Lovely Melanie Carlton stretched her right leg, loosening up for her ballet exercises. Being a ballet dancer was what pushed Melanie on, what gave her life meaning. She knew she had been gifted with all the physical requirements to become one of the premier ballet dancers in the country. All she had to do was work.
She was short, just two inches over five feet, and slender. Her measurements were a girlish, and she barely weighed a hundred pounds. She had large brown eyes and a pert mouth with naturally red lips, and though her face was cute in a little-girl sort of way, it was her hair that people noticed first. Melanie's hair was dark brown and came down to her waist, falling in loose, satiny curls. She always wore her hair parted down the middle, with pink ribbons holding her hair in pigtails.
Melanie had on a leotard that hugged her body, squeezing her small tits to her chest, making them look even smaller than they really were. The pink leotard – pink was Melanie's favorite color – was cut high in the thighs, showing off the girl's tight little asscheeks almost completely. But it came up high on her neck and was full-sleeved. Though Melanie was a quiet, introspective girl, she liked showing off her legs because they were disproportionately long for her height, and she was proud of them.
When she heard the door open, Melanie groaned but did not turn around. She was in the dance room, which doubled as the music room, and she liked being alone during her workouts. She enjoyed the room because it was soundproof and she could turn up the record player as loud as she liked without disturbing the students in any of the neighboring classes.
"I've reserved this room for the hour," she said, still not looking around.
Melanie Carlton came from a rich family and on occasion she could get quite smug. But usually she was a very polite young girl.
"Big fucking deal!" the intruder shot back. Melanie turned around, her face twisting in a frown. She didn't like confrontations, and from the words and tone of voice the boy had used, she knew she was going to have some trouble.
She didn't know then that the trouble was Trouble, with Phantom at his side.
The ground rules were laid down quickly and Melanie understood with frightening certainty. She was in a soundproof room, one that she had reserved so that she wouldn't be disturbed. Nobody would come around to check on her and nobody would hear her screams for help. She was stuck, and unless she did everything Phantom and Trouble said – what strange names! she thought – she would be in even pester danger.
Her only hope was to do as she was told and hope the ordeal wouldn't last too long.
"Take it off," Phantom commanded, nodding his masked head at Melanie.
She knew he was talking about the clingy leotard. She squirmed out of it, sliding her arms out first, holding it against her naked tits for a moment before pushing it down to her waist. She felt more than naked as she pushed the leotard down her legs, then stepped out of it.
"Nice… very nice," Phantom said as Melanie stood before him.
The teenager crossed her arms over her small tits, hiding them from the lusty eyes that bore into her very soul. The areolas were about the size of a fifty-cent piece, dark chocolate-brown with small nipples that were hardened by fear.
Melanie's checks turned pink with embarrassment. She couldn't look up. The only things she had on were her white cotton panties – the panties of a little girl – and her pink ballet slippers.
"Don't stop," Phantom said. "You don't want to make us angry, and we want to see everything you've got."
Melanie shook her head so that her luxurious mane of hair fell down the front of her body. The glistening, dark brown pigtails covered her tits. She didn't want to take off her panties because she didn't want to let the two masked boys in lettermen's jackets see what she did to herself.
"Move it, girly!" Trouble hissed through gritted teeth as he rubbed his crotch.
The girl pushed her panties down quickly and stepped out of than, putting her hands over her cunt. Phantom said, "Don't be shy, Melanie."
"Hot fucking damn!" Trouble exclaimed, seeing Melanie's shaved, pink pussy hole. "Look at that cunt!"
This isn't right I thought Melanie, shifting her weight from one for to the next. She had always been shy, always quiet and reserved. But standing naked before these two masked boys, she could feel her slick pussy juices oozing to the shaven petals of her cunthole.
Why? she thought, her mind spinning out of control. Why do I want to do what they tell me? Why? Why? Why?
"On your knees, Melanie," the Phantom said. "You're going to suck us."
Melanie rationalized what she as doing. She couldn't openly admit to herself that she wanted to give both masked boys blowjobs. That was unthinkable to her! She'd never act so lewdly, so wantonly. She was doing it because if she didn't, they might very well hurt her.
At least that's what she told herself as she, with nervous fingers, unzipped Phantom's jeans and reached for his prick.
In seconds Melanie's gloriously naked, slender body was twisting and turning on the hard wooden floor of the soundproof dance room as she pistoned her head and shoulders to chew on the biggest prick she'd ever seen.
