Sherry’s Tale III
Part III of the amazing Sherry’s Rape stories written by our fellow contributor Selwyn.
After I was raped by those three men (one of them having already raped me before), I couldn’t go on with my life as it was. I had to get out of that house, where my mother hardly knew what was going on, and clearly didn’t care much about me. I was now 19,had finished high school, and maybe now I could get past these tragedies and make something of a life.
I had seen ads in newspapers and magazines, "models wanted, no experience required," for places up at the state capital, and thought maybe I could do it. The little town where I had lived all my life had no opportunities, I couldn’t afford college (and probably wouldn’t have done well there anyway), so I thought it was time to do something dramatic (if not quite yet desperate). Never did I imagine where it would take me.
I didn’t say anything to mom. I can’t imagine how she wanted me to live. . . I knew she wouldn’t want me to leave, she thought I was becoming some sort of slut(never thinking this of herself, though it was true), yet she knew that staying in that town would lead me nowhere.
But I couldn’t just go all at once. I had some money from part-time jobs, but no car. So, I decided to take a short trip to the capital just to find out what these jobs were about. I called one of the modeling places, and they told me "come in any time," so I just went to the Greyhound station and for $12.00 I was on my way.
I had never been to the city alone before, so I was a bit nervous. But it was exciting at the same time, thinking that I might be on my way to better things. When I arrived I had no trouble finding the XTC Modeling Agency, just a few blocks from the bus station. The agency was in an older end of town. The building itself was clean and well-maintained, but I could see that just a block away the run-down part of town began. I was glad that I didn’t have to go much further.
The agency was on the third floor. I managed to find a lady’s room near the ground floor entrance, so I was able to make myself up a bit before meeting them. . . I wanted to look nice, but not overwhelming, so I kept my make-up toned down a bit, paler colors and only a light shade of lipstick. My heart was beating with nervous excitement when I entered the elevator to step forward into what I hoped would be a new life.
I touched up my lipstick a bit just before arriving on the third floor, went into the hallway, and at the end I saw a sign for XTC Modeling Agency. None of the other office spaces seemed to be occupied, apparently the agency had the entire floor to themselves.
A sign on the door said "enter," so I just walked in. Behind a desk a receptionist was looking at a magazine, and it took a few moments before she noticed me. "Hello," she said. "Are you looking to work with us?"
"Yes," I replied, trying to hide my nervousness. "I’m Sherry, I called you earlier and you said come in any time. . . "
"Oh yes, I remember. Here, could you please have a seat and fill out these forms?"
"That’s it?" I thought to myself. I quickly busied myself with the usual information. . . name, birthdate and such. The last page had a lot of writing on it, which was hard to understand, but part of it said something about. . ."all photographic and printed media in which the employee is portrayed shall remain the property of XTC Agency. . ." , whatever that meant. While I was poring through all this, the receptionist said, "Oh, by the way, we need some sort of legal identification. . . " I handed her my driver’s license. She photocopied it, and gave it back.
"Please wait for a moment while I contact Mr. Steiner," she then told me. I sat on the couch, my nerves getting more tense all the while.
Trying to appear more relaxed, I looked around the room. Large framed photographs were everywhere. Some were of bikini-clad girls at poolside or a beach, others had elegantly (and a bit provocatively) dressed girls in nightclubs and limousines. The receptionist herself looked a bit tarty for an office worker. Her blouse seemed a little too small, and her breasts, though not overly large, were squeezed tightly into it. Her make-up was a bit heavily done too. Whereas I had tried to tone mine down a bit, hers was quite dramatic, dark eyeliner against her reddish hair and lipstick much deeper that what I was wearing.
A few minutes later a man walked into the room and came straight for me. "Sherry?" he said. "I’m Fred Steiner."
"Hello," I replied, shaking a little as I stood up.
"Would you please come to my office? I’d like to get to know you a bit to see if we can work together."
It felt a bit more relaxing to move a little, and I felt a bit calmer as I followed him down a short hallway to his office. It was more sparsely decorated than the front office, and it seemed to double as a studio, for there were cameras and lighting equipment filling one end of the room.
He gestured to a couch across from a desk. I was glad to sit to ease my shaky knees.
"Well Sherry, what would you like to do for us?" he asked pleasantly.
"I don’t really know, but I do want something different, and your ad looked exciting."
