Jack Rawlins tossed his hard hat on the hook, pulled his card, shoved it into the punch clock, then put it back in its slot. Friday, he thought with relief. End of another stinking work week and time for hunting.
He hurried outside to his pickup, started it up and drove home, wondering where to start today. He'd have to discuss it with Bill and Frank, of course. They'd have their own thoughts on the matter. They always had to compromise when it came to the hunting parties. Still, they made a great team.
He drove into his driveway and got out, strode across the lawn and into the house, then went straight upstairs to the master bedroom. Susan wasn't home from work yet, and wouldn't be for several hours. She worked nine to five while he worked six to two.
That was great for him. That left him free for his hunting parties on Fridays. Frank had to take time off early, while Bill, being self-employed, had to worry about his wife, who didn't work, finding out he was leaving the job early.
Jack shucked his clothes and hurried into the shower. He stopped briefly to gaze at his hairy body in the mirror, the thick, strong jaw, heavy, barrel chest, the still smooth stomach ... He chuckled as he fondled his thick cock, which hung down from a mass of black curly hair. That was still in great shape too.
It was the hunting parties that kept him young.
He showered quickly, munched a quick sandwich, then drove across town to the lodge.
The lodge was an old stone garage in a crummy, industrial section of town. Before it was a garage it was part of an old factory. It had cost them little to rent, since it was too small for most business's taste.
The door slid up automatically at the touch of his remote, then slid back down again behind him as he pulled to a halt in the corner. He saw Bill's Chevy already there and looked around for him. He wasn't in sight so Jack figured he was already downstairs.
He slammed the door and trotted down the stairs. The big steel door at the bottom had been pushed aside and music was coming from the lounge down the narrow hall.
"Hey, Mister Smith," he grinned as he came into the room.
"Hey, Mister Jones," Bill grinned. He opened the small fridge, pulled out a beer and tossed it to him.
Jack popped it and drank deep, then belched. "Where's that asshole, White."
"Keep your pants on, Jack. He'll get here."
"What're you lookin' for today?"
"Not sure. I'm open."
"I saw a helluva prospect a couple of nights ago."
"Where?"
"Just down the street from my place."
"Don't be an asshole, Jack. You know the rules. Nobody who lives or works anywhere near us."
"Ahh, you should see this one."
"There's plenty of cunt out there, man."
"So much pussy, so little time," a new voice said. "Bout time you showed up," Jack snorted. "Hey, Frank," Bill called, tossing him a beer. "Howsit hangin' professor?"
"Not too bad. Not too bad."
"So what're we lookin for tonight?"
"How about another smart ass college girl?" Bill suggested.
"I was thinking of a nice, virginal little schoolgirl," Frank leered.
"Shit. Pussy's pussy," Jack said. "Don't matter if it's been plugged or not."
"Why don't we just cruise and see what pops up?" Bill snickered.
The three went back upstairs and got into the van, with Jack driving. The garage door opened and they drove out, headed for the hunting grounds.
They saw a number of likely prospects along the way, but nothing they could agree on. Jack pulled up across the street from one of their prime hunting grounds, John F. Kennedy High.
The van they occupied was a five year old dodge, painted light blue. It looked like thousands of similar vans on the street, though inside it had been modified to some degree. There were, for example, several small holes in the side, which appeared to be from rust. However, small TV cameras looked out from them.
The three men sat in the curtained off rear of the van, carefully scanning the prey as it exited the school. "There!" Jack cried, pointing at a small blonde. He focused in on her face, adorably cute, then followed her with the camera, zooming in on her ass.
"What an ass! That's the roundest little ass I've ever seen!"
"Nahhh," Frank said. "That's a bit underripe."
"Are you nuts? Lookit the tits on that whore!"
"I'm looking for something a bit more mature," Bill said.
"That little cunt needs to be pumped!"
"They all need to be pumped, Frank. We can't pump em' all."
"Hey, how about that one there, the redhead?" Bill suggested, looking at the mini-skirted girl.
"She's with people. We want one alone."
"Yeah, we don't grab them from the middle of the flock, Bill," Jack said. "We pick em' off from around the edges."
"Okay, there's one," Frank smiled. He focused in on a brunette with masses of curly brown tresses. She was wearing a sweater dress, the chest of which pushed out firmly. Frank zoomed in on her tits and they watched them moving up and down as she walked.
"Nice. Lookit those teats bounce," Jack hummed.
"Gotta be nice'n big," Bill said.
"And firm, nice and big and firm and round."
The camera eased back and they watched her smile at another girl, then part at the sidewalk, going in opposite directions.
"Nice meat on those bones," Bill said.
"Swing that ass, slut," Frank grinned.
"Tits like that ... she's gotta get fucked."
"Yeah."
"I wanna fuck those tits."
"Who doesn't."
"Nice face, nice tits, from what we can see nice body overall, and she's alone. What say, guys? Should we bag this slut and show her what's what?" Frank said.
"Go for it," Bill grunted.
"Yeah, let's go grab the whore," Jack nodded, pushing through the curtain and starting the van.
They waited for the girl to move a couple of blocks away, following her with their eyes. She started after, drove ahead of her, then pulled to the curb a half block behind her. Bill hopped out and started forward while the others watched.
He expertly kept his place, watching ahead and behind, keeping his eyes on the houses around them, then he suddenly accelerated, walking briskly. The van moved forward and pulled alongside the girl just as he reached her. The side door was open and she idly turned to look inside.
Bill put one hand under her ass, gripped her upper arm with the other, and heaved. The girl let out a yelp as she flew up into the van, but that was the only noise she could get out as Frank's hand clamped down on her mouth. Bill hopped inside, closed the door, and joined Frank as the van moved forward.
The girl fought desperately in Frank's grip, but he outweighed her by a hundred pounds and she could do nothing but kick her legs uselessly. Frank had one arm around her, pinning her arms to her side, and the other hand, gloved, of course, over her mouth.
Bill picked up the hall gang and nodded to Frank. Frank jerked his hand away and the girl opened her mouth to scream, only to have the ball shoved inside immediately. Bill put the strap around her head and snapped it, then he and Frank twisted her onto her belly.
She continued to make terrified noises through the gag, to kick and strain against their grip, but they easily handled her, pulling her wrists together behind her back and tying them tightly together. Bill then pulled down another pre-cut rope, from a bunch hanging over a rod, and bound, first her ankles, then her legs above the knees.
They turned her over and smiled down at her.
"Let's skin her now," Frank grinned.
"Hey, no way," Jack called back. "You don't do anything without me."
"Okay, okay, relax," Bill said. "We won't touch her till you're free."
They drove back to the lodge, the hunting lodge, as they'd taken to calling it. They drove inside, then parked and jumped out of the van. Frank gripped the girl's legs and dragged her to the door, then lifted her up across his shoulder.
"That was easy," Bill said..
"Yeah, nice fresh meat, and we hardly had to work for it."
"Not like that blonde slut last week, huh, guys?" Jack laughed, as they headed down the stairs.
"Well, she was worth it," Bill grunted.
"Hot little bitch, that one," Frank grunted.
"Snotty fuckin' lawyer. Thought she was something special."
"We showed her how wrong she was," Bill laughed. "She didn't think she was so hot with my cock up her ass."
They laughed as they passed through the thick steel door. Bill hung back and closed it behind them while Frank carried the girl down the hall to the work room. He heaved her onto a thick, crude wooden table there, Her eyes were huge and filled with terror, but none of them noticed that, busy examining the bulges made in her sweater.
"Let's skin this whore," Bill grunted, going to a wall and pulling down a sharp pair of sewing sheers, he slid the teeth around the hem of her sweater dress and started to cut up along the right side. The other two stood by, watching in amusement as the girl squirmed and whimpered in protest.
Bill cut all the way up to her collar, then shifted to the other side of the dress, cutting up there to the top. With the dress cut neatly in two he put down the sheers and the others moved forward in anticipation. Bill gripped the hem, and slowly, tauntingly pulled downwards.
The girl moaned, eyes bulging, body straining against the bonds holding her as the garment slid down her body. It eased across her breasts, revealing her lacy black bra, full of soft, white tit, then skimmed down her chest and across her flat, concave belly, and finally bared her wide, womanly hips, the string bikini panties and garter belt that matched the bra, and then her long, shapely, smoothly tapered legs, and the sheer black stockings containing them..
"Nice ... nice meat," Bill sighed.
"Good quality cunt," Frank said.
"It'll do," Jack said, licking his lips.
The girl moaned through the gag, still straining at her bonds. The three men watched appreciatively, eyeing the shapely legs as they wriggled and bounced, enjoying the play of muscles along her abdomen and belly, and the indentations her ribs made against her flesh.
"Only a real slut would wear undies like that," Jack sneered.
"Are you kidding? Look at her. She probably charges for it," Frank snorted.
Bill cut her bra straps, then lifted it off, baring her breasts. The three men eyed the thick, round breasts admiringly.
