Chloe is John's 50th birthday present, courtesy of the Birthday Rape Club.
This story is fiction, and all the characters are 18 years old or older.
Birthday Rape Club - Chloe
Chapter 1 - Saturday Morning
After turning off the main road, it took John over two hours to reach the hunting cabin in the woods that he knew so well.
It was mid-fall, and the abundant red and yellow foliage in the trees had yet to fall.
John’s mind was wandering during the drive.
It was his 50th birthday party that he was traveling to, and he was looking forward to celebrating it with his friends this weekend.
Technically, John’s birthday was five months ago, but birthday parties with his friends were significant events that sometimes took many months of planning, especially the 50th one.
Jake, for example, had to wait until he was almost 52 for his 50th, but his gift was a difficult request to procure.
Being this high in the mountains, the air was very cold when he got out of his truck, but John could see smoke billowing out of the chimney. This told him his hunting buddies had started a fire, and the cabin would be warm inside.
After opening the front door, John felt the heat from the fireplace on his bearded face and could smell chili cooking in a crockpot on the kitchen table.
The cabin consisted of one huge room containing the kitchen and a few smaller bedrooms and bathrooms along the back wall.
While taking off his jacket, John looked up at the wide loft above him, where several more beds were held.
He saw piles of his friend's gear scattered about but no sign of them in the cabin.
John suspected that they had left only minutes before he got there.
A handwritten note was on the kitchen table next to a bottle of whiskey, a box of cigars, and a lightweight black-knitted ski mask.
The bottom front of the mask had been cut so that the mouth and jaw weren’t covered, but the neck gaiter remained to wrap around the neck and keep it snug in place.
The note read, “Happy birthday, buddy! Your gift is in the master bedroom with all of your specifications. We all should be back by sundown. Enjoy!”
John looked at a clock on the wall.
It was 9:00 AM, and sundown was roughly at 5:30 PM.
“Specifications,” John thought with a smile.
He remembered the questionnaire they all came up with a few years ago to fine-tune the special gift given whenever one of the guys had a milestone birthday like John's today.
Bringing the bottle of whiskey with him, he could see his answered questionnaire taped to the closed master bedroom door, along with a small plastic bag holding two blue pills.
Before opening the door, he read what he had checked off on that detailed list several months ago.
Age: Teen
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde, long
Chest: C-Cup
Weight: Thin but toned
Height: Short
Outfit: Nude
Pubic Hair: Bare
Tattoos: None
Virgin: Yes or No (option only available for 50th birthdays): Yes
Gag type: Initially: None. Available: O-ring
Initial Bondage position: On back, arms overhead, legs spread
John laughed again when he read the “Virginity” option.
In the past several years, there have been three 50th birthdays celebrated in this cabin, and every time, “Yes” was always chosen.
The fact that two members of his close group of friends were doctors and could provide that specific piece of information from their places of work made finding a girl like that much easier.
Otherwise, it would just be a random guess, and in this day and age, randomly finding an attractive teenage girl who fit the criteria and was also a virgin would be all but impossible.
John put on his ski mask, and as expected, it hid his identity well but also exposed his mouth and beard so he wouldn’t get too hot.
Then he popped one of the blue pills in his mouth, swallowed it down with a swig of whiskey, and opened the bedroom door to enjoy his birthday present.
Chapter 2 - The Previous Day, Friday Afternoon
It was 4:45 PM, and Chloe was doing some pre-running stretches before she jogged on one of her favorite trails only a few miles from her house.
Even though it would soon be dark, the 18-year-old blonde beauty knew she had about an hour before sunset and didn’t plan to run any longer than that.
“When the light from a setting sun mixes with the colors of the leaves in the trees, this trail that wraps around a small pond is so beautiful at this time of day,” she thought to herself while preparing to set out into the woods.
Taking a moment first to reach under her sports bra to adjust her firm breasts beneath it, Chloe made a mental note to buy a larger one.
The 30C cup bra she had been using was too tight now, and she might have to go up to a size 30D.
Chloe hoped not since it was sometimes too painful for her to run long distances with the boob size she had now, and she dreaded to think how worse it would feel if they were to get any bigger.
If her body were to grow anymore, she wished it would be in height.
Chloe felt that being only 5’1” tall at her age would disadvantage her in life.
It was a shame that her best friend Madison couldn’t join her today as they had planned, but Maddie had a flat tire and had to deal with that.
She and Maddie were both on the high school track team, and they would often challenge each other to run harder and faster.
Chloe had planned on spending the weekend with Madison and her family because they were going to visit an out-of-state college, but Chloe canceled at the last minute because Jason, a boy she had a crush on, asked her out for a date on Saturday.
After making sure that her long blonde hair was tied tight in a ponytail, placing speakers in her ears, and choosing the music she wanted to listen to on her phone, Chloe headed off alone.
The beautiful teen didn’t know it, but a group of men had watched her every move for several weeks.
They knew her patterns and routines, who her family and friends were, and where they all were in relation to where she was now.
Madison’s flat tire wasn’t an accident.
It was all that was needed to keep Chloe alone during her run today.
