Science has shown us that there are about as many different kinds of sexual idiosyncrasies as there are people. Each of us has some secret longing, some fetish, some driving lust which is beyond the normal range of human passion. There are those that like sex often, those that like it varied, those that like it fast, those that like it slow and long. And there are those who like it brutal.
These men and women crave cruelty, sadistic punishment, the screams of torment from their partners. Only by subduing them, by making them slaves, can they enjoy their sex. Only by making them beg for mercy can they be aroused to lust.
They form a small but nevertheless significant cult in today's world. They tend to band together and associate only with people of similar interests. Various bars and clubs, especially in the big cities, are filled only with those that crave brutality. They are referred to by outsiders as S & M bars, but those that hang around there call it the bar. They go there to meet others of their cult and to launch themselves on new flights of cruel passion. Sometimes their lust takes over even before they can leave the bar.
This novel centers around such a bar. Les Townsend is the bartender, and through his adventures we get a picture of this strange, brutal, passionate world. The world of sadism, of torture, of masochism, of lust.
Les meets people every night at work. There is Ernst, the photographer, who introduces him to the tall blonde that craves their whip. He meets the young girl model that he and Ernst terrorize cruelly and rape in Ernst's studio. And they meet Luke.
Luke was the one man Les could not control. His life becomes a quest to subdue Luke, but he is prevented by Jamal, Luke's strong black bodyguard.
But the motorcycle gang that storms into the bar one night to brutalize the customers gives Les an idea. With their help, he sets off to capture Luke, to control him, to make him beg for mercy just as all of Les' victims do. Never before had Les faced such an opponent. And never before had he known such triumph.
CHAPTER ONE
Off on a dark street in the old neighborhood of a great city, there is a small bar which is very unusual. The name of the bar is The Silver Spur, but it is by no means a Western bar. But it is very different from the rest of the bars in the city, or even in the neighborhood.
The Silver Spur is a meeting place for a cult of people that stand outside of the normal circles of social life. These people may work in any profession, they may be rich, they may be poor, they may be old or young, but there is one thing that binds them all together: their love of sex and cruelty.
The bar is avoided by those in the neighborhood. They regard the unusual-looking people that gather there as dangerous and odd. But the bar has no trouble in attracting customers. There are hundreds of men and women in the city who crave that kind of cruel sex, hundreds that lust for brutality and sadism, and many of them gather at The Silver Spur.
Outside the bar, which is small and dark, is a small sign that hangs over the narrow sidewalk. The sign is painted in silver with the words Silver Spur, with a picture of a pair of boot spurs, points glistening. There is a small window in front that allows passersby to get very little idea of what goes on inside.
Inside is a darkwood bar with a long mirror behind and various metal bonds and chains hanging on the wall for atmosphere. The bar is very dark, and the dull lights shine off the mirror behind the bar.
Les Townsend worked in that bar. A tall, strong man with black hair, he was alert, forceful, and cruel. He had to be, for he was a bartender and had to cope with the myriad of people that frequented the bar.
Les did not like his job very much. He enjoyed being around people with his interests, and he enjoyed meeting new members of his cult every night, but he preferred to work in his real profession, as an actor.
Les had been unemployed before taking the job at the bar. He couldn't land a job as an actor, and had to wait around patiently for the right opportunity. In the meantime, he accepted the job to pay his bills, still looking for an acting job.
Les worked nights, from about seven until the late hour when the owner would come to close the bar. In those few hours, Les was accustomed to expecting almost anything from his customers. He had been working there for almost six months.
The bar was crowded as Les polished off a silver goblet with his bar rag. He looked around at the crowd and recognized many familiar faces. As usual, there were the newcomers who had dared to stop in, to see what the bar was really like. They were usually satisfied, but their curiosity, Les knew, would bring them back again and again.
Les knew all the signs. He glanced around the bar and could tell in many cases just by the dress of the patrons the individual fetishes and habits of the customers. He saw a tall black-haired man with a leather jacket shining with silver studs. The man wore his earring on the appropriate ear to indicate he enjoyed brutal sex.
Another man stood nearby, with an earring on the opposite ear. This, Les knew, meant he too enjoyed brutal sex, but preferred to be the recipient of the cruelty. The two men, Les figured, would get together when they noticed their earrings, and both would get just what they were looking for.
Another man had earrings on both ears, and his chains hung from his leather jacket in just the right way to indicate he was a chain man. Near him a woman in black had a piece of black leather draped over her side, just like the man's chain, but of course this meant she preferred the whip. Les knew all the signs, and could tell just what a person liked as he stepped up to the bar to order his drink.
There Were usually just as many women in the bar as men. This was the case that night as Les looked around for a familiar face. There's an awful lot of newcomers, he said to himself.
Les liked to look at the various costumes of his customers. He spotted a man in head-to-toe red leather, and a very beautiful woman in a tight-fitting silk dress that revealed a good portion of her firm round breasts.-That's just the type I like, the bartender thought, big and round and ready for action.
A thin, dark-haired man with two earrings stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink. As Les mixed the drink, he could feel the man's eyes all over his body. Les had seen the man before, and knew his name was Don. But Les was careful about whom he associated with after work, and did not want to meet the man.
Les was delighted when another man stepped up to the bar, bubbling with enthusiasm. It was Ernst, Les' best friend. Ernst often hung around at The Silver Spur, and Les had known him even before he had gotten the job, for they had once worked together.
Ernst was a photographer specializing in nude models. He had a spacious studio that the two men often used for their orgies of cruelty and sex, and whenever Ernst came to Les with news it usually meant he had arranged for another get-together.
Les looked over the bar to make sure no one else was calling for a drink, then walked down to the end to talk with Ernst. All the customers seemed to be happy, so he took the opportunity to take a quick break.
Ernst was a well-built man with longish brown hair. He rarely wore strange dress in the bar, but Les knew he had an assortment of garish costumes at both his studio and his apartment, which was in the same building as his studio, not far from the bar.
Ernst cupped his glass in his hand and leaned over to talk with Les, as the bartender reached the end of the bar.
"Les, how are you doing?" he smiled. "Guess what? We've got some action for tonight"
"Oh yeah?" replied Les. "What's up?"
"I just met a chick," said Ernst, "and she's really a piece of ass. She works down the block in the topless bar, and I got her to agree to come with us later."
"That's great," said Les. "Where is she?"
The man pointed to a tall buxom blonde standing by the door. She was dressed in a very tight red dress and it pushed her ample breasts out and clung to the smooth curves of her body. Under the dress hem Les could see a pair of tan thin legs ending in two red-painted feet that were covered in high-heeled sandals.
"Wow, what a hunk," said Les. "She's going out with you tonight?"
"Yeah. That's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Ernst. "I can't bring her to my place because I gave the keys to somebody to use for the night. Can we go to your place?"
"Sure," said Les, glancing over at the blonde again. "I can hardly wait."
"I'll be here when you get off work," said Ernst. "We can take my car and go right over your place."
"That's fine," replied Les. "I'll see you then."
Les hurried back to work as his thirsty customers called out for refills. The man had to try to keep his eyes off the blonde as he poured the drinks.
For the rest of the night, Les fidgeted nervously behind the bar. He could not get his mind on his work as he watched the tall blonde strut across the room, her tits bouncing and her ass quivering as she stepped. Boy, are we going to let her have it, he said to himself.
The customers started to thin out as quitting time neared. Many went off together and the remaining few disappointedly sipped their last drinks as Les tried to urge them out of the bar.
Ernst reappeared shortly before the owner came to lock up. As was the custom, the man took over the last half hour of work and closed up, and Les could leave without worrying about emptying the bar. This night he could hardly run fast enough to the back room to change quickly into his street clothes.
Ernst was waiting with the blonde by the door as Les came out.
"This is Danielle," said Ernst. "And this is my friend, Les. We're going to his house."
The blonde gave Les one of the widest, sexiest smiles he had ever seen. Les smiled back, glancing down at her large tits as they bobbed under her red dress.
Ernst hurried them out to his car and they crammed in the small sports car for the drive to Les' apartment. He lives about a mile from the bar, and the ride would only take a few minutes.
As Ernst drove Les was crushed in the front seat, with the blonde between them. He felt her legs pressing against his thighs, and almost wanted to reach out and grab her tits as they quivered from the bumpy ride. She looked over at Les and smiled, pleased that he appreciated her body. That bitch really thinks she's something, the man thought We'll see if she changes her tune.
By the time they entered Les' apartment and he poured drinks in .the living room, Les was ready for action. Ernst sat in an easy chair and Les on the couch, but the blonde stood up and smiled at them.
"Did you ever see my act?" she asked.
"No, I never did," replied Les.
"Ernst saw me work a few times," she said.
"Yeah, I told you already she worked in the topless bar down the street," Ernst said.
"Let me show you what I can do," she said.
Les felt a rage building up inside against the woman. He hated women that were proud and liked to . see them begging for mercy as he forced them to swallow their pride, as well as other things.
We'll let her give us a little show, he thought, smiling over at Ernst. He was sure the man knew how to handle the girl.
Danielle stood in the center of the living room and began a slow strip. As the two men watched, she slowly peeled off her shoulder straps and then pulled her dress down over her tits. Les was delighted as he saw her tan skin revealed inch by inch, until her large tan tits hung freely on her chest.
Her hair was light blonde, and Les suspected she had dyed it. Her lips were a pale white, and she wore large black eyelashes that she fluttered teasingly at the two ogling men.
She pulled the dress down to her waist, and Les stared at her firm, round tits. They were large, yet not drooping, and the tan globes were capped in wide pink patches of flesh, with a short, stubby nipple at the end.
Her belly was very trim, her waist thin as she revealed more of her belly. Les saw her navel and then a thin line of hair leading over her belly under her dress. He knew it ended in her bush.
The woman slowly peeled the dress off and let it drop to her ankles. She stepped from it, obviously proud of her body and pleased that the men were watching so intently.
Her legs were long and thin, very tan and smooth. Her red toes stepped out of the dress and she stood in the thinnest pair of panties Les had seen in a long time. Underneath he could make out the outline of her bush. To his surprise, it was indeed blonde.
The girl started to dance around, as she did at her job as topless dancer. She knew just how to move her tits, and they shook and swung madly as she jolted her body and swiveled her wide, tan hips around before their wide open eyes.
Les could not take his eyes off her. Her tits quivered and swung like lanterns in the wind, and her hips swiveled around as if on a spit. She was a fine dancer, thought Les, but I don't like her attitude. We'll see how she changes when we start to work on her.
Her hips gyrated as she kept her hands on her hips, looking down at the two men with mock scorn. Her lips were puckered in a sexy pout as her tits flashed across the man's eyes, nipples swinging and tits slapping loudly against her chest.
She started to peel off her panties without stopping her dance, and the long painted fingernails slipped under her elastic band and pulled them down inch by inch. Les stared at her crotch until it was bare, her sparse blonde bush covering her pink cunt lips, which were raw and wet even at a distance.
She stepped out of the panties and stood naked in front of them. Her legs were long and her thighs thin and tan, ending in the wide hips and firm round ass that shook like jelly in her dance. She was better at shaking her tits, however, and continued her dance for a few minutes as the men watched.
Les stared at her body, but found he did not have an erection. No, the screams of pleasure would not arouse him. He needed the screams of agony. Then he would get an erection and fuck the ass off the proud blonde, whether she liked it or not.
He looked at her face and saw that she indeed thought a great deal of herself. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips were puckered as she stared at them, waiting for them to lose control and run at her with mad lust.
Les could not wait any longer. He looked at the other man, who was also about to spring. He was about to jump when he spoke.
"You really think you're something," he said.
She was surprised at his tone of voice. "I sure do," she replied, smirking. "I know I've got a great body."
"I think you're a bitch," said Ernst.
The woman was shocked to hear those words from the man who had seemed so nice hours before. She stopped her dance and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at them.
"What a bunch of creeps," she said. "I did my dance for you and stripped, and you sit there calling me a bitch. Another guy would have been on top of me by now. What's the matter with you? I'm leaving."
"No you're not," Les smiled.
"Try and stop me," she said, in the toughest tone of voice she could muster.
Les stood up slowly and laughed in her face.
"You're not going anywhere," he laughed. "Isn't that right, Ernst?"
"That's correct," said the man, standing up. "We have a few things to do first. I hope you'll hang around."
The girl reached for her panties, but Les grabbed them and tore them to shreds as she watched in horror.
"Hey, what the hell's going on here?" she snapped.
"Shut up," said Les. "That's the first thing you have to learn. You're going to keep your mouth shut."
The blonde was dazed. She stood in the middle of the room as Les held the last piece of her underwear in his hand. He lifted it to his nose and took in a good whiff.
"Terrible," he said. "Your cunt is terrible.
Here, see for yourself."
He rubbed the scrap in her face and she stepped backwards to escape, but Ernst tripped her with his foot, and she fell backwards and crashed on the floor.
Les walked to her and stepped on her chest, driving his heel into her tits. She twisted to escape as he held her tight on the ground.
"Hey Les," said Ernst, "I'm going to put on some of your leather. I'm hot as hell."
He ran off into the bedroom as the girl spit up at Les in rage. He drove his heel down harder.
"You'll learn not to play around with me," he said. "Let's see how great you are now."
"Why don't you leave me alone," she said. "I didn't do anything to you. I don't like these kind of games."
"Too late now," he said. "We're going to have some fun, and if you like what we do, that's fine. But if you don't, it's going to be too bad."
She squirmed again, but he held her tight to the ground, pushing with his heel into her soft, tan tit. She began kicking her legs just as Ernst came into the living room dressed from head to toe in leather. His pants were tight black leather, and he had a pair of black leather boots with high wooden heels. His jacket was also black leather, shining in the light of the room as he ran in.
She saw him come in and kicked harder than ever, and Les had to step back to avoid her blows.
"She likes to kick," said Les. "Let's show her what we can do with her legs."
"You'll learn not to fight back," Ernst told her, his face contorted in a hateful grimace. He seemed to have changed his whole personality as well as his dress.
"I'll get the bar," he said.
Les watched the girl tremble in fear as Ernst came back with a long metal bar with two pairs of handcuffs tied to the end.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered. "Please, let me go. I don't like this."
"Then I told you that's too bad," he replied. "We're going to make sure you don't kick anymore."
The blonde woman bolted to her feet and took off. Les ran after her and dove, tackling her near the door to his bedroom. She writhed and squirmed in his arms as he grabbed her firm tan tits and squeezed them with all his might.
"Bring her in the bedroom," he told Ernst, as he rose again, furious. "This bitch needs work."
Ernst picked up the squirming girl and carried her into the bedroom, throwing her on the bed. Les watched her nude body bouncing on the mattress as he held the metal bar in his hand.
Ernst grabbed her arras and held them together behind her back. She spit and screamed and kicked her legs, but Les grabbed the legs and attached a handcuff to each ankle. He was about to fasten the other end to the bar when she kicked free.
"You bitch, lie still," he howled, punching her in the stomach hard. She doubled over in pain and tried to catch her breath, her face red in fear and pain.
"Yeah, she's going to need a lot of work," said Les.
He attached the cuffs so that her legs were spread wide apart and attached to the ends of the bar. There was no way she could close her legs now.
Ernst fastened her hands to the bed with rope and metal and then released them. She was still catching her breath, and the men wanted to wait until she tried again to escape.
She caught her breath and looked at her bound legs. She began wiggling, but found she could not pull her hands back from the headboard, nor close her legs.
Les bent down to inspect her snatch. He saw the lips already spread far apart by the angle of her legs, and they were red and raw under her thin blonde bush. Her clit dangled out, moist and red.
"It sure does stink," he said again. "You should be more careful. I bet you get a cock in there every night."
"Two," she spat out in scorn.
"You'll get two tonight also," Les laughed.
Ernst went around to inspect her snatch as Les found a piece of rope in a drawer and tied it tight around his wrists. He swung it against the wall and the girl turned her head in horror when she heard the crack of the rope on the wall.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered again.
"I thought I told you to shut up," said Les. "Do we have to gag you?"
"You're out of your mind," she screamed, realizing that she was hopelessly trapped and that the men could do anything.
Les came down with the rope across her firm, tan belly, and she tried to buckle up again to catch her breath. But now she was bound to the headboard and could not move. Her nude body was wide open to the men.
Her tits quivered on her chest, nipples taut, as Les lashed out again. The rope caught her nipple and she screamed loudly in pain, but the two men laughed.
"You're learning," Ernst said, walking over and picking up a paddle on the dresser.
Les wrapped the rope around the metal bar as the girl stared in terror. She didn't want to think about the things she knew they were plotting for her. She closed her eyes and wished with all her heart that she was elsewhere. But when she opened them again, Ernst was still standing between her spread legs and Les was still tugging on the tight rope around the metal bar.
Les pulled on the rope and the bar was tugged toward him, pulling her legs up over her head. Little by little he pulled as the girl howled in fear.
"You'll snap me in two!" she wailed. "Please stop."
He tugged further, and her back was bent like a pretzel. Her belly was wrinkled with tan skin as it was bent over and her legs picked up over her head.
"No, I can't breathe," she stammered, her face flushed red as her body was bent.
Ernst stared at her cunt as her spread legs were pulled up. He saw her firm tan ass, the cheeks quivering as she trembled in terror. Little by little the ass was pulled further off the bed until he stared directly at her cheeks.
He saw the smooth lines of her ass, the crack, the red skin around her asshole, and her cunt hair between her legs. Les tugged another inch as the girl almost fainted in pain and lack of breath.
Ernst smacked her on the ass with his paddle, and the loud crack echoed through the room. She shrieked with pain and embarrassment as the man smacked her again and again with the paddle on her ass, like a disobedient schoolgirl.
"Now what do you think?" laughed Les. "You still think you're so hot?"
The blonde could not answer. Her face was red and contorted in pain, and her body was bent in an almost impossible position. Les tugged further on the rope and Ernst smacked again on her ass, sending bolts of pain through her nude body.
Les felt his cock starting to rise as he heard the screams of agony. He tugged further, looking down at the blonde's nude body with lust. He would fuck the ass off her, he said to himself. But first he would make sure he was hot and she was totally subdued. By the time Les and Ernst fucked her, she would welcome their cocks as relief from the torments. That was the way Les liked to fuck. He wanted this woman to beg for his cock and after a few hours of his torment they would scream for anything to find release.
But he wasn't ready yet. He was enjoying the torment, and felt the blonde still had a long way to go before she would be totally subdued.
He saw her face very red and decided to let go before she passed out. That would necessitate throwing water on her and thereby wetting his bed.
He released the rope and her spread legs fell to the bed. She was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Ernst cracked down on her stomach with the paddle, and she again tried to double over. Of course, this was impossible. She let out a blood-curdling howl of terror and pain, feeling herself hopelessly bound to the two crazed men.
Ernst was hot. After paddling her ass and inspecting her cunt, he was ready for action. He stared down at her smooth nude body with a deep lust, and wanted to bite right into her firm, round tits.
-She saw his lustful gaze and screamed in horror. She thought that if the man ever touched her she would die. She felt almost like vomiting, as his hand ran over her belly and down over her blonde bush.
Les watched as Ernst went to work on her. He removed his leather jacket and exposed his hairy chest, and the blonde closed her eyes in disgust. She tried in vain to kick her way free, but it was no use. The bonds held her tight to the headboard and the metal bar held her legs spread far apart.
Ernst peeled off his leather pants after pulling off his boots. His legs were thick and firm and hairy, and his cock bulged out under his tight white briefs.
The blonde opened her eyes and saw the man looking at her, his cock pulsing under the briefs like a tentpole. Les bent over and shouted in her ear.
"Have you had enough?" he barked.
"Don't dO it," she pleaded. "Please, I beg you. Let me go. I can't take it anymore."
"But we're just starting," he laughed. "You haven't seen anything yet."
"I thought you said you wanted two cocks a day," smiled Ernst.
Les could see that she wasn't ready for his cock yet. He had not succeeded in tormenting her to the point that she would be screaming for his rod in place of his torture. If Ernst wanted to have her now, he would wait. He would have her when he wanted her.
But he could feel his cock very hard and throbbing under his pants. He longed to slip it in her wide, wet cunt and empty his balls in her body as she lay helpless with her legs spread. By the time he finished, she would never again show off her body in front of Les.
She was quite good with her body, thought Les. She had plenty of practice at her job. Most other girls could not have endured the bending she had. And now Les had another idea to test the suppleness of her nude body.
Ernst leaped on her and ripped off his briefs. Les saw his thick-veined cock, long and fat and red, as he rubbed it in her cunt. He moved the rod over her body with his hands, over her lips, and then down between the crack of her tits, over her pink nipples, and back to her cunt.
The girl howled as she felt the hot tip on her lips. She tried desperately to pull her legs free and close them, but she was unable to budge them. There was nothing she could do. Her cunt was wide open and ready.
Ernst slipped the cock into her cunt as she shrieked. Les watched from the side as the man screwed the rod in deep and then thrust with his hips to drive it deeper.
Her cunt was very wet and soft as the man's cock bore in. He felt her trying to close her legs, and even felt her cunt twitching as she tried to shut her lips, but he forced the engorged tool into her body and felt his bush bristle up against hers.
"You've got one now," said Ernst, glaring down at her face. He was just waiting for her to spit so that he could tear her apart. But she was too terrified and too disgusted as she felt the hot staff filling her cunt.
Les could see that she was learning. She no longer spit or shouted; in fact, did not even beg. She wouldn't dare kick or punch again either even if she could have. She was learning, but still needed more lessons.
Ernst felt his cock surrounded by her warm, wet cock, and pumped in and out as hard as he could. Les could see her whole body jolted by the force of his thrusts, and felt his own cock throbbing even more as he waited.
The man's balls swung madly against her tan ass as he thrust in and out, his staff ripping along her clit and in and out of her wet lips. Her eyes were closed as she felt the man's weight on top of her, and his hot cock inside her body, boring to the depths of her cunt.
