Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much sadder...
Kathy Kramer, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A young secretary, she finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
ABUSED SECRETARY-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Aw, come on, Kathy, I know you want to fuck me," Jack Johnson whispered as he slipped his hands under her sweater and rubbed his sweating palm over her tits. Jack finally had Kathy where he wanted her-sitting on the couch in his apartment. "Give in and fuck me, Kathy. You can't imagine how bad I want to fuck your sweet pussy, baby. God! I'm just dying to fuck you, Kathy."
"No way, Jack," she purred. "I'm a virgin, and I'm going to stay that way. I'm saving my cherry for my husband, and you and I aren't married. Not yet, anyway." She arched her back and luxuriated as Jack massaged her luscious tits which heaved and bobbed in his grasp. Her nipples became taut, pointed buttons. Her ripe, virgin pussy throbbed with desire. She breathed heavily because she really wanted to fuck Jack. He was a handsome man and a very successful junior executive at the firm.
But, in Kathy Kramer's mind, Jack simply wasn't successful enough. She wanted to land the man at the top of Benson's Quarterly Magazine, the most prestigious horse-racing publication in California, with offices in glamorous Beverly Hills. No, she simply would not allow herself to get carried away by lust and passion. Kathy wanted the renowned Mr. Benjamin Benson, the founder and president of the corporation where she was employed as a secretary. She could wait. She had waited this long, six months. Kathy Kramer was a beautiful, scheming young woman who knew what she wanted and had a well-thought-out plan for how to get it.
"Damn, Kathy!" Jack Johnson exclaimed breathlessly. "You are so fucking beautiful. Jesus, I love you so much. And, I know damned well that you love me, too. Please, let me fuck you, baby. You'll love it, darling. I'll be real sweet and gentle. I promise. You said that you might marry me. Doesn't that mean anything?" His damp fingers gripped her lovely pink nipple and twirled it about. He licked the soft curve of her neck adoringly.
"Sure, Jack. I...I like you a lot. But, don't rush me. I said that I might marry you. I...I'm not really sure yet." But, she really was sure that she wouldn't marry Jack Johnson. Jack was a nice man, but he wasn't the man she wanted. She was only using Jack Johnson to get to the top. Kathy had no scruples about using the junior executive as a means to an end, that end being the fabulously wealthy Mr. Benjamin Benson. Still, she had to be careful. She couldn't afford to offend Jack, or he might fire her and destroy her carefully laid plans. She had to soothe his huge male ego, but she knew exactly how to do that. Reaching across his heaving chest, she slipped her hand down his upper torso and slid her pretty, well-manicured fingers across the crotch of his trousers. His prick was throbbing mightily inside his pants.
"Ohhhhh, Kathy," he gasped as he felt her hand rubbing at his crotch. "I want to fuck you so bad, baby. Please. I...I can't take much more of this."
"Shhhh. Relax, darling. Relax and enjoy my fingers. You love my pretty fingers, don't you, Jack?" she whispered. She pouted, opened, her deep blue eyes wide and pretended to act hurt.
"Y-yes...I love your fingers, Kathy," he stammered in reply, wriggling his ass on the deep cushions of the touch. "But, I just..."
"I know. You want more. You want to fuck me. But, you can't, Jack. Not now. You know how I feel about my virginity. You'll just have to be satisfied with this for now, darling."
Her soothing voice seemed to placate the nervous man for the time being. He slouched on the couch, his eyes rolling in his head. A thin line of perspiration formed on his,brow and he clenched his teeth, his mind aswirl with desire. Her deft fingers found his zipper and she tugged it down. Reaching inside of his pants, she cupped his balls and pulled out his constricted ball-sac. Stealing a fleeting glance at his crotch, she shuddered happily as she caught sight of his raging hard-on. His cock-knob was purplish and rubbery. His lengthy cock was lined with veins. Tenderly, gently, lovingly, she ran her long, lacquered fingernails along his throbbing cock-shaft, raking her nails lightly across his sensitive prick which pulsated in response to her well-practiced caresses.
"Unnggghh! Oh, yeah! Goddamn!" he gasped with pleasure. "You do that so well, Kathy. Ummm! Damn, I love you, baby! I can't wait until we get married, honey." His features became contorted as he sucked in a deep breath of air. He squeezed her nipple and bent down to suck her luscious, thrusting tit.
Jack Johnson adored his beautiful young secretary. She was the loveliest, most adorable woman in the whole office, and Jack was proud that she was his girl. He was aching to fuck her sweet pussy, but she wouldn't allow it. Kathy Kramer was an old-fashioned girl, he thought. She was un-like any of the other women that he had dated. He never had any trouble fucking the secretaries at the office. He knew damned well that he could have married any one of them if he had wanted. He was a well-respected junior executive, confident of his own good looks, with a good salary. In short, Jack Johnson was a good catch. The only thing that he wanted was to marry the voluptuous Kathy Kramer. Then, he would be able to fuck her sweet cunt any time he felt like it and all the guys at the office would envy him.
"You like this, don't you, Jack?" Kathy purred softly. She gripped his prick in her fist and pumped the heated flesh of his lengthy shaft. She licked her lips and smiled at him, her tits heaving as he stroked and tenderly pinched her taut nipples.
"Yeah, I...I love it, Kathy," he stammered. "I love you, darling. Ummm!" He sighed and moved his hips back and forth to derive the maximum pleasure from her caressing hand. At the same time, he sucked hard on her nipple, slurping her taut pink tit-button deep into his hot mouth.
Gripping the base of his throbbing cock tightly in her fist, Kathy pulled at his raging hard prick. She loved to toss Jack Johnson off. She got a kick out of making the cocky man squirm about in her grasp as she jerked hard and fast on his mighty prick. She knew just how to manipulate his cock so that she brought him to the verge of coming. Then, she would back off, slow down, and leave him hanging. Clamping her fist around his bloated cock, she fingered the sensitive spot beneath his cock-knob and smiled as she heard him gasp with sexual pleasure. This time, she decided, she would toss Jack off properly. She would make him come. She had to keep the man somewhat satisfied. She simply had to keep him wrapped around her little finger. It was a shame, she thought, that she had to use Jack so ruthlessly to get to the top. When she got what she wanted and finally dumped him, she knew that he would be heartbroken, but that was just too damned bad.
"Oh, Kathy. Please do something for me, darling," he pleaded as he released his sucking lips from her nipple and stared into her lovely, blue eyes.
"I told you, Jack," she replied in anger. "I'm not going to let you fuck me."
"I know. I know. But, will you...will you suck my cock?" he blurted. "Please give me a blowjob."
She thought about it for a moment as she looked at his throbbing prick. Why not? she thought. That would keep him happy for a while. "Okay," she said.
She bent down and slipped his prick-tip between her ruby lips. Jack's cock lurched and spasmed in her mouth. She could actually feel his prick growing and filling with blood as she slurped his cock into her mouth. His cock-knob hammered away in her mouth, banging against the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. She almost gagged as he bucked, slamming his rock-hard prick deep into her mouth.
"Unnggghhh! Yeah! Ohhhh! Hot damn!" he snorted as he twisted and turned on the couch, face-fucking her with his stiff, throbbing cock.
Kathy was stunned and bewildered. Jack had never acted so lewdly before. He was mouthing crude obscenities as his prick slammed hard and fast into her sucking mouth. Jack seemed to have lost all control. He was overcome with passion and lust.
"Yeah, suck it! Suck my cock, Kathy. Ummmmm! Damn! Give me a good fucking blow-job, baby! Suck it harder! Go for it, bitch!"
Kathy could hardly believe her ears. Jack had just called her a bitch! He was acting like a wild animal! How could he call her such a terrible thing? She didn't deserve that kind of treatment. She wouldn't stand for it! She quickly pulled her mouth away from his cock and stared at him in disbelief.
"What the hell's come over you, Jack? Why are you talking to me like that?" she demanded.
"Shut up and suck my cock, dammit! You started the job. Now finish it!"
He had a most angry tone in his voice and Kathy knew at once that Jack meant business. His eyes were glazed over and beads of sweat dotted his forehead. His features were contorted in a vengeful mask of unbridled lust.
"But, Jack...I don't understand. Why are you behaving in such a crude manner. It doesn't make any-"
"I said shut up, bitch! Suck my cock!" he commanded. He grimaced and, without warning, slapped her hard across the mouth.
Kathy winced as the open-palmed blow struck her, rattling her perfect white teeth. Her cheek turned crimson and a sharp pain lanced through her face. Tears formed in her eyes and she glanced at him, appealing for mercy, fully expecting to see him anxiously attempting to apologize for his horrid behavior.
But Jack Johnson was in no mood to apologize. He was angry and at the end of his rope with his lovely young secretary. She had pushed him too far, and now he had snapped. He seemed to have no control over his actions. Gripping a thick handful of her curly blonde hair in his fist, he shoved her face down toward his stiff prick. "Suck my cock! Now!" he bellowed, his throaty voice threatening and filled with menace. He punctuated his command by slapping her again, and shoved her roughly to the floor. Her knees scraped across the carpet and he pulled her head upward thrusting his hips forward so that his prick was positioned before her tear-filled eyes. She knelt before him, scared out of her tits. "Suck my cock! Suck it!"
"Wh-what's come over you, Jack?" she stammered.
"I've had it with you, you fucking prick-teaser!" he snorted. "I'm not the sort of man that a woman can play with, Kathy. I've just about had it with you. I'm going crazy. Now, if you know what's good for you, you better start sucking my cock right now, before I completely lose my temper and decide to rape your cunt!"
Kathy could tell by the angry tone of his voice that Jack wasn't kidding. He meant every word of his vile threat. She knew that she had no choice but to obey his lewd command. The last thing that she wanted now was to be raped! That would ruin her plans to snare the rich and powerful Mr. Benjamin Benson. Benson had a reputation for wholesomeness. He often spoke out against loose sex, and it was a well-known policy at the office that any woman caught fucking around would be immediately fired from her job. If she hoped to marry Benjamin Benson, she would have to remain a virgin.
"Okay, okay!" she exclaimed. "I'll do it, Jack! I'll suck your cock." She bent down and, once again, sucked his mighty prick between her ruby lips. Immediately, Jack began to face-fuck her furiously, ramming his lengthy prick between her lips, deep into her hot mouth.
"Ggghhhh! Yeah, shit! Hot fucking damn!" he snorted as he brutally face-fucked the beautiful woman, slamming his cock into her mouth, his tight, sweat-dampened ball-sac slapping lewdly beneath her chin.
Jack's hairy crotch obscured her vision, so she closed her eyes tightly and went about the vile task of sucking his throbbing prick. His cock probed about inside her hot mouth, slithering across her tongue and impaling her throat, cutting off her intake of oxygen. She coughed and gagged, trying desperately to breathe in air, but she could only manage short breaths. Her head ached and her mind raced with fear. This was a dreadful situation, but she had to keep sucking Jack's raging prick. If she stopped, he would beat her some more. What was even worse, he might insist on raping her virgin pussy. She couldn't have that!
"Yeah, my lovely little bitch! Give your man a dynamite blowjob, Kathy. Go for it, cunt!" he bellowed obscenely.
As Jack's prick sluiced in and out of her slurping lips, Kathy felt humiliated, terribly degraded and horribly frightened. Jack was behaving like a madman! Feelings of hate and fear welled up inside of her as she bent to her debasing task. His cock was growing to enormous proportions in her mouth. The tip of his cock pressed far into her throat and she coughed and wheezed as she struggled to maintain her composure and draw air into her lungs.
"Go for it, slut!" he rasped lewdly. "Give me a damn good blowjob and I won't fuck your pussy! Suck my cock, you bitch! Cock-teasing fucking whore!" He jerked his hips forward and his balls slapped at her chin, making an indescribably lewd noise that filled the living room of his apartment. Jack was halfway off the couch now, slouched down, his eyeballs deep in their sockets as he face-fucked the young woman. He swung his thighs up and wrapped them around Kathy's neck, pressing tightly against her ears until her head spun and she could only hear muffled sounds of Jack grunting and groaning as he fucked her mouth with his throbbing, stiff prick.
"Unnnggghhh! Ummppphhh! Unnnnnnn!" he grunted, tightening his pelvic muscles and thrusting forward again, impaling her mouth with his raging hard cock. "Suck! Suck! Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it harder!"
Suddenly, he slipped off the couch and fell down on her, knocking her over backward. Her head hit the floor with the force of a hammer and she blacked out for a second, but, when she came to her senses, she realized that Jack had not missed a single stroke into her sucking mouth. He was straddling her face now, his knees pressing into the carpet on either side of her head, his balls slapping at her chin, his cock ramming deep into her ravaged throat as she continued to suck his prick.
"Yeah, shit!" he hissed. "Get my rocks off, bitch! Come right in your sucking mouth, baby! Shoot my wad down your fucking throat! Hot fucking damn, bitch! Suck my prick! Hard! Harder!"
She looked up at him and shuddered with fear as she watched him lunge forward, ramming his mighty cock-shaft into her sucking mouth. His prick sluiced hard and fast, parting her lips as his lengthy cock-shaft disappeared again and again in her mouth. His face was covered with perspiration and rivers of sweat streamed down from his forehead, running down his cheeks to his chin and dripping onto the floor. His eyes were glazed over and he appeared to be lost in a world of his own-a world of unrestrained lust. He seemed to be totally unconcerned that he was brutally and forcefully fucking the mouth of the woman that he had proposed to.
Kathy now hated Jack Johnson! Hated him with all of her heart! She would never have imagined that Jack was capable of treating her so roughly and cruelly. He had always had sex on his brain, but all men were that way, she thought. Now she knew the truth. Jack Johnson was an evil, wicked, crude, depraved man who had absolutely no control over his decadent sexual desires. He was brutal and vicious, and now she no longer felt guilty about using him. She tried to console herself with the thought that, some day, she would be married to Jack Johnson's boss. Then, she thought smugly, she would get Jack fired from his job.
The brutal reality of her present situation returned to her suddenly as she felt Jack's cock-knob begin to twitch with spasmodic convulsions, rubbing against the roof of her mouth. "Unnggghhh! Shit! Any...second...now! Yeah! Gonna shoot my load right up your throat, bitch! Fucking cock-teaser!"
She sucked hard on his cock, slurping his bulbous cock-knob deep into her throat. His balls tightened into a leathery sac and smacked under her chin. She wondered how she had managed to get caught in such a situation as this...actually being forced to suck Jack's prick. It was a nightmarish experience over which she had no control. This thought frightened her terribly. Never had she been so horribly abused before. In the past, she had always managed to control her men. None of them had ever dared to treat her badly for fear that they would lose her. That was the way that Jack Johnson had behaved too...until tonight.
Jack was panting lewdly as he stabbed his mammoth cock into her mouth. His hips jerked rhythmically as he face-fucked her, grinding his pungent crotch into her face.
Suddenly, Jack caught his breath. His body stiffened. He gasped huskily. Then, plunging forward with a powerful cock-thrust that sent his raging prick slithering deep into her throat, he shouted, "Aaaaggghjhh!" He grabbed her by the hair, his clammy hands clenching her beautiful, curly blonde locks, and pulled her face forward. Without warning, his constricted balls released their load of scalding jism. His cum shot out of his cock-slit and spattered across the roof of her mouth. She gagged and tried to spit out his prick to avoid being forced to swallow his jism.
"Swallow my cum, dammit! Swallow it! Drink it all down your fucking throat, bitch!" he snorted loudly as he came. His jism flooded her sucking mouth, coating the insides of her mouth with sticky cum. "Swallow it!" Slap! Slap! Slap! Three times in quick succession, he smacked her face, all the time holding her chin in place so that his spewing prick could not slip out of her lips. "Swallow my cum, damn you!"
Resigning herself to the vile task, Kathy swallowed his cum...and her pride! She slurped his scalding jism down her throat, tasting the salty cum that stuck to her tongue.
"Unnggghhh! Aaggghh!" he grunted and gasped, and lurched forward again, depositing another huge wad of cum in her ravaged mouth.
"Swallow it! All of it! Drink my cum down, bitch!" he commanded.
She hastened to obey before he could slap her again. Gulping down his cum, Kathy reflected on her situation. Then, she thought of how much she hated Jack Johnson for raping her mouth and making her drink his sticky cum. She really despised the man.
"That was nice, Kathy," he said unashamedly as he sat down on the floor, his glistening prick slipping out of her mouth and coating her ruby lips with drooling cum.
She didn't know how to respond. She pouted and wept, wondering what Jack would do next. How could he justify his vile actions?
Jack ran a sweaty palm over his forehead, brushing his hair away from his face. He sighed, shrugged, and took a deep breath of air. He looked straight at her. She averted her eyes with shame. "Listen, Kathy. I don't...I don't know what came over me just then. I hope you'll forgive me. Okay?"
She didn't answer.
"Okay?"
Kathy was perplexed. A jumble of mixed emotions coursed through her befuddled brain. How should she answer him? The brutal reality dawned on her and she shuddered with disgust. Jack was her boss at Benson's Quarterly. She was his secretary. She couldn't very well tell him that she never wanted to see him again. If she did that, she would lose her job. That would be the end of her ambitious plans. Hell, she hadn't even met Mr. Benjamin Benson yet. She would have to be patient with Jack Johnson.
"It's all right, Jack," she replied with a weak shrug of her shoulders. "I...think I understand. You really couldn't help yourself, I guess. Right?"
Jack leapt at the opening. "Yeah. I'm glad you didn't get too mad at me. Hell, I wouldn't want to lose you, Kathy. You know how much I love you."
"I know," she replied. "Everything's all right, but I'm a little shaken up. I'd like to go home now."
Jack kissed her cheek and stood up. He pulled his zipper up, smiled weakly, and said, "That was great, Kathy. Really great. I feel terrific."
Kathy smiled weakly and fought back the desire to tell him off. She despised Jack Johnson, but she couldn't let him know the truth. Not yet. She would swallow her pride this time, and she would seek her revenge after she was married to Benjamin Benson. Then, she would have the power that she sought. Then, she would destroy Jack Johnson for brutally raping her mouth.
Now, she realized, she would have to accelerate her plan of action. Tomorrow, she would approach Joel Peterson, the executive vice president.
CHAPTER TWO
"It's so nice of you to meet me, Mr. Peterson," Kathy said as Joel Peterson led her into his office and closed the door behind them.
Peterson sat down at his big desk, turned on the intercom and spoke to his secretary. "Martha," he said. "Hold all calls. I will be talking with Miss Kramer for a while and I don't wish to be disturbed." He turned to look at Kathy and smiled. "Can I fix you a drink, dear?"
"Why, thank you, sir. B-but, it's not lunch time yet. Would it be all right?"
"What would you like?" he asked.
"A Martini would be nice," she replied, attempting to act in a sophisticated manner.
"Okay, Kathy." Peterson stood and strode to the corner. He pushed a button and the wet bar opened automatically. In a jiffy, he fixed her drink and built himself a Scotch and water. Handing her the Martini, he bent down and smelled her perfume, breathing the heady aroma into his nostrils.
"Mmmmm, you smell nice."
"Why, thank you, sir," she said, her face flushing. She shifted her eyes and looked up at him, glowing with youth and vitality, giving off a sexual aura.
"You certainly are a lovely creature, Kathy. Now, tell me. What is on your mind? Why did you want to see me?"
"Well, sir! I just..."
"Don't call me sir. Don't call me Mr. Peterson, either. Call me Joel...please."
"Thank you, uh...Joel. Well, I've been working here for several months now and..."
"You're Jack Johnson's secretary, aren't you?"
"Yes. But, well..."
"Speak up, Kathy. Don't be afraid." He bent down and spoke close to her ear, whispering. "Whatever you say will remain confidential. I promise you."
Kathy steeled her nerves and said what was on her mind. "I want a better job. I'd like to work for you. I hope you don't think I'm being brash, Joel." She flashed her eyes up at the handsome executive.
"Why, I think that can be arranged," he responded coolly. "I think I could use you, Kathy. But, you might have to work longer hours, dear." He slipped his tongue into her ear, planting a long, wet kiss.
"Ohhh, Joel," she purred. She extended her neck languorously to receive his wet caress.
In a moment, his mouth was pressed against hers and their tongues met in a hot caress. He kissed her hard, his tongue snaking into her mouth. She swooned and found herself enjoying Joel's French kiss. It had been an unexpected pleasure. Before she even had a chance to reflect on what happening, he lifted her up and carried her over to a long table in the corner. Swiftly, he lifted her tight silk skirt and tugged her panties off.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped breathlessly.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing, Kathy?" he replied in an icy tone of voice.
