Posted by Elleann on November 12, 2006 at 03:09:27:
"Jeepers!," I said, after Lucy told me what a "snuff" film was. I already knew what a fuck film would be, of course, but I had never heard about snuffing people. Yuck! And I couldn't believe that Mr. Alberto would be involved with anything like that, not to mention my own parents and my aunt and uncle!
We were in my room where the Jamaicans had brought me after the contest. I thought they were going to throw me in a dungeon so I was relieved when all they did was bring me to my room and lock the door, and then one of the Jamaicans went to the garden outside my window to be a guard there in case I tried to escape by breaking the window, I guess.
I was still in my slut clothes and Lucy kept looking at me while we talked, I mean looking at me like she wanted to have sex with me. I acted like I didn't know what she was thinking about. I was too worried, for one thing, even after Lucy told me that they didn't really snuff the girls, they just pretended to snuff them, at least that was the idea. But they did fuck them and one time a girl did get snuffed by mistake.
"You have nothing to worry about, sweetie. They only pick a real slut to be in the film. It's one of the rules. And you're just an innocent kid. I know you volunteered to be a judge in the cock contest in order to teach your parents and your aunt and uncle a lesson and not because you are a slut, and then you kind of got forced into doing what you did on the stage, jerking those guys off, I mean."
"Right, well how innocent do you have to be in order not to be a slut?," I asked.
"That's a hard question. If the consensus of opinion among the guests and Mr. Alberto is that a girl is a slut, then she is. Otherwise, she isn't. There would be a vote on that if someone raised a question about it. But I can't see you having a problem, honey. You're probably still a virgin even."
"Hmmmm, well, I didn't say I was a virgin, Lucy."
Then the door opened and Mr. Alberto came in with one of the Jamaicans. He had heard everything we said. My room was bugged.
"Miss Johnson is a slut, Lucy, a total slut, to use her vernacular," Mr. Alberto said, smiling, as he took the listening device out of his ear.
"However, as you say, Lucy, we'll put the question to a vote and we'll do that tonight. I think that when our guests learn of Miss Johnson's, ahem, activities as a high school cheerleader, the outcome of the vote will not be in doubt."
I felt a chill run up my spine when Mr. Alberto said that, especially when I remembered what he had said when I first met him. He told me then that he saw me at one of our football games and after that had one of his men spy on me, which is how he got interested in me in the first place.
"All right, Jimmy, tie her up," Mr. Alberto said.
Before I could do a thing, the guy Mr. Alberto called Jimmy grabbed me and twisted my arms behind me and tied my wrists together. I yelled and tried my best to squirm out of his grasp but he was way too strong for me.
"Dont fight it, sweetie. You'll only hurt yourself," Lucy said. She smiled at me but she looked more excited than sympathetic, in my opinion.
"Here, read this, Lucy," Mr. Alberto said, taking a manuscript from his jacket. "And, tonight, after dinner, I will want you to read it to the guests. We obtained it from Miss Johnson's computer."
"Oh, my God!," I thought. Mr. Alberto's spies had gotten my diary. I was in for it now!
"What is it?," Lucy said.
"Read it."
Lucy did read it, and several hours later, while I lay tied up on a table in the dining hall with all my clothes off, she read it again into a microphone while my parents and aunt and uncle and all the other guests sat at their tables, and listened.
ELLE'S DIARY
I have to admit that the most fun about cheerleading is showing off in front of a whole bunch of people and knowing that you are making them want to have sex with you. I think I am very lucky to be pretty. I just don't understand why all girls aren't pretty, when, for example, all the kittens you see are cute and different kinds of birds all look the same, so why are girls so different in the way that they look. It just doesn't seem fair, and so I know I am very fortunate in the way that I look and I am not stuck up about it either. The other two girls on our cheerleader squad who are lucky like me are Marcy, who is my best friend, and Jenny who is the luckiest of anyone because she is like Miss America.
Anyway, our team was getting killed and there was only like ten minutes left in the game when Marcy came up to me right in the middle of one our cheers and whispered in my ear. I couldn't believe what she said and so when we finished the cheer I went up to her and put my hands on my hips and told her to repeat what she had whispered.
Marcy laughed and told me again, keeping her voice down so the other girls wouldn't hear.
"Hey, the score is twenty-one to nothing. No way we can win but at least it might give the guys and lift and make them try harder. They have just given up out there. Look at them. I mean they are like moping," Marcy said.
"Mmmm, it would give them a lift all right. Okay, get the girls together and we will take a vote."
There was a kind of a bug going around that week and only six girls had made it to the game and we all got in a huddle on the sideline and Marcy made her suggestion.