Ernst pumped hard. He knew from experience how to make it hurt, and used every trick he could remember. He twisted his hips around inside her body to swirl his cock, and made sure to slam his crotch hard against her as his cock was buried to the hilt and her soft blonde bush caressed his.
Ernst licked down over her chest and sucked on the soft, pink flesh of her nipples. He could feel her tits quivering from the force of his thrusts as he pumped harder, feeling the gism filling his staff.
He was starting to moan as the girl's body was rocked by his jolts, her head turning back and forth in the rhythm of his thrusts.
He let out a moan and thrust like mad as his cock exploded in her cunt and filled it with his hot gism. She wanted to retch when she felt the hot come filling her snatch and dribbling over her bush as he slid his rod out again.
Ernst was satisfied, and his cock began to grow limp. But Les wanted more action, and knew that Ernst would be more than willing to help.
"Release her," said Les. "But we just started," whined the other man.
"I have other plans for her," said Les.
Ernst untied her arms and legs and the woman curled up in the bed in fright.
"Please," she stammered, "no more. I want to go. I can't take it any longer. I feel faint."
"Shut up," said Les. "I don't want to have to tell you again."
The blonde whimpered against the headboard, afraid that Les would come near her.
"Stand up," he barked. "Right now."
She had trouble rising to her feet, but obeyed immediately. She stood up and come dripped out of her cunt.
"You're a dancer," said Les. "Bend over and lick your cunt."
"I can't do it," she replied. "I said do it right now!" he screamed in rage.
The girl bent over as she stood up and tried to reach her cunt
"Further," Les barked.
She tried harder, but could not reach down far enough. Les could not take the tightness of his pants any longer and peeled them off, then stepped out of his briefs.
She moaned in pain as she felt something in her back snap and she straightened up.
"I thought I told you to lick your cunt" he howled.
"I can't do it," she cried, looking with horror at his stiff throbbing cock.
Les was furious. He grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her back. Ernst grabbed her ankles as she stood and held them fast to the ground.
Les had an idea.
"Well see how far you can bend," he said.
He let go of her hair and held her ankles as Ernst had done. Ernst's cock was limp and dangled from his crotch caked with his gism and the juices of her cunt
"Well see how far you really can bend," Les laughed.
He held her ankles tight and saw her cunt wet and her bush flecked with drops of come. His cock was almost hurting him, for it was very hard. The screams of the girl and the torment they had put her through had made him very hot.
He stared at her cunt and moved his head closer, and she writhed in disgust at the thought that he would touch her cunt. Ernst grabbed her hair and pulled it back.
"Make her bend," said Les. "Pull her all the way back."
The man pulled on her hair, forcing her to bend over backwards. Les held on to her ankles so that she would not fall.
Her face was again flushed red as her back was bent over in an almost incredible slant. Her head hung down almost to her ass, and Ernst pulled on her blonde hair with great delight, hearing her groaning and trying to catch her breath.
Les was staring at her cunt, and saw her tan thighs quivering in pain as she was pulled back by her hair. Ernst tugged on her hair until he thought that either her hair would rip off or her back would snap in two.
Les was sure she was ready now. She would welcome his cock with open cunt after the pain she had experienced. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to cool his heat.
Les stood up and pointed his cock at her cunt. She could not see him, for her head was far back behind her, almost to her ass.
Les rubbed his cock against her wet lips and felt the wetness of her bush, and knew it was Ernst's gism on the tip of his rod. He inserted the rod in her cunt and knew the pain it would cause her as it was slipped in, for her body was at such an angle as made insertion almost impossible.
But he thrust in with all his might and felt her lips part and her cunt contort as the rod bore in. He pushed with his hips and felt his cock immersed in her warmth, the rod boring in until it was completely surrounded by her wet cunt.
He pulled out and then rammed back in, and the girl jolted in agony as the hot tool tore through her cunt and into the far reaches of her body.
He could feel her trembling clit rubbing along his staff as he thrust in and out. Already he felt his gism starting to stir in his balls and starting the long climb to his cock. He pulled out and pushed in, and Ernst pulled her hair back to twist her further.
Les felt her cunt quivering as the man pulled on her hair, and thrust harder than ever into her cunt. His balls slapped against her bush as he worked, and he could hear her crying in pain and shame.
Ernst's face was glowing with delight as he watched his friend torment the girl. He knew from his own experience the pleasure Les was having fucking her. He was hurting her with every thrust, and that was the way they liked it.
Les felt the gism creeping into his staff as he thrust in and out Her cunt was very warm and very wet from the load Ernst had dropped there. He could hear the sound of his cock slicing through her juices as he pumped in and felt his rod swelling with gism.
The girl was trembling as she felt the stiff cock boring into the depths of her cunt, but ripping along the sides. Her hair felt as if it was about to fall out at the roots as the man tugged further.
Les felt her cunt shift as she was pulled down further, and pumped madly, bending over slightly to ram the cock in. His head was immersed in her wet lips as he pulled out, and he heard her howl in pain as he thrust in harder than ever, his cock erupting in her cunt and filling her body with his hot gism.
He continued pumping even after he had emptied his balls, as she still was jolting from his blows. His crotch slammed against hers and pushed her back, further buckling her bent body.
He slipped the rod out and Ernst let go of her hair. She fell to the ground like a bag of bricks tossed from a twenty-story building, breaking into a whine and letting streams of tears fall from her large eyelids onto her pantied face.
"Now you don't look so hot," said Les. "You still think you're so great?"
As usual, she didn't reply. Les knew that by the time he finished with a girl, she couldn't even talk to him, much less talk back or curse him out She was his now, and he was satisfied.
"Get out of here," he barked.
Ernst started to put his clothes back on. He kicked aside the leather dress he had worn during the torture. The girl was shocked. She had begun to think she would never get away from the two men.
"I said get out of here!" Les screamed. "Right now!"
Ernst grabbed her by the hair and dragged her right out through the apartment to the door. He opened it and tossed her into the hallway, and Les followed with her clothes.
The girl was weeping, and her bush was soaked in gism. She felt as if she would never be able to straighten her back again.
"Please give me my clothes," she wept.
Les laughed as he ripped her blouse to shreds, just as he had done with her panties. He threw her the shreds and her pants and sandals, knowing she would have a tough time getting home with no blouse.
"Go fuck yourself," he said.
"Yeah," laughed Ernst, "with two cocks."
CHAPTER TWO
Les woke the next morning feeling very good. He had enjoyed the bout with the proud blonde, and decided as long as he was in a good mood he would take a walk down to the agency and look for acting work.
It was a warm day as he strolled through the streets, keeping his fingers crossed that he would find something. But in a way he thought he would miss the bar. He wouldn't have as much opportunity to meet people if he quit.
At the agency, he sat in the waiting room while the other actors and actresses milled round waiting for some word. He was bored, and could tell already by the way things looked that he would not find work.
He was thinking of leaving when he noticed a very buxom blonde standing near the window. He thought he recognized her, but couldn't be sure. He looked over her firm ass and saw her long hair trailing off down her back. What a piece, he thought, wishing he knew her so that he could begin a conversation.
When she turned around he was very pleased. He did indeed know her. In fact, he had chatted with her a number of times at the agency, and knew that she had been looking for work for a long time.
He bolted to nis feet and walked over to her. Her face was painted over in thick makeup, and her lips were bright red to match her fingernails. Her tits bobbed freely under her tight dress, and it was obvious she wore no bra.
"Hello," he said as he tapped her on the back, "any luck?"
"No, none at all," she smiled, recognizing him. "How about you?"
"Well, nothing here, but I think I might have something up my sleeve soon." he lied.
She was very interested, and her face lit up at the possibility of acting work.
"Tell me about it," she urged.
"Well, a friend of mine is going to produce a play," Les said. "But then again he may decide to make it a movie. In any case, hell need actors and actresses."
The woman took his arm and led him off to a corner as if she had just captured him and wanted to protect him from everyone else.
"Tell me more," she said.
"Well, he's a funny guy," Les went on, "and he only likes certain kinds of people. I think I have the job, but I don't know if I could help anyone else out."
"Do you think you could talk to him about it?" she purred, rubbing his arms. "I'll do ANYTHING for a job."
"Well, I don't know," he said.
"Listen," she said, "I've been waiting a long time for a job. I'm ready to do anything for it, if you know what I mean."
"I think I understand," he replied.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"If you can get me the job," she muttered, "I'll give you the best damn blow-job you ever had."
Les felt his cock rising at the thought of her red wet lips around his stiff cock. He wished he did know someone that could give her a job. But he knew he could get her anyway.
"I'll tell you what," he said, "I work in a bar nights. Why don't you come around and we can talk it over. Maybe I can introduced you to the guy."
"That's great," she replied. "I'll come right over."
"It's the Silver Spur," he said. "Ever hear of it?"
"No, I don't think so," she answered.
He was disappointed. He had thought for a moment that she might be a member of his cult. But that didn't matter either, for many of the girls he met and got into his apartment were not of the cult either.
"I'll be there," she said after he had given her the address. "Maybe tonight."
"Fine, I'll be looking for you," he smiled.
All afternoon he thought about the beautiful blonde, and hoped she would show up that night. He couldn't wait.
In the meantime he had to plot out a way to get her to his apartment. He would talk to Ernst about it, for the photographer always was full of ideas.
At the bar that night the place was less crowded than usual. He looked to the door every time it opened in the hope that the blonde would enter. He vaguely remembered her name from their past meetings. It was Lalia, a stage name she had been using. She was ambitious, he knew. He hated ambitious, pushy women. All they had to do was give a guy a blow-job and they could get just what they wanted. He didn't have a chance in competition with them.
The bar was dominated that night by a tall muscular redhead with red leather pants. He pushed his way around and made everyone cower. Les wished that someone would push back, but many of the patrons enjoyed being dominated and offered no resistance.
The redhead ripped a pool stick out of a man's hand and demanded an opponent for a game of pool. When no one stepped forward, the redhead grabbed the short thin black-haired man that had been standing at the bar and ordered him to shoot a game of pool, with a drink as the stakes.
"I don't play pool," whimpered the man.
"I said shoot pool," the redhead barked, "or I'll take you outside and shoot the shit out of you, you yellow-bellied coward."
The man took the stick in his hand and waited as the redhead set up the balls.
"I'll shoot first," the redhead said.
He broke the balls up and waited for the man to shoot. The black-haired man, who Les knew as Don, tried feebly to shoot the cue, but the ball bounced off the table onto the floor.
The redhead roared with laughter. Les could see that the other patrons were fed up with him and wished he would leave, but as long as he was in charge he intended to stay.
He shot three balls into the pocket on his next turn, and roared again as the man once more shot the white ball off the table.
The redhead grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face onto the green felt table, rubbing his nose against the felt.
"See it," he laughed, "that's a table. And this is a ball."
He pushed the man into the balls, rubbing his face into the table hard.
"And this is a ball too," he said, kneeing the man in the balls.
The redhead roared with laughter as the man doubled over and fell to the ground in pain.
"Get up, " he shouted at the man as he lay clutching his aching balls. "Let's finish the game. You better do better this time or you'll lose both your balls."
Les wanted to beat the shit out of the redhead, but knew he would be unable. The man was much larger, and Les could expect no help from the others.
The man made another attempt to shoot, and the redhead mocked him again. Les was so mad he couldn't watch any longer, and turned to the door just as it swung open.
He hoped it would be Lalia, but was disappointed when a plump middle-aged man stepped in and looked around. He wore high black boots with heels that cracked loudly against the wood floor of the bar as he walked in.
Les was surprised to see the man followed by a tall, very muscular black man with a bald head. His pate shone in the light, without a wisp of hair. He wore a large gold earring in one ear that swung back and forth as he stepped boldly into the bar.
He was dressed in a tight black leather pants and a tight stretch shirt that revealed all of his muscular chest. His arms were very large and firm, with muscles bulging on his biceps and forearms.
The man led the black to the back of the bar when he saw the pool game in progress. The redhead laughed when he saw the man, but wiped the smile off his face when he noticed the black man with him.
"How about a game?" asked the man, as the black stood behind him.
"Sure, let's go," said the redhead, pushing Don away from the table with a rude thrust in the jaw.
The black faded into the background as the two prepared for the game.
"I'll shoot first," said the redhead.
"I beg to differ," said the man. "I'll shoot first."
The redhead was impressed. He liked strong-willed men. They made better victims for his brutality, and he knew he could soon have the man cowering on his knees and begging for mercy.
"Sure, go ahead," he said. "I'll beat the pants off you anyway."
The man lined up the balls and ordered the redhead to step away from the table. He was very impressed.
"Say, what's your name?" he asked as he stepped back.
"Luke," snapped the man. "And that's none of your business."
He shot, and the balls cracked open, with one dropping into the corner pocket. He lined up another shot and again cracked a ball into the pocket.
The crowd gathered around as the man ran the table. The redhead was fuming as he watched the man humiliate him. He decided to act.
Just as the man was preparing to shoot for the last ball, the redhead pushed his stick from behind and the man missed his shot. He turned to the redhead with rage in his eyes, cheeks quivering.
"How dare you," he barked.
The redhead was standing a head taller than the man. He was delighted that he had showed the man who was boss in the end. He would not stand to be humiliated.
"Shut up," said the redhead, pushing him aside.
The man reared back and punched the redhead in the stomach, but he laughed as the fist cracked into his iron gut.
"Now I'm going to beat the balls off you," the redhead smirked.
He raised his hand to strike the man, but the tall black dived out of nowhere and grabbed him around the neck, twirling him around. They glared at each other face to face.
The crowd parted as the two men stared at each other. They were about the same height, and the rest of the crowd had to gaze upward to see their faces, both of which were quivering with rage.
The redhead swung with his steel fists, but the black blocked his hit and slammed him in the gut. The force of the blow knocked him backwards and he crashed into the wall.
He ran at the black man, fuming and screaming insults. The gold earring swung from his ear as he cracked the redhead in the jaw with a chopping blow of the side of his hand.
A loud cracking noise filled the bar as the redhead was knocked back to the wall again, blood pouring from his mouth. He felt every tooth in his mouth loose.
The redhead was blind with pain and rage as he ran at the black man again for one last assult. He managed to smash him in the chest, but reeled back in pain as he felt his fist crack into the iron muscles of the black man's chest.
The black man cracked a smile as he saw the redhead grip his wounded fist. Then he grabbed the man by his red hair and swung his head hard into his chest.
The redhead was dazed as the black man swung him time and again against his chest, then slapped his face hard with his other hand. By the time he let go of his hair, the redhead fell to the ground, out cold.
The crowd was amazed. Les for one had never seen such strength, even in the Silver Spur. The black man was incredible.
But Les was very pleased to see the bully humiliated. He offered the crowd a round of drinks, and the man and his black partner offered another round.
Les managed to overhear a good deal of conversation as the patrons gathered around the pair to hear their tale. They had never been in the bar before.
He learned that the man was quite rich, with an apartment in the city and an estate in the country. His father had been a famous general, and the man claimed he had picked up his love of discipline from his cold, brutal father.
The black man's name was Jamal, and he worked as bodyguard for Luke. Luke claimed that he could count on the man for anything, and that he trusted Jamal completely.
Les was just getting interested in the man's story when Luke invited everyone to his estate for a party. Those that could arrange rides hurried off to the party, and Les felt left out as he had to hang around and wait for the owner. But he had overheard Luke say he would be back to the bar soon.
Les felt glum as he looked around the bar. Lalia had never showed up, and he had the redhead out cold on the floor to worry about. He would certainly be furious when he came to.
There weren't even many people to talk to at the bar. After the party had cleared the bar, there was only one man sitting at the table, and two older women at the bar.
One was heavy, with heart-shaped glasses, while the other was thin and wrinkled. Les suspected they were lesbians.
He slipped down to the end of the bar to hear their conversation. The fat one spoke with a gruff, manly voice.
"You should have seen the way she begged me to stop," she said.
Les's ears perked up. Perhaps they weren't really lesbians. Perhaps they were interested in his kind of sex. After his disappointing night, he was ready and eager for anything.
"I swear I never heard screaming like that, the fat one continued.
Les walked over and interupted them.
"Excuse me," he said, "but why didn't you go along with Luke?"
"We don't like big parties," said the thin woman.
"Oh, I see," Les replied. "What kind of parties do you prefer?"
"Small, intimate ones," the heavy one answered.
"How intimate?" Les said with a smile.
"Quite," the thin one smiled back. "Just two, or maybe three."
"That's the kind of gig I like myself," Les smiled.
"Maybe we can get together some time," said the heavy woman.
"How about tonight?" asked Les.
"I already have plans for tonight," said the heavy one.
Les was very disappointed.
"They couldn't be changed, I suppose," he said.
"I have a date with Joy," she said, nodding at the thin woman.
"Oh," Les sighed in relief. "Why don't we make it a threesome?"
They giggled at each other, and the thin one looked Les over from head to toe.
"We're not just regular lovers," she said with a smirk in her voice. "If that's what you want you better forget it."
Les knew they were baiting him. If he was the bartender in the Silver Spur, they could be sure he was a member of the cult. But they were having fun. They'll pay for that fun later, Les said to himself.
"I think I can show you a few things," he smiled. "Why don't we give it a try?"
"Can you leave now?" the thin woman asked.
"In a few minutes, when the owner comes in," Les replied.
"We haven't got all night," the heavy woman snapped.
What bitches, Les thought. I'll make them pay dearly for this.
"Just a few minutes," he said.
"Well, if we're still here when you leave, you can come along with us," the thin one explained. "But don't expect us to wait around all night."
Les waited for the owner to come in and close up. He hoped he wouldn't be late. Since there were no other people in the bar except for the man at the table, who looked drunk, Les had nothing to do while he waited. But he didn't want to stand with the women and talk, for the owner disapproved of his bartenders getting too friendly with the customers.
The women hardly looked at him as they chatted. Finally the owner showed up and Les grabbed his coat.
"I'm ready," he said, walking to the bar and standing next to the women.
"Let's go," the thin one smiled.
The three walked out to the curb, and the women led Les to their car. Les sat in the middle as they drove to their apartment, which was not far from the bar.
Les decided he didn't like the women. They were not too good looking, and nasty to boot. He made up his mind definitely to punish them. Besides enjoying it himself, he felt they deserved it for their rudeness and haughty behavior in the bar.
As they rode Les looked them over. The thin one was not that bad looking, with dark hair and a bony face. But her body was trim, and her breasts protruded from under her tight sweater. On the other hand, the heavy one was repulsive to the man. Her chin was double and her cheeks sagged like jowls. Her tits were tremendous but her belly was almost as wide. She would suffer, he thought. She was the nastiest. It's always the same, he thought The ugly bitches are the ones that give me the most trouble.
Their apartment was dingy and dark, two small rooms on top of a garage. One of the women put some water in a dirty saucepan and made instant coffee as soon as they arrived, and Les refused it He wanted to get down to business.
The thin woman noticed this.
"You're in an awful hurry, aren't you?" she smiled.
"You-bet your ass," he replied. "No use hanging around staring at the bubbles when the water's boiling."
Les' cheap joke got a laugh from the thin woman, but the heavy one smirked and sipped her coffee. Oh boy, is she going to get it, he thought.
Les put his hand in his coat pocket and fingered the small ball and chain he had brought along from' the bar. Sold as a novelty, Les had found good use for it. The chain, a thin spiked metal chain, connected two balls covered in spikes. It would be perfect for him to use on the women.
The heavy woman stood on one side of Les, and the thin one stood on the other, blocking his path to the door.
"We're going to make our kind of love," said the heavy woman, Ruth. We'll give you the clothes."
So that's their game, thought Les. He was willing to go along with anything they wanted, as long as he knew he would get his way in the end.
The women brought him a set of woman's clothes and ordered him to put them on.
"Hurry up," snapped Joy, the thin woman.
Les wanted to laugh as he stripped naked to put the clothes on. He noticed that both women stared at his dangling cock and appeared quite anxious to enjoy his talents. He would use their lust as bait, he thought.
They made him put on a pair of stockings and a garter belt, then a bra that fit loosely, of course, since he had nothing with which to fill the cups. They gave him a wig and he put it on playfully. I was wrong, he thought. They are lesbians, but they want cock too. This way they can make believe it's a woman and still get the cock they crave.
"We want you to watch," Ruth said as she took out a leather whip.
"I don't want to watch, I want to do something," he complained.
"Shut up and watch or you'll be the one that gets beaten," snapped Joy.
He longed to hear the screams of pain and terror from both women, but he knew he would not be satisfied unless it was he himself that was inflicting the pain. He could hardly wait to get at them, but realized that they would just go into their routine and let him watch. So that's how they get their kicks. His mind clicked into action, trying to devise some scheme of trapping them.
The heavy one cracked the strap against the chair and he heard the sharp clean snap of leather. It made him quiver with heat, and he felt he could hardly control himself. But he didn't have a chance against both of them now, not as long as the heavy one was free and held the strap.
Les made sure his coat was nearby. He planned on grabbing the ball and chain at the earliest possible opportunity. Right now, he thought, I must get them tied up somehow. He watched them as they started, waiting for his chance.
The thin one held some rope in her hand, but laid it on the table as the heavy woman again whipped the strap against the chair. Les could see that the sould of leather was also arousing the woman, and the heavy one cracked it hard again and again.
Joy began stripping. Les found the only arousal he could feel at the sight of her nude body was a strong longing to bruise it. He saw her smooth white skin and longed to mark it all over with thick red welts.
"Get on your knees," the heavy one barked at Joy.
Joy dropped to her knees in front of the woman.
"Beg me," ordered Ruth.
Joy began begging the woman to spare her, but Ruth lashed out with the strap and caught her on the shoulder. Les could hardly restrain himself as he saw a red welt appear on the woman' white shoulder.
So this is their game, he thought. They wanted to be punished. But only if they could stop it any time they wanted. When I get a hold of them they won't have the choice, he thought.
The heavy woman was getting aroused as she lashed Joy again. Joy too was enjoying the beating, and he could see that she was getting hot.
