Sissy rattled the chains attached to the shackles that hung her naked body to the wall.
"Help me! Help me please!" the blonde stripper moaned.
The flesh of her wrists and ankles was chafed from the rusty shackles.
Her massive tits sagged over her torso.
Her exposed twat throbbed painfully.
Sissy's Sex Master had shoved a thick, rubber dildo up that twat.
As his sex slave, she was required to keep it lodged firmly up her fuck hole until her master told her to release her grip.
Her cunt lips strained to keep the thick slab of rubber up her hole.
Her cunt walls ached.
The lips of her pussy were ruddy and red from the violence that had befallen them.
Sissy lifted her head as the door to the torture chamber opened.
She had hoped some kind soul had finally come to her rescue.
Her hopes were in vain.
A brawny man draped in black leather clothing swaggered through the door.
His face was hidden behind a leather death mask.
Sissy saw the bullwhip he wielded in his hand.
She squirmed and wriggled against the wall.
"Pplease! Don't whip me!" the terrified girl moaned.
But she knew it was no use.
Her Sex Master had her under his complete control.
She would have to submit her tender young flesh to whatever tortures he deemed fit.
Sissy screamed as the whip sailed through the air towards her drooping tits ...
CHAPTER ONE
The fat, bleary-eyed vultures at the tables guzzled down their Budweisers and waited hungrily for the next big-breasted slut to take the stage.
The juke box blared loudly, the speakers straining as the big bass beat threatened to blow them out of commission.
The air was thick with cigarette smoke.
The stench of stale alcohol and weeks-old sweat lingered in the dim corners of the joint.
The manager, Harry Tudball, had tried to jazz up the sleazy strip club with neon signs.
The red and yellow flickering lights only made the place more gaudy.
A fierce-looking bouncer stood guard at the swinging front doors.
The doors hung precariously from their hinges.
It seemed only a matter of time before they clattered to the floor, making company for the cigarette butts and empty Slim Jim wrappers.
The bouncer stared suspiciously at two grimy Puerto Rican youths tanked full of cheap booze who stumbled through the door.
Bart Pasternak (for that was the bouncer's name) grabbed one of them by the neck and grunted, "Hey, I don't want any trouble from you punks. Understand?"
The youth's eyes bulged from their sockets as the bouncer's thick fingers dug into his neck and threatened to snap it like a celery stalk.
His buddy stared in dazed horror, glad that he had not been the first to walk through the doors.
Julio gasped and choked and begged for mercy, his bronze body wriggling with discomfort.
Satisfied that he had made his authority known, Bart removed his fingers from the kid's bruised neck and shoved him into the haze of cigarette smoke.
Juan skitted quickly after his friend, his eyes quickly avoiding the slab of muscles and flesh that was Bart Pasternak.
They two Puerto Ricans were soon lost in the mob of drunken slobs.
Julio winced as he attempted to rub some comfort into his aching neck.
He found an empty stool at the bar and sat down.
Juan stood by his side, staring at the angry red welts that throbbed on the flesh of Julio's neck.
"Dios mio!" Juan gasped. "What the fuck that bastard have against us? All we want is a good time watching some of these foxy chicks strip off their clothes and wriggle their tits!"
"Seem to me like he ain't got nothing against us," Julio, spasms of agony still wracking the ravaged flesh. "Seem like he got something against me!"
Bart had made his point.
There would be no trouble from the two Puerto Rican youths that evening.
A slimy wisp of a bartender approached the kids and glared at them.
"What you want?" Barney Roidan asked.
He hated his job and it showed.
He hated the drunken slobs who came to the joint.
Fat men too ugly to get laid on their own.
Guys who had to get their sex through the vicarious means of voyeurism.
Barney hated the girls who worked at the joint.
Would-be prostitutes, most of them.
Jiggling their tits up on the stage in the harsh spotlight.
Stumbling around on gaudy highheeled pumps.
Pumped full of speed or coke.
Minds spinning as they traipsed around the stage, grinding their hips and trying to keep their g-strings around their sweaty hips.
Rolling their tongues along their brightly-painted lips.
Spreading their legs and wriggling their asses. They made Barney sick.
He had no idea why he had taken a job at "T & A Galore" (for that was the name of the strip joint).
An acquaintance at a night club had told Barney about an opening when he was fresh from bartending school.
Barney had been ecstatic when Harry Tubal I had hired him.
Visions of mixing Mai Tais had danced in his mind.
His dreams had been shattered when he realized, after the first week at T & A Galore, that the usual order was a Budweiser.
Occasionally, a daring customer ordered a Heineken.
Barney's thumb was sore from pulling up the can tabs night after night. .
He glared now at Juan and Julio, certain as to what their order would be.
They did not disappoint the bartender. "Two Buds," Julio said.
Barney sighed and shuffled over to the bin filled with Buds and ice cubes.
The latest bland pop hit blaring from the juke box was drowned out by the sudden squeal of generic disco music from the stage speakers.
A roar of approval went up from the fuck-hungry slobs at the tables as the red velvet curtains parted.
A luscious Latin tease poked her head out of the opening and batted her false eyelashes.
Applause rose into the fog of cigarette smoke.
Cat calls flew towards the spot-lit stage.
Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro attempted to slink onto the stage.
Her head was spinning from too many toots of cocaine.
Her exposed thighs trembled as she slid from behind the curtains into the blaring spot lights.
Consuela fixed a pathetic little sneer on her face as she strutted before the sea of yelling, clapping ogres.
Their eyes ogled her shapely brown thighs.
Their cocks swelled in their polyester slacks at the sight of her massive breasts hidden behind the lace finery of a frilly black brassiere.
Wails of delight rose from the crowd as Consuela's fingers crept down her thighs and slid around her pelvic bone.
She slid her long, red fingernails into her minuscule black g-string and plucked at the elastic band.
TAKE IT OFF, YOU PUERTO RICAN SLUT!" a rather rude customer called out.
A roar of agreement went up from drunken slobs all over the club.
Consuela ignored the comment.
Her fingers slid from her g-string to her exposed butt cheeks.
She swiveled her hips as her body whirled around.
She thrust her ass into the spot-light, offering the smooth flesh of her butt to the audience for its pleasure.
The audience was pleased with that piece of sexy ass meat.
"LEMME SHOVE MY BIG COCK UP YOUR ASS, CHICA!! " another rude customer yelled.
Juan nudged Julio as Consuela wriggled around the stage.
"Look at them tits," he hissed.
He could feel his thick, young cock swelling in the close confines of his jeans.
Juan winced and shifted his ass on the stool.
He rearranged his underwear so that his stiff rod slid down his leg.
Julio took a sip of beer and stared hungrily at the half-exposed boobs that jiggled in the spot light.
"I sure wouldn't mind sliding my dick between those bazookas," he grunted.
Perfectly aware of all the boners she was causing, Consuela traipsed across the stage in her pumps, cooing and pouting as she slid her fingers over her tits.
Those slender digits rolled over the frilly fabric of her brassiere.
Consuela felt the fervor in the audience hit a feverish peak.
She decided it was time to strip off her bra.
She slid her right hand from her tit and reached behind her back for the clasp.
Her right bra strap crept down her shoulder.
The drunken cries rose anew ...
*****
Meanwhile, in Harry Tuball's office ...
Harry's beady pig-eyes drank down the shapely body of the perky young girl seated opposite him.
Straight off the Greyhound from Port Authority, he could tell.
The girl still retained an aura of neatness and innocence not found in most New Yorkers.
Especially those New Yorkers who made their living in Harry's profession.
Her silky blonde locks flowed down to her shoulders.
Her eyes were wide and as blue as the cornflowers that peppered the fields surrounding her mid-western home-town.
Her mouth was incredibly kissable, yet looked as if many men had not had the pleasure of kissing it.
Her tits stood firm and high under the pink cashmere sweater that stretched over the massive mounds.
Her legs were crossed primly.
Harry barely caught the shape of her thighs under the dainty white skirt that snaked up her knees.
Kathy Koppelheimer timidly cleared her throat.
She caught the direction of Harry's lecherous stare and demurely slid her skirt to a respectable level over her knees.
Her eyes flared momentarily with anger and embarrassment.
Harry fell back in his chair and chomped on a foul-smelling cigar.
Harry Tuball was a flabby mass of pink flesh.
His lardy, sweaty body was forced into a pinstriped suit that hadn't been washed since Nixon had been forced from office.
His eyes were blood-shot and watery.
His breath stank of cheap liquor.
His teeth were as yellow as his shirt.
A crumpled tie wound underneath the collar of that once-white shirt.
He grunted as he rested in his chair, his eyes continuing to take in the lovely sight before him.
Kathy looked at him inquiringly.
'Well?" she said finally.
Her voice was clear and crisp.
Her elocution tutor in Harrisburg, Idaho had successfully exorcised any trace of a mid-western drawl.
Harry's eyes dropped from the slopes of Kathy's tits.
He stared down at the eight by Jen glossy she had handed him.
He picked up the photograph with his fat fingers and reread the resume on the back.
Large roles in the Harrisburg High School's Drama Club productions.
Small roles in the Harrisburg Little Theater Group's productions.
Can do accents well: British, French, German.
Can twirl a baton.
Expert bowler.
Harry's weary eyes stared up at Kathy once again.
She stared back, slight impatience evident by the pinched lips.
Harry shook his head.
This girl was a babe in the woods.
The wolves out there in the audience would tear her tender limbs from their sockets.
It wasn't worth hiring her, no matter how desperate for a job she said she was.
After a quick strut on the stage, she would run out of the spotlight, tears streaming down her face.
Harry felt sure she was a loser as s stripper.
Why was she being so goddamn stubborn?
"Lissen, little lady," Harry grunted, his jowls barely moving as he spoke. "I already told you twice. I don't know how many more times I can say it. You don't really want a job like this. You ain't got the experience for a job like this. To tell you the truth, you're too innocent for a job like this. Them guys out there, they're nothing but trouble. They got all sorts 'a tricks to use to get you inta bed with them. I don't want any rape cases brought against me and the club."
Kathy's pinched lips grew more pinched.
A look of defiance came into her eyes as she straightened herself up in the chair with an air of dignity.
"Innocence does not necessarily imply ignorance," she said primly. "I realize that I am naive to the ways of New York City residents. But I am reasonably certain I shall be able to restrain the advances of your ... er ... customers with my intelligence and ... well, scathing insults. I can assure you that one dose of my acid tongue will discourage them from trying any ... er ... funny business."
Harry chomped loudly on his cigar.
A dribble of tobacco juice oozed out the side of his mouth and trickled down his chin.
He sighed as he wiped it away.
"Hey, I'm sorry babe."
He grunted as he threw the eight by ten glossy across his desk.
"No go," Harry said with an air of finality.
Kathy's indignant, prim manner appeared to crumble before his blood-shot eyes.
She lunged forward in her chair and clutched the edge of her desk, a look of desperation creasing her facial features.
Her eyes welled with tears of frustration.
"Please! Please!" the little girl from Idaho begged. "You've got to give me this job! You've got to give me at least one chance out there on the stage! I arrived in the city a week ago, and am dying of starvation! You've got to give me a chance! Please!! "
Harry Tuball was a conniving bastard of a man.
But he was a conniving bastard with a big heart.
His heart was as big as his body.
As the tears rolled down Kathy's high cheekbones, he found himself unable to throw her out of his office without a chance of what she had termed "stardom on the stages of New York City."
Hell, if she was that set on humiliating herself in public, Harry wasn't going to turn her away.
His entire body rippled as a sigh erupted from his throat.
"Okay," he said. "One chance."
Kathy's tear-strained eyes lit up at once.
Her hands flew from around the edge of the desk as she wiped her tears.
A stream of gratitudes babbled from her lips.
"Thank you! Thank you ever so much!" Kathy wailed.
Her entire body shuddered with delight.
"Oh, how may I ever repay you?! "
Harry looked at her sharply.
He was a conniving bastard with a big heart.
And a never ending lust for hot, tight pussy.
Especially innocent pussy that had just stepped off the bus from Idaho.
Pussy as unspoiled as the potatoes that grew in Kathy Koppolheimer's back yard garden patch.
His cock twitched in the crotch of his polyester suit slacks as he stared Kathy's young body up and down.
She was staring at him across the desk, her eyes wide and eager.
Harry had a hunch her body would be as eager to please as her eyes.
"There is one way you can repay me. babe."
Kathy gasped as Harry suddenly reached under his desk.
She heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
"Oh ... my!" Kathy gasped.
Her hand went up to her mouth.
Her eyes almost popped from their sockets.
"Bbut...." she wailed, her cheeks growing flush. "Wwasn't this exactly what you warned me against? Ddidn't you tell me that if any of the customers approached me I wasn't to...."
A cunning gleam suddenly came into Kathy's blue eyes.
She nodded her head knowingly.
"I see...." she said. "This was all a trap. To see if I could really keep all those sex-starved winos out of my panties..
Her firm voice began to falter as Harry slowly shook his head and indicated that his actions were not part of a trap.
"Come around here and suck my cock," Harry growled. "The stiff cock in my hand will show you this isn't any trap. This is the real thing."
Kathy's eyes welled with tears once again.
"But ... If I don't ... if I refuse...."
Harry shook his head with exaggerated sorrow.
"No job without a blow job...." he grunted.
His fingers slid up and down his throbbing tool.
Harry was getting impatient.
His cock was hard and throbbing and ready to be sucked.
"Get your ass over here ... NOW!" he demanded.
Kathy jumped from the chair.
"Yyes, sir...." she said, a new determination in her voice and the tears drying in her eyes. "I suppose I must do what is required if I am to secure a job in this horrid, horrid city of yours."
She stepped swiftly around the desk and stared down at the thick cock waiting for her lips.
Kathy gasped.
"My! It's so ... so ... large!"
"Stop with the comments and start with the sucking," Harry sneered.
"Yes, sir!" Kathy said.
She fell to her hands and knees between Harry's spread thighs.
Kathy dug her fingers into the flabby flesh of the man's thighs.
She stared down at the cock sticking out of the fly in his crotch.
Kathy figured the dick measured at least nine inches in length.
Not having been very good in geometry, she was unable to measure the circumference of the shaft by sight.
But Kathy didn't need higher mathematics to be able to tell that the cockhead seemed about the same size as her fist.
Kathy gulped.
Harry's fingers fell onto her blonde locks and clamped down upon her skull.
Kathy yelped as Harry forced her face into his crotch.
The blood-engorged cockhead slid between her lips and plunged into her mouth.
"Yeah, bitch! Suck my cock!" Harry grunted.
He lifted his massive ass off the chair and forced his rod into Kathy's gaping mouth.
Kathy gagged as the meaty cockhead rammed against the back of her throat.
She rolled her tongue along the mushroom-shaped cockhead.
She hollowed her cheeks and locked the thrusting cock within the moist darkness of her mouth.
Kathy's blonde head bobbed up and down between Harry's flabby thighs as inch after inch of dick meat was introduced into her mouth.
Harry let loose with a Neanderthal grunt and pounded every last inch of cock into her mouth.
Kathy felt the head of the cock pop past the back of her mouth and plunge past her tonsils.
That fist-sized dickhead lodged deep in Kathy's throat.
Panic rose in the young girl's breasts as she found breathing increasingly difficult.
She clawed at the slabs of flesh that were Harry's legs.
Harry slid his cock swiftly out of her throat, leaving only the cockhead lodged between her teeth.
Saliva dripped from Kathy's mouth and trickled down the thickly-veined shaft.
Harry rammed his cock once again down her throat.
In and out that massive cock traveled.
Kathy's talented tongue soon caught the rhythm of the man's thrusts.
She lavished dripping strokes of her tongue over the slab of cockmeat.
Harry threw back his head, his picture the face of ecstasy.
"Yeah! Yeah!" the fat man grunted, loving the feci of that hot tongue whipping back and forth over his rod.
Harry felt his balls trembling with pre-orgasmic delight.
'Take that cock down your throat, bitch!" Harry grunted. "I'm gonna come! I can feel my jism bubbling up! YEAH! YEAH!! "
Sweat trickled down his brow.
His face was bright pink with rapture.
He felt the jism bubbling up in his wrinkled scrotum.
It was only a matter of seconds before he shot his wad down Kathy's throat.
Before he flooded the mouth of the innocent little girl from Idaho.
Kathy's fingers gripped the base of his shaft.
