Anathema: The Story of Lindie

Lindie reached back with a free hand and guided one of his thick fingers into her asshole.

Randy was a little shocked at first. He never fingered a girl's ass, and was a little bit disgusted by it. That feeling changed when Lindie moaned, and then he pushed his finger in deeper.

Randy came again, filling Lindie's mouth with come, though not as much as the first time. She once again gulped, suppressed a choke, and then ran her tongue over her teeth to show him she swallowed it all. As she sat up, she pushed her ass back onto his hand and rocked back and forth. Her full breasts jiggled as her backward thrusts on his hand became more abrupt.

"I have to go, soon." Lindie said unexpectedly. "Do you want to have sex with me before I get out?"

"Regular sex, right?" Randy was almost afraid to ask. The thought of putting his dick in a girl's ass never crossed his mind.

"My butt, my pussy, both... whatever you want. You deserve it. But you have to be quick." Lindie said as she sat up and off of his hand. She put her left foot behind his head and her right foot on his wet dick. Her feet were soft and felt cool against his warm skin.

"Shouldn't I use a condom?" Randy asked, mostly out of concern for his own protection.

"Do you have one?" Lindie asked, surprised.

"No." Randy answered, embarrassed.

"Well, I think we'll be okay. But if you don't want me..." Lindie said as she started to pull her legs back.

Randy grabbed her legs and pulled himself on top of Lindie. He kissed her deeply and groped at her breasts with huge, unskilled hands. He pulled his arms out of his coveralls and pulled his uniform down below his thighs.

His cock was inside her within seconds.

She brought her legs up around his waist, and then onto his shoulders. He kissed Lindie all over her face, and then kissed and licked her feet and ankles.

As Lindie expected, he didn't last long. Something strange had happened as he completed his last few thrusts inside her. She felt a very slight pain, followed by a feeling that something was being torn inside her.

She looked down and gasped as Randy withdrew his cock from her pussy. It was covered in blood. She hoped it was her blood and not his. Randy was practically in shock.

"Are you a virgin or something?" Randy asked, realizing that if she was before, she wasn't now.

"No, I mean yes... I mean... not exactly." Lindie answered, flustered. It was more blood than what her girlfriends described when they talked about losing their virginity. It had to be something else.

"Um, I don't mean to gross you out, but I think..." Lindie started.

"You're having your period?" Randy asked in disgust. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know!" Lindie exclaimed.

"All over my truck! I've got to work in this thing. Now, there's blood everywhere!" Randy was beside himself. He made it out to be worse than it really was, but Lindie wasn't going to argue.

"I'll help you clean it up." Lindie smiled, trying to calm him. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but he moved away.

"That's okay. I think you'd better just get cleaned up." Randy said as he reached behind the bench seat for a roll of paper towels.

They cleaned themselves as best as they could, and then Randy pulled back onto the highway while Lindie dressed.

Lindie only had a few hundred dollars left, but she hoped it would be enough to get her to her sister. Randy had dropped her off at one of the nicer motels in town, and Lindie quickly showered and changed into warmer, drier clothes.

She was only fifty miles from her sister's campground. The postcard said she would be there the following weekend, so Lindie thought she might spend a few days in this quaint little town.

The old woman at the front desk was nice enough to lend her an umbrella as Lindie set out for some dinner. The town square was small, and Lindie's dining options were presented rather quickly.

Of the diner, a coffee shop, an Italian restaurant, and an ice cream parlor, she opted for the diner.

Lindie had brewed plenty of bad coffee while managing the tavern back in Seattle. She was almost comforted by the familiar smell and taste. Those were less-complicated times.

The bell on the door brought her out of a trance as she watched a group of rough-looking men taking their seats in the booth across from her. Three black men, two white, and all with bizarre tattoos. They didn't look like they were from this town.

They eyed Lindie as much as she eyed them, and drew the same conclusion about her.

"You just passing through, too, slim?" One of the rough men asked Lindie.

"Yeah, just passing through." Lindie said before taking another sip of coffee. At five feet, seven inches tall, and 135 pounds, the soon-to-be twenty-one year-old hardly felt slim. Her calves and hips were muscular, and her breasts were full, yet firm. 'Slim?' she thought to herself.