Joy screamed in pain as the leather strap caught her again, and Ruth laughed in mockery at her. Joy reached out suddenly and held the standing woman around her wide hips, burying her head in her crotch.
Les rose and grabbed the rope.
"I'll help you," he said. "Let me tie you up."
They were suspicious, and he hesitated. "Come on, let me have some fun too. I won't do anything you don't want"
"Let him," said Joy. "Let him tie us up."
"Make it snappy," said Ruth.
He pushed them both together on the floor, in sitting positions. He strapped them back to back and tied the rope very tight around then-bodies, after the heavy woman had stripped naked. Her white skin was flabby and smooth, and she would make a great target, he decided. He was almost trembling as he saw their nude bodies still almost unmarked but for the two welts on Joy's body.
"Not so tight," Ruth barked.
"Shut up," snapped Les.
"How dare you," said Ruth. "I said not so tight. Do you want a beating?"
"You're in no position to beat me, are you?" he laughed.
The women realized they had been tricked. They had planned on letting him beat them a little to arouse them, then getting untied to make love in their heat. But now they realized they could not control him. He could keep them tied as long as he wanted.
"Let us loose," said Ruth. "Right now."
"Shut up, I said," Les laughed again. "I'm in charge here."
He felt like taking off the woman's clothes, but couldn't stand the delay. He picked up the leather strap, but then remembered the ball and chain.
He went to his coat and grabbed the chain, pulling it out and holding it in front of their faces, one at a time.
"What's that?" Joy asked, as if she didn't want to find out.
"You'll see," he smiled. "You'll see right now."
He wanted to make sure they would not scream, and the ball and chain would take care of that easily. He stood in front of Ruth and dangled the spiked ball.
"How's this?" he laughed. "Does it meet with your approval?"
"Get that thing away from me," she replied.
"I thought you wanted to get beaten?" he asked.
"Not by you," Ruth said scornfully. "Let me out."
"You wanted me to watch so you could torment me," Les said. "Then you were going to beat me, weren't you?"
"No, that's not ture," Ruth lied.
"Yes it is, but I was a little too smart for you," he said. "I've been around a little more than you two, and I'm going to give you a taste of a real beating."
Ruth began to scream, but he slipped the ball into her mouth and she shut up immediately.
She had no choice, for the spiked ball was resting between her lips, and the slightest movement of her mouth would drive the sharp metal spiked into her soft lips.
Joy tried to turn her head to see what he was doing to Ruth, but she could not pivot her head far enough. The rope was wrapped tightly around their kneeling bodies, and their backs were flush against one another. The backs of their heads were pressed against one another also, and the chain easily wrapped around both heads as he slipped it over Joy's head and inserted it in her mouth.
The chain ran from mouth to mouth, with a spiked ball in each. Neither could talk or scream, and could hardly move without driving the spikes into their own lips as well as their partner's.
"Isn't this cozy," he mocked. "Now we'll see how much you two can take."
Joy tried to say something, but soon found out that the ball would hurt her lips and tongue if she so much as moved her mouth. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she realized the hopeless situation she was in.
Les grabbed the leather strap and cracked it hard against the chair. The sound of the leather snapping made him hot, and he immediately raced over to the women and swung the strap in front of Ruth's face.
He could see in her eyes a desperate plea not to strike her. What phonies, he thought. They made like they wanted a beating, and now that they're going to get it they start to beg and cry. I'll fix them good.
Her eyes gleamed in fright as Les raised the strap and then lashed down onto her shoulders. She moaned as best she could as the strap welted her shoulder, and Joy winced as the blow made Ruth move and pull the ball in her mouth, cutting her lips.
Les lashed again and the strap caught Ruth on the tits, lashing across both huge breasts and leaving a long red welt that stretched from nipple to nipple. She winced again and Joy let out a muffled scream as the ball was ripped through her mouth.
Les turned on the other woman and this time it was Ruth that felt the point of the spikes in her mouth as Joy winced in agony. Tears flowed from her eyes as she felt the crisp snap of the leather on her back, and the sharpness of the spikes in her mouth. She longed to scream out loud in pain to release some of her misery, but could not move her lips.
Les was thrilled as the leather lashed out at their nude bruised bodies. He swung the leather strap with mad abandon, forgetting all about his clothes and lashing again and again as the women tried to scream and tears ran down their cheeks.
Les could feel his cock throbbing under his garter belt, and lashed again to swell his heat. The sight of the two helpless women tied up and trying their best ever to scream in pain made him hot and eager, and he ripped off the garter belt and bra and stood in front of the heavy woman.
Her eyes focused on his cock, stiff and pulsing, pointing straight up in the air. She saw the red cap swollen and engorged with blood, throbbing visibly before her tear-filled eyes.
She wanted to say something, he noticed, but of course could not move her lips. A thin trickle of blood ran from her mouth down to her chin and dripped onto her naked chest.
Les lashed again at Joy, since her body was not yet fully marked. He stood back to inspect his work and was delighted to find their bodies fully bruised and their heads locked together as tears and blood ran down their faces.
They don't look like the bitches that were so haughty in the bar, he thought with a smile. His complete dominance of them made his imagination run wild and his cock pulse madly. He could not wait.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against the fat woman's face, feeling the heat of her tears and her blood against the swollen tip. He let the head slip along her cheek, and under her chin.
He pulled the ball out of her mouth and slipped the cock between her lips. He saw her gag as the cock bore deep into her mouth and his balls were pressed against her lips.
The sight of the woman did not turn him on, so he removed the cock and replaced the ball in her mouth, but not before she managed to scream out.
"Let me go," she howled, "Please, let me go, I can't take this."
Her screams were cut off as the ball slipped between her lips again. Les went around to the other woman and removed the balls from her mouth.
Joy thought he was releasing her, and a smile of relief passed over his lips.
"You're not getting off so easy," he laughed. "You haven't paid enough yet."
He slipped the cock between her lips and she too gagged as her words were cut off and her mouth filled with his hot tool. Her mouth was wetter than the other woman's, and much hotter. Her lips felt softer against his balls as the pole was driven into her mouth.
She moaned as she felt the length of his staff slipping into her mouth, the red cap driving almost down her throat. Les pumped in and out as his heat rose, staring at the long red welts that stretched over the woman's sagging tits and shoulders.
Les slipped his rod in and out of her hot mouth, feeling the wetness of her lips rubbing along his staff. As he slid the cock out of her trembling lips he saw it wet and shining with her saliva.
She tried to moan but could only gag as the rod bore deep into her mouth. His ball touched her lips at the end of each inward thrust, and by the look on her face Les could see she feared she would choke on his long stiff cock.
His gism was rising quickly into his staff, for he had been very aroused by the sight of their own beating and then the punishment he himself had inflicted on them. After a few quick lunges in, his gism was already swelling his cock.
He thought about pulling out and waiting, but decided to get it over with. It was no use, no matter how hard he tried he could not get fully aroused by their naked bodies. He longed for Lalia. The only way he could get excited now was to beat the women, and he picked up the strap again without removing his cock from Joy's mouth.
He lashed down on their heads and shoulders, feeling both women tremble in agony as he still worked his cock in and out of Joy's mouth. He pulled out a little, until the head alone was left between her lips, her saliva flowing out of her gagging mouth, then thrust in and felt his cock explode into her mouth, the first lick spurting far into her throat and the rest squirting into her mouth as her face was contorted with disgust and pain.
He let his balls empty before he realized he was still beating them.
By the time he slipped his gism-caked rod from Joy's mouth, their bodies were raw and red from the lash. He threw the belt on the floor and started to dress as he saw their eyes trying to locate him, bith still unable to turn their heads without gouging the spikes into their lips.
When he was dressed, he pulled the balls from their mouth. He wanted to hear them beg for release.
"Please," gasped Joy, the come still flecking her lips, "let us go. Don't leave us like this."
"I'll scream," threatened Ruth.
"I won't be here," he said.
"You're leaving already?" asked Ruth.
"Would you prefer that I stayed and punished you some more?" he laughed.
"Just let us go," Ruth begged. "My knees hurt and my legs are asleep. I can't take it any longer."
"If you scream while I'm leaving I'll come back and put the ball into your mouth again," he said. "So I advise you to keep your big mouths shut."
"Don't put that ball back," pleased Joy. "It hurts so much."
Les laughed at them one more time, thinking back on the way they had mocked him in the bar and ordered him about when he first arrived in their apartment. They learned who was boss, he said to himself. They wouldn't come near him again.
He saw them turn a pleading glance at him as he went out the door. He knew they would be unable to free themselves from the ropes until someone came to the apartment, and that might be a long time.
It was a disappointing night. He had longed for Lalia, and would have liked to go along with the rest to the rich man's house. He hoped he would see Luke again.
They were better than nothing, he decided. At least I emptied my balls. He hurried down the street, thinking about Luke and Lalia and looking forward to the next night's work. The women had been too easy. He wanted someone that would give him trouble, someone that would present a challenge. Then he would punish them with great delight, and prove himself once again the master.
CHAPTER THREE
Les was woken in the morning with the ringing of his phone. No one called him unless it was important, for he had few casual acquaintances. As much as he longed to sleep, he struggled out of bed and ripped the receiver from the hook.
"Hello, Les, this is Ernst, did I wake you?" Les heard as he put the phone to his ear.
"Yeah," Les replied. "What's up?"
"I'm having a photography session today," Ernst said. "I thought you might want to come along."
"How come?" Les asked, for Ernst rarely invited him to his studio.
"I've got a model," said Ernst. "She's just perfect. Listen to this. She's only seventeen years old, and she could never tell anyone about anything that happens at the studio, especially since she's supposed to be doing nude modeling."
"Sounds great," said Les, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "When you starting?"
"A little while," Ernst replied. "She's due any minute. We can have a real ball. Come on over."
"Sure thing," said Les.
"Hurry up," said Ernst. "She might show up here soon."
"Okay, I'll have to get dressed," Les said. "I got home late last night."
"What was happening?" Ernst asked.
"I picked up some old bitches at the bar and went to their apartment."
"Anything happen?"
"Nothing much, but they won't return," Les laughed.
"I understand," said Ernst. "Well, come on over."
"See you in a half hour," said Les, putting down the phone.
Les dressed hurriedly and left his apartment. He did not own a car, but the studio was not far from his house. He hopped on a bus and found himself standing in front of the studio in fifteen minutes.
"Wow, that was quick," said Ernst, opening the door. "She didn't even get here yet."
Les walked into the studio. In one room was a set of large floodlights and spotlight used for photography sessions, and Ernst was setting up his camera. Les sat at the small table Ernst used to keep his tools.
"She's late," said Ernst. "This is her first modeling job. A guy I know at an agency sent her over. He's a good man. He knew I would just love this bitch."
"You have to pay her?" Les asked.
"Of course not," said Ernst. "She'll be lucky to get out of here alive."
Their laughter was interrupted by the loud ringing of the doorbell.
"Watch this," smiled Ernst. "She's probably so nervous she can hardly speak."
Ernst left the room and returned with the model. She was very young, with straight blonde hair and a pretty face. Her body was thin but her breasts were firm and large, and her short skirt revealed much of her long white legs.
"This is Peg," said Ernst, sitting down and inspecting the girl as she stood in the doorway. Ernst was right, she was very nervous.
"Is this your first job?" Ernst asked.
"Yes," she stammered.
"Well next time be on time," Ernst barked at her. "You're a half hour late."
"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I missed the train."
"I don't want to hear any excuses," said Ernst, screaming at her but winking at Les. "You bitch, you think we have all the time in the world, don't you? And your first job no less. I should give you a boot in the ass and send you home to your mother."
"Please don't," she said. "My mother would be very upset if she knew I was modeling."
"Just as I thought," Ernst laughed. "By the way, this is Les, my assistant."
Les smiled at the girl, already plotting to punish her. She's such a big-shot, he thought. Just because she's pretty and can get a job modeling she thinks the world owes her everything. This is going to be fun.
The girl stepped meekly into the room. Her long legs were smooth white and unblemished, perfect for modeling. Her firm young tits bobbed only slightly, and Les could picture them already, taut and white and tender.
"Did they tell you what you were going to be doing?" Ernst asked.
"Sort of," she replied. "They said I would model for magazine pictures."
"Did they tell you what kind of pictures?" Ernst asked.
"No, they didn't," she replied. "Girlie magazines?"
Ernst laughed. "You'll have to show more than your tits, my dear. This is the big time."
"Oh, I didn't know," she stammered.
"You can leave now," he said. "Of course, I'll tell the agency and you'll never get another job."
"I'll do it," said the blonde. "But does he have to stand around?"
Les felt a deep rage against the girl, and wanted to spit in her face for trying to get rid of him. But he knew Ernst would not consider it.
"Yes, I need him," the photographer said. "He stays."
"Oh well," she sighed. "Let's get it over with."
"Yes, that's a good idea," said Ernst, winking again at Les.
Ernst flicked on a floodlight, and Les had to get out of the beam. It was very hot, and the strong yellow light baked him until he stepped aside.
"Shit, that thing is hot," he said. "That's the hottest one they make," smiled Ernst.
An idea popped into Les' head immediately, but he decided to hold off for a while.
Ernst set up the rest of the lights and got his camera ready as the young girl stood around in a daze. She had no idea what was going on.
"Off with the clothes," said Ernst.
"Just like that?" she said.
"Come on," Ernst screamed. "What the hell do you think this is? I said off with the clothes, and I mean right now."
The girl sheepishly started to remove her clothes. Les watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, revealing her tight white bra. Then she pulled off her skirt and her pink panties were exposed. Les could see the outline of her blonde bush under her panties.
"Let's go," Ernst screamed. "Get on with it."
The girl hesitated, then unhooked her bra strap and pulled it off. Her tits were just as Les had expected, white and round, tiny mounds of flesh that did not drop but quivered lightly on her chest, smooth and unmarked. Her pink nipples were long and wide.
She peeled down her panties and stepped out of them, then cringed to hide her blonde bush. Her thighs were smooth and looked very soft. Les could hardly wait to get at her.
Les noticed that Ernst was also getting aroused. He hoped the man could wait, for he knew that Ernst could never control himself once he got hot and had to empty his balls right away to relieve his heat.
"Get in the middle of the lights," said Ernst, his lip quivering with lust as the girl obeyed.
She stood in the center of the room, bathed in the hot lights which were at a distance but still quite hot.
"Bend over and spread your legs," Ernst said, walking at her with the camera.
The girl hesitated, after lying down on the mat.
"I said right now," Ernst barked. "One more time and I'll send you home!"
The girl lay down and spread her long legs. Her cunt lips were pink as she spread them, her blonde bush barely covering the wet flesh.
Les stood by the side, ready to pounce. He wanted to see what Ernst had in mind.
The girl lay with her legs open for a moment until Ernst came close to her and pointed the camera at her cunt. Then she closed her legs quickly.
"I can't do it," she whimpered.
Les ran at her in rage.
"You bitch, you good-for-nothing piece of trash," he howled. "I'll make you squirm."
The girl's face was contorted in terror as Les ran to her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up from the ground.
Ernst began snapping away with his camera as Les picked her up and held her hair. The girl began to howl in pain until Les slapped her hard across the face and knocked her back down on the ground.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "Let me go, I want to go home."
The men laughed. Les looked at her terrified face and slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. She cringed back in pain and terror, completely baffled.
Les stripped quickly, ripping down his pants and taking off his shirt. The girl saw him stripping and screamed in terror.
"What are you doing?" she howled. "Please let me go."
Les threw threw his clothes on the floor. The girl saw that his cock was stiff and throbbing and screamed again.
"Shut up," Les barked.
She still screamed, and Les slapped her twice in the face. "I said shut up."
Ernst snapped away as Les stood over the naked girl, his cock throbbing over her head. She stared up at him and then turned away, burying her face in her hands and weeping.
As Les came at her, she crawled back into the corner. Les reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling her out to the center again as she tried to kick free and screamed for release. Ernst caught everything with his camera.
Les picked up the girl by the legs and held her dangling above the ground. Her white ass quivered as she tried to kick.
"Stay still," he screamed.
She was blind with fear and still kicked. Les picked her up further and bit hard into her white ass, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh as he felt her body tremble with pain.
Ernst snapped still as Les bit into the girl's ass. she howled in agony as she felt the teeth break through her soft ass and tear at her skin.
"I said shut up," Les screamed.
This time the girl stopped screaming and even stopped trying to kick free.
"Oh, let me down," she said, "please, I beg you."
Les let her drop, her body crashing into the mat. She bolted to her knees and clasped her hands together as if in prayer.
"I beg you," she cried. "Let me go. I won't say anything, I promise."
"You bet your ass you won't say anything," laughed Les. "I suppose you're going to tell your mother that you were in a modeling studio posing in the nude."
Both men laughed, but Les could tell by Ernst's nervous titter that he was getting very hot and wouldn't be able to wait much longer. Les had already decided to take his time and savor every minute of her agony.
"Please," she went on, "don't hurt me."
"Beg me," said Les.
"I am begging," she whined. "Please let me go. Please."
"Tell me what a bitching whore you are," Les snarled.
The girl was dumbfounded.
"I said tell us what a fucking piece of trash you are."
Les went to slap her again on the face, and the girl crawled back into the corner.
"I'm a fuckin' whore, I swear it," she shrieked, her eyes showing her terror. "I'm no good, I don't deserve anything, let me go and I'll do anything."
"That's better," said Les. "I like to hear that from your own mouth."
Ernst finished snapping with his camera and put it down, staring at her white nude body as she cringed in the corner.
"I don't like it when she cringes," said Ernst. "I can't see her cunt."
Ernst stood near her and stripped, and the girl began trembling with fear as she saw his cock throbbing, stiff and thick. Now there were two hard cocks to threaten her, and she was helpless.
Ernst was staring at her body, and Les knew he wouldn't be able to wait much longer.
"Let's strap her down," said Ernst.
He went into the closet to get out some rope, and the girl trembled madly with fear. Les glared at her in mockery.
"You're not so hot now, are you?" he laughed. "Well see how you like it when we really lay it on."
"Oh please, let me go, I'm cold," she whined.
Ernst came back with the rope. He moved two very heavy poles into place, then fastened the ropes to the bottoms.
"Lie down," he ordered.
The girl could not move. Les grabbed her and threw her on the mat, pinning her arms down with his legs until Ernst had fastened the ropes around her wrists and she was held down with her arms spread out.
He moved two more light posts into place and fastened her legs wide apart, the rope around her ankles.
"That's better," he said, staring down at her wide open blonde cunt.
Les stood back, to watch Ernst take over. The man stood over the girl, who was lying on her back with her legs spread apart and her arms pulled far above her head and spread by the ropes. She could not budge. Her cunt lips gleamed with moisture and her body was covered with the sweat of deep terror.
She began to moan. "Oh, let me go, the rope hurts."
Les sat down right next to her naked body as Ernst mounted her. He saw her tits crush under his chest as he lay on top of her and caressed her neck.
She tried to twist her neck as he kissed her, and Ernst bit hard into her flesh. She howled and stopped moving her neck.
"She learns quickly," grunted Ernst.
He lay between her legs and rubbed the tip of his cock against the wet lips of her cunt. She was powerless to move, and could not close her legs or her cunt lips as he caressed them with his swollen head.
Les saw a drop of lubrication gleaming on the tip of Ernst's cock as he rubbed it, and could hear the man starting to breathe heavily as he felt the wetness of her lips on his head.
He had no trouble inserting the rod, for her legs were spread wide. He inserted the head between her lips and thrust with his hips, and Les saw the long fat pole disappear into her cunt.
The girl screamed loudly as the hot tool drove into her cunt. Les heard the sound of the cock slipping through her juices as Ernst pulled out and then thrust back in.
The man began pumping regularly, slowly and surely slipping the rod between her lips and into the warmth of her cunt.
"Wow, she's wet and hot," said Ernst. "And tight as a crab's ass."
He was delighted to find her tight, her wet skin gripping his cock and fitting it like a smooth-fitting leather glove. He pulled out and thrust hard, and the girl winced and jolted with each thrust.
The force of his strokes sent the girl reeling each time, but she could hardly move in her tied-up position. She shook and trembled, and her tits quivered as the man drove again and again into the wetness of her snatch.
Les saw the cock slip out wet with her juices, glistening before he thrust again and immersed the cock in her tight hole. Her thighs quivered as the cock bore right in, and Les found himself getting very hot as he watched only a few feet away from the impaled cunt.
"Hurt her, Ernst," Les urged. "Make her scream."
Ernst began slamming his hips against hers as he pumped. His cock was twisted around painfully in her tight cunt, and her lips were stretched by the stiff pole.
He bent over and sucked on her long pink nipples, then held them between his teeth.
"No, don't do it," she cried. "Please don't."
He waited another moment, then bit hard into her tender nipple. She shrieked in agony and tried to squirm, but was unable to budge.
Ernst switched to the other nipple, again sucking on it before he bit into the soft flesh. Again she writhed in pain but could do no more than shake slightly, the ropes burning her wrists and ankles every time she moved.
The man licked her nipples to cool her pain, but the girl began crying, the tears running down her cheeks.
"Please don't do it," she cried. "Let me go."
"Don't do what?" asked Ernst.
"Don't do it to me," she cried.
The man began thrusting hard to drive his gism into his cock. Les saw the man slip in and out with long clean strokes, then start to swirl his hips again to twist the cock around in her cunt. Once again he bit into her nipples as Les tittered with delight, but by now the girl was almost numb as the cock bore crudely through her tight pussy.
"Here it comes," said Ernst, pumping madly, his hips slamming into hers hard and loud. Les saw all the loose flesh on her young body quiver with the force of each thrust, and her body jolt as the man rammed with all his might.
"Oh shit, here it is, it's so tight," moaned Ernst, obviously entering his climax.
Les watched the man huff and puff as he crested, driving his cock in and out so fast it was visible only as a flash of movement to Les' peering eyes. The girl still rocked and the man still pumped as his balls emptied and his cock spurted in huge globs of gism.
