It had already been one hour that we tried to calm Virginie. She came to my place as I was preparing myself to spend a scorching evening with Franck. Franck and I were always expecting some drama but really, to such extend! A rape! That son of a bitch…

Virginie was hired six month earlier at a big bank as a financial director. She couldn’t believe her luck, having scored such a position. She said that it was the chance of her life and that it was a first for this bank to have a woman assuming such responsibilities. We had celebrated with lots of Champaign and Franck and I were sincerely happy for her, telling ourselves that Virginie really deserved what had happened.

But she was very soon disillusioned. Her boss had begun to harass her. In the beginning it was discreet and she found it even somewhat validating. Then he began to pressure her until she felt persecuted and couldn’t concentrate on her work. Virginie had told us earlier, in a different context, that she could imagine herself sleeping with Pierre, the boss in question… He really wasn’t bad and apparently he wasn’t used to resistance… Virginie, however, had always been very proper and didn’t want to mix her work with the rest.

This evening she had interrupted my frolics with Franck and thrown herself in my arms in an indescribable state. Then she stormed into the bathroom and slumped in the shower, still half dressed. Virginie soaped and scrubbed her body furiously and Franck and I started to have an idea what was agitating her. He succeeded undressing her while I hastily did the same and joined her in the shower. I helped her as she washed herself from head to toe but mainly insisting on her private parts. She scrubbed them with such vigor that she would have completely scratched them had I not prevented her. I kept reassuring her that she was perfectly clean, that she had nothing to fear, that all would be fine…

Franck fetched a clean bathrobe, wrapped Virginie in a huge towel and carried her like a feather to the living room couch. I brought her a large scotch and finally she was able to tell us what had happened to her.

Virginie was a true workaholic, quitting her job often very late and after everybody else. This evening around eight thirty, Pierre, her boss, came into her office, surprised that she was still there. Then, as was his habit, he made his propositions more and more insistent. Faced with her repeated refuses he finally lost his control and overturned her violently on her desk. She had screamed and fought him like crazy but there was nobody else in the other offices and Pierre was much stronger than her. He raped her twice in a row, inundating her with insults and then leaving her behind in an unspeakable state. Exiting the office, he threatened her, saying that if she’d do anything against him, he’d destroy her completely until she would have a hard time even finding a job as cleaning lady for the rest of her entire career.

Franck was completely beside himself and was ready to smash Pierre’s face. Sue him and wreck the guy ‘til the end of his days, he said. Virginie, however, didn’t want to do anything because she was sure that it would turn against her. Franck raged, crying out that one can’t let the filthy bastard get away like this… That is when I started to have an idea; quite a twisted one I admit:

- “I’d rather punish him with his own devises…”

Franck and Virginie stared at me, not getting it… 

- “The rapist raped himself, you see? That is the best way to show such a bastard what it feels like and maybe even to cure him from ever doing such a thing again. In addition, the guy is so sure of his own black mail that he could never sue us, he’d be completely caught, I am certain. There is no risk at all and it is the only way to humiliate him as much as he deserves…”

Virginie opposed the idea immediately. She was too afraid of the consequences. As to Franck, he seemed to turn the problem around in every aspect. He finished by admitting:

- “I am convinced that this is the best punishment one could inflict on him… I admit also that the thought of busting this fine bastard makes me already almost cream… Sorry,” he addressed Virginie, “it’s cruel but that’s how he behaved with you… The risks, however… Hello the risks!”

I revealed a plan that couldn’t have been simpler. Pierre always quit his work very late, at an hour when nobody was any longer in the parking. It would suffice to catch him on a Friday night, for example, and to gag and blindfold him.

- “We could take him to the country and not take him back until Saturday evening. He’ll never know where he was taken to and with whom he dealt with. He lives alone; an absence on a Saturday would go completely unnoticed… He’d have all of Sunday to recover and could return Monday to work in top form.”

- “In top form! As you say,” emphasized Virginie. “I am nevertheless tempted…Yes, he’d be well punished…”

In the end, my plan was so simple that it was bound to succeed. Virginie had found out Pierre’s schedule. He was in on the following Friday and was well behind with his work. She arranged for leaving earlier every evening during the week and made sure to be never alone with her boss. On Friday she observed the comings and goings of the personnel, gave us the password for the parking and called us from her car as soon as she saw Pierre moving toward his. We were parked just on his left.

