Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands; the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-all must act without past experience to guide them. All must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a positive or a negative experience.
In this story, Celeste Hopkins finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her neighbors, she not only meets their sexual demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Celeste is forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by her own moral code.
SEX SLAVE NEIGHBOR-a shocking story of a young woman's reactions under tremendous stress. Yet who are we to judge her actions?
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, Jezus, Rita, you've got your mouth full of my hot throbbing prick and I think I'm about to lose my mind!"
Rita laughed. Long, black hair swished around her shoulders as her face bobbed up and down on his prick. The whole kitchen was filled with the sounds of loud slurps as she face-fucked Ed's prick. The small halter that she had worn when she had called him over with the excuse of a leaky faucet was around her waist.
Her huge tits, firm and succulent brown melons, danced on her chest with the nipples swollen and almost black.
"Oh yeah, baby!" Ed Hopkins groaned, his knees weak from the pleasure. "Suck on it! Wash down my fucking cock!"
Rita was on her knees in the center of the kitchen floor. The tile was hard but she barely noticed, used as she was to sucking hot cum out of the cock of Frank-her husband-while he ate his breakfast eggs. Sometimes he even fucked her right there on the table.
But first things first-right now her problem was to convince Ed that he just couldn't miss tomorrow night's neighborhood party. For without Ed, there would be no Celeste, that delicious young bitch with the marvelous body. And Celeste was to be this weekend's prize-the slave who would serve them all.
Rita's mouth was formed in a circle, wrapped around jerking, stiff prick. The underside of the cock-head scraped back and forth along her velvety tongue. Already drops of pre-cum had spilled from his pisshole, washing back through the saliva she was bathing his prickshaft with, and bringing a sweet taste to her tongue. Her lips clenched tighter and she drew in her cheeks to add pressure all along the side of the cock-shaft. Her left hand crawled over her crumpled pile of his clothing on the floor around his ankles then up the inside of his right thigh. Heavy balls in their loose fleshy sac bounced against the inside of his legs. Her fingers took them, separating one of the sensitive marbles from the other. Then she slowly squeezed it and rolled it in her hand.
Ed lifted up on his toes and his prick seemed to grow another inch on her tongue. It was already eight inches and thick, certainly enough to fill up her mouth.
She caught both of his balls in one hand and slowly pulled back her lips. When only the cockhead was inside her mouth, she caught the flesh with her teeth and began to blow air over it.
"God fucking almighty!" Ed groaned. "Your breath feels as hot as fire. Who knew I'd have a neighbor like you who wouldn't mind sucking some cock."
"Maybe there's a lot you don't know about your neighbors." Rita laughed softly as she pulled her face away from his prick, catching the throbbing cock-shaft in her right hand to stroke it with the inside of her fist.
"They can't all be like you," he said, rubbing at the side of her black, thick hair with one hand. He really wished she'd get back to sucking since his balls were about to explode.
"You'd be surprised how many are, though," Rita insisted. "In fact, we're a real closed group, kind of like a neighborhood association, and not just everybody gets invited to join. You ought to consider yourself lucky, Ed-you and Celeste."
"Ummmmm," Ed muttered. He wasn't going to feel lucky until he bathed this little bitch with a mouthful of scalding cum.
"In fact, we're having one of our regular get-togethers tomorrow night and we've voted to let you and Celeste come," Rita continued. "Joan, from across the street, and her husband were the last ones to join and she's getting a little tired of being the newest one. You see, the newest woman is kind of low on the totem pole, and has to put up with certain things."
Damn! She was driving him wild. That crazy flick of her wrist as she was jacking him off was almost making him blow his mind. If she didn't get back to tongue-bathing that horny prick, he was going to shoot cum all over her kitchen walls.
"Ummmm, I'll talk to Celeste and maybe we can come," Ed said, wrapping his fingers around the back of her head and urging her face toward his cock. "But right now, why don't we get back to what we were doing before?"
Her voice was smooth velvet, but lurking beneath it was a bite. She squeezed his prick with her hand so hard that it hurt. "Maybe I'll get back to eating your cock when I hear you promise that you and Celeste will come tomor row night."
Who could turn down a deal like that? Hell, he'd come and drag Celeste along, who knows, he might even have some fun. Celeste was meek enough to go along with whatever she had to put up with. After all, how bad could it be? Make the punch? Clean out the aslitrays? Shit, no big deal-especially when it meant that he got to blow his nuts into this vacuum-mouthed bitch.
"We'll be there with bells on our toes, just tell me where and what time," Ed finally promised.
"Down at the Moseley's at eight-thirty," she said, licking around her lips with her tongue.
"And what are we supposed to wear?" he asked, anxious to get back to fucking her face.
"Anything you want, honey child." She snickered. Now her eyes looked like those of a cat. "It won't matter at all."
And with that, her face plunged onto his prick, driving the swollen cock-head clear to the back of her throat. Her mouth closed over his prick-shaft, and drove Ed toward his peak. When she sucked hard to increase the friction then began pistoning her mouth on his cock, the burly man arched his naked hips toward the woman's face to drive his prick-head halfway into her throat. Suddenly his balls grew bigger as the sac grew firmer and tight. An explosion built inside him as Rita sucked with all of her might.
The first hot splash of sticky cum blasted into the back of her mouth, and she moaned with animal-like pleasure as she sucked the thick glob of it down. As the juice slithered down her throat, another jet of cum was already on the way. It filled her mouth and washed back along his prick, but she managed to trap all of it with her lips. She gulped, swallowing spurt after spurt, letting none of the sticky stuff escape to drip out onto the floor.
* * *
Jack and Zelda lived on the other side of Ed and Celeste from Rita and her husband. Jack's cock had become raging hard inside his denim jeans just thinking about the neighborhood get-together planned at the Mosely's for that Friday night.
But in the meantime, Jack and Rita had devised a plan, one that insured Jack of the first whack at the tight new pussy. While Rita was doing her part and convincing Ed to come to the party, Jack was walking out his front gate and around to Celeste's yard. He followed the driveway to the back of the house, then stepped up on the porch and banged on the screen door with the side of his hand.
"Hey, Ed, you in there?" he called, keeping his voice down so it wouldn't be heard next door. The main door was opened, and the kitchen was shadowy beyond the screen, making everything vague and indistinct. Slowly a white form, like a small cloud, moved into the kitchen from the front room.
"Come on, Ed, open up," Jack said, rattling the screen door against its lock.
"Ed, is that you?"
Jack's cock leaped like a rocket. It was so damned stiff it felt like the steel barrel of a gun. He had known that it would be Celeste who would come to the door, but how she looked still almost sent him into shock.
She was small for a woman yet big for a girl, caught in that short span of years when adolescence had kissed her goodbye and maturity had yet to move in. She had married young only the year before.
"Come on, Celeste. Let me in," Jack said, rattling the door again. "I'm over here to take a look at that sticking drawer that Ed asked me to fix."
Before she realized it, she had flicked off the lock. The tips of her fingers touched her lower lip and she took a couple of steps back. But what was she worried about, she wondered. It was only Jack, their neighbor. She had laughed and shared Jack's charred hamburgers with him and his wife, Zelda, all summer when they'd gotten together in the backyard.
She looks like a teenager, Jack thought. A goddamn teenager! Tits no bigger than teacups beneath that, that ... whatever she's wearing. Oh, shit! It's a man's fucking T-shirt and the little bitch ain't got a damn thing on underneath!
Something about the way he appeared made her feel funny, and Celeste finally realized that it was his eyes. He wasn't looking at her in the face as he should, instead he was staring lower than that. She glanced down. When she realized what she had done, she gasped. Ed had felt like having sex a little while before and she had reluctantly gone along, and when they had gotten back up, she had slipped on one of his T-shirts instead of getting dressed.
"Oh, Jack, I'm sorry," she mumbled, reaching down and catching the hem of the shirt in her hands. She pulled it down to hide the tops of her thighs. "Let me run and-"
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he growled at her, stepping to the side to block the doorway into the living room. "Stop worrying about flashing a little pussy, and show me that sticky drawer."
Celeste was too stunned to answer. There was a neighbor-a man-in her kitchen alone with her and talking about seeing her pussy as if he thought she planned on showing it to him all along.
Finally she found her voice. "Ed is right outside. He could step back in here at any minute."
"Ed went over to Rita's!" Jack laughed loudly. "And, if I know her, he ain't gonna be back for a while. Now, do you want me to fix that drawer or not?"
"No, I don't," she answered, and tried to edge toward the doorway to the living room again. But each time she drew close to it, Jack stepped over and blocked the way.
"That's fine with me." He grinned. "I'd rather check out that cunt of yours, anyway. If I get real ambitious, I may even core it out and grease it up so it'll work better than that drawer."
That was too much. Celeste broke and ran. But Jack was too quick for her and a husky arm caught her around the waist on the way to the doorway and swung her back into the kitchen. Her bare feet slipped on the tile on the floor and she stumbled, falling face-down halfway onto the top of the table. Before she could find the floor with her feet again, Jack was across the room planting a large palm on the back of her neck.
"Hey, look what we've got here," he laughed. "About the nicest-looking ass I've seen in years. Goddamn ass-cheeks look so creamy that I just want to lick them all over and run my face right between their crack."
"Noooo!" Celeste shrieked, trying to reach back and pull the shirt down over her naked ass. Its hem had pulled all the way to her waist when she had fallen forward and the entire lower half of her body was exposed. A beefy fist slammed into one of her arms then battered the other one too, driving her hands away from her ass.
"That's better," he growled, grabbing a huge hunk of ass-flesh with one hand. His fingers clamped down painfully as he dragged her asscheeks to the side.
"Ah, looky there," he laughed. "There's a cute little asshole peeking out. It's puckered up just like it wants a kiss. And there's that cute little pussy that we were talking about and it only has a little bit of hair."
"You can't do this to me!" Celeste squealed. "Not in my kitchen!"
His other hand tightened on her neck. Her head was jerked up then slammed down. Her forehead crushed into the wooden top of the table sharply enough to make her ears ring.
"Anywhere and in any way that I want to, cunt!" he hissed. "You remember that. And if I hear any more from you, I'm going to give you something to really scream about."
Fear pierced her, riding from her throat clear down to her ass. Her heart was beating so hard u she worried about whether it would stop. All the time, a calloused hand was marauding all over the tender flesh of her ass. As the hand moved, thick fingers prodded at her asshole and pussy, pinching flesh as often as not. Never had Celeste been so humiliated or so abused, and there was absolutely nothing that she could do except pray that Ed would come back in and rescue her from the evil man they had somehow considered their friend.
"That asshole looks good enough to fuck," Jack muttered, rubbing at the puckered little bud with his thumb. "I bet that shitter would strangle a man's prick when it's corn-holing out that ass!"
Her fear became sheer panic. Surely he wouldn't try to do that! Just the thought of it made her flesh feel like it was beginning to tear and her whole guts rumble inside.
"But it's cunt-hole I want right now," he added. "And there's a pretty little fucker right here in front of my eyes."
Wild thoughts flashed through her. Unless Ed came back in a hurry, Celeste's pussy was going to be reamed out by another man's prick.
"Let's see how hot that little pussy is," he growled, and Celeste felt a thick thumb probe between her pussy-lips. Pushing inside the slit, the tip of his thumb lined up with the mouth of her cunt-hole then easily slipped right in.
"What the hell?" Jack laughed. "Your cunt's wetter that shit!"
He sloshed his thumb around, driving it back and forth a few times, then popped it out of her cunt. His hand lifted away from her and she heard him sniff deeply.
"It's fucking cum!" he exclaimed. "That pussy of yours has been gnawing on prick. You goddamn slut! Fucking around in the middle of the day. I'll give that cunt-hole some more good, hard cock and mix in a wad of cum of my own."
"Noooo!" Celeste whimpered, but already she could hear his belt and his zipper give way. His pants thudded heavily to the floor. The next thing she felt was the blunt end of a hot, fuckpole being jammed between the lips of her cunt.
"Don't fuck me!" she wailed as his hand left the back of her neck. Heavy fingers wrapped around the back of her legs and rolled them outward, forcing her ass to arch and totally expose the gash of her cunt. The cock-head was like steel centered on her pussy-hole, and Jack grunted and shoved. Three inches of fuck-pole, much thicker than Ed's, rammed its way into her cunt.
She cried when she felt herself impaled. The size of his cock spread the mouth of her pussy. It scraped along the inner cunt-walls like a stake in a hole too small. Suddenly another three inches were thrust inside.
She gasped. She had never felt a cock so big. As the rest of it was slowly forced into her cunthole, its bulk filled her up. The inside of her pussy was stretched from end to end, and the cock-head was battering at the closed door of her womb.
"How's that, baby!" Jack exclaimed. "How's that for big, hard, raunchy cock?"
Too much, too much, Celeste thought wildly. How could she be raped in her own home, in her own kitchen, on her own table, for heaven's sake? And by a man that only yesterday she and her husband had called friend, who must have somehow gone totally insane.
"You can get cock like this anytime you want it," Jack growled as he began to piston his throbbing prick in Celeste's hot pussy. "Miles and miles of hard cock in your cunt, in your mouth, up your asshole. If you want it, there's even a little pussy to lick."
What is he talking about? Celeste wondered in a daze. None of it was clear enough to make sense except the brutal blows of his thundering prick. He hammered, he rammed, he shoved, he pounded-nothing at all like the slow, gliding strokes that she knew from being fucked by her husband's prick.
She grunted, feeling all of that hard fuckshaft slam home clear to the depths of her cunt.
A storm stirred in her own guts that she didn't want to understand.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Jack hissed, and ten fingers bit into her flesh.
His hands hauled her ass back, spreading her pussy so the strokes went even deeper as his cock swelled and began to erupt.
"Here it comes!" he howled, and a wet, sticky heat blasted into her pussy, then pulsed and pulsed again. Celeste gasped as she felt her cunt explode in reaction as she trembled violently atop the table. A thick but softening cockshaft slipped greasily from her cunt. She seemed to glide, then suddenly she shook herself back. By the time she had groaned and pushed up from the table, Jack was gone, out the door, as if he had never been.
CHAPTER TWO
Celeste slipped her finger along her tiny pussy. The hot fuck-flesh felt like such a strange, crazy thing. How could so many delicious tingles be packed into such a small place?
She should have told Ed about what Jack had done. That much was for certain. It wasn't right to be raped in the middle of the day, right there in her own kitchen, then not breathe a word of it to her husband. She was ashamed of herself for not confiding in Ed, and she wasn't sure just why she hadn't. All she knew was that by the time Ed had come back into the house, she had cleaned up and was already dressed.
Now she stretched her toes in the bath. She was short enough to lean back against the curved end and still not touch the faucets and drain. It made the tub feel so much bigger.
Daintily, she plucked up a corner of the wash cloth and pulled it up between her legs. By lying back, she could drag the whole length of it smoothly along her pussy-gash. No doubt-the shivers and chills and sparks were still there. Just like they had been yesterday just a few minutes after the rape. Those crazy little tingles still hadn't left her, and even overnight hadn't chased them away.
Maybe if she rubbed right there for a few seconds, then that pesky tingle would go away.
"Oh, Lawdy," she groaned, leaning back against the end of the tub and closing her eyes as she stroked the side of her clit with her finger.
When she had been in school, her blonde hair had been cropped short, but Ed liked it long so it had been growing for more than a year and now it brushed soft waves against the tops of shoulders, which were almost the color of heavy cream. Her brows and lashes were fair, and both her mouth and nose appeared carved in miniature to match her beautiful, dainty face. Her tits were firm and small-handfuls for herself but not for Ed-and were topped by nipples almost always firm, barely a darker pink than the surrounding skin. Her creamy loins led down to a pussy-mound that was only sparsely covered with golden hair. Her cunt-lips showed through as if the tresses weren't there.
The surface of the bathwater lapped like a tongue at her pussy, whispering up against her clit. There the water swirled around the finger that was rubbing against the side of her clit, adding even more excitement to the touch.
Suddenly her finger froze and Celeste opened her eyes and gulped. She lifted her hand. She smiled, then kissed the tip of her finger.
"I better put you away or I'll be here all night," she said out loud with a smile. "Ed is impatient enough as it is to get to that party."
* * *
Celeste knew she was in trouble from the first when the Mosely's door was opened by the vivacious Wanda in all her red-haired splendor dressed in a leather outfit that clung to her ample curves. Celeste barely knew Wanda Mosely, in truth had actually avoided her. The large woman, built like an Amazon, was almost a foot taller than Celeste and just the sight of her had always intimidated the smaller woman.
And seeing her ass-cheeks peeking out from beneath the leather skirt didn't help matters a bit.
"Here's our little birds," the large woman called, more to the people behind her in the house than to the couple she was greeting. "You know everyone, so come on in and relax."
Wanda stepped to the side and Celeste reluctantly moved through the front door, pushed more by Ed's hand in her back than carried by her own feet. She had tried talking him out of coming to the party, reluctant after the rape to be anywhere Jack might show up, but she'd been unable to convince him without telling what his neighbor had done.
The inside of the house was darker than she had expected, lit mostly by candles and red light bulbs which had replaced the normal ones. The large living room looked like a dark drawing room of an old castle with shadows lurking in every corner. The candles flickered, making the flesh of the people seem to dance as Celeste looked around.
She knew them all. These people were her neighbors, none of them living more than three or four houses away. But the way they were dressed sent a chill through her and made her feel suddenly out of place.
There was Rita, her neighbor, with her tight body and enormous firm tits tucked into a tiny black dress, little more than a slip with the top showing part of the circles of black nipples and the bottom creeping up over her magnificent hips. Rita wore dark hose but no panties, and even in the dimness, Celeste could see the outline of her brambled pussy-patch.
Beside her on the couch sat her lanky, hard-bodied husband, Frank. His wind-blown sandy hair and broad smile made him look almost like an overgrown boy.
On the other side of Rita was Bill Moseley, Wanda's husband, and Celeste had never seen such a mismatched pair. While Wanda was big and loud, Bill was quiet and small, just four or five inches taller than the diminutive Celeste and a half head shorter than his wife.
Across the room was Jack and his blonde European wife. The large husky Jack was sitting in a chair with Zelda perched in a swishy silk gown on the floor by his feet. He was crude and loud, but Zelda with long blonde hair flowing to her waist was always proper, almost prim. Celeste didn't remember ever seeing her smile.
The last couple in the room was Joan and Ralph from across the street. Ralph was a studious sort of guy, a teacher of English at the local community college, with dark-brown hair combed straight back on the sides and a nose that hinted at the Roman. His wife, Joan, had the body of a thoroughbred, long lean lines that seemed to flow from top to bottom. Straight brown hair, parted in the middle, draped down across her shoulders and onto the front of her body, which was clad only in a miniscule leather bikini, too revealing to ever be worn at the beach.
