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Chaos - 6 (MF+/MF, nc, rp, huml)
by Cloivey

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Chapter 12

"You inconsiderate fuck!" he bellowed at me as he held 
the blank sheet in front of him. "I give you a chance 
to spend everyday with your wife, and you don’t have 
the decency to put three little numbers on a piece of 
paper?" as he snatched it from my hand. Walking toward 
the door, he peered in on Melissa laying in a haze on 
the bed. 

"At least someone is ready to make you two a couple," 
he sneered as he walked out the door. "I’ll take care 
of this," as he slammed the door. 

"Go sit down," ordered the guard as he lit a cigarette. 
"Why didn’t you tell him what happened, why we didn’t 
have any time to fill out the paper?" I asked him. He 
gave me his little "what the fuck" smirk and looked 
away. 

Just then his radio beeped. "Yea" he answered. "What 
the fuck are you guys doing in there, we can see the 
bitch is ready for action, but nothing is happening!" 
came the voice. "Boss is taking care of it, won’t be 
too long," he answered. "Hurry the fuck up, we are all 
down here waiting on the show," came the response. He 
said nothing. 

"Hey, have you been by Room 42 yet?" came another burst 
over the radio. 

"No," he replied, rolling his eyes at me as if I was in 
on the conversation. "I am surprised you can’t hear 
that bitch from where you are!" he laughed. "She is 
freaking out, saying that she wants her Mom and Dad!"

"You’re lucky day" he proudly announced as he came into 
the room. "I got you the full $1000, because I care," 
he smirked at me to the delight of the guard. As he 
moved toward me, people began filing in behind him. 
"Just so happens that each of these 20 lads had $50 
bucks they wanted to blow tonight! WHAT LUCK!" he 
laughed. "Stand up and meet your fuckin’ life savers," 
he snapped at me. 

The room was now filled with boys and men of all 
shapes, ages and sizes. Some of them looked to be no 
older than 15! As I stood, he grabbed me by the collar 
and held me upright in front of the group. "Pay this 
man," he announced to the crowd. 

"Where is she?" came voice. 

"Yeah, where the fuck is she?" He shot a glance toward 
the guard and motioned his head toward the bedroom 
door. 

"Pay up now, your time is clicking. People began 
pushing money toward me, instinctively I began trying 
to place it in my pockets, but it was coming too fast. 
"Ahhhh! YES!" came a voice. 

Then the others joined in as they looked toward the 
bedroom door where the guard had Melissa standing nude 
with his hand behind her neck. "No, no," he warned as 
they started moving toward her. "Money first, then 
playtime." 

I stared at Melissa and took the money best I could. 
Some of them actually began stuffing it in my pockets 
for me. Melissa just stood there, trying not to look at 
anyone in particular, crossing her arms over her large 
breasts. She closed her eyes as comments came from the 
crowd about how she looked and what they wanted to do 
to her. 

When the last man paid and joined the crowd in front of 
the door, I noticed that some of the men were already 
taking their clothes off and fondling themselves as 
they proudly tried to display their manhood to my wife. 
"In time... in time!" he ordered the now restless 
crowd. "Count out the money as you give it to me," he 
said softly to me as he held his hand out. 

As I began counting the money, the comments from the 
crowd became more raucous. At one of their wishes, the 
guard even turned Melissa around for them as they 
jeered. As I handed him the last of the $1000, he 
turned to the guard and announced, "PARTY TIME!" 

With that, the guard forcefully pushed Melissa into the 
crowd. She would have easily fallen, but they caught 
her and descended upon her like mad wolves. I could see 
them pawing at her breasts and body as one of them 
grabbed her by hair and threw her toward the center of 
the room. "Come with me," he ordered, "Let’s let the 
boys have their playtime." 

"Don’t forget, it’s 9:00 now, you only have until 
3:00!" he yelled as he and the guard led me out the 
door. 

