with them that I was… oh god I should be ashamed of myself! I truly was asking for it. 

I couldn’t stop my ass from jiggling, but also I wanted it to jiggle, and my titties were jiggling too, and everyone was staring. And it wasn’t cold, I guess it was just nerves, but I realized I was hamming it up a little, putting on a show for them, just a little. I suddenly felt very mad at myself and almost as if to punish myself I blurted out "Yes Mark, I like to sit alone in my room rubbing my vagina… and fantasizing about being brutally raped!” I said it in an exaggerated, hammy tone of voice, and way too loud. 

There was silence as they all looked at me in shock. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my pulse in my blushing red cheeks. Obviously I had over spoken, over-shared. Even in this unbelievable situation, I had somehow made it worse. I was newly mortified.”Who said anything about 'brutally'?" quipped one of the guys. They all laughed nervously. "Do we keep playing?" asked another, rhetorically. “Hells yeah!" said someone and others made assenting noises. Mark said, “Okay April, have a seat now,” and motioned to my place on the floor. 

I sat down, and another hand was dealt, a 22 year old college guy took off a shoe, and as I remember it I lost the next hand. I wasn't ready to face revealing anything else about myself right at that moment, so I chose "dare".

"Oh good, said Mark. I was hoping you'd choose dare. He turned to the other players. “Can I take this one, guys?”

“Go for it,” said a lanky ginger-haired guy next to him, as the others murmured their approval.

Okay April, this is your dare. I want you to lean back against the couch. Here let me make this more comfortable.” He grabbed a cushion and propped it against the front of the couch, giving it a pat. Go ahead, do it.” 

I did. “Good. That’s not the whole dare though, of course. Lean back.”

I followed his instructions.”

“Good girl,” said Mark. “Are you comfortable?” I nodded. “Good. Now April, and this is not the dare yet. I just want to point something out to you.” His voice was still utterly calm and matter-of-fact. The rest of the boys were silent. “April Cunis, you are a slut. No, you don’t have to admit to it or anything, it doesn’t matter. This is just a statement of fact. I mean seriously, look at what you are doing right now, April. This game you are willingly playing, this situation you have put yourself in. And now you are willingly telling a room full of guys that you masturbate, that you rub your own pussy for pleasure. I mean here you are, totally naked, sitting on the floor boards of an unfinished attic in an unfamiliar house, with a bunch of guys you’ve never met before, who are all staring at you.” Mark gestured towards the guys and some of them in the back maybe couldn’t see very well so he gestured them in closer. Everyone came in close. I could feel all nine pairs of eyes boring holes into me.

“April, you don’t have to answer this, because this is not part of the dare. April what do you think these guys most want to see right now?” He smiled at me, and then glanced down at my lap. I still had my legs clenched tight. “They’ve seen your tits, right? What else do they want to see?”

I blushed and swallowed. Somehow I felt guilty for not answering, but I didn’t dare.

“They want to see your pussy April”. “Am I right?” The guys laughed nervously, but affirmatively. “But you don’t want to show it, April, do you? And here you are, the biggest slut anyone has every seen, totally naked in front of all your new boyfriends, but you won’t show us the goods. Hmm… April, you know, that doesn’t make any sense, when you think about it. Why are your legs clamped closed so tightly? He tapped the side of his forehead thoughtfully. I began to realize what he was about to say. Even at this moment, my face blushed two shades redder. He turned to the guys..

“Boys, I think April might be enjoying this whole situation just a little too much, maybe. Yep… Oh April, I think I’ve got your number. Oh man, I think all these guys are wise to what’s happening here, yes I think they know… Don’t they? April? Oh my slutty little tart April Cunis… why don’t you want to open your legs… huh? Am I right boys? Does naughty, slutty little April Cunis maybe, ah-hem, like this whole scenario just a wee bit too much? Is that what it is, April?”

At this point, of course, I was sopping wet. I could feel a growing wet spot on the floorboards beneath my ass, and somehow I could feel how my pubic hair too was sopping wet, which didn’t even make sense because moisture doesn’t flow uphill, but somehow I was a mop down there, from top to bottom. I was slippery, I was slimy, and I knew I smelled enough to stink up the whole large attic room. But the guys had all muscled in close, at this point. I was sure they could all smell me.

Mark took out his iPhone, and motioned to the other guys to do the same. Now I could feel nine pairs of eyes and nine phones all staring at me, boring holes into my naked skin. I let out a little whimper, which sounded like a sexual moan and maybe it was, a little, and everyone snickered. They were all grinning feverishly.