"I don't really know. But, give me my panties back. Please!" she demanded.
"Ha-ha! That's real funny, bitch!" he hissed. His strong fingers grasped the flesh on her creamy thighs as he spread her legs apart and climbed on top of the table. He positioned himself between her spread legs and plunged his thumb into her tight cunt. "Hmmm, nice cunt, baby. Nice and ripe for fucking." He rubbed his thumb around the opening to her pussy, pressing against her fleshy cuntlips and ramming his thumb into her pussy. "Yeah, you've got a nice cunt, Kathy."
"Nooo! Please!" she shrieked, glancing toward the door and expecting Peterson's secretary to come dashing in at any moment.
"Ha! That's funny, baby. Real funny. Let me set you straight right now, bitch. This office is soundproof. The door is locked and my secretary has strict orders not to disturb me. You can scream your lungs out, and nobody'll do anything to help you." He plunged two fingers into her cunt, ramming them knuckle-deep into her seething pussy.
She grimaced with fear and pain as his probing fingers slipped into her cunt. "Please, don't do that! I beg you!" She twisted on the table and managed to escape his probing fingers. As his fingers slipped out of her pussy, she looked closely at the man, her eyes glazed with fright and disbelief.
"That wasn't very smart, Kathy," he said matter-of-factly. He climbed off the table and walked to his desk, pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the lower desk drawer. He pulled the drawer out and produced four pairs of steel manacles and a black leather whip. He smiled lecherously, his eyes wide open and glowing in the harsh office light. Slowly, with deliberate steps, he moved forward.
"Please, don't hurt me," she whispered.
As he grabbed her wrist and clamped a manacle down on her flesh, she cried and tried to pull away from him. She had only one thought in mind-to make a dash for the door. But, her body refused to respond to her mental command. She was frozen in place. Frozen with fear.
"Good God! What are you going to do with me?"
Peterson's answer came in the form of a wicked lashing from the black leather whip. The whip fell across her shoulders, tearing her blouse to shreds.
"Owwwww!" she shrieked as the pain lanced through her body. The whip fell again, this time across the front of her blouse, ripping the fine silk material. She writhed in pain, twisting her body spasmodically to avoid the blows of the wicked black whip. It was useless to try to escape the man or his whip. The whip rained down on her, tearing her clothes and leaving her beautiful, nubile body totally exposed. She fell back on the table, exhausted by her futile attempts to escape the vile punishment. Her tortured body was wracked with terrible pain and she saw stars, but the whipping continued relentlessly.
Peterson worked feverishly, spreadeagling the tortured young woman and binding her to the legs of the table, manacling her wrists and ankles. While he worked on binding her, he kept beating her with the whip, striking her thighs and tits with wild abandon and perverse delight, chuckling as he went about his demonic task.
Finally, he was finished binding her to the table. He stepped back to admire his cruel handiwork. "Aha! Very nice! You're a lovely sight, Kathy."
"Wh-what's...going on here?" she protested. She struggled in her bonds, soon discovering that the steel manacles held her in place on the table-spread-eagled and helplessly exposed.
"Yes, indeed!" Peterson enthused. "You are a tasty little morsel, Kathy. Nice tits! Nice ass! Nice tight cunt! It is tight, isn't it? Your cunt is nice and tight?" He waited a moment and, when she failed to respond to his lewd question, he flailed her tits again with the whip.
"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed in agony. "Yes, dammit! I'm a virgin, you fucking ass-hole!" The moment she said it, she knew that it was a very bad mistake. "I-I didn't mean that, Mr. Peterson! Honest!"
"Yes you did, Kathy," he replied, his voice calm but menacing. "That's all right, though. I won't hold it against you, bitch!"
He raised the whip high and brought it down hard and fast. The tip of the leather whip snapped wickedly across her pussy-mound. When the pain flashed through her cunt, she shrieked and twitched convulsively. It was, without a doubt, the most horrible pain that she had ever experienced. Her pussy felt like it was on fire! Her face contorted into a mask of horrid agony. It was more than she could bear. She knew that she would not be able to endure much more physical abuse.
"Let's see how you like this, Kathy," Peterson said as he tickled her cuntlips with the handle of the leather whip. He chuckled lewdly, tugged down his zipper and pulled out his prick. His cock wagged obscenely in front of him as he slid the whip handle into her cunt, inch by inch.
"Noooooo!" Kathy screamed. She felt so humiliated and degraded. The whip handle was sliding right up her cunt, rubbing along her cunt-walls which twitched in response and clamped down on the thick leather whip handle. She could feel her pussy getting wet from the obscene stimulation. Her pussy-nectar began to flow freely, leaking out of her cunt and dripping down her creamy thighs. She hated herself for getting sexually stimulated by this lewd act of being fucked by a whip handle. It was disgusting and grotesque. But, nevertheless, it was happening. Her pussy made lewd sucking noises as it instinctively clasped the rough leather handle of the black whip.
"Yeah, you like being whip-fucked, don't you, Kathy? You love being whip-fucked, bitch. I can tell. Shit, your cunt's getting all hot and juicy. Hot and ready to be fucked by a real, live cock. Isn't that right, bitch?"
"Noooo! Stop it! Please!" she screamed. But, a moment later, she was speechless. Her cunt really was getting hot and juicy with pussy-nectar. Thick curds of slimy cunt-juice formed on her foaming pussy-walls and leaked and dripped obscenely out of her twat. Her pussy was steaming with passion and lust, emotions-over which she had no control whatsoever. It was horrifying to her to lose total control over her body.
"Yeah, nice hot cunt. Ready to be fucked!" he snorted obscenely as he whip-fucked her cunt, sluicing the evil black whip handle in and out of her juicy pussy.
"No! You...you can't! Please! I-I'm a virgin!" she blurted.
His eyes brightened and opened wide. "Goddamn! You don't say? A virgin! Shit! This is my lucky day!" He chortled and began to stroke his cock with one hand as he continue to pump the whip in and out of her hot cunt with the other. "Yeah, a real, honest-to-God virgin!"
"Please, don't fuck me! I beg you," Kathy pleaded. She writhed about helplessly in her bonds, her ankles and wrists chafing as they rubbed against the manacles which bound her to the table. There was no escape. She was bound firmly. She stared at Peterson's cock, which throbbed and surged with pulsating blood. His cock was big and stiff, and Peterson looked like he was dying to fuck her cunt with his hard prick. If he decided to rape her pussy, there was nothing that she could do to stop him. She was totally at his mercy. "Please, don't fuck me! I want to stay a virgin!"
"Tough shit, bitch!" he shouted angrily. "You've got to get fucked sometime, baby. So, I'm gonna do you a big favor and take your cherry. I love cherries, and I'm really gonna enjoy fucking your pussy. Since you're a virgin, your cunt is gonna be nice and tight. And there's nothing better than a tight-fitting cunt. He pulled off his trousers and climbed on top of the table.
Joel Peterson gripped his thick, blue-veined prick in his hairy hand. Slowly, carefully, he guided his cock toward her gaping cunt-hole, which glistened with pussy-juice. He touched the tip of his cock against her wet cuntlips. She instinctively flinched and wriggled her hips sideways, trying to ward off his cock. She soon discovered that it was useless to struggle. The manacles that bound her to the table bit cruelly into her flesh and she winced in pain. Her eyes were filled with terror and her face was contorted, distorting her lovely young features. Her nostrils were flared and she clenched her teeth. Never before had she experienced such spine-chilling fear. Her body ached from the whipping that the cruel man had given her but her cunt kept churning out thick, hot curds of pussy-juice and she was unable to still her heated excitement. She was strangely, inexplicably fascinated by the brutal cruelty of the moment.
"Yeah, nice tight virgin cunt! The best for fucking! This is going to hurt, bitch! At least, it'll hurt at first...until I bust through your sweet cherry! Damn! Your pussy is nice and hot!" Peterson rubbed his cock-knob across her pussy-flaps, titillating her with the tip of his bloated prick. She could feel her clit responding to the raspy feel of his cock-tip as it pressed into her sensitive pussy-flesh. A weird tingling sensation pulsed through her heated cunt. She gasped. "Here I come, Kathy!" he exclaimed as he slid his prick between her slick pussy-lips.
"Oh, good God! Y-you can't do this to me!" she wailed, tears streaming down her face.
"Shut up, you cunt!" he hissed. "I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you, and there isn't a damned thing you can do to stop me! Ohhhh, shit! Your cunt is so tight!" He groaned loudly and rammed forward, his prick slicing into her tight cunt.
"Ow, it hurts," she wailed. His prick was much thicker than the whip handle that he had shoved up her cunt. She could feel her constricted cunt-walls being stretched to the absolute limit. Her pussy ached terribly.
"I don't give a fuck how much it hurts, cunt!" he snorted.
He slid his prick deeper into her slick, hot pussy. Then, he grunted as his cock met an obstruction that prohibited deeper penetration of his hard prick into her heated cunt. It was her unbroken hymen, her lovely cherry! He pressed forward again, shoving his cock deeper into her pussy, his cock-knob banging into her hymen. Her taut hymen stretched, but it didn't break.
"All right! Now, I'm going to bust open your cherry, bitch! This is going to hurt like hell, but after I finish with you, you'll be a real woman!"
He gloried in his role. He was gloating in his powerful position, his control over the situation. Kathy hated Joel Peterson. He was a crude, perverted man. This was not what she wanted at all! What a disgusting way to lose her virginity, she thought. It was repulsive and degrading. What was more, it hurt. His prick-tip pressed into her taut tender hymen, stretching the thin layer of skin as his cock poked hard into her cherry. She cried. It was useless to resist. She would somehow have to endure the pain that was to come when he rammed his prick through her hymen. She steeled her nerves and summoned up all of her strength and courage in preparation for what she knew would be the most painful experience of her life.
"Well, here goes, Kathy!" Peterson bellowed as he lunged forward, slamming his stiff prick deep into her cunt. Her pussy-walls stretched far apart and his bloated cock probed about in her cunt. His cock stabbed knife-like into her cherry, jabbing through her hymen which tore and ripped. At first, her hymen resisted. Then it stretched. Then it broke. The thin membrane tore and his cock drove on through and deep into her hot cunt. Her virginity was a thing of the past.
"Aaaaiiieee!" she wailed. Her cry of torment and anguish filled the room as she bucked about on the table beneath Peterson's assaulting prick. A sharp, burning sensation raked through her ravaged cunt as her hymen snapped open, allowing his prick to penetrate the depths of her pussy. She emitted a thin, strangled cry of desperation. "Owwwwww!" The pain was too intense to believe. It tore at her nerve endings and sent her into wild convulsions.
But Joel Peterson wasn't about to quit fucking her cunt. He was chuckling and fucking her rhythmically, ramming his hard cock in and out of her pussy like a piston. She could feel her pussy-juice mixing with blood from her broken hymen. His hard cock stirred the mixture around in her wet pussy. Her pussy-walls fit snugly around his massive prick, capturing his cock in her cuntal web. Her body stiffened and she lay motionless, trying to withstand the cruel onslaught.
"Move, dammit! When I poke your cunt with my prick, I want you to move too! Shove back toward me, bitch. Fuck me back or I'll kick the shit out of you! Understand?" His voice was strained and menacing.
"All right! All right!" she bellowed in response. Pain shot through her well-fucked cunt, but she obeyed his obscene command. She ground her hips forward, taking all of his stiff prick into her cunt. His cock explored the inside of her pussy, sliding along her sensitive, tight cunt-walls and ramming far into her cunt. His prick stirred her pussy-juices, which streamed in thin rivulets down her creamy, flexed thighs. His cock was buried balls-deep in her steaming pussy. They were locked together in a heated embrace, but she found the whole thing sordid and disgusting. Peterson was not making love to her. He was raping her cunt, abusing her beautiful, young body. His cock-knob was throbbing inside of her pussy and his lengthy cock-shaft massaged her trembling, juicy cunt-walls. His cock impaled her ravaged pussy, holding her captive to the unwanted fucking.
"Yeah, bitch! That's a good girl! That's much better! Fuck, baby! Fuck! Fuck me back, cunt! Whore! Cocksucker!" He bellowed crude obscenities at her. Spit flew out of his mouth and spattered her face. Again, she obeyed his vile command, jerking her hips upward to meet his mighty cock-thrusts into her hot pussy.
"Ohhhhhh! Good God!" she wailed. His monstrous prick dipped into her cunt once more, stirring her cunt-juices. Her pussy was filled to overflowing with his giant cock. A strange, tingling sensation crept through her cunt and caused her to moan loudly. She didn't understand what was happening at first. Soon the strange sensation rippled through her entire body, causing her to shudder and quake.
His prick felt hot and alive inside her cunt. Her cunt spasmed and her clit trembled with erotic delight. She was getting turned on in a big way from the fucking, the brutal raping of her pussy.
She was no longer a virgin. Joel Peterson had stolen her virginity, popped her cheery with his hard cock. Joel Peterson was the villain. He was a nasty rapist, fucking her furiously and forcing her to jerk her hips about and meet his cock-thrusts with her pussy. She had never met such a depraved man. He was a monster!
"Fuck, bitch! Fuck! Yeah! Unnggghhh! Ohhhh, man! What a nice cunt!! Your pussy is so tight and hot! Shit! It feels great! Fuck slut, fuck!" He kept shouting obscenities, degrading, humiliating curses that repulsed her and made her feel thoroughly ashamed and debased. There was no way to stop him from slamming his hard prick into her hot cunt, but strange as it would seem, she wasn't really sure that she wanted him to stop fucking her. Not now! Not now that she was starting to enjoy the fucking.
"Ohhhh, my God!" the tortured young woman moaned throatily. "It...you...your cock...feels...good!"
"Okay, that's the stuff! Dig it, bitch! Get into it! I love fucking your cunt, Kathy! Dig it, bitch! Fuck! Fuck!" He laughed loudly and continued raping her pussy, ramming his prick deeper and deeper into her hot twat. Her pussy swallowed his prick and spasmed with pleasure and unbridled lust.
"Ummmm, damn!" she cursed. There was no denying the wonderful sensations that rippled through her well-fucked cunt. Her pussy was soaking wet with cunt-juice, and hot curds of cunt-nectar stuck to her cuntlips, glistening obscenely in the harsh office light. Her body shook, She moaned. She felt a swelling tide of pleasure engulfing her, sweeping her into the abyss, washing across her cunt, causing her clit to throb with delight and sexual abandon.
"Wh-what do you mean?" She didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Tighten your cunt muscles, you dumb slut!" he screamed. "Tighten your pussy around my cock, stupid!"
She clamped her pussy-walls down tightly over his throbbing cock-shaft, imprisoning his prick in her pussy-hole. Her cunt nipped at his cock, holding it firmly in its tight grip.
"Unnnggghh! Unnnggghhh! Ummmppphhh!" Peterson was going crazy with lust. He panted obscenely and ground his hips forward in rapid motions, raping her cunt with his rock-hard cock. His massive hard-on slid deep into her hot, slick pussy. She jerked back against his prick and gyrated her hips rhythmically to meet his cock-thrusts, unconsciously timing her movements to bring about a warm mingling of lust and raw sex.
"Ohhhhh, Joel," she cooed softly. "Your cock feels so damned good in my pussy! Don't stop now! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kathy could hardly believe her own words. She was lost in passion. Previously, she had lost control over her body. Now, she didn't even have any control over what she said. All that she understood now were the wonderful sensations that spilled through her cunt, causing her to buck and writhe in sexual ecstasy.
Joel Peterson needed no prodding from Kathy. He was lost too. He was wild with passion. His cock sliced into her pussy, raking along her constricted cunt-walls and ramming deep into her cunt. He fucked her with long, powerful cock-strokes that impaled her pussy and sent her soaring into oblivion. His face was strained and all of his muscles were flexed. The pressure inside his brain was building and he kept fucking her hard and fast.
"I love it!" he exclaimed. "Your cunt! So fucking tight! Yeah, slut! Whore! Bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt!" His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body shook with pleasure as he fucked Kathy Kramer.
"I love it too!" she wailed in high-pitched voice. "Fuck me hard, Joel! Do it! Fuck me! Don't stop!"
Joel Peterson was not about to stop now. He was hot and heavy into the fucking. His prick throbbed mightily and he increased the speed of his cock-stabs into her heated cunt. His prick slammed fast and hard into her pussy, causing rippling sensations to course through her cunt.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, he slammed forward, jabbing his prick into her twat. His prick skewered her cunt and pressed far into her pussy, plowing through her cunt, filling her pussy with delirious sensations that drove her wild with passion. She felt as though her pussy were about to explode. She was on the very edge of a powerful orgasm, at the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Then, Joel came. His body tensed and he plunged forward one final time. He shuddered and released his his load of thick, scalding jism into her cunt.
"Aaggghhh!" he gasped as he came. His prick was buried deep in her cunt. His load of jism spurted out of his cock-slit and washed through her well-fucked cunt.
Hot pussy-juice stirred in her cunt and mingled with his cum. Kathy ground her cunt around on his cock in a single final attempt to bring off her own orgasm, but it was too late. She felt as though all she needed was for him to thrust forward with his prick one more time, but, he refused to do it. He was finished, reveling in his own powerful orgasm. He was too selfish to be concerned with her pleasure.
"That was nice. You seemed to enjoy it too, Kathy," Joel Peterson said as he stopped down off the table.
His cock drooled obscenely and he stepped into his trousers. He unlocked the manacles that bound Kathy to the table and threw them, along with the black leather whip, back into his desk drawer. He closed the desk drawer and locked it. Then he turned to look at Kathy, who cowered and pouted.
"You know, of course, that you are not to breathe a word of what happened here today. That would be a serious mistake, and would naturally cost you your job. Next Monday, you go to work as my secretary. Take the rest of the day off. You'll find a dress that fits you in my closet. I'm going to lunch now. When I return, I expect you to be gone." With that, he turned and walked out of the office.
CHAPTER THREE
Kathy Kramer went straight home. She ran a hot bath and soaked for an hour, trying to sort out her thoughts. What would she do? she wondered. How would she cope with the difficult problems which confronted her now. She was supposed to begin working for Joel Peterson on Monday. That was part of her plan to get to Mr. Benjamin Benson. But she certainly hadn't figured on being brutally bound and whipped and raped by him. Moreover, Peterson had acted so cold and callous afterwards...as though it hadn't even happened. Would he rape her again? She was lost in thought when the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" she asked as she threw on a bathrobe and strolled to the door.
"Western Union," came the deep voice outside the door.
"Okay," she replied, wondering who would send her a telegram. She opened the door and gasped. It was a ruse! Jack Johnson pushed the door open all the way and brushed past her. He pushed her aside, closed the door, and locked it.
"You fucking double-crossing cunt!" he hissed, his face curled up in anger.
"What's the meaning of this, Jack?" she blurted. "What the hell are you doing here, anyway?"
He slapped her hard and she fell to the floor. "Owwww!"
"You worthless, shameless cunt!" he snarled. "Why didn't you tell me you had an appointment with Joel Peterson, bitch? What the fuck's the matter with you anyway?" He pulled his thick leather belt off and held it in his hand. "Answer me, cunt!"
Kathy pulled herself together. "I wanted a better job, Jack. I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest."
Suddenly, the belt flew through the air and lashed down across her shoulders. "Owwww!" she shrieked as the belt struck her. She didn't have time to protest. Jack was all over her, tearing off her bathrobe and exposing her firm, up-thrust tits. He whipped her tender tits and she screamed with pain and terror.
Quickly, he produced three thick strands of rope. He tied her hands together and dragged her into the bedroom, where he fastened her bound wrists to the upper bedpost. Then he tied her ankles to the bottom bed posts. She was helplessly bound, face-down and spread-eagled across the bed.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Jack?" she protested.
"I'm gonna beat your ripe fucking ass, cunt!" he rasped as he brought the belt down on her fleshy ass-cheeks. The belt snapped down on her tender ass, sending horrible twinges of pain through her body. Again and again he beat her ass until her ass-flesh was flushed red and covered with goose bumps.
She flinched and cried piteously as he whipped her with his belt, but he paid no attention to her pleas for mercy. He kept striking her ass with the belt. She felt as though her ass was on fire. The belt stung her flesh and she begged him to stop.
"Don't do that, Jack! Please! My ass hurts so bad! Please stop!"
