"I'll save your life," the dark-haired, young man smiled as he tugged at me. I was in shock and fear. My lover had miscalculated the outcome of attempting to take the life of an underworld kingpin who was blackmailing him straight to the poorhouse.
Instead of meeting minor opposition the entire crew blasted him, leaving him in the plush motel room to die. They found me in his silver Mercedes parked close by where I was waiting for Gus to return.
"It's your only chance," Carlos said nervously. "The police will pick up this car ... with you in it. Come on, get going."
Seizing the chance to escape the terrible involvement in the gangland vendetta killing, I had no other course but to follow a member of the opposition ... Carlos.
As we sped away from the luxury seaside motel Carlos grinned, "Now, take off your clothes."
I glanced at him in disgust. His firm hand reached for my thigh.
I h-edged. "But what if an officer stops us?"
"Offer him a piece."
As his hand gripped my thigh, squeezing painfully, I began undressing.
"Don't take so much time."
"Don't get your balls in an uproar," I blurted.
And then I felt the hard impact of the back of his hand hitting across my face.
"I don't dig women who talk back."
Putting my hand to my face to ease the flashes of pain, I finished undressing without saying another word. When I was naked I presumed he'd park the car in some secluded spot and make it. He didn't. He continued driving, not even looking in my direction.
"When I take you up to meet Nick, put your coat on. After you walk in his pad, he'll take your coat. Nick's time is real valuable. He don't waste it."
He continued looking at the road, as indifferent to my naked body as if I wasn't there. Finally he reached over and playfully pinched my nipples until they ached. He said nothing. When he pulled up to a beautiful home, swinging smoothly in the circle drive, he smiled, "This place beats the cheap hole old Gus and you shacked up in, doesn't it?"
Playing it cool, I didn't answer.
Another whack across my face nearly knocked me out of my senses.
"Don't play games," he snapped. "Understand?"
"Yes, you beast," I snapped.
Again his hand hit my face.
"Don't try being cute, okay?"
Slipping my coat on and wadding up my clothes in a bundle, I sighed, "Yes, yes, I understand."
"About time," he replied coldly. He parked his car in front of the white pillared Georgian entrance. I got out and walked up to the front door. Pressing the doorbell, a young Mexican boy responded.
"Good evening senora," he smiled, "your clothes, please."
I handed him my clothes.
"Your coat?" he smiled. Removing my coat, exposing my naked breasts, I saw him eyeing them excitedly.
"Follow me," he grinned. I followed as he led me up a circular staircase to the second floor. I couldn't help but notice what an elaborate mansion Nick apparently lived in. The Mexican boy opened a bedroom door at the end of the hall, and followed me into the dark room. There was a large, old-fashioned bed, candlelight and a strange chain affair hanging from the wall. He walked right over to it.
"Over here," he ordered me, "put your arms up."
Going over to him, I raised my arms. He had to stand on a small stool. Quickly he fastened my wrists securely in the chains. Once the small lock clicked in my wrist-bands he stepped down. Looking me over carefully, he never uttered another word. Promptly he left the room.
I waited alone for what seemed like hours. My mouth was dry and there was no way I could get a drink. I felt on the edge of death as the pain surged through my arms. From down the hall the awful shrieks of pain sounded as the whips contacted bare flesh and noisy pain eruptions resounded.
Finally the door opened. A tall, handsome man entered. Coming closer I saw he was dressed in a tight leather outfit, with only a hole to let his huge penis stand up.
"Please, please help me," I begged.
He didn't notice me. He walked to the side of the room, and picked up a long whip. Coming closer, I saw a smile about his lips. Swiftly he snapped it across my back.
"God damn you," I cried out in pain and disgust. "Stop torturing me."
But my cries only commanded stronger lashes across my bare back until I felt the blood streaking down my naked body. His penis was rigid now. The huge head of it was almost ready to burst. I knew the more pain he gave me, the more excited his cock became. Placing his hand on his pecker, he began stroking while he struck me.
Finally he unfastened me from the chains, but the awful wrist bands held tight.
"On your knees," he said coldly. I was frozen. "On your knees." I fell, sobbing, as I almost collapsed before him.
"Suck my cock," he demanded. "Suck it, you must be thirsty by now."
Looking up at his loins I saw his huge pecker looking at me as if it could speak.
"Suck it," he repeated, hitting me over my bare back.
"Stop it, stop it," I pleaded. "Suck," he insisted, his eyes piercing, cold. Reaching for his throbbing meat, I brought my tear-streaked face closer to its huge head. "Suck," he demanded. Sticking my tongue out I licked him. With my mouth slipping over the crown of his cock I began sucking. He was groaning and writhing in sexual ecstasy.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me," he begged. He shoved it in and out as I felt the sting of the whip still biting my back.
"Take it all in," he commanded, pumping the whole penis down my throat.
I felt sure I'd choke on his meat, but he pulled its head back just enough to allow me to breath. As lust seized him once again he drove his member down my throat again.
"Suck it," he said softly, "Suck it ... you'll get a nice hot meal if you keep sucking," he said tightly.
I was hungry, thirsty, exhausted and in pain. Now I wasn't concerned where drink or food came from. His penis fluids seemed like a treasured opportunity to replenish my dwindling energy. I craved the protein I knew was in his cum. How he had warped me and how swiftly into a groveling cocksucker, anxious for him to unload his huge balls in my mouth.
"Suck, suck ... ohhh, that's it ... keep it up ... suck, ohhh, ahhh," he gasped, driving it in to the hilt as great spurts of cum flashed down my throat. Eagerly I sucked his life-giving sperm down my throat as he shot it to me.
When I'd finished sucking him off and he was content I thought perhaps there would be the possibility of being free once again. I was wrong.
"Get up," he spat roughly, "off your knees, cocksucker." I got up, not moving one inch toward the chain where he'd kept me till my arms ached.
"Please, please don't chain me up again," I begged.
"Don't talk to me," he glared, "you're not my equal. I'm your master, you are my slave. My sex slave. Now, don't bother me."
Pulling me back to the chains he lifted my shackled wrists. Once again my arms were fastened to the wall. In this torture ridden position I resigned myself to more agony.
I waited, I don't know how many hours before the door opened again. I turned to see two naked young men, laughing and drinking. One was dark-haired and olive-skinned, the other very blonde with light complexion.
"She's a beauty," he first one in the door commented.
I turned to look at his dark, tousled hair.
"Who are you?" I demanded, "why am I imprisoned here?"
"I can't tell you that," he winked to the blonde man.
"Shall we untie her or would you like to do it to her this way?"
"This way," the blonde man insisted, "Give me the first crack at her asshole, okay?"
Coming at me from behind he shoved his huge penis in the crack in my ass and began pumping.
"Aren't you going to grease it?" the dark-haired man asked him.
"I like to shove it up and make her howl."
As his huge ramrod stabbed my asshole, the pain became unbearable. I groaned, "Oh, God, stop it, stop it."
"Ohhh, that feels nice up there," he chuckled. Reaching around he felt of my titties, pinching on the nipples.
"Feel good?" he asked cagily.
"No," I told him, "It's horrible."
"Good," he grunted, jabbing his penis in and out in swift-paced movements. "Ohhh, you've got a beautiful fuckin' ass ... keep trying to get away, it makes it feel better."
Soon I couldn't stand it any longer. I thought I'd go out of my mind. Tears streamed down my face as he kept hammering his penis up my ass. His fingernails bit into my nipples. I cried out. He laughed, ramming it to the hilt, obviously turned on by my torture.
"Wow!" the dark haired man commented, "you're really giving her the gun. Beautiful!"
In and out the huge penis pushed, his fingertips continually pinching at my nipples. I thought it best not to turn him on with my cries. In silence I let him have my asshole.
"She's enjoying it now," the dark-haired man commented.
"They all dig it," the blonde man explained. "Women were made to suffer. They love it if you give them a little pain."
I felt his hands reach down and rub my pussy. He was diddling me. In spite of myself his magnificent movements were stimulating me.
"Nice pussy," he winked at the other man.
"Get your gun off, I want to get mine too," the dark-haired man complained.
"Fuck it," he snapped, "Move your ass around. Wiggle it."
Anything to get the ordeal over with. I churned my ass around, doing a quick bump and grind, hoping this would cause him to come.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, "Ahhh, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck it. That's it ... ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The cum spurted from his cock as he shoved it in to the hilt. In one sperm-flash my asshole was lined with his hot juices.
"Keep twisting it, milk it, pump it out," he begged.
I ground my ass.
"Ohhh, I'm coming again," he groaned. Now the other man was standing there with his cock standing up, almost ready to burst.
"Get your damned dick out of her ass and let me fuck it," he complained.
Slowly sliding his penis out of my asshole, the cum dripping from his cock, he turned to his friend, "It's all yours, now fuck it."
The lusty, dark-haired man wasted no time in getting his penis in place.
My arms ached with pain, my ass hurt. The dark-haired man came over, grasped my hips and pulled my ass apart.
"Now, you're really going to get fucked," he said, sliding his huge tool up my ass.
"Oh, God," I gasped. "Stop it."
With powerful thrusts he stabbed me with his cock. Driving it in and out, he reached around to play with my pussy. Diddling me eagerly, he panted, "You've got a great ass, now just twist it."
Churning it for him, I turned him on.
"Beautiful. Ohhh, that's it. Keep grinding."
Grinding it as hard as I could only made my arms ache more, but anything to get it over with.
"Ohhh, that's it. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasped as his cock splashed its sperm up my ass.
"Ahhh, ohhh, keep screwing," he insisted. I kept it up until he pulled it slowly out.
"Can't you let my hands free?" I begged tearfully.
The two men looked at each other. The dark one shrugged, the light one nodded, "Oh, I guess so."
Reaching up he undid the chain that held my wrists.
"Ohhh," I gasped, "Ohhh, that feels good."
Grateful to be free again, I promised them, "If you'll get me out of here I'll do anything, anything for you ... I'm afraid."
"Forget it," they both chorused.
I knew it was useless.
"Let's try something different," the blonde man suggested. "Like what?"
"Why don't you have her eat your ass, while I suck her pussy, okay?"
"Sure," I said, "and she can eat my cock, when she finished on my asshole."
"Oh, God," I gasped, "can't you quit torturing me."
They both smiled.
"You're a torture girl," the blonde man winked. "That's why we pay so much bread ... to torture you."
"What?"
"Don't tell her anything," the dark-haired man interjected.
Walking over to the corner of the room he picked up a whip and came over to me.
"Lie down on your back," he smiled.
I lay down, grateful to let my body rest while I could. He lifted the whip, bringing it down with a whirring sound, snapping it across my breasts.
"Ohhh, stop it, stop it," I sobbed. But he only got turned on, his penis becoming rigid as he beat me. The other man was getting a stiff erection too. Both of them were smiling. My sobs only increased their pleasure.
"Quit it, quit it," I pleaded, "isn't there one damned bit of decency left in either of you?"
This increased the rage that was filling the face of the dark-eyed man. He didn't answer. His whip spoke for him.
"Ohhh, you're hurting me," I cried, putting my hands protectively over my breasts.
The blonde man got down on his hands and knees, bent over and pulled my hands off my breasts. With my breasts exposed, the whip lashed across them again and again, until the blood began trickling down them.
This stopped them. Each man knelt beside me, putting his mouth to my tittie and sucking.
Even though the awful pain of the lashing persisted, the gradual pleasure of their sucking mouths was sending strange sexual excitement through my body.
I thought I might try again.
"I'd be your sex slave if you got me out of here," I whispered seductively.
They were so absorbed in sucking my breasts they paid no attention. Then the dark-haired man straddled me and lowered his ass over my face.
"Suck my ass," he demanded. It was awful to see his hairy ass coming closer. Reaching out he pinched both nipples with his hands.
"I said, suck my ass."
My tongue shot out and I began licking all around his asshole. He released my nipples.
"Suck all around it, that's right, lick it."
Obediently my tongue lashed around his asshole. I felt the tongue of the other man licking at my slit. I focused my attention of my licking at the asshole covering my face, eager not to incur his dark wrath, forcing me to discover the torture he had in mind for disobedience.
"Suck," he panted, "suck it. Put your whole mouth on it like a suction cup and suck my sweet ass."
Making sure I'd please him I reached up to grip his firm, round buttocks, and pulling his ass apart managed to obtain better vantage point for my tongue.
With wide tongue lashes I managed to lick at his ass. I spared nothing, trying to excite him to the fullest.
At the same time I felt my pussy tingle with the tongue of the blonde man. He knew just how to excite. His tongue whipped around my clit, licking excitedly up and down. Probing deep inside my moist mound I could tell I was going to come any moment.
"Suck my ass out, get your tongue way up there," my master commanded.
Stiffening my tongue, and holding his buttocks firmly apart, I stabbed right up his tight asshole. He liked it, panting, "Beautiful. Keep the tongue-action going."
Sliding my tongue in and out I tongue-fucked his asshole the best I knew how. Flicking it, taking now and then licks and then plunging it up his ass again.
"Better eat me now," he said, rising. He turned around, pulling my head in line with his penis.
I took it, he rammed it, driving it down my throat. His eyes were aglow with a strange, sexual ecstasy.
"Suck it off," he panted, "Suck my cock. Eat it ... eat it up." His body was sweating. Even the manly smell of his crotch was exciting me. This mystified me. What should have been ugly, awful, disgusting-was delicious, wonderful and I think he could tell I was turned on.
"Ohhh, that's nice, go after the juice ... suck, suck, suck it."
I massaged his balls while he thrust his cock at me. It was a wild ride. He was panting, pumping it to me and almost laughing.
"Baby, that's it. Suck, eat it up ... eat it ... ahhh, ohhh."
His sperm flashed in my mouth, hurtling down my throat. He slid it deeper, pulled it out and rammed it back, delivering another spasm of sperm down my throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said tightly.
My mouth accepted him, my pussy gushing as the blonde man's face, pinned to my crotch, ate me.
To be eaten and eating someone else ... I loved it. If this could be all there was to sex in this weird, nightmare of a house I wouldn't mind it. Being a sex slave could be fun, but the pain of a whip cracking across my soft breasts and the awful ache in my arms from the strain of being held up in chains horrified me. The terrible thought of them leaving me behind upset me.
Slowly pulling his penis out of my mouth, he smiled, "Good suck ... now, we'll put you back where you belong."
"Please, please don't," I begged as the blonde man lifted his face from my pussy, licking his lips and smiling.
"We must," the blonde man replied softly.
"We can't tangle with your host," the dark-haired man explained seriously. So seriously in fact, I was sure he was telling the truth.
"What are you talking about?"
"Give us your hands," the dark-haired man said roughly. I put my hands out to him and he quickly snapped the bracelet lock on again.
"Get up," the blonde man snapped.
Slowly I got up and walked over to the chains without them saying another word. Reaching up, they locked the chains to my wrist locks and once again I was in my misery.
"Look at me," the blonde man said softly.
I turned.
"You're a groovy chick. I'd like to help you, but I can't."
"Come on," the crude dark-haired man snapped. Turning abruptly, they both walked out of the room leaving me alone in darkness and despair.
CHAPTER TWO
The pain never left. I fell asleep in aching pain and came awake to pain when the door opened. In the dim light of the doorway I saw a ruggedly handsome masked dark-haired man.
"How are you?" he asked softly.
His mask didn't allow me a view of his eyes, but his mouth was smiling.
"Can't you get me out of here?"
He nodded. I gasped, "Oh, God, I'm glad you've come. I'll be your sex-slave! I'll be anything, but I can't stand being chained up like this!"
Walking over to me, he undid my wrists from the chain. Reaching over to hold my wrists, he undid the wrist-bands. I rubbed my wrists to get the blood circulating again.
"Thank you," I smiled, "Thank you."
"You can thank me by blowing me," he said quietly.
Walking over to the mattress on the floor I lay down. He lay down beside me. I wished I could see him. His face looked handsome ... what I could see that wasn't hidden by the mask.
"I'll eat your pussy while you blow me," he smiled.
"Anything you say, anything," I assured him. I lay beside him and snuggled up to his crotch, pulling his huge penis to my mouth. I felt his tongue licking at my slit.
"Suck it," he whispered, and then, "do it good."
Slowly licking its huge, swollen head I tried to show all the love and gratitude I felt for him. His promise to free me brought an overpowering urge to please him surging through me. He was doing a good job on my box.
"Put it in your mouth and suck it," he demanded.
My tender, loving caresses on his cock were lost in his passion, his burning lust.
Letting him ram it in, I sucked the best I knew how. Massaging his balls, I reached to the crack in his ass and slid one finger up it.
"I like that," he said softly, "keep sucking it just like you're doing."
His beard, which was just coming out, tickled at my pussy. His tongue probed, his teeth nibbled and he was talented at eating pussy.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me off," he moaned as I built up the tempo of the cocksuck.
"Suck, suck, suck it," he panted, "Suck it off."
With one sudden lunge, his penis exploded in my mouth, sending white hot spasms of sperm gushing down my throat.
His climax made me come. His mouth eagerly licked at my genitals as his tongue lashed inside my box, eating me. When I'd gulped him down and he'd finished sucking me, he said carefully, "Follow me, say nothing to anyone you might see in the hall."
I nodded. My nakedness meant nothing now. I could see anyone, just so this man could set me free. Together we left the room and walked down the hall. At the far end, he opened a door. The room bedazzled me. It was an ornate office replete with red, plush carpeting, gold leaf trim with white walls. A handsome French desk with a pile of letters and wires and three phones commanded my attention. He walked over to the desk and sat down.
"I'll explain something to you," he smiled.
Sitting down in a chair near his desk, he said, "The other night you saw something you shouldn't have seen."
I nodded grimly, saying nothing.
"To make sure you understand how very important it is for you to keep your mouth shut, we had you brought here. Perhaps, the treatment you received here might give you some insight into the foolish mistake you'd make if you ever did talk."
"You don't have to worry about me," I said eagerly. "I'd never talk. I never saw anything. Not a thing."
"Now, you're going to see something you won't forget," he said, pulling the mask off his face.
"Oh, my God," I gasped. His face was a mass of scars, reddish, purplish skin that looked frighteningly hideous.
"Nick, Scarface Nick," he blurted, "and your lover made me Scarface. And it has brought me the most pleasure of all to bring you here," he smiled. "When can I go?"
"Never," he shrugged. "I couldn't ever let you go."
"I've never hurt you. Why should you take it out on me ... just because someone I lived with, shacked up with ... I didn't love him...."
"Seeing you will remind me of him. Remind me how sweet vengeance can be, ease the agony of my hideous face. Sure, you never saw anything like it. Acid! Maybe someday I can make you understand what I feel ... but that will have to come later because I have great plans for you."
Glancing at a clock on the wall, he said, "You must return to your chambers."
"Please, please, let me go free. I'll never tell anybody anything about what I saw."
"No, no, you won't," he nodded. Putting his mask on, he said, "Get up. It's time for you to go back to your cold room."
We walked down the hall and I saw one man carrying something that looked like a body under a blanket. It made me thankful I was still alive, but sent a shuddery shiver up and down my spine.
"It is cold in these halls?" he asked, knowing full well what made my flesh crawl.
"No," I sighed, anxious not to ignite any more twisted passions in this demented man.
He opened the door, pushing me gently ahead of him. I thought it best to walk over to the chains. He slipped the wrist bracelets on and I held up my hands and he fastened me to the chains.
He walked out, without looking back, closing the door quietly behind him. As the hours went by my arms ached with such insistent pain, I felt they'd slip out of the sockets. Again, I either fell asleep or passed out. Hours or moments later I could not tell, when a woman opened the door and walked in.
She was dressed in leather bell-bottom slacks and a leather jacket. She was nervously puffing on a cigarette. Coming over to me, she smiled, "How are you?"
I had learned to ask anyone for anything would only bring more torture, calculated mental torture.
She asked, "Would you like me to loosen your chains so you could be free?"
I didn't answer. Apparently she felt she couldn't play with me satisfactorily without letting my arms fall free so she reached up and undid them.
Once my arms were down she undid the wrist bracelets. Putting her arms around me she drew my body to hers. I was revulsed at the idea of a woman making sexual advances. Under my dire circumstances I felt it best to conceal any negative response. Her cold leather jacket and pants against my warm body felt unpleasant. Her liquor-breath added agony.
"Oh, lover, you're gorgeous. I want to love you all over. I want to explore every crack and crevice of your body with my tongue, with my mouth, with love," she panted, nearly drooling.
I heard a light click, turning I tried to see if there was a slot or hole where someone might be watching.
"Undress me," she smiled. Concealing any emotion, I began unzipping her leather jacket. Helping her out of it I saw she had generous sized naked knockers below. I unzipped her pants only to discover she was naked there too.