When he arrived on his driver’s door, Franck sneaked out from our car without a single noise and immobilized Pierre. I bound his eyes and mouth and tied his hands behind his back. Franck threw him in the backseat of the car and I got in next to him. We went immediately on route to Franck’s country cottage by way of small winding roads, which he knew well and where he could be sure to not ever come across a cop.

Pierre fought like a devil and I decided to administer a sedative, which finally calmed him a bit. Franck and I had agreed to humiliate him any which way and we were careful to avoid saying anything that would link Virginie to what was happening to him. We said all kinds of stuff to mislead him in case he’d make an effort to orient himself or if he tried to recognize us later…

I had plenty of time to examine what this famous Pierre, of whom we had gotten our ears full by Virginie over month and month, was looking like. All had happened very fast, the parking was dark and it was already night for a long time. Virginie had told us about this very handsome guy of about twenty-nine or thirty, very well build, who made every chick in the joint fantasize about him. I placed carelessly my hand over his crutch feeling perfectly the shape of a pair of sacred balls and a cock that made my mouth water…

- “Brother,” I said to Franck, “If you only knew what this filthy slut has in the underpants!”

- “Don’t damage the merchandize,” Franck answered. “A deluxe hooker needs to be treated well, otherwise the moneyed customers won’t have her and we are stuck with only shabby bordellos where her ass brings us no more than four pennies.”

- “Don’t worry, Brother, I take care of her cock and you take care of her ass. Between the two of us we’ll make her a real dog in heat that brings us plenty of bucks… On the other side of the border we’ll take care of her so well that she will finish up a real professional…”

- “Sister, I have my doubts…Do you really think that I just by myself can prepare her ass to make it as smooth and wide as a freeway? It’s just that our clients are giants!”

- “You can do it, Brother… Don’t worry. Who was it again that recommended this hooker here?”

- “The Latino gang, Sister. Did you forget already? Seems like they been spotting her since a long time…”

Franck and I amused us often on completely raving and playing out scenarios. We had already in college that habit.

Pierre began to wriggle and to bang his feet violently against the front seat. I grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants and squeezed hard.

- “If you don’t stop this circus right now, I rip all of this out, then you have a fine hole instead which the clients can stuff as well.”

- “Sister, you really have a brain,” Franck elaborated. “Who says ‘a hole more’, says ‘a buck more’. We could make a bundle if this slut had also a hole in front!”

Pierre didn’t budge any longer. I took the opportunity and lowered the zipper of his fly, sliding my hand inside his pants. I felt each nut through his slip…what pieces! Really firm, really full…bursting with juice…And his dick! It filled a whole side of his underwear and seemed even bigger than Franck’s. Thanks to my fingering and kneading it was semi hard… 

- “Brother, step on the gas, the slut is horny. I am sure she is dripping wet all over!”

- “Sister, we are on the border…” (We actually did leave the French territory…) Franck’s house couldn’t be much further than twenty-five or thirty kilometers away…

Franck had a big oak table in the living room of the house he had restored over the years. It was an ancient stable and he had made it into a superb residence, respecting all of its flair.

He carried Pierre inside and laid him on the table after covering it with a tarp. I bound his hands and feet to the four legs and took his gag off.

- “What do you want from me!” he screamed immediately. “Where are we?”

- “Not so loud or we gag you again,” said Franck in a dry tone. “What was your question? What we want from you or where we are?”

- “What do you want from me?” Pierre repeated in a strangled voice.

- “Good question,” I said. “First, we are charged to prepare you; we can’t put you directly back on the market.”

- “What are you talking about? What market?”

- “What market?” I repeated. “Well pal, that depends on you. If you are as talented as we were told, it will be for well to do, proper and good clients… If you have a bad attitude, it could be different… It could be a bordello or worse, the gutter where you freeze your tits off waiting for customers.”

- “You are completely out of your mind! This is a mistake; you’ve got the wrong guy… I am the director of a big bank… I’ll make you regret all this… I’ll have you thrown into jail until the end of your lives… You better let me go right now…”

- “Orders?” replied Franck dryly. “You are far away from your bank, you know? All we know is that we are supposed to make you a hole for deluxe cocks, docile and professional, that’s all. And that, believe me, we know how to do…”

Pierre started to scream and to fight all he could. I swiftly put his gag all the way down his throat until he halfway suffocated.