"Now that's nice tit," Bill said.
"Looks good, looks firm too."
"Nice teeny hopper tit, so fresh and creamy soft," Jack sighed.
"Lookit those nipples, they're like strawberries."
"Bet they're even bigger when she's in heat."
"Bet these melons swell up too."
The girl's head jerked from side to side, staring at them with wide eyes. Her skin was beet red with embarrassment as the three strange men eyed and commented on her naked flesh.
Jack slid a hand onto her right breast, while Frank gripped her left. The girl arched her back, twisting and wriggling as she whimpered and protested into the gag. Their fingers stroked and squeezed and kneaded the soft white flesh as Bill cut her panties off and slid a finger up and down her soft, tight little slit.
"I wanna fuck this whore right now," Jack grunted, his cock swelling.
"Now, Mister Smith, you know the rules," Frank said.
"Yeah, Smith. We'll get her later, when we got lots of time."
"Come on, guys. The wife's gonna be home and she won't let me leave tonight. She's got some goddam assholes comin' over."
"That's okay, we'll enjoy her for you," Frank grinned.
"Just let me pop the bitch. That'll keep me till tomorrow."
"Who says you get to pop the slut?" Bill glared.
"You popped the last one. It's my turn."
"Ahh, let him pop her. She'll settle down once she's had a good fuck, anyway."
"Who says he's a good fuck," Bill snorted.
"Untie the whore's legs," Jack grinned, unzipping the blue jumpsuit he had on.
"She'll kick," Bill warned.
"Not if she knows what's good for her," Jack said, glaring at the girl.
"Why don't I introduce us to the little lady," Frank smiled.
He moved up next to the girl's face and she jerked her eyes up to his. He smiled.
"Listen carefully, slut. I'm Mister White. This here is Mister Smith, and the hairy guy there with the cock sticking out at you, that's Mister Jones. Now then, Mister Jones is gonna fuck you but good. There ain't nothing you can do about that, so don't even try."
Bill came up to the other side of the table, holding a riding crop. He slashed it down hard on the table next to her head and she cried out in fear, turning to stare up at him.
"This's a riding crop, whore, and we use it on loud sluts to give them something to be loud about. Understand?"
"What Mister Smith means," Frank smiled. "Is that you're underground, and no matter how much you scream nobody is gonna hear it but us...."
"But we don't wanna hear it," Bill glared. "So keep your mouth shut until it's time for you to suck someone's cock."
"Crudely put, but you get the idea, don't you,' Frank smiled, caressing her right breast. He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it and pulling it upwards.
"We own you. Until such time as we decide to let you go, if ever, you will do exactly what we tell you to."
"Or else," Bill said, slamming the crop down on the table again.
Jack cut the ropes from her ankles and legs, then pulled her to the edge of the table and off. She almost fell but he held her with one strong arm, pulling her in against his naked body. She stared up at him in horror as her breasts pushed into his chest.
"Hi, there, baby," he leered.
"Mister Jones, please," Frank said. "We haven't even met the bitch yet."
He undid the gag and pulled it from her mouth as Jack pushed her back, holding her at arms length.
At first she panted for breath and swallowed repeatedly, saying nothing, staring from one to the other.
"Please," she gulped. "Please let me go." They all laughed in amusement. Frank shook his head.
"Do you think we went to all this trouble just to let you go? Jesus, you're a dumb little cunt."
The girl recoiled from the crude words, whimpering in fear.
"What's your name, slut?" Frank asked.
"I'm not a slut! Please! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone! I promise! Just let me go and...."
Jack's fist slammed into her belly, folding her in two and dropping her to her knees on the floor. She gurgled and choked and fought for breath, moaning in pain. She fell onto her side, all curled up in a ball as the three men looked down at her.
Frank bent and slid his fingers through her thick, curly hair, then massed it up and, with a big handful, closed his fist and pulled her upwards. She cried out in pain as her hair was pulled, but was forced upwards, first to her knees, then to her feet again.
"No need to be so harsh, Mister Jones," he said. "Now then, slut. Tell us your name."
"L ... L ... Lis ... aaaaa," she gasped.
"Lisa, a good name for a slut," Frank nodded.
"I'm not a slut," she wailed, bursting into tears.
"String her up and let's whip some obedience into her," Bill said.
"And scar this pretty flesh before we've had a chance to enjoy it," Frank chided. He slid his hand up and down across her breasts, cupping and squeezing them slowly and admiringly.
"Then fuck the whore, Jones, and we'll go home," Bill said.
Frank nodded. "All right, slut ... Lisa ... Now I want you to do something for me. Will you be a good little whore and do what you're told, or do we have to beat some sense into you?"
She continued to sob, not answering. He frowned, sliding his hand up around her throat and slowly squeezing his fingers closed. She pulled weakly, trying to free herself, but could do nothing as her head began to throb and her face turned red.
He let her go and she drew in great, shaking breaths.
"Are you going to be a good little slut?" Frank asked mildly. She shook her head up and down.
"Say it then. Say, I'll be a good little slut."
"I ... I ... I'll be a ... a good little ...'s ... slut," she whimpered.
"Good, slut," he said, patting her head. "Now I want you to get down on your knees over there." He turned her and pointed to the rug nearby, giving her a nudge. She shakily padded across the floor, the three of them following.
"Now kneel down here," Frank ordered.
With a small hesitation, she lowered herself to her knees.
"Now bend over, slut," Jack ordered.
She hesitated even more, but then slowly bent forward.
"More, slut," Frank ordered.
"I ... I can't," she whined. "I'll fall."
"Bill gripped her hair and pulled back sharply, drawing a cry of pain from the girl. He pulled her head straight down, forcing her head way back, forcing her back to arch cruelly, shoving her firm breasts up and out. Then he heaved her forward, smashing her down so her shoulders struck the floor painfully., "Stick that ass up higher," Bill snapped. "Higher, slut," Frank ordered.
"Yeah, stick that ass out, you dirty bitch," Jack grinned. "And spread your legs."
"Spread em', slut," Frank nodded. "Pleeeeasssee," she sobbed. "Spread your legs, slut!"
Her legs slowly shifted open as she sobbed in misery and shame. Bit by bit her pussy slit and then her puckered asshole was revealed.
"Wider. Wider!"
"Now that's a nice pretty sight," Jack snickered. "Slut? Hey, slut."
"Ye ... ye ... yesss," she whimpered. "I want you to beg Mister Jones to fuck your dirty cunt.
"Oh, please doooon't," she sobbed. "Beg for it, slut."
"I ... I'm a virgiiiiin."
"Good, then we won't catch anything. Now beg for it or we'll get the whip."
"Now!"
"P ... p ... p ... pleeaseee ... fu ... fu.. fuck-meeeee," she whimpered.
"Louder, and put more feeling into it."
"P ... please fu ... fuck meee," she moaned. "Louder."
"Pleeeeease fuck meeeee,"
"Fuck you? Fuck what? Your cunt? You want Mister Jones to fuck your dirty cunt? Ask him then." She burst into a fresh wave of tears instead. Frank put his boot down on the back of her neck and started applying pressure. "Do what you're told, slut!"
"P ... please fuck me, Mister Jones!" she cried. "Again."
"Please fuck me, Mister Jones!" she screamed. "More feeling, slut. I want to hear you beg."
"Please, please fu ... fuck me, Mister Jones," she sobbed.
"Fuck you where, slut?"
"Please ... please fuck my dirty cunt, Mister Jones," she wailed.
"Well, I dunno, slut," Jack grinned, fisting his cock. "Wiggle that round little ass at me. Hump it in and out, get me in the mood, y'know?"
She continued to sob in misery. Frank pressed his foot down again and she began to hump her ass back at him.
"That's it, slut. Hump that ass, wiggle it around in circles. Show us what a nice cunt you have."
Lisa rolled her ass around and humped it back as the pressure on the back of her neck eased. Terrified beyond anything she could have imagined she could only hope to save herself from pain and maybe even death by obeying the three terrible men.
She was mortified at being seen in this disgusting, crude position by the strange men, by having to beg them to rape her. But she was not a particularly brave girl, nor did she have any real tolerance for pain. She was unused to even being spoken to crossly.
To have grown men, strangers, use the most filthy, vile obscenities on her would have reduced poor Lisa to tears at the best of times. To be kidnapped, then stripped practically naked, then struck so cruelly and abused like she was, was almost more than her mind could bear.
She was being reduced to a state of numb, dazed acceptance, which was exactly what the men wanted ... for now.
Her ass wagged back and forth invitingly as Jack dropped down to his knees behind her. She whimpered as she felt his hands stroke and squeeze her ass flesh, anticipating the cruel rape that was to follow.
She sobbed quietly, the volume increasing when she felt his hard prick head rub up and down against her virgin pussy entrance. She trembled in terror as he put more and more pressure behind the hard pecker, and it slowly began to penetrate the tightness of her fuck lips.