As soon as Chloe was about 300 feet into the woods and could not be seen from the street, two figures in hunting gear rose from the brush on either side of the narrow trail and grabbed her by her arms.
Since they were each camouflaged like the woods around them, Chloe never saw the two men and didn’t understand what was holding her arms and keeping her from moving.
Due to the music playing loudly in her ears, she only felt something pointy being pressed into her bare stomach and never heard the sound a taser makes when activated.
But she felt it.
Suddenly, her legs were too weak to support herself, and she started to drop to the ground, but the hands that were holding her arms safely guided her down on her back.
Both men moved quickly, having practiced this multiple times.
One spread out a large duffle bag while the other took Chloe’s phone out of the holder on her arm.
While she struggled to move her unresponsive limbs, Chloe felt herself being slid into the bag.
The terrified teen tried to scream for help, but the men still had 25 seconds before she could physically do even that.
In that short time, one man poured a drugged liquid into her mouth and then tilted her head back until she automatically swallowed it while the other tied her ankles together.
She was then quickly rolled over onto her stomach, where one man tied her wrists together behind her back while the other put a ball gag into her mouth and tied it tight behind her head.
Just when Chloe started to gain some control back in her limbs, it was too late.
She heard a zipper being pulled by her feet, and the sound didn’t stop until it was over her head.
Now, she was tied, gagged, and in total darkness.
One of them broke her phone before throwing it into the pond.
After the two men could see her thrashing around in the canvas bag, they gave each other a high-five, picked up the bag by both ends and easily carried her 95-lb body to a small trailer attached to an ATV hidden in the woods and drove away.
At that time, two other men, who had been secretly watching from the street to ensure no interruptions or surprises, walked back to their truck parked a ½ mile down the road.
A little while later, at a parking lot several miles away, Chloe was placed in the back of a van and transported 3 hours away to a hunting cabin in the woods.
Chapter 3 - Saturday morning
When John walked into the bedroom, he was grinning from ear to ear while looking at his 50th birthday gift on the king-sized bed before him.
She was an exact match for everything he checked off on his list, and all the accessories he requested were on the bed.
The blonde girl looked at him with a fearful expression while she tugged weakly against the long strips of fabric that had her wrist tied together over her head and her legs spread out wide.
“I can’t move my hands. Where’s my, my, umm..shoes?” she said softly with an unmistakable sound of confusion in her voice.
“Mildly sedated, check,” John said with a laugh as he took off his clothes in front of her.
“Haaaay…, why the mask? Are you a bank robber or something?” Chloe said while giggling at her joke.
“No, it’s just to keep my hair out of my face. Just like that tiara you’re wearing,” John answered.
“Tiara? I have a tiara on? Like I’m a princess? Cool! But I can’t see it,” she said with disappointment while trying to tilt her head back to see.
“Yes, like a princess. If you were a Disney Princess, which one would you be? I think you look like Rapunzel because of your long blonde hair,” John asked her while he forced himself to keep from jumping on her perfect teen body.
John was 50, but he looked ten years younger from eating well and constantly working out.
He was 6’2” and 230 lbs, and except for a slight beer belly, most of his body was muscle.
After he had removed his underwear, he stroked his pride and joy until his entire 9-inch erection was rock-hard in his hand before he laid his body down next to hers.
He pushed his lips into her neck, covered his face with her long blonde hair, and reveled in everything about her.
Her softness, fragrant scent, youth, innocence, everything.
Before he pulled away, he licked the salty sweat from her smooth armpit and shoulders.
“Oh…, I love Rapunzel! Hey, Mister. Why are you getting naked? Why am I naked?” she asked, with a rising concern in her voice while she watched the stranger before her get undressed.
Even though she was drugged, Chloe was starting to realize she was in a bad situation.
Her eyes never left John’s huge cock that bounced up and down while he got into bed with her.
Even though she had several boyfriends in the past, she had never done anything more than jerked a few of them off, and none of them had a penis anywhere near as large as the one resting on her thigh now.
The size of it terrified her, but the drugs didn’t let her mind know why yet.
With his index finger, John reached out and circled one of her nipples and watched it quickly harden until it looked like the erasure at the end of an unused pencil.
“Hey! Stop! You shouldn’t do that,” Chloe said while unsuccessfully trying to move her chest to avoid his touch.
“I’m sorry, Princess, but you’re so beautiful. Your breasts are perfect,” he said while his finger did the same to her other nipple.
After moving in closer, he squeezed the breast closest to him as hard as he could until her flesh mounded up before he tried to envelop as much of her tit into his mouth as he could.
“Arrghh! Stop! Please! That hurts!” she cried in response.
But John just kept on sucking and biting her nipple to his heart's content while then squeezing her other breast and twisting that nipple like he was trying to rip it from her body.
John requested his birthday present to be a C-cup, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she was a D.
Not that he would ever complain about getting more tit than he asked for.
Stretched out the way she was, he was amazed at how her round breasts barely flattened out on her chest.
Since she was only 5’1”, John’s long and muscular arms could reach almost every part of her body while he was lying down next to her like he was.
John looked down and marveled at being able to see each of her ribs before her impossibly flat stomach plunged down to a shiny plain of smooth skin leading to her pussy.