- “You can fight all you want, it’s not bothering anybody,” Franck answered. “Those virginal screams won’t make anybody come to rescue you but you see, they grate my ears… Therefore, only if you make less of a racked, we’ll take this out of your mouth again… Dear Sister, have you ever seen a hooker in a suit and tie? What are you waiting for, maybe its time to start preparing her a little?”

The spectacle of a man like this in hyper classical attire and entirely at our mercy totally excited me. Franck too, by the way, and he signed me that he had an unbelievable hard-on. Too bad that things had happened this way with Virginie because fucking with a guy like this got to be outstanding by all means… He was certainly a hetero macho prick but if confined uniquely in the role of a stallion destined to give pleasure… Really! This bastard is going to pay for what he did…

I unlaced slowly his black leather shoes. Undressing a man always gives me goose flesh all over. I adore discovering little by little the nudity of a male body, especially when it is that promising…

I armed myself with a pair of scissors and began cutting the sleeve of his jacked. The suit was gray anthracite and perfectly cut. Then I attacked the other sleeve and shredded his vest underneath. After that, I reduced his pretty tie to little pieces that scattered on the floor.

Pierre ’s white shirt was all wrinkled and had halfway slipped out of his pants. I cut slowly along the buttons and revealed his torso. It was absolutely superb, very large and smooth…very hard and well muscled. This guy must have Italian ancestry or something like that…his skin had an olive taint and was very soft.

Franck signed me that he couldn’t stand it any longer; the situation was too arousing. He lowered his pants and his underwear and began stroking himself as he watched what I was doing. I winked at him, signing to be patient… he knew very well how much I adored this kind of foreplay. Pierre started again to rumble and to pull on his ropes. I slid the blade of the scissors along the indentation between his abs and pushed the point into his belly button.

- “If you keep going,” I said severely, “I could well trim other things than just your clothes… I could even slip until there…”

I put my hand over his cock and made the scissor blades click. He stopped very quickly.

Franck signed me desperately and I began cutting the entire length of the pants. I revealed hard and strong thighs. This guy really was a stud! I removed the gag from Pierre’s mouth, ordering him to stay quiet, and then I went back to my place at the other side of the table between his legs. I signed Franck to place himself at the man’s head and he understood.

- “Lesson number one,” I said. “The art of sucking… If you don’t take good care, I’ll cut right here.”

I pointed the scissors under his balls and pushed enough to rip the fabric of his brief and to scare him.

Franck took the guy by his hair and pressed his swollen forehead against his lips.

- “One opens the mouth,” I continued. “Carefully, it’s really an art…and one takes the forehead between ones lips delicately …”

I forced the point of the scissors further into the sensitive skin of his balls and Pierre opened his mouth moaning.

- “One applies oneself… One is careful with ones teeth; nobody should ever feel the teeth. Now, one uses the tongue. The tongue has a fabulous caressing power over the male sex… One applies it…”

I increased again the pressure on the scissors. Pierre began to suck Franck’s cock and one could really tell that he applied himself to the best of his abilities.

- “Come-on my sweet, that’s good… You do it just right,” said Franck in a tense voice. - - “A man appreciates when the point of a tongue plays and inserts itself in the meat… You should know that, by the way… Try it, you will see… Yes, like that, that’s very good… We were told how talented you are…Keep it up… Now, you must give your tongue a very soft consistence, make it very et and surround the forehead, caressing it as if you wanted to completely wrap yourself around him… again and again, hmm that’s not quite right, make it better…”

I started to cut into the fabric of his slip. Pierre’s body, a little arched as he sucked Franck, was in front of me in its entire splendor. Directly in front of my eyes was the big mass of his balls and his cock, which entirely deformed his white cotton briefs. It was incredibly arousing. He now had a little spot of blood that soaked the fibers of the fabric, but nothing to worry about.

One of his nuts popped out through the cut I was just making. It was very full and very firm. The testicle had tight smooth skin and was joined closely to the base of the shaft. I pulled the other one out and kept cutting what was left of his underpants. With the last cut, his briefs gave way and released a sacred piece of cock. Surprisingly it was half hard despite me tormenting his balls. It must already measured well around ten inches…

I heard Franck moaning as he began to cum in Pierre’s mouth. I pinched the skin of one of his nuts between my nails and ordered him:

- “The sperm must be swallowed to the last drop. It’s not to be wasted; it’s precious… One licks it and licks the forehead until it is well cleaned and until not even a drop of sperm is left…”

Pierre complied and polished Franck’s cock.