"You whore! Did Peterson fuck you? Tell me the truth, slut! Did he rape you?"
"No!" she lied. She had to lie. If she told him the truth, he would beat her even worse. "I swear, Jack! He didn't fuck me! He didn't even try to fuck me!"
Jack wiped the sweat from his brow and threw down his belt. Then he stepped out of his trousers and crawled onto the bed. "Well, I'm gonna fuck you, bitch! What do you think about that?"
"I don't want you to! Don't!" she shouted.
"Fuck you, bitch!" he rasped as he guided his prick into her cunt. He gasped and began to fuck her pussy. He fucked her frantically, brutally, without concern for her wishes or desires. "Doggie-style, bitch I'm fucking you doggie-style!"
She felt his chest rubbing over her shoulders as he ground his prick into her hot cunt. At first, she despised the man for beating her and raping her cunt. But, once again, she felt a strange tingling sensation building in her pussy as he fucked her fast and hard. Still, it was demeaning to be raped, and even worse to be fucked from behind while she was tied up to the bedposts. Jack Johnson was a real prick, she thought. But, she had to admit, his hard prick was beginning to feel good inside her cunt.
"Damn you, Jack! This isn't right! Stop it! Stop it this instant!" she protested loudly.
"You lying fucking bitch!" he snorted. "Your hymen's busted. Your cherry's broken! You filthy fucking cunt! Whore! Slut!" He sounded like a wild animal, cursing and gasping breathlessly as he fucked her. "You lied to me, slut!" Digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of her shoulders, he hissed, "Joel Peterson did fuck you. Didn't he? He fucked you, didn't he?"
"Y-yes," she cried. "Peterson fucked me! He raped me, dammit! I didn't ask him to do it!"
"You lying sack of shit! You wanted it, didn't you?"
"No, goddammit! He raped me, you fool! He raped me!"
"Bullshit! If he raped you, how come you're supposed to go to work for him on Monday? Huh?"
Kathy was shocked. "How do you know?"
"Because Peterson called me and told me to hire a new secretary. He's having you transferred to his office, slut!"
"I swear to you! He raped me! He raped me!"
"Yeah, the son of a bitch copped your cherry, didn't he?" Jack's eyes flashed with anger and hatred. He was furious that Peterson had taken Kathy's virginity. That was to be Jack's prize. All of his hopes were dashed when he discovered that Peterson had fucked Kathy.
Kathy didn't understand. Why was Jack so angry at her? she wondered. After all, Peterson had fucked her forcibly. He had raped her virgin pussy against her will. She hadn't done anything to lead the man on. Jack was acting like a first-class jerk. Still, Kathy was not about to argue with Jack. He was in a real nasty mood and she didn't want to provoke him to more violence. Besides, his cock was starting to warm up her cunt nicely. She was as hot as could be and her clit was being stroked just right by his hard, stiff prick as it sluiced in and out of her cunt. Her pussy no longer hurt and she could really enjoy the fucking that Jack gave her needy cunt.
"Ohhh, Jack!! Y-your prick feels good in my pussy!" she screamed. "It's okay! You can fuck me all you want!" She groaned and her cunt sent hot curds of pussy-nectar streaming down her creamy thighs as she bucked beneath his rapier-like prick. "Ummm," she cooed. "Nice and hard! Your prick is so nice and hard. It fills my pussy right up to the brim." She smiled and took a deep breath as she hunched her hips to provide the perfect target for his cock. He slammed forward into her twat, fucking her furiously, ramming and prodding his prick into her seething, hot, juicy twat.
"You slut! You probably said the same thing to that bastard Peterson! You fucking tramp! I should have known better than to get involved with a fucking prick-teaser like you. You've caused me nothing but grief, but you'll be sorry!"
"Please forgive me, Jack! I swear, I didn't do anything wrong. Peterson raped me, dammit! Don't you understand! You shouldn't take it out on me. If anyone's to blame, it's that bastard Peterson. Not me, for God's sake!"
Without warning, Jack pulled his cock out of her hot pussy. His fleshy prick slid along her cunt-walls, which rippled and tingled with unfulfilled expectation. He struck her across the back of her head with his fist. "You worthless harlot! I don't want you to enjoy this! Dammit! You don't deserve to be fucked to an orgasm! I won't allow it!" His voice was frightening. He had a vicious smile pasted to his face and he held his prick in his hand as he stared at her ass.
Kathy spun her head around enough to look into his half-closed eyes. "What are you doing?" she shrieked, her voice full of fear.
Again, he struck her with his fist. For a moment, she actually saw stars and began to drift off, but when he hit her again, she came to her senses. He was acting like a madman!
"Shut up, cunt!" he shouted as he gripped her ass-cheeks in his strong fingers and pried open her ass-hole. He licked his lips and glowered at her puckered ass-hole. "Hmmmm," he hummed. "Yeah, that's it!"
"That's what?" she asked anxiously. "What are you doing, Jack? I demand to know!"
"Fuck you, Kathy!" he snapped. "I've had enough of your shit, cunt! There's nothing you can do to stop me now! You can't fight me when you're all tied up! I'm gonna do it, whether you like it or not!"
"You're gonna do what?"
"I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole, bitch!"
"Nooooo!" she wailed. "You can't do that! Put your cock back in my pussy! Please, Jack!" She was desperate! Jack couldn't possibly have meant what he just said, she thought. She had never heard of such a disgusting thing. How could he even think of fucking her tiny ass-hole? It sounded so perverted and grotesque!
"Get ready, because here I come!" he shouted as he guided his prick toward her ass-hole. With a quick, powerful lunge, he shoved his cock into her ass-hole!
"Good God! This is horrid!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Tears flowed freely down her face and she winced in terrible pain. Her ass-hole was filled with his mammoth hard cock. It felt as though his prick were tearing her ass-hole apart at the seams. It hurt so badly that she almost blacked out, but she was dreadfully afraid that, if she blacked out, she would never wake up. Jack's cock was splitting her in two. He would kill her with his massive hard-on, she thought. Her rectal muscles were stretched beyond belief. The pain was incredible.
"Relax your ass-muscles, Kathy! Do it, or you'll be real sorry. I can hurt you real bad if you don't force yourself to relax." He spit out the words viciously, and she knew that he was telling the truth. She wouldn't be able to endure much more. She was willing to try anything that might serve to ease the pain in her stretched and tortured ass-hole.
She concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her ass-hole. It worked! His prick still hurt terribly, she realized, but not as much as before. Thank God for small favors, she thought gratefully. Still, she wept loudly and wailed with pain.
"Unnggghhhh! Ummppphhhh! Shit, yeah! Hot fucking damn, bitch! Your ass-hole is nice and tight around my prick. I like this! Shit, yeah!" He rammed forward, impaling her ravished ass-hole on his cock-shaft.
She shuddered at the thought of his big, hard prick buried in her ass-hole. God, how it hurt to be ass-fucked! She felt so humiliated when she heard him screaming crude obscenities in her ear.
He reached down and gripped her ass-cheeks tightly, digging his fingernails into her tender ass-flesh. He pried her lovely ass-globes apart ruthlessly as he lunged forward and penetrated her ass-hole with his mighty throbbing cock. His prick tore into her steaming ass-hole, slashing hard and fast into her aching butt. There was no way that she could escape his steadily stroking cock. She writhed and twitched, but those were futile gestures. Jack would have his way with her. He would ass-fuck her as long and as hard as he wanted, and she was powerless to struggle against him.
"Unnggghhhh! Ummm, yeah! Hot fucking ass-hole, slut!" He kept cursing at her and calling her crude names.
"Please, get off of me, will you?" she pleaded.
"No way, bitch! You deserve to get your ass fucked nice and hard, just like I'm doing." He ground his hips, thrusting his prick deep into her ass-hole with brutal strokes that sent her reeling in pain. Jack was not about to stop ass-fucking her now. He was going crazy, reaming her ass-hole with wild abandon.
She groaned in pain and began to curse at Jack. "I hate you, you evil bastard! Your prick is killing me!"
Immediately after she said it, she realized that the pain in her ass-hole was beginning to dissipate gradually. The intense pain was starting to blend with a perverse pleasure. Her clit spasmed and her mind spun with erotic passion and wonder. Could it be true? she wondered. Was it really possible to become sexually aroused by being brutally ass-fucked? It didn't seem possible, but it was happening. Her pussy was on fire with passionate desire.
Although Jack continued to slam his cock into her ass-hole, she was beginning to respond instinctively to the raping of her ass. She was meeting his cock-thrusts by bucking backwards so that his prick could plunge even deeper into her steaming ass-hole. She was ashamed at her lewd response to the ass-fucking, but at the same time, she felt an intense gratification-sexual gratification.
Her lust was rising quickly to meet the necessities of the moment. She was getting turned on in a big way. She wanted his prick deep in her ass-hole, as deep as it would go.
Suddenly, she let out a loud, demanding bellow. "Fuck my ass-hole! Fuck my ass-hole, you nasty son of a bitch! I don't care anymore. Go ahead and ass-rape me, you filthy bastard! Do it!" Her voice carried a tinge of desperation. She no longer cared that Jack was raping her ass-hole! She wanted more! More!
Jack was more than happy to oblige. He ass-fucked her with pleasure, grunting and moaning as he filled her ass-hole with his raging hard prick. "Unnggghhh! Ummppphhh! Unnn! Shit, yeah!" He was going crazy with desire.
Meanwhile, Kathy felt her orgasm building in her cunt. Soon, she would climax and her orgasm would carry her off on the wings of depraved carnal desire. She knew that it would hit her soon. She bucked and humped the man with great vigor, slamming her ass-cheeks around his meaty cock-stand, burrowing her ass-hole down on his prick. She tightened the muscles in her ass and her ass-hole clamped down tightly over his raging hard prick. She could feel his prick deep in her bowels, throbbing and spasming out of control in the depths of her steaming ass-hole. It felt good. She imagined how it must look, her ass-hole clenching his fleshy prick, holding his cock prisoner in her butt.
"Yeah, Kathy! Dammit! That's great! You're milking my cock with your tight ass-hole! Shit! It feels great!" Jack exclaimed throatily as he thrust forward, impaling her ass-hole on his mammoth, hard prick.
She kept bucking and humping his cock with her ass-hole, relishing the wondrous sensations that Filled her pussy and sent her into convulsions and spasmodic twitching. Her body ached with unfulfilled passion and she yearned for her orgasm to hit her. She knew that it was on its way, and it would rack her body with untold pleasure and joy. If only she could hang on until it hit her. She must! She must! She swooned in ecstasy as her ass-hole received his relentless cock-thrusts.
"Ohhh, Jack," she cooed breathlessly. "Your cock...your cock feels so fucking wonderful in my ass-hole!"
"You filthy wench!" he barked cruelly. "I don't want you to come! Don't you dare come, slut! Whore! Bitch! Slut!"
Kathy didn't understand. What was wrong with Jack? she wondered. Why didn't he want her to climax? It made no sense. She was aching for sexual release. Her entire body was coiled like a spring. She wanted to come in the worst way, but Jack was opposed to it. "I don't get it, Jack. What's the matter?"
"Never you mind, bitch!" he hissed crudely. "Unngghh! Unnggghh!" He was grunting loudly and panting with lust as he fucked her ass-hole.
She tightened her ass-muscles again and milked his cock with her ass-hole. Then he gasped and shouted, "I'm about to come! Yeah! Any...second...now!"
"Nooo!" she yelped. "Not yet! Wait! Please!"
"Fuck you, Kathy!" he snorted. "Unnggghh! Ummppphhh! Unnnn!" His body stiffened and he plunged forward a final time, and the tip of his prick seemed to explode in her ass-hole.
The thick hot jism from his balls shot up her ass-hole. She whimpered and writhed about on his spurting cock. She tried to speed up her climax, but it was no use. It was too late. The moment passed all too quickly, and she was left hanging on the edge of a powerful orgasm. She whined and cried, utterly exhausted from the ordeal. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words did not come. She passed out before she could speak.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy was still sleeping when Jack returned to the room. Quietly, carefully, he untied her wrists and ankles and rolled the naked young woman over onto her back. She muttered a few low guttural sounds, but she remained asleep, exhausted from being raped only an hour before.
Jack Johnson stared long and hard at Kathy Kramer. She was beautiful, with long, curly blonde hair that hung loosely about her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, accentuating the length and thickness of her dark eyelashes. She had a pert, upturned nose and full, red lips. Her body was indeed magnificent with firm, up-thrust tits with large brown areolas and nice, pointed nipples. She had slender hips, taut ass-cheeks and long, lithe legs. Her lovely pussy-mound was fringed with blonde cunt-hair.
"Fucking bitch," Jack hissed under his breath. Jack was pissed off. He simply couldn't shut the brutal truth out of his tormented mind. Kathy had fucked Joel Peterson. He never should have trusted the bitch, Jack thought angrily as he glowered at the woman. He had wanted to marry Kathy Kramer. But not now. She had lied and deceived him, and he would never forget it.
Still, when he looked at her glorious body and her lovely face, Jack felt his prick stiffening again. He knew that sex was his major weak point. He never seemed to get enough. He was always horny. His prick began to swell rapidly and he slipped his hand down to his balls and hefted his tight ball-sac.
Jack couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He climbed onto the bed and ran his hairy fingers through Kathy's cunt-hair. Her pussy-fleece was soft and downy and blonde, matching the color of her hair. She sure was a hot little cunt, he thought. Hot as hell, and with the tightest, ripest pussy in the whole fucking world. He glanced at her face and became angry again. She was sleeping soundly, as though nothing had happened. For some inexplicable reason that Jack didn't even care to figure out, it made him mad as a hornet to look at her pretty face. Reaching down, he ran his thumb across her clit. She moved gently in her sleep, revolving her hips so that her clit raked directly across his open palm.
"You're nothing but a fucking whore," he hissed. "And, I feel like fucking your mouth, right now." With that, he moved further up on the bed and straddled her face, placing his knees on either side of her head. He gripped his cock and led it toward her mouth. His bloated cock-knob touched her lips, parting them slightly.
At that very moment, Kathy woke up. She shuddered and looked up at the massive cock with frightened eyes. "What are you doing?" she shrieked.
"Give me a blowjob, bitch! Suck my cock! Suck it, cunt!" he shouted angrily. "Give me a blowjob!"
She tried to shake her head in protest, but Jack swiftly grabbed her by the ears and pulled her face forward. At the same time, he slid his prick between her thick, ruby lips. She gagged and tried to spit his cock out of her mouth.
"No way, cunt!" he snarled. "You're going to suck my prick until I come right in your mouth. Now, do it! Suck my cock, you bitch!" He pulled at her ears and grasped a thick swath of her curly blonde hair.
She gagged again, but she resigned herself to the vile task at hand. This man was determined to make her suck his prick, she thought. There wasn't a damn thing that she could do to stop him. She could feel his bloated cock-knob hammering away inside of her mouth, punching through her jaws and cheeks.
"Yeah, suck it, bitch! Suck my prick, you whore!" he exclaimed as he rode her face, slicing is huge, stiff cock into her mouth. "Unnggghhhh!
Yeah! Hot damn! Unnggghhhh!"
Kathy felt as though she were going to be sick. His prick slithered like a snake into her throat, and his heavy, sweaty balls flopped obscenely over her chin. She felt so terribly abused and degraded...degraded for Jack's pleasure. She knew for sure now that Jack Johnson was a sadistic bastard. He enjoyed debasing her and making her perform lewd acts for his selfish sexual joy. He was going crazy, jerking his hips forward so that his cock slid deep into her throat, almost cutting off her air.
She stifled back the urge to throw up, knowing that if she didn't finish sucking his prick, he would definitely beat her and torture her some more.
"Yeah, that's a good girl," he said through clenched teeth. "Suck my big, hard cock, you slut! That's just what a whore like you deserves-to be face-fucked. Suck my cock, bitch! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget! Whore! Cocksucker!"
Wincing in pain, she continued to suck his cock. Her jaws were aching terribly and her cheeks were pooched out obscenely when he thrust his massive, hard prick deep into her mouth, pressing his cock-knob against the lining of her tortured little mouth. His prick slithered deep into her throat, causing intense pain. She had no alternative but to keep sucking his blood-engorged prick. She closed her eyes tightly and sucked at his turgid cock-knob, slurping his bloated prick-tip deep into her pain-racked throat.
Jack started to jerk about violently, stabbing his prick hard and fast into her mouth, face-fucking her with wild abandon. He seemed to thrive on abusing her and making her perform the lewd act of sucking his massive prick. He was an evil, merciless bastard who cared only about his own selfish sexual gratification.
Her tongue flicked across the sensitive spot just beneath his throbbing cock-knob, and Jack responded eagerly, jerking forward so that his prick slid far into her sucking lips. "Oh, yeah! Goddammit! Suck my cock, you bitch!" He began to squirm with delight. "Ummm, shit yeah! Suck my prick, whore! Cocksucker!"
He ground his hips forward, impaling her mouth with his firm, thick prick. She could feel the trembling warmth of his prick as it sluiced in and out of her mouth. Kathy ran her tongue along the length of his throbbing prick, tracing a path from the base of his cock to his prick-tip with her tongue. She could feel the heat rising from his stiff prick.
He was face-fucking her in a fury now, ramming his cock with quick thrusts into her mouth. The fleshy lobes that bulged from beneath his cock-knob slid obscenely along her bottom lip as he plunged his prick forward. His smooth, streamlined prick slid naturally and easily into her mouth as he face-fucked her.
"Unnggghhh! Fuck yes!" he bellowed as he hammered forward, riding her mouth with his bloated prick. "This is great! A fantastic blowjob!"
She could see his prick sliding in and out of her mouth as she sucked his cock. His prick would plunge forward and disappear. Her face was indeed being raped by Jack's stiff prick.
"Stop it! I don't want to come yet!" Jack screamed as his body stiffened. He stopped face-fucking her and glowered down at her. The mean look in his glazed eyes scared her half to death. Jack meant business, she realized as she looked at the nasty man.
Ever so slowly, Jack rose on his haunches and pulled away from her, his cock slipping out of her mouth. She opened her lips to allow his cock to exit. When his prick was finally out of her mouth, she looked at his cock-knob and noticed that a tiny droplet of pre-cum was drooling out of his piss-slit. Jack noticed it a moment later. He pointed to the tip of his cock and snarled, "Lick that cum off my cock, you bitch!"
She hesitated for an instant and grimaced at the sight of his drooling prick-tip. It was the most obscene sight she had ever witnessed. She shuddered with deep-felt revulsion and turned her head away. Smack! Smack! Smack! The blows stunned her and she shook her head frantically in an effort to comprehend what was happening. "What's wrong now? I...I don't...understand. I don't understand what's going on here." She looked terribly puzzled.
"Yeah! Well, I know what's going on, bitch!" Jack snorted. "I told you to lick the cum off of my prick!"
He looked like a candidate for a mental institution. His wide-open eyes were glazed over and the muscles in his cheeks twitched convulsively. Jack Johnson was livid with rage.
"Don't you want to lick my cock, Kathy? Look at that nice, juicy drop of cum on the tip of my prick. It's just sitting there, waiting for you to lick it off. Don't you want to lick my cum?"
Kathy knew what she was supposed to say, and to avoid being beaten any more, she hastened to respond correctly. "Yes, I...I'm just dying to lick the cum off of your prick." Obediently, she bent down and opened her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she licked the drop of pre-cum off of his piss-slit. It was a thoroughly disgusting and vile task, but she had no choice in the matter. She tasted his cum. It was hot and sticky.
"Swallow it, bitch!" he commanded loudly.
She instantly obeyed, swirling his pre-cum on her tongue and gulping it down her throat. She felt like retching and spitting his cum out, right in his face, but one quick look at him told her that that would be a very foolish thing to do. He was reveling in his power over her. Jack Johnson was a true sadist who enjoyed lording over her and forcing her to submit to his lewd desires.
"Well, bitch! What d'ya say? Didn't your mother teach you any manners, cunt?" he snorted.
She picked up her cue and responded softly, "Thank you, Jack."
Jack smiled broadly and licked his lips, his mind reeling with evil, sadistic thoughts. "Hey, look at my prick, bitch. It's starting to get soft, isn't it?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Well, don't you think you should rectify the situation? Jerk me off, cunt!" he shouted. "I'm going to lie down on the bed and get nice and comfortable. I want you to kneel next to me and jack me off. You got it, bitch?"
"Yes, Jack," she replied as she shifted on the bed and got into position.