Her fingers tickled the thicket of pubic hairs that surrounded the base of the shaft.
"AAAARRGGHH!! " Harry wailed.
His loins exploded with orgasmic delight.
Load after creamy load of jism spurt from his turgid cockhead and emptied deep down Kathy's throat.
Kathy drank down as much of the funky stuff as she could.
Droplet of come spurt out the sides of her mouth and trickled down her chin.
She didn't stop to wipe them off.
She continued to gobble down the hot wads of come.
Jism spurt down her throat and traveled to her stomach.
Harry forced the last dewy droplet of come from his prick.
He swiftly pulled his satisfied member out of Kathy's gasping mouth.
Kathy fell to the floor between Harry's thighs.
Her face was drenched with sweat.
Her long blonde locks were dark with perspiration.
She wiped a stray strand of hair from her eye s
She wiped the jism from her chin with the back of her hand.
Her tongue darted out of her mouth once again.
She lapped up Harry's jism from the back of her hand.
Kathy groaned.
Her jaws ached.
Her throat throbbed.
Harry grappled his quickly-deflating cock and shoved it into his fly.
He zipped up his trousers. He looked down at the exhausted girl on the floor between his legs. A cruel chortle of laughter escaped his throat Kathy looked up, slightly alarmed. "Wwhat's the matter?" she asked. "Welcome to New York City," was the reply.
CHAPTER TWO
Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro heaved a sigh of exhaustion as she collapsed in the dressing room stool.
Sissy Runner smacked her freshly-painted lips into a piece of toilet tissue and looked over at her fellow stripper.
Consuela looked as if she had been dragged through all seven stages of Dante's Inferno and back again.
Beads of sweat peppered her bronze flesh.
Her tits spilled over her torso, dropping from overexertion.
Shaking those babies in the spotlight did quite a number on them.
Consuela's mascara dribbled under her eyes.
The Festive Red lipstick had disappeared from her lips.
"Rough crowd out there tonight?" Sissy asked.
"Christ!" Consuela muttered. "Ain't never seen so many bastards in the joint as there is tonight! Damn near spit on two ass-holes in the front. Wanting to grab my cunt and shit like that."
Consuela lifted a limp hand towards the bottle of gin on the makeup table.
She was too weak to lift her body from the stool and reach the bottle.
"Jesus, Sissy. Could you hand me the booze? If I don't take a gulp of that shit, I'm gonna pass out before my next shift!"
Sissy handed Consuela the halffull bottle of gin.
Consuela's lips wrapped around the bottle top and guzzled down the cheap booze.
The bottle was almost empty in seconds.
Sissy turned her back and turned her attention to her reflection in the mirror.
She slapped some rough on her cheek bones.
Consuela sighed with relief as her throat and stomach bathed in the glow of the gin.
"Did that coke I gave you do the trick?" Sissy asked, winding mascara around her eyes.
"Sure did," Consuela said. "But I'm shaking so damn much, I need some booze to bring me down."
Sissy jumped at a stern knock on the dressing room door.
'Two minutes and you're on. Sissy," said a gruff voice from the backstage hallway.
"All right, all right!" Sissy groaned. "Them guys can keep their cocks in their shorts for a few more minutes if I'm late."
"Two minutes!" the voice warned, a bit more gruffly.
"Christ!" Sissy muttered, throwing her mascara into her makeup bag and hiking her g-string firmly around her hips. "Ain't no rest for a hard-working girl these days."
She stood up and gave her tits a few preliminary shakes in the mirror.
"Break a tit," Consuela said, a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
Sissy's eyes rolled in the back of her head.
"I just hope that pervert isn't in the club tonight." she said. "I don't wanna disappear into the Bermuda G-string like them other girls last week."
"You ain't joking," Consuela replied, killing off the bottle and tossing it towards an overflowing garbage bag. "I say a prayer every night I step up on that stage."
Sissy snorted.
"Don't you worry your ass about nothing," she said. "That guy don't seem to like nothing but blondes."
She ran her slender fingers through her luxurious blonde locks. "I figger I'm the one that's got to find religion nowadays."
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!!
"Get your ass outa there NOW!" hollered the voice from the hallway.
"JESUS CHRIST!! " Sissy shrieked, staring at her ass in the mirror for a second before she vaulted towards the door.
She wrenched it open and glared at Harry Tudball.
"Jerk!" she hissed with a sneer.
Sissy barely glanced at the new girl standing by his side.
Harry smacked Sissy on the ass as she hastened down the hall towards the stage.
"That's my best girl," Harry grunted to a wide-eyed Kathy Koppelheimer. "Sissy Runner. That's her stage name. Been working with the joint over a year now."
"Gracious!" Kathy gasped. "Her outfit was ... rather revealing! Am I expected to dress up in that vulgar manner?"
Harry guffawed with harsh laughter.
"Whatya think I want ya to wear?" he asked. "A mink wrap and a string of cultured pearls?"
He shook his head silently.
Damn fool girl, he thought to himself. She won't last a week ... if she even gets through tonight in one piece!
A groan came from the open dressing room door.
Kathy peered into the harshly-lit room.
Consuela had dragged her overworked and over-drugged body to the chair before the mirror, wrapped her naked flesh in a threadbare robe and was staring at her scraggly mess of raven hair.
"Who's that?" Kathy whispered.
"That's Consuela de something-or-other-Spanish-crap," Harry replied. "She's between shifts. And I'm gonna put her to work, trying to fit you out in something like that girl you seen running onto the stage."
The color rose in Kathy's peaches and cream complexion.
"Goodness!" she gasped. "I'm glad I shaved my legs this evening!"
Harry shrugged his flabby shoulders.
"Don't really matter," he said. "Some of them guys like a girl with a forest under her armpits."
He spat on the hallway floor.
"Some of them bastards take anything they can get their hands on."
He pushed the dressing room door open wide and ushered Kathy inside.
Consuela looked up from the mirror, ran her eyes over Kathy's figure and groaned.
"Jesus mother-fucking Christ," she wailed. "You want me to train another bitch?"
Kathy was severely taken aback at the stripper's rude manner.
She clutched her breasts through her cashmere sweater and seemed to teeter on the verge of fainting.
"Cut the crap or I dip my hand inta your tips again," Harry snarled.
He shoved Kathy towards the Puerto Rican girl on the chair before the mirror.
"You get her some togs and show her how to shake her ass," Harry said. "She's gonna go on stage after Sissy finishes her piece."
Consuela's dark eyes blazed with hatred.
The hatred soon faded, however, as a sudden wave of exhaustion shook her body.
She slumped her arms over the makeup counter.
"Whatever you say, boss," she sighed. "Ain't got any g-strings left, though. Them damn girls take them with them when they disappear like they been doing."
Kathy noticed a sharp intake of breath from the direction of her obese boss.
She turned and faced him inquiringly.
"Disappearances?" she asked innocently. "What's this all about?! "
She saw Harry glare at Consuela with such bottled violence that the Puerto Rican stripper seemed to shrink into her chair.
"Sorry, boss," she muttered.
She turned to Kathy.
"Don't know what I was talking about, babe." She slid out of the chair and staggered towards Kathy.
The little girl from Idaho was rather alarmed by the stripper's obvious state of exhaustion.
"Lend her one of your g-strings," Harry suggested, a look of warning still lingering in his eyes. "And if there's no tops left, wrap some feathers around her tits. She's gonna bare 'em soon enough."
He turned and waddled out of the dressing room as quickly as his squat legs could carry him.
The door slammed shut violently.
"Goodness gracious me!" Kathy gasped. "What was that all about?"
But Consuela's eyes were veiled with secrecy.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
Apparently, Harry Tudball's threat had done its job.
Consuela dug into her bag for a spare g-string. "What's your name?" Consuela asked with obvious disinterest.
"Kathy," Kathy beamed.
She put out her hand and received a frilly red g-string instead of a handshake.
"I'm Consuela," Consuela muttered. "You work in a strip joint before?"
Kathy's face turned bright pink.
She shook her head.
"Why, no," she said. "I'm afraid not."
Consuela broke out into a violent stream of angry Spanish.
Kathy backed away in terror, wringing the g-string through her fingers.
"Get outa them clothes and crawl into that g-string," Consuela said. "I'm gonna give you a crash course in shaking your ass and tits."
She glanced down at Kathy's pocket book.
"You bring a tape with music to dance to?" she asked.
Kathy's brow wrinkled.
"Well, no...." she said slowly.
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
"But I do believe I have a tape in my Walkman! It would be perfect to dance to!"
"What you got?" Consuela asked. "Madonna? Prince? Tina Turner?"
"Why ... er ... no. But it does contain some marvelous John Denver and Anne Murray selections!" Kathy beamed proudly.
The violent stream of Spanish erupted anew.
*****
Kathy looked self-consciously between her legs.
She had stripped herself of her clothes and undies.
She had slid the frilly red g-string up her shapely thighs and wound it around her waist.
Tufts of light pubic hair poked out of both sides, no matter how much she tried to shove into the tiny triangle of lace.
She blushed at the sight of her pussy crack blatantly visible in the flimsy fabric.
Kathy thought the g-string incredibly vulgar.
But she supposed that was the point of the outfit.
Consuela had attached pasties to her nipples.
Big black stars graced the tips of Kathy's massive breasts.
The slopes of her tits were peppered with goose bumps.
Her nipples ached under the black stars.
Consuela handed her a stole of limp black feathers and instructed Kathy to drap it around her shoulders.
"Hide them stars with the feathers," the Puerto Rican said. "The bastards will think you got nothing on underneath."
"Won't they be disappointed when I take off the stole and they see the stars instead of my ... er ... nipples?" Kathy inquired.
"Don't matter," Consuela said. "'Coz then you're gonna rip them big black stars off your nipples and shake your bare tits in their faces."
Kathy's eyes grew wide with horror.
"Gracious!" she gasped.
She stared down between her legs.
"And ... and ... my ... er ... private area?"
"You gonna slide that g-string down to your ankles and show them your cunt, too," Consuela said.
Kathy's mouth broke into a horrified pout as tears welled in her eyes.
"Then, you gonna turn around and shove you ass in those bastard's faces. You gonna spread your ass-cheeks and show them your butt crack. You gonna turn around again, grab your cunt lips and let them stare at that juicy pussy meat of yours."
"NO! NO!! " Kathy sobbed, tears of hysterical grief streaming down her face. "This is horrid! Simply horrid!! "
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Consuela sneered as she placed her hands on her hips and stared the shuddering girl up and down.
She knew just how to deal with these hysterical cases.
SMACK!!
"Shut up, bitch!"
Kathy yelped as her head smacked against the wall of the dressing room.
"You wanna work or not?! " Consuela seethed. "I ain't gonna waste my time on a stupid cunt that don't do what I say."
Kathy sobered immediately.
The hunger pangs in her stomach were more intense than her pride at the moment.
She nodded her head quietly, drying her tears.
"I ... I'm sorry...." she moaned.
Kathy squealed as the door suddenly flew open.
Consuela's head shot around and glared angrily.
Her anger quickly changed to fear.
"What you doing in here?! " she demanded of the two Puerto Rican youths that barged into the dressing room. "Who let you back here?! "
Julio snickered as he waved his switchblade in the stripper's face.
"Nobody let us back here," he said.
Juan nudged his buddy and pointed into the corner towards the cringing Kathy Koppelheimer.
"Lookee here," Juan said. "We got ourselves two for the price of one!"
He reached into his pocket and flicked out a switchblade of his own.
"So much for worrying who gets a piece of snatch first," Julio grinned. "I get the Puerto Rican slut."
Juan patted his bulging crotch hungrily.
"My cock sure does enjoy a piece of white twat!" he said with a lewd glare in Kathy's direction.
Kathy whimpered with terror.
Consuela sighed and snapped, "Shut your trap, Kathy. Shit like this happens all the time. We gotta let these ass-holes fuck us, or they're gonna slit our throat."
"Bbut...." Kathy gasped. "This is unlawful!
They're going to rape us! Surely we have rights as-"
SMACK!!
Kathy groaned as her head smacked against the wall once again. Her mind reeled.
She was dimly aware of Juan telling her to shut her mouth.
He slid the cold point of the switchblade under her throat and glared down at her, his brown eyes smoldering with lust.
"I can't wait to slide my cock up your white cunt, bitch!" he said with a sneer.
Consuela wailed as Julio grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the wall.
"We gotta make this quick," Julio hissed to his buddy. "That ugly whore on the stage is almost through with her shift. She gonna be back in here in fifteen minutes or so."
Juan licked his lips and stared hungrily between Kathy's legs.
"Only gonna take me fifteen minutes of pumping to this pink pussy meat to make me shoot my wad," he moaned.
Kathy whimpered with fear as the Puerto Rican youth grabbed the feather stole and stripped it from her shoulders.
Kathy moaned with grief as he pulled the black pasties from her tits.
Juan moaned with horny heat as he stared at the pancake-sized nipples that appeared inches before his face.
"Mmmmm! Mighty line nipples!" Juan grunted.
Sure that Kathy wouldn't reject his advances any more, he threw his switchblade to the floor and backed Kathy into the corner.
The blonde-haired beauty sobbed and moaned as Juan's big fingers dug into the flesh of her tits.
He ground his crotch into her g-string.
Kathy's lips trembled and her eyes clamped shut as she felt the youth's stiff member press against the delicate lips of her twat.
Juan's fingers ran up and down the slopes of her tits.
His fingers pressed together as they approached her nippies.
Kathy winced as Juan pinched her nipples as tightly as he could.
Spasms of agony shot through the sensitive flesh of her titties.
Juan parted his full-bodied lips.
His tongue wriggled out of his mouth.
Kathy gulped as she felt his tongue slid between her teeth.
She sensed it would be madness to bite that tongue.
She accepted it into the moist cavern of her mouth.
Juan's tongue wriggled back and forth inside Kathy's mouth, inching closer and closer to her tonsils.
Kathy gagged as Juan's tongue shot down her throat.
Her gurgles of agony rose into the air.
Juan's fingers slid from her nipples.
Kathy wriggled her almost-naked body into the corner as she felt those fingers explore her maidenly delights.
Juan rammed his crotch between her legs as his hands traveled up and down her trim torso. His fingers were big and strong. His palms were sweaty.
The cunt-hungry young slid his hands between Kathy's legs.
Kathy's body shuddered as Juan grabbed himself a generous sample of hot pussy meat.
He slid his lingers under the frilly red g-string.
Kathy gasped as she felt the tips of his fingers slid up and down over her pussy lips.
She wriggled her ass into the corner. But there was only so much of her body she could slide into the safety of the corner.
Juan's fingers slid over her clitoris.
That tiny pole of lust throbbed under the fabric of the g-string.
Electric bolts of lust suddenly shot through Kathy's young body as Juan whip the tip of his index finger back and forth over her clitoris.
Kathy felt her pussy juices bubbling up in her womb.
She was terrified at the prospect of being raped by this brutal Puerto Rican pervert who had burst into the dressing room.
But no force on earth could force her to deny the waves of ecstasy that were beginning to shoot through her loins.
Juan felt Kathy's body shudder under his expert touch.
He felt her nipples grow hot and erect.
He felt her tits press against the massive plains of his well-defined pectoral muscles.
He felt Kathy's mouth accept his tongue with more eagerness than before.
He felt her wrap her lips around his slick tongue and slurp it hungrily down her throat.
Juan's cock twitched with delight as he smiled smugly to himself.
Once these bitches were prisoners under his expert touch, they soon learned to love the act of rape.
His fingers slid quickly out of Kathy's g-string.
A bit too quickly.
The flimsy cord around her waist snapped in two and the frilly red g-string slid down her thighs.
Juan's tongue slid out of Kathy's gasping mouth.
He stared down at the exposed twat, a horny grin spreading across his lips.
Kathy's young twat lips poked out of the thicket of kinky pubes that graced the flesh of her pelvis
They were dripping with cunt juices.
Kathy's twat erupted with a fresh stream of love liquid.
Hot streams of pussy juice traveled up her tunnel Of lust.
Her cunt walls were slick with cunt liquid.
Tiny droplets of love juice oozed out of her twat lips and glistened on the trembling flaps.
Her pubic hair was drenched with horny heat.
She threw her arms around Juan's broad shoulders and slid her hips up to his crotch.
"Fuck me! Fuck me quick'" she begged with hungry desperation.
Juan sneered at her.
His hand Hew back in the air.
