There are few that would change lives with Kristen.
She was an only child that was left alone when her parents died in a car accident when she was only ten.
Upon their deaths she had only one living relative in the world, Uncle Devon who wasn't even her true uncle as he was her mother's stepbrother. But he had taken her in and even fewer would have traded Kristen places.
Devon Slade was not a well-like man.
Nothing had ever been proven against him but many thought that he was not the best person in the world, and they were correct.
Devon Slade had a reputation of being cruel and what was known of him wasn't even half of it.
He was mental throwback.
Devon believed that the only purpose of women were to bear children and serve as sex slaves. And as he had no desire to have children they only served in one function-slave. And that is just how he treated his stepneice from day one.
The tearful ten year old soon learned what physical labor was.
Two hours before going off to school in the mornings saw her uncle's place spick and span and his breakfast on the table.
Then upon returning in the afternoon she became an unpaid kitchen helper in his local luncheonette. She scrubbed pots, mopped floors, scoured walls of accumulated grease, toted trash out to the trash bin and other jobs. All while under the heavy hand of her uncle, who could not be pleased.
There wasn't a day that went by that didn't see her black and blue from his slaps and hits to move her alone.
And for a while her life continued as such.
Kristen didn't dare complain, in fact before she came out of her daze caused by her parents' deaths and the upheaval in her life, she began to accept the strict treatment of her uncle.
Rarely did she even bother to try to avoid his blows, knowing that if she did manage to evade him he would only do twice as much damage when he caught her later.
By the time she was twelve Uncle Devon was no longer content with passing blows and Kristen began to receive spankings for offenses.
By thirteen the spankings became quite severe, leaving her in so much pain that she literally could not sit down and still she didn't dare complain, and wouldn't if she could.
When Kristen was fourteen things really changed. Not only did her body change but so did her treatment from her uncle.
Her birthday fell on a Sunday and she was quite surprised when informed that he would close the diner for the day-to celebrate her birthday.
Letting her sleep in late Devon woke her at ten and told her to shower.
Naturally she did so without question.
When she entered the kitchen she was further surprised by a hot breakfast awaiting her as Devon told her what was to happen.
"We're gonna spend the day together. I figured that it's finally time for you to earn your keep. I'm sick and tired of seeking out what I need, so from now on its gonna be you. You're fourteen now and old enough."
"Old enough for what Uncle Devon?" she asked, even knowing the answer.
"Old enough to serve as females are suppose to-with their bodies. And I can't deny that you've got one hell of a body. You've had your damned period for two years now, you're wearing a B-cup bra and I've seen the way you flirt with the boys."
"Yea, it's time. And to show you what I mean I've got some movies for you to watch. So clean up this mess and come to the living room."
His words sent a shiver down her spine and as she cleaned up the kitchen she thought over his words.
She hadn't missed his recent actions toward her: the pinching of her tits, the grabbing of her ass, the sneering looks he gave her.
No, even Kristen knew that soon she would be having sex with her uncle and the thought didn't depress her in the least.
She knew that his rough-shod treatment of her was what she wanted from her sex partner.
The boys that she knew were far too gentle in their treatment of her. She was used to rough handling, and at least to herself, she admitted that it was what she wanted.
She even had a good idea of what to expect from him. After all, she did clean his home and he was none to particular in hiding his girlie magazines.
Magazines that showed women tied, beaten, whipped, and restrained for sex.
And many a night she would use her talented fingers on herself as she thought about those magazines and her uncle.
Yes, she could picture herself in their place- under her uncle's hand, under his whip, and accepting his cock with her body.
And just the thought of what he would do to her made her wet-and very damn willing.
The dishes done, the kitchen cleaned, Kristen went to join her uncle in the living room.
The drapes were drawn, a light was on dim, the TV was on. So was the VCR.
She saw a stack of video boxes on top of the TV. One was empty, the lid pointing toward the ceiling.
Uncle Devon was sitting on the couch, the controller in his hand.
"Come here and sit beside me, Kristen."
He patted the couch next to him and as she sat down, he continued.
"I know that you're a smart girl, so tell me the truth. Do you know what's gonna happen today?"
His eyes bored into to hers.
Kristen's face flooded red and he smiled.
"Got an idea, I see. So tell me, what's your response?"
Kristen licked her suddenly dry lips. Her stomach felt like it had just taken a sudden elevator ride down.
Yes, she did have an idea of what was to happen.
"You're ... we're ... going to ..."
"Spit it out girl. What do you think is gonna happen?"
"We're going to have ... sex."
"Right. See, I said you were smart. And can you tell me what kind of sex we're gonna have?"
She knew.
But it was another matter to say it.
Her body was hot, her face was flushed like hell as she whispered, "Painful sex."
"Right again. I know you've been looking at my magazines and I'm glad you have. Hell, I left them out for you to see. I also know that after you see them, you go to your room and frig yourself. My question is-do they turn you on? Do you get hot and bothered by the pictures?"
She saw little reason to lie.
"Yes."
"I thought as much. So great. So far so good. You still cherry?"
He waited for her head to nod, smiled and continued.
"Great. So we both know what will happen today. You are going to lose your cherry, all three in fact, and your body will be introduced to sex the right way-painfully. I'll start you off easy and work up to the really rough stuff as we go along. In a few months I'll have you salivating at the thought of a whip on your flesh. But that's to come."
"What I want from you now is to hold my hand as we watch the first flick and if anything that you see is appealing to you I want you to squeeze my hand. Understand?"
Kristen was relieved by his words because she didn't have to speak.
She smiled at him, took his hand and squeezed it.
"Great. So on with the show."
He pressed the VCR button and the screen turned from dark grey to a light blue as the picture came on.
The blue was the sky with small fluffy clouds. The camera panned the sky as birds could be heard tweeting.
The screen changed to the tops of trees. A squirrel was shown sitting on a branch as a rumbling noise approached. Soon the forest sounds were drowned out by a roar. A road came into view and the roar could finally be recognized as motorcycles coming over the hill.
Unconsciously she squeezed his hand as the bikers filled the screen. Black leather, chrome, steel, jeans and dirt filled the living room. The Angles' Slave rolled across the screen.
Kristen's blood began pumping faster.
Devon watched Kristen almost as much as he did the TV, and both made him smile.
She didn't even notice when he changed hands and slipped his arm around the back of the couch to caress her left tit.
She moaned in pleasure but her eyes remained fixed on the tube. By the time the motorcycle gang was raping a girl that they had captured, Kristen's blouse was lying on the floor as Devon's fingers dug into her tits.
She moaned and squirmed and squeezed his hand when the girl was thrown over a hot bike and ass fucked by three guys as two others whipped her back with leather belts.
By the time of the final scene, Kristen was stripped bare.
Her tits were rosy red by his administrations and her leaking cunt had formed a wet spot on the couch. As the final credits were rolling up the screen Kristen was lying over Devon's lap totally unrestricted as her ass was introduced to his leather belt.
Thirty or so strokes later her cherry was history and a new movie was in the VCR.
When the second film started Kristen's hands were bound behind her back.
She had complied willing, quite willing in fact, and they settled back to watch with eager anticipation as Female Prisoners in Hell came on.
Male and female guards abused, fucked, sucked, ordered around, sucked, whipped, bound and generally tormented the female prisoners.
When one woman's tits were bound Kristen informed Devon that she wanted to try it.
Moments later her tits were bound in rope for the first time in her life.
From then on every time she saw something that she liked Devon would hit her confined tits with a small crop to their mutual satisfaction.
And as that film rewound her mouth was given an introduction to Devon's cock.
And so the day progressed.
At the completion of A Hard Master to Please Kristen's ass was invaded for the first time.
When Swing 'em High was finished Kristen's youthful form was hanging from the ceiling as Devon used a cat on her willing flesh before screwing her ass to their mutual satisfaction.
The completion of The Story of O had her introduced to her first dildo and hot candle wax and more cock in her cunt.
Journey into Pain led them to nipple and clit clips and more of the cat.
Kristen was hooked for life on pain.
In the following months Devon's words were proven to be correct.
Just the mention of a whip sent her into a dither. She wasn't happy unless in constant pain, either recent or lingering.
She didn't like the looks of her skin unless it was marked.
The local boys held no appeal for her, they were much to mild for her tastes, none of them showed signs of being demanding enough.
Her world became Uncle Devon and what they did after the diner was closed for the night.
Just before she turned fifteen one of the waitresses suddenly quit and Kristen was forced to take her position and a new realm was opened.
Her tips were collected nightly and set aside for special purchases-all relating to her need to be harmed. B&D and S&M movies, books, and supplies were bought with her money and their collections grew rapidly as she began to use her body to increase her tips.
Many customers were treated with the view of her growing, marred boobs.
If a customer seemed a likely candidate to her charms, they could leer at her bruised tits to their heart's content as she waited on their table.
As time passed her reputation grew and she began to gather a following.
Regular customers soon learned that if they laid money on the table they could see even more-buttons on her uniform refused to stay buttoned, her skirt was too tight for her to bend over easily so it would be pulled up when she bent over in their presences, her full tits would accidentally brush them in passing and such.
The next phase was a natural.
Five and ten dollar bills would be collected by her tits, and as she never wore a bra, they had to hunt for a place to put them.
Twenty dollar bills found a warm, wet home as she stood by the tables with her legs spread for minutes at a time.
And then some insisted on stuffing bills up her ass too, to everyone's enjoyment.
And all the while Kristen and Devon's collections grew and grew. And with more materials to study they became more and more experimental-harnesses, clips, gags, numerous varieties of dildos, whips, restraints, canes, binders, and so forth found a new home at the back of the diner.
Kristen began to wear out Uncle Devon both at the diner, because of the increased customers, and with their after closing activities.
She became insatiable and her mind conjured up fantasies and not too surprising her thoughts turned to burly motorcycle gangs as she recalled her first porn movie.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a hot, hazy summer day.
Kristen was working at her uncle's diner and the business was beginning to taper off.
Mr. Sampleton and Mr. Henricks were just drinking the last of their coffee as the bikes pulled up out front.
The small bell tinkled over the door just as Kristen rang up their bill on the cash register.
As the men left, the four bikers noisily scraped back the chairs, plopped down in them as one of them slammed his hand down on the table top and yelled, "Coffee, bitch, and make it quick."
"Be with you in a minute, sir," came Kristen's reply as her blood started to pound in her head. Talk about fantasies come true!
The teen almost creamed her pants, if she had any on that is.
Growing up with her sadistic uncle, Kristen had had some very unusual fantasies over the years, but the most prominent one was about being abducted by a motorcycle gang and made their slave forever.
Grabbing her order pad from behind the counter, she undid yet another button on her uniform as she bent over.
A quick glance was enough to confirm that plenty of cleavage showed, along with a slowly fading bruise on her left knocker.
Standing straight, walking around the end of the counter, Kristen took a quick glance at the machines parked out front and was pleased to see out-of-state plates.
One greasy hunk had fed the jukebox and as she reached their table a heavy metal song blasted out of the speakers sending a tingling shiver up her spine.
"What'll it be gang?" was her greeting as she poised the pencil over the order pad and tilted her hips toward the guy who had slammed his hand down on the table.
"You deaf or something, bitch? I said coffee. Four of 'em and quick."
"Four coffees coming right up."
A quick scribble on her pad and Kristen turned around and walked to the coffee maker, complete with gyrating hips.
Shaking hands quickly stacked four cups and saucers on the tray. Balancing the tray on one hand and the coffee pot in the other she returned to their table with a wistful smile curling her lips.
"Here you go. Four piping hot coffees for four piping hot guys."
As she placed a cup and saucer in front of each man she made sure they all got an eyeful of her endowments.
And again when each cup was filled.
"See anything else you want?"
This question was directed at Hand Slammer as she pulled her shoulders back making her uniform top gap even more with the motion.
Hand Slammer didn't miss any of her invitations and quickly decided 'what the hell'.
Leaning back in his chair he looked up at her with a totally blank face.
Seeing her calmly stand there with her tits all but hanging out he slowly raised his right hand toward her half exposed left tit.
Placing his palm on her tit he looked at her again and when he saw approval, it was an easy matter to slide his hand around and under her tit and flip it up and out, leaving it hanging totally displayed for all to see.
"Yea, we'll have some of this too."
"Fine. And how would you like it?"
Sopping cunt was proof enough for Kristen that things were going exceedingly well so far.
'Cool bitch' he thought as he began to squeezed his fingers together, twisting her displayed tit for his buddies to see.
Seconds passed as he twisted some more, leaving light red marks on her pale skin.
"We like ours medium rare. You know, with a little bit of blood still showing. Sound interesting?"
"Medium rare tits are nice appetizers, how about the main course? Do you see anything else that you'd like for that?"
"Not at the moment. It all seems to be covered. Think that could be changed, bitch?"
"Yea, but not here. My uncle would definitely object."
"What uncle?"
"The one back in the kitchen."
"Would he by chance be the one who did this?" as he jabbed his finger into the bruise showing on her tit.
Kristen gave a slight twinge of pain before shaking her head in the affirmative.
"He doesn't like to share, huh?"
"No, he doesn't, but I do. Think something could be arranged? It would have to be something quick though, he checks on me every five minutes or so and it's about that time now."
Hand Slammer gave away his first emotions as he smiled at her, flipped her tit back inside her top and turned to his buddies and said, "Drink up, we're leaving. Tony, turn the bikes around and start mine. We're gonna be leaving here in a hurry."
None of his friends were imbeciles and in a matter of seconds the other three were out the door, turning the bikes around and Tony started Mike's, Hand Slammer's, before doing the same with his.
As the engines revved outside Kristen and Hand Slammer walked to the cash register, both of them looking at the opening to the kitchen.
As the cash register rang up the order her uncle looked through the pass-through window, saw that all was well, then turned back to is TV without another thought.
He heard the bell above the door ring as the last man left.
He didn't bother to look, but if he had, he would have seen Kristen leave at the same time.
The next time he thought to check on Kristen he couldn't see here anywhere in the empty diner. Slamming the swinging door back so hard that it hit the wall, he walked out front.
Empty. Damn it all to hell in a hand basket, now where had she gone?
Looking around he saw her order pat resting on the cash register. Picking it up he read, "Gone to have some fun. I may or may not be back, Kristen."
"The damned horny bitch. She'll pay when she gets back. Just see if she doesn't."
* * *
Kristen wasn't worried about getting back.
She was having too much fun to even consider it.
Most people would have considered it hell, but not Kristen. Her uncle had seen that she wasn't raised as other girls, thus he shouldn't have been surprised.
And quite frankly he wasn't surprised, just irritated.
Kristen and Hand Slammer had literally ran out the door of the diner and jumped on the empty bike with her in front.
All four bikes pulled out, leaving the smell of burning rubber and exhaust in their wake, and headed further out of the town as the diner got smaller and smaller behind them.
The rolling, tree-covered hills of Connecticut sped by in a haze as the four machines screamed over the roads.
"Where to, bitch?" Hand Slammer yelled over the engine noise as she pressed her butt into his crotch, thrilled with the vibrations that the bike sent humming through her overheated pussy.
"Up ahead is a small opening in the trees. It's an old Indian trail that leads to several small cleared areas."
Kristen felt Hand Slammer laugh as he yelled in her ear, "Like it out doors, huh?"
"I like it anywhere, if the company is right."
"And what kind of company might that be, bitch?" he asked as he pinched her tit with his left hand.
"Your kind. Low-down, mean, cruel and nasty. Men who know what they want and aren't afraid to go out and get it."
"Right, bitch. And the first thing I want is for you to put your hands behind your back and keep 'em there. Understand, bitch?"
"Oh, yea. I understand."
Kristen leaned forward from her waist just enough to place her hands behind her, then she slid her hips forward so her pussy was pressed tightly into the vibrating gas tank, and then leaned back into Hand Slammer's chest as she waited for whatever was to come, hoping it wouldn't be a long wait.
It wasn't.
Bringing his left hand to her again, Hand Slammer jammed his thumb into the opening of her uniform top and ripped down.
The few remaining buttons that were holding her top together were soon small white specks on the road. Kristen curled her fingers around his wide leather belt for security as she felt the wind press against her exposed tits.
Both had to wait for a moment as Hand Slammer had to use both hands to make a turn, but his left hand soon returned to Kristen, ripping away her top from the waistband. With the shredded ends and loose strings of her now destroyed top tickling her arms, she felt Hand Slammer push her forward.
Bending forward from the waist, she was at first puzzled but that puzzlement was soon solved as he pulled the shoulders of her top down her arms, in effect imprisoning her arms at her sides.
Rising over a crest of a hill Kristen got yet another thrill, for coming up the other side was a car. Noting the driver's open mouthed response she laughed as Hand Slammer's hand pulled hard on her wind caressed nipples then gave the driver the finger.
"Up there on the left, see the opening? That's the trail."
"Right. Hang on. I wouldn't want to lose ya now."
With a quick down shifting of gears, Kristen was glad she had the support of this belt as the four bikes turned off the road and onto the small winding trail that led into the woods.
The big street bikes were not meant for off-road and it took all the skill the drivers had to keep themselves and their bikes upright as Kristen bounced up and down, her pussy gratefully grinding into the sloped gas tank with each jarring bounce until finally a trail opened into a small clearing.
"This it, bitch?"
"Well, you could. But there's another clearing behind this one. If you want more privacy, that is."
"Privacy, huh? Right. We'll want that, won't we."
Seeing an even smaller path leading out of the clearing he turned toward it as the others followed in his wake.
Small branches brushed against them as they slowly made their way along until coming to another, slightly larger clearing.
"This it?"