When Jack was stretched out on the bed, she took his massive cock in her hand and began to fondle it. She ran her soft, tender fingers along his cock-shaft while he lay in lewd repose, smiling and moaning with sexual delight. He had her in his power, and he loved it.
"Tenderly, Kathy. Jack my prick gently. I'll kick your fucking ass all over the room if you don't do it right, understand?"
"Y--yes, Jack. I'll do the best I can," she replied meekly as she stroked his blood-engorged prick. Her fingers moved deftly along his rigid cock-shaft, massaging the sensitive flesh of his weighty cock.
"Rub my balls, too," he commanded with a sneer.
"Yes, Jack," she said as she ran her open palm down his sweaty thigh and hefted his constricted ball-sac. His balls were hairy and leathery and tight. She cupped his bloated balls in her palm and massaged his tender ball-sac, but she didn't enjoy doing it. She hated it with a passion. And she hated Jack Johnson.
In fact, she hated all men. As she cupped his balls in her hand, she thought of squeezing his ball-sac hard and fast, before he had a chance to respond. She could ruin him for life! she thought anxiously.
"Unggghhh! Oh, yeah! Shit, that feels just terrific!" he exclaimed loudly. "Jack my cock faster, bitch!"
She steeled her nerves and took a deep breath and squeezed his balls as hard as she could.
"Owwwww!" he wailed as he jerked upright and slammed his tight fist into her mouth.
Her teeth rattled and she saw stars.
"You bitch! You stinking bitch!" he yelled as he hit her again.
She lost her grip on his balls and went flying off the bed, hitting the floor with a loud noise. He was on her in a second, screaming obscenities as he pounded his fists into her naked body, striking her tits and face and cunt. "You cunt! Fucking ass-hole! Bitch! Now, you'll pay and pay dearly!"
"Nooo!" she wailed as she writhed in pain on the floor, twisting and turning, trying to avoid his flailing fists. The hard and fast punches rained down on her body and, before long, she was knocked unconscious.
* * *
In her dazed, semiconscious state, she could feel a raspy tongue licking at the insides of her thighs. The tongue raked across her pussy, flicking at her clit and causing her cunt-button to throb into erection. Pussy-juice was streaming down her creamy thighs. She shrugged and shook her head. Her head ached terribly, but she really didn't mind too much. The sensations that filled her pussy were overwhelming in their intensity. She responded to the caressing tongue by hunching her hips forward, but she was unable to move very far. Ropes were holding her in place so that her motions were severely restricted.
She blinked her eyes to discover that she was bound in a kitchen chair. The unseen tongue was working feverishly at her cunt now, licking and lapping across her clit. She shuddered and shook with unrestrained passion. Her pussy quivered as the tongue pushed its way past her cuntlips and deep into her cunt. Her pussy was on fire, steaming with lust, clamping down on the unseen tongue.
"Well, well, bitch! You seem to enjoy having your pussy licked," came Jack Johnson's voice from across the room. "You just love having your cunt lapped so eagerly, don't you?"
She looked at Jack, who sat on the kitchen counter, his prick in his hand. He was jerking off frantically.
"B-but, if you're over there, then...who's licking my pussy?" she stammered weakly. She was afraid to look down, not knowing who was lapping so eagerly at her cunt. She struggled vainly in her bonds.
"Well, Kathy. When you tried to rupture me, I got plenty pissed off. I decided that you had to be properly punished for doing such a foolish thing. I'm okay, by the way. Oh, it hurt for a while, but I'm just fine now. Just fine, sweetheart," he said with a smile.
Kathy was still too frightened to look down. Her pussy was really responding to the cunt-licking, though. She could feel her pussy-juice churning around inside of her hot cunt. Jack broke out laughing as she looked hesitantly between her thighs.
"Aaaiieee! Good God in heaven! This is disgusting!" she cried as her eyes lit on a big German shepherd, his filthy animal tongue snaking out of his mouth and into her pussy. The nasty dog lapped at her pussy eagerly, and his mouth drooled as he slurped down her pussy-juice. He snuffled and sniffed lewdly at her dripping cunt as he lapped at the sensitive folds in her pussy, his raspy animal tongue raking roughly across her erect clit. "Please, stop this animal! Please, Jack!"
"No, not a chance, bitch! You deserve it for trying to rupture my balls. That was a foolish thing to do, Kathy. Now you gotta suffer." He laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach.
"You bastard!" she shrieked as she twisted and turned in the chair. Her arms were chafed from the ropes that bound her and she retched violently. The chair began to rock on its thin legs and she worked up so much momentum that it rocked and tilted and, finally, fell over.
She hit the floor hard, but the German shepherd was quickly upon her, humping her thigh with his hairy dog prick. She could feel his red cock growing hard and long against the flesh of her thigh as the dog humped and humped. The German shepherd's prick was throbbing and his tongue kept penetrating her pussy. She shuddered with revulsion. This was the most dreadful, degrading thing that had ever happened to her.
"Go for it, doggie!" Jack encouraged the German shepherd. "Go for that human pussy! Yeah, hot damn! Look at him go for your cunt, Kathy! I bet he's in seventh heaven!"
She realized that she could expect no sympathy from Jack Johnson. This perverted man was enjoying her torment. She let out a blood-curdling scream. She kept writhing about and struggling to free herself, but it was useless, for Jack had tied her securely to the chair.
The German shepherd pressed onward, burying his nose in her cunt, licking and lapping at her pussy. He was frothing at the mouth and his prick lurched forward, up her thigh and getting closer and closer to her cunt. He growled and moved upward along her naked body until his paws were on her shoulders and his dog cock was only inches away from her pussy-channel. She flinched and constricted the muscles in her cunt, but that movement only seemed to spur the dog on in his lewd actions. The dog suddenly leapt forward and she could feel his thin animal prick burrowing through her cuntlips, penetrating her wet cunt. She shuddered and shrieked.
"Aaaiieee! God! Nooooo!"
This experience was too much for her to handle. She felt as though she were losing all sense of reality. She had no control over the animal's actions. Her mind spun and every muscle in her body twitched obscenely, grotesquely.
All the while, Jack laughed loudly at her predicament, deriving some sort of perverse sense of joy from her humiliation. He goaded the big dog on. "Get her, doggie! Fuck the bitch! Give her a good animal-fucking! She deserves all you can give her!"
She turned around to curse Jack, but before she could say anything, she was overcome with terrible grief. The dog's prick was buried in her pussy and he was humping her hard and fast, his thin cock reaming out her cunt with hammer-like thrusts. His animal prick moved like a piston. The dog growled and slobbered all over her tits as he fucked her hot, wet cunt. She uttered a swift silent prayer and hoped that this nightmare would soon be over. She had never dreamed that such a vile thing could happen to her. Being fucked by a dog was beyond all comprehension. She couldn't sort out her emotions. She only wanted to be free, free of her bonds, free of this animal who was crudely mauling her pussy, fucking her with his hairy dog prick.
The German shepherd stiffened, rammed forward three more times and slumped down on the floor, rolling over and coming to rest at her feet. The dog had come in her pussy. She was terrified and when she felt his animal cum oozing out of her pussy and running down her lovely thighs, she thought that she would die of embarrassment and humiliation. A dog had come in her pussy! How would she ever be able to look at herself in a mirror again? she wondered. Her whole world seemed to crumble with the grim and painful realization that she had been forced to fuck a dog.
Jack Johnson stepped forward. He held a long butcher knife in his hand and his eyes were wide with rage. When he spoke, his voice was icy and dripping with sarcasm. "Well, my little bitch. It seems as though you don't give a shit who gets in your pants. Shit, you even let animals fuck you. That's pretty disgusting, you know that?" He leered at her wickedly and stood over her quivering naked body, a threatening scowl on his face.
She looked up at the man, wondering what he was planning to do. Would he kill her with the butcher knife? She was too frightened to speak.
Jack lunged forward and she closed her eyes, preparing to die. She could hear the sharp blade of the butcher knife slicing into something. She waited for the pain to hit her, but it did not come. Looking down, she saw that he had cut the ropes which bound her arms to the kitchen chair. She gasped with relief. Then he slit the ropes which were tied around her legs. She fell out of the chair and lay sprawled out on the floor.
"You're free now, Kathy. I suppose you were afraid I'd kill you. Well, you were wrong. I wouldn't waste my time killing a worthless cunt like you. But let me warn you. You'd better not breathe a word of what happened to anybody. You probably wouldn't want to admit that you were fucked by a dog anyway."
"Just leave me alone, will you?" she said weakly, tears streaming down her face.
"Sure, bitch! I'll leave you alone," he said. "But be warned, Kathy. I don't ever want to see your face again. If I ever see you at the office again, you'll be in real big trouble. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she whimpered.
Jack Johnson turned on his heels and threw down the butcher knife. She stared at the knife and stifled the urge to pick it up and stab Jack Johnson in the back. She hated the man so much it made her sick. Jack Johnson was evil and sadistic and perverted. He didn't deserve to live, she thought. But, she didn't have the courage to kill him, so she just lay on the floor and watched him depart, closing the door behind him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kathy was still in the shower when she heard the phone ring. She had scrubbed herself down repeatedly and douched twice, trying desperately to cleanse herself. She felt so filthy. Whenever her thoughts turned to what had happened, she shuddered with revulsion. But, when the phone rang, she grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her and dashed to answer it.
"Hello," came the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hello," she replied, pulling herself together and trying not to sound distraught.
"This is Joel Peterson. Listen, the old man is having a big party at his estate tomorrow. How would you like to be my date?"
"You mean Mr. Benson?"
"Yep, the big boss himself. Can you make it, Kathy?"
"You bet."
"I'll pick you up at noon. Be ready."
"Okay," she replied.
When Kathy got off the phone, she wondered if she had done the right thing. She was scared to death of Jack Johnson, and she had told him that she was going to quit her job. If he showed up at Benjamin Benson's party, there was no telling what he might do to her. But, on the other hand, she thought, this would be her chance to meet Mr. Benjamin Benson. This would be her big chance. If she could charm the rich and powerful man, all of her problems would be over. She decided to chance it. She would go to the party.
* * *
Joel Peterson picked her up right on time, and Kathy was ready for the biggest, most crucial moment of her life. She knew that Benjamin Benson would notice her. She wore a pretty, blue halter top and a provocative pair of skin-tight pants. She would no doubt be the most stunning woman at the party.
As they drove into the country, Joel mentioned that many rich and powerful people would be at the party, and that she would get to meet the boss, Mr. Benson. She said that she was looking forward to meeting Benjamin Benson and she thanked Joel for inviting her to the party.
Joel winked at her and began to slow down. "I'm glad to be taking you, Kathy. No doubt, you'll be the prettiest woman at the party, and the sexiest!" He stopped the car on an isolated country road and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth.
She shrugged him off, pouted and said, "Joel, what are you doing, anyway? This isn't Mr. Benson's estate."
"No, but we're getting close, and I thought we could park for a while. I'm dying to fuck you, Kathy. I've got to fuck you right now." He moved closer and slipped a hand behind her back. Deftly, he untied her halter top and pulled it off, exposing her luscious, taut tits.
She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Please, Joel, not here. Somebody might come by."
"Don't worry about it, doll. I'm not worried." He swiftly tugged off her pants and, before she could protest, he slipped his middle finger into her tight cunt.
She squirmed about in the seat and reached for the door handle. It was locked by an automatic device which Joel controlled on the dashboard.
"Forget it, Kathy. There's no way for you to get out of the car unless I want you to. Now, relax and enjoy it, sweetheart. I am going to fuck you." He pawed at her tits and ran his thumb over her nipple, causing them to become erect and pointed. He was panting heavily now, and there was no stopping him from assaulting her.
"This isn't right, Joel. Please, don't do this to me! I beg you!"
"You shut up!" he bellowed hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you and that's all there is to it, bitch!" His finger moved deeper and deeper into her cunt, stirring up her pussy-juice as it reamed out her cunt-walls. Roughly, he gripped her sensitive clit in his fingers and squeezed her slippery sex-button until she moaned and jerked about violently.
"But, it hurts! My clittie hurts!" she wailed.
"I said shut up, cunt!" he screamed as he slapped her hard across the mouth, jarring her perfect white teeth.
"Owww! Dammit! Stop it!" she protested.
"Fuck you, Kathy!" he yelled as he flung her into the back seat. He followed her, vaulting over the seat. He was on her in a second, running three fingers into her wet cunt and nibbling at her nipples. He tugged his bloated prick out of his trousers and guided his stiff cock toward her pussy. She shivered when she felt the hard knob of his cock slide between her cuntlips and burrow into her pussy. His cock was big and stiff and his prick seemed to grow bigger inside of her pussy.
"Please, Joel. Don't do this to me," she pleaded as tears formed on her eyelids. She could hardly believe what was happening to her. The man was raping her right there, on the side of the road!
He paid her no mind and began to lurch forward frantically, fucking her tight pussy. "Ummmpphh! Unnggghhh! Ohhhh, yeah! Tight pussy!" he grunted obscenely as he pounded his cock deep into her seething cunt. His prick stirred her pussy-juices with frenzied fucking.
She gasped and gave up struggling. He was way too strong for her and she didn't want to risk getting hit in the mouth again. She was afraid that he would lose control and knock her teeth out.
"Yeah, baby! Your cunt is nice and hot, but I want you to get into it more. I don't want to feel like I'm fucking a cadaver. Now, move those hips. Get that cunt up close to my prick and do some grinding with those ass-cheeks. Make me feel good, baby! Fuck!"
He clenched her ass-cheeks in his strong hands and pulled her in close. Rhythmically, he pumped his turgid cock-shaft into her pussy, grinding and humping her pussy. All the while he groaned with sexual delight. He raped her pussy determinedly, and there was no way of stopping the evil man. He was simply using her cunt to get his rocks off.
This was a dreadful way to treat a woman, she thought. But, she was too frightened to disobey his vile commands, so she didn't hesitate to grind her hips forward to meet his relentless cock-stabs into her wet pussy. Her cunt was getting hot and she began to feel sexy, tingling sensations coursing through her pussy. She tried to fight off the sensations, but they were overpowering. She began to lose control.
"Ohhh, yes!" she gasped loudly as she jerked about on the car seat, rubbing up close to Joel Peterson. Her tits ground into his hairy chest and her nipples flushed with erotic excitement. She could feel her tit-buds responding to his sucking mouth by getting hard and pointed. His penetrating cock pounded deeper and harder into her hot pussy, reaming out her cunt-channel and stretching her pussy muscles to the limit.
Every time he drove his mighty cock into her cunt, she winced with pain, but, the pain soon turned to pleasure. His probing prick set off sudden, thrilling explosions of lust inside of her needy cunt. She realized that she was hot and horny and that she was getting off on the relentless fucking. She shrieked with joy as his prick snaked into her cunt, rubbing along her tight cunt-walls. His prick felt like it was touching parts of her cunt that had never been touched before. Joel Peterson was a nasty man, but he was a well-hung stud and he sure knew how to fuck her cunt. She swooned in ecstasy and thrilled to the new sensations that pulsed through her cunt.
"Ummppphhh! Yeah, hot shit! You fuck like a mink!" he exclaimed crudely.
Now she didn't mind the rude and obscene way that he spoke to her. All she cared about now was the hot, throbbing prick that reamed out her pussy. She reached up and kissed him wetly on the mouth, her tongue entwined in his. Her body felt weak from the fucking, but she found energy that she never knew existed. Her clit was spasming frantically as his hard cock raked across her love-button, thrilling her pussy with heated, pulsating sensations that drove her wild with passion. Her lust was boiling over in her cunt and thick curds of pussy-juice formed on her cunt-hair. Her cunt was churning with pussy-nectar and she squirmed around beneath his powerful cock-thrusts into her cunt. She jerked her ass around on the car seat. Her pussy muscles were stretching to receive his hot, hard prick.
"God! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Joel! I want it! I need it! I need your cock in my pussy!" The wild fucking was really getting to her now, and she jerked and humped about, impaled on his powerful cock.
"Yeah, that's the spirit, cunt!" he shouted loudly, his prick burying itself deep in her cunt. Sloshing sounds came from her pussy every time he lurched forward, reaming out her tight, well-fucked pussy.
She tightened her arms around Joel's back and squeezed him. She kissed him again, snaking her tongue in his mouth, then gripping his tongue with her lips and sucking it deeply into her mouth. She writhed about violently, meeting his cock-thrusts by grinding her cunt-mound into his sweaty crotch. She was delirious with lust and passion, engulfed in a world of wild, wicked, hot sex! Her mind was reeling with depraved thoughts. He was raping her pussy with his swollen prick, but she didn't care. Somehow, she enjoyed being raped! It made no sense, but she wasn't about to fight the strange feelings that overwhelmed her.
Her clit was spasming and throbbing as his prick rubbed across it on its way into her hot cunt. It didn't seem possible, but his prick was still growing inside her cunt. Every time he thrust forward, his prick seemed to grow an inch or more.
"Ummmm! Yeah! Damn, Joel!" she gasped. "Your prick is so fucking big!"
"You...you like it, huh?"
"I love it! I love your prick! It feels so nice and hard in my pussy. Jesus, your cock feels wonderful! I swear, I've never felt anything so great before!"
"Unnggghh! Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck! Fuck me nice and hard, you cunt! I love it too! Your cunt is so nice and hot and tight! like no other cunt in the whole fucking world!"
They were both breathing heavily now, their lungs filling with air as they gasped and grunted, in the throes of a powerful fucking.
"Tighten your pussy, Kathy! Tighten your cunt around my cock!" he exclaimed.
She responded at once, tightening her pussy muscles until his cock was trapped in the vise-grip of her cunt. Her legs were twitching spasmodically and pussy-juice was dripping obscenely down her creamy thighs. Her cunt felt like it was burning up with lust.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes! Ummppphhhh! Unnggghhhh! Fuck yes! Your cunt is even tighter now!" he bellowed.
She squeezed her ass and her cunt got even tighter. His prick forced its way another inch deeper and she felt his cock pulsating deep in her belly. She wiggled her ass-cheeks frantically as his raging, hard prick pounded relentlessly into her steaming cunt, reaming out her cunt-walls which tightened around the hard, hot flesh of his bloated, blood-engorged cock. Wondrous sensations filled her pussy and washed through her beautiful body. She shook her head back and forth, reveling in the joy of the fucking, her hair flailing about wildly. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip. Her cunt-juice dripped down his turgid cock-shaft and spilled onto the leather upholstery of the car seat. Her throbbing cunt felt like a raging inferno.
Joel Peterson did not slow down for a second. He kept slamming forward, impaling her pussy on his brick-like cock. His prick-tip slid deep into her cunt, raking across her cunt-walls as the base of his meaty prick reamed along her sensitive, spasming clit, causing her an endless stream of delicious, overwhelming sensations that carried her into oblivion.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she moaned with ecstasy. "My cunt feels like it's on fire! Jesus! I can't believe it."
"Ummmppphhhh! Unnggghhhh! It...won't be long now!" he gasped throatily. "I'm about to come! Right up your hot little cunt, baby! Yeah! Keep on fucking, bitch! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!"
Her pleasure was building rapidly and she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
"Here it comes, Kathy!" Joel shouted as his body stiffened. He reared back and rammed forward with a final, all-consuming cock-plunge into her steaming pussy. She growled sexily and received his plunging prick deep in her cunt. His piss-slit erupted and a heavy wad of sticky, scalding cum shot out of his prick and spilled into her cunt. She could feel his cum washing through her pussy, coating her cunt-walls with gooey jism.
He grunted and screamed, "Yeah! Unnggghh! I'm coming!" One more time he came pummeling forward, his prick driving hard and fast into her seething pussy, reaming along her constricted cunt-walls and rubbing across her erect, throbbing clit.
That final cock-thrust was just what she needed to trigger her orgasm. "Aaaiieeee!" she wailed as the lightning bolt of her climax coursed through her well-fucked cunt. She kicked and clawed at Joel Peterson's strong back as her orgasm consumed her, taking her on a bizarre journey through the land of forbidden sex. She tingled all over and her pussy was burning up with lust. His prick skewered her lovely, hot cunt and she screamed with delight. They writhed together in sexual abandon, lost in a frenzy of passion. She rode a wave of ecstasy and spilled over the brink of desire. Her breath was labored and hard. She moaned again as his cock pulled out of her cunt, raking still more sexual pleasure from her tight young twat.