"I think we better get out of here!" Celeste whispered urgently to her husband as they reached the entrance to the living room.
His hand wrapped tightly around the top part of her arm, his fingers digging in. "We just got here, Celeste. It'd be rude to leave now."
"But the men just have leather briefs on," she groaned. "A couple of vests, but nothing else."
Ed glanced around. Celeste was right. Every man in the room wore skimpy leather shorts that clutched at his cock and balls. A zipper to open the crotch area was built into each. A couple of the men also wore black leather vests but certainly nothing else.
"Maybe it's a costume party," Ed offered. "Hell, they should have told me-I would have tried to find an outfit like that for myself."
Jack was leering at her, undressing her with his eyes. Celeste noticed and tried to look away. The thin cotton gown, its hem almost to her ankles, didn't feel like it offered much protection.
When her husband pulled her into the living room, the chance of gracefully escaping was gone. Everyone rose from their seats and started milling around, with Celeste and Ed the center of attention. Celeste found herself surrounded by leather-clad and slinky attired bodies that seemed to exude some crazy kind of heat.
The palm of a hand slid down her right asscheek, rubbing the cloth against her skin. When she looked around, only Wanda and Joan were behind her and neither was paying any attention.
I didn't imagine that, she told herself. Somebody rubbed my ass! Before she could return her eyes to the front, somebody had squeezed her left tit. Then fingers, long and soft with brightly scarlet nails, closed around Celeste's wrist and slowly pulled her from the crowd. It was Wanda. Beside Celeste, Ed was being pulled from the throng by Zelda.
Wanda looked down at Celeste. "Come on. Let's go somewhere where it's quiet so you can catch your breath."
Celeste didn't want to. Something about the idea sent a chill through her bones. But with Ed now gone, she felt cut off and trapped with a group of neighbors she had thought she had known before but now realized she didn't understand. Everyone now seemed so different, so strange. At least going with Wanda would reduce the strangers to one, rather than trying to cope with the whole bunch.
She followed Wanda down the hall. The house was enormous, the biggest on the block. Celeste had known that it was oversized, but she hadn't realized how far back it went. The hall took a turn to the right and Wanda led her to the end where she threw open a doorway to a large room.
Celeste gasped as she entered. Her hand flew to her mouth and her teeth clamped down painfully on a finger. She tried to back out into the hallway but the Amazon behind her quickly blocked the way.
"I don't want to go in there!" Celeste cried as Wanda continued to push. Slowly the smaller girl's feet slid then caught clumsily and she crumbled onto the carpet. She heard behind her the slam of the door then the snick of the lock as Wanda bolted them inside.
The room amazed her, overpowered her. On the walls, framed expensively into pictures, were oversized photographs blown up into massive gritty detail of men and women doing the lewdest, most unimaginable things. Here a cock slid juicily into the hot moisture of a woman's sucking mouth. Over there a telephone pole of raging prick drilled the expanse of a forested and gaping pussy, which had already swallowed half of that fuck-monster down. And beyond that, globs and sticky strings of scalding cum erupted from the piss-hole of a mighty prick to splash into a woman's awe-struck face. And sitting right in the middle of that demented visual display was a huge bed like some kind of crazy throne with the ceiling above it decked out in mirrors.
"Let me out of here!" Celeste trilled, both palms pushing against the floor. She turned toward Wanda, and saw the red-haired Amazon towering above her like a goddess with fiery pussy-hair peeking from beneath the thick hem of the leather skirt.
"You look up my skirt at my cunt as much as you want, you little slut," Wanda hissed at her. "You'll see a whole hell of a lot more of it before you're through!"
"No!" Celeste exclaimed as Wanda reached for her, snaring her around the arm. The strength of the big woman was almost beyond belief as she yanked a reluctant Celeste to her feet. Large hands seemed to attack the smaller girl, and Celeste tried to ward off the flurries with her arms. But it was her shoulders, not her face, that the fingers were bound for, where they grabbed and ripped off the straps. Celeste screamed in panic, clutching her arms tightly to her sides to catch the falling garment, but she wasn't in time to keep the material from tumbling from her tits. The small mounds of titflesh quivered in the open air of the room, the swollen nipples bulging seductively on top.
"Petite little teacups!" Wanda laughed sharply and loudly. "If I tried, I think I could get every bit of one of those tits inside my mouth."
A woman! Why would a woman want to suck her tits?
"Let's see what you're hiding," Wanda said, reaching to the side of the belt of her leather skirt for a short riding crop that Celeste hadn't noticed. The shaft was a midnight black as deep as that of the leather garment. The whip was thin and tightly bound in rawhide, and limber enough to do the job.
Wanda slashed it across the front of Celeste's tits. The shaft caught both nipples, stinging them with fire. A red welt sprang immediately across both mounds of tit-flesh and showed where the crop had slashed.
"Ouch!" Celeste cried in pain. Her hands leaped for the damaged tits, pulling her elbows away from her sides. The material of her gown whispered down the rest of her naked body to collapse to the floor below. In an instant, Celeste stood totally naked except for the shoes on her feet.
"Not bad." Wanda grinned as she looked over the smaller, younger woman. The skin was creamy and unbelievably tight, and if her tits were small, so was the rest of her body. That would mean that she'd have a clutching little pussy, maybe even tight enough to squeeze on Wanda's tongue. But that would come later. First Wanda had to teach the little bitch some rules.
When the tip of the riding crop ran down the puffy slit of Celeste's pouting pussy, the younger woman stepped back to get out of reach of the awful thing. Her tits still burned where they had been struck, and she had no desire for the same to happen to her cunt. But before she could get very far away, the backs of her legs bumped into the side of the bed.
Wanda laughed, the sound of it making Celeste's blood run cold. She had done just what the older woman had wanted by moving next to the bed. In a flash, Wanda was on her, knocking her totally senseless. As her head swam, she was rolled to her stomach and cold metal clamps were snapped to her wrists. Her shoes were twisted off and thrown to the side, and now she was completely raw.
Suddenly, the soles of her feet exploded in pain. Fiery lines cut across her insteps, and sent agony clear up her legs.
"On your elbows and knees, bitch!" Wanda screamed at Celeste as she sliced the riding crop through the air again. It landed like lightning across the balls of the younger woman's feet, igniting them with new pain.
Celeste howled and jerked with her arms. Chains were attached tightly to the metal clamps on her wrists and she pulled herself toward the head of the bed. As she moved, her knees curled under her, dragging her aching feet. Her ass rose, pushed form the bed, as she levered herself onto her knees.
"You learn quickly, whore!" Wanda snarled. "It might even save you some grief."
Celeste trembled. How in the world could this possibly be? Her husband was somewhere in the house and here she was in chains! No one else probably knew what was going on, so how long would it be before she was missed? Surely Ed would be looking for her. Oh God please, Ed!
The riding crop tickled at her ass, brushing against the tight skin stretched across taut muscles, then running down the natural crack to find the tiny tight ass-bud that rested inside. The asshole was tiny and round, puckered out slightly with wrinkled lines that arrowed toward its closed center. Below that was the pussy-gash, and the tip of the crop found that too, sliding along the juicy crease far enough to knock on the door of her clit. All the time the riding crop touched her, Celeste shivered, struck cold with the sure knowledge that just a flick of the wrist would turn the slender shaft into a weapon of heat.
"That's right," Wanda chuckled. "Learn to be still. Accept that you're nothing but a mouth, tits, cunt and asshole for the rest of us to use."
"No!" Celeste cried shrilly. She jerked her cunt away from the crop. Never would she accept that she was nothing but a hunk of meat for anyone who wanted to suck and fuck!
"Yes!" Wanda shouted triumphantly and crashed the riding crop down across Celeste's naked ass. A scarlet line of searing pain ignited across both of her ass-cheeks, making the younger woman howl. Again and again, the leather-clad Amazon thrashed her until Celeste's whole ass was battered and sore. Each time she tried to go to her stomach on the bed, Wanda would savagely lash the back of her legs.
"You're our slave, you sniveling little bitch!" Wanda bellowed, swinging the riding crop up between Celeste's quivering legs. The shaft snapped wetly down the whole length of her pussyslit. "We're going to fill up your cunt and asshole with cum, and you're going to eat enough jism and pussy-juices to make you gain fifteen pounds!"
Celeste shrieked when the riding crop slashed inside her pussy-lips again. The tip caught the sensitive head of her clit and made the bud almost explode. Never had she been in so much agony, and it was coming at the hands of a neighbor and supposedly a friend.
The creamy ass-cheeks were a crisscross of angry red welts. That showed pain-oh, yes, excruciating pain-but the girl hadn't really been hurt. Wanda knew that the welts would fade quickly until the young woman's ass would look like it hadn't even been marked. But Celeste wouldn't forget that first lesson. Oh, no-at least until harsher ones took its place.
The riding crop stopped slashing, then nuzzled into Celeste's pussy-crease. Its tip sought out the mouth of the cunt-hole, then slipped quickly inside. It wormed around inside, swirling and touching all of the walls.
Celeste moaned when it finally departed, but there was no immediate relief. The tip of the riding crop lined up with her asshole and rammed right into her shitter. Greased with her own cunt-juices, the slender shaft glided in until Wanda had buried almost nine inches of it in the young woman's asshole. Celeste could feel the tip poking clear up into her guts and she was too frightened to even breathe.
CHAPTER THREE
Ed couldn't believe it. Things just didn't happen so good. Here he was with his prick buried all the way to his balls in a hot, horny pussy and the party hadn't even really started.
"How do you like that, big boy?" Zelda called in her deep European voice. "You didn't know that such a cock-hungry cunt-hole lived right next door to you, especially one that knows so many tricks."
To show him what she meant, she clamped down with her abdomen while releasing the pressure with her pussy-mouth. Ed almost howled when she felt his cock-head being squeezed so hard that he couldn't pull the damn thing out of her cunt.
Zelda laughed, her voice like needles as she released her grip, and his jerking cock slid partially out of her pussy. Never had Ed felt anything so damned erotic.
"That's the greatest," he growled, leaning into her to wedge his fucking prick-shaft clear to the end of her narrow pussy. She was lying flat on her back atop a cock-level table and she had her skirt hauled up to her waist. With his prick buried, he could feel the velvety walls caress the hot flesh of his cock.
"And we're going to do so much more," she hissed seductively like a snake in heat. "I'm going to show you every trick that my tight little pussy can do. And I'm just the start. The rest have mouths, pussies and assholes just waiting for your hard, throbbing cock. All you have to do is to help us to keep control of your sniveling little bitch of a wife."
"You mean Celeste has to know?" Ed asked, uncertainty trying to sneak into his mind.
But that caution was quickly blasted away when her pussy once again locked onto his prick. The satiny, slippery walls, coated in slippery juices, were actually sucking his cock like the goddamn thing was a mouth.
"You're going to kill me with that man-eating pussy!" Ed groaned, the shaft of his prick feeling like it had grown another inch. Rhythmic sucking waves pulsed along the shaft milking pre-cum out of the piss-slit in the end.
"Celeste's going to be your sex slave, Ed!" Zelda laughed wickedly. "Yours and ours. She's going to have to do whatever we say. You just go along with what we do, and from now on you've got it made. If your wife complains, just knock the shit out of her until she behaves. Celeste'll love it! When we go back in, I'll show you what I mean. Now fuck me! Tear up my cunt-hole with that raging prick!"
"Here it comes!" he bellowed, hauling his prick out until only the cock-head was w-edged between her pussy-lips, then slamming the whole length of it back inside. The cock-head hammered into the back of her cunt-channel, battering against the deep end. His ass pistoned, adding power to his prick as he reamed out her cunt.
And all the time that pussy was sucking his cock like a mouth-squeezing, pulling, driving his balls wild.
* * *
Celeste had never been more humiliated in her life. She could still feel where the riding crop had been in her cunt-hole and ass. It was like the evil thing had branded her insides just as surely as it had marked the tender flesh of her ass-cheeks, where the scarlet lines still glowed.
But that apparently hadn't been enough to please the red-haired witch, and Celeste's wrists had been unclamped and her naked body hauled off the mattress and onto the floor. She landed flat on her tits, banging the cute little flesh melons hard against the carpet of the floor. Before the pain had gone far enough away so she could catch her breath, Wanda had leaped onto her back like a spider.
Suddenly Celeste couldn't breathe at all and it had nothing to do with the pain. The torturous redhead had wrapped some kind of band around the smaller girl's neck and was pulling on it hard enough to choke her. Celeste couldn't fight, the woman's weight holding her to the floor, and the redhead's knees pinning the young girl's arms to her sides. The floor in front of her face began to whirl and Celeste was afraid she was going to pass out as the Amazon's hands worked at the back of her slender neck.
Then suddenly most of the pressure was gone, and fresh air bit into her lungs. Celeste gasped, thankful for that bit of life-giving oxygen but not knowing whether her air would be cut off again. The band was still there around her neck, fitting snugly but allowing her to breathe. And it wasn't until Wanda pulled a long, small-linked chain out of a drawer that Celeste knew what was going on.
"No!" Celeste squealed and struggled as Wanda snapped the end of the leash onto the small ring at the back of the collar. Then the redhead's weight was gone from the smaller woman's back and the leather collar was biting into the front of her throat.
"Get up on your hands and knees!" Wanda hissed, her lips curled back and her teeth glinting from the moisture of her mouth. Her eyes burned with evil delight.
"Please don't do this to me!" Celeste begged, all the while struggling up to her hands and knees. Only then did the pressure on the collar release and she could get her breath again.
The riding crop slashed across her naked ass, burning new lines in with the old. It had hurt when the shaft battered fresh skin and it was pure agony when it sliced across abused flesh. Celeste cried, her voice a wordless shriek as her tattered ass-cheeks were ripped again.
"You listen, you little cunt-hole of a bitch!" Wanda growled menacingly. "You don't tell me what to do. You don't tell any of the rest of them, either. You do exactly what we say! If we tell you to eat out your own cunt-hole, you better break your back trying because if you don't, you're going to wish to hell you had!"
Fear pierced Celeste's heart and lodged in her guts. The shock was so powerful that it almost blinded her with pain when she realized that she was completely and totally caught. Already her poor ass had been beaten worse than it had ever been before in her life. Her pussy and even her shitter had been terribly violated, making her almost reel from the shame, but until her husband found her and rescued her, there was absolutely nothing that could be done.
The collar yanked, turning her. "Now, heel!" Wanda shouted. "Get by my goddamn left leg, bitch! Walk on your hands and knees to keep up with me as I go back out into the front room."
Embarrassment washed through Celeste as she moved. She was being treated like she was nothing but a dog! Her knees and the heels of her hands bumped roughly against the carpet, jolting her, as she was tugged along beside the towering leg of the Amazon. Glancing cautiously to the side, Celeste could see the wild thatch of fiery cunt-hair that swarmed around the woman's pussy each time Wanda stepped forward.
What could the crazy redhead be doing? Had she gone completely insane? Even though she was humiliated by the thought of being dragged in front of the others like a naked bitch dog on a leash, Celeste knew it was the only way to get this evil, demented thing over with and done. As soon as Ed saw what was happening, the whole thing would be over in a flash. The neighborhood party would come to a crashing end. Rescue would almost be worth the awful shame she would suffer from her naked flesh being exposed for all of them to see.
"Hey, everybody, look what I've got here for us," Wanda laughed as she tugged her young captive into the room.
Celeste tried to curl up to hide her tits and pussy but the collar jerked tightly around her throat. She was allowed to breathe only when she played the role. Frantically her eyes searched over the crowd in the living room without finding her husband.
"A little bitch dog in heat," Jack chortled from the arm of the chair in which his wife was sitting. "How good is her fucking mouth?"
"I don't know yet," Wanda exclaimed. "I was just getting her ready and teaching her the rules. But I've got a pussy that's about to find out how good of a cunt-licker that tongue really is."
Where was Ed, and why weren't these people surprised? Celeste glanced from face to face and couldn't find any shock. It was as if they had been expecting Wanda to lead her in naked on the end of a chain. Then she spotted her husband clear at the other end of the room.
"Ed!" she gasped, unable to believe what she saw. He sat in an easy chair, his trousers and underwear in a crumpled pile on the floor at his feet, his naked legs widely spread as Joan leaned over his lap and swallowed his hot cock up into her mouth. Joan's head bobbed, and even across the room Celeste could see the saliva bathing the shaft of his prick as Joan's lips rode up and down around it.
"Hi, babe," he groaned, dividing his attention between Joan's cock-sucking and the naked spectacle of his wife. "I was wondering when you'd be coming back in."
"Help me!" Celeste squealed, her face flushing. Even her tits went red.
"I'd like to, babe," Ed replied, then gasped as Joan drove his cock-head to the back of her throat. "But something seems to have come up."
"Like your cock," Frank laughed. "That came up like a goddamn bull's prick that ain't gonna go down until it's fucked all the heifers in town."
Celeste couldn't believe her eyes and ears. Her husband was getting his cock sucked right there in front of her, and all the rest of them were laughing about Celeste being naked and abused. She knew that the scarlet lines that made a crosshatch of her naked ass were plainly visible, so everyone there would know that she had been beaten. And they were all treating it as some terrible kind of joke and as something they had been expecting. Surely this had not been planned this way from the first!
One thing was brutally real, however, and that was the pain. Also obvious was the panic when the collar choked once again across the front of her throat. Her head lifted and turned, trying to escape the terrible pressure, and she looked almost directly up the redhead's Amazon body. Wanda's empty hand was tugging at the buttons at the side of the leather skirt as she leered sadistically down at Celeste.
"Now you're going to reward me for all the work I did in there beating your ass," Wanda snarled. "Sit down on your ass!"
Her hands swept the small skirt from her hips. Celeste gasped. Wanda's pussy was only inches from her face. She recoiled onto her hips without thinking, doing just what the evil redhead had ordered.
The fiery red cunt-hair swept down from the whole lower part of her belly. Near the chasm of the cunt-slit, more strands entwined. Amidst it all were the broad pussy-lips, so red they appeared infected, and drops of cunt-juices had leaked out onto the closest strands of pussy-hair, where the moisture glinted like shiny blood.
"Eat cunt-hole, bitch!" Wanda snarled down at the trembling young woman. "No!" Celeste cried.
Wanda waved Rita over from her seat on the couch, and handed the woman the riding crop.
"Beat the shit out of her back and the rear of her head until she eats cunt good enough to make me tell you to stop," Wanda hissed.
Rita laughed deep in her throat, something evil and ominous in the sounds that emerged. In an instant, Celeste realized that the darker woman's pussy would run with juicy pleasure from ripping someone else's tender skin.
Both of Wanda's hands ran between her legs, the fingers spreading the blood-red cunt. An expanse of horny, wet pussy-flesh was exposed, along with a clit at least four times as big as Celeste's. Near the bottom of the gaping gash, the folds of the fuck-hole had already partially opened, revealing the dark entrance of her slippery hidden pit.
