Rape Artwork

"And we'll tie your arms behind your back!" contributed the odious Henri, who still liked playing "cowboys and Indians".

The dildo seemed huge to poor Mireille - which, indeed, it was! "How... how must I sit on it?" stammered the young teacher, her stomach knotted with fear as she lifted her dress over her head, unveiling large, firm breasts in the process.

"The dildo goes between the cheeks of your ass and up into your little rosebud, of course" replied Mr. Armand. "You'll just feast on it, you'll see, it will stretch your anus beyond recognition."

"Thats really going to hurt Mummy" whined little Louise, trying to imagine her own little ass being distorted by the monstrous cock.

"Watch out that we don't do the same to you!" sniggered the repulsive Henri as he held the girl in place, slid his hand up her skirt, into her panties and started to fondle her cute little ass and finger her sweet little sphincter.

"Dear friends. I hope that you have enjoyed your day with us. In order to conclude the day in a worthy fashion and to complete your tour of my home and everything that is in it, allow me to propose a final diversion. I give you my wife Valerie! Valerie, my dear, I want you to stand up and take all of your clothes off. I want my friends to see you naked so that they can admire your breasts, your thighs, your belly and esepecially your pretty pink and gold cunt."

Not surprisingly the horrified Valerie gasped in shame and revulsion at such a suggestion, and made it crystal clear that she had absolutely no intention of doing any such thing.

Monsieur Paul was greatly irritated by his wife's show of disobediance. "We shan't let matters rest there!" he said. "Bernard! Louis! Grab the Mistress and bind her to the big oak tree in front of the drawing room windows! Make sure that she is well spread with both arms and legs wide apart!"

Struggling and weeping, the half crazed Valerie was brought to her place of punishment. Once she had been securely tied to the tree, her clothes were brutally ripped off of her and the guests were able to admire her superb body at their leisure.

Purple with shame and indignity, she sobbed under the the minute and intimate inspection of the six guests. Then, after a good whipping, which was inflicted on her magnificient breasts as a punishment for her disobediance, her husband and the six guests covered her from head to toe, first with hot jets of sperm, which were tributes of their heartfelt admiration, and then with copious quantities of piss, to clear away the sticky mess.

"But I will be completely naked under the dress" Jocelyne objected. "I'll be horribly ashamed."

"No, of course you won't. It'll be more fun, and you can serve us like that, just like a slave" Norbert insisted.

Now, this get-up captivated the guests in an instant, and the atmosphere of the party warmed quickly, the men becoming almost instantly highly aroused. By the time that they had managed to unfasten all but the last button on Jocelyne's dress, the men could no longer restrain themselves and they started to expose penises which were already stiffening with anticipation.

Jocelyne, trembling, closed her eyes to this exhibition of male genitalia. But then she was startled, because she fell something hot and wet splash against her thigh. She looked to see what it was and found that Andre, who had been obviously unable to restrain himself, had discharged a large spurt of sperm, which was now slithering down her leg towards the floor.

The party quickly turned into a "free-for-all". Norbert placed a saucepan on a stool and invited Andre to relieve himself into it, which he did quite copiously. Jocelyne then heard Norbert say to her "Now that you've made friends with Andre, you will kindly drink every drop of your new friend's piss."

In despair, Jocelyne at first refused, but at the brutal insistence of her husband she was finally forced to obey. That was when she saw Jim move towards the saucepan with his penis in hand and an obviously very full bladder.

Her breasts were being increasingly brutally manipulated by the two men. One of them had taken several objects out of his pocket, metal clamps, thumb lacks, safety pins, and had calmly attached a clamp to one of her nipples, causing a spasm of pain to rush through her.

Suddenly she felt a sharp, piercing pain in her other nipple. Terrified and agonised she watched the man push a safety pin through her other nipple! The two men moaned with excitement to see her magnificent breasts decorated in such an original fashion.

They lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. She was forced to open her thighs to show her wide-open cunt. The men's coarse fingers explored and spread her lips, pulled at her clitoris and then plunged deep into her vagina. "Guess what! She's wet!" exclaimed one of them. "Wait a moment and we'll dry you out!" He took his smouldering pipe and forced the hot bowl between the lips of her sex. Evelyne yelped in agony as the man pushed it in deeper and deeper until the burning pipe was complelely engulfed in ihe delicate, pink cunt flesh.

"Enough! Please stop! It's hurting me! What is it that you two want?!"

"I'll tell you once again. I want you to take a nice big enema for us, and I want you to let us stick the nozzle up your ass like a nice girl, without giving us any problems."

"Oh, that's horrible! It's hideous! No, I just can't do that!"