She groaned as she felt the stinging pain of his penetration. Her pussy lips were extremely tight.
"Get me some oil," Jack grunted. He wanted it for his cock not her pussy. He could care less if the fucking hurt her.
Bill handed him some lubricating jelly and he smeared it over his cock, then took a thick dollop on his two fingers and jammed them against her hole, shoving them inside. She cried out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as his fingers dug into her.
He pumped them in and out a few times, coating her pussy entrance, then removed his hand, rubbing his fingers in her hair. He pressed his cock against her again and forced the fat head through her pussy lips, then began a steady humping motion that, bit by bit, battered his cock through the tight resistance of the virgin teen's fuck tunnel.
"Oohh! Ooowww! Owww! she sobbed, as the thick cock was forced up her fuck-hole.
"Oh quit whining, you little slut, this is what you were made for," Bill snorted. "Get used to it."
He gripped her hips then and straightened his back, then began a steady thrusting that jammed his cock deeper and deeper until it came to her hymen. He punched it gently, getting the feel of it, then, with the front of her fuck tunnel open for business, he slid his cock back to the entrance, and rammed forward.
Lisa screamed in pain as his cock ripped through her hymen and slid down deep into her belly. The scream was followed by a fresh wave of sobbing as she bade farewell to her long fought for virginity.
"Pop goes the cherry," Jack snickered.
"Big deal. That blonde we got at the K-mart was a cherry too. I popped her with a lot more finesse," Frank sniffed.
"She was practically unconscious. This one's got a little more spirit," Jack said, slapping Lisa on the ass. He pulled back, then thrust forward again, grunting as her tight pussy squeezed down on his manhood. He lurched forward, burying the last inch of cockmeat up her snatch, then sighed in relief as he felt her soft white ass flesh pressing firmly into his hips.
"Now you got it all, slut," he smiled, slapping her ass again. "Got a cunt full of hot meat."
"Get used to that too, girl," Bill laughed.
He began to pump into her then, using slow strokes at first as he worked her cunt open. Soon he was pumping with a steady, smooth motion, his hips slapping against her straining buttocks as his cock slid back and forth in her pussy tunnel.
"Now you're getting yourself fucked, slut. Like it?" Frank sneered.
"She better," Bill said.
"She loves it," Jack grunted, humping faster, slamming his cock down her fuck channel as his fingers gouged her flesh.
Lisa moaned in despair, her face and shoulders and titties rasping back and forth on the carpet as the hairy man drove his cock into her with brutal power. Her ass cheeks ached from the hard pounding he was giving them, but she hardly felt the pain over the burning in her cunt tunnel.
She thought of all the romantic daydreams and fantasies she'd had about her first time and burst into tears again.
Jack pounded his meat up her pussy, grunting with each hard impact. He bent forward across her body, his hands sliding down onto her shoulders as he closed his eyes in pleasure.
He felt his balls growing hot, felt his prick swelling. His hips beat a steady tattoo on the girl's ass cheeks as he spiked his cock down into her soft, warm fuck channel.
"Ahhhhhhh," he groaned, his climax bursting over him. His cock blasted out thick white wads of sperm that filled Lisa's fuck box and spurted out around his still wildly pistoning meat.
He slowed, panting for breath, easing back and relaxing as the excitement left him. His cock began to soften and he regretfully pulled it free of the teenager's torn fuck tunnel.
"One less virgin walkin' around," he grinned.
"I got get home. My wife is gonna wonder where I am," Bill said.
"I'll just tie the little whore up before I leave, Frank said.
"She's already tied up," Bill said. "Anyway, we're gonna lock the door."
"You know Frank and his fuckin' ropes," Jack grunted, standing up. Frank grinned at them and scooped some ropes off a work counter, then went over to the girl.
"All right, slut, just keep still while I work," he said.
He pulled over a low stool and lifted her head up by the hair, then set it down on the stool. Her heavy tits dangled down freely and he gave each a squeeze. He slipped a rope around her right breast, right next to her ribs, then slowly tightened it.
Lisa moaned, then gasped in pain as the rope tightened around her fat tit. It squeezed the base of her tit down hard, forcing the rest of the meaty orb out into a hard, taut, round ball of flesh. Jack tied the rope off, then led it under her arm and around her back.
He brought it under her left arm, then wound it around her left breast, cinching it just as tight as the it was around her right. He ran it up behind her neck, then down to her right tit, tying a knot there, then leading it down across her body and behind her, through the rope around her wrists, then back around front and up across her body again, to tie off between her breasts.
He led it over her shoulder, down her back to her wrists, then wrapped it several times around her waist, stopping at her spine, then detouring down the crack of her ass, beneath her and up between her pussy lips, then, with a sharp tug, jerked it up between her pussy lips.
He slid it through the ropes that circled her waist, then pulled down hard, taking the rope back down between her pussy lips, then up the crack of her ass to the waist, where he tied it off. He pulled her back by the hair, flinging her onto her back on the floor.
"Niiice," he said. "I feel like fucking you myself right now."
She began to cry again and he scowled. He took a silk scarf, which he considered an artistic touch, and pushed it between her lips, then tied it behind her head.
"We'll be back later, slut," he grinned. "Then we'll have the time to work you over properly."
He bent over her, still smiling. "Since Jack got to pop your cherry, I get to fuck you in the asshole first. Frank will just have to settle for a good old fashioned throat fucking. You do know how to deep throat a cock, don't you? No matter. You'll learn. With Frank's ten inches shoved down your throat you won't have much choice."
Leaving her with something to look forward too he left the room, locking the door behind him.
CHAPTER TWO
It Was bowling night, or so Bill told his wife. Frank didn't need to explain himself to anyone, being single. He could've stayed with the girl alone, but their rule said that, unless everyone agreed, nobody got a girl alone. Everyone wanted to enjoy what the others did. Besides, they wanted a steady progression, not a bunch of repeated moves.
Their aim was to break and train a slut for life. They considered what they did a boon to mankind. Once they'd trained a slut she would bend over and spread her legs for any man that asked.
Unless some stupid therapist intervened. But then, one of the aims was to so humiliate and shame them that they wouldn't dare tell anyone what had happened to them. None of the girls they'd so far trained had reported their activities, at least so far as they'd been able to determine.
Periodically they checked on how well their training was going by finding one of their "graduates", and ordering her to come with them. So far they'd always obeyed. They'd bring the graduate back to the lodge and fuck her for a while, then set her free again.
None ever fought them, none ever hesitated to obey their orders, and when questioned, all told of the many, many sexual partners they'd had since their training.
Several had even become prostitutes, not for the money, but merely because they needed to fuck many times a day and only prostitutes got enough sex.
One graduate, a police woman, went to a secluded swimming hole favoured by teenage boys every weekend. There she would strip naked and sunbathe ... and fuck every boy that came up to her. At first that had resulted in ten or twelve fucks a day, but now that she was expected, the boys gathered early and she got more like fifty or sixty fucks each day.
Around seven, Bill and Frank returned to the lodge, where the day's catch was waiting.
"This one shouldn't take long to train," Frank said.
"No, doesn't look like it. Remember that spunky little lawyer we had couple months ago? I thought we'd have to tear the skin off her back before she was done."
"Yeah, but she turned out good."
"Yeah, well, they all do."
They unlocked the big steel door and went through, then closed it behind them. Then they unlocked the work room door and went in.
Lisa was laying on the rug, curled up in the fetal position. She moaned when she saw them come in.
"Ready to get that tail of yours reamed out, baby?" Bill smiled.
"Throat fuck first, then ass fuck," Frank said, stripping.
"Hey, I know the procedure."
Frank pulled over a chair and dragged the girl to her knees by the hair. Bill removed her gag and she couched and spit.
"Okay, whore, time for sucking cock," Frank sighed, sitting down in front of her. He pulled her face over his cock. He rubbed the rapidly hardening prick over the girl's dazed face, then pressed it against her lips.
"Suck it, slut," he ordered.
She opened her mouth and slipped her lips around his cock, sucking weakly. Frank leaned over and rubbed his hands over her red tit balls, admiring the firmness of the bound mammaries.
"That's it," he drawled. "Suck that cock, slut. Work your tongue around it real nice. Good little slut. We want it all nice and wet and fat when it slides down your throat."
Lisa moaned in response, appalled by the very idea. The long hours she'd spent laying in fear in the dark, the ropes pinching and cutting her soft flesh, digging up into her pussy and asshole and squeezing tightly around her tits, had been filled with the misery of anticipation.
She'd never imagined being fucked in the throat before. Though she had some small experience with sucking cocks she was sure that if the man forced his big cock down her throat he would kill her. Perhaps that would be better, at least then she wouldn't have to allow the other man to fuck her in the ass.
But now all she could do was bob her lips up and down on the man's cock. She didn't know why she had been singled out like this, or what she'd done to deserve it. She didn't think she had acted slutty lately, or dressed in any really provocative way.