"Let's go over to the bed," she whispered. Glancing at the mattress, which she called a bed, I couldn't help shrug. She observed this.
"Don't you fight me," she said tightly. "I will teach you discipline if you must be taught."
She went to the corner of the room and picked a cat-and-nine tails. With a triumphant smile forming on her face, she said coldly, "Lie down with your buttocks facing me."
I knew it best not to deny her anything. I lay down on the mattress, leaving my bare ass exposed to her.
No sooner had I placed myself in position than the cat-and-nine tails came whirring down across my bare ass.
"Ohhh, God," I gasped.
"Discipline," she smiled, "this will teach you discipline like nothing else. Nothing!"
The sudden pain that flashed through my body tortured me at first. But once I'd gone beyond the initial shock it didn't feel the same. A strange, warm glow built within my loins. I quit gasping and smiled. She caught this. She knew she had conditioned me to enjoy pain. This knowledge brought ecstasy to her face as she continued lashing across my bare ass with a mean cat-and-nine tails.
Then it happened. My cunt began dripping. I was coming. She saw this too and her body trembled with excitement.
"You see," she cried, "discipline can do wonderful things." Dropping the vicious whip, she slid down beside my body.
"I want to suck on you and have you do the same to me," she glowed.
We lay at opposite ends of the mattress. Her face was in my crotch and my crotch was in her face.
I felt her grinding her teeth against my hairy mound as she did her best to make maximum penetration with her tongue. It worked. Her tongue probed deep inside my box, thrilling me beyond belief. This woman knew sex.
Licking her genitals, I finally slid my tongue inside her pussy and began doing her like she was doing me. There was technique to this. I felt her body begin to spasm as I lashed away inside her cunt with my tongue.
It tasted good. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. She was eating me, probing my ass with one finger and the sound of her smacking lips indicated she was turned on all the way. Pulling her mouth from my pussy, she looked at me.
"You've got a nice box, baby," she winked. Almost overwhelmed over the wild sensations that flooded through my body I laughed and returned the smile. This was the first genuine smile I'd flashed at anyone since I'd come into this hideous nightmare of a whore house.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Linda."
"I'm Susan," she grinned. She was stroking my thighs gently, as she glanced at me again. "I dig you."
"I gathered that," I laughed. "Why do you come here?"
"Because I can't find what I want out there," she said casually.
"I see," I said softly.
"A Lez who digs pain and likes to inflict pain has a hard time finding a lover," she said sadly. "But it's my hang-up and I won't deny myself what I feel I have a right to enjoy."
"You pay ... you pay to have sex with me?"
She nodded. "We aren't supposed to talk to you."
"Why not?"
"It figures," she shrugged. "Nick knows if anybody ever let one of you talk, you might talk your way out."
"Sex without feeling ... this is what makes him feel safe keeping us locked up." I began to understand.
"There's one thing old Nick can't stop though," Susan smiled.
"What's that?"
"Love," she laughed. "Just plain old-fashioned love. People can fall in love, even in a sadist-masochist old whore house like this." Her eyes glowed, her lips curled in laughter, everything told me she'd fallen.
"You can do anything you want to with me," I smiled back.
"I'd love to fuck you," she eyed me lustfully.
"I'd love it too."
She got up and walked to where her leather jacket, slacks and purse lay in a heap. Opening her purse she fumbled around until she found a strange looking contraption. Straps, a buckle and a huge plastic penis. Coming closer I could see it looked like an exact copy of a cock.
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "that's a big one."
"You bet it is," she giggled, "and it gives a great fuck."
Getting down on the mattress, she straddled me. Her penis was strapped in place and she was ready to screw.
"Fuck me," I panted.
"Yes, luv," she breathed heavily as she came closer, thrusting the huge plastic cock up my cunt. Deeper and deeper it bore down. I felt connected to her. We were one. Clutching the plastic penis with my cunt muscles I ground my ass.
Our breasts were pressing on each other. My arms went around her, reaching back to guide her ass as she fucked me.
"Ohhh," I gasped, "I love it. You really know how to fuck. It's beautiful, lover, beautiful."
Calling her lover acted as a catalyst to turn her on full speed ahead. She began kicking my face, kissing my eyelids, thrusting the dildo with new-found pace.
"I love you," she groaned, "I do. Ohhh, give it to me. Fuck, fuck, fuck it."
With her rapid-fire pace, she was swiftly bringing me to climax. Her expert movements, her passionate kisses, her breasts pressing on mine all sent thrilling excitement surging through my body.
As she ground her pelvis against mine I could tell she was coming to climax and so was I.
"Ohhh, baby, fuck it, fuck it," she cried out as she came to orgasm. I matched her, my pussy dripping with cum as she kept on thrusting, faster, faster.
Gripping her pumping buttocks in my hands I felt her every ass movement. I found myself thoroughly enjoying sex with her. New urges for my freedom flashed through me as I realized what a wonderful thing it was to enjoy sex again with someone who wasn't all animal. "Linda, Linda," she panted, "I love you."
"Susan," I smiled, "It was beautiful. I mean it ... beautiful. You've got to get me out of here. You've got to."
"I'll try," she smiled sadly, "but it won't be easy. Nick has projected the fear of death into everyone who works for him. They know double-crossers are paid off in hot lead."
"There must be a way," I said, clasping her close to me and kissing. Soon we were Frenching. Her tongue probing inside my mouth. I felt myself coming again. She was coming too. Her dildo drove into my cunt as she again fucked me. I pushed back.
The fantastic feeling of sex with meaning, sent sexual chills surging through my body. I was totally turned on, wild for love, determined never to settle for anything less than freedom now that life had become bright in this one brilliant moment of sexual explosion I was encountering-and strangely with another woman-my first experience with my own sex.
When we quite kissing and she pulled the dildo out, I begged her once more.
"Promise me, Susan, promise me you'll figure out a way to spring me from this hellhole."
"I promise, love," she said, betraying her sympathy over my plight with a tear streaking down her cheek.
"I know you are going to put your life on the line for me defying Nick, but I'll always love you if...."
Turning back, her eyes moistened, "I can't blame you for saying anything that whizzes across your mind to make me try to help you. But I wish I could believe you really did love me. I haven't found much love in my life ... just sex ... I'm a high-class hooker."
Turning her face back to me, I looked into her eyes. "It isn't just my freedom I want, it's you."
"I believe you," she said softly, "maybe it's just because I want to believe a chick who turns me on is in love with me, but whatever the reason, I will try."
"You will?" I almost screamed. Quickly putting a hand across my mouth, her eyes lit up, "Don't give us away. You must learn to hide anything, everything."
I nodded. She spoke rapidly, tightly. "Nick trusts no one. He knows there is always the possibility somebody will act human. This fear haunts him. So he has people listening. Probably he has the room bugged. So, whisper."
"Susie," I whispered, "try to get me out of here fast. I'm afraid I'll lose my mind. I really am.
"You've made me care again," she said very quietly. "I will get you out of here. It will cost me a lot, and the risks are huge but I will get you free."
Clasping her quickly I drew her close; stroking her hair, I kissed her face, focusing on her lips and pressing hard. The touch of my breasts colliding with hers ignited me again.
"We must part," she insisted, "I've been here too long."
I got up. She looked at me with her deep, penetrating gaze.
"Don't ever underestimate what your freedom can cost me?"
Shaking my head, I tried to tell her with my eyes how much I appreciated her caring. Words were inadequate to the task. Her eyes told me she picked up on my vibrations.
"I must put your wrist locks back on and chain you to the wall," she said firmly.
"I know."
Holding my hands out, she locked the wrist-locks. I walked over to the chains and held my hands up. She locked my wrists in place, and once again I was fastened to the wall.
She dressed, walked over and gently snuggled close to me.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you," I assured her. She then suggested something. "It would be wise to let me whip the cat-and-nine tails a few times and you can fake shrieking. That will make them think everything is normal."
Lashing the cat-and-nine tails against the wall of my dark room, I howled, faking pain and torture. A few cracks of the whip, a few piercing cries and she walked out, leaving me once again alone.
As time went by I was grateful when a man came into the room, and brought a tray of food. He undid my wrist-locks, unfastening the connection to the chain and let me have a nice meal. I was able to use the bathroom adjacent to the room and then he returned me to my cruel torture.
With my hands once again upraised in their locks and chains I felt the aching pain of holding them upright. Finally the pain subsided and a strange euphoric state took over. I seemed numb to any reaction and finally I fell off to sleep.
I knew nothing until what must have been another day. More nourishment arrived and once again I was unlocked and unchained so I could eat my food.
This time I was told, "You must shower and prepare your body for sex. Clean your body well, soaping every crack and crevice of your body."
The marble shower bespoke luxury. Silver fittings and the scent of costly soap were a far-cry from the ugly starkness of my cell-room. When I finished bathing and winding up with a shower, I found all kinds of body powders and colognes waiting for me on the white marble ledge in the bathroom.
Dusting myself with body powder, spraying colognes all over, I went back to the room. Again, I was wrist-locked and chained to the wall. I waited and waited and finally I heard footsteps. The door opened and in walked three husky Negro men. Their huge penises stood out before them.
"Beautiful chick," the first one commented.
"We can have a lot of fun balling her," the other man smiled.
"Let's try to test her reactions first," the third man laughed. He took out a long pin and I pulled away in terror.
"Look at her pull her white ass away from my black prick," he chuckled. "Honey, I'm just going to see if you react to pain like normal people should." He broke up laughing.
He held the long pin up for me to see. Bringing it so close to my eyes I felt terror sear through me at the thought he might try to inject the pin in my face.
Knowing it was only wise to say nothing I deliberately didn't react. He smiled, trying desperately to get some kind of a response.
"Why don't you stick it in her and see if that will make her react?"
"Good idea," the other man grinned. I felt his hand on my buttock. The pin brushed the surface of the skin. Suddenly I felt the pin go into my skin. I had to cry out in pain.
"Ahhh, she feels it, she feels it, just like everybody else, she can feel."
The tears were streaking down my cheeks as he'd pull the pin all the way out and then slowly slide it in.
"Why don't we let her free so we can play some more games?" the second Negro man suggested.
Releasing me from the chains, they undid the wrist-locks. I looked at them. They all looked like husky fighters. I didn't relish the idea of giving them all something in the way of my body for their torture-pleasure syndrome.
"Lie down on the mattress," the grinning black man suggested. I looked between his legs. He caught my glance.
Gripping his huge black tool, he smiled, "You like that, huh?"
I nodded. "Yes, yes, I like it." Then he spit, "You'll get all the big black prick you can take, won't you?"
Seizing their huge black pricks, the other man nodded. "Yeah, you'll get it, up every hole in your body," one of them flashed his white-toothed smile.
I lay down on the mattress and one commanded, "Put your arms up here so I can grab them."
Reaching up I let him pin my arms to the mattress. The other man gripped my ankles. I couldn't imagine why this was necessary until I saw the third black stud walking toward me. He was puffing on a cigarette with an evil smile playing about his lips.
"We going to play games, baby doll," he grinned excitedly. His huge throbbing penis explained just how much he enjoyed sinister little sex games.
Bending over, he looked into my eyes. I shrank back.
He sat down beside me and continued smoking. Puffing the smoke around my face, he moved the lit cigarette toward me. I felt it touch my titties. He quickly moved his hand back and forth, just enough to let me feel its warmth for a frightening second.
"Burn, baby, burn," he smiled, the cigarette was now on my left breast and searing its soft flesh.
"Ohhh, God," I groaned, "stop it, stop it. I can't stand it."
"Oh, yes you can," he grinned. "You gonna stand a lot more than this. Oh, yes."
I cringed, the ugly burning cigarette was burning a hole in my flesh.
"Please, please, I'll do anything for you ... I'll suck your ass ... I'll suck your cock off ... I'll eat it. Anything. You name it, but please stop burning my breast. I can't take it. I'll pass out ... I'll...."
I felt my entire body break out in nervous sweat as the cigarette burned into my breast. I broke into sobs. This only electrified him. His huge black prick got bigger.
"Ohhh, that's a nice white tittie," he grinned.
"Burn the other one too," the man holding my hands suggested. "Make 'em match."
Looking at me, getting his kicks out of my torture, he moved the cigarette to the other breast. It burned into the tender flesh. Again I cut loose with a blood-curdling scream.
"God, stop it ... stop it," I shrieked.
Seeing my body writhing in agony as the cigarette burned into my other tittie, he began stroking.
"Oh, that's nice, real nice," he smiled. I howled in pain. I pleaded, "Kill me, kill me ... I'd rather die than go on like this. I can't stand it ... I can't ... please, please stop torturing me."
My cries only made him quicken his pace as he pulled on his huge black penis.
Lifting the cigarette off at last, he snuffed it out on the floor. Growling, he got up. "Hell, I should have brought the whole damned pack over. This is going to be a lot of fun."
"The hell it is," I snapped. "Someday you bastards are going to get punished for what you're doing. You'll be sorry."
Laughing as he walked back to me, he opened a fresh pack and pulled out another cigarette.
When it was lit, he said, "Haven't they taught you to never resist a lover?"
I nibbled anxiously at my lips, afraid to utter another word for fear it would only intensify his torturous delight.
"You look uncomfortable," he grinned.
Knowing he was tormenting me into responding I didn't give him the satisfaction he desperately sought.
"Oh, I feel fine," I assured him.
"Now, that's more like it, real agreeable." He took a couple puffs, and slowly brought the cigarette back to my body. I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself.
The cigarette closed in on my slit as he smiled smoothly. "Ever smoke a cigarette in your cunt?"
I didn't answer.
"Now, you're doing it, and you're doing a nice job of cunt smoking," he chuckled.
Inserting the cigarette in my cunt, with the burning end inside my pussy he leaned back and again gripped his huge black tool. Stroking it with long, even strokes he reached over and got the matches. Taking his hand off his cock a moment, he lit the other end of the cigarette.
With both ends lit, he returned to jack-offing.
"That's mighty nice smoking, I must say," he smiled. The pain had subsided from the burning end inside me when my juices extinguished it. Now the other lit end was burning toward my pussy hairs.
"Might be a forest fire," he said in mock seriousness, pulling faster on his peter.
"I can't wait to watch it," the man holding my arms pinned down said excitedly.
"Me neither," the third man shot out. "This little fucker is a good torture girl. She knows how to take it."
"They train 'em," the man masturbating his penis explained casually.
As the cigarette burned closer to my slit, he increased his pace. I broke out in another nervous sweat. I could hardly stand the ugly torture of what I had to go through.
"That's it, that's it," he said, "it's there."
Straining my eyes to see what was happening I saw my pubic hairs ignite.
"Hey, there's the forest fire, "he panted excitedly. Now his movements became faster.
"Oh, baby, look at it burn, ohhh," he trembled. Straddling my chest, he rested his firm, round buttocks on my burned breasts. Gripping my head he stabbed my mouth with his huge dick and said, "Suck my cock, suck it off. Come on bitch, suck it."
With my pussy on fire, literally I wanted to cry out in pain. But with his huge, black penis engulfing my mouth I couldn't. Tears sprang from my eyes, streaking down my cheeks as the agony increased.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful. Got a nice hot mouth. Now, eat my black stick and see if I don't shoot white....just like white folk. Eat it, eat black cock, eat it."
Unable to resist in any way, I only hoped and prayed he'd unload his huge penis as swiftly as possible. Perhaps then the fire searing my cunt could be extinguished. His body was pouring sweat. His balls bounced up and down as he rode my titties.
"She's got nice riding titties," he smiled, "Feels good to my ass."
"Suck him off," the man pinning my arms down demanded.
"Eat it, eat it up," he blurted hotly.
Judging from his increased pace I knew he must be near orgasm.
Pain clashed with pleasure as he drove his huge tool down my throat, and my pussy hairs burned.
"Ohhh, that's good. Take it all in. Bet you never had more inches down your throat, cocksucker," he exclaimed. His sexual rapture was total. The torture to my slit, the huge pecker driving down my throat nearly choking me, his heavy ass and swaying balls pressing on my soft breasts all were the things he needed to give him his sex kicks.
"Mmmm, that's it ... suck, suck it, suck it good. Ohhh, ahhh, I'm ... I'm coming. Eat it, eat it up. Ohhh, that's it ... that's it ... eat my dick, eat my black prick. Ohhh."
He drove it down, pumping it with all his manly force, his crotch odors increasing as his body poured sweat, my painful pussy torturing me as the small fire in my loins singed my hairs.
"Ohhh, ahhh, that's it, that's it," he gasped, unloading the last of the hot jissm in his big black balls. I gulped, what seemed like gallons. Slowly sliding it out, he reached back and suffocated the fire at my cunt.
I was almost crazy now. I didn't dream anyone could enjoy inflicting such inhuman torture.
His big black dick dripped cum on my chin as he pulled away from me.
"Ain't that nice?" he asked. "Never got fucked like that before, did you baby?"
"She's a good torture girl," the man holding my arms down grinned. "I know her kind. She enjoys it. They train them to dig cruel sex."
"That's the only way to fuck." The man holding my feet down flashed a fearful grin.
"Fuck it, fuck it," the man at my hands said. "Let's get in there and fuck it."
"Play some more games first," the man who'd shot his load insisted. "We play games cause we pay for it. And old Nick gets plenty of bread."
"Got that punishment strap?" the man at my hands asked.
Knowing it was useless to protest anything I turned over. He brought the thick, leather strap down hard on my buttocks. I cried out, 'Ohhh, no, stop beating me ... can't you kooks ever get your kicks without hurting somebody."
I like that. Listen to her! She's making it exciting."
The man I'd sucked repeated, "They train them. I tell you, it's all an act. They dig pain or they wouldn't work here. But it's just good business to slap that down hard and make us horny studs happy."
Bringing the horrifying leather whip down with another sharp crack I felt myself agonizing under the impact.
"Stop it, stop it," I repeated, trying to see if one flame of feeling flickered in their warped, depraved minds.
The sharp whirring sound prior to impact only made every moment terror-ridden. There was no release from the constant slap of the whip.
"Come on, beat her up nice, let her ass get nice and red so I can suck on it," the third man demanded, stroking his tool in excitement. His animated features showed how turned-on torture got him.
"That's it, torture girl, pull way and make me have to hunt your ass out."
Moving only brought sharper pleasure, more horrifying lashes across my reddening, pain-seared buttocks. I resigned myself to my ugly role as victim in this sex-slave system Nick was operating so well.
"Beautiful," the man whipping me gasped heatedly as he clutched his cock and repeated his tempo.
"Now, it's red and nice," the third man announced triumphantly. The whipping ceased. The two men got down on the mattress and flipped me on my side. One buried his face in my burned pussy, the other got his face in my asshole and began licking all around it. Soon the two tongues were sliding up my holes, one in my cunt, the other in my ass.
"Suck it," the man who had gotten his balls off only moments before insisted as he poked his pecker to my lips.
Reaching out I took his huge penis, letting him drive the giant-size head into my mouth.
"Play with my big black balls," he chuckled. I massaged his large nuts. The men who were stabbing my asshole and my cunt were doing good work. It felt wonderful to have pain vanish as pleasure built in my loins as they energetically flicked their tongues in and out. I felt the long tongue of the man eating my pussy probing higher and higher. Maintaining a stiff tongue, the tongue resembled a penis.
"Suck it off," he said roughly. "Go after the juice," he whispered sexily. "Got a nice load of cream for ya," he laughed. "Real thick and good for you. Penis milk is the best milk and the cream's on top ... so suck it off, baby, suck."
I couldn't help but respond to the insistent tongue in my twat. I gushed as the probing tongue slid around my most intimate areas.
"Good girl," the man driving his dong up me responded, as he observed the man eating my pussy. The ass-sucker kept his tempo up and reached down to stroke his penis while he tongue-fucked my asshole.
"Ohhh," he gasped, pulling his tongue out of my asshole, and flipping over. "Beautiful, beautiful. Nice sucking ass." He just lay there, letting the white cum streak down his hand and he pumped it to get it all out.
The man who had eaten cunt, wanted his dick sucked.
"Pull your black prick out of her and let me get my rocks off," he insisted, his huge penis rigid, anxious and ready in his hot hands.
"Wait," the first man laughed, "I'm taking it out of her mouth slow and easy, so I don't rob her out of the pleasure of my love juice."
"Knock it off," the frustrated man commanded, "My balls are on fire."
"Tell me something new," the man who was sliding his tool out of my mouth chuckled.
He got up and let the other man replace him. He sat down easy on my titties, pulled my head toward his enormous black dong and smiled. "Got a ten-inch joy stick for you, baby," he said, driving his penis down my throat.
My arms reached out to grip his waist. He dug it when I pulled it toward me.
"Ohhh, she wants to eat it," he laughed. "That's real nice ... real nice, suck it, sweetie."