The girl shrieked in terror and misery as her cunt filled with the hot come. It felt to her like a dirty diseased fluid and it was filling her twat, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Ernst was glowing with satisfaction as he stopped pumping and lay on top of the nude girl. She was relieved to feel him stop tearing into her cunt, but still was in agony from the hot fluid that filled her body and was beginning to trickle out onto her blonde bush. She wanted to vomit.
Ernst dismounted, sliding his wet cock out of her cunt.
"I feel sick," she swooned, "please let me go."
Les had other ideas.
"Go ahead and fuck her," said Ernst. "Her cunt is really great."
"Later on," said Les. "She's getting off easy now."
"Please let me up," she cried. "I'm cold."
"Is that so?" laughed Les. "Maybe we can warm you up a bit."
Les untied her legs and she immediately bolted them together.
"You don't really think we're finished already, do you?" he howled in mirth. "This is only the beginning."
"I'm freezing," she said. "Please let me dress."
Les turned one of the floodlights on her and bathed her in the bright light. Her white skin shone with the light and her bush glistened with Ernst's come.
"How's that?" Les asked. "Hot enough?"
"That's too hot," she complained.
"Oh, so you can't make up your mind," said Les. "I think I like it this way. We'll let you roast for a while instead of freezing."
The girl began to sweat madly as the light baked her. Les watched her trying to writhe, in the hot beam of the floodlight. Les remembered how hot it had been when he had been close. But even then he had been at least ten feet from it. How would it feel if she were right on top of it, he wondered.
"I've got a great idea," said Les. "Give me a hand."
Ernst came right to his aid, still nude. Les untied her wrists and allowed her one minute of relief before picking her up from the ground and holding her in his arms.
Her body was trembling with fear as she felt Ernst grab her legs and hold them together, then tie them tightly together with the rope. Then he tied the end of the rope to one of the posts, this time high above the ground.
Les knew that the posts were very strong and would support her weight. They were used to hold up heavy lights, and could easily support a few hundred pounds. If need be, Les thought, Ernst could hold one up.
Ernst fastened her two wrists together and tied her to the other post. As Les let go of her nude body, he stepped back and saw her tied up between the posts, her body suspended in midair by the massive poles. She looked like she was on a spit.
"Now all we need is a fire," laughed Ernst.
"Don't laugh," said Les. 'That's just what I had in mind. Watch this."
He moved one of the floodlights right under her body, opening the shutter side. The girl swung around on the ropes, and as she passed over the light her face was contorted in wild fear as she realized what was about to happen.
"NO!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "No, don't, please, anything but that!"
It was no use. She was still howling as Les clicked on the light and her body was immediately bathed in a bright white light and the terrific heat of the floodlight.
"That's really great," said Ernst, complimenting Les on his ingenuity.
"Isn't it?" said Les, proud of himself. They both stepped back to admire their work.
The girl was spinnning very slowly with her own momentum, turning as on a spit over the hot light. Her body was covered in sweat, and they could see her skin almost burning in the heat.
"You're not supposed to come within five feet of those things," said Ernst. "They're really hot."
Les could see that she was less then five feet from the light. Her skin was almost smoking.
"Oh shit, I can't take it, oh, let me down, I beg you, you don't know how hot it is," she howled.
"Wouldn't you just love to fall on that light?" asked Les, sticking his face in front of her slowly turning head.
"Oh, no, not that," she shrieked.
"Then shut up," he barked.
They tittered in delight as she turned, her whole white body now glowing red. Sweat dropped from her body and sizzled on the light below her.
"This is great," said Ernst. "It's making me hot again."
Les knew that he himself was hot too. Not hot from the light, but hot from watching her torment. His cock throbbed like never before and he longed to plunge it in the cooling juices of her snatch.
He gave her a little spin when she started to slow, and she began turning around again.
"We have to make sure you get an even tan," laughed Ernst.
The two men glared at her spinning body, white hot as the floodlight bathed her in the deep heat.
Les found his own heat too much to bear any longer. His cock was almost paining him as it pulsed.
Ernst sat down and Les spun the girl one more time. She was sweating incredibly and the drops sizzled every few seconds against the light. Her whole body was red, and she was weeping miserably.
She was ready for his cock now. He didn't have to worry about that. After the torment of the floodlight she would welcome anything that would bring her relief. His cock would be a welcome change, not the hideous flesh of Ernst. Yes, Les was sure he had done well to wait. Ernst always acted too quickly and Les knew that he himself did not want to slip his cock into a cunt that dreaded him.
"Hold that post up," he said to Ernst. "I'm going to fuck her."
Ernst held the pole tightly as Les grabbed the suspended girl and pulled himself on top. At first he wasn't sure if the ropes and post would hold, and half expected to smash into the light below, scalding her and crushing her under his body.
Shit, I don't know how she took this light, he said to himself, feeling its heat.
"Hey, Ernst, flick that thing off, will you?"
The photographer turned off the light and Les could feel a wave of relief sweep through her body.
"Aren't you going to thank me?" asked Les.
"Oh yes, thank you, please don't turn it on again," she uttered, trying hard to speak with his weight on top of her and the ropes burning her wrists and ankles terribly as they were pulled by their combined weight.
"Hold tight," said Les, feeling the tension of the ropes and hoping the post would not tip over.
Ernst grabbed the post and Les held the girl around her nude body. He suddenly realized what a great position he was in. He had not only her front to work on, but her back was completely exposed. He could spin her around and hold tight, not in any danger, of slipping off as long as she was tied to the post.
He spun once to test it out. Sure enough he felt his body swing upside down, pulling on her body hard. She screamed in pain as the weight pulled her and the ropes tore through her flesh.
Les was again on top of her, his bare arms wrapped around her body. Her skin was the warmest he had ever felt, due to the baking she had received. He felt his body wet with her sweat as he held her tightly against himself and stuck his cock between her legs.
He had a tough time inserting his cock, for her legs were tightly locked together by the ropes, and, as Ernst had told him, her cunt was very tight.
He managed to slip it between her white thighs and moaned as his stiff rod was held tightly by the warm flesh of her loose thighs. But he had to ram it into her cunt no matter what.
He reached down and pushed her thighs apart as far as they would go, which was no more man a few inches. Now he could insert his cock between her lips but nOt slip it in. He knew one good thrust would rip her apart and drive his rod right in.
He held her tight and thrust with his hips. The cock bore in and she howled in agony, feeling the stiff rod slicing through her lips and rubbing along her clit as it journeyed on to her cunt.
Les pumped out again and then back in. Ernst was right, he thought, she does have a very tight cunt Probably only been fucked once or twice.
He held on to her as he slipped the cock in and out, feeling her cunt loosening up as he worked his cock around. Each time he thrust she howled with pain as the cock filled her cunt and the ropes burned her wrists and hands.
Most men wanted to hear their women scream in sexual ecstasy when they fucked them. But Les wanted to hear them scream in agony, and the louder the better. He was very pleased with the set-up and made a mental note to use it again sometime. It gave him the perfect fuck, for he could jam his rod in with wild abandon and hear her scream each time as the force of his thrusts tore her wrists and ankles.
He spun around as he fucked, and the room swirled past his face in a flash of light. He was getting dizzy, and she was starting to moan in her own dizziness as they spun together, his cock firmly imbedded in her cunt.
Ernst was aghast as he watched them and almost wished he had not already emptied his balls. He saw their nude bodies locked together and spinning around, and knew that Les' cock was inside her tight cunt.
Les used his hips alone to pull his cock out and then thrust it in again. It bore now to the very depths of her cunt and he felt his gism entering his staff.
He ran his hands all over her back and felt the soft cheeks of her ass as he brushed them. He skin was still hot, and their bodies were covered with sweat as he rose towards a mighty orgasm.
She was screaming loudly in his ear as the ropes burned her wrists. Les fucked with all his speed and his cock swelled to the full inside her cunt.
Her screams were driving him up the wall, and he heard himself moaning and breathing very heavily as his cock slid out again and his head was left buried between her tight wet cunt lips. He thrust again and his cock slipped back into her cunt to die hilt as it exploded in the first hot spurt of gism.
Her screams were still in his ear as he came, pouring out the fruit of his balls into her tight pussy. She howled in terror as once again her cunt was filled with come, hot sticky come that began to overflow her cunt and dribble on her bush even before he had finished emptying his balls.
He pumped slower and slower Until he was finished, but she continued screaming, for the ropes still burned her wrists and ankles. His weight Was crushing her and she sagged in the middle as he rested on top of her.
Les dismounted and sprung to the floor, his satisfied cock dangling. She was crying as she felt the hot come in her snatch, and her body was still bathed in her sweat.
Les untied the ropes around her wrists after moving the floodlight out of the way, and held her up until Ernst had also untied her legs. Then they let go together and the blonde crashed to the ground like a bag of bricks tossed from a twenty-story building.
She was buried, her nipples swollen with pain, her cunt filled with gism, her bush and body soaked in come and sweat. Tears streamed from her eyes. She could feel the heat of her body still burning from the floodlight, and crumpled up in a ball on the mat.
"Get her out of here," said Ernst. "I have to develop her pictures."
Les threw her her clothes and told her to dress. She was whimpering as she quickly dressed, and Ernst left them to head for the darkroom.
"One word of this and we'll show your parents the pictures of you posing nude," threatened Les. "Now hurry up and get out of here before Ernst gets hot again and fucks the daylights out of you."
The girl did not have to be told twice. She ran out of the studio, and Les was certain they would never hear from her again.
Les did not even go in to say goodbye to Ernst, who was busy in the darkroom. He waited a few minutes to give her time to leave, then ran out to head for the bus stop. He wanted to take a short nap before going to work that night. He was sure something would happen that night. Perhaps Lalia or Luke would show up. He wasn't sure what it would be, but had a strong suspicion something or other would occur.
He was right.
CHAPTER FOUR
The night started slowly and Les felt perhaps he might be wrong. The bar was empty. He had wanted to see some of the people that had gone with Luke the other night, but none of them were there.
He waited behind the bar for something to happen, but the hours passed without any sign of life. He would have been glad to see Ernst in the bar, but he too was missing.
It seemed like a normal evening at the Silver Spur. There were many nights like this, when none of the interesting characters showed up to entertain Les. He searched the characters in the bar for some kind of amusement, but was disappointed. He noticed a man with chains on his right side and knew what that meant. He saw another with two earrings, and knew where he was at too. But this was all old hat to the man, and he wanted something new to help pass the time.
The customers weren't even drinking, he thought to himself. He had little or nothing to do but wait until closing time, standing uncomfortably behind the counter.
He did notice a few fetish signs on various customers. A piece of stocking on the jacket meant the person had a liking for the feet. A piece of silk meant the wearer was partial to silk. A feather in a woman's cap meant she had shaved her bush. But this was all too familiar for Les and didn't interest him.
About an hour before closing time, he was almost nodding behind the counter when the door swung open and Luke and Jamal walked in. Luke stood in the doorway and looked the place over.
"This place is really dead," he shouted. "Let's get it going."
He walked to the bar and ordered drinks for the house. Les stood right near him and tried to engage him in a conversation.
Jamal towered behind the man, but did not drink. Luke waited for something to happen, but even the free drinks didn't excite anyone.
Les decided to break the ice.
"I hope you don't mind me asking," he said, "but how can you afford to buy drinks for the house all the time?"
"I have the money," he informed Les, although the man already knew this. "My father left me a great deal of money. He was a very high-ranking general in the army."
He sipped his drink and leaned closer.
"I still have some of his uniforms home," he whispered. "They're quite effective to terrorize a humble subject."
Les laughed along with Luke knowingly. Luke seemed to take a shine to Les.
"You work here every night, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, that's right," Les replied. "I remember you were here the last time," said Luke.
"I remember you too," said Les. "You took care of that redheaded bully."
"Yes, I did," said Luke, sipping from his glass. "You seem to be pretty sharp. How would you like to go to a little party tonight? This place is dead."
"I have to stay until the owner comes," Les said.
"How long is that?"
"Just a few minutes, I hope," Les answered. "It's getting late."
"You'll enjoy the party, I'm sure," said Luke. "We are having a special show tonight."
Les was delighted. He had almost given up, but now the night lay before him and he expected it to prove to be an interesting one.
"I'd like to come along," Les said.
"Fine, we'll drive to my estate when you get off," said Luke. "I have my car here."
Les could hardly wait. Luke drank a great deal and inspected the crowd, but he too was disappointed. Les wondered what the special show would turn out to be. But he had faith in Luke and knew he wouldn't be disappointed.
Jamal was the largest man Les had ever seen. The black man stood behind Luke as if he were guarding him and did not touch a glass. Luke drank enough for both of them, however.
At last the owner arrived. Les bolted to the back room and grabbed his coat, then hurried outside to meet Luke. The man was pleased to see him at last and the three men walked out of the empty bar.
The car was almost a limousine, long and black and roomy inside. Jamal drove as Luke and Les sat in the spacious back seat.
"It's not too far," said Luke. "But very secluded."
"How did the party go the other night?" asked Les.
"Okay, I guess," replied the man. Les saw his jowls shaking as he spoke, and saw that the man was well over thirty.
"Tell me about yourself," said Luke.
Les explained to the man that he worked in the bar to pay his bills while trying to land a job as an actor. The city blocks passed, then the bridge, and finally the country fields as they left the city and hit the open road.
Luke told Les that he had lived on his estate ever since his fater had died and left it to him. Luke had gone into the army then, taking advantage of his father's esteem, and had been selected for the elite intelligence corps. There he had learned the latest in torture devices and interrogation procedures.
He explained that he even got a chance to put his knowledge to use in the army. But after his father died and he was released, he found he still craved to torture, to hear the screams of human pain and misery. He had moved to the house years ago and remained there ever since, except for his occasional trips to the city.
He had met Jamal in Africa, where he had been stationed just before his release. One night Jamal's parents were listed among the suspects of an upcoming revolution, and Luke had the job of rounding them up. Jamal had beaten three soldiers to death before Luke could subdue him with a tranquilizer gun and take him back to headquarters with his parents.
But Luke had seen the advantages of having such a brute in his control. He made the three, father, mother and Jamal, stand before him bound. They knew they faced the firing squad.
Luke related in great detail how he had watched them beg for their lives, but Jamal would not beg. He simply demanded that they be released, threatening to break the neck of the first man he could. He claimed no bullets could kill him.
Luke told him that he would never be given the chance of breaking anyone's neck, that he would be tied up and shot at his own convenience. Luke even went so far as to threaten to shoot him through the head right there, but even then, as Luke held the revolver to his temple, Jamal did not flinch.
This was a giant of a man, Luke decided. He had to spare him. He knew that even though he would not beg, he did not want to die, and more than anything wanted to spare his parents.
Luke took advantage of his weakness. He offered to release Jamal and imprison his parents, sparing them all the firing squad. But Jamal would have to be his slave. If ever word reached Jamal's government that Luke had been harmed or that Jamal had disappeared, then his parents would be exectuted immediately.
"The plan is foolproof," said Luke. "And Jamal knows it too."
"Yes, he certainly seems to be in your control," said Les.
Luke told Les that the black man would never do anything to displease him, and of course dreaded that something would happen to Luke and his parents would be killed. He cowered to Luke at first, but after a while he had come to like the man. Luke relied on Jamal for everything and never hurt the man. They were now friends, and Luke promised to order the release of his parents soon. After that Jamal would stay on as his servant, for the black man had fallen in love with Luke's luxurious life and the thrills Luke turned him on to in the estate.
"I have a whole house stocked with willing servants," said Luke. "Like the maids that are going to put on the show for us tonight."
"What's going on?" asked Les.
"You'll see when you get there," Luke smiled. "I'm sure you'll like our little maids."
Les loved the maids. They were two of the prettiest little bitches he had ever laid eyes on. Les was no more than five feet tall, and very thin. Les felt he could pick them up in his arms and crush them easily.
He met them at the door as he and Luke followed Jamal into the house. He had gotten a good look at the house and found it to be a veritable mansion. He had no idea just how many rooms could be scattered over the three stories.
Luke brought Les into a large sitting room and introduced the maids when they came in to serve drinks.
"These two girls were given to me by a dead Army friend of mine," said Luke. "This is Catherine and this is Damian. We call them Cat and Dame for brevity. Their father and I were good friends in France when we were stationed there. He and his wife were butchered in a small revolt and in his his dying words he asked me to take care of them." Luke laughed wildly. "I think I've done a fine job."
Cat was slightly shorter than Dame, but both girls were quite thin. Their hair was dark and their bodies had all the curves of a real piece of ass, Les noticed, staring at their round hips and the firm mounds of their breasts.
Luke and Jamal sat in the room, and Les noticed a number of other servants scurrying around on some job or other. But only the maids came into their room.
After they had a few drinks, Luke suggested that they begin the show. Les hadn't seen the maids in about ten minutes and he crooked his neck around every corner as he. looked for them on their way from the sitting room to some other room Luke promised would please Les.
The room was just great, Les thought There were uncomfortable cushions to sit on, a table to put drinks, plenty of pillows, and an entire wall filled with a large piece of glass looking into the next room, which appeared to be the bedroom.
"It's a two-way mirror," Luke explained. "On the other side's a mirror, and this side a glass window. Very convenient, don't you think?"
"Yeah, sure," said Les. "Who sleeps in there?"
"The maids, who else?" laughed Luke. "They're lesbians, and I decided to put this up to watch them make love every night. I just finished it yesterday and watched them last night. It was quite good. But they're enjoying themselves much to much here. I fear they need punishment."
"Yes," glowed Les, "they looked pretty loose to me."
"I can't tolerate it any more," complained Luke. "I've got to reestablish my discipline with those girls."
Les sat down between Luke and Jamal and waited for the girls to come in.
"They should be going to bed right about now," said Luke. "We'll give them a few minutes and then burst in."
Les gasped when the maids walked into the room and stripped. Their bodies were so smooth and so white, he couldn't believe it. Their tits quivered lightly as they stepped through the room, leaving their clothes on the chair and heading for the large double bed.
Cat climbed into bed first. Dame leaned down while standing on the side and they kissed on the lips. Cat's hand shot around Dame's neck. She pulled her down until she was sitting on the bed next to her, and their arms were locked tightly around one another's bodies.
Dame caressed Cat's neck, then slid her lips slowly down over her chest to her taut pink nipples. She sucked as Cat began moaning and moving her hips around in heat.
Dame moved further along the woman's thin pale body, pushing her legs apart and diving into her bush.
"They're hot tonight," muttered Luke, his eyes still glued on the glass.
Cat began to howl, and even though the glass they could hear their voices as Dame licked along her smooth white thighs and parted her pink lips with her fingers.
Dame bent down far and licked along Cat's cunt lips, catching her clit and moving right down under and along her slit to the crack of her ass, her finger probing for her asshole.
Cat pulled the other girl on top of her and parted her legs, then reached up and parted her cunt lips and licked into her snatch. Her clit was throbbing as Dame licked, and Cat found Dame's clit pulsing madly as her tongue shot deep into her cunt.
They were locked together on the bed, the mattress bouncing in time with their motions, their cries muffled by the cunt in front of their face, for both tongues were deep inside their sister's cunt
"I think they're just about ready," said Luke. "Jamal, get the chains."
The black man obeyed without a word. Luke was on his feet as he waited to spring, watching the girls. They were still rising toward their climax, swirling their hips around madly and sucking viciously into each other's cunt.
Les could hardly wait to burst in with the men and help punish the girls. They would make such perfect victims. He could feel his cock swollen and bent inside his tight pants.
Jamal returned and Luke hurried out of the room, down the hall and into the next room with a crashing burst through the door.
They both screamed, but Luke dived on them before they could disengage. He held them pinned down until Jamal could chain them together.
Luke stepped back to inspect the job. It was good, and the girls were helplessly chained together, tightly pressed up against one another, head on thigh.
"Let us out," Cat cried.
"What's going on?" asked Dame.
"It's time for a little punishment," said Luke. "You two have been getting a little too friendly."
"We're sisters," said Cat.
"Shut up," said Luke.
"But Luke, please," said Cat.
Luke was furious. He had been disobeyed. "Jamal!" he screamed. "Beat them."
Jamal pulled off a thick leather belt he had wrapped around his pants, a heavy metal buckle at one end. He wrapped the buckle around his wrist and lashed down on them with the leather tip, slicing across Dame's back hard. A loud crack echoed through the bedroom.
The girl on top screamed, and Cat trembled visibly underneath. Luke flipped them on their sides so that they would both feel the lash.
Jamal wound up and lashed again. Les could almost feel the sting of the leather himself as the powerful man lashed down with all his might and the black strap whipped across their sides. When he pulled back there were two red welts on their bodies deep and bright red.
Les could hardly contain himself. He longed to join in and lash them, and feared he would lose control and dive on them with his own belt.
Luke watched in delight as the huge black man lashed again, catching them on the thighs and then again on the sides. Their skin was raw and bruised and they both sobbed and then screamed loudly each time the lash came down.
"Stop it!" howled Cat "Stop it please."
Jamal switched the belt so that the buckle side was dangling. Then he whipped them once with the heavy metal end and caught them on the ass. Both girls screamed so terribly that Les thought they would pass out.
Luke was tittering with glee as he stared at the two helpless women. Their white smooth bodies were now welted and red, and tears of pain ran down their soft red cheeks. Les fingered his belt as he watched the black man lash out again.
This time the buckle caught them on the neck and they howled in mortal agony. Cat almost passed out and Dame shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Les ripped off his belt and ran at them. He could hardly think or see straight. His cock was throbbing wildly and he longed to lash at them with all his might.
He reeled back and lashed, and the tip of the leather cracked down on their bodies. They screamed in terror as they saw a second man joining in the beating.
Luke was aghast as he saw Les whipping his maids. Rage filled his face and he shrieked at Jamal.
"Stop him, stop him!" he howled.