"Damn, that was nice!" he exclaimed as he sat up and shook his head in disbelief. "You fuck like a mink, Kathy! That was just what the doctor ordered."
"Yeah," she whimpered. "I kind of liked it too." She looked up at the man who had raped her. What was he thinking? What was he feeling inside? she wondered. Had he fallen in love with her? Would he apologize for raping her pussy?
"Well, get your clothes on fast," he said nonchalantly as he climbed into the driver's seat and turned on the motor. "I don't want to be late for the party."
Kathy couldn't believe it. His attitude was unbelievably insensitive.
He had nothing more to say to her. All Joel Peterson cared about was getting his rocks off. He had just used her. Fucked her! Raped her! The bastard was horny, so he fucked her. It was as simple as that. Hell, he didn't even wait for her to get dressed before pulling back out onto the road. All he cared about now was getting to the party on time. She hurried to pull her clothes on, feeling used and abused. She sobbed quietly as they drove on toward Benjamin Benson's estate.
CHAPTER SIX
The party at Benjamin Benson's estate was quite a grand affair. A couple of hundred people were there, all decked out in beautiful and expensive clothes. Some couples were dancing in the ballroom; others were riding horses, swimming in the big, Olympic-size swimming pool, playing tennis or racquetball, or just strolling leisurely about the huge estate.
Kathy Kramer walked about, surveying the impressive estate of Benjamin Benson, the man she hoped to win over with her beauty. Oh, she thought, if only she could charm him into marrying her. This whole, magnificent estate would be hers, with all of the trappings of luxury, servants and all. But she soon learned that Mr. Benson was not circulating at the party. He was busy playing poker with some of his friends. She was chagrined to discover that Benson had a girlfriend, a ravishing brunette named Cindy Ostend.
Miss Ostend sauntered about the estate as though she owned it, introducing the numerous guests and showing off the riding stables, of which she was particularly proud. She was an expert rider, and cut quite a provocative figure in her leather riding togs. Kathy wondered why Miss Ostend always carried a riding crop in her hand. She blanched at the nasty, almost cruel way that Miss Ostend ordered the servants about, but, at the same time, she envied the beautiful brown-haired woman. Miss Ostend always had a servant nearby to serve her drinks and light her cigarettes. She was a haughty bitch who was accustomed to being waited on.
Miss Ostend approached Kathy and smiled, showing a row of perfect, gleaming teeth. She introduced herself as Mr. Benson's girlfriend and invited Kathy to tour the stables.
"I'd love to, Miss Ostend," she replied. Perhaps, she thought, if she got to know Miss Ostend, the voluptuous brunette would at least introduce her to Benjamin Benson.
"You sure are a pretty young thing, Kathy," the woman gushed as they strode toward the stables. "I understand that you work for Joel Peterson, is that correct?"
"Yes, that's right," Kathy replied, wondering how Miss Ostend had discovered that information. It seemed like Miss Ostend knew something about everyone at the party.
"You look surprised, Kathy," the woman said, smirking. "Well, you see, I know just about everything there is to know about Benson's Quarterly. I keep well informed. Besides, Joel is a very good friend of mine. He never keeps any secrets from me." She beamed broadly, flung her hair back haughtily and led Kathy into the stables. "I want to stop by the tack room, honey. There are some people there I'd like you to meet."
"Thank you, Miss Ostend," Kathy replied, wondering how close the gorgeous brunette was to Joel Peterson. Had Joel divulged any secrets about her? she wondered. And who were the people that Miss Ostend wanted her to meet?
"Go right on in, Kathy," Miss Ostend instructed as she opened the heavy wooden door to the dark tack room.
Kathy obeyed blithely, stepping through the door. All of a sudden, she heard Miss Ostend's riding crop whistling through the air as it neared her ass-cheeks. When the leather riding crop cracked across her ass, she flinched and shrieked.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, weeping.
"Because I felt like it, bitch!" Miss Ostend snarled as she flicked on the light in the tack room.
Kathy was startled to see two men waiting in the room. They were big, young studs and they looked terrifying, standing beneath rows of saddles, harnesses, ropes and whips.
"Hey! What the hell's going on here?" Kathy demanded in a frightened voice.
Miss Ostend wound up and struck her again with the leather riding crop. The whip snapped down on her tits and she winced in wretched pain.
"You conniving little bitch!" the gorgeous brunette bellowed. "I hate uppity little secretaries like you. You have no right coming to a party and mingling with decent people. You'll have to be taught a lesson, cunt! And my stable hands are just the fellows to do the job. She's all yours boys. Introduce yourselves to Miss Kathy Kramer. Give her a good workout, guys. I'll see you later, Kathy," she said, sneering. Then, as she closed the door to the tack room, Miss Ostend let out a loud sadistic laugh.
"Hi, Kathy," one of the men said. "I'm Dan." He took off his shirt, baring his broad, muscular, hairy chest. Dan had the body of a weightlifter.
"I'm Johnny," the other man said. Johnny looked at her with a cruel grimace. He held a thick rope in his hands and he sat on a small training saddle that looked too tiny for a horse. Kathy figured the saddle must be used on colts.
She started to back up, but Dan and Johnny quickly closed in on the frightened young blonde. They stripped her naked in a jiffy. Then Dan threw the small saddle over her back and laced it tightly, while Johnny stuck the thick rope through her teeth and pulled it tightly behind her head, knotting it.
"She's pretty as a picture, ain't she?" Dan said cruelly, pulling down his pants and revealing his long, flaccid prick.
"Yep, she's a nice little filly, all right," Johnny agreed. "Okay if I take her for a ride before we get into the heavy stuff?" Johnny added, his face contorted with lust and depraved passion.
"Be my guest, friend," Dan said matter-of-factly as he handed Johnny a small, thin horsewhip.
Johnny swiftly climbed aboard, straddling the helpless, kneeling woman. His feet kicked at her thighs and he shouted at her, "Giddyap, bitch! Take me for a ride around the tack room, cunt! Let's go!" He cracked the horsewhip across her naked ass, flicking the tip of the leather whip through her tender ass-hole. She flinched and began to crawl forward, spurred on by the whip and the heels of Johnny's boots. "Yah! Yah! Move it out, cunt! Faster! Give me a good ride, bitch!"
The whip snapped into her ass-hole and stung her terribly. She paused for a moment, but she was quickly spurred on as Dan stepped behind her and kicked her in the ass, digging the pointed tip of his cowboy boot into her tight, exposed ass-hole.
She felt totally humiliated as she crawled across the stone floor on her hands and knees. Her knees scraped across the rough stones and it hurt like the devil. The rope tore into her mouth, scraping across her lips as Johnny roughly pulled her head back. When he yanked on the rope, she couldn't move forward. Then, he would release his grip and she would be spurred forward again, crawling obscenely across the floor, carrying the crude stable boy to the opposite end of the tack room.
"Yah! Yeah! Giddyap, sweet cunt! Give me a good ride, bitch!" Johnny exclaimed in a high-pitched voice as he rode her across the floor, glorying in the horrible abuse he was meting out to the wretched struggling woman. He snapped the whip across her ass and spurred her creamy thighs. She was becoming weak and she knew that she would not be able to carry the stable boy on her back much longer. He was so heavy that her back was swaying. She feared that if he didn't get off of her soon, her back would give way and break under the pressure.
She wanted desperately to scream out her protest to this terribly abusive treatment, but the rope was cutting into the corners of her mouth and it was impossible to utter a word. Her entire body was racked with unbearable pain, but she kept crawling about the cold, stone floor, with Johnny on her back. This was so demeaning and humiliating, but the men didn't seem to be the slightest bit concerned about her feelings. They merely laughed and made crude jokes about her.
"She's a nice little filly, all right. Shit, look at this bitch crawl. Hell, I bet we could win some races with this cunt, Dan!"
"Yeah, shit. We should enter her in the Kentucky Derby. She moves good, don't she?"
"You bet!"
"Hey, I think she's getting tired. You getting tired, cunt?" Johnny said, smirking.
She wanted to answer, but she couldn't. All that she could manage to do was make muffled, groaning noises. She looked up at Dan, pleading with her tear-stained eyes for him to call a halt to this degrading treatment.
Dan just smiled widely and spoke to Johnny, goading him on. "Give her another turn, John-Boy. The bitch is giving you a damned good ride. Put the whip to her, buddy!"
The whip whistled and snapped down across her ass again, inflaming her tender ass-hole. Her ass-hole burned with pain as the whip flicked relentlessly down and raked across it. She was screaming inside, but no sounds came out of her mouth. She struggled to keep crawling with the wicked stable boy riding on her tortured and aching back but, the pain in her joints was so horrid that she wished she were dead. Her inflamed ass-hole was killing her, and she didn't have much strength left.
Finally, she could withstand no more pain. She collapsed on the floor. Johnny grunted and stepped off of her, standing up and flailing her ass with the horsewhip.
"Bitch! Cunt! Fucking whore!"
"Easy, John-Boy," Dan said. He stepped forward and ripped the rope out of Kathy's aching mouth. "We got better things to do with the cunt. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to her knees. At the same time, he opened his fly and tugged out his prick.
"Oh, God! This is...more than...I can take," she blurted as she stared at his growing prick. Her eyes betrayed her fear and revulsion. What would they do to her now? she wondered.
"I got a nice big prick that would just love to be sucked, bitch!" he exclaimed as he stepped forward and pushed his balls lewdly into her cheek. He rubbed his sweaty, dangling balls over her tortured face and chuckled maniacally. "Ha! Ha! Yeah, I bet you give a dynamite blowjob, don't you, sweet cunt?"
"Please, I don't understand. What do you guys want from me?" she pleaded.
"Nothing but a good time, sweet cunt," Dan said, tightening the grip on her hair. Her scalp ached horribly as he pulled on her pretty blonde hair. "Suck my big, beautiful prick, little darlin'. " His eyes were cold and his voice was threatening. His prick bobbed lewdly before her face and she could smell the pungent odor of his balls as they dangled beneath his throbbing cock. "Come on, darlin', " he taunted, "give my cock a real good sucking. Lick the tip of my prick first."
Tentatively, she snaked her tongue out of her mouth and tasted the tip of his cock. She was repulsed by the acrid taste of dried piss. She retched and spit on the floor.
Dan reacted angrily, grabbing his cock and grinding it lewdly into her eyes. He rubbed his balls across her mouth, and when she clenched her lips shut, he pressed his balls into her nostrils, forcing her to breathe in the pungent, sweaty odor of his ball-sac. He pulled back a few inches, and his cock swung freely in front of her face. Gripping her hair tightly in his fist, he slowly pulled her face upward until his cold, gray eyes met hers. With a look of disdain, he spit into her face.
"Lick my prick," came his command.
Again, her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she licked at the tip of his cock. Dan smiled lewdly and gasped with delight.
Johnny stood nearby, staring with wild eyes, still holding the small horsewhip. With his other hand, he tugged out his prick and began to jack off. Kathy could see Johnny's fist pumping his thick, short prick to a huge erection. She was afraid of what he might do to her once his prick was hard and ready. Dan and Johnny were two very unusual men, she thought. She would put nothing past them. They were so perverted and evil, that she figured they were capable of just about anything. Meanwhile, Dan was really getting off on having her lick his cock. Every time her tongue flicked across his cock-slit, his massive prick seemed to grow an inch or more. She could actually see the blood flowing through his purple cock-veins, making the pulsating rod a frightening sight to behold.
"Okay, sweet cunt, enough of that shit. Now it's time for you to start sucking" Dan commanded. "Let's see how good you can work that ripe little mouth of yours. Wrap your ruby lips around my prick and suck it, cunt!"
"Yeah," Johnny chimed in crudely. "Suck big Dan's prick, bitch!"
She reluctantly obeyed the vile command, wrapping her lips around his bloated prick and slurping his bulbous cock-knob into her mouth. The moment that his cock buried itself in her mouth, she could feel his cock-shaft growing to immense proportions. He started to gyrate his hips, grinding his prick into her mouth. She slobbered lewdly as perspiration mixed with saliva and coated the hairs at the base of his enormous and still-growing cock-shaft.
"Yeah, you got a hot little mouth, sweet cunt!" he exclaimed as he slammed his hips forward and worked his cock deep into her slurping, sucking mouth. She stifled the urge to gag on his mammoth prick that stabbed roughly into her throat. He kept pulling hard on her hair, ripping at her scalp. Her knees ached as she knelt on the cold, hard stone floor.
Suddenly, her breath caught and she gagged around his bloated cock. His prick was spit out of her mouth and she filled her lungs with air. His cock swayed back and forth menacingly in front of her and she was stunned to see how big his cock had grown in her sucking mouth. Dan had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She was stunned, wondering how she had even managed to take his cock into her mouth. Her jaws ached terribly and she now knew why. His prick was enormous! Dan's cock was abnormally large, she realized with fright.
"What the fuck's the matter with you, sweet cunt?" Dan snorted. "You had enough of my prick, or what? Huh?"
"Yes...I mean, no!" Kathy was really flustered. She didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure that she could stomach sucking his prick any longer. It was...well, it was just so fucking big! Now it even scared her to look at his cock!
Johnny spoke, his voice shrill and annoying. "Shit, bitch, you should be happy to suck Dan's cock! He's a heavy mother-fucker! His prick is the biggest around! It ain't good enough for you, or something? Hell, Miss Ostend sure-likes Dan's prick!"
"Shut the fuck up, ass-hole!" Dan snorted angrily. "You ought to learn to keep your mouth shut, fool! I don't want this whore knowing my business, Johnny!"
Kathy thought that she detected a hint of fear in Dan's angry outburst.
"Sorry, Dan," Johnny said. "I didn't mean nothing. Honest."
"That's okay, John-Boy. Sweet cunt here ain't smart enough to do anything with that information anyway. Are you sweet cunt?"
"N-no," she stammered weakly. Then, she thought about what Johnny had said. Obviously, Dan was fucking Miss Ostend on the side. She made a mental note of the fact, thinking that maybe-just maybe-her knowledge would come in handy some time in the future.
"That's real good, sweet cunt," Dan said softly. "But, shit. You ain't finished giving me a blowjob yet, are you?"
"No," she said.
"Well, what the fuck's your problem, anyway. You got some kinda excuse or something? Huh?"
"No, it's just that your prick is so big. I can't take your whole cock in my mouth," she explained, pouting.
Dan stared down at her, beaming with pride. "Yeah, I do got a big unit. That's for sure. Plenty of women can't even take my prick in their tight twats. Does that surprise you, sweet cunt?"
"No, I believe it," she blurted.
"But, I ain't met a cunt yet that couldn't suck my prick if she tried hard enough. I ain't sure you're trying hard enough, sweet cunt. You know what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I know," she replied. "I'm sorry."
"Well, suppose you just put a lip-lock on my prick and try again. I want a blowjob, sweet cunt. Is that understood?"
"Yes, I understand," she replied weakly.
"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Go to it, bitch!" he growled as he guided his cock toward her mouth.
"Make sure she gives me a good blowjob, Johnny. Warm her ass up a little bit. Okay?"
"You bet!" Johnny replied enthusiastically. The small horsewhip whistled through the air and slashed across her back. She shook and writhed in agonized pain as the whip struck. Again and again, Johnny flailed her with the horsewhip, striking her ass, the tip of the evil whip flicking across her puckered ass-hole.
"Owwwwwww!" she shrieked. "I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll suck your prick! Please don't let him whip me!"
"Hold it, Johnny. Let's see how well the bitch performs. Get down on my cock, sweet cunt. Wrap those ruby lips around my unit!"
Kathy did as ordered. She leaned forward and slurped his cock-knob deep into her mouth. It was difficult to breathe, but she had to obey Dan's vile command. His prick was pulsating and throbbing as he face-fucked her. It was a brutal and wicked raping of her mouth, but she could do nothing to stop the evil man. He was much too strong and it would be futile for her to resist. She simply had to accept the ugly reality of the situation. Dan was depraved and nasty. He wanted his cock sucked. And much as she hated giving him a blowjob, she would have to suck his bulbous cock. She concentrated on slurping his prick into her mouth, swirling her tongue underneath his cock-knob, massaging the sensitive spot of his big prick with her tongue.
She could tell that Dan was getting off on the suck-job. He was gyrating his hips lewdly and breathing in short gasps. He was bearing down on her, raping her mouth with his huge, hard prick. His cock kept pounding and slamming into her face, his prick-knob bouncing off of the walls of her mouth. His cock filled her mouth to overflowing and she could see the hairy base of his prick out of the corners of her eyes.
"Unnnnnnnnnnn! I love it!" he exclaimed. "Ummmmmm! yeah! Fucking shit! Suck, sweet cunt! Suck! Suck my cock! Love it! Love it! Suck my prick, sweet cunt! Love it! Love it!"
His hairy balls slapped under her chin, dampening her soft flesh with perspiration. She could smell the pungent, sexy aroma of sex which came from his perspiring balls. His bloated cock kept pounding into her mouth, filling her oral cavity and slipping, snake-like down her throat, massaging her tonsils. His prick was throbbing with lust and evil desire. She slurped and licked and sucked and lapped, trying desperately to bring him off. She knew damned well that Dan would not cease face-fucking her until he came.
As she continued sucking his massive prick, her thoughts kept returning to what Johnny had said earlier. Johnny had said that Miss Ostend loved Dan's big cock. Obviously, that meant that Dan and Miss Ostend were having a sexual affair. Perhaps that would offer a way to get back at the wicked bitch who had turned her over to this pair of perverts. She despised Miss Ostend, and would do anything possible to get back at the beautiful bitch. In fact, she thought, if she ever got to meet Mr. Benson, maybe she could-
A swift, hard rap to her jaw brought her back into reality. Her jaw stung. Dan had become angry and had belted her a good one.
"Hey, sweet cunt. You daydreamin' or something? Shit, bitch, keep your mind on the job, and your mouth on my prick," he quipped.
He reared back and thrust his hips forward brutally, thumping his massive hard prick into her mouth. His swollen cock-knob banged against her tonsils, stinging her with anguished pain that racked her ravaged body.
"Get ready to swallow my cum, sweet cunt. I want to flood your silly fucking brains, bitch! Gulp it all down now, or I'll beat the shit out of you. Understand?"
Kathy understood all too well. She kept her lips locked around his prick and nodded, bobbing her head up and down as his prick pumped furiously in and out of her mouth.
"I'm gonna come any second now, sweet cunt!" he rasped, slamming forward. His pungent-smelling balls smacked wetly against her neck, matting the hairs on his ball-sac.
She flinched, but kept right on sucking his cock.
"Whip her ass, Johnny. Heat up her behind a bit, will you?"
"You bet, Dan," he replied. Johnny flailed her ass with the wicked horsewhip, causing the muscles in her ass to tighten.
"You got a hot little mouth, cocksucker," Dan taunted. "And Johnny's gonna make sure you got a hot ass too. Whip the bitch, Johnny! Whip the smart-ass cocksucker! Whip her good and hard, John-Boy!"
Johnny kept raining blows on her tender ass-cheeks, snapping the leather whip across her puckered ass-hole. She twisted and writhed in agony, but she could not escape the slashing horsewhip as it tore into her tortured ass-flesh.
Without warning, Dan tightened the muscles in his body and shook. "Here it comes, sweet cunt!" he snorted.
A moment later, a load of hot, gooey jism spurted out of his piss-slit and gushed into Kathy's mouth.
"Swallow it, cocksucker! Swallow my cum, you whore!" he bellowed. Gulping quickly, she took his first load of jism down her throat. She took a short breath and gulped again, swallowing a second, larger load of his scalding jism. Her throat was soon coated with his slippery cum, but he kept coming in her mouth.
"Milk my prick, sweet cunt! Milk my cock! Slurp it all down. Swallow all of my cum, bitch!" he shouted.
She reluctantly obeyed, consuming a huge mouthful of his scalding jism. His cum drooled out of his prick-tip and dripped lewdly down her throat and into her stomach. She felt sick, but she obeyed his vile command and kept gulping down his white-hot jism. It was a repulsive task and she hated herself for complying with his evil demands. But, what else could she do? She couldn't refuse to drink his cum, no matter how disgusting it was.
Dan shoved her backward and she fell over on her back, crunching down on the cold, stone floor of the tack room. The man staggered back, then slumped down on the floor next to her, shaking his head.
"That was okay, sweet cunt. You did real good, bitch! Real good blowjob you gave me!" Dan seemed most pleased with himself. "Yeah, shit! I needed that blowjob, you know what I'm saying, sweet cunt?"