Kathy's eyes widened as she saw the sweaty palm sweep through the air towards her dainty face.
SMACK"
Kathy's skull cracked against the wall. "Let's not forget who's raping who here," Juan growled.
As Kathy's body straddled against the wall in a daze, Juan reached down to the zipper of his jeans. ZZIIIPPP!!
The horny Puerto Rican hunk tugged his fly open. His hand darted in and grappled his throbbing cock.
Juan tugged his cock out of his jeans and thrust his hips forward.
Kathy gasped as she felt the thick slab of fuck meat slide up her thighs.
Juan grabbed her wrists and threw them against the wall.
Kathy winced as his fingers pinched the flesh of her wrists.
Juan's tongue slid back into her mouth as he pressed his sweaty body against her own.
Kathy felt the kid's cockhead inch closer and closer to her dripping twat.
Her nipples danced with terror and delight atop her breasts.
Her tits were squashed under the weight of the Puerto Rican's brawny body.
Juan's legs shot out and spread Kathy's thighs wide.
His cockhead slid through her sweat-drenched pubes.
Kathy's mind reeled as the fist-sized cockhead pressed against her twat lips.
She felt the mushroom-shaped knob stretch her cunt lips.
Juan took a deep breath.
WHAM!!
Kathy's eyes bulged in their sockets as her cunt was suddenly stuffed chock full of pulsating cock-meat.
Juan's cock shot down her fuck canal.
Kathy's tight twat stretch to allow the amazing girth of the Puerto Rican prick deep into her womb.
Juan grunted as he buried his cock up to the hilt in Kathy's cock.
He held her naked body tight against the wall.
His fingers dug into her wrists.
His balls smacked against her pelvis.
Juan began to fuck the shit out of Kathy Koppelheimer.
CHAPTER THREE
Julio slid the gleaming blade of his switchblade under Consuela's trembling chin.
The stripper felt the cool metal press lightly against the delicate flesh of her neck.
She knew that one false move would sent rivers of blood spurting out a neat slit in her neck.
Consuela trembled against the wall as Julio stared longingly into her eyes.
"I seen you up there on the stage shaking them big tits of yours, slut!" he hissed. "And I can't wait to get a taste of 'em. You don't seem like you're very smart. But I know you're smart enough to keep from struggling while I attack your body with my cock. Right?"
Consuela swallowed with fear.
"Yyou heard me tell the other girl we gotta do what you perverts want," she whimpered. "This kinda shit happens all the time. Abuse my goddamn body. Millions before done it. Millions more will follow. I give up caring."
Julio slid the menacing blade from under Con-suela's neck and snapped it shut.
He nodded and wrapped his fingers firmly around her frail shoulders.
"That's what sluts like you get for strutting your stuff around in public," he hissed with contempt. "You're no better than a cheap Times Square whore!"
He spat on her face.
Consuela grimaced as the spittle caught her right eyelid and trickled down her cheek.
She glanced over at Juan and Kathy, madly rumping away in the corner, and cursed inwardly.
It always seemed to her as if the new girls got the best of all deals.
Kathy was thrusting her hips forward to take a meaty slab of Puerto Rican dick up her sugar walls, and Consuela was wiping spit from her face.
Life was a chore at times.
Julio grabbed the terry cloth robe wrapped around Consuela's naked form.
She wailed as the cunt-starved thug stripped it from her body.
Julio glanced his prey up and down.
He was pleased at what he saw.
Consuela's body looked more tasty than it had under the harsh spotlights of the stage.
Her bronze breasts were supple and firm.
An erect nipple graced the top of each.
Her thighs were shapely, her waist slim.
A well-trimmed triangle of black pubes framed the dark brown entrance to Consuela's tunnel of delights.
Her golden brown flesh was smooth and lightly peppered with droplets of sweat.
Julio couldn't wait to get a taste of that gorgeous snatch.
He felt his cock throb painfully in the close confines of his crotch, begging to be released from its sweaty prison.
Julio reached down and tugged on his zipper.
The sound of the metal teeth giving way rose in the air.
Consuela slid her back against the wall and waited to be impaled on the end of Julio's cock.
Her body trembled with disgust and fear.
These sudden rape sessions were by no means new to the experienced stripped, but they filled her loins with repulsion nevertheless
Consuela sighed and braced herself against the wall, preparing for the assault.
Julio kicked the bathrobe away from Consuela's feet.
He reached into his fly and wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft.
He tugged his meaty member into the open.
Consuela's nose wrinkled with distaste as the throbbing prick was pulled into view.
Julio's cock slightly bigger than his buddy's.
Nine thick inches of brown dick meat pulsated with horny heat under the touch of his fingers.
Julio reached back into his fly and tugged on his balls.
They spilled into the open, hanging several inches under his stilt slab of cockmeat.
Julio cupped his hands around the wrinkled sacs and fiddled with them.
His head darted towards Consuela's.
He shoved his tongue between her lips.
Consuela didn't fight his advances.
The memory of the switchblade still glistened in her mind.
She rolled her tongue around the tongue that had been introduced into her mouth.
Juan's lips pressed against her mouth.
They were full-bodied and dripping with hot spit.
Spit that still dribbled down Consuela's face.
She pressed the palms of her hands against the wall as Julio's tongue flickered back and forth down her throat.
Julio released the grip on his balls.
He thrust his hips forward.
Consuela gasped as she felt the thick cock slide between her inner thighs.
She felt Julio's balls squash against her pelvic bone.
Julio ground his cock and balls into Consuela's forest of pubic hairs
The flesh of his rippling torso pressed against her clitoris.
Consuela cursed the gods as she felt her clitoris throb and pulse with delight.
As much as she tried to deny it, the well-seasoned stripped enjoyed these surprise rapings.
It added a slight sense of danger and excitement to a sleazy world that had left her jaded years earlier.
Consuela's cunt began to drip.
Streams of sizzling cunt juices slid up her fuck canal as her clitoris throbbed.
They gushed between her legs like a steaming geyser.
Julio's tongue slid out of her mouth.
"You're gonna suck my cock, bitch!" he snarled, the menacing look still lingering in his brown eyes. "And if you bite, I'm gonna slit your throat! Down on your knees! Now!"
Consuela sighed and slid down the wall to the floor.
Julio spread his thighs, one on each side of Consuela's naked form.
Consuela looked up from where she sat on her haunches.
Julio's cock towered above her, throbbing and pulsating in the harsh fluorescent light of the dressing room.
His balls were parallel to her nose.
Consuela obediently reached up and slid her slender fingers around the wrinkled orbs.
Julio threw back his head and groaned as Consuela caressed his balls.
The switchblade glistened threateningly in his left hand.
Consuela's head darted forward as the cock was lowered to the height of her mouth.
Julio's hands reached down and grabbed her by the nape of the neck.
"Get them lips around my prick, slut!" Julio ordered.
She stared at Julio's massive member.
A tiny dewdrop of pre-come oozed out of the piss slit that graced the head of the prick.
The shaft was covered with thick veins.
The flesh was dark brown.
Had Consuela not been forced into the situation, she reflected that Julio's dick would have looked much tastier than it did at the moment.
But she parted her lips anyway.
Her tongue wriggled out of her mouth.
The tip glistened with spittle.
Consuela's head darted forward.
She brought the tepid tip of her tongue towards the blood-engorged cockhead.
The flesh seemed to sizzle as Consuela's tongue pressed against the prickhead.
Consuela flickered her tongue back and forth over Julio's knob.
She slurped off the droplet of pre-jism and drank it down.
Her clitoris throbbed eagerly.
Julio thrust his hips forward.
Consuela grimaced as the grip around her neck tightened.
Julio was getting impatient.
"Come on, whore!" he snarled. "Suck that big Puerto Rican cock!"
Consuela wrapped her lips around the throbbing shaft.
Juan forced every inch of cockmeat deep into Consuela's mouth.
She gurgled as the massive prickhead pressed against the roof of her mouth.
Julio swi veled his hips and rammed his cock down Consuela's mouth.
Her stomach lurched as nausea swept through her limbs.
But Consuela had sucked many cocks in her life.
She was used to feeling a fat slab of prickmeat lodged deep down her throat.
The nausea soon passed and Consuela began to service the Puerto Rican's prick in earnest.
Her talented tongue shot back and forth over the meaty member.
Julio bucked his hips into Consuela's flush face.
His balls whizzed through the air and smacked against her chin.
Consuela grunted as the meaty orbs slapped against her flesh.
She continued to gobbled down the thick prick that slid in and out of her mouth.
Consuela's jaws ached.
Her lips grew increasingly raw.
Her throat was parched and dry.
But she continued to chow down on that meaty member as if her life depended upon it.
Julio soon felt his balls tremble with pre-orgasmic lust.
Those wet lips wrapped around his throbbing member felt so damn good!
The Puerto Rican thug grimaced as he plunged his cock in and out of Consuela's mouth.
He knew he would have to pull out or he would waste his load in her mouth.
And Julio had other plans for his hot gobs of cock juice!
Consuela gurgled as Julio grabbed the nape of her neck and thrust her head off his cock. A dribble of spit trickled out the side of her mouth.
She wiped it off with the back of her hand and looked up between Julio's hairless thighs, blinking uncomprehendingly.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "I bite you or something?"
"If you had bitten me you wouldn't be alive to ask that question," Julio grunted.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and slid them up and down the length of his shaft, wiping off the hot spit that lingered on his flesh.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he announced. "Back up against the wall, slut."
Consuela got up from her haunches and slid up the wall once again.
Julio threw the switchblade to the floor and grabbed her by the shoulders
Consuela winced as his fingers dug into her tender flesh.
Julio thrust his hips forward.
With one brutal stroke, he rammed every inch of his cock deep into Consuela's tunnel of lust.
Consuela arched her back and shrieked in agony as she was bulldozed by nine thick inches of cockmeat.
Julio smacked her across the face to keep her quiet.
Consuela's head cracked against the wall, burning with humiliation.
Julio shoved his member deep into her womb.
Consuela grunted as she felt the meaty cockhead slide down her fuck canal.
Her pussy lips stretched to allow Julio's dick entrance to her maidenly delights.
Julio slid his cock in and out of Consuela's steaming love pot.
Her love juices raced down her fuck canal.
Those sticky juices greased up his cock and made the brutal fuck slightly more bearable.
Not that Julio cared about hurting the stripper between the legs.
He didn't care if Consuela's cunt started bleeding.
All he wanted was one savage fuck up the old twat.
And he was certainly going to get it.
Julio's pants of lust filled the air as he rammed his cock home with increasing fury.
His balls battered the sensitive flesh of Consuela's pelvic bone.
His young ass muscles flexed and contracted as he thrust his hips home again and again. Julio's body was drenched with sweat. It was hard work pounding the pussy juices out of that tight hole!
Consuela's sugar walls wrapped eagerly around the massive shaft.
She clamped those slick walls around the big prick that plummeted deep down her hole.
That invaded her deepest depths.
Consuela closed her eyes and pressed her shapely ass against the wall.
Her body pounded against the wall with each brutal stroke Julio dealt her cunt.
Her pussy juices squirt like a fountain from her twat and trickled down her thighs.
"Oooh, yeah, bitch!" Julio grunted, sneering into her eyes. "Love that pussy! Sure do love that tight, tight cunt!"
Consuela bucked her hips up to meet the rhythm of his strokes.
Julio's fingernails clawed at the tender flesh of her shoulders.
Consuela was slightly alarmed at the ferocity of Julio's thrusts.
But she knew in the back of her mind that she was enjoying each ounce of pain that shot through her loins.
She clamped her eyes shut, her picture the face of agony.
But her clitoris was swollen with ecstasy! That big slab of Puerto Rican cockmeat sent spasms of rapture coursing through her limbs.
Consuela's nerves tingled with delight. She bit her lower lips as her entire body shuddered.
Her cunt erupted with a fresh river of cunt juices.
Julio felt those hot streams ol love juice grease up his cock.
He felt Consuela's cunt oozing its pussy juices.
He felt those hot streams of sticky stuff splattering over his balls.
Julio arched his back and rammed his cock up to the hilt in the stripper's cunt.
His mouth grimaced with extremely pleasure.
His entire body shuddered as his orgasm approached.
AARRGGHH!! " Julio suddenly wailed.
Consuela felt his hot, brown body tighten before her.
She felt Julio's limbs tense, attempting to hold back the streams of jism that threatened to shoot from his prick.
But no earthly force could hold back those streams of come from shooting forth.
Julio let loose with the wail of a wild animal caught in a trap.
His cock exploded deep up Consuela's ravaged cunt.
Consuela sighed and fell limp against the wall as the hot streams of come flooded her battered depths. Load after load of hot jism spurt from Julio's cock and emptied deep up Consuela's cunt.
Julio forced that last droplet of jism from his throbbing cock.
He groaned as he rested, his stiff shaft growing limp deep between Consuela's steaming cunt lips.
Julio roughly pulled his cock out of Consuela's twat.
The exhausted stripper sighed and her eyes Muttered open and shut.
Her battered body slid to the floor.
Julio looked down at her and chortled with cruel laughter.
Her looked around at his buddy.
Juan was still pumping heartily away up Kathy's aching cunt.
Her limbs ached, but her loins throbbed with rapture.
Her head was thrown back against the wall, the picture of rapture.
"Hurry up!" Julio hissed. "The other stripper whore will be off the stage in a few minutes'
He glanced at his watch.
Five minutes, to be exact.
Juan turned his head and faced Julio, his hips never losing their steady rhythm.
"Just a few more strokes and I'll be there, buddy!"
He turned back and faced Kathy once again, panting and groaning.
Julio grabbed his satisfied cock and stuffed it into his jeans.
His spit-soaked balls quickly followed suit.
Consuela languished against the wall, bathing in the afterglow of the brutal fuck.
Stray pussy juices oozed out of her ravaged twat.
Her legs were spread, her head nodding towards her drooping tits.
Julio kicked her in the thigh for good measure.
Consuela's body jerked.
A low moan escaped her parted lips.
She was silent once again, battered and bruised.
Meanwhile, in the corner, Kathy was shrieking with fuck-starved delight.
Juan still had her arms pinned above her head and against the wall.
His cock pounded in and out of her twat.
Cunt juices flowed like the rivers of Babylon between her legs.
Kathy's head flew back and forth against the wall, reeling with rapture.
"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! " she shrieked.
Juan let go of her left wrist long enough to smack her silent once again.
Kathy yelped with anguish as her cheek burned.
But she continued to buck her hips into Juan's groin, loving the feel of the meaty member as it attacked her private depths time after time.
And suddenly Juan felt his jism shoot up his shaft.
"YYEEAHH!! " the Puerto Rican rapist wailed.
Kathy cooed with delight as the thick wads of jism spurt up her tunnel of lust.
Juan shot his wad until every drop had emptied from his balls and flooded Kathy's womb.
Then he pulled his cock swiftly out of her cunt.
Kathy moaned as her twat lips snapped back into place.
Juan released his vise-like grip on her wrists.
Kathy's body crumpled to the floor in much the same way as Consuela's had.
Juan slipped his satisfied member into his jeans and grinned at his buddy.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," Julio said.
"You bet."
The two Puerto Ricans shot towards the door and disappeared down the hallway, their cocks throbbing happily in their crotches.
Consuela groaned and attempted to lift her battered limbs from the floor.
She failed miserably.
Kathy, who had not yet danced on the stage and who was not plied full of drugs and booze, finally stirred and wrenched herself out of the corner.
She teetered on weak knees across the floor of the dressing room towards Consuela.
"Goodness me!" Kathy gasped. "That was certainly the most bizarre incident! And you say this sort of thing occurs quite frequently?! "
Consuela lifted her head enough to give Kathy a cynical sneer.
"Just wait 'til you been working in this joint a few weeks," she said. "You gonna have spread your legs so many times your clit ain't gonna know what hit it!"
"Gracious!" Kathy gasped, the color rising in her face. "Nothing like this ever happened in Idaho!"
Consuela rolled her blood-shot eyes as she took Kathy's arm and hiked herself up from the floor.
"Where the fuck does Harry get them from?" she muttered to herself.
She looked Kathy's naked body up and down.
"You better get yourself into the bathroom and wash those pussy juices from your thighs," Consuela said. "Them bastards in the club notice every little detail. Gonna piss their pants if they see some dried up pussy juices caked onto your legs."
Kathy stared.
