{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"f8dcb2ec-7e37-4aad-afc5-25d1919ade15","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-10-02T01:34:55.749Z","title":"The Dome","slug":"the-dome","shortId":"jeptrlRL","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Four teenage boys get a very special invitation to a very special club, where they find four girls in exactly the place they want them.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"871a57c2-6dcf-4d75-a0f8-b5ec685c4094","title":null,"summary":"The DomeBy Sanderson123Part 1: The BoysThere were four of us - Bill,\nTimothy, Harlan, and myself.&nb","wordCount":5116,"readTime":26,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The Dome

By Sanderson123

Part 1: The Boys

There were four of us - Bill,\nTimothy, Harlan, and myself. I suppose\nwe’d always been interested in those sorts of things, ever since we were kids,\nbut we kept it within fantasy. Private fantasies\nbetween ourselves, of course: I don’t suppose most people could have guessed\nwhat we were imagining in our heads, what we were laughing with each other\nover, what we were egging on each other to escalate as we constructed our\nstories. And as we got older, the\nstories got more and more graphic - I guess puberty makes people realize\npossibilities. But we hadn’t realized\njust how perfect the possibilities were.

Now, Harlan had an uncle - the\nblack sheep of the family, you might call him, but he kept an eye on\nHarlan. And somehow along the line he\nworked out where we were coming from, and started making suggestions to Harlan\nto pass onto us. You know the sort of\nthing, extra elements to add to a scenario that would make it all the more\nperfect. And Harlan liked it, and we\nliked it, and Harlan went back for more. \nHis uncle had a club - a seedy, members only sort of club; and Harlan\nused to go along there and stay a night or two, and then come back to us with\nmore ideas.

Anyway, we turned 18 - Bill was\nthe last of us to do so. So we were\ntrying to set up something for his birthday, when suddenly Harlan came up with\na new idea.

“Hey, you know my uncle’s\nclub? He’s having a new event on\nThursday night. Private, invited guests\nonly. And he says we can have first try\nbefore anyone else.”

Well, once he said that, it was\nobvious. What 18-year old boy wouldn’t\nwant to try out a private sex joint? And\nthis was clearly something special.

So on Thursday night we\nassembled round the back of Harlan’s uncle’s club. His uncle met us with a smile, ushered us\nthrough a service entrance and down several flights of stairs, and finally\npaused before a metal door.

“In here, boys. Have fun! \nJust remember, you’ve got two hours”.

We went into the room - and\nstopped. We looked, our mouths gaping.

In the center of the room was a\nlarge metal dome rising about seven feet from the floor. Emerging from the dome, like spokes from a\nwheel, at each of the four points of the compass, was a carpeted platform about\nthree feet above the ground. And on each\nplatform, lying flat on her back, was a girl. \nOr rather, part of a girl. The\nwhole of her body was there right up to her breasts, but across her armpits and\ncollarbone was the wall of the dome, fitted with perfect tightness to her\nform. Her shoulders, arms and head were\nall hidden inside.

We stared and walked around in\nfascination, not daring even to touch. \nEach girl was fully clothed and completely unrestrained - apart, of\ncourse, from the severe restraint of having the upper part of her torso fixed\nin the dome, and the perhaps even severer restraint - who knows? - of not being\nable to reach with her arms to touch any part of her body below.

The first girl was quite short,\nthough slim, and wore black knee-high heeled boots over tight-fitting black\njeans; on top she had on a simple red blouse with ruffles over her bosom. Her breasts were large, and even with her\nlying on her back they swelled and pressed against her clothes.

The second girl was a little\ntaller, and was wearing a purple Lycra bodystocking, which clung tight to her\nwhole body. She had white running shoes\non her feet.

The third girl was the smallest\nand slenderest of all. She wore a white\nprint dress below the knee spotted with strawberries, fine white hose, and\nwhite flat ballet pumps. Her breasts\nwere barely visible as a rise beneath the dress.

And as for the fourth, she was\nclearly out looking for a good time. \nTall and slender, with a short and tight black mini-dress, a low-cut\nbosom through which the top of her breasts bulged. Elegant, shapely, lightly tanned legs; no\nhose, but black strappy 4 inch spike-heeled sandals completed the ensemble.

“Well, Bill,” said Harlan. “Happy birthday!”

Bill was still staring.

So aren’t you going to get on\nwith it?”