The leg that his hard-on wasn’t touching was bent and spread away from him.
Every curve of her thighs and calves was revealed from her effort of trying to pull away from the binding at her ankle.
Her entire athletic teen body was magnificent, like one whole toned muscle.
John continued to smile as he slowly moved his body so that his mouth trailed down her flat stomach towards the smoothest pussy he’d ever seen.
“No, please. Stop. Let me go. I want to go home!” Chloe said with tears streaming from her blue eyes.
“Your body is so damn sexy. And your pussy, no! Your whole body is so incredibly smooth. Did you do that for me?” he asked, knowing who had actually done it to her.
Feeling relieved that he had stopped hurting her breasts, Chloe’s clouded mind thought if she kept her tormenter talking, he might not hurt her again.
“I can’t remember. Wait, last night, some guys did it for me. They weren’t nice to me, I think. They had masks like yours. I told them not to, though. Please, mister. Let me go,” she stuttered, her mind trying to comprehend where she was and what was happening.
For the first time, she remembered being in this room before.
She glanced across the room and thought she recognized the bathroom.
This room was where those horrible men did things to her.
Chloe started pulling on her bonds with a growing desperation.
“It looks wonderful. Your whole pussy is glistening in this light. They did a great job,” he said as he rubbed her bare skin with his hands but purposely avoided touching her delicate pussy lips.
Instead, the 50-year-old slowly pressed his middle finger into her anus.
It was tight but so slick that he was able to lodge his entire digit inside her ass without much trouble.
Pre-lubed.
One more checklist confirmation, he thought with a smile.
At that, Chloe tried to pull her hands down while moving her legs in an effort to close them to keep him from touching her any further, but the bonds around her ankles allowed her to bend her knees but still kept her ankles apart by six or seven inches.
After spreading her bent legs as wide as they would go, John positioned himself so his mouth was only inches from her pussy lips.
“What an adorable little virgin pussy!” he exclaimed.
“What? I thought. I thought. I was…raped last night. By those men?” the confused teen asked.
“Nope. Feel my fingers circulating around that thin membrane. You’re 100% cherry, Princess.” John assured her.
One of his hands never stopped massaging her smooth inner thighs while he effortlessly added his index finger to the middle one in her ass.
He rubbed his nose and lips against the bare skin around her slit.
For the first time in his life, he wished he didn’t have a beard so he could press his face into her groin and feel her smoothness against his cheeks and chin.
John suddenly licked her pussy from the very bottom to the top while making sure to hold and press his tongue hard against the little bump of her clit.
“Ohhhhh!! Mister! Stop! Why are you doing this to me? Oh my god!” the blonde teen cried out.
John then started to aggressively eat out his birthday present until the beard around his lips and chin was soaked with her juices.
He now had two fingers of his other hand buried all the way inside her pussy and could feel the tight ring of her hymen straining to accommodate them.
His massive cock was throbbing against his stomach in anticipation of tearing into this virgin teen.
“Have you ever had a boyfriend do this to you, Princess?” John asked before he sucked hard on her now hardened clit until it pulled as far away from her body with his teeth.
“No! Never! Stop! This isn’t right. Where am I? Please tell me. I want my mom. Who are you?” Chloe asked desperately.
At that, John realized that he didn’t have too much longer before whatever drugs his friends had given this bound beauty would wear off.
“What’s the matter, Princess? You want me to let you go and take you home?” John asked her.
“Yes! I don’t like this. It’s wrong. I want to go home now,” she pleaded while pulling wildly on her bounds.
“Ok. I will in a minute, but I want you to do a few things for me first,” John said before he moved and straddled her slender chest so that he was able to tap his 9-inch rod against her red lips.
While John was speaking, Chloe looked around the room, trying to find anything that would help her escape. So she answered without knowing what John was about to ask her.
“Yes! Anything! I’ll do anything if you let me go!” she pleaded.
But when his hard cock started to hit her lips, she looked forward, and Chloe stared at the most enormous penis she had ever seen or imagined, just inches away from her face.
“Oh my god! Please, no. I never…” she started.
“Kiss it,” John demanded.
Reluctantly, she did.
Multiple times.
“Now, lick it,” he said.
She did.
Multiple times.
“Now, put it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop and make me cum,” John said while pushing his now spit-covered cock-head against her lips.
At that, Chloe started crying.
She had never done this, despite how many times her many boyfriends had asked her.
The drugs and her desperation took away her resolve, and for the first time ever, Chloe opened her mouth to give this man a blowjob.
John took a small pillow and placed it under her head to raise her mouth while he moved his body up further so his groin was over her face.
After getting into a planking exercise position, with his legs on either side of her stretched-out body and his elbows on either side of her arms that were tied tight over her head, John lowered his cock into her hot mouth before slowly sliding back out so that his cock-head rested on her lips.
And then he lowered himself down again until she started gagging when he reached the back of her throat.
John repeated that motion over and over again.
Planking was an exercise John had been doing for several years, and he could easily keep his body in this position for over 20 minutes before his stomach got too tired.
He knew that there was no way he could get even half of his 9-inch cock into her mouth this way, but he didn’t care.
He had all day to put her in any position and do whatever he wanted.