"Exactly. That's why it is Pierre who will do it for you. He'll push it all the way in, and all you have to do is take off your skirt, bend over and spread your fat cheeks to help him out a bit. Is that clear?"

"No! It's horrid! The tube is too thick. You'll tear my insides with it. You'll hurt me! Aaaah! Please slop! I'll do whatever you want, but please, stop beating me, stop crushing my breast! I beg you, please stop!

"We're going to enjoy seeing that fat bulb stretch out your anus and drive itself in nice and deep!"

Timmy has bequeathed Suzanne to Mr. Tchou for a week. Handled, thrashed, whipped, deprived of any freedom, she has been obliged to let him manipulate her without limit. She has been forced to receive plugs of progressive sizes, which have painfully dilatated her orifices, and now, she is definitely opened to any kind of penetration.

The lips of her pussy have been pierced and distended by the weight of a lock, the key to which being in Mr. Tchou's sole possession, and which is only taken off when his male aids are making her use the toilet.

Today, the visiting day of her husband, she is in training, tied up to her usual pillory. But Mr. Tchou has a new model, which he is proud to present to the American customer. "Look at this, Mr. Timmy, is it not charming? Jewels your wife would be proud to wear, I'm sure... Let me keep her a few more days and I will do the same for her. And when you go back to the States, all your friends will envy you when you show her off."

"That's okay with me, but I want bigger, solid gold rings. I'll pay for them! responded Timmy.

Suzanne, properly whacked by her internment and the torments she is suffering, implores "No, Timmy, that's too much! I can't stand it anymore. It's awful! This place, these people! Take me with you, please, please. I promise I will never go back to those women's lib meetings again!"

"Jesus! That bastard's burst me!" moaned Colette. "He's really ripped my ass and twisted my guts! His cock is far too big for me to take, Mr. Laurent. Give him his money back and tell him to get lost, please!"

"Well, well! This is new! Who said that the whores give the orders around here?" replied Mr. Laurent.

Then the client appeared at the doorway of the room that Colette had exited in such great haste. He really was a giant. Six foot six inches tall and big with it, his head shaved, his fly wide open with a stupendous penis hanging out of it. Even though the man was enormous, his cock was still out of proportion to his frame. It was simply a huge lump of throbbing meat.

Mr. Laurent could not suppress a stare and a whistle at the sight. "What's going on here? What's all the fuss about?" he demanded of the client.

"I dunno" the client replied in a deep, rumbling voice. "I'd already got well in to her ass and was just giving another little shove when suddenly she started screaming and crying. Well that sort of thing turns me on, so I gave a really good hard shove and my cock went nearly all the way in. That was when she yelled, leapt off me and ran out of the room. That's it."

"I can understand why" growled Mr. Laurent. "You, Colette! Stop snivelling, fuck off and have a wash and get ready for your next client. Veronique will take your place with our large friend."

"Me? Christ Almighty! He'll kill me! He'll rip me in half. I'm frightened!" wailed Veronique.

"Just get on with it!" growled Mr. Laurent. "You've been well fucked over the years and should be loose enough, and he's only going to slick it up your pussy, not up your ass. Just take your dress off and show him your cunt."

And then Mr. Laurent turned to the client and said "Listen Mister, don't fuck this one up the ass. She should be able to take you up her pussy if you lubricate it and shove hard enough." And then, turning to Veronique again, he said "As for you, all you need to do is to sit yourself down on it and let it slide in. If it won't go in on its own, push down hard on it. Try to get as much of it in your cunt as possible. It'll be good training for you."

Veronique was not happy. "I don't want to go with him. He'll rip up my insides" she moaned.

Mr. Laurent finally lost his patience. "Look. I don't give a fuck if it goes in your cunt and comes out of your mouth. Just get your cunt in that room and earn me some money before I break your nose."

The "sinner" was always chained naked to the post and the interested spectator could not only examine the adolescent curves and swellings of the girl victim, but also enjoy the humiliating indignities which were visited on her. Indeed, volunteers were often called for from the audience to apply the punishments - the smacks, the canings, the rubbings with stinging nettles, or, to the girl's greater debasement, the introduction of various objects into her anus.

Madame Andre, one of the teachers, was well known for her severity, her inventiveness and her enthusiasm in punishing her rebellious, young female charges. No matter what, she always found a pretext for doing so.

Today it was thirteen years old Brigitte's turn to be the centre of attention. Firmly attached to the stake and without a stitch of clothing, her pretty young breasts and adorably downy covered cunt heaved in unison with her sobs. She had just been well whipped by Madame Andre, but the tears weren't solely because of that. They were also because Madame had ordered a long, humiliating four-pint enema to be administered to Brigitte. The largest nozzle was to be used, which would be forced through her fear and shame tightened sphincter and right up into her entrails.