That broke Bill out of his\nparalysis. He took hold of the nearest\ngirl, the one with boots and jeans, and started to pull on the first boot. At\nthat the girl seemed to wake up, and started to kick violently; but Timothy and\nI leapt in to give him a hand, and it was easy to grab her legs and press them\ndown while Bill eased off the boots. \nThen he turned his attention to the jeans, engendering even more\nstruggles in the girl, but he forced them down and off her legs, exposing her\nred panties, which had ridden down with the jeans. They too came off. Then he turned to Harlan.

“What about her top - how do we\ndo that?”

“Use these” - and from a\ncupboard on a side wall Harlan produced a large and sharp pair of\nscissors. They made short work of the\nblouse, leaving just a ragged rim at the top where the girl’s body entered the\ndome; her red bra followed, and her breasts sprung out. And at last she lay there, panting and naked.

I could see the genius of the\nsystem. The girl could move, struggle\nand kick to her heart’s content, but she couldn’t turn her body or cover\nherself with her arms. She was totally\nexposed. As the last piece of clothing\nwas removed, she subsided, and lay there naked, with her splendid bosom rising\nand falling in an exhausted pant. She\nturned out to be Indian - her skin had that sort of dusky darkness to it.

One thing puzzled me.

“Harlan, how come she didn’t\nmake any noise? Is she gagged?”

“No - or at least, I don’t think\nso. The dome is completely soundproofed,\neven at the point around their bodies. \nThey can’t hear us, and we can’t hear them.”

We turned our attention to the\ngirl in Lycra. That was an easier\ntask. Timothy and I held her ankles\ntight, Harlan and Bill removed the running shoes quickly, then started to work\nwith the scissors. After the initial\ncut, the Lycra ripped apart. Her sports bra and panties followed, revealing a\nwell-toned muscular body and a bush of dark brown hair.

Now the girl in the print\ndress. She too kicked and struggled, but\nto no avail. We didn’t even bother with\nscissors, but took hold of the light dress and ripped it from her body. Her bra - padded, it turned out - went next;\nthen her shoes, hose and panties. She\nlooked almost boyish as she lay there, apart from the swelling of her nipples,\nher pinched waist, and of course her cunt clearly visible through its topping\nof blonde hair.

Finally the girl in the sexy\ndress. We took that one slowly: a nick\nup the side of the skirt, a slow rip apart. \nShe turned out not to be wearing a bra at all, but really, her breasts\nwere so firm that she didn’t need one. \nHer panties were nothing - just a tiny thong of sheer black cloth barely\ncovering a neatly trimmed black beaver, with only a thin strap behind. A couple of little snips, and they really\nwere nothing. We left her sexy\nspiked-heeled sandals on her - they looked good, and weren’t going to get in\nthe way of anything that mattered. We\nthrew everything else aside, then stepped back and admired our work.

“Four girls,” Harlan said. “And four of us. Bill, you get first choice.”

Bill surprised me by choosing\nMiss India - I had thought he’d go for Miss High Heels, but maybe he had a\nthing for dark skin, or maybe it was the tits that drew him on. He barely gave himself time to pull down his\npants, then leapt on her and started plunging away. She kicked and bucked, but he was on top of\nher and thrust himself in. In and out,\nin and out, with those dark legs kicking either side of him trying in vain to\npush him off. After no very long time he\nquivered, thrust, and then withdrew with a satisfied sigh.

“OK, Timothy, you next,” said\nHarlan. “You get Miss Brunette here”\nindicating the girl with the athletic body and the heavy bush.

If Timothy was disappointed to\nhave his choice taken away from him, he didn’t show it. He set to work eagerly. But unlike Miss India, Miss Brunette didn’t\nkick and struggle. In fact, she didn’t move\nat all. After a couple of minutes\nTimothy pulled off her in annoyance.

“She’s just lying there as if\nshe were dead. That’s no fun”.

Harlan laughed.

“Someone always tries that\ntrick. Here: let me handle it.”

He reached into the cupboard,\nand pulled out a pair of thin surgical gloves, a vibrator, a roll of Duck tape\nand a small pot of something or other. \nHe pulled on the gloves, and switched on the vibrator. We assumed that he was going to shove it up\nher vagina, but to our surprise (and irritation) he instead started playing\ngently around the top of her slit. The\ngirl twisted slightly, but didn’t seem to want to get away: if anything she\nseemed to like it. Why would he want her\nto have any pleasure?