Chapter 4 - Friday, 12 hours earlier
When Chloe awoke, she found herself on her back, tied spread-eagle on a bed and in a brightly lit room she didn’t recognize.
She was naked!
The last thing she remembered was starting her run.
In an absolute panic, she tried calling out, but her mouth was gagged with a large red rubber ball that kept her jaw open as wide as it could go.
Straps were tied tight around her wrists and ankles, which kept her nude body spread so wide that the blonde teen couldn’t move an inch in any direction.
Suddenly, she felt an almost overwhelming throbbing pain deep inside her vagina.
“Oh, my god! I’ve been raped! Someone must have raped me!” she screamed to herself while pulling on the bounds even harder.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t free herself.
Tears of fear and shame flowed from her eyes while she mourned the loss of her virginity.
Chloe wanted to be a virgin when she got married.
It would have made her parents so proud.
For some time, she stayed still and only stared at the exposed wooden beams in the ceiling while trying to replay everything she could remember before her run.
But other than remembering being startled, falling backward, and seeing leaves in the trees, Chloe had no idea what had happened to her.
Then the bedroom door opened, and six men of all different sizes walked into the room and surrounded the bed.
Each wore different types of clothing, but they all wore the same black ski masks, which covered their heads and faces but not their mouths.
Three of the six had long, scruffy beards.
One beard was red, one was black, and the other was gray.
Another man, who was very fat but had no beard and was wearing a concert t-shirt, was holding a few boxes in his hand. One of them was plugged into an extension cord.
The one with the gray beard removed her gag and spoke before the terrified teen could notice more about them.
“Hello there, little lady. You’ve been asleep for a while. Now it’s time to get you ready for your big day tomorrow. Gentlemen, do your thing,” the leader said to the fat one.
In perfect unison, four of the six men sat down on the bed and let their hands start to roam all over her body while the fat one was on his knees between her legs.
“No! Don’t rape me again!” she screamed.
“Raped you? No one raped you, beautiful. Not yet, anyway. Mr. 2?” Gray Beard asked one of the men if he knew what she was talking about.
Mr. 1 and Mr. 2 walked out of the bedroom so Mr. 2’s voice couldn’t be heard.
“Interesting. I didn’t know how her body would react since I’d never actually tried cervical ripening on someone who wasn’t pregnant. The multiple hormone applications that I injected into her cervix and into her cervical canal since she got here will probably sting like hell for another few hours. That’s the pain she was talking about. But if it does what I expect, a few of us are in for a real treat,” said Mr. 2 with a grin.
“You sick fuck, I love it!” Mr. 1 laughed.
In the other room, Chloe couldn’t focus on what was happening.
Two men were in a competition to see who could make her tits bulge out the most by cupping one of her breasts with both hands while forcefully rubbing her nipple in between both thumbs.
Multiple hands were moving through her long blonde hair, squeezing her boobs, pressing into her stomach, running down her thighs and down to her feet.
Terrified beyond belief, Chloe started thrashing her body around in a desperate attempt to free herself, but it was all for naught.
Then the fingers focused on one area of the poor teen’s body: the small tuft of blonde pubic hair above her pussy.
Some let her short, soft blond hair slide between their fingers, but others started pulling hard until the hair ripped free.
Chloe was screaming into her ball gag for the men to stop, but even if they could understand her, they wouldn’t have.
Within a few minutes, all four men had savagely ripped her pubes out from the roots until she was almost bare.
Then they all stopped and stared down at her.
“Fuuuuuck! Look at that sweet little pussy! Come on, let me feel inside it! Only one finger. I won’t break it, I promise,” said one of the men.
“You know the rules, Mr. 5,” warned the one with the gray beard.
“I know, Mr. 1, but fuck! This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. How can so much sexiness be packed into a body that small?” Mr. 5 said.
“He’s right. I thought Mr. 8’s birthday present last year was the best ever but this one, holy shit! I could jerk off to her face alone! Was a tiny nose and a pouty mouth on the checklist too, or did Mr. 4 win every free bonus possible?” said Mr. 3.
At that, they all laughed and agreed.
That was when the fat one moved in close and spread hot wax all over her now red and sore pubic area.
Once that was done, he expanded the area to include her stomach, inner thighs, and everything in between.
Chloe thought that all the men pulling her hair out was painful, but she experienced a whole new level of agony once the fat man started ripping free all the wax that had hardened on top of her body.
Then, another man did the same to her upper lip before moving on to *********** areas on the rest of her face.
While he was doing that, another man did the same under her arms while another did the top half of one leg and someone else did the other.
Each of the men took a turn to slather her breasts and especially her nipples, before savagely ripping the wax away.
Through it all, Chloe never stopped screaming.
She was exhausted by the time they were done and was too weak to resist when she was untied.
The poor girl only thought that they were done torturing her and were letting her go.
So she was confused when they rolled onto her stomach and tied her up again.
She knew why, though, when she felt the hot wax being applied to the back of her body.
Eventually, the beautiful 18-year-old teen had every trace of hair removed from her skin except her eyebrows, eyelashes, and the top of her head.
After rubbing soothing lotion all over her body, the men finally let her rest.