I could hear Melissa squealing underneath the mass of 
nude bodies that engulfed her. As the door slammed 
shut, I found myself in a hallway bustling with people. 
I could hear cries and moans from half open doors as we 
careened through the crowd. 

Finally, I was led to an elevator, as we waited for it 
to open, he turned to the guard. "Hang around and make 
sure that group does not start tearing into each other, 
we have a reputation to uphold you know." 

Laughing the guard turned and walked back into the 
crowd. I watched him until a loud ‘ding’ signaled that 
the elevator had arrived. My eyes grew wide as the 
doors opened. On the floor, down on her hands and 
knees, was a bloodshot eyed woman, completely nude, 
throwing up on the floor. 

One of the men inside with her placed his foot against 
her ass and thrust her toward the opening. "Party 
pooper," he laughed at her as the others joined in. She 
grabbed my leg and looked up at me, "Please help, 
please help me." Her plea was cut short as the man gave 
her another swift thrust from the rear with his boot. 
She swung around still clutching my leg as they pulled 
her away. 

"You boys better get her under control," said the cocky 
man as we stepped into the elevator, making sure to 
stay clear of the fresh vomit. "We will, no worries 
mate, she has yet to acquire a taste for chocolate 
covered cock," he chortled. 

As the doors closed, the silence and the stench was 
deafening. "How could you do that to us, to Melissa?" I 
asked. His absence of a response irritated me even 
more. "You fuckin’ animals, you worthless fucks will 
get yours," I added. 

He cast a stern look at me, "Better be careful with our 
comments Mr. 27, I can see that things get much worse 
for unappreciative tenants." The door opened and we 
were in a dark, quiet hallway. I could tell that we 
were on the bottom floor, or even the basement. 

He led me past a series of rooms, doors open, lights 
off in most, only the flickering of a TV or computer 
screen illuminated the rooms. Men talking, cries and 
moans, and complete silence, each room was different. 
About middle way down the hall, he veered into a dark 
room with a cracked door. Wait here, he ordered as I 
stopped half into the doorway. 

He spoke to two men, getting a cigarette from one, as 
they sat in front of a monitor. On the screen, there 
was a black and white image of a middle aged man, 
standing behind a middle aged woman as she sat in a 
chair with her legs spread. He gently rubbed her tits 
as she ran her hands through the hair of a very slight 
girl who had her face buried between the ladies thighs. 

The woman was athletically built and gyrated her hips 
into the face of the girl. "Whoa, that got serious in a 
hurry," laughed the asshole as he handed the lighter 
back to one of the men. 

"Indeed... it did," added the other man without taking 
his eyes off the screen. "Best we can figure, it is his 
birthday, and they rented little number 87 to help his 
wife spice things up." 

The other one then added, "She acted kinda hesitant 
when they brought the little girl in, but it looks like 
she got over it." They all chuckled as they moved 
closer to the screen. 

"Give us some volume," asshole requested. "Rog cut it 
down, all it was at first was that little bitch whining 
and telling them how she wanted to go home, now that 
her mouth is busy, maybe it won’t be so bad," leaning 
forward and turning a knob on the controls. 

As the sound filled the room, the man was telling his 
wife how beautiful she looked, and asking if the little 
girl was making her feel good. "Yessss!" she moaned.

"Open your eyes and look at her," he ordered the little 
girl. As she lapped at the pussy of the woman, she 
looked up at her with sad and wondering eyes. "Ummmm, 
I’d like to fuck that little thing..." muttered one of 
them. "Which one?" giggled the other. "Yeah really, 
either I guess, but that little young one, ummmm." 

"She’s 16 you know, she is just tiny, I think she is a 
gymnast or something her brother said." 

"Where the hell is he tonight?" asked the asshole as he 
snuffed out the cigarette. 

"Let’s see, 33 I think," as he scrolled through 
different screens, each showing a vast array of sexual 
deviants. 