Harlan saw our puzzled\nfaces. “Just coaxing her little\nlove-button out of its hiding-place.”

At that point he dropped the\nvibrator and caught the base of her clitoris hard between his thumb and\nforefinger, squeezing tight so as not to let it go. She bucked at the sudden shock and pain. With\nhis other gloved hand, he reached into the pot, scooped out some red paste, and\nsmeared it onto the clitoris. He then\nripped off a piece of tape and stuck it hard to Miss Brunette’s sensitive\nlittle organ, covering it up. A couple\nof other pieces of tape attached it to her extensive pubic hair and ensured\nnothing was exposed. Then he let go,\nstood back, and waited.

Miss Brunette fell back. For a couple of minutes she lay quietly, and\nthen her hips began to writhe. The\nwrithing turned into a bucking, the bucking into a kicking, as she tried to get\nsome purchase to lift herself away from the terrible heat. Finally she went wild, her torso and legs\nflopping and beating. Harlan turned\naway, pulling off the gloves.

“She’s all yours, Tim. Just make sure you don’t dislodge any of the\ntape - I wouldn’t want that chili paste to go on anything that matters.”

Timothy needed no further\nprompting. He plunged into Miss Brunette\nas her legs and body hammered and shook underneath him - and if the shaking and\nhammering had little to do with his raping her, that didn’t bother him one bit. At the height of pleasure he thrust hard into\nher, held his position, and then pulled back. \nThe girl carried on with her dance of agony as if nothing had changed -\nwhich for her, perhaps it hardly had.

Two girls left, two of us. I knew which one I wanted.

“Harlan, how would it be if I\ntook care of Miss High Heels?”

And to my delight, he\nagreed. “Be my guest.”

I started laying into that\namazing body. She struggled a bit, but\nnot as much as she could have done, which surprised and annoyed me. Did she actually want this? And then I realised. She’d rather lay there than fight - but she\nknew she had to put on a show of resistance. \nShe knew what we’d done to Miss Brunette!

Somehow that annoyed me even\nmore. These girls weren’t supposed to be\nsecond-guessing us and comparing notes. \nI pulled out in anger: there had to be some appropriate way of getting\nback at her. Harlan came over to me.

“What’s the problem?”

“You know, what I’d really like\nto do is fuck her in the ass”. But how\ncan I - I can’t roll her over?”

“Nothing easier: just watch and\nlearn.”

He walked over to Miss High\nHeels, and took hold of one of her ankles in both hands. He forced it upwards, as her other leg kicked\nat him vainly to try to make him let go. \nHe readily evaded the kicks - and now I saw that above each girl, hanging\nfrom the dome, was a pair of shackles. \nHarlan locked the ankle in, with the elegant spike heel sticking\nstraight up in the air. Her other leg\nwas dangling, and he had no trouble taking hold of it and locking it into the\nother shackle. Miss High Heels now lay\nwith only her upper back on the platform, the rest of her body and legs curved\nupwards to the shackles above. They were\nfar enough apart to ensure that the legs were conveniently spread, and her cunt\nquivered in front of me, the inner lips clearly visible. I stroked it thoughtfully, but I had my eyes\non higher things.

Harlan pressed into my hand a\nsmall tube of lubricant. I smeared it\non, kneeled behind her on the platform, and then spread her cheeks, found my\nmark, and thrust in. Hard. Oh my god, she was SO tight. Definitely a virgin there. This was WONDERFUL. And no worry about her being too passive\nnow. Granted she was tied, and couldn’t\nmove far, but the instant I went in, she started shaking, pushing, straining,\ntrying to lean back against the wall, to lean forward - anything, in fact, that\nwould get me out. I pushed her forward\nharder, then pulled back (though staying well inside her), then in, then out,\nin, out, in out in out in out. And every\nin and every out was met with more pushing and pulling from her body. Her legs shook and trembled in front of my\neyes, though the shackles held them firm. \nI spun it out as long as I could, until I could wait no longer, and with\none final deep thrust in, I let myself go right inside her for the longest and\nsweetest orgasm ever. I held it there\nuntil the final throbs subsided, then pulled out.

I unshackled her legs, and they\ncollapsed back down. She curled up, her\nbody convulsing in what appeared to be sobbing in front of me.

“So now, that leaves Miss Blonde\nfor me”, said Harlan.