Chloe didn’t remember falling asleep but woke up much later when the men untied her.
The four men held her tight and kept her on her stomach.
Chloe couldn't see what they were doing, but she started screaming into her gag again after she felt something entering her asshole.
“Oh my god! This is it! They’re raping me again!” she screamed in her mind, over and over.
But they weren’t.
Instead, Chloe felt a strong surge of warm liquid fill her colon until she felt the immediate urge to empty her bowels.
The men carried her into the bathroom and kept her on the toilet until she did so.
Then, she was bound back onto the bed.
Another enema was given an hour later.
And then a third.
The third was different, though.
She didn’t know it, but the warm liquid she felt inside her that time was oil instead of water, and the men didn’t bring her to the bathroom.
They just left her tied face down on the bed.
At that time, Chloe could see the morning light start to shine in through the bedroom windows while she awaited whatever additional torment these evil men were going to put her through.
Instead of abuse, though, her hands were untied, and after some severe warnings about trying to get away, Chloe was escorted into the shower.
When two of her captors undressed themselves and got into the stall with her, Chloe thought for sure that this was when she was going to be raped again.
Instead, each of the men carefully soaped up her entire body, including her hair.
Even though both men managed to restrain themselves from entering the teen’s body with their hard erections, by the time the shower was over, Chloe’s breasts and ass were sore from being rubbed and massaged despite the constant use of slippery soap.
After the shower, she stood naked before a mirror in the bathroom and was told to dry her hair, apply red lipstick to her lips and makeup to her face, and brush her teeth.
While she was doing that, one of the men lightly sprayed her body with a perfume that was very popular with high school girls at the moment.
Pills were then placed in her mouth, and she was forced to swallow them before being escorted back to her bed.
Chloe barely noticed that the sheets had been changed.
Instead of white, they were now navy blue, a color chosen especially to accentuate Chloe’s long blonde hair and white skin.
Once she was tied up in the requested position and all the birthday gift accessories were placed on the bed between her legs, they securely affixed a crystal tiara princess crown to her head.
By this time, Chloe was broken.
Her will to resist was gone.
The drugs they had just given her were already clouding up her mind.
When all the men filed into the bedroom and stood around the bed to look at her, she didn’t move and stared back at them with no emotion.
“She’s a fucking work of art! Good job, gentlemen. Mr. 4 will be very pleased,” Mr. 1 said to the five other men standing around the bed, who were appreciating the results of their efforts.
“Do we know when the birthday boy is getting here? She needs a final treatment to her uterus and another shot of silicone lube up her ass,” Mr. 3 asked, not trying to hide his joy that it was his job to do that again to the tiny teen laid out before them.
“It should be less than an hour. I’d probably do it now so we can wipe away anything that leaks out of that cute little ass before we leave,” advised Mr. 2.
Chapter 5 - Saturday morning
John was once again lying beside his bound blonde teen birthday present.
For the past ten minutes, he had been sucking on one of her breasts while one of his hands was moving up and down her flat stomach, through her soaking wet pussy and drying his fingers off on her inner thighs.
“Please, no more. I want to go home. You said you’d,” Chloe started to say before being cut off.
“You were supposed to suck me off and make me cum. You didn’t. You barely took half my cock in your mouth. And you want me to take you home for that? How is that fair?” John retorted before going back to sucking on her nipples.
“Please, stop. That hurts so bad. I’ll do it again. I’ll make you cum, I promise,” Chloe begged.
“Stop? Hurts? It’s strange that you say that. I just spent a lot of time licking your pussy while using a vibrator on you, and you seemed to love it. I’m certain you had a few orgasms. Or was that a lie, too?” he asked while moving his mouth up to hers.
”No, I didn’t have a, what? Did I? I don’t know. Please, let me,” she said before John’s mouth closed over hers, and he started kissing her deeply and sucking on her tongue.
“Don’t know? Hmmm. You’re a virgin. Maybe you don’t know what an orgasm is. Here, let’s try this,” John said before reaching down and grabbing the large dildo that was between her slender and spread legs.
The blonde’s eyes opened wide in terror after he held it before her face and turned it on.
It was an 8-inch long, monstrous-looking thing that vibrated so strongly in John’s hand that he almost lost his grip.
It was red, with a pointed tip like an arrow, and misshapen with raised, rough-looking protuberances from top to bottom that ended in a wide ribbed ball at the base.
“This one has a name. Want to know what it is, beautiful?” John asked before sucking on her soft neck a few times.
Instead of answering, Chloe just stared at it and started crying.
“It’s called the Atrocious Canine Companion. Kiss it,” he demanded while pressing the flared head against her lips.
After she reluctantly did, he said, “Now suck on it.”
After holding the first 4 inches into her mouth, he said, “ I have to be honest. This fucking thing vibrates so much it’s hard to hold it. Can you imagine how good it’s going to feel when the whole fucking thing is rammed inside your little pussy?”
At that, Chloe started screaming while it was in her mouth, and she didn’t stop screaming after John pulled it out.
“I guess you can,” he said with a laugh while he trailed the nightmare-shaped dildo down her stomach and pressed its side against the outside of her pussy.