“Here’s your dare, April. I want you to open your legs for my camera. For all the cameras. Hold them wide open, so that everyone can see how much you’ve been enjoying this evening, enjoying this little game. Open your legs and show us what a slut you are, April, what a disgusting, perverted rape-slut you truly are. Oh April. Your parents would be so disappointed in you. Oh my god, you are so filthy. Okay, so spread them for us, and then, April, I want you to touch it for us. Touch it exactly as you like, April, exactly as you do at home, in your own bed. We all want to see exactly what you do to your filthy, needy little pussy, while you are under your covers fantasizing about being raped, April.  Correction: Fantasizing about being brutally raped. Yes little rape-whore, please rub yourself for us, and please, while you are fingering your dirty little twat, please explain to me, and to the boys, and to my camera, exactly what you meant by saying you fantasize about being brutally raped? Isn’t rape already brutal? how is being raped 'brutally' different from being raped normally? Do you have to be tied up? do the guys beat you, whip you, or hurt you in other ways as they rape you? are the rapists rougher, stronger, or unusually well-endowed? Do they fuck your asshole too? Do they fuck you with their fists? With bottles and baseball bats or something? I want you to explain this to us. And to my camera. To everyone’s camera. The whole world wants to know, April Cunis. Use details from your real fantasies. We’re gonna put the lie detector on you so you don’t dare cheat.” 

I was in the zone now. 

I felt like I was on drugs, serious drugs that are very scary and very dangerous, but people still do them because they feel too good to stop. I knew these boys were going to hurt me, but I didn’t care, I wanted it. My stomach was fluttering and I thought maybe I was about to cum without any rubbing, or maybe I was about to wet myself, I wasn’t sure which. Whatever happens these boys were going to see it. Bruce fastened the lie detector clips to my left-hand fingers. I looked up at Mark…

And I slowly spread my legs.

I wasn’t just showing them, I was giving myself to them. Everyone looked at me with hunger, and I was their feast, or no, I was their prey. My pussy smelled like ripe ham, and yes, it was glistening, my whole pubic area was glistening with my personal juices, some running between my legs and up my buttcrack, some more viscous, sticking to my labia and pubic mound. I was messy and red, and wide open for them, a willing victim. I raised my pussy up to show them I was theirs. My nipples were extended strangely too, and I could see my tiny clitty poking up, even from above. I closed my eyes and without trying to, found myself grinding my pussy up into the air. 

One of the boys, his face a bit pale, said, “you whore.” 

Mark was getting it all on his phone camera, as were the others, and it was only slowly beginning to dawn on me that he could, and probably would, show the whole town. The whole school. The whole world. The only reason I didn’t freak out at this thought was that it blended with all the others… I was having a million little fears and humiliations sticking into me like a million fiery needles, but together they were turning into one great rush of perverted need. I could feel my need to be violated in every nerve, and as I pushed the palm of my hand up against the top of my vagina, trapping my swollen clit between the hard part of my wrist and my pubic bone, and tried to squish the life out of it, I could hear Mark saying “Tell us, April. “Tell us what happens to a girl when she is raped brutally.? What happens to her?”

I didn’t realize at first that I had been moaning, and when I tried to get the first words out they were gummed up with my moans. So I opened my eyes. Mark was gently pinching my left nipple, but none of the other guys were touching me. But I could see how stiff their cocks were through their pants. What happens to her?” I asked rhetorically. Mark nodded.

“She gets… um… she gets hurt.”

“Hurt how?”

“Hurt hard. Hurt really bad. Oh they hurt her really bad! Mmm… oooh. Yeah they hurt her everywhere. Oh gosh she feels it, she feels them hurting her…. Oooh yessss….”

“Good girl April. Keep telling us.” Mark shifted positions so that he could reach both of my nipples, but still his touch was extremely light. “Why are they hurting her, April?”

“Oh because she deserves it!” I blurted out. “She fucking deserves it!” I spontaneously started to whap my pussy with my hand, as hard as I could, aiming for my clit with my palm, to slam it against my pubic bone.

“Is that how you do it?” Asked Mark.

“Not really”

“Just do what you usually do” he instructed. “April, why does she deserve it?” I started digging into my vagina with my middle finger, and then quickly stroking the underside of my clit. 