"You know a little smoothie like him usually gets 
picked up by...yep, there he is!" he proudly announced. 

The screen showed a teenage boy, on all fours with a 
sock or underwear in his mouth to muffle his cries as a 
large hairy man pumped him from behind. Another man 
stood anxiously by, stroking his cock and rubbing the 
young boys sweat covered back. 

"Have central leave both of them here tonight, put them 
in 89, I think I would like to spend some time with sis 
and bro’ tonight," gleamed the asshole. "Adrian, you 
are turning into a sicker fuck each day," chortled the 
man. "Adrian, so that is the assholes name," I thought 
to myself. "Let’s check on Brad’s wife before we go," 
he quipped. 

"Brad?" he asked puzzled. He then motioned my way as 
they turned to look. "Braaaaad... 27 Brad," he chimed. 

As he changed the screen, I looked on in disgust at the 
abuse of my wife. She was still on the couch, seated 
whiled two held her ankles over her shoulders. One man 
stood on the couch, straddling her and forcing his cock 
into her mouth. Another man was furiously pumping away 
at her pussy. Two others yet, were seated on each side 
of her pinching and slapping her tits. 

Smiling, he looked at me and turned up the volume. 
"Fuck yea, fuck yea, ummmmmmm, ummmmmm, fuck that 
pussy, you like that don’t you whore... fuck yea," as 
he pounded into Melissa. 

Her moans were squelched by the cock of the fat man 
being thrust down her throat. I just held my head down 
in disgust and anger as the sounds echoed throughout 
the room. The jeering and arguing among the men and 
boys in the room was more than I could take, I clenched 
my eyes tight, trying not to let the men see the tears 
welling up in my eyes. I felt helpless, there was 
nothing I could do as they ravaged my lovely bride. 

The hardest part was knowing that we were no more than 
20 minutes into a several hour ordeal. "Could she make 
it, what was going to happen to her?" 

"Poor gal, we’ll be mopping up her insides in an hour, 
such a shame, such a beautiful woman," monotoned Adrian 
as he lit another cigarette. "Take him with the others, 
I have some work to do," Adrian blurted to the guard.

The room was like an old office of some sort, gray 
walls, no windows, just me, two other prisoners, one of 
whom I recognized and several younger guards who were 
evidently at the bottom of the totem pole, constantly 
bitching to one another about their assignment, 
compared to the ones the others had. 

The guards sat around a coffee table, playing some type 
of card game, while the three of us sat silently in our 
jumpsuits, each numb with the horror of the event. 
Little did we know that the boredom would take a 
horrible twist as the door opened and a guard walked 
in. He set a small square black bag with a shoulder 
strap attached on the table. 

"What’s this?" blurted one of the quards. 

He answered in a foreign language. 

"What the fuck did he say?" another guard asked no one 
in particular as he took the case and opened it. 

"He said it is a camera, someone left it upstairs, 
wanted to know who’s it was," answered yet another 
guard in broken English. 

They all gathered around and began inspecting the video 
camera. Much to their chagrin, the tape was blank. They 
took turns videoing each other and laughing for a few 
minutes. 

Finally, one of the guards turned the camera toward us. 
"Smile," he laughed. I looked away as he pointed the 
camera at me. "Ohhhh, Meester 27 not like camera, not 
like Mees 27!" he bellowed. "Stand up and take off your 
clothes!" ordered one of the others. 

Reacting to my look of bewilderment, he yelled, "STAND 
UP AND STRIP!" As all of them rose and left the table 
headed my way, I stood up and unzipped my jumpsuit and 
stepped out of it. Laughing, he pointed the camera 
toward my cock. "What is deese little thing?" he 
proudly announced. 

"No wonder Mees 27 hurt much at first, she was steel 
tiny!" 

"Moving closer and keeping the camera on my dick I 
nervously looked around the room at the other prisoners 
who were trying to blend into the walls at this point. 