The girls laughed except for Jenny who didn't like the idea one bit but we finally talked her into it because there was no way the guys could ever win, we said, and Jenny looked up at the clock on the scoreboard and said, "Yes, you are right. It is impossible. I think it is an awful thing to say to them, girls, but I will go along with it because I can see there isn't enough time left for them to score 22 points."
Just then the team called a timeout and Alex, my boyfriend, who is also the quarterback, came running over to talk with the coach and when he was through Marcy walked up to him and whispered in his ear. Alex almost jumped in the air. Then he looked at me and the other girls. We were all standing there and giggling except for Jenny who was looking at the ground. I grinned at Alex.
"Why not?", I laughed.
We six girls had just agreed to give blowjobs and let the whole team fuck us if they won the game. And now my own boyfriend went back to the huddle to deliver the message while Marcy started telling the guys on the sidelines. Guys were turning around all over the place to look at us, especially at Marcy, Jenny and me, and I just smiled at them and licked my lips to tease them and the other girls did the same thing, except for Jenny, who was too embarrassed. I was having fun, to be honest. There was no way I would actually do such a thing and most of the other girls wouldn't either but it was fun to pretend and tease them.
Well, you wouldn't believe what happened. It looked like the Dayville High School Giants had suddenly turned into the New York Giants. I mean they were awesome. They hadn't been able to do a thing out there and now they just ran over that other team and scored three touchdowns plus a two point thing after the last touchdown and we won the game 22 to 21. I watched it all in horror. As the guys came running off the field when the game ended, I saw a lot of them looking at me but even more were looking at Jenny. They were grinning and hooting. I just stood there like a dope not knowing what to do and then Alex came over to me.
"Don't worry, Elle. I will take care of this."
"What do you mean?," I said.
"I mean obviously you girls are not going to have an orgy with these guys. It was just a joke to get them motivated and it worked. We won the game. That's what counts. I'll tell them to forget it, ok."
I shook my head. "It wasn't a joke, Alex. It was a promise."
"What are you saying?," Alex said. He was starting to get mad. The other girls came over except for Jenny who was sitting at the end of the bench covering her face in her hands.
"I am saying it was a promise. I never thought the team would win. I wouldn't have made the promise if I thought that and neither would the other girls. But you guys did win. You won because of our promise. Everyone on the team did their part and that means we have to do our part. It isn't fair if we don't, Alex. A person should never break a promise if she doesn't have to."
Marcy was giggling and so was Margaret. The other girls were serious and I could see they were worried. Jenny was the most worried of anyone.
Now Alex got really mad. He told me I was crazy and that I had no right even talking this way since I was his girlfriend, so I reminded him that he was the one who told the team that we would do it. He could have said no then but he didn't, so it was too late to say no now. Alex stomped away. He even called me a bad name as he was going.
Well, this was a matter of principle and it kind of bothered me that Alex didn't understand that, because a promise is a promise whether a person likes it or not!
Lucy had a nice reading voice, I thought. I would have been totally mortified in a normal situation to have everyone hear my diary being read, especially with my parents in the audience, but in the situation that I was in, lying on my back on a table with all my clothes off and having my hands and feet tied up. it wasn't my diary that concerned me. I was more worried about what was going to happen after Lucy finished reading it.
A lot had happened already. They had used me as a kind of table decoration. I was lying not only on a table but on this huge silver platter and Mr. Alberto had told everyone to think of me as a "girl turkey" ready to be stuffed and put in the oven. People thought that was pretty funny and even sexy. During their dinner, a lot of the men and quite a few of the women came over and teased me and poked my tits with their fingers and just plain felt me up!
Even Aunt Ginger did that, although my parents and Uncle Jake stayed at their table and only watched.
They seemed to have something on their minds because they were not laughing and carrying on like everyone else but seemed kind of serious. I thought it was funny in a way, being a table decoration and having people think of me as a girl turkey and I don't know why it made me feel sexy, but it did. Don't get me wrong, I still felt worried about the whole thing.
Anyway, Lucy had a neat voice, like I said. Everyone listened quietly, except for a few laughs now and then. Mr. Alberto had announced that when Lucy finished reading, the guests would vote on whether or not I was a slut and if I was a slut then I would be the girl in the fuck and snuff film and Daddy would be in the film, too, since he had won the cock contest.
To be honest, I didn't think that my agreement to be in the orgy proved that I was a slut at all. I thought it proved I was honorable, that I was a person who didn't go back on her word. I hoped that maybe the audience would see it that way, too, and not the way that Mr. Alberto saw it. If you ask me, that guy liked everything to be as immoral as possible.
So, that is what I was thinking as I went back to listening to Lucy. She had paused to take a drink of water, and now she went back to reading:
We had the orgy the next Saturday morning, at the gym. It was all hush, hush. Jenny didn't know about it because we decided not to tell her, which was for her benefit, too. Instead, I told Jenny we were having a special cheerleading practice that morning. I told her that I would give her a ride and she said okay.