As she gave Phantom's prick the loving attention of her mouth, Melanie used her right hand on Trouble's prickpole. She pounded on the nine-inch prick, working her tiny hand from stem to stern until it throbbed hotly in her fist.
"Eat my cock, Rich Bitch!" Phantom hissed, standing with his hands on his hips, his jeans down around his thighs.
Melanie sat on the backs of her heels. She nibbled on the shaft of Phantom's heavily veined prick, amazed that she had just the cockhead in her mouth, yet her mouth was completely filled. Turning her head, she pulled Trouble's cock toward her face and he immediately tossed his hips forward, punching his pricktip between her ruby red lips.
"Umm!" Melanie gasped as the throbbing pricktip forced her lips apart, wedging her tongue to the bottom of her moth, ramming hard against the opening of her throat.
"Don't bitch, you little cunt," Trouble said angrily, feeling the young girl's hot, juicy mouth working on his cock. "You're going to take everything we give you – and you're going to like it!"
As she gave Trouble a blow-job, Melanie's hair jounced around her body, the velvety curls dancing down her front, tickling her sensitive nipples to make them even harder. Her shaved pussy tightened and relaxed, getting hotter and more moist by the second. Melanie knew deep in her soul that at least one of her attackers was going to fuck her and, though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she also knew that she was really going to get off on it.
Melanie used the tip of her pink tongue to play with the slitted pisshole of Trouble's cockhead. She tasted a salty drop of pre-cum and something else. Was that pussyjuice she tasted? Of course it was! Trouble had fucked someone else, and very recently!
These guys must really be studs, she thought, curling her tongue around the mouth-filling shaft of Trouble's cockpole. If they can fuck one chick, then still want more, they must really be studs!
Her hair tickled her throbbing nipples, sending lust racing through Melanie's feverish body. She took turns sucking on the cocks, wrapping her sensual lips around Phantom's prick, then chewing Trouble's cock into her face until her cute facial features were distorted by its length and thickness.
"Okay, that's enough," Phantom said. "Now I'm going to fuck you."
Melanie didn't really know what was expected of her and she looked up at the two masked faces, holding a big, fiery cock in each hand, the pricktips close to her mouth. When Phantom grabbed her under the arms and hoisted her up, she knew immediately that he wanted her to wrap her slender legs around his waist. She did so and as she was descending, she felt the blunt, conical head of Phantom's incredible prick pushing against the shaven lips of her cunt.
"I can't," she gasped. "You're too big!"
"Like hell," Phantom shot back, holding Melanie's lean hips as she gyrated around in front of him with her legs around his middle. "You'll take it and you'll love it!"
Phantom's hands were at the small tight, silky smooth curves of Melanie's asscheeks. She felt his fingers digging into her tender flesh, forcing her asscheeks apart. And then, to her surprise, she felt her pussy juice thickened cuntlips parting. Her lean, quivering body dropped half a foot and six solid inches of cockmeat were forced into her tight, tiny pussy.
"Awwwwwww!" Melanie gasped, toning her head back on her shoulders. The fiery column of manmeat spread the girl's rosy petals far apart. The girth of Phantom's prick was incredible!
Melanie threw her head forward, resting her cheek on Phantom's shoulder as she dropped lower. The cock threatened to bend, but held steady as it pushed the final few inches into the juicy, clutching recesses of the teenager's pussyhole.
Despite her personal revulsion at what was happening to her, Melanie couldn't deny that having the broad, veined upper surface of Phantom's magnificent cock rubbing against her sizzling clit felt good. It was better than good – it was the most erotic feeling Melanie had ever known! Nothing had ever made her feel so completely filled with cockmeat as the Phantom's prick.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned softly, her mind working as the Phantom started pulling her slender body up, then letting her drop down that his cockhead pushed deep into her cunt, nudging her womb.
As she rocked up and down, taking the huge prick into her juicy cunt, Melanie's small, lust hardened nipples rubbed against the Phantom's shirt. The contact sent shivers through her body and she twitched, feeling her insides turn to jelly. If this continued, Melanie knew, she would soon be cumming.
Melanie locked her ankles together around Phantom's waist, helping him hold her up. She had her arms around his neck and used what little strength she had left to push herself up, assisting the rapist. The Phantom's hands were still at her tight asscheeks, spreading them apart painfully. Melanie didn't mind the discomfort – it was mild in comparison to the magnificent feelings that the huge, throbbing prick gave her.
She felt something warm and spongy against her exposed asshole, but Melanie didn't pay much attention to it. She was completely consumed with the prick that filled her pussy.
But then it happened, and she was wracked with fear.