"I want a volunteer", called Madame Andre to the audience. A forest of eager hands shot upwards.

Her trials started when the children had entered her bedroom. Three boys aged between eleven and thirteen and two girls of similar ages, one of which being Marie-Claire, Odette's neice. Odette was wearing only a blouse. The position that she was obliged to adopt, on hands and knees on the bed, was extremely debasing as it displayed her cunt and ass hole clearly to the children.

One of the boys forced her buttocks wide apart and pushed an enormous nozzle up her rectum, which stretched her anus painfully to its limit and beyond. She cried out, whether in pain or shame or both, she did not know. All she knew was that her cries of agony caused the children to fall about with laughter.

Pierre had conveniently hung a huge enema tank near the end of the bed so that it was ready and at hand. It contained three litres of some tepid, soapy liquid. A long rubber tube with a tap on its free end, which protruded from the tank, was quickly attached to the nozzle that was up Odette's ass. The boy opened the tap and the liquid started to invade Odette's rectum and bowells. Taut with shame and humiliation, she submitted to the infamous enema while the children enjoyed the spectacle and taunted her with wounding remarks.

They encouraged her to open herself up more so that she could really be filled up. They shamed her. They pretended to pity her, they asked her how it felt to show off her ass and cunt and to let a group of children do this to her.

Rena, the youngest and more innocent of the girls, unblinkingly demanded that "It's my turn to play now, Odette. The others stuck the pipe up you, so I want to be the one to take it out when all the water's gone inside your bum."

"You shouldn't have got everybody so excited! Look at my poor lad there. Gone all crazy over you and your "I'll show you my thighs" and "I'll roll my ass around in my little panties". And you with your tits all up in the air! And wearing a shirt that you can see right through! Not surprising that he wanted to touch you up a bit! And you, you prick-teasing little bitch, you box his ears for it! It ain't right, girlie! It just ain't right!"

"Yes! Yes! I was wrong to do it. I just didn't realise it at the time! I didn't do it on purpose! I'm sorry, really I'm sorry! Please Madame Lemoine, please turn the tap off. Turn the tap off please! My stomach is churning! It really hurts a lot!"

"Hey, Dad! Don't listen to the bitch's begging! Fill her up some more! If it was me, I swear I'd stick this eggplant up her cunt, just because all the boys like her so much!"

"Later Germaine! You can do what you want with the bitch later. We'll take away her clothes and she'll have to stay naked 'till the end of her vacation. Would you like that, girlie?"

"Oh no, Monsieur! I beg you, not that! It's too shameful!"

"And what about you, son? Would you like it?"

Oh, yeah Dad! I'd really like that a lot!"

He needed to apply an "iron hand" to guide his charges and to maintain in them a state of mind that would best further his interests.

Marthe, a pretty, thirty year old woman, was just learning about how this "iron hand" could be applied. Divorced for a short time, she had fallen into the clutches of Monsieur Georges, who wanted her to perform acts that she, with her fine upbringing, found repulsive, sickening and horrible.

In order not to lose valuable time, he had been forced to be really brutal wilh Marthe. Having partially undressed her, he administered a thorough thrashing while constantly uttering terrifying threats. He had then dragged her into a cellar where a blood curdling spectacle had greeted her eyes.

A pretty blonde girl, who was attached to a rack that was against the wall and who was illuminated under the glare of a spotlight, let loose cries of suffering and protestation the moment that they walked through the door.

"Let me down! I can't stand it any longer! I'm in horrible pain! My breasts are being ruined! I swear I'll obey! I'll do anything you want!" the pinioned woman screamed.

"You see, Marthe" said Monsieur Georges. "This little whore put on airs and graces! She was fussy about her clients. She gave free rides, and she wouldn't go with blacks or Arabs. Well, I'm licking her into shape. She's going to have droopy, dangling tits for the rest of her life. Look at her. She's ready for anything now! Now I'll be able to put both of you into a house where you'll take on all these nice foreign gentlemen. But don't worry though, my dear Marthe. You won't have to look at them. Most of them will be ramming their cocks up your tight, little ass hole, so they'll be behind you!"

The rain of tears that his words brought on was a sure sign that the woman understood him perfectly.

The date was set and a sumptuous meal was provided to set the tone of the evening. To assure the right atmosphere, the boss, Mr. Gerard, also counted on the allure of Claire, his friend and secretary.

But at the moment when things were just getting down to business, Anne refused to undress, and especially refused to make an exciting spectacle of her body. Claire gently intervened with Anne, even daring to affectionately caress her, but nothing would change her mind.