- “What do you think?” I asked.

- “Not bad for the first time, but there is still some work to do,” he answered.

Pierre lifted his head and pleaded: “I beg you, let me go… I won’t tell… Nobody will ever know but please let me go…”

- “You are kidding!” Franck cried out, “We are just at the beginning of your education and already you want to go practice? But you are not there yet, my sweet… you still have everything to learn…”

Pierre shook his head desperately: “I need to piss… I can’t hold it any longer…”

- “It’s enough to ask,” I said.

I got a bowl, made a fist around his cock, and held it above.

- “You can let it go now, relieve yourself.”

- “I can’t like that, I am not used to this…”

- “I won’t hold it for hours. If you prefer to piss all over you, suit yourself but if you plan on being a disgusting slut, I promise you’ll pay for it…”

Pierre ’s big dick began to tremble and he pissed into the bowl in great jets.

- “That’s it,” I said, “but I must ask you to be a little more obedient and not always to argue before doing as you are told.”

I squeezed the last drops of piss from his forehead and noticed Franck who stared jealous over my shoulder at the cleft of Pierre’s buttocks.

- “You want to begin lesson number two?” I asked him.

- “I think we should, yes. I any case, I am ready.”

- “What lesson number two?!” Pierre yelled. “What are you going to make me do next?”

- “I hate it when you scream like a scared virgin,” Franck said in a hard voice. “I told you that it’s of no use.”

- “But if you want to suffocate again on your gag… “, I went chimed in.

Pierre shut up instantly. I released the ropes on his hands a little and pulled his large body toward me until his buttocks were on the edge of the table. Then I lifted his legs and tied them in a way that they were spread and his anus was wide open.

- “The preparation is coming back to me,” I said to Franck.

- “But what preparation!” Pierre asked urgently. “What else will you do?”

- “Please, Sister,” answered Franck, ignoring Pierre. “At this preparation you are the best I know and I don’t want to harm the merchandize. The honor is yours…”

I lowered my head between Pierre’s open thighs and slid my tongue carefully over his anus. He tensed and let out a cry…

- “Very clean, that’s already something,” I observed. “At least we are dealing with a hooker who pays attention to her hygiene. She even smells nice, the clients will like that…”

I kept fondling with my nose between Pierre’s enormous balls and placed a gentle kiss on them. I licked Pierre’s anus for a long time and slid my tongue little by little inside to relax his muscles. His body contorted now and then but he was properly tied. Then I laced my fingers generously with lubricant and began to push carefully one of them into his ass.

- “Soon she’ll be all hot, well open and all wet for you, Brother,” I said to Franck.

With a rotating movement, I opened Pierre’s sphincter even further and inserted a second finger. I massaged his insides and loosened his muscles still further. Pretty soon, and with a new coat of gel, I pushed three fingers inside at the same time without difficulty. I got two pieces of wire and put Pierre’s rod between as if it were the scissors from earlier.

- “Now my sweet, you will open your legs and beg to be fucked, otherwise I will shorten your cock by an inch.”

I tightened the loop.

- “F…fuck…me,” Pierre stammered.

- “Louder!” I cried. “More convincing too. Nobody’s going to want you if you are not more convincing…” and I tightened the loop further around his cock.

- “Fuck me!” he screamed.

And Franck pushed his gigantic rod inside Pierre’s ass in a single thrust. Pierre screamed again but this time from pain. He tried to get away from the cock that shredded his intestines and spastically wiggled every which way. I went around the table and cradled Pierre’s head in my hands:

- “That’s good, my sweet, but one must always encourage the one who comes to find his pleasure in you…”

I saw Franck banging Pierre’s ah so beautiful ass with wild thrusts of his hips. He was taking it a thousand percent… But then he stopped suddenly and pulled out.

- “What’s wrong, Brother?” I asked, “is the bitch not good enough for you?”

- “She is good alright. I just don’t want to fill her up too soon. I rather take my time. Also, she’d be prepared much better if I bang her more than once.”

- “You are right. But I think that she lacks imagination… She must cheer you more on … show you that you are the best fucker she knows… My sweet, you must have seen movies? When a male fucks you, you say ‘oh yes, good…’ or ‘oh yes, more…’ or ‘deeper…’ otherwise I say ‘oh no, not me’, you got to do your job, not like this!”