I nibbled lightly around the head of it when he slid his inches out, allowing just the crown of his cock to remain in my mouth.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he patted me.
Letting my lower lip drag over the huge, swollen head as he all but pulled it out, increased the suck sensation. I kept this action up and hoped it would cause him to fuck it off faster. He was so turned on now, that when I massaged his big black balls, he was there.
"Oh, suck, suck, suck it off," he said tightly, his penis driving back and forth.
With one sudden lunge, he came gushing in my mouth. His white hot jissm splashed down my mouth as he grunted, "Oh, baby, suck it, suck it ... suck it off."
I just lay back and relaxed when he pulled his tool out of my mouth, I hoped they would let me be. Hadn't they done enough for one wild, screw session?
"Hey, she ought to eat some nice black ass," the man who hadn't fucked my face suggested. He straddled me and lowered his ass over my face.
"Eat her pussy, while she eats your ass out," the first man who'd had me suggested.
"Mighty fine idea," he chuckled, bending his black body over me as his face went for my crotch. I felt his black ass lower and collide with my face.
"Get your tongue out there and lick around his asshole," the sinister character who'd held my legs down commanded.
Reaching up I held his asshole away from me so I could have some kind of a vantage point to lick.
Sticking my tongue out in a probing thrust I touched it. His ass wiggled. I guess he was enjoying it. Licking all around his asshole I threw every inhibition I'd ever had out the window and suddenly stabbed his black ass with my tongue and tongue-fucked him.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he panted, "She's a good ass-sucker. Keep sucking, honey, keep sucking."
Returning to my cunt, he licked away at my cunt-lips. With a hard thrust, keeping his tongue stiff he lashed around inside my wet box.
It did feel good. It made it easier for me to work on his asshole. I flicked my tongue in and out of his black asshole, also maintaining a stiff tongue.
"Suck it," he cried, pulling away my pussy for a minute. I could tell he was turned on as he drove his ass up and down, up and down.
With no little skill, he gave me a beaut of a cunt licking. His well-versed tongue made all the sucking, stabbing and licking movements that would turn anybody on.
"Ohhh," I groaned, when he nibbled on my erect clit. I gushed, he sucked. Returning to stab his asshole while he went at me, we kept this up until he'd lapped up all my juices.
"Ohhh, baby, baby," he said, pulling away from my pussy. "You got a multiple orgasm cunt!"
"Man, we gotta cut out," the first man announced.
"Get her wrist-locks," the other man said, searching for them himself. He found them on the floor, speedily put them around my wrists, locking them in place. I hated them all. I got up, walked back to my chain spot and lifted my arms.
The chain locks were fastened in place and once again I felt the impact of my horrifying situation. Slapping me on the butt, the first man I'd blown commented, "Thanks for a good time, torture girl, we'll be back."
They all walked out, closing the door carefully.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan kept springing to my mind. I wanted so much to see her again. She had promised she would help. Every time I heard steps coming down the hall I thought of her. Yet every time the door opened it would be someone else.
The sharp click of footsteps again made my heart jump in fresh hope. The door opened. I turned to face Nick. He was standing there in black boots, black leather jacket and absolutely nothing covering his genitals. A cruel smile played about his lips as he looked at me.
I said nothing. He walked over, undid my chains and left my wrist-band secure. I wished I could ask him to take them off but knowing Nick I realized any request would be met with rebuff.
He lifted me up in his strong arms and carried me over to a chair and flung me across it, my bare ass exposed to his full view.
"What a beautiful ass," he smiled. Reaching behind him he picked up a whip and in an instant brought the whip slashing down across my ass. The sting of the pain made me cry out in anguish. This only turned him on all the more.
"Haven't you learned not to cry out?" he demanded. "What have they been teaching you? Do I have to do everything around here?"
With sudden fury he lashed into my bare buttocks bringing the ugly whip down with his hot rage over and over again. When he finished I was limp from exhaustion. He was now fully erect, his huge pecker standing up proudly.
"On your knees," he spit, "on your knees and begin licking my black boots."
I let my body fall off the chair like a slumping sack of potatoes. I glanced up at him, and the view from below his penis showed his eyes eagerly gazing down at me.
"Start licking," he demanded, "You heard me ... lick my boots."
I got down on the floor like an animal and crawled as best I could without my hands free. He seemed delighted to see me suffer. Finally I managed to get my face near his boots.
"Lick them," he demanded, slashing across my bare back with another crack of his whip. "Lick them."
Poking my tongue out and licking as best I could I managed to lick his boots. It repelled me, every ugly moment of it made me want to kill him. With my wrists intact in locks, my body aching from the strain of the chains and now this, I could not resist anything he demanded.
"You should enjoy licking my boots," he smiled. I continued licking away, trying desperately not to turn him off. I knew I had a duty to perform and I wanted to perform it to the best of my ability.
"Taste good, don't they?" he chuckled. "Sure, because I'm wearing them ... because Nick is wearing the boots you enjoy licking them."
I saw him reach for his penis and begin stroking.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he smiled down at me. The awful taste of his black boots made my stomach churn. The humiliation, the sordid ugliness of him stroking his penis and looking down at me sickened me.
"If you're lucky," he chuckled, "I'll let you suck my ass."
I continued licking his boots, hoping he'd let me remain unlucky.
"Suck 'em," he said tightly, reaching for his whip and bringing it down hard across my bare back.
With still more intensity I continued licking his boots all over. He continued stroking until his huge, pulsating penis demanded other sensations.
"That's enough," he smiled, walking over to the mattress. He climbed on it and got on all fours. It was a strange sight to see him in his black leather jacket, his bare ass hanging out, his huge pecker exposed and his black boots on.
"You can suck my ass now," he grinned.
I got on the bed behind him and because I didn't rush to eat his ass I could tell he got irritated.
"Do you need any punishment?" he smiled.
"No," I said, grabbing his firm, round ass cheeks in my hands and forcing my face into line with his asshole.
"Alright, suck it," he snapped.
Poking my tongue out I slid it all around his asshole. I could tell he enjoyed it immensely from the way he wiggled his butt around.
"Ohhh, that feels good," he grunted.
I kept on licking, sucking and pulling his ass cheeks farther apart so I could get my face in there.
"Now, tongue-fuck it," he commanded, "stiffen your tongue and fuck it up there."
Stiffening my tongue I thrust it up his asshole. He trembled in sexual ecstasy when I did this. I knew he was really turned on.
"That's it ... now you're getting it ... beautiful. Faster, do it faster...."
Slipping my tongue in and out of his asshole at a faster pace I kept him turned-on. He was really enjoying himself.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "keep it up ... ohhh, I like it. Fuck it, fuck my asshole."
Holding tightly on his ass-cheeks, I kept the tongue action going at a speeded uptempo. I could see he was going out of his gourd.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he panted. "Ohhh, stop, I'll shoot my gun. Wrap your mouth around my dong and suck it."
Swiftly I took my tongue out of his asshole, and he lay down on the bed. Lifting his legs I crawled between them and swiftly found his cock.
The huge, swollen penis thrilled me as I found myself enjoying my sex-slave status.
"It's a beautiful cock, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes, yes."
"Come on and suck it."
Quickly I put my mouth on his cock, allowing only the huge head to enter. When I'd built up just the right suction I lashed my tongue around the crown of it and slipped my tongue in its slit.
"Beautiful," he groaned, "beautiful. Keep that up."
Letting my lower lip drag as I pulled it very slowly off its head sent sex-charges surging through his body.
"Suck, suck, ohhh, suck it," he begged. I knew it was time to let him ram the thing down my throat and fuck off.
"Ohhh, I dig it, I dig it," he panted. "Fuck, fuck ... ohhh, eat it, eat it up."
He slid it in and out and I massaged his balls while he did it. To add to his pleasure, I slipped one finger up his asshole, guiding his cockthrust.
"Now, you're sucking ... that's the way old Nick likes it," he bubbled. "Keep sucking like that, it won't be long now."
Our piston-pace was building, until I felt that white-hot fluid exploding at the back of my throat.
"Ohhh, ohhh," he cried, holding my head over his huge tool. "Eat it ... eat that dirty dong ... eat it up."
I gobbled his juices down, as he kept pumping his cum down my throat.
"That's a good technique," he complimented as he pulled his still rigid pecker out of my mouth.
I remained silent. He looked at me and winked, "I hope you keep improving because I have some new things in mind for you."
When he'd chained my wrists to the wall he walked out and left me again. Over and over Susan kept flashing in my mind. Her wonderful promise she'd help get me out was the only thread of hope I had.
I couldn't help but wonder what new things Nick had in mind. Whenever he suggested something I got turned off. The following day I didn't have to wonder any longer.
A matronly looking older woman opened the door, stalked over to me and released my wrists from the chain.
"Please, ohhh, please let my wrists go free," I begged. "I'll be obedient. I won't defy any order."
"Put your hands out," she ordered gruffly. I did. She smirked, "In a pig's eye."
She told me to follow her and I did. It was wonderful just to have the freedom to walk down the corridor and I watched to see if I could understand what all was going on. I could hear lashes, and cries of agony as I walked by some doors. It made me feel queasy and strange to listen to them.
"This will be your quarters," she said without expression as she opened a door to a fairly nice room. Then she had me put out my hands. Casually she undid the wrist locks. I looked around the room. It was all white. White sofa, white rugs and white walls and a white bed with white satin sheets.
"I like it here," I told her.
"You won't for long," she smiled, as she closed the door, locking it securely. The first thing I did when she'd left me alone was head straight for the bathroom. I rubbed my wrists and bent over to fill the tub.
I slid into it quickly and just lay back resting. I was enjoying myself when I heard footsteps. In walked a shapely brunette with long, brown hair and big brown eyes.
"Hi," she smiled.
"Hi," I replied.
"I'm Gloria ... what's your name?"
"Linda," I smiled. She looked down at my naked body partially submerged in the bathtub water.
"Can I wash you?" she asked softly.
"Yes, if you want to," I told her. Reaching for the soap I saw her eyes glisten. I could tell my naked body turned her on. She slid the soap around my boobs and then she caressed them.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked anxiously. "No."
Her hands slipped down to my slit. She smiled as she touched me there. I returned her nervous smile.
"It's okay," I grinned. By now the touch of a hand with any kindness, compared to the cruelty I'd been subjected to, seemed tremendous.
She diddled me with her fingers. As her eyes met mine, I felt voluptuous feelings surge through me. Her expert finger movements were bringing me to climax.
"Like that?"
Nodding, I smiled, "Yes, very much."
I felt the warm glow building through my body as I suddenly came. She allowed a small smile of triumph to creep across her face. I saw her face flush as the excitement of having made me cum turned her on.
Getting out of the tub, I dried off and asked her, "Would you like to bathe?"
"Yes," she nodded. Soon, Gloria was standing naked before me. Her smooth-shaven slit, her generous sized breasts and trim body all excited me. Putting my arms around her I kissed her. She kissed me back eagerly.
When she'd finished bathing, she joined me on the white satin-sheeted bed. I turned on some soft music and was relaxing. She offered me a cigarette. I eagerly accepted it. Going without a smoke was second only in suffering to missing out on the booze. She reached in her purse for a small silver flask. I almost grabbed it out of her hands.
"My poor baby," she smiled, "you've been through orientation."
"Orientation?" I snapped, "I've walked through hell."
Eagerly tilting the silver flask, I gulped down the delicious bourbon. A few more drags on the cigarette and I was beginning to feel human again.
"You get used to it," she said casually, "nothing bothers you then."
"Used to what?"
"Hell," she smiled.
"I'll never get used to these sadistic monsters," I assured her, "never!"
"Never say never," she smiled slowly, reaching for the liquor flask, and putting it to her lips and drinking.
"I'm going to escape from here one way or another," I told her frankly. "I'm not going to go on living like this. I'd rather be dead."
"That may be just the choice you have," Gloria said quietly. "Nick is not a nice guy, honey. He plays dirty. He's got everyone afraid of everyone else. Nobody double-crosses him because they know he's got a fresh grave just waiting to accept them when he finds them. And Nick always finds out."
"He's got you brainwashed," I said, lighting another cigarette nervously.
"I've seen too much," she said sadly. "You know we are worth a lot of money to him. Men pay a hell of a price to have the tremendous delight of torturing us."
"I know."
"You're here and I'm here so we can put on some swinging performances. Don't get shook-up at anything that happens."
"I'll try not to," I assured her. Just then the door opened and in walked a couple of husky looking athletic men. For all the world they looked like football players.
"Who are they?" I whispered.
"You recognize them," she whispered back, "they're big-shots, famous fuckers who dig wild sex ... that's all."
"Hi, beautiful," the big blond, husky man smiled, walking over to me and sitting down on the side of the bed.
"Hi, there lover," the curly haired, darker man smiled at Gloria. Reaching for her boobs, he began playing with her.
She looked up at him casually, "How's your pecker holding up or is it?" Glancing down at his cock, in its flaccid state, she reached out and began playing with it, while he massaged her breasts. The blonde man grinned, "Feel of me, too, honey."
I reached out and gripped his penis. Squeezing it, I managed to get him erect in nothing short.
"Like that?" he laughed.
I nodded, "Sure, honey."
Hoping I could induce them to lay off the cruelty phase I tried to get them to get their guns off fast.
"Why don't you suck on the head of it for a minute or two, but don't eat it yet," he demanded.
Bending over I licked the swollen head of his penis. He enjoyed it, I could tell. His body vibrated as I sucked. He was turned on. Gloria sucked the other man's penis. They both pulled away before they shot their loads and they walked over to the side of the room and whispered something.
They went to the closet and when I saw all the crap in the closet I flipped. It was like a torture chamber. Whips, cat-and-nine tails, boots, masks, knives, scissors, razors.
Reaching for the whips and finding some pins they came back to us. I was anxious to see what he was carrying.
I didn't have to remain anxious for long. I saw long needles in their hands.
The blonde fellow grinned like a little kid and smiled, "Now, try sucking my dick."
Bending over I gripped his tool in my hand. Soon his needles went to work. He slid a needle close to my breast and suddenly I felt the terrible pain of it slipping into my tender skin. I pulled my mouth off his cock. He hit me a rough crack on the head with his hand.
"Suck it, damnit."
I returned to his tool, slipping my mouth angrily over its head. He shoved forward, his rigid dick hitting the back of my throat with hard impact. Again, he returned to slipping the needle in and out of my titty.
When he could hear me sob between sucks on his prick, it seemed he would have mercy for a minute. He'd remove the pin. But as soon as my sobs would end, and I'd resume my sucking on his cock, the pin would again slit into my tittie with its painful thrust.
"Damnit, stop it," I cried, "Stop it ... you're hurting me."
He paid no attention.
"Suck, suck, suck it off."
He was hammering it down my throat, poking my titties with the needle, enjoying every sadistic second of my painful ordeal.
"Suck it, suck, ohhh, eat it up. I'm shooting it now baby, I'm creaming. Eat it up ... isn't that good baby, doesn't that taste good?"
I gulped him down, hating every sickening second of it, wishing I could somehow turn him over and stick the damned pins in his ass and watch him howl.
His thick cum shot down my throat, he pushed again, releasing a second shot of the thick stuff.
"Ohhh, you suck nice ... ummm, that's great ... They said you girls knew how to make a man happy ... you sure do, honey, suck it."
I glanced over to see Gloria finishing eating the other man. She hadn't moaned or whimpered like I had. I wondered if she'd become so twisted, so warped in her responses that she actually had enjoyed the awful ordeal.
Slipping her mouth off the wild fucker's cock, she glowed, "Didn't we have a wild time, I loved it." She sighed, her breasts rising and falling.
"Why don't we try something interesting?" the man who'd fucked me suggested.
"We don't even know each other," I interjected.
"We're not supposed to," Gloria explained quickly. "Everybody who comes here wants to remain anonymous."
"Just call me 'wild fuck'," my lover laughed.
"That you are," I nodded, rubbing my sore breasts.
"I'd like you," he explained, "to let me screw your ass while my buddy eats you. Your girlfriend can whip me while I fuck you."
"Oh, gee, let's drink to that," Gloria said, jumping up and running for her flask. She tipped it up.
"Save some for me," her lover insisted, "I'm real thirsty."
"There's more in the closet," she laughed. Going over to the closet she pointed to a row of bottles. "Take your pick."
"This is nice," the other man said, picking up a bottle of gin. After we all had a few belts we were ready to fuck-off.
"You flip your ass over this chair," he ordered, "and I'll get good aim for your ass."
"Figure it out so I can eat her pussy without too much trouble," the other man reminded us.
Gloria ran for the closet and came back grinning, holding the cat and nine tails proudly.
"You should wear boots and a black mask," the blonde man insisted.
"Oh, alright, sure, sure I got that here," Gloria nodded, returning to the closet to find the boots and mask. Coming back to the bed, she sat down, slipped into the boots and put on the mask.
"Wonderful," he said, "Now, you're ready to make it."
He flipped me over the chair, leaving my bare ass exposed to the head of his huge dick. Gloria stood close by, her black mask, her black boots and her cat-and-nine tails posed.
"Get over just a bit," the curly haired fellow requested. I moved my crotch so he could get his face in it.
I felt the blonde man's hands grip me.
"Aren't you going to grease your cock?"
"Why should I?" he chuckled. "More fun driving it up this way. Lots more fun."
I felt the sudden thrust of his penis as it hit my anal ring. With a sudden, hard jab he rammed it up my ass, unmercifully.
"Oh, God," I gasped, "You're splitting me in half."
"I'm just fucking' your ass," he laughed. "Nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Mmmm, mighty nice pussy," the other man said, spreading my crotch and searching my cunt with his tongue. He flipped his tongue up and down my clit with a professional touch.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he sighed, "that's real nice."
Turning to Gloria, "Hey, baby, why aren't you using that cat and nine tails?"
She brought it down with sharp impact. The awful sting of the whip seemed to send the blonde fucker into a frenzy. Apparently he dug being whipped, like all true masochists.
"Keep it up, that's beautiful. My ass loves it," he chuckled.
She repeated her whipping. He drove his dong up my pussy with hard impact. I felt a strange pleasure in this weird three-way fuck with the sadistic whip cracking across my lover's ass.
"Grab my cock with your ass muscles," he panted. "Ohhh, that's nice. That's real nice. Keep fucking back."
Throwing my ass back to meet his cock-thrust, forced the man eating my pussy to clutch at me so I didn't slip out of his grasp.
"Keep it up ... ohhh, that's beautiful, beautiful." His huge penis rode me, the cat-and-nine tails slashing cruelly across his bare buttocks. The pain only increased his passion, intensifying his pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted as he drove in and out. Reaching around he gripped my breasts in his hands and squeezed the nipples. I howled. He laughed.
"Beautiful," he groaned, "beautiful fuck ... hey, buddy, enjoying eating that pussy?"
Slurping, licking his lips the curly headed man gasped, "Best eatin' pussy I ever had."
Gloria came down with the whip, undoubtedly disturbed by this. No doubt she considered her cunt the greatest.
His tempo was building. He drove it with such force I felt sure he must be tearing my asshole. The more she cracked the horrible whip, the harder his huge penis seemed to get and the more violent his thrusts.
"Ohhh, ... I like this, I like this," he panted, pinching my nipples till I cried out in pain. The cat-and-nine tails slapped his ass. He thrust in again, driving deeper.
"Tight ass, ohhh, I love it up the asshole ... loose cunt, they can keep it ... good to suck on ... but no damned good to fuck," he said, ramming it up my ass again.
Suddenly he exploded in my ass. The hot lava of his penis flashed in my asshole as he ground it in again.
"Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck it," he gasped, reaching out and seizing my breasts. "Fuck my cock. Milk it, pump it, squeeze it, lover," he begged as he gripped my breasts and squeezed. I tightened my ass muscles around his dong, Gloria gave him his cat-and-nine tails kicks, slashing again across his bare ass.
I gushed in the curly headed man's mouth. He lapped like a hungry dong.
"Eat me ... eat it up down there," I panted excitedly. This two way connection had been beautiful. For the first time I was totally enjoying sex.
"Ohhh, God," I groaned, what a couple fuckers you guys are. They pulled away from me and I staggered over to the bed and collapsed in a heap.
"I've got a great idea," the blonde man grinned.
"What?" the other guy asked.
"Watching the two chicks eat each other."
"Beautiful," the other guy laughed, "providing we can whip them while they're sucking each other off."
"Right."
Walking to the closet they picked up short handled whips. I felt so exhausted at this point I was not one iota interested in any more sex games. I'd had it.
"Come on, come on," the fellow who'd fucked me insisted, rolling me over roughly.
Gloria crawled next to me. She got her face down even with my cunt and opened my thighs.
"Baby," she whispered, "Time to suck!"
I lifted her leg and put my face in her crotch. Then I felt the lash of the whip, cutting fiercely across my back.