"Eat cunt!" Wanda growled savagely and stepped forward, still holding her pussy open.
The riding crop slashed down across the back of Celeste's ribs.
"Get your fucking mouth on my pussy!"
Another line of sheer agony was burned into her back.
Another step, then Celeste held her breath. It looked like the redhead's cunt-hole was going to open like a jaw and swallow her deeply into the womb!
"Suck me, cunt-face!"
Celeste screamed. The last blow felt like it had broken a rib. Finally the riding crop bashed against the back of her head, driving Celeste's frightened face directly into the gigantic waiting pussy.
It was like falling into a warm, gushing pit. Wet flesh covered her nose and mouth and part of her cheeks. The hot, musky smell of pussy swarmed up her nose, filling it almost as if she was sucking the cunt-juices themselves up her nose. The aroma went clear to her brain, setting off warning bells in her mind. Never had she even dreamed of such a thing as licking hot pussy, particularly not in front of a whole crowd of her neighbors.
She could hear the sounds around her, the hoots, the cries, the howls. They were all laughing at the terrible thing that was happening to Celeste as she had pussy pushed into her face.
"Hit her again!" Wanda shouted, rolling her hips to smear her cunt-gash all over Celeste's young face. "She's not doing anything except sitting there trembling like a goddamn leaf! I want her tongue licking up into my cunt-hole and her lips sucking my clit like a cock!"
Rita was happy to oblige. She liked to torture young female flesh for her own purposes, and doing it for Wanda was just an extra bonus in enjoying this tight cunt-hole. She pulled the riding crop back in her right hand, the tip of the evil slender shaft quivering in her fingers, then she slashed it savagely down across Celeste's naked shoulders.
The battered young woman tried to scream, but all she did was bubble the air of her breath up Wanda's cunt-hole. The red-haired Amazon cackled when she felt the strange sensation, and wallowed her pussy even firmer into Celeste's face.
Swack! The riding crop struck again. The shaft lashed across the small of her back. It felt like she had been struck with both a knife and a hammer. Desperate, Celeste knew she had to end the beating or she would be thrashed to within an inch of her life. Almost with a will of its own, her tongue snaked out of her mouth and up into the hot cunt-hole pressed to her lips.
"Yes!" Wanda howled triumphantly. "Lick out my fucking cunt! Eat my scum, you little shit! I left some of Bill's jism in there so you could swallow it down your throat!"
Celeste's stomach rolled and she almost lost control of it. Not only was she eating pussy juices-something totally unbelievable-but male cum as well. The idea completely stunned her, making her want to retch. But the slashing of the riding crop had just died and she couldn't afford to tempt its agony again. So she braced herself against the awful thoughts in her mind, and kept her tongue stabbing and licking into Wanda's fuck-hole.
And, once she admitted that she was going to have to do it, the actual reality of it wasn't so bad. The taste of pussy-juices was enticing with just a hint of the flavor of acid. And the more she ate, the easier it went down until she swallowed almost eagerly each time Wanda's cunt-hole filled up her mouth.
Her tongue reached inside the folds, separating them and stabbing up into the hot pit of her cunt-hole where the walls squeezed and seemed to throb. She felt like a snake, flicking her tongue, searching for sensations of something that her eyes couldn't see. And, crazily, she could almost make out the vastness of the fuck-channel that lay just beyond the tip of her tongue, a place big enough to swallow up most any cock. The muscles at the mouth of the pussy-hole squeezed against the sides of her tongue, rolling it and making it hard so it could thrust up far inside. And all the time the pussy-juices flowed, filling up the back of Celeste's mouth. As soon as she swallowed, the juices would begin to collect again like pools of nectar from a deep, dark flower.
"Now my clit, you little bitch!" Wanda snarled, reaching down to grab Celeste's hair on both sides of her head. The scalp burned as the hair was pulled, dragging Celeste's tongue out of the cunt-hole. Then her face was turning higher up into the pussy-gash to where the monstrous clit lay like a small, throbbing cock. It was at least two inches long and flushed a deep red.
"Suck it, cunt!" Wanda cursed. "Suck my clit!"
There was little else she could do. Wanda had ahold of her hair, tugging viciously, and Rita again whacked her across the shoulders with the riding crop. Her whole back was a network of angry red lines much like those of her ass and even the muscles below the skin were battered and sore.
But she didn't want to do it. The thought chilled her. Ed had occasionally demanded that she do the same for him-take his cock deeply into her mouth-but so far she had managed to avoid doing such a dirty thing. And the protruding bundle of sex nerves only a couple of inches from her lips belonged to a woman instead of a man, and that made things seem even worse.
"Eat my pussy!" Wanda snarled, jerking with her hands. Celeste's face slammed back into the cunt-gash, ending any choice Celeste might have had. She gasped just as her lips struck pussy-flesh, and the whole throbbing length of Wanda's clit slipped into Celeste's mouth. In surprise, she gulped, closing her mouth around it with the tip of the clit lying inside on her tongue.
"That's right, cunt! Suck it like a goddamn cock!"
Celeste almost cried that she didn't know anything about sucking clits. But her mouth was already full of hot clit so the words wouldn't have come out right. She was surprised about how hot and hard the clit really was, not a bit like the little button she had at the top of her own pussy-slit. Wanda's clit really was like a miniature cock and Celeste wondered whether it had even been fucked into another cunt.
She sucked. Her tongue curled around the throbbing clit. When she licked at the same time, Wanda growled and the muscles of Wanda's legs and ass tensed as she drove her cunt even harder into Celeste's face.
"You whore!" Wanda cackled. "You eat pussy like a goddamn pro!"
Celeste felt driven to eat cunt even better. The tearing of her hair had stopped and so had the thrash of the riding crop. Maybe, just maybe, if she sucked even faster, all of the pain would go far away.
The juices on her face grew hotter. She was sopping wet clear down to her little tits. Wanda's cunt was gushing like an oil well, bathing Celeste's face and body with warm pussy-cream.
"Goddamn bitch is going to make me cum!" Wanda screamed, rising to her toes then thrusting her cunt even at Celeste's face. Suddenly, liquid fire erupted from Wanda's pussy-hole and squirted all over the young woman's face and chin. Celeste's own cunt was hit by an explosion, and she felt the confusing wash of her own pussy-juices running out onto her own curled legs. She whimpered, sucking clit, eating pussy, being bathed by cunt-juices, while both she and the red-haired Amazon rocketed through cum blasts of their own.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I think you wore out her mouth, Wanda," Frank laughed in his deep twang. "Look at her tongue hanging out limp as a rag from her mouth."
Celeste blushed even more than she had before, her face coloring and even the nipples of her small tits appearing rouged as the skin surrounding the succulent knobs became a bright pink.
The whole thing was awful, terrible, obscene!
She sat naked on her ass in the middle of her neighbor's living-room floor with everyone who lived around her watching her like she was some performing animal. Her naked tits jiggled before their eyes; there was pussy-juice all over her face and thickly across her neck and chest. If ever there was a time to shrink into nothing, Celeste decided this was probably it.
And she was already so small, huddling up in a tiny ball there on the carpet not so far from any of their feet. She wanted to use arms and legs to hide naked tits and pussy but when she tried it, Wanda yanked on the leash to the hated collar and Celeste was choked back erect. She felt like a puppy dog being shown to the judges.
"Hey, do you see those little tits?" Ralph exclaimed, sitting alone in a chair while his wife continued sucking Ed's cock on the far side of the room. "I think I could suck those little tits right up into my mouth and leave teeth marks that wouldn't come out for a week."
Celeste recoiled physically from his voice almost as if he had tried to strike her. She bumped against the firm-fleshed legs of Rita. The dark girl lashed down viciously with the riding crop, catching Celeste's right tit from top to bottom, deeply bruising the nipple.
The young woman cried and tried to twist away. But the collar Wanda held choked her so severely that white lights began exploding in her mind. Her neck arched back as she rose up onto her knees to try to take the strain from her throat.
With a sudden jerk, Wanda pulled Celeste off balance, tumbling her, naked ass and all, toward Ralph's feet. When Celeste scrambled to hands and knees on the carpet, she was right in front of the chair where Ralph sat. Wanda, the red-haired Amazon, tugged back on the leash stretching Celeste's bare body upward with her spine bowed at the waist. The position arched her chest outward, making her tits jiggle and stretch. Celeste felt like a piece of meat open for the man's inspection.
Wanda taunted Ralph. "Bite one of those titties! This cunt's here for you just like she's here for everybody else."
"Help me!" Celeste cried, almost breathless from the leash. Her voice sounded so faint. Her words were full of terror as things had gone from bad to just plain mean.
Ralph's eyes glinted, then he laughed as he leaned forward, his mouth centering on the cherry of her left nipple. When his lips met it, he furiously sucked most of the fleshy mound into his mouth. His teeth formed a ring then bit down viciously on the tender flesh, sending waves of agony through her chest although not breaking the skin. Her tit exploded with a loud pop from his lips, leaving angry teeth marks circling most of the mound of her tit.
"Please!" she howled, her left hand leaping to the damaged left tit. Rita kicked her arm sharply, knocking her protecting fingers away from the abused flesh.
"How about you, Bill?" Wanda growled, glancing over to where her husband sat quietly and watched. Celeste's eyes whirled over to meet his, hoping for help from the quiet man. But he just sat there, smiling and softly watching.
Finally he looked up at his Amazon of a wife and said: "Let me check her pussy. She doesn't look like she has much cunt-hair at all."
The leash and collar turned Celeste, dragging her back across the room. She was gasping by the time she was next to Bill's chair and a jerk on the chain by Wanda sent her sprawling over onto her back. Wanda grabbed one leg while Rita grabbed the other, and the two women spread Celeste's thighs, hauling her ass completely off the carpet to pull the pussy up into Bill's lap.
"That's what I thought," he sighed, running his fingers through the soft, golden down of Celeste's pussy-muff. "It's not a bit like a woman's hairy cunt-patch. How old did you say this one was?"
"Old enough," Wanda snarled and twisted Celeste's ass from Bill's knees. His fingers clutched in her pussy-hair, holding it tightly as her weight carried her back to the floor.
"Aaeeiii!" Celeste screamed as cunt-hair ripped from her pussy-mound. Her ass hit the floor squarely, sending a shock of pain clear up her spine.
"And you, Jack?" Wanda hissed. "You've already fucked this bitch, so what do you want to check out?"
"Her asshole, neighbor," Jack mocked. "If I remember right, it's a cute little bud that just begs for a corn-holing cock."
Celeste was sobbing as they forced her to her feet and made her lean forward and grab her ankles, with her naked ass almost in Jack's face. He leaned in the chair and used one hand to spread her ass-cheeks. And while Wanda and Rita braced Celeste into position, a thick finger rammed up her dry asshole.
"It hurts!" Celeste cried. It felt like the finger was an ice pick that had jabbed clear into her guts.
"It's supposed to," Jack growled. "You wait until I get my thick prick in that shitter and then we'll see how you can howl!"
The finger disappeared and Celeste stood up almost in reaction as if to hide her asshole from further attack. Then her eyes landed on the scene across the room, and she was almost frozen into her place. Her mouth fell open in surprise. She didn't know whether to believe her eyes or not.
Ed, her husband, was totally naked from his waist down to his feet and his hairy crotch was lifting ever higher into the air to meet the downward thrusts of Joan's mouth as the brown-haired woman greedily sucked on his cock. His bare legs were splayed open with his feet up on his toes, and he used the position to shove his throbbing prick harder into his neighbor's cock-sucking mouth as Celeste stood there and watched.
It was impossible! Never had she dreamed of such a thing. In fact, Celeste had never sucked his cock before, not even to just kiss it a bit. Ed had wanted it, of course-even asked for some cock-sucking a couple of times-but there was something about taking that raging fuckpole into her mouth that Celeste just couldn't force herself to do. And now it wasn't she that was giving Ed that long-awaited blow-job, it was a female neighbor instead.
And, Joan looked like she was enjoying that prick in her mouth, something Celeste couldn't comprehend. Enthusiastically, Celeste's neighbor rammed a saliva-leaking mouth down on that thick fuck-shaft, taking every bit of that cock deeply into her mouth. Already, Ed was groaning as if his balls were about to explode, and finally a harsh cry escaped from her lungs. Quickly Joan pulled her face back until only the cock-head was left in her lips, then her cheeks blossomed full and Celeste knew that the first blast of cum had hit her in the mouth.
Suddenly, Joan pulled back even more, releasing the prick from her lips as she caught the spurting shaft with her hand. She aimed the piss-slit right for her nose and thick gobs of sticky cum erupted across Joan's cheeks, nose and mouth. Again and again the spewing jism spread in milky streams. All of it struck Joan's face as she rolled her head to spread the splatter about. When the cum finally stopped boiling out, Joan turned toward Celeste and smiled through the mask of cum. Her free hand lifted and rubbed it all over.
"Nooo," Celeste moaned, and almost collapsed when her knees went terribly weak. Rita and Wanda caught her and kept her turned toward Ed and Joan. Ed collapsed back into the chair. Joan giggled as she watched Celeste's distress. A long tongue licked out far onto Joan's face, collecting more of the cum.
Strong hands turned her and she found herself facing the final man in the room, Rita's husband, Frank. He lounged back in an overstuffed easy chair, tight jeans clutching his thighs and with a plaid shirt opened three buttons at the top. Curly brown hair crawled out beneath the collar from his lean, masculine body.
"And what about you, Frank?" Wanda smirked. "We've got a bitch here that wants to please you too."
"Please," Celeste groaned desperately. "I can't take any more of this."
"You girls haven't had a chance to say what you wanted." Frank smiled back up at the wicked pair of captors.
"Oh, we've got plans," Wanda hissed. "A lot of plans. But right now it's your time."
"Well, then, ladies-I can't think of anything better than our new little filly giving my cock a massage with her tonsils."
Wanda and Rita laughed sadistically, but it took a second for the frightened Celeste to sort through his words to decide exactly what he had in mind. Then the realization struck her and her whole body went rigid. Her teeth clenched and she squealed in panic. Her fingers made fists and she trembled.
"Look at that, ladies," Frank said enthusiastically as he flipped off his boots with his toes then unhooked his belt. "Our Utile guest just can't wait to get started. She's already excited and she doesn't even have a prick in her mouth."
Celeste tried to protest but her fear garbled the words, and, besides, her captors weren't listening. They were forcing her down to her knees on the floor in front of Frank who was shrugging out of his tight pants. He peeled off the trouser legs and had no underwear at all. As soon as the denim slipped past his crotch, a wild swarm of cock-hair blossomed up. As the pants slid even lower, a thick shaft of fuck-meat grew out of the hair. It was a slab of a cock, not even hard yet and already thicker than the prick of Celeste's husband. The cock-head was a swollen apple at the end of the shaft, already red although far from being stiff.
Frank kicked the jeans to the side and his legs bowed open. Knees jammed painfully into Celeste's back. At first there were tugs on her arms to try to get her close enough to suck Frank's cock, but when that failed, Wanda twisted the chain around Celeste's neck and jerked brutally down, making Celeste fall headfirst into Frank's prick.
"No!" the young woman shrieked as her face was assaulted by scratchy cock-hair. Along her chin lay the half-hard shaft of Frank's mighty prick, and it was the closest she had ever been with her face to a cock. An aroma of musk and sweat swarmed up her nose, and at first she thought she would choke on just the randy smell of a man hot for sex.
"Open your goddamn mouth and suck cock!" Wanda screamed so loudly that it made Celeste's ears hurt.
"Eat a little prick, baby," Frank urged, pushing her face away slightly then taking the shaft of his prick in one hand. Her nose was far enough away for him to waggle the cock at her, the bulging apple of the cock-head slapping her beneath the chin.
Celeste wanted to cry, to break loose and run, but she was their captive and, from what she had seen, even her own husband would help them keep her from escaping. Her back, ass and even her tits ached from the beatings they had already suffered, and Celeste knew there would be more of the brutal lashes if she continued to refuse them what they wanted.
Savagely, the riding crop began thrashing again, carving angry, red lines into her back. Celeste gasped, her mouth flying open from the surprise and pain, and when she closed her lips, they caught on the base of Frank's prick. She tried to jump back but Wanda had a strong, hand firmly on the back of her head as if she were trying to shove poor Celeste's face right through the man's cock and balls.
"No," she blubbered but her lips still closed around part of the cock-shaft, mouthing it from the side with the prick running from cheek to cheek. Frank shifted beneath her and the cockhead slipped to her mouth, lying on her tongue like a slab of meat she was supposed to chew and swallow.
The difference between the shaft and the cock-head surprised her. When she had mouthed the side of the shaft, the skin had been like most any other skin around the body, but the surface of the cock-head was warm and slick, almost rubbery. And even more startling was that there was hardly any taste at all. Celeste wasn't sure what horrors she had been expecting but the flavor of cock turned out to be bland. And there was some sort of demented excitement that was coursing through her now. She admitted that she had no choice but to suck on Frank's prick. Even the length and thickness wasn't so bad, not at all like she had feared, and the softness of it allowed her to roll it around in her mouth searching for some way to ease the uncomfortable feel.
But she hadn't considered the way the cock would react to the hot mouth bath, and so she was astonished when the pliable cock-flesh in her mouth quickly began to stiffen and grow thicker and longer. The warm, throbbing cockhead almost leaped for the back of her mouth, driven by a spear of fuck-flesh that was lengthening almost beyond belief. When the end rammed against her tonsils, the cock-head pushed against the entrance to her throat and more of the length of the growing prick forced itself outside her lips.
Before, she had been holding the whole thing in across her tongue, and now she found that only about half of the cock-shaft was jammed past her teeth. And, where before it had been a mere tube of soft flesh, now it was a club jamming her mouth full cheek to cheek, pushing her jaws wide and stretching her lips more than they had ever been stretched before. It suddenly dawned on her that she could actually choke on this face-fucker, and panic began again to run cold in her veins.
"That's right, baby," Frank moaned, thrusting up with his hips to drive his prick even firmer into her tonsils. "I like fucking facepussy. There ain't anything better than a cock-' sucking mouth!"
His hands were snarled in her hair on both sides of her face. She couldn't pull back without losing most of her scalp. Wanda still pushed fiercely on the back of her neck, and Rita was stroking the bruised skin of her back with the riding crop, causing funny tingles of pleasure and pain.
"Eat prick, you little bitch!" Wanda hissed into Celeste's ear. "You're going to drink a gallon of his cum!"
Rita also thrashed the frightened young woman with words. "You better suck my husband's prick real good, cunt! If he doesn't love what you do, I'm going to tear your tits off and shove them up your ass!"
Cock filled her mouth. The hard flesh scraped her teeth as the shaft pushed in along her wet tongue. When the cock-head bumped the back of her mouth, her jaws were forced even wider apart. The length of the shaft lay along her tongue, depressing it toward the bottom of her mouth.