"Yes, I...I suppose so," she stammered.
"Yeah, that was real nice, sweet cunt," he said, grinning and baring his teeth. "Hey, Johnny. I'm tired. Why don't you work on the bitch awhile while I rest?"
"You bet, Dan!" Johnny replied enthusiastically.
"Oh, noooooo!" she cried. "I've had enough! I just can't stand any more abuse! Please!"
"Hey, bitch! I don't want to hear any shit from you. Big Dan got his rocks off, so now it's my turn." Johnny dashed over to where Kathy lay panting for breath. He spread her thighs wide and brutally slid the whip into her cunt.
"Aaaaiiieeeee!" Kathy wailed in anguish as the whip pressed through the folds of her pink pussylips and raked through her tight cunt. She twisted and turned, her long blonde hair flailing about her shoulders, her tits heaving.
Johnny stayed right with her as she dragged herself across the stone floor of the tack room. He kept pumping the whip into her tortured twat, sluicing the thin leather whip in and out of her ravaged pussy. The whip tore at her tender cunt-flesh and ripped across her sensitive clit. She screamed again and looked into Johnny's pale-blue eyes. He had the look of a madman and she shuddered with revulsion. She tried to kick him, but he dodged her foot and thrust the whip deeper into her cunt, laughing sadistically. He leered at her and shook his head with disdain and anger.
"Cunt! Stupid fucking cunt!" he rasped as he slammed the whip into her cunt with great force.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" she screamed again, writhing on the floor, the whip sticking out of her ravished pussy. "Damn you, you nasty sadistic bastard!" she cursed, pulling herself along the cold hard floor, crawling on her hands and knees.
Johnny pulled the whip out of her cunt and stood over her. He raised the whip and brought it down over her naked up-thrust tits. She winced and cried in anguish as the whip rained down on her luscious tits. The whip tore at her tit-flesh, causing her unbelievable pain. Then Johnny kicked her in the side and she slammed down on the floor, grasping her aching ribs. She rolled over and over, shrieking with pain.
"Get the bitch, Johnny!" Dan shouted shamelessly. He was on his feet, cheering his buddy on. "Fuck her, John-Boy! Fuck the slut! Go ahead! Fuck the bitch!"
Johnny leapt on her, pulled the whip out of her cunt and threw it aside. She twisted and smacked him in the face, but he didn't even flinch. He rapped her hard across the mouth, rolled her over and climbed between her legs. Gripping the tender flesh of her creamy thighs, he spread her thighs wide apart, exposing her blonde-thatched pussy.
"I'm gonna get the bitch nice and wet first," he said as he burrowed his face into her cunt, licking at her clit.
"Yeah, eat her cunt, Johnny! Suck the slut's pussy! Eat that cunt, John-boy!" Dan moved in closer to view the action.
She writhed about on the floor. Whenever Johnny managed to stick his tongue in her cunt, she pulled away from him, dragging herself backward on chafed and aching elbows.
"Don't you dare, you fucking ass-hole!" she shrieked.
"She's a hot little whore, ain't she, Johnny?" Dan said. "Don't take no shit from the bitch! Get her good! Suck her cunt!"
Johnny dove forward again, probing into her tight cunt with his wet tongue. Again, she managed to drag herself free of the man.
"Give me some help, Dan! She keeps squirming away from me!" Johnny shouted anxiously.
"Okay, fuck her. If she don't want to cooperate, then we'll just have to make sure she stays put for you, John-Boy. Haul the slut's ass over here and we'll take care of business," Dan said.
"All right!" Johnny said jubilantly.
He stood up and grabbed Kathy under her arms, pulling her upright. He shoved her across the tack room. She stumbled and fell. But Johnny moved forward and kicked her in the ass, prodding her along.
"Move your ass, bitch! Go! Move it before I lose my temper!"
"Damn you, you filthy fucking bastard!" she shouted.
"Goddamn, Kathy. You sure got a mean mouth on you," Dan said. "John-Boy and me are gonna have to straighten your ass out. You got a real bad attitude, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know that, you stinking son of a bitch," Kathy cursed, her face covered with tears. She was completely helpless and she knew it. What in the hell were they planning to do to her now? she wondered.
"Tie her up right here," Dan said calmly. "Here, I'll help you, buddy."
The two stable boys tied her to hooks on the wall. Her legs were spread-eagled and ropes were affixed to her ankles. Her hands were tied together and looped over a saddle hook. She was extremely uncomfortable and the ropes bit into her tender flesh. She could hardly believe what was happening. The two stable boys seemed oblivious to her suffering. In fact, she realized, the biggest one, Dan, seemed to relish her anguished despair. His prick was getting hard again and he kept grinning lecherously at her.
"That ought to hold the bitch for a while," he said with an air of extreme self-satisfaction.
"You bet," Johnny said. "She ain't going nowhere, Dan. I'm gonna suck her cunt now."
"Nooooo!" she wailed. "You can't do that!"
"Oh, can't I? Watch me, bitch!" Johnny screamed.
"I'll be right back, folks," Dan said as he turned to leave. "And you, sweet cunt. Don't go anywhere now." He laughed and slipped through the door.
"Well, I guess it's just you and me now, bitch," Johnny said. He licked his lips lewdly and knelt on the floor in front of the spread-eagled young woman. "Let's see how sweet your pussy tastes, little darling."
"Goddamned you," she cursed. "I hate you, you bastard."
Johnny stuck his tongue out at her tauntingly, then lowered his head and licked at her pussy. He made a strange guttural sound and flicked his wet tongue across her clit. She winced and turned her head. It was repulsive to be tied up and have her pussy licked by the crude stable boy.
"Stop it this minute!" she screamed. "I hate you! Stop it, dammit! I...I...hate..." Her tortured voice trailed off as her pussy began to respond swiftly to Johnny's licking tongue. He seemed to know exactly the right spot on her erect clit-the sensitive spot that turned her on. She swooned in response to Johnny's expert tongue. Flaming sensations welled up in her tight pussy. Her cuntlips filled with hot blood and swelled under the man's oral caresses. Her clit tensed and throbbed with frenzied, passionate delight. She found herself giving in to the cunt-sucking man. He really knew what he was doing, and there was no way that she could deny the burning feelings in her cunt. Her pussy was dripping with cunt-juice as his probing tongue slithered like a snake into her tight, hot twat.
"Ohhhhh, good God!" she gasped. She was enraptured by the cunt-sucking. Her heart was racing to keep up with the frenetic pace of Johnny's lapping tongue.
Johnny gripped the backs of her thighs and pulled her pussy forward into his face, he stuck his nose into the slit of her cunt and began to rub across her cunt-channel, slicing into her cunt with his nose. Quickly, he worked his nose in between the folds of her cuntlips.
"Ummmmmm!" she purred.
His nose was literally fucking her pussy. It felt great and she gave in to the demands of her cunt. There was nothing else that she could do. His nose was fucking her passionately, leaving her no choice but to respond. Without thinking, she arched her back and ground her cunt into the man's nose. Her cunt-juice was spilling out of her pussy and covering Johnny's face. She was getting very close to an orgasm, and she wanted that orgasm. Wanted it! Needed it!
"Ohhhhhh, yessssss! Yessssss! It feels great!" she enthused as her clit tensed and throbbed sexily.
Johnny pulled his nose out of her wet, hot cunt and lifted his chin. He opened his mouth and gripped her clit in his teeth. Pulling her throbbing, blood-engorged clit-button out of its fleshy, glistening sheath, he buried his tongue deep in her tight twat, massaging her rippling, slick cunt-walls.
"Ummmmm!" she cooed, savoring the wonderful feelings that spilled out of her pussy. She had never felt such erotic pleasure before. She wanted to hang on to the delicious sensations that filled her pussy. She tightened the muscles in her cunt, trapping the man's tongue in the red-hot depths of her pussy.
Johnny pulled her clit far out of its protective folds of cunt-flesh, stretching her cunt-button to the absolute limit. Then he released his lip lock on her clit and her love-button snapped back into its sheath. She gasped with delight and flailed her head back and forth, enjoying the luscious sensations that welled up in her well-sucked pussy.
"This...is...wonderful!" she gushed unabashedly.
She was riding high now, savoring the cunt-sucking. The feelings that coursed through her tight, wet cunt were not to be believed! An orgasm was building quickly in her cunt.
"Your tongue! Yessss! Jesus, your tongue! I love it! I love it!"
It wouldn't take long now. She knew that soon she would come. "Don't stop, please!" she shouted lewdly.
Johnny was not about to stop. He was getting off on sucking her cunt. He spread her legs wider, exposing more of her cunt. His hand slid around her ass and probed, seeking out her puckered ass-hole. His middle finger found the target and slid past the outer ring of muscles surrounding her ass-hole. Quickly, his finger pushed up into her tight ass-hole, squirming and worming its way deeper and deeper.
She shuddered and closed her eyes. Her head spun and she saw stars for a moment. Her ass-hole burned and ached as the man crudely shoved his finger deeper and deeper in her steaming, hot depths. She was disgusted at the man's vile penetration of her puckered ass-hole, but there was no denying the fact that having her ass-hole reamed with his finger was exciting. Her ass-muscles clenched around his finger, making the dark, forbidden passageway of her ass-hole tighter. She felt pain, but it was a pain that led to pleasure. His finger burrowed deeper still into her seething ass-hole. Her sphincter muscles stretched to accommodate his thick knuckle. Then, with a final push, his finger was buried to the hilt.
Johnny kept eating her cunt, raking his teeth across her clit, snapping her clit sharply into its sheath, lapping lewdly at her pussy-walls which rippled with obscene sexual delight.
"Yesssss! Ohhhhh, yesssss!" she wailed, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. "Fuck my cunt with your tongue! Do it! Suck my pussy!"
She came and more pussy-nectar washed out of her cunt. She moaned loudly and gasped for air.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hey, that was a great performance!" Dan said, clapping loudly. "You sucked her pussy real good, John-Boy. Shit, look at the bitch! She's all fucking worn out, ain't she?"
Johnny pulled his face away from her drooling slit and looked at Dan. His mouth was dripping with Kathy's cunt-juice. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smiled broadly. "She's got a sweet, young cunt," he said.
"Yeah, well, the bitch looks a fucking mess if you ask me. But, I've got just the thing to wake her up." He stepped forward, holding a two-foot long cattle prod in his fist. "Look what I came up with, John-Boy." He proudly displayed the cattle prod.
"You gonna use that mother on her, Dan?" Johnny asked, wide-eyed with anticipation.
"You bet, buddy!"
Kathy was stunned. She grimaced at the sight of the long, thick cattle prod. She strained against the ropes which bound her to the wall, but it was useless. There was no escape from the evil pair of stable boys. Tears poured down her face. The last of her strength deserted her at the sight of the nasty cattle prod.
"You're in for the shock of your life, sweet cunt," Dan quipped. He moved in close and touched the tip of the cattle prod to her nipple.
"Owwwwwww!" she wailed as pain seared through her electrified tit. The electric current pulsed through her nipple, which spasmed out of control and became hard and pointed.
Dan leered at her sadistically. "Ha! You're in a rather shocking situation, aren't you, sweet cunt?" He grinned and poked the cattle prod at her other nipple.
"Aaaaaiiieeee!" she wailed. The electricity coursed through her tortured nipple. "Stop it! You fucking ass-holes! Stop it! Jesus Christ!" Her tit felt like it was on fire. Her body quivered uncontrollably. Her muscles flexed. Her face was a mask of horror and pain.
Dan shoved the cattle prod into her cunt, spreading her pussylips wide with his fingers to make the penetration easier. The prod slid up her pussy, stretching her cunt-walls. She struggled and writhed about in her bonds, but there was no stopping the cattle prod as Dan forced it deep into her pussy.
She looked at Dan, wide-eyed with concern. "You...you can't do it to me...not there."
"Why not, sweet cunt?" Dan said. "You'll kill me!"
"We'll see about that, sweet cunt. Hold tight now. This is going to be a read shocking experience." With that, he turned on the cattle prod.
Bolts of hot electricity shot through her tortured young cunt. Searing sensations burned brightly in her brain and she reeled and thrashed about, going crazy with pain. She writhed and twisted desperately. It felt like a hundred claws were scratching at the inside of her tender pussy, ripping at her pussy-walls, raking across her sensitive clit. The pain was unbearable.
Finally, Dan turned the obscene instrument of torture off and pulled it out of her dripping cunt. "How did you like that, sweet cunt?" he asked.
She was too weak to utter a word. She felt the ropes being untied. Dan and Johnny helped her down to the floor and dropped her casually. She hit the floor with a dull thud.
"See you around, bitch!" Dan said.
"Yeah, take care, Kathy," Johnny added as they left the tack room, closing the door behind him.
Kathy was dazed and confused. She knew it would be a good idea to pull herself together and put her clothes on before anyone ventured into the tack room. She shook her head and picked herself up. In a jiffy, she was dressed. She wiped her sweat-drenched forehead with a towel and, after taking a deep breath to compose herself, she stepped out of the door and into the warm sunshine. She was not prepared to speak to anyone yet. She hurried toward the wooded area near the tennis courts. Surely, she thought, no one would be lurking in the wooded area. She could get herself together and, after a bit, return to the party as if nothing had happened. There was really little else she could do.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kathy stayed in the shadows of the low-hanging trees that surrounded the tennis courts. She tried to make herself presentable, combing her long, blonde hair with her fingers and regaining her composure. Just when she thought she would be okay, she eyed the haughty Cindy Ostend, who was practicing tennis at the backstop at the far end of the tennis courts. Two couples were playing on the courts, but, from their viewpoint, they were unable to see Miss Ostend. Kathy could see the voluptuous brown-haired bitch clearly.
This was her chance to get revenge on the evil bitch who had set her up to get raped and abused by the stable boys. If she were real quiet and careful, Kathy knew that it would be possible to sneak up on Miss Ostend. She could take the woman by surprise. Miss Ostend was taller and probably stronger than Kathy, and the older woman was definitely in better shape. She could tell by the way Miss Ostend moved on the practice area that the woman was a superb athlete. Still, if Kathy waited until Miss Ostend was winded, she would have a great advantage over the brunette bitch.
She made up her mind after some thought. Kathy decided to attack Miss Ostend and thrash her badly. Only after getting her revenge would she be happy. She simply had to get back at the haughty bitch. This opportunity would doubtless never come again. She had to move fast.
Kathy moved with stealth, quietly working her way around to the fence gate that opened onto the practice court. She kept an eye on Miss Ostend as she moved through the thick underbrush. God! she thought. This was too good to be true! The backstop against which the older woman was hitting the tennis ball blocked the other tennis players from view. There was an open area outside the gate which dropped off down a sloping grassy knoll. If Kathy could just attack Miss Ostend as she was stepping through the gate, she could push the brunette down the slope and let her have it. She would work the woman over, and leave her beat up while she rejoined the party and, if all went as planned, meet Mr. Benjamin Benson.
Her adrenalin was flowing freely, filling her blood with the strength and energy that Kathy knew she would need to defeat the stronger, taller woman in battle. She was angry as a hornet and ready for action. She took up a position behind a rose bush that was located right by the gate. And she waited.
In about fifteen minutes, Kathy could tell that Miss Ostend was about ready to quit practicing. The brunette was breathing heavily from her exertions, her tits heaving as she panted for breath. This was it! she thought as she saw the woman turn, tennis racket in hand, and head toward the gate. She was wiping her brow with the back of her hand.
Kathy knew that to pull it off, she would have to catch the brunette bitch completely off guard. She held her breath as Miss Ostend stepped through the gate, closing it behind her. As the lovely brunette turned on her heels and headed toward the house, Kathy leapt out and grabbed the woman around the neck. She ran toward the grassy knoll as fast as her legs would carry her, keeping the woman's neck captive in her arms. Miss Ostend tried to scream, but her voice was cut off by Kathy's arm which was wrapped firmly around her throat. A strange, sickly gurgling sound was all that could be heard.
They tumbled down the slope, head over heels, until they rolled to a stop at the bottom, on flat, grassy land. Kathy rose to her feet quickly, and deftly sidestepped the tennis racket, which tumbled past her.
Miss Ostend was stunned. She still hadn't seen Kathy, who was standing behind her, cocking her arms and preparing to strike the brunette bitch with a powerful right. Miss Ostend threw her hands around her throat, massaging her sore skin and shaking her head.
The situation was a perfect set-up for Kathy. She remembered seeing several similar scenes in the movies, but it seemed too good to be true. She tapped the brunette bitch on the shoulder, and when Miss Ostend turned her head, Kathy threw a strong right hook at the woman. She followed through and Miss Ostend went sprawling, legs and arms askew, knocked almost out of her senses.
Kathy pounced on the brunette bitch like a panther, clawing at the older woman's clothing, ripping her tennis blouse to shreds. Miss Ostend rolled over on her back and Kathy climbed on top of her, placing her knees on the woman's shoulders. She put her palms on the ground and pressed down, bringing her knees up high in the air. When she came down, she planted her knees squarely on the woman's heaving tits. Miss Ostend's tits were mashed down under Kathy's knees. The brunette grunted and writhed in agony on the ground, her face contorted in pain. She was completely and utterly helpless.
"You fucking bitch!" Kathy hissed wetly, a drop of spit striking the haughty brunette's eyelid, causing her to blink. "I'm going to kick your fucking ass, bitch! And, from the looks of things, there isn't a goddamned thing you can do about it!"
"F-fuck...you!" Miss Ostend grunted, gasping for breath.
"Yeah, I'll fuck you, all right, you bitch!" Kathy snarled as she wound up and smashed the helplessly sprawled woman again, her fist pounding into Miss Ostend's face, jarring her teeth and making her shudder from the pain. Tears were streaming out of the brunette's eyes and she writhed about on the ground. "You fucking cunt! I'm going to kick the living shit out of you!" Kathy hissed as she slammed her fists into Miss Ostend's face.
"Please!" Miss Ostend shrieked. "Stop! I beg of you!"
"Fuck you!" Kathy rasped cruelly. She was feeling her oats now. She was furious as hell, and she rained blows down on the brunette bitch, slamming her fists into the woman with relentless, merciless regularity. Miss Ostend writhed and twisted on the ground, but she couldn't escape the pummeling blows.
Kathy was afraid that, if she hit the woman any more, she was liable to kill her. She climbed off of the bitch and tugged the woman's shorts down to her ankles. Then she smiled as a novel idea struck her. She got up and walked over to where the woman's tennis racket lay in the grass. She picked the racket up and fondled it lovingly as she returned to the helpless woman who lay stretched out on her back in the grass. Kathy chuckled and moved forward, slowly, threateningly, menacingly.
Kathy spread Miss Ostend's creamy, suntanned thighs far apart. Her pussy was exposed and her cuntlips glistened in the sunlight. Her cunt-hairs were damp with perspiration. Leaning down, Kathy slid the butt-end of the tennis racket into Miss Ostend's naked and exposed pussy. The wide rubber rim on the racket handle didn't fit into the woman's tight pussy-opening, so Kathy wedged it into her cuntlips, smiling wickedly as she worked the tennis racket handle into the woman's tight, wet cunt.
"What the hell are you doing?" Miss Ostend shrieked as she felt the racket handle reaming out her pussy-channel.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing, Miss Ostend?" Kathy said condescendingly. "I'm ramming your tennis racket up your fucking cunt, you bitch!"
"Nooooo!" she wailed, flinching and writhing about on the ground.
"That's it, bitch!" Kathy snarled. "You complain and I'll hit you again! Is that what you want, slut?"
"No!" she protested. "Don't beat me any more! I can't stand it!" She covered her face with her hands and submitted to the punishment, allowing her pussy to be reamed out by the handle of her own tennis racket.
Kathy was brutal. She shoved the tennis racket handle deep into Miss Ostend's brown-haired cunt. The wooden handle raked into the woman's pussy, slicing across her sensitive clit. She screamed in protest, but Kathy paid no attention to the woman's pleas for mercy. She kept pumping the handle of the tennis racket into Miss Ostend's tight, stretched cunt, raping the bitch with the wooden handle.
"Owwwwww!" Miss Ostend wailed. "Aaaaiiieee! Stop it! Please! Stop! I...I can't take it! It hurts! It-it's awful!"
Exhausted, Kathy shoved the handle deep into Miss Ostend's cunt and left it there. She stood up triumphantly and placed her foot on Miss Ostend's mouth, the sole of her sandal pressing down on the woman's lips. "Kiss it! Kiss my shoe and I'll let you go! Kiss it, bitch!" she commanded, grinding her sandal sole into Miss Ostend's mouth.