The black man ran at Les, but Les was so occupied with the maids he didn't see him coming. Just as Les' belt caught them again on the waist, slicing through their soft white skin and leaving two more red welts, Jamal grabbed him around the stomach and picked him right off the ground.
Les felt himself suddenly picked up and hurled across the room. He crashed into the wall and fell to his knees, then felt everything go black for a second as he crumpled to the ground.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Luke standing over him, glaring down at him in rage.
"How dare you beat my maids," he screamed. 'That's for me and Jamal to do and you to watch. You fool. Now you're going to get the same treatment."
A bolt of fear flashed through Les' body as he realized that with Jamal on his side, Luke could do anything he wanted to Les and Les would be unable to fight back.
Jamal stood behind Luke, his dark eyes gleaming. Luke was furious. The leather belt still swung from Jamal's hand.
"Tie him up," shouted Luke.
Jamal came at Les, and he fought back as best he could, swinging his arms and kicking with his legs. But the black man was too much for him, and easily grabbed him around the waist again.
Les went into the air and saw the room swirl around in front of him. Jamal was holding him above his head and spinning him, about to throw him into the wall.
"No, no!" shrieked Les. "Don't, please."
He spun around until he was dizzy, then felt himself sailing through the air until he crashed hard into the wall. He fell to the ground like a sack of flour.
He passed out for a few minutes from the blow and the shock. When he awoke he found himself bound. Luke was watching as Jamal completed the job.
Suddenly Les noticed he was no longer in the same room. He was in a darker room without furniture, with cold stone walls and no rug on the floor. He felt his hand tied up high on the wall, bound by tight knots around his wrist.
He kicked his legs at Jamal as the black man started to bind his feet, and caught him squarely in the chest The man didn't flinch, instead he punched Les in the stomach.
Although the black man had not struck Les with half of his full might, Les gasped and felt the air shoot right out of him. He fought for breath as Luke howled with laughter.
"You'll learn not to fool with Jamal," Luke laughed.
Les fought madly for his breath, hoping that the black man would not punch him again. There was no use, he could never hope to escape as long as Jamal helped Luke.
Jamal bound his feet to the wall, legs apart. His crotch was spread open and his arms were held high, unable to protect his body.
"Strip him," barked Luke.
Jamal had to release Les' legs and let them dangle freely to slip his pants off. He removed his shirt and briefs and then tied him back to the wall.
"I'm sorry," said Les. "I just couldn't help it. Please let me down."
"You have to learn your lesson first," said Luke. "You had no right to strike my maids. They're my property and now you are too."
"Will you let me go?" asked Les, terror seeping through his body and draining him of all strength.
"Sure, when I'm finished with you," said Luke. "You look very tired. Perhaps we can perk you up a bit."
Luke chuckled at his own remark, and stepped back to let Jamal take over.
"Soften him up a bit," Luke told the black man.
Jamal lashed with the leather tip of the belt, slicing it over Les' stomach and sending a sharp bolt of pain through his whole body. He looked down and saw a large welt on his belly.
He howled in pain as Jamal's belt caught his scrotum, which was twisted severly by the long hard lash. He struggled to free himself but the ropes held him tight to the wall.
His cock was limp and dangled from his crotch. His erection had wilted at the first lash. He wanted to close his legs to protect his balls but his legs were far apart and held tight to the wall.
He noticed for the first time that the lesbians were in the room. He assumed they had been carried there by Jamal while Les was unconscious. They were still bound, and both of their heads were turned toward fees-. They both smiled as they saw the man get his beating.
Jamal lashed again, again and again. Les screamed for mercy as the leather bit into his skin and left it raw and red. A thin trickle of blood dripped from his belly and ran down toward his crotch.
"Stop it," said Les. "Please Luke, make him stop."
Jamal lashed again and the leather tip sliced right across Les' face. He felt the crisp hide dig into his cheek and then rip it open. He howled in terror and pain.
"No, stop it, I can't take it," he screamed.
"But you make your victims beg for mercy," said Luke. "Isn't that right?"
"Please let me go," repeated Les, feeling a trickle of blood on his bruised cheek.
"Beg me," said Luke, beaming with delight.
"No, don't make me," said Les.
"I said: Beg me," shrieked Luke. Jamal raised the belt again to lash him.
"I beg you!" screamed Les, "don't beat me. I'm begging, please, let me go."
"Tell me you're a vicious swine," said Luke. "Tell me what you know you are."
"I'm no good," blurted Les. "I'm vicious and cruel and I want to beat those girls until they scream for mercy."
"That's it," said Luke. 'Tell me more."
"I'd like to torture those girls," he went on, only too eager to appease Luke, "I'm a mean pig and I deserve all I get."
"That's just what I think," said Luke. "Lash him, Jamal."
"Oh no," shrieked Les, but it was too late. The leather tip sliced across his shoulder and dug into his sore flesh. He screamed again and hoped that Jamal would not switch to the metal buckle.
"Please, that's enough," Les whimpered.
"But we're only starting," said Luke. "I think you need more to perk you up. I think I have just the right thing, too. I'm sure you'll get a charge out of it."
He sent Jamal off to fetch something. While he was gone Les begged Luke to let him down.
"Please, you don't know how it hurts," said Les. "Can't you let me down? You have the maids to torture."
"But I can torture those bitches any time I want," said Luke. 'They can never leave. They depend on me to live, just like Jamal. But you'll be gone in the morning."
Jamal returned with a strange looking rod that had a long cord and plug on the end.
"What's that?" asked Les, his voice quivering with terror.
"Too bad you weren't brought up in the country," chuckled Luke. 'Then you might know what it is."
Jamal handed him the rod.
"This is a useful device for getting cattle where you want them," said Luke. "It's called a cattle prod. It sends enough electricity through the tip to give those cows a nice little jolt and send them on their way. Of course, since you're a lot smaller than a cow, you'll get a bigger charge out of it."
Les understood, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"You can't do that to me," he howled. "Don't do it, Luke, I beg you, don't do it."
Luke plugged the prod into the wall and watched it pick up juice. He placed the top against a sweater lying nearby and saw the sweater get sucked up like a vacuum cleaner.
"It's working fine," laughed Luke.
The man came at Les, and the bound man shrieked in horror.
"Now, now," said Luke, "I haven't even touched you yet."
"Don't come near me with that thing," begged Les.
The man reached out and held the rod in front of Les' face. Les stared at it and saw the tip glowing red.
"Please," he begged, almost fainting in fright. "Don't touch me."
The man moved the rod down to Les' balls and again held it teasingly a few inches away.
"Oh shit, not there," screamed Les.
Luke moved it to his nipple and slowly jabbed it toward Les. As the tip stuck his nipple he felt an indescribable bolt of pain shoot through his whole body and rattle the teeth in his mouth. He couldn't scream, for the jolt took his breath away and left him panting when Luke removed the prod.
He gasped for breath as Luke laughed. The pain was still in his nipple and his body trembled in agony. He hoped with all his soul that the man would not touch him again with the rod.
Luke waited until Les caught his breath. Les looked and saw the lesbians laughing and Jamal standing nearby, hands clasped together in patient watching. Luke stared at Les with a wide smile across his face.
He held the rod out to Les again.
"Please, I'll do anything, but don't touch me again, please don't," pleaded Les, gathering just enough breath to get it all out.
Luke howled in mirth and held the rod an inch from Les' cock. Les was afraid to look and closed his eyes.
Luke pressed the tip against Les' balls and Les shook as if he was in the electric chair. His body rattled with pain and his breath shot out of his gut. He trembled violently even after the prod was removed.
The jolt shot through his body and the pain tore apart his balls. The agony was so great that for one second Les wished he didn't have any balls. Anything would have been better than the agony of the prod.
Luke reached out again and touched Les' balls with the tip. Les screamed at the top of his lungs and wanted to die.
Before he could catch his breath, Luke thrust the prod on his limp cock and the jolt stiffened it in the quickest erection Les had ever seen. The cock pained through and through, from head to root, and his balls too, reverberated galvanically, his abdomen, groin and thighs and asshole quivered in deep agony. He heard his voice shrieking and his body trembling, and then a deep faint swept across his mind. He fought hard but just as the prod touched his cock again he went out. The last thing he remembered was the pain of the prod on his cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
Les woke up in a strange alley. He opened his eyes and looked around. He had no idea where he was, and a pain still lingered around his balls.
He tried to get to his feet, but his body was sore. Where the hell am I, he wondered. How did I get here? The last thing he remembered, as he thought back, was being tied to the wall in Luke's estate and feeling the torment of the cattle prod on his cock and balls.
He had been tossed in an alley. As he looked around he thought the alley looked familiar. He reached into his pocket to see if his money had been stolen and found a note.
Just as he was pulling the note out of his pocket, he suddenly realized where he was. He was in the alley of the Silver Spur. Sure, why not, he thought. That was the only place Luke could dump him, for he didn't know where Les lived.
He read the note. It had been put in his pocket by Luke, and explained everything. He learned that after he had passed out Jamal had given him an injection to make sure he would stay unconscious. Then they had thrown him in the car and brought him back to the city.
He learned that Luke planned on seeing him again. But he warned that Les had better obey him or else feel the tip of the prod again. He wanted Les to be in his control, too.
Les was enraged, but knew he would have to obey. He had no one who could help him against Jamal and Luke. If they wanted to get him again, they could just grab him as he left the bar after work and take him to the estate.
The thought of feeling the prod again terrified Les and made him shudder. He knew he would do anything to avoid that torment.
Luke explained that even though he had tortured Les, he had found him interesting and liked him. He would reward him some day by letting him assist in a torture, Luke promised in his note.
Les pulled himself together and climbed to his feet. It was early morning and he had a splitting headache from the drug and from the pain of the previous night. He staggered through the alley hoping he would not faint on his way to the bus stop.
Every time he thought about Luke and Jamal and the cattle prod, he shuddered in fright. He would do anything in the world to escape that torment. He had never imagined torture so cruel and painful, and wondered why he had never thought of it. He longed on one hand to torture someone as he had been tortured, and on the other hand to stay away from the prod, for he feared the sight of it would make him faint.
He managed to get to the bus stop and jump aboard. As soon as he reached home, he fell asleep and woke up just in time for work.
I wonder if Luke will show up tonight, he thought as he entered the bar that night. It was already crowded, and the bartender he replaced told him it was a wild crowd. But after the previous night Les was ready for anything.
He found that the nap refreshed him, and he was wide awake as he took over. The pain was gone and he found his balls and cock undamaged by the prod.
He mixed drinks furiously, trying to keep up with the customers. There were quite a few men there that night and they were chasing women all over. There were a few lesbians and they continually fought off the men with insults.
Les saw Ernst, but the photographer was busy with a girl he planned on taking to his studio. He asked Les if he wanted to come along, but Les replied he had other plans. He didn't know exactly what they were, but was sure something would happen that night.
He saw a great deal of leather that night. There was also a man dressed from head to toe in silk, black sheer silk that stretched from his shoulders down to his ankles. He was pursued by man and woman alike.
Les worked feverishly for a few hours, longing for a break. But the crowd was too wild. He noticed a familiar dyke drinking alone on the side, and wanted to chat with her, but couldn't spare the time. He remembered her name was Donna, and made a note to speak with her some time. He had longed to see her screaming at the end of his whip for a long time.
Just as Les was about to take a quick breather, noticing that all the customers were satisfied, the door swung open and Les groaned, expecting another customer that would demand his services.
He was delighted to see it was Lalia. He had forgotten all about her. She looked behind the bar and waved over the heads of the crowd when he saw her.
He was not the only one to notice her. In fact, every man in the bar saw her and turned his head as she strode to the bar. Her long, thin legs were exposed under a very short skirt, and her ample tits bobbed on her chest under a thin white sweater.
Her face was painted thick with a shiny make-up and her lips were bright red, matching her nails on both hands and her small feet, which were sheathed in sandals.
She came around to the side of the bar and leaned over to chat with Les, who hurried down to grab her before another guy made an attempt.
"I gave up," he said. "I didn't think you were coming."
"I couldn't make it until tonight," she smiled. "How are you?"
"I haven't been looking for a job," said Les. "I've been busy. Any luck?"
"No, no luck at all," she sighed. "That's why I'm here. .Did you hear anything further about the man who was going to give you a job?"
Les suddenly remembered the details of the story he had told Lalia. He decided to go along with the he.
"Yes, and he might stop in tonight," said Les. "I'm not sure, of course."
"That's great," she said. "I'll hang around."
"Fine," said Les, glancing down at her firm tits under the white sweater. He was sure she was not wearing a bra.
"Of course, I can't guarantee anything," said the man.
"I understand that," she said. "All I want you to do is introduce me and tell him about me.
"I don't even know if I can do that," bed Les. "You see, I don't know him that well, and I can't just walk up to him and tell him I have still another person who wants a job."
"Just walk up to him and tell him I want to give him a blow-job," she said. "I'll take care of the rest."
"But what's in it for me?" Les asked with a sly smile.
"Fix things up for me and I'll give you the best fuckin' blow-job you've ever had," she whispered, also smiling.
Les felt his cock rising at the very word. He stared at her bright red full lips and imagined them sliding down his stiff cock, licking at his balls. He had to think of something to get her to do it. Perhaps Ernst could pose as the director that was supposedly going to give him the job, but he didn't know if he was still around.
Les was just looking for Ernst and about to give up, as Lalia licked her lips to tease him, when the door opened and Luke strutted in. Of course, Jamal came in right behind him.
Les felt his knees go weak as he saw the man. He was afraid that perhaps they had come back to get him and continue the torture. Perhaps the maids had talked him into it.
Lalia looked at Luke without really noticing him, but her eyes immediately were glued on Jamal.
"Who's that?" she asked. "I bet he's really got what it takes."
Before Les could answer, Luke called him aside. Les obeyed right away.
"What's going on tonight?" asked Luke. "Oh, by the way, sorry about that last night."
Les found he could hardly speak. Luke noticed this and he smiled warmly, or at least as warmly as he could.
"Don't worry about it," said Luke. "As long as you do what I say, you won't have to go through that again."
Luke glanced around and Les saw that his eyes fell on Lalia. An idea entered Les' mind.
"Listen," he whispered, pulling Luke nearer, "how would you like some real action? I mean, with a great piece of ass?"
"I'm listening," replied Luke.
"See that bitch?" Les continued, pointing to Lalia, who was drinking in the admiring glances of the men in the bar. "Well, I know a way we can get her to your place."
"Shit, that bitch is a fine work of nature," drooled Luke. "I sure could love digging into her ass. Keep talking."
"All you have to do is play along with my scheme," Les said. "That bitch will do anything for a job as an actress. I'll introduce you as a director that's supposed to give me a job. She already promised to do anything for me and you. Then you can invite us to your estate after work. She'll come."
"I bet she will," chortled Luke. "So will I."
"It's all settled, then?"
"Go ahead and tell her," added Luke.
Les walked back to Lalia, and the blonde smiled as he bent over to whisper.
"Don't say anything to anybody," he said, "but that's the guy over there now. He's a famous director. I'll introduce you now if you want."
"Are you kidding? Let's go," she blurted out.
"This is Mr. Lucas," lied Les. "This is Lalia I was just telling Mr. Lucas you wanted a job, and he said he might be interested."
"Tell me more about yourself," said Luke.
Lalia looked at Les first and whispered in his ear.
"Did you tell him I would give him a blow-job?"
"How else do you think I got him to talk to you?" Les laughed.
Les left the couple, with Jamal standing right behind, and went back to work. He knew that they would get along just fine, and only hoped they would wait for him.
He watched Lalia out of the corner of his eye as she talked with the man. He saw her licking her lips teasingly in front of the man and sitting high up on the barstool, to pull her skirt up her leg. That bitch, thought Les, she'll get everything that's coming to her.
He tried to think of what he could do to her. He looked around the bar for ideas. He saw a man with chains, and thought about beating her with chains. No, that wouldn't do. He saw a man with silk, and thought about dressing in silk and beating her, but that too did not interest him. No, he would leave it up to Luke.
Then he started thinking about Lalia, and how she was like him. They were both looking for a job, and both would do anything to get it. Why should he blame her? She had been honest and told him just the way she felt. She didn't act catty or tease him like the others. She just came right out and told him she would suck him off if he did her a favor. It was a fair deal. Perhaps I did something rash, he thought.
He feared they would hurt her. He decided he just had to go along with them to make sure they didn't go overboard. It would be hard to stop once they got going on her, for she was most likely the finest-looking woman that ever stepped inside Luke's house. But how could Les stop them? He could only watch. Perhaps it's better if I don't go, he thought. At least I won't have to watch them torture her.
He decided that he would leave whenever they left, even if it meant losing his job. But as he was working feverishly behind the counter, the owner showed up early. He explained that he would take over, since he wanted to close the bar early that night. Les was delighted.
He told Luke that he was off, and they all left in the limousine. Of course Lalia was quite impressed, and was all over Luke in the back. Les could see a deep hatred welling up in Luke, and pitied the girl.
Lalia was very impressed by the grandeur of the house. Luke politely took her coat and showed her into the sitting room, and Cat and Dame brought drinks for the three. Jamal sat nearby watching, but did not drink.
Luke grabbed Les aside during the conversation;
"Listen," he said, "go with Jamal and hell show you to the room with the mirror. I'm going to let her suck me to get things going."
Les waited a few minutes and then excused himself. He could see that Lalia was anxious to be alone with Luke anyway.
Jamal showed him into the room and they sat right next to the window. The bed in the room next door had been moved close to the glass, and they would be able to watch every detail of Lalia's work.
After a few minutes, Lalia and Luke entered the room. She looked slightly drunk, but Les suspected that she was acting. Women always act drunk when they think they're going to do something for a man. That way they don't have to accept full responsibility for their deeds.
Luke sat on the bed and Lalia smiled warmly at him. It appeared that they had already arranged everything. The man expected a blow-job, and the woman expected to give it to him.
Lalia pushed him back on the bed. Luke sprawled out and she ran her hand over his chest, then under his shirt in front and over the hairy chest.
Jamal watched as if he wasn't interested, but Les watched eagerly. Perhaps, he hoped, the woman would satisfy him and he wouldn't want to beat her. But he wasn't sure if Luke could be satisfied with normal sex. Maybe he would still have to torture her to get excited.
Lalia pulled the man's shirt off. Les saw her lips shining as she caressed his nipples and stroked his neck. Luke lay back with his eyes closed, occasionally peeking to. watch her work.
She ran her hand along his thighs and into his crotch. He spread his legs and she pulled down his zipper slowly, then undid the snap. Luke's pants fell apart and she pulled them down over his thighs, exposing the skin inch by inch.
Lalia rubbed the bulge of his cock. Les could see that it was stiff, and felt his own cock swelling as he imagined himself in Luke's place.
Lalia slid the pants down and off, then tugged on his briefs. He rose to let her slip them down. Lalia ran her hands all over his nude body, under his armpits and down along his side to his thighs, then down to his knees. Then she moved to the inside of his thighs and up to his stiff cock.
Les saw his cock was long and fat, deeply imbedded with bulging veins. The head was gigantic, and his balls hung far below his cock, heavy and loose.
She ran up to the cock and then back, teasing him. She would pay for that later, Les thought. Then she slid back and finally grabbed the cock, holding it tight in her painted hand and rubbing the swollen cap.
Luke lay still as she worked. She kissed his nipples and then licked from his chest down to his thigh, avoiding his cock. Then she held the rod straight up in the air and kissed the head, but quickly returned to the nipples again.
She began stroking the cock. She gripped it in both hands and pulled the loose skin up over the stiff pole to the head, rubbing the head on the rim with the tips of her fingers.
Luke reached out and grabbed her bobbing tits. He ripped off her blouse without getting up and Les gasped to see her firm white tits, the large nipples erect and long. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, and her belly trim and flat.
He slipped his hand under her pants and down into her crotch, and she immediately stood up to strip. Luke opened his eyes for the show, thinking how much she was arousing Les right in the next room.
Slowly ani teasingly she stripped, pulling the pants down inch by inch until her long thighs were revealed, her panties black and sheer, her bush bulging out underneath.
Les thought how foolish she was. She didn't realize she would pay dearly for every second of torture she put Luke through. Why didn't she just go down on him and get it over with?
She slowly pulled down her panties over her thighs and exposed her bush, dense and light and glistening with sweat. Her cunt lips were wet and shiny underneath the hair, and her buttocks were quivering with every move she made.
She stepped out of her panties and stood nude over the man. He lay back and she dropped to her knees on the bed, grabbing his cock and holding it straight up.
She bent down and licked around the head, then placed her lips around the cap and plunged to the root. In one quick slide, Les saw the long thick rod disappear into her mouth, slipping between her red lips.
When she rose to the head and licked around the rim, the staff was wet with her saliva. She kissed the cap again and plunged once more to the root, lapping out with her tongue and catching the man's balls with the tip.
Les knew he would have been coming in her hot mouth by then, but Luke hardly moved. His hips were still and he did not open his eyes. Les feared he was not satisfied.
Lalia rose and plunged again, leaving his cock wet and hot. Her red lipstick coated his staff and his head was very wet and shiny.
She grabbed his balls in her mouth and sucked, swallowing the hanging sac. Then she licked along the seam of his cock right up to the head, swirled her tongue around the cap again and plunged down to the root.
Suddenly, Luke bolted upright and pushed her away. He grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her up from the bed. Then he slapped her across the face so hard that Les heard the crack in the other room.
The woman fell backwards on the bed and glared at Luke in horror. But he grabbed her again and slapped her. even harder. Les could hear him cursing her violently.
Luke punched her in the gut and she doubled over in pain trying to catch her breath.
"Jamal," called out Luke, "Jamal, Jamal! Come here."
Jamal ran into the room and Les followed. They found the girl still lying on the floor, clutching her belly. Luke was furious.
"I'll beat the shit out of that bitch," he screamed. "Tie her up."
Jamal grabbed her and picked her up. "Bring her to the gym," said Luke.
Les followed them down the hall and into a small room equipped for gymnastics. Pulleys and ropes hung from the ceiling.