She felt an unusual tenderness in her breasts and brought her arms in front of her, elbows close together on the table, and held the coffee mug to her lips.

"You need a ride? You look like you need a ride." The other men chuckled at the statement.

"No thanks. I'm not sure when I'm leaving." Lindie said nervously. She clenched her coffee mug, hoping she had the strength to break it -- and possibly their skulls -- but the mug survived.

"Maybe you're looking for a date?" One of the black men in the group asked.

"No. I'm not interested. Sorry." Lindie was getting increasingly uncomfortable. By now, her skin should have paled and her teeth and nails should have turned razor-sharp. Instead, she felt cold and vulnerable.

"What? You got a problem with dark meat?" One of the black men asked.

"No, I've been with a lot of..." Lindie stopped. That was a poor choice of words.

"She's been with a lot of dark meat! All at once? Lucky us! She's used to pulling trains!" Another black man hollered.

"I didn't say that. You're putting words in my mouth." Lindie stopped again, realizing she wasn't helping the situation.

"Would you rather we put something else in your pretty little mouth?" One of the white men asked, mockingly.

Since puberty, Lindie had developed an ability to read people's minds. That ability, at it's strongest, was almost maddening as it was difficult to not listen to everything that everyone around her was thinking. Her sense of smell allowed her to know the sexual history of everyone around her, down to the minutest detail as if written on his or her bodies for her to read at her leisure. In this diner, though, she knew and felt nothing but fear. Her fear.

The little old man behind the counter looked worried for Lindie, and she knew there would be nothing he could do if they tried anything with her. She thought it best to take her chances outside.

Without looking at them, Lindie stood up and left a few dollars on the counter, then walked out of the diner. Her stomach cramps stopped hours ago, but now she was afraid she was getting an upset stomach from being nervous.

The rough-looking men waited less than a minute, and then followed.

Lindie looked over her shoulder to see the three black men walking quickly behind her, closing the gap between them. She realized she had forgotten the old woman's umbrella at the diner as it started to rain again. The men behind her were laughing at her, calling out obscenities, making Lindie even more frightened. She thought there had been five of them, but when she turned around, she could only see three.

Suddenly, a panel van screeched to a stop next to her. The side door slid open and she was pushed inside. She bumped her head on something, and then someone held a cloth to her face. Everything went dark.

Lindie pretended to still be unconscious as she heard one of the rough men position himself between her legs. Whatever drug they had used on her, she may as well have still been unconscious. She was unable to open her eyes or move any other part of her body.

But she could breathe, she could smell, and she could hear the squirmy noises her body made as someone filled her orifices.

"Hey J.J., what do you want me to do with her clothes? They smell like shit." One of the men called out.

The man between her legs paused for a moment and called back. "Toss them in the furnace with the rest of her stuff. We've got new outfits for her. She won't be needing those anymore."

J.J. went back to fucking Lindie's limp body, talking to himself. "I told Tyrone not to use so much. They always shit and piss all over themselves when you use too much." She could feel his come leave his body and enter hers. Her pussy twitched and she hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Hey J.J., let me drop my dick in her ass, now." One of the black men called from another room.

"In a minute!" J.J. replied.

"You better not be tapping her ass, J.J. I got first dibs on that today 'cause I cleaned the bitch up. That ain't fun you know." The black man continued.

"I haven't fucked her ass, today, Tyrone. If you didn't have such a big dick, you wouldn't have to go last all the time!" J.J. called back as he withdrew his limp cock from Lindie's pussy.

She felt a cool breeze on her skin as she heard the door open and close. She wondered how long she had been out. She also wondered how many times she'd been fucked since she had been pushed into the van. She tried desperately to open her eyes, but the room was dark and she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not. Seconds later, she was asleep again.

Lindie wasn't sure if it had been seconds or hours since her last visitor filled her pussy. She heard the door open and close again. This time, it was Tyrone, as she recognized his voice from earlier.

"Girl, you sure are fine." Tyrone said, admiringly. "Most girls would be wore out by now, but your shit is tight as hell, even with all that jizz in you."

He pushed Lindie's legs back and placed the tip of his cock at her asshole. Air and come bubbled out of Lindie's ass.

"What the?!?" Tyrone cried out. "Who the fuck filled your ass already? Shit."