The prick pulled back, easing the pressure on the back of her mouth. Celeste's jaws popped as they settled back into place and she managed to keep from gagging as her tongue pushed up and licked along the underside of his cock.
"Shit, you didn't wear it out at all." Frank laughed to Wanda, who still stood beside the naked cock-sucking Celeste. "All you did was warm this mouth up!"
He glanced over across the room.
"How about it, Ralph?" he called. "You can't bite her tits right now because she's got a mouthful of cock, but we can prop her up on her knees and you can rip off a little bit of that tight pussy."
"Hell, yes," Ralph answered, pushing up from the chair. "I've already got a boner that needs burying in some hot, juicy hole."
Celeste tried to cry out but Frank's cock choked out her words. When she tried to back her mouth off the throbbing prick-shaft, Wanda cracked her in the back of the head with her fist. Frank's fingers tightened in her hair, making the scalp explode in pain. Rita slashed out with the riding crop, slapping the front of her naked thighs, making her move backward onto her knees with her ass held high. Behind her there was the thud of heavy trousers as another man got ready to rape his cock into the young woman's body.
Rough, masculine hands crawled over her bare ass-cheeks, the fingers pushing the globes of her ass aside to expose the lightly furred pussy-slit and the bud of her tiny shitter. As she trembled, a thick finger ran all the way into her cunt-hole, twisting and turning and scraping against the walls.
"I thought she'd be all dry and here she is as juicy as a whore!" Ralph laughed. "I bet she didn't even know that eating pussy and hard cock would grease her cunt-hole so much. This little bitch is enjoying all this. I don't think we're being rough enough."
Rita hissed from somewhere behind Celeste. "Just wait until I get my whips on the little slut. She won't be enjoying herself then!"
Celeste wanted to scream. She wasn't enjoying any of this now! What was going on was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to her in her life. She had been hurt, tortured and abused, forced to eat cock and cunt-hole, and now this would be the second time her cunt had been forcibly fucked. She had even watched her own husband blast cum from his jerking prick into the face of another woman! How could anyone possibly think that she was in anything but pain andmental torment, embarrassed to the core and wishing she could die?
The hard knob of a cock-head pushed between the outer pussy-lips and centered its piss-slit on the mouth of Celeste's cunt-hole. As the long shaft was crammed in, Celeste whined deeply.
She gasped as the thick prick spread the walls of her pussy, and the cock in her mouth took advantage of the respite. It hammered hard against her tonsils, banging at the door to her throat and threatening to shove its way down. Her mouth clamped shut, driving her teeth against the shaft, and Frank rapped her sharply on the forehead with the knuckles of his right hand.
"Now, don't bite, bitch!" toe swore, his hand poised to deliver another blow. "If I feel those teeth again, I'm going to help Ralph actually bite off those tits."
He would do it! Celeste knew that he would. And everyone in the room-possibly even her husband-would stand there and watch and possibly applaud! Suddenly Celeste felt so brutally alone that it was almost more than she could do to catch her breath. And Frank and Ralph didn't help that problem of breathing at all when they began pounding her at both ends with their cocks. Frank's hefty face-fucker was stroking long and hard, battering its cock-head against the back of her mouth. Ralph was hammering his oversized prick into her clutching cunt-hole as if he were trying to drill right into her guts.
"Fuck her hard!" Wanda shouted, encouraging the men on.
"Screw the shit out of her cunt and mouth!" Rita whistled. All around Celeste's naked, fucked body, the young woman could feel the others in the room gathering around to watch the ravaging of her fuck-holes by two thundering pricks.
"You getting ready?" Frank growled, using his hands in her hair to jam Celeste's face down onto his cock again and again.
"About ready to blast her with cum!" Ralph moaned, his hands biting into the flesh at the top of her hips.
"Then let's blast this bitch full of spunk!" Frank bellowed and his cock swelled even larger in Celeste's mouth. In her cunt-hole, Ralph's prick felt as big as a fence post as it began to jerk and leap.
Cum slammed into the back of her mouth. Suddenly Celeste's pussy was awash. Over and over spunk poured from the two marauding cocks that were torturing Celeste's cunt-hole and mouth. She thought there must have been gallons of the sticky jism erupting into her fuckholes before the fuck action ever slowed down. When the men pulled away from her, cum washed down over her chin and spilled onto her neck. Other jism poured from her battered pussy and flowed along the insides of both of her thighs.
Suddenly all the hands and cocks and whips left her, and the exhausted young woman pitched to the carpet on her face.
CHAPTER FIVE
Before the night was through, Celeste, naked and abused, had been fucked almost beyond her belief. Her pussy felt like tenderized meat from all of the hard cocks that had plundered iteven her husband getting into the act by fucking his long saliva-covered prick-pole up her battered cunt as she had been forced to lick the juices out of Rita. Celeste's tongue ached at the roots from being driven up a host of leaking cunt-holes while the women screamed for her tongue to fuck up their pussies even further.
Celeste's jaws ached from being spread wide open as three cocks slammed against her tonsils as she struggled desperately to breathe. The only men she hadn't sucked were her own husband and Bill, who seemed almost unconcerned with it all and had never never actually undressed. He bided his time through the evening, waiting and watching, while the others abused the young woman.
When it was finally over, Celeste lay on the carpet in the center of the floor with all of them gathered around to see. Every bone and muscle in her body felt battered, and her pussy and jaws were agonies to endure. Even the inside of the cheeks of her mouth felt as if they had been rubbed raw by all of the cock-fucking they'd seen. Every time she breathed, she suffered the reek of pussy-juices and male cum which were now drying stickily over most of her body. Her face was a mess, so much sex juices growing stiff there that it felt like she was wearing a mask, and even her honey-colored hair in front was stuck together, matted from pussy-juices and male cum splattered into the strands.
Around her lounged nine people, most of them at least partially naked. Only Bill still had on all of his clothes. Joan sat back in an easy chair, completely undressed with her legs drawn up and her knees parted while she absent mindedly fingered her clit. Her husband, Ralph, stood alongside her, rubbing his half-hard cockhead against the side of her face. Wanda stood against the wall near the door into the hallway like a naked goddess, her firm, massive tits and blazing red cunt-hair flashing for everyone to see.
Zelda sat on the arm of a chair, reaching down to slowly stroke on her husband's prick. Rita wore a bra and tiny bikini panties made out of black leather, and her husband Frank had put back on his jeans. Ed was bare-assed naked with his cock still hard and throbbing as he rested at one end of the couch near Bill. All of them-all nine-were staring down at the battered Celeste.
"How are we going to do it?" Wanda asked coldly from the doorway.
The corners of Bill's mouth turned down as he thought. He twisted on the couch toward Ed. "You said you and your wife were on vacation for the next couple of weeks?"
Ed nodded, glancing around the room, unable to keep his eyes off so much available tits and cunt. Even though he had been cumming all evening, he was still ready for more.
"Then it's ideal," Bill declared. "We just pass her around from house to house, every couple having her for a while. Then, on the Friday at the end of the two weeks, we bring her back here for another get-together with all of us at the same time. The way things are around here, we can consider her the neighborhood slave and not even worry about her being seen outside."
"How is that, Bill?" Ralph asked dubiously. "Other people will notice. Everybody on the block isn't in our little group."
"Most of them are," Bill assured. "This block dead ends. The only two couple on the block who don't come to our parties now are the Johnsons and the Simmons. I've already hinted around with Tim Simmons and he seems hot to join in. As for the Johnsons, my bank has the mortgage on their house and they know better than to say anything I don't like."
All of the members seemed satisfied with the arrangement. Bill turned back toward Ed, asking him what he thought of the idea.
"I don't know," Ed said slowly, his face marked with doubt. It was obvious that he had enjoyed the evening but wasn't sure what he would get out of the rest.
Bill found the magic formula to assure him. "That gives you two weeks, Ed, to see how much fucking and sucking you can get done with our wives."
The doubt swept from Ed's face, replaced by eagerness in his eyes. "You mean to tell me that I get to fuck as much as I want?"
Bill smiled. "You won't even have to ask.
These sex sluts are horny all the time and will probably spend all that time standing in line for your prick. If you want, just consider it as a kind of payment for selling your wife to all of us to use as everybody's sex slave."
"Yeah!" Ed agreed. "Let's get started."
"Ed, don't do this to me!" Celeste cried, unable to keep quiet any longer.
Bill whirled and snarled down at her. "Shut up, cunt! From now on, don't open your mouth around this neighborhood without permission and then only to lick pussy or swallow long hard cock."
"But who gets her first?" Rita suddenly asked, stroking the leather panties with her fingers.
"Yes," Bill said calmly. "That's something we have to decide. And that's something that needs to be fair."
* * *
"Eat pussy, whore!" Joan hissed down at Celeste, the tall thoroughbred of a woman poised on her knees above Celeste's face. Joan's hands pulled at her own crotch, the tips of the fingers prying the pink cunt-slit apart. Celeste could see all the way from the tiny nub of a clit to the soft folds around the mouth of the fuckhole. Around both, the skin glistened with juices.
Celeste lay pinned to her back, wrists and ankles in clamps. Naked, she had been forced onto the bed and held by Ralph as Joan had pulled one arm toward a post. Handcuffs had been snapped into place, then her other wrist had been fastened and her feet had been bound in larger metal clamps locked by chains to the opposite corners of the foot of the bed. Her arms were pulled up and wide and legs spread-eagled away from her cunt. There wasn't more than an inch of leeway in any direction and Celeste was totally trapped.
"You're going to lick my pussy from end to end and maybe even tongue out my ass," Joan continued, her voice full of threat. "Then you're going to suck on my clit then fuck your tongue all the way up my cunt-hole."
"Look at dinner, bitch!" Joan snarled, stretching her pussy-lips even farther apart. "Hard cock and what you see right now is all that you're going to eat in this house!"
At the end of the party the night before, they had walked Celeste down the sidewalk to Ralph and Joan's house at the end of the leash that Wanda had snapped to the collar around her neck. Several of the. neighbors had gone along to make sure Celeste didn't try to escape, and they hadn't given her any clothes for the trip. She had felt terribly embarrassed, and more than a little bit chilled, walking naked down the street.
Even though it was late in the night, she was sure that someone would look out and see her in her tormented shame. If someone actually did, Celeste hadn't noticed and soon she was at the house across the street from her own home. She cried out when she turned and saw how close the sanctuary of her home was, but she was forced into the other house. Locked in a spare bedroom, she had been left alone overnight and let out in the morning only long enough for a drink, a chance to take a pee and a shower in the bathroom down the hall. Then, in the afternoon, while the rest of the world idled away a sleepy Saturday afternoon, the torture of Celeste had begun again.
"Do you know why they gave you to me first?" Joan asked, reaching into her cunt-slit with one finger to flick back and forth across the top of her clit. The spread pussy was only six inches from Celeste's nose. "For the last six months I've been the sex slave for this bunch because it's always the woman of the latest couple to join up. I've eaten so much cock and pussy, and had my cunt and asshole full of so much prick, that I was pissed off about not having my turn at torturing some bitch. So now you've come along and you're it, honey! Being first is my payoff for the pain and I'm going to make you suffer for every bit of punishment that I received!"
From beneath, looking up, Joan's body looked a mile tall. The leaking pussy, spread by Joan's fingers, dominated the view since it was only inches from Celeste's face. The hair around the cunt-crease was thin, not like the brambled bush that Wanda's pussy-muff had been.
Joan's cunt-hair was brown and thin, the first wisps of it on the bottom tickling close to the puckered bud of her exposed asshole to run up both sides of the slit and finally up onto her abdomen. It was actually formed in the shape of a narrow vase, the stem of the vase the narrow paths along the pussy-slit. The cunt-gash that it surrounded had two sets of lips, an outer pair to form the slit itself then an inner pair enclosing the cunt-hole and clit. It was inside the second set where the skin grew pink and silky, awash with pussy-juices from the cunt-hole.
The skin of Joan's abdomen was tight, with a healthy tan to it as if the woman sunbathed in the nude, as the taut skin stretched up toward a set of smallish, but delicious-looking tits. The mounds were larger than Celeste's own, but were far short of the tits of Wanda and Rita. Joan's were firm tit-mounds standing straight out from her chest, aiming erect nipples directly ahead. Long, straight brown hair tumbled across her shoulders then was swept back by Joan's arms, framing the upper part of her naked body.
"Here it comes, bitch!" Joan finally sneered at her trembling captive. "Lick pussy until I tell you to stop!"
The pink maw of the open cunt-gash descended directly toward Celeste's mouth. The young woman gulped and then it was upon her, pressing hot wet cunt-lips against the lips of Celeste's face. Celeste's nose bumped into cunthair as the pussy kissed her, and the faint aroma of clean cunt swept into her nose. Like a drug, the smell made her mind clear and she was acutely aware of what was going on.
Cunt was being fed into her face! The pussy smell that was tickling her nose would be similar to the aroma of her own. It was another woman who was getting ready to fuck her face, something before she would have never believed. It was her own female neighbor raping Celeste's face with hot cunt! Somehow, what she had been forced to do at the party had been swept from her mind during the long night alone. Celeste was revolted anew by the idea of licking the cunt-hole of another woman.
"Get that fucking tongue into my cunt-slit!" Joan ordered, beginning to roll her hips slightly. The action moved the wet, silky flesh of the inside of the cunt-gash all over the lower part of Celeste's beautiful face.
Celeste pulled at the chains. There was nowhere she could go. She couldn't even turn over to avoid the pussy being pushed against her mouth. Afraid that Joan, too, would have some kind of whip or riding crop to punish her for disobedience, Celeste tentatively parted her lips. Her satiny tongue slipped out against hot cuntflesh sending a chill down her spine.
"That's right!" Joan hissed. "Stroke it with your tongue. Make my pussy purr with pleasure or I'll keep you chained there for the rest of your life!"
Celeste's tongue moved upward in the slit, collecting pussy-juices as it went. The tart, but exciting taste, swirled through the saliva of her mouth. The tip of her tongue found the stem of the clit and brushed along its side. Joan's body tensed above Celeste's face, and the young woman knew she had done it right.
Her tongue circled the clit, rubbing against the stem all the way. The bud of sex nerves grew slightly larger and stiffened until it was as tight as a string on a guitar. Celeste could almost hear its tone as it vibrated to the lapping of her tongue.
She sucked the distended bump into her lips, squeezing down on it like she was sucking a tiny cock. Joan's legs trembled and pussy-juices spurted onto Celeste's chin. The wetness splattered then ran down onto her neck.
"Now lick it," Joan urged, lifting her pussy slightly to pull the clit from Celeste's lips. "Run your tongue from end to end."
There was really little that Celeste had to do. Joan, in her pleasure, rocked her ass back and forth to move her pussy along Celeste's face. As long as the young woman kept her tongue sticking out, Joan's movement would stroke the cunt-gash against the delicious pressure. The tip of Celeste's tongue glided across the wet skin of the pussy-slit, lapping against the clit at one end and across the depression of the cunt-mouth at the other. On occasion, Joan would jerk at the end of the downstroke, sending Celeste's tongue out of the end of the gash. Once, the tip of her tongue actually bumped into the puckered mouth of Joan's shitter before Celeste could pull her tongue back into her mouth.
Something warm touched Celeste's calf and she yelped in surprise. It wasn't until his firm, masculine fingers wrapped around her knee that Celeste knew that Ralph had come back into the room. The man was almost a total shock to Celeste's senses and to her sense of order of how things had been.
Celeste knew he was a professor of English at a small community college, and she considered him to be stereotype for his job. Quiet, studious, never given much to extravagance that's how she had considered Ralph all along. It wasn't until the get-together at Bill and Wanda's where he had brutally fucked her, that she realized that she had read him all wrong. He was as much of a sex maniac as all the rest of her captors, and the last thing on his mind was giving Celeste any help.
"I've got the stuff," he told his wife. "You want me to do it now?"
'Yeah," Joan breathed, excitement building inside her. "Do it while she fucks my cunt-hole with her tongue."
Celeste wondered wildly about what they were discussing, but she didn't get much time to consider. Joan centered her cunt-hole right on Celeste's lips and ordered the bound girl to fuck her tongue up inside. Celeste probed, then curled her tongue and slipped it into the hot fuck-hole, then began pistoning it back and forth as Joan had demanded.
Meanwhile, Ralph worked with Celeste's right leg and suddenly it came free. The clamp was gone and her knee could bend, and the man forced it up toward her body. There, he pushed her knee far to the side, arching Celeste's pussy up and spreading it wide. Something warm and wet covered up her whole cunt-muff, and the cloth was rubbed into her pussy-mound to moisten it, but for what reason she couldn't decide.
Celeste couldn't see anything but Joan's cunthair and navel. The body blocked the view. Something hissed for a few seconds then the cloth was taken away from Celeste's pussy to be replaced by fingers rubbing in a lathered cream. Before he was through, Ralph had covered the whole area of Celeste's pussy, from below the navel clear back to her ass. But it wasn't until the sheer sharpness of the razor touched her that Celeste realized that her cunt was being shaved!
"Noooo!" She tried to protest but the sound mostly bubbled up Joan's cunt-hole. The woman moaned, then screwed her pussy even tighter to Celeste's face. Ralph used his thigh to block open Celeste's leg and to pin her tightly in place. So fast he might have practiced it on a thousand women, he quickly whisked away every strand of cunt-hair Celeste owned. By the time he was through, Celeste's poor little pussy was as completely bald as it had been the day she was born.
"All through!" He laughed and washed the remnants of the soap away with the cloth he had initially used to wet down her cunt-hair. "Her cunt looks like some little three-year-old pussy that's just begging somebody to eat it."
Joan swirled her pussy one more time around Celeste's lower face, then trembled and squirted more pussy-juice into the young woman's mouth. As Celeste almost gagged as she swallowed the cunt-cream down, Joan swung over and got off the bed. Immediately, Celeste searched desperately down the front of her body to where her cunt-hair had been. All that was there now was skin pinked by the razor and the top of the obscenely exposed cunt-gash running down out of sight between her legs. Never had she been so ashamed in her life. Capturing, torturing and raping her hadn't been enough; now they had reduced her to nothing but a child!
"Nooooo!" she moaned, and leaned her head back. It was hard to even look at the couple, her humiliation was so great. All through her early years, she had looked forward to and longed for some cunt-hair to show that she had grown up and left childhood behind. Now they had taken it away from her, and in some ways it was the worst thing that they had done.
Joan's hands rustled through a drawer in a night stand.
"Now where is that thing?" she asked herself. "Here it is!" she finally exclaimed triumphantly and Celeste, no longer able to resist, glanced over to see what the woman had found. What she saw left her almost dumbfounded.