"Tie her up," screamed Luke, still fuming. The nude girl was just catching her breath and her eyes met Les'. She seemed to be asking him what was going on with her eyes, and Les could only glare back. She trembled with terror and wonder.
There were a number of ropes with hoops at the end, like the kind found in any school gym. They could be used for pull-ups, but Luke had other ideas.
"Tie her up to these," he said, showing Jamal the hoops.
He held her in one hand as he slipped her ankles through one hoop, then her wrists through another. When the black man let go of the woman, she hung helplessly in mid-air.
Luke stood back to inspect the work.
"Fine," he said. "Now we'll see what we can do."
He left the room still nude and Jamal fetched a paddle to beat her. She howled in fear as she looked at Les.
"What's going on here?" she cried. "I didn't do anything. I'm not that type. I don't do this. Didn't you tell him?"
"I had nothing to do with it," Les replied.
"Bullshit, you fucking bastard!" she shouted.
Les was furious, but still wished Luke would spare the girl. But he came running back in with leather pants on and sat down right under her face, which was pointing downward as she hung.
Jamal began to paddle her ass. Les heard the sharp crack of the wood against her soft white cheeks, and saw the red marks each paddle left.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Please don't!"
Jamal paddled her again and again as Luke sat right under her face and started to pull off his leather pants.
Luke stripped off the pants and Les saw his cock even stiffer than before. Yes, Les thought, only brutality could arouse the man.
Luke told Jamal to lower the woman slightly. The black man lowered her until her mouth was lower than Luke's stiff cock, which he held straight up in the air.
"Lower," said Luke, "I want her to swallow it all."
By the time Jamal finished her lips were touching Luke's cock. Luke thrust his cock in her face and she turned away in disgust.
Luke slapped her one cheek, swinging her one way, then slapped her on the other cheek. Her face was as red as a beet, and she cried, breaking down and letting the tears flow down her cheeks.
Les watched the girl swinging and saw how helpless she was. He could kick her in the face and she could do nothing. He found his cock stiff and pulsing under his pants, but had learned his lesson well enough the first time not to butt in.
Luke thrust his cock into her face again and it slipped between her lips. He could slip it in to the hilt without raising his hips, and if he moved slightly the long cock would bore into her throat.
"Raise and lower her," Luke ordered.
Jamal held the ropes around her wrists and picked them up and dropped them slowly. As he did so her face was lifted and her mouth was pulled over the staff.
He raised her body until her lips were around his head. Then he lowered her again to the root, her lips pressed hard against Luke's bush and her face contorted in pain and disgust as the cock slipped down her throat.
Jamal continued pulling her up and down as Luke thrust in the opposite direction with his hips. The cock was wet and glistened with her sweat as her mouth surrounded the staff and licked over the head.
Luke pumped hard into her mouth. Les knew that the rod was boring deep into her mouth every time Jamal let her down and Luke thrust up. He could almost feel her hot mouth and wet lips on his own staff, his head slipping far down into her throat and his balls caressed by her lips.
Luke pumped fast with his hips.
"Faster," he shouted at Jamal.
The black man began raising her and lowering her very quickly, and the girl's face was red as her mouth was filled by Luke's cock. Les suspected the Luke was about to come.
"Faster," he shouted.
Once again Jamal quickened the pace, her lips flashed over his cock with lightning speed, and the man thrust his hips up at her as fast as he could as his cock swelled with gism in her mouth.
Her mouth had just reached the top of his pole and was plunging down again when the man shot his first spurt. The hot come lapped into her mouth in huge globs, and Jamal continued moving her until Luke started to slow down. He slipped his cock out, but it spurt one more time, slapping her in the face.
Jamal stopped moving her and Luke lay out under her.
"That was fine," he said. "Now lick it off."
Lalia spat at the man's cock, and Luke's face flushed red with rage. He slapped her harder than ever on the face and the force of the blow swung her wildly on the ropes.
"I said lick it off," he shrieked.
She lapped at his cock and cleaned off the caked come. His cock had been thick with come and her saliva, and he made her keep on licking until it sparkled clean. Then he made her turn to his balls and clean them.
"That's fine job," Luke said. "But I'm afraid you're not through yet. You should have been sweeter to me. Now you'll have to pay."
The girl was crying as she swung back and forth. Luke put his foot in her neck and pushed her with a kick of the leg. She swung helplessly.
"I'm dizzy," she whined, "let me down."
Luke pushed her again, and then as she swung back he readied a mighty blow and crashed into her face with his closed fist. She was knocked out immediately.
Jamal cut her down and she hit the floor like dead weight. Blood trickled from her mouth, and Les saw the deep red fluid flowing between her red lips. His cock was so stiff it hurt him now.
He wanted to help Luke now. He couldn't resist. As he saw her lying helplessly he felt sorry for her, but he knew the only thing that could release his tension was a good beating. But of course he could not interfere unless Luke invited him.
Jamal tied her to a wall, hands behind her back and feet tight against the wall. She was still unconscious, and as they carried her Les saw her ass was still red.
There were hooks in the wall, and Jamal ran a rope through them and around her body. He tangled up her arms and bound her feet very tightly as Luke watched in pleasure.
When Jamal had finished they all stared at Lalia. The beautiful girl still looked quite foxy, after Jamal had rubbed the blood off her lips. Her blonde bush was still wet and yet to be explored.
Luke pulled up his leather pants tight around his fat waist and laughed at her.
"You teased me didn't you, you fuckin' bitch," he laughed, even thought she was still unconscious.
Jamal left the room, and Luke turned to Les.
"How would you like to get in the action?" he asked.
"I guess I would," Les stammered.
"You've learned your lesson," Luke said. "Wait a little while longer, if you can, and maybe I'll give you a chance."
Jamal returned with a pail of ice cold water.
"Give it to her now," said Luke.
The black man tossed the icy water on her nude body, and she woke with a scream. Her whole body trembled in the shock of the ice water.
"Shut up," said Luke, slapping her face. "I don't want to hear you scream again."
The girl was weak and still shook from the cold water. She was terrified of further punishment.
"Please let me go," she said. "I'll give you another blow job, just let me go."
Les thought how ridiculous her pleas were. He thought back to how he too had pleaded with Luke when he was in her place. What a fool, he thought Luke is a cruel savage who would never listen to pleas. In fact, it makes him more furious.
"Please." she went on, "I beg you, don't beat me any more."
Les thought she was making a fool out of herself, and felt a deep rage building up against her. Why doesn't she shut up. If she doesn't stop soon, I'm going to suggest the cattle prod to Luke. How would she like that on her nipple, he wondered.
"I said shut up," Luke said.
"Please," she babbled, "don't hurt me."
"Shut up!" barked Luke, slapping her face again. Her neck was almost snapped by the force of the blow, and her head dropped to her shoulder in shame.
"Get the string," said Luke.
Jamal went to a closet and came back with two small strings, both thin but very strong.
"You know what to do with them," said Luke.
The black man went to the bound girl and rubbed her nipple. She writhed as best she could and sent a blood-curdling scream through the small gym as the huge black man caressed her nipples, massaging them until they were erect.
She wept bitterly as he worked the nipples up. When they were fully taut, he wrapped the string around the nipple. He had tied the end of the string into a small loop, and he pulled the loop closed around her nipple until it was attached firmly, pressing the pink flesh tightly together in pain and pushing it out from her firm white tit.
She howled as the man worked the other nipple up and tied the loop to it. By the time he finished the two strings were tied to the nipples at the one end and the other end dangled over her nude body.
Luke picked up the end of the string. Les felt his cock throbbing so wildly that he thought he would scream. Jamal stood back and allowed Luke free rein.
Luke began pulling the string until it was taut and was just beginning to pull the nipple out from her tits. As they were stretched her whole tit was pulled out in an oblong shape. He stopped before it began to hurt her too much.
"Now beg for release," said Luke.
Les laughed when he heard her begging. She doesn't realize how foolish she is. Begging isn't going to do her any good, it will only make the man enjoy torturing her more.
Les longed to assist the man. He stood nearby ready to pounce as soon as he got the word from Luke.
"Please," she cried, "I'm begging you. Don't do it."
"Tell me what a fuckin' creep you are," said Luke.
"Please, don't hurt me," said the girl.
"I said tell me what you are," shouted Luke, pulling the string tighter.
The girl winced in pain and began shouting.
"I'm a whore and a bitch and I'll do anything to get ahead," she cried.
"More, more," Luke said.
"I'm no good," she screamed, "I'm no fuckin' good."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to get out of here."
"No, tell me you want to get beaten. Tell me you want my cock," Luke screamed.
"I want it, I want it," she howled. "I want it all, I want it down my throat and I want it in my cunt, I want you to punish me and beat the daylights out of me, please do it."
Luke pulled the string tight and she screamed in agony as it stretched her tit out to the fullest. Les could see her face contorted in pain and longed to help Luke.
Luke pulled on her tit until it was long and thin, the nipple stretched out by the string. Then Luke let go and stepped back.
"Go to it," he told Les.
Les ran at her and grabbed the strings. He saw Lalia's face fill with terror as she saw her friend about to torture her.
Les pulled the string until the tit was all the way out Luke bent down at her legs and fingered her cunt, parting her cunt lips and rubbing the clit. Then he let go and prepared to dive into her bush as Les stretched her tits out as far as they would go with the strings.
Les was still pulling on the string and stretching out her tits as Luke dove into her bush and bit hard. He dug his teeth into her skin on the lips of her cunt and bit hard, then pulled his mouth up to pull her blonde hair. She screamed in pain as she felt the man pulling on her bush and Les stretching her tits, but then the pain became too much and she passed out.
Les ripped off his clothes and plunged his cock into her cunt. This was the ultimate fuck, he thought. This was total submission. The girl was unconscious.
He slipped it in hard and felt the warmth of her body around his cock. He pumped in hard and fast as Luke and Jamal watched. They could see his balls swinging as he fucked the bound girl, bouncing her body back off the wall with the force of each thrust.
His cock made a loud wet noise as it slipped in and out. He felt the gism rising quickly to his staff and pumped with all his might.
Les began to moan as her warm cunt wet his cock and his balls swung madly against his thighs and against her bush. He could feel the softness of her bush against his as his cock was buried to the hilt at the end of each thrust.
Les stopped pumping just before he came and pulled out his cock. He wanted more than this. He looked at her lovely white body and had an idea.
Her head was not bound, and he pulled it out from the wall. Then he pulled himself up with the ropes and sat on her shoulders, his bush right in her face. He opened her mouth and slipped his cock into the warmth.
"Bravo!" said Luke.
Les thrust the cock in and out of her mouth. She could not gag as he bore into her throat, her head tight against his bush and his balls on her nude white shoulders. His ass was just above her tits and touched them every few strokes.
Again the gism entered his staff. He pumped in and out fast and his staff drove far down her mouth. He could feel her tongue on the head of his cock and then the wet warmth of her throat as the cock slipped through her mouth and down her gullet.
His cock swelled with gism and he screamed like a bird as the first spurt shot into her throat. If she were awake she would not have tasted the come, for it shot right down her throat without touching her tongue.
The second spurt licked into her mouth, the third dribbled onto her tongue. Les pulled his cock out from between her lips and let the final spurts slap against her face. One caught her in the eye and stayed there, another wet her cheeks.
He emptied his balls and Jamal helped him off her shoulders.
"That was great," said Luke. "I didn't give you credit for so much imagination."
"It sure was great," said Les.
The girl was still unconscious. Jamal threw another pail of cold water on her, and she screamed as she woke up.
She was relieved to see the men standing away from her, but then tasted the come on her lips and tongue.
"What have you done?" she shrieked. "What the fuck have you done to me?"
"Shut her up," said Luke.
Jamal walked over and pulled on the string as hard as he could. Her tits stretched out and her nipples were pulled like elastic, until Les thought they would rip right off. As he did this Jamal reached down and grabbed her clit, pinching it hard with his fingers. She screamed wildly in pain as her tender clit was brutalized, then passed out again.
"That's all there is to it," Luke said. "We found that out in class. The human body has a defense mechanism against pain. The sufferer will pass out if the pain gets too intense as long as there is no real danger to the body."
"We had problems with that," Luke went on. "We found that our victims would pass out before we could interrogate them. We couldn't figure out what to do."
"I understand," said Les. "Did you hit upon anything?"
"Besides cold water, there wasn't much else," replied Luke. "But we found the victim was even more vulnerable to torture after he had been rudely woken by the ice water."
"I see," said Les. "Well, are you going to wake her up?"
"No, well dump her just like she is," replied Luke.
Les stared again at her body, tied and bound to the wall. Her tits were still proud after the stretching, pointing out firmly from her chest. Her bush was damaged by the teeth of Luke, but her cunt lips were still red and wet.
"Jamal, give her a shot," ordered Luke.
The black man left the room, and Luke resumed his discussion.
"Where can we bring her?" he asked.
"I don't know where she lives," said Les.
"Can we bring her to the bar?" asked Luke.
"No, I wouldn't suggest it."
"Why not?" Luke asked. "That's the only place I can mink of."
"I don't want to get mixed up with her after this is over. She'll be furious."
"That's true," said Luke. "Do you think she'll do anything?"
"Just leave a note in her pocket," Les smiled.
"That was pretty effective, wasn't it?" Luke chuckled.
"It sure was," Les replied.
"Okay, but where can we dump the bitch?" Luke asked again.
"I've got an idea," said Les. "I'll show you where it is when we get to the city."
Jamla gave the woman an injection and Luke assured Les she would not wake up until morning. Jamal dressed her and the three went to the car, the black man carrying the woman.
Jamal drove to the city with the two men and the unconscious girl in the back. As he drove Les and Luke fingered her cunt, and pulled on her tits.
"Quite a bitch, right?" smiled Les.
"Sure was," agreed Luke. "I'm glad you introduced us. Well have to get together more often."
Les was pleased that he had made a good impression on the man, even though he still had a deep hatred of him for the punishment he had inflicted on him. But as long as he could not hope to get revenge he had to be satisfied with going along with anything he wanted. He knew what would happen if he dared to disobey.
"Where is this place you're taking us to?" asked Luke.
"It's not far from here," said Les, noticing that they were already in the city.
They fingered the girl's ass and squeezed her bruised tit as the car bounced over the bumpy city streets. Les was taking them to the only place he could think she would have recognized for sure when she awoke.
"Here it is," said Les, when they passed the agency he had met Lalia at earlier in the week. "Dump her in the doorway. She always wanted to be a star."
Jamal carried her out through the empty streets. It was quite late, and there was no danger of running into anyone there at the agency.
The black man dumped her right in the doorway.
"Won't she be surprised in the morning." laughed Luke.
Les would have loved to punch the man in the face right then and there. Maybe someday I'll catch him without Jamal. But how could I? They know where to find me any night.
They let Les off at his apartment. Luke waved out the window as he walked from the car.
"See you soon, Les." Luke said.
"You know where to find me," Les replied.
"That's for sure," Luke grinned evilly.
CHAPTER SIX
That night Les again turned his head every time the door opened at the bar. But this time he was not hoping that Lalia would walk in. He was praying she wouldn't.
Les realized that he may have done a foolish thing. Perhaps Lalia would get some friends and come to the bar to get Les. If Jamal wasn't there, Les would be helpless. Yes, he believed he had done the wrong thing.
But he still smiled whenever he thought about the night at the estate. He had enjoyed every minute of her torment. Luke had shown him that he was even more imaginative than he himself thought. Of course, Jamal was an invaluable asset in the game too.
Les imagined what would happen if Lalia and her friends came in. He thought of himself getting beaten unmercifully around the bar, crashing through the window as the customers watched in delight. There were few customers in the Silver Spur on any night that would break up a fight. They would love to watch one, in fact.
Les found himself hoping that Luke and Jamal would show up. First of all, he was worried about Lalia. He knew she would be furious. She may want to retaliate. But also he felt bored and would have looked forward to the excitement of Luke and the black man. There was nothing happening in the bar that night of any interest.
The crowd was dull, and they seemed to be looking for something to turn their interests on. Les saw the dyke, Donna, sitting on a stool near him. He saw the thin man, Don, also nearby, dressed in black with rhinestone buttons. There were quite a few girls, but most of them were with men already, for Les had come in slightly late and found that many of the men had managed a pick up before he arrived.
Les found no one in the crowd to amuse him. Of course, there was the usual bully at the pool table, not the redhead this time but a tall man with blond, almost white hair. He was beating the daylights out of a short lesbian who smoked thin black cigars and had on a black leather motorcycle cap. The blond man continually left a cigarette burning at the edge of the table, and Les wanted to tell him to watch out not to burn the wood, but he seemed to be the type that would put up an argument, so Les decided not to say anything. He would have loved to see the blond humiliated, but he wasn't in the mood to do it himself.
Les found himself turning his head every time the door opened again. But Luke did not appear, nor did Lalia. It looked like a dull night, that night did. The bar had the habit of attracting strange people and strange people had a habit of being very amusing. At least Les thought so.
That night was no exception. Just as Les was finishing mixing a drink for the dyke at the end of the bar, the door swung open and a crowd entered.
Even after only one man had stepped in, Les knew what was coming. They were bikers.
The bikers rarely came into the bar. This particular group had never been there, as far as Les knew, and he had been working there for some time. They were the type that would be right at home in the Silver Spur. They were brutal and cruel, and looking only for a good time.
The first one in was a thin man with denim pants and jacket and chains running in a circle from his chest to his waist. He wore heavy black boots and a cap, and a pair of dark sunglasses.
The second looked much the same, then the third. The fourth had blond hair, and the fifth was a huge redheaded brute. Then a few more came in, and Les waited for the leader.
Les knew that the leader would be the last one to enter. By the time he came to step in, the eyes of the whole crowd would be on the door. That was just what he wanted.
As soon as he stepped in, Les knew he was 'the Wader. He was tall, and very heavy, a massive man with a thick beard and a mean, scowling face. He wore chains all over and his boots clanked noisily as he stepped in the bar.
He walked right up to the bar and snapped his fingers at Les. The bartender walked over.
"What can I do for you?" Les asked.
"I want beers for all the boys," the man said, his eyebrows arching evilly.
"Sure thing," said Les.
The crowd was hushed. The bikers stood around waiting anxiously for their first beer, and the leader looked the place over.
"Not bad," he decided. "But it's dull."
"You came on an off night," replied Les, lining up the beers on the bar.
Les saw the bikers already looking for the girls. Les figured there would be trouble, since the girls were almost all already picked up, and the guys they were with would not be willing to let them go. But the bikers would try anything, and there was bound to be a hassle.
Les finished lining up the beers and the leader paid for them. Then die bikers all took one glass and left the bar, mixing around in the crowd.
The leader took his glass in hand and walked over to the pool table, where the blond was just taking a shot. Here we go, thought Les.
"Who's playing?" asked the bearded leader.
"I am," replied the blond man, looking up from his shot.
"Well I am too," said the bearded man.
"I haven't finished the game yet," said the blond.
"You have now," said the leader, messing up the table by running his hands over it and knocking all the balls around.
"Why'd you have to do that?" asked the blond.
"Shut up and rack," said the leader.
Les watched curiously from the end of the bar. He saw one of the bikers trying to talk to the dyke, Donna, but she would not even turn her head.
The bikers were bugging the girls all over. There was an argument or two, and the men in the bar were getting very nervous.
The leader took the cue stick from the lesbian and prepared to shoot, leaving his beer glass at the edge of the pool table.
"I'll shoot first," he said. "Well play for a beer."
"I won't play for a beer," said the blond. "No bets."
"I said we'll play for a beer," said the leader.
Les knew he was anxious to make his might known right away. He would like nothing better than to push the blond's face in and get it over with.
"I'm not playing," the blond said.
The leader reached out and grabbed the man by his long blond hair, pulling him to the table and rubbing his face on the felt.
"I said you'll play," said the leader. "None of my boys can give me a match."
After die blond man was let up, he started walking away again.
"I said I wasn't playing," he said.
The bearded man swung the stick and cracked him on the side of the head. The blond reeled back and slammed into a table.
Another biker pushed him toward the leader, and the heavy man grabbed his beer glass and slammed it in his face as he came at him. The glass shattered and the blond dropped to the ground clutching his face.
"Next," said the leader.
None of the men would play him, so another biker took up the stick and shot. Les saw the blond stagger into the bathroom to wipe off his blood.
The biker was still bothering Donna She was no woman to mess with, Les knew. She was quite attractive, and had a trim, firm body and pretty face, with short black hair, but she was mean and could handle herself.
The leader introduced himself to Les when he came for another beer. His name was Dad, he said. No one called him anything else. He was the leader of the group. But Les knew that already.
Donna was very annoyed with the biker. He was laughing at her and put his arms around her, and she turned and elbowed him in the balls.
The biker crumpled to the ground in pain. "You dyke bitch," he screamed. "I'll get you."
Dad saw the hassle and dropped his stick to assist.
"What's going on here?" he demanded.
"She got me in the balls, Dad," said the agonized biker.
"Who? You?" Dad said, looking at Donna.
"Yeah, that's right," she snapped. "Leave me alone, you creep."
Dad was furious. He ran at her and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her right off the stool. She swung and kicked but the man did not flinch, throwing her around the room and finally banging her into a post.
Donna was furious, and the crowd scattered.
"You big fuck," she said. "You scum, get out of here."
Dad did not like to be insulted. He ran at her again and one of the bikers grabbed her.
He held her arms behind her back and Dad smacked her hard on each cheek, then tossed her to the floor.
Dad came around near Les at the bar. Behind Dad Les could see Donna glaring at him, her cheeks red in shame and pain from the hard smacks she had received.
Les was just about to pour Dad a beer on the house, for he had come to hate Donna, that mean-looking bitch that always sat alone at the bar looking for another dyke, when he saw Donna's face contort in rage and her hand slip into her back pocket for something.
Les was about to look away when he saw the gleam of metal in her hand. Dad's back was to her, and he was smiling at Les.