"Well, we do a lot of things. You’ll get to know it soon enough, I’m sure," he said. "Why don’t you just stroll around the studio a bit? I’d like to get a good look at your figure, how you move, so we can see what you’d do best here."
So, still shaky at the knees and anxious to look good, I stood up and walked toward the camera equipment. Trying to look like a real model, I put a hand on my hip a bit saucily, turned, and walked back.
"Good, good," he said. "Do that a few more times."
More confident, I did it again, this time putting a bit more energy into my walk, sort of exaggerating my hips.
"Excellent," he announced. "I think we might do a preliminary shoot, to get a better idea. Tomorrow morning, at 10:00?"
"Sure!" I replied, with a forced enthusiasm. This was a bit distressing, but didn’t want him to know how desperate I was. No one knew that I had come to the city, and I hadn’t thought about going back the next day. The busses from home didn’t leave until 11:00, and there was no other way for me to get there.
As I left the building I thought about what I could do. Going home meant never coming back, most likely. If I refused the offer, it might not come back. But, my money was really limited. "I could get a room for the night," I thought, but that was a bit frightening. I had never stayed in a hotel at all, let alone by myself. But, thinking about how my life was going nowhere, I decided to try to stay.
Down the road from the Agency’s building began the run-down end of town. I saw that there were some bargain motels just ahead, and thought "for one night it should be fine. I’ll do it."
The nearest one said "Vacancy, 29.00/night." I had some $50.00 with me, so that could give me enough to stay, get something to eat, and enough for the bus ticket home.
The motel was clearly old, but not filthy. The manager hardly seemed aware of much, simply pushed few forms for me to sign, took my money and handed me a key. The room itself was very simple, a bed, small adjoining bathroom, and television. It smelled of recently-sprayed air freshener.
It was already late in the afternoon, so I went to McDonald’s across the street for some quick dinner, then back to the room for the evening.
The day had been tense, and I wanted a cigarette. But, a notice on the door declared "Non-Smoking Room," so I went outside. It was nearly dark. I lit a cigarette, and strolled across the parking lot.
Excited, scared, and hopeful. Is my life going somewhere finally?
In the midst of these thoughts I was startled by a guy in a car who had just stopped beside me. He motioned for me to get in, and I suddenly realized what he wanted. Shocked, I shook my head "No!" and walked back to the room, tossing my cigarette away.
"You are on the seedy end of town," I reminded myself.
The next morning I got up at 9:00 to get ready. I hadn’t brought much with me, but I had hung up my clothes carefully, and thought I looked quite good when I headed back to the agency just before 10:00. The same tarty receptionist was there, and Fred Steiner greeted me enthusiastically.
"Hey, Sherry! Good to see you!" Then, gesturing to the receptionist, he said, "Sherry’s gonna do a shoot with us today, can you get her ready."
"Sure," she replied. I followed her to what turned out to be a dressing room. "I’m Stephanie," she said. Along one wall were racks of various outfits, most of them revealing and suggestive. She chose for me a short black skirt and a snug deep maroon blouse. Then, she sat me in the make-up chair. She put it on pretty thick. . . "you need this for the camera, it won’t look so intense on film. . . ." She tended to use deeper colors on me, really accenting my eyes. And, she did my lips very carefully, perfectly outlining them and then applying the color with a professional brush. A medium red, tending toward a deeper shade, but it didn’t look slutty. She really did it well, I thought I ended up looking quite elegant.
She then took me to the studio, where Fred awaited. Another man was there. Stephanie then sat at one end of the room, as if she was ready to watch the shoot. Fred directed me to a set, consisting of a couch in an elegantly made-up lounge. "Just sit down, relax, and we’ll take some shots," he told me.
For an hour or so I simply did different poses on that couch, leaning back, taking a drink of champagne, leaning back, looking back over a shoulder, all sorts of poses while the unnamed man took pictures. It was a bit exciting to get all of this attention.
"All right, let’s take a break, and Sherry, we need to discuss some things."
"OK," I replied, feeling more and more confident. The photographer left the room, but Stephanie remained.
"Sherry, we like what we see of you," Fred declared. But, now I think we need to tell you exactly what we do here." I wondered what he meant.
He continued, "Our business tends to be more adult-oriented. That is, we produce special videos and magazines."
A bit alarmed, I asked "Do you mean nude pictures?"