"You actually expect me to perform this evening after the vulgarities I've been subjected to?" she inquired with disbelief.
"Shit!" Consuela sneered, picking up her bathrobe and wrapping it around her aching limbs. "I heard you screaming with delight like you just won the Lottery or some stupid shit like that. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy the feel of thick Puerto Rican cock sliding in and out of your hole."
Kathy's face was bright pink.
"Well ... I ... er...."
Consuela shoved her towards the door.
"Get a move on," she snarled. "Sissy's gonna be off the stage in a few minutes. Them wolves will revolt if they don't get another slut to devour with their eyes more than five minutes after she steps outa the spotlight!"
Consuela grabbed a towel from the makeup counter.
"Wrap this around yourself," she said. "Wash that shit off your legs and hurry back. I gotta stick them goddamn pasties back on your tits before you get on stage."
"But ... er ... I...."
Kathy yelped as she was pushed out of the door. "Bathroom's the first door on the right," Consuela hollered.
Kathy pulled the towel tightly around her tits and wobbled off in the general direction of the bathroom.
Further down the darkened corridor, she heard rude shouts and cat calls over the blare of the disco beat.
"SPREAD THOSE PUSSY LIPS!! "
"LEMME SEE THAT BUTT HOLE, WHORE!! "
Kathy shuddered with disgust.
She slid through the first door on the right and was attacked by the stench of stale piss.
The young blonde woman flicked on the light switch and stared at herself in the mirror.
A sly smile passed her full-bodied lips.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" she muttered to herself. "I think I woulda killed myself if I had really just stepped off the bus from Idaho and got myself into a mess like this!"
The secret smile widened.
"Kathy" began to wash the cunt juices off her legs ...
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy glanced furtively up and down the dimly lit hallway before slipping the quarter into the slot of the pay phone.
She quickly tapped out the number of her editor on the touch tones.
"Hello. City Life Weekly," came the voice across the line. "May I help you?"
"It's Penelope Parker," Kathy hissed. "Give me Marcia. Quick."
"Yes ma'am. Miss Parker. Right away, Miss Parker."
Kathy tapped her foot impatiently as the connection was made.
A crisp female voice warbled through the receiver.
"Penelope!" the editor of City Life Weekly gasped. "What's been going on?! I was worried sick about you! You haven't blown your cover, have you?" "Of course not!" Kathy hissed. "You know me better than that, Marcia!"
"Then why didn't you get in touch with me last night as I asked you to?"
"Well, last night was a rather busy night for me."
Kathy winced as a spasm of pain suddenly shot through her ravaged twat lips, reminding her of brutal raping that had taken place in the dressing room the evening before.
'Tell me all about it," Marcia said. "Did you get the job?"
"Sure I did," Kathy said. "They fell for that corn-fed girl from Idaho cover like a ton of bricks."
"I would say it was more potato-fed than corn-fed," Marcia said with a giggle.
"Whatever," Kathy said. "Anyway, I didn't get a chance to ask anybody about the disappearances. But it was mentioned by one of the girls. The owner of this sleazy joint-"
"Harry Tudball?"
"Yes. Harry shut her up about it real quick."
"I see. Do you suspect him of engaging in any funny business?"
Kathy grinned into the receiver. 'Well," she said. "He certainly engages in some funny business, but I don't think it has anything to do with the disappearances."
"How do you mean?"
Kathy cleared her throat as her limbs began to tremble.
"Er ... he refused to give me the job unless I gave him a blow job."
"Penelope!" Marcia wailed in shock. "You didn't actually wrap your lips around his cock, did you?"
How could Kathy let her editor know that she was only too glad to perform the duty.
How could she let Marcia know that, in addition to being a first-class underground investigative reporter, she was a cock-lusting nymphomaniac?!
"I'm afraid I did," she said, her twat growing hot as she remembered those hot wads of jism that had spurt down her throat.
Her palms grew slick with sweat.
She tightened her grip on the telephone receiver.
"That's what I call dedication to your job!" Marcia said.
Little did Marcia know, Kathy's libido had more to do with it than her cover did.
Kathy quelled the horniness that swelled in her loins.
She continued the conversation with as natural a voice as possible.
"And you'll never guess what else happened last night!"
"You mean when you were on stage?" Marcia asked.
"Forget the stage," Kathy replied. "Nothing but a bunch of lecherous old farts yelling and whistling in drunken frustration."
"What happened then?! " Marcia begged to know. "Don't keep me in suspense!"
"This Puerto Rican stripper, Consuela, and I were in the dressing room before I went on stage. Two youths barged in and raped us at knifepoint!"
"Oh, my God!" Marcia wailed. "Are you sure you want to continue with this assignment?! We could put one of the men on it. They could get a job as a bouncer or something."
"Don't bother, Marcia," Kathy said. "To tell you the truth ... and I'm rather embarrassed to admit this...! really enjoyed that thick slab of stiff cock-meat pounding in and out of my hole!"
"PENELOPE!! "
"Oh, I know I compromised myself." Kathy went on. "But think of when the story comes out. It will make such marvelous copy! Don't you agree?! "
Marcia sputtered into the receiver, struggling for a reply.
"Well ... er ... I really don't--. .un...." Kathy's head jerked around as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. "I gotta go," she whispered into the phone. Marcia still seemed unable to reply. "But ... I ... er...."
Kathy slammed the receiver down.
She plastered a silly smile on her face as Sissy suddenly came into view under the dim lights of the hallway.
"Hi!" Kathy giggled, switching into a mid-western drawl.
Sissy cast the girl in overalls and plaid shirt a haughty sneer.
She stared at Kathy's golden blonde hair, which Kathy had cleverly pulled into pony tails that bobbed with sickly cuteness on either side of her head.
"Jesus Christ!" Sissy sneered. "Get those goddamn things out of your hair. You look like some twelve year old hick."
Kathy pouted.
"I like the way they look." she said, running her fingers through her pony tails. "All the girls in Harrisburg wear their hair like this!"
Sissy placed her hands on her hips and stared crossly at Kathy.
"Well, you're in New York City now, honey," she said. "Wake up and smell the goddamn coffee."
Sissy turned and stomped into the dressing room.
Kathy stifled a giggle.
Her cover seemed to be working perfectly.
She had tricked everybody at T & A Galore into thinking she was fresh from the potato fields of Idaho.
Little did Sissy, Consuela and Harry realize, Kathy Koppelheimer, nee Penelope Parker, was a native New Yorker from the Bronx who had infiltrated the club to get some hot magazine copy about the mysterious disappearances of strippers that had plagued T & A Galore for the past month or so.
Five strippers had suddenly vanished from the face of the earth, g-strings and all.
"Kathy" had been put on the job undercover by her editor Marcia Goldberg.
Kathy giggled as she ran her finger up and down her crotch.
Whether she learned anything about the disappearances was immaterial to Kathy. All she cared about was the thick cocks she was greeted with every direction she turned.
If only every assignment she got satisfied her intense desire for hot fuck action!
Kathy turned from the pay phone and walked down the hall towards the dressing room.
She poked her head in and looked at Sissy.
Sissy was still wearing her street clothes.
Her head was pressed against the mirror, her blonde locks cascading down her slender shoulders.
She looked up at Kathy and moaned, her eyes weary and blood-shot.
Dark circles caused her lower eyelids to droop.
"I have such a splitting headache," Sissy muttered.
"I'm just popping down to the Jolly Bee Yum Burger for some Chicken Buzzlets," Kathy said. "Shall I drop by a drugstore and pick up some aspirin for you?"
"Please!" Kathy said, gratitude creasing her frazzled facial features. "Triple strength Tylenol, if they have it."
"I'll be back in a jiffy."
Kathy scampered down the hall.
Sissy moaned and closed her eyes, placing her head back against the mirror.
Too many shifts.
Too many drugs.
Her head throbbed painfully.
Her limbs ached.
She was ready to split that sleazy joint, find a job in a fast food restaurant.
Maybe the Jolly Bee Yum Burger down the street was hiring ...
Sissy spread her legs on the stool and tried in vain to drift to sleep.
She shrieked as a pair of massive hands grappled her neck and squeezed the tender flesh.
"Shut your trap or I'll bludgeon you to death!" hissed a gruff male voice.
The powerful hands hiked Sissy off the stool and threw her against the wall.
Sissy caught the slightest glimpse of a brawny figure in black, a leather mask over the face, trundling towards her hurling figure.
She grunted as her skull cracked against the wall.
All went dark.
*****
The first thing Sissy noticed when she drifted back into reality was that her head throbbed with greater anguish than it previous to the attack.
The second thing she noticed was that she couldn't move her arms and legs.
The third thing she noticed was that she was stripped naked.
Her body was strapped against a damp, bumpy wall.
Her arms were over her head, locked in shackles attached to the wall.
Her legs were in the same predicament, spread wide to allow full exposure of her twat.
Sissy tugged on the shackles.
Escape was useless.
The shackles were made of heavy duty iron, rusted slightly as if they were antiques from an era when dungeon torture had been in vogue.
Sissy peered into the darkness that surrounded her.
She appeared to be held captive in a basement of some sort.
The walls were cobblestoned and clammy.
The floor was nothing more than dirt.
On that dirt stood a large wooden table that resembled a stretching rack Sissy had seen in the Tower of London on a trip to England a few years earlier.
A selection of dildos and vibrators sat on the stretching rack.
Beside the sex aids were a variety of bull whips.
Sissy gulped.
Her body trembled with terror. She began to sob.
The blonde-haired stripped knew now what had happened to the girls who had disappeared.
They had been abducted by the man in black to this sexual torture chamber. They had been forced to submit to his kinky, perverted desires!
Their twats had been invaded by the gargantuan vibrators!
Their butt holes had been ravaged by the thick rubber dildos!
The supple flesh of their tits had been lacerated by the leather bull whips'
Sissy was the latest in a long line of blonde bimbos who would be used and abused by the masked sadist!
Her sobs rose to shrieks of horror.
Her body languished against the wall, waiting for the arrival of the master.
Sissy wondered if she would ever gaze upon the gaudy neon lights of T & A Galore again.
She doubted it ...
*****
"WAKE UP, BITCH!! "
Sissy's head jerked up and her eyes flew open.
Her wrists and ankles were nothing more than pulpy slabs of ravaged flesh.
Her tits drooped from being hung up against the wall for God only knew how long.
Her sex master stood before her, resplendent in all his masculine musculature.
His gargantuan limbs were draped in coarse black leather garb.
His face was hidden behind a leather death mask.
Black, natch.
His legs were spread, big black engineer boots on each of his gigantic feet.
In his hands he held the largest of the vibrators.
He waved it menacingly before the sobbing blonde stripper.
The Sex Master stared his latest sex slave up and down.
Sissy looked so dainty and hopeless strapped to the wall with the shackles.
She tugged in vain at the shackles, the chains they were attached to rattling in the dim dankness of the torture chamber.
"P-please...." Sissy whispered in a barely-audible voice. "D-don't hurt me. P-please!"
The stranger in black leather threw back his head and guffawed with cruel laughter.
"Don't hurt you?!" he taunted in his gruff voice. "Why the fuck do you think I brought you down here?! I'm gonna mangle and maim every pitiful limb of your body, you cheap slut!"
"Why?! " Sissy begged to know. "WHY?! "
The stranger's thick fingers gripped the vibrator more tightly as he replied.
His entire body seemed to shudder with perverted pleasure.
"I'm gonna mutilate you 'coz you're nothing more than a vulgar, seasoned whore! I seen you night after night, strutting around on stage, the spotlights glaring down upon your disgusting flesh. Spreading your ass cheeks so all the guys can get a good look. Spreading your twat lips like you want each and every one of those cocks up your fetid fuck canal. Well, I got news for you. Not one of those guys would take a disease-ridden bitch like you. So I'm gonna do it myself. And not with my cock. Not until I have cleansed you, at least. And I've got all of my gear here to help clean out that disgusting twat of yours."
He motioned towards the whips and dildos on the stretching rack.
"NO! NO!! " Sissy shrieked, horror dripping from her lips.
The man in the mask pulled a pair of black leather gloves from his pocket and slid them over his thick fingers.
"SHUT UP, CUNT!! " he snarled. SMACK!!
Sissy squealed as he dealt her a savage blow with the back of his hand.
The tough leather stung her flesh.
Sissy's naked body drooped in defeat against the wall.
She was held captive at the hands of this pain-hungry pervert.
She would have to submit herself to his every kinky desire.
Tears of anguish rolled down her aching cheeks.
The stranger approached, the vibrator gripped tightly between his leather-clad fingers.
A sardonic chuckle drifted from underneath the death mask
"Take this, bitch!" he growled.
Sissy yelped as the thick vibrator slid between her delicate pussy lips.
The stranger forced the plastic tube up to the hilt in Sissy's tight cunt.
Her pussy walls stretched to the snapping point as the vibrator invaded her deepest depths.
The man in black leather snarled as the shoved inch after inch of plastic up Sissy's twat.
The girl swiveled her pelvis, trying to wriggle away from the plummeting vibrator.
It was, of course, a futile effort.
The vibrator lodged deep up her fuck canal.
Sissy's cunt walls ached.
The stranger switched on the battery-operated vibrating device.
Sissy shrieked and begged for mercy as her tunnel of lust shuddered under the vibrations.
Her sex master pounded the vibrator in and out of her twat.
He threw back his covered head and chortled with laughter at the sight of the terrified girl wriggling against the wall.
"Don't you like this big vibrator up your cunt?" he chuckled. "I thought you bitches liked anything up your twat!"
"NO! NO!! " Sissy wailed.
Her cunt seemed alive with spasm after spasm of electronic vibrations.
Under any other circumstances, Sissy would certainly have enjoyed the massive vibrator sliding in and out of her ever-yearning cunt.
But she didn't relish having the thing shoved up her cunt by force.
She resented being shackled to the wall.
Stripped of her clothes. Stripped of her dignity.
"STOP! STOP!! " Sissy begged, tears streaming down her face.
The sadistic man in black had no intention of topping.
For young Sissy Runner, the torture had only begun ...
*****
"Where on earth did Sissy go?! " Kathy inquired, a Jolly Bee Yum Burger bag in one hand, a bottle of Tylenol in the other.
Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro looked up from attempting to glue a false eyelash on her left eyelid.
"The stupid bitch is late again," Consuela snapped. "Jesus, she'll be late for her own funeral! The joint is crowded tonight, too. Don't know why the hell she thinks that-"
"But she isn't late!" Kathy exclaimed. "As a matter-of-fact, she was early! I left her sitting here half an hour ago.
Consuela stared at Kathy, anger suddenly flaring in her deep brown eyes.
"Jesus mother fucking Christ!" she snarled. "Another one bites the dust!"
"You mean ... ? ? ! "
Kathy tried hard to hide her excitement.
"Yes," Consuela spat. "I bet she got carted away like all them other bitches before her!"
Consuela ran her fingers through her raven locks.
"Praise the Lord I was born Puerto Rican," she said. "That damn pervert don't seem to like anything but blondes."
Kathy stifled an excited gasp.
Marcia was going to be so pleased that her star reporter was finally smack dab in the middle of the mysterious disappearances of strippers from T & A Galore!
"Gracious! So you really think that she's the latest in that group of girls that have been abducted from the club?! " Kathy asked.
The anger on Consuela's face slowly turned to suspicion.
"How you know about that?" she asked. "I sure as hell didn't tell you about it, and I know Harry kept his mouth shut."
"Well ... er...."
Kathy wracked her brains, hoping her cover hadn't been blown.
Her face suddenly lit up.
"Sissy told me all about it this afternoon," she said.
Consuela did not look convinced.
"And how the hell that bitch find out about it?! " she snarled. "Soon, every damn whore in Manhattan gonna know about the jinx on this place. Ain't gonna get nobody to take their places. I gonna be out there on the stage night after night all by myself. Gonna strip 'til I fucking drop!"
Kathy placed a comforting hand on Consuela's shoulder.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head," she said. "I'm not afraid of being whisked away. We'll split up Sissy's shifts between us. Then we'll make sure Harry hires somebody new for tomorrow evening."
Consuela sighed.
"I got corns on my feet already," the Puerto Rican stripper said. "Working one and a half shifts gonna be pure hell on high heels."
She looked Kathy's long blonde locks up and down.
"Maybe you better dye that hair of yours," she said. "So's you don't tempt the damn pervert that's stealing all our girls. And so's I don't get carted away to the hospital from exhaustion."