Chloe started to hyperventilate when she felt the vibrations, and her mind started to run wild, thinking about the terrible agony that she was about to feel.
After pushing only the first two inches into her repeatedly, John brought it back up to her mouth to suck on it again.
“You’re a virgin, too. Can you imagine the damage this thing is going to do to you? Well, we might as well get it over with. I want to see it from a better angle, though,” John said while he knelt down between her spread-out thighs.
Chloe’s whole body was wet with sweat from constantly straining against her bonds to free herself.
In horror, the terrified teen looked down between her legs at her masked kidnapper.
In one hand, he held the hideous dildo shaped like a monstrous-looking dog cock.
It was 8 inches long, extremely thick, and was a thing of absolute nightmares.
In his other hand was a monster of another kind.
It was his 9-inch long Viagra-enhance hard cock.
John looked down at the beautiful and bald 18-year-old pussy before him.
He still had the taste of its juices in his mouth from eating her out earlier.
It was unique, clean, and pure.
There were no pussy lips visible, just a vertical slit that closed as soon as he took his mouth away from it.
“I’m going to give you a choice, Princess. Which one do you want to lose your virginity to? This one?” he asked while holding up the dog-cock dildo.
“Or this one?” he asked after standing tall on his knees and stroking his own, longer yet thinner cock.
Chloe only stared at him.
She had stopped breathing when the dildo first touched her vagina, and she realized what her tormentor might do with it.
“If you don’t choose, I’m putting them both in at the same time!” John growled while moving forward so that both the flesh and rubber appendages were side by side and pressing into her on either side of her pussy lips.
“You! Yours! Please! Get that thing away from me! I want you to fuck me! Anything! Just put it away!” Chloe screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Your wish is my command, Princess. Let me just adjust your legs a little first,” John answered with a smile.
“A little” meant untying each ankle strap from the base of the bed and tying them to the headboard.
Chloe was now bent at her waist, with each of her slender legs lying flat on her shoulders on either side of her breasts.
Her athletic teen body was so pliable that her round ass was barely lifted off the mattress in this position.
If John intended to turn her into a living fleshlight, he succeeded.
Chapter 6 - Saturday morning
It had been an hour since he took the first Viagra, and its effects had reached its peak.
His cock was at its largest and felt like a throbbing iron bar in his hand.
John looked down at his birthday present.
Even positioned as obscenely as she was, with her blue eyes, long blonde hair, innocent face, perfect breasts, thin athletic body, and sparkling tiara, Chloe still looked like an adorable little princess.
It was John’s dream come true.
And now it was time to cum inside the dream.
Chloe was crying and begging him to stop, but he didn’t hear her.
The room became absolutely silent for him, and his peripheral vision blurred while he focused on the small target before him.
Her perfectly bare pussy.
Her tiny little slit and what was hidden inside it.
Untouched by man.
Her virginity.
Her innocence.
It was going to be taken away forever.
By him.
Now!
With that last thought, John moved himself above the helpless teen below him and positioned the head of his 9-inch long cock just inside her vagina.
With small in and out motions, he was able to get the first two inches inside her.
She was incredibly tight to the point where it almost hurt him, and he could even feel the lips of her pussy snap down and surround his cock shaft once the bulbous head passed through them.
Just before he reached three inches deep, he felt it on the tip of his penis.
Her hymen.
The prize of all prizes.
John’s brown eyes locked with Chloe’s blue.
When she saw him breathe in deeply, she stopped pleading and started screaming.
Even a virgin, she knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Chloe was 5’1” and only weighed 95 lbs.
John was 6’2” and weighed 230 lbs.
Keeping the first 3 of his 9-inch cock inside her, his large hands grabbed the underside of Chloe’s knees that were on either side of her face while he lifted his hips to achieve the perfect angle his cock needed for penetration.
Then, using every muscle in his body to the utmost, he rammed his entire cock into Chloe’s teen virgin pussy in one thrust and didn’t stop moving down until his balls were pressed hard into the cheeks of her ass.
Chloe made an ear-shattering scream when she felt her virginity torn away.
Her agony was from both the physical pain as well as the psychological trauma.
But the raped teen had no time to dwell on her lost innocence because John’s incredibly long cock continued plunging through her small reproductive tunnel until it slammed into what she imagined must have been her cervix with such force that she thought something exploded inside her.
And then the insane agony repeated again and again and again.
Every time his cock slammed all the way into her, she felt the detonation again.
After his first thrust into the petite blonde girl, John became like a machine.
He imagined himself as a living jackhammer, hell-bent on destroying the teen female flesh beneath him.
Despite Chloe’s constant wailing just inches from his face, John only heard cracking sounds from the oak bed frame as it tried to withstand the aggressive pounding it was taking.
At the end of each thrust, John could feel his cockhead hit and press into something, which denied the last few inches of his dick into her pussy.
It was soft and didn’t hurt him, but it was frustrating because he wanted to be entirely inside her.
Then John remembered that Mr. 2 had told him a few weeks ago that he wanted to try something unique with Chloe.
With a laugh, John realized that his dick was literally banging into this teen girl's cervix!
At first, it was soft but firm, but then, after 20, then 30, then 40 savage hits, it started to open up.