"If you want," Fred replied. "But, there’s a lot more money if you’re willing to do more."
"I’m sorry, I don’t think . . ." but before I could finish, Fred interrupted "Just think on it a bit. Whatever you want is fine. Stephanie, why don’t you spend some time with Sherry to let her know just what she might be able to do for us?"
"Sure thing," Stephanie replied, looking at me sympathetically. She led me to lounge just off the reception area, and began to talk.
"Don’t be shocked," she said. "It’s really not that hard to do, and there’s good money in it."
"You’ve done this?" I asked, looking at her in surprise.
"Sure. It’s not hard. Just wiggle around and moan and nature does the rest."
"I don’t know if I could. . ." I began. . .
"I know you’ll do fine. Just to start, we’ll have you do a simple introductory scene tomorrow. I’ll take about an hour, and it pays $2000.00"
"Two thousand?" I replied, in shock. That much?
"You’re not a virgin, are you?" she asked bluntly.
"No, I’ve done it with a few guys," I replied, not mentioning that they had raped me.
"And you’ve done oral?"
"Yea." I began to think that maybe I could do it, just once. Two thousand dollars. . . I’d never had so much. "Maybe this once. . ."
But problems awaited when I returned to the motel. It turned out that I had stayed past the check-out time, and had been charged for another day. "But I don’t have the money," I pleaded. "Get it soon," the manager insisted. "Or I’ll take it to the police."
Panicked, I didn’t know what to do. Pacing around the parking lot, I was frantic. Then suddenly, I noticed that a guy had pulled his car into the lot, and was waiting, looking at me.
I was so tense that it took a few moments to realize what was happening. . . I remembered that I was on "that" side of town. I don’t remember thinking about anything as I got into the car next to him.
"Hi," he said. "Need a ride?"
"Sure," I replied, my voice quavering a bit. What was I doing? I could still jump out and run, I thought. But, instead, I stayed.
"What’s your name?" he asked.
"Sherry."
"You look nice Sherry," he replied, reaching over and stroking my left leg. My heart skipped a bit with his touch, but I didn’t protest. I just sat there, wondering why I was doing this.
He turned down some back streets to a narrow, isolated alley. He didn’t say much. . . just handed me $60.00 and unzipped his pants. Mind blank, almost as if I was imagining all of this, I leaned over, reached inside his pants, and took him into my mouth.
It seemed to end so quickly. . . within a few moments he was moaning and spurting into my mouth. His cock throbbed a few times, then he stopped. I squeezed the last drops into my mouth and swallowed.
He didn’t speak at all as he drove me back to the motel. Still blank, I just got out, paid the manager, and went to my room.
I passed the rest of that day, and through the night, in a daze of disbelief. Had I actually done that? Why did I feel so little, why wasn’t I just horrified at myself? I had made $60 in only a few minutes, it hardly seemed as if anything had happened at all. With that, I knew that I would return to the agency the next day to do the video.
My knees were shaky as I returned to the XTC modeling agency the next morning. "Good to see you, I hoped you’d be back," Stephanie greeted me.
She took me back to the studio and made me up just as the day before. In a daze, I walked back to the set and sat on the couch. Fred was there with his cameras, and the other guy from yesterday, whose name I didn’t remember. "This is Jim," Fred said.
"Hello," I managed to squeak out.
"It’s real simple Sherry. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. We’ll guide you along with directions. Don’t worry about what you say. . . we dub in the sound later.
"All right," I replied, barely in a whisper.
"Camera on NOW," Fred announced.
As I sat on the couch, Jim walked over to me and pulled me up by the shoulders. My heart raced as he squeezed my breasts and began to unbutton my blouse. I simply looked up to the ceiling and tried not to think about it.
"Good, good Sherry, keep it up," Fred said.
My blouse undone and hanging loosely from my shoulders, Jim kissed my deep red lips, clasping my head in his hands. Then, he began to push my head downwards. I knew what this meant, and I willingly went to my knees. Lipstick a bit smeared, I looked up at him as if I were pleading mercy.
"Excellent Sherry, real sexy. Take off his pants."
Fumbling with trembling hands, I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. With no underwear, his cock spilled out at me.
"Take it in your hands and kiss it," Fred told me.
As I took it I noticed that it wasn’t too hard yet, but as I stroked it and kissed the tip it began to stiffen. Lipstick prints began to spread along the shaft. I then took it into my mouth.