She would have liked to ask them, but was afraid to. She sucked steadily, wanting to please the man, hoping he would, after all, be satisfied with her sucking him off and wouldn't want to force his cock down her throat. She felt the other man fiddling with the knots behind her and then grunted as he pulled one of the ropes down and away from her ass, snapping it out from between her pussy lips.
He slid it through the other ropes, then pulled the second rope out of her pussy. She grunted in pain and relief. Her pussy felt sore and raw from the tight scraping and pinching of the rope.
At the same time she felt new fear, because the ropes had at least protected her from abuse back there, and now she was fully exposed to the other man's gaze, the man who'd told her he was going to fuck her ass.
Sure enough his hand began squeezing and rubbing her bare pussy. She felt a finger against her anus, then it poked against her, wiggling inside. She whimpered in fear and embarrassment, still having a hard time believing any man would really want to put his thing back there.
"Okay, sweetie, that's good enough," Frank grunted, jerking her up by the hair. She trembled in anxious fear as he stood up and grinned down at her.
"You about ready to fuck this whore's throat?" Bill asked.
"Yup. Little slut's gonna get a real mouthful."
Lisa looked back and forth with wide eyes, cringing under the awful words. Why did they talk about her like that, she wondered. She wasn't a slut! She wasn't!
"How you wanna do it?"
"I think on the table. I wanna play with these tits. They're so hard and red."
"Yeah, that's the ropes that do that. You guys oughta appreciate me more."
They pulled the girl to her feet then lifted her onto the table, pulling her forward so her head and shoulders were over the edge. Frank stood next to her head, tilting it down and back and pressing his cock against her mouth.
"Okay, slut. I'm gonna slide this right in and down. Swallow it."
"Throw up and you'll eat it," Bill said.
Frank slid his cock into her mouth, then pumped it lightly a few times before punching forward. It smashed against the back of her mouth and then forced its way through and into her throat. She choked and struggled desperately as the thick round slab of meat slid down her gullet.
It was a terrible, unnatural, uncomfortable sensation. Her throat was absolutely packed like a bottle with a long cork in it. His cock was sliding against the sides of her throat, forcing them outwards. She was sure her throat must be bulging.
Frank forced his cock all the way down into her throat, not pausing until his balls were pressing against her nose.
"Ahhh, nice," he grunted. He began to slide his cock up and down Lisa's throat, delighting in the softness, the heat, and the way it kept pulsing and spasming around his prick.
Lisa continued to wiggle and jerk and tremble as the big tool moved back and forth in her throat. But there wasn't much she could do. Frank held her head down easily as he fucked into her face, and the rest of her was too tightly bound.
He fucked back and forth for long seconds, then pulled his cock out, grunting as the cockhead slipped into her mouth. For a moment, Lisa thought she was surely going to throw up, but managed to control herself as she gasped and choked and panted for breath.
"Breath deep, slut," Frank advised. "It's going down again real soon."
"Please," she coughed. "Please."
"Breath, don't' talk."
He rubbed his saliva soaked cock over her face as he held her by the hair, admiring the view of her round tit balls as her chest heaved. Then he pushed his cock back into her mouth and shoved it right down her throat.
"Swallows like a pro," he smiled, burying his cock down the gurgling teen's throat.
He fucked faster this time, his cock pumping back and forth through her lips with a steady, rutting stroke. His cockhead scraping along the inside of her throat as he fucked.
While he face fucked her Bill cut off the girl's garter belt and panties, wanting her completely naked. He pinched her cunt lips and stroked her clitty as he watched Frank's big cock sliding in and out of her full, red lips.
Frank let go of her head, his hands coming down on her red, swollen tits. He squeezed and kneaded the sore flesh as he fucked into her face, sighing in pleasure. As his excitement mounted, though, he seized her head in both hands and began to fuck harder and faster.
His cock pounded into her face with unrestrained fury, sawing back and forth across her tonsils and tongue. His hips smashed into her face, mashing her nose and bruising her jaw as he rutted. Her entire body bounced and jerked on the table as he jerked and pulled on her head and slammed his meat down her gullet.
Then he came, pouring sperm into her throat, groaning in delight as it coated her insides and slid down into her belly.
"Yeah! Ohhhh Yeaahhhhh!" he groaned, spurting silvery white seed into the girl's throat.
"Bout time," Bill complained.
Frank slowed his movements then pulled his cock out. Lisa groaned, barely conscious as her chest expanded for the first time in what seemed hours. She drew in ragged, shaking breaths, sobbing miserably as she felt the ache in her throat and chest.
Bill untied the rest of the ropes binding her, letting her swollen tit mounds free for the first time in hours. She groaned weakly, her legs sliding back against her as she turned onto her side.
He gripped her hair and jerked her roughly off the table, ignoring her scream of pain and surprise.
"On your knees, whore," he snapped, throwing her to the ground. She sobbed as she pushed herself onto all fours, her body aching and her mind blasted by the cruelty and perverted acts her body was being subjected to.
"Bill squatted next to her face, gripping her hair and forcing her head up and back.
"You want it, don't you slut, you want my cock up your asshole, don't you?"
"Nooooooooo," she wailed.
"No? No! You don't like my cock you little whore?" he jerked her head back even harder, drawing a cry of pain. She rose upwards, her hands going behind her head, gripping his wrist, trying to pull his hand free of her brown curls.
He stood up over her, rubbing his cock over her face.
"This is a wonderful cock," he sneered. "You love it. You love all cocks. Don't you!"
"Yeeeeess," she cried. "Say it then!"
"I love cocks! I love cocks!"
"You love my cock too don't you!"
"I love your cock! she sobbed. "You want it to ream out your asshole don't you? Don't you!"
"YEeeEeeeeEeeeeEeess," she sobbed, her voice rising and falling as he twisted her hair savagely from side to side.
"Beg for it then, you filthy slut! "Pleeeease fuck me!"
"Fuck you in the asshole!"
"Please fuck me in ... in the asshoole," she groaned.
"Please butt-fuck me! Say it!"
"Please butt-fuck me! Please butt-fuck me!"
"Say, ream out my tight little slut ass!"
"Re ... ream out my ... ti ... tight little slut ass," she sobbed.
He shoved her forward and she almost hit her face on the ground. She curled her face up in her hands, sobbing piteously as he slid a hand under her cunt and jerked roughly up, positioning her properly. He kicked her legs aside then settled behind her, his cock throbbing.
He hummed pleasantly as he oiled up his cock, fingering the shaking, trembling girl's pussy and ass skin. Then he pressed his cock against her pussy and thrust in hard, drawing gasps and cries from her as he buried it in her twat.
He moved his hips around in a circular motion, twisting his cock around inside her, then began to pump. She was super tight, and he had to grip her hips tightly to hold her in place as her rode her. He gave her cunt no chance to adjust to his prick, delighted in using and abusing the slut.
He tore his cock free and then pressed it against her asshole. More and more pressure came down on the crinkled little opening until his cockhead began to sink through, began to force the hole wider.
Lisa shuddered and thought that she'd be sick, but she clamped her teeth down on her tongue and groaned in pain and misery as she felt the man's cock pushing into her anus. It forced her opening wide and began to sink into her, rutting and jerking and twisting as the man tried to rip her asshole open.
"We shoulda had another slut to help train this one," Frank grunted. "We never shoulda let both go at the same time."
"She'll be okay, once she realizes what she was put on this earth for."
He rammed his hips forward and impaled the whimpering, crying girl, ignoring her howls as he twisted his hips cruelly and forced every last inch of cock up her ass. He snickered, slapping his hands down on her butt and then gripping her hair, jerking her head back.
"There you go, slut. That's what you been begging for ... wagging that round little ass around in everyone's face. You been asking for this and now you got it."
"And she's gonna get it a lot more before we're done," Frank grinned.
Bill began to pump his cock in her tight ass, using her hair like the reins of a horse as he pumped into her. He slid a hand under her arm and gripped a thick mass of tit meat, then squeezed cruelly, digging his fingers into the soft meat, twisting it from side to side as he crushed it in his grip.
He lifted his hands, his arms pulling up against Lisa's arms, going up around them, locking them up and back as his hands linked together behind her head. He forced her up and back, her arms outspread as though she were nailed to a cross. He ground his hips into her soft ass flesh, his prick deep in her guts as he bent her body back, forced her to arch painfully.
His cock thumped up into her guts with short, sharp strokes as he bounced his hips off her ass. He groaned in pleasure, loving the feel of her tight asshole around his sensitive flesh. He threw his weight forward, forcing her over, letting her fall to the ground with him on top.
She hit heavily, her soft breasts crushed beneath their combined weight as he ground his body down into her. His ass rose and fell as he spiked his cock deep into her guts, reaming out her asshole ruthlessly. Her ass cheeks jiggled an bounced beneath his furious strokes as the girl moaned and whimpered in pain.
His cock gushed and his sperm blasted down into the hot sucking depths of her belly. Her asshole sucked on his cock like a vacuum, drawing the last dregs of sperm from his balls as he mashed into her.