Franck could hardly restrain himself from exploding in laughter… A couple of minutes later, Franck penetrated Pierre again and continued to bang his ass with hard thrusts. Pierre again screamed in pain.

- “Not too bad!” I told him. “However, on can’t understand what you are saying… come on, repeat after me: ‘ oh yes, goood…”

Pierre mumbled something incomprehensible.

- “Oh yes, good…” I repeated.

- “Yeah… good…” Pierre whined.

- “Oh no, sweetheart, that’s not it at all. It’s not the right pitch. The man who is going to shoot all of his cum after having had his pleasure must be shown how much you love having him inside you. It’s a question of intensity. You’ll scare all customers away if you carry on like this… Come on, make an effort…’Oh… yes… good!’”

- “Oh yes, good!” Pierre screamed.

- “Hmm my sweet, if you only knew how good you are,” Franck said. “Again! Encourage me more…”

- “Oh yes, that’s good,” Pierre started again.

- “Imagination,” I reminded him. “You are not going to say the same thing all the time like a parrot! Come on, we are listening!”

- “That’s good!” Pierre screamed. “Again… I want you…”

- “Great! “ I encouraged him, “keep it up.”

Pierre enumerated a string of “oh yes”, “again”, “I want you”, “that’s so good”, “deeper” and I don’t know what… Franck laughed so hard that he had to pull out again.

- “What you say, Sister, I almost prefer the bitch to shut up. She doesn’t seem to have the talent when it comes to the vocabulary and what you taught her kind of has the opposite effect on me.”

- “Oh well, too bad, you hear that?” I said to Pierre, kissing him on the lips. “You are better when you are quiet…”

- “Say Sister,” Franck continued, “the bitch has no vocabulary but what she does have when I fuck her is a nice hard-on. You might want to take advantage…”

He was right, I had such a good time that I forgot myself a little in all of this… I swiftly undressed myself and jumped on the spread-out body. Franck pushed his cock again between Pierre’s buttocks, took Pierre’s huge rod in his hand and began to jerk it with vigor. Then he seized me by my ass and impaled me gently on the cock he had just heated up for me. I began to lift and lower myself along the hard shaft of Pierre’s dick. Pierre moaned and groaned as Franck banged him at the same time.

- “Bitch is nevertheless great…” Franck whispered in my neck.

I moved my hips faster… and felt that Franck was about to come this time. He threw himself against my back and squeezed me moaning in his arms with the last thrust of his hips and shot his cum into Pierre’s body. Pierre arched his back, screamed and I felt a first jet of sperm shooting in my stomach. As to me, I was so aroused that I came at the same time and my cum scattered in long thick white streaks over his abs.

- “Well,” panted Franck, breathing down my neck. “I hope the bitch got you good. I, in any case, gave her the whole package...”

He pulled out of Pierre, went around the table and took him by the hair:

- “Come my sweet, polish my arrow a bit! “ and pushed his cock down Pierre’s throat.

- “You are quite lucky, dear. My Brother’s cum is the best I know. Poor you, if you could see the state of your ass, you wouldn’t believe your eyes!” 

Pierre ’s spread thighs were covered in cum which also run in long streaks from his still open sphincter. I crouched and licked the overflowing sperm. Franck signed me to follow him into another room.

- “Not bad,” I said satisfied. “He can’t track us down, he is humiliated and he is raped. That’s exactly what we wanted…”

- “It’s not enough just yet but I couldn’t rape him again right now. I am tired, ‘Sister’…”

- “You really could have found a better name for me, this one isn’t exactly very manly but hell… Ok, we’ll give him a little break. We also should recover and finish him tomorrow. Is that alright with you?”

- “Alright, but I’ll still make him suffer another humiliation to give him something to think about over night…”

Franck returned to the room with Pierre, saying: 

- “That wasn’t all that bad but the customers aren’t always as nice as us, they have sometimes a bit twisted ideas…”

He undid his fly and signed me to do the same, then he pissed on him. Pierre screamed:

- “You bastards a pissing on me! Filthy pigs!”

Franck aimed his jet toward Pierre’s wide-open mouth and filled it. He almost drowned. I found Franck’s idea really disgusting but followed his example. Pierre had good reason to call us pigs but he had a tendency to forget what filthy stuff he was capable of himself.