"Oh, hell, stop it," I begged, "I'm damned tired of all this crap ... I mean it ... I'm tired of it."
This only brought a more intense response. The mean whip slashed across my back again, sending searing pain surging through my tormented body.
Quickly I began licking at Gloria's genitals. If eating her cunt could stop this onslaught, it was vital I get busy and eat.
"Suck it," he insisted, closing in to watch me eat her pussy. "Eat that dirty pussy," he chuckled, "eat it."
Gloria was doing her thing in my cunt, and doing it well. Her hot tongue was exploring my cunt and she kept probing around enjoying every sucking second.
Opening her slit with my tongue I slid myself closer and her gash seemed to devour me. My world became her pussy. Licking her erect clit I loved it like a small cock. Nibbling lightly drove her out of her gourd. She wiggled around so much I had to hold her down.
Now the whip cracked around my bare ass. I felt the whirr of the other whip as it slashed across Gloria's body.
"Beautiful," the blonde man gasped, "Watch them pussy-eaters go." Gripping his dick in one hand, he whipped me with the other. Glancing off I could see the other man was stroking his rod too.
"Nice sucking," the curly headed fellow complimented us. "Ohhh, that's nice." He was stroking faster now.
"Suck it up, eat her pussy, eat it, eat it," the blonde man cried out, as he jerked with one hand and slashed across my body as he brought the whip down with the other.
Eagerly I ate her, hoping when we both came this would bring them to climax and the pain would cease. But something funny was happening. The more they cracked the whips the less I was bothered with the annoying pain.
Pleasure was replacing pain and I was enjoying myself.
"Keep it up," he insisted, "keep sucking on her." I kept my sucking going, trying desperately to make her climax. Probing farther inside her hot box with my tongue stretching to the limit I finally felt the juices. She was gushing.
"They're coming," the curly headed man laughed, "they're coming. Beautiful. Keep jerking ... keep it up."
Pulling his pecker faster and faster he was bringing himself to climax. Suddenly I felt the hot spurt of sperm landing on my back. They had made it too. I gushed in Gloria's mouth and she ate me. I loved it. As she smoothly sucked at my pussy, I finished eating hers. As we both pulled away from each other's cunts, she complained, "You shoulda let us eat your love juice."
The creamy white stuff was running down their hands, streaking down their legs.
"Okay, eat it off," the blonde man laughed, coming over to the bed. I began licking along his leg, sucking every beautiful drop of it. Reaching for his penis I licked it off. I even licked his hand.
"Hey, I've got a great idea. You've got such a nice tongue. Why don't you stretch it up my asshole and eat my ass out."
He lifted his legs for me to get down there and suck. I put my face even with his ass.
The other man suggested the same for Gloria.
"Baby, eat my butt," he grinned, lifting his ass up for her. Quickly she crouched beneath his legs.
"Suck it," the blonde man said eagerly. "Get your tongue in there and suck on it."
Licking all around his asshole, I finally stiffened my tongue and slipped it inside his hot ass. At that point of contact he gasped, "Ohhh, that feels good, keep that action up."
I kept my tongue sliding in and out of his asshole, giving him a wild ride on the end of my tongue.
"Ass sucker, suck," he laughed, "Ohhh, I dig it. I dig it. Can't top having your ass eaten."
Gripping his firm, round globes I got my vantage point and gave him a tongue-fuck up his asshole I knew he could never forget.
"That's what I call rimming," he laughed, "Wow! Suck it, suck my asshole ... ohhh, baby, keep it up."
I could tell from the way he wiggled his ass he was having a fantastic time getting his ass sucked.
"Ohhh, baby, my old dong is getting stiff again ... don't let me go off without your mouth glomming on my dick."
Swiftly sliding my tongue out of his slippery asshole I got my mouth around his penis and began sucking.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful," he said, holding my head as he thrust his huge, meaty tool in my mouth.
"Now, you're sucking it just right. Play with the nuts." Gloria and the curly-headed man were going to town with a hot cocksuck too.
"Keep it up ... ohhh, baby," he gasped, "I'm shooting my load."
Hot sperm spurted down my throat as I played with his balls, pulling him closer. Connected with mouth and cock we had become one in savage sex.
"Gobble it, cocksucker, gobble it down ... ohhh, ahhh, I love it, I love it ... eat it up, eat it, eat it up."
His partner finished, "Suck it baby, suck it," he gasped, holding Gloria's head down over his riding dock. "Come on cocksucker, suck it off."
Delighted to eat dick, she sucked it off.
Finishing, we both slowly slid the dicks out of our mouths and lay down on the bed. The two men lay beside us. After a few moments' rest I felt arms circling me. I looked up to see my blonde lover squeezing me close to him. As I groped around my ass, his lips pressed against mine. In a steaming, kissing session our tongues found each other.
He somehow had to combine torture with pleasure. His pinching hands gripped my buttocks. His Frenching was fantastic. Yet the impact of the pinching at my ass was hurting. Suddenly he was tongue-fucking my mouth and I felt his penis harden. Suddenly his hands released their grip on my buttocks and he rolled me over.
Hastily he straddled me, lowering his ass on my chest as he slid his huge penis between my breasts. He enveloped his cock in my titties with massaging hands. My breasts hurt as he continued applying pressure.
"Damnit, you're hurting me," I snapped.
"I hope so," he chuckled. "That's what makes it so much fun ... you should know that."
When he tired of toying with my titties, he slid his huge pecker up to my lips.
"Eat it," he demanded.
Slowly sliding his dong in my mouth I tongued its head. Carefully using all my suck technique on him I kept him panting.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he groaned, "that's real nice."
Soon he was sliding his entire cock down my throat and fucking my face. I was delighted to see how much he enjoyed sex with me. Sort of good for the ego.
"Keep that up," he panted. Eagerly pulling him toward me, I massaged his nuts with one hand, gripped his thrusting ass with the other.
"Suck it," he commanded, "Suck my dick."
In and out his powerful penis pumped as he gave it to me. His smell, his huge tool, his excited fingers running through my hair all intensified the sexual excitement I felt.
"Suck it," he commanded. "Suck my cock off." With piston-paced precision, the huge pecker thrust in and out. Nearly choking on his cock I still let him drive it to me. Not for one moment resenting my sex-slave status, finding it beautiful, I let his cock slide down my throat without any resistance.
"You beautiful cocksucker," he laughed, "Suck it off. I got nine inches of dick down you, baby, and you better suck real hard cause I got a nice load in there for you."
Gulping the thick cum down quickly, he was groaning, "Ahhh, baby, suck it out ... suck it all out." His fingers grating through my scalp stimulated me even more.
"Suck my cock, suck it ... suck it," he panted. I finished him off, finally releasing his penis as I slid off.
"Watch them finish," he said, turning to see Gloria's mouth working over the curly-headed fucker's cock. Gloria always knew her way around cock.
"Why don't you eat her while she's sucking him and I'll eat you at the same time."
I scooted around on the bed and brought my face once more to her sweet snatch. Licking eagerly at her genitals I dipped my tongue in her wick.
Just then I felt the lashing tongue of my lover licking at my genitals. How nice ... eating pussy and having your pussy eaten. He was an expert cunt-lapper. Quickly his tongue slid up and down my clit. Expertly he guided his probing tongue, searching me, lashing me all around with his hot, insistent exploring tongue.
I felt him moving about and I saw him forming a wide circle. Soon I knew why. He wanted me to stroke him while I sucked Gloria's cunt and he was eating my pussy. When the curly-haired man shot his load, it was supposed to be a chain reaction-daisy-chain style.
The warm lashing of his tongue, the delicious taste of Gloria's cunt and the fun of jerking him off at the same time all added up to a new high in sex kicks.
We were building our tempo together. Team-work ... fucking, sucking teamwork was making this all possible.
"Suck, suck, suck it," the curly-haired lover cried as he drove his cock deeper down Gloria's throat. And then he came, grunting, grasping, groaning, "Ohhh, suck it, suck it off ... eat, eat it, baby, eat it."
Eagerly he fed her his dick. Hungrily, greedily she sucked his tool, draining him of all his fluid.
"Ohhh, ahhh, that's it. Ohhh, baby, you're killing me, I love it ... suck it up, eat it, eat it...."
Gloria got so hot, she gushed in my mouth. The taste of her delicious cum triggered my cunt and I came in the blonde man's mouth. His penis was rigid, my pacing increased and soon I felt him groaning.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped. Rushing from Gloria's cunt I eagerly put my mouth over his penis and sucked. Again, he came pouring into my mouth.
"Suck it lover, suck it," he gasped as once again I hungrily sucked on his tremendous tool. Pulling gently on his nuts I sucked smoothly on his dick.
For one wild moment I thought I might be in love. This thought, flashing through my mind, made me stroke his dick as I focused my sucking on its head.
"Ohhh, baby, you put such feeling into it," he panted. "You really turn a guy on. Guess they train you right."
What he didn't know was that it wasn't training. It was instinctive feeling. His beautiful genitals, his fantastic cock which could repeat huge cums made me desire him for more than a one night kinky sex stand.
"Love it," he begged, "Love it."
Lavishing all my love, I sucked to the base of it, and massaged his balls. Even Gloria's skill couldn't surpass what I felt for him. I was falling.
"Honey, get your mouth off it, I gotta cut out," he laughed.
I didn't want to give his cock back to him. Releasing myself from his prick was like dying. Together, his cock, my mouth, I sensed every bit of sensual feeling he was getting. Separated, I was alone ... in danger, in trouble, maybe more pain, chains, wrist-bracelets, whips, ohhh, God, I wanted him to take me with him. I couldn't release his cock.
"Ohhh, baby," he laughed, "you dig my dick, don't you." Finally I pulled away from his peter. He knew I dug him. He knew I wanted out.
Looking into my eyes, he spoke seriously, "Honey, I wish you could suck on my tool every day ... but ... you know, it's impossible."
"I know," I nodded, looking away.
"Hey, quit going soft ... she's just a whore ... a cheap thrill, now get off your ass and let's cut outta here," his buddy insisted.
Without looking back at me, he got up, and walked over to his buddy who stood there with a very disgusted expression on his face.
"You nut," he chuckled. "Don't get taken in by any cheap cunt. We've got enough problems without getting ourselves all fucked up and in more trouble with ole Nick. You know how he feels about his girls! Damn, if he thought for one minute that we even gave a minute to considering lending a hand, he'd have our heads for supper....you know that!"
"Not every cunt that sucks a guy is a 'cheap cunt'. Besides I could dig this chick. I can tell she goes for me in a big way."
As they left the room they didn't look back. They just walked out, leaving me behind with my heart full of hurt. I was feeling crushed. He was someone who had some feeling. He would have helped me; I just couldn't help thinking so. But he was gone and, again, my chances for escape were gone. I tried to hold my breath. They had vanished but the pain in my arms and shoulders was still there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Almost one week elapsed before Gloria and I had any visitors. And then the big invitation came. A Negro girl came in and announced, "Worship services tonight!"
I started to ask her what she was talking about and Gloria took my arm.
"Honey, I'll explain," she smiled. "Worship services refer to our sex worship."
"Sex worship?"
"I can't explain it all," she said nervously. "It's really better if I don't. You'll have a chance to attend tonight."
Gloria insisted I take a long time bathing and preparing for the evening services. I could tell from the way she talked it must be something very important.
When midnight came, she rose from our bed and smiled.
"It's time to go," she grinned, "I'll help you dress." I followed her to the closet. She brought out ropes of pearls and quickly strung one around each of her breasts, letting them act as pearl bra supports. Around her pussy she also hung a pearl affair and then she put on high-top black boots.
"My but you do look great," I laughed.
"I'll help you," she said reaching for more pearl ropes. She hung them around each breast and one around my cunt. I found a pair of black boots that fitted me and put them on. Next she handed me a black silk mask. I put it on.
Glancing in the mirror I could see we made quite an unusual sight. She then took a small black leather whip and handed me one too.
"We're ready when they call for us ... we must wait for them."
I nodded. We didn't have long to wait. The Negro girl came in and informed us, "The Master is waiting."
Walking down the hall I noticed other girls attired in the same unusual costume that we were. We proceeded to the main foyer and then went up a stairway to a candle-lit room. In the room I saw other girls lining up. There were huge cushions and we sat on them. In marched a series of athletic looking young men. They were masked, with only a black leather belt about their waists, black boots and each had his own black leather whip. Soft music was playing on an organ in the corner and I could smell incense.
When the last of the men had come in and seated himself on a pillow I noticed that we were forming a circle around the center where a circular bed had been placed.
Tall candles in four corners provided the only illumination. I waited for the master. The organ was playing an exotic melody, and in the light of the four flickering candles I could see the naked young men's penises rigid and ready. The girls all sat so that their slits were easily available to the view of the young men.
Finally footfalls broke the sound of the organ and in walked a naked figure. He was wearing a large gold medallion, a black belt, boots and carrying a whip. He too was masked. As he came into closer view I recognized Nick.
Turning to Gloria, I whispered, "It's Nick ... I know him ... it's Nick, oh, my God."
"Don't say a word," she warned me. "It could prove very, very dangerous."
I bit my lip nervously, the music was subsiding as Nick seated himself on the large circle bed.
"Good evening," he said smoothly. Everyone bowed. He raised his hand dramatically.
"We are here tonight to worship...."
All eyes focused on him.
"Me," he smiled. Turning around he surveyed the naked men and women in the room. I felt uneasy as his eyes wandered to me.
"You, there," he called out quietly, "You, come over here." I walked over to the bed.
"Worship me," he said, a sadistic smile flashing across his face. "Lick my boots."
I got on my hands and knees, carefully pulling his boot to my mouth.
"Lick it," he commanded, "Damnit, lick my boots."
I stuck my tongue out and began licking his black leather boots. He eagerly went to work with his whip.
"Suck my boots," he chuckled. "You will worship Nick as your God," he said sternly. "As your God...."
Everyone seemed to know to disobey could mean death. Absolute respect was paid to his every word.
Kicking me aside, he got on the bed and slipped a pillow under his ass and lifted his legs.
"Get up here," he snarled. Rubbing my sore jaw, I got to my feet.
"Worship my ass," he smiled in his sinister manner. By now the pain that was flashing through my jaw, and the rage that swept through my being ignited my courage. I would defy this demented debauch.
"You heard me," he growled angrily, "Worship my ass ... my ass ... do you hear? Worship my ass!"
When I stood there, not flinching, not fearing, he nearly went crazy.
"Men, teach her ... teach her it is impossible to defy me ... teach her I am her god ... teach her!"
Suddenly I felt myself being pulled roughly over to the bed. Five sturdy men dumped me before his asshole.
"Suck it," he said savagely, "Worship my ass ... you do not defy Nick ... I am your God ... I will punish you ... men teach her discipline."
Suddenly the terrible lash of five snarling whips cris-crossed my body. I held my hands protectively over my face as they slashed wildly at my bare skin.
"Men, you may teach her ... let her now and forever who is your god ... fuck her, suck her, whip her...."
All at once the five men were upon me. They pulled the pearl bras off my breasts, they reached for the pearls covering my snatch and quickly pulled my boots off. Soon, I lay naked before them....
"Fuck her," he cried. One jabbed his huge tool up my gash, the other drove his dagger up my ass. The third man crowded his crotch over my face and thrust his dick in my mouth. Suddenly I felt my three holes being screwed.
And then the bite of the whip lashing across their butts as they fucked me. I could feel the end of the whips as the men beat each other's bare buttocks as they ground out their fuck.
The man driving his pecker down my throat gripped my head tightly and whispered, "Suck it, baby, suck ... eat my gook, eat it up ... eat it up, baby."
The two men screwing up my cunt and up my ass tried to time the tempo of their thrusts so they could enjoy their screwing session.
"Watch how you drive it," the other one reminded the man fucking my ass. "Not too hard, just so we get our tempo together."
My ass felt like it was tearing apart, my slit was engorged with the huge pecker of the other man who was fucking me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he panted, "Ohhh, baby, I like it, I like it," he groaned.
The whips kept up their cruel lashing, the stinging bite of their impact somehow turning the men into fucking animals, driving up me still harder.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," the man driving in my ass to the hilt panted.
"Clutch it in your cunt," the man screwing my pussy begged.
"Suck it off ... ohhh, baby, suck it, suck it," the third man panted.
Nick was delighted. He watched each man fuck, gripping his penis in his hand and pulling. Jerking his dick, he said, "Go men, go ... fuck her good ... teach her ... teach her...."
Back and forth his hand flashed as he jerked. The men continued thrusting; one up my ass, the other up my slit, the third pumping his penis down my throat.
"Wow!" Nick grunted, as he licked his lips in feverish anxiety as he watched the three men fuck me ... "Ohhh, I'm coming ... I'm coming," he panted. His huge penis shot its load, his hands were gooey with the white, sticky cum.
The men began exploding. First it was the man driving it down my mouth.
"Ohhh, baby, eat it ... eat it up ... Ohhh, I'm shooting it ... eat my balls ... Suck it ... suck it out, suck it all out. Go for the juice baby, eat...."
The man fucking my ass gasped, "Ohhh, I'm shooting. Grab it, grab it with your ass."
Pulling my ass together I ground it out, pumping his juices out of my wild thrust. At the same time I turned on the big prick in my cunt.
His hot juices bathed my cave. I felt glorified. Cum, thick, creamy, hot flashing in my cunt, spurting in my mouth and shooting in my pussy.
"Now, girls, eat her ... eat her pussy, eat her ass out." Two girls came running forward. They crept up quickly, one spreading my ass, the other opening my thighs. Swiftly their tongues found their ways into my warm caves. Slippery, sliding, probing they ate my full load of hot cum.
The men whose cum they were eating, stood over them and their cruel whips bore down on their bodies.
"A beautiful sight," Nick chuckled, watching them eat from my ass and my slit. "Beautiful!"
The music seemed to match the weird sex acts he was directing. And then he told them. "Get off her ... now, she is my sex slave. She has learned her lesson, learned it well. She can suck my ass out now."
The girls did something I didn't believe possible. Their cheeks were puffed. They were holding the sperm in their mouths. They both lined up to get their faces close to his asshole.
Spreading his cheeks, he laughed, "Suck it and put it up there."
The girls shot the sperm from their mouths into his asshole. Only now did I realize the degree of humiliation I must suffer because of my sex-slave status.
Once they'd both spit the sperm into his open ass, I was beaten down to where I must suck it out.
"Kill me," I cried, "Kill me now ... I won't do it." Suddenly the men were near me. Lighting cigarettes, they turned to press them to my body.
I felt the terrible tingle of their burning ends as I stood, terrified, burning pain flashing through my body.
"Stop it, ohhh, stop it," I pleaded.
My pleas meant nothing to them.
"Eat my ass," Nick smiled, "Worship your master."
I dropped to my knees in defeat. The cigarette burning was over. The crack of the lash urged me on. Spreading his cheeks, I licked around his asshole with my tongue.
"Stop the damned licking," he complained, "I want you to eat my ass out, lick the tasty sperms."
Summoning all my guts, I poked my tongue up his vile asshole and sucked. The sperms poured into my mouth. He was vibrating with passionate frenzy.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful, that's beautiful," he gasped. "Suck it out ... suck my ass out ... ohhh, I like it, I like it."
Eagerly he went for my ass, his whip cracking over me as I continued sucking his ass. With my own ass burning from the vicious sting of his whip, my mouth nearly vomiting up the cum he demanded I devour I figured I'd arrived in hell.
"Suck it out ... suck it damnit, there's some in there, you haven't eat it all out, now eat it ... eat my ass out." Again, his whip cracked across my ass.
I opened his ass cheeks again, pressing my face tighter to his buttocks and finished sucking all the sperms out.
I figured he might give me a moment's peace when I'd finished off his ass. I was wrong.
"Worship my cock," he demanded roughly. "Worship it." I reached for his dick and licked its length, capping its swollen crown with my mouth.
Trying to summon all the technique I'd ever learned I continued sucking.
"Suck it," he demanded, "Suck my cock ... suck it." I thrilled to the wild sound of the men around me commanding the girls to suck them off. He, apparently, set the scene in motion.
"Suck, suck, suck cock," I heard the men roughly tell the girls, all the time slapping the whips across their bodies.
"Worship it," he gasped, "Worship my penis. Worship it." His fingernails crawled wildly across my back. I felt the blood trickle down my back as he pumped his penis into me wildly.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped. "Worship my cum, suck it, eat it, devour it ... I, Nick ... I am your God, you, you little bitch ... you are my sex slave."
I sucked on his thrusting tool, devouring every bit of his huge penis as he pushed it to me.
"Suck, suck, suck it off," he demanded. The hot sperms sickened me. Again, I wanted to vomit.
"Worship it, worship it," he cried out.