"Make it hard 27, let’s she what she really gets," 
ordered a tall guard stepping to the front of the pack. 
"Yes make eet hard," he added as he moved closer. 

Nervously, I reached down and began to pull and rub on 
my flaccid cock. The other guards now began laughing 
and coaching me on what to do. With the situation 
escalating and my blood pumping, I was unable to get 
hard after several minutes of trying. "That must be 
eet, hees as beeg as he gets," laughed the camera man. 
"Show us how you fuck your wife with that little dick 
27," chortled another. 

Again, I gave them a confused look. "Lay the fuck down 
and show the camera how you fuck your wife!" he 
growled, grabbing my neck and forcing me face first to 
the ground. I laid motionless on the ground until one 
of them forcefully kicked me in the side, knocking the 
wind from me. 

"Hump her you fuck...give it to her good!" Slowly I 
began humping the cold floor beneath my belly. Now the 
crowd encircled me as one placed his black boot in 
front of my face. "Show me how you kiss her, talk to 
her." 

Still gasping for air, I place my lips on his boot and 
continued humping the floor. Another kick, "use your 
tongue and tell her you love her, you don’t fuck her 
like that do you?" 

With my eyes clenched shut, I tongued the nasty black 
boot while humping the floor and whispering how much I 
loved her to the boot. Now the crowd was really 
enjoying my humiliation, pushing my ass down and 
telling me to fuck her harder for the camera.

"Ooooh, your leetle deek is keeling me honey!" 

"OOH! I want eet doggie style babe!" he laughed. 

As I kept humping, one of them reached down and grabbed 
me by the hair, "You heard the bitch, she wants it 
doggie style now!" I rose up to my knees and shamefully 
began thrusting into the air, acting like I was holding 
on to her hips. "Spank me baby...spank me goot!" 

I took my hand and pretended to spank her. After 
several more minutes of humiliation, he chimed in 
again, "OOHHHH, I am cumming babeee, OHHHHH, faster, 
harder!" 

Again, one grabs my hair and tells me to fuck her 
harder. I begin to violently thrust forward and pretend 
to spank her. Laughing, he lets go of my hair and 
everyone moves back and the room fills with laughter. 

"Oh... the others are very jealous," he adds as he 
turns the camera toward the two other prisoners. 
"Meester 27 gets to fuck and they get nothing?" "You 
two, up! Take off your clothes." 

I breathed a sigh of relief, now the humiliation would 
turn to them. I silently thanked God that they were 
through with me. Nervously the other two stripped and 
stood before the guard with the camera. 

"Seet down!" he snaps at them. "Mr. 27 is going to show 
you how Meeses 27 like to suck cock." My heart sank as 
again my hair was grabbed and I was pulled, trying to 
walk on my knees as fast I could toward the seated men. 
My head was forced between the legs of the first one. 

Suddenly the door burst open and the crowd parted. 
There, with a curious grin stood Adrian gleaming at me 
kneeling between the man's legs. "BRAD! Goddamn you 
can’t get enough can you kid?" he laughed. "I leave you 
alone for a few minutes, thinking you would be worried 
about Melissa getting gang raped, but nooooooo, you 
take it upon yourself to pass the time by sucking off 
your buddies!" The room then erupted into laughter. He 
moved closer to me as I looked up at him. 

"Tell you what," he quipped. "Since you seem so eager 
to help, and I do believe little Melissa has passed out 
from pain upstairs, but THEY haven’t," smiling at the 
others, "you have ten minutes to make these two men 
cum, and we go get Melissa and you two have paid your 
debt." 

Looking at his watch, "starting... now!" I turned and 
grabbed the flaccid cock before me. "I will try and 
help you Brad," came a whisper as our eyes met while I 
placed my mouth around his cock. 



I tried to tune out the jeers and name calling from the 
crowd, I paid no attention to the man holding the 
camera right in my face, I just focused on what I had 
to do to help my wife...and family. I felt his cock 
beginning to grow as I worked his cock with my hand and 
mouth. After several minutes he was fully erect and I 
could feel him starting to gyrate his hips into me, 
sometimes causing me to choke on his slippery cock, 
much to the delight of the crowd. 