Miss Blonde, for all her slight\nbuild, turned out to be the biggest fighter of them all. She squeezed her legs tight together, she\ntwisted her body from side to side to avoid his grasp. Harlan had real trouble pinning her down, but\neventually he managed to get a purchase between her legs; he grasped her\ncrotch, placed his knees between hers, and slowly forced them apart. He then leaned forwards; she bent her legs to\ntry to push him away, but to no avail. \nHe found the spot, and pushed slowly in. \nAnd then, before reaching full penetration, he stopped.

“Yup. A virgin, just like they said.”

And then he thrust hard, and she\nwasn’t a virgin any longer. She bucked\nat the thrust, and then kicked and writhed under his crushing weight as he\naccelerated his pace. At last he pushed\nin deep and hard, shouted “Oh YES”, and then withdrew. His prick was covered with blood.

All of us had shot our load, and\nwe still had nearly an hour left on our time. \nTimothy suggested starting right at them again, but Harlan vetoed it.

“Time enough for that,\nboys. Let’s have some other sorts of fun\nwith them while we get our strength back.”

“What other fun?”

“I’ll show you. First, let’s get Miss Brunette going again.”

Miss Brunette had indeed quieted\ndown; it seemed as if the chili paste might be starting to wear off. Harlan took hold of the tape covering her\nclitoris, and with one mighty rip pulled it off. Several chunks of pubic hair came out with\nit, as her butt leapt up from the platform The clitoris stood out red. Harlan put on the surgical gloves again, and\nreapplied the chili, this time smearing it over the bare patches where the hair\nhad been pulled out. Then he covered the\nwhole area again with tape.

We didn’t have to wait so long\nfor a reaction this time. Almost as soon\nas the chili touched her already hypersensitive skin, she was off again with\nher dance.

“OK, now for something\ncompletely different. Which of them do\nyou reckon has the best tits?”

There was really no competition\nhere. Miss High Heels’s tits were good,\nbut Miss India’s were great. Firm,\nperfectly shaped, perfect nipples, and nice and substantial.

Harlan reached back into his\nmagic cupboard, and pulled out a bra. \nWell, it was shaped like a bra with a front clasp. But it was made of small overlapping metal\nplates, like large chain mail or armor. And inside each plate was a series of small sharp studs. He threaded the back portions under Miss\nIndia’s body, and then fitted it over her breasts and fastened it in front.

“OK, Bill, she’s yours. All you have to do is squeeze.”

And Bill suddenly got the\nidea. He took hold in each hand of the\nbra from the outside, and crushed it tight. \nI never thought I’d see a body shake and shudder as Miss India’s did, as\nher legs flew into a series of useless kicking. \nThe metal plates and studs dug into her sensitive tits, and as Bill\nslowly kneaded them, they matched her shape. \nThe plates moved the studs across, punishing every point of the\nbreasts. Every big-titted girl should be\nmade to wear a bra like that.

While Bill was having his fun,\nHarlan meanwhile moved back round to Miss Blonde.

“Help me pin her down,\nboys. We can’t afford to have her\nkicking us in the next bit - and my god, will she kick.”

As well as the shackles above\nher head, there were, I noticed, adjustable shackles on each side of the\nplatform. Timothy and I pulled her legs\ninto them, fixing them nice and wide.

In the corner of the room was\nsomething covered with a cloth. If I’d\nthought about it at all, I’d have assumed it was a table, though it was a bit\nhigh. Harlan wheeled it over, and\nwhipped off the cloth, revealing the largest piece of equipment I’d seen\nyet. It looked like a generator of some\nsort; and out of it came a number of probes attached to long wires. He took one, and without any preamble shoved\nit right into Miss Blonde’s bloodied cunt. \nA piece of tape around her thigh ensured there was no chance she would\nexpel it.

“OK, Timothy, this is your\nmoment. Press switch no. 1.”

Timothy did so, there was a hum\nand a spark from the probe - and Miss Blonde’s body tried to leap into the air,\nbut of course her legs were held fast. \nBut to one side of the dome we heard a hammering and battering. We walked round, and saw Miss High Heels’s\nbody shaking, and her delectable legs pounding away in utter desperation. Harlan laughed.

“Isn’t that sweet. The bitches were holding hands.”

“What do you mean?”

“Direct current, you see. From the generator. If you touch someone with direct current\nrunning through them, you get the current into you, and you can’t let go.”