Donna had whipped out a knife. One of the other bikers saw her, but he was too far away to do anything. Dad was completely relaxed and would not turn around.
She raised her hand and ran at Dad. Les bolted and dived at her, catching her raised arm and holding it up until one of the bikers could take the knife from her hand. He had caught her only inches from Dad's back.
The big man turned around and realized what had happened. Donna was seething, and held tightly by the biker.
Dad looked around in a daze. Perhaps the realization that he had come so close to getting knifed in the back made him weak for a moment, but he snapped out and glared at the dyke.
"You whoring bitch," he said, punching her in the face and almost knocking her out.
Dad turned to Les and offered his hand.
"I owe you a favor," he smiled. "Thanks a lot."
"It was nothing."
"I would have been a goner," said Dad. "What's your name, man?"
"Les, Les Townsend."
"Pleased to meet you," Dad replied. "Why don't we go out some time, I'll show you a real good time, if you know what I mean."
"I have to work here," Les said.
Dad turned and looked at die girl, still holding her mouth.
"How about tonight?" asked Dad. "I think we'll take that bitch to our garage and really show her what it's like to get beaten. I should kill that scum."
He turned to her and slapped her face, then reached in and to the delight of the crowd grabbed her tit in his thick hairy hand and twisted it like a doorknob. Donna howled in pain.
"Take her to the garage," said Dad.
Les wanted to go along, but knew he would have to work for at least another half hour. His mind clicked into action and he tried to figure out how he could get away.
"Are you coming?" asked Dad.
"Yeah," said Les. "Just give me a minute."
He called the owner and told him he was ill. He said he would turn the bar over to Don, the thin black-haired man who always hung around. The owner said it was all right and hoped that Les would be feeling better.
"Let's go," he said, returning to Dad.
Dad put Les on his own bike and they drove off. They had tied the girl on to one of the other bikes, and she screamed and yelled all the way to the garage. But people were used to hearing shouts and screams from the bikers as they drove past, and no one thought anything of it.
The garage was in a deserted factory area of the city, and the streets were completely empty. Les jumped off the bike and went inside the large garage.
Inside there was a bright overhead light that lit the whole room. There were tools and bikes all over, and a few couches and chairs, and a television set on a work table.
They left the bikes outside and closed the door. The dyke was screaming as they dragged her inside and threw her on the couch.
"You can scream all you want here," said Dad. "No one will ever hear you."
Dad went to the closet and took out a bottle of wine. He poured two glasses and gave Les one.
"Here's to Les," Dad announced. "He saved my life tonight"
Les drank down the wine, and Dad almost drained his glass. He threw the rest on Donna, and she screamed in rage as the wine wet her face.
"You fat bastard, let me out of here," she howled.
"Shut up, dyke bitch," Dad said calmly.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"We're going to beat the shit out of you and then gangbang the ass off you," Dad replied.
The girl bolted for the door in fear, realizing that they meant business. But the door had been locked. She turned around white as a ghost.
"Please, let me out," she pleaded. "I'm sorry, please let me go now."
The bikers all laughed at her, and Les felt himself getting in the mood for a good beating. He always hated Donna, and now he would get the chance to really give it to her.
The other bikers sat down to watch. Dad was going to take charge of the beating personally.
Dad walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled, her up and grabbed her blouse, ripping it down in the front and exposing her bra and belly.
She screamed in fear as the man ripped off her bra and exposed her white quivering tits, capped in pink with a long thin nipple on each.
Les knew the woman was a dyke and hated men. That would make it even worse for her, and better for Dad and Les and the others as they fucked her.
Dad let go of her hair.
"Take off your pants," he ordered.
"No, let me go," Donna howled.
"I said take them off or I'll rip them off."
"Far out!"
"Better believe it baby doll."
The girl bolted and ran around the room looking for escape. The bikers laughed at her and she stopped at the door, red with humiliation.
"Let me out of this fuckin' place," she screamed as loud as she could.
"I'm losing my patience," said Dad. "Take off your pants right now."
She refused. Dad walked over to her and she reached out to scratch his face. But he grabbed her hands and held them in one of his hairy hands as his other hand slipped under her pants and ripped them down in the front.
"You fool," he laughed. "Now you won't even have pants to go home in."
He pulled them off and then ripped off her panties. Donna's bush was dense and black, and wet with sweat as she stood nude in shame and fear. Dad laughed at her and the other bikers insulted her. Les looked at her trim white body, her black bush, her smooth tits, and her tight round ass, and felt his cock rising when he realized that without doubt he would be fucking her that night in the garage.
"Tie her up," said Dad. "Tie her to one of the bikes."
A few of the bikers jumped up and grabbed the girl, dragging her to one of the bikes in the comer. As they dragged her they fondled her tits and reached into her cunt to grab her snatch. She screamed in rage and terror.
They threw her on the bike and tied her ankles to the back wheel. Then they tied a chain around her waist to hold her to the seat, and chains around her wrists on the side of the bike, attached to the bars near the engine. She was pinned down helplessly and nude.
"That's fine," said Dad. "I like that."
Les had an idea, but decided to see what Dad could come up with.
"Give me a chain," snapped Dad.
One of the bikers handed him a chain and he walked over to the girl. She saw him swinging the heavy chain and screamed in terror.
"Shut up," barked Dad. "It won't do you any good."
One of the other bikers, a grubby looking man with a mustache and stubbled chin, with a soiled sleeveless shirt and sagging leather pants, grabbed her hair in back and pulled her head back fast. Les thought her neck would snap. She howled like never before, and Dad swung the chain down on her, catching her on the soft mounds of her tits.
The chain left a red welt on her right tit, and the second lash a deep welt on her left breast. She screamed in pain as Dad swung the chain quickly around his head and came down on her belly with a loud clank of the chain, making her whole body start to tremble.
Les was disappointed in Dad. It seemed all they would do is beat her and then fuck her. But Les had an idea.
"Hold on a minute," said Les. "I've got a plan."
"I'm listening," said Dad, spitting on Donna's face.
"Let's really torture her," he said. "Watch this."
Les went to the tool table and picked up a long metal tire iron coated with grease.
"How about ramming this up her cunt?" Les said.
"Great," said Dad, delighted. "You should hang around here more often."
The girl screamed and spit at Les as he approached.
"You shouldn't have done that," he said, spitting right back on her face. "You're really going to get it now."
Les pushed her legs apart and rubbed her wet cunt lips with the tip of the greasy iron. She writhed as best she could on the bike and almost puked as she saw the dirty tip probing around the lips of her cunt.
Dad cackled with delight.
"Ram it in, Les," he laughed.
Les slipped the thick tip between her lips and thrust in. The bar slipped into her snatch about an inch, and she screamed for mercy.
"Please don't, please don't," she said over and over, her fear and disgust almost driving her insane now. "Please, I'll do anything, don't do it, let me go, PLEASE!"
Les rammed it up her cunt further, and the rod bore through her tender pink flesh, leaving it greasy and blackened.
Les pushed until the rod was about six inches into her twat. She howled madly in pain and fear all the while, trying to squirm. But she soon found that every movement hurt her, twisting the tool around in her tight cunt. The iron was thick and cold, and her body trembled in agony.
"Don't move it," she said.
Les noticed she was absolutely still. He realized that every movement would hurt her, and grabbed her by the shoulders to shake her.
He found it hurt her even more than he had imagined. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes and flowed generously down her cheeks, and her scream turned into a breathless gasp.
Les had still another idea.
"Hey Dad, turn this bike on," he said.
Dad was laughing hysterically as he realized what Les had in mind.
"You're really something," he said, patting Les on the back and turning on the bike.
As soon as the bike started up, the girl let out a blood-curdling scream that upset even the bikers. But Les was very pleased. The idea had worked perfectly.
Now he didn't have to shake her at all. The bike shook madly as it idled, and her body was shaken by the vibrations of the bike. The pole was still deep in her cunt, and Les gave it another push to thrust it in another inch before sitting back to watch her.
"Hey, automated pain," said Dad. "That's great. I must remember that."
Les sat down on the couch and watched Donna's trembling vibrating body, the metal sticking out of her cunt. She cried and screamed and fought for breath as the bike shook her and twisted the bar around in her pussy.
"Let's see if she comes," said Les.
He found his cock getting very stiff, and felt his heat rising each time" she howled. In a few minutes I'll replace that bar with the real thing, he thought.
The woman was screaming so loudly that she was getting hoarse. Her breath was short and her voice weak as she almost fainted from the pain.
The bikers were getting impatient. Like Les, they had been aroused by the sight of the torture and wanted to relieve their aching balls by dropping their loads in her cunt.
Dad also was getting anxious. He began stripping, and Les watched in awe as he revealed his huge hairy body. He looked like a bear, his chest covered in thick black hair, his back hairy, his legs black with short curly strands. His bush ran right from his belly over his crotch, and his balls swung low from his cock.
He already had an erection, as Les had figured. The cock was long and very fat, with thick veins on the sides and a large swollen red cap.
Then he stepped near Donna and the dyke saw his hairy body and thick throbbing cock. She fainted. Dad was disappointed.
"My cock always makes them faint," he said.
One of the bikers grabbed a bucket of water and walked over to her.
"This water was out in the back all night," said the biker, grinning. "It's rain water, and it's very cold."
He threw it on the bike, even as another biker shouted not to wet the bike. But the water splashed over her nude body and she woke with a loud scream.
"Oh, shit," she howled, "oh, stop, leave me alone."
The heavy man came at her again. "Please, don't come near me. I'll faint," she said.
"Go ahead," said Dad. "WeVe got more water."
She tried to squirm free and almost vomited as the heavy man straddled the bike and pulled the bar out fast and hard. Les could almost feel the pain of the bar ripping out through her cunt himself, and her scream sent a shiver up his spine.
His cock was hard and throbbing. He decided he would be next. He was sure Dad would let him take seconds, after the favor he had done him.
Dad straddled her with his thick hairy legs and held his cock in his hand. He rubbed the head on her soiled snatch and then inserted the swollen red cap between her sore lips.
She howled in disgust, for she detested cock and men of any kind. A man as brutal and a cock as large and hot as his was especially repulsive to her.
The man thrust with his hips as he stood, bending over slightly, and his cock tore through her lips and into the wetness of her damaged cunt. She howled and almost fainted again, and Dad waited until he was sure that she was not unconscious before starting to thrust in and out.
The other bikers watched as the man screwed his thick cock in and out of her cunt, hearing die girl grunt and moan with each thrust. Dad groaned in delight as he felt the warmth of her cunt surrounding his cock, her swollen soiled clit rubbing against his staff and his balls swinging against her ass.
Les saw his mighty cock slipping in and out, his ass quivering as he thrust in and out. His body began to sweat, and the woman felt the wetness on her body and howled.
"Scream louder," he said. "I love it."
She could not help but scream as the man's thick pole sliced into her cunt. The bikers and Les could hear die sound of the staff wading through her wet cunt, the loud sloshing noise of her pussy juice and his stiff hot rod.
Their skin slapped together loudly as he rammed it home, and Les walked around to get a good view. He saw the man's thick cock wet and gleaming as he slipped it out, then saw it disappear between her wet lips and his balls swing against her thighs and ass.
She was swooning as the hot pole filled her emit and tore against the clit. Les knew she would never have an orgasm, and hoped she would be just as disgusted with him when his turn to fuck her came.
The heavy man began to groan louder and pump faster as his gism entered his staff. Les saw the cock shining and swollen to an incredible size as he thrust out, and then heard the woman gasp and retch as the man thrust back in and his cock erupted.
He poured his come into her pussy in huge globs, still thrusting all the while. His hairy skin clapped against her quickly as he finished, her cunt filled with his gism.
Les knew he would feel that gism when he stuck his cock in her cunt. But it was better than feeling the gism of all the bikers, so he decided to fuck her next.
"I'll go now," said Les.
"Yeah, you deserve it," said Dad, putting on his clothes again as the other bikers all got up to get her. "I say Les gets seconds."
No one objected. Les stripped naked and found his cock stiff and hot. He approached the girl. Her face was red and tears ran down her cheeks.
"No, please don't, Les," she begged. "I'll do anything."
"Shut up, you bitch," said Les. "I can't stand your voice."
Les decided at the last minute that he wouldn't fuck her. He didn't want to feel the sticky gism of Dad on his cock. Instead he climbed on top of her and pushed her lips together to open her mouth.
She screamed in horror as she realized what he was doing. But she had no choice but to obey.
"If you bite I'll turn on the bike and give you the bar again," he told her.
He slipped his cock into her mouth and she gagged as the long pole slipped towards her throat. He knew the torture it must have been for her to feel the hot rod in her mouth and to long to bite it, but not be able to. He knew she would do anything to avoid the tire iron.
Les found her mouth very warm and her tongue wet as he screwed it in. The other bikers watched in glee and heat as Les' cock bore in and out slowly at first, then picked up speed as he felt his gism creeping toward his cock.
Les began pumping madly into her mouth. His balls swung against her chin and his head was between her lips as he felt the cock about to explode. He thrust back in until his bush was against her lips and his head was down her throat, and felt his come shoot out into her body.
By the time he finished dumping his load in her mouth she was ready to vomit. Les pulled his satisfied staff from her mouth and she erupted all over her chest.
Les hopped off and avoided the puke. She poured it out in globs, and her tits were caked by the time she stopped retching and gagging.
The bikers were furious. They would have to wash her before they fucked her now.
One of them went out in the back of the garage and came back with a pail of water. It too was cold, ice cold. He tossed it on the girl and washed her clean.
She shivered and screamed as the cold water soaked her head and face and rinsed her torso.
"That's it," said Dad. "Clean the bitch up a bit."
The first biker got on top of her and slipped his cock into her cunt. He moaned as he felt the warmth of her cunt and started pumping in and out.
"Hey Dad, I can feel your come in here," the biker shouted.
"That's great, Wheezer, ram it in," replied Dad.
Les sat on the couch and watched. He soon found out why the man had been named Wheezer. He started to moan and then wheeze very loudly as he Cleared his orgasm.
By the time his cock was swollen with gism and his balls were swinging madly against her ass, he was wheezing as if he were dying. He moaned as his cock erupted and gasped as his balls emptied. Then he climbed off and wiped off his come-encrusted rod with a dirty towel.
Dad came over to talk with Les. He sat down as Les buttoned up his shirt.
"You're really on the ball," said Dad. "We'll have to go out more often."
"That's fine," said Les. "I had a good time."
"Well always have a good time, you and me," said Dad. "I never forget a favor, and I never consider myself having paid it back when it means saving my life."
A thought flashed into Les' mind as he listened to the man.
"Yes, I still owe you a lot," Dad said.
"I'll tell you what," said Les, glancing over to see another biker slip his cock into Donna's full cunt "I think I know a way for you to repay me."
"I'm listening," said Dad.
"Come to die bar tomorrow night," said Les. "I want you to meet someone. I'm sure he'll be there tomorrow."
"Will do," said Dad.
"I think you'll enjoy it too," said Les.
"If it's anything like the schemes you've come up with tonight I'm sure I will," replied the bearded biker.
Another biker was just dumping his load into Donna's tired cunt. She was numb by now, and barely moved as another biker slipped his erect rod into her wet cunt and began huffing and puffing toward his orgasm.
"What are we going to do with that bitch?" asked Les.
"Well dump her somewhere," said Dad. "As a matter-of-fact, as long as she won't have any clothes I think we'll give her the old bag routine."
"What's that?" asked Les.
"Well wrap her in a bag and take her in the jalopy down to the business district. It will still be pretty busy, and there'll be people on the streets. When we dump her in the bag shell get out and find herself nude downtown. It's great to watch. Sometimes we hide and watch her go crazy trying to think of something to do. But this bitch isn't worth it. We'll just leave her there and come back here."
Les laughed. These bikers really know how to fuck up the girls, he thought. This bitch won't dare come back to the bar any more. That's good, because I was getting sick and tired of seeing her face.
The last biker was dumping his load as Dad got up to take Les home. They were given instructions by Dad and the satisfied bikers agreed to dump her, after a few of them had come back for seconds.
Les rode on the back of the bike and Dad brought him to his apartment. As he walked away Dad gunned his engine and started to drive off.
"See you tomorrow night," shouted Les, waving. The big man waved back, driving with one hand on the bars. Les was looking forward to the following night already.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Les had his plan. He worked out the details in his mind as he mixed drinks the next night, waiting for the crowd to gather. It was already crowded, but none of the principles had come yet.
It was clear in his head. He wanted to break Luke, he had to break Luke. No one else would give him the satisfaction that Luke could. Les longed to see Luke cower, to completely master him and have him cower like Les had been forced to do the night at the estate.
Many of the people in the bar did not mind torture. They could just as easily torture as be tortured. But Les was a strong person, and craved to be master of all he tangled with. Right now he was in Luke's control. He had to change that.
He knew he would have no chance by himself. But with Dad and the bikers on his side he could go up against Luke and Jamal.
Of course, Luke was not the problem. Although he was large and strong, Les felt that Dad could be his match. But Jamal would be hard. It would take all the rest of the bikers to subdue him.
Les knew how they would shudder at the sight of Jamal. They would not want to tangle with him. Les wanted to make sure that Dad gives his word before they see the black man. Otherwise they were sure to back out. It would be a savage struggle. Les also knew that the black man would be fighting for the life of his parents.
To Les' delight Ernst came in early. Les called him aside. He figured he could use the help of a trusted friend.
"I want to talk to you," he told the man.
"Shoot," said Ernst, sitting on the bar stool and sipping from his glass.
"You'll have to come along with me tonight," said Les. "Something special came up."
"What's that?" Ernst asked. "You remember that guy Luke?" said Les. "The one with the huge black man?" replied Ernst.
"That's him," said Les.
"What about him?" asked Ernst. "He's coming tonight?"
"I think so," said Les. "I hope so too. I have a score to settle with him, and I want to do it tonight."
"Wait a minute," Ernst. "I'm not going to tangle with that monster Jamal. No dice."
"I'm going to have help," said Les. "As a matter-of-fact, I'll have a whole gang of bikers to help me."
"Then why do you need me?" asked Ernst.
"Because I want someone I know well to come along," said Les. "Besides, I owe you a favor."
"A favor?" laughed Ernst.
"It will be great," said Les. "Believe me, you'll love it. Come along."
"Okay, I've got nothing else to do tonight," Ernst agreed.
"I knew you'd come through," smiled Les.
Ernst sat at the bar as Les went to work behind the counter. It was a busy night, and he knew it would soon be even more hectic.
Les waited anxiously for Dad. What if he doesn't even show up, Les wondered with a flash of horror. Perhaps he will never come, and Luke and Jamal will show up after all.
But no sooner had he thought about it than the door opened and the first biker came in. The rest followed, and Dad came in last.
They were in full dress. They all wore the same denim jackets with the patch on the back to show their name and their home town. Dad's jacket had DAD in big letters over the name of their gang, the Studs.
A drunken man laughed at them when they walked in. Les hoped he wouldn't say anything, knowing that he would promptly be put out of his misery if he did. But the man could not help himself.
"Hey, what's this?" he laughed. "Who are you?"
"We're the Studs," answered one of the bikers.
"What the hell are you," the man laughed. "Potatoes?"
That was it. Wheezer slammed the man in the gut, and he doubled over in pain. Another booted him in the ass, the metal tip of his leather boot slicing into his ass crack.
The man was shot forward by the force of the blow. He slammed into a table and crumpled to the floor. Wheezer picked him up by the scruff of the neck and carried him outside, depositing him on the sidewalk unconscious.
The bikers were in full swing in no time. They terrorized the crowd but did not start any fights. Dad kept them in order.
Les called him aside and they chatted at the bar.
"It's all set," said Les. 'The guy will be here later."
"How many?" asked Dad.
"Just two," said Les.
"That's nothing then," Dad laughed.
"Wait until you see them," said Les. "One of them will be a hassle."
"My boys can take care of anything," said Dad.
"I hope so," said Les. He was pleased that everything was going fine, and that Dad had already committed himself. He knew the man would never back out of a fight once he had agreed to it.
"That bitch show up tonight?" Dad asked.
"No," Les laughed, "I don't expect to see her again."
"Hey," said Les, his mind again clicking into action, "do you think you could arrange for a couple of chicks tonight?"
"Why? You want to get laid?" said Dad.
"No, we'll need them for my plan," replied Les.
"I think so," said Dad. "What kind?"
"Tough ones," Les answered. "The harder the better."
"I've got just die thing," said Dad. "Hey Wheezer."
Dad told Wheezer to go fetch two girls they knew. Dad assured Les they would do just fine.
"These two bitches are hard as nails," said Dad. 'They used to ride with us, but now they have their own lesbian gang.
"They're lesbians?" asked Les.
"They can go both ways," replied Dad. "Hey, if you want a great blow-job, Ellen can give it to you."
"No, I have something else in mind," said Les.
"I'm sure it's great," said Dad. "I trust you."
Dad began drinking. He chugged down a glass of beer, then another, He was already on his fifth when Les started to worry.
"Hey, you'll need all your wits tonight," he told Dad.
"Don't worry," the big man replied. "This stuff is like water to me."
The bikers were shoving Don, the thin man who always hung around the Silver Spur, and mocked his scrawny body.
Dad saw the action and decided to join in.
"Who's this creep?" he asked.
"My name is Don," the thin man replied.
"You suck," said Dad, daring the man to reply.
Les was beginning to get sick of the man's face. He wished Dad would get rid of him too.
"Come here," said Dad.
Don crept over to the man, cringing in front of him.
"Lick my boot," Dad said.
Don retreated to a corner.
"Leave me alone," he said. "I don't want to have anything to do with you. Leave me alone."
The bikers laughed wildly at his fright One of them walked over and took a swig of beer, then let it out on a thin stream that splashed over his face.
They were hysterically laughing. Don cringed further down in the corner, terrified. The biker reached down and grabbed his crotch, squeezing his cock and balls with all his might as Don howled.
The screams of pain were comical to Les. He and Dad cracked up as the biker gouged his cock and laughed, turning around and smiling at the approving crowd.