I tried in vain for what seemed like forever, stoking 
and sucking his cock as fast I could. My mouth and jaws 
became numb as I worked his hard cock. "Six minutes 
down Brad, and you haven’t even gotten one done!" 
blasted Adrian. Exhausted I let his dick fall from my 
mouth. 

"Maybe one of you needs to go and turn Brad's wife over 
every few minutes so they don’t kill her," Adrian 
quipped to one of the guards. "The prisoner reached 
down and started stroking his cock. "Suck my balls and 
stick your finger in my ass," he whispered to me. 

I looked up at him in disbelief. "Just fuckin’ do it, 
don’t let these bastards beat you," he said in a louder 
voice. He began stroking his cock as I began sucking 
his balls. He worked his ass toward me as I slowly 
slipped my finger into his tight sticky hole. 

"Start getting yourself hard," he blurted to the other 
prisoner sitting next to him. "Ahh, a little deeper 
man... a little deeper... let’s do this," he moaned. 
"How sweet... the queers are helping each other out," 
sneered Adrian. He began to buck and stroke harder, I 
pushed my finger deeper in his ass and sucked his balls 
with all my might. 

I felt warm liquid hit my nose and cheek just as he 
moaned, "aaaahhhhhhhh!" Forcefully, he pushed my head 
away and toward the other prisoner who already had his 
cock almost completely hard. "Do the same thing to him, 
go!" 

Without hesitation, I put his balls I my mouth and 
began working my finger into his ass. "Two minutes!" 
his voice blared. I sucked and licked his balls, 
working my finger deeper into his asshole. He stroked 
his cock faster. "You’re gonna have to suck it...gonna 
have to," he moaned to me. Pulling my finger from his 
ass I grabbed his cock and put it my mouth. 

"Put your finger back," he hissed with his eyes closed. 
I put my finger back in his hole as he took his hand 
and began stroking his cock into my mouth. "Faster..." 
he whispered. 

I began pushing my finger in and out of his ass while 
he pumped his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt his ass 
tighten like a vice around my finger as hot gooey 
liquid filled my mouth, causing me to gag and rock 
backward. I pulled back, I felt more of his hot load 
spray across my lips and eyes. 

The room erupted in laughter and cheering as the camera 
man hovered over my cum stained face. Immediately I 
jumped to my feet and walked toward Adrian. "Let’s go 
get her," I blurted. 

"Let’s go," he laughed as I followed him naked out the 
door. People stared and laughed as I marched through 
the hall nude, with cum streaming from my lips and 
face, to get my wife. When we opened the door, the room 
was filled with men and boys in various stages of 
undress. 

"Where is she?" I asked no one in particular. A young 
boy pointed toward the bedroom door and smiled. I 
wheeled and pushed my way past the crowd to the door 
where I could hear Melissa coughing and gagging. I 
erupted when I walked into the room. 

Melissa lay semi conscious, visible blood between her 
legs, spread eagle on the bed while four men stood on 
the bed and were pissing on her. I knew they were not 
the first, she was completely covered in urine. Nasty 
yellow fluid pooled up on the bed at her hips and back. 
She tried her best to move her face and mouth from 
their carefully aimed streams, only to have it rush 
into her nostrils causing her to gag and choke. 

Adrian only stood and watched as I pulled the men off 
the bed and lay my naked body on top of Melissa’s. The 
men began arguing and trying to pull me off her, but I 
would not let loose of her. Then, I felt the hot piss 
splattering across my back as they laughed. I just laid 
there, feeling stream after stream cross my body. As 
they tried to aim it at Melissa’s face, I moved my head 
trying to protect her. Suddenly someone pounced on my 
back full force. 