When I'd finished him off, I pulled my mouth off his huge tool and watched the other men finish shooting their loads down the girls' throats.
Roughly, Nick pushed me aside. I got up, filled with newfound horror, tortured with embarrassment, shame, humiliation. Returning to my pillow beside Gloria, she reached out and tapped me gently.
Nick was smoking now. He laughed, "It is important to always remember who is your god...."
The music played again, I became aware of the incense and then he told me, "Get up ... Linda ... you must learn obedience."
"Men, Linda will lick your ass out ... line up."
The men surrounded his bed, they bent over, Gloria nudged me, and whispered, "You must ... you must do it."
From the fearful insistence in her tone I knew I should not try to find out what would happen if I disobeyed. This was the utmost degradation and I knew it.
I walked forward and bent over and began sucking on the first man's asshole. I thought I couldn't do it as I saw the line reaching around his circle bed in an arc of asses.
"My, she's learning fast," Nick laughed.
"Stick your tongue way up there and suck on it," he insisted. I poked my tongue in farther.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he said, "Keep up the tongue-action, I'll jerk while you suck ass."
Taking his huge dick in his hand he began jerking.
"Suck it, ohhh, suck, suck, suck it," he panted, his hand moving faster.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he said, pumping faster. His cum splashed all over his hand. Pulling my tongue out of his asshole I proceeded to the next man.
"I have found," Nick glowed, "nothing, but nothing teaches obedience better than ass-sucking."
"Suck my ass," the hairy man turned around to tell me. His body was so hairy I wondered if he'd have hair in his ass. He didn't. Swiftly sliding my tongue up his ass I kept my tongue stiff and tongue-fucked him.
He pulled his pecker up and down and began jerking. "Ohhh, that's good," he sighed, "keep sucking."
"Maybe we could help her with the pin treatment," Nick suggested smoothly.
The man who'd had his ass eaten and jerked off volunteered, "I'll give her the pin treatment."
"Beautiful," Nick congratulated him, handing him something. With a pin in each hand, he quickly put the pins in and out of my ass while I sucked on the man's ass.
"Oh, God, that hurts," I groaned.
"Get your mouth back on my ass," the hairy man complained, "I'm almost there and you take your damned sucking mouth away. Get back there and suck it."
Swiftly getting my mouth back on his ass I sucked away.
"Ohhh, that's nice, that's nice," he said, when I slid my tongue back. It was terrible to feel the ugly pin prick of pain and have to devour ass at the same time. Nick knew his way around the torture route.
Finally the man came. "I'm there ... ohhh, keep it up, keep licking." I kept licking his ass until I felt him finish shooting his wad.
The pin pricks stopped for a second. I switched to the next ass. It was a big black man, looked big enough to be a boxer. Flashing his white-toothed smile, his eyes ablaze, he asked, "Could you suck my ass out?"
"Yes, yes," I assured him, spreading his shiny black ass. It was smooth and firm. Gripping it, I shot my tongue up it and as soon as I did that, the pin treatment started all over again. The black man grabbed his cock and began jerking.
"That's nice," he panted, "just eat that black ass, baby, eat it."
The horrible pain of the pins continued. I could not object to anything. Truly I was a sex-slave. I was a torture girl. Reduced to sucking ass, kinky men, lining up.
"Suck it," he said, pulling harder on his huge black dong. The explosion came, "Ohhh, baby, keep that tongue-action up. Keep it up."
When I'd gone through the daisy-chain, sucked every asshole, endured all the painful pin pricks in my ass, Nick let me be. I picked myself up and walked back to sit beside Gloria.
The music played, candles flickering, incense burning with Nick's smooth voice. "You have worshipped your master. Return to your rooms. Remember what you have seen."
All of the girls got up and turned around and began filing out. I followed Gloria's lead. I had lost all my pearls, only my black boots remained and I held onto my small black leather whip.
When I got back to the room, I fell in a heap on the bed. Gloria tried to console me, "Once you get used to it, it won't seem so bad. Turning to her, I wept, "Oh, baby, they've brainwashed you. This is always bad. Don't you understand. They've won when you accept your status as a sex slave...."
"It is much wiser not to cross Nick," Gloria said softly, as she paced the floor.
The sudden impact of what she meant sent a cold chill through my body. Our eyes locked. The understanding flashed between us. She smiled slowly, "You know, darling, what I mean, don't you?" Grimly, I nodded.
Nick would stop at nothing to do as he pleased. His whole idea of living big was to play god. I hated him. I well knew he was a tin god, a god in his own mind and in the minds of those he could trick, brainwash, and beat down. Apparently he had overpowered the minds of enough men and women to live in sexual luxury and decadence. Any act that crept into his twisted mind was not too warped for us to perform. I hated him, hated him with a vengeance, but I didn't know how to fight him.
"He's getting you ready for the really big-time sex games," Gloria informed me casually.
"Big-time sex games?"
"Yes," she nodded, "There are men who are very warped. They have a taste for weirdo sex."
"How weirdo?"
"I can't tell you now. You've been through enough tonight. It's nearly morning. The sun is rising."
"I must know."
"You will know."
"When?"
"You will know when Nick wants to tell you," she said. "It would be very unwise for me to talk."
Looking around the room I searched for bugging devices. Again, my eyes met Gloria's gaze. She smiled at me.
"Yes," I nodded, "I dig you."
"Good."
We walked into the rest room and Gloria put her arms around me and kissed me.
"You want to suck me?"
"Yes, I'm hot for your cunt. I know how to use my tongue down there. I'll help you forget all the hell you've been through tonight."
I glanced away.
"I won't touch you if you don't want it," she said quietly. Putting my arms around her, I assured her, "It's okay."
"You mean it?" she asked, a happy smile sweeping across her eager face.
"Yes, yes, I mean it. I want you to be my friend. I need a friend."
She dropped to her knees. As her lips touched my slit I felt the ugliness of what had happened fade away. She touched my slit with her tongue. Suddenly she slipped it inside my box and worked it up and down my rigid clit.
Holding her head, gently, I passionately cried out, "Ohhh, baby, love me ... love me ... I need it ... I need it bad."
Her great tongue worked around inside me, sending powerful vibrations through my body to the point where I shook with sexual ecstasy.
I knew we needed to lie down on the bed.
"Baby, let's do it on the bed," I sighed. With one more stabbing movement with her tongue, she pulled it out, licking my cunt lips gently.
"Yes, luv, yes," she sighed excitedly.
When she rose before me, her great breasts pushed against mine. She smiled, "Oh, baby, I love it."
The feel of our soft flesh pressing against each other was a lot of fun.
"Come on," I said, pulling her to the bed.
I crawled on the bed, spread, and she got down there and again returned to licking my slit.
"You like it?"
Her head bobbed and she continued sucking. No doubt about it, Gloria loved to eat pussy.
"Eat it, eat it, eat my cunt," I begged her.
Dirty talk turned her on. She forced her face to my slit, and stabbing my slit with her tongue eagerly ate me.
"Suck, suck my cunt."
Her hands stroked my inner thighs, her mouth pressed tight to my pussy lips, her tongue did its thing in my box.
"Ohhh, I love it, I love it, Gloria," I panted, "I'm on fire, baby, suck it, put my fire out."
Her perfect tongue action, licking up and down my clit, sucking on it, nibbling, lashing around my cave all had me in a world of sexual ecstasy.
"Suck, suck it good."
I was gushing, Gloria was sucking.
My body writhed, she held me as she continued eating away at my pussy.
"Ohhh, I love you, I love you," I moaned. This drove her wild. She sucked magnificently, running a finger up my asshole and guiding my pelvic thrusts.
"Eat it all, eat it all up," I begged as her tongue lapped away and she devoured me.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gloria had been gone for some time and again I was alone. I began thinking of Susan. She had promised she would get me out of here. How I wished she would keep her word. I'd worship her, love her for the rest of my life if she would only spring me out of Nick's seething hell hole. The door opened and a sturdy young man walked toward me. He was dressed in black boots, long black leather cling pants and wore no shirt. His muscular chest revealed much strength. I was almost turned on as he smiled beneath his black mask.
"Good evening," he began.
"Good evening." I allowed a small smile. Pulling out his penis, I saw it was in a flaccid state. He ordered me to turn around and bend over.
I did as I was told. I hated what he was about to do, yet I loved the idea of this strong man whipping my ass. I glanced at his tightly woven leather riding crop. He saw my glance and ordered me to turn around. I obeyed. Bending over, I didn't have long to wait for the hot pain to cut across my bare buttocks. I winced.
The second blow hit me again, his warming up exercises were working well. From this position I could see his huge penis becoming rigid.
"You like it don't you torture girl," he chuckled. Again and again he repeated his whip lashings until my skin burned with pain.
Dropping the riding crop, he walked over and ran his hand over my ass. Looking up I could see he was really hung, his huge pecker was pointing at my ass.
"Spread," he said firmly. I spread my legs and the sudden jab of his huge penis plunging up my asshole nearly made me flip.
"Oh, my God," I groaned, "can't you lubricate my ass?"
"Don't talk," he said, driving his huge cock swiftly in and out my asshole. Reaching around he diddled me for a moment and then I felt his hands slapping my ass. The slaps on the sensitive, whip-burned buttocks was something else.
"Ohhh, God," I groaned.
"Fuck it back to me," he commanded, "I like it when that ass is thrust back."
Glancing in the mirror I saw him clad in his black leather pants, black boots and bare chested, his huge penis sliding in and out of my ass as his balls jiggled up and down. He was slapping me like a fucking animal he was riding.
"Fuck it," he commanded, "Fuck it," and reaching for his riding crop, he lifted it up and brought it down hard on my ass. Slipping his dick in and out, and whacking my ass at the same time turned him on.
"Ride a good ass," he chuckled, "Ride it." Thrusting with all his might, he shoved it so far up my asshole I thought he'd tear me.
Again, he slapped across my ass, ramming his dick up it with all his force.
"Ohhh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming," he panted, driving it in to the hilt and slapping with his hands on my ass. Pulling it out, he sat down and looked at me.
"You like it when I'm mean to you, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Can I eat you?"
"I like being eaten," I assured him. I lay down on the bed, turning over invitingly. He got on the bed and his hands gently caressed the inflamed flesh of my ass.
"Turn over so I can turn on," he whispered.
Turning over I watched him bury his face in my crotch. Caressing the soft inner sides of my thighs his tongue moved freely up and down my slit.
Pushing his fingers into my vagina, he spread me with another finger. He stopped. He began again. He did it one more time and then suddenly shoved his thumb into my anus. I groaned, he smiled.
At the moment I let out a blood-curdling scream, he got so worked up he shoved his tongue inside my cunt and began licking all around inside.
"You like it, huh?" he chuckled.
"Yes, yes, eat me," I begged him. Returning to my box, he licked savagely, biting into my love button till I cried out in pain.
"You're hurting me."
He didn't answer, his teeth bit down hard. He was like a crazed animal, trying to devour my genitals. I writhed, twisting and turning my pussy away from his painful mouth. He held me tight, continuing his tormenting biting. Then a strange thing happened. The pain ceased, the pleasure began. It was gradual at first but as he licked, nibbled and bit at my genitals like a crazed sex beast I found myself enjoying it. All at once I gushed. Eagerly he sucked on me.
"Eat me, eat my cunt," I groaned. "Eat it up." Lapping it up, like a hungry dog, he finished me off. I was exhausted now. I fell back on the bed.
He was horny. He straddled my body, sitting down on me, as he slipped off the black leather pants.
"Suck my ass," he ordered, holding the leather riding crop in his hand. I reached up to grip his ass which he was lowering directly into my face.
"Suck it," he demanded, "Suck it." Sticking my tongue out, I licked around his asshole. He grunted, "That's real nice ass-sucking ... keep it up."
I licked away, poking my tongue up his asshole and tongue-fucking him.
"Ohhh, keep that action up. Get it way up there. Beautiful. Suck, suck, suck it."
Soon he pulled his ass away and turned around to shove his huge tool in my mouth.
"Eat it," he commanded. While I sucked him, he reached around to grip my breasts. He pinched them together, squeezing them excitedly.
"Suck it, suck it off," he urged me. "That's it ... suck it off...."
The awful pinching of my titties made the tears come to my eyes. As he spotted them, he got more excited.
"Suck my dirty cock, you cocksucker," he said, with anger flashing across his face as he brutally squeezed my breasts. Ramming it down my throat unmercifully, he gasped, "Suck, suck, suck it off."
Suddenly he exploded, sending his creamy white cum shooting down my throat. He squeezed very hard now on both nipples as he drove it in, unloading all his hot jissm.
He released them as he pulled his pecker out. Getting up, he didn't even look back. He slid into his black leather pants, picked up the riding crop, put on the boots and walked out. I felt like a used fucking machine.
A few moments later, Gloria walked in. I was glad to see her. She was wearing her black lace panties and bra and looked particularly luscious.
"You have a nice time?"
"A sex monster," I smiled.
"A very rich one," she grinned, "worth about twenty million."
"That much?"
"Yes."
"He will use you later."
"You think so?"
"Yes, I know so. He has his own routine. When a new girl comes here, he likes to whip her and then he makes you suck his ass out, and eat his big prick ... right?"
"You've been through it," I laughed.
"Yes, but that's the nice part."
"What's the bad part?"
"It would be better if I didn't tell you," she said, coming closer and putting her arms around me.
"Why don't we lie down?"
"Sure, honey," she said, walking with me to the bed. I was still bare naked and she was admiring my exposed breasts. Once on the bed she began licking them. She applied her full mouth to them and sucked beautifully.
Once again I realized only a woman could properly love another woman. The tenderness, the gentleness that brute men dug so little was always there with a woman.
The door opened, disturbing our pleasant interlude. "Time for you to take care of him," a young Mexican boy smiled.
"Go along, dear," she whispered, "don't let anything upset you." The frown on her face indicated she was upset, which in turn upset me. I followed the young Mexican boy down the long corridor and then around the corner and down the steps to the basement.
He opened another door and the place was so dark I nearly stumbled.
"Follow me," he said, beaming a small pencil flashlight on the floor. He came to a sudden stop and I saw something so strange I couldn't begin to understand it.
"What's that?" I asked, looking at a goose's head sticking through a plywood wall.
"This is your sex activity," he smiled.
"Sex activity?"
"Why yes," he chuckled, "haven't you ever heard of fucking a goose?"
"Yes, I have," I nodded, "but why is this wall here, why is the goose's neck sticking through it."
"Oh, that's easy to explain," he said casually. "The man stands on the other side of the wall and grips the goose. He holds it while he rams his dick up the goose. You then twist the neck of the goose while he fucks it."
"I can't figure that out."
"You will," he winked, "the object is to wring the goose's neck till it's dead. While it's fighting for its life it will squirm and twist and give the man a wild fuck like he never got before."
"Oh, my God, that's sick," I stammered. "You're in a sick world," the young kid smiled.
"But ... but I've got to kill the goose."
He walked away, leaving me behind.
"I won't do it," I gasped aloud.
"Oh, yes you will," I heard a voice say. Turning I saw the man who'd just finished forcing me to eat his ass, suck his cock off and sodomized me. He stood there with his impressive black leather pants, black boots, black mask and bare chest.
Defiantly I snapped, "I'm not going through with this."
"Yes, you will," he said, snapping the whip as a strange smile played about his lips.
Coming closer I crouched.
"You'll do it," he demanded, bringing the whip down across my back with its cruel bite.
"I won't," I sobbed, "I'll never do that ... never ... never...."
He repeated his whip-thrust.
"You'll do as I tell you," he said coldly. The whip lashed again, across my back. I fell to the floor, moaning as the blood ran down my back.
"Now, will you listen to me?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do anything. Quit hitting me ... stop it ... oh, stop it," I begged. The ugly sting of his vicious whip still burned across my back.
"I like to fuck animals," he said crossly. "The goose is a beautiful fuck. Don't you deny me my sex."
"No," I shook my head, "I won't deny you your sex."
"It's important you twist its neck like this," he said, illustrating by reaching around and gripping the bird's neck. I hated to bring pain to any creature, I hated him for what he was doing to the goose, for what he was making me do.
"It is essential you kill the goose," he said with a strange gleam flashing in his eyes. "Only when the goose fights for its life do I enjoy fucking. It is then it churns its body, fighting for survival. I grab its wings and hold on tight and fuck it. You keep twisting its neck. I will guide you," he smiled.
Walking away from me he went to the opposite side of the plyboard and I knew he was gripping the goose and starting to fuck it.
"Get your hands on its neck," he demanded.
Hesitantly I reached out with one hand, the goose churned. He must have known exactly what was happening, for he instantly called out, "Put both hands around its neck and twist."
Placing both hands around the goose's neck I began twisting.
"Now, you're doing it," he called out. "Keep twisting. Ohhh, that's it ... that's beautiful. The goose is fighting me now. I love it. Ohhh, fuck it, fuck it ... ohhh, that's beautiful. This is really screwing. I love it ... ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck it."
The animal kept struggling, the fucking continued. I kept twisting. I felt my body tremble. I wanted to cry out, my stomach was churning.
"Ohhh, that's a great fuck ... it's struggling now ... Oh, fuck, fuck fuck it." I kept twisting.
"Faster, faster, twist its neck off ... kill, kill, kill it ... ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck ... ahhh, ohhh, I'm coming, kill it ... keep twisting, I'm coming."
Looking down at my hands, I saw the goose's limp neck. It was dead. Blood was pouring on my hands. I cried out, "Oh, God, I killed it ... forgive me, forgive me."
He came over to me quickly.
"I am your lord and master, don't you mock me?" The huge penis was dripping with cum. He demanded, "Drop to your knees and lick my cock clean."
I fell before him, and reaching up gripped his huge tool. He glared angrily down at me. "Lick it, dick licker!"
I put my tongue out and tasted its head.
"Suck it all in," he insisted. Wrapping my mouth around his penis I sucked his huge cock. He gripped my head, running his fingernails through my head.
"Suck it all out," he panted, "Eat it up ... eat it up."
I gobbled his hot juices down.
"Lick my boots," he demanded. Pulling away from his penis I bent over and licked at his boots.
Taking the riding crop in his hand, he lashed it across my back.
"You're doing a nice job," he smiled.
Again, he slashed across my back. The more he tormented me, the more I despised him. I realized his money had been spent in devising new forms of decadent sex, and I loathed him.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, grinning knowingly.
"Yes," I said tightly.
"Good," he said, "I'll have to use your services again."
He strode away from me in his black boots like he was a baron or some kind of royalty. I looked after him in hot contempt. A moment later, the Mexican boy returned.
"I'll have sex with you," I told him, "I'll do anything you want me to if you'll just help me out of here."
"Kind lady, keep your precious cunt, I'm gay," he grinned.
"You good for nothing queer," I gasped, realizing that I had nothing to offer him that he might want.
Bringing his fist swiftly to my jaw, he punched me, knocking me off my feet. "I'm gay all right ... sadistic GAY! Get it? Now get up and follow me."
Rubbing my face where he had struck me, I nodded with obedience and followed him back to my room. I don't remember much after that. My senses had left me. But I do recall that while we walked back to the room, the Mexican kicked me several times and slapped me across my breast. He may have been gay, but he certainly was sadistic.
CHAPTER SIX
When I got back to my senses, Gloria was kissing me. I was numb, in shock.
"What happened, luv?" she asked softly. "They treat you awful ... oh, baby, I'm so sorry."
"I killed something," I told her.
"I know. I know what you have to do around here. Those goddam goose-fuckers. It's the only way they get theirs I guess. It's sickening, disgusting."
"Can't you get us out of here?" I moaned.
Gloria shook her head. "No, baby, we're here and you might as well face it. Nick ain't gonna let any chick ever get out of here alive. He knows what would happen to him if a girl squealed."
"They'd put the monster behind bars where he belongs," I snapped.
"Isn't it a funny thing?" she laughed. "All these men who could have the cutest chicks do anything they want ... but they have to get turned on with hurting people or having us hurt them."
"Some men like women hurting them?"
"Oh, yes, almost half the men who come here want us to torture them."
"I'd love my chance at one of the bastards," I said angrily. "Just let me at one of them."
"Don't be bitter, luv," Gloria laughed, "Nick knows how you feel. He's waiting till you're plenty fed up with the fuckers. Then he'll turn you loose with a whip in your hand and damnit, I'll just bet you'll crack a mean whip."
"You're damned right I will."
"Here's something to drink," she said, handing me a glass. "It'll do you good."
I gulped it down. "Another."
"Don't turn into an alcoholic," Gloria laughed.
"What difference does it make? I'm lucky when I can't think straight. If my brain is blurred maybe it'll take the edge off the horror of this sick-sex palace."
"Beautiful," Gloria chuckled, "sounds like a movie title. Sick Sex Palace, starring the Whippets, the loveliest sadistic chicks in town."