"Good Sherry, but take it out now and then and just lick it. We don’t want it over too soon."
It got harder as I stroked. I went back and forth. . . sucking a while, then stroking, licking, and kissing, then sucking some more. At one point Jim squeezed my breasts together and put his cock between them.
"Good boy Jim, fuck those tits," Fred exclaimed, as Jim’s cock slid in and out between my breasts.
Jim began moaning and breathing harder as I sucked faster and faster. I recognized when he was going to climax, and got ready for the spurts to the back of my mouth. But, instead of doing it in my mouth, at the last moment he pulled it out, and began cumming all over my face. I didn’t expect this.
"Good, good Sherry, let him cum all over your face, open your mouth, let it drip off of your lips," Fred directed me. After several spurts Jim was done, leaving me wet and sticky.
Stephanie ran over to me with a towel, wiping some of the semen off my face. "Let’s get you cleaned up," she said kindly, as she led me to the bathroom. In the mirror I saw lipstick and cum smeared all over my face and mouth. And I didn’t much care.
After a shower I went back to the studio, where Stephanie sat alone. "You did good," she told me. "Like to do another this afternoon?"
"Sure," I replied. Might as well get as much money as I can while I’m here, I thought. I had already prostituted myself for less.
After resting a while had having some lunch, Stephanie took me back to make me up for the next video shoot. This time she put me in a plaid skirt and white blouse, but kept my makeup pretty much the same, with lots of deep red lipstick.
"This afternoon we’d like to do a bit more," she told me. You’re not menstruating now are you?
"No," I replied, knowing that this meant I was going to be fucked.
"Good. We’d like a bit of a schoolgirl look for you, sort of innocent, but with a sexy edge. A guy is going to approach and take advantage of you. We’d like you to resist and protest, but eventually give in to him."
They want me to play at getting raped? I thought. But I figured I’d do it anyway, because I knew it wasn’t going to be real.
Stephanie led me to the set. Fred announced "OK Sherry, we want you to look a little provocative. You look innocent, but you’re really a little tease."
How do I do that, I wondered. Almost reading my thoughts Stephanie came over and gave some advice. "Work on your makeup," she suggested, handing me her cosmetics bag. "Showing off getting while yourself sexy turns guys on, then you can be a little tease by not letting them touch you."
Easy enough, I thought. After Fred announced "Camera running!" I took out a little mirror and began combing my hair. I touched my eyes (it was all the same make-up that Stephanie had used on me earlier), then did a little powder. Then, for the final effect, I put on lots more lipstick, the same deep red that I already had on, but slowly and deliberately, my mouth suggestively open.
"Fantastic, keep it up Sherry," Fred announced with approval. Then Jim entered the set. I stopped for a moment, looked over at him, then went back to my lipstick. He looked for a moment, then sat down next to me. I ignored him and kept adjusting my make-up, wiping away a bit of stray lipstick with a tissue.
Jim put his hand on my knee, and acting reluctant, I stood up and began to walk away. I figured it would go back and like this for a while, let him pursue me, then I’d begin to give in to him, pretending to resist a bit.
Suddenly Jim grabbed my shoulder, turned me around abruptly, and slapped me hard across the face. I fell to the floor, stunned. Instant he jumped on top of me and began tearing at my blouse.
"What are you doing?" I cried, "we’re supposed to be pretending. . . "
"Eeeai," I cried as another slap hit me. God no, this is real, he’s making it a rough as possible. I’m not giving in this time, I thought. I began flailing my arms at him, scratching at his face. . .
"Aieeee!" Another slap hit me. I stopped for a moment, then continued to thrash around.
Suddenly someone grabbed my arms and held them down over my head. "NOO! Stop it, please stop, I’m not pretending, I don’t want to do this, no no nohuhuh. . . "
As I was helplessly pinned down, Jim lost no time tearing my blouse away and began abusing my breasts, pulling, squeezing, pinching the nipples. "Owoo, no, you’re hurting me. . . " SWAK! another slap hit my face, harder than ever.
Crying, begging, pleading, I lay helpless as Jim pulled off my skirt. He then dropped his pants and straddled me across my chest, forcing his penis into my mouth. He held my head tightly between his knees as he rammed it between my lips, smearing that deep red lipstick all over it.