It was a beautiful morning. When I drove into Jenny's driveway, her mom opened the front door and gave me a big smile and a wave and then Jenny came out, looking cute as anything in her cheerleading uniform. She hopped in the car and off we went. I had this deep guilty feeling that I kept inside me.
The guys had really organized the orgy pretty good. This is how they did it. First each guy wrote down the name of the girl who was his first choice on a little card and then the guys turned in all the cards to James Bradley and Dave Wallace who were the two organizers and if one girl got ten or fewer picks then all the guys who had picked her got her. That was because there were exactly sixty guys and only six girls so the guys decided they should divide things evenly and not make one girl get screwed more than ten times just because she was prettier. So, if a girl got more than ten picks, then the guys who had picked her, and just those guys, drew from this box that had her name on ten of the cards but all the other cards were blank. Then all the guys who had picked a blank card plus the guys who hadn't picked any particular girl picked cards with the names of all the girls who were available, that is, they had gotten fewer than ten picks. Well, as you might expect, Jenny was the only girl who got more than ten votes. She got 41 of them. I got eight, Marcy got three, Mary Lou got one which was her boyfriend, probably, who really wanted to pick Jenny but didn't dare to, and seven guys didn't make any pick at all and just went right into the general draw at the end. That meant that for that last draw there were only two cards in the box with my name on it, seven with Marcy's, nine with Mary Lou's, none with Jenny's and ten for the two other girls, Margaret and Sally.
I didn't know anything about this at the time. I thought it was going to be like a free for all and I was especially worried about Jenny who I knew wouldn't want to be there at all and might end up getting screwed by fifty guys! I would have to do something to keep things more balanced, I thought, but what would I be able to do? Oh, well, Jenny had made the promise with the rest of us so it was her own fault she was in this mess. I couldn't help it that she was totally beautiful and would be just about everyone's first choice to have sex with, which made me a little jealous, I have to admit.
I should tell you a little bit more about Jenny. She is a natural light blonde with big blue eyes, five feet seven and very curvy. I got some picks probably because some of the guys liked me but they wouldn't have said that I am prettier than Jenny. They might have said that my legs are as nice as Jenny's, though they are a little slimmer than hers, and maybe they would say my face is as nice as hers, I don't know, but Jenny's boobs are a lot bigger than mine and they have just as nice shapes as mine and are just as firm as mine. They are the most amazing boobs I ever saw. Plus Jenny has everything else to go with them. She is just overall more shapely than me. And she is a very sweet person besides (most of the time). I felt bad about leading her into an orgy but I couldn't dwell on it that much. I had my own concerns. I had never been in an orgy before myself. It was like overwhelming to even think about and when we reached the parking lot and got out of the car I could hardly walk in a straight line I was so nervous and excited.
"Gee its such a nice morning, Elle," Jenny said happily. She skipped ahead of me toward the gym. Her skirt swished up on her thighs as she skipped. Her sweater was loose at her trim waist and I thought about the guys waiting to put their hands up that sweater, which would be just for starters.
"Jenny, I have to tell you something," I said.
Jenny stopped and turned around. I took a deep breath and then I told her. Jenny's jaw dropped and she just blinked at me in disbelief, not saying a word, as I explained everything.
"I'm sorry, Jenny, I should have told you before. We made a promise and I thought this was the only way to keep our word to the guys, by fooling you, I mean. I made a mistake. Come on, I'll take you home."
I never saw Jenny get mad before. She always has the nicest disposition. But now her face got red and I could see she was angry, and I thought she was angry at me, but she wasn't, not yet.
"Those guys are disgusting! If they were gentlemen they would have said, girls, thanks for giving us that encouragement, you girls are great, but of course we don't expect you to have sex with us just because we won a stupid football game."
Jenny was fuming she was so mad. She started walking very fast toward the gym door.
"Jenny, what are you doing?"
"I am going to give these guys a piece of my mind. And that includes, Chuck and those custodians, I mean grownup men acting this way. It is revolting!"
"Jenny, I wouldn't go in there if I were you," I said, running to catch up with her. But Jenny pulled open the metal gym door and we both went in. The other girls were waiting for us in the vestibule, which is like this little room just before the gym. A couple of the girls were looking through the glass at the crowd of guys milling around the gym floor. I took a peek too. They had wrestling mats spread around, three of them.
"Theyre going to fuck us on those mats," Mary Lou said, excitedly.
I could see that Mary Lou's attitude about the whole thing was a lot different from Jenny's.
"Let me see," Jenny said, pushing between Mary Lou and me to look through the window.
"I think this is the most awful thing I ever heard of," she said, with total disgust. Jenny's face was redder than ever and her eyes were blazing mad and then she looked at me.