- “There,” Franck said. “One must be accustomed to the ideas of certain clients, this way one isn’t taken by surprise…”

- “Leave me alone with your customers!” Pierre screamed, twisting madly to avoid the streams of piss. “You are sick! You should be locked up… Escapees of an asylum… I am among crazy nuts… who should be shot… You are criminals; you deserve the death penalty…”

- “Well, there he starts his sissy screams again,” said Franck dryly. “Ok, we’ll let you scram your lungs out for the moment and while you are at it, find a bit of vocabulary because earlier it was shitty null… We’ll leave you for a while. Take advantage and sleep a little because tomorrow we’ll start your lessons again…”

I fell asleep in Franck’s arms. Pierre kept on screaming but we heard barely anything where we were. I was so tired that I passed out quickly and only woke up late the following day.

I found Franck in the kitchen before a mountain of cup cakes, Croissants and Pains au Chocolat.

- “Help yourself, ‘Sister’, it’s all fresh and still hot.”

- “Have you already checked on Pierre?” I asked.

- “I sneaked a peek, yes. Whoa, he looks not too good. Already, I feel less like fucking him. He’s too disgusting.”

After the more than copious breakfast, Franck carried Pierre to the bathroom and began washing his hands and feet. He stank so much that I wouldn’t have wanted to touch him in this state. He seemed worn out and didn’t give the impression to have slept. He let himself be handled without a word, without trying to fight, without even attempting to lower his blindfold as Franck showered him with insulting remarks:

- “Say bitch, it looks like you spend the whole night pissing all over you, rolling in your own shit and making yourself as disgusting as you could. You stink so much that only bums would want to fuck you. If you have no more ambitions than that, it’s not worth for us bothering with you. We’ll put you directly in the gutter… or in the shantytowns, just as you like.”

- “Really, one has the impression to have bothered with you for nothing!” I jumped in. “If you like to stink like that, it’s your problem but I thought you’d aim higher…”

Franck dried Pierre with a big towel, then he grabbed him by the hair and forced him to kneel in front of him.

- “Alright,” he said, “let’s take up our lessons from yesterday and see what you have retained. I am a customer and like to be sucked… Let’s see how you manage…”

Pierre resisted weakly and tried to lift his blindfold. But Franck didn’t let him and buried Pierre’s head in his crotch.

- “Careful bitch, if I have to repeat the same thing just once and if you don’t obey, I’ll make a nice hole where your cock is right now and I’ll have it fucked by every rotten dick I find until you die…”

Pierre gave in and opened clumsy Franck’s pants. He took Franck’s big dick in his hand, open his mouth and swallowed it almost entirely. Then he started pumping and jerking it at the same time.

- “You are not trying to cheat?” Frank asked commanding. “Is that all you remember from the art of sucking correctly? I have enough… Sister, go get the scissors, there is really nothing to get out of this bitch…”

Pierre swiftly pulled the cock out of his mouth and began licking its forehead, tickling delicately the meat.

- “Wait Sister, looks like the bitch does remember something…”

Pierre kissed the balls and licked the shaft in long strokes. He carefully took the forehead between his lips, encircled it with his tongue and appeared to behave himself perfectly. Franck winked at me and raised a thumb in agreement.

- “Not bad,” he said to Pierre pushing him away. “Now it is your ass I want but you have to invite me… What do you do in this case?”

Pierre groped for the edge of the bathtub. Holding on to it he repositioned himself, bend forward opening his legs and arching his back. His ass was completely offered and he began to moan:

- “Take me… come and fuck me… I want your dick… I want your… sperm…”

- “Ah!” Franck exclaimed. “And I thought you don’t have any talent… There you go putting on a big show for us and one would say you been doing this all your life. Very good… that deserves a reward. Come with me, we’ll come back to this later…”

Franck guided Pierre to the kitchen and made him sit on the table. He served him a cup of coffee and the leftover croissants. Pierre dug in and devoured everything in front of him.

- “When are you going to stop this nightmare?” he asked curtly.

- “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Franck answered. “It’s not a nightmare, you’ll finish even loving your new job like all the others we instructed before you, you’ll see…”

Pierre shook his head and a tear rolled down his cheek.

- “It is a nightmare… I just have to wake up. I’ll soon wake up… I say none of this is real…”

- “In the meantime, if you are finished, let’s have a dress rehearsal,” I said. “Outdoors, you’ll see, the fresh air will do you good.”