Like the real members of the cult that they were, the rest of the crowd tittered in delight as the thin man was brutalized. The biker pulled on his cock until Les thought it would rip right off. Then the biker reached between the open folds of his shirt and grabbed a handful of chest hair. He ripped it right out of Don's chest and he screamed in pain as the biker ran off with the prize, a thick wad of the man's chest hair.
A young redheaded woman ran at the biker.
"Beat me," she shouted. "You can do it I know it. I want you to punish me."
Les knew the type. Many of the crowd loved to get beaten, and the bikers were just the ones to do a good job. The girl begged to get beaten.
"You mean you WANT to get beaten?" asked the biker.
"Yes, beat me please," said the redhead.
"I'm nol interested," said the biker.
Les chuckled. It was always the same. Like Les, the biker could not enjoy beating someone unless they were begging for mercy. If the redhead wanted to get punished, it would not be any fun.
But one of the bikers was willing to oblige. He made the woman kneel in front of him and he gripped her head between his legs and pressed together.
The woman howled in pain. Then the biker reached down and grabbed her face like a piece of clay and gouged it. The girl howled and screamed for more.
The biker pushed her down and stomped her. Still she screamed for more. He picked her up by the hair and slapped her silly in the face, but still she wanted more.
The man threw her on the pool table and began spanking her with the stick. The wooden stick cracked all over her body, and she screamed in agony. But as soon as he stopped she begged again.
"Please," she howled, "don't stop now."
The biker was furious. He whipped off his belt and began lashing her with the crisp leather tip. The woman's dress was torn to shreds and her body was bleeding all over from the spanking, but she laughed wildly and grabbed the biker's leg.
"Please, harder," she said.
The man reversed the belt and began striking her with the buckle. The metal slashed into her white skin and left her a pulp of bruises.
"More," she shouted, "please, more."
The biker gave up. He replaced the belt on his leather pants and walked away.
"You fuck, you can't leave me like this," the redhead shouted. "Please, punish me."
"Shut her up, someone," Dad said.
Immediately two bikers walked over to her. Her face beamed in delight. But they simply picked her up and carried her to the door.
She fought savagely to escape, but they threw her though the door and out on the sidewalk. As she charged to reenter the bar, they slammed the door. Les heard her crash hard into the door.
"What can you do with a bitch like that?" asked Dad. "You can't threaten to beat her, and you can't threaten to rape her. I don't like that type."
Things were just starting to slow down when the door opened again. Dad turned around.
It was the two chicks Wheezer had gone to fetch. He led them in and right over to Les and Dad.
"This is Ellen and this is Eve," said Dad.
"How are you?" said Les.
"What's the deal?" snapped Ellen, chewing on a piece of gum.
A tough bitch, thought Les.
"We need you tonight for a little game," said Dad.
"Any kicks in it?" asked Eve, a thin blonde with heavily painted face and nails.
"He says there will be," said Dad, pointing to Les.
"There better be," said Ellen, a husky black-haired woman with wide black eyes. "We left a real great gang-bang for this."
"They had two faggots tied down and were batting the cocks around with a fly-swatter," said Wheezer.
"I'm sure you'll have a good time," said Les.
"What do we have to do?" asked Eve.
"When they come in, you just go along with everything I say. I'm going to tell them you're both looking for a beating. Then we'll all go to his estate in the country, and he'll prepare to beat you. When we're all set, well jump them and turn the tables."
"That's fine," said Dad. "I can't wait."
"Sounds okay to me," muttered Eve.
"Yeah, as long as he doesn't get to really beat me," said Ellen.
"Well make sure of that," said Les.
"Where the hell are they?" asked Dad.
"They should be here soon if they're coming," said Les. He noticed that it was late and the owner would be coming along to take over soon.
The redhead ran in again. She jumped on one of the bikers and he threw her off.
"Punish me," she shrieked.
"I said get her out of here," screamed Dad.
A biker picked her up and tossed her outside. He slammed door after her.
Dad was just turning to talk again when the door opened. He turned around again.
"I thought I told you to get that bitch out of here-" he started to say, when he saw Luke and Jamal strut in the door.
"What an animal," said Dad.
"That's them," Les whispered.
"Oh no," said Dad.
"Are you backing out?" asked Les.
"Of course not," said Dad. "It's just going to be harder than I thought."
Luke strolled over to the bar. Jamal followed. He looked the bikers over.
"What a grungy lot you've got in here tonight," said Luke.
Les saw Dad's face fill with rage. But he wouldn't dare strike him with Jamal standing by. Now he's raring to go, thought Les. He won't need any persuasion.
Les pulled die man aside.
"I have something for you tonight," said Les.
"I'm in the mood for a good whipping," said Luke.
"I have just the thing," Les replied. "See those two bitches over there?" Les pointed to the two bikers.
"Yeah, they look really evil," said Luke, his eyes coming alive.
"Well, these guys here are friends of mine," said Les. "They know the girls. Both of them want to be beaten and whipped tonight. I thought you might be interested."
"I sure am," said Luke. "I'll leave right now."
"But the bikers want to come along," said Les. "They want a piece of the action."
"Okay," said Luke. "We can go to my place."
"That's what I had in mind," said Les. He knew that with Jamal the man did not fear anyone, not even the bikers.
Les went through the crowd and found Ernst. He told him they were leaving soon, and Ernst followed him back to the bar to await the owner. But almost as soon as they reached the bar, the owner stepped in.
He took over and was surprised to see half the crowd leave with Les. Nothing like a popular bartender, thought the man.
Les rode in the car with Luke and Jamal. Ernst rode with one of the bikers, as the bikers and the two girls followed the car on the motorcycles.
When they reached the estate the bikers were delighted. They ran around the house like pigs in shit. Luke had to herd them into the gym, where the damage would not be too great.
Luke and Jamal also stayed in the gym and had drinks served by the two maids, Cat and Dame. Dad, Les, Ernst, Luke, Jamal, and the two biker girls sat around in the middle while the rest of the bikers played with the gadgets in the gym.
After a little while Luke pulled Les aside.
"I can't wait," he said. "I'm dying to sink my teeth in those bitches."
"Okay, any time you want," Les said.
"But first I have a surprise for you," said Luke.
He snapped his fingers and Jamal left the room.
"I'm sure you'll like her," Luke said. "She joined me last night."
"Another victim?" asked Les.
"Far from it," replied Luke.
Jamal returned leading a tall blonde woman. She was an Amazon, a huge husky brutish woman who despite her cruel looking face and posture was quite a beauty.
She wore a pair of black leather tights, a black leather vest that barely covered her firm large tits, and a thick chain that ran under her crotch and around her waist.
"What a woman!" said Luke.
"What's she going to do?" asked Les.
"She's going to help us torment these bitches," said Luke. "She really knows her stuff."
"We don't need her," said Les.
"Wait until you see her in action," said Luke. "Why don't we give you a demonstration. Jamal, go get the maids."
Luke introduced the woman to the rest of the crowd. Her name was Latitia, and she hardly spoke. Her dark eyes were in contrast to her light blonde hair, and her tits quivered deliciously as she stood over the men, almost seven feet tall.
Les felt his cock swelling as he stared at her. What a woman to torment, he thought. She would be a challenge.
Les pulled Dad aside and gave him instructions.
"Well let Luke give us a demonstration first," Les said. 'Then when they start on Ellen and Eve well jump him. You grab Luke, and we'll get Jamal."
"Luke looks like a tough customer," said Dad. "But if you can take care of Jamal I guess I can handle Luke."
"Fine," said Les. "In the meantime let's enjoy the show. It should be great. That bitch is super."
"I'm going to enjoy tearing her apart later," smirked Dad, looking at the long leather-sheathed legs of Latitia.
The maids were led in already bound and tied together by Jamal. The chains were around their wrists and held them together, like convicts.
Luke rose and told the bikers to sit down. The maids were already trembling.
As the readied the show, Les saw Dad spreading the word among the bikers. He told the two girls, Ellen and Eve, that they would have to wait, and assured them everything would be all right if they went along. The two girls were already dying to watch the torture of the two maids.
Cat and Dame screamed for mercy as Luke sat back and let the Amazon take over. She stood above them with her hands on her hips and a long leather whip in one fist.
"Kneel down," she barked.
Immediately the two women, who were bound together by the chains around their wrists but were otherwise free, knelt down right away.
"Strip," said Latitia.
"We can't, we're tied up," said Cat.
The Amazon lashed with the whip and struck Cat on the shoulder.
"Don't talk back," she barked. "I said strip."
Cat began weeping as the whip sliced through her blouse. The audience stared in delight and laughed as they watched the two girls struggling to undress. It was difficult, but they finally managed.
After they were nude, the bikers began whistling madly at them. Both small white bodies were trembling like birds in the snow. The bikers clamored for some action.
Latitia decided to warm up with a whipping. She lashed at Cat, and then caught Dame's lip with the very tip of the leather whip. Her lips broke open and blood began to trickle down her chin.
"More," cried the bikers, waiting to pounce.
The woman lashed again, then ran full speed at the two kneeling women and kicked them both in the chest, knocking them down. She jumped on them and pinned them to the ground, and pulled off her vest.
Les saw her large white tits trembling and her long pink nipples erect as the leather vest was removed. She leaned over die two maids.
"Suck them," she ordered.
Les felt his cock throbbing like mad as he watched the two women lean up and each take one of the Amazon's pearly tits in their mouths. The soft pink nipples disappeared into their mouths and the bikers could hear the sound of their sucking.
Latitia glared down at the two maids in delight, gloating on her superiority. Les imagined how much he would enjoy seeing her squirm. He always preferred to torture strong women, and this was the strongest he had ever seen.
She stood up and threatened them with the whip. Les could see that Luke was getting very hot, and wouldn't be able to wait much longer. It won't be long now, thought Les.
The tall woman stood on top of the two maids, digging the long thin heel of her leather boots into their cunts. Both screamed loudly as the tip slipped into their lips and bruised their clits. Tears flowed from their eyes and they screamed as if they were being murdered.
Luke couldn't take it any .longer. He saw the two maids screaming and squirming as t) e tall woman dug her heels into their cunt;. She reeled back and lashed them with the whip, slicing across their tits.
Luke sprang to his feet.
"Where are those two bitches?" he screamed.
Dad told the two girls to get up. But Les saw that the Amazon was still involved with the two maids. She whipped them again and again.
Les walked over to Luke and told him that it would be more interesting if she stopped and they could concentrate on the two biker girls. Luke agreed, and told Latitia to stop.
She was disappointed, but he promised her she would get another chance. Les untied the chains from the maids for he had a feeling they would like to join in later when they punished Luke and Latitia.
They cringed in the corner, and Jamal stood guard by the door as Luke stood in the center of the room. The two biker girls stood next to him.
Les sat next to Ernst and Dad and whispered to them as Luke prepared his show.
"Get ready," said Les. "As soon as he starts to go at them, we spring."
"Right," said Dad. "My boys are ready."
"Good luck," they all said.
Luke put his hands on his hips and stood next to the two butch girls.
"Kneel down," shouted Luke.
Eve shot Les a glance as she knelt, and Les winked at her to assure her that everything was fine.
"Strip," Luke ordered, going over and picking up the whip and returning to brandish it over their heads.
The two girls began to strip. Les was delighted to see Ellen's immense tits bobbing freely, and Eve's smaller white mounds quivering.
Their bushes were both shaved. Les saw the raw red lips of their cunts unencumbered by cunt hair. He longed to suck on the clits and drive his rod up their cunts, but that had to wait until later.
Les kept an eye on Jamal. He noticed for the first time that the black man kept his eyes closed when Luke was preparing to punish someone. It shocked Les. He doesn't like to see brutality, he thought. Then it must be terrible for him to live with Luke. Les was willing to bet that the black man hated Luke, but of course had to obey him for fear of losing his parents. Les wondered why he had gone on for so long. After all, what good was it to have his parents alive while he had to stay with Luke and they were in prison.
Les noticed that the two biker girls were getting nervous as Luke prepared the whip. Les was sure they were starting to worry. Perhaps we've been tricked, he figured they would be wondering. It would have been a cruel trick at that.
Luke glared down at the nude women in evil delight. The bikers glanced around, waiting for the word. Latitia stood hands on. hips ready to assist Luke.
Les felt every muscle in his body tense. His stomach was quivering and his hands trembling. He knew they would have to pounce in a matter of seconds.
He nudged Dad, and the bearded man rose to his knees. Ernst stood up. Les glanced once more at Jamal, then back at Luke and the women.
"Now we'll have a real show," Luke said. He cracked the whip against the wall.
"Hear that?" he laughed. "That's going to crack against your skin."
He readied the whip and swung it around his head.
"Now!" screamed Les.
The bikers jumped. Dad ran full speed at Luke. As Les bolted with the bikers at Jamal, he saw Latitia running to Luke's aid.
Les saw the first biker jump Jamal. He grabbed him around the neck and held him piggyback as another biker punched him in the stomach. Another swung a chain and caught him in the face.
Jamal threw the man off hard on the ground. Les stepped back as the biker crashed to the floor with a thud. Jamal swung and caught the swinging chain, pulling the biker towards him and punching him in the face. He fell like a sack of bricks.
Les hesitated. Jamal would kill them all. He turned and saw Luke fighting with Dad, with Latitia whipping Dad's back.
Ernst and Louie ran at Jamal. The black man caught them both and grabbed them by the neck, picking them up off the ground. Les could see that he was about to smash them together.
He was helpless. Ernst would be killed. The black man was just about to crack them together when he suddenly dropped them to the ground and held up his hand.
"No more, no more," he said with a strange accent.
Les was startled. He was right. Jamal couldn't take the violence any more. He stood among the fallen bikers and held his hands up as if to say he had enough.
Les knew he was not afraid. He had beaten them off so far and probably, Les realized now, could have whipped them all easily. But he was no longer to fight for Luke. Luke would have to fight alone.
Les whirled around. Luke had just thrown Dad, with the help of Latitia. The bikers stood and stared, and Luke realized he could expect no help from Jamal. Fear filled his face for the first time. He rose to his feet and stood in the corner.
Dad rose and stood in the other corner. Les dove at Latitia and. tackled her, and the two nude biker girls jumped on her. Eve gouged into her eyes while Ellen bit her on the arm. The Amazon screamed, pinned down helplessly.
It was Luke and Dad now. They stood in the center of the room, jockeying for position. Luke picked up a chain, and Wheezer threw a chain at Dad. He caught it and glared back at Luke. An evil smile crossed his lips.
"It's me and you, daddy," said Dad. "Just me and you."
Les looked at Luke. He was wearing full army uniform, like he often did. He picked up a helmet nearby, and grabbed the whip.
Latitia pulled free of the lesbians. She sat on the ground as Jamal made a motion to her to stay still. She, of course, obeyed.
"Come on, daddy," said the biker, "let's go."
Luke pounced at Dad. He grabbed him around the neck and swung the whip as Dad swung back with the chain.
The whip caught Dad on the neck, and rage filled his body. He swung again with the chain and caught him in the face, Luke reeling backwards.
Luke tried to rise, but Dad kicked out with his foot and caught the man under the chin with the metal tip of his boot. Luke flew backwards and crashed into the wall.
Luke was hurt and dazed. He ran blindly at Dad, but Dad swung the chain and lashed across his chest. He swung again and caught him in the face. Luke toppled, blood running from his mouth.
"Jamal, help me," he screamed, "Jamal, help."
The black man stood still and glared at Luke in defiance. Luke ran one more time at Dad. He caught the biker off guard and knocked him down with a punch in the jaw.
Luke ran at Dad, but Dad flew at him at the last minute and thrust his head between Luke's onrushing legs. Then he rose and picked Luke right off the ground.
"Help me, Jamal," Luke howled in terror as he was swung around by the biker.
Dad crashed Luke against the wall, and he hit the ground hard. Then Dad kicked him in the head, knocking the helmet off and knocking Luke right out.
"That's it," said Dad. "He's finished."
Dad was exhausted by the time he finished. He sat down and wiped the sweat and blood from his face.
"That was a real humdinger," he gasped.
Wheezer and the otners joined him in congratulations. But Les had other plans.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Les stood over Luke and glared down in triumph. Luke rubbed his eyes as he came to and looked around. The bikers were staring at him. The lesbians were staring, Jamal was glaring. Les and Ernst were looking at him. He was alone, except for Latitia.
"Get up," said Les.
"Please, let me alone." said Luke. "I'll give you anything you want. Money, anything."
"I said get up."
"Please, let me alone," Luke whimpered.
Les picked up the whip and brandished it over his kneeling figure.
"Get up right now," he barked.
"Please, I beg you, leave here," Luke cried.
Les whipped him across the back hard. The leather whip caught him on the shoulder and knocked him backwards against the wall.
"Get undressed," said Les.
"Oh no," stammered Luke.
"Get undressed," howled Les, swinging the whip again.
"Don't whip me," screamed Luke, undressing quickly, his body trembling violently.
The bikers laughed and joked. Ernst sat down to watch the show. Les turned to the amazon, who had been stripped nude in the struggle.
"Get over here," he ordered.
The woman crawled over to Luke and they huddled together in the corner.
"Now we'll see how you two like to taste a bit of your own medicine, "Les said. "Jamal, get the prod."
Luke howled in fear and terror as Jamal left to get the prod. He could hardly speak.
"No, anything but that," he cried. "Please, don't do it."
Les had to laugh as he looked at the man. His nude body trembled, smooth and unmarked except for the whip mark on his shoulder. Les knew he would soon be bruised all over.
Jamal returned with the prod. Luke began whimpering again when he saw it, long and stiff.
Les took the rod from Jamal as Luke cried for mercy. Latitia crawled into the corner again as Les plugged the prod into the wall.
Jamal picked up Luke by the hair. When he was standing on his feet, Jamal grabbed his balls with his large black hand and crushed them. Then he punched Luke in the gut, and the man fell over in agony.
Les had to wait until he caught his breath. His balls were in shambles. Sharp bolts of pain shooting through his crotch. Jamal picked him up again and held his hands behind his back.
Luke could hardly speak.
"Please, don't do it," he cried, "anything, not the prod, please."
"That's just what I said when you were torturing me so eagerly," cackled Les.
Jamal held the man tight as Les approached with the prod. He did not have to feel the top to know it was hot and charged. He moved it closer to Luke's balls as the man howled in terror.
Luke screamed in mortal agony as the tip of the prod reached his cock on the head. Les could see small sparks flying as the electricity shot into his cock and made it stiffen and throb.
"Hey, he's got another hard-on," said someone.
Les held the tip of the prod on his balls, and saw them shake and writhe as the energy shot through them. He removed the prod, then touched the inside of his thigh, the buttocks of his ass, and his armpit. Each time the prod struck him, a bolt of power shot thorugh his body and small sparks flew. A slight buzzing noise, like a dentist's drill, filled Les' ear each time he struck the man.
The bikers were delighted as they watched. Dad was lying back relaxing after his struggle.
The bikers started gang-banging Latitia.
Luke whimpered.
Les knew he was broken. He would be Les' slave now. He had at last taken control of the man and was in complete charge.
But Les was not satisfied. He wanted to make the man pay more for the torment he had caused Les. Now that he had him where he wanted him he would take advantage of it and really give it to him.
The bikers were still fucking Latitia as Les began to whip Luke. Jamal stood nearby and grinned in delight as he saw his master whipped and screaming for mercy.
"No, not again," he shrieked. "Please, don't whip me, please, let me go."
Les whipped again and again. The tip of the leather caught his lip once and broke it open. Then he slashed his balls and the man let out a blood-curdling howl and that made even Les tremble.
"Please, Jamal, stop him," screamed Luke.
"Stop him and I'll tell you a secret that you must know."
As soon as Jamal heard this he walked over to Luke. For a moment Les feared the black man would listen to him and help him, but he was wrong.
"Tell me now."
Luke did not dare refuse.
"I've been lying to you," Luke said. "About a year ago I got word that the revolution in your country had succeeded and your parents were free. You too are free to return whenever you want. I didn't want to tell you because I knew I would lose my bodyguard."
Les waited. He felt sure the black man's rage would make him kill Luke on the spot. But to his surprise he smiled and a flash of relief passed over his face.
"I am very happy," Jamal said. "I can go home now."
"Now will you help me?" asked Luke.
Jamal spit in Luke's face, a huge green glob that caught Luke on the eye.
"You must be kidding," laughed Jamal.
Les shook Jamal's hand, and the black man said he would leave immediately. Luke would have no one.
Les told the maids to flee the house. They would not be around either when Luke was freed. He would be alone.
The bikers were still working on the amazon. She was out cold now as the last of them shot his load into her cunt.
Les untied the woman with Ernst's help and made her stand and made her look at her bruised body.
"Disgusting, isn't' it?" Les laughed.
"Get me out of here," said the woman.
"Well take her back with us," said Dad. "I like that chick. We can use her."
"Fine," said Les. He wanted the man to be left with no one at all.
The bikers finished their rampage and gathered in the room to say goodbye to Luke. Each slapped his face and spit on his naked body. Dad twisted his nose playfully but painfully.
"I'm leaving," Dad said, grabbing the tall woman by the hair. "And you're coming with us."
Les would leave with them too. He wanted to make sure that the man understood everything first.
"You will show up tomorrow night at the Silver Spur," he said.
"Yes, anything you say."
"Address me as Master," said Les.
"Yes, Master," said Luke.
Les cut him down and he fell to the ground. He was finished for good, Les thought. He had done it. The most powerful, strong-willed man he had ever met was his slave. He owned Luke.
"I'll see you tomorrow," said Les.
"Yes, Master," said Luke, gasping in relief as he lay in a ball on the floor.
"Let's get out of here," said Les. "This place makes me sick."
Les strolled out the door with the bikers. He knew Luke would not disobey. He knew he would come to the Silver Spin the following night. Les was already looking forward to his next night of work. You know, he thought to himself, maybe I'll keep this job and forget all about acting. I'm really getting to like it.