If Lindie could have laughed, she probably would have.

"Oh hell, you're ass is still tight, girl." Tyrone said as he pushed the head of his long cock into her asshole. "That's better. Even with a load or two in your ass, you feel damn good, girl."

Lindie heard Tyrone quickly approaching climax. She could barely feel his thrusts at first, but soon felt his full length unload inside her rectum. She tightened her asshole around his long black shaft.

"Oh hell yes! That's worth cleaning your shit up every time, girl!"

Tyrone was replaced by another, and another. Each time, Lindie was becoming more and more aroused, even to the brink of climax on several occasions. Eventually, J.J. was visiting her again, moving between her legs. From the corner of her eye, she was beginning to see again.

Even though her vision was still blurred, she was certain the tattoos all over J.J.'s body were moving. Shifting. Almost dancing. His cock was thick and veiny, and she could feel every bulge as he plunged into her pussy.

J.J. sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. As his teeth closed on her nipple, his fingers pinched her clit tightly. Her stomach tightened.

"I thought you were awake, bitch." J. J. said as he pulled her arms from their restraints.

Lindie tried to speak, but her mouth still didn't move quite right. What sounds she did make sounded like moans.

"Jimmy, come take this IV out!" J.J. yelled. Lindie felt her body being shifted, then carried. The room became bright, and then dimmed again. She heard the springs of a bed compress as they threw her down, and she suddenly felt an incredible aching in her shoulders. She was still unable to lift her arms or legs, but she could move her head slightly.

"Now, we're really gonna have some fun, girl." J.J. whispered in Lindie's ear. She barely noticed the needle sticking her in the ass.

Sarah packed the last of the food in the cooler, then rifled through her closet for her camping clothes. During the summer months, she would've been content wearing almost nothing at all, as their part of the campground was very secluded. Shorts, t-shirts, and bikinis were all she ever needed when it was warm, but now that summer was over, she had to look the part of the average camper.

Kenny grabbed the food cooler and tossed it in the back of the pickup with all the other camping supplies. They didn't need to bring much as he kept the trailer at the campsite fully stocked with non-perishables.

Kenny's parents took his kids for the weekend, promising a fun-filled weekend at the up-state amusement park. That left Sarah, Kenny, and Andi to enjoy each other's company a little more freely at the campground.

Sarah and Kenny were in their late 30's, and had a very good marriage, and an equally adventurous sex life. Andi was an ex-girlfriend of one of Kenny's friends that grew close to the couple during a partner-swapping weekend. Kenny lost touch with his friend, but not his friend's ex-girlfriend.

Andi, twenty years old and a part-time veterinary student, became very close with Sarah and Kenny. She spent so much time around them; she was practically a member of the family.

When her boyfriend moved out of state, she continued to visit Sarah and Kenny, and she was always their first choice for babysitter. Even though she had a car, she'd have Kenny pick her up and take her home for her babysitting jobs. Sarah knew Andi was blowing her husband in the car during both trips, but she didn't mind.

She had watched them do much worse, and the sight of her husband's fat cock wedging it's way into Andi's tight, young cunt made Sarah's pussy wet every time. When he stuffed it into Andi's cute little asshole, sometimes it would be enough to send Sarah over the edge. They enjoyed each other's company so much; they found it unnecessary to swap with anyone else.

Sarah still secretly longed for Andi's ex-boyfriend, but knew she would never be with him again. He was young, fit, and very handsome, but Kenny's cock was much bigger, and she spent at least an hour each day being reminded of that fact.

Kenny parked Andi's car in the garage, then joined Sarah and Andi in the pickup. Andi positioned herself between Kenny and Sarah, kicked off her shoes, and then put her feet up on the dash.

"Do you think she'll even be there?" Kenny asked. "You don't even know if she got the postcard."

"She'll be there." Sarah replied. "You don't know her like I do."

"How could you know her? You haven't even seen her in over ten years." Kenny said.

"I know her." Sarah said, almost disappointed. "She'll be there no matter what. She wants to know where she came from. I'm the only one left that can tell her."

"And what do you think she'll do after she finds out?" Andi asked as she unbuttoned a few of the top buttons of her shirt.

"That's what scares me." Sarah said, ignoring Andi's hand groping at Kenny's crotch.