"Knock it off," I told her. "It isn't funny, it's sick, sick, sucking sick."
I passed out after that and I was thankful I could forget in sleep the ugliness of wringing the goose's neck to death.
"Wake up, wake up," Gloria shook me.
"Where am I? Oh, God, I'm here."
"Yes, and we've got things to do. Nick has notified us we must watch our weight. He says he'd had some complaints that some of his chicks are over-weight."
"Well, isn't that just too damned bad."
"You bet your sweet ass it is," I heard a masculine voice behind me interject.
Turning, I saw Nick. He looked at me coolly with his stony, hard stare.
"You've been difficult lately," he smiled.
"I hate you."
"Oh, I know that. You're trying to work against me all the time."
"You got the place bugged?"
He nodded, smiling.
"You're getting fat," he snarled. Walking over to me, he slapped my ass with his rough hand, "Here, honey ... take it off, and here too," he grinned, tapping my stomach.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
"If you don't get your body back in shape, you will be sorry, I can assure you."
"Nick is only trying to help you," Gloria said sternly.
I nodded, he smiled.
He walked out briskly, not even glancing back and when he was gone I felt even more imprisoned. Every word I uttered was checked. Bugging my room made me despise him.
I joined Gloria in the gym. First, we took the steam room, then the sauna followed by a brisk massage.
"You've lost some weight already," Gloria observed, eyeing me carefully.
"I hope so," I nodded, "I'd hate to see Nick lose money because I was overweight."
"It isn't wise to be so sarcastic."
"Maybe I don't care."
"Maybe you should."
"Maybe."
We went back to our room and I lay down. A delicious non-fat dinner appeared. A thick, juicy steak, tomato and a small green salad. I enjoyed the food after the workout. I lay back and was just falling asleep when the Mexican houseboy reappeared.
"Nick wants you to put on your black boots, black bra, black mask and bring your riding whips. Also, the dildo with the straps. You don't have to cover your pussy," he smiled.
"Thanks," I grinned, "Would you like to eat me?"
He put his hand to his stomach, feigning a vomiting attack and picked up our tray and left.
"Nice kid," I shrugged.
"Real nice," Gloria smirked, looking for the dildoes. I found my boots and slipped into them, put the black bra on, and hunted for my black mask.
"Oh, here they are," Gloria cried triumphantly, holding the dildoes up with the straps. "How silly of me to misplace them. We need them all the time. I must keep them out."
"A real nice decoration," I laughed.
She nodded, "I know what you mean. Honey, you've got a Puritan mind. There's nothing nasty about a dildo ... it's just a remarkable replica of the real thing ... a big old prick ... it's beautiful."
"Yeah, turn it upside down, put black dirt in it and plant flowers ... real nice."
When I had strapped my dildo on, I looked in the mirror. Some sight. Bare skin, black mask, black boots, and huge dildo. My boobs looked good in tight-fitting bra. We carried our riding whips and walked down the hall. Four other girls were walking ahead of us.
Manuel, the Mexican boy was leading them. He walked upstairs to the second floor, turned to the right and at the last room at the far end of the hall opened it.
Inside it was very dark. Piped-in music was playing a weirdo African voodoo-type music. Tall tapers in the far corner provided the only illumination.
"What's that?" I asked Gloria.
"Ssh," she shushed me. "That's our customer."
The girls were forming a line. Six of us formed a half circle around him. One Amazon blonde stepped forward. She looked eerie with her mask, boots, whip, and dildo, her blonde titties oozing out of their bra container.
"You will learn obedience," she declared dramatically, moving closer to the man who was hanging by his arms, his legs spread, his body bare ass naked.
Cracking the whip, the man cried out, "Ohhh, don't whip me, please don't whip me."
The girl's jaw dropped as she cried out, "Take this and more you dirty sonofabitch." The whip again lashed across his bare back. He cried out for her to stop, bowing his head and sobbing in an awful voice.
"This is horrible," I whispered to Gloria. "Do I have to go through with it?"
"Of course you do. He's paying a fortune for this performance. He digs being hurt. It's the only way he can come."
The next girl stepped forward, a mean smile forming on her face. "Come on you motherfucker, see if you can take it without a sound."
In the stillness her whip, lashing across his bare buttocks, brought a terrible cry from the man.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful, that's beautiful," the girl gasped excitedly. "Come on, you dirty cunt eater, see if you can take it without a sound."
Again, the whip snapped across his back. This time he managed to remain silent. His body vibrated, the sweat rolled down his back.
The next girl marched forward, repeating the action. Then it was Gloria's turn. She really lit into him. He couldn't keep quiet. He begged for mercy. She paid no attention to his pleas but lashed him over and over.
The girls smiled their approval as she got back in line. Then it was my turn. I stepped forward. As I did, instant revulsion swept through me. The man was sobbing silently, his body wracked with pain, his back bleeding.
I lifted the riding whip and brought it down hard. "Ohhh, God," he groaned. I refused to listen to his pitiful whimpering. I was here to make him suffer.
"Keep your goddam mouth shut, you dirty cunt licker," I gasped. Glancing off I saw Gloria nodding her cool approval. I was developing into an accomplished sadist. Over and over I brought the whip down on his bare body, focusing on his tender buttocks.
When I'd finished, two more girls took him on. After they were through I saw why we had the dildoes on. The first girl, a beautiful, tall blonde stepped forward. Standing behind him, she parted his ass-cheeks and thrust her dildo up his ass.
"Ohhh, ohhh, you're killing me, you're killing," he panted, as she fucked him.
Reaching around she stroked his penis while she fucked him. She kept grinding her ass until she gushed. The cum trickled down her slit and down her leg.
It was time for the next girl to try her dildo. She stepped forward proudly, holding her dildo in both hands.
"Come on you mother," she said roughly, "give me a good fuck. Nine inches up your ass, how does that sound?"
She gripped his buttocks roughly, driving the dildo up it and continuing her screw.
"Fuck it, damnit, fuck it," she gasped as she drove it up his asshole.
Watching closely I saw when she came. Pulling it out, she motioned for the next girl. And then Gloria did it to him. Gloria dug cruelty. She scratched his back till it bled while she screwed him. He carried on like she'd killed him. Wildly begging for her to stop, she ignored his pleas.
"Give me a good fuck, you dirty sonofabitch," she panted, grinding it up there. When she came, she was breathing hard. "Ohhh, ohhh, God, that was great, great," she gasped.
Finally it was over. The thrusting tool had done its thing. Pulling it out, she motioned for me and I quickly walked over to his waiting asshole.
Putting my hands firmly on his round globes, I parted his cheeks so I could gain entrance. With one mighty shove I drove the dildo up. Cum-slickened ass made it easy.
"Grind your ass," I commanded, reaching around to play with his balls and stroke his cock. I was digging this sex. Maybe I was a warped sadist after all. I had the sensation of being both a man and a woman as I screwed his asshole.
"Fuck it," I said tightly, just like men were forever telling me as they drove their daggers up me.
"Fuck, fuck it, fuck faster," I insisted. He ground his ass around, exciting me more by the moment.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," I panted, "Ohhh, that's beautiful. Keep it up ... keep it up ... ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck it."
In and out I drove the dildo. He was responding. His ass muscles were clutching it. I enjoyed it. I pulled harder on his penis. I was determined to make him come.
"Ohhh, I love it, I love it," I panted, pulling his cock to orgasm. He came, splashing his white hot lava in my hand. I was really enjoying myself as I came too. Right on target.
When I came, I pulled my dildo out and walked away. One more girl had her chance at his ass. I watched her but I also observed the other chicks were unfastening their dildoes and stripping.
The last girl to screw him fucked him fast and soon the head girl who had been first walked over to him and undid his hands. He collapsed on the floor.
The blood still issuing from his back colored the carpeting. The girl showed him no mercy.
"Get up you cunt-eating bastard and get your ass on that bed."
He picked his weakened body and staggered to the large king-size bed with its blue satin sheets.
She shoved him forward and he sprawled across the bed. With a judo movement, she quickly turned him over.
Getting on top of him, she straddled his face.
"Suck my ass out first," she smiled. "No, no, I won't suck your dirty ass," he objected.
"Suck it," she commanded. Her fist pounded him a fierce blow to the head.
Crying like a baby, his tongue shot out and he began licking at her genitals.
"Ohhh, that's nice," she panted, pleased. "Keep sucking it."
He reached for her ass-cheeks with his hand, thrust his tongue quickly in and out and fucked away with it.
She rode him roughly, "Suck it, baby, tastes real nice, doesn't it?"
His wild tongue, flipping movements continued. She was turning crimson. Her naked titties showed erect nipples.
"Ohhh, eat me," she insisted, "eat my pussy." Slipping his tongue out of one hole, he slid it in another.
"That's nice," she gasped, thrusting her pelvic area into his mouth. Eagerly he ate her. She gushed and he sucked. "Ohhh, I like it ... suck my dirty pussy, suck it out ... keep sucking ... ohhh, I love it, I love it."
When she jumped off him, the next girl got on him and repeated the performance. Then it was Gloria's turn. She straddled his chest, slowly lowering her ass into his face. He beamed up at her, "Nice sucking ass ... mmm, good."
"You bet your sweet ass," she chuckled. He held her as his tongue flipped inside her asshole. Slipping it swiftly in and out he kept her panting.
"Ohhh, keep it up ... keep it up," she begged. Finally I saw her cum trickling out of her gash.
"Switch gears," she breathed. He dug. Sliding his tongue out of her asshole, he drove it up her cunt. Probing around inside her gave her box a nice tongue-bath.
"Keep that up ... eat it, gobble it ... ohhh, I love it, I love it," she exclaimed, as he ate away.
Now it was my turn. I walked over to the bed, got on the blue satin sheets and sat on his face.
He gripped my ass with firm fingers. Soon his tongue licked away around my asshole and then he drove it up there and began tongue-fucking my asshole.
He did an expert job of it too. His tongue movements were precise. He knew just how to do it.
"Suck my cunt, you dirty pussy eater," I blurted. Hastily he took his tongue out of my asshole, thrusting it in my twat. Expertly he worked it around inside my hot box, probing, exploring, tantalizing me. Slowly he licked my erect clit, then swiftly. Back and forth his tongue flicked. He was driving me out of my gourd with his wild, perfect movements.
"Keep that up, ohhh, keep it up, I love it, I love, ohhh, I'm coming ... I'm coming." I held his head while he sucked me.
"Eat it up, eat it all up," I insisted. Gladly he did as I instructed. When he finished eating my box lunch, I got off the bed and let the last girl finish.
After she had hers eaten, he thanked us all. We took a pseudo-bow, thanked him and one by one walked out and down the hall back to our rooms.
I took a hot shower quickly and soon Gloria and I were lying in each other's arms. Her beautiful, soft breasts were pressing on me.
"I love you," she said, touching the tip of my nose with the tip of her tongue. Looking into her dreamy blue eyes, admiring her creamy skin, her soft hair, I felt only love for her.
"I love you, darling," I told her. "Can I fuck you?" I laughed.
"How?"
"I'll be the man."
"Alright," I smiled. "You can do me."
"With the dildo," she said, rising and walking over to it. I spotted it, it could use a good cleaning.
"Baby, do you mind cleaning it off."
"Oh, Harry's ass," she giggled. "Sure, I'll clean it." Walking into the bathroom, I heard her turn the faucet on to clean it. She called out, "What did you think of Harry's hang-up?"
"Oh, God, I don't know."
Holding the dildo in one hand, a towel to dry it in the other, she walked toward me.
"He digs us chicks. We do anything he asks. He really pays. He calls us Harry's harem."
"I guess that's what we are," I laughed.
"You may be right," Gloria said, stopping her wiping for a moment. "Some men have to have more than one woman ... like Harry, the more cunts to suck, the happier he is ... I really enjoy the tongue-action. He could hire out ... I'd buy...."
"So would I," I laughed, "I love a man who is sophisticated about beautiful things like pussy-eating ... a body gourmet."
"So do I," Gloria smiled, bending over and kissing both my breasts tenderly.
Strapping the dildo on, I looked at her from another angle. In spite of her beauty, there was a callous look of unconcern about her, a crude male-side that emerged if you looked at her from a certain angle.
"Am I turning you on?" she giggled.
"You bet you are," I said, reaching out and squeezing the huge dildo.
Getting on top of me, she looked a bit ridiculous. All those straps and that huge plastic prick.
"I'm ready," she grinned.
Spreading for her, I nodded. "So am I, honey ... fuck away."
She drove it in slowly. I thrilled from the moment I felt her driving it inside me.
"Fuck it," I told her. She got the message. Bending over, our breasts brushed each other. Driving the huge dildo in and out she swiftly screwed me.
"Ohhh, I love it, I love it," she gasped as she drove it to me. Now, her countenance resembled that of a man. It was as if there was a switch inside her and she could turn it to masculine one moment, feminine the next.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," she gasped. "Ohhh, baby, give it to me ... keep screwing."
In and out the huge tool slid. I gripped her ass, pulling her beautiful, smooth body toward me.
"Lover," she panted, "let's kiss."
Her lips found mine and she Frenched me. Magnificently, her tongue did its thing in my mouth. She finished off tongue-fucking my tongue and then sucking it. My pelvis pushed up and down to her supersexed dildo thrusts.
"Ohhh, lover, it's beautiful. You know just how to do me."
"As good as a man?"
"Better, baby, better."
She drove it up deeper, bending closer to kiss my cheek tenderly. My body trembled to her dildo-thrusts. I was on fire.
"Fuck it, fuck ... ohhh, baby, twist your ass, grind your gears ... give it to me, come, ohhh, come...."
"We'll make it together," I panted. "You and me, together." In a blinding flash of cum, we made it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
About a week later, something happened I thought would be delightful.
The Mexican houseboy announced, "You two lovers can make it together tonight ... old Roscoe's back."
"That sounds like fun," I smiled.
"Yes, but there are complications."
"Complications?"
"Nothing horrible ... honey, let's give him a good show. He digs watching. Get some honey ... that yellow plastic bottle with the nozzle on it."
I found it and put it out for us to take.
"Also, we'll need some baby oil," Gloria announced, hunting for it. Packing those two items and the dildoes in a small carrying case she dressed.
"Black boots, black lace bra and panties, black mask."
"Is that it?" I asked her.
"That's all he digs," she grinned, "I've had this one enough to know his hang-ups."
Before we walked out the door, I glanced in the mirror to make sure I looked okay.
The bra was sizes too small, my breasts bulged.
"Can't they give us better fits?"
"They don't want better fits," she nodded.
My pussy hair was showing the briefs were that brief. I adjusted my black mask and tried to run a comb through my hair. When I walked outside with Gloria I felt like the well-dressed sadist-whore. I reminded Gloria we couldn't step out without our riding whips and she agreed.
"You two look good enough to eat," Manuel, the Mexican houseboy said, "Pity I'm gay."
"We couldn't trust you if you wanted to eat our snatch all the time," Gloria smiled, "it's a blessing you're gay."
"That's what my boyfriend says," Manuel grinned.
We were led to the room and then blindfolded by Manuel before we entered.
"This is a new innovation," Gloria observed, "maybe he's been reading up on new tortures. Hell, I hope not. He was a real beast before."
It seemed awful to walk into a room in total darkness. I moved inch by inch hoping I wouldn't fall or hit something. The room smelled of strong perfume. Soft, erotic music was playing.
I hated the total darkness the blindfold created. I could hear two men talking and stirring. And then I felt something warm touch my breast. Suddenly I realized what was happening. My bra was on fire.
"Oh, God, stop burning me up you beast, stop it, stop it."
I managed to get the small fire out but not before it had burned me. The blindfolds were removed and I looked at two of the biggest Negro men I'd ever seen. They were stroking their huge penises as they saw me suffer. They were pyromaniacs, men who dig watching fire and their balls get hot when the blaze lights up. It disgusted me to watch the sick-sexy smile on their faces while my breasts ached with pain.
"Come over here," one of them motioned to me. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I walked over ... watching Gloria go to the other man on the other side of the bed.
"Got something real nice for you inside my balls, fire fucker," he laughed.
"On your knees," he commanded. I dropped to my knees, still massaging my singed breasts.
"Lick my balls, while I jerk-off," he insisted. I bent over, still massaging my pain-wracked breasts with one hand.
"Use both your hands," he demanded, "Lick my asshole and then I want you to tongue fuck it before I shoot my balls in your mouth."
Unable to disobey in the least, I forced my face in his crotch. I smelled his manhood, as his huge hand pulled on his giant-size dick.
"Lick the ass," he said gruffly. I stuck my tongue out and began tongue lashing him.
"Use both hands, get a grip on my ass, pull the cheeks apart and really get in there and lick," he commanded.
Gripping his black butt with both hands I spread his cheeks and slipped my tongue way up there and licked.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he panted, "mighty nice fuckin' ... real nice ... keep it up."
With my tongue stabbing his asshole, he groaned in delight.
"Ohhh, that's nice ass-sucking ... real nice indeed!" Saying that he pressed harder on me. I flicked it in and out and made the most of it.
"Now, get your fuckin' mouth outta my asshole and cop my cock," he said breathily.
Slipping out, I reached for his huge prick. He held it out proudly, its black head glistening.
"Ain't that nice black cock?"
"Beautiful," I nodded, "Black cock is beautiful."
"I think so too," he nodded, grinning, "Now, sweetheart, suck it off and eat that white stuff."
I licked around its huge head, trying to give him the full pro treatment. With wide tongue lashes, I kept the tongue-action going. Slipping my tongue in its slit I made him jump.
He gripped my head with both hands and forced my mouth down the length of his huge penis.
"Suck it, suck it off," he said tightly.
I gripped it and slid my mouth to its base.
With hard up and down movements, I kept the sucking action up.
"Suck it, suck it," he commanded. Massaging his balls, I let him pump it to me.
The huge black tool hit the back of my throat as he drove it full force ahead.
"Ohhh, that's nice ... you got a real nice suckin' mouth, baby doll," he chuckled. "Eat it ... eat my licorice stick, eat it up."
Suddenly the huge thing exploded. Great spurts of sperm flashed down my throat. I gulped.
"Ohhh, beautiful," I groaned, "beautiful."
He'd sent a huge load down me and he grinned in satisfaction. Holding his staff, he smiled, "Good black prick, huh?"
I nodded.
When Gloria finished eating the black cock she had rammed down her throat, the man pulled it away from her and chuckled, "Now, let's play some nice little sex games like honey, honey, who's got the honey?"
"I remembered it this time," Gloria smiled, proud of her achievement.
"And the baby oil?"
She nodded.
"You two chicks get outta those silly looking boots and black lace panties and masks and start doing the old Lezzie act."
We both sat down on the edge of the bed and stripped. When we were bare ass naked, they turned us around and slapped our buttocks and pinched our titties.
"Ain't that fun?" the big black man demanded.
"If you say so," I tried to force a grin.
I got on the bed and so did Gloria. Taking the bottle of baby oil they poured it over both of us and then they greased us. I couldn't figure out why.
Once we were covered with the slippery substance, we slid all over each other, laughing.
"Let's have a Lez wrestling match," Gloria's black lover insisted.
"I've never wrestled," I objected.
"You won't be able to say that for long," he chuckled. Gloria was pulling at my body, turning me all directions. I felt as if I was a slippery piece of rubber or plastic ... a sex plaything. She had a lot of strength and I was no match for her. Suddenly the black man suggested, "Get the honey in your cunt."
"Over there," Gloria pointed to her small handbag. The other man found the yellow plastic container and brought it to her. She got down between my legs and slipped the plastic nozzle in my slit and squeezed.
"Ohhh, that feels funny," I couldn't help but laugh.
"Tastes funny too ... cum and honey ... mmm," he laughed.
Gloria handed the container to me and I placed its nozzle in her cunt and squeezed. The honey squirted in her pussy. I pulled it away and tossed it on the floor.
"Eat it," the black man eyed us, with his hand on his huge tool. "Eat it up."
Slipping my tongue inside her slit I began licking. Her cunt never tasted better. I felt her hot tongue do things in my box. I was hard and so was she, we sucked each other's penises. The two men were eyeing us and jerking.
"Keep sucking till she comes," the black man panted as his pace increased.
Walking over to the corner of the room he took the riding whip I'd brought with me. The other man found Gloria's. Now, they came back, their faces glowing.
"Suck that pussy, suck it out."
The riding whip cut across my back.
"Beautiful ... ain't that nice. Pussy and honey ... ohhh, that sounds good, don't it ... eat it ... eat it up."
The other man brought the riding whip down on Gloria's bare ass. It nearly cut across my face, it was that close.
"Like it, don'tcha ... wowee, look at them lezzies go ... suck her out ... eat it up, eat it up."