Franck led Pierre outside and took him to a little wooded area. There was a charming meadow, bathed in sunlight and the grass was thick and soft.

- “There,” he said and stretched out in the grass. “It’s up to you now and you better do your best. If it isn’t up to part, you know what you get, there will be no more warnings…”

Pierre hesitated for a moment and then groped blindly for Franck’s body.

- “And don’t forget that there are two of us, alright?” I added in with a hard voice.

Pierre jumped on Franck’s stretched out body and knelt on him, sitting on his thighs. For a moment he stroked Franck’s dick through the fabric and undid his pants. He pushed his hand inside, pulled the big hard cock out and began to jerk it gently. I remained at a distance just watching the scene.

Pierre kept on caressing Franck’s cock with one hand and searching for me with the other in empty space. I approached and he found my crotch. He then opened my jeans and took my dick delicately in his mouth, still masturbating Franck. I couldn’t believe it. We had succeeded making this hetero super-stud mucho into a real slut… and all just in one night. Unbelievable!

- “Good job, my sweet. You are absolutely perfect…” I said encouraging.

- “One must recognize that any pro has reason to envy you, » Franck enforced my compliments.

Pierre squeezed my forehead between his fingers and carefully inserted the tip of his tongue into my meat. Franck began panting:

- “I’d love to fuck you now…”

Pierre barely hesitated. He spread his buttocks as wide as he could and arched his back. He took Franck’s cock in his hand and pressed it against his sphincter. He forgot all about me but I found that the spectacle was worth gold…

Franck gave a good thrust with his hips that pushed his dick halfway into Pierre’s body. He screamed with pain but did absolutely nothing to get away from the rod that ripped his flesh. Tears streamed down his cheeks but he bit into his hand and impaled himself on Franck’s huge cock with all his force. I caressed his hair softly and kissed him saying: 

- “You really are the best, I swear. You’ll out-do all the other hookers… There isn’t one that can measure up with you. You’ll have the best jobs, the best customers… I swear…”

Completely ripped apart by Franck’s dick and the face soaked with tears, Pierre planted my cock inside his throat in a single strike and began sucking it desperately.

- “Careful!” I cried out. “Take your time, this isn’t a marathon! Think about what you are doing and do it well…”

Pierre let go of my dick and began to lightly move his hips, making Franck’s rod grind inside his body. When he was used to the motion he increased it and swallowed my dick again deeply.

- “Sister!” Franck groaned. “Never seen a bitch like it! And on top of it look at the slut’s hard-on!”

Pierre ’s dick was standing straight up, incredibly hard and gleaming with pre-cum. I felt a wave of heat and fever going trough my whole body looking at it and began wetting like crazy, my ass was completely on fire.

- “Oh Brother, please… I must have him…” I whispered entirely hypnotized.

- “I was wondering about that…” Franck retorted, pushing Pierre away. “Alright… we’ll make do…”

He made me go down on all fours and forced Pierre to kneel behind me. He took Pierre’s enormously swollen forehead and applied it to my dripping wet sphincter. Then he penetrated Pierre with such a violent thrust that he was projected forward, piercing my ass all the way at once in return. Good God! I was lubricated to death and wide open but still… Franck’s hands didn’t let go of my hips and I had the impression to be a rotisserie chicken. Pierre’s big rod banged me in the same rhythm as Franck was fucking him. I was impaled to the point that I thought to have two cocks at once thrashing inside my body.

Pierre let out a raucous moan each time Franck knocked him forward and deeper inside me; his cock raged brutally in my body with, more and more violently. He suddenly hauled and jets of hot cum began to shoot and inundate me. Pierre didn’t stop groaning as he dispersed his semen while he was about to be completely filled up by Franck’s sperm himself. He collapsed with his whole weight on top of me, dead with exhaustion and soaked in sweat.

- “Well Sister how was the bitch for you?” Franck asked.

- “You helped her a lot, Brother. But she really fucked my brains out, exactly as I love it…”

Franck loosened his grip around Pierre who pulled his huge cock out of my body and slumped on the grass.

- “She isn’t already exhausted?” Frank exclaimed. “There is a little something she forgot… What did our slut forget?”

Pierre hesitated a moment, then he began crawling and pushed off Franck’s thighs to kneel in front of him. He consciously licked the sperm that was dripping from Franck’s cock.