Miss Ostend grimaced in pain and humiliation. Knowing that she had no choice, the brunette puckered her lips and kissed Kathy's foot, a wet, smacking kiss that sent Kathy's mind spinning with feelings of tremendous power and glory. She was the victor! She had defeated the evil brunette bitch. She had degraded and humiliated the woman who had been instrumental in degrading and humiliating her. The score was settled. She had gotten her revenge. Everything had worked out as planned. Now she must return to the party as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
She would find Benjamin Benson and introduce herself.
Kathy felt great. She was extremely self-confident, totally self-assured. She was certain that, once she met Benjamin Benson, she would be able to turn on the charm and capture his heart. If everything went as planned, she would charm the famous publisher into marrying her. Then, all would be hers-the estate, money, servants, everything that she had longed for. She would be rich and powerful. The world would be wide open for her.
She dashed off, leaving Miss Ostend stretched out on the ground, the handle of her tennis racket stuffed in her cunt.
CHAPTER NINE
Kathy stepped through a side door that led to the pool room in Benjamin Benson's mansion. A man was bent over the table, practicing pool shots. There was no one else in the room.
"Excuse me!" she said in a startled voice. "I was just passing through here. I'm looking for Mr. Benson. Could you tell me where-"
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," the man said as he turned slowly around to face Kathy, a lewd grin pasted on his handsome face. "Nice to see you again, Kathy," said Jack Johnson.
The young blonde's face wrinkled with distaste and she shoved the man away, heading for the door. Jack was right behind her. As her hand gripped the doorknob, his fingers clasped around her wrist, stopping her from opening the door.
"Leave me alone, goddammit!" she cried. Her heart was racing with fear and felt like it was going to beat its way through her heaving chest. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, Jack
Johnson. I despise you. I can't stand the sight of you, you bastard!"
He grabbed both of her wrists and pushed her backward until she backed into the pool table. Staring coldly into her eyes, he tightened his grip on her wrists, squeezing his thumbs.
"You're hurting me, dammit!" she cried.
"You bet your ass I'm hurting you, slut! And I haven't even warmed up yet, bitch!" he shouted. "So, I see that you decided not to listen to me. I told you to quit your job. But, obviously you didn't quit, did you?"
"No, and you can't make me, either. Now, let me go this instant!"
"Fuck you, baby!" he screamed as he slapped her hard across the mouth.
"Owwwwwwww! Damn you, you bastard! Fucking creep! Let me go!"
Roughly, he threw her onto the floor. "I know what you're up to now, bitch! You were looking for Mr. Benson, weren't you?" He slapped her again, sending her reeling with pain.
She looked up at him, a look of defiance in her pretty blue eyes. "Yes! And when I find Mr. Benson, I'm gonna make damned sure he fires you, you fucking creep!"
"My, my! Aren't you a tough little cunt! Well, Kathy, you can do whatever you can get away with, just as soon as you suck my cock!" He tugged his cock out of his trousers and stood over the woman, grinning lewdly. His prick wagged in front of him, half-hard, but growing bigger with every passing second. Jack pulled the woman onto her knees and grabbed her by the neck, shoving her forward and pressing his prick into her flushed face. Her face was crimson, flushed from fear and humiliation.
"I won't do it!" she bellowed. "I won't suck your nasty prick! You can't make me do it!"
"We'll see about that, Kathy!" he said coldly. He began to grind his crotch into her upturned face as he dug his fingers into her neck. The pain was excruciating, and it didn't take long for Kathy to give in.
"Okay, okay, okay! I'll...I'll do it!" she blurted. "Please, don't hurt me!"
"Open your mouth wide, slut!" He slid his cock between her full, ripe, ruby lips and began to pump his hips obscenely, forcing his prick into her hot mouth. "Suck my cock, cunt! Give me a blowjob! Yeah! Unngggghhh! Unnnnn! Come on, use that tongue on my cock!"
Kathy snaked her tongue out and twirled it around his lengthy prick. His cock was growing swiftly inside her wet, hot mouth. She licked the flesh beneath his cock-knob, and she felt his cock becoming bloated as fresh, red blood rushed through the thick, rope-like veins that crisscrossed his fleshy prick. She lapped at his cock-stand as it jerked in and out of her sucking mouth, skewering her lips. She was repulsed by the face-fucking that
Jack was giving her, but she was helpless. Jack was strong and mean, a real bastard. He was capable of hurting her badly, and she wasn't about to take any chances, she resigned herself to her vile task and hunkered down on his massive, stiffening prick, sucking and licking and lapping his mighty cock-stand, caressing his prick with wet, obscene kisses. Whenever her tongue slid beneath his cock-knob and licked the sensitive spot there, he gasped with pleasure.
"Unnnggghhh! Ummmmppphhh!" he grunted loudly as he pumped his hips forward, impaling her mouth on his rock-hard cock, ramming his prick into her mouth again and again, harder and harder, until she felt his cock-knob rubbing across her tonsils. His prick was buried balls-deep in her sucking mouth, burrowing deep into her wet oral cavity. "Unnnnnnnn! Shit, yeah! You give one helluva blowjob, Kathy! I gotta hand it to you! You sure know how to suck cock!"
The tortured young woman shuddered upon hearing Jack Johnson's obscene rantings and ravings. She could tell that he was having the time of his life face-fucking her. His cold, flat voice sent chills up and down her spine. She was so disgusted by being forced to give Jack a blowjob that she felt like crawling out of her skin. He was a terribly brutal man. Jack didn't give a damn about her now. He kept writhing about, hammering his bloated prick into her slurping mouth, shouting crude obscenities down at her as she knelt before him and lapped at his throbbing cock. Her tongue raked wave upon wave of heated pleasure from his spasming prick as she licked and lapped at his sensitive cock-flesh.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh! Unnnnnnn!" he gasped and groaned as he worked his hips back and forth rhythmically, gyrating and shoving his prick deep into her sucking mouth, parting her ruby lips with the thick base of his hair-fringed prick-shaft. He face-fucked her frantically, with staccato-like motions that pounded his prick into her mouth and stretched the muscles of her jaws.
Her jaws began to ache terribly. Her neck was numb where he clamped his fingers down on her tortured flesh, gripping her skin and pinching her roughly as he fucked her face. She opened her eyes wide and tried to look up into his eyes, but it was impossible. She couldn't move her neck with his hands gripping her so tightly and brutally. All she could see was the thick hairy base of his cock as it slammed deep into her sucking mouth. She could see his prick-shaft disappear in her mouth as he lurched swiftly forward, impaling her with his mighty, throbbing cock. His cock-knob probed and prodded the insides of her mouth and slithered across her tonsils, making her wince in agony. Stabbing pains shot through her abused body, but Jack Johnson didn't care at all how much agony she was experiencing as his prick pumped in and out of her mouth.
"Suck it! Suck my prick, you worthless fucking cunt! Lick under the tip of my cock, slut! Do it! Suck and lick my prick, you bitch!"
She obeyed his lewd command, lapping desperately at his blood-engorged cock. She wanted to find the spot under his cock-knob, so she twirled her tongue around quickly, seeking out the sensitive area on his bloated prick. Her tongue lashed all around his thick, rubbery cock-knob.
"Unnnggghhhhh! Yeah, shit! Go for it, slut! Lick my prick!" he grunted as he thrust his hips forward, ramming his prick between her full, ruby lips and deep into her mouth. He face-fucked her cruelly, gyrating and pumping his prick forward in quick, vigorous motions, filling her mouth with his turgid hard-on.
Kathy could feel the tip of Jack's prick throbbing quickly as her tongue lashed beneath his cock-knob. Stabbing pains shot through her raped mouth and her jaws ached horribly, but she knew that she must not stop sucking his prick. Not now! Jack was behaving like a wild animal as he face-fucked her. There was no telling what he might do to her if she stopped licking his cock. She flicked her tongue quickly across the underside of his cock-knob, raking hot, sensuous, erotic delight from his throbbing prick.
He responded at once to her oral ministrations, rocking back and forth on his heels, pounding and slamming his rock-hard prick into her mouth. His prick-tip slid into her throat, almost cutting off her air. She stifled back a gag and kept licking his bloated prick, tonguing his spasming cock-knob, stroking his lengthy prick with her wet, slithering tongue. Jack was going wild with passion, prodding his cock into her mouth, parting her lips with his thick cock-shaft. His cock-knob was banging against the walls of her mouth. The pain was horrible, but she continued her vile and debasing task. She knew that Jack would not let her go until he came in her mouth. She imagined how disgustingly helpless she must look as she sucked his rock-hard prick, slurping his cock-knob into her throat.
Jack groaned obscenely as he lurched forward, thrusting his blood-engorged prick between her slurping lips. "Unngggghhhhhh! Shit, yeah! Unnnnnnnn! Suck my cock! Wrap your ruby lips around my prick and suck it, you fucking wench!"
He reached down and tugged his constricted ball-sac out of his trousers. His bloated balls gave off a pungent odor which filled Kathy's flared nostrils. His balls were clenching obscenely with every thrust of his cock into her sucking mouth.
"Suck my cock, bitch! Suck my prick!"
That was all the warning she received. A tenth of a second later, he plunged forward brutally.
"Aaaaagghhhhhh!" he gasped as his body stiffened and a single drop of pre-cum drooled out of his piss-slit and into her mouth. His jism shot out like a jet stream, shooting into her throat and coating the walls of her mouth with sticky, gooey cum. She gagged on his jism, and coughed around his spurting prick.
"Drink it, slut! Drink my cum! Milk my cock dry, you worthless fucking bitch! Cocksucker! Prick-licker! Yeah! Drink my cum down your fucking throat, you bitch! Aaaggghhhh!"
Jack was a depraved and heartless bastard, and she knew that she had to obey his vile command. He would not be satisfied until she had swallowed every drop of his jism. She choked and spluttered as it washed through her mouth, coating the walls of her mouth and dripping down her throat. She gulped it all down. The final few drops of jism shot into her throat, then Jack Johnson staggered back, his prick slipping out of her mouth. A thin thread of cum ran from the tip of his cock to her wet lips. It was an obscene sight and Kathy shuddered in disgust. Then the thread of jism broke, and flicked across her neck.
She shuddered and lifted her hand, wiping her sticky, cum-smeared mouth with the back of her hand.
"Very interesting!" came a voice from behind the pair.
"Wh-what?" Kathy said as she turned to see Joel Peterson standing behind them, his prick in his hand. He was looking right at her as she wiped the cum from her face. His eyes were glazed. He had the unmistakable look of lust. He was breathing rapidly. His lips curled menacingly as he looked at the tortured young woman.
"How are you doing, Jack," Peterson said as he stepped forward. "Or, should I say, what are you doing?"
Jack gave the man a sheepish grin and spoke. "Joel, I found out what this bitch is up to. She wants to meet Benjamin Benson. I think she was just using us to get to him. She came in here looking for the big boss. And she said when she found him, she would try to get me fired. I imagine she plans to do the same thing to you."
"Is that right, Kathy?" Joel Peterson inquired as he moved forward.
"Yes!" she blurted. "I'll get both of you bastards fired. I'm sure Mr. Benson doesn't know what kind of men you are!" She spun on her heel and made a mad dash for the door. Neither man chased her and she thought that her escape was assured. But, as she tried to turn the doorknob, she found that the door was locked.
Joel laughed. "I locked the door, Kathy. You're not going anywhere. Now, you'll have to face the music. It seems that you made a very serious mistake. Let's get the slut, Jack!"
She shouted, "Noooooo!" and tried to run away from them, crashing into furniture, knocking down trophies as she careened across the room.
Joel grabbed her by the arms and spun her around. He hit her hard with his right fist and she puddled to the floor, holding her aching jaw.
"Let's lift her onto the pool table. I'll get her arms. You hold her legs."
"With extreme pleasure, Joel," Jack laughed.
They lifted her onto the pool table and dropped her on her back. They held her down, spread-eagled, and pulled off her clothes.
"Let's get her good, Jack!" Joel exclaimed as he picked up a pool cue. "Hold her down!"
"What are you going to do?" she shrieked.
Joel smiled widely and guided the butt of the pool cue toward her pussy. She shuddered as she felt the wooden pool stick slip between the glistening, pink folds of her outer pussylips.
"Aaaaiiieeee! Nooooo! Don't do that! I beg of you!"
"It's a little late for that, you conniving little bitch! Jack and I are gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" With that, he slid the pool stick into her tight cunt. She squawked as she felt the wooden stick reaming along her tight, dry pussy-walls.
"Shit, the bitch isn't even wet yet!" Jack shouted cruelly. He leaned over and bit her nipple, causing her to writhe about on the pool table as the pain shook her body.
"Don't worry about a thing," Joel replied. "This pool cue will get her nice and juicy." He sluiced the stick into her cunt and she jerked about helplessly on the pool table.
"Aaaiiieee!" she yelped as she felt the hard wooden pool stick rubbing along her pussy-walls, scraping across her erect clit. The pain was intense and Kathy wailed loudly as she jerked her hips across the cool green felt of the pool table, trying to escape the wooden stick which reamed out her tight young cunt. Her clit began to throb spasmodically in heated response to the stroking pool stick. Thick, hot curds of cunt-juice boiled out of her cunt and oozed on her pussy lips. She gasped as she heard sloshing noises coming from her tight cunt.
"Ha! Ha! The bitch is getting hot and horny now. Look at the cunt-juice pouring out of her pussy," Joel exclaimed as he rammed her pussy with the stick again and again, harder and rougher than before.
Her body was racked with pain and her pussy was aching from the brutal reaming that Joel meted out to her tight, ravished pussy. She bounced and twisted on the pool table, squirming her ass-cheeks around. "Ohhhhhhhh, stop it!" she moaned. "It hurts! It's killing me!" She felt like the pool stick would ram all the way through her cunt and come out her ass-hole. She was petrified! Would they stop? she wondered, her eyes filled with tears as she pleaded with them to stop raping her cunt with the pool stick.
They weren't about to stop torturing her. Joel pummeled her cunt with the stick, sluicing it in and out of her juicy cunt like a piston.
Uncontrollably, her pussy began to tighten around the pool stick, gripping the wooden stock with her cunt-muscles and squeezing down on it. She was in a frenzy. Her pussy was aching and her clit-button throbbed with heated passion as feelings of lust and sensuality coursed through her hot cunt. "Unnnnnn! Ohhhhhh! Please, don't! I beg you! Unnnnnnn!"
"Fuck you, bitch!" Joel rasped as he pulled the pool stick out of her cunt. He threw the pool stick aside and climbed on top of the pool table. He rolled her over and dropped all of his weight down on top of her naked young body. "Fuck you right up your tight and tender ass-hole!" he shouted obscenely as he lurched forward, filling her puckered ass-hole with his stiff, meaty prick.
"Aaaaiiieee!" she wailed, her ass-hole tightening to ward off the unwanted intruder.
"Fuck the bitch!" Jack shouted. "Ream out her fucking ass-hole, Joel! Give it to her good! Ass-fuck the fucking slut!"
"Unnnggghhh! Ummmppphhh!" Joel grunted, reaming out her shit-chute with his rock-hard prick, sluicing in and out of her ass-hole with rapid-fire cock-thrusts. Joel was really excited. He was pumping his prick into the seething depths of her ass-hole, and loving every second of it.
"Aaaiiieeee!" she yelped as the pain became too intense to bear. The tight ring of muscles that surrounded the opening to her ass-hole began to give. Her sphincter muscles were stretched to the limit to receive his hard and furious cock-thrusts. "Please! Stop! I can't take any more! Please!"
"To hell with you, bitch!" Jack snarled. "You deserve to have your ass-hole reamed out! You're nothing but a sneaky, conniving little slut! You deserve all the punishment we can give you!"
"Ohhhhhhh! Nooooo!" she moaned loudly. She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and endured the brutal raping of her tight and tender ass-hole.
Joel was riding her fast now, his balls flapping against her taut ass-cheeks as he slammed his prick deep into her hot ass-hole. He writhed in pleasure as jism began to spurt out of his cock-slit.
Kathy could feel his load of jism shooting into her ass-hole, filling her bowels with sticky, oozing cum. The mere thought of being ass-fucked repulsed her, but she had to receive his vile cum in her butt-hole. There was simply no escaping his rapier-like prick.
Finally, Joel gasped and pulled his drooling prick out of her tortured and aching ass-hole. He stepped off the pool table and sauntered around to where her face lay on the green felt.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled so hard that she felt her hair was being ripped out by the roots. "Owwwwwww!" she shrieked in pain.
"Shut up, slut!" he yelled as he smacked her face. He jerked his hips, rubbing his still-drooling cock-slit over her eyes and nose.
Thick curds of cum stuck to her eyelids and dried there, causing her to blink furiously in an effort to keep her eyelids from sticking together.
Both men laughed as they reveled in their positions of power. They thoroughly enjoyed dominating the piteous young woman.
Joel stuck his prick-tip into one of her flared nostrils and squeezed the base of his cock-shaft. A drop of jism spilled into her nose and she snuffled obscenely. The cum dripped slowly out of her nostril and trickled down to her upper lip, where it dried.
"Lick the cum off of my prick, you whore!" Joel commanded.
She reluctantly obeyed the lewd command, flicking out her tongue and licking the glistening jism off of his slippery, softening prick.
They laughed and picked up her clothes. "We'll take your clothes with us. You won't be needing them," Joel said cruelly. In a moment, they were gone.
Kathy picked herself up and surveyed her situation. What in the world would she do now? she wondered. Tears streamed down her face.
CHAPTER TEN
Kathy was still trying to figure out what to do when the door opened and in walked Miss Ostend. Behind her walked the two nasty stable boys, Johnny and Dan. The diabolical trio stepped inside the pool room and quickly closed the door behind them. Kathy stared wide-eyed at the voluptuous Cindy Ostend, who had recovered from the beating she had received and now wore a tight-fitting bikini bathing suit and high-heeled slippers. She still carried the riding crop in her hand.
"Well, now. Look what we have here," Miss Ostend said, glowering at the naked young woman with eyes that were glazed with anger and lust. "You just don't give up, do you? I thought you'd get the hell out of this place after you attacked me a while ago. But, it seems that you're not very smart, bitch!" She strode forward, swaying her luscious hips, her pussy-mound rubbing against the tight bikini. Thin strands of cunt-hair stuck out from the crotch of her bikini panties. "What do you have to say for yourself, slut?"
"I-I don't know what to say," Kathy stammered weakly. She was taken totally by surprise. Kathy backed away from the wicked brunette beauty as she moved forward, the whip cradled in her hands.
"I'll bet you don't know what to say. You probably didn't think you'd be seeing me soon after our last meeting." Miss Ostend cackled evilly and lashed out with the riding crop, striking Kathy's taut, up-thrust tits. The whip cracked down on her exposed tit-buds.
"Owwwwwwwwww!" Kathy shrieked as the pain rocked her body. She fell over backward and lay puddled on the floor.
"Let her have it, Miss Ostend!" Johnny yelled enthusiastically.
"No, not yet! Jack and Joel just went upstairs to tell Benjamin about the little bitch. I'm sure he'll give her a real good whipping when he finds out what she's been up to at the party."
"Yeah," Dan chimed in, "Mr. Benson won't be too happy to learn that this slut has been trying to seduce the guests at his party, will he?"
Kathy was astounded beyond belief by what they were saying. She pulled herself together and shouted her protest. "What the hell are you people talking about? I didn't come here to seduce anybody!"
"Yes, you did, Kathy!" Miss Ostend hissed wickedly. "You came here to seduce Mr. Benson. But, it seems that your scheming has turned against you. Joel and Jack are talking to Mr. Benson right now. At this very moment, he is being told that you are running around the estate trying to seduce the young men at the party. Let me inform you, bitch. Mr. Benson is a bit of a prude. He seriously disapproves of wild and wanton women, especially those with the gall to behave lewdly at his parties. He'll deal with you very severely. I'm sure of that."
"You evil bitch!" Kathy blurted.
"Take her downstairs to the cellar. I'll bring Mr. Benson down in a moment," Miss Ostend ordered the stable boys.
They grabbed Kathy and dragged her through a secret panel in the pool room. She struggled as they pulled her down a dozen cold winding steps which led to the basement. As she bounced down the steps, she could hear Miss Ostend cackling with cruel delight.