“Because she’s a whore. Oooh she’s a disgusting pig. She’s a pig and she fucks her dog.”

“She fucks her dog?” Asked Mark.

“Yes she fucks it, she does it, she lets her dog fuck her!” I bent up so I could reach and started really slamming my finger in. I could feel more juice splashing around down there, and realized I was maybe going to squirt, which is even more embarrassing, but I wanted it.

“You’re a very bad girl, April. I bet you fuck your dog, don’t you. April, admit it. You fuck your dog Ralphie, don’t you?” He knew the name of my dog.

“Oh yessss yessss yes oh my god. Mmmmm yessss. I do it. I let him do it. Oh my god!” I started slamming my pussy, slapping it with my whole hand.

“NO April. Bad Girl! Bad GIRL!” Mark grabbed my wrist and held it behind my back. “The punishment is for the men to decide.” 

“Ooooh god I’m so disgusting!”

“Yes you are, April. You are a dog-fucking whore. What happens to girls who fuck their dogs, April. What should happen to them?”

“They should be hurt. They should really be hurt. They should be fucked, deep inside their little pussies, they should be brutally, brutally raped… raped with something hard HARD! And it has to hurt… it’s a bad shape, it should hurt, it should be splintery! They should be held down and raped up their tiny little twats with a broken splintery… a BRANCH!! Fuck them with a branch… ooooh… yeah yeah yeah… yesss so much…. You fuck it in so deep, fuck it in so hard… oh it hurtsssss.”

“Is this a thick branch?”

Yes yes thick… so thick!”

“How thick? Thick like a big cock?”

“Nonono thicker! Much thicker! Thicker and rougher!”

“Thick like a chair leg?”

“Way thicker! And rougher… it has to rip her pussy, rip it on the inside! Ooh yeah yesyesyes! Oh my god! And they gotta fuck her deep with it. Really hit the back, and all the splintery edges poking her, ramming right on her cervix!”

“Is this what you deserve, April Cunis the dogfucker?”

I was suddenly a little shocked at myself, at what I was saying, and I couldn’t speak for a second, I sort of lost my breath. I remembered that everybody was watching, and that they might do anything to me, and that what I said might become my reality. I choked up.

“Answer me April. Is that what you deserve? You are a dogfucker, right”

I had to answer him. “Yesssss” I gasped as I resumed finger-fucking myself, although more slowly. 

“Say it, April. What are you?”

“I’m a… a… a dogfucker.” I felt so humiliated, so small, so filthy. I felt subhuman. My cheeks were burning, but it also felt good… sooo good. I didn’t barely have to move my finger, I could feel the heat of the shame and humiliation churning in my tummy, pulsing from within, making my “swampy little twat” begin to spasm from within… almost. I had to keep my fingers utterly still now, or I would cum.

“And April, how should dogfuckers, like you, be punished? Say it.”

“I should be fucked with a branch. Oh god… oh my god” I gasped. I had to concentrate with all my might not to cum. “I should be fucked so hard, I should be fucked. I should be… Brutally. Raped. with a… with a… a Big. Thick.  Splintery…” my panting snd moaning took my breath away and I could not finish saying the words. But I didn’t cum.

Now Mark resumed stroking my nipples, very lightly and slowly. And it suddenly dawned on me that I was being manipulated by an expert, but I didn’t care. “April, what else do you fantasize about? How else do dogfuckers like you need to be punished?” He was talking very quietly and intimately, but everyone could hear. He caressed my nipples maddeningly slowly, right on the hardening tips. I could feel my pulse beating in them, right in the tips. And I knew exactly what I was supposed to tell them now, but it was so personal, and so weird, so sick…

“Um… Oh god… I’m sorry… it’s too embarrassing…” I was as red as a beet, I could feel the flush from my beet-red face right down my chest and it seemed like my titties were blushing too. I was hyperventilating too. It was like a panic attack but also I was breathing hard like a person panting, like you pant when you are “doing it”. It was all one thing, for me. Mark kept stroking my nipples, getting a little rougher with them, which felt like terrible tickling, the kind you might remember if you have ever been held down, as a child, and tickled relentlessly by an older brother or sister. It was terrible… but I did not want it to stop.

“April. You know the rules. You have to tell us.”

“I… I… Because I fuck my dog. It’s because I fuck my dog, and, and um… this is why I have to be punished… um…” my heart was almost too weak…

“Punished how, April?”