"Yes. See, it even has all the comforts of home."
Hand Slammer was at first confused but then decided that she was referring to a fire circle and a supply of firewood that could be seen off to one side.
Parking his bike a ways away, he turned it off.
"Stay put, bitch. I'll be right back"
He swung his leg over the seat and stepped off, walking over to his friends.
"Tony, while it's still light, build a fire. You two look through your gear and find some things that will come in handy. This bitch doesn't seem to care what we do, so we'll do it all. Just like that one back in Jersey. Remember her?"
"Yea."
"Who could forget her?"
"Right. So move it. We'll spend the night here, have some fun, then split the first thing in the morning."
In a matter of minutes Tony had a small fire going, some very unusual items were placed around the fire, and Kristen patiently waited for the events to unfold as she sat on the bike, but not for long.
"We're gonna need more wood if we're planning to spend the night." Tony informed Mike as he pointed at the small supply at hand.
"Right."
Turning toward Kristen he added, "Come on, bitch, time to do some work. Get your ass off the bike and get some wood."
Kristen was beginning to think that they had forgotten about her as they settled in, so she quickly stepped off the bike and walked to Hand Slammer.
"What do you want me to do?"
"For now, collect some wood before it gets too dark, after all you wouldn't want us to stop to get wood, would ya?"
"Oh, no. Once you start, I don't want you to stop at all."
"That's what I thought. So move your ass and get some wood. Come on, I'll help ya."
They headed off into the surrounding woods, each of them picking up fallen branches as they walked.
Picking up a larger piece, he said, "Here, you can carry it."
"My hands are full."
"Tough, carry it anyway. Cradle your arms and I'll pile it on."
He waited for a bit while she readjusted her wood then put the larger one in her arms.
She was quite a sight. Torn dress, her tits hanging free and her arms full of wood.
But when she readjusted her load of wood he noticed that now her tits were resting on top of the larger piece he had insisted she carry, giving him an idea.
Bending down he picked up another big piece and put it on top of the other one. And it was no accident that her tits got caught in between the two pieces.
"You drop 'em and you're dog meat."
"Ahhh."
The combination of the weight of the wood, both above and below her boobs and the roughness of the bark was quite a sensation.
A good sensation, that fact being attested to by her drooling snatch, as she held her load of wood as again and again he put more and more into her arms until she didn't think she could hold it any longer because of the sheer weight involved.
Plus her constant shifting of the wood was beginning to rub her tits raw, making her knees weak.
"That's enough for this trip. Come on, bitch, back to the fire."
Silently she did as ordered, if one ignored her groans of pleasure as the wood scraped back and forth across her entrapped knockers as she walked back to the fire and dropped her burden as the others looked on with approval in their eyes for what Hand Slammer had made her do.
The small scrapes and scratches on her tits being obvious for all to see.
"Nice touch, Mike. How about she does some collecting in the nude? That way she could carry a few more, if you get my drift," came Tony's suggestion as he placed another log on the well established fire then looked at the gap between her legs with a wink at Mike.
"Good idea."
Turning to Kristen, he said, "Strip, bitch. And make it quick, you've got more wood to haul before the fun begins. And Tony and I will help."
Kristen had made five more trips carrying wood and each time large pieces had been placed between her legs and pressed into her crotch as she was forced to carry them that way, and each of the five times there had been a smaller piece shoved up her ass crack just for the fun of it.
By the time the men became bored with that, her breasts, inner legs and cunt were rubbed raw and her asshole was anything but soothed.
But none of them missed the other evidence- mainly her leaking snatch that got several pieces wet in the lengthy gathering process.
Exhausted after her final trip she dropped to her knees by the fire and asked for something to drink.
"Sure, bitch," came from Mike as he stood over her and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his engorged cock. "Drink this."
Well, things were finally looking up in Kristen's opinion as she eagerly reached for the tempting treat staring her in the face.
Licking her lips she brought them forward and kissed the head of his cock then slowly encased it in her mouth.
Gently she went up and down him, getting more excited by the second as in her mind she was having flashes of fantasies.
Flashes of more stringent things happening to her very willing body. Hoping to see those flashes become reality, she scraped her teeth over his tender shaft with just enough pressure to cause him slight pain.
Mike's hand slammed into the side of her head, just as it had on the table back at the diner, as he added, "Easy, bitch, or you could be in for some real trouble. Handle that with care."
Shaking the fog out of her head Kristen again brought her mouth back to his cock.
She eased it in, taking it deeper and deeper until her lips were surrounding it at the base. And as his hair tickled her nose she brought her teeth together and bit.
Not real hard, but hard enough to make him feel it.
The next thing she knew, she was laying on the ground and her ears were ringing from the blow delivered to the other side of her head.
As again she shook the fog from her head she smiled at the thought that Mike was a two fisted hitter.
"You were told to take it easy, bitch."
"Yea? Well what are you going to do about it?" Now maybe things will heat up around her, she thought as she saw Mike pull the wide leather belt out of the loops of his jeans.
CHAPTER THREE
The removal of Mike's belt had just been a prelude, as she was quickly bound.
Her hands were firmly secured behind her back before she even had a chance to think about what was happening.
Then came Mike's belt. Across her squirming ass flesh with resounding smacks that reverberated through the surrounding trees as she wreathed upon the dirt covered ground and moaned with pleasure, never once trying to avoid the blows.
In fact several times before he stopped she raised her ass in invitation. And that fact was not lost upon her audience.
Tiring of his activity and wanting to get his rocks off, Mike stopped hitting her with his belt, reached down grabbed her by her hair until she was on her knees again.
"Now suck it right, bitch."
She was more than eager to do so.
The nice warm glow of her ass urged her on as she took his swollen cock into her mouth.
That time she didn't pull any games, besides which, occasionally Mike would use his belt on her warm ass to keep her in line.
Up, down, swirling tongue, tugging cheeks, and the inevitable happened.
Mike came and she drank it with gusto as the other three looked on eagerly, missing none of her actions or reactions.
After coming to a shuttering halt, Mike said, "Ok. Now we'll go one at a time. Gregg, you're next. Do whatever you want. She's yours," turning to Kristen, he added, "Right, bitch?"
Licking the last of his cum from her lips, Kristen smiled.
"Whatever you say, Mike."
This was promising to be a good night, as she looked at Gregg and waited for the next act to begin, hoping that things would escalate.
"Gee, thanks Mike. You usually run the show."
"Tonight each of us gets a chance with the bitch, then ... hell, then we'll just play it by ear. Right?"
"Right."
Gregg looked at Mike for a second then turned his full attention to Kristen who was still kneeling on the ground, patiently waiting.
"What'd ya want bitch, as if it makes any difference?"
"Whatever you want, just as long as I get fucked. After all, girls have needs too, you know."
Her pussy was aching to be stuffed, and soon.
"Well that's just too damned bad, isn't it, bitch. I'm not much of a pussy lover, if you get my drift."
"Fine. So forget my pussy, fuck my ass. Or aren't you even man enough for that?"
That should get a response, she thought.
And it did.
"Why you bitch," came his reply, accompanied with his booted foot slamming into her stomach, sending her sprawling.
And before she had a chance to move Gregg gave her another kick, this one in her side before he took long strides away from her.
But she kept her balance "Give me a hand with this, will you, Jim?"
"This" was a large log that they both moved into position only with great effort. "Now let me borrow your rope," Gregg said.
He loop one end under the log and then pulled Kristen over to stand next to it, wrapping the rope around her ankle. Tight.
"That hurt?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"We'll see if we can do something about that," he said, moving to the other leg. He pulled on her ankle and she realized what he had in mine-to spread her legs as far apart as he could without splitting her in two. Or maybe that was the idea after all.
He pulled the rope tight around her ankle and said, "Put your hands behind your back."
At first she thought he was going to tie them as well, but he said, as he removed his belt, "I'm going to use this on you now, and I'm going to be really hard on you. Is that all right with you?"
She felt a flutter in her stomach, a flutter of fear, but also of excited arousal. She nodded.
"What? I don't think I heard you."
"Yes, it's fine with me."
"Good. I'm not going to tie your hands behind your back. I realize that this will make the temptation very strong to try to cover yourself when the pain gets too strong, but I don't think you will do that, will you?"
"No," she said, her voice feeling a good deal fainter.
"Good. I'm going to strap your tits first. I'm going to give you ten good solid whack to each one. But if you try to shield them with your hands, I'm going to add five to each one for every violation. Is that understood?"
She said that she understood. Already her pussy was a running swamp of aroused juices.
He began swinging the belt. Her body exploded into a delicious cloud of painful sensations ... three ... four ... five ... six ... it seemed that he'd been whipping her forever.
"Ten ..." he said. "Now the other tit. This time, you count."
She began, after each blow, to count, although by the time he'd reached eight her voice was virtually screaming out the numbers, almost incoherently. The last two were delivered directly to the sensitive flesh of her nipple and for a moment the world swam in front of her. Suddenly her back was wet and the back of her legs hurt and she was totally confused.
Then she realized what had happened-she'd fallen backwards, losing her balance from the force of the final two blows.
"Nice position," said Gregg, staring down at her splayed legs and gaping cunt slit. "Stay just like that."
She saw the belt rising and for a moment didn't realize it's target until the tip ripped across her exposed clit. She screamed, her entire body convulsing. She waited for the next blow to fall.
"I didn't hear you count."
"Oh! One. I'm sorry ...?"
"Certainly. Now ask me to hit you harder."
"Please ... hit me harder."
"Say, 'Whip my cunt harder,'" he said.
"Please, whip my cunt harder."
"I'd be glad to," he replied, and proceeded to do just that, requiring her to request a harder stroke each time. And each stroke was delivered with greater and greater force, until she felt that surely she would pass out.
Then he said, "Now flip her over the other way," and she found herself on her knees, ankles still tied to the log, ass in the air, receiving his cock.
It didn't take him long to come as his fingers dug into her inflamed cheeks to their mutual satisfaction.
Gregg had collapsed on top of her for a while before Jim began his activities.
Pulling Gregg aside, Jim again picked up Kristen by her waist, this time holding her as he moved the piece of firewood beneath her with his foot. Then lowering her to the ground.
Carrying the wood to the other side of the log that still kept her legs pulled taut, Jim placed it on the ground and came back to her.
"Ready for me, bitch?" he asked as he began to loosen her right leg from the log, just enough for her to bend her legs.
Groggy with passion, Kristen gave him a shaky smile as her tongue moistened her dry lips.
"Oh God ... do I ever hurt."
"Ready for more, though, aren't ya, bitch?"
"Yes ... oh yesss."
"Just as I thought. Up on your knees, bitch, and the fun will continue."
Jim waited for her to do as told, then he picked up two pieces of firewood that were about three inches around and eighteen inches long and some small lengths of rope.
As she adjusted herself on her knees he tied the rope around one end of the two pieces.
"Tony, give me a hand."
"Right, man. What'ca want?"
"I want her tits between these. Tightly. A homemade breast press."
"Got'ca."
Between the two of them, with no resistance from Kristen, the two pieces of wood were soon next to her chest and being pressed together, cutting off her tits from her rib cage.
Satisfied that they had it were they wanted it, they began to press them closer and closer together as Jim looped another piece of rope around the other end and pulled them even closer together, resulting in one damned tight fit.
Looking down Kristen saw her deformed and bloated tits being cut in two by the two pieces of wood as the bark cut groves into her.
No doubt about it, they were tight.
"Ooooohhh ... sweeett Jesus."
"He ain't gonna help ya, bitch, so just hold still."
Jim tied off the rope then gave her tits a feel. Hard as a rock and already turning red with the loss of circulation.
Her nipples felt like little rocks glued on the ends of her tits as he squeezed them between his fingers and thumb, causing her to groan in pain/pleasure as she tried to force more into his grasp.
"Nice. Real nice, bitch."
"Help me move her Tony."
"What now?"
"I want her ass on the log that's holding her legs and her back on the other one. I've got plans for those tits of hers."
"Right. Got'ca."
And soon it became an accomplished fact.
Kristen's hands were still tied behind her back. The branch breast-press was cutting into her tits with ease.
After bending her backwards so she laid atop the hunk of wood they re-tied her ankle to the branch holding her legs apart. With her ass resting on the same branch that her legs were tied to and being forced to lay over the other log, Kristen was a very tightly drawn piece of human flesh abundantly opened for whatever was coming her way.
And coming her way was the same strap that Gregg had used on her ass and cunty, only this time the target was her pressed tits.
God bless America, baseball and mom's apple pie, could Jim ever wield a strap!
Her smashed together tits felt like they were about to explode with every blow he sank into her throbbing hillocks.
And God, oh God, was he ever accurate too.
Five times in a row just the very tip of the strap snapped into her right nipple sending her into orbit and when he changed aim to her left one she just kept coming.
Ten, twenty times the strap landed on her bound tits, each sending her into bliss.
Twenty-one split her right nipple, twenty-two the left as Jim dropped the strap and sank his cock up her spread cunt and pounded away to their mutual delight.
Then it was Jake's turn.
He had watched all that had transpired and was more than eager for his turn. Using Kristen's hair as a handle, he pulled her up until she was again supported by her knees in the dirt. A moment later he untied her hands from behind her back.
Kristen used the opportunity to rub some circulation back in her cold wrists and hands as Jake untied her feet. Totally free except for the wood breast-press, she turned on her beaten ass and rubbed her ankles and feet.
"Give me your hands, bitch. It's time for some more fun."
As soon as his words made sense, she offered up her hands to the rope again. Soon they were tied in front of her and Jake was urging her to rise by the expedient means of pulling on the rope.
Kristen stood on shaking legs and followed him to the other side of the clearing. She smiled as he flipped the other end of the rope over a sturdy branch and began pulling.
Kristen loved suspension. She eagerly raised her hands up as far as she could, standing on tip toes to aid him in their mutual quest. Soon though even her toes lost contact with the ground and he body began to sway gently in the night air as he tied off the end of the rope to the trunk of the tree.
Jake took a moment to view the sight before him, and what a sight it was too.
The fully mature teenager was quite a sight. Total weight supported by her hands, she hung from the tree. The breast press was still in place making her tits full and hard. Each one covered with whip marks. Her full hips and rounded ass were covered even more by colorful marks of the night's events. Her inner legs glistened with expelled juices.
And she was smiling. She seemed utterly content with herself and them he thought as he too took up the leather strap and approached her swaying body.
The crack of leather connecting with soft stomach flesh echoed through the woods, followed by a muffled scream from Kristen. It as a sound repeated often, even if the target area changed- stomach, dangling legs, bound tits, previously striped ass and hips.
Before Jake could wait no longer Kristen was covered from armpits to kneecaps as he grabbed a leg in each hand and wrapped them around his hips as he sank his raging cock up her pulsating cunt. The two of them twisted, jerked and swayed as they strove to and gained the ultimate quest of passion.
Mike, with his cock fully renewed, smiled as he stood up and walked forward. Reaching for one of her ankles that were still wrapped around Jake's hips, he tied it with a hunk of rope as they totally ignored him.
Not bothering to pull her ankle yet, he took the other end of the rope and flipped it over the branch that was holding Kristen. And as he slowly began to pull, pulling her leg away from Jake, they finally looked in his direction.
Jake grunted, pulled out his spent cock, gave Kristen's ass a gently pat, and walked away eager to see what Mike would do next. He was always the one to come up with the new and unusual.
Kristen had felt, but paid no attention, to the rope wrapping around her left ankle as she relished the last trembles of her recent climaxes with Jake. He was a good fucker and not bad with his hunk of leather either.
But when Mike began to pull her leg she got a surge of excitement, knowing that more was to come. It was so much better having more than Uncle Devon, even he tired after a while. But with four guys to attend to her body's needs even she was beginning to tire from their combined efforts.
But not enough to want to call it quits. No, far from that stage as she watched her foot climb toward the night sky.
Her foot climbed and climbed. To her waist. To her chest. Past her bloated tits. It didn't stop its ascent until it was at eye level, causing her body to tilt to the side and opening her hot cunt to the cooler night air.
Hanging quietly, she wondered what he would do with that so exposed part of her. Whatever it was, she was sure she would enjoy it.
She got an idea of what was to come as she watched Mike smooth the leather glove covering his right hand as he stepped between her opened legs.
"Ever been fist fucked, bitch?" he asked calmly as leather covered digits twiddled her leaking cunt. A surge of excited lust flooded her entire body at his words.
This was something new. Uncle Devon had jammed dildos up her cunt. Once he had even had three in her at once. But never had she had a fist.
What would it feel like?
Probably fantastic, she thought as she finally answered his question.
"Aahh nooo."
"But just the thought excites you, doesn't it, bitch?"
They smiled at each other as she nodded her head in the affirmative as more of his fingers found a wet and hot home.
"Thought as much, bitch. Open up for me. You take my fist like a good bitch and we'll fill all three of your openings at the same time. Sound interesting, bitch?"
"God yesss. Dooo ittt. Dooo ittt all."
Mike chuckled as all four fingers squirmed up her greased track. He liked bitches like this one. No simpering. No denying natural drives. She knew what she wanted and needed and wasn't ashamed to tell the world about those wants.
She was even better than that chick in Jersey. She had been willing to be beaten and fucked beyond any normal means, but she had to have the illusion of being forced in the process. The illusion of forcing her had been good, but this was so much better.
He liked willing slaves. And if things weren't different, he might consider keeping her. But because they were as they were, tonight would be it for her. But he planned to make it a damned good one night as he curled his thumb into the palm of his hand and continued to push.