John felt his stiff cock start to bend slightly, and then suddenly, the last two inches of his cock punched through the opening, and he was able to get his entire 9-inch cock into her pussy.
After that, John kept slamming himself into Chloe over and over again.
The adrenaline rush he was feeling sustained him and made him feel 30 years younger.
From the growing pressure building up in his balls, he knew the end was coming fast, but instead of slowing down to prolong the exquisite euphoria he was feeling throughout his loins, John only fucked Chloe faster and harder.
Every time he forced his cockhead through the opening of her cervix, he could blissfully feel it clamp down tight on his shaft.
His entire 9-inch cock was feeling two different sensations at the same time.
The shaft was experiencing an incredibly hot and wet tightness from the base to just below the head, while the entire cock-head felt like it was being firmly cupped and massaged in a way that he had never experienced in his life.
Seconds before he climaxed, John made sure his cock was entirely inside the blonde teen beneath him.
And then, John had the most intense orgasm he had ever felt in his life.
Spurt after spurt after spurt of his semen flooded directly into little Chloe’s womb.
His feeling of ecstasy lasted so long that he was sure that he was ejaculating parts of his very soul along with his most potent sperm.
John became light-headed and collapsed on top of the bound teen, and still, his cock kept spewing deep inside her.
Eventually, John’s mind cleared.
He opened his eyes and saw Chloe’s almost comatose face under his chest.
There was drool coming out of both corners of the poor girl’s mouth, and her eyes stared unblinkingly at the ceiling.
It occurred to John that he had no memory of when Chloe stopped screaming.
Her cervical entrance was wrapped so tightly around his softening cock head that it felt like there was an elastic band wrapped around the tip.
Slowly he got off the girl and pulled his penis out of her.
As he expected, from top to bottom, his dick was smeared with her vaginal blood, as was her entire groin area.
But one thing he didn’t see was any trace of the cum he had deposited inside her.
Her cervix closed around his cock as it retreated and trapped all his sperm inside her womb.
After untying her ankle straps from the headboard, he straightened out her legs, lit a cigar, and then laid down on the bed beside her.
After the cigar was almost gone and he finished a glass of whisky, he exclaimed, “Holy fucking shit, that was fantastic! You awake yet, Princess?”
When she didn’t answer, he saw that her eyes were closed and ensured she was breathing properly.
The formerly virgin teen was only unconscious.
He was glad that he didn’t fuck her to death, but that would have been impressive too.
Chapter 7 - Saturday afternoon
A while later, John washed himself clean with a soapy towel and did the same to Chloe.
After putting two pills in her mouth, he made her swallow them, along with several big gulps of whiskey.
Then he left her curled up on the bed in a fetal position, with her hands still tied and over her head, while he ate some chili and put more wood on the fire.
When he returned to the bedroom, his eyes locked on Chloe’s plump little butt.
The 18-year-old blonde didn’t have a big ass, but it wasn’t flat either.
John’s hands grasped both her cheeks and started to massage them.
Her constant exercise made her butt as firm as the rest of her body.
He spread both globes apart and looked at her asshole.
John couldn’t believe he had two of his fingers up her ass recently because, right now, it looked like a tiny dot.
He looked up at the clock on the wall.
It was 11:36 AM.
He glanced down and saw his cock start to harden up.
The anal rape challenge was accepted.
But before doing that, John picked up the long string of anal beads and coated all six steel globes in lube.
The little blonde moaned and struggled to stop him each time he inserted a ball past her anal ring, but the drugs he had given her hadn’t fully kicked in yet, so she was still tired and passive.
John figured he had about 10 minutes before she started going wild and crazy.
From the type of drugs they were, he knew from experience that he’d have to tie her up again so she wouldn’t hurt herself or him, but that wouldn’t happen until the three tasers on the bed had been drained their batteries.
John looked at the Atrocious Canine Companion dildo and smiled.
He couldn’t wait until he made her fuck herself with that.
Chapter 8 - Saturday evening
John was awakened by the noise coming from the kitchen that he assumed was his friends returning from a day of hunting.
He looked at the wall clock and saw it was 5:30 PM.
Then he looked down at the tangled mess of long blonde hair that was pooled on his chest.
John had fallen asleep while Chloe’s naked teen body was on top of him like a warm blanket, and both his arms were tightly wrapped around her.
He could feel his half-hard cock at the entrance to her pussy and tried to push it into her a few times to see if he could enjoy her one more time, but he was entirely spent.
With a happy sigh, he rolled her unconscious body off him and got to his feet.
After putting on some clothes, he stumbled out of the bedroom and greeted his friends in the main room.
There were eight men in total.
All stopped what they were doing and smiled at John while waiting for him to speak.
John stayed silent while he put ice in his glass and poured himself a drink.
“My friends, what can I say? Outstanding. Absolutely out-fucking-standing. That was the best birthday present in the history of the world,” he said with a flourish and a low bow to his friends.
They all clapped in response.
“Mr. 4! Did it work?” asked Mr. 2, excitedly.
“Mr. 2, it definitely did! Exactly like you predicted it would,” John replied.