Melissa let out a moan as the weight of two people 
crushed her into the bed. Then I felt hands, many hand, 
grabbing my legs and pulling them apart. When I tried 
to reach back and grab them, the full force of the 
weight caused the air to rush out of Melissa. Quickly, 
I pulled my arms back underneath me and pushed my hands 
into the mattress to relieve the pressure. Then I could 
feel the man on my back trying to force himself into 
me. 

As I struggled to close my legs, the men just pulled 
them farther apart, making it harder to keep the weight 
off Melissa. "NO! NO! GODDAMNIT!" I barked as I felt 
his cock getting closer to my asshole. Now more people 
gathered around the bed and began shouting. One of them 
reached below my face and stuck his finger in Melissa’s 
mouth, yanking her cheek like a fish hook toward him. 

I reached down and bit as hard as I could on his hand. 
Just then, I felt the most pain I could ever imagine, 
it felt like my insides were being torn apart as he 
thrust his cock deep into my bowels. The pain started 
to briefly subside as he left it buried deep inside of 
me. But as he began to pull it out, I let another cry. 

With his next thrust, tears began flowing from my eyes. 
I collapsed on Melissa again as he thrust in and out. A 
weak gurgle came from her throat, her eyes opened wide, 
and immediately I forced my hands back down on the bed. 
As I created space between us, hands immediately rushed 
in and began pawing her tits. 

I see the pain in her glassy eyes as they pinched her 
nipples and pulled them with all their might. I could 
do nothing, deep grunts were forced from my throat as 
he pumped his cock in and out of my ass, each thrust 
burning more than the previous. I starting begging 
through my tears. "Please...please!" 

They began mocking me. As he pumped faster I could feel 
him putting more weight on me, in turn, I pushed harder 
on the bed. I felt sweat drip from his head on my neck 
and onto Melissa’s ear. Then I felt his warm goo fill 
my virgin ass. I took a deep breath as he left his cock 
buried deep into me and let the full force of his 
weight down on me. 

The lack of movement was like a breath of fresh air, 
though short-lived. I screamed again as he pulled his 
cock from me and I felt the cool air hit my sweat 
covered back as he dismounted. Then, almost instantly, 
another body plopped on top of me. Again, despite my 
pleas, he forced himself into me and began pumping. 

Hands covered Melissa’s face and tits, then found their 
way down to my cock and balls where they violently 
squeezed and pulled. I could not muster a word, only 
winces and groans as they took turns pounding my ass. 
My arms, ready to give out. After several men took 
turns with me, the last one pulled out, I could feel 
hot and cold goo easing out of my ass and down my legs. 
I took the weight off my hands and placed my elbows 
down on the bed. 

I had never been in such pain in my life. There was a 
little commotion in the room and I felt my legs yanked 
farther apart as laughter filled the room. Then, I saw 
two large, black hands, one on each side of Melissa’s 
head, press into the mattress as I felt another body 
climb on top of me. 

The next sensation was worse than death. I felt my 
ravaged asshole being spread, like someone's hand was 
being forced inside me. I could smell his thick musk as 
I tried to get off my elbows and put my hands back on 
the bed. In my short experience, I had learned that 
once the cock head passed my sphincter, if I relaxed it 
lessened the pain somewhat. That was not the case now, 
once his massive head passed, the rest was equally as 
painful. 

He was going to deep, I nearly passed out as his huge 
rod keep inching into my bowels. As tears streamed down 
my face, he finally hit bottom, only to painfully pull 
his monster all the way out and thrust it in again! 
Over and over he came completely out and smashed deep 
inside of me. Finally, the pain was too much, I 
collapsed on top of Melissa. Again, her eyes opened 
wide and she struggled for air. I could not make myself 
raise up toward this beast anymore.