Timothy turned the current off,\nand Miss Blonde and Miss High Heels both collapsed back. He hit the current again, and this time it\nwas Miss Blonde alone who was shaking. Miss\nHigh Heels had presumably taken the opportunity to let go.

“How about we give all of them\nthe same dose?”

Four sets of legs were easily\nfixed into the shackles, four probes found their spot in four cunts. And four girls all rose into the air in\nagonised union as the current was let loose on them. We played for a few minutes, and then looked\nat each other.

“Just time for one more round.”

We undid the shackles, and\nswapped girls for the finale. Bill took\nMiss Blonde, Timothy got Miss High Heels, Harlan was with Miss Brunette. And I had Miss India.

The electricity seemed to have\ntightened up their cunts just nicely. We\nall pushed in together, and felt the struggle of resistance beneath us. We all\nrutted away as if our lives depended on it, and one by one let ourselves go\ninto them. I was the last - perhaps\nbecause, all the while I was on top of Miss India, I was squeezing and kneading\nthat wonderful bra over her breasts, and feeling her cunt convulse and tighten\naround me with each squeeze.

Then there was a knock on the\ndoor.

“Five minutes, gentlemen!”

“Time to tidy up” said Harlan.

He put all the equipment away,\nhe tore out the tape from Miss Brunette (another leap of pain). And finally, and not without regret, I\nremoved Miss India’s bra, admiring the mass of bruising and bleeding punctures\nbeneath.

We opened the door and walked\nout. We saw the next group already\nwaiting for their turn: a massive, gorilla-like pair covered with tattoes,\nstuds, and leather.

“What happens to them now?” I\nasked Harlan.

“The room has 12 2-hour sessions\nbooked. Those girls are going to have\nquite a 24 hours.”

“And then?”

“To be honest, I don’t\nknow. He gets rid of them somehow. Kills them, perhaps, or maybe he sells them\nto slavery in some other part of the world. \nBut my guess is that they don’t look all that good after 24 hours: I\ndon’t know if he’d ever get a sale. More\nlikely they’re killed. After all, he’s\nbeen doing this for years. Have you ever\nheard of any girls who’ve come out describing something like this happening to\nthem?”

I had to admit that I\nhadn’t. I still haven’t.

Part 2: The Girls

Darkness. Utter, total darkness.

“Is anyone there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Oh, thank god. Can you help me out - I’ve got something\npressing down on my body and I can’t move.”

“Nor can I - it’s exactly the\nsame for me.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. I was leaving a club with a guy I’d met\nthere, and suddenly everything went black”.

“It was the same for me - I was\ncoming out of my college dorm. Oh god.”

“Who are you?”

“Is that someone else?”

“And me.”

“How many of us are there?”

“I can’t tell. There’s you and\nme.”

“And me.”

“That makes four. Anyone else?”

Silence.

“So where are we?”

“Could we have been in an\naccident? A building collapsing,\nsomething like that? Could we be under\nit?”

“I don’t know, but I wasn’t in a\nbuilding. I was running in the park, I\nbrushed by someone, tripped, and here I am.”

And at that point, the lights\ncame on, and the four girls looked at each other, and at their predicament.

They were inside a dome, each\nlying on their backs, one at each of the four points of the compass. Their head, shoulders and arms all were\nvisible and free to move. They could turn\nand see each other, but the rest of their body was invisible to them, stuck\nthrough the walls of the dome. The\ninterior of dome was thickly padded, and at the point where their heads and\nshoulders emerged, a gelatinous plastic held them tight, moulded exactly to\ntheir shape.

“I can’t even get my fingers\nunder it,” one added. “My name’s\nJessica, by the way.”

The one who had just spoken was\na brunette, her medium length hair tied back in a sweatband.

“I’m Rahila.” Rahila was Pakistani, with soft, brown eyes\nand long, black hair caught in a ponytail.

“I’m Samantha”. She was the youngest: a thin short-haired\nblonde, probably 18 or 19 years old.

“And I’m Laura.” Laura was the oldest of the four, perhaps 25\nyears old. She had dark, shoulder-length\nhair, and was beautifully made-up, with diamond earrings dangling from her\nearlobes, and finely manicured nails.

“So what’s happened?” Jessica\nasked. “Can you move your legs?”