"I'm going in there and tell those guys what I think of them. And you girls are a bunch of sluts. Elle, I am surprised at you. I'm going to report this whole thing."
"Jenny, you better not. I even offered to give you a ride home, remember, and not trick you into coming in here like I was going to, I admit, but I changed my mind. So dont be mad at me."
"I will be mad at you, Elle. I think you are a slut for doing this. I think all you girls are sluts!!"
Well, Jenny just huffed away and lifted her chin in the air and then she pushed open the door and went inside the gym while the rest of us girls followed her to see what would happen. A huge cheer greeted us. Guys were pumping their fists and laughing and shouting and being obscene of course the way guys always are. Most of them were looking at Jenny. A lot of them couldn't believe we had actually come. They didn't know what Jenny was up to.
Jenny stood there with her hands on her hips leveling her gaze at the crowd of guys around us, waiting for them to quiet down. Marcy and I looked at each other and shrugged. We didn't know what to do. After a while, the guys could see that Jenny had something she wanted to say and the shouting and laughing and blabbing gradually died away and then it became almost totally silent. I was watching Jenny most of the time and I saw that the redness in her cheeks had begun to fade. She became whiter and whiter and she was almost like a ghost when she finally began to speak.
"You…you guys...are...are...," she said, and she began to sway on her feet and then...Jenny fainted. She just dropped to the floor. Plunk.
Margaret was the first one to react. "
"Come on, let's get her on the mat," she said.
Marcy and I helped her and we all picked up Jenny and carried her over to the mat and laid her down on her back. Some of the guys started coming over and pretty soon there was a crowd around the mat with Jenny lying there with her eyes closed, looking totally beautiful of course. Well, I always suspected that Margaret liked girls as much as she liked guys and Margaret's idea of giving Jenny CPR, if that was what Jenny needed to begin with, was to push open Jenny's legs and push up her skirt, exposing Jenny's purple cheerleader panties and then get down between Jenny's open legs and begin to blow her breath into Jenny's panties and then lick and kiss them right where Jenny's cunt would be. The guys all thought this was a great idea on Margaret's part and they started whooping all over again.
"Come on girls, give Margaret some assistance in helping out Jenny," one of the guys said.
Marcy laughed and knelt down beside Jenny and pushed up Jenny's sweater. She knew what everyone wanted to see so she pushed up Jenny's bra and Jenny's beautiful tits popped out for everyone to stare at until Marcy's head got in the way and she started to suck on Jenny's nipples and lick her tits all over. Meanwhile, Margaret had pulled down Jenny's panties and was blowing her breath right into Jenny's cunt. Then Margaret lowered her head and began to eat her almost best friend, which Jenny was by the way. The two girls just had never had sex before.
Guys were yelling or just watching and then there was pushing and shoving around the mat as the ten guys who were going to fuck Jenny squeezed into the front and started taking off their pants. One of them was Coach Chuck and one was Joe the custodian. Jenny's eyes blinked open. By now she was squirming and moaning from having her cunt eaten and her nipples licked.
"Oh no! Please don't," Jenny moaned. She looked up frantically and saw me.
"Elle help me," she said, as if there was something I could do about it. This kind of thing happens to me all the time, I don't know why, I mean people asking me to help out them out when there's some kind of a problem. Well, usually I will try to help if I can but I wasn't going to help Jenny.
"You shouldnt have called me that name, Jenny," I said, and just as I said it a big arm wrapped around my waist and I felt myself being pulled backward. I looked over my shoulder to see who it was and saw Howard, who is one of the biggest guys on the team. He had this funny look on his face. Then David Barnes was in front of me feeling me up through my sweater. I was instantly embarrassed because David sits next to me in psychology and we are friends there, always kidding around and sharing notes and stuff and there had never been anything the least bit romantic between us, I mean nothing at all. I knew he thought I was cute because Marcy told me he had said that to her but he never gave even a hint he would like to go out with me and now he was going to fuck me. Boy, these orgy situations are something, I was thinking as I was being pulled along and getting felt up the whole time.
"David!" I squirmed and kicked and then I remembered I wasn't supposed to resist these guys. What kind of a promise keeper would I be if I did that? So I smiled at David and lifted my foot up and bumped him with my sneaker, not hard, but in a teasing way where his hardon was making a bulge in his pants.
"Mmmm, what is that, David?"
"Hey Elle. We're going to fuck you," he answered, getting his hand under my sweater and under my bra, too. "Ten of us, Elle. We're going to turn you into a cum bucket."
They were dragging me to someplace and as we moved through the crowd Dave told me in an excited voice how they had picked us, using the little cards and all. He wanted to let me know that he had picked me over Jenny and didn't just get me in the general draw.
"I always wanted to fuck you the most of any girl in the whole school," he smiled.