He got up with a sigh, leaving her on her face while Frank moved in with some leather restraints. He quickly buckled them around her wrists and ankles, the girl doing nothing to resist, and not even raising her head from the floor.
Bill freed a pair of chains from their hook on the wall and let them hang freely from the ceiling. Then Frank lifted the girl by the hair and led the shambling, stumbling, whimpering girl over beneath them. They raised her arms high and attached the chains to the leather restraints buckled to her wrists.
She was barely on her toes as they let her go, and, when Frank adjusted the chains, lifting them up several inches, she was hanging freely.
Lisa grunted as all her weight came down on her wrists. It hurt, but not that much. Her arms hurt too, but it was bearable. What hurt were the last vestiges of pride that had been torn from her mind and soul. Raped, fucked down the throat, raped again, and now sodomized by this cruel, savage man.
What worse could they do to her, the dazed girl wondered. Had any woman been so degraded, so demeaned, so humiliated?
One of the men moved in front of her and she raised her eyes from the floor, knowing he would tear at her hair if she didn't. He smiled approvingly, as if guessing her thoughts.
"Walking around with these fine titties, this nice tight pussy, wagging that round little ass in people's faces, and then not using them," he shook his head. "That's a crime against mankind."
"Sure as hell is," Frank said.
"Who do you think you are hiding this cunt meat away and not letting men use it?" Bill glared, squeezing Lisa's cunt. "You should've been fucking ten or twenty guys a day. Think of all the pleasure they'd have fucking a hot little piece like you."
"Goddamn shame," Frank said regretfully.
"Years of fucking wasted. All those guys who could have dropped their loads in your cunt or asshole. What a rotten little bitch you are."
"Gonna have to be punished for that," Frank said.
"That's right. Sluts like you who go around and don't share this fine cunt and ass meat need to be punished."
"Hard," Frank said.
"Are you sorry you've been such a bad girl," Bill growled. "Ye ... yes," she squeaked.
"Are you sorry you kept your cunt and asshole closed so tight for so long?"
"Yes," she gulped.
"When we let you go you're gonna fuck lots of guys, aren't you."
"Y ... yes," she said tentatively.
"And you're gonna let em' fuck your ass, aren't you?'
"Y ... y ... yes."
"You're gonna beg for em' to fuck you and stick it up your asshole, aren't you!"
"Yes," she cried.
"Because you're a dirty whore and getting fucked is what you were made for. Right?"
"Yes," she moaned.
Frank raised the riding crop and slashed it down across the girl's shoulders. She howled in shock and pain, her legs kicking and bouncing and flailing wildly as the pain tore through her system. Again the crop lashed down, this time across her lower back. Again she shrieked in maddened pain, dancing and shaking on the end of the chains as she tried to free herself.
Again and again and again the crop hissed through the air. Cracks of noise as it struck soft flesh echoed off the walls, combined with her screams and shrieks of agony. Frank shifted his aim, lancing hot fire across Lisa's bouncing round ass cheeks, drawing an angry red welt across both buttocks.
A second welt crossed it, then a third, then a tenth. Her screams became weaker as he continued to lash her body. Her flesh was enveloped in hot, throbbing agony, each new blow merely building it higher and hotter.
He stopped finally and Bill moved forward, seizing her hair and jerking her head up and aside to so her eyes met his..
"That's what happens to sluts who don't put out," he said. "That's what we think of selfish whores who keep their nice round tits and soft little cunts all to themselves."
Tears trickled down her cheeks as she stared at him in pain and heartache. Her mind had been blasted to shreds by the horrifying pain and she simply couldn't think straight any more. She was dazed and bewildered by what was happening to her, and had no idea how to cope, how to endure through the brutal punishment.
Her legs were pulled down hard and pulled wide open, then chains locked to the floor held them that way Bill picked up the crop and as Frank pulled her head back by the hair, slashed it down across her right breast.
The agony was too much for Lisa and her mind was blown completely away. All that was left was a shrieking, howling, screaming animal caught in a terrible pain that it didn't understand. She screamed and screamed and screamed as the crop lashed her sensitive breasts, the pain howling through her mind and body like a hurricane.
And when it ended, or perhaps, eased, would be a better word, and the two men moved in against her from in front and behind, when their hard cocks slid up into her body, pumping cruelly into her pussy and asshole, she hardly realized it, lost in a world of terror and pain and despair.
* * * * *
It was Friday morning, and Bill was taking a chance. He and the guys were supposed to go hunting that night, to get a companion slut to the one they already had. Lisa was coming along very well, but they wanted to have one in the lodge at all times now There would be a rookie slut, and a senior slut. The senior slut could help train the rookie, then, when the rookie was ready, they'd let the senior slut go and the rookie would become senior, to help train the next new recruit.
But Bill had just come across something so special he decided the guys wouldn't mind him grabbing it alone. After all, the girl could be from anywhere, and could go anywhere, before he could contact the guys.
He'd spotted her by chance while shopping. He'd taken off early from work so he could go to his dentist, but the dentist had called in sick. With he whole afternoon free he was passing time in a big department store, waiting for it to be time to go out to the lodge, when she'd walked past.
She was so utterly beautiful his heart had almost stopped. Young, lithe, slender, graceful, moving like a dancer, feet hardly seeming to touch the floor as she walked along. She had a face so sweet it was angelic, almost unreal. She had huge, deep blue eyes, limpid pools of enchanting light.
Her shoulder length blonde hair flashed like the sun, soft and gleaming like fresh spun silk, it hung around her sweet face like a curtain of gold, tumbling over her shoulders like a waterfall.
She wore a white jumpsuit, but of a definitely more feminine cut than the ones the hunters wore. It pulled in tight at an amazingly narrow waist, then pushed out firmly at her high, full young chest. Her ass was exquisite, better even than the slut they had at the lodge.
Her skin was creamy smooth, and, he was willing to bet, soft as butter. He had to have her, he just had to!
He followed her through the store at a distance, his mind spinning as he tried to figure out how to get her. Did she come in a car? Maybe he could just grab her when she went out to it.
She bought a sweater at one of the counters then, sure enough, her tall, willowy form moved out towards the parking lot.
This was dangerous, he knew, but she was worth it. she was so striking, so elegant and flawless, so sweet and bewitching. Even her voice, which he'd heard as she'd talked to the cashier, was a soft, musical wisp of light and honey.
He followed her out to a small Japanese car, walking casually, looking around. Just as she opened her door and slipped in he stepped around the rear of her car and gripped the door as she was about to close it. She looked up at him in surprise and he shoved her back, shouldering her sideways as he sat down in the driver's seat.
"Hey! she said. "Wha...."
"Shut up," he scowled. He slammed the door and grabbed her arm as she tried to get out the other door, dragging her back. His hand slapped down on her mouth just as she started to scream, blocking the sound as he let his weight push her down sideways on the seat.
He picked up a glove that lay on the dashboard and shoved it in her mouth, then twisted her onto her belly, whipped off his belt and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, binding them together at the small of her back. She was starting to wriggle and thrash heavily now as the fear got ahold of her, but it was too late.
He shoved her onto the floor and then sat up in the driver's seat. She looked up fearfully and he laughed in delight. "Got you," he said.
* * * * *
He still had an hour before Jack would arrive. Lisa was locked in a small cupboard in the dark. He dragged the blonde girl downstairs and flung her on the floor, then went down the hall to check on Lisa.
He opened the door and smiled. Ropes criss crossed her body, pulling up tightly between her pussy lips, circling her breasts, and pinning her arms to her sides. She was hanging from the ropes, and he had worked them cunningly so that most of the weight was concentrated on the ropes between her slit, and on the ones around her tits.
She moaned weakly through the thick gag in her mouth, eyeing him appealingly. She'd been hanging there since yesterday. Well, she could go on hanging there for a while. He had a newer, more interesting things toy to play with.
He closed the door again and went back to the main room. The girl was wriggling on the floor, trying to pull her wrists free of the belt. He flipped her over and removed the glove.
"Hi there."
"Let me go!"
"Okay."
She looked at him warily. "When we're done."
"Done what?" she gulped. "When I and my friends are done with you."
"Wha. ... when will that be?"
"When we think you're ready to go out on your own and stop wasting such a precious recourse."
"What?"
He slid his eyes onto her chest, then let his hands follow. She gasped as he stroked her breasts through the jumper, then moaned fearfully as he seized the zipper and slowly worked it down her chest, then down her belly.
Under the jumper was a lacy white chemise that clung to her with tiny spaghetti thin straps. Her small pink nipples were clearly visible through the diaphanous material.
"Please," she begged, in her wispy voice. "Don't' hurt me."
"But I like hurting pretty girls," he smiled.
He pushed the jumper over her shoulders, then tugged it down her body, jerking it under her ass and down her legs. He popped her little white shoes off with the jumpsuit and leered down at her. She whimpered in embarrassment as her soft, ivory flesh was exposed to his leering view. The chemise was hardly a covering, nor were the matching string bikini panties.