They all nodded: it had been the\nfirst thing they’d tried on waking up. \nThey could move them, and twist their lower body, but they couldn’t get\nany purchase to move their upper back from the point where the wall of the dome\nwas pinning them down.

“OK,” said Laura. The thing we need to do is stay calm. It looks like someone has abducted us or\nsomething - it’s not normal, anyway. But\nthere are four of us: if we work together we can figure a way ...”

“AAAAAH”. Rahila suddenly burst out in a shocked\nshriek. “There’s someone out there!!!”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re pulling on my\nboots. Oh god - they’re holding me down\n- get OFFF - they’re taking my boots - oh god oh god they’re pulling down my\njeans. NO NO NO STOP”.

She started hammering with her\nhands on the padded surface of the dome, without even making an audible thud\ninside, let alone outside.

“STOPPP STOPPP not the BRA no,\nno. OHHHH. What are you DOING, what are you going to\ndo?”

Then suddenly Jessica felt her\nown legs held down, and a blade ripping through her bodysuit and\nunderwear. She hardly even had time to\nstruggle before she felt the coolness of the room outside the dome across her\nbody. Then it was Samantha’s turn to\nscream out and struggle, as she felt her dress being taken and ripped apart,\nfollowed by her bra, shoes, hose and panties. \nLaura followed: her ankles were held tight, and she gritted her teeth as\nshe realised that her dress was being slowly torn from her. At last they let go, leaving the four now\nnaked girls terrified and trembling, desperate in fear as to what was going to\nhappen to them next.

“NOOOOOO. HELPPP!!! RAPE, he’s RAPING me!!! AEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Once again it was Rahila who had\nthe misfortune to be the first to attract their kidnappers’ attention. Her body was crushed by her invisible\nassailant, and she felt him force himself into her with virtually no preamble. She screeched and cried, pushed at the dome\nwith her hands, kicked and fought with her legs below, but all to no avail.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEE!!! NOOOOO!!!!! \nSTOP oh STOP oh STOP oh HEEELLLP ME!! Oh, OHHH, oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

And she felt the rapist thrust\nin for one mighty final blow, she felt his sperm course inside her womb, and\nfinally he pulled out of her and off her. \nShe lay crying uncontrollably, as the other girls turned their heads and\nlooked on in horror, not knowing what they could do, not knowing what would happen\nto them next.

Jessica was the first to\nspeak. Her voice was quivering in fear,\nbut defiant.

“Fuck them. FUCK them. \nIf they come for me, I’m not going to fight, I’m just going to lie here\nlike a lump of dead meat. If they’re\ntwisted enough to want to fuck a lump of dead meat, then that’s their problem.”

She almost immediately had a\nchance to put this theory into practice. \nShe felt a penis force its way into her, and she simply lay and let it\nhappen. She was dry, and it was painful,\nbut she would rather take the pain than give them the pleasure of her pointless\nstruggles.

Samantha and Laura watched her\ngrit her teeth silently (Rahila was still too caught up in her own recent rape\nto pay any attention). They saw her\nrelax, as the penis withdrew unfulfilled from her. She smiled, and breathed a relieved sigh.

Then her expression became\npuzzled. She shivered slightly, and\nstarted to breathe more quickly, but didn’t seem to be in pain. But in an instant that all changed. She shrieked in pain, and jerked her head and\nhands forwards against the dome. She\nheld that position for a few seconds, then flopped back. She then lay there. Nothing happened. And then she started wriggling her shoulders\nin increasing panic. The panic got worse\nand worse. And then she opened her mouth\nin a scream”

“It’s BURNING ME!!!! GOD!!! I\nCAN”T STAND IT!!! NO!!!! NO!!!! AH AH AH\nAH AH AH AH AH AH AH AAH AH AAAAH AH AAHHHHHH!!!”

She shook her head from side to\nside in desperation. The other girls\ncouldn’t tell what had happened, but it was clearly horrible. Jessica’s screams continued to echo around\nthe interior of the dome, as Samantha covered her ears and cowered in\nfear. The screaming went on and on. Jessica hammered with her hands uselessly\nagainst the padded dome, she rocked her head back and forward, but nothing\nstopped the agony. Only as her voice\nbegan to crack through sheer hoarseness did her screaming die down, but she\ncarried on clutching and clasping the empty air.