Suddenly I felt Gloria's cum mixed with the honey. She pushed her pelvis to me.
Gripping her ass tightly I forced my face farther into her crotch and licked.
"Keep it up ... suck, suck, suck it ... ohhh, that's nice. That's real nice."
I could tell the men were really turned on. Their whips cracked faster and they jerked intensely.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," the black man gasped.
"I'm there ... ohhh, ahhh," the other black man said pumping his penis as the white cum from both men spurted across our bodies. I climaxed at this moment too and Gloria's mouth sucked eagerly at my cunt.
The men kept whipping us. The pain vanished, pleasure began as we finished each other off.
Slowly sliding my tongue out of her twat, I saw her still buried in my pussy, lovingly licking.
"They're in love," one man chuckled.
"Never saw anything like that ... it's worth every goddam cent to see those two cunt-suckers suck."
The men walked out of the room, leaving us alone. Gloria put her lips to my singed breasts and kissed them.
"I'm sorry, luv," she said softly.
"Thanks."
She licked them, as if to ease the tormenting memory, erase the ugly pain.
"There's got to be some way out."
"If there is, I don't know about it," she said sullenly. "One girl tried. Virginia. She was a beautiful redheaded gal who drove the men out of their gourds. She could take on forty men ... I mean it ... I've seen her suck off forty men. Well, she tried to escape. She seduced one of Nick's buddies and one night they tried for a getaway."
"Go on."
"I hate to ... they were cut up. Don't ask me anymore."
I didn't want to hear. I resigned myself to my fate. I took a hot shower, and was grateful the burns were minor, just red singes. I was glad they could get their rocks off without finding it necessary to watch my flesh on fire.
When I lay in bed that night I dreamed. A nightmare. The room was on fire, flames rising higher and higher, yet I wasn't burning. I woke up screaming, "Save me ... Save me...." Instantly Gloria grasped me in her arms.
"What is it, what's the matter?"
"I can't help it," I sobbed. "Awful things keep coming to my mind. How much hell can one person endure?"
"I know," she cried softly as she held me. "Here, let me love you."
"Oh, Gloria, baby, I need you, I need you so bad," I continued crying.
"Let me lick the tears off your face," she whispered sadly. "Someway, somehow things might change. Don't ever give up completely...! didn't mean that ... I just didn't want you to try something foolish. Nick isn't a man to toy around with. You know what," she smiled, "I'll eat you, that'll relax you."
She got down between my thighs, her warm hands stroking them gently. Her tongue trailed to my slit. She licked along my slit and suddenly her tongue stabbed inside my box.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful," she said, "You've got the cutest little cunt in town."
"I'm glad you like it," I sighed, "When you're lost, it is wonderful to have somebody there."
"I'll always be there," she whispered.
And then she went to work, loving my box. Her hot tongue seemed to glide so smoothly as she sucked on my pussy. I lay back and hugged her tightly. My love button responded to her supersucking.
"Oh, lover," I said, gripping her head, pressing my fingers tightly to her scalp. "Eat me ... eat me up."
She sucked me smoothly, licking mouthing and eating me. I thrilled to her tongue-touch.
"Suck it out, eat my pussy."
I gushed as she sucked. She gripped me tightly and I pinned her head to my crotch with my hands. When she'd finished, she lay beside me.
"How'd we ever get into this?" she asked quietly.
"Right living," I replied.
"No, I wonder sometimes," she said seriously, as she lit a cigarette, "I wonder why...."
"That one wrong date," I said tensely. "One wrong man ... we just said 'yes' when we should have said 'no!'."
She put out her cigarette and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Try as I would to psyche myself into no more dreams, I couldn't.
As I drifted off to sleep I kept seeing myself naked in a forest, running. I was pursued by men with dogs and guns. I could hear them barking, the men urging them on. It was awful. They were bearing down on me and then I turned and they were surrounding me.
Each man was bare naked, carrying a gun in one hand and a whip in the other. I saw the cruel looks on their fiendish faces.
"You like our game?" the strong, muscular man with the huge pecker standing straight up asked.
"Your game is hunting people down and torturing them. I hate you ... I hate you all. Kill me, torture me, but I hate you ... Those are my last words ... Hate ... hate...."
The crack of their whips lashing around my body ended my conversation. Pain encircled me. I gasped, and groaned in agony from which there was no escape.
"Leave me alone, you devils," I gasped.
"She still has spirit ... let her run away," the leader said. "It will be fun to track her down."
I drew my hands protectively around my breasts and bowed my head.
"You forgot your cunt," one of them laughed derisively. "Why don't you cover that?"
I reached down covering my slit with the palm of my hand. The men broke out in wild gales of laughter.
"She thinks we want her cunt," he laughed.
"Take your hand away," a husky, broad shouldered, hairy man demanded. I didn't move it away quick enough for him. His horrible whip lashed across my hand, biting into my soft slit.
"You're hurting me, stop it, stop it," I cried.
"Let's have some fun with her," the first man suggested. Dashing behind me I felt the sudden impact of his penis as he parted my ass cheeks and shoved his dong up it.
I couldn't move for in a moment the other brutal man was attacking my slit with his huge pecker.
"That's a beautiful sight," the other men chorused. Lining up, they decided they'd each have a crack at my ass or my cunt.
"Grab my cock," he snarled, "give me a good fuck."
I clasped his cock with my pussy. The other men snapped, "Clutch it with your ass ... ohhh, that's it ... now you got your ass in gear."
The two men were working to build identical tempo. I felt them ram it roughly in both channels.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," the man driving it up my ass panted as he drove it up farther.
"That's it, sweetie, that's it," the other man said as I churned my ass around so they'd both get their kicks.
And then the explosion. Clasping each other with me the meat in the middle of the sex sandwich they shot their load; up my ass, up my twat.
Grinding it, they gasped in unison, "Fuck, fuck, ohhh, ahhh, fuck it."
I kept my ass doing the bumps and grinds for them, giving them the kicks they demanded.
Pulling their peckers out of me it began all over again. The next two men swiftly grabbed me and one drove it up my pussy, the other up my asshole.
"She's a good grind," one told the other.
"Nice slick cunt ... guess he greased it good with all his cum."
They gradually built their tempo, fucking my ass and cunt savagely.
"Ohhh, keep it up ... keep it up," the one driving it up my ass demanded. I ground it, throwing it back to meet his wild thrusts. He drove it into the hilt, slapping my ass abruptly.
"Ohhh, I dig that, I dig that," he gasped, pushing it farther in my hole. "Fuck, fuck, ohhh, fuck it."
By now I knew how to churn my ass around. The cum-slickened ass easily accepted his throbbing dong. I shoved it back and he drove it in.
The man fucking my cunt didn't want to be overlooked.
"Grab it, luv," he grunted, "grab my dick ... ohhh, that's beautiful ... that's it ... fuck it."
By trying hard to keep my ass grinding, my cunt clutching, the two cocks soon exploded.
This was repeated over and over until I thought I couldn't stand it any longer.
When the last one had finished I collapsed.
"Hell, we fucked the life out of her," one of them said angrily.
"Rotten little cunt ... no fun to hunt a cunt that collapses."
I staggered to my feet.
"You bastards, you twisted, stinkin' bastards ... I'll bet you didn't think I had the life left in me, the guts left in me ... to call you by your right names ... a bunch of sonofabitches ... that's why you torture me...."
"We'll let you go," the muscular man who first spoke to me smiled.
"Sure, we'll let you go ... run naked in the forest ... we'll catch you if we can."
"You and those goddam dogs."
"What spirit," one of the men nodded, "why don't you save it, baby, save it for the chase."
Turning I quit listening to their foul mouths. I ran as fast, as far away from them as I could. Once again I was alone in the forest. I didn't hear anything.
I looked up at the night stars. They twinkled in such resplendent beauty, the moon giving a soft blue cast to the arch of the heavens and I wondered how any human beings could be so damned demented as to enjoy chasing a naked woman through the forest.
Perhaps, they would never bother me again. And then I heard the dogs. Those horrible, howling, screeching dogs. Would they never quit following?
I knew it was the run for my life. I threw my head back and ran as fast as I could.
In the distance I heard their voices.
"Get the cunt ... find her for us...."
The bastards. Why didn't God kill them? I kept running, suddenly it seemed I was almost flying over the ground, my feet were barely touching. My heart pounded so fast I thought it'd pop right out of my chest.
"Stop, stop," I panted. It hurt to speak, my breath was coming short.
I turned, and there they were, the dogs, the men, all of them, swiftly circling me.
"Oh, God," I gasped, collapsing. The dogs were let loose, they were tearing into my flesh, the guns sounded. Blood spurted all directions. I was dying.
"Save me, save me," I panted over and over with my dying breath.
I felt arms around me. "Wake up, wake up," Gloria was shaking me.
My body was wet with a cold sweat.
"What happened?"
"They killed me ... they killed me...."
I recounted the awful nightmare for her. She lit a cigarette and listened as I sobbed hysterically.
"You've got to calm down," she whispered.
"I know I must or I'll go crazy here," I agreed. "Give me something to drink."
She got up and fixed me a drink and I gulped it down as she puffed at her cigarette nervously. She was eyeing me strangely.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like how?"
"Like I'm crazy."
She shook her head sadly. "No, baby, no, you're not crazy. This place just ... well, it's a hellhole, let's face it ... it's enough to drive a person crazy."
"Another drink, please."
"I don't want to see you turn into an alky either," she said, walking slowly to get me the drink.
I drank it much too quickly and bit my lips nervously. "There was one person who said she could get me out."
"Who?" she demanded, a strange tone springing into her voice.
"Susan," I told her.
"Oh, I know her. She had me a couple years ago. She's a rich Lez."
"With a heart," I nodded.
"For your sake, I hope so," she smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was so exhausted from the wild fuck I slept until noon. The drinks helped, the nightmares ended, but waking up I realized it was exchanging one nightmare for another. Gloria was pouring coffee and eating her breakfast.
"I've kept things warm for you," she smiled.
"Thank you, baby," I told her.
After breakfast, she told me, "I guess Nick is getting generous. He's built a swimming pool for us."
"He has?"
"Yes, and we're under strict orders to use it. He's also got a sauna bath and a whirlpool. I'm thrilled over all the freedom."
"Don't get too thrilled, honey. Where Nick is concerned there is always a catch to it."
"You've got a point," she gulped, as she nearly choked on her coffee, thinking of how many different tricks Nick might be working on at the same time.
Some hours later, the Mexican houseboy Manuel appeared.
"You chicks are gettin' fat ... Nick figured a little exercise would do you good."
"And I was going to give you a gratis blow job," Gloria smirked. "You'll have to pay like all the others."
"Baby, I wouldn't want your dirty mouth around my dick for a million dollars."
"Honey," she replied, "where you put your pecker is enough to turn-off any hot mouth."
"Don't knock it unless you've tried it and if I know you two chicks you've been making it with each other after you finish fuckin' the hell outta the men...."
"Smart prick, aren't you?" I laughed.
Manuel laughed too and nodded. We followed him to the gym. Nick had outdone himself. The place was plush. Red carpeting, sauna, steam-room and beautiful aqua pool.
We went into the steam room and there were eight other naked chicks sitting there too.
"Hi, Gloria," the busty blonde greeted her.
"Hi, honey," she replied. The big blonde doll put her arm around Gloria and whispered something. Soon the girls were reaching over to the next girl. The fingers went in the slit and everybody was diddling everybody.
"Wasn't it thoughtful of Nick to do this for us?" I observed.
"There's always an ulterior motive," the big blonde girl winked. "Just wait, you'll see."
The girls were really going at it. I enjoyed the job the cute little Mexican chick beside me was performing on my pussy. Hand-jobs, if done correctly, can be terribly exciting. Soon, some of the girls were coming. And then the action got going. As soon as a chick came, the other gal got her head between her legs and ate her.
The Mexican chick's fingers felt my sticky cum, she got on her knees quickly and began eating me.
"Ohhh, baby, that's beautiful," I sighed passionately. Her tremendous tongue was bringing me to a peak of sexual excitement. And then the girl I was diddling came. I had to cut her pussy-eating operation short, so I could accommodate the chick I diddled.
Eagerly she spread for me and I soon fastened my face to her crotch.
"Lick it, love it," she sighed passionately, "Ohhh, that's beautiful ... beautiful."
Her cum was good tasting, her hand movements on my head excited me. I finished her off.
We went out, took showers and there were massage tables and masseurs waiting. The marvelous touch of the trained masseur brought me back. Up and down my spine, kneading my buttocks, pummeling, rubbing, working the pounds off.
I knew I must have lost four or five pounds.
Now it was swim time. We went through the door into the pool. And then I caught on why Nick had been so generous.
On three sides of the pool, on a ledge far enough above us so they could obtain an excellent vantage point for a full view of our naked bodies, men were watching.
As we swam, I saw them eyeing me. I swam over to Gloria. "Did you see all the men watching?"
"Sure, honey," she laughed. "Another one of big-hearted Nick's tricks. We're like fish, swimming in water, and the customer watches the fish and picks the one he wants to eat."
"Same thing here," I laughed. "Those horny bastards watch us swim bare ass and pick the cunt they want to suck."
"You've got to hand it to him," the bosomy blonde girl chuckled, "Who'd have ever thought of anything so unique. They can jack-off while they're picking our twats out."
I saw one dark-haired, dark-skinned man eyeing me with another man. I didn't like the mean look they both shot in my direction.
"See them watching me?"
"Ignore them," the blase blonde giggled, "just swim and forget you're being watched to decide who will screw who."
I did just that. I swam away and enjoyed myself. Why not? I figured the right thing to do was enjoy every beautiful moment of it.
After about twenty minutes of playing around, the houseboy jumped in the pool naked. His big old dick flopped in front of him as he jumped. The men watching had a good laugh.
"Time to go back to our rooms," he announced. "Time is up, let's finish our swimming."
We finished our swimming and returned to our rooms. It wasn't long before the houseboy returned.
"Hey, you fucker," he said eyeing me, "A couple of real nice guys want to talk to you."
"My name isn't fucker."
"I'm sorry," he grinned, "fucker is your occupation ... right?"
"I'd love to bite your prick off," I told him.
"If I didn't have to put my tongue inside your twat I'd like to bite yours off," he chuckled.
"Some of us are normal," I snapped.
"Not around this place," he laughed.
I followed him to the far upstairs room where the men were waiting. A large circle bed was in the middle of the room and mirrors were on all four sides.
"Good evening," the dark-haired, demon eyed man grinned as I stepped inside.
"Oh, good evening," I smiled, playing along with his act of being a nice human being.
The other man, a robust blonde fellow walked over. He slapped my ass, tweaked my tittie and grinned, "Good piece of ass."
And then I noticed the ropes. The ropes extended from the four sides of the bed.
About that time, the dark-haired man ordered, "Lie down, lover."
I lay down.
"Turn over on your stomach."
I flipped over.
Soon he was upon me, tying my wrists with the rope, while the blonde man was tying my ankles. I was spread-eagled. I could watch all that they were doing in the mirrors. What wild idea did they have in mind?
"Aaahhh," I groaned as the whip slashed across my body. I couldn't move, my wrist ropes and my ankle ropes held fast.
"See how nice and red her ass gets, when I get the blood circulating," the dark-haired man smiled.
Side-glancing up I saw his huge tool getting larger by the moment. Apparently the whipping stimulated his balls and made his pecker grow.
"That's it," the, blonde man laughed, "Whip her good."
When the pain seared through my tender ass from the awful beating I was taking, I couldn't help crying out in anguish.
"Stop it ... ohhh, please, please stop it."
"Why don't you eat her ass out now?" the dark-haired man suggested.
"She's got a nice eatin' ass," he laughed, crawling on the bed and putting both his hands on my buttocks and slipping his tongue in the crack.
I responded beautifully to the tremendous feel of his tongue.
"Ohhh, that's great," the dark-haired man said, bringing the whip down across the blonde man's butt.
The blonde man's tongue movements got more excited as the whip slashed across his exposed ass.
"Put your tongue up there and tongue-fuck her asshole," he demanded.
"Fuck it ... ohhh, that's it ... fuck that ass ... keep it moving ... beautiful."
Expertly the blonde man's tongue lashed inside my asshole. Stiffening it, he drove it in and out just like he was screwing me. I thrilled to the wild movements of his tongue.
"Keep going ... ohhh, keep it up."
Again the whip came down on his bare ass.
The dark-man's mouth was watering as he watched the sight. Four more slashing strokes across the man's back and I saw blood spring forth.
Now his tongue-movements were fantastic. Bringing blood apparently turned him on. Lifting his face from my ass for one moment, he panted, "More ... more."
The whip came down again, his tongue returned to eating my ass out. In the mirrors the whole ugly sight was revealed. Blood was running down his blonde back, his ass ran red.
"Suck the blood off," he begged the sadistic whipmaster. The whipmaster dropped his whip and began sucking on his red buttocks, licking his blood.
"Now, I want to screw her asshole," he demanded. The blonde man took his face away and let the other man mount me. He had a huge, fierce dong with an enormous throbbing head. I didn't see how he could ever get all that cock up me without tearing me.
"You got it nice and wet for me up there," he grinned to the blonde man.
"Well, then ... go to it," the blonde man smiled.
Pushing my legs farther apart, he spread my buttocks. The massive tool must have been ten inches long. With one hand he gripped his prick and with the other spread my asshole. "I'm gonna fuck that asshole good," he said lustily. "Sure looks like a sweet ass to fuck."
The huge head pushed at my anal ring. It wouldn't go in. I held my breath, I was paralyzed with fear.
Slapping my buttock roughly, he gasped, "Relax ... relax your asshole or I'll never get it in unless I split you."
That horrible thought forced me to try to calm down. I breathed deeply, exhaled and tried to relax.
He gave one hard jab. I groaned! The huge pecker had managed to slide inside my hole.
"Fuck it," he commanded, "Fuck, fuck, throw your goddam ass up to meet my big old prick."
Thrusting my ass up to him, he drove it to the hilt. I felt sure he was tearing me with his pumping thrust.
In and out the huge pecker slid as he rammed it to me. His body closed in, his hands reached around to grip my breasts. It was a fantastic moment.
The blonde man mounted him and suddenly he rammed his big old pecker up his asshole. Now the two of them were screwing me.
Their combined weight was killing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck it," the dark-man demanded as he threw his cock up my ass.
"Beautiful, keep grinding it ... ohhh, what a tight ass." I ground it, threw it back to him, trying desperately to get his rocks off so he'd pull the damned thing out of me.
"That's it ... keep that motion going ... ohhh, I dig that. Fuck ... fuck, fuck it."
Driving deeper he kept his pecker ramming up my asshole. The man on top of him was telling him, "Grab my dick, clamp your ass muscles around my pecker ... ohhh, that's it."
The tempos were building together. I tried to keep my ass churning to the tempo of the two of them. In the mirror we were a funny sight. One man driving his tool up me while I'm tied to the bed, the other fucker giving him his up the asshole.
"Ohhh, I'm almost there ... keep grinding ... don't stop now, faster, faster ... ohhh, beautiful, beautiful."
His huge tool exploded, his hot cum flashed in my asshole. At the same moment the big blonde guy fucking his ass panted, "I'm coming ... squeeze it out, pump it back to me."
I thrust up and so did the dark-skinned man, the blonde man drove his cock ahead, higher in his asshole and unloaded.
"Beautiful, beautiful," he gasped as he let his penis explode.
The fuck was over, we were both completely satisfied. Everything except my cunt. They untied me quickly and took care of that in short order.
Turning me over, one began licking at my titties, the other buried his face in my crotch.
"Twice as much fun as one man, huh?" the man licking at my breasts smiled.
"You're a beautiful combination," I complimented them both. "You are completely uninhibited and enjoy sex all ways."
"That's the only way to fly ... I mean F-U-C-K!" he chuckled raucously.
And then the other man did his thing on my pussy. Eagerly he licked along my slit, gripping my ass firmly in his hands. Soon his slippery tongue slid inside my twat and he was licking all around inside me.
"You've got a nice twat," he interrupted his sucking for a second.
"Glad you like to suck it," I smiled.
He returned to eating me. Reaching way inside my box he lavished heavy, stroking tongue movements on it. When he had kept this action up for awhile I felt myself moistening.
"Eat me," I begged.
The blonde man licking and sucking my nipples, whispered, "Talk dirty to him. He digs that."
"Suck it, cunt lover," I told him roughly. "Eat that up. Eat it all up."
He was turned-on. His mouth became a suction cup and he went wild sucking my pussy.
Finishing, he pulled away, licking his lips excitedly. And then the blonde man quit nibbling on my titties and walked over to pick up a dildo and strap.
"Give us a good screw," he smiled.
"Oh, you dig that, huh?"