"These your fucking clothes?" he grinned, sliding his hand up under the chemise, stroking the soft skin of her belly and lower chest.
"These make you feel sexy, get your little pussy all hot?
He tore her panties off, exposing her golden furred cunt. Her pussy hair was so light in color that her crack was clearly visible. He smiled down at her, sliding his linger up and down her pussy slit as she stared up in terror, her body trembling like a taut wire.
He knelt between her legs, forcing them wide. His eyes were filled with lust as he slid his hands up and down her thighs, stroked her belly, then shoved the lacy chemise up over her breasts and bunched it up under her arms. Her breasts weren't as large as Lisa's, but they were lovely handfuls, and her nipples, though very small, stuck out long and pointy as her flesh was exposed to the cold air.
The girl laid her head back, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, as though she was waiting for it all to be finished. Bill didn't want that. He wanted her paying attention.
"Hey, slut. Slut!"
She opened her eyes.
"What's your name, slut?"
"A ... Am ... Amanda," she whimpered.
"Amanda, I am going to fuck you so hard you're not gonna be able to sit down for a week."
She closed her eyes and shuddered and he slapped her face.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, opening her eyes.
"Don't close your eyes, slut. I want you to see this. I want you to pay attention."
He slid a finger into her pussy, wriggling it from side to side. "You're not a virgin, are you, slut?"
She shook her head in fear.
"Good. I hate virgins. Virgins are selfish people. They've got these nice titties, these nice soft, pussies and round little assholes, and they don't let anyone play with them. Don't you think that's selfish, slut?"
"Ye ... yes, sir," she gulped.
"How many boys have you fucked, slut?"
"N ... not many," she gulped.
"How many? A hundred, a thousand?"
"Nooo!" she gasped. "Only two."
"Two? You little whore! You should be fucking guys every day. This nice body here is built to make men happy. You're being selfish! Aren't you!"
"Noo, sir," she moaned.
"Yes, you are, whore!"
He jammed his finger deep into her snatch, drawing a grunt and a gasp of pain from the bound girl. "Dirty slut," he snarled, pumping his fingers in and out. "Keeping your pussy all covered up when there's so many men wanna fuck you."
He eased his pants down and brought out his own stiff pecker, then rubbed it up and down her slit. She stared at it in terror, then closed her eyes again.
"I told you to watch!" he yelled.
Her eyes snapped open and she watched him press his cock against her cunt crack, then jab it inward. She gasped in pain, clenching her teeth again as the pressure against her pussy entrance mounted. His cock began to force her pussy lips apart and slide into her as Bill let his body come down on top of hers.
"Sooo soooooft," he sighed, sliding his hands over her flesh. He rose up and pulled his shirt off, then lay flat atop her, rubbing his body over hers.
Her sharp nipples pushed up firmly against his chest as he crushed her breasts between their ribs. He sighed in pleasure and eased his cock in deeper. His bare ass rose and fell slowly, pumping his cock in deeper with each stroke.
Amanda groaned and whined as her body was brutally abused. Her cunt burned and ached as the man above her lunged down again and again. His cock cleaved her tightly closed fuck tunnel and thrust deep into her body as he mashed his lips down on hers.
He buried his cock inside her lush, warm depths and began to hump slowly, enjoying the softness of her body against him, both inside and out. His hands squeezed and kneaded her soft titties while his cock pumped up and down her fuck channel.
He twisted her head to one side and crushed her lips with his own, stabbing his tongue into her mouth and flickering it around. She moaned in protest, trying to pull her face free, trying to fight his tongue off with her own.
Then he came, his cock pouring sperm down into the girl, bubbling and driving down into her womb as he pounded down with furious excitement.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he sighed. "That was nice."
It was, but he should have waited for the guys to arrive. They were going to be pissed as it was because he'd grabbed her without consulting them.
He checked the clock on the wall, then quickly pulled off her and got back up on his knees. The girl looked up tearfully.
"Don't worry, slut. There's lots more where that came from," he grinned.
He tore her chemise off, leaving her utterly nude, then flipped her onto her belly. He pulled down some ropes and quickly bound her ankles together. He wound more ropes around her legs just below her knees, then put the rope through her legs and around the other rope, binding them tightly.
He wound more rope around her upper legs, just below her ass cheeks, then again slid the rope between her legs and encircled the rope around her thighs. He pulled it as tight as he could, then pulled his belt from around her wrists. She didn't try to fight him as he pulled her wrists together again and wound another rope around them.
He hummed as he worked, enjoying himself. The girl started to cry and he frowned at her, the sound interrupting his work. He pulled down a ball gag from the wall and stuffed it into her mouth, then wrapped the twin cords around her head. With her whimpering quieted he continued his work.
CHAPTER THREE
The problem was that she was just so sweet, so delightful. He had to keep stopping just to stroke her soft flesh, to run his fingers through her hair and knead her breasts and buttocks. He wasn't supposed to have even stripped her till the guys got here to enjoy it with him, and here he'd already fucked the little whore.
He slid a hand in between her tightly bound thighs, squeezing her ass flesh, trying to work in to her pussy. He sighed in delight, feeling his cock began to twitch with life again.
"Gotta get to work," he murmured to himself.
He laid out another rope and tied a pair of loose loops in the middle. He smiled down at Amanda, then gripped her soft, golden hair and pulled it up, forcing her to scramble upwards, to wriggle her tightly bound legs to one side, and get them beneath her. She let out a lot of muffled cries through the gag, but he didn't care at all if he was hurting her.
With her on her knees, though unsteadily, he lifted up the rope with the loops and placed it against her chest, the loops directly over her breasts. He pulled the ends around her chest and jerked tightly, pulling on both ends so the loops closed tightly around her tits, squeezing and pinching them, forcing them to stick out hard and round.
He pulled the ends of the ropes up over her shoulders, then down between her tits and between her legs. He let the ropes lay right along her pussy crack, then watched her face closely as he pulled the ropes up between her ass and gave a hard fast jerk. Her eyes fluttered and she grunted in pain as the ropes pulled up tight between her pussy lips, and he smiled in satisfaction.
Then, as he was about to continue, he looked regretfully at her rounded ass cheeks. His cock was hard as a rock again and he longed to pour his cum into sweet Amanda's body. He hesitated, then pulled over a chair and bent her forward across it.
Her thighs were tightly clamped together, of course, but his eyes were on her asshole. It would be tight, super tight, but he thought he could get his cock inside. He rubbed it against her slit as he stuck a finger against her asshole. He dipped it inside, screwing it from side to side as he forced it up to the knuckle.
"Every been butt-fucked, whore?" he asked, conversationally. "Ever have a good fat cock up the asshole? Huh?"
He screwed his finger around in her ass, his hand squashing up into her delightfully soft ass cheeks. He pulled it out and pressed his cockhead against her ass, feeling it tremble in anticipation as it nudged her little round hole.
Amanda's chest began to shudder as she sobbed in misery. He didn't notice. She was just soft, pretty meat to him. He pressed his cock against her and thrust. It forced her asshole a little open, then, as he jerked back and thrust again he felt his cockhead pop through.
He stroked and squeezed her plump little ass while he fed more and more cock up into her. It was hard going. She was painfully tight. But he kept going, jabbing and grinding, twisting and humping, screwing his hips around until they were pressing against her soft ass flesh.
He wanted to tear her legs open so he could drive his cock in deeper, but her appeal was somehow even greater bound like she was. His fingers stroked her flesh as he forced a tunnel for his cock, pumping in and out with very slowly, shallow motions, his cockhead deep in her guts.
She grunted and moaned and simpered into her gag, tears streaming down her cheeks as her asshole clamped down on his prick.
Bitches, he'd noticed, thought it was a real big deal to get their ass fucked. It was totally humiliating and shameful. It did something to their heads. As he and the rest of the hunters had long determined, popping a whore's pussy, then reaming out her asshole, seemed to drain off most of their strength. It was like there wasn't anything left for them to fight for.
The more you fucked their cunts and asses, the less they cared about it, the less they thought there was something special about themselves. Their aim was to make them realize what whores and sluts they were, and that their main goal in life should be to let men fuck them.
If Bill had his way all women, at least, all attractive ones, would, from puberty, be kept naked and tightly bound, maybe in chains, on leashes, ready for fucking by any male that wanted them. Schools wouldn't teach them how to read and write, only how to suck cock and how to fuck. That's all they were good for anyway.
His hands mashed her ass cheeks and rolled up her body. His fingers slid through her golden hair and caressed her throat and the side of her face. He slid his hands around in front of her, rubbing her tight, taut balls of tit flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
And all the while her soft round ass pressed hard into his crotch. Her insides throbbed and sucked and squeezed down on his cock. He felt pre-cum leaking out of his prick as he began to work his cock in and out of the trembling young blonde.