Almost immediately it was\nLaura’s turn. She too had no particular\ninclination to give her rapists the pleasure of her struggles, but she had seen\nall too keenly what Jessica had suffered as a result of remaining passive. So when she felt the penetration begin, she\nkicked and shook her legs, just enough to convince them that she was genuinely\nstruggling. And then she felt the penis\nunexpectedly withdraw.

Samantha twisted her head round\nto see what was happening. Laura lay\nthere, her magnificent hair framing her beautiful face. And then she grunted, and her shoulders\nseemed to be forced backwards onto the bench, as if someone outside was lifting\nthe lower part of her body. A minute\npassed, and Laura’s mouth suddenly opened wide as if to scream, but all that\nemerged was a keen wail of anguish, as she shook her head and arms\nhopelessly. And the wail turned into a\npained grunt - a series of grunts, as if something was repeatedly striking her\nfrom outside. Her whole body seemed to\nbe shaking.

“Laura! What’s wrong? \nWhat’s happening?”

Laura didn’t answer, but\nSamantha saw her teeth grit, as if she were trying not to burst out into a\nshriek, and her eyes filled with tears. \nHer shoulders continued to shake for several minutes, until at last the\ntension seemed to ease. Her arms ceased\nto stiffen, and she simply lay there sobbing. \nSamantha heard her whispering between the sobs.

“BASTARDS. Oh my god. \nThat perverted bastard. How could he. \nOh god, oh god, oh god”.

There was no doubt who would be\nnext. Samantha started to panic. The instant she felt the first touch, she\nshrieked out, bucked and struggled with all her might, anything at all in a\ndesperate last-ditch attempt to protect her virginity. She squeezed her legs tight together, she\ntwisted her body from side to side to avoid the rapist’s grasp. But he eventually got hold of her, forced her\nlegs apart, slowly broke through her virginity, as Samantha screamed in pain,\nhumiliation, fear, and sorrow. It hurt\nso much - it was far worse than anything she had ever imagined. At last it ended, and she, like the other\nthree, lay there crying.

Jessica was the next to have her\nsuffering renewed. The burning on her\nbody had subsided, and her hoarse screams had long since died down. But she shrieked out again, as she felt a\nsudden agonizing ripping at her pubic hair and genitals; she shrieked even\nlouder as the burning resumed on her raw flesh.

There was a pause of a couple of\nminutes that seemed like hours, as the other three girls once again listened in\nhorror to Jessica’s cries. Then Rahila\nburst into a scream.

“No, NOOOO - NOT my\nbreasts. Oh no, NOOOO, NOOO, it’s\nHURTING SO MUCH. Stop, PLEASE don’t,\nPLLLEEEEASSEEE AHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

While Rahila’s screaming\ncontinued, Samantha suddenly cried out.

“They’re tying my legggssss\ndooooownnnn. I can’t stand it, I can’t\nTAKE it any more, WHY why WHY ohh why.”

Laura reached out and took her\nhand.

“I don’t know why, but we’ve got\nto stand it - we’re going to come out of this, I promise YOOOUUUUUUUUAAAAHHH.”

And she broke off in as the\nelectricity coursed through Samantha’s body and into hers. Both girls stiffened, shook and shrieked out,\nbut they couldn’t let go. Laura had\nnever felt anything like this, she hardly knew such pain was possible. At last the connection broke, and she tore\nher hand away, nursing it with sobs. She\nbarely paid any attention as Samantha almost immediately started shrieking once\nagain.

Each of the four girls was now\nlost in a world of private agony. \nJessica, Rahila, and Laura each felt her legs pulled apart and tied down\njust as Samantha’s had been, leaving them wide open and vulnerable. Each of them felt the electrode sliding into\nher vagina. And each experienced the\nmost horrific moment of her entire life, as the electricity burned into the\nmost sensitive part of her womanly being. \nAnd again. And again. The inside of the dome echoed with screams.

And now the electrodes were\nbeing removed, only to be replaced by the thrusting hardness of four\npenises. And if the simple fact of being\nraped was not enough, the grinding against their already sensitive insides\nrapidly mounted into an agony all of its very own. Rahila had the worst of it: her shrieks rose\nhigher and higher as her assailant combined the rape with renewed attention to\nher breasts: it felt as if every inch of them was being assaulted at once.

At last it ended. The lights inside the dome went off, leaving\nthe four girls in utter darkness. It was over at last. They could barely speak:\nthe only sound was of each of them quietly sobbing her personal pain.

And then the lights came on\nagain.

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THE END

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