Pierre, Anne's husband, became furious. He grabbed his wife's hands and managed to tie them together. Then he pulled off her skirt, blouse, bra and panties, and enjoyed himself by letting her feel the sling of the martinet on her breasts and thighs.

"You will lie down and spread your legs" Pierre ordered. "I would like Claire to demonstrate how susceptible you are to certain kinds of intimate stroking, and if you refuse again I'll yank out your cunt hair by its roots!" he emphasised his threat by jerking out a few tufts of her pubic hair, making her squeal with pain.

"Well are you ready to obey?" he demanded.

"Yes! Yes! I'll let her do it! But, I beg you, please slop hurting me!" Anne wailed.

"But that's not all" Pierre continued. "Afterwards I want you to suck Claire's cunt and make her come. And while you are servicing Claire, Mr. Gerard will fuck you in the ass and Claire can suck me off at the same time. Mr. Gerard likes everything to go like clockwork, so let's make this a real team effort!"

Nothing was spared Nathalie. The most biting indignations that Sylvie's fertile mind could dream up, the most shameful drudgeries, the most extreme stimulations - it all went on.

Every morning Nathalie had to remain completely naked while she serve breakfast-in-bed to her husband and daughter. She had to wait while they ate it and suffer the cruel and spiteful remarks that they made about her. She was forced to watch the two of them have sexual intercourse two or three times per day and then maintain their intimate hygiene afterwards. No bowl, water or wash-cloth was provided for this task. Nathalie was expected to use her mouth to suck Paul's sperm out of her daughter's cunt and ass and had to lick and suck Paul's penis clean, regardless of which of her daughter's holes he had last been up. Nathalie accepted all of this without bad grace, in fact she found a masochistic satisfaction in it.

Punishments rained down on her heavily and often for the slightest reason, and sometimes for no reason at all. This gave Paul and Sylvie the opportunity to dream up more and more outrageous experiments in how far they could degrade her.

The most recent punishment, more fantastic than the others, had been choreographed with care and with finely detailed planning. It was decided that poor Nathalie had to walk the streets like a common whore, wearing an outfit that defied all decency. The three of them came to a street where the business was mainly shapely legs and easy smiles. The regulars had all been informed of what was to happen and found the whole thing a huge joke.

In a dark driveway, Nathalie's panties were removed, and, after a long hesitation, she walked out on to the street, her ass cheeks and her cunt unveiled and open to the view of the other street walkers and anyone else curious enough to look.

A bit further up the street Paul and Sylvie pressed together in each other's arms, watched their pitiful whipping girl and mother approaching. When Nathalie reached them, Sylvie simply could not contain her spiteful tongue any longer. "Oh Paul!" she said. "If a trick comes along and wants to fuck Mama, are you going to let him? I'd love to see that! I wonder how much we could get by selling her loose old cunt? Not much. I'll bet. She does look funny though! See the way her fat old ass swings from side to side as she walks! And look at those guys over there! They're not missing a moment of it!"

The establishment that they visited was well run, efficiently staffed and provided harmless "value-for-money" entertainment for every one who cared to patronise the place.

Our two heroes and our heroine found a table towards the rear of the club and sat back to watch the show, albeit with a certain degree of embarrassment on the part of the men. A new act had just begun, and the rather pretty stripper moved and gyrated well with the music. All in all, it was rather enjoyable.

At the end of her act a ripple of applause broke out which was quickly interrupted by some unexpected whistling. The audience turned to ascertain the source of this rudeness and saw that it emanated from an aggressive young woman who was accompanied by two rather "sheepish" looking men.

The show went on, each act being continually punctuated by loud, acidic comments from Elisabth, and the conclusion of each act was greeted by more derisive whistling, much to the annoyance of everyone else in the club. The manager was called to deal with the matter. He went to Elisabeth's table and asked the three of them to moderate their behaviour, but, of course, his request was ignored.

It was one of the stars, at whom a great deal of whistling had been directed, who came amongst the audience and invited Elisabeth to accompany her back-stage. Intrigued and glad to be the centre of so much attention, Elisabeth followed the performer, leaving her two classmates at the table as, unsurprisingly, back-stage was "off-limits" to men.

Suddenly cries, stamping, protestations and slaps could be heard above the general hubbub of the audience, which seemed to be coming from the "wings". And then Elisabth was frog-marched into centre stage by a stage-hand. Blushing and disheveled, her blouse open to reveal two pert and pretty breasts, her skirt hitched up to her hips, providing all who cared to look with a lovely view of her chubby, hairless cunt - a view so well lit that even her slit was clearly visible to her classmates who were still sealed at the back of the auditorium.

The applause and hoots of derisive laughter rose in unison throughout the club to greet our ridiculed and shamed heroine's first performance.