His knobby nosed, purplish cock slid up and down her ass tube as he fondled and groped her flesh. The delicate lining of her asshole was scraped and stretched by the thickness of his rock hard erection. Still, it felt velvety smooth around him, caressing his cock like a silken glove.
He thrust deep inside her and ground his pelvis into her soft ass, running his hand up and down her supple young body as he bent over and pressed his face into her fluffy blonde hair. She was so beautiful, made for fucking, not like the big fitted whore in the closet, but more like a delicate instrument of love.
Amanda snivelled and sobbed as he worked his cock up and down her asshole. The elation he felt was nothing like the agony and horror she was experiencing. It was seldom that anyone spoke a cross word to her, and though she had had two sexual experiences they had been soft, gentle, romantic acts of love.
The cruel raping she had just undergone had torn her psyche to shreds. Her entire personality had been thrown a brutal, crushing load of reality. All the nice things boys and men said to her, all the compliments, all the smiles, the purpose for all of that had suddenly crystallized in her tortured mind.
They had all just wanted to fuck her, to rape her, to make use of her soft, pliable body for their own crude, disgusting purposes. Just like this animal that had imprisoned her, that was abusing her, that was doing the most horrifying things to her.
She had been stunned when he had pushed his finger into her anus, absolutely astounded. Now he had his whole cock up inside her and was fucking her with it. Her guts felt cramped and sore as the big cock pumped inside her belly.
And he was enjoying it! He made constant sounds of pleasure, sighs, grunts, murmurs of delight as he fondled her and groped her and worked his cock back and forth in her rectum.
The ropes cut into her soft flesh, pinching and hurting her, but that was nothing compared to the awful psychic pain she was experiencing due to the man's brutality and cruelty. She whimpered as he began to fuck harder, using the full length of his cock.
His hips slammed harder and harder into her buttocks as he speared his cock up into her. He grunted with the impact, delighting in her sucking hot guts as they pulled at his prong. He was slamming into her with wild abandon then, smashing her against the chair, spiking his cock into her asshole as he felt the heat in his balls burn its way up into his chest.
She bawled in despair, feeling her asshole tearing and burning and stinging from the awful reaming. The pain was agonizing as he battered her buttocks with his hard, muscular hips. His cock was a hot spike of pain up her belly, tearing apart her insides.
Then he came at last, and she knew his cum was spurting into her belly, was pouring into her asshole. It was disgusting, revolting. She bit down on the gag in her mouth and moaned in sorrow and anguish.
Bill sighed in pleasure and eased his wildly plunging cock. He left it buried inside her asshole while he softened and calmed down. What a hot little whore, he sighed to himself.
He pulled out and stood up, gazing down at her upturned ass. The ends of the ropes were still sticking out from between her pussy lips. He smiled and grabbed them, then pulled them up hard, up along her ass crack, then all the way up her back to tie together with the ropes coming around her sides from her tits.
It would have been easier to tie them off with her wrists, but he had decided on something else for them. He wanted to make the best possible presentation to the guys when they arrived, and had decided to hang the slut form her wrists. She'd look just adorable then.
He unbound her wrists and ordered her to stand. She had a hard time, of course, even with her hands free. She kept swaying and falling over. He snickered as he watched, then, when she had managed to balance herself upright, gripped her by the hair and one arm and dragged her across the room and under the chains.
Just then he heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Shit," he said. He had no time to bind her wrists in front of her. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs, which he hated to use, and clicked them closed on her wrists, then lifted them high and slipped them over the hook on one of the chains.
He lifted the chain so she hung from the wrists, then darted to the door, slipping out into the hall just as Jack came up to him.
"Hey, man, what's up? You're here early. How's the slut?"
"Slut's fine. I gotta talk to you about something."
"What?"
"Let's go into the lounge."
"What?" Jack demanded.
"I couldn't resist her, Jack. She was so beautiful."
"Who, the slut?"
"No, well, in a way. It was this blonde I found."
"You didn't go hunting alone, did you, man?" Jack glared.
"It was a sudden urge. I couldn't resist!"
"You stupid bastard."
"It went smoothly. No problem at all."
"Is that who's car is up in the garage?"
"Yeah. Don't worry, nobody saw."
"Shit."
"Wait till you see her, man."
"Where the fuck is she?"
"In here."
Bill opened the door and they walked in. Amanda hung miserably from the hook, not moving, her eyes unbearably sad.
They moved closer to her and Jack pursed his lips in contemplation.
"The other slut's got a nicer bod," he said.
"Ahh, Jack, you should see her move. She's so graceful, so smooth. She must be a dancer or something."
"You should've waited, Mister Smith.
"I couldn't! She would've gotten away."
"You and your ropes," Jack sighed, examining the girl's tight bindings.
"Feel how firm those tits are with the ropes around them."
"It looks nice, man, but you still should've waited. I like hunting as well s training."
"We can grab another slut then. That first one is almost done anyway."
"What'd you tie her legs together for? You can't fuck em with their legs together. The whole idea is to get them to spread their legs, man."
"She will. Don't worry."
"Nice face, nice hair, kinda skinny though for my taste."
"She's classy, smooth and classy."
"She's a piece of cunt meat," Jack snapped.
Amanda flinched at the words. They were so crude, and so violent, and demonstrated their thoughts about her so well. She was hardly human to them.
Jack pulled the gag off and she coughed and cleared her throat.
"What's your name, you fuckin' whore?" Jack demanded.
"Am ... Am....manda," she croaked.
"Amanda, huh? Do you FUCK, Amanda?"
She blinked her eyes at him in fear.
"Do you?"
Her eyes jerked from side to side, trying not to look at him.
"I asked you a question, slut."
"Yes?" she gulped.
"Good. You like it, don't you."
"Yes, sir," she whimpered.
"You're a dirty little whore, aren't you, slut?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered, her soft voice barely audible.
He pinched her nipples and pulled them out from her chest, stretching her already taut breasts.
"Dogshit whore," he sneered. "Let's get the bitch down so she can suck me off."
They lifted her off the hook and dropped her to the floor, where she immediately toppled over, winding up on her knees before them.
They looked down at her, grim smiles on their faces.
"Don't bother getting up, slut," Jack smiled.
"What the fuck is this?" Frank demanded, coming into the room with Lisa.
The brunette was still wrapped in rope from the throat to the crotch, but her legs were free so when he flung her to one side she didn't fall over, but merely stood there staring at Amanda.
"Who's this slut?" Frank demanded.
"Mister Smith couldn't help himself," Jack grunted.
"You dumb bastard."
"She would've gotten away. Look at that face. Those lips really need to be wrapped around a cock."
"No more hunting alone," Frank said. "Okay, okay."
"She was just about to suck me off," Jack said. 'Always a good way to start," Frank grunted, sitting back.
"All right, wore, get to it," Jack snapped, pulling Amanda's face into his groin.
Amanda had never, as it happened, sucked a cock before. She tried, but Jack rapidly lost patience with her tentative approach and her inability to understand his instructions. His hand smacked down on her head and the side of her face as he cursed her uselessness.
"You should've hung the slut by her neck, not her hands," he said to Bill.
"She's just inexperienced," he said. "The other slut can show her how to do it. Come here, slut," he said to Lisa.
She shuffled forward reluctantly, then lowered herself to her knees in front of Jack.
"Cut the whore's hands free," Jack said.
He did and shoved her next to Amanda. The two girls looked at each other briefly before turning back to Jack.
"Okay, whore. Show her how it's done."
Lisa slid her lips over his cockhead and twisted her head slowly back and forth, sucking softly as her tongue wiggled on the head. Her left hand clutched his cock shaft, squeezing repeatedly, while her right massaged his balls, rubbing and rolling them.
She slowly worked her lips down a few inches, then back to the head. She let it pull free of her lips, pull free against the suction of her mouth and the tight squeezing of her lips. She rubbed it across her face, moaning softly, her eyes slits, her lips slightly parted.
Then she pushed it against her lips, which were still open only a little. She let the cock force her lips open slowly, piercing her oral cavity, then sliding deep as she sucked. Her lips bobbed up and down, then slid right down the shaft to the balls.
She slid back then and let his cock come free, then turned to Amanda.
"Try that, slut," Jack sighed.
She swallowed nervously, then took his cock from Lisa and tried to imitate her. She sucked on just the head and worked her tongue against the underside. She let her head twist from side to side, then slid her lips down the shaft.
She and Lisa alternated, bobbing their lips on the cock, sucking his balls, rolling his cockhead over their faces until he suddenly pulled heir heads together and spewed out, shooting cum over both them. Lisa quickly engulfed his cockhead and sucked the remaining juices out while Amanda wiped her face.
"Slut doesn't like your cum on her, Mister Jones," Bill grinned.
"Maybe she'll like my piss better," Jack growled.
"Not till I'm done with her," Frank said. "I don't want your piss on me. C'mere, whore. I want you on all fours in front of me. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch whore you are."