“I have to, um, I have to be made to… Outside. At the picnic spot. You guys would bring a Hibachi. You guys would have the Hibachi and you would put in the coals. The coals would be all ready and red and glowing hot…” 

I couldn’t believe I was telling them this. I had stroked myself to orgasm many times with this exact fantasy, but never in a million years had I ever imagined I would admit it to anyone. Admit that I really wanted it. But at that moment, I did. I craved it, I craved the real experience, with every nerve in my poor hyper-aroused body. And the shame felt like fire. It fed the fire. 

I could feel it all over. My face, my lips, and very much in my achingly hard nipples, which were on fire with the horrible shame of this, of telling these boys this. I didn’t want them to know. This was supposed to be private. I wanted it to be private. My tummy churned, and below it my weeping pussy ached with the horror of what was happening, of the thought of them knowing, of the thought of the cameras recording every word, recording me finger-fucking myself as I confessed to this sickening fantasy… but here I was. What could I do?

“You have to say it, April. You have to tell us everything.” Mark said this, right in my ear, and I knew he was right.

I started to cry a little. “Okay.”

“Okay. Okay so what happens? How must you be punished?”

“Yessss. Okay, okay… so… So you guys have to make me take off my pants. Take off all my clothes. And… You burn them. In the Hibachi. You guys… I have to watch you do it, watch you burn every last stitch of my clothing, just laughing about it. And we are outdoors, you know at the picnic spot, you know the one near the school. Not too private. At all. And with just you guys to give me a ride home, maybe. Or maybe not home, probably not. Probably not home, whatever you want, take me wherever you want, not necessarily home. Maybe leave me there. My clothes are burned.  And then… Oh god, this is so embarrassing. Oh god I ca’t, I can’t…” I begin to sob, but Mark gives my nipples a quick twist and I stop.

“April?”

“Yes I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Keep going.” Mark resumed stroking the tips of my nipples, slowly, maddeningly, while I played with my twat in front of the room full of boys. All of them were hard, and staring at me. “You are doing fine April, you are following the rules. But you have to say it. Now.”

 “You have to hurt my ass…” I am weeping while I say it, and the shame is pulsing in my nipples, making my pussy yearn for the deep and horrible fucking, the raping it needs, “my ass has to be… you have to grab me by my arms and… my legs. To keep me from kicking. But you guys would spread my legs too… because I’m a dirty dogfucker and I deserve it I deserve it I deserve it. I deserve to be lowered onto the Hibachi.” I could hear one of the guys in the room gasp, and everyone was breathing harder, listening intently as I whispered my horrifying confession. “I need to have my big fat naked bottom… lowered… pressed down onto… it. Onto the Hibachi. The grill. And burned. Burned. You have to burn it, force me down on it, make me burn my ass. Burn my dog-fucking assssss. You have to leave grill-marks on my ass, so everybody can see that, permanently. You have to hurt my big fat bottom and mark it so everyone knows. So everyone knows what a whore I am. What a dogfucking whore. Everyone knows. Forever.”

There was silence from the group. Mark started to pinch down on my nipples, slowly, harder and harder. “April, do you let your dog fuck you in the ass?”

I could not speak for a long moment, but I rubbed myself faster and made some sort of utterance.

Finally I said “Yes.”

I was so ashamed. But it was true. And I was supposed to tell them. Those were the rules.

“You are disgusting, April. And this is who you really are, who you really are. You are a depraved slut, April. A depraved, subhuman slut. A rape slut. And a pain slut — no, a torture slut. Is that what you are April, a torture slut?”

“Yes.”

Oh April. You must hate yourself so much. I think you are right that you need to be punished like this, like you are describing. I think you really need this. Guys, do you think she needs it, for real?”

Every boy in the room murmured their assent, and my little clit stood up harder, poking right out of its little hood. It too, was on fire with horrible shame. Mark began, slowly, to dig his fingernails into the tips of my nipples. And that did not tickle. Not only did it feel good, it felt insanely good. It was pain, but I needed it, every nerve ending in my body craved it. I needed it so much, I was so desperate for this sensation, it was just pure crazy pleasure. He dug his fingernails in deep, right into the tips, as hard as he could. Everyone was watching. And I started to moan.

“What else happens to disgusting dogfuckers like you, April. We need to know everything. What happens next?”