Kathy looked slightly taken aback.
"I could never alter my luxurious locks!" she said. "Why, I could never live with myself if I knew I was giving the impression of being something I wasn't! Fear will never force me to be anything other than.. "
But Consuela had quit listening.
She stood up from the stool, wrapping her robe tightly around her naked body.
"I gonna go tell Harry Sissy been stole away," she said. "He gonna hit the ceiling. Damn ceiling gonna collapse, he been hitting it so much lately!"
Kathy glanced at her watch.
"I'll gobble down these Chicken Buzzlets, then change into my costume. Sissy's first shift starts in half an hour. I'll take it."
Consuela nodded tersely, then wandered down the hallway.
Kathy checked herself out in the mirror.
She was pleased at what she saw.
Her creamy flesh glistened with tiny beads of sweat under the harsh dressing room lights.
She had slipped into a gaudy red g-string.
The straps of the flimsy brassiere strained under the weight of her massive breasts.
Her nipples poked suggestively out of the cups.
Kathy's fingers crept through her golden locks as she pouted at her reflection.
Her hands slid over her body.
Over her trim waist.
Down her shapely thighs.
Kathy's fingers ran up and down her inner thighs.
The flesh was warm and smooth.
She twirled around and wriggled her ass in the mirror.
"Those bastards are going to love me tonight," she whispered proudly to herself.
Kathy picked up a black feather stole and wrapped it around her shoulders.
She stepped into her five inch pumps.
Kathy Koppelheimer took one last glance in the mirror and giggled with anticipation.
Since Consuela was still in Harry's office, the usual knock on the door telling her to get up on stage didn't come.
Kathy looked at her watch.
Strip time started in five minutes.
She opened the dressing room door and sashayed down the hallway towards the stage.
She never made it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sissy Runner shrieked with anguish as the stranger savagely pounded the vibrator up her cunt
Her delicate twat walls were burning with agony.
Her womb throbbed as painful spasms coursed through her private depths.
Sissy sniveled as the cruel man in black ravaged her snatch.
"It hurts! It hurts my pussy so bad!" she sobbed. The man in black felt his cock swell with horny heat.
How he loved seeing those cheap whores squirm with agony due to his brutality!
"If you don't shut your sniveling trap, I'm going to make it hurt even more." he snarled.
Sissy fell silent, her naked body handing limply on the wall.
The stranger tugged the vibrator from Sissy's cunt.
He chortled with sardonic pleasure at the sight of a thin film of blood that covered the thick plastic.
The man in the death mask snapped off the vibrator.
"That was just to get your cunt loosened up," he said. "Not that it really needed it; I suppose you've been fucked so often up that stinking hole that it's wider than the Lincoln Tunnel."
Had Sissy not been in such a state of anxiety she might have pondered over exactly how wide the Lincoln Tunnel was.
In her current predicament, however, the only thing that went through her mind was that the vibrator had torn her fuck canal to shreds.
She wondered what torture implement was next on the agenda.
The man in leather swaggered over to the stretching rack and tossed the blood-covered vibrator onto a pile of clean vibrators.
He rummaged through the dildos.
Searching for the largest, of course.
A chuckle of excitement rose from the death mask as his fingers landed on a twelve inch black rubber dong.
"This'll do a number on that slut's cunt."' he said to himself.
Sissy's eyes widened with horror as he turned and approached her captive form.
The stranger clutched the dildo in his leather-clad fingers.
Normally, her pussy would have juiced with delight at the mere sight of such a large rubber dong.
But she knew the horrible man in the black mask was going to ram it savagely up her twat.
And her cunt canal was already bloody and ravaged from the horrors he had forced upon it with the vibrator.
Sissy shook her limbs against the wall, her pitiful efforts to escape thwarted by the shackles that bound her.
That made her a captive sex slave.
Sissy clamped her eyes shut as the stranger swaggered across the floor.
She bit her lip as she felt the massive dildo press against her spread pussy lips.
She groaned with agony as the fist-sized cockhead slid between her cunt lips.
She moaned as the thick rubber dildo plunged down her cunt.
The pain was unbearable. Sissy's entire body grew taut. Her limbs tensed as the dildo pounded up her fuck hole.
Her cunt juices squirt from her cunt as the massive member slid towards her womb.
Those hot juices flowed into the thick bush of pubic hairs that graced her ravaged cunt.
Her kinky pubes were drenched with love liquid.
Sissy's ass pressed against the wall, wriggling and squirming as the dildo invaded her twat.
The rubber dong scraped against the delicate flesh of her fuck tunnel.
Pain coursed through Sissy's loins.
The stranger pounded the dildo up her burning twat, chuckling with cruel glee.
The penis-shaped rubber was of such amazing girth that Sissy's fuck tunnel stretched to the snapping point to allow it into her deep depths.
The stranger forced inch after inch up Sissy's cunt.
"There, you slut." he said with a grunt. "That's as far as I can get that thing up your stinking twat Indeed it was.
Sissy could feel the knob of the dildo pressing against the walls of her womb. It ached terribly.
But Sissy realized that her twat would ache even more by the time the bastard in leather set her free.
If he planned on setting her free.
The stranger removed his fingers from the dildo, leaving nine thick inches of rubber lodged up Sissy's cunt.
"Keep that up there, bitch, or I'll beat the hell out of you."
He swaggered back off towards the stretching table.
Sissy wondered if she should even bother keeping the dildo lodged up her twat.
The sadist was going to beat the hell out of her anyway.
Wasn't he?
Sissy watched with horror as the man picked up a bullwhip.
He hefted it in his leather-clad hands, inspecting the wound strands of coarse leather.
He slid his black fingers through the tails at the end of the whip.
He chuckled with anticipatory delight.
He clutched the handle of the whip with his right hand.
His left hand slid down to his crotch.
The stranger pressed the palm of his hand into his swollen crotch.
The sight of the terrified girl wriggling in the shackles, a dildo lodged up her battered cunt, turned him on immensely.
His cock throbbed hungrily in the sweaty confines of his leather briefs.
He slid his fingers up and down his pulsating rod.
He stared at Sissy's tits, jiggling up and down as she fought against the shackles that held her prisoner against the basement wall.
"Don't!" Sissy begged. "Please don't whip me!"
"You slutty cunts all deserve to be whipped!" was the reply.
Sissy screamed shrilly as the man approached, his crotch bulging and the whip dragging along the floor.
WHOOSH!!
Sissy shut her eyes as the whip sailed through the air. SMACK!
Her body jerked as the end of the bullwhip snapped against the wall, inches from her trembling flesh.
"Those tits look great now. But they'll look even better covered with big red welts!" the stranger said by way of explanation.
Sissy sniveled and sobbed.
She kept her aching pussy lips wrapped around the dildo lodged up her fuck canal.
Every limb she possessed tensed with suspense as the man hefted the bullwhip in his leather-clad hands.
WHOOSH!
SMACK!!
Sissy shrieked like a wild animal caught in a trap as the leather whip attacked her tits.
The strands of leather dug into the sensitive flesh of her boobs.
The bullwhip lacerated her left tit.
Sissy squealed as she felt a thick gash bite the smooth slope of her left breast.
Blood spurt from the gash and trickled into her cleavage.
Sissy's tears gushed as she felt warm streams of blood dribble down her tit.
Droplets of blood lingered on her erect nipple before dripping onto her trim torso.
The man in black guffawed with harsh laughter.
He hadn't wanted to break skin so early in the game, but since the mistake had been made, he wasn't about to complain.
He just decided to make the next few strokes of the bullwhip less harsh.
WHOOSH!
SMACK!!
Sissy squealed as the tips of the whip strands bit into the creamy flesh of her torso.
Angry red welts sprung up on the smooth plain of female flesh.
The stranger felt his balls tingle with rapture.
His cock begged to be released from his leather pants.
The whip sailed through the air once again.
SMACK!!
Sissy's legs jerked in the shackles as the whip landed on her right knee.
Her tears flowed like rivers from her eyes. The pain was unbearable. Her tit continued to bleed. Her torso stung. Her knee burned.
Her cunt ached from holding the dildo firmly between her sugar walls.
Sissy Runner had never been exposed to such tortures in her life.
And she hoped she would never have to again.
It seemed impossible to believe that any mortal being could get his sexual kicks from torture and violence.
But it had to be true.
It was happening to her right before her very eyes!!
The stranger suddenly went insane with violence.
"YYEEAHH!! " he shrieked, adrenaline coursing through his limbs.
He lashed out time and time again with the bullwhip, slicing Sissy's flesh with increasing severity.
The poor girl's body jerked and jumped against the wall.
Her wrists and ankles fought against the rusty shackles, desperate to be released.
But there would be no escape for Sissy Runner.
She was the sex slave of a cruel, sadistic bastard.
And she would not be set free until he had abused every portion of her body for his pleasure.
The stranger felt pre-come ooze out of his piss slit.
The trickles of blood oozing from Sissy's wounds made the passion rise in his loins.
He loved the abuse he was dealing the girl's young body.
Filthy cunt!
She deserved every stroke of the bullwhip!
Time after time the leather strands rained down upon Sissy's squirming body.
Time after time the tips of the strands latched into her flesh.
Time after time huge gashes appeared on her smooth flesh.
Blood flowed in rivulets down her battered flesh.
The stranger's cock erupted with orgasmic delight.
Hot wads of jism spurt from his piss-slit and drenched his leather briefs.
His body shuddered with rapture as the whip sailed through the air.
"YEEAAHH!! " the man in the death mask wailed.
And suddenly, the orgasm, the rapture, the sight of Sissy's battered body-it all became a bit too much for him.
With one final flick of the bullwhip, the sadistic-man in black collapsed on the floor.
Sissy watched his leather-clad body crumble to the filthy floor.
A wave of relief coursed though her blood-splattered limbs.
Sissy watched his body hit the floor.
Her head swam with exhaustion.
Then everything went blank.
*****
"Christ almighty!" Harry Tudball wailed, his round face growing pink with anger. "Another one missing?! "
Consuela tried to comfort her enraged boss.
"Don't worry, Harry," she cooed, running her fingers over his flabby yet broad shoulders. "Me an the new girl, we're gonna take Sissy's shifts and everything gonna be all right."
"B-but this is preposterous!" Harry sputtered, banging a fat fist on his desk. "Five girls in three weeks! Gone without a trace!"
"Perhaps it's time you contacted the cops," Consuela said gently. "I know it will be bad for publicity, but-"
"BAD FOR PUBLICITY?! ! " Harry shrieked, throwing Consuela's hands off his shoulders and jumping up from his chair. "It'll damn near ruin me! What girl is gonna work in a joint with a track record like mine?! What guys are gonna go to a joint where girls disappear right and left?! Most of them guys got regular girls they like to see. Let them know they'll never see 'em again, and they won't be back for more!"
"But if the police find the person who's-"
"Fuck the police!" Harry spat.
Consuela guided her boss' trembling body back into his seat.
She sat on the arm of the stool, her slender thighs exposed as the bathrobe slid up her legs.
She attempted to comfort Harry Tudball once again.
"There, there...." she whispered.
She ran her fingers through the thin strands of hair stretched strategically over his gleaming scalp.
"Don't get excited, lovie ... . " Consuela whispered into Harry's ear.
Harry's eyes traveled from Consuela's pumps to her ankles.
He ran his eyes up her shapely thighs.
He noticed the black fishnet tights Consuela had slid up her brown legs.
Harry's anger began to subside.
Consuela's fingers slid over his chest.
Harry's anger subsided to lust.
"I'll calm you down and make you feel better,"
Consuela cooed.
"Y-you ain't calming me down, Consuela," Harry gasped. "Yyou're exciting me even more."
"Good," Consuela whispered, her brightly-painted fingernails creeping down Harry's stomach. "That's just what I want to do."
"B-but ... why?! " Harry asked. "Aren't I too old and fat for you?"
"Of course not!" Consuela replied, her fingers latching on to Harry's belt buckle.
Little did Harry Tudball realize, crafty Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro was going to offer him a few of her maidenly delights in return for a favor she had been begging him to give her for months.
"I'll let you fuck me," Consuela cooed, unbuckling his belt and snapping open his fly. "If you let my sister Rita take the place of Sissy."
"Rita!" Harry said, jerking his body away from Consuela's. "Not that ugly slut! My customers don't like her and her smelly armpits! That's why I fired her in the first place."
"But that was before all the blondes started disappearing," Consuela whispered, her fingers sliding into Harry's open fly. "Rita has black hair, don't forget...."
Her fingers clutched his throbbing member. Harry wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. His lardy body trembled as Consuela's fingers slid up and down his cock.
"O-okay...." he said, giving in to the pleasurable sensations coursing through his loins. He glanced at his watch.
"The new girl must be taking Sissy's first shift, I assume," he said.
Consuela nodded, her head inching closer and closer to Harry's crotch.
"That gives us half an hour before you have to go on stage. We better make this quick."
Don't worry, honey Consuela thought to herself. I wouldn't make this last longer than it had to. Rita, you better make this up to me!
Consuela slid from the arm of the chair and knelt on the floor between Harry's spread legs.
She grabbed hold of Harry's pants and tugged them down.
Harry lifted his lardy ass cheeks from the chair and let Consuela slide his polyester slack and boxer shorts down to his knees.
His thick cock popped into view.
Consuela's lips parted.
Her head darted down between his legs.
Harry groaned as Consuela's lips wrapped around his member.
He thrust his hips forward and buried his cock deep in her mouth.
His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the girl's moist cavern lock around his throbbing cock.
Consuela's tongue flickered back and forth over his meaty member.
Her fingers ran up and down his spread thighs.
Her head bobbed up and down between his legs.
Harry grabbed Consuela's raven locks and held her head firmly in place over his cock.
He shoved his hips into her face.
Consuela gagged as her boss' cock plunged past her tonsils.
Harry slid his cock in and out of Consuela's mouth.
His blood-engorged cockhead thrust down her throat.
Consuela panted and gasped, spittle spurting from her mouth and trickling down her chin.
Her nostrils flared as she drank down the scent of sweaty manhood that drifted up from Harry's forest of kinky pubes.
Harry suddenly forced her head off his cock.
Consuela looked up, blinking with surprise.
"Blow jobs are fine," Harry grunted, his eyes blazing with lust. "But I thought you offered me a piece of that Puerto Rican twat."
Consuela his her dismay.
"I suppose I did."
Harry's hands lunged hungrily for her robe. Her buttons popped off the terry cloth and scattered to the floor. Ping! Ping!
Ping!
Consuela's tits spilled out into the open.
Harry's fingers grabbed for the supple mounds.
He grunted with delight as he pinched her nipples.
Consuela winced as Harry's big fingertips locked around her nipples.
Spasms of anguish flew through those raisin-like paps.
"Down on the floor, bitch!" Harry snarled Consuela yelped as Harry pushed her to the floor. Her skull smacked against a leg of the desk. Her mind reeled. Her head swam. She spread her legs.
Harry mounted her thighs and slid his pulsating cock between her pussy lips.
Consuela squealed as she felt the massive slab of fuck meat invade her tight hole.
Her dripping love pot.
Her fuck tunnel.
"Oooh, yeah!" Harry grunted. "Milk my big dick with that talented twat of yours!"
Consuela clamped down around the pulsating shaft with her pussy muscles.
Harry pumped his cock in and out of her cunt.
He rammed his cock up to the hilt in the velvety folds of her twat.
His sweaty palms ran up and down her tits.
His fingers slid over the creamy mounds of boob meat.
Harry buried his head in her cleavage.
His nose burrow deep between the massive mounds of tit flesh.
He sniffed the scent of woman that rose from her sweaty flesh.
His ass cheeks flexed as he rammed his cock home with increasing fury.
He bulldozed his cock up to the hilt in Consuela's Puerto Rican cunt.
His grunts of delight rose in the air.
His balls thrust into her pelvis.
Harry lifted his head from Consuela's tits
His hands slid from her tits.
He held her wrists to the floor.
He held the dark-skinned stripped captive on the floor as he invaded her wriggling body.
Consuela's head waved from side to side on the floor as Harry pounded his cock home as savagely as he could.
That was how he liked to fuck.
Hard.
Brutal.
And quick.
Harry rejoiced as he felt the familiar tightness rise in his balls.
Jism bubbled up in those wrinkled nuts.