We bumped into some guys along the way who were busy getting their own girls and then the next thing I knew my sweater was off and my bra was off and I was lying on my back on one of the mats looking up at a bunch of horny guys with their dicks out. I almost fainted even though I was lying down.
In a daze, I turned my head to see who was next to me on my mat. It was Marcy. Her guys had dragged her off Jenny and already stripped her and one of the guys was getting between Marcy's legs and I looked just in time to see him start fucking her. Marcy just closed her eyes and bit her lip and let the guy screw her. It was a new guy on the team who had transferred from another school and neither Marcy nor I knew him very well. But he was good at what he was doing now, you could see that, and pretty soon I heard Marcy moaning and gasping. Well, I was about to be in the same situation Marcy was in. I looked around the circle of guys standing over me to see who they all were. Alex was there. I had been afraid that he would be. His cock was out just like the other guys and it was hard and Alex looked at me with a look that was as hard as his cock.
"Dont worry, bitch. I didn't pick you. I picked Jenny. I got you because everyone else wanted Jenny too and I lost out and got you."
This was my boyfriend talking. I just looked at him. Alex told me to get up on my knees. He said he wanted me to introduce myself to the cocks. I was supposed to go around on my knees and say hello to each of the cocks and give them a little lick and tell them I wanted them to fuck me. Some of the guys seemed to like this idea and they were laughing. So I was going to be humiliated as well as screwed. All right, I thought, why argue. I will just do it. It seemed exciting, to be honest, so I didn't really mind saying hello to the boys cocks and giving them some licks if that is what they wanted and I was pretty sure that they did want that. What I minded was Alex's attitude.
I shifted on my knees and found myself in front of David. His cock was almost poking me in the face. I looked up at him and smiled. He didn't smile at me.
"Lick it, Elle.
"Ok." I stuck out my tongue and put it underneath David's cock which was about six inches long, I guess. I liked the way his cock felt heavy on my tongue. I lifted his cock as I licked it and when the tip of my tongue came off the head of David's cock the cock dropped a little and I opened my mouth and let it in. I gave it one long suck and then pulled my mouth away.
"I guess your cock and me know each other now, David," I said, softly. David didn't answer. He just looked at me as I moved on my knees to the next boy. I went down the row of cocks, licking them and even talking to them. It was very strange. I knew all these boys. I had gone to school with some of them since kindergarten and we were all friends. At least I thought we were friends. Alex was the only boy in my group I had gone out with. And now...this! Phew!
The boy I was most aware of as I said hello to the cocks was Luke Tatum, who was standing next to Alex at the end of my line. His cock was the biggest and the handsomest and the fiercest looking cock I had ever seen in real life. I got dizzy whenever I glanced at it. As I got closer to Luke, I couldn't stop thinking about his cock and when I would say hello to the other boys cocks, it was always Luke's cock that would be on my mind.
By now I was the only girl who wasn't being fucked. My guys had a whole program worked out for me while the other groups were pretty chaotic. I heard guys yelling things like, "my turn, you asshole!", and "I'm next. The fuck you are, I'm next." And I could hear the girls moaning now and then. I saw Marcy next to me being fucked by two guys at once and I saw Jenny over on her mat being fucked by Henry, who is this giant fat boy who almost never gets to play because he is so slow and who has bad breath and could never have gotten a date with Jenny in a million years. Well, he was having a pretty good date with her right now! Next to Jenny, Sally was giving a guy a blow job while another guy was fucking her. On the other mat, Margaret was being fucked and Mary Lou was being fucked by two guys at once just like Marcy.
Well, I had my own situation to think about. My guys were taking their time. I still had my skirt and panties and sneakers and socks on. Finally, I was there, kneeling in front of Luke with his amazing cock a few inches from my face. It seemed right to me that a girl should be on her knees in front of a cock like Luke's, I mean it seemed like the respectful thing to do.
"I...I couldnt help noticing him," I murmured, looking up.
"Yeah, I saw you looking at it. You like big cocks, don't you?"
"I like them ok, I guess."
"You love em."
Too bad Luke's brain wasn't as interesting as his cock, I thought. Oh well, you can't have everything. My heart was going so fast I thought it would have an attack. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. Luke's cock was so big all I had to do was stick out my tongue and move my head forward. I couldn't miss it. Licking Luke's cock was almost like a religious experience. After that one lick, someone came up behind me and pulled me down on the mat. Then guys were all over me, holding me down and pulling off my skirt and panties and sneakers. They didn't bother with my purple socks. And then Luke was getting down on top of me. Besides wanting to fuck me themselves, the guys wanted to watch Luke fuck me so they had decided he would go first. Until then, everything seemed to be going at a nice slow pace and now it was all happening too fast for me.