It was a cock. A great big, thick, rigid rubber prick with a cock-head on it that looked like a small apple. Full-sized fake balls hung down from one end, and the shaft was thicker and longer than any real cock Celeste had ever seen. She watched as Joan reached up and twisted the balls, and was surprised by the hum that filled the room.
"The batteries still work!" Joan laughed, touching the swollen end of the obscene thing to the nipple of her left tit. It caused her whole tit to shake. Then, with a crooked smile, she glanced down at Celeste. "Your little pussy was shaved, my dear, because I never eat cunt-hole that's surrounded by hair."
The calm way Joan said that stunned Celeste. Another woman was going to lick her cunt! And the way Joan was playing with the gigantic dildo left no doubt about whose fuck-hole it would stretch.
"Get up there and fuck her face, Ralph," Joan ordered. "We don't want her mouth going to waste."
Ralph scrambled up and Joan walked around to Celeste's legs. Quickly, the young woman's foot was bound again, then Joan crawled up between the naked spread-eagled thighs. Before Ralph's naked body blocked her view, Celeste could see the other woman eyeing her naked, bald cunt.
Then that view vanished and the sight of a hard, throbbing prick took its place. The swollen cock-head was so engorged with blood that it was almost purple, and already a drop of pre-cum leaked from its piss-slit. Suddenly a wet probe pushed into Celeste's pussy and she knew that it must be Joan's tongue. The whole situation seemed so somehow demented, but when she started to complain, a rock-hard cock drove into her mouth. Tears sprouted from her eyes when the prick-head slammed against the opening to her throat and, at the same time, a stiff, curled tongue rammed up her tight cunt. Everything between Celeste's legs was so terribly sensitive, as if shaving her cunt-mound had exposed a million extra nerves. Even the breath from Joan's nose felt as hot as sin and as silky as velvet as it washed out over the smooth skin of Celeste's pouting, shaved cunt.
Celeste gargled her protests. The words were blocked by cock. Her pussy squirted, splashing cunt-juices into Joan's mouth. Celeste's body was almost totally out of control, caught up in what was happening even though it caused horror in her mind.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, wow!" Joan exclaimed lustily. "The cunthole on this bitch is tighter than a horny tick. I can see why men like this little slut because if I had a hard cock, I'd rape it into this fuckhole myself. Her pussy-mouth was even squeezing me when I was tongue-fucking her juicy pit."
Celeste's screams leaked out as little more than squeaks with the thick tube of Ralph's prick w-edged in her mouth. Meanwhile, her tortured pussy-mouth was on the verge of being torn as the other woman was determined to squeeze the massive rubber dildo into a cunt hole too small.
"Maybe you didn't juice it up enough," Ralph laughed, although he never missed a face-fucking stroke of his cock. "That bitch tongue of yours must not be up to the quality of a man's in getting a tight pussy-hole ready for something as big as that phony prick.
Joan hissed wordlessly. She certainly didn't like the inference that there was something she couldn't do as well as a man, particularly in tongue-bathing cunt-holes, which was something she'd had plenty of experience at during the six months she had been a sex slave. If that little blonde bitch was still dry after the tongue-lashing she'd had, it certainly wasn't Joan's fault and all the pain that came now would be on Celeste's own head.
The young captive's ass lifted clear from the bed, legs trembling almost out of control from the intense, searing pain. The bulbous head of the phony cock wallowed at her pussy-mouth, searching for a way inside, and when Joan shoved hard, the agony came in sheets of fire through her body as the tight cunt-hole blocked the monster dildo again.
Celeste wasn't dry because she hadn't enjoyed the tongue-bath Joan had given her pussy, she had-at least her body did-far more than she liked to admit. But even when pleasure was pulsing through her cunt-hole, there were heavy doses of fear and panic that still roamed through her body at will. There was no way she had been able to put that aside. And the moisture she so desperately needed as a lubricant in her cuntchannel just didn't come. She was vexed; the dildo scared her.
"I'm going to fuck this into her pussy even if it kills her!" Joan insisted, her voice almost a growl. She twisted the dildo as she shoved and lodged an inch of the rubber shaft up Celeste's cunt. Then Joan placed one palm squarely on the base of the phony fucker and leaned hard as she pushed. Celeste's tender pussy-flesh was no match for the strength and determination of the large woman.
Celeste shrieked, coughing the throbbing, fleshy cock out of her mouth. When it was free, her head slammed back against the mattress and she screamed hysterically as the monstrous dildo rammed on in. Friction along the cunt-walls gave way reluctantly to the pushing pressure and allowed four more inches of the gigantic shaft into her cunt-hole. Bones felt shoved out of place; skin and flesh, if not torn, were at least stretched sorely out of shape.
"Please! No!" Celeste wailed. Never had she felt such ripping pain before. It was like knife blades had been rammed into her pussy and were slicing at the tender flesh.
"There!" Joan exclaimed triumphantly as she forced the dildo the rest of the way into Celeste's cunt-hole. She glared up at her husband. "Don't you ever tell me my cunt-licking isn't as good as a man's!"
Celeste wanted to sob but her face was too contorted, her lips pulled tightly back from her teeth. Ralph didn't look a bit concerned about either Celeste's agony or Joan's obvious victory. He lined up his cock-head with Celeste's lips. Using a thumb on Celeste's chin, he forced her mouth open and ran his prick all the way in. The hot cock-head bumped into the opening of her throat and started plugging up her breath again.
But the cock in her mouth seemed almost manageable when compared with the monstrosity of rubber in her cunt. The cock-head of the phony prick jammed against the back of Celeste's cunt, shoving hip bones out of the way. Her pussy-walls were pulled so terribly tight.
Tears streamed down Celeste's cheeks as the rubber shaft began its retreat out of her cunt, but, it did no good to try to complain with hot cock stuffed in her mouth. She gasped, trying for air, then closed her lips and cheeks down on the throbbing prick the better to breathe through her nose.
"Suck it, baby!" Ralph groaned, beginning to slowly piston his cock into her face. "Make as your mouth into a cute little cunt-hole that I can fuck hard with my prick!"
Celeste's ears and mind burned with his obscene words, but not nearly so hot as the fire of pain that had been ignited in her cunt. Every moment of the torturous dildo set off new waves of agony as Joan pulled the long, thick shaft back then rammed it home again. Thankfully, from somewhere, Celeste's cunt-walls found enough moisture to grease themselves against the tearing but there was nothing to be done about the deep bruising and stretching being afflicted on the tender flesh.
As Ralph continued fucking mouth-pussy, Joan began bathing her tongue around Celeste's bald cunt-mound, licking at the sides of the stretched pussy-lips where the size of the dildo forced them out of place. When the shaft was lodged all the way up the tiny cunt-hole, Joan's tongue found Celeste's tingling clit. She lashed it furiously back and forth, which overlaid the intense pain with a rush of pleasure which confused the mind of the frightened young woman. She tried to pick the agony from the ecstasy and found that she couldn't do it, finally reaching up her hips each time for the horrible thrust of the phony cock because it also brought back Joan's silky tongue.
Joan had begun to pant, Hurting the Utile bitch had turned her on. The taste of sweet pussy was swirling in her mouth an the sound of tight cunt-hole squeaking against rubber dildo was filling her ears. Excited now, she decided it was time to please herself with the one thing she loved best. She would finger-fuck her own cunt-hole and twitching clit while the slave ate out her ass.
Leaving the dildo in place, Joan quickly slipped to the end of the bed where she unclasped Celeste's feet then walked around to do the same to the young woman's hands. Then she tapped Ralph on the shoulder, causing him to switch around with his cock pulling from Celeste's well-fucked lips. Together, they rolled Celeste over and forced her to her hands and knees. Joan slithered to the mattress on her stomach in front of the honey-haired captive. She spread her legs and rolled up her hips, lifting her ass from the bed with her ass-cheeks spread wide. The crack of her ass parted, revealing the little eye of her shitter.
Celeste was reeling in confusion and pain. She was bewildered and didn't know what was expected. As she trembled there, the massive dildo was ripped from her cunt-hole to be replaced by Ralph's hefty prick. The hot cock-head-this time of flesh-drove in hard, hammering the end of her pit. The force of it knocked Celeste's face toward Joan's puckered asshole there in the center of the crack.
"Eat shithole!" Ralph growled as he slammed brutal cock into Celeste's battered pussy from the back. "Tongue-fuck her asshole so deeply the you're licking the inside of her guts!"
The sound of such awful words actually hurt Celeste's innocent mind. She just didn't understand how anyone could want her to do something so terrible as licking out an ass. But as Ralph pushed at the back of her head and beat at her cunt with his cock, Celeste found her face slowly but surely being forced between Joan's wide-spread ass-cheeks, and her mouth onto the brown, puckered bud. The firm, but wrinkled, flesh of Joan's shitter kissed Celeste's lips, and somehow the young woman's tongue found its way out of her mouth. Celeste tonguefucked this asshole and she was powerless to resist. She licked it up and down, lathering it with her saliva. Then her tongue curled tightly and shoved, spearing into Joan's guts.
"Oh, yes, you slut!" Joan howled, three of her fingers driving deeply into her own pussy. Corn-hole my shitter with your tongue!"
Rough male hands slapped at Celeste's ass-cheeks.
"You clamp down on my cock with your pussy, bitch!" Ralph growled from behind her. "I'm going to pump your cunt-hole full of sticky cum!"
"Eat it!" Joan ranted. "Tongue-fuck my asshole!"
Already the lightning bolts of her cum were blasting through her cunt and ass.
"Have some prick-cream, cunt-hole!" Ralph howled as his cock-head blossomed inside the tight pussy. Then a wave of pleasure pulsed down the length of his prick and rocketed a hot load deeply into Celeste's pussy channel. It splashed like liquid fire, igniting a blast of her own.
Celeste's pussy erupted like a volcano. It felt like her ass was being ripped off by her cums. Her screams mixed crazily with the ones from the cum-crazy man and woman who were forcing her to act like a slave. All three of the sexcharged bodies shook and trembled, mouths groaning and cocks and cunt-holes spurting until exhausted, the three of them tumbled to the mattress with Celeste's tongue still lodged up Joan's ass.
What else? the poor tortured captive wondered. When things were this obscene, could they ever get worse?
* * *
Swack! The whip struck once more. It was a big black snake attacking again and again. If Celeste had thought eating out asshole was as bad as things could get, she hadn't counted on little Rita. The dark bitch, with nipples as ebony as sin, was the dungeon queen of the whips, and knew how to expertly use them to torture naked female skin.
Celeste had spent a total of three days as Ralph and Joan's slave, mostly tied to the bed and seeing her husband on only the rare occasion. Once Ed had dropped by to watch Celeste being forced to eat asshole, first Joan's then Ralph's. The evening had ended with Celeste suspended in chains above the floor with Ralph's cock buried far up her cunt. While Ralph crammed hard prick into Celeste, Ed had returned a neighborly favor by slamming stiff cock into Joan's pouting pussy. But, by that time, it hardly seemed to matter.
On Tuesday afternoon Ralph and Joan had walked Celeste across the street, the young woman's heart leaping once again as she saw the sanctuary of her own house. But it was to Frank and Rita's that she was being taken. During the three days that followed with the couple next door, the nearness of Celeste' house lingered in her mind, taunting her when the situation grew darkest.
Almost from the minute Celeste was forced into Rita's house, the dark-skinned woman attacked her, almost drooling with vengeance as if Celeste was somehow she wished to destroy.
On that short trip she had at least been allowed to dress. But it was only in a manner of speaking. A tiny leather bikini and a small wispy halter were what they had given her, but Rita ripped those away as soon as Ralph and Joan helped to strap Celeste into the chains.
Swack! Again and again. It seemed to never stop. Rita played the sound of leather whip against unprotected skin.
Rita was not a large woman, perhaps a couple of inches taller than Celeste. But what the dark woman gave up in height, she made up in power with finely formed muscles beneath deep-brown skin. Although her body size was small, nature had carved her out of a pattern of a woman with full-flaring hips with rounded ass-cheeks, and firm tits almost too big for her chest. Her pussyhair was a full-grown bush crawling like a dark wave up onto the shore of her slightly rounded stomach.
What she wore now did nothing to hide her nakedness-a leather vest, black, hung from her shoulders and curved around her swollen tits, leaving the mounds and the front of her body bare for anybody who wanted to observe. Her tits were marvels of natural suspension without even the hint of droop although each of them appeared to be five pounds of flesh. The tits didn't jiggle; they were too firm and tight. The mounds stood straight out from her chest and the nipples were aimed straight out.
Leather bands clasped her wrists and ankles tightly. Around her waist was a thick leather black strop, connected between her legs by two strips of a softer leather that moved with her legs and left her pussy clear between them whenever she opened her thighs. The cunt-hair was the blackest thing of all, a deep shadow that sucked up all light and reflected none. The pussy-gash, barely visible, was an angry red.
Rita looked tough and Celeste was sure that she was.
Swack! Rita worked the whip like a knife. There was precision in where Rita snapped the tip of the leather whip against Celeste's naked skin.
"Noooooooo!" Celeste groaned, slumping heavily in the chains. Rita had slowly worked Celeste over with the whip for more than an hour, bringing the captive woman close to the point where she might pass out only to ease up and back away.
Rita flicked the whip with her wrist. The tip of the lash snapped against the nipple of Celeste's right tit. Already, it had been a favorite target and was now so sensitive that it could be hurt by a puff of air.
"Aeeeiiii!" Celeste screamed when her tit exploded again. She gasped and glanced down, shocked to find the nipple still there and even more surprised that the tip of her tit remained relatively unbloodied.
"Now let's go over it again," Rita said, the soft accent tell-tale in her voice. "Tell me what things we've decided to do so you can help me keep things neat."
Celeste blubbered, hanging heavily in the chains. One clamp held each of her wrists as the links climbed toward the ceiling, forcing the naked girl to stand. She was in the center of a converted bedroom in the back of the house where Rita had created her dungeon.
"I'm going to clean the kitchen floor with my tongue," Celeste sobbed.
"And what else are you going to do?" Rita snarled.
"I'm going to lick the shit off your ass when you go to the bathroom," the woman cried. The thought revolted her.
Rita appeared pleased. She challenged Celeste again. "And what about when Frank finally gets in?"
"He's going to wipe his feet on my cunt so he doesn't track anything in-" She broke into loud wails. When she calmed down enough to choke out more words, she bellowed: "I don't have any cunt-hair any more!"
Swack! The tip of the lash ripped into her unprotected, bald little pussy-slit. She howled in frantic terror.
"That's the reason it hurts so much," Rita chided her sobbing captive. "There's no hair there to protect your clit."
From the front of the house came the sound of a door being slammed. The noise petrified Celeste so much that dribbles of pee ran down the inside of her legs. All afternoon Rita had been threatening her with what would happen as soon as Frank got back in. But now the man was so connected in Celeste's mind with punishment and brutal fucking that she could not think of him any other way. She had already tasted his mean streak along with his cock when he had fucked her face at the party. The casual way he had then invited his neighbor to cock-lash Celeste's young pussy showed that he really didn't care how much she hurt.
"Ah!" He laughed as he stuck his head in through the bedroom door. "So that's what you're up to. You've probably been spending so much time entertaining her today that the poor girl is ready for a rest. Maybe we better go rustle up some grub and let her alone for a while."
The mention of food made Celeste's heart leap. True to her word, Joan had not allowed Celeste to eat for the three whole days across the street. Her only food had been a watery bowl of oatmeal every morning that had been more to drink than to chew. There hadn't been anything solid in Celeste's stomach since before the party, which seemed so long ago.
Celeste begged them, pleaded-for anything, just something to chew. Rita looked back at her with a sadistic grin as Frank laughed.
"You just wait there, little filly," he promised. We'll bring you back something when we're through. Before you leave here to go somewhere else, I think you'll have had plenty of things in your mouth."
Hunger pangs gripped her as she hung alone heavily in the chains. There were crude metal clamps snapped around her wrists, with edges that bit into her flesh. The chains had been raised by a pulley on the ceiling until she stood on her tiptoes to keep all of the force off her battered arms. Her tits and ass were crossed with short, angry red lines-the imprint of the tightly woven tip of the lash that Rita was so expert in using. She was famished. Her strength was almost gone. If she didn't get something to eat soon, she doubted she'd even be able to lift her head.
It could have been hours before they returned-the dark-skinned girl with the oversized tits, and the long, lanky cowboy with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. Rita was dressed in cowhide and carried the evil lash, while Frank just sauntered around in tight jeans that showed the lump of his hefty cock.
The thing that interested Celeste most of all, however, was the plateful of tenderloin strips that he carried. They were succulent hunks of meat, browned to perfection, and Celeste could see the nourishing juices running from them to drip off the tilted plate. Celeste was so starved that she would have gladly gotten down on hands and knees and licked the drops up from the floor.
Frank approached her, picking one of the tenderloin strips up with his hand. He stopped then reached out to touch the end of meat stick to Celeste's right tit. The famished woman groaned when the heady smell of the beef flooded into her nose, and her mouth was washed so fully with saliva that it trickled out the corners of her lips. For the first time since she had been a baby, the honey-haired Celeste actually drooled.
"Please!" she begged. "Just give me one bite."
Frank rubbed the meat around her nipple then brought it to his own mouth. Celeste watched in fascinated horror as his teeth tore off a piece of the cooked flesh.
"Oh, please!" she groaned. "I haven't had anything to eat in days!"
"Don't forget Ralph's cock and Joan's cunthole," the man laughed, his mouth open while he chewed. Celeste couldn't tear her eyes away from the meat inside his mouth as he bit down and prepared to swallow.
Her stomach churned as his throat worked and swallowed. He held the ragged end of the bitten beef strip down at Celeste's crotch and wiped it straight up her pussy-slit. Then he lifted the food and sniffed at it before taking another bite.
Celeste's mind raced. She no longer cared about the whip. All she thought about was the browned, juicy beef that the taunting man was swallowing down.
The remainder of the strip of meat was shoved into Celeste's tight cunt-hole, fucking up into her channel. The meat was still warm and she felt the heat of it spreading inside her cunt-hole, and for the first time she wished her pussy was actually a mouth. When Frank pulled the meat out of her fuck-channel, he held the strip of meat up to Celeste's nose, and she could smell the cunt-juices on top of the aroma of the beef. Still she wanted that food more than anything she had ever desired in her life, and she snapped at it only to have it pulled out of sight.
"Not yet," Frank taunted Celeste. "You haven't earned your right to this meat. I'm going to give you a chance to earn as much of it as you want, and all it will cost you is that tender young asshole that you've been saving from everybody else."
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was an iron bar between her legs which held her feet far apart and which pulled open her thighs, and therefore her pussy and asscheeks. Frank and Rita had propped her onto her knees. Two sets of handcuffs locked her hands close to her feet. In the position it left her in, Celeste had no balance. If it hadn't been for the small cushioned ottoman that had been pushed under her naked chest, she would have been grinding her face directly into the dark brown carpet.