Kathy was terribly frightened, but she was certain that she would be able to reason with Mr. Benson. He was a smart man. Surely, he would listen to her and believe the truth.
Dan and Johnny dragged the frightened young woman to a post which stuck up from the floor. They produced a long leather thong and tied her wrists to the post. Dan stepped back to survey their work and smiled approvingly.
"Mr. Benson's gonna have fun with this one, ain't he?"
"You bet!" Johnny replied anxiously. "Goddammit! You think there's enough time for me to fuck the bitch before Mr. Benson gets down here? I'm horny as hell!"
"Back off, Johnny!" Dan replied coldly. "We can't take any chances with the slut. He'll be down here any minute now."
Johnny shrugged and stepped back.
About five minutes later, Kathy heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She perked up her ears to listen, hearing what seemed to be a large number of people clumping down the stairs. Every nerve in her body was tense and the muscles in body were tight as she awaited her fate.
Mr. Benson led the way into the basement. Behind him came Miss Cindy Ostend, Jack Johnson and Joel Peterson. Benson had an angry look on his face. The others were smiling wickedly. They formed a circle around the bound and naked young woman and leered at her coldly. Benson stood in front, surveying the blonde's lovely young body.
"So, this is the slut who dared to seduce my guests," Benson said matter-of-factly. He shook his head with disgust. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"
"It's a lie, Mr. Benson!" she blurted hoarsely. "It's a rotten lie! I swear! I didn't do anything wrong! Honest!"
"If it's a lie, then where are your clothes, girl?" Benson demanded He looked right through her with pale green eyes that showed not one iota of empathy. Benjamin Benson was indeed a handsome man. At forty, he was older than the other four men in the room. But, he was equally as handsome as the others.
She was so thunderstruck and awed by the powerful man's presence that she was momentarily at a loss for words. Quickly, without warning, Benson grabbed the riding crop out of Miss Ostend's hand and cracked the whip across Kathy's naked ass. She flinched and writhed about, the leather straps that bound her to the post cutting brutally into her flesh.
"Speak up, damned you! Where are your clothes, girl?" he demanded harshly.
"They took my clothes away from me!" she bellowed.
"Who did?" Benson inquired, frowning.
"Jack Johnson and Joel Peterson. They raped me in the pool room, then they left to get you, and they took my clothes with them." She pouted as she spoke, hoping that he would believe her.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of, girl," Benson replied, shaking his head.
Kathy was at her wit's end. She decided to tell the man everything. "Those other two men-Dan and Johnny-they raped me too...in the tack room. Johnny rode on top of me like a horse! And they whipped me and made me suck their cocks! I
swear it's the truth!" She was sweating profusely now, praying that Benson would believe her story.
"She's lying, boss," Dan interjected.
"That's the most ridiculous story I ever heard," Miss Ostend said, sidling up next to Benson and hugging him lovingly. "She's obviously a slut and a liar. She had some nerve coming to your party and sleazing around, and then, on top of it all, lying to you about the men who work for you. You should discipline the shameless wench."
"And, you!" Kathy blurted. "You bitch! You put the two stable boys up to it. You took me to the tack room, and you told them to rape me, you bitch!"
Miss Ostend shook her head and pursed her lips. "That's absurd! She is quite the shameless one, lying like that," Miss Ostend said, her hand moving down Benson's chest and rubbing at the crotch of his trousers.
Kathy decided to tell everything that she knew. She realized that what she was saying sounded utterly preposterous, but there was nothing else that she could do but tell the whole truth.
"I heard them talking, too, Mr. Benson," she said. "Miss Ostend is having an affair with Dan, your stable boy. He has a giant cock and she loves it. I swear, it's the truth! I swear it! Please, believe me!"
"You've gone too far," Benson said. "I never could stand liars. I was going to let you go, but now I believe it is necessary to discipline you harshly."
"Nooooo!" Kathy wailed. She eyed the crotch of Benson's trousers. A big bulge appeared where Miss Ostend was rubbing between the man's legs. His cock was growing big and hard. It frightened her to see Benson's prick getting stiff inside his trousers. He was starting to breathe heavily, and his face became contorted with obscene lust and evil desire.
"I can't stand filthy, wanton women!" he rasped as he held the riding crop high in the air and brought it down on her naked ass-cheeks.
"Owwwww! Aaaaiiieee!" she shrieked, jerking and twisting about on the whipping post, the leather strips cutting into her wrists. The pain was so terrible that she writhed about out of control. "I'm telling the truth, dammit!" she screamed in utter desperation.
He rained blows down on her ass. The whip felt like lightning bolts as it slashed across her naked ass-flesh.
Jack Johnson moved in front of the tortured and bound woman and began to pinch her nipples between his fingers, squeezing and twisting her tit-buds cruelly and sadistically.
Joel Peterson moved in too, gripping her sensitive clit in his fingers and rubbing her love-button wickedly. He pinched her clit and she wailed in pain.
Dan stepped forward next. He brutally shoved his thumb up her ass-hole, lewdly reaming out her steaming shit-chute.
She writhed and jerked and twisted on the whipping post as she tried to endure the horrid pain that racked her tits and cunt and ass-hole. The men were wreaking havoc on her naked body. They were all sadistic perverts, she decided. And, there was nothing that she could do to stop them from torturing her nubile young body. She was completely at their mercy.
The whip sounded horrible as it slammed down on her exposed ass-cheeks. Benjamin Benson beat her mercilessly with the wicked riding crop, oblivious to her screams of anguish and pleas for mercy.
"Owwwwwww! Aaaiiieeee!" She yelped and wailed, but the men kept abusing her young body. Their fingers probed and prodded her cunt arid dug brutally into her steaming ass-hole. The whip descended relentlessly, cutting into her ass-cheeks, which rippled and flinched with every whip-stroke.
There was no way for her to ward off their sadistic fingers or escape the brutal whip. They were torturing her deliberately, sadistically. Bringing her to the edge of physical endurance. She anticipated the blows from the whip, but the pain was no less severe. The whip stung her ass-cheeks, sending lightning bolts of pain coursing through her exposed nerve-endings. She kicked and screamed, flailing her hair about her naked shoulders, trying to withstand the horrible pain that racked her body.
"Okay, now step back!" Benson commanded roughly.
The tormentors hastened to obey, pulling their fingers away from her cunt and tits and stepping back a pace.
"Have you had enough, girl?" Benson inquired calmly. "Or must we punish you more for your evil sins?"
"Yes, I've had enough! No more, please! No more!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"Whip her some more, Benjamin," Miss Ostend cooed, grabbing at his prick. "Don't you think she ought to be punished some more for her lewd behavior?"
"Well," Benson muttered. "I suppose you're right, darling." Benson's eyes narrowed and he looked at the beautiful brunette bitch, trying to carefully discern her intentions. "My arm's a bit tired from whipping her, though, sweetheart," he said. "Would you like to whip the slut?"
Kathy watched intently, hoping that the brutal brunette beauty would fall for Benson's trick and betray her sadistic nature. The tortured young blonde felt that, if Miss Ostend accepted the whip, Mr. Benson would suspect something.
But, much to Kathy's dismay, the brutal brunette proved too shrewd to be tricked. Miss Ostend shuddered and moved back from Benson, shaking her head. "Why, darling," she said, "You know that I cannot stand violence. I wouldn't even know how to whip the wench. I'm sure that she deserves to be flogged more, though."
Mr. Benson smiled approvingly and tossed the whip to Jack Johnson. "Flog her, Jack!" he shouted. "She must be taught a lesson here."
Jack caught the whip and stepped forward. He planted his feet wide apart and, with lightning speed, brought the whip down on Kathy's ass-cheeks. The tip of the riding crop snapped into her ass-hole, and she flinched from the pain.
"Owwwwwww!" she shrieked. She rocked on her heels and fell forward, dropping all of her weight on the straps which bound her to the whipping post.
The men chuckled with glee as Jack whipped the helplessly bound young woman.
She screamed and yelped, but the whipping continued.
Benson flinched as he watched Kathy flailing about under the blows. She was perspiring freely and her muscles twitched involuntarily as the whip descended on her naked ass-flesh, dipping into her tortured ass-hole. The whip fell on her ass with relentless regularity.
"Okay!" Benson bellowed. "That's enough!
She's had quite enough! I do believe she will change her ways after tonight! Isn't that right, girl?"
"Y-Yes!" she blurted. Kathy was so happy that Benson was finished with her. Her body was racked with pain. Every muscle ached. She just wanted to be released so that she could go home and try to recover from the terrible treatment she had received. She would never again plot to trap any man, much less Benjamin Benson. She had learned her lesson, all right. She had been innocent of the deeds that they had accused her of com-miting. But, they were all against her. There was no way that she could make Benson believe the ugly truth.
"I'm returning to the party," Benson said as he turned to leave. "I refuse to waste any more time on this shameless young harlot. I believe she has been properly disciplined. Now, I want you to release her and send her on her way. See that she is properly clothed before you throw her off the estate. Miss Ostend, I'm leaving you in charge. See that this young woman is taken care of, and don't allow her to be punished any more. I'm leaving her in your hands, darling."
"Don't worry about a thing, dear," she replied. Miss Ostend stepped forward and kissed Benson on the mouth. Then he turned and left.
As soon as Benson stepped through the door, Miss Ostend turned and spat at Kathy. Her spit hit the bound woman on her forehead and trickled obscenely down her face.
"Cut the bitch down!" she snorted.
Dan quickly produced a pocket knife and cut the leather strip which bound the wretched young woman to the whipping post. She fell to the floor in a heap of aching flesh and bones.
"Ohhhhh, thank God," Kathy gasped as she rubbed her sore wrists which had been rubbed raw by the leather.
At that moment she saw Miss Ostend coming at her fast.
"Take that, you slut!" the haughty and sadistic brunette shouted cruelly as she kicked the tortured young woman in the tit.
Kathy doubled over as the pointed toe of Miss Ostend's high-heeled shoe dug into her heaving tit. "Aaaaiieeee!" she wailed, twisting and turning on the floor of the basement. "What are you doing?" she bellowed loudly, her screaming voice resounding on the walls of the basement.
"Maybe Benjamin Benson's finished with you, bitch, but Miss Cindy Ostend still has some unfinished business to attend to, slut!" She moved forward, her voluptuous hips swaying seductively. She picked the riding crop off the floor and flailed at Kathy's tits. The whip fell harshly on her tits, making her wince and cry in pain. "Hold the bitch down-spread-eagled!" she commanded.
The four men spread her legs and arms and held her down on the floor of the basement. She writhed and turned in their grasp, but there was no sense in struggling. They were too strong.
Miss Ostend cackled like a witch as she stepped between Kathy's splayed thighs. She lifted her foot and brought the tip of her shoe forward until it rubbed across Kathy's pink pussylips. The evil brunette smiled wickedly as she jammed her shoe-tip between Kathy's glistening cuntlips. Kathy groaned in agony as she felt the pointed leather tip of Miss Ostend's shoe pressing into her pussy.
"Nooooooo! Please, don't!" she shrieked, struggling futilely in the grip of the four men.
"Hah!" Miss Ostend snorted. "Do you have such a short memory, wench? Don't you remember attacking me by the tennis courts? My pussy still aches from when you shoved the butt of a tennis racked up my twat. Well, let's see how you like this!" she barked as she kicked the pointed tip of her shoe into Kathy's glistening cunt.
"Aaaaiiieee!" Kathy wailed in anguish as she felt Miss Ostend's shoe-tip slicing into her tortured pussy.
"How does it feel to be fucked by my foot, bitch? Nice, isn't it?" she kept pumping her foot into Kathy's abused pussy, slicing the tip of her pointed shoe between Kathy's cuntlips, hammering her foot brutally into the tortured young woman's twat.
Kathy jerked about, but could not escape the woman's brutally kicking foot which raked roughly into her young twat. She could feel her pussy getting wet. Lewd sloshing noises came from Kathy's cunt as Miss Ostend fucked her with the tip of her pointed shoe.
Then, without warning, she cocked her foot and brutally slid the sharp, long heel of her shoe deep into Kathy's ass-hole.
Kathy screamed piteously as she felt the evil woman's shoe heel pushing into her ravaged ass-hole. Miss Ostend was wild with wild, sadistic lust. She was getting turned on by reaming Kathy's ass-hole out with the heel of her shoe.
"How does it feel to be ass-fucked by the heel of my shoe, wench?" Miss Ostend said cruelly, a sadistic smile on her face.
"I-I hate it!" Kathy wailed. "Please, stop! I beg of you! I can't take much more!"
"Your screams are music to my ears, bitch!" Miss Ostend hissed. "But, I'm not finished with you yet!"
Miss Ostend pulled her heel out of Kathy's tortured and aching ass-hole. She tugged down the panties of her tight-fitting bikini and squatted over the young woman's contorted face.
"Hold her tight, men!" she shouted.
The four men grabbed her tightly and held her immobile as Miss Ostend sat on Kathy's face.
"Noooooooo!" Kathy cried. She watched with open eyes as she saw the haughty brunette's pussy lowering on her upturned face.
"Suck my cunt, you slut!" Miss Ostend bellowed. "Make love to my sweet twat! Lick it and suck it!" She rubbed her pussy in Kathy's mouth. "My cunt is for you, pig! Eat me out! Suck me dry, you cunt-sucking pig!" The sadistic bitch burrowed her hot wet cunt on the girl's nose and rubbed lasciviously across the girl's full lips, grinding her cuntlips into Kathy's mouth. "Lick my pussy or I'll beat you to death! Obey me, whore!"
Kathy felt that she had no choice. Humiliated and degraded beyond belief, she lapped at Miss Ostend's blonde-fringed pussy. Miss Ostend jerked her hips forward and ground her cunt into the helpless woman's face, writhing in sexual bliss as Kathy lapped and sucked at her pussy.
Miss Ostend's eyes bulged in her head and her clit quivered passionately in response to Kathy's slurping lips. "Yeah, that's it, cunt-sucker!" she rasped. "Lick my pussy real good! Eat me out!"
Kathy felt like she was being suffocated. Her saliva ran down her chin as she licked the woman's gushing cunt. Pussy-juice streamed out of Miss Ostend's slick cunt and drooled into the tortured blonde's mouth, coating her lips with cunt-nectar. She dug her tongue hungrily into the wicked woman's juicy twat, raking her tongue across the evil woman's erect and sensitive clit that spasmed uncontrollably in response to the lewd caresses.
Miss Ostend cackled with sexual delight as her clit spasmed with sexy, thrilling sensations that drove her wild. She felt the tortured young woman's tongue sluicing into the slick folds of her cunt, lapping rapidly, wantonly, lewdly. The evil brunette bitch loved having her cunt eaten out by the helpless blonde. She gloried in her domineering role. She smiled wickedly at the sucking young woman, baring her teeth and leering at the helpless wench with an animal-like, evil expression on her face.
"My clit! Suck my clit, you slut! Suck my clit into your hot mouth!" she commanded.
Kathy reluctantly submitted to the vile demand, slurping the evil brunette's clit between her ruby lips and sucking on the woman's throbbing cunt-nubbin. She felt humiliated and abused, but she had no choice but to obey. There was no telling what Miss Ostend would do if she refused the command.
Miss Ostend gasped and grunted obscenely and twisted her wet, hot cunt across Kathy's slobbering, sucking mouth, grinding her twat into the splayed woman's face, forcing her clit deep into Kathy's slurping mouth.
"Mmmmmmppphhh! Ohhhhh, yeah! That's it, cunt-licker! That's it! That's the spot! I love it!" Miss Ostend wailed in ecstasy as she felt her orgasm coming on rapidly, carrying her off on a wave of passion. Her cunt gushed pussy-juice and she flushed with hot waves of unbridled lust as her climax rocked her body, shooting through her pussy and racking her brain with delirious sensations.
Without warning, she spun on her heels and planted her ass on Kathy's upturned face.
"Now for my ass-hole!" she screamed. "Rim me, bitch!" She ground and wriggled her ass into Kathy's face, placing her ass-hole directly over the young woman's oral cavity. "Lick my ass-hole!" she commanded as she reached down and pinched Kathy's nipples.
Kathy groaned in agony and thrust her tongue into Miss Ostend's steaming ass-hole.
"Unnnnnnnn! Yeah! suck my ass-hole! Rim me, slut! Lick me! Eat my ass-hole!" Miss Ostend cried hoarsely.
Kathy felt like retching as she lapped Miss Ostend's pungent, puckered ass-hole. She was repulsed beyond belief.
"Unnnggghhhhhh!" Miss Ostend gasped as another powerful orgasm rocked her, coursing through her veins in a rush of heat and passionate lust. She moaned and stood up, cunt-nectar dripping out of her pussy and spilling onto Kathy's naked tits.
Kathy looked up at the evil brunette bitch. She hated the woman with a passion. God, how she hated Cindy Ostend. But, there seemed to be no way to get revenge. Everything looked bleak for the abused blonde woman. She wished that she had never been born.
"Are you finished with the slut yet?" Jack Johnson asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I'm finished with her. You fellows can go ahead and get your kicks. I'm going to relax and watch." Miss Ostend strolled shakily to the corner of the basement and sat down on a sofa.
Jack straddled Kathy's face and rammed his flaccid prick into her mouth. "Suck my cock, Kathy. Suck my prick!"
Joel knelt between Kathy's legs, spread her thighs wide apart and slipped his prick between her slick pussylips. He thrust forward and began to rape her tight pussy, shouting obscenely as he fucked her. "Yeah, hot bitch! Nice hot cunt! Ummppphhh! Aaaaggghhh!"
Before long, both men shot their loads. Jack's cum spurted into her sucking mouth and Joel shot his load of thick, hot jism into her cunt. They groaned and grunted with ecstasy as they came.
When Jack and Joel were finished raping Kathy, their places were eagerly taken by Dan and Johnny. They face-fucked her mouth and raped her pussy, shooting their loads into the helpless young woman.
Kathy felt like she was going insane. The sounds of men grunting obscenely and shouting curses at her made her sick to her stomach, and she almost threw up. Her life was ruined, a shambles. Everything had gone wrong. She sobbed. She was dazed and confused and her mind spun in circles. She could no longer understand her dreadful situation. She just wanted to be left alone so that she could end her life, commit suicide and finish her dreadful existence. She wept loudly as she contemplated her fate. He mind was set. She would end it all at the very first opportunity.
The four men stood over her, laughing loudly at her horrible plight. She wiped jism off of her mouth with the back of her hand and looked down at her thighs, which were caked with dried cum. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced down at the floor and saw Dan's pocket knife lying open, only a few feet away from her. She began to crawl, dragging her body forward, toward the knife. Her body was racked with pain and it hurt to move, but she pulled herself along the floor with painful movements. Everyone was laughing at her now, but she was certain that they didn't know what she was planning to do-that she was planning to pick up the knife and stab herself right in the heart.
She reached out, grabbed the knife, pulled herself to her knees and prepared to plunge the knife in her heart. The four men and Miss Ostend suddenly stopped laughing as they saw what Kathy was preparing to do.
"Hold it!" came a familiar voice from behind the door. "Don't do it! Wait!" In dashed Benjamin Benson, a pained expression on his handsome face.
Miss Ostend shrieked with surprise, the four men who had tormented Kathy stared at the man, worried expressions on their faces.
Benjamin Benson strolled forward into the center of the room and pulled a revolver out of the back of his belt. He leveled it on the group of people, then aimed it directly at Miss Ostend.
"You bitch!" he rasped. "I've been watching you and your friends. Now I know that you have been lying to me. You goaded these men to rape and beat this poor young girl. She was telling the truth all along. I feel like such a fool."
"But, darling," Miss Ostend said, "don't you think that-"
"Shut up! Shut up before I lose control and pull this trigger. I have no patience left for any of you sadistic perverts. After I had seen enough, I went upstairs and called the police. Then, I got my gun and came down here to stop you from abusing this young woman. You, what is your name?" he asked, motioning to Kathy.
"K-Kathy," she blurted weakly, "Kathy Kramer."
"Come here, Kathy. I'll take care of you, darling." She rushed into his arms and he hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek. He kept his gun trained on Miss Ostend, Jack Johnson, Joel Peterson, and the two stable boys, Dan and Johnny. None of them dared make the slightest move.
As they stood motionless, waiting for the police to arrive, Kathy smiled broadly.
"Don't you worry about a thing, darling," Mr. Benson told her as he hugged her tightly in his powerful arms. "Everything is going to be just fine."