I looked up over Luke and saw Alex staring at me.
"Guys want to see you fucked by a cock that's too big for you, bitch. I'm looking forward to that myself."
There was nothing I could say or do. I just closed my eyes while Luke opened my legs and stuck his cock against my cunt. Then he pushed into me as hard as he could. I felt like I was being split in half. His cock went totally into me. He pulled back and drove it in again. And again. And again. Mmmmm. It started to feel good. Then it started to feel great. I heard myself moaning and gasping. I wrapped my legs around Luke and just let him pound me until I came, and made my little spurt all over his wonderful cock that I wanted to fuck me forever. I came a second time before Luke did. I make funny noises when I have an orgasm. I can't help it and it was like an announcement to everyone, so it was kind of embarrassing when you remember it afterward. Anyway, Luke shot off in me and just filled me up with hot cum and then he lay on me, panting and getting his breath back, and then he rolled off me, and the next boy took his place.
A couple of the guys wanted to fuck me in my bottom but I didn't want them to. I said they could fuck me the regular way and I would give a blowjob at the same time to another guy but that was the most that I would agree to do, and I really did kind of feel like doing that. But Alex was being real mean and he told Steven and George they could fuck me in my bottom and they both did! I didn't like it, really, but it wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. Anyway, the whole experience begins to blur in my mind as I try to think about it. All I can really tell you besides what I already have is that all ten of the guys fucked me and they all came in me or on me – a couple of guys just shot their cum in my face and on my breasts and I was sucking a couple of other guys when they came so I swallowed quite a bit of cum that morning. I was the last girl to finish.
I noticed this crowd growing around our mat toward the end. I realized I was putting on a show for all the guys whose groups had completed their orgy and they had nothing to do except watch me. The girls watched, too. Even Jenny was standing there. She had some of her clothes back on and her face had cum spots on it and her eyes were in la la land. I wondered if she would ever be the same again and then I forgot about her and I forgot about everything and I just closed my eyes while the guy on top of me fucked me. I am not sure who that last boy was, though I have a pretty good idea. All I really remember are his arms and his chest and the feeling of his big you know what going way inside me and then almost out again, over and over and over. Boy, I thought, just before I had my last orgasm, I better be sure to make confession tonight!
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Well, after Lucy finished reading, Mr. Alberto said that everyone who thought I was a slut should raise their hand and everyone, and i mean everyone, did. I saw my own Mom's hand go up and Daddy's hand, too, and Uncle Jake and Aunt Ginger raised their hands. It was like a unanimous vote. Mom had this strange look on her face, I didn't know what the look meant, but it worried me and it made me feel sad that she had raised her hand that I was a slut.
"You won the part, honey," Lucy said, meaning that I would be the girl in the fuck and snuff movie.
She was standing by my table, looking down at me. She had that look in her eyes again, like she wanted to have sex with me. Is that all anyone ever thinks about around here?, I thought to myself, not that I was mad about it.
"Hmmmm, I don't care what they say, I'm not a slut, Lucy. I don't want to be snuffed either, so they better not make a mistake with me like they did with that other girl."
Then Lucy bent down and whispered in my ear.
"It won't be mistake, sweetie. Mr. Alberto is going to have you snuffed on purpose. He thinks you would be a danger. He's talked to your parents about it. I guess they haven't agreed yet, but they will. Mr. Alberto always gets his way. Now I have to do this, sorry."
And before I could say a word, Lucy stuffed a gag in my mouth.
At one end of the dining hall they had a little podium with a microphone and after Lucy put the gag in my mouth Mr. Alberto went to the podium to give a talk. I didn't know what to think when Lucy told me that I was going to be snuffed, I thought she must be kidding, so I listened very carefully to what Mr. Alberto was saying even though my heart was going a mile a minute.
"Well, I hope everyone enjoyed Miss Johnson's diary," Mr. Alberto began. "We have a surprise coming up about that. But now our after dinner entertainment will continue with a little show."
The lights went down and one of the Jamaicans put up this movie screen and a movie flickered on, in color, and it looked like it was a movie taken right in this same room, only where the podium was now there was a young woman standing on a wooden box with a rope around her neck. People clapped and cheered when they saw what the movie was going to be.
"Yes, this is Emily, our snuff girl from two years ago, as I'm sure we all remember, except Miss Johnson, who wasn't here," Mr. Alberto said.
The picture widened and you saw people gathered around the place where the girl was. One guy was up front, sitting in a chair, and he had a crazy expression on his face and he had his hand in his lap. Oh my God, I thought, the guy is going to jerk off! Well, it turned out this was Emily's husband. He was going to masturbate while they hanged Emily. They were going to hang her only for a little while and take her down before she got killed, at least that was the idea.