Kristen saw the concentration on his face but gave it little thought as his hand forced her cunt to open wider and wider. It felt like he was trying to climb inside her with his whole body. She felt muscles give. As he pushed farther, it felt like her damned bones were giving and still he pushed his hand farther and farther inside her.
Until suddenly there was a pop and his curled fingers slammed into her cervix as her pussy opening gripped his leather covered wrist.
She screamed.
But it wasn't a scream of pain. It was of pure unadulterated lust and raging passion.
Never had she been so filled. Never had she felt the pressures of a fisted hand caressing her cunty walls. Unexplained sensations flooded her as he pussy flooded his driving hand as it dove in and out of her.
In and out. In and out it moved like a demented cock. But it was soooo much better. Each finger and sturdy thumb was like a cock unto itself. They twisted, turned, fluttered, jabbed, teased and stimulated her like hell. A beautiful hell. An exquisite hell. A hell that drove her over the edge again and again.
She hardly even felt his other hand's attention to her bound and throbbing tits. Vaguely she felt them pinched, pulled, smashed and delighted. But her main focus was the hand inside her that was doing things she had never even dreamed of.
She became one extended climax. There were no lows. Only the high peaks, each higher than the previous. On and on they went. She felt her pussy stretching more and more with each passing second. And she eagerly opened for the invasion.
The leather covered wrist was totally inside her as she felt each hair of his forearm enter her greedy body. It felt like she was giving birth in reverse. And she loved each and every centimeter that was driving into her slithering hole. Each pounding of her cervix. Each jolt to her sucking tunnel.
She could spend the rest of her life like this.
But such was not to be.
Mike watched as she swallowed his arm almost to his elbow. He felt quivering, pulsating, hot tissue suck him in. He was slamming in so hard he was actually supporting part of her weight. And still all she did was continue to come. And come.
The sweat was dripping down his face. His hand was beginning to cramp for his working her over. Until he came to the conclusion that he was the one working, not her. She was only enjoying. Enjoying both of his hands while he had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit.
Why should he be made to wait?
No reason whatsoever.
He jerked his arm and hand out of her and took a step back.
She continued to climax.
He untied the rope holding her foot and it flopped in the night breeze.
She continued to climax.
The others came to them and began to lower her to the ground.
She continued to climax.
The breast press was jerked off.
She continued to climax.
Gregg slid under her and jammed his cock up her ass.
She continued to climax.
Mike jammed his cock up her cunt and was amazed to find that it was tight.
She continued to climax.
As he turned sideways, Jim clamped his hands on her purple tits and slid his cock between them. Fucking them like a slab of meat.
She continued to climax.
Jake filled her mouth with his cock.
She continued to climax.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kristen awoke the next morning to sounds of moans and twittering birds.
She recognized the Blue Jays squawk before she recognized she was the one moaning.
Squinting her eyes shut against the bright glare of the sun she slowly came awake. And with her senses starting to function they all bombarded her with information.
Touch registered pain in her from hair to toes and all in between.
Taste registered the last residue of male cream, dirt and morning after breath.
Sound registered birds, small animals scurrying in the woods and her continued moans.
Smell registered stale sex orders, male and female, woods, dirt and other outdoor smells like the faint smell of recent burnt wood.
But none of really registered until she opened her eyes and put them all together.
Slowly sitting up she surveyed her battered body, the surrounding woods, and the empty camp site.
"They left me," she said with a noticeable sound of regret. "After all of that, they left me. Why, oh why, did they leave me?"
She broke down in tears.
The squawking Jay and a chattering squirrel paused in their activity to note the new sounds coming from the girl lying on the ground. .The Jay flew away as the squirrel climbed higher in the tree, but otherwise ignored the naked girl in their domain.
When her tears were finally spent, Kristen knew she had no choice but to return to Uncle Devon.
Wiping tears with dirty hands she finally assessed her situation and began to look around.
Her torn uniform was lying some ten feet away, but her casual look told her that it would offer scant covering. But it was all she had, so she slowly stood and walked to it as her body protested every move she made.
Looking down she saw that her body was covered with dried cum, dried grasses, dried leaves and itchy dirt. Remembering the small stream just beyond the clearing she made her way there and cleaned up the best she could under the circumstances.
Pushing the water off with her hands she donned her torn uniform. Only the top two buttons remained and she fastened them and went back to the clearing to look for her shoes.
She couldn't find them.
But she did find a scrap of paper with the words "Thanks for the night, bitch. You were great." written on it.
Curling her hand around the paper, she began walking out of the clearing toward the road.
Dispirited, she began the long walk back.
* * *
Devon Slade saw her when she was a half a mile from the diner. He saw her stumble, her tattered uniform flapping in the gentle breeze, and as she neared he even saw the disappointment written on her face. "So they didn't keep her," he thought as she stepped into the parking lot.
He saw her stiff movements and various marks on her body and correctly assumed how she had spent the night. "She took on all four and survived," he muttered as he tossed his apron on the counter as he walked toward the back of the diner where she had headed.
They met at the back door. He watched her open it as he leaned against the wall.
"So, you came back?"
Kristen had seen her uncle but she really wasn't thinking about him as she stepped inside. Her only goal was the shower as she looked at him.
Was he mad? Of course he was, she thought.
"Good morning, Uncle Devon."
"Good morning, hell. It's 2:00. You missed breakfast and lunch."
"I'm ahh sorry."
"Sorry won't make it, slut. I know where you were and with who. Take off those rags and get in the room."
'The room' was the one they had set up for their games of pain and sex. "Of course," she thought, "he will punish me for leaving." But she really didn't care.
Kristen took off her uniform. It wasn't all that hard, and let it fall to the floor.
"They gave you quit a workout, didn't they?"
She nodded her head.
"But not as much as I will. Get your ass in there."
"I ahh I will. May I have a shower first, though?"
His first response was to say no, but he changed his mind as he looked closer. She was filthy and he had no desire to take dirty, sloppy second's. Hell, probably thirty's if it came to that.
"Make it quick."
Kristen silently made her way to the shower as Devon went to tell Susan to cover for him for a while. He then made his way to 'the room' to prepare for his niece.
A wet haired Kristen joined him ten minutes later and he began.
Kristen didn't object at any of the treatment her uncle gave her.
She willingly offered up herself to be bound and beaten even more. As whip and crop assaulted her battered body she told him all that had transpired the previous night.
When Devon finished with her Kristen was tied over a saw horse type device. Cum was again leaking out of her asshole and there wasn't an inch of her back or ass that wasn't marked. Many places were bleeding.
But she really didn't care.
Nor did she care that she spent the next two hours in that position.
Her one and only dream was to find a replacement for the group that had deserted her. Preferably another motorcycle gang. Uncle Devon was a dear, but he was only one man and she knew that he couldn't content her.
No, she needed several men in her life.
Several mean, demanding men.
* * *
As time passed Devon began to take a closer look at Kristen and he came to the same conclusion Kristen had. He was no longer enough for her.
Oh, yea, she still eagerly consented to his slightest wish but he knew she was seeking more. And he knew he had no more to give her. Hell, he was only one man. And one man could only do so much.
It was time to incorporate others into their lives.
But they had to be just the right kind of others and he took his time looking.
It wasn't until some seven months later that he found what he was looking for.
He was thumbing through a sex magazine when he came across the ad for Porter's Fantasy Retreat.
He knew that Jim Porter had a small place the next town over but had never paid much attention to it, until he read the ad. Two hours after reading the ad, he was on his way there.
Tucked away in the hills of Connecticut Porter's Fantasy Retreat was in an ideal location Devon thought as he parked his car in front of the main cabin and walked up to the door labeled "Office".
His entrance was signaled with a tinkling bell and Jim Porter's voice asking, "May I help you?" from behind the small counter.
"Yes. I was just reading about your place in this magazine and was interested in a tour."
"A tour, but not accommodations?"
"A tour now, accommodations later. If I find what I'm looking for."
Jim smiled. He knew when he had a live one. And it didn't harm matters that he knew of Devon Slade, at least he knew the rumors. And with just the rumors that he had heard made his cock begin to swell in his jeans.
"Right this way, Mr. Slade." Jim coughed Devon's raised eyebrow at the mention of his name when it hadn't been given. "Yes, I've heard of you and was wondering when you would make an appearance. Allow me to show you around."
Jim stepped out from behind the counter and the two of them walked outside.
"As you read in the ad, I have twenty-five cabins here. Some are duplicates, but all serve to fulfill some fantasy. Perhaps you would like to see Cabin 13 first. "
"Whatever you say," Devon replied as he tried to figure out how this man seemed to know so much about him. But when the door to 13 was opened he knew that Jim Porter did know him.
"Interesting," Devon said as he looked around the small cabin. "But how did you know this particular cabin would interest me?"
Jim laughed "I've heard rumors for years. I've even been to your diner on several occasions. And" he paused to look directly at Devon, "I've seen your niece, Kristen. I've even paid extra fees on occasions. It wasn't all that hard to know your wants. My only question is, what are your plans now that you are here?"
Looking at the 'decorations' of Cabin 13 Devon knew something about Jim Porter, too. They were kindred spirits, at least to some degree. Whips, canes, dildos, harnesses, restraining devices and other implements of restraint and pain filled Cabin 13.
"What are your limitations for those visiting?"
"Death. It can be sooo messy, not to mention explaining to the authorities. I simply offer what people want. No more, no less. How they use what I offer is up to them. Each cabin is totally sound-proofed and supplied with individual fantasies."
"Along with 13 and 23 providing for those into the administration of pain on others, I have cabins for those into Eastern Harems, animal acts, infantilism, water sports, and so on. Each to their own, I always say. Although I will admit that bondage and pain are my personal preferences."
"And how are arrangements made?"
"The standard way. I accept Visa, MasterCard, and American Express like any other motel or hotel. No reference is made to what is selected on the billing. It is entered as lodgings. I'll give you a listing of rates in the office, but they are fairly standard too. Of course I do bill for use of material, but that too is standard in the industry."
"Is 23 the same as this one?"
"More or less, but it caters more toward the female being the dominate. Devices are for torturing men instead of women. You know, cocks instead of pussy, and so forth. But many can be used on either."
"I get cash in advance, or credit card, in most cases."
"Meaning?" Devon asked when it was obvious that other means of payment would be considered.
"Meaning that I can be persuaded to take it out in trade."
"Trade? As in doing a bit of inflicting yourself?"
"Very astute, Mr. Slade. As I said, I've seen your niece."
"Turns you on, does she?"
"You could say that. Interested?"
"Let's go back to your office and talk specifics."
By the time Devon left they were in complete agreement in the form of payment.
The next step was the selection of the others involved".
That proved easy when Devon ran his own ad in the same magazine that Jim Porter had his.
The responses started coming in. At an alarming rate speed.
* * *
When Devon explained his plans to Kristen she gave her first spark of excitement in months and he knew that his time with her was limited.
But that was okay, too. He had spent about three years with her and was looking himself. As he got older he noticed that his desires were different too. Suddenly he wanted to leave something behind-a son of his own. Kristen could not give him that. Oh, physically she could, but no one would accept him as such. No, he needed another woman for his son.
And with Kristen busy for evenings, it would allow him to do his own looking. He had already met two possible candidates but had eliminated them on the first meeting. Not that he didn't enjoy them, but they weren't what he was looking for. He wanted more than a submissive woman, hell, he had that in Kristen. He wanted someone he could spend the rest of his life with. Someone who would be worth of bearing his son.
But he was in no hurry. He wasn't about to die tomorrow, so he could look around while Kristen made him richer.
It was time to think financially. And Kristen was the means unto that end.
After checking into local laws Devon knew the limitations involved and proceeded to make his changes.
His diner was now listed as adult instead of family. He also bought a liquor permit and knocked out a wall to install the bar. The name changed from Devon's Diner to Devon's Hideaway and his clientele slowly changed, although some customers remained steady visitors much to his glee.
Susan became his assistant cook, because she refused to go topless and didn't have the shape for it anyway. He hired a bruising bartender by the name of John Majors, who doubled as a bouncer and five other 'waitresses' to serve food and drinks.
Business took off like a rocket. Being midway between two major cities didn't harm matters either as he pulled from both and as word spread, from around the state and even out of state. His partnership with Jim Porter solved the problem of the girls working at the Hideaway and all reaped the rewards.
But none more than Devon and Kristen.
Wearing only a G-string, it was obvious as to Kristen's talents. A forged birth certificate took care of the authorities and a night spent with the local sheriff assured all that there would be no future problems. His first night was free, but the following ones were not. He didn't complain and Jim got a bonus of better protection, too.
* * *
John was working at the bar, dodging Joann's dancing feet as Kristen rubbed her sore ass. She had just gotten a vicious pinch from the guy at table seven. A pinch right on a hefty bruise she had received the night before from the guy who had taken her to 13. As she soothed her tender backside, she smiled. The little guy sure knew how to handle a paddle and his small cock had been very hard for very long up her blistered ass.
"Hey, Kristen, get me a refill," came from across the smoke filled main room. She smiled at one of her favorite customers. "Be there in a second, Stan."
Stan had been one of her first 13 customers and was still a regular. Usually about once a month. As she ordered his Manhattan from John, she smiled as she remembered their last time together-Stan, Bill and Sonny had been very primed that night.
"Here you do, Stan. When you going to take me out again?" she asked as she tipped her G-string forward for his usual tip.
Sliding the crinkled five up her snatch, he smiled at her. "You're too expensive, Kristen. Not that you aren't worth every dime, but it will take me a while to save up. Especially," he laughed as his fingers gave the bills a wiggle up her wet cunt, "when I spend so much here."
"Well," she said as she wiggled her tits in his face, "do some saving, guy. My ass is twitching waiting for your visit."
The five guys at the table all laughed, as every one of them had been up the mentioned ass on numerous occasions. Not to mention the straps, paddles and whatnots they had applied to it too. Joann, Chrissy and Judy were all good for a lay, but Kristen was the one that had them drooling. Them and half of the others present.
It had been rumored that Kristen had even broadened her field to include women.
Taking the soggy bills out of her cunt, Kristen slipped them into her pouch behind the bar. John nodded as he filled an order for Judy then took her money for the drinks she had ordered and served.
"Looks like a good night," he said as he used a wet towel to wipe the bar.
"Not bad," she said as she laid her right tit on his arm. "When you gonna spend a night with me, John?"
"Hell, Kristen, you know leant afford your rates."
"I could make an exception. "
"You could, but I sure wouldn't want to see the results if Devon found out about it."
"I could always stop by your place one night after spending the night at 13 and he'd never know. Interested?"
"You know I am. But I don't have any of the items you need at my place, you know."
"You could always improvise. Hell, a straight fuck would be fine, too. I get a kick out of a straight fuck now and then. And if nothing else, you could always just spank my ass to warm me up. And I know you have two good hands."
John smiled. It was no secret that he had the hots for Kristen. He just didn't go in for her style. But even he could spank an ass on occasion. "You got a deal, Kristen. Let me know the next night you're going to 13."
Kristen returned his smile. She knew that most of the time he had a hard-on it was because of her. And it was like she said, she had the hots for him too and he did have two very good hands. "The next scheduled one is next Tuesday, but if one comes up before then, I'll let you know. Deal?"
"Deed," he said as he gave her hard nipple a little pinch to let her know that she could expect at least a bit of pain from her visit with him.
"Hey, Kristen, a man could die of thirst around here."
She turned to see who had yelled, smiled at them and told John to give her four beers from the tap. A minute later she had another bruise on her left tit and a soggy five up her snatch.
It did look like a good night.
CHAPTER FIVE
That June Kristen got her GED and set her school books aside. She had insisted that she graduate from high school after Uncle Devon had pulled her out of school when she was sixteen. He had agreed, but only if she did it on her own. Her services were needed too much at the Hideaway for her to attend classes.
With that goal out of the way, she spent more of her time in her other goal-a group of domineering men.
She had had many a night with various men over the past years, but with her actual eighteenth birthday coming up, she knew that it was time for her to make her move. Time was running out. She wasn't getting any younger and her dream was all planned out.
She wanted to spend two to three years with a group of guys, preferably a motorcycle gang, who would make her body sing with the pain she craved. But after that she had another plan.
She wanted a family.
Being the only child of her deceased parents she wanted several children of her own, along with a husband. She thought that two or three years with a group of men would be enough to settle her down enough to have a family. And she didn't want to wait too long to start one. Twenty or twenty-one sounded just right.
That meant that she would have to find the gang of men soon. But she wasn't over the hill yet.
And her birthday was coming up.
She had already told Uncle Devon her plans for that day and he had agreed. And soon the word had spread and the day was approaching.
* * *
The place was packed to the rafters when she entered to a resounding welcome the night of her birthday. For the last week no one had hurt her ass, she wanted it to be totally rested for this night. Even Uncle Devon had gone along with her plan.
When the cheering finally died down, Devon stood up on a bar stool, waved his hands for their attention and began.
"Okay, okay, now settle down. We know why most of you are here, so I'll explain one final time and we can begin."
Motioning to Kristen to stand beside him, he continued. "Here she is." He had to pause for the noise to die down.
The eighteen year old Kristen stood beside her uncle as he draped an arm over her shoulders. Most thought it was her nineteenth birthday, but that didn't bother either of them in the least as everyone looked at her.
She knew she looked good. There were a few mild bruises on her full, upstanding tits, one on her left leg, but her ass was totally unblemished for the night's event. The dark red G-string and the red heels were the only things on her body. Everyone could easily see her.
"All right, now, let's get this going." The noise hushed, and he continued. "As most of you know tonight is Kristen's birthday and she wants all of you to help her celebrate it. And like most birthdays the guests are to provide the presents to the birthday gal. But there is a slight twist to that tradition tonight."