- “Ah, very good!” said Franck. “I thought for a moment there’d be a mistake but you caught yourself well. You like it, my sweet?”

- “Yes, I love it…” Pierre moaned.

- “What is it you love?” Franck asked commanding.

- “I love the sperm… The cum… I love to swallow it, to lick it… having it in my mouth… I love the taste…” 

- “Whoa !” I cried out. “Just yesterday Brother said you haven’t got the vocabulary ! I myself knew all the time that you have the gift and it called to be awakened…”

I had found an old pair of pants and a sweater and Pierre had dressed himself. We were about to leave. Franck and I had told him simply that his little education was finished and that we’d deliver him ready for use. Pierre was completely terrorized and trembled like a leaf. I had bound his hands behind his back and was about to throw him on the backseat of the car when Franck grimaced and took me to the side:

- “Sister,” he said in a deep voice, “I know it’s crazy but I am still horny… before leaving… one last time…”

- “You are really exaggerating it, Brother,” I said annoyed. “You only had it for that bitch but me, you didn’t even fuck me once.”

- “I’ll make it up to you, I swear,” Franck whispered. “One last time…please…”

He literally jumped on Pierre and nailed him against the hood. Before he even could say ‘uff’, Franck had ripped his pants down, spread his legs and had impaled him with his cock. Pierre moaned softly and offered Franck his ass like the worst of sluts.

- “Oh yeah, take me,” he panted. “Fuck me… Fill me up… I love it, come-on, fuck me good and give me everything… all your juice… all your cum…”

It didn‘t make me laugh anymore at all. There was no more studlyness I could see in Pierre. Franck banged him to death on the hood and if Pierre could have opened his ass still more he would have done it. He wiggled like a dog in heat and literally begged Franck to innundate him with cum… Which he, appearently excited by this nonsense, did almost on cue. I was furious and while Pierre lifted his ass even higher to receive all the sperm with which Franck filled his stomach, I would have gladly killed him after puking all over him with disgust…

I did not say a word and threw Pierre on the back seat without even taking the time to pull up his pants. I took a good moment to calm myself. It is true that I was angry with Franck but I was used to his impulses pushing him always to the right or the left… I realized in fact that I was reduced to telling myself that Franck was as much a bastard as the one right next to me who had done all this to Virginie, it made me nauseous and sick to my stomach. A filthy macho who in fact was the worst slut ever… We had barely encouraged him to suck a cock and now he didn’t feel good if he wasn’t fucked or filled up and covered in cum, wiggling his ass like a dog in heat to get his dose. There weren’t enough words to describe it…

- “Sister,” Franck said anxiously, “are you upset with me? Did I do something you didn’t like?”

- “No, don’t worry Brother. The moment this bitch is delivered it’ll pass…understand?” - - “I’m not sure… But yes, maybe… I believe I understand, yes…”

The way back seemed long to me… Under different circumstances I would have passed my time playing with the beautifull dick of Pierre who had still his pants down but even his big cock made me sick…

When Franck entered a dark alley, I opened the door, threw Pierre outside with a single kick of my feet and we turned swiftly onto another street…

On Sunday, I simply called Virginie to tell her that she could consider herself avenged and that, in my opinion, her rapist wouldn’t do anything like this ever again until the end of his days. As to Franck, he fucked me like a god the same day.

On the following Monday, Virginie told us later, everybody was wondering what could have possibly happened to Pierre, the Financial Director. He was unrecognizable and jumped whenever he was spoken to. He walked very close to the walls and remained locked up in his office, not even daring to ask whatsoever of his secretary as if she had scared the living hell out of him. During the weeks to follow, everyone in the bank agreed that all of Pierre’s self-confidence had completely vanished and that everything that had made him a desirable man who seduced all the chicks to dream of having him, had disappeared.

He began to fade, to become insipid and was no longer of any interest to anybody. Even in his work he was catastrophically mediocre and finally finished up being fired. As to Virginie, she heard a few rumors in the hallways that she was designated as his successor but she didn’t believe a single word. Nevertheless, the entire administrative council voted anonymously to propose the position to her. She didn’t accept immediately, asking herself if she’d be capable of assuming such functions. Thus, thinking that her hesitation had a different kind of reason, they proposed a large salary increase… To make it short, Virginie made her career on the back of Pierre, who had threatened to make her a cleaning lady… As they say, vengeance is a meal that’s eaten cold…

Fin