Ready to spurt from his throbbing rod and flood that tight fuck canal.
"Shit!" Harry grunted, his flabby flesh bouncing up and down over Consuela's shapely form. "I'm gonna shoot my load!"
"YES! YES!" Consuela wailed, hoping Harry wouldn't detect the desperation in her voice.
His cock was so fat.
It scraped against the delicate flesh of her cunt, sending spasms of agony coursing through her fertile fuck fields.
Harry arched his back.
A look of ecstatic delight creased his face.
"AARRGGHH!! " the fat man wailed.
Consuela groaned as she felt loads of jism shoot from Harry's cock and flood her twat.
Load after creamy load of jism shot from his trembling pole and spurt into her cunt.
Jism squirt from the sides of her cunt and trickled down her inner thighs.
Harry forced the last droplet of come from his dick.
He slid his satisfied cock out of her steaming twat.
Harry rolled over on the floor, sweat oozing from his exhausted limbs.
Consuela reached down and caressed her aching twat lips.
"So Rita can start work tomorrow?" Consuela asked.
Harry nodded. "I guess so."
He stared at his watch.
"You better get your ass to the dressing room and put on a g-string," Harry said. "The new girl must be almost through with her shift."
Consuela got up on wobbly knees and wrapped the bathrobe around her aching limbs.
"Christ!" she gasped. "I'm gonna hurt like hell before this evening's through!"
CHAPTER SIX
Kathy squealed as a pair of leather-clad hands reached out from the darkened hall and lunged for her.
Her screams of terror were muffled as the man wrapped his palm around her mouth.
He dragged her squirming body down the hall towards the bathroom.
"Shut up, cunt!" a gruff voice hissed. "Or you're dead!"
Kathy quit screaming.
The man yanked her through the bathroom door and hauled her into a stall.
Kathy clawed at the door, her fingernails scraping against the metal.
The man brutally smacked her head.
Kathy yelped as her skull smacked against the porcelein toilet bowl.
She lunged forward in the darkness, her knees buckling underneath her.
"Quit trying to struggle," the voice hissed. "It's no use. I've got you under my complete control!"
Kathy took no heed of the warning.
She attempted to scramble to her knees.
The man dealt her a savage kick in the face.
Kathy groaned and slunk against the toilet bowl, her body splashing into a pool of toilet water and piss.
The stranger loomed above his latest victim, his legs spread, his crotch throbbing hungrily.
Kathy looked up, her lower lip trembling.
"W-what are you going to do to me?! " she gasped, wiping a sopping hand against her naked leg.
She peered into the darkness above her.
She couldn't make out the man's facial features.
It took Kathy a few seconds to realize that the man was wearing a black leather death mask.
He threw back his head and guffawed.
"I'm gonna do what should be done to all you sleazy stripper whores!" he snorted. "I'm gonna beat the sluttishness out of you! I'm gonna strap you down and whip you. I'm gonna cleanse your pussy with dildos and vibrators. I'm gonna cleanse your ass-hole, too. Then I'm gonna fuck your cunt and ass after they've been cleansed. That'll teach you not to be a vulgar whore!"
"B-but I'm not!" Kathy gasped, clutching onto the toilet seat, fearing for her life. "I'm an underground investigative reporter! I'm working with a weekly news magazine, trying to get information on the mysterious disappearances of the girls from this sleazy joint."
The stranger snorted contemptuously.
"That's what they all say."
"But you've got to believe me!" Kathy implored. "It's true! You can call my editor!"
The stranger hesitated.
"That might be true," he said finally. "But you've been out there dancing in the spotlight. Stripping naked before all those bastards. That makes you just as filthy as the rest of those sluts. Besides, you've got a great pair of tits, and a mighty fine ass. I'm gonna have a great time cleansing you. I'm gonna have an even better time fucking you once the pain has made you pure."
"Bbut ... but...."
It was no use.
The stranger in black leather knelt down and bound her wrists to her ankles with one swift motion.
Kathy winced as the rope wound around her limbs.
The heavy cord gnawed at the sensitive flesh of her wrists and ankles. She sniveled and sobbed.
The stranger shoved a handkerchief between her lips and lodged it deep down her throat.
"Now I have you under my command," the stranger snarled. "I'm gonna take you to my torture chamber."
Kathy wriggled and squirmed on the filthy bathroom floor.
The stranger dealt her another brutal blow on the head.
Kathy's skull smacked against the toilet bowl. She was knocked unconscious.
Kathy woke up wriggling and squirming.
Her naked body was spread eagle on a large wooden table.
Her wrists and ankles were bound to the table with heavy cords of rope.
The handkerchief was still lodged down her throat.
Breathing was difficult.
Kathy breathed deeply through her nostrils. Her head throbbed. Her eyes fluttered open. The young girl lifted up her aching head. She could only lift it three inches or so from the table top.
But she could see enough to realize that the wooden table was not a table at all.
She was bound to a stretching rack!
Kathy thought the torture device had gone out with the Middle Ages.
She, apparently, had been wrong.
The splinters in her ass told her the stretching rack had been recently constructed.
Kathy winced as a few more splinters slid into her flesh.
Her captor could have had the decency to varnish the stretching rack!
But Kathy Koppelheimer realized the strange man who had abducted her wasn't interested in making his sex slaves comfortable.
Pain and violence were the names of his game.
And Kathy was to be his latest toy.
Kathy attempted to wriggle her wrists out of the ropes.
Spasms of pain shot through her wrists. The heavy cord dug into her delicate flesh, making it raw and red.
Droplets of sweat formed on Kathy's forehead.
This might be one situation from which she might not escape.
She suddenly was aware of a sobbing noise from the upper reaches of the dank room.
Kathy attempted to crane her neck.
Her eyes widened.
Shackled to the wall to her left was little Sissy Runner.
Or what was left of little Sissy Runner. Her battered, bloody body hung limply to the wall.
Her naked flesh was covered with welts and bruises.
Caked blood covered her left tit.
Her eyes were closed, her head swinging weakly back and forth, as if her neck were about to snap at any second.
Tiny grunts of salutation rose from Kathy's gagged throat.
She wriggled her body on the stretching rack, hoping to get Sissy's attention.
Sissy's weary eyes fluttered open.
She blinked and stared at Kathy languishing stark naked on the stretching rack, her arms and legs tied to the corners.
Kathy hadn't been there when she had passed out.
Apparently, Mr. Sex Master was getting slightly greedy.
One sex slave did not satisfy his perverse desires.
He now needed to torture two nubile nymphs at the same time!
Sissy opened her mouth and a low moan of agony escaped her throat.
Kathy's grunts of panic grew louder.
"K-Kathy...." Sissy muttered. "What are you doing here?"
A dumb question, but Sissy wasn't the brightest of young girls.
Kathy wriggled her arms and legs and lifted her head.
She craned her neck once again and looked directly into Sissy's eyes, her own eyes burning with compassion.
"Yeah, he really did a number on me," Sissy moaned, looking down at her battered body. "But I don't think he really damaged me permanently in any way. Just a few cuts and bruises. And this damn thing shoved up my cunt."
Kathy's eyes widened as she noticed for the first time that Sissy had a massive black dildo lodged between her pink pussy lips.
"Just do what he says, and he won't hurt you too much," Sissy said with a sigh. "I think he's a real psycho. Got something against strippers. But it's my notion that once the thinks we've repented for out sluttish deeds, he's gonna fuck us and set us free."
Had Kathy been able to speak, she might have pointed out that none of the girls who had disappeared from T & A Galore had returned to the club.
But perhaps they had refused to cooperate.
Perhaps if she and Sissy behaved themselves, let him beat and whip and fuck them 'til they bled, he would let them go.
Perhaps.
Sissy's head slunk down against her bloody boobs once again.
Kathy's naked body trembled with fear.
The torture for her hadn't even begun, and already her ass was throbbing from the splinters that stuck into it.
She supposed it was going to be quite a trial.
But what marvelous copy it would make!
If she got out of that basement torture chamber alive, Marcia would be so proud of her!
She might even give her a raise!
The knob of the huge oak door rattled.
Sissy's head shot up from her tits.
"Here he comes!" she hissed. "Remember, do what he says and pretend to repent. He'll love you for it."
Sissy's head dipped back down into her blood-crusted cleavage.
She pretended to be knocked out.
The door flew open and a dim light was switched on.
Kathy lifted her neck and stared towards the door.
She caught a glimpse of the man in black leather before her neck throbbed so painfully she had to lie her head back down on the stretching rack.
"Aha!" the man in the death mask said with a little chuckle. "I see my latest sex slave is alive and kicking. And ready for her punishment, no doubt!"
Remembering what Sissy had told her, Kathy nodded her head as vigorously as she could.
That amounted to a barely perceptible bob of the head, but the sadistic bastard caught it nevertheless
"Oh, so you're ready to change your ways, are you?" he chuckled. "This'll be easier than I anticipated! I bet I'll be sliding my cock up your newly-cleansed twat before the night is over!"
Kathy bobbed her head once again.
The stranger shrugged his broad shoulders.
"I guess I like it better when you bitches scream and beg for the torture to stop," he said. "But you'll be an interest experience anyway."
Kathy's eyes grew wide as the man in black swaggered confidently over to the corner and plucked through the selection of bull whips that hung there.
"How about a few lashes of the ole cat o' nine tails to start off with?" he said, his voice trembling with excitement.
Kathy tensed her muscles.
She watched with increasing horror as the stranger grabbed the cat o' nine tails and clutched it between his leather-clad fingers.
He quickly approached her naked body.
"Lemme get a quick feel of that disgusting fuck canal before I start the torture," he said.
Kathy relaxed her cunt muscles.
The stranger towered over her on the stretching rack, looking her nude form up and down.
She noticed the bulge in his crotch growing bigger and bigger with sexual anticipation.
He spread the leather-clad fingers of his right hand.
He stuck out his index finger.
"Looks nice and tight to me," he said.
Kathy watched, terror in her eyes, as the stranger moved the whip from his right hand to his left and slid his finger into her cunt.
She winced as the coarse leather invaded her twat.
The man in black slid his finger up to the knuckle in Kathy's twat.
Kathy's cunt juices flooded her fuck canal.
The stranger wriggled his finger in and out of her snatch.
Kathy's ass wriggled back and forth on the stretching rack as he dug his finger deep up her cunt.
"Ooh, yeah!" he snarled. "That cunt feels nice and tight! Dripping with cunt juices! Let's see how you like the feel of leather on that throbbing clit of yours!"
Kathy squirmed as he tugged his finger out of her cunt.
She wriggled on the splinters as the stranger found her clitoris and whipped his finger back and forth over the throbbing knob.
Kathy was shocked as spasms of rapture coursed through her loins.
Her eyes fluttered shut with ecstatic delight.
She had never known she could learn to love the rough texture of leather inspecting her sexual organs.
But there was no denying the feelings of delight that swam though her fuck fields.
Her cunt juices began to flow up her tight fuck canal.
Hot love liquid squirt from her cunt and trickled down her inner thighs.
The stranger rolled his leather-clad finger back and forth over Kathy's clitoris.
Then his finger slid off her throbbing love knob.
He grappled the whip in his right hand once again and wielded it menacingly over his head.
"Now take this, bitch!" he snarled.
Kathy's limbs tensed as the whip sailed through the air above her body.
SMACK!! !
Her entire body shuddered with agony as the cat o' nine tails landed on her delicate flesh.
The leather strands stung her skin, digging into the outer layers of her flesh.
Her torso burned with agony.
The stranger threw back his masked head and chortled with delight.
He stared into Kathy's agonized eyes.
"Didn't like that, though, did you, bitch?! " he snarled.
Kathy didn't dare respond.
The whip sailed through the air once again.
SMACK!!
It landed with a crack upon her upper thigh.
Kathy winced as she felt blood spurt out of a tiny laceration on her right leg.
The blood streamed down her thigh and trickled down her sweaty flesh.
SMACK!
SMACK!!
The whip rained down upon her bound body.
Kathy fought against the ropes that wound around her wrists and ankles.
She tried to wriggle away from the whip that cracked down upon her sensitive flesh.
Time and time again the stranger whipped her with the cat o' nine tails.
Pain shot over every inch of her exposed flesh (which was, incidentally, every inch of her body).
The man in the mask threw his head back.
And shrieked with cruel laughter.
*****
Consuela had hardly slipped into her g-string before the door of the dressing room flew open. "What the fuck-"
She slopped the How of obscenities when she caught sight of a rather agitated Barney Riodan at the threshold.
"Where the hell have you girls been?" the bartender of T & A Galore demanded to know. "The crowds are going crazy out there! I can't handle them any more!"
"Sissy been whisked away like the rest of them," Consuela snapped. "Ain't that new girl out there on the stage?"
"No," Barney snapped. "And I don't know where the hell that damn bouncer went to. He's been taking his break for two hours now!"
"Well, Jesus Christ! Don't blame it all on me!" Consuela squealed. "I ain't got-"
"Quit the damn arguing and get your ass out there on the stage before we have a riot on our hands!" Barney pleaded quickly. "I gotta get back to the bar before they rip off all the booze'
He disappeared down the hallway.
Consuela slid into a bra as quickly as she could.
"Christ almighty!" she snarled at her image in the mirror. "I'm gonna be doing a fucking strip marathon on that goddamned stage tonight!"
She stormed out of the dressing room on her high heeled pumps.
*****
The crowd was surly, to put it succinctly.
They had paid the entrance fee to sec hot young things strip to the bone, but the stage had remained bare all night long.
Beer cans littered the stage, thrown there by exceptionally pissed off customers.
Their shouts of rage rose into the smoke-filled air.
Consuela stepped onto the stage.
The yells of anger turned to shrieks of fuck-starved lust as she hollered to Barney to turn on the music.
Consuela sashayed around the stage on her pumps as the music blared out of the speakers.
She wriggled her shapely ass in their direction.
Shrieks of insane desire poured from their mouths.
Their cunt-hungry hands gripped their beer cans.
Fingers slid towards crotches that burned with horny heat
Consuela ran her fingers over her body.
Her golden flesh glistened under the harsh spotlights.
She pouted and cooed at the audience, hoping to quench their anger.
All she did was heighten the excitement that burned in their loins.
Consuela strutted towards the edge of the stage, her tits jiggling up and down in the cups of her flimsy bra.
'TAKE IT OFF, WHORL"
"LET'S SEE THOSE TITS!"'
"TO HELL WITH THE TITS! LET'S SEE THAT TIGHT PUERTO RICAN SNATCH!"
Consuela sneered into the spot lights as their shrieks and cries increased.
She slid her palms over her bouncing tits
She ran her fingers up and down the mound of kinky pubes that poked out of her g-string.
Consuela had never seen the crowd so unruly in all her years of stripping at T & A Galore.
The horny crowd jumped up and down, beer flying all over the floor, as they craned their necks to get a gander at her exposed flesh.
Consuela wriggled her ass towards the edge of the stage.
She shoved her hips back and offered the audience her ass. They took it.
Consuela shrieked as three pairs of hands suddenly reached onto the stage and lunged for her ass cheeks.
Somebody grabbed the g-string and tore it from her buttocks.
It fluttered to the stage as a howl of laughter rose from the drunken crowd.
Consuela's bare butt wriggled in the spotlight for the most fleeting of moments.
Streams of obscene Spanish flowed from her lips.
She whirled around on the stage, her dark Latin face pink with rage.
A hand grabbed her left ankle.
A hand grabbed her right pump.
Consuela's shrieks of anger rose to squeals of horror as her body was tugged off the stage.
She toppled into the crowd of drunken, horny slobs and landed on the floor.
A wail of delight rose from the cunt-starved monsters.
"GET HER!!
"FUCK THE SLUT!! "
They were upon her.
Barney watched witnessed the scene from the safety of the bar, a look of horror in his eyes.
He was rooted to the spot.
Nothing like the mob scene he was watching at that moment had ever happened in the sleazy strip joint.
And the bouncer was still nowhere in sight.
Consuela shrieked and begged for mercy as her limbs were attacked by thick, powerful hands hungry for a piece of tight cunt meat.
Her arms and legs were pinned to the floor.
She looked up and saw a fat, grimy black man stripping his trousers down to his knees.
"HELP!! HELP!! " she shrieked, waving her head insanely from side to side.
There was no escape from the mob of fuck-starved monsters.
They knelt on her arms.
Clutched her legs and pinned them to the floor.