Amanda moved around and showed him her ass, meekly submitting to his desires as he dropped down and mounted her. His cock rammed up her cunt with violent energy and was soon pumping away as the other two watched. Bill got hard watching and dropped to his knees in front of her, then pushed his cock into her mouth.
She sucked him as Frank fucked her. Jack sat down in a nearby chair and pulled Lisa's face into his lap. She began to lick and suck on his flaccid prick as he slouched down in languorous ease.
After Bill and Frank had both cum they had Amanda crawl down the hall to the lounge, where they could be more comfortable. Lisa came too, of course. The men relaxed in the overstuffed chairs there while the two girls knelt together on the floor.
"What should we do with these whores, guys?" Frank grinned, sucking back a brew.
"I'm all fucked out for the present," Bill sighed.
"Well, maybe the whores can put on a little show for us, get us turned up again so we can fuck em'. What do you say, sluts?"
Neither girl had any idea what he was talking about. Lisa was completely obedient by now but had little creativity. She had to be given an order to obey.
"Let's see a lezzie number," Frank leered.
Amanda's head lowered. Lisa just waited for something specific to obey.
"Hey, blondie, let's see you and melons here start kissing. Suck each other's tits and grope each other. Stuff like that," Jack grinned.
Amanda looked up slightly.
"I told you we should whipped her first," Frank said.
"Melons, go after the slut," Jack said.
Lisa turned and put her arms around Amanda, who looked up at her, startled. Lisa kissed her, holding the other girl in place as she pulled them in close together. Their tits mashed and rolled together as Lisa kissed the blonde. She slid her hands up and down Amanda's back, then cupped her buttocks as her tongue pushed into her mouth.
Amanda was surprised by the lack of hesitation in the other girl. She knew nothing about lesbian acts, and wanted to know less. Still, she didn't dare resist as the other girl's hands glided over her body.
Lisa knew little about lesbianism either, she just figured she'd do what the women did in the movies, pretty much. It was either that or a whipping, and she would do anything to avoid a whipping.
It was odd feeling another girl's breasts against her own, even odder squeezing and fondling them with her hands. She knew what the men wanted though. She'd been watching porno movies with them for a week now.
Her mouth sucked on Amanda's nipples as she licked her tongue over them. She knew Amanda wasn't up to initiating anything herself, so pushed the other girl back onto her back and licked her way down between her legs. Amanda trembled but didn't fight her as Lisa began to probe against her recently raped fuck entrance with her tongue.
Soon they were in a sixty-nine, with Lisa grinding her pussy down into Amanda's face. Amanda's actions were slow and hesitant, but the men could hardly see her face anyway, concentrating on Lisa's tongue as it slid in and out of the blonde's muff.
But then Frank left and came back with a strap-on dildo. They broke the two up and strapped the thing onto a confused Lisa. Amanda was put on all fours and Lisa mounted her, stuffing the thick rubber cock down her cunt and fucking like a man would.
They men drank and laughed and positioned the two in various ways, enjoying the show, but it was starting to get late. Frank and Jack had to show up at home for dinner.
Amanda and Lisa were both hung from their wrists in the main room. Then the men left for a few hours.
"How long are they going to keep us?" Amanda asked in a soft voice.
"I don't know. I've been here a week."
"A week!" Amanda wailed.
"They say they'll let me go when I'm ready."
"Ready? That's what they said to me."
"When I learn to share my cunt more, to put out to anyone who wants it."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway. At least they don't whip me much any more."
"Wh ... whip?"
"They'll do it to you when they come back. They did it to me first night too."
"Does it ... hurt?"
"Horribly, but you'll survive. Scream all you want. They don't care, and no one can hear."
"Oh God! My arms hurt!" Amanda whined.
"They'll hurt more before they let you down. They left me up like this a whole night once. It's under your arms that it starts to really hurt, at the side of your chest."
"It already hurts there."
"It'll get worse."
"But can't we do anything!?"
"No, just obey."
The two naked girls hung there, swaying slightly, their arms aching under their weight, anxiously anticipating and fearing the return of their tormentors.
CHAPTER FOUR
Helen Ashworth was not a woman to be taken lightly. She had a hard, piercing stare and a voice to match. Her personality was rough and abrasive. She knew what she wanted and she took it. She was strong, in both body and will, and not one to be treated like a weak, simpering female.
So when her husband Frank, a man she'd married more for his great body and sexual talents than any particular personality traits, began to show less and less interest in her body, she began to suspect she was being played the fool ... and that angered her.
She knew she was still quite attractive. She was a handsome woman with a strong, fit body that she kept in good shape with steady workouts. Her breasts were almost as firm as they'd been when she was a teenager, though they were large and heavy.
At first she couldn't find the time to find out what was going on. Gradually, as time passed, she began to develop a feel for what was happening.
Frank and two scummy pals of his, Bill Wright and Jack Rawlins, were going out together every Friday, supposedly bowling, though they never went to a bowling alley. They also found time together most Saturdays and Sundays, and sometimes during the week as well.
But they weren't going out to strip clubs, or bars. As far as she could figure out they never went anywhere but to some old broken down garage in the middle of the warehouse district. It took her weeks to find out just that much.
After some research she discovered they were renting it from a numbered company. She tracked down the managers and, with some bribery, managed to get a key. Inside, she found a van, and nothing more. The van was locked.
There was a set of stairs leading down, but a big steel door blocked the lower level and she had no key to that, nor did the managers.
So, after more time had passed, when things had slowed down some at work, she managed to sneak Frank's several strange keys out of his pocket when he was taking a shower. That was on a Sunday night. Monday she'd gotten copies of them made.
Frank didn't notice a thing. She slipped his keys back that night and waited. Two nights later he went out with his friends, supposedly for a few drinks. She gave him some time, then followed. She drove to the warehouse district and parked behind the old garage, then let herself inside.
Jack's car was there, along with the van and two others. She headed for the stairs. To her surprise the door at the bottom was open. She eased through, finding herself in a narrow, badly lit hallway, the walls, roof, and floor of old stone.
She heard noises coming from a room ahead. She eased up to it and peered around the corner.
The first thing she saw was a brunette, a young one, with big tits. She was naked and on all fours. Jack Rawlins was fucking her from behind and Bill was in front of her, fucking her face. Helen glared at them in disgust.
She eased a little further out and her eyes widened. Frank was sitting on a chair naked. A slender blonde girl was straddling him, sitting on his cock, rising up and down as he sucked her breasts and squeezed her bare ass. She was moaning in obvious pleasure as Frank sucked hard on her right nipple.
Helen felt an overpowering rage, a desire to rush in and kill both of them, to tear the little slut's filthy blonde hair out and strangle her with it, then to castrate her miserable excuse for a husband. She watched the girl with loathing, with hatred, thinking of all the ways a fragile looking girl like that could be hurt.
She longed to dig her nails into her flesh, to claw her little blue eyes out, to wrap her hands around the slender throat and squeeze the life from her. She glared hatefully as Frank groaned and came, making the same sounds she'd been hearing for years as he pumped his sperm up into the girl.
Helen turned away, almost shaking with rage. She went back to her car and drove home, and it was a good thing no blondes happened to walk in front of her car on the way, because they wouldn't have made it across the street.
That miserable son of a bitch, she thought. She'd kept herself in shape for him, and here he was turning her over for some piece of blonde fluff!
The more she thought about it though, and the more she calmed down and analyzed things, the cooler she became. She hadn't kept herself in shape just for him. She wanted to look good, to feel sexy, so the men would lust after her. She liked that feeling of being wanted.
As for Frank, should she have expected that stupid ignorant bastard to turn away a lush, nubile young thing like that? How old was that little slut, anyway? She didn't look old enough to vote, that was sure. Little teenage slut, so happy she could seduce men, not caring about who they were married to.
It was the girl who was at fault, she decided. Men Frank's age were supposed to get horny at the sight of cute little blondes. But the blondes weren't supposed to drop their pants and spread their legs for the likes of Frank and their friends, they had younger meat at their disposal if they wanted something between the legs.
Frank was going to get it, all right, but it was that little slut Helen really wanted to get. She wondered who she was, how to find out. She could ask Frank, of course, stupid son of a bitch.
The next day she called in sick after Frank had left, then went to the garage, searching for some kind of information that would identify the girl. She unlocked the garage and drove in, then went down the stairs. She unlocked the big steel door and moved slowly down the narrow hall, looking out for bugs.
She opened the first door, where she'd witnessed the lewd sexual antics the other night and went in. The place smelled of sweat, sex, and booze. There were empty beer cans everywhere. There were a few recliners and chairs around, and a couple of tables, but nothing substantial, not even a TV.
She searched around but found nothing that could lead to the identity of anyone who'd been here. She went out into the hall and down to the end. She opened the door there, and turned on the light. She almost screamed when she saw something move, but Helen Ash worth was not the kind of woman that screamed lightly.
At first she couldn't believe her eyes. It was her, the girl. She was stretched out, spreadeagled on a large rough wