Slumber Part Nightmare, part 1 Jennifer Hegelion called up Marcy Baccat at five o'clock. When Marcy picked up, the teenage blond bombshell said, "hey, my parents are gone for the weekend. Wanna come over? I'm having a slumber party?" Marcy, 5'5", raven-haired and eyed, thought about it. She was supposed to help her younger brother with his homework..."Sure!" She said. So too did Angelica, an almost white-haired blond with a slim but bounteous figure, Molly, the youngest of the group at 15, and Stacey, a long-haired brunette with a plain face covered up by glasses. Marcy and angelica arrived at 7:00, with the other too girls arriving a little after 7:30. For a while, they watched TV -- 90210 and Melrose Place. Then they ordered and pizza and took the car out to rent a movie. They decided to watch "fatal instinct" and "indecent proposal." By the time they got back from the MovieMaster, the pizza delivery boy was already there. The girls giggled and paid for the pizza. The boy waited to be tipped, but was blown off by the girls. Stalking away, he vowed revenge... The girls ate their pizza and made some popcorn. They were half-way through "indecent proposal" when molly had to use the bathroom. Jennifer's house was big, but old. The only bathroom was on the second floor. Molly stood up, pushing her curly blond hair out of the way, and went to the bathroom. She was only 15, so she still had some baby-fat on her; not what one might call attractive, but cute in a young girl sort of way. However, her breasts had started swelling recently and they pressed against her white T-shirt. She went into the bathroom door and closed and locked it. The shower- curtain was closed, but she mistook the heavy breathing behind it for the wind. Young molly lifted up the toilet lid, and unzipped her jeans. She pushed her plain white panties around her ankles and squatted over the toilet. She put her head down, and her hair hung over her eyes. Urine started pissing into the toilet, and the shower curtain was flung open. A horrible, naked, masked figure leaped out. Molly threw her head up, but a fat hand muffled her mouth. The man's other hand yanked her up by her hair, and shoved her roughly against the opposite wall. Molly was still pissing uncontrollably, and the hot urine ran down the insides of her legs. The fat man pressed her up against the wall with his body, keeping one hand over her mouth. She could feel his erection swell against her young body. For molly, who'd only ever reached first base with a boy, it was a horrible sensation. She could hear the man's ragged breathing, but couldn't feel his breath, as he towered more than a foot over her. The man's other hand reached down and began roughly squeezing molly's ass-cheeks. Fat fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, and worse yet, her tight anus. She gasped as the man inserted another finger up her asshole, and began twisting them wickedly around. She squirmed and bucked against this unthinkable rape, but she only heard the man giggle and say, as much to himself as to her, "so you don't like things in your shit-hole, do you, fucking little girl." He sneered behind his mask and shoved a third finger into her ass, and started humping her hole with them roughly and cruelly. Sweet young molly squirmed. She tried to scream or beg, but the mans hand was held tight against her mouth. She smelled cigar smoke on his fingers. Then the man holding her did something even more awful. He knelt down, and his huge penis slid down her back. He removed his fingers from her aching anus, and molly in her naiveté thought the rape was over. How wrong she was. The man guided the purple head of his over-grown cock till it pushed up against her asshole, stretched just a little now. As he started pushing up, and his penis wedged itself slowly and painfully into molly's virgin asshole, he pulled molly roughly down on it. She tried to wriggle and thrash about, but the man was too strong for her, and seemed to enjoy it anyway. She tried screaming -- her friends and peaceful safety were only downstairs -- but his hand was immovable. The hand covering her mouth folded in and pried he jaws apart, then it slipped inside her mouth and forced its way back until it was gagging her. Molly could still breath, but not a lot. And she almost forgot to when the head of his enormous cock, which must have been four inches wide and a foot long, finally forced her bunghole open and marched its way in. The evil man forced more and more of his massive cock into poor little molly, who thought she was going to be ripped apart. Then the man stood up, raising molly off the floor, her only support the disgusting cock in her anus. This hurt her even more and she thrashed about. Her sphincter clenched against his cock, trying to expel the invader, but this only inspired the man more. With his other hand, he roughly grabbed and squeezed one of molly's unfortunately large breast, crushing it like dough with his strength, and used it as a convenient handhold to pull molly's small body up and down the length of his giant cock. Blood was starting to flow from her asshole, which was never designed to take this kind of abuse, and as his hand tortuously pulled and squeezed her tits, yanking them this way and that, stretching and contracting them as if he designed his motions to cause the most pain possible, which he had, molly lost consciousness... Downstairs, the four girls finished watching the movie. "Molly's sure taking a long time," said Stacey. "Sure is," giggled Marcy, "maybe she fell in." "Or," quipped Angelica sarcastically, "maybe a masked stranger came and had his way with her!" They all laughed at that absurdity. "Well, I'll go get her," said Stacey and climbed upstairs. Turning the corner at the top of the stairs, Stacey saw that the bathroom door was open. She heard unidentifiable sounds coming from inside, so she went to investigate. When she looked in, she stopped, stunned in terror. There was a huge, fat, naked masked man. He was still balling poor molly's rear; he had her head stuck into the toilet bowl, and was mauling her young breasts with both hands, stopping occasionally to smack her slightly fat ass-cheeks. Stacey stood as if paralyzed for a moment, until the hulking maniac noticed her. He stood off, molly's tight asshole letting go of his enormous dick with a slow sucking sound. She fell to the ground. The man's prick, 12" long and covered with her friends blood and shit, stood out, quivering as if it were alive, pointed at Stacey. She tried to scream -- she turned and ran, but immediately the man grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back hard, so that she flew off her feet. Her glasses crashed to the ground and she lost consciousness... "What was that?" Asked a nervous Marcy when they heard the muffled cry from upstairs. "Oh, probably just molly and Stacey up to their old tricks. Leave 'em alone. Teach 'em good if we just ignored them..." Stacey opened her eyes slowly. With her glasses gone, she was nearly blind. The first thing she noticed was that she was bound with a rough hemp rope -- tied squatting back to back with another naked person, and yes her clothes had been ripped of off her, who could only be molly. The ropes tied them above and below Stacey's breasts, much smaller than molly's. Her thighs were strapped to her lower legs, and her ankles were bound together. Her balance might have been precarious had it not been that her feet were also now locked in some sort of stock. She tried to scream, only to find she had been gagged -- and this frightened her most of all. The gag was not gentle or subtle, just a block of wood forced between her teeth, keeping her jaw wide and aching, held their by duck-tape wrapped around her head. Then she heard a voice. The masked rapist's voice. Oddly familiar though... "OK, whore. I see your awake. Since you can't see anything without your glasses, I'll describe what I'm doing. I'm behind you, in front of molly, who, if you'll notice, is trying to beg mercy from me. She, like you and your friends upstairs, is a stupid cunt. I have no mercy. "The reason molly is trying to appeal to my kinder nature is that I'm holding a whip -- a really special whip, designed for mutilating big tits like this pigs. I made it myself -- three lengths of electrical wire tied around multiple little hooks. I'm holding it up to her face, waving it in front of her terrified eyes. "Have you ever heard a fifteen year old scream when one of their tits gets slaughtered by one of these things. You shortly will. See, I'm gonna whip molly's fat left tit until it is bleeding rags. Then I'll figure out how to handle her right tit. "Ready, molly?" Molly moaned, her asshole still aflame from the violent raping, "no please! Don't! For the love of god!!! AAIIIGGGHHH!!!" Stacey heard the whisper of the cruel instrument though the air, and the unmistakable crack as it landed solidly against her friends suffering tit. She felt blood spray against her back. She tried desperately to ignore molly's hideous screams, not daring to imagine what was happening to her friend, but couldn't. It seemed the whipping and mutilation of the tit went on forever. Blood sprayed freely across the room. Molly rocked hard in the ropes, shaking her blond head back and forth, wailing like a banshee. And over molly's screams, she heard something worse. Laughter. The heartless mother-fucker torturing molly was getting of on her pain! He found the sight of her breast reduced to bloody strips of flesh funny! Molly's new agony went on for some time, for the hooks in the whip were numerous but small, and each gauged only a tiny piece of flesh with each hit. To the man employing the whip, it was strenuous work, but well worth the effort in the agony of the young girl. The man's laughter and molly's screams filled Stacey's head. The flesh flew off of molly's large tit like grease off of bacon. First one side of her breast, then the other, then her large nipple, were reduced to bleeding pulps. Molly's girlish face contorted with indescribable agony. Her body was wracked with pain, and her other tit giggled in counter- point to the sever whipping. Molly thought she could take no more pain. Her mind reduced to an animal-like state of screaming pain. Her entire body focused unwillingly on her left tit, which was layer by layer being ripped away. The anal-raping had been painful, but even that paled to nothing as her tit slowly disappeared... The sick man began narrating for Stacey again, "molly's left tit is now destroyed, a beautiful lump of gore. Her agony must be incredible -- it turns me on. I have a huge cock; it quivers and leaps for her. Now I'm squatting down, rubbing my cock in her mutilated tits, fuckin her tit ... Ah, yes! Your blood is so warm and sticky. Your pain is so erotic... She's still conscious you know, now I'm forcing her head down over my prick ... Her mouth is all ready wide with her screaming ... I'm fucking her face now, but her bitch mouth is too small. I can barely get my iron staff in past the head. Stupid bitch." Stacey heard a loud smack and felt her friends head snap to one side roughly as the man smacked her. He walked around the tied-up couple, leaving molly wailing in her pain, till her stood in front of Stacey. His foot-long prick wavered in front of her face. It was coated with molly's blood. He reached out a fat hand, and yanked a Stacey's brunette hair towards him, then used it as a rag to wipe himself off. "Ok, Stacey, your next..." He grinned beneath his death-mask...