Again Devon had to pause as the noise level rose.
"As the guests it is your privilege to spank the birthday girl but you will have to pay for that privilege at two dollars a swat up to the first one hundred swats. After that it is five dollars a swat up to two hundred and it increased five dollars per hundred after that. And as you can see, there is a chair in the middle of the floor. All spankings are to occur by that chair."
"You may have her over your lap, or standing beside you, or whatever, but it has to happen by that chair so all can see and the various bets can be claimed at the conclusion of the night. Sheriff Dixon will record and hold all bets, as was announced. And although all of you can count, Jim Porter will be the official counter for tonight."
"The official odds are posted at Sheriff Dixon table and we will commence in a half an hour, allowing all to place their wagers." Turning Kristen around so her ass faced those assembled, he concluded. "This ass is the one that will make some lucky person richer before the night is over. It will be on display for the next half hour at the bar, but none may harm it until the birthday party officially opens. So, drink up, order your food and good luck. Are there any questions?"
If there were, none were heard over the noise that filled the room. Then Devon lead Kristen over to the bar.
Placing a knee on two bar stools, leaning her elbows on the bar, most had a very good view of her ass. The prize for the night. Granted it was a prize that had to be paid for, but that didn't diminish anyone's arousal or excitement.
How often in one's life were they giving the opportunity to spank a teenagers ass? A willing teenagers ass? In front of several hundred other people? On top of that there was the possibility of winning money.
Sheriff Dixon had the official list which consisted of numbers from one to one thousand and as his table was swamped with eager betters those numbers were filled in one at a time. At two dollars a number.
Numbers one hundred to two hundred had been filled before Kristen's arrival, as most thought that range would be Kristen's limit. The night's wagers would be split three ways-one half to Kristen for her birthday present, one half minus $100 to the person who wagered on the final stroke, and the $100 to the person who happened to be spanking her when she called it quits.
Before the half hour was up Sheriff Dixon was taking money for numbers over one thousand. Not that anyone thought Kristen could take that many, but because all wanted to help the gutsy gal have a very profitable birthday. Besides it was fun even if they had no possibility of winning the jackpot.
Kristen remained leaning over the bar, ass presented, for the half hour sipping a cola as various hands roamed her ass. None had harmed her in the least, that was to come later. They just couldn't seem to resist the ass that was on display for them, and there was no reason to resist. It was expected. And Kristen sure as hell didn't object at all, which was easily seen by those gathered around her.
And then it was time.
Uncle Devon helped her down from the bar stools and escorted her to the center stage chair as the people lined up according to the order they had purchased earlier as Kevin, a friend of Devon's, kept track of the order and Devon collected their fees before being allowed to approach Kristen.
Kevin checked off the first man's name, Devon collected his ten dollars and Kristen draped herself over his lap for the first time. As Devon slipped the ten in his pouch, Kristen knew that this man would spank her ass five times at two dollars a swat.
The next sound heard was his hand connecting with Kristen's ass. Followed by his remaining blows. He was replaced by the next person. Who was replaced by the next, and the next and the next.
Between people Kristen used her hands to wipe away some of the sting from her ass and knew it was going to be a long night, and a painful one too. As each seemed determined to be the one to collect at least the $100 for being the one to administer the last spank. Everyone was as hard. Very hard. Granted some were harder than others, but none were pats either. And as Kristen felt her ass heat up with the progressive passage of people she began to get very aroused.
Her added bonus for the evening that she had planned on from the beginning. It was nothing unusual for her to cum when pain was given to her body and she planned on coming many a time before the night was over.
When she came the first time at number thirty five all present gave her a round of applause for her accomplishment and the person spanking her paused as she shook over her lap. And as the night progress the other fortunate enough to be spanking her when she came did the same as Jim Porter kept the official count.
Number one hundred was reached forty-five minutes after starting, at 9:45.
Number two hundred was reached forty-five minutes later at 10:00 and Kristen was given a bathroom break.
Three hundred came at 11:10, four hundred at 12:20, five at 1:10.
At 2:00 Devon officially closed the Hideaway and Kristen took another break, while there she used cold water to take some of the heat out of her ass and wash her cunt before returning.
There were few people present who thought she could take much more and at times it became a pushing contest as they juggled for the next place in line, wanting to collect the $100 for being her last spanker.
When six hundred was reached Devon called a pause as he emptied his bulging pouch as Kristen wiped away tears from her eyes and some of the pain from her aching ass. Then it continued.
By number seven hundred Kristen requested that she not be made to lay across laps as she was getting quite dizzy. No one objected when a low stool was brought to the center of the room for the spankers to place their foot on for Kristen to lean over a leg instead of a lap.
Eight hundred rolled around and she was given a ten minute rest so her legs could stop quivering.
By the time the nine hundredth swat was given Kristen could hardly talk for all the screaming she had done, but she was determined to last until at least one thousand to collect her personal bet with her uncle.
She admitted defeat at 1,117 when the swollen skin on her left ass cheek finally split. A man by the name of Harris Trumbull collected $100. A woman, named Elyse Mortimyer screamed when she notice she was holding the winning number and almost tripped in her hurry to collect from Sheriff Dixon. After everyone concerned agreed, she walked away with $13,825.
Kristen collected the official $14,825 from the sheriff, packed in two plastic trash bags, as she wrapped a couple of ice packs in a towel around her ass, then walked to John to see what he had collected in their private wagers.
"So, John, how much did a split ass earn me?"
"Take a guess."
"I don't know. A couple of thousand?"
"Try $25,840 on for size."
"You've got to be kidding?"
"Nope. I'll check my figures later, but it looks like twenty-five thousand to me. Of course, some of the checks might bounce, but you did say to honor all checks. But even without the checks, it's a solid eighteen thousand."
Kristen did some quick calculations. "You mean I made between thirty-two and forty thousand dollars?"
"Looks that way. Still want me to make the deposit at the bank?"
"Sure. Hell, if I trust you, I trust you. Right now all I want is an ice cold bath and some sleep. Catch you later."
"If anyone deserves it, you do, babe. Catch you later."
The last of the party goers left by seven that morning, none regretting the night's activities as the sheriff made arrangements with Devon, John and Elyse Mortimyer to ride in his squad car to the bank with the night's winnings.
At 8:10 John placed a deposit ticket next to the sleeping Kristen in the amount of $40,185. He chuckled, gambling sure was profitable when you who to bet on, he thought as he too took himself off for some well earned sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Two days later she collected her private wager with her uncle-her golden rings.
All five of them at his expense and installation.
The next day she received many favorable comments on the rings in her nipples, each exactly one inch across. But it took her local friends longer to notice the two in her cunt lips and the one through her throbbing clit. After all, they were covered by her G-string.
But word of them soon circulated. Along with what could be done with those rings in the pain loving Kristen.
But the one it impressed the most was John.
He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off them, especially the ones that poked the tight material of her G-string.
"Finally catch your interest, John? They are yours to play with for the asking, you know."
"Oh, I know, Kristen, I know. It was my favorite winning bet with your uncle."
"I told you I would last to eleven hundred to win that concession from him, didn't I?"
"You sure as hell did, Kristen. But I still don't know why you did it so I could win it."
"Like I told you the last time I visited your place, you're good husband material and after I've sown my wild oats I'll come back and claim you. And your interest in my rings makes it look better and better. Want to play with them tonight? I don't have anything scheduled."
John had notice the slow change in himself, with each successive visit from Kristen.
At first he would only harm her mildly because he knew she enjoyed it so much. But as visit after visit occurred he noticed that he was doing it more and more for himself. She never asked him to harm her, but with each visit he wanted to more and more. Until he began to plan what he would do with her on her next visit.
Yea, he was changing. Part of it was the power trip involved. But it was more than that. He truly loved Kristen, had for some time. And he wanted to please her just as all men want to please the gal they love. And with Kristen he knew what pleasing entailed. But John wasn't sadistic. He was in love.
A love that had to incorporate delivering pain.
Kristen had long ago told him of her plans. But he had plans of his own. And his winning of her birthday party had gone a long way in fulfilling them.
The day after her party, after some much needed rest, he had enrolled in the local university to complete his studies. Figuring that it would take him two years to complete while working at nights behind the bar, he was quite content to work toward Kristen's time schedule of two or three years. She'd be twenty or twenty-one, him twenty-seven or eight. Perfect timing to start a family that they both wanted.
But then there was still the present. Her newly install rings had fascinated him from the first moment. And when she lowered her G-string to show him what the other three looked like, he knew he was hooked.
"You know my door is always open to you, Kristen. And yes, I am fascinated by your new rings. Tell me," he asked as he leaned on the bar and flipped the ring in her right tit up, "what would you like me to do with them tonight?"
Kristen saw the sparkle in his eyes, knew that she had been right to have the rings installed, knew that John loved to pull and stretch her pussy lips almost as much as he liked fucking her.
"Weights, John, definitely weights. Can't you just picture my pussy lips and clit being stretched beyond imagination while you fuck the shit out of my ass? Maybe we could even do it in front of a mirror so you could watch my pussy go through all kinds of contortions while you ream me as only you can."
Oh, yes. He could definitely picture that and even more.
"You know it sounds interesting. And just to prove your sincerity, why don't you come around here and show me those golden rings you're so proud of to inspire me for tonight?"
Kristen didn't bother walking around to the end of the bar. She jumped up, gave a groan as her sore ass hit the bar, and opened her legs, placing a leg over each of his shoulders, her feet behind his head.
"Look to your heart's content, love. Make me hot for your hot cock."
John pulled the bit of cloth aside and opened her wet cunt to his fingers and eyes. One thing about Kristen, her body healed damned fast. The wholes around her rings were almost totally closed over. He could easily rotate them through her flesh.
But with her opened, ringed pussy staring him in the face, he wanted more.
Using both hands to hold her pussy lips open even more, he used his lips and mouth to trap the one twitching in her clit and sucked it into his mouth.
"Yessssss," she gasped above him as he treated her pussy and clit as only he could. Bracing her hands on the edge of the bar, her feet behind his neck, she opened up as much as she could as he sent her rocketing to the stars in record time.
With a finger through each pussy lip ring, John concentrated on her clit. He sucked. He nibbled. He used his tongue like a battering ram and was rewarded with her discharge and he drank his fill before pulling his head back to watch what his hands were doing.
Was Kristen's cunt ever wide open for him. With a finger in each pussy ring he was not denied viewing any of her charms. Not her leaking cunt. Not her twitching clit pierced by a ring of gold. And not by her synoptically twitching asshole. He saw it all and fell deeper in love with her with each passing moment and each successive twitch of her core.
"That's just a sample, Kristen. The main course will be served tonight. Why don't you bring your favorite whip tonight and I'll heat you up good and proper?"
Her clit gave another twitch at his words. It had to. She was so happy with them. Never had he asked her to bring something to harm her with before. Yes, by the time she was ready to marry, John would be the man she needed.
"You know I will do anything you want me to, John. Anything else you want me to bring?"
"No. Your favorite whip, you and your rings will be enough for tonight. But the next time you can bring your favorite five items and we'll give them a try. How's that?"
"Beautiful. What time?"
"Two, when we close. Make sure you tell Devon."
"I will."
"Hey, Kristen, get your beautiful pain loving ass over here."
"Well, I guess it's time to go back to work. Don't forget about our date."
"I won't, Kristen." Tucking her back inside her G-string John helped her get down and watched her walk away.
* * *
Kristen didn't bother dressing when they left for his place because she knew that John enjoyed her displayed body. That was one of the reasons she loved him and was planning a future with him.
"Why don't you grab a soda while I get things ready?"
"Whatever you say, John. You want one too?"
"No. I'll call when I'm ready, in the mean time make yourself comfortable."
"I will," she said as John climbed the stairs and disappeared from sight.
Grabbing a can, she popped the tab then curled up on the sofa to wait for him to get things ready. Wondering what he might be planning, she listened intently.
She heard some furniture moving, followed by a pounding noise. Like a hammer striking a nail? "Wonder what he's doing?" she said out loud, but shrugged it off. She'd know it a bit. Easing her tired feet out of her heels, she wiggled her toes, sipped her drink and waited.
A few minutes later John called, "Come on up."
Setting the can aside, she picked up the stiff, eighteen inch long, braided crop and walked up the stairs. John met her in the hallway, took the crop from her hand, and placed his other hand around her waist as he lead her to the master bedroom.
"What do you think? Will it work," he asked as they stepped into the room.
Kristen had been in his room many times and instantly noticed the changes he had made.
A quick glance at the ceiling confirmed the pounding noise she had heard. He had installed hooks in the ceiling. Three of them. All three in front of his mirrored dresser. Obviously he had taken her comment about the mirror seriously. She also noted a jumbled assortment of items lying in a corner of his usually very neat room and looked at them closer.
Several books, a roll of string, several bottles of booze, and other things buried underneath them that she couldn't recognize. But what she did see and recognize pleased her very, very much.
"Definitely a step in the right direction. What do we do now?"
John knew that Kristen was more than capable of choreographing the events that she enjoyed so much, but he also know that she liked the man to take charge when at all possible.
"Well, first we have to get you in position. Hands first, I think."
Kristen calmly offered her hands to him as he tied them in a hunk of sturdy rope, slipping the other end through one of the overhead hooks. Kicking over a nearby stool he told her to step on it, which she did as he tied off the other end of the tope, check her to his height and alignment to the mirror she was facing.
Kristen noticed that the two remaining hooks were slightly in front of the one she was attached to and guessed at the function of the remaining two accurately.
In the mirror she saw John bend down and when she felt another piece of rope wrap around her left ankle she didn't bother to look and see what he was doing.
It was obvious.
The other two hooks would hold her ankles. By their wide apart placement, she knew that her cunt, which John was so fascinated with, would be totally displayed in the mirror in front of her.
She saw John stand up and felt the rope slid through his hands.
"Ready, Kristen?"
"More than ready. Tie it good."
Kristen cooperated as John raised her foot toward the ceiling and the silent hook. Shortly she was hanging sort of sideways as he tied it off and stepped back. This time bending down for her other ankle. Then it too was heading toward the hook and ceiling.
"Aaahh wait a minute, John. Push my ass up a bit, my hip isn't at the right angle."
Pressing his hand into her ass, John pushed as she twisted.
"Okay. Kink out now. Tie away."
John did just that and a moment later they both stared into the mirror to see the results.
"That's one damned open pussy, Kristen."
"It ahh sure is. What are you going to do with?"
"I recall something being said about weights, don't I?"
"Your ahhh memory is perfect. Weights it is. Pull the shit out of my pussy and clit then try out that crop."
John had no problem complying with her words, he had thought about almost nothing else all evening. And the sight of the pussy he loved so much made him eager to move on to the next stage.
Walking to the corner where he had stored his supplies, he reached for the ball of string and his new, five inch thick calculus book. From top to bottom and from side to side, he wrapped the heavy book in string, tied off the end then cut the string with a knife. Leaving a good six inches hanging loose.
Then he did the same to the physics book and to the smaller literature book that he had purchased after enrolling in his classes. He brought all three back to the hanging gal that he loved.
Placing the books on the dresser top as he stood in front of Kristen, he asked, "Which ring first?"
"Ohh ahh the clit ahh should be first."
"Then the clit it will be."
Taking the free end of the string hanging from the literature book, he slid it through the ring in her clit and tied a knot to secure it.
Then looking up at her strained face, he asked, "One at a time, or all three at once?"
"One ahhhh at a time pleasse. So we can watchhh the results."
John smiled and slowly let the weight of the literature book hang from the ring in her clit. With each ounce of weight he released her clit was pulled and stretched until it finally hung supported totally by her golden ring as Kristen gave a moan that could only be construed as passionate as he looked at her two inch long clit right before his eyes.
"You okay, Kristen?"
"Fan ... aaah fantastic. Two booksss too gooo."
John tied the string to the calculus book to her left ring and repeated the slow process of lowering it toward the floor. But the calculus book was heavier and pussy lips stretch longer and easier than a clit and he became fascinated by each stretching centimeter as Kristen squirmed and moaned above him until finally both books were supported by her rings.
Similar study, watching and moaning accompanied the addition of the physics book on her remaining ring.
John knelt off to one side and looked at Kristen's stretched cunt and clit as she looked in the mirror in front of her.
Both her suitable impressed and neither missed the fragrance order of Kristen's arousal that filled the room.
She was hot.
John wasn't exactly cool either as his nervous fingers reached for and took up the crop that Kristen had brought.
Kristen had talked many a time about being whipped by her various 'dates' but John was totally unfamiliar with the weapon he held in his hand.
"Where ahh where should I hit you?"
"Annnnyy aahhh anywhere you want. Make me move. Ahhh make the books pull meee. I'mmmm ahh sure you'll like thatttt."
Anywhere? How hard?
He didn't know the answers to those questions he had asked himself but he was sure that Kristen was right. He would enjoy watching the books pull her pussy and clit.
Standing in front of her he guessed that the obvious target would be her opened cunt but he didn't think he should strike such tender tissue. So he raised it toward her full tits instead and brought it down to her left one.
The cracking sound of the crop landing on her tit surprised John. He hadn't hit her that hard. Did he?
Looking at the hanging books he saw that they remained almost motionless and guessed that the sound of the crop was much louder than it seemed to have been.
Using a bit more force, he hit her right tit, which made a louder noise, elicited a muffled moan from Kristen and the three books connected to her swayed gently in midair.
Deciding that Kristen was quite capable of handling much more pain than he had given her so far, he increased the downward thrust of his stroke to land directly on her left nipple.