Emily thought it was fun, you could tell. She looked like she was about twenty-five years old. She had short brown hair and a nice, trim body with slightly small but very pretty tits. You could see why she got picked to be in the movie. She was smiling and she looked excited as she stood there on the box and then one of the Jamaicans came up and pulled the box away and Emily went swinging in the air. Her head snapped up and her eyes bugged out and she kicked her legs. You could see her husband's arm going up and down as he watched her "dance". You heard the people in the film hooting and cheering and you could hear the gurgling sounds that Emily made.
Pretty soon, Emily's face got all red and she kicked harder than before. She began to pee. This long stream of pee came out of her. It turned out she had drunk a lot of water on purpose so she would do a really good pee, and she did! But this was almost the time when they were supposed to stop hanging Emily, before it was too late. You could see some people talking. They seemed to be arguing about something and all the while Emily's husband had his arm going up and down so fast it was a blur. Oh no!! I finally realized what was happening. They weren't letting Emily down yet because her husband hadn't finished jerking off. It was more important to these people that her husband have a nice orgasm than that Emily not be killed. And her husband was all for it. He only cared about jerking off!
Emily turned blue in the face and it looked like her eyes were going to bug right out of her head. Her kicks got slower and slower and then they stopped and Emily's tongue came out of her mouth and she just hung there, barely swaying, while her husband pumped away until he came. I couldn't believe it! The movie ended with a scene of a bunch of people kneeling and crowding together, all grinning at the camera, with Emily behind them, still hanging from her rope, gazing blankly with her dead eyes.
Mr. Alberto came back to the podium. He told everyone what a good snuff actress Emily had been but that she could have been an even better snuff actress if they had roasted her after she was hanged. There were some murmurs in the audience when Mr. Alberto said this.
"Yes, this is a new idea for some of you, I know," Mr. Alberto said. "Here, let me show you what we could have done with Emily."
One of the Jamaicans began showing slides on the movie screen. The pictures were of Emily, the kind of pictures that a computer can make, and they showed Emily with a long metal pole in her that Mr. Alberto called a "spit", and there were pictures of Emily on this spit being cooked over a barbecue and pictures of Emily all brown and juicy like a cooked turkey lying on a platter with an apple in her mouth. There was a guy all dressed in white and wearing a white hat in some of the pictures who Mr. Alberto said was a chef, and he was the kind of a chef who specializes in cooking girls! I never knew before that there were any chefs like that. The pictures of Emily were all fake, of course, but they looked real and they were so amazing! The audience loved them.
"This is what we could have done with Emily, but we missed the opportunity. Never thought of it, frankly. This year, we have that opportunity all over again. Shall we miss it once more, or shall we take advantage of it?," Mr. Alberto said.
Well, you can guess what the answer was to that.
After everyone quieted down, Mr. Alberto said it was time for the surprise that he had talked about. He waved to one of this men. The guy opened the door that led into the kitchen and out came two other black guys holding a nude girl between them.
It was Jenny.
People oohed and ahhed when they saw Jenny and then they oohed and ahhed some more when Mr. Alberto said this was the same Jenny who had been in my diary. Then the lights dimmed and on the screen came a picture, one of those computer jobs, and it was a picture of Jenny being cooked over a pile of red coals. She had a spit through her. It went in her cunt and came out her mouth and she had her eyes wide open. Phew, it was something else! I could tell from the excited buzz in the room that the guests were getting turned on by the idea of cooking a girl, especially one like Jenny. You may not believe that someone could actually get turned on by such a thing but remember these people were sex fiends. Plus they had gotten a big kick out of snuffing Emily. Hmmmm, poor Emily did a few kicks herself. Anyway, the lights came back on and Mr. Alberto started talking again.
"The boys nabbed this sweetie pie when she was walking home from choir rehearsal a few nights ago," Mr. Alberto explained. "After reading Miss Johnson's description, I thought Jenny would be a good choice to become our first meat girl. By the way, Jenny knows that she's going to be snuffed and she knows that she will be roasted and served at the banquet. We've made that quite clear to her, haven't we Jenny? As for Miss Johnson, I had thought that her role at our party would be concluded by now so that her path would not cross with her pretty friend's but, well, here we are."
Mr. Alberto looked right at my parents table, where Uncle Jake and Aunt Ginger were also sitting.
"It seems to me there is only one solution to this dilemma. We all know what the dilemma is. I would hope that those who have a particular interest in Miss Johnson will come to accept that solution and do so before the evening is over."
Hmmmm, so Mr. Alberto really did want to have me snuffed and I guessed he probably wanted to have me roasted, too, and have both me and Jenny served at the banquet. I didn't hear any big objections coming from my parents' table. My view of things was pretty limited, being tied down on my back and all, so I couldn't see my parents that well but I kept waiting for my Mom to scream or say SOMETHING. She didn't make a peep. Nope, she had wailed like a crazy person when she saw me being a cock judge but having me snuffed wasn't that big a deal apparently.