I felt Melissa’s nails digging into me, struggling for 
air, but I was paralyzed with pain. Then someone 
grabbed my hair and turned me toward them. Adrian 
leaned in close to me, "Do you want to finish him with 
your mouth?" I shook my head yes. Again, I clenched my 
teeth as he pulled his cock from my ass completely. 
Still holding my hair, Adrian helped me off Melissa and 
pulled me to where I sat on the edge of the bed. 
Immediately I felt bodies rush past me and climb on top 
of Melissa, spreading her legs. 

"No more for her," blurted Adrian, as he and the guard 
pulled them from her. As I sat on the bed, I could see 
her feet on each side of me. Then, barely able to 
focus, the large black man grabbed my hair and forced 
his shit and blood covered cock through my lips. 
Instinctively, I reached forward in an effort to 
control his entrance. He slapped my hands away, just as 
two others grabbed them and held them behind my back. 
His massive head passed between my lips, forcing it’s 
way down my throat. 

As I started to gag, I could see that there were still 
several inches of black cock waiting for entry. The 
combination of the force, and the smell and taste of 
shit, caused me to vomit. Because I could not use my 
hands to free my self, the acid puke shot from my 
nostrils onto his hard cock. 

The burning in my throat and nose was unbearable. He 
pulled his cock from my mouth, puke and spit ran from 
my lips, down my chin onto my chest and legs. He took 
his hard cock and slapped it across my face, laughing. 
Again, he forced the head past my lips, after some 
short.
 
Gagging thrusts, he forced it down my throat again with 
the same result. The rancid puke spewed from my nose. 
"No good!" he announced to Adrian. "Move her," Adrian 
ordered the men. "No, please... I can do it," I 
whispered, fearing that Melissa was going to be raped 
by this monster. 

In a flash, he pushed me back onto the bed, grabbed my 
ankles and forced them behind my ears. My eyes rolled 
back in my head as he thrust his huge cock deep into my 
ass. I felt like I was surely going to die. I felt his 
large black balls slapping my ass and the back of my 
legs as he hammered away at me. As I clenched my teeth 
and made no effort to muffle my cries, I felt a hand 
wipe the tears from my face. 

I opened my eyes, first seeing the black beast gleaming 
down at me with a grimace on his face, sweat dripping 
from his nose onto my face, mixing with my tears. As I 
looked to the left, I could see that it was Melissa, 
wiping away the tears and running her fingers through 
my hair. She gazed at me with far away eyes. Our eyes 
stayed locked for a few seconds, but then I slammed 
them shut as the black monster pumped his load into me. 

As he pulled out, I felt massive amounts of hot semen 
run from my open anus. Just like that, we were alone in 
the room, in a bed full of urine, blood, shit and 
semen, just me and Melissa. I laid there numb, she 
caressing my face.


Chapter 13


The conversation awoke me. I squinted into the light to 
see the little derelict in the wheelchair. "I will 
clean up right now Fordham," Melissa said as she slowly 
and painfully rose from the bed. "What the fuck is 
going on?" I asked. "Nothing honey, please, just rest," 
as she limped toward the bathroom. "You two need to 
clean this fuckin’ place up," he snapped at me. 

"What the fuck happened in here last night?" 

"You get the fuck outta’ here," I blurted to him. 

"Very well," he smugly retorted. "Goodbye Melissa," he 
snapped as he wheeled past the bathroom where the 
shower was now running. 

"What? No.. Fordham!" Melissa pleaded coming out of the 
shower. 

"Better tell Hubby to keep his cocksucker shut then!" 

Melissa, nude and wet came and sat on the bed. "Honey, 
please, I cannot get pregnant, you don’t want to see 
what happens to the pregnant ones... please." 

Fordham was staring at Melissa’s bruised breasts and 
blotched body. "God girl, whatever happened last 
night?" 

Melissa rose, "P-please wait, I'll clean-up in a 
moment." 

Fordham smiled his little cocky smile and wheeled 
himself out of the room. I could here him speaking with 
someone in the other room. As I tried to rise, pain 
shot through my body and I collapsed back on the bed. 