But as it was, it was her tits that ached. The succulent tit-mounds were smashed against the top of the small footstool with her weight. The leather stuck to her skin, refusing to let it glide, and each movement caused her skin to stretch painfully when the weight shifted and caused her tits to roll.
Frank was naked on his knees behind her, leaning forward and rubbing the palms of rough hands over Celeste's ass-cheeks. The tender assflesh was still sore from the whipping Rita had given it, and red marks from the tip of the lash still paraded from both sides to the ass-crease. Thick, calloused fingers rode down that valley of her shithole, pawing at the puckered brown bud before dipping even further where two of them nosed into Celeste's pussy-mouth and ran far up her cum-slickened cunt.
Rita, meanwhile, was bare-assed naked, huge tits like smooth mountains on her chest, and was sitting on the floor in front of Celeste. Her firm, dark-skinned legs were parted and her feet flanked to the sides of the footstool under Celeste's chest. The inner thighs of Rita's legs were a creamy tan, and were crowned where they met by a wild bramble of black cunt-hair surrounding the succulent lips of a red, hot dripping pussy. Already Rita's cunt-gash glistened with the juices of her excitement from having whipped the captive young woman early and also in anticipation of the delicious pain they would cause in the moments to come.
"Now, neighbor," Frank called from behind her ass. "I think I'm going to check out that cute little asshole that, in a few minutes, you're going to beg me to fuck."
"Never!" Celeste cried, trying to wiggle away. It was impossible with all of her weight settled on her tits and the points of her knees. "Don't do that awful thing to me! Just let me go! I'll do anything else you say. But I'm too small there for a cock. It'll kill me if you try to shove it in!"
"Pain's just a part of living," Frank laughed, twisting his greasy fingers out of Celeste's cunt and centering one of the greasy fingertips right on the eye of her asshole. "But I'll tell you what, neighbor-I won't corn-hole my cock into your ass until you beg me to do it. That ought to be fair enough for anybody."
For a fleeting second, Celeste actually felt relief. Right then, she knew that if there was one thing she'd never ask it was for someone to corn-hole her ass. Her little shitter was far too small to ever let a cock up her asshole, and just the idea of some man trying it almost frightened her to death because of the pain she knew that it would cause.
But Frank hadn't promised anything about his fingers, and he rammed one of them up her pouting asshole. Greased by the pussy-cream from Celeste's own cunt, the long, thick finger slid easily into her guts. Celeste yelped when she felt herself speared as the muscles of her assring screamed in pain from being shoved out of the way. Even a finger probing in her shithole was exceedingly uncomfortable, and it was nothing like a cock.
"That's a tight little hole," Frank assessed sadistically as he began pistoning his finger in Celeste's shitter. "It feels like that goddamn assring of yours is trying to strangle my finger. I can imagine what it's going to do to my cock when I corn-hole nine inches inside."
"Please don't!" Celeste wailed. He was treating it like a foregone conclusion. What about his promise, she wondered, as if she still had reason to believe anything her neighbors might say.
"Oh, I won't," Frank answered her curtly. "At least not until I hear you beg. And you will beg, you little bitch! You just wait and see!"
Between the pain in her ass and the wooziness from not eating, Celeste had been so lightheaded that she hadn't even noticed that Rita had left. It was only when the small girl slipped back into position in front of her that Celeste realized that her female captor had been gone. And, although it was Celeste's eyes that informed her that the dark-skinned bitch was back, it was Celeste's nose that shocked her senses.
Sweeping around her now was the strong aroma of juicy cooked beef and it ignited her mind with crazy visions of food. Celeste's mouth watered so furiously that saliva dripped from her lips. Her reactions were totally out of control after more than three days without solid food. Even the uncomfortable sensation of her asshole being reamed out by a finger was pushed into the background by the intense, grinding hunger that punished the young woman's body.
Celeste's eyes flashed. "Please! Where is it? I have to have something to eat!"
Rita just laughed and spread her legs wide.
"How about a little pussy to munch on?" she taunted the bound woman. The fingers of both of Rita's hands dipped into the dripping, hot pussy-slit and pried open the lips so she could tickle at the clit.
Celeste grimaced. She now recognized this as part of the game. The dark little whore would make her eat cunt-meat before getting a taste of the beef. But, Celeste resolved, it was nothing she hadn't been forced to do before. If it took eating out pussy to get food for her stomach, it was something she would have to do.
But there were still tricks to consider. "Can I have the meat after I lick your pussy?" Celeste asked, wanting it confirmed before the cunteating got started.
Rita just laughed sadistically and played with her pussy. She, too, liked somebody to beg.
Celeste quickly decided what would be needed, and allowed the dark woman to shame her even further.
"Please let me lick your pussy," Celeste begged, forcing from her mind what such a treatment meant. They weren't forcing cunthole into her face any longer, now they were making her ask for the punishment. If only she could get this terrible thing over with and end up with some food in her stomach.
Suddenly a pain speared through Celeste's ass, and her body jolted forward on the cushion of the stool. The movement caused the skin of her tits to stretch too far and send knife blades through her chest. Frank had shoved another thick finger up her asshole to join with the other, and now two were painfully pistoning in her shitter.
"That hurts!" Celeste whined, caught between the spearing of her asshole and the urgent aroma of beef knotting her stomach. Finally, her hunger won out and she groaned as her need for food became too powerful to resist.
Rita reached behind her back for a plate of tenderloin strips that had been browned enough to give them texture instead of leaving them totally limp. The dark girl picked up one of the succulent pieces and held it under Celeste's nose, tempting the bound woman until her stomach was tied in knots.
"Please!" Celeste begged, but each time the meat came within reach it was quickly pulled away before Celeste could sink her teeth into it to tear off a piece she could chew. Instead, Rita wiped the strip of meat between her own legs, running the tenderloin strip through the cunt-slit to collect some of the juices. Then Rita lifted it to her lips and took a large bite. Then she chewed on the meat with her lips open so Celeste could see into her mouth. Finally she swallowed it down.
"Nooo!" Celeste moaned, her head hanging in dejection. The pain in her ass was shooting through her stomach and crawling up her spine, but the strongest agony of them all was that which was gripping her stomach.
"Tell me what you'll do to get a bite of this meat," Rita hissed, holding the last bite of the first tenderloin strip almost beneath Celeste's nose. The smell of it made the naked captive slowly lift her head. The heady aroma rekindled her desperation.
"I'll eat your pussy!" Celeste gasped, the words bitter in her mouth. But was it enough? She sought hurriedly through her memories and came up with what she had been forced to do to Joan. She grimaced when she said it, but she promised: "I'll tongue-fuck your asshole. I'll lick it just like it was a cunt."
Rita howled with laughter and pushed the small bit of meat into Celeste's eager mouth. Immediately her teeth chomped down, sending beef juices running down her throat. Celeste gasped with pleasure and her body shook when the chewed meat slid down her throat. But it was just a beginning-just a taunt to her overall hunger-and it did nothing but make her more desperate.
"I've got to have more!" Celeste howled almost deliriously. "I need to eat! I'm starving to death!"
Rita rose then scooted another cushioned footstool over to where she had been sitting on the floor. When she perched atop it facing Celeste, her spread cunt was almost in the young captive's face. The cunt-gash was split open like overripe fruit. Another tenderloin strip was wiped along the gaping pussy, then Rita's fingers slowly forced the meat inside. When it was done, less than an inch of the cooked beef stuck out of Rita's cunt-hole and was aimed right at Celeste's face.
"I bet you'd really like to eat my pussy now, wouldn't you?" Rita demanded, obscenely rolling her naked ass on the cushion to make the tenderloin strip churn inside her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" Celeste gasped, unable to take her eyes off the nourishing food that jutted from Rita's fuck-pit. Right then, Celeste would have done anything just to be able to get her mouth on that red, hot cunt-hole and pull the beef out inch by inch.
"Then you better get to talking to Frank right now," Rita hissed. "Until his hard prick is cornholing your shitter, I'm not going to stick my pussy into your face! And until you beg him like you've never begged before, he's not going to push that cock up your ass!"
Celeste moaned. She was thunderstruck. Never had she heard anything so utterly filthy and humiliating in her life. Already the neighborhood had stripped her pride from her like the clothes that had been torn from her back at the party. Now Rita was demanding that Celeste sink even deeper into the debauchery that had already made a shambles of her life. Shame covered Celeste, and she felt embarrassed to be seen even by the people who were holding her so brutally captive. In only a few days, her nice, comfortable life had been turned upside-down until she was hardly sure of her name.
And now there was a juicy, hairy cunt just a foot from her face with a hunk of cooked meat jutting from it like an obscene miniature cock.
The pussy-juices inside Rita's fuck-pit were soaking the meat through and through, but Celeste knew she would eat it-in fact, hungered for it wildly-if it ever came within reach. Her mouth poured with saliva just from the sight and smell of the tenderloin strip resting there buried in that cunt.
Suddenly Frank's fingers ripped from Celeste's shithole. She gasped from the abrupt release of pressure. For a minute, she had even forgotten that he had been finger-fucking her ass and that realization stunned her, making her realize how desperate her need for food really was. Hands grappled at the front of her hips, bracing her solidly on the footstool. Celeste was sure that her asshole was about to be invaded. But, instead, Frank's raging prick crammed into Celeste's cunt-hole, the cock-head battering against the deep end of her cunt to drive her forward against the clinging leather.
"All you have to do is beg him to fuck cock into your shithole!" Rita urged, reaching down into her spread pussy to tickle at the clit. Drops of cunt-cream leaked out the sides of the meat buried in her fuck-pit.
"How about it, bitch?" Frank snarled from behind Celeste as he hammered hard prick back and forth in her cunt. "You want me to cornhole your ass or do you want to do without food for another three days?"
"Yes, please!" Celeste cried, her mind threatening to snap. She felt lost, bewildered.
"Please what, cunt-hole?" Rita chided. Her finger lashed at the top of her pussy-slit, slapping the clit back and forth.
"Do it to me!" Celeste wailed, almost choking on each of the words.
"Do what, bitch?" Frank growled, brutally slamming his cock against the opening to her womb. "You've got to say what you want and you've got to beg me to do it before you get any of that pussy-meat to eat!"
"Fuck me in the asshole!" Celeste screamed, all of her control now swept away. "Please corn-hole my shitter! Oh God, please ram your cock all the way up my asshole and tear up my guts. Please, please, fuck my asshole! Just let me eat out of her cunt!"
Laughter swirled through the room. Celeste couldn't imagine that two people could make such a furious din. Frank's throbbing prick was ripped from Celeste's cunt-hole, glistening with pussy-juices as he lined up the prick-head with the closed little brown mouth of her ass.
Celeste felt the thick cock-head center on her asshole, then the pressure began slowly parting the protecting ring of muscles. Slowly, her shithole was forced open and the whole cock-head was buried in her ass.
"Aaeeiii!" she screamed. Her asshole felt like m it would tear. The pain was horrendous and sent fear rocketing through her mind. Celeste was impaled on what felt like a sharp sword being rammed into her guts and, without pause, Frank was shoving more of his cock up her ass.
Rita was quick to join in. She used her hands on the floor to push the footstool on its rollers until her cunt was right in Celeste's young face. The piece of meat protruding from her pussyhole was the first thing to enter Celeste's mouth. When the captive woman's teeth bit down, they scraped against Rita's clit and the sensitive flesh of the inside of the cunt-gash. Rita gasped at the sudden pain and pleasure mixed together and her pussy bathed the meat with another flood of juices just as Celeste bit through the end of the tenderloin strip and gobbled the succulent flesh into her mouth.
Celeste moaned when she felt the meat being torn by her teeth. As she chewed, her lips worked against the satiny skin of Rita's pussy gash. The woman groaned and came even more, squirting pussy-juices onto Celeste's face and forcing another inch of meat out of the cunthole.
Frank's cock was halfway up the young captive woman's ass, and he grinned as he watched the throbbing prick gain another inch. The mouth of the shithole was stretched tightly around the shaft of his cock, and he could see the pressure as well as feel it as the ass-ring tried to strangle his corn-holing prick.
Celeste gasped as she swallowed the first bite of meat down and felt her asshole being stretched out of shape by the rampaging prick that was being forced into her guts. Her whole insides felt as if they were being pushed aside to make room for the raging fuck-monster being corn-holed into her ass. Never in her life had she felt such gut-splitting pain.
Celeste's mouth was spread wide from her gasp of pain and as it began to close, her lips dragged along Rita's pussy-flesh. Rita now was a fountain of juices spurting into her captive's face as Celeste sought the stick of meat out of all of the sex moisture to clamp down on it with her teeth. She ripped a piece of it off and began chewing wildly, trying to ignore the ton of fuckmeat filling up her ass.
Frank grunted as he shoved his prick all the way into his sex slave's ass. All of his prick was buried in the tight shithole, and his balls banged against the woman's cunt-slit as he rocked forward against her hips. Frank knew that Celeste's asshole would adjust to the size of his prick if he allowed the ass-ring to rest for a moment or two before actually beginning to corn-hole her guts. But Celeste's comfort didn't really concern him and he liked to hear her scream. So he yanked hard on his prick and jerked most of no it out of her shitter.
Celeste almost choked on the meat. His marauding cock hurt her asshole as much going out as it had going in. She was almost sure that it was a metal spike instead of a fleshy cockpole that had been fucked up her ass.
Rita groaned lewdly and humped with her pussy. None of the meat now poked out of her cunt-hole so Celeste knew she'd have to make the girl bear down and force the tenderloin out if Celeste was ever to get another bite. Celeste's tongue leaped from her lips and sought out the tingling clit at the top of the pussy-gash, and she licked it hard and furiously trying to make the woman cum even more. Within a few seconds, the effort worked and another inch of the nourishing meat slid out of Rita's fuck-pit.
Celeste bit down just as Frank's enormous cock thundered back in, driving clear to the root of his cock as the shaft rocketed into Celeste's tortured shit-hole. Her teeth clenched, grinding on the meat, and a constant squeal of pain began building in her chest.
"This asshole is like a vise!" Frank groaned, pulling his cock out and corn-holing it back in. The circle of intense pressure from the ass-ring rode up and down on his prick-shaft like a stranglehold on some victim's neck. "I think this ass-fucking is the best I've ever had!"
Celeste was back to licking clit. Occasionally her tongue would swirl down the pussy-gash to check if more meat had pushed out of the cunthole. Her tongue was a furious, flicking machine-licking, lapping, prodding, plunging-as if she had been sucking on pussy all of her life. But there was a reward for all that slavering attention; each time her tongue felt like it was pulling out by the root, another inch of that precious meat would slip out of the cunt-hole and be gobbled into Celeste's mouth. And when the first stick was gone, Rita reloaded her cunt with another choice slab of cooked meat for Celeste to eat from the juicy fuck-hole.
"This fucking shit hole is tearing up my prick!" Frank howled, driving hard cock deeply into Celeste's guts again. Now he was hammering his corn-holing prick as hard as he could into the mouth of Celeste's young ass. Jism was boiling up hot from his balls and he knew it wouldn't be long until he was bathing the inside of her shitter with cum.
Again and again, Rita reloaded tenderloin strips into her cunt-hole, and each time Celeste ate the meat from the pussy while taking out time to suck and lick on the clit. The knots in Celeste's stomach had slowly vanished under the onslaught of food soaked in pussy-juices from Rita's hot cunt. Finally, the hunger in Celeste's guts was beginning to fade. Hard cock hammered her ass-ring and her bowels into submission, both brutally corn-holed until they were forced to relax. Now that some of the resisting pressure was gone, Frank's cock glided through the remaining tightness with the shaft swelling farther and the cock-head ballooning.
"Here it is, whore!" the man bellowed and the first splash of his cum spouted into Celeste's ass. He lunged at her ass, sinking his prick deeply into her shithole where the ass-fucker pulsed again and again.
Suddenly Celeste's face yanked up from Rita's pussy and the young woman's neck bowed high, arching her whole back. Cuntcream covered the meat in her mouth as other pussy-juices ran down her face. In her abused asshole, a monstrous cock continued to blast cum into her guts as Celeste wailed and cried.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The maid's uniform they compelled Celeste to wear was made of black silk. With her honey-colored hair and the creamy white of her skin, it made her seem that much more naked.
Across her shoulders were two narrow straps, holding desperately to the bodice that was scooped low enough in front to reveal tiny arcs of nipple which crowned the small tits on her chest. Below the tits, the material clutched tightly to her ribs following the line to her stomach where a small white apron draped down to cover her cunt.
In the back of the garment, the protection was even more scarce. It went no farther down than her waist where it made loops for the apron strings but exposed her naked ass. On her legs were hose with heels and seams but without any panties-and a black garter belt cinched around her waist kept the stockings up on her thighs. Her shoes had five-inch spike heels.
Her mind was confused when she tried to remember how many days she had been kept at Ralph and Rita's. Three, perhaps four. It had seemed like more than a week. Time all ran together into one long memory of whips, chains and metal cuffs along with the fucking of her mouth, cunt and ass. At least she had been fed; that was more than could be said of before.
She had slowly built back her strength, but she couldn't say much for her back. The skin there, and across her ass-cheeks, was a map of red lines crisscrossing about. It seemed that Rita had a thousand whips and she must have used every one. Even her poor tits felt beaten. Her clit throbbed from a nip or two, and even her asshole had taken some blows. It hadn't ended until Ed showed up at the front door.
One thing was for sure-he certainly looked well-fucked. That made Celeste so mad. But when she had tried to protest, Ed slapped one lis palm viciously across her tits. The back of his hand made the return across her tortured nipples. Celeste screamed and slumped, the chains reaching toward the ceiling holding her partially erect. Now she understood completely that her husband was no longer any kind of help in this terrible nightmare of neighborhood fuck.
It was shortly after noon when Ed led her naked down the sidewalk with a long leather leash attached to the collar around her neck. The blows had taken the fight out of the young woman, and she was desperate to get out of Frank's and Rita's house. So she was on the sidewalk with bare feet padding on the concrete before she realized that she was as bare-assed naked as she could be.
Frantically she looked around as she passed her own house, wanting to dash up onto the porch. If she could only make it inside, she would be home, in her own cozy little world. But such easy relief was not to be. With a terrible jerk on the leash, Ed pulled her off-balance and hauled Celeste past her own house to the one on the other side. The sexual tour of the neighborhood was continuing, and Celeste knew there would be more torment and pain.
She and Ed were met at the front door by Zelda. Her eyes were like blue ice and her hair was so blonde that it was almost white as it fell straight to the back of her waist with some ends curling up onto her ass. The color of Zelda's skin was a pale cream as if the sun never touched her flesh, and her full lips were painted a sultry maroon highlighted by high cheekbones and the sharp point of a delicate chin. Her body was sleek, fully as thin as Celeste's although Zelda was a couple of inches taller.