“Oh god.” I start to grind my pussy into the air at them, needing so much to be touched, to be hurt by someone there. “You guys turn me around. With the grill. You turn my body around, so I am facing the grill. You are laughing at me. At the marks you have made on my stupid fat bottom, at the grill marks, which will stay with me forever. You are laughing, and I am crying. And then you grab my hips, hold them up, hold my ass up, and some of you begin spanking my burned ass, for a laugh. But really, you are positioning me in front of the grill. I have to be in the right spot. And then you are holding my arms behind my back, and holding my ass high in the air, and then you stop spanking and someone grabs from each side of me and then you guys are pushing on my back, pushing me down towards the grill. You guys are pushing my titties, my big fat titties, right into the grill! Ohhh… yesss… that’s what you do, that’s what you have to do to me, you have to burn me oh my god! Oh god shit.” Mark is grinding my nipples between his thumbs and his middle fingers, and digging his pointer fingers, with his fingernails, right into the tips of my nipples very hard    ‘“…you guys are laughing at me, because I’m just a disgusting dogfucker and I deserve it all, I deserve it all so much…” I am panting now and gasping “you guys need to push my titties right down onto the grill, right down on the grill. And burn them. Oh you guys are going to grill my ass and titties. Because I’m a dogfucking slut, I’m your subhuman piggy painslut. Oh you should. Oh you should take me and do that to me, you should do all that to me. I admit it! I deserve it! Oh god oh god oh god” I start openly crying now, as I fingerfuck myself very hard.

“I think someone should give her a kick right in the twat,” said one of the guys. “Who’s got the biggest boots?” Asked another, and everyone snickered. My whole body was on fire with lust and shame. I felt like the Devil had control of me. Mark reached up and tore my hand away from my twat, one split second before I wold have cummed.. Then Mark said something surprising. And with a tone that was surprising, because it was aimed at the boys, not at me. 

“I think we should all kick her twat.” He gave my nipples a vicious little twist. “Would you like that, freak?” 

Now I was a freak. That seemed somehow worse, in a way, than being all the other things. I realized that possibly I had convinced Mark I was too weird for a girl, I was somehow not feminine because I was too different, too weird and perverted, too much of a freak.… I was beyond being a “nasty whore” and now I was a pig. A pig who wanted to be roasted. I suddenly felt ugly and fat… but somehow I liked that too… I wanted them to hate me, and not feel sorry for me. They were going to destroy me, and that thought made my body shiver from head to toe with insane need.

“Would you, April? Be honest. Would you like that? Do you want us to take turns kicking you, hard, as hard as we can… April, should we do it? Right. Between. Your spread. Open. Legs… April Cunis? Is that what you want to have happen to you, right now, April? You have to tell the truth.”

There I was, on the edge of the precipice, right where Mark had put me. Right where I had put myself, with Mark’s help. I knew, absolutely, that I should not do this. I knew I would never come back from this, that things would never be the same. It was already too late, really, but this was category one insane, to invite this. But I could not control the insane yearning… 

“Uh Huh,” I whispered, just to him. 

“You have to say it”, reminded Mark.

“Um… yes. I do. I am saying it.”

“Full sentences, loud enough so everyone can hear. And so the phone recordings will pick it up. We want everyone to hear this, everyone you know to hear this. We are going to show them all the videos, April. Of course we are. Everyone at school. Your Mom and Dad. Your friend’s weird dad. You dad’s weird friends. We’ll make sure they all see it. The whole town, the whole school, the whole internet… everyone you know or will ever meet.” The shame welled up in me so high I was floating on flames. One tiny touch to my clit and I would have cum, screaming. I felt like a crazy person… I was a crazy person. And I could not keep it in:

“Yes please. Yes. I want you guys to do it. Please kick me between my legs. Please hold my legs open so I can’t close them, and don’t let me close them until everyone is finished and ready to stop. I deserve this because I fuck my dog, and dog-fucking whores like me need to be punished very, very severely. They do. You guys should do this and everything else to me, anything you want, from now on, forever. And you should show everyone. Oh god. Yes Mark. Yes please. Don’t ask me again, I might be screaming and begging you to stop, but don’t listen.”

“Wow” said Mark. “You certainly don’t mince words.” The boys laughed.