No doubts about that one. Kristen screamed, "Yeesssss ahhhgggg yessss." Her body jerked, causing the books to jerk and swing, putting her three rings quite noticeably. And the sound of the crop striking her still lingered in the room, echoing around each wall.
But the deciding factor as far as John was concerned was the sight of her clit twitching up and down, even causing the literature book to jerk. He increased the force of his next blows, landing them at random on her eager body-tits, inner legs, a few upswings that caught her split ass and a swat to each hanging book.
The cracking sound of the crop became a goal. He liked it. Liked what it did to Kristen. What it did to the hanging books. And what the combined effect did to his hardening cock. He didn't bother to count the blows he delivered because he knew that he would stop long before Kristen wanted him to anyway.
He concentrated on how he was reacting to what was happening. And there was no denying it. It turned him on. Granted, a large measure was the pleasure he knew Kristen was receiving from his actions. But it went beyond that. HE liked it too.
But as spot after stop of Kristen turned red, bordering on bruised, his personal needs came to the forefront.
He wanted to relieve his throbbing cock. And he wanted to do it just as Kristen had suggested.
Up her ass as they watched the ring pull her in the mirror.
He made his way behind her, continuing to strike her with the crop wherever it happened to land as he wedged his cock up her split ass crack and nudged the wrinkled opening of her asshole.
A forward thrust of his hips found him instantly buried in her all the way to his pulled up balls as he wrapped his arms around her, letting the crop hang down between her legs as his eyes glued themselves to the mirror in front of them.
Her rings were in constant motion, both from his fucking and from Kristen's contortions of lust and passion. Her clit and pussy lips began to resemble a kid's yo-yo, they went up and down so much. But the abundant juices leaking out of her opened cunt belied all thoughts of any toy. Her cunt showed nothing but a woman in a continuing climax as ail of John's senses finally said they had enough.
And they came. God, oh God, did they ever come. John felt like his cock could put out a four-alarm fire without any assistance. Kristen didn't think. She just enjoyed each and every lust fitted shiver of her overactive cunt and body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the following months it became an established fact that Kristen and John were a thing. If she didn't have an engagement for the evening, she spent it with John.
But Devon was the one that noticed articles kept disappearing from their 'room'. But he voiced no complaint.
He was too busy taking care of his own personal life. A life that all of a sudden included a new woman in town by the name of Elizabeth K. Browne, better known as Bet to her growing list of friends.
It was known that Bet was a widower. She had a fourteen year old daughter and a ten year old son. No one was quite sure why she had suddenly move into their town. She had no visible means of support, but seemed to have adequate money available to buy her home and furnish it with good taste.
And after the first two months when everyone told her that Devon Slade was possibility not the best person to date, they gave up. Bet wasn't listening to their comments. She continued to go out with Devon on a very regular basis.
Well, she seemed content, so what could they say?
Of course Devon and Bet knew why she had moved there. And both were gratifyingly happy with their new arrangement.
After finding Jim Porter in the sex magazine, Devon decided to take out a year's subscription. As was his custom, as soon as it arrived he would read it from front to back, paying special attention to the various personal ads. Which is precisely how he came into contact with Bet Browne.
She had written a simple ad explaining that she had recently been widowed, had been a willing submissive to a sadistic husband for fifteen years and was looking for a replacement. She was moderately financially secure. Had two children and was willing to relocate for the honor of becoming another man's slave, with hopes of being wedded after an appropriate time.
They had met in a S&M dive in New York City for their initial meeting. They appeared to enjoy each other, the entertainment offered and soon retired to a nearby dumpy hotel to check out more person matters.
After a vicious beating that had both of them panting, they had some magnificent sex. Then went for a return engagement before calling it quits for the night. The following morning Devon drove her to her home in Jersey where he met her son and daughter. The children were more than presentable, proving in Devon's mind that she produced adequate kids and they were well behaved.
And at thirty-one Bet was still capable of producing more children. Specifically Devon's children, preferably a son. More than the desired son he considered a bonus.
He told her to come to his place the following weekend, which she did and which they spent at Jim Porter's place in cabin 13. They discovered that they were totally compatible and Bet was making arrangements to move to Connecticut which she accomplished in just over a month.
The Hideaway was a huge financial success and when Devon took on a general manager he had more than enough time to devote to Bet and their growing attachment to each other. He vacated his Spartan rooms behind his business and moved in with Bet and her children, taking up residence in the master bedroom, Bet in his bed.
His first week there was accompanied with the noise of hammering, sawing and construction. Closing off half of the basement area Devon, with suggestions from Bet, made their own 13 for their private use. After all, if he was to assure himself of a son, Bet would have to be his exclusively. And as she showed a high tolerance to pain and anything he desired, he saw no reason to incorporate others in their activities.
Kristen and the other gals at the Hideaway took care of those needs.
When the room was finished he began to move articles from his previous rooms to Bet's house. When all was settled, he began to plan for their wedding that would take place in two weeks. He had some very explicit plans for that day. And for the remainder of his married life with Bet.
Bet was in full agreement with all. Long trained to be the submissive slave with her previous husband, she more than agreed with his every desire. Secretly she admired Devon's inventiveness.
Her first husband had been dominate with her, but he tended to be more simplistic in his desires. Spankings, paddlings, and strapping to her back, ass and chest were about the whole extent of his desires. But with Devon there was much more. And that was what she loved.
Yes, Devon used those items on her, but he did so much more. He had long ago told her of his actions with Kristen and how over the years they had accumulated some more exotic items for their fetishes, all of which intrigued Bet.
The first time he bound her full tits in metal rings and pierced them with needles before whipping them to high heaven, Bet was totally enamored. She lusted after his abusive attentions. The harsher the better. Whips, harnesses, dildos, gags and so on made her blood boil as he heated up her slavish flesh to consummate it with his hard, hot driving cock in her various openings.
Bet loved Devon and what he did to her. And as their wedding day approached, she could hardly wait to fulfill his every desires in that event.
Devon had calmly told her what to expect the week preceding their wedding. Bet eagerly complied with all.
The Saturday before they were married had them in the special room Devon had built in the basement. Upon entering, Bet had donned the four leather bands, placing them on wrists and ankles as Devon prepared the first part of her wedding ensemble.
Bet hooked the four chains to her bands as Devon selected cane, crop and whip. He set them aside as he turned on the wench. A bit later Bet was hanging in midair and he was fastening her legs to rings in opposing walls. When he was finished she was spread eagled in the center of the room, totally open for his actions.
Selecting the cane first, Devon began to methodically mar her flesh. Starting with her back, working his way to her full ass and back of her legs. Then he began on her front, breasts, stomach, clean shaven mound, and her long, slender legs.
When her screams began to hurt his ears he stuffed a gag in her mouth and took up the stiff leather crop and followed the same course.
Then came the third round with the nine stranded whip. He finally ended, landing the last ten strokes to her open, drooling cunt then sank his near to bursting cock up her ass as his hands roamed her tender flesh.
Sunday afternoon saw them at the closed tattoo shop for their private session. The owner was suitably impressed when Bet disrobed and he saw her bruised flesh. Devon Slade had not lied to him. He could hardly wait to do what was requested. Never had he been requested to tattoo a woman's pussy.
Not the outside, but the inside of one.
Leading them to the back room, he motioned Bet to lay on the table as he began to prepare his needles and colors. Ready, he adjusted the lights.
"She is in agreement?" he asked as he dazed at the woman before him.
"She is. Please proceed," came from Devon as he stood by Bet's hips to watch.
"What do you want done first?"
"The word 'slave' on the inside of her right pussy lip, then 'slut' on the left one. The black, snapping whip on her mound will come next, followed by 'slave to pain' across her chest. 'Slave' arched on her right tit, 'to' between them, and 'pain' on her left tit. All to be done in black and red ink just as I told you."
Even without the stringent pain of the day before, Bet would have hurt during the tattooing. But with both she was in agony. And with Bet agony was always accompanied with ecstasy.
She came ten times during the tattooing.
Monday saw the installation of rings in her newly tattooed pussy lips.
Tuesday her ass was branded with Devon's name.
Wednesday her clit received its ring.
Thursday her nipples received their rings.
Friday she was again triple whipped and massive dildos were wedged up her pussy and asshole.
And Saturday before she walked down the aisle, Devon pinned her nipples together and then pinned her three lower rings together. As Bet said her vowels to Devon that day she had no doubts about how she would be spending her life with him.
None whatsoever!
As they left on their two week honeymoon Devon had no qualms about losing Kristen.
It was a good thing too. For when he returned she was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kristen had gradually moved her things to John's over the weeks that Devon and Bet were preparing for their wedding. She knew that Devon was slipping out of her life but she had long ago known that he wasn't enough for her.
John was taking up more and more of her time and she knew that when she finally settled down he would more than meet her needs.
But before that happened she still had to have her other wish. And she began to actively seek it.
One does not find motorcycle gangs in the Yellow Pages, nor at church socials, and apparently not at the Hideaway either.
She began to look elsewhere.
Five days after Devon and Bet left on their honeymoon there was a motorcycle race in neighboring New York that she decided to investigate.
Arriving three hours before the races began Kristen's nose was assaulted by the smells of gasoline, rubber, leather and grease. The high pitched whine of the racing bikes vibrated through her body.
But she wasn't looking for the racers. She was looking for the possible gangs that came to watch. The clean cut racers out for fame and fortune were not her goal as she wondered over the fifty acres of hilled enclosure.
Topping a small rise Kristen smiled as she saw a group of ten bikers. Ten heavy road bikes leaned on stands off to the side as the scruffy guys in leathers and jeans were intent on terrifying two teeny bobbers who had been dumb enough to come within their range.
As she slowly walked down the side of the hill she could see them trying to touch, pinch and scare the two girls. And as she got closer she began to hear their words.
"What's the matter, girly, don't your tits like to be touched?"
"Think those are all real, or is it just padding?"
"I kinda like the redhead, Russ, even if she is a cry baby."
"Leave me alone. Get your hands off me."
"Hey, she can talk, can't she."
Kristen watched the seven guy tease the gals, but what caught her attention was the three guys off to the side. She knew instantly that they were the leaders of the motley group. She smiled at the thought as one of them finally noticed her and smiled.
Kristen knew he was the leader. She could see his interest in her as she swayed her hips more with each step. She felt his eyes rake her body and hoped that she passed his inspection.
Ignoring the group surrounding the frightened girls, Kristen made her way to the one she had guessed was the leader. The closer she got, the more he smiled. They both knew that no female would willingly approach such a group of men without accepting what would happen.
Kristen knew.
So did Sam.
She walked right up to Sam, stopping a foot away without saying a word. She let her body do the talking.
Sam's smile increased and of all things a dimple appeared in each cheek. "You are either very foolish, very brave or know what you're doing. Which is it?"
Kristen smiled at his words. "Two and three. How would you like for me to prove it?"
"We don't play children's games."
"Neither do I."
Sam looked at her and made his decision. He turned to the group and said, "Let them go."
His voice wasn't loud. It was almost casual but Kristen also noticed that the others immediately did as told.
A second later the two girls were running over the hill as fast as they legs would carry them as the seven others came to join them.
Being surrounded by ten slightly dirty but very manly men made Kristen shiver. Not in fear but in lust, as she keep her eyes on the one who had given the orders.
"She thinks she knows what she wants, guys." Sam said to the assembled group as Kristen stood in the middle of their circle, as he looked at his friends then back to Kristen.
"We want more than a romp."
"So do I. As I said, how do you want me to prove it?"
"I think you can start by removing your blouse."
Kristen nodded her head and brought her hands to the buttons, wondering if they would approve of her rings.
Pulling her shirt tail out of her jeans she unbuttoned each button but did not opening her blouse for them to see her.
"I recall saying remove it."
"If you want it off, why don't you do it for me?"
At that instance Sam knew she wanted him to take control of the situation. Knew that he had guessed right.
He walked the one step toward her. She never took her eyes of his as he reached for the opening of her blouse. She stood calm, taking deep breaths. He knew she was excited. And as he slid the fabric off her shoulders to fall on the ground he caught a glimpse of gold at the ends of her upstanding tits.
Sam smiled even more. His eyes locked on hers, he slid his hands up her arms and shoulders then slid them down her chest until he had slipped a finger in each ring. Tipping his hands up, he began to raise his hands along with her tits.
"No, I don't think you play children's game either." Then for the first time he lowered his eyes and saw her marked flesh in the sunshine. "You like harder games, don't you?"
"Yes, ammmm, you ahh interested?" Kristen couldn't stop her stuttering words, after all he was pulling on her nipple rings quite well, making her stand up on her toes to follow his hands.
"I think it's safe to say that you've captured our attention. Why don't you get out of those jeans and let us see what you have to offer."
Using suddenly cold fingers, Kristen brought them to her snap and zipper. A moment later they lay at her feet as she stood on tiptoes.
"Not the bashful type, are you?"
"No."
"So, what happens now?"
"Why don't you tell me the answer to that question."
"Well, I think we should give her what she's asking for," interrupted one of the original three as he, too, smiled at what was happening.
"Just what are you asking?" Sam questioned as he keep up the pressure on her rings.
Kristen knew what she wanted, had know for ages and couldn't wait to tell them. "I want to go with you. Live with you guys. Be your slave."
"Do you really think you can handle all ten of us?"
"No. I know I can. No matter what you want from me I can handle it. I've had rather extensive training in pain and submission. I draw the line at death, but other than that I'm yours if you want me."
"You running from the law or family?"
"No. I'm not running from anything. I'm running to it."
"The rings and marks you bare, are they by choice?"
"They are. I like ... no, I need pain and sex. One man isn't enough for me now. Later I'll go back to my guy but first I need ... well, you know what I need, don't you?"
"I think I do. But this isn't the place for it. Get dressed. You'll ride with me."
Kristen bend over to pull up her jeans as the others suddenly found their voices.
"Is this for real?"
"It is," Sam said as they all watched Kristen get dressed.
"What's your name?"
"Kristen. And yours"
"I'm Mike and that's Sam. He's the leader."
"I know. I knew that from the beginning. You guys willing to have me tag along?"
"You bet your ass, we are."
"Oh, an ass man. How interesting."
"I'm Danny."
"Hi, Danny. What's your preference?"
"Tits."
"My tits just love attention. And you," she asked turning to the next one in the circle.
"I'm Dave."
"And what does Dave want to do with me?"
"You don't care if I'm black?"
"Black, white, purple, what's the difference. How do I make you happy?"
"I like to eat pussy."
"And I love mine eaten. You do use teeth, don't you?"
"Given every opportunity."
"Well, we'll just have to make opportunities, then won't we. And you?"
"Mac and I like your rings."
"So do I, Mac. And you can play with my tings anytime you want. Let me guess," she said turning to the next one, "You like to hurt bitches like me, don't you."
"How'd you know?"
"I've had experience. What do you want?"
"I'm Al and I've got a well used strap that will make you scream, bitch."
"Uuuuoo I can hardly wait. And you are?"
"Ken."
"And what does Ken want to do with me ?" Kristen waited for him to answer, but he didn't. "Come on you can tell me."
Still he didn't say anything. "Can you whisper it in my ear?"
He nodded and she leaned forward as he whispered, "I like guys."
Kristen stood up on her toes and whispered back, "Then you can fuck my ass for me, okay?"
Ken smiled as she turned to the next one.
"I'm Ryan and I want your mouth around my cock, bitch."
"Uuuoo, will you beat my ass while I suck you?"
"I'm Russ and I want to tie you up and fuck you 'til you scream."
"I'm sure that will be fun Russ. And what about you?
"Tony and I want my fist inside you."
"Wonderful. And you?"
"I'm Ian and I'm not going to limit my options."
"Uuuoo an inventive one, huh? I'll keep that in mind."
Then she was back facing Sam. "I like your friends, Sam, and once they are used to me I'm sure we'll all get along very well."
"We don't scare you, do we?"
"Heavens no. I've been looking for you for ages. Are we going to stay to see the races?"
"We are. You can wait until we leave, can't you?"
"If I have too. No quickies?"
"We'll take care of you Kristen, have no fears about that. But I am the boss, understand?"
"Yes, you're the boss and I'll do what you say, Sam. But I do have needs you know."
"I know and so do they. But it would be foolish to lose you the first day out."
"What do you mean?"
"See the cops over there? They're just aching to catch us doing something wrong. If we can manage it, you can have some fun before we leave, but we did come to watch the races. Let's go guys. The last one to the top of the hill is the last to get Kristen."
It was an all-out race to the top of the hill, except for Kristen and Sam who walked at a more leisurely pace. After all, everyone, including Kristen, knew that Sam would have her first.
Leaders were always first. That's what made them leaders.
Kristen noted that Ken managed to be the last one up the hill. Poor guy, she thought. Maybe she could help him get over guys, but if she couldn't she was sure she could help him keep his place in the gang, boy lover or not. She knew he could fuck her ass and pretend she was a male, she had done it before and been successful.
For a mangy looking group of motorcycle guys they were really quite normal in her estimate. Yea, they gave the impression of being mean, maybe they were. But they weren't much different from the guys she had known for years at the 'Hideaway'.
They had a reputation to uphold and because of that they would treat her the way she needed to be treated. But she thought that if she got each of them alone, away from the others, they would be gentle in their own way.
That thought didn't bother Kristen though. Because she knew that as a rule they would act in line with what was expected of them. And with the ten of them she was sure she could be content. Time would tell.
Reaching the top of the hill, Sam placed Kristen in front of him, wrapping his arms around her, resting his hands on her full tits as they indeed watched the races before them. And when Kristen raised her arms, wrapped them around his neck offering her body to him, Sam knew that Kristen was a very unusual woman. A woman who enjoyed what was done to her body.