"You betcha," he grinned. "Most women won't do it. Hell, every guy's got an asshole and it feels good to get it fucked now and then."
Sliding off the bed I quickly slipped into the strap and dildo. I did look a bit peculiar as I walked to the mirror and looked at my strange reflection.
"Ohhh, that's a nice cock," the dark-haired man exclaimed.
"He's first," I chuckled.
"I'll do the whipping," he nodded.
The blonde man got on all fours. I got some lubricant and rubbed it over the plastic prick. Then I got behind him and slowly slid the huge tool up his asshole.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he gasped, "Keep it up. I dig being fucked up the ass."
Driving it in and out, the giant-size dick apparently gave his ass what it wanted.
"I love it, I love it, keep fucking me, keep fucking." The dark-skinned man began whipping. His cruel whip cut across my back with ugly pain. He kept it up.
"Watch it ... look in the mirror," he advised. In the mirror, I saw the blonde ass grinning to my dildo-driving thrusts. The whip cut across my bare ass.
If I told him not to bring blood, bringing blood would instantly become his object. I said nothing. But the burning sensation in my buttocks didn't make me happy.
Finally the whip lashes became so unbearable I had to cry out. "For God's sake stop it."
My cries only excited him more. His eyes glistened, his breath came fast. His huge penis became hard again. He whipped me more intensely and as he did the blood began to appear on my back.
"Ohhh, damnit, you're hurting me," I cried again, and the whip repeated its evil thrust.
"Keep fucking me, damnit, fuck me," the blonde man insisted. I kept the dildo driving up his asshole, and then the dark-man dropped the whip, got on the bed and began licking off the blood he'd brought.
The blonde man saw this in the mirrors.
"Ain't that a beautiful sight to see, licking the blood off your cute little ass?"
That burned me up so much I drove the dildo up him harder. He loved it. His asshole grabbed it and he ground around.
"Fuck it off, fuck it off," I gasped.
"Stroke me," he begged.
Reaching around I could tell his huge tool was hard as rock. I pulled it back and forth while I screwed his asshole. I tried to build my jerking movements on his pecker at the same tempo I was building my hard-driving dildo thrusts.
"Ohhh, now, now, you're getting it ... beautiful. Keep doing that ... beautiful."
In and out the dildo drove as I gave it to him. Pulling faster on his penis, stimulated by the man sucking the blood off my ass I found myself strangely enjoying it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I commanded.
His ass responded, thrusting up to meet my dildo-thrusts. And then I pulled quicker on his pecker. He came in my hand.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "Ohhh, lick it off."
Swiftly pulling my penis out of his asshole, I flipped over. The dildo straps looked funny as I turned over and grabbed his cock and sucked.
"Ain't that beautiful?" he gasped, while I ate him. The dark-skinned man was jerking now.
"You bet it is," he said, his breath coming short as he pulled harder on his pecker.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he gasped.
Finishing the blonde-man's tool, I got over to the loins of the jerker. He smiled, "I'll tell you when, then glom on my dick and suck."
"Ohhh, now, now."
I moved over, bending over and my mouth went over his huge tool.
"Suck, suck," he commanded. I sucked his hot juices in as he panted excitedly.
"Ohhh, eat it, eat it ... that's it ... dick licker, eat my pecker ... beautiful."
Gobbling him down quickly, I felt exhilarated. The delicious cum was like a fantastic cocktail, prepared by a sexy old Mom Nature, served in a long stemmed fleshy glass. Grabbing it and squeezing it, I giggled, "You've got a nice pecker."
"You've got a nice hot mouth," he laughed.
I got up, looked in the mirror to see what he'd done to my back.
"Don't worry, baby, it'll heal."
"Yes," I grinned toward the dark-skinned sadist.
"Why don't you whip his back, and lick the blood off his bloody ass?" the blonde suggested.
"Sounds like fun," I smiled.
"See, you're a sadist too," the blonde man winked.
I took the whip, held it up, and looked in the mirror. The curl around my lower lip looked strangely sadistic now. I'd never noticed this before. Perhaps this sadistic sex palace had changed me. I looked away.
Walking over to the bed, I saw the dark-skinned body spread out so willingly before me. Glancing up at me, he seemed more like a little boy playing tricks than a mature man.
"Should I diddle while I whip?"
"If you want to," he smiled. "Why not?"
Putting one hand at my slit, I raised the whip with the other. I brought it down with a wild snap.
He howled, I felt a strange glow ignite throughout my body. His torture, his cry of pain had turned me on. Like electricity snapping on, I discovered again, how sweet pain can be when you're inflicting it on someone.
"Take that you bastard," I said in my meanest voice. His weirdo face expressions indicated he was getting his jollies. "And this, and this...."
I slashed cruelly across his bare back, focusing on his smooth ass skin.
He cringed, I diddled.
"Fun, huh?" the blonde man winked.
"You bet your ass, it's fun," I said, and went on whipping him with a wild vengeance. As I found I was enjoying it so much, taking sheer delight in inflicting cruel pain and torture upon him, I realized why.
"Ohhh, stop, stop it, stop hurting me," he pleaded. Suddenly I realized the thrill of domination, coupled with a combination of sexual stimulation and natural hostility toward all the limitations my life in this hellhole had forced upon me, I realized again how clever Nick was.
Nick knew he could depend on us to give expression to our sadistic nature anyway we could. He knew that we had little latitude for freedom and that where we could feel free, we would. Well, he knew that this was pain and pleasure. Having kept us like a bunch of caged animals, he had us fitted for his purpose every hour of the day or night.
With a woman roommate, he knew we'd succumb to feeling sympathy for each other. With a desire for some human feeling, we'd express this in sexual lesbian terms, making us into lezzies at the flick of a door latch.
He'd keep us well fed, well-groomed, provide saunas, steam rooms, pools where they could pick us and where we could keep in the trim. But the psychological aspect of the sadistic female had to be authentic. By making us feel hate and rage, hate for him, rage for our cage status, he knew we'd wield whips like no other sadists; it was for real.
I kept my whip slashing away at his body. The red blood was pouring down his back, streaming down his buttocks. His pleas for me to stop were of no avail. I was going to teach him a thing or two about a sadist.
I looked in the mirror and saw my body was flushed crimson. I was turned-on, exhilarated, high.
"Wow! She's the best damned whipper we've had," the blonde man exclaimed.
"She's too damned good," the dark-skinned man interjected. "For God's sake, don't whip any more."
But now that he really wanted me to stop, I wanted to continue. To hell with playing games. This pleasure was for real.
"There it is," I smiled, slashing it brutally across his bleeding butt. "Discipline. Ohhh, baby, you've got to learn it."
The whip came down again, tearing into his flesh. I laughed excitedly. The blonde man was getting nervous.
"Maybe that's enough," he said softly.
"Maybe it isn't enough," I shot back, tightening my lips and plowing into him. "Maybe he needs a lot more."
The whipping went on until the blonde man leaped to me and grabbed me, pulling the whip away.
"Ohhh, thank you, thank you," the dark-skinned man sighed in relief.
"Lick the blood off him," the blonde man said fiercely. "You made him a bloody mess. Now, lick it off and put something on his wounds. Dig?"
From the way he gripped me I knew he meant business.
I licked. The taste of his blood sickened me at first. Once I got past the revulsion I found I had a taste for it. It was good. Licking it, I looked behind to see the blonde brute, licking at my buttocks.
"Just going to eat your ass out while you suck his blood off," he smiled.
"Oh, sure, honey," I said, returning to licking at his wounded back and lacerated ass.
Eating the blood, I deliberately made loud, sucking sounds to stimulate him all the more. If this was what he dug, he'd have it.
"Suck it, suck my blood," he begged quietly. I licked away until his back was clean. And when I began on his ass, I hit upon the great idea of sucking his asshole while mine was being sucked. To make the stimulation complete, I reached around and held his dick while I licked.
"I'll diddle you while I eat your ass," the blonde man suggested, noticing my sex improvisation idea.
The asshole tasted good, driving my tongue in and out I found he soon was thrusting up to meet my tongue-thrusts. I made it a point to grind my ass while the man sucked it and now and then to throw it full into his face.
"I'm coming," I gasped, when I felt his diddling bringing me to climax. He slipped underneath me swiftly and sucked my pussy. I knew the cock I was massaging was almost there and I told him to turn over so I could suck on it. He accommodated me quickly and let me suck him off. As I ate his cum, his partner ate my pussy.
When I was back in the room with Gloria I couldn't wait to tell her what I'd discovered about myself.
"You know, baby, I'm finally warped ... they succeeded."
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
"They made me one of them," I laughed. "I dig pain. I like to get it, I like to give it."
CHAPTER NINE
A couple of days went by with no assignments. Gloria and I decided out of sheer boredom to drop into Nick's plush pad unexpectedly. But his reaction was almost as though he had expected us.
His eyes were aglow with new ideas on how to make it. And we were off and running.
"Why don't you screw my asshole while I eat her ass?" he suggested.
"How inventive," I complimented him, "but I lack the one essential for ass-fucking ... a pecker."
"If I wanted a pecker up my ass I'd have the Mexican fag in here," he laughed. "No, baby, I want you!"
Pointing to dildo on a chair in the corner I realized he hadn't forgotten a thing. I got up, walked over and picked up the straps. Slowly I put the apparatus on and watched Gloria arch her sweet ass up for him to eat.
Once I had it on I walked back to him. He looked all excited, and spread his ass for me.
"Raise your asshole up so I can get a good thrust," I demanded.
Promptly he responded. With his ass arched just right, I mounted him. I spread some lubricant on from a small tube he placed near the strap.
Greasing the plastic prick I got ready to stab his asshole. The pleasure would be all mine; in more ways than one.
"Ohhh, that looks nice," he glowed.
"Sure it does," I told him, driving it hard up his asshole. He almost jumped off the bed. I got a big charge out of watching him squirm.
"Ohhh, I dig that, I dig that ... fuck my ass, fuck it good."
Driving it in and out as hard as I knew how I had the pleasure of driving pain up his asshole with every fucking push.
Gloria's spread butt was getting a royal licking. Nick's long tongue slid up it and he tongue-fucked her real hard.
"Keep that action up," I told him, "that's beautiful."
His face was buried in her butt. Apparently he dug eating ass as much as he did cunt.
Reaching under his thrusting ass, I massaged his nuts. He enjoyed that too. I managed to get my hand under him so I could play with his penis while I drove the dildo up his ass. He continued licking Gloria's ass, oblivious it seemed to my penis massage and dildo thrusts.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, "Keep fucking my asshole. Keep fucking ... ohhh, I like it. I like it...."
When my cockthrusts continued, he kept ooohhhing and ahhhing until he shot his wad. Weird as it may seem, this was what brought him off ... eating a gal's ass, getting a dildo driven up his ass and my stroking him to climax.
"You're two of the nicest girls in the place," he complimented us both.
"Thanks, Nick," Gloria said softly.
"Thank you, Nick," I said coldly, unable to mask my burning hostility. Try as I would to pretend I dug him, my rage refused to be hidden and surfaced.
"You don't like me, do you?"
"No."
"You hadn't oughta talk back to me," he said tightly, biting his lip nervously.
I didn't say another word. I just stared at him. He got the point.
"Maybe you haven't had enough discipline."
For the first time fear swept through me. The awful nightmare of the initiation room flashed through my mind. I hated him. He was a beast.
"Maybe I can help teach you," he smiled grimly, rising. Walking to the closet he looked around a moment. Soon he produced a cat and nine tails. Gloria got off the bed.
"Lie there," Nick commanded me, when I started to rise. The look in his eye, the tone of his voice all told me not to cross him now.
The bite of the whip lashed across my exposed breasts. I could hardly stand the awful sting.
"See, baby," he grinned, "This little friend of mine here, my whip," he gloated, "always teaches my girls not to play games with Nick."
With rage filling his face, the monster in him surfaced and overtook whatever shreds of goodness that might be left in him.
Over and over he bore down with the cruel lash on my body. The terrible pain burned my breasts.
I cried out in anguish, "Ohhh, Nick, please quit torturing me ... please...."
"Don't cry out, take your pain," he said tightly, his eyes flashing, his breath short.
He raised the whip, waiting for me to shudder, and when I did, brought it down with sex-monster might. I drifted into near unconsciousness. I could only remember Gloria's pained expression as I focused on her, trying so hard not to even see Nick, hoping ignoring him would somehow blot him out of my tortured brain.
I took the pain silently. But I vowed I'd get out of his hellhole now. I'd had it. When I was near collapse, he smiled, and walked angrily out of the room.
Gloria held me closely, kissing me, trying to comfort me. I loved her for her care and protection and despised him for what he'd done to me.
We kissed each other passionately. We got up off the bed and walked back to our room. We held each other tightly all night long. The next day, there was the same routine. Keep the body beautiful, sauna, steam-room and swim.
Finally the evening came and the Mexican houseboy Manuel came gliding in with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"What's up?"
"Sex," he smiled. "Peckers are always up when they come to this sadistic whorehouse."
"You need a good fucking," I told him flatly.
"I get mine," he winked. "Up yours," I winked back, giving him the finger.
"How'd you like to run your dirty old tongue up there and eat choice ass?"
"Thank God Nick hasn't made me submit to the top torture ... fucking you," I laughed.
"Get dressed in your black boots and pearls around your titties and twat," he grinned, "and bring your whip along."
"That sounds just great," I smiled, hunting for my pearls and putting on my boots.
"Oh, you look sexy," he grinned, when I finished placing the pearl beads over my twat.
"Shame you aren't straight, I'd let you eat it."
"Honey," he laughed, "I'll eat your twat, when you eat my ass."
"That's a deal," I assured him.
I followed him into the room where my surprise was waiting for me. I gasped. There stood a naked Negro who must have been at least seven feet tall.
His huge penis was stretched out and I thought I'd never seen anything like it. I felt sure if he stuffed it in me it would slide out of my mouth.
"Hi," he smiled. I gulped, "Hi."
Manuel turned to wink, "Have fun."
I could have beaten the little bastard. He got out quickly. Stepping over to the door the Negro locked it.
"How about whipping my bare ass?" he smiled.
"I'd love to," I told him, hoping to hell he didn't expect democratic sex, and ask me to let him whip my bare butt. He got on the bed, lying on his stomach. His smooth black ass looked up to me and he turned, "Whip it, honey. I dig it."
I brought the whip down on his butt.
"Ohhh, I like that," he smiled.
Over and over I brought the whip down on his bare ass. He howled in pain, but smiled through all the whip lashes.
And then he turned to ask, "Honey, suck it for me."
"Suck it ... eat my black prick ... eat that cock."
He pinned me to his penis with his great black hands. Breathing heavily he kept pumping his cock to me.
"Suck it, come on and suck it," he spit tightly.
The huge pecker kept its thrusting action going. In and out it glided until I felt I could hardly keep it in my mouth without vomiting.
And then he came, the sperm splashing all directions.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful, that's beautiful," he gasped. "Eat my black prick ... eat it up."
He shot what seemed like gallons of the thick, sticky stuff. I ate him down. Finally he allowed me to pull my mouth off his pecker.
"Let me eat you now," he panted excitedly. I straddled his huge chest. He pulled the beads off my twat in a second and reached around to grab the globes of my ass to pull me closer.
"Suck my cunt," I commanded.
His tongue reached way inside me and I got a licking job like I'd never had before.
"Suck it out, eat my pussy," I told him.
He eagerly sucked on it, licking up and down my clit, probing, searching, lavishing long tongue-strokes on my cunt. To add to his excitement he reached up and pulled my bra pearls off and squeezed my titties, pinching the nipples excitedly.
"Ohhh, that's nice," I panted, "keep it up."
The pinching was almost killing me, but I'd learned long ago to fake all feeling. If he knew it hurt, he'd pinch them harder. The object was to obtain pleasure from my pain.
"Eat it, eat it."
He was gripping my titties so hard I wanted to gush to end it in the worst way.
"Suck that pussy, eat it out."
He finally got his mouth full of cum as I unloaded in his mouth. Hungrily, greedily sucking, he licked me clean.
"You're a good lover, baby," I smiled.
"I'm hard again," he grinned. My face fell.
"Now, I'll try it up your asshole," he grinned. "I dig ass-fucking."
"Ass is tighter than cunt," he laughed, as he flipped me over. I got on all fours to help ease the huge tool in. He got behind me.
"Now just relax."
Hell, who could relax with a thing like that poised to split them in half. Nice! "You like it?"
"Always dig a pecker up my ass," I laughed lightly. His huge tool rammed to my anal ring. It wouldn't open.
"Maybe we should grease it," I suggested.
"Not a bad idea," he said, putting out his palm and spitting in it. Rubbing spit around his huge cock head, he spit again and rubbed it around my asshole.
Slippery now, he got in line for the thrust. With one mighty jab it slid up my asshole. I felt myself splitting as he slid it in and out. Glancing in the mirror I could see the blood oozing from my ass while he fucked. But this didn't lessen his lusty pleasure. If anything it turned him on all the more.
"Fuck it," he said tightly, "Fuck it, fuck it good." In and out he drove his dagger-tool.
"Keep it movin'," he panted, "Ohhh, throw your ass back to me. Let me get it in there and fuck it."
"Ohhh, God," I cried. He slapped my ass, paying no attention. "Ride a good ass," he chuckled. "Oh, baby, grind that ass. Fuck it, fuck it ... faster, faster."
I threw my ass to meet his thrust, hoping to speed the orgasm. Anything to get the huge tool out of my asshole.
"Baby, you're a beautiful ass fucker," he panted.
"Faster, faster."
With mindless movements, I rammed it back to meet his thrust.
"Ohhh, I like it, I like it," he gasped. His huge black pecker exploded. Cum shot inside me.
"Ahhh, ohhh, bitchin', bitchin'," he bellowed as he kept his huge pecker shooting its load.
Pulling it out, he slapped me playfully.
"Wasn't that great fuckin'?"
"Oh, yes," I laughed, "I enjoyed it."
I wondered what he'd like to finish off his little entertainment.
"Ever get the circle thrill?" he smiled.
"No, big doll, what's that?"
"I'll show you," he said, walking over to the closet and returning with a strange circle affair. He slipped it into place in one buttock and I nearly jumped off the bed.
"Oh, God, what in hell are you doing now?"
"I thought you got training," he said in surprise. "Chicks who work here suppose to dig pain."
"I was faking," I lied. "We're supposed to howl to make you happy, dig?"
"I dig." he laughed, reaching over to slip the circle pin affair into my other buttock.
This tune I managed to control myself.
"Honey, you supposed to howl," he objected to my silence.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I slipped."
"I take care of that," he smiled.
He did too. He shoved the circle pins into my foot and I howled like I'd flipped my wig. Hoping he'd let me get mine, pricking him with a circle of ten pins, I asked, "Baby, can I do that to your ass?"
"What you talkin' about?"
"I didn't know but you were masochist ..one of them cool cats that digs pain."
"I'm one of them cool cats that gives pain, not gets," he grinned. "Nice."
"Turn over, so I turn on," he insisted. Flipping over, I saw him eyeing my titties. God, no, I thought. All he needs to do is slip those damned circles of needles into my tender titties.
"Mmmm, good," he grinned, reaching out and letting the circle of pins slip into my breast.
"You're hurting me."
"Well, I hope so," he smiled.
The circle pin slipped from one breast to the other as he grinned in satisfaction.
"Why don't you jerk my old black dick off while I have my jollies?"
"Fun, baby," I smiled, until I felt the ten pins pushing into my tender flesh.
"Pump it faster."
I jerked his huge penis faster as he kept on turning on, poking pins in my titties. The quicker I pulled on his pecker, the swifter he moved his hands from one breast to another. The pain didn't seem as horrible as before. I'd grown accustomed to the ugly torture and with his huge penis leaping at me, his eyes gleaming, his hand slipping back and forth, one breast to the other I became submerged in sexual sadism and enjoyed it.
"Ahhh, baby, keep jerking," he smiled. "We are having a ball ... a ball, baby, that's what we're having ... keep jerking."
The huge slippery black penis kept going in and out as I pumped it.
"Ohhh, baby, eat it," he said, as the tool started to explode. Swiftly I got my mouth clamped on his cock, just the head of it, and sucked his juices in.
Then it was my turn. "Suck my cunt," I demanded, "suck, suck, suck it!"
How he sucked, his body was streaming with sweat, he licked, nibbled, and ate at me until I came.
"Eat my dirty pussy, eat it up, eat it," I urged him. He didn't require much urging. His anxious mouth became a human suction cup as he ate my juices.
Finishing, he smiled, and lay there, nestled in my crotch, holding me contentedly. I was glad he didn't ask for any more sex. My bloody breasts, my bloody ass couldn't take much more of his ten inch prick. So nice of considerate Nick to think of me. I couldn't wait to figure out some way to return the favor.