"BBMNMNHHMNO" I tried to yell, but was gagged by his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. I felt him getting bigger and harder as he forced me to suck him. Once he was fully erect he pulled out and got off of my chest.
I knew what he was going to do next, and I wasn’t going to give in easily. I tightly wrapped my feet around each other to keep my legs together. "Spread your legs bitch!" he yelled, but I refused. I’m tired of getting raped, I’m not giving in.
To no avail. Strong arms grabbed me by the ankles and forcibly spread my legs. My arms and legs tightly held, Jim them knelt between my knees, placed his cock against my labia, and with one heave, shoved his entire penis into my vagina.
"EEEAHHHENOO, STOP IT STOP PLEASE STOP!!" I screamed as he rammed into me, thrusting so hard that I could barely breathe.
"Ooo yea, you’re a sexy little cunt," he moaned while fucking me.
I couldn’t do anything but cry. The pain of that huge cock jamming into me was made all the worse by having it done before an audience. I looked over at Stephanie, she just smiled lightly and said "oh, you’ll get used to it, they’ve done it to me!"
From there I just lay there crying and whimpering as Jim kept raping me. Fuck me harder, cum all over my face, I don’t care, just get it done. . .
Suddenly he stopped and withdrew. Was he finished? But no, they just wanted to change position. Jim lay on his back, and still gripping my arms and legs, they lowered me on top of him, and pulled me down so his cock was shoved back into my vagina. "EEaie!" I squeaked as it penetrated me. I was now on top, but still getting raped.
Then they pulled my arms behind my back and tied my hands together. Holding me by the shoulders, they bounced me up and down on his cock.
"Eee! Uhh! Huhh! Owoo" I cried, tears pouring down my face.
After raping me like this for a while, one of the guys who had been holding my hands stood in front of me began to remove his pants. No, not all at once. . .
He grabbed me by the hair with one hand, and used his other hand to push his cock into my mouth. Teeth clenched, I refused to let it past my lips.
"Owwoo!" A slap hit my face.
"OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" Another slap hit me, but I still refused.
"Stupid cunt!" he yelled as he started hitting me over and over, several times. I weakened, began to feel faint, and as my mouth fell open I felt his cock shoving past my lips and deep into my mouth.
For a while they bounced me up and down on Jim’s cock, my cries muffled by another cock shoved in my mouth. My face was wet with tears, and I saw them smearing with the lipstick on the cock I was sucking. This can’t go on much longer, I thought.
A few minutes of this and they changed position again. Pushing on my shoulders, they pressed my chest down on top of Jim’s, his cock still crammed into my vagina, and my lips still wrapped around the other guy’s cock. They then pushed me back and forth for a while, raping me two different ways at the same time.
Each bounce on Jim’s cock sent a stabbing pain through my vagina. As bad as this was, my heart froze when I felt someone spreading my buttocks. Terrified, I began to thrash around, but was pressed down tightly onto Jim, and my hands were tied.
"Noo, please don’t, god not this not there," I tried to scream, but my mouth was gagged with that cock sliding in and out, which now probably had more lipstick on it that my lips. Horror spread through my chest as strong hands forced my buttocks apart, and something began pressing against my anus.
"MMMNONGGMNO!" I tried to scream, but it gradually forced its way into my anus, stabbing into my rectum as it felt like I was going to split open.
I was still being bounced up and down, but now with yet another cock shoved into me. I cried desperately but little sound made it out of my mouth, as I was being raped three different ways at the same time. I felt faint but was held tight as they bounced me up and down, else I would have fallen over. The pain spread through my entire pelvis. This anal rape was much worse that before. Because I already had a cock shoved in my vagina, there just wasn’t much room left.
Finally the guy in my anus pulled out, the one forcing me to suck him stepped back, and they threw me down onto the floor. Then, all three standing over me, they put their cocks into my face and spewed all over it. My entire face was covered, over my eyes, on my lips, down my neck onto my breasts. Over and over they spurted their semen on my face, and when the last man had finished, he reached down and forced my lips apart, so that some of it dripped into my mouth.
For a while I remained on the floor crying, when Stephanie came to me with a towel. "Good job!" she exclaimed. "You really made it look like they had to force you!"
Would anyone believe me? I had already done a sexy photo shoot, prostituted myself on the street, and done an oral scene on video. Would anyone now listen if I said I really had been raped on camera?
Author of this amazing rape story is Selwyn.