Consuela squealed and wriggled her captive body back and forth on the beer-slickened floor.
Somebody's cigarette toppled from his mouth and landed on her right tit.
She squealed as her bra cup ignited.
"STOP IT! STOP THE FIRE!! " she shrieked.
Clouds of smoke rose from her right tit.
The delicate flesh of her nipple grew hotter and hotter.
The fuck-hungry men wailed with delight. Big, sweaty palms beat on her breast. Consuela groaned as they punched her again and again.
She didn't know what was worse: being burned or being beaten.
Some half-way intelligent slob tore the smoldering bra from her tits.
Consuela heaved a quick sigh of relief.
Her steaming nipple rested for a split second, however, before some fat slob's lips wrapped around it and began to nipple the tiny pink pap.
The black man tugged his stiff rod out of his boxer shorts and knelt between her wriggling legs.
"Hold the slut down, boys!" he snarled.
The grips around her thighs and ankles tightened.
Tears streamed from Consuela's eyes.
"NO! NO!! " she begged.
But they weren't listening.
The crowd closed in around her.
Consuela looked up and saw fuck-hungry faces leering down upon her naked, battered body.
Somebody lunged for her free nipple and began to pinch it.
"I got her next!" a voice slurred.
"No, me!"
"ME!"
The black man mounted her hips. He pounded his cock up to the hilt in Consuela's cunt.
A cheer rose from the crowd.
The black man began to rape Consuela's cunt as savagely as he could.
He would have to shoot his wad quick.
There were fifty other horny slobs waiting behind him.
Waiting for a free piece of tight Puerto Rican twat meat ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Consuela groaned as the big black cock slid up her tight fuck canal.
Her pussy lips stretched to the snapping point as the massive dick invaded her fertile fuck fields.
"RAM THAT BLACK MEAT UP HER HOLE!" someone called out in a drunken stupor.
"FUCK THAT BITCH!! "
Tears of anguish welled in Consuela's eyes.
The man atop her captive body pounded his rod with increasing savagery up her cunt.
In and out of her ravaged twat his meaty member slid.
She could feel the blood-engorged cockhead banging against the walls of her womb.
Her aching body wriggled under the arms and legs of her captors.
They held her fast to the floor.
Their ugly faces glared down at her naked body lewdly.
The man on her right tit slid his tongue back and forth over her pink nipple.
The man on her left tit clutched her nipple so hard she felt sure he would pinch it off her mound of boob flesh!
She squealed and shouted and begged for mercy.
She wasn't going to receive any.
Those fuck-starved men had never had such a juicy piece of twat spread before them in their lives.
They were going to use and abuse Consuela's body for their every pleasure.
They weren't going to stop the brutal gang band until each and every one of them had had his fill.
Until each and every one of them had shot his load up her bruised cunt.
The black man's cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Consuela's twat juices squirt out of her ravaged fuck tunnel and trickled down her thighs.
That stiff prong plummeted in and out of her fuck chute.
The black man grunted as he rammed his cock home.
He swiveled his hips and scraped the knob of his mahogany member against every inch of Consuela's cunt walls.
Consuela's twat walls wrapped around the meaty member.
She hoped that by milking the nigger's cock she could get his jism flowing, and prepare the way for the next slob.
Her little trick seemed to do the job.
The black man's body tensed as his rod slid in and out of her squelching love pot.
"UNGH!! " he moaned, his hips whipping back and forth.
"UNGH!"
"UNGH!"
His blood-shot eyes widened with rapture.
His fingers dug into her torso.
"Yeah, little Puerto Rican mama!" he uttered. "I'm gonna shoot my wad!"
This comment was met with hearty applause and wails of laughter from the drunken, jostling crowd.
Consuela tensed her twat lips and prepared for the stream of steaming come.
The black man's face lit up with pleasure.
He felt his balls tremble with anticipation.
The jism in his nuts bubbled up, preparing to shoot forth into Consuela's depths.
"Here it comes, bitch!"
"YYEEAHH!! " wailed the crowd.
Consuela grimaced as she felt thick wads of come spurt into her fuck canal.
Droplets of sweat trickled onto her torso as the black man shot his jism into her cunt.
Load after load spurt from his glistening ebony fuck lance and disappeared into her depths.
"Get offa her!" the next in line hollered.
Two pairs of hands lunged for the black man's shoulders.
Consuela wailed as the cock was wrenched from her cunt.
The black man was tossed to the floor and kicked out of the circle of horny slobs.
Consuela looked up, almost terrified to greet the second bastard who would ravage her dainty fuck tunnel.
She grimaced as a burly trucker-type with a scraggly bead and a stream of drool trickling from his lips mounted her twat.
His meaty member throbbed hungrily in the air, waving back and forth like a huge pink billy club.
"Slide it in!" chorused the crowd.
"Rape that bitch's cunt!"
Consuela groaned as the trucker swiveled his hips and pounded every inch of his cockmeat up her twat. Her twat lips wailed for mercy as they were, once again, stretched to the snapping point.
The trucker rammed his cock up to the hilt in Consuela's twat.
His prick bulldozed deep into her womb.
His low-hanging balls smacked against her pelvic bone.
He attacked her twat with quick, short strokes.
He pulled his cock out of her cunt, leaving only his fist-sized cockhead lodged in the moist warmth of her cunt.
He took a deep breath as Consuela tensed her body with anxious suspense, knowing he was going to ram his entire cock up her cunt so brutally she would probably shoot across the floor.
"Get off of them tits, ass-hole!" the trucker snarled.
His muscular arms shot out and he tossed aside the two men who were laboring hungrily over Consuela's breasts.
They fell into the excited crowd, yelping as their heads hit the floor.
Consuela screamed as the trucker latched on to her nipples and pressed his fingers together.
"IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!! " she shrieked.
The crowd erupted with harsh laughter.
A hand slid out of the circle of drunken slobs and smacked her across the face.
"Shut up, bitch!"
The wails of laughter rose anew.
Consuela's tears of anguish poured down her cheeks.
The trucker savagely pinched her nipples, his cock lingering at the entrance to her tunnel of lust. WHAM!!
Consuela's head shot back and the shriek of a banshee passed her parted lips as the trucker rammed his cock up her twat.
His ass cheeks flexed as he pounded his cock in and out of the Puerto Rican stripper's battered cunt.
"Ram that monster up her filthy hole!"'
"Fuck the shit out of that slut!"
The crowd egged the trucker on, forcing him to bulldoze his cock more fiercely into Consuela's snatch.
He ground his slab of fuck meat up her hole, loving the way her pussy lips wrapped snugly around his member.
His beefy balls slapped against her pelvic bone again and again.
Consuela bucked her hips up to meet his savage thrust
The pain in her arms and legs increased, but she decided agony in her limbs was better than torture in her twat.
Time after time that massive cock slid up her squelching hole.
Consuela's cunt juices oozed out of her pussy. As horrified and angry as she was, she had to admit that getting fucked by that monstrous cock was turning her on.
Her clitoris throbbed and danced atop her pussy.
Her cunt lips were battered, but they were so ravaged by that time she could barely feel the pain.
Her twat was throbbing with lust.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Her loins shuddered with delight.
A fresh sea of cunt juices flowed through her cunt canal.
Those sizzling juices greased up the trucker's prick.
It glistened with hot love juices.
"Look at that bitch!" a man in the crowd sneered. "She-likes getting raped!"
The crowd watched in amazement as Consuela's groans of agony turned into grunts of rapture.
The trucker felt her nipples grow erect under his touch.
He felt her cunt lips wrap hungrily around his plunging pole.
His hot wads of jism shot forth from his cock.
Consuela's eyes lit up with delight.
"YES! YES!! " she gasped. "Fill up my tight fuck hole! Flood my twat with your hot wads of come, you well-hung bastard!"
The trucker forced his last drop of jism into Consuela's tepid fuck-hole.
He sneered down at her with contempt.
"Stupid cunt!" he snorted. He spat on Consuela's enraptured face. The crowd cheered and applauded its approval. The smile disappeared from Consuela's face. The trucker tugged his cock out of her steaming twat.
Her ruddy pussy lips snapped together, a film of cunt juice covering the battered flesh.
The next in line, a swarthy man with two day's growth on his chin, looked down at Consuela's spread legs.
"What the hell is the sense of raping this bitch's twat if she enjoys it?! " he asked.
A man to his right shrugged.
"It's a piece of fine meat, ain't it?" he asked.
The swarthy man sneered.
"It's a piece of well-fucked whore meat," he spat out.
He grappled his stiff cock for a moment, staring down at Consuela's spread thighs as if deciding something.
His glazed eyes suddenly lit up.
"I got an idea," he said.
The crowd crowed around with interest.
The dark man with the stiff cock motioned to the guys who held Consuela's legs and arms pinned to the floor.
"Flip her around," he instructed. "I'm gonna fuck this filthy bitch up the ass!"
The drunken crowd shrieked with approval.
Consuela squealed as her arms and legs were released from the vise-like grips.
Her moment of freedom was short-lived, however.
Her captors grabbed her limbs and flipped her over on the beer-splattered floor.
She groaned as a muddy engineer boot kicked her in the head.
Her eyes rolled in their sockets as her mind reeled.
She felt her ass cheeks being spread.
"Look at that ass!" the dark man groaned. "That tight pink hole! Just waiting for my big, stiff cock!"
"P-please!" Consuela muttered. "H-have mercy on my poor butt hole! Please grease up that cock before you slide it in!"
"No way, whore!" the man spat. "I'm gonna love pounding the shit out of that dry hole!"
The crowd cheered.
Some drunk fucker poured his beer over Consuela's back.
Shouts of laughter rose in the air.
Consuela felt the man straddle the backs of her thighs.
She felt the fist-sized knob of his cockhead slid between her creamy butt-cheeks. Consuela bit her lower lips. And silently prayed to Dios for mercy ...
*****
Kathy's eyes bugged from their sockets as the man in black leather pounded the dildo up to the hilt in her cunt.
He rolled the rubber dong around, chuckling with glee as his naked sex slave wriggled with discomfort on the stretching wrack.
He left the dildo lodged firmly up her ass and glanced at her battered body.
Blood still oozed from the solitary laceration on her thigh.
Thick red welts rose all over her creamy flesh; souvenirs from the cat o' nine tails that would haunt her skin for weeks.
He glanced at her tits.
One lash of the whip had hit her left boob.
Other than that, the breasts looked remarkably untouched.
The man in the black mask shook his head.
"This simply will not do," he growled. "Those tits look too damn healthy. Let's see what I can do about that."
Leaving the dildo plunged deeply up Kathy's twat, the stranger in black leather turned and swaggered to the corner to rummage through his pile of torture devices.
Kathy squirmed on the stretching rack, the welts stinging her body, the dildo burning her twat.
"Aha!" the stranger exclaimed with sardonic delight.
Inwardly, Kathy groaned.
She craned her neck and looked up at Sissy.
The girl still hung to the wall, her body covered with blood and bruises.
She was still pretending to be unconscious, but Kathy thought she detected a faint flicker of the eyelids.
She turned back to face her battered body and her cruel sex master.
She stared in horror at the items he clutched in his leather-clad fingers.
Matches, candles and clothespins.
It didn't take a Harvard graduate to realize what the horrible man planned on doing with Kathy's tits
He was going to drip hot wax onto her sensitive flesh!
He was going to pinch her nipples with clothespins!
Kathy's stomach churned with terror.
She discreetly tugged on the ropes that bound her arms and legs to the stretching rack.
The ropes still held her captive as tightly as they had when initially tied.
Her struggle was slight, but it didn't escape the Sex Master's expert eye.
"A bit too much for you, huh?" he asked. "Well, don't think you're getting any sympathy from me.
All cheap sluts need the sleaziness exorcised from their filthy bodies by pain. And these candles and clothespins will do just the trick."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Who knows, though. After this little bit of torture, maybe I'll decide you're clean enough to fuck."
He saw hope glimmer in Kathy's eyes.
He shrugged his broad shoulders once again.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Probably not."
He chuckled as the hope in Kathy's eyes quickly clouded with despair.
He clutched the clothespins in his hands and waved them back and forth before Kathy's face.
She followed them with her eyes.
Her nipples tingled with terrified anticipation.
"I hope this hurts like hell," the man in leather sneered.
Kathy would have gulped had the handkerchief not been lodged so deeply down her throat.
Her eyes followed the paths of the clothespins through the air.
They moved with incredible sluggishness towards her nipples.
Bastard! Kathy thought to herself. He really wants to build up the suspense! This ass-hole is sick! What a sick, sick mind! Am I ever going to get out of here alive?! Am I ever going to be able to feel my nipples again?!
The clothespins snapped open mere millimeters from the pink paps that graced the tops of her boobs.
The bastard in black hovered the opened clothespins in the air above Kathy's tits.
Kathy grew exceedingly squeamish with anxiety.
SNAP!
SNAP!
Her body struggled on the stretching rack as the man in leather plucked her nipples with the clothespins.
Extreme spasms of agony coursed through her tits.
Her body wriggled into the splinters as tears welled in her eyes.
The man in the death mask chuckled with cruel pleasure.
The blood rose to her nipples, turning them from a delicate pink shade to a deep red hue.
Kathy's eyes bulged in their sockets as anguish coursed through her breasts.
"So much for the preliminaries," the man sneered. "Now we get down to the real pain."
He struck a match and stared at the flame that flared up at the head.
He lit the wick of a candle with fingers that trembled with excitement.
His cock swelled in his crotch as he brought the burning candle closer and closer to the delicate mounds of Kathy's tits.
When the candle hovered over her left tit, he tilted it ever so slightly to the side.
Kathy watched with increasing horror as a droplet of hot wax spilled over the side and sailed through the air.
Towards her tender tit!
She winced and screamed into the handkerchief as the hot wax splattered over her creamy flesh.
Her titflesh sizzled and charred the moment the wax made contact.
An insane little chortle escaped from underneath the death mask.
The stranger tilted the candle so that it was parallel to Kathy's prone body.
The flame flickered at a right angle to the candle.
The scalding candle wax trickled in streams from the flame.
Kathy's bound body wriggled with anguish as drop after drop of sizzling wax splattered on her tits.
The man waved the candle back and forth over her burning boobs
Candle wax splattered on her left tit.
On her right tit.
Trickled into her cleavage.
Kathy's entire chest seemed as if it were aflame.
Her head rolled from side to side on the stretching rack as agony coursed though her sizzling tits.
Suddenly, the man in black brought the candle up to the slit that marked the mouth of the leather death mask.
He blew out the candle.
"I think that's enough torture for the moment," he said.
Kathy nodded her head, tears of misery coursing down her cheeks.
Muffles of suffering spurting from her gagged mouth.
The stranger looked his victim up and down.
He was pleased at what he saw.
He also figured that Kathy had learned her lesson.
Despite his scorn when she had relayed the story to him that she was really an investigative reporter, he had believed her.
He figured Kathy Koppelheimer really wasn't a stripper.
She couldn't keep to the beat of the music in her high heeled pumps.
She had gotten her ring caught in her g-string the first time she had danced, and left it dangling through half her act.
No self-respecting stripper would have been caught dead engaging in such embarrassing faux pas.
He nodded his head firmly up and down.
"I think I have killed all the slutishness out of you," the man growled. "I have whipped it out. I have burned it out. I have churned it out of your pussy with that dildo."
Kathy's tears began to dry from her eyes. The look of hope returned once again. "And now that you are totally cleansed," he said. "I am going to fuck you 'til you beg for mercy!" Kathy's eyes lit up.
Even in the horrible predicament she found herself, the horny little nympho had to admit that her clitty was tingling with delight at the suggestion of a really good fuck!
Against the wall, Sissy suddenly looked up, enraged.
"Hey!" she yelled angrily. "You brought me down to this shit hole before her! Why the hell are you through torturing her, when I'm still hanging here like a piece of meat at the butcher's!"
The man in the mask whirled around.
"Because you are still a cheap, vulgar whore!" he snarled. "And if you don't shut up, I'm going to take the whip to your filthy body before the wounds have a chance to heal!"
Sissy fell silent against the wall, the shackles rattling slightly.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head to her cleavage once again.
The man in leather turned his attention back to Kathy's naked, battered body.
He reached for the dildo and slid it out of her cunt.
Kathy's eyes glimmered with tears of gratitude as her cunt lips snapped into place.
The stranger threw the glistening dildo to the floor.