Anathema

"Wake up, Lindie. It's almost show time," a woman's voice said.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Lindie asked, confused, but now able to move.

"Well, you're not far from a little ol' town called White Cloud. As for me, I'm the make-up department." The woman said before taking a long drag on her cigarette.

"How do you know my name?" Lindie asked.

"They asked you while they had you under." The woman said. "You told them all kinds of crazy shit. Tyrone used too much on you, that's why you shit all over yourself. It probably made you a little loopy, too."

They seemed to do a decent job of cleaning her up as she now smelled of lavender. Lindie looked down at her arms. They looked thinner. Make-up covered the bruises caused by her bindings and the IV. She glanced down at her legs. They had completely shaved her pubic hair, and her toenails and fingernails were painted blood red. Her waist, calves and thighs also looked thinner. She felt as if she had lost twenty pounds, although it had really only been five.

"They needed you to lose a little baby fat. The camera always makes you look ten pounds heavier. I think they'll let you eat regular food today. Just don't piss them off." The woman said as she exhaled a large puff of smoke. "And don't eat too much or you'll just puke it all back up."

"What do they want with me?" Lindie asked, just barely able to focus on the woman as she smoked her cigarette.

"I think it should be fairly obvious. Homemade and amateur video is all the rage. They'll dress you up and call you the girl next door, or the daughter, or sister, and men will pay top dollar for it." The woman coughed, then spit on the floor. "If you play your cards right, J.J. might even let you have your own website."

"Won't that take time?" Lindie asked.

"No, missy." The woman snorted. "This stuff is instantaneous these days. If you're a hit, they'll probably put you on a bus or train to Hollywood where you can make the big bucks for him."

"For him?" Lindie asked.

"He 'discovered' you, sweetie. You're his money maker, at least for this week."

The smoking woman coughed again. "Anyway, keep your mouth shut unless there's a dick in your face, and you'll live longer. Oh, and don't try to run. All the girls that ran ended up dead sooner than those that didn't. It's a dangerous business you're in, now."

She didn't ask to be in this business. Lindie wondered if all the girls ended up dead.

The woman left the room, but made no attempt at locking the door behind her.

Lindie looked around and suddenly realized she was in a morgue. It hadn't been used for some time, and it looked as if it was only being used for her purpose temporarily. There were no clothes for her to put on. She had no choice but to walk out of the room naked and barefoot.

Lindie's legs were extremely weak, and as soon as she slid off the makeshift bed and tried to stand, she felt her legs buckle beneath her. She quickly turned and fell against the table.

She immediately had to pee.

Lindie looked around and found a bedpan, and quickly held it between her legs. As she finished urinating, Tyrone walked through the door. Lindie set the bedpan on the table and turned to look at the black man that had been regularly bathing -- and ass-fucking -- her.

"Well, well, well. Look at you." Tyrone said as he eyed Lindie from head to toe.

"You're the one that's been fucking my ass so much?" Lindie asked. She kept her tone even, doing her best to not display an attitude.

"Yeah, you like it too, don't you, girl?" Tyrone asked as he subconsciously grabbed his manhood through his pants.

"Only when you do it." Lindie purred.

Tyrone was slightly heavy-set, and without his thug clothes, he looked like an average guy. Lindie remembered that his cock was long, but not too thick, and it didn't hurt nearly as bad as other cocks she had had in her ass. She also remembered that Tyrone was the only one that made any attempt to kiss her softly before ravaging her asshole. If anyone were going to help get her out of this predicament, she had a feeling it would be him.

Lindie carefully stepped toward Tyrone, trying her best not to fall.

"You like me, don't you, Tyrone?" Lindie asked as she looked up into his dark eyes.

"I like dat ass, girl. The rest of you ain't bad, either. But you ain't mine. I can't afford your ass." Tyrone said.

"How much am I going for?" Lindie asked as she put her left hand behind his neck and her right hand down the front of his pants.

"Too much. I shouldn't even be talking to you about this. I'm just supposed to bring you upstairs. They're waiting for you." Tyrone pulled Lindie's hand from his pants.

"Did you ever want to fuck my face while I was out of it?" Lindie asked as she licked her red lips. "This might be your only chance." Lindie dropped to her knees, barely able to stand any longer.