GANG BANGED BY THE CHAIN GANG
(Book Three of the ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series*)
By Aphrodite Hunt
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright 2012 by Aphrodite Hunt
Cover art by Aphrodite Hunt
Published by Aphrodite Hunt at Smashwords
WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT
The ‘Initiation’ series
Open Your Legs for Me
Blindfolded and Spread-eagled
Thighs Wide Apart
Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy
The Final Initiation
The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories
The ‘Initiation 2’ series
Open Your Legs for my Family
Bend Over for my Family
Publicly Display Yourself for Me
‘The Royal Captive’ series
Prince Miro’s Capture
Prince Miro’s Submission
Prince Miro’s Enslavement
Prince Miro’s Punishment
Prince Miro’s Escape
Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation
The Royal Captive: Vol 1 to 3
The Royal Captive: Vol 4 to 6
The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series
I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac
Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me
Gang Banged by the Chain Gang
Hot, Wet and Steamy (individual stories)
When He’s Inside You
My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper
The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense)
Her First Clit Ring
Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens
Dear reader, as this list is not always comprehensive due to more stories being churned out after this point in publishing, please visit http://aphroditehunt.blogspot.com/ for more stories and updates
GANG BANGED BY THE CHAIN GANG
1
Jake drops me at the orphanage after our unexpected stint at the police station. I’m feeling extremely sore, especially in my pussy and asshole from being fucked too hard. My nerves are still jangling all over from the electro-stimulation. My clothes have been hastily put back on and my top is not tucked back properly into the waistband of my skirt.
After kissing Jake goodbye, I sneak into the backdoor of the orphanage – a large three-story building shaped like the small letter ‘n’. I am on tiptoe, having taken off my heels.
Or at least, I attempt to sneak in. Ms. Tenenbaum greets me at the kitchen like an apparition from the ninth pits of hell, fire and brimstone snorting out of her nostrils.
I’m not kidding.
I freeze. There’s nothing anyone can do in this situation but stand there like a statue – petrified into silence and submission. Ms. Tenenbaum is a large woman – well over six feet tall. She’s lean and muscular from weight-lifting and (so the whisper goes) steroids from her athlete days. (She’s an ex-Olympic champion.) Her arms are crossed in that no nonsense stance that suggests I’m in for a whole lot of major trouble.
“It’s one thirty in the morning, Ms. Jamison, but that’s not the reason why I’m waiting up for you,” she says.
Oh, you mean there’s another reason?
I swallow, aware that my very short skirt is askew. And oh shit, shit, shit, where are my panties? I suddenly realize I’m not wearing any. Jake must have dropped them in the woods and when we were arrested, the good officers didn’t deign to pick them up. Probably knew I wouldn’t be needing any. Would she make me lift up my skirt and show her what they have done to my genitals? Will anything from my torrid night show?
Ms. Tenenbaum continues, oblivious to the multiple semen stains that must still smear my entire pussy and asshole, “Word has gone around of your behavior in your school Chemistry lab.”
Word has gone round? But only several people knew about that. Jake . . . and I’m sure he wouldn’t squeal to the rest of the school. Chip. Manfred. The Dragon. Principal Slade.
Oh fuck. It’s Chip. He can’t keep his mouth shut. Even when he’s sleeping, he’d still be talking.
“Yes, Ms. Tenenbaum?” I whisper.
“You’re eighteen, Ms. Jamison. You’ve long outstayed your welcome here. I warned you the last time that if I catch you doing anything that brings shame to this proud orphanage that I built with my own sweat and blood, I’d throw you out into the streets.”