He also knew, even if the others didn't, that her time with them would be limited. That was okay too. When she left in a year or two it would be time for her to be replaced anyway. She would go home to her guy and they would get another gal.
Digging his fingers into her full tits, he asked, "What's your favorite game, Kristen?"
Tipping her head to the side so she could look back at him, she smiled. "I like pleasing my man."
"I know that. But what do you like done to you?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "A good strapping, some ring attention and hard fucking, I guess. Why?"
"Just curious. You really dig the pain shit?"
"Yes. I'm basically a selfish bitch. I crave attention. But I'm not a prude. I'll give you, or any guy, what he wants as long as I get want I want, too."
"And you like pain, rings and fucking?"
"I do. Any problems with that, Sam?"
"No. Not in the least. What about the humiliation trip? You need that too?"
"No. Not really, but I can grovel with the best of them if it is called for. Is that your trip?"
"No. And it's not with the others either. Except for maybe Mac and Ian. Most of us are fairly normal. We want to give the impression that we're tough as nails, the male ego thing you know. But we aren't really all that mean."
"I gathered that much when I saw them with the two teeny bobbers. I think you'll take what is offered but I don't think any of you are as sadistic as my uncle."
"Uncle?"
"Yea. He's a mean sadistic bastard from the word go. But he did teach me to enjoy pain and I have to thank him for that. It really is quite a trip. The pain stuff. But over the years I've learned I can have pleasure without it. Pain does intensify my feelings though and I do crave it, and I don't think I'll ever stop it completely. I'm too selfish to give up the feelings it invokes."
"So, you're out for some thrills, then it's back home. Is that it?"
"Yea, that's it. But I'll be around for a while. I think ten guys can keep me more than content for at least a year or so. Don't you?"
"Yea. I think we can handle it and you."
"Are you guys a real gang, or do you have nine to five jobs too?"
Kristen felt him laugh before answering. "We're a real gang. We do a bit of robbing to keep going but nothing serious. We ride our bikes all over. We're from five different states. Guys come and they go. I've been with them for seven years now, but I'll be leaving before long. It's almost time for me to have a straight life, job and that sort of stuff. But," giving her tits a hefty squeeze, "I think I stick around a bit longer."
"I'm glad. You're sane. I can trust you not to go too far. I'm not so sure of Ian though. He could really go off the deep end."
"You're right, he could. But I'll be around for a while. How about we slip away for a bit and get better acquainted?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"A friend of mine is on one of the racing teams. He's got a small building we can have for a while. Interested?"
"You know I am. Just us two?"
Sam laughed at her question. "No. Who else would you like me to invite?"
Kristen turned in his arms, wrapped her around his neck again, and said, "How about Ian? He did claim to be inventive and I'd like to check him out with you along."
"Gutsy bitch, aren't you?"
"Yea. And horny as hell too. You object?"
"Not in the least." Turning to Ian he said, "Let's go to Turk's shed and have some fun before we leave. You game?"
Ian's response was a wicked grin as he took one of Kristen's arms in his hand. She knew there would be a bruise there and smiled at the thought as she calmly walked between the two guys as they made their way through the crowds to the pit area.
There were two green racing bikes in front of a medium shed that served as one of the team's pit area where bikes could be worked on in between races or if problems arose. Four guys were frantically working on one as two guys, both in racing leathers, stood off to the side and talked.
Sam walked up to them and addressed one with, "Hey Turk, nice job in the last heat."
"Sam, you old bastard, where did you come from?"
"The gang was just passing through and we decided to stop and see if you were here. How's it going?"
"Not bad. I've won enough to keep me in the thick of things with a few dollars left over. How are you?"
"No major complaints. When you up again?"
"In about an hour and a half. Why?"
"Well, I thought being old friends and all, we might talk you into letting us use your shed for a while."
"To do what," he asked as his eyes drilled into Kristen standing between Sam and Ian.
"We just picked up a new gal and were going to give her try out. Interested in joining us for old times' sake? As I remember, you could swing a strap with the best of them while your cock got hard for further action."
"I still can, and you know it. Let's go." The four of them turned, as he added, "What are the limitations?"
"Death," came from Sam as they closed the door behind them.
"For real?"
"So she said."
"Should prove to be interesting."
"My thoughts exactly." Then turning his attention to Kristen, he said, "Let's see skin."
Kristen hadn't really planned on three guys, but she sure as hell didn't let that stop her as she again removed her clothing and stood naked before them, as out of the corner of her eyes she watched Ian walk over to a grease smeared workbench and rummaged around.
"Rings," came from Turk when Kristen's blouse was shed.
"Has them in her pussy and in her clit too. And they like attention, or so she said."
"Interest. Very interesting. My I?"
"Sure."
Turk walked up to naked gal, who so far hadn't said a word, and asked, "You into this stuff by choice?"
"I sure am. And by request too. Want to play?"
"I sure as hell do. What kind of attention do your rings like?"
"Any and all. Give them a try."
Turk did just that. Reaching his hands forward he brought them to her nipple rings and noticed that at his first touch her nipples became rock hard. "A real devotee, huh?"
"Yep."
"And what do I get for making you happy," he asked as he too began to pull them away from her body similar to how Sam had earlier.
"Whatever aahhh you want," came her answer as again she was standing on tiptoes as her body followed her breasts toward the sky.
"I'm partial to strapping ass, then fucking it."
"That's got my vote. Any aahh particular position you have in mind?"
"Sure do, bitch. Assume the position."
"What position is that?"
"Bend over, hands on knees, ass high and available."
As soon as Turk released her nipple rings, Kristen placed herself as requested then turned her head to look back. "Like this?"
"You got it. Now, don't move."
As she looked, Turk slid the wide green leather belt out of his pants and Kristen had no doubts as to what would be happening shortly. Spreading her legs further apart for stability, and curling her fingers over her kneecaps, she took a deep breath and awaited the first stroke.
She had no more than done that than the belt connected with her upturned ass and the sound of leather striking flesh echoed in the metal shed, followed shortly by her gasp.
A gasp that no one present interpreted as anything but a gasp of pure lust.
And as the second one was being applied to her ass Ian walked up beside her. Knowing what Turk was doing, Kristen turned her attention to Ian.
And she smiled.
For there, in Ian's hand, were two lengths of motorcycle chains and on the ends of both were S-hooks. Kristen's only silent question was what rings would soon be supporting them and what he would hang from the other ends, as Turk continued to slam away at her willing ass flesh.
Two quick moves and the greasy chains were hanging from her nipple rings as her ass began to heat up toasty warm with Turk's strap. Keeping her eyes on Ian, she saw him bend over and attach a huge wrench to the one from her left tit and a moment later there was a chunk of metal hanging from the right one. She thought it might be part of an engine, but not being knowledgeable of motorcycle engines, she could only guess.
But she didn't have to guess that both items were quite proficient in pulling her nipples quite well. In fact, as she watched them, they began to stretch to well over two inches as they pulled away from her tits. And the next time Turk landed the strap on her ass, they began to sway pulling her nipples even more than they had.
Never being a silent recipient, Kristen eagerly voiced her approval. "Aaahhhh yeeeeeessss ahhhh strapp myyy assss then fuckkk it gooooodddddd."
"You got a live one here, Sam."
"Thanks, Turk. But I think it's time for me to join in, don't you?"
"It's got my vote. Help yourself. I'll be here for a while yet. I like to watch stripes form on gals' asses almost as much as fucking them."
"Don't stop on my account," came from Sam as he unzipped his jeans and walked to Kristen's head. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, he jerked her head up and stuffed his cock down her throat.
Kristen immediately swallowed all ten inches of it as her tongue tried to lick his swaying balls.
THIS was what she liked about multiple guys.
Multiple attention to her needs.
Raising her hands from her knees she brought them to Sam's balls and began to cradle them in her palms as her thumbs attended to the space between cock and balls.
Getting caught up in Sam and Turk's attention it took Kristen a while to understand that Ian was now working between her well spread legs. She felt something slide over her pussy rings and a moment later that something was hanging from them. Somehow she just knew that more chains had been attached to her. And as Sam and Turk timed their attentions with Sam pressing his cock all the way down her throat and Turk slamming the strap into her heated ass, she felt the sudden jerk of weights pulling her pussy lips toward the floor.
Releasing most of Sam's cock and using his hips to hold herself steady, Kristen screamed out, "Yeeesssssss" and again swallowed Sam's cock down to his hairs as again Turk pounded away on her ass.
Then slowly Sam and Turk began to change tactics. When Sam withdrew his cock, Turk strapped her ass, creating a swaying motion of her entire body. Which naturally made the weights hanging from her four rings sway and pull her all the more.
They were all three cooperating nicely when Ian again made himself know to Kristen by the expedient means of whipping her weighted, swaying, hanging breasts with yet another length of greasy chain that had been recently lying on the floor of the shed.
Raising her head to scream, "Yessssssssss," to all her tormentors, Kristen saw Ian land the next blow to her tits. She saw the metal dig into her hanging flesh. Saw the streak of greasy it left in its wake. Saw the chains and weights sway in midair. And saw Ian preparing for the next blow which was aimed at her spread pussy.
Taking a very deep breath to counteract the pain that was to follow, she watched the greasy chain arch up and slam into her wet pussy. Felt the end flick up her ass crack and snap into her ass that Turk was strapping. And felt her clit being pressed between opposing sides of one of the lengths of chain.
Throwing her head back in pain/ecstasy she screamed and came. And with her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open she felt the kiss of Sam's cream coat her face as Turk landed yet another blow to her hot ass.
And all she could do was come again. And again. And again as Sam jammed his cock down her throat and she milked him dry as Turk and Ian assaulted her body with strap and chain.
The next thing she was coherent of was Turk's cock working its way up her back door as his hands dug into her hips to hold her steady. Then suddenly she was jerked up so she was standing. The weights from her pussy and tits were still jerking and pulling on her as Ian slammed his more than adequate cock up her pulled pussy.
Being the center of a human sandwich, Kristen wrapped her arms around Ian's shoulders and held on for dear life as the three of them climbed the glory ladder to the heavens as hands dug into her swollen tits, aching ass and her hip bones to hold her where they wanted her to be.
And as both cocks filled her to almost the bursting point, Kristen decided that she was exactly where she wanted to be as tremor after tremor flooded her stimulated body until finally she found herself lying on the grease smeared floor at the feet of the three guys that had just sent her to heaven and beyond.
CHAPTER NINE
After using grease remover and a quick shower in a tiny shower stall, the three of them rejoined the rest of the gang at the top of the hill and watched Turk come in second place in his next heat.
Two hours later they watched Turk take an overall second and they were on the bikes and pulling out of the enclosure and onto the highway.
Kristen was naturally riding in front of Sam as he availed himself to her wind caressed tits when he could take his hand off of the handlebars.
An hour after that they were entering a small cafe on the outskirts of a town.
Kristen noted that the cafe couldn't hold a candle to the Hideaway, but the smells coming from the kitchen were more than inviting as she took a seat between Sam and Russ as two others pushed tables together so they could all be together.
"You got any money," Sam asked her as he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him.
"Yea. Why?"
"Because you're paying. Got enough?"
Kristen had purposely taken a thousand dollars with her when she came but she didn't know if she should tell him or not. So she asked, "How much is enough?"
"I don't know, typically it runs about seventy or so. We like to eat well. Got that much?"
"Yea."
"Good. Let me have it."
Kristen was still leery of giving him her money, but when she turned her head to look at him she knew that one way or another Sam would get all she had anyway. So she dug into her jeans and pulled out her money and placed it in his hand.
Sam raised his eyebrows when she placed the wad of bills in his hand and when he thumbed through it for a quick tally, he said, "Come prepared, don't you? I'll just keep it safe for you. Any objections?"
Knowing it was totally foolish to voice any, Kristen just shook her head.
"Smart girl. Check out the menu and order what you want. Here comes the waitress."
Doing some quick rounding off in her head as everyone ordered, Kristen knew that the bill would come to closer to a hundred, but then deciding that the loss of her money was only part of her adventure, she said 'what the hell' and ordered a good steak, baked potatoes, veggie, roll and her favorite blueberry pie.
With her order placed she headed for the bathroom to take care of more personal matters.
When she returned to the tables she noticed that Sam, Russ and Dave were gone. Assuming that they were making similar visits she sipped her coffee as they waited for the food to arrive. But when the three guys returned Kristen noticed that they hadn't come from the direction of the bathrooms.
"Where you been," she asked Sam as he sat down beside her.
"Arranging payment."
"Huh?"
"I said, I was arranging payment. Ah, here's the food."
Assuming the subject was closed Kristen turned her attention to her meal. Her first bit of each proved that even if the place wasn't in the best of taste, they did know how to prepare food. It was very good, especially to her empty stomach.
Finishing the last bite of her pie two guys approached their tables and Kristen got her first glimmer of understanding about Sam's comment about arranging the payment.
Noticing the two average looking guys approach, with their eyes glued to her almost exposed tits, Kristen flicked her eyes to their crotches.
Both had massive hardons pressing against the zippers of their pants.
"Time to collect," came from the brown haired one as he placed his hand on Kristen's shoulder and slid it down to grab her left tit. "Follow us and we'll take care of it now."
Switching her eyes to Sam, Kristen saw the answer to her unspoken question. She was to be the payment.
Sam eased his hand from her shoulder, grabbed the back of her chair and started to pull it away from the table, then he too started to rise. That fact brought Kristen to her feet.
The four of them weaved their way between tables and chairs and into a small storage room with an overhead hanging light for illumination.
"Jeans down and elbows on the table," came from the black headed guy as he closed the door behind them.
'Sure are sparse on words' Kristen thought as she did as ordered. A moment later her jeans were lying at her ankles, her elbows were pressed into the top of the scared table and the black haired guy was unzipping his pants and walking toward her.
His cock leading the way.
"Shit!" came from the other guy when her strapped ass came into view.
Kristen spread her legs and felt the guy's cock wedge its way down her ass crack and begin to press into her recently whipped and fucked ass. And as soon as he had it aligned, he slammed it all the way up her back track.
Firmly wedged in her, he reached around her back and clamped his hands on her hanging tits. "What the ... " he said and a moment later he had her blouse unbuttoned and was pulling her right tit out to the side. "Fucking rings!" was his only comment as his fingers dug into her tits as his cock pumped in and out of her ass.
With a cock driving away in her ass and hands working away at her attention craving tits, Kristen was quickly warming up. But as the guy fucking her picked up speed she knew she wasn't as hot as he was. A moment later she felt his sperm fill her and knew that she would have to wait until the other guy had his turn for her to come.
Kristen didn't have a long wait as the first guy had no more than stepped away and the next one was on her. But he wanted things differently.
Not bothering to voice his choice, he flipped her over, pressing her back into the table top and sank his cock up her eager cunt as his hands clamped onto her tits. Firmly and fully in her, he bent and plastered his mouth to her right tit as his hands paid homage to her left one.
Eager for her own release, Kristen wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him to her as her hands ran riot in his hair, holding him firmly to her tits as her temperature rose quickly as he applied teeth to her nipple.
"Yeeeaaaaaaa aaaaaahhhhh fuccccckkk meeee."
That is precisely what the guy had in mind as his hips became a blur. Kristen was in total agreement with each and every thrust as her pussy began to quiver and pull him deeper and deeper. And just as she reached her peak his jism gave her tunnel its kiss and she climbed a notch higher as he fell forward onto her as he tried to regain his breath.
Twenty minutes after her last bite of pie they were pulling away from the cafe and speeding down the highway toward the Pennsylvania state line.
* * *
That evening was like a re-enactment for Kristen as they headed their bikes through wooded trails in the Connecticut hills, built a fire and Kristen's body received deposits from all the members of the gang, several of them coming twice. She swallowed three, took seven up her ass and five cocks found a warm haven up her pulsating pussy before they all rolled themselves in sleeping bags and called it a night.
With only her face, hands and the lower parts of her legs unmarked, Kristen slept soundly curled up beside Sam as his hand traversed her aching flesh.
The following morning Kristen's body again paid for their meals. And after just crossing the Pennsylvania border her body filled their gas tanks as two greasy hunks reamed her ass in payment.
And as time passed Kristen learned to make herself available whenever they stopped, be it for food or gas, she was the common currency. But Kristen had no complaints. What with ten guys to plow her openings, three meals a day and gas to pay for, she was utterly content. And if it could be arranged, she also paid for the night's lodging as well.
During the first two weeks of her stay with the gang Kristen thought that she just might die of exhaustion. But she knew if she did, she would die with a smile on her face.
CHAPTER TEN
Kristen had been with the gang for two months when they decided to attend a carnival in Kentucky. By overhearing various conversations, she knew that one aim was to see if they could get hold of another girl.
What Kristen wasn't sure of, was it for a permanent arrangement or for just the night.
As if she had any say in the matter, which she knew she didn't.
Parking the bikes under some shade trees they made their way down the main 'street' of the carnival. As they strolled through the crowds Kristen still marveled at the attention they were given.
She had to admit that they created quite a sight. Ten guys surrounding one gal in tattered clothing always caused a stir no matter where they went. Her jeans and shirt had numerous holes in them, all strategically placed to draw attention to her womanly attributes.
There was a slash on the outside of her left tit, making it almost totally visible. One at the nipple of her right one caused many a stare. The ass of her jeans was almost totally unraveled and the slit near her mound drew even more stares as they walked slowly around visiting the booths and rides.