On her feet she wore long black leather boots with high-spiked heels and there was a pair of ebony gloves on her arms that reached almost to her armpits. There were sharp metal studs across the backs of her hands molded into the gloves. On her body was a collection of leather straps and metal rings, with a crotch piece that was only barely wide enough to cover the lips of her pussy.
Thick straps ran over her shoulders and around her sides to connect in the back and give support to the contraption for her tits. There, thongs circled the base of her small tit-mounds as other framed up toward the nipples, which were circled by heavy metal rings pressed into her firm flesh. The nipples bulged.
Zelda looked cool. And viciously mean. She was like a cold, calculating blonde European bitch.
"Ah, my little chickadee," Zelda purred in a husky voice, "so it's finally my turn. I heard you were coming so you'll notice that I dressed in up."
The naked Celeste almost laughed. Were all of her neighbors really crazy? The blonde woman had said that she had dressed up without even a hint of a smile at the silly clothing that she wore. It was so demented that a chill ran right through Celeste's young body. She stared at Zelda. The blonde woman was as serious about this as she could be.
Suddenly Celeste panicked and tried to run for the door. Ed pulled on the leash popping her head and neck back, and her feet flew out in front. Celeste crashed down heavily onto the carpet on her naked ass, knocking her breath clear from her lungs.
"Do you want to stay and join us in enjoying this little slut?" Zelda asked.
"Not this time. I'm on my way over to see Wanda who says she has an interesting way to fuck."
Zelda laughed. Celeste shivered when she heard her own husband talk about fucking the cunt of another woman. Then suddenly the door slammed and Ed was gone, leaving Celeste alone with the woman decked out in bondage and discipline attire.
"Please," Celeste begged, hoping to win over this new woman. "The others have treated me so bad. Just look at my naked skin, bruised and marked by Rita's terrible whips, and I can't even us begin to tell you the awful things they made me do."
"Oh, what's that?" Zelda asked in a curious voice. One eyebrow arched upward in an unnatural way. It was as if one part of her face could move without letting the other in on the secret.
Celeste gulped but figured that she had to tell. Anything to win this woman over to her side and get a rest from the sex and perversion.
"They whipped me and hit me!" Celeste sobbed, losing control of her emotions as she let it boil out. "They chained me down and fucked my pussy and mouth. They made me eat cunt-hole and cogk. Frank fucked his hard prick up my tiny asshole and almost split my guts in two!"
Zelda's painted lips pulled into a sneer. Her voice dripped in sarcasm. "Jack will be glad to hear that since he hates to corn-hole a cherry ass."
The words hit Celeste like a slap across the face. The other woman had been mocking her, totally without sympathy, while Celeste had shamed herself and begged. This blonde whore was no less a bitch than the dark-skinned slut on the other side!
Celeste didn't resist when Zelda pulled on the leash and led her through the house on her hands and knees. Everyone had been treating her like a dog and she almost automatically heeled as she followed Zelda to the back of the house. A door led into what was once a large garage that had been converted to a playroom for perverted sex.
In the middle were the chains from the ceiling that Celeste now recognized immediately. She wondered how long it would be until she swung by the cuffs on her hands. Along one wall was hung a small collection of whips. There were handcuffs and tethers, rubber balls with straps, and a bunch of things Celeste didn't recognize at all. Against two of the other walls were pushed an odd assortment of crazy devices that looked as if they had been designed by inmates of an asylum.
Suddenly Zelda grabbed both of Celeste's naked tits, squeezing them hard with her fingers. The grip on her flesh was so brutal that the fingertips disappeared in the pliable tits.
"No!" Celeste shrieked and went to her back. Then the blonde woman quickly shoved Celeste's legs wide apart and clamped the ankles to cuffs mounted in the floor. Celeste's arms were then twisted well past her head and locked to clamps that were there.
"Now," Zelda hissed as she stood above Celeste. "We're going to get that newly-grown peach fuzz from your cunt!"
Zelda walked to a small sink where she ran the water, then carried shaving cream and a razor back to the middle of the room. Without hesitation, she stooped, lathered the cuntmound then whisked off the paltry bit of cunthair that Celeste had managed to grow in the past few days.
"There," she finally concluded, wiping the last of the soap from Celeste's pussy-hump. "We've got you as slick as a new-born baby."
Zelda stood up and laughed at the frightened, naked girl beneath her. Then she raised her right foot and brought the sharp point of her spiked heel right down on the nipple of Celeste's tit. Celeste's tit ached where it was smashed into the bones of her chest. As Zelda twisted her foot, Celeste's nipple felt as if it would tear off. The spike threatened to break right through her ribs as the blonde sadistic woman pressed down, putting much of her weight on the leg. Then she stepped back and listened to Celeste howl, delighted with how she had already terrified her young neighbor who owned a deliciously slick, shaven cunt.
"Now we're going to teach you a few manners," Zelda purred, her voice like that of a crazy, demented woman. Whatever Zelda was going to do next, Celeste was sure she would hate it and that it would bring her nothing but torment and pain.
Zelda turned, spinning on one of her narrow m spiked heels, and the long blonde hair flowed against the leather straps across her back. For the first time, Celeste could see that the other woman's ass-cheeks were completely bare and that only a thong passed up the crack of her ass. The cool European bitch was almost completely naked except for the leather straps.
Zelda walked out of sight, and Celeste could hear her rummage in some cabinets. Then the soft patter of footsteps returned and Celeste looked up as two pieces of small rope came into view. Her eyes followed them down from Zelda's fingers to a pair of small nooses at the bottom. Very deliberately, Zelda lowered her hands, causing the nooses to drape separately around the bases of the mounds of Celeste's little tits. Seeing that they were right, Zelda yanked the ropes, snaring both of the firm titmounds inside the nooses, pulling them tight.
"Nooo!" Celeste groaned as she felt the ropes bite in. Then she screamed as Zelda yanked on the ropes again. The thin rope was like wire biting into her flesh. The tits bulged obscenely toward the nipples, which stood out like pimples ready to burst. Zelda pulled the rope on Celeste's tit sharply to the side and leaned over and laced it through a ring several feet away on the floor.
She jerked it tight and tied it, then went to the other side of Celeste to do the same to the line on the left. When it was done, Celeste's tits were choked by the ropes and pulled viciously to opposite sides. Her tits were so sorely stretched that the swollen nipples cleared the sides of her body and the mounds of tit-flesh hurt clear to their roots.
And it was apparently time for another trip to the cabinets by Zelda. When she came back this time, she was carrying a pair of lengths of thin wire in her hands. On the end of each was fastened a saw-toothed metal clip shaped like a large paper clip. The other ends of the wires were fed into holes in the floor several feet on opposite sides of Celeste's body.
Zelda smiled, appearing satisfied with herself. Quickly, she stepped between Celeste's legs and bent over to snap the metal clips to the opposite lips of Celeste's tender cunt.
"That hurts!" the young Captive howled but it wasn't anything like the pain that began when Zelda began turning a small handle. As she did, the wires tightened as they stretched in opposite directions causing the metal clamps to bite deeply into the pouting pussy-lips on each side of Celeste's cunt-gash. Then, as the wires tightened even more, the tiny metal teeth bit through the skin and slowly pulled her pussy-lips wide. Celeste cried, her voice broken with sobs, as twin trickles of blood leaked back into the gaping pussy-slit.
"I can't stand this!" the honey-haired sex slave shrieked, almost consumed by her pain and shame. She wanted to thrash about to try to throw the evil things from her body, but all she managed was to hurt her cunt-lips and tits even more.
"You haven't seen anything yet, you little American whore!" Zelda snapped, the backs of her hands pressed into the naked flesh of her sides. The metal spikes on the backs of the gloves punched indentations into the skin. "You think you can have anything you want and that you don't have to learn any patience and restraint. Well, I'm here to collect those debts you owe for taking what you want, and to teach you a little about pain."
"No!" Celeste screamed. "I haven't done anything!"
"No?" Zelda snarled, her upper lip curling back from her teeth. "Before the party, you fucked my husband one morning and you didn't even ask me my permission!"
"Your permission!" Celeste raved in frustration and fear. "He raped me. Oh God, please! Don't hurt me! Set me free!"
"I'll give you something to scream about!" Zelda sneered and walked back over to the cabinets. Returning, she carried a small metal box strung with wires back to Celeste's naked, outstretched legs. She ran the electrical cord over to a wall outlet, then dropped to her .knees by Celeste's feet. Carefully, she took the thin wire that came out of the box and attached it with an alligator clip to Celeste's tiny clit.
Celeste squealed when she felt the metal teeth bite into the tingling little bud of sex nerves. She froze, afraid that the new clip would cut her clitshaft just like the other clamps had put small bloody slits into the lips of her cunt. Zelda rose to her feet, magnificent in her leather, and placed the sole of one boot down on a button on the top of the small metal box.
Suddenly a door opened. Celeste gasped out in relief. Perhaps it was Ed coming to rescue her from the clutches of this evil blonde woman. But it wasn't Celeste's husband that came through the door, it was Jack. Zelda's mate walked up and stared down at the bound woman on the floor.
"Please help me!" Celeste whined. "She's hurting me. Make your wife stop all these terrible things!"
"Are you about to zap her?" the husky man asked his wife.
"Right when you walked in," Zelda said firmly. "You're just in time to watch the show."
Jack grinned crookedly. "God, I love to watch pussy getting electrocuted!"
The metal clamps on Celeste's pussy-lips had broken the skin and the teeth were riding into flesh. The ropes on her tits were strangling her tit-mounds, and it felt like tit-flesh would be torn from her chest. And right there at the top of her cunt-gash was an electrical wire that was about to shock her tortured clit.
"No!" Celeste screamed as Zelda's foot came down, holding open the switch to allow the electricity to flow. It poured into Celeste's clit like a fast-running river of fire to spread through her cunt and then into her asshole.
She screamed as her stomach and chest clenched. Her body leaped, tearing at the ropes and wires. Suddenly Zelda's foot lifted and the current quickly died, leaving Celeste gasping for breath.
Again the foot came down, and the electricity leaped through Celeste's body and ran all the way to her brain. Lights flashed in her head, her body jolted against the floor. Her mouth opened silently, unable to find sufficient air. Finally the electrical connection was broken again, sending Celeste slumping heavily against the floor.
Four more times they shocked her, each time longer than the time before. Every nerve in Celeste's body felt sizzled and her tits and tattered pussy-lips had gone numb. After the final shock, Zelda reached down and stripped the wire from Celeste's clit, throwing it to the side as she turned to her husband, Jack.
"She thinks she's on fire," the blonde torturer snickered. "Maybe you better give her some moisture to put it out."
Jack laughed and stepped up between Celeste's stretched legs, then he unsnapped his pants and hauled out his large cock. The finger of one hand wrapped around its thick base as he aimed the cock-head at Celeste's battered tits. Horrified, as if in a nightmare, the bound woman watched as the end of his prick spouted a hissing stream.
Piss cascaded down onto her naked body. It splashed from her wet tits, down across her stomach and into her unnaturally gaping pussy gash. The cunt-lips were still spread by the wires and the stream rippled clear into her cunt-hole as Celeste began to scream.
But the terrifying pair of torturers wasn't yet done. Sidestepping Jack's piss stream, Zelda straddled Celeste's head then ripped off her garment. Celeste was shocked that the woman's cunt was as cleanly shaven as her own. The baldheaded little pussy-mound was slowly being lowered toward her face. The blonde's hand slowly pushed the strap away from her pussy and ass. Jack's piss was still landing in Celeste's cunt-hole and the tortured woman couldn't believe that Zelda wanted to have her pussy licked. When the woman's crotch stopped a foot above her face, Celeste shivered, finally knowing what was to be done.
As she watched, the tiny piss-hole in the woman's cunt-slit slowly flared open, releasing a hot stream of steaming yellow piss that splashed directly into Celeste's waiting face. Some of the hot, salty liquid landed in Celeste's mouth and poured into her throat, and she had to swallow it down to keep herself from choking to death.
It was horrible! Now she knew just how debased one person could be! She knew her neighbors had finally forced her to the point that nothing worse could be done.
CHAPTER NINE
If there was one thing about the vicious Wanda that characterized her more than anything else, it was the color of red. For about her, there was pink, peach, crimson, scarlet and everything in between. From the top of the woman's head clear down to the toenails painted blood-red, the Amazon-like Wanda was naturally decked out in the color of war.
Her hair was a full-blown red, dark with touches of orange. She was a redhead and she let everyone know it. She would have been a redhead if shorn of every hair on her body.
The color of her face was a rich peach, often enhanced by a bright flush in her cheeks when blood was stirred by sexual excitement. Her emerald eyes seemed designed to highlight the redness of her skin, and, on her chest, the pinked surface of the tit-mounds gave way to nipples surrounded by crowns of red without a touch of brown. Toenails were blood-colored. Her cunt-hair was a swarming mass of fiery bush that curled angrily across her abdomen and almost up to her navel.
The woman had always impressed Celeste as imposing and threatening, so much so that the smaller woman had actually avoided her in the neighborhood. Since they had met, Wanda had intimidated Celeste by her mere presence and both women had known it, silently accepting that that was how it was. And now, naked in all her red splendor, Wanda frightened the trembling Celeste almost to the point where the young woman pissed herself.
Wanda stood over her, glaring down with glinting teeth.
"I'm going to do you a favor although you won't consider it one right now," the Amazon said as she looked down at Celeste, naked and chained to the floor. "I'm going to stretch that little cunt-hole of yours with my whore-ripper before I take you for a little walk outside."
Celeste squealed and fought with the chains. Above her, Wanda strapped a monstrous dildo to the front of her cunt. Leather belts clutched her magnificently swelled ass, holding the dildo tightly in place. Just the sight of the phony prick put Celeste's heart into her throat because the shaft was a full twelve inches long and too thick for one hand to reach around. The cock-head looked as big as a clenched fist to the frightened young woman on the floor.
"Don't fuck me with that!" the captive neighbor gasped. "It's too big! It'll tear me to pieces!"
Wanda swiped at the shaft of the dildo with one hand. It was locked tightly so the pole stiffly rebounded and almost hummed as it vibrated in place. Unknown to Celeste, there were ridges in the undersides of its base designed to stimulate the pussy-flesh of the wearer and Wanda was looking forward to what it would do for her cunt-hole and clit. From a bottle, she poured a handful of mineral oil, then massaged the greasy lubricant into the shaft of the phony cock.
"Pussies were meant to be ripped!" Wanda laughed sadistically and dropped to her knees between Celeste's outstretched legs. Then she leaned to one side then the other, freeing the young captive's legs.
"Hoist those goddamn feet up onto my ass and spread your pussy wide for some hard rubber prick!"
Celeste automatically did as she was told. As soon as Celeste's heels dug into naked female ass-cheeks, Wanda positioned the massive rubber cock-head against the mouth of Celeste's tight cunt. With one tremendous shove, all of the cock-head and a fourth of the dildo's massive shaft were w-edged into Celeste's young fuck-hole.
"No!" the bound woman screamed, knowing her pussy-flesh was going to tear. It felt like her cunt was trying to swallow a water glass and there was a lot more of the dildo to come.
The red-haired Amazon grunted as she began fucking the phony cock into her sex slave. With each stroke, the captive cunt-hole seemed to give a little more, allowing more inches of the false prick to grind into the greasy fuck channel. Wanda glanced down and Celeste's cunt-hole was stretched almost to the point of disbelief around the hefty whore-fucker that Wanda really loved to use.
The chained woman shrieked as the rubber cock-head hit the bottom of her cunt. Her whole pussy-hole was filled up worse than it had ever been before.
* * *
The collar was so tight that it constricted her breath, and Celeste's knees and palms were sore by the time she was only partway down the sidewalk in front of the Mosely's. Wanda Mosely had still been fucking her cunt when Bill had finally arrived from work, and both he and
Wanda had had a good laugh over the size of the dildo being somehow insufficient for whatever purpose it was being used. Celeste had been sure they were merely taunting her and, at the time, she really didn't care. The only thing important was that Bill's arrival ended the brutalizing of her cunt-hole by that oversized rubber fuck-pole, and she hoped that never again would anything that big be forced into her fuck-hole. She considered herself lucky that her pussy hadn't been torn to shreds.
"You care for a walk this afternoon before it gets dark," Bill asked his wife. His voice was almost meek. "I'm sure your little bitch would like to get outside for a change rather than spending all of her time in the neighborhood dungeons."
Celeste looked up at the man when the naked Wanda yanked the dildo from her cunt and moved out of the way. As Celeste's pussy collapsed so quickly it made her gasp, her eyes pawed the male who had walked into the door to see if there was any chance that he might give her some help. But what Celeste saw wasn't very encouraging. Bill just didn't look too affected by it at all. His voice was still a monotone, his eyes a lackluster gray. His features showed neither approval or disapproval at finding his wife fucking false cock into another woman.
He was short for a man, maybe five or six inches taller than the diminutive Celeste but still a good half-foot shorter than his Amazon wife. Even if he did disapprove, Wanda could probably whip Bill's ass all over the room, so he chose the quiet, compliant path.
"That sounds like a good idea," Wanda agreed, unstrapping the phony prick from her loins. Her pussy-hair was wet with sweat that she had worked up while fucking Celeste's young cunt. "I've got a new leather skirt that no one's seen and it'll be a good time to show it around."
Leather skirt? Celeste should have known. This wasn't going to be any casual walk around the neighborhood, peacefully enjoying the lateafternoon sun. And, as much as she begged them, they gave her no clothes and forced the collar around her neck. Wanda used the riding crop until Celeste consigned herself to hands and knees, then they led her out the front door with her naked ass shaking in the breeze.
Oh God, what shame! Except for the brief scurries from house to house, at least Celeste's miseries had remained indoors. Now she was totally naked, groveling at their feet, with her pussy there for everyone to see and her tits hanging down toward her hands. A wave of humiliation washed through her. By the time she had crawled to the sidewalk that ran alongside the street, Celeste felt branded by degradation, and knew she would be stained for the rest of her life. It didn't matter that many of the neighbors had already fucked her pussy, asshole and mouth because at least that part had been out of sight. Now she was being paraded for the whole world to see that she was nothing better than a bitch dog on the street.
People stepped to their doors to see. Celeste groaned and looked down and straight ahead. She heard the loud laughter of Jack as he bellowed and told Zelda to come and see. On the other side, Joan was cheering Wanda on as the red-haired Amazon kept Celeste moving by lashing her ass with a riding crop.
Then there were footsteps and a voice Celeste didn't immediately recognize. She glanced up and there was Tim Simmons standing just a few feet away.
"Oh no!" the naked young captive gasped. Here was somebody that wasn't even part of the sadistic neighborhood group! This was an outsider, standing on a public street, closely eyeing a female neighbor's pussy and asshole while she crawled along like a bitch dog in heat!