“I knew it! Ha, ha! Her uterus was so low to begin with. I knew you’d be hitting her cervix anyway. All she needed was a little opening up. What was it like getting your dick in there?’ Mr. 2 asked in an obvious state of glee.
“Amazing, but tough to describe. It was like the head of my dick was the tip of a pool stick getting burnished by a pair of lips while my whole shaft was in an oven. It was unreal. Thank you,” John said with a laugh.
“Ok, 6 and 9 have to go next before her uterus lifts too high inside her to be reached. Everyone else, including me, is too damn short and will have normal fun with her later,” Mr. 2 declared.
“Mr. 9, since I have a few inches on you, you go before me,” Mr. 6 said with a proud laugh.
“Sounds good to me,” Mr. 9 said while taking his shirt off on his way to the bedroom.
Chapter 9 - Monday afternoon at the Hospital
Chloe woke up, heavily medicated, on a bed in a medical facility.
She had no idea how she got there.
The last thing she clearly remembered was the fat one making her drink a bitter-tasting liquid, and then she woke up in the hospital.
The blond teen was so tired that she could barely move, and there wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t in pain.
She was told that she had been found naked and unconscious at a highway rest stop a few hours away from her home by an officer in the Sheriff's Dept.
Chloe knew that she should make a statement to him about being raped, but she was so traumatized that she refused to talk to the kind-looking police officer until much later in the day.
Even after her parents were at her bedside, the blonde teen refused to speak of her ordeal.
It was only after Dr. Sullivan, whom she had known since she was a child, examined Chloe that she started to open up and say what had happened to her.
Overall, she was in good health.
The men who tortured and raped her didn’t leave any marks other than bruises on her breasts and neck and a raw redness around her wrists and ankles.
Other than using her as a sex toy, they didn’t seem to want to cause her any lasting harm.
Since Chloe was 18 years old, her parents didn’t need to be informed about her exam results, but Chloe wanted them present and to hear everything for her own emotional support.
The doctor explained that the multiple rapes she had endured caused massive internal bruising and tearing in her vagina as well as her anal passage.
The good news was that she didn’t need surgery and that she would still be able to have children.
It would just take several weeks of rest before she would recover fully.
While the four of them were speaking with each other, a nurse handed Chloe’s lab results to the Doctor.
“I’m sorry, but I have some distressing news. Chloe, you’re pregnant,” the Doctor said with faked compassion in his voice.
Since he had been that family’s doctor for so long, the doctor knew that their religion wouldn’t allow them to terminate the pregnancy.
While the family hugged and consoled a hysterical Chloe, Dr. Williams left the room with a smile on his face.
Dr. Williams had a second name: Mr. 2.
And Mr. 2 couldn’t wait to inform the rest of the Birthday Rape Club, and especially Mr. 4., the results of their most recent party.
Despite the fact that Chloe had been gang-raped non-stop by eight men for the past two days, Dr. Williams had little doubt that John was the father since John had told them all that he had deposited four loads of cum directly into her uterus during the eight-hour period he was alone with her.
Later, after the family had all calmed down, the doctor suggested a fellow colleague of his who was a Rape Counseling Specialist.
The thought that his colleague, or “Mr. 7”, would soon be live streaming all of Chloe’s rape therapy sessions to all the members of the Club kept him smiling for days.
By the end of the day, Sheriff Anderson had a detailed report of everything that Chloe could remember to help find her attackers and bring them to justice.
Unfortunately for Chloe, there would be no investigation.
Had Chloe not been medicated and exhausted, she might have found it odd how the Sheriff insisted on interviewing her alone while she was on camera and how many times he asked her to repeat everything she remembered, specifically about how she was raped, in greater and greater detail.
The Sheriff, or rather Mr. 3, knew that all the members of the Birthday Rape Club would love to hear what happened from that blonde cutie’s point of view.
He had an erection from the moment Chloe started talking.
Especially when she recounted things that he, himself, had done to her.
Chapter 9 - Monday morning at the High School
In his Guidance Counselor's office, Mr. Lewis was discussing with Madison about her college visit over the weekend.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the school, Madison. Before you go, what did Chloe think? Didn’t you two go together?” he asked her.
“She was supposed to but canceled at the last minute. Good thing she didn’t go. She had a rough weekend. I guess she’s not feeling very well and stayed home sick today,”
“Oh, that’s too bad. Have a nice day, Madison,” he said, trying to hold back from laughing after hearing that Chloe had had a rough weekend.
Mr. Lewis stared at how well Madison’s ass filled her tight jeans while she walked away.
He knew that she was a perfect match for Mr. 9’s upcoming 53rd birthday, but having two presents who knew each other so well was strictly forbidden.
“Good morning, Jason. How did your date with Chloe go on Saturday?” Mr. Lewis asked the high school senior while they were both walking down the hallway.
“Not that good, Sir. I asked her out as you encouraged me, and she said yes, but then I never heard from her all weekend,” Jason replied.
“That’s too bad. People change their minds. It’s no big deal, but I’d ignore her for a while. You don’t want to seem desperate,” Mr. Lewis said.
“Good idea, thank you, sir,” the teenager replied.
“You’re welcome, Jason,” replied Mr. 9 just before he walked back into his office.