As concerned as I was about myself, I couldn't help wondering what had happened to Jenny. She looked okay. In fact, she looked totally beautiful as usual. She was nude, like I said, with her hands tied behind her. She didn't have a gag like I did and the Jamaicans at her side weren't really holding her. She just stood there between them with this zombie expression on her face. It seemed like she wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. I don't know if she even realized I was there.
"Isn't Jenny a good meat girl?," Mr. Alberto said. "Jenny, see that table over there. The one I'm pointing to, sweetheart. I want you to go over there and kiss the woman with the blonde hair. Then come back here. Do it now, please."
Good grief, I thought, Mr. Alberto was talking about my mother. And he was. Jenny didn't say a word. She just walked between the tables until she got to where Mr. Alberto said. People were laughing and talking and making wise cracks while Mr. Alberto spoke into the microphone about what Jenny was doing for the benefit of anyone who couldn't see, like me. He told how Jenny went up to my Mom who lifted her face to Jenny so that Jenny could kiss her and that Jenny did kiss her and then Jenny came back to the podium like a little dog that just did a trick.
What was wrong with that girl!? Well, what was wrong with Jenny was that she was totally under their power. I don't know how they did it exactly, but I know this much. After she was kidnapped, the Jamaicans had sex with Jenny for two whole days. All eleven of those guys screwed her. Plus Mr. Alberto had his workers show pictures to Jenny of girls being cooked, like the fake slides we had just seen, even slides of Jenny herself, telling Jenny that this was what was going to happen to her in real life. Plus they gave her some kind of pills to take, and all of these things turned Jenny into a "cow", which was what Mr. Alberto called her, only he said that because Jenny was seventeen years old, she was more like a calf than a cow. In other words, what happened was that they blew Jenny's mind.
After Jenny came back to the podium, Mr. Alberto told his men to bring her to her "stall" and he told them to bring me there, too. So that's where we both went. It was in a different part of the house from where my room was, right next to the kitchen. It didn't seem much like a stall, just a small room without any furniture and some blankets on the floor and a toilet in the corner.
The Jamaicans untied Jenny's hands when they got us into the room. But they left my hands tied up and they left the gag in my mouth and they put a leash around my neck that was attached to a clamp on the wall and that kept me from walking more than a couple of steps. I couldn't even reach the toilet. I was sure that when the Jamaicans went away, Jenny would release me but she didn't. She just sat down on one of the blankets and studied her finger nails. She hardly even looked at me. Then she took a nap!
I tried to talk to her a hundred times, but it was no use. It seemed like hours went by and then Lucy showed up. The Jamaicans came with her. They stayed outside the room while Lucy visited with us. Lucy told me about what they had done to Jenny. Then she told me that my Mom had now agreed that I could be snuffed and cooked and she had talked my Dad into agreeing with her. My parents felt that they had no choice. I was a big danger, obviously, so Mr. Alberto couldn't let me go. Plus, they figured that if they objected too much they wouldn't get invited to any more parties or they might even get snuffed themselves. The other thing was that my Mom thought I had become a slut because of the whole cock contest bit and she didn't care what happened to me if I was going to turn out to be a slut after all her hard work in raising me not to be that.
"Your fate is sealed, honey. My advice is let yourself be like Jenny. Don't fight it. You'll get a shot and that will help and you're going to get something else that will help you, too. It will make everything seem kind of dreamy. You see, Mr. Alberto has decided to have two banquets since he has two meat girls now for his party. We're going to have the first one tomorrow. Mmmmm, everyone is so impatient! You know how it is. Why wait, right?"
Then Lucy kissed me on the cheek and left. Two banquets? Which one would be me? My head was spinning. I was a little surprised about my parents but not like big time surprised. They had always worried about themselves first, my mom especially. I wondered what Uncle Jake and Aunt Ginger thought or if they even knew yet. I did feel kind of betrayed by Lucy. She had been so nice to me when I arrived at the mansion and now she acted like having me snuffed and cooked for the banquet was a great idea. As I was thinking these things over, the door opened again and in came a bunch of people - a man in a white outfit and a white hat and a woman I had never seen before and three of the Jamaicans. They all stood there looking at Jenny and me and then the woman pointed at Jenny.
"That one," she said.
Two of the Jamaicans picked up Jenny and carried her out. The woman came over to me. The guy in white followed her. He kept looking at me, not at my face but at the rest of me. The woman wore pants and a black shirt with the name "Hilda" in white on the pocket and she had something in her hand. A needle. She grabbed my arm and poked me with it. It hurt but even before the sting died away I began to feel funny.
"She's all yours," Hilda said.