Slowly, I winced and tried again. The pain in my ass 
was unbearable. I forced myself up, leaning on the wall 
the whole way, and made my way to the sitting room. The 
room had a horrible stench, and bottles and ashtrays 
littered the floor. I could see one of Melissa’s 
stockings tied around a chair, her bra was strewn 
against the far wall. I collapsed onto one of the 
chairs, unable to move any further. 

Melissa then emerged from the shower, towel around her, 
hair still soaking wet. "Thank you Fordham, thank you 
for waiting." As Melissa limped past me into the 
sitting room, Fordham blurted, "Miss modest now, why 
the towel?" 

At that point Melissa motioned toward the young boy 
sitting beside Fordham, he could not have been more 
than 13, Melissa had older children. "This is a little 
friend of mine, he helps me with chores, and various 
tasks," informed Fordham. 

"I promised him a little treat today, so lose the towel 
and let’s educate the lad." Noticeably shamed, Melissa 
took the towel off and laid it on across a chair. 
"She’s a little battered up, which I did not know, but 
she is still a woman," Fordham said to the lad. 

"Go ahead, I see you staring, go feel them." With that 
the lad jumped up and tentatively walked toward Melissa 
and reached out and began feeling her large breasts. 
"You’ll be his first Melissa, you should be proud," the 
bastard announced. 

"Fordham, please, I’m really hurt down there, please?" 
Melissa begged in a whisper. The lad now moved behind 
Melissa and began rubbing her ass cheeks. "Jesus Christ 
Melissa, he’s a kid, how hurt can you be?" Fordham 
chuckled. 

"Brad, I am not going to have them get on that sty you 
call a bed. There are clean sheets in the closet, why 
don’t you be a good husband and change the sheets while 
these two become better acquainted?" he sneered at me. 

As the hatred ran through my veins, I forced my self up 
and limped into the bedroom. As I began removing the 
sheets, I heard Fordham, "why don’t you take off your 
clothes so she can help make you feel good?" After 
struggling with the sheets, I made my way back into the 
room. 

Melissa was on the couch with the pale little boy 
beside her. He was sucking on one of her breasts and 
pushing his middle finger in her pussy. Melissa had her 
right hand massaging his hard little pink cock. "That 
hurts." Melissa quipped as the boy forced his finger 
deeper into her. 

"Too bad!" snapped the little bastard, drawing a huge 
laugh from Fordham. The boy then stood up on the couch, 
straddled Melissa, and put his little pink dick in her 
face. Slowly she opened her mouth and took him in. Even 
after I closed my eyes and turned away in disgust, the 
image of his little skinny white body straddling my 
wife’s face burned into my brain. 

Then, in an instant, the little boy began to groan, 
Melissa pulled him from her mouth and let his juices 
squirt onto her chest while he flexed his little white 
ass. 

"Whoa...that was quick!" bellowed Fordham. 

The little boy jumped off the couch and I tossed a 
towel to Melissa. "I want her to lick it off her tits!" 
the kid gleamed. 

Embarrassed, Melissa looked at me and then at Fordham. 
No one spoke a word as she raised her tits to her mouth 
and began licking his teen cum off her tits. "My Dad 
fucked you, and my uncle T," the boy announced. 

With that I stood up slowly, Melissa kept licking, 
never looking at the boy. "Uncle T says your ass shakes 
like jelly." 

"Shut the fuck up!" I blurted. "Shut your fuckin’ 
mouth!" 

The startled boy looked at Fordham who said nothing. 
"Come give her this," Fordham spoke as he handed the 
boy a pill. "You’ll have to learn to hold out a bit 
longer, so you can get the real thing next time," 
Fordham chuckled. 

Melissa sat nude on the couch as Fordham rolled toward 
the door and the kid slipped his clothes back on. "See 
ya jelly ass!" the kid snorted as he slammed the door.

To be continued?           email: u_xsiteme@hotmail.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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