J Watson: Kidnapped and raped schoolgirls

Finally he pulled his cock wetly out of her mouth.

"First lesson, bitch," Bobby said. "But don't worry. There's going to be a few more lessons before the night is over."

Sherry had no idea what had happened to the others. All she knew was that her captor had dragged her off in a different direction. She was now being led through a hallway of some kind and into a crowded room where there were half a dozen men sitting around.

"Hot damn," one of the men said. "This is the best one yet."

"I knew you'd like her, George," Sherry's captor said. "She's still prime virgin. I checked her myself. How about a bid?"

"One thousand dollars," the man said.

"Show us her tits," another man yelled.

"You know the rules," someone else said. "No tits until you pay for it. Play by the rules."

Sherry stood there numbly with her hands tied behind her. She could still feel the shame going through her as she remembered what had been done to her already. And she had the feeling that the worst was yet to come. She tried to look around for one look of mercy but there was no mercy in any face.

The bidding was going up fast. She heard five thousand dollars and someone went even higher. She didn't know what the final price was but the man named George had made it. He was grinning as he came down the steps and took the rope that went around her neck.

"You're going to come with me, bitch," George said. "Hurry up. I've been looking forward to this all night."

George was a huge man with a red-looking face. There was also a cruel glint in his eyes that frightened her. She had the feeling that there was going to be no mercy with George. She also knew what he had bid upon. He was going to take her virginity. She had been saving it for Jim but now this man was going to brutally take it.

"Hurry up, bitch," George said, jerking at the rope around her neck. "You're walking too fucking slow."

He jerked her neck again and she followed him up a long stairs. He turned and went into the bedroom on the corner but there was somebody already in it.

"Hey, what the fuck!" a man yelled.

"Sorry," George said. "But you're supposed to lock the door."

"I couldn't wait," the man said. "I was in a hurry to get at this little beauty."

Sherry could see into the room and she gasped. Leslie was on the bed, completely naked, tied on her hands and knees with a pillow under her belly. A fat, hairy man stood behind her and he was slowly forcing his enormous cock into her tiny pussy.

Leslie wasn't saying anything and her eyes looked blank. The only expression was the one of pain as the huge man kept forcing his cock deeper into her pussy.

"Don't do that to her," Sherry whispered.

"What's the matter, bitch?" George asked. "Don't you like watching?"

"No," Sherry said.

"Watch it anyway."

He grabbed Sherry by the hair and forced her face closer so that she could see every detail of what was happening to Leslie. Now Leslie moaned as the big man pushed a little harder and his prick seemed to tear into her. His prick went all the way into her pussy from behind and Leslie started sobbing in terror and pain.

"Fuck her good," George said.

It was the second time that evening Sherry had watched people fucking but this time it didn't excite her. This time it hurt her as the man started pushing his bloated cock in and out of Leslie's tight pussy.

"Good show," George said, "but I've got to get busy with my own little bitch. I hope you got a good look at that, bitch. That's what your pussy is going to be getting, pretty soon."

Sherry tried to jerk away but the man held her firmly. He took her down the hall and he tried a few more doors. Finally he found an open one and he pushed her inside.

The room was just like the other. George locked the door behind them and gave her a shove toward the bed. Sherry nearly stumbled. Her mouth felt dry and her heart was beating. It was about to happen, just like it had happened to Leslie! She turned to face George and there was a fighting look of determination in her eyes.

"So you want to fight me," George said. "I can see it in your face, bitch. You want to fight me. I'll enjoy it."

George grabbed the front of her gown and pulled it down. Her creamy tits popped free and she backed up quickly. She was ashamed of the way her tits stood out so proudly in front of his hungry eyes.

"Shit," George said. "You really do have a pair. You really look good, baby!"

George came toward her and she started backing up. She was desperately trying to think of some way to stop him but she couldn't. All she could do was postpone it for moments.

"Leave me alone," she said. "My father could pay you money. He could make it worth your while."

"I don't want your money, bitch," he said. "I just want some of your hot pussy!"

George came after her. She tried to twist around him but he was tired of playing. He hit her hard in the stomach and she grabbed her belly in pain. She folded over and he pushed her down on the bed. Both his hands gripped her creamy tits.

"Beautiful fucking tits," he said. "Really nice. I'm going to love having you around for a while!"

He forced her backwards on the bed. She tried to struggle out from under him and almost clawed his face. He slapped her hard. There were tears running down her cheeks as she tried to fight her way out from under him.

He undid her hands and took one of them in both of his. She started smashing him with the other hand. He was cursing her but he pinned her hand down above her. She didn't know what he was doing until she suddenly felt something metal around her wrists.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm just fixing you up, baby," he answered. "I'm going to fix you up good."

He had her arm chained and she couldn't get it free. He grabbed her other arm and fastened it to some sort of metal ring on the other side. Now her arms were spread out wide above her and she could do nothing but kick at him.

George got up off the bed. He was looking at her with a smug satisfaction.

"You just keep fighting, baby," he told her. "You just keep moving that hot little ass around. I'm going to love it when I get my cock into you!"

She knew she was nearly helpless. She tried pulling her hands free but she was caught solidly. She could only kick at him and now her green evening gown had pulled up above her knees and he was getting a good look at her legs. He licked his fat lips.

He moved over to the bed. He sat down beside her and put his hand on her knees. He slowly moved his hand up to the edge of her skirt and Sherry tried to turn over on her side but she couldn't get his hand off her. It made her skin crawl.

"I'm going to take my time with you, bitch," George said. "I'm going to take my time and enjoy every inch of your delicious body!"

She couldn't stop him as he moved his hand up higher. His hand went underneath her skirt. He was touching her thighs. His fingers stroked her naked thighs as she closed them tightly together.

"You should learn to relax, baby," he said. "You fight too much. You should relax and enjoy yourself."

"You bastard," she said. "You sick bastard!"

"Such language from a young lady."

His hand moved up higher. He was watching the terror on her face as his hand finally touched her panties. He enjoyed it as his fingers moved around her cunt. He started stroking the line of her panties almost down into the crack between her legs.

"Don't do that, please," she whispered. "I'll do to you what I did for that other man. Please don't do that."

"You mean Bobby? What did you do for Bobby? Did you suck his hard prick?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'll do anything, but please don't do that to me. I'm a virgin."

"Of course you are. You wouldn't be worth all that money to me if you weren't a virgin. I like young virgins. I get them so I can break them in right."