He reached to his crotch and thrust down his zipper.
He slid his leather-clad hands into his leather briefs and tugged on his erect shaft.
His massive cock slid into view.
Kathy stared in amazement at the impressive member.
It throbbed hungrily between her Sex Master's thighs.
Ten thick inches of blood-engorged cockmeat.
The man grunted as he hiked his brawny form atop the stretching rack.
He straddled Kathy's trembling hips, one grimy engineer boot placed on either side of her legs.
He wound his fingers around the base of his huge prick.
"This might hurt like hell, too," he grunted. "But I have a feeling you're going to like this type of torture."
Kathy stared as the massive cockhead as it inched closer and closer to her ravaged cunt lips.
She reflected that what her Sex Master had said was correct.
That meaty member would indeed hurt like hell.
But she was certainly going to enjoy it...!
The fist-sized cockhead approached her yearning cunt lips.
Kathy took a deep breath.
And waited to be impaled on the end of her master's fuck lance.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Consuela shrieked with horror as the swarthy man's cock plunged up her virgin butt hole.
She had had many men in her short life, but not one of them had attempted to journey down her Hershey highway.
The cockhead popped past her stubborn sphincter muscle and plummeted up her rectum.
She felt the shit ram into her bowels as the man savagely thrust his cock forward.
He gasped as his balls smacked against her shapely ass cheeks. The crowd cheered.
Consuela tried to wriggle out from underneath the hands and legs that pinned her captive to the floor.
Escape was impossible.
Even if she could wriggle out from underneath the bastard who was pumping his cock up her ass. she still had an entire club full of drunken bastards who would stop her and drag her to the floor every step she took.
They would get more abusive if she attempted to escaped.
Consuela lay her head on the floor in defeat and stared at a crushed can of Budweiser. Her ass burned.
The massive cock flying in and out of her tiny butt hole sent spasms of agony coursing through her rectum.
The walls of her shit chute clamped down around the plunging member.
In and out that thick cock traveled. In and out. In and out.
The shrieks of the crowd rose to and insane level of excitement.
They had never seen a woman getting raped up the ass before.
The drunken slobs who could still get it up hovered around the rumping figures, waiting in desperation for their turn up the shit canal
Their cocks throbbed hungrily in their trousers.
Their balls tingled in anticipation of feeling that tight butt hole wrapped around their plummeting members.
They watched with increasing hunger as the swarthy man rode the stripper's ass as brutally as he could.
He rammed his cock into the warm depths of her bowels.
Shit juices oozed out of Consuela's tight Puerto Rican ass and trickled down the backs of her legs.
"Jesus!" the man atop her groaned. "I'm gonna shoot my wad already! Love this tight ass wrapped around my cock!"
Cheers of delight erupted from the horny masses.
Consuela felt the man's ass cheeks tighten on the backs of her thighs.
She could feel the urgency building in his thrusts.
She heard his desperate gasps of rapture as the orgasm approached.
The man raping her ass wailed with luck-starved pleasure.
His cock exploded deep up her ass-hole. Loads of hot jism spurt into her bowels. She felt the hot streams Hooding her shit canal, mingling with the shit juices that lingered there.
He pulled out of her swiftly.
He held his shit-covered cock up for the viewing pleasure of one and all.
It quickly grew limp in his hands as the shrieks of drunken delight rose in the smoke filled air.
"Lemme get my cock up that whore's ass!" snarled a fierce looking monster with a bald head.
The dark man was dudged off Consuela's burning butt-cheeks.
She groaned as the bald man plopped his firm ass cheeks down upon her upper thighs.
"No! No!" she wailed, feeling her ass cheeks spread apart once again.
SMACK!!
The bald man slapped the back of her head. "Shut up, bitch!" he snarled. Consuela groaned as her skull cracked against the floor.
The man slid his cock between the creamy mounds of her butt cheeks.
His blood-engorged cockhead invaded her sweaty butt crack.
Consuela wriggled with discomfort on the filthy floor of T & A Galore. The hearty gales of cruel laughter rang in her ears. Her tits pressed against the beer-splattered floor. Her ravaged cunt throbbed painfully. A cigarette butt clung to her left nipple. She had really hit the low point of her career.
When she had arrived in New York City ten years earlier, her mind had danced with visions of fame and fortune under the bright Broadway spotlights.
It hadn't taken her long to realize that her talents were best spent entertaining the customers at the tables of the greasy spoon joint she had waitressed at for three years.
Tired of scrounging for tips to pay the rent and buy bags of measly groceries, she had moved into the sleazy world of underground entertainment.
To some it may have appeared a notch down on the rung of occupations.
But Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro had figured that the neon lights of the T & A joint were better than no lights at all.
How wrong she had been, she suddenly reflected.
There she was, her clothes stripped from her body, a mob of cunt-starved slobs drooling their Budwiesers over her aching back, her pussy stinging from the numerous cocks that had attacked it, a cock sliding up her butt crack ... ready to plunge deep up her bowels.
What Consuela would give for a few tables at a greasy spoon joint at that very moment!
Of course, the decision had been made by her long ago.
The past couldn't be altered.
Consuela grit her teeth and waiting for the bald man's cock to pop past her sphincter muscle.
"Jesus Christ!" the man snarled. "This sure is one hell of a tight bunghole! I can't even fit my cock up it!"
"Aw, use a little elbow grease!" somebody called out.
The bald man rearranged his ass-cheeks on Consuela's upper thighs.
He gripped his cock at the base and thrust his hips forward with all his might.
Consuela screamed as the blood-engorged prickhead stretched the entrance to her shit hole to the snapping point.
The bald man took a deep breath.
His massive pecs filled with air as he prepared to ram his cock into the stripper's bowels.
WHAM!!
Consuela's ass-hole burned as the man's cock popped into her rectum and slid up her shit-filled recesses.
"No! No!" she begged, her cries of protest growing weaker and weaker as the man impaled her time after time on the end of his meaty member.
"Ooh! Feels pretty damn good to me!" the man snarled.
His fingers lunged for the girl's smooth ass cheeks.
Consuela bit her lower lips as she felt the man's fingertips dig into her ass-flesh.
He clawed at her butt-cheeks, spreading them wide to allow every inch of his member entry into her tight bung hole.
He swiveled his hips and plunged his massive member deep up Consuela's ass.
Tears rolled down her grime-covered cheeks.
She could no longer feel anything in her butt hole.
Two thick cocks had rendered the nerve endings in her sensitive butt walls useless.
This was some consolation to the Puerto Rican stripper, but she wondered if she would ever be able to sit again without surgery.
The bald man's torso swiveled and looped as he reamed every last inch of Consuela's butt hole.
Her ass wriggled before him.
He held her butt cheeks firmly into place, spread wide to allow his forest of sweaty pubes into her butt crack every time he thrust forward.
Droplets of sweat coursed down his ugly face.
His balls were alive with pre-orgasmic delight.
His loins throbbed with rapture.
His limbs shuddered as he rammed his cock up to the hilt in the girl's wriggling butt hole.
The bald man could feel those moist ass walls wrapping around his plunging member.
Consuela's butt hole was so tight that he actually experienced difficulty in sliding his cock out of her velvety hole.
He used all his strength, however, and grunted as he tugged his shaft out of her hole.
Consuela squealed as the cock was shoved with increasing severity up her hole.
Shit juices rolled down the backs of her thighs.
"Christ!" the bald man groaned. "I feel my wad coming! I'm gonna shoot my load!"
The crowd of drunken slobs cheered him on.
"SHOOT IT UP THERE!! "
"FLOOD THAT WHORE'S ASS!! "
The bald man's body tensed.
Every muscle in his beefy form grew taut.
He grit his teeth and the wail of a Neanderthal man rose from his throat.
"AARRGGHHH!! "
Consuela moaned as she felt her ass walls being whitewashed by the bald man's jism.
He rode out his orgasm, his brutal strokes growing increasingly weak and tender.
A sudden commotion broke out within the crowd.
"THE COPS!"
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!! "
The cock popped out of her ravaged butt hole.
Consuela squealed as boots and shoes suddenly leaped over her naked body.
She was almost trampled underfoot as the crowd panicked and poured out of the club through the fire exits.
"Help! Help!" she squealed, her hands and legs finally freed.
She shielded herself from the throbbing masses as they flew in every direction.
And suddenly she was in the arms of an amazed police officer.
"Are you all right, miss?" the good boy in polyester blue inquired.
Consuela moaned and collapsed into the safety Of his muscular arms.
"Dios has heard and answered my prayers," she muttered.
The police officer dragged the battered, ravaged Puerto Rican to her feet and placed her in a chair.
Consuela straddled the chair, her legs spread.
"Oh, my cunt!" she moaned. "Oh, my ass! Oh, I will never, never dance in this shit hole again!"
Barney the bartender grabbed a bar towel and wrapped it around Consuela's shoulders.
He handed the policeman another.
The police officer delicately hid Consuela's ravaged privates from sight.
"Do you wish to make a statement? Do you wish to press charges? Do you wish to see a doctor?"
Consuela lifted her throbbing head and stared at him with glazed eyes.
"All I wish to do," she said. "Is soak my body in a goddamn tub of hot water and go to sleep."
The police officer stood up and pulled himself to his full height.
"I'm ... er ... sure that can be arranged," he said.
*****
Meanwhile, down in the basement of T & A Galore ...
The Sex Master inched his cock closer and closer to Kathy's yearning fuck hole.
"I'm really gonna enjoy this," he growled. "I can't wait to ram the hell outa that tight, clean pussy of yours!"
Kathy's eyes gleamed with delight and anticipation.
Her cunt lips trembled and her pussy juices flowed so freely they rolled down her legs.
Her twat seemed to sizzle as the man slid the blood-engorged knob of his cockhead towards her.
Her pussy lips parted as the head of the prick slid into the moist dampness of her hole.
Kathy slid her hips up to meet her master's gentle thrust.
The man under the leather death mask took a deep breath. WHAM!!
Kathy's eyes bulged as she was suddenly impaled on the end of his bull-sized dong.
Her pussy juices squirt out of her cunt like a geyser.
The Sex Master rammed his cock up to the hilt in her aching fuck-hole.
His beefy balls swung through the air and smacked against her pelvis. Kathy's body shuddered.
The man in leather pumped his cock savagely in and out of her hole.
She writhed with delight and anguish on the stretching rack.
Her mind reeled with lust.
How she longed to scream out in ecstasy!
Faster and faster that cock plummeted in and out of her hole.
His hips shot back and forth, almost a mere whir of color he was pumping so quickly up her twat.
"UNGH!!" the stranger grunted, feeling Kathy's cunt walls clamp down around his massive member.
"UNGH!! "
"UNGH!! "
Kathy felt his prick invade her deepest depths.
Every limb she possessed danced with delight.
Her cunt juices bubbled up from her womb and trickled up her twat canal.
She did as good as job as she could in her bound position, trying to give the Sex Master the best fuck he had ever experienced.
She seemed to be doing a good job.
His gasps of delight rose into the steamy air of the basement torture chamber.
The thrust of his cock grew more intense.
More excited.
Under the leather death mask, sweat rolled in streams down his face.
Breathing was so difficult it came in low, labored gasps.
The Sex Master reached up and tore his mask from his face.
Sissy gasped, still hanging from the wall in her shackles.
"Bart Pasternak! The bouncer!" she wailed. "It was you! Oh, my God! I suspected it all the time!"
"Shut up, slut!" Bart grunted, his beefy dong sliding in and out of Kathy's cunt. "Shut up ... or you won't get out of here alive!"
His cock suddenly exploded deep inside Kathy's ravaged twat.
Kathy's body fell limply onto the stretching rack as the beefy bouncer pumped his load deep into her cunt.
Load after creamy load of hot love jism spurt from his monstrous member and emptied into the dank recesses of her cunt.
His brawny body jerked as he forced the last droplet of come from his stiff shaft.
He sighed as he withdrew his satisfied member from Kathy's steaming cunt.
"Christ, that was great!" he muttered.
His cock grew limp between his legs.
He grabbed the deflated shaft and slid it back into his leather brie Is
He quickly zipped up his fly.
Bart Pasternak slid off Kathy's exhausted body and landed on the floor beside her.
He gazed lovingly into her eyes.
"Finally," he whispered. "I found a girl who was not a slut, but who sure as hell could handle my cock like she was one!"
A proud smile creased his face.
"I think I'll be seeing quite a lot of you in the future," Bart said.
He turned quickly and swaggered away.
Kathy squirmed and wriggled on the stretching rack, hoping the bouncer wasn't planning on keeping her locked up in the basement torture chamber much longer.
Bart turned around once again.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm going to untie you both and let you go as soon as I finish my shift upstairs. I've been on my break for quite a while now. I bet they've missed me. I stayed away a bit longer than I should have, I suppose."
"Praise the Lord!" Sissy moaned. "He's going to set us free!"
Bart stared at her, surprised.
"Of course I'm going to! What did you think I was going to do? Kill you?"
The irony of the reply was, apparently, lost on Bart Pasternak.
Sissy rattled her chains and giggled with glee.
*****
"Penelope!"
Penelope looked up from her desk.
Marcia's secretary stood before her, horn-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose.
"Yes?" Penelope inquired.
"Marcia would like to see you in her office," the secretary intoned in a nasally voice.
A broad smile crossed Penelope's face.
"Oh, good," she said. "I suppose she's just finished reading my final draft of the article?"
"Er ... yes," the secretary said. "But I wouldn't look so pleasure if I were you."
"How do you mean?! " Penelope inquired, slightly taken aback.
"Well ... er ... .perhaps you should discuss it with her. All I know about the situation is that she did not smile when she told me to come fetch you '
Penelope got up quickly from her desk
"Whatever could me the matter?" she wondered aloud. "That story about the Sex Master kidnapping the blonde strippers is one of the most thoroughly researched articles I've ever written! Perhaps she's peeved because there are no accompanying photos. But I gave her a note that described how effective the proper graphics might be..
The secretary shrugged and gently led Penelope by the elbow down the hallway.
"As I said, you'll have to discuss it with Marcia." Penelope strode confidently into the editor's office.
Marcia sat behind the massive mahogany desk, Penelope's manuscript in her hand and a look of disgust on her face.
The self-confidence quickly drained out of Penelope's demeanor.
"Er ... what's the matter Marcia?" she asked, sitting timidly in the chair across the desk from her editor.
"This!" Marcia exclaimed, waving the typewritten document in the air. "This is what's the matter."
"B-but my report on the Sex Master," Penelope said. "I went through so much physical and menial abuse to get the story. I thought you would be so pleased. It has all the correct ingredients of a star) guaranteed to tell magazines! Sex, desire, torture ... all told from a first person perspective. I ... I thought you would be so pleased...."
Marcia glared at her investigative reporter, her eyes smoldering with suspicion and disgust.
"You did not go through physical and mental abuse to get this story," she said. "It is nothing more than the lunatic ravings of a sex-starved masochist on the verge of a mental breakdown!"
"But I-"
"This is the most repulsive, disgusting, vile piece of ... fabrication!. . .that has been handed across my desk in all the years I have been editor of this magazine!" Marcia shrieked. "Do you honestly expect a magazine as respected and well-established as ours to lower ourselves and print such ... such ... FILTH?! " "Well, I-"
"Of course, I could see if an ounce of it actually bordered on the truth. If it were nothing more than a well-embroidered fabrication with the slightest inkling of reality at the core. But it is not. It is merely ... it is merely...."
"It's true! All of it! I swear!"
Marcia leaned across the desk, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"I have know you for five years now, Penelope. And I would never have suspected you were such a pathological liar! A pervert! A child of Lucifer himself!"
"Bbut, Marcia! Please! I-"
"Out!" Marcia shrieked, her face growing pink with rage. "Out of my office this very instant! Clear out your desk and be on your way! I hear there are openings at the National Enquirer for sick minds like yours!"
"Marcia, you're overreacting to the-"
Penelope leaped from the comfort of the chair as Marcia picked up a glass paperweight and wielded it menacingly in the air.
"OUT OF MY OFFICE, SPAWN OF SATAN!! "
Penelope yelped and ran out of Marcia's office as quickly as she could.
As she sped down the hallway, her overwrought mind raced.
The best story she had ever written would never be published.
Unless she could expand it and turn it into a book.
Penelope wondered feverishly if any publishing house would ever accept such a bizarre, perverse tale.