“But, you know, since you said all that, to us and to, you know, everyone who might see these videos, I think you might want to tell everyone who you are and where to find you. Yes. That’s what a public dogfucking slut would need, if she were to be properly punished, forever. Forever, like you say. And I agree. If you want to be punished forever, like you say, April Cunis, you should speak to our cameras, right now. You should invite anyone and everyone seeing these videos to look you up maybe find you, maybe feel free to take a turn with you, right?” He started yanking on my nipples mercilessly, and rhythmically. I realized I was now a thing, to him, and to all these guys. To everyone. “Tell the cameras your name, your full name. And where to find you.”

I looked right into Mark’s camera. “I am April Joy Cunis. I live in Charlesburgh, Oregon, at 2824 Prosperity Lane. I go to school at Charlesburgh High, and I work Tuesdays and Fridays at the Target in Charlesburgh. Now you know where to find me, if you want to rape me and hurt me.” A huge sinking feeling swept over me. I was in freefall, but I was so insanely excited! It was the sensation, once again, of floating on flames.

At Mark’s urging, two guys got up, each grabbing one of my legs. Mark didn’t want them to stamp-kick me, for fear of breaking my pelvic bone, so they turned me over so I was on my knees with my legs spread as wide as possible and my butt pushed high in the air, my tummy pushed down so my vulva was sticking straight out and up where it could be reached most easily by a swinging foot or boot. My head was in Mark’s lap and he was holding me firmly by my breasts, and tweaking my nipples roughly but wonderfully. Then they started kicking.

There was no queue or line, no pause in between kicks. Some of them swung from the side, some came right up the middle, impacting hard with the bridge of their foot. Some jamming the toes of their boots right up inside a little ways, others karate-kicking with the heels of their cowboy boots. Each kick made me higher. I was in the stratosphere, I was ‘round the bend’ with overstimulation. It hurt like nothing had ever hurt me before, but I was cumming. My damaged pussy was orgasming, not completely all at once, because the friction was not right, but in spurts, with each kick, each explosion of pain in my ruined, bleeding twat. I knew I was squirting for them, I could hear them laughing at me for it, peels of derisive, joyful laughter. I was the ultimate whore-toy, a Barbie doll they could break and ruin. I was so worked up I was multiply orgasmic and even though the sensations were all wrong, it was as though I could not finish an orgasm, I just kept spasming with each clumsy kick, with each excruciating, thunderous blow to what was now my deeply bruised, hugely swollen, spread open pussy lips. I could feel myself still squirting, in little bursts, I could feel the wetness I was making. Some of it was surely blood, I knew, but most of it was cum. 

Until it wasn’t. Suddenly I peed. My bladder had somehow received the impact of a deep blow aimed at my clit, and I released my urine all over the floor.

“Oh god she’s so gross!” I heard someone shout. “Eww.. Ick and it smells too. I can smell it. Can you?” It turned out they could all smell it. I could smell it too… I must not have been drinking enough water lately, or maybe it had something to do with my hormones… It smelled funny, not like my normal pee. Suddenly I realized that I had been drugged! Adrenaline coursed through my body anew at the thought that they — that Mark — had manipulated me in this way. What a scam! My inhibitions had been loosened chemically… but of course, this was still certainly me. These were my dreams they were realizing, my fantasies. It was all still my fault, their derision was well-earned, well deserved. I realized just as suddenly that they had drugged me just to get me out of my clothes, to get me to strip and take a couple of dares. I would have done that anyway, and these “bonus rounds” were about me. They had stripped me bare and revealed, to everyone, what I am. I later found out that they had given me truth serum.

“Okay get her over here.” They pulled me away from Mark and turned me around. “BAD GIRL!” An overweight frat-boy type shouted in my face. “Rub her face in it” Someone said, and that’s what they did, the frat boy grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face down into the mess. It was not just pee — very yellow, stinky pee — but also a little blood, and of course quite a bit of my slick, slimy pussy juice, which had it’s own distinct smell. I looked up at the frat boy, knowing he had every right to feel exactly what he felt about me, that I was a subhuman, creepy, stupid, slutty little whore and I deserved whatever I got. He was right, he knew it, I knew he knew it, and I wanted him to know I knew we both knew it, so I looked him in the eye and took a big sloppy lick of the stinky urine and other personal fluids off the floor, I gobbled and slurped as best I could without breaking eye contact. “Oh my god you are so gross” he said, and I felt a disturbing but intense  sense of pride well up inside me. I smiled through my tear and mascara-stained face. “Do you like me this way?”

“Nope. I hate you.” It was a simple statement of fact. “I want to punch you in your stupid whore face.”

“You should then” I said.