Trouble was going to fuck her asshole!
Trouble's pink, taut pricktip was at the puckered opening of Melanie's asshole. He pressed his body against her back, feeling the heat of her as she squirmed against Phantom. The silkiness of her hair, the smell of her long tresses, made him wild with lust. The ends of her dark locks nearly touched his prick as he shoved it between the pale half-moons of her cheeks.
"Don't!" Melanie hissed.
She, however, did nothing more than that to try to stop Trouble from ass-fucking her. In the deepest wanton recesses of her mind, it seemed the most erotic thing in the world to be suspended above the floor, getting double-fucked by two masked boys.
"Give it to her," Melanie heard Phantom hiss. His mouth was near her car and she could feel the heat of his breath. "Fuck her asshole!"
Fortunately Melanie had sucked Trouble's cock before he tried to ream her asshole and her mouth had slickened his throbbing prickrod. She felt the four hands pull her up, then please her lean body, letting her drop down. When she descended, the pressure against her tight asshole was amazing.
It couldn't happen, Melanie kept telling herself. These sorts of things just didn't happen.
But then she felt her tight ass hole opening up, engulfing the pulsating, reddish tip of Trouble's cockpole. And once that was accomplished, the cock's forward progress continued relentlessly, driving ever deeper into her ass.
Melanie's waist-length, curly tresses were flattened against her back. Her svelte, naked body was crushed between the two heaving, grunting, straining rapists. And she felt two cocks, one larger than the other, one in her cunt and one in her asshole, reaming out her openings, driving full-length into her body. She took the cocks to the hilt, her cunt and asshole feeling like they were tearing as the cockpoles jammed into her quivering, overheated young body.
Melanie felt the strength being sapped from her, felt her strong, lean muscles turning to jelly as she was hoisted then dropped repeatedly. The cocks were reaming her pussyholes, throbbing cockheads shoving deep into her cunt and ass.
The grunting sounds her rapists made excited Melanie. They wanted her with an animal lust – and she wanted them. She didn't have the courage to forcibly fuck in ways she'd never been fucked before, so she had to count on them taking what they wanted, and in the process, exciting her beyond ail boundaries. Even the pain in having a vibrating cock shoving powerfully into her tortured asshole felt, in a strange and indefinable way, exhilarating.
And somehow, though the roomy didn't feel it starting, Melanie reissued her pussyjuice. She felt her body slipping away from her mind, the two entities becoming separate. Even though she tried to keep her ankle locked together behind Phantom's back, she couldn't muster up the strength for it. Her leg slipped down his thighs, then dingle straight beneath her, several inches above the floor as her cunt and whole were barraged with thrusting, charging cockmeat.
Her feet twitched beneath her, legs flopping weakly like the legs of a puppet on a string. Phantom's hands tore into her tight asscheeks as he pummeled her pussy with his awesome, cunt-stretching prick. Trouble threw himself against her backside, nearly toppling three people over as he reamed her asshole with his fiery cock.
"Nooooo!" Melanie heard Phantom hiss. She couldn't tell in her lust-induced stupor if he had shouted the word or merely whispered it. Pussyjuice was still streaming from her naked, shaved pussy.
A moment later, Melanie felt her hot cunt get even hotter as rich, creamy jets of cunt cream splattered against her womb. Bolt after bolt of cum gushed from the awesome head of Phantom's cockpole.
Her head bouncing on Phantom's shoulder, Melanie's luscious, red, inviting mouth, curled into a weak smile as she felt the super-heated prick in her pussy filled her with jism.
Melanie was still being tossed about between the two rapists, wedged between their heaving bodies, when her asshole received its load of fuck-cream. Trouble reamed her ass with several long, overly powerful thrusts that again nearly knocked everybody over. With the cockhead buried to its farthest possible extent in her ass, Melanie felt salty jets of cum deluging her ass.
"Cunt! Young, Rich Bitch!" Trouble said as he slammed his fiery cockrod deep into Melanie's asshole.
Melanie fell to the hard floor in a lifeless heap, her pigtails running down the front of her body, tickling her sensitive, still-hard nipples.
"Come on, we've got to tic her up," the girl heard Phantom say.
Melanie did not resist – she didn't have enough strength left for it. They used one arm of the leotard to tie her wrists behind her back, then the other arm to tie her ankles together. When they were finished, she was on her stomach on the hard wooden floor, knees bent, feet near her hands.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Trouble said. Melanie heard the door open and close and then she was alone. Her whole body tingled in the afterglow of the magnificent orgasm she had enjoyed.