Long a compulsive exhibitionist, Kristen smiled as she tried to keep tally of the hard cocks left in their wake. She stopped counting somewhere around fifty when they stepped into one of the sideshows.
Taking front row seats, Kristen between Sam and Ian, they were all entertained by the boisterous con man who was trying to earn a few extra bucks by promising the gathering audience that Anaconda Ann' could take all fifteen feet of the anaconda up her secret jungle tunnel of love.
As Ian placed his hand on her left tit, Kristen hoped that the guy wasn't totally lying through his teeth. She had never seen a woman mate with a snake, anaconda or otherwise, and was looking forward to it as the curtains finally opened.
Weird African music blared through the small tent as the lights dimmed and turned red as the curtains began to shimmer as if alive. The spotlight narrowed until it became almost a pinpoint at the seam.
At first Kristen didn't know what she was watching, but as it continued to flick she recognized it as the snake's tongue. In and out it flickered as the spotlight began to spread and the snake's head became visible, complete with murmurs from the gathered crowd, as it parted the curtains.
One foot of snake was through the seam of the curtain before tan fingers could be seen. Snake head and fingers passed and more snake and Ann's hand and wrist appeared. Followed by more snake and her arm.
Then with a sudden burst of motion they were on stage. A fifteen foot anaconda and the six foot light brown Ann. The snake was wrapped around and around her body, curled over tits, around hips, between legs and the end of the snake was wrapped around her left ankle as they weaved in the red spotlight to the cheers of the crowd.
The leopard skin did little to cover Ann's abundant body. Full fitted, rounded hips and long, long legs were all easily seen as the snake's skin seemed to quiver as it slid around and around her body.
Ann never said a word, but the announcer more than made up for her silence as he pointed out the snake's tongue flicking over each nipple, the indentation of her navel and work its way between her well spread legs.
Foot after foot of the snake quivered and moved over her unprotesting body as her hands caressed it in passing, almost like a lover's caress Kristen thought, as her eyes remained glued to the flickering tongue. The snake's head began to slide through Ann's obviously uncovered cunt, and with what looked like a practiced ripple of its body, it lifted the end of her leopard skin so all could see the darker brown of her cunt lips as the snake began a twisting motion that soon had its head lodged in Ann's opened cunt.
Slowly Ann's body began to take support from a table that Kristen hadn't noticed before as the snake slid farther and farther up her opening as the crowd leaned forward to better view the skeptical.
Kristen had been watching the snake head so she was somewhat surprised when the rest of its body more or less slid to the floor as Ann's body rested on the table and she spread her legs.
Everyone had an unobstructed view of the area between her legs as she slid her ankles into black straps that were suspended from the ceiling that had been unnoticed until that moment. The snake became a coil wrapped around Ann's left leg as its head squirmed deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Five inches, then ten of the snake disappeared up Ann's cunt and Kristen began to wonder if the damned snake could breath. Obviously it could, it's body was a continuous thing of motion as another three inches made it up her cunt as Ann made her first sound.
A moan of pure lust.
God, what she was feeling must be fantastic! Kristen thought as she noticed her own cunt leaking fluid in jealousy.
Then suddenly the snake was pulling out. Kristen almost laughed as it seemed to be gasping for air. But that thought quickly passed as they all watched the tail end begin to enter where the head had just vacated.
Talk about a live cock, she thought as the snake drove more and more of itself into Ann's eager opening. Then with a good twelve or fourteen inches of tail in Ann, the snake again drove its head in too.
A double fucking snake! A live, wreathing, undulating, stretching cock of a snake!
There was no way Ann could accommodate all fifteen feet of the snake, but she sure as hell managed to take at least three feet of it. A foot and a half from both ends, that no one had any doubts was creating magnificent feeling in Ann as she screamed unintelligible words as her entire body shook with her climax.
The spotlight was narrowing again, zeroing in on Ann's crotch and the snake buried within. Until finally it snapped off and the tent was in darkness again.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Anaconda Ann will perform again in an hour. Watch your step as you exit to the rear."
"Jesus, a fifteen foot cock," came from Russ as they made their way out the exit.
"Yea, I bet that damned tongue was one hell of a tickler," Danny added as he pushed the tent flap aside and stepped out into the bright lights of the surrounding area.
"I bet she could take two hands up that stretched cunt," Dave added. "Only a black chick could do that."
"Color has nothing to do with, Dave," Kristen argued. "I could take two fists up my pussy and I'm sure not black. Not that I have anything against black people. In fact, I think they're great. At least some of them," she added as she gave his black cock a gentle squeeze through his jeans.
"Hell I know that, Kristen. It's just that it's been so long since I've had a black chick, I've almost forgot what they're like."
"Yea, I could sure be talked into some black pussy myself," TJ added, giving Dave a grin that said he was in complete agreement with him.
"Black is fine by me," Sam said to all concerned. "Want to make tonight's selection mahogany?"
"Yea."
"Sure thing, Sam."
"Fine, so let's keep a lookout for black flesh as we make the rounds."
No one objected to that statement as they again headed for the midway.
"Let's ride the roller coaster," came from Sam as they made their way through the crowd. Soon they were making their way to the front of the line. And for some reason, no one objected when they stood at the front. After all, who in their right mind would tangle with ten guys that looked like they did?
No one. Absolutely no one.
With the ride over, Sam told them to break up into groups of three or four to scout out the available candidates. They would join back together in an hour at the back of the small refreshment stand he pointed out.
Soon they disbursed and Kristen was walking with Sam, Ken and Tony.
* * *
They had been casually walking through the crowds that jammed the midway when Kristen suddenly stopped and stared. Sam almost stepped on her foot by her sudden halt, glanced at her to see what the problem was, and turned his head to where she was looking.
Shit! What a sight, he thought as a grin spread across his face. When he turned to look at Ken and Tony he noticed that they were in complete agreement with him and Kristen.
Across the wide midway with jostling people, yelling booth operators and screams from the various rides, the four of them watched intently as a huge bear of a man was struggling with the most stunning black chick any of them had ever seen.
The woman was a good five ten, full bodied with mammoth tits, slender waist and full rounded hips. The curly cap of black curls topped a face that was probably pure African. Wide nose, full lipped and skin that looked like black satin.
She would have drawn attention in any surrounding. But more so because of what was taking place.
The black couple was definitely fighting. As they watched the woman landed a very good left to the man's stomach and quickly followed with a right upper cut that made him release her neck that for all intents he was trying to strangle.
Her blows sent him staggering. One leg began to buckle as she landed a left to his chin causing him to weave drunkenly backwards to maintain his balance.
"Care to rescue a damsel in distress," Tony asked as he took a step in the direction of the fighting couple.
"It's got my vote," Ken said as he too began to head in their direction.
"I don't think she would appreciate being rescued until she's done," Kristen said as she tried to capture each man's wrist.
"Why," Sam asked as the other two turned toward them.
"Because two things are obvious."
"What?"
"She's pissed as hell, which you can tell by her actions. And she's also horny or at least aroused. Look at her nipples poking through her blouse. She's having a grand time. And so is the guy. Look at the size of his cock."
"I see what you mean," Sam said as he noticed what Kristen had pointed out. "Any suggestions on how to proceed?"
"Yea. Just stand close. If she wants help, she'll ask. If not just enjoy the show."
"Okay."
They slowly made their way to the fighting couple and it became blatantly obvious that both were enjoying themselves tremendously as the four of them formed a half circle off to one side.
"You bloody assed bastard ..."
"Fucking whore, I'll knock your teeth down your fucking throat."
"Yea, you and who else? You ain't got the balls of two year old. And wouldn't know how to use them if you did."
The man took a swing at her, she easily ducked it and slammed a fist into his gut that made his breath gush out like a cork from a champagne bottle.
"Need any help," Tony asked with his arms folded across his chest.
"Hell no," she answered as she swung her foot, landing very close to his swollen cock as she grazed his hip bone.
The man's hands instantly went to his jeans zipper as if he expected the next one to land on his raging cock.
It didn't. It landed on his left knee and the next instant he was on the ground with the woman standing over him.
With his hands covering his privates, the woman stepped on them. Then slowly, as if it had been done before, she began to press more and more weight onto her right foot that covered his crotch.
It seemed that neither of them moved. The man didn't breath. The woman didn't seem to move, except that more and more of her weight was being supported by her right foot. Until finally she stood on it, totally supporting her entire weight.
Then the man began to move.
He jerked as only a man does as he is coming.
His hips jerked. His eyes screwed shut. And a moan of unadulterated lust escaped his compressed lips as the woman gracefully balanced on his quaking form.
Then it was suddenly over.
She stepped off him. The man took a deep breath and relaxed on the dirt between two tents at the side of the midway as the four people of their audience just stood there and smiled.
Bringing her foot back, she kicked some dirt on him and said, "Get out of here."
The man silently got up and walked away as she turned her full attention to her assembled audience.
"Care for some of the same," she asked the men in a casual voice.
"No," Sam said. "We play the same game as you do. Except," he added with a significant look at Kristen, "for her. Interested?"
None of them missed the woman's sudden interest at Sam's words. Kristen actually felt a shiver force its way down her spine as the woman gave her a look that immediately stated that she was more than interested in handling her.
"What's in it for me?"
"Kristen is a submissive, pure and simple. She'll do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"And what's in it for you guys?"
"Another simple answer. We want some black pussy. But it's only fair to warn you, there are ten of us."
"Ten?" She paused as if considering. "What's her limits?"
"Death."
That comment earned a raised eyebrow.
Kristen felt Tony and Sam each take one of her arms and pull them behind her, forcing her thinly covered tits to point straight out. A tremor of ... lust? coursed through her as the woman's eyes drilled into her shirt and focused on the rings that poked against the material.
"All ten of you?"
"I really can't say for sure. The other guys are looking around too. We decided that we wanted some black pussy. They may be successful, too. But there is no way to say now."
"Fair enough, I guess. Where's the action to take place?"
"We thought we'd play that by ear. Got a suggestion?"
"I sure as hell do. My place. Okay?"
"Fine by me. Let's see if we can round up the rest of the gang."
"Not so quick. How do I know she's for real?"
"She's been with us for several months, but she came with five rings installed."
"Five?"
"Two in her nipples. Two in her pussy lips. And one through her clit."
"Let me see."
Kristen stood there passively as Tony and Ken unbuttoned her shirt and unzipped her jeans. Nothing was removed, but the woman had her request fulfilled. She also got to view the marks on her flesh, an ample supply of them.
She smiled. "You got yourselves a deal. Where do we meet the rest of your gang?"
"If you'll allow me," Sam offered her his arm as if they were in the grandest of ballrooms. She accepted his offer and they began walking back to the agreed meeting place as Kristen re-buttoned her clothing and followed with Ken and Tony on each side of her.
They had to wait for over an hour before another group from the gang joined them. It was Mike, TJ and Danny. They hadn't had any success.
But when Dave joined them, they learned that they had been very successful, too. After a round of introductions, they all made their way to where Ian and Russ were struggling to keep a fighting cocoa brown gal within their grasp.
"How do we get her to Andrea's place?"
"Can Kristen drive one of the bikes," Andrea asked the assembled group and was informed that she could, at least on streets.
"I can assure you, I do live on a street." She said, then added, "One of you can ahh escort the unwilling one in my car. Okay?"
"Ian," Sam said and all knew what was expected.
It took a bit of doing but they got the other gal, Ruth, into Andrea's car. Ian made sure she remained and they all headed to where they had parked the bikes.
Kristen, with some trepidation, drove behind Sam on Ken's bike as it was the smallest and the easiest for her to handle. Ken rode Ian's as they followed Andrea's car out of the fairgrounds and into the city for what all hoped would be a promising evening. Well, maybe Ruth had some doubts on that subject but she wasn't asked.
* * *
Following in the wake of Andrea's car, they drove down streets of a respectful middle class subdivision. When the car turned into a driveway, the bikes followed, some parking in the driveway, others in the back yard, as Andrea unlocked the back door and they all entered.
Flicking on the lights, Andrea lead them through a kitchen, down some stairs and into a basement.
At first glance it appealed to be a very standard, middle class basement. But that fact was soon proved wrong as Andrea unlocked a door and they all made their way into it.
Andrea was a practicing dominatrix, as the room proclaimed.
Manacles, whips, wooden frames, harnesses, canes, gags, chains, ropes, dildos, and other numerous items of inflicting pain were in blatant display as Ruth was roughly handled to place her on a large wooden table to which she was quickly strapped to amid her screams.
"I get her first," came from Andrea as she stood next to Kristen and ran her hands over her tits.
Sam nodded in agreement. A moment later most of the guys were turning their attention to Ruth as her clothing was literally ripped from her struggling body.
"Come with me, Kristen."
Kristen, with building excitement, followed Andrea to one side of the room.
"Remove your clothes then get your mouth where it will do the most good. You have experience with women, don't you?"
"Yes. Ample," came Kristen's reply as her fingers made quick work of removing her shirt, shoes and jeans, tossing them aside as she lowered herself to her knees, her mouth directly in line with Andrea's mound and waited.
Never one to overly anticipate what would happen, or be required of her, Kristen knelt patiently before Andrea as Andrea silently studied her.
Andrea found herself intrigued by the knelling gal at her feet. There was no doubt in her mind that Kristen was exactly as described-a willing submissive. The rings and marks in and on her body proclaimed it for all to see. And just that thought made Andrea's blood boil. It had been some time since she had had a willing female slave and she wanted to savor every minute of their involvement to its fullest.
With years of practice, she slowly and alluringly removed her clothing article by article and wasn't disappointed by Kristen's responses. The gleam in her eyes, her tongue licking her lips, and her shallow, quick breathing told the story. Kristen wanted her, probably as much as she wanted Kristen.
But there was plenty of time.
Casting a glance to the guys working on Ruth across the room, she smiled. Yes, plenty of time for her and Kristen.
Ruth's scream split the air as Dave's cock drove into her exposed cunt as Andrea calmly reached for a stiff leather crop and took a firm grip on it before using the flared end on Kristen's left tit.
Instantly an oblong red mark formed on her tit as Kristen took a deeper breath to counteract the sudden pain that heated up her tit. Her tongue flicked out and wet her lips as her eyes remained glued to Andrea's crinkled covered mound directly in front of her.
Another mark was added to her right tit as she curled her fingers into her palms and forced herself to remain in place for Andrea's crop.
"Place your hands behind you on the floor and arch your back. I want your tits pointing to the ceiling."
Shifting her feet for more comfort, Kristen did as ordered as she leaned her head back offering her body to her current tormentor.
Using just the very tip of the crop, Andrea's arm became a blur of motion as she whipped Kristen's tits, at time concentrating on just the ring decorated nipples.
Kristen could feel her body responding.
Heat and pain filled her upthrust chest as she screwed her eyes shut to glory in her treatment. Her legs spread wider and even she could smell her scent fill the air of the room as off to the side she heard Ruth scream over and over. Without bothering to open her eyes, Kristen's passions soared higher as the sound of leather striking flesh told her what Ruth was feeling.
Kristen loved that sound. Leather striking flesh. It added immensely to her pleasures. The sound alone could make her hot. But with Andrea doing such an excellent job on her own flesh, it only added to her desires. She felt her body responding. Her cunt was a swamp of lust filled desires. Her beaten nipples were hard and throbbing with more than the pain they were enduring.
Then suddenly there was a change.
The crop stopped for a moment but before she could raise her head to see why, she had the answer.
Andrea had changed positions.
Her legs were now straddling Crustiness thrown back head. Instantly she raised her head a fraction and buried her mouth in Andrea's hot, wet cunt. A second later the crop returned to her body. But it didn't land on her hot tits.
It landed on her spread and pleading cunt.
That was it.
Kristen was coming in waves.
She arched her entire body. Raising it for Andrea's crop as she did her damnest to repay Andrea for her pleasures.
Her tongue dipped, swirled, curled. She pressed her mouth to her pussy and sucked and slurped for all she was worth as Andrea reigned blow after blow to her pleading, arched and coming body. And as she gluttony swallowed Andrea's liquid lust Andrea's hand and arm blurred in motion as she repaid her for her efforts.
They both crashed to the floor and Andrea's mouth slammed into Crustiness cunt and it became a race to see who could make the other come first.
It was a tie.
Black and white limbs became entwined as they struggle on the floor to just breath.
* * *
Ruth could not understand her sudden presence in hell. How had it all started?
Ruth and two of her friends had decided to attend the local carnival and had arrived just at dusk. They had casually flirted with local boys, ridden various rides and played games at several of the booths.
Then as they typically did, they all made their way to the rest rooms. Finishing first, Ruth had exited to await her friends. Standing silently at the side of the building, her whole world began to change drastically.
She didn't know where they came from, but before she knew what was happening she was struggling, to no avail, in strong arms that were pulling her away into the darkness.
She struggled. Truly she did. But it did no good. Three guys easily overpowered her meager attempts to escape and she found herself bound, gagged and carried into an awaiting car where they did degrading and painful things to her body.
Hands invaded her body. They tore her blouse. They unfastened her bra. And they not only touched her exposed breasts, they hurt them until she screamed in pain and humiliation.
At eighteen Ruth was no virgin, but she had never been treated with anything but gentleness and respect. But gentleness was apparently an unknown quantity to the men who had captured her. It didn't take her long to realize what they had planned for her. And sex was the least of her worries.
By the time they arrived at their destination hands had unzipped her jeans and were none too subtle in their desires. Fingers were pinching her pussy lips, driving up her quivering cunty and prodding her unused brownie.
No, Ruth had no doubts as to what was coming her way. She did, however, have doubts about her surviving their combined actions. In her befuddled state, she still counted ten guys and surprisingly two other women.