Wanda lashed at Celeste's back when she tried to sit up to cover her exposed cunt and asshole. The riding crop battered into her arms when they reached up to hide her tits. Crying with pain, Celeste went back onto all fours and was sure that her whole body turned red with m shame. Humiliation was a lump as big as a basketball in her throat.
"What the hell you got here, Bill?" Tim Simmons laughed, leaning over to get a better look at Celeste's tits. "Looks to me like that's Celeste from a couple of doors down, so what's going on?"
"Just taking the bitch dog for a walk in the neighborhood, Tim," Bill answered smoothly. "You might as well get used to it because you may be seeing things like this a lot."
"Shit, I don't mind!" Tim exploded in laughter. "Of course, I don't know what Betty will think of it. Now that I think of it, though, she might even find it exciting. She likes to read about things like being tied up."
"She'll get her chance," Wanda purred, her hand tight on the leash. Celeste could feel the sexual excitement of the other woman by the tension on her neck.
"I don't know," Tim said dubiously.
Bill interrupted the indecisive thoughts. There would be enough time to plan about Betty later.
"Do you like to watch bitch dogs, Tim?" he asked the other man. "Did you ever see one take a piss?"
Celeste twisted her head around. She could see six or seven of the houses of the neighborhood, including her own down and across the street. And she knew that if she could see the houses, anyone out in the yards or looking through the windows would be able to see what was going on. Already there were a couple of people wandering about besides Tim, and Celeste knew each of them could observe her naked torment.
"Never saw that, at least not one that looked like this," Tim laughed, cocking his head to the side as he looked at Celeste's little tits and her firm ass-cheeks. He moved over a bit so he could see her cunt from the back. Celeste dipped her ass just a bit in an effort to cover her pussy, but a jerk on the leash made her rise back up.
"Okay, you heard him, you little slut!" Wanda snarled, slapping the riding crop painfully against Celeste's naked ass-cheeks. "Hunker your ass down and let's see you piss like a bitch dog."
"Not here on the sidewalk!" Celeste cried. "Oh please, let me go back inside!"
"Bitch dogs don't use a toilet!" Wanda hissed, slashing with the thin whip again. The shaft cut a deep line of angry red into the tender mounds of Celeste's ass.
"No!" Celeste cried, trying to resist as she was aware of other people coming out of their houses. They were slowly drifting down to where the naked woman was being tormented right out there for everyone to see.
"Either do it now or wait until you have the whole neighborhood watching you!" Wanda growled, slapping the riding crop viciously across Celeste's back. "Maybe you want everybody to see that piss streaming out of your cunt!"
That left Celeste no choice at all. Humiliated, she spread her knees on the hard concrete and pushed her pussy toward the ground. Wanda and Bill kicked softly at her arms and stepped on her fingers until the tortured girl had to rise clumsily on her gaping knees so that all of them would have a chance to see clear into her cunt.
At first Celeste thought she'd never be able to piss. With everyone watching, her little pisshole was scared shut and refused to work, and the pain from the pressure of trying to force piss through ran all the way up to hurt her guts. She wanted to cry, to say that it would never work, but there was always Wanda with her savage riding crop ready to lash Celeste half to death. And the longer she delayed, the more people would gather, and already an extra person or two had stepped up to the group.
Celeste bore down, forcing with her abdomen down onto the swollen bladder and the pathway to her cunt. It ached so badly that it felt like an ice pick had been driven from her pussy up to her bladder.
"Noooo," Celeste groaned as the first few drops of hot piss began to leak out from her cunt-gash. And once that barrier had been breached, the stream came out in a storm, hissing from her piss-hole to splash against the concrete of the sidewalk and splatter back all over her cunt and the insides of her thighs. The steaming wetness of the piss branded her with shame, stripping away what little dignity she had been able to maintain. She was beyond embarrassment, beyond mere disgrace.
"Look at that bitch piss!" Tim Simmons exclaimed. He leaned further to press closer to make sure he could see everything. Never had he seen anything as exciting as watching one of the neighborhood women being forced to piss on the sidewalk. The sight made his cock raging hard.
"She's sure squirting the old golden shower," Ralph laughed, after wandering down the street to see what was going on. "Why didn't I think of this when I had the cunt sex slave under my power?"
"Everybody got a chance to keep her for a while?" Tim asked incredulously.
"We pass her around," Wanda confirmed. "And while we do, old Ed gets more fucking and cock-sucking than he ever imagined. If you want that, Tim, all you have to do is to join up and bring Betty along as our next sex slave. You said she liked to read about being tied up and punished."
Tim didn't answer but even Celeste, with the stream of piss growing slower as her bladder emptied, could tell that the neighbor was interested. The lump in the front of Tim's pants was so hard and large that his cock must have been trying to tear a way out.
"What happens next?" Tim asked enthusiastically as the last of the drops of Celeste's piss hit the concrete.
It was Bill who answered, the slow, calm voice of the man who had appeared to almost hold himself above what had been going on even to the point of never undressing when they had ambushed Celeste at the party. But this time when he spoke, his words, if not his tone, were some of the most vicious that the tormented, frightened young captive had heard.
"Since she's enough of a bitch dog to piss on the sidewalk," Bill said, "I assume she must be in heat. And if she's in heat, I expect she's looking for some stud dog that's got a bone big enough to lock up in her cunt right here for everyone to see."
"And that's you, Bill," Ralph laughed hilariously. "The only man with a cock big enough."
Celeste couldn't believe it. They couldn't really be talking about Bill fucking her right there alongside the street! And what was this about some enormous cock?
"Get her over onto the grass," Bill said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm not going to make a wreck of my knees."
Just mine, Celeste thought wildly as the whole crowd came up and began nudging her away from the street with their legs. Wanda pulled on the leash, helping them along, until Celeste was several feet into the grass back on her hands and knees. Bill's shirt fluttered to the ground in front of her face and Celeste glanced up just as the man stripped down his pants. For a second, the frightened woman was astounded and confused when she saw what looked like a third arm jutting out from his groin.
Then it hit her-it was his cock that she was looking at. It wasn't even entirely hard yet and already it was the biggest cock she had ever seen. The prick was so large it was almost deformed and, beneath it, hung balls that reached more than halfway down to the knees.
"No!" she cried and tried to back away. But the laughing crowd had surrounded her and held her in place. The heavy cock-head banged against Celeste's right cheek, jarring her as if the blow had been from a fist. The swollen cockapple was almost as big as Celeste's clenched hand and the shaft was as thick as a child's arm.
"Open your mouth and get my cock-head wet," Bill calmly ordered, standing naked in the middle of the yard in the bright afternoon.
"I can't!" Celeste squealed. "It's too big for my mouth!"
"Think what it's going to do to your cunt unless you get it moist," Wanda hissed, going to her knees beside Celeste's shoulder. "Think how it's going to rip that little pussy unless you get some lubrication on that horse-cock of his!"
Celeste gulped and opened her mouth. Bill jammed the front half of the cock-head through her lips. There the enormous prick-pole w-edged and Celeste cried as her lips were sorely stretched.
"Try harder!" Wanda ordered sadistically. "Lick the end of it and get it wet."
Celeste's tongue swirled around the rubbery cock-flesh. The tip of her tongue found the pissslit and parted it, even slipping into it for a half-inch. Bill shoved and the crowd cheered as the entire cock-head w-edged tightly through her lips.
"Let's hope her pussy is bigger than that!" Bill snarled, his voice finally showing his true colors. He ripped the cock-head from her mouth, tearing one of the corners of her lips, then walked around behind the naked woman on her hands and knees in the grass. Celeste had only gotten a glimpse of the completely hard cock as he had backed away and the prick had looked as large and long as his forearm.
"No!" she screamed as his hands pawed at her naked ass-cheeks, forcing the mounds far apart. At the same time, the hands shoved her forward, collapsing her arms. Celeste pitched into the grass on her face. Her ass and cunt-hole were still high on her knees as she felt a fist-like cock-head jam against the lips of her cunt. She had thought before that the monstrous dildo would be the largest thing that would ever enter her pussy. Now she understood that Wanda had only been loosening up her cunt-hole for a taste of the real thing. Now, not only was she going to be fucked by a cock the size of a horse's, it was going to happen right out in a front yard of the neighborhood with everyone standing around and cheering.
A blood-curdling scream ripped from the young woman when the oversized cock-head was jammed into the channel of her cunt. The pussy-mouth stretched unbelievably, protesting with excruciating pain over the terrible intrusion. The prick, moistened only by her own spit, skewered her like a sharpened fence post being shoved into her guts.
"Fuck that horse-cock into that pussy!" Tim Simmons screamed in excitement. He was turned on by watching the brutal fucking more than by any other thing in his life.
"Rip that bitch!" Wanda urged her husband. "Teach her what a real cock feels like!"
Slowly the enormous cock pushed inside
Celeste's cunt-hole, filling her and pushing things aside. It felt like she was giving birth in reverse as the gigantic cock-head urged her hip bones apart. Thankfully, the pussy-hole had found a way to help keep the damage slight. Immediately, it had flooded her whole fuckchannel with juices that bathed over the mighty fuck-pole stretching out her cunt. Still even that lubrication couldn't eliminate the terrible pain as the cock began pistoning slowly into her pussy-chute.
"No! No! No!" Celeste cried, her voice beating in rhythm to the brutal fucking of her guts. Each time the monstrous cock-head rammed to the back of her cunt-hole, it forced another cry from her lungs. Her head swirled from the brutal pain, and flashes of sexual current rocketed back and forth along her spine. Her ass began humping to meet the hammering thrusts of the fence post of a prick. Faster and faster her ass worked, wetter and wetter her pussy-chute became. As the violent fucking went on, her cries took more of a tone of excitement rather than of pain.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she encouraged him right before the horse-cock erupted its cum. The rest was lost in the flashes and flares of the explosion of her body as the delirious young captive was catapulted through an enormous cum of her own.
CHAPTER TEN
Two weeks can change so many things. Fourteen days before, at just this time, Celeste had been walking down the street, somewhat skittish, with her husband on the way to a party. Little had she known then that the get-together at the Mosely's would change the whole pattern of her existence. In those fourteen days, she had never stepped back into her own house, and more times than not had a cock or cunt mashed into her face or a prick driven up her pussy or asshole. She had swallowed more cum, both male and female, than she had ever known existed and had caught at least twice that much in her cunt-hole and shitter.
She hadn't had to walk to tonight's party, the one celebrating the end of her first two weeks in the group. She had already been at the Mosely's and she understood that the complete bondage would be over now that she had to go back to work on Monday morning, but the expectation of the whole group was that she would continue to serve their complete needs for a sex slave in the evenings and on the weekends until another couple was taken in.
There was a serious talk about Tim and Betty joining, and Jack and Rita had already tentatively planned one of their joint rapes such as they used on Ed and Celeste to get them into the group. As Celeste hung in the chains waiting for the party to begin, she wasn't sure just what she thought about the new couple and whether they should actually be made a part of the neighborhood bondage and fuck scene.
After all, what would it mean for her?
As each of the people came into the party at the Mosely's, one of the first things they saw was Celeste's naked ass. She was hanging above the floor from four chains that had been attached to the ceiling. Each of them had a good laugh at seeing the welt marks and bruises on her poor tortured ass, and a few couldn't keep from ramming fingers into her cunt and asshole. Even her husband thought it hilarious, and even dropped his pants to fuck hard prick into her swaying cunt. While he did, Frank stood in front of Celeste's face and ran his cock down her throat.
"Hey, Pard," Frank called to Ed, "you punch while I pull back. We'll get this little doggie to really swinging before we give her our loads."
They rocked her back and forth until first Ed then Frank blasted her full of sticky cum.
"This has been one of our best sex slaves!" Ralph joined in enthusiastically and his wife, Joan, gave him a caustic look.
"You forget too damn quickly about me," she swore, getting up from her seat.
"We had our turn," Wanda, the Amazon, said as she met Joan near the middle of the room. The large woman wrapped her arms around Joan and slowly pulled up the short hem of Joan's dress. Scarlet-tipped fingers dipped into the slender woman's cunt-hole and stroked the tiny clit.
"Yeah," Joan said, slipping away. She sat down on the floor and scooted under Celeste's hips. "But I've got a way to punish the little bitch for taking my place."
At first Celeste thought the other woman was going to eat the cum out of her cunt-hole, and Joan did take a couple of swipes at the leaking pussy-slit with her tongue. Then her mouth moved to the top of the cunt-mound above the clit and the top of the gash. No one had shaved Celeste's pussy for a number of days and the stubble had grown back around her slit. Joan licked the skin then sucked on it with her lips, then bit down on a couple of the short stubs of cunt-hair.
"Ouch!" Celeste screamed when Joan twisted her head sharply to the side. The cunt-hair held by Joan's teeth ripped out of the tender flesh around Celeste's pussy-gash. Quickly Joan's mouth was at it again, biting down on stubs of hair and tearing them out of Celeste's poor cuntmound. The bound young woman was now shrieking in pain.
Joan wasn't the only woman with punishment on her mind, and Wanda was already standing near. She stripped from her brief clothes, standing magnificently naked as she held Celeste's face up by the ears. Carefully, she fitted Celeste's mouth tightly into her cunt-gash over the cunt-hole. Celeste's nose slipped into the top of the pussy-gash, and when she was pulled closer, found that she couldn't breathe. She panicked when her breath wouldn't come. All she could do was suck pussy-flesh into her mouth and nose. And the more she fought, the tighter Wanda held her face smashed into the smothering cunt. It was only when Celeste was almost crazy with the need for air, that Wanda finally backed away and laughed.
Rita had a short whip and she lashed it against Celeste's back and tender ass, while Zelda took Wanda's place at the face of the bound woman. She, too, used the ears to lift Celeste's mouth into place covering the whole top part of her pussy-gash. Although Celeste could breathe, her mouth was plastered to cunt and held there by the pressure of tight hands on the back of her head. As she wondered what was to happen, Celeste felt a warm wetness spreading in her mouth. When the hot liquid stung her tongue with the sharp taste of salt, Celeste realized that Zelda was pissing in her mouth!
She fought futilely. Held above the floor by the chains, there was nothing she could push to get herself away. Hot piss flooded into her mouth, clogging her throat. All she could do was swallow in self-defense and suck the hot piss down her throat. She drank, swallow after swallow, as the blonde woman emptied a full bladder of piss right into Celeste's gulping mouth.
"Maybe we do need another cunt-hole slave," Bill said as he slowly got up from the couch. As he walked to a button on a side wall, he wore nothing but a robe. "We've already got this one about trained. She fits right into it so well that I think she loves all the degradation and pain. I think we'll test her out as to just how much she can take with a three-way sandwich with the old salami taking the back route."
When he pushed the button, he waved Ralph down on the floor under Celeste, and the man quickly stripped out of his clothes. Before the motor lowered Celeste in the chains, Ralph was on his back with his naked cock aimed for her cunt. As her weight shifted down, the prick glided deep into her pussy-hole, stuffing it completely full.
Bill unsnapped the chains on Celeste's arms and legs, then waved Jack over to the center of the room. Jack dropped his pants right in front of Celeste's face and slowly started stroking his cock. Soon it was raging hard and Jack drove his prick into her mouth while she sat up with Ralph's cock buried in her cunt.
"Get me my lubrication," Bill told his wife as he shucked off the robe. He was enough to the side that Celeste could watch him while she was fucked in the mouth by Jack's prick. When the enormous cock sprang into view, Celeste could see that she hadn't been wrong. The prick was almost as big and long as his forearm, more cock-meat that she would have ever believed. It astounded her to realize that he had actually been able to stuff that monster up her tiny cunt.
As she watched, Bill greased up his raging pole and she was shocked when she saw it get even larger. And as her mind chased the possibilities of what might happen, she realized she had only one fuck-hole left that wasn't already being fucked.
"You can't corn-hole my ass with that!" Celeste screamed as her mouth popped off Jack's prick. Her neighbor slapped her in the jaws and tried to force his cock back into her mouth.
"Right up the old shit-chute while Ralph fucks your pussy and Jack reams out your throat," Bill threatened. "You're going to be filled with prick-meat."
Celeste tried to cry as her mouth was crammed back full of cock. Bill disappeared from her side then hands began pushing on her back. As Jack backed up, Celeste's shoulders were forced down, lifting and parting her asscheeks. It left the bud of her asshole just like a target for the massive fuck-pole of the lusty man.
Celeste felt the bulbous cock-head touch the button of her shithole and she tried to squeeze down as hard as she could. With the prick up her cunt, she couldn't tighten herself completely so there wasn't much she could do. Her ass-ring stretched from the time the cock-head began to press in, and it felt like an oversized crowbar was trying to lever its way into her ass. There was no grace, no gliding pressure-it was pure force that finally popped the mighty cock-head into her shithole.
Celeste screamed around Jack's throbbing cock in her mouth, and the man used the opportunity to push his prick all the way down her throat. Heavy balls slapped against her chin as Celeste's breath vanished completely, and the poor young captive was being assaulted on both ends. The cock in her cunt-hole was hammering back and forth as more of the flesh fence post was corn-holed into her ass. Every inch of that goddamn fuck weapon finally made it into her shithole by shoving everything inside her out of the way. Even bones seemed to give way and spread from the force of the prick, and she was finally sandwiched between three torturing pricks crammed into each of her fuck-holes.
They rammed and pounded, fucked and corn holed, screwed clear down into her throat. Her three fuck-holes swallowed pound upon pound of fucking cock-meat, something she would have never believed.
And somewhere in the background amid all of the pain and confusion, there was intense stimulation and pleasure beginning to rear their heads. That much cock fucking cunt, mouth and shitter couldn't help but cause more excitement than anything else in the world. Within minutes after the three-way rape began, Celeste was moving to meet the thrusts. Her pussy poured juices and her ass-muscles relaxed to accept the arm-like cock. Her throat had taken the prick completely down, and all inclination to gag was gone. Sexual excitement coursed through the young woman, driven by all the thundering pricks. Never had she felt something so completely overwhelming as the combination of pleasure and pain.
Fuck me, she cried in her mind, unable to voice the words because of the cock fucking her throat. Corn-hole my shitty ass! Ream out my cunt! Ran cock down my throat clear to my stomach!
Although they couldn't hear her thoughts, the men knew. They could feel her asshole, cunt and throat eagerly sucking on their pricks. After two weeks of hard fucking and pain, this little sex slave was finally coming around to enjoying her humiliation.
And Celeste knew it too. She wanted them to pound her even harder. Corn-hole that monstrous cock and maybe even their fist up tier ass, and thrust her cunt full of prick. She wanted to eat pussy and cock-and yes, even drink piss-as long as they kept her in chains. Maybe later, when Tim and his little bitch wife, Betty, were brought into the group, Celeste would have a chance to deal out a little pain of her own.