But what did surprise her was the fact that the two women when off on their own, leaving her with the all ten guys to contend with.
Her struggles when thrown on the wooden table proved pitiful in the extreme as she was quickly and efficiently strapped to its surface. Her arms were bound over her head at the top of the table and her feet were similarly bound to the foot of it.
A moment later her clothing was torn and cut from her, leaving her body totally exposed to all those eyes and hands.
And then they came at her.
Two hot sucking mouths were suddenly attached to both of her tits. They sucked. They nibbled. They even bit her as she squirmed atop the table.
Then there were fingers at the apex of her mound. They slid over her crinkled hair and parted it and slid inside her dry cunty.
But it wasn't dry for long, as yet another mouth came into contact with that part of her body. Opening her eyes, she looked down her body and saw the only black guy burying his face in her cunty as the rest of the white guys surrounded her table to look on.
Ruth could not simulate what was happening to her. The guys at her breasts alternated between pain and pleasure. The one at her cunty was almost gentle. Various and numerous hands roamed her body, some painful, some gentle. But most confusing of all was her reaction.
At first she didn't believe it. But after a while Ruth could not deny it.
She was becoming aroused.
As asinine as it was, she was becoming aroused by their multiple attentions to her body. As that thought worked its way into her brain her body began to relax and, yes, to even anticipate what was to come.
It made no sense to her. But she could not deny the facts that she was feeling. They were making her hotter by the second.
She heard a sound. A sound she could not identify but it was such an unusual sound that she tried to place it in her muddle mind. And when she did, she screamed.
The sound had been a leather whip striking flesh.
More specifically her flesh.
A band of fire seemed to fill her stomach as she opened her eyes to see a whip land again on her. This time on her lower rib cage. And she screamed again.
The third one landed on her thighs. She screamed. But she wasn't sure if it was in pain or pleasure. There was no doubts in her mind that the three mouths attached to her body were erotically stimulating. But the whip? Was it stimulating too?
Stimulating yes. But pleasurably?
Then one man pulled away from her breast and the whip landed there. She screamed. It hurt like ... like a ... like a pleasure. That couldn't be right, she thought. But when it landed again on her right nipple she could not deny that a scream of lust escaped her. And she stopped trying to think.
She blocked off her mind and concentrated on only her body. And what her body was feeling was unimaginable joy and lustful passion. She had heard that pain and pleasure were closely related, just as love and hate where and until that moment she had doubted the truth of those statements.
She doubted no longer. Because she was definitely feeling both pain and pleasure. Maybe it was psychosomatic, maybe it was bullshit, but feel it she did and she quite struggling against what she was feeling and relaxed as much as she could under the circumstance and enjoyed what she was feeling. As across the room she heard other sounds of leather striking flesh.
Somehow those sounds justified her reactions because they were not accompanied by screams of pain. No, they were definitely sounds of arousal just the same as hers were.
The mouth at her cunty was withdrawn. A moment later it was replaced by a magnificent cock that burrowed its way to her very core. A mouth was back at her whipped right breast as the one from her left withdrew to allow the whip to land on that one too.
Ruth's body arched in pain and in pleasure. She accepted all that was being done to her and silently wished for more of the same. More pleasures. And more pain.
As the guy in her cunty exploded, she joined him in his release. But when he pulled away another took his place.
Then another.
Then another, as she laid placidly before them. Mouths rotated around her body. They took up residence at her breasts as whips flicked out at any part of her that they could reach. Ruth took it all in stride.
When they turned her over and began to whip her back and ass she compared the differences as cocks took turns up her brownie, as across the room she heard similar sounds.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ruth had stayed with them for two months before she snuck away one night after installing rings in her nipples. Kristen had had her doubts about Ruth from the beginning. She didn't think that she was the type to endure continual pain. And when Ruth left her thoughts were confirmed.
Three months later Gwen had joined them as they passed through Ohio.
Gwen was a gutsy gal, all four foot eleven of her. But she too only lasted for a couple of months before she left.
The guys never bothered looking for any of the women they had in passing. It just wasn't worth their effort. After all, they still had Kristen who showed no signs of wishing to leave them as month passed into month as they made their way across the country.
They had a few close calls. In Indiana they almost got arrested for nonpayment at one of the few gas stations that Kristen could not be used as payment and they drove off. The owner settled for the cash owed and a secret night with Kristen in his home as the others rested in a nearby hotel.
Illinois almost landed them in jail too when they thought they had an agreement with a coffee shop. The guy agreed to Kristen as payment but after availing himself to her exactable body, complete with using his belt on her ass and tits, he renegade and demanded payment in cash.
That pissed off Sam to such an extent that he floored the guy before leaving. That threat was eliminated when the arresting officer was persuaded that payment in full had been received. Of course that was only after he too sampled Crustiness many skills.
TJ dropped out of the gang in Illinois too. He was immediately replaced by another black guy, called Samson though no one believed it was it name. Samson took an immediate liking to Kristen. His favorite was to slam his eleven inch cock up her ass as he whipped the shit out of her back.
Kristen found many things about Samson she liked, not the least of which was his stamina.
Swinging south, they headed toward Texas as the temperatures dropped and they began looking for warmer claimants. Texas filled their desires for several months where they added a Mexican gal to their group for a while.
Louis was a corker. She loved to sass and was more than willing to pay for it. But she too left after a while and they headed to Arizona.
It was there that Ian got inspired and decided to whip Crustiness ass and tits with long needled cactus. It took her three days to pull all of the needles out of her, but she didn't regret it at all.
When they reached Phoenix, Kristen persuaded Sam that she needed some clothes as hers were almost in tatters. Taking Russ with them, they drove to a mall to make their selections. Kristen assumed that her own money would be used to make the purchases.
She was correct to an extent.
Sam was still in custody of her money, not much of it had been used over the months as her body was bartered instead.
Generally they didn't buy what they needed. Razors, soap, cigarettes and so forth were usually stolen along the way. Twice they had to buy parts for the bikes, some money was spent if all else failed, money was used to wash clothes, and once they had to pay to get Dave out of jail.
Other than occasional meals, gas and lodgings that could not be bartered for, her money was virtually untouched, except for supplies for her monthly period, nothing was spent on Kristen. But even Sam and the guys agreed that her clothing had suffered in the time she had been with them. So off they went.
It wasn't a big mall. They didn't need one anyway. After all they were just going to get Kristen a couple of pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts.
They parked the bikes and entered the mall.
They had passed several shops that Kristen had thought would be appropriate but Sam continued on, eventually looking for something specific.
He found it when he saw a sales clerk leering at a customer and he instantly entered and the others followed in his wake.
"Pick out what you want, Kristen, while I have a chat with the clerk."
She turned to do as bided as Sam made his way to the clerk. After ascertaining her sizes, Russ helped her look through the racks of clothing. Each had selected several items as Sam and the clerk joined them on their way to the dressing rooms.
After trying them on, Kristen selected two pairs of jeans, two shirts and a jeans jacket. She stepped out and showed Sam her choices. He nodded, took her arm and began to lead her toward the back of the store as Kristen began to understand.
She smiled. It was a first for her. She had never paid with her body for clothing before and was curious as to what would happen.
How did Sam always know who to approach? she wondered as they pushed aside a curtain and stepped into the back storage room.
The curtain dropped back in place as Sam and Russ walked over to a box and sat on it as the clerk looked at Kristen.
She turned to give him her full attention. She saw his smile and automatically began to unbutton her shirt.
"No. I'll do that."
She dropped her arms to her side and watched him approach.
"Do you know what is going to happen?"
"I have a pretty good idea," she answered as she turned her face up to him and smiled.
"What do you think will happen," he asked as his fingers finished unbuttoning her shirt.
"Well, you are going to at least fuck me."
He smiled. "I'm going to do more than that. Care to make a guess?"
Kristen saw it in his eyes and answered. "You are also going to hurt me."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Are you going to cooperate?"
"Yes, I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me."
"Whatever I want, huh?"
"Whatever," she stated as her jeans slid down her legs. She could already feel her pussy drooling in anticipation.
He nodded and smiled, then turned and walked away. "Come here and place yourself over my lap for a spanking."
Kristen saw him studying her for her reaction to his words. She walked to him and smiled to give him the answer to his silent question. A moment later she was across his lap in the prescribed position. A position that reminded her of the night at the 'Hideaway' where she and John had earned so much money.
It was a fond memory.
One that made her think of John. It had been over three months since she had last talked with John. Maybe she could give him a call later. But that and all other thoughts soon left her as the clerk brought his hand down to her upturned ass with a smack.
A very promising smack. Followed by many more as she squirmed atop his legs with building arousal.
Her backside was quite warm when she felt him move so he could unzip her own jeans. A moment later his hard cock was pressed between her hot thigh as he continued to pound away to their mutual satisfaction.
He didn't even stop when she felt his juices splatter between her legs. If anything he hit her even harder and faster.
* * *
Sam had let her call John after they left the store with her new clothes. And as she curled up in his arms that night, they talked.
"I can feel it in you, Kristen."
"Feel what?"
"You're starting to drift away. You're being pulled back home, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"I can tell. I feel it myself."
Turning in his arms, she asked, "Yourself? What do you mean, Sam?"
"Our time with the gang is almost at an end. It's time for both of us to move on to bigger and better things."
"What are the better things for you?"
She felt his body shake with laughter before she heard it. "Would you believe that I come from a very wealthy family and have a job waiting?"
She considered her response before replying.
"I have no trouble at all believing that of you. I've sensed it from the beginning at the races." Turning back into his arms, she continued. "I sensed that you were much like me. Out for one last fling before settling into the traditional mold of job, home and family."
"I felt in you too. At one time I even thought of taking you with me. But I've since changed my mind."
"Why?"
"Because I've come to realize that you have someone waiting for you back in Connecticut. Someone special to you, as you are to me."
"You're right. John is special."
"Tell me about John, Kristen."
"Tell you about John. In many ways he reminds me of you. Would you believe that I had to teach John how to hurt me? I was attracted to him from the first time I saw him. But John was different than the other men I knew. He was gentle, and as you know, I do like gentle every once in a while for a change. But with him I sensed something different."
"I sensed that he liked me. Not what he could do to or with my body. He liked me. Kristen. I liked him too and over time we both changed. I told you about the night at the 'Hideaway', the night we earned so much money and could seriously consider a future together. John has been working for years to realize his dream, so he didn't object when I went off to gain mine."
"We're both waiting until we can be back together and make the future we both want. I wanted a year for my dream and that year is almost over. And you're right, it is almost time to leave. But John is ready for me. He has his degree now and a good job. He's saved enough money for our house and with the money we earned that night we will have no worries for years, but which time he'll be adequately successful to support us."
"And what do you want to do with John in the future?"
"The usual I guess. Home, kids, that sort of thing. But it will be more than that. I will also have John. John to hurt me. John to love me tenderly. John to make me happy."
"You love him, don't you?"
"Yes." She wasn't shy or coy with her answer it was just a statement of fact.
"That's what I sensed. I never stood a chance to win your affections. They were already given. But over the months I learned something else."
"What?"
"I learned what was important and what wasn't."
"What is important to you, Sam? What do you want out of life?"
"Pretty much the same as you. Home, kids and a gal to love. I use to think I wanted a slave, but you have thought me that I don't."
"What do you mean by that?"
He curled his hand around her breast, gave it a squeeze, and said, "You are not a slave by any stretch of the imagination, Kristen. You are a woman who knows what she wants and goes out to get it. You wanted your year with a motorcycle gang and you got it. But you have never been a slave."
"I've seen the way you handle the guys. Yes, you submit to their desires, and yours, but even when they beat you or fuck you, you are the one in charge. It happens like that frequently. To a certain extent slaves are always in control. They set the limits, not the so called masters or mistresses."
"Slaves play upon the needs of their masters and in doing so they become the ones that truly rule. It's a paradox, but it's true. The master become dependent upon the slave. Look at history. The South fell when the slaves were freed. Look at the gals that were with for a while. They too left. Just as you will, shortly I think, to go back to where you want to be."
"I never thought of it that way. But I think you're right, at least partly. Maybe that's what attracted me to John. I knew he wanted to please me, even if I had to teach him how to hurt me in the beginning. And I know that I'm very selfish. I want, need, my needs taken care of. I get that when you guys come at me more than one at a time. I relish the attention. I crave the knowledge that I mean something."
Snuggling closer to him, she added, "You know, if I didn't have John to return to, I think the two of us would be good too."
"I know. But you do have John to return to. Just as I have another life to return to. Who knows, maybe someday the three of us can get together for some fun."
"I'd like that."
Later after they had joined their bodies Crustiness thoughts returned again and again to John. He was waiting for her.
And she knew that she wouldn't make him wait much longer.
* * *
It had taken them two weeks to leave the gang and head out on their own. And it had taken them five days to reach John's house.
As Sam parked his bike behind John's house they both knew what they were going to do. They had spent hours talking about it as they passed from state to state on their journey.
Kristen took the key from its hiding place and let them in the house.
"It looks so familiar."
"Well, it should," he laughed as he took her arm and they made their way to the bedroom. "You take a shower and I'll get things ready."
Reaching up, Kristen gave him a kiss. "What would I do without you?"
"You don't need me, Kristen. You'll have John from now on." Giving her ass a swat, he sent her into the bathroom as he surveyed the room that was almost familiar to him, Kristen had talked about it so much.
Checking his watch Sam noted that John should be arriving in about an hour. He had his work cut out for him in that time.
* * *
John had had a feeling all day long that something was going to happen. Something connected with Kristen. He hadn't talked with her in over two months, maybe that was it. She would call him tonight. Maybe that was what he was feeling, he thought as he slipped the key into the door and opened it.
Closing the door behind him, he turned on the light and his eyes opened wide by what he saw.
He almost tripped over a tennis shoe. Another was lying on the bottom step of the stairs. A shirt was draped over two treads halfway up. A pair of jeans laid at the top, the legs spread wide as if in invitation.
Kristen was home!
Dropping his briefcase on the floor, he removed his jacket and tie as he climbed the stairs. About to open his bedroom door, he stopped to pick up Crustiness favorite whip from the floor. He hadn't removed it from the closet since she had left and he knew she awaited him beyond the door.
That thought in mind, he removed his clothes before opening the door. The whip firmly in his hand he stepped in and said, "Kristen, love, I've waited ..."
His words stopped at the sight before him. It was Kristen.
A smiling Kristen who was hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. Her legs were tied off to rings in the walls. Strings were attached to her pussy rings, around her hips, and holding her pussy wide open. A huge double ended dildo could be seen in her snatch. John assumed that the other end, that was not hanging down, was in her asshole.
Another string was hanging from her clit ring as it supported the cat-o-nine, which gently swayed back and forth by her slight movements. Her nipple rings supported leaded ball-shaped weights that pulled them toward the floor.
Her entire body was multi colored by very recent whip strokes.
A huge red ribbon was tied in a bow around her waist.
Before him was a present. All wrapped and decorated. Kristen had made her body a gift to him.
But who had aided her?
Finally drawing his eyes from Kristen, John looked around and found another man casually reclining on his bed. The man was naked and had a massively hard cock pointing into the air.
Surveying the room more John saw every instrument that he and Kristen owned lying about. Various whips and gags were on the floor. Harnesses, rings, clamps and switches where atop dressers. Dildos, weights and pressing devices were at the foot of the bed that the man was lying on.
Making a rash assumption, John thought that the man with Kristen was no stranger to her. And with that thought in mind he closed the door behind him and walked up to the suspended Kristen.
Reaching out his hand to caress her weighted breasts he looked into her eyes and said, "It's been fourteen months, Kristen. God, it is great to see you! Are you supposed to be my present?"
"I'm anything you want me to be, John. But ahh can we talk later? Sam has me hotter than hell. I'm all primed and ready for you."
"And what is that you want?"
"You. Your cock. And anything you want to do with me." She smiled at him, nodded her head toward the wall facing her, and said, "I'm just how you like me. Mirror, spread wide open and stuffed to the limit. Love me, John. Just love me as only you can."
Knowing that the whip that was left out in the hallway was for a purpose, and knowing that he knew he couldn't wait much longer, John silently walked in front of her and turned slightly sideways.
"I love you, Kristen. And I've missed you like hell."
Thus saying he brought the whip up and smashed it into her spread opened pussy. The pussy that he craved to fuck, torment and love beyond anything else in the world.
With the previous priming that Sam had done and with finally being with John, it was the last ingredient Kristen needed. With that one stroke she came. Her body arched in midair. Her pussy convulsed. And her special scent filled the air of the room.
A moment later John ripped out the dildo and his mouth was plastered to her spasming cunt. His tongue was dipping, swirling, and delving into her pulsating depths.
Kristen was in heaven. She was precisely where she wanted to be. And with who she wanted to be with. Nothing else in the world mattered beyond those facts.
Too impatient to wait, John stood and walked around Crustiness body and eased his cock up her ass as he again became a voyeur, his eyes glued to their actions in the opposing mirror. And he knew that it was more than Kristen being there. He was now complete as only she could make him feel.
But as he watched the mirror, it's reflection changed. From off to the side a whip could be seen coming at her weighted breasts. A second later it landed and her ass pulled him in deeper as John turned his head and saw the man who had been lying on the bed use the whip on Kristen.
He didn't stop his stroking cock, but he did lower his hands to her opened pussy and pull it even wider apart. And the man took up the invitation.
The whip landed directly between his fingers as Kristen screamed for him to fuck her. Harder. Faster. And deeper.
John was more than eager to comply. In fact, there was nothing else in the world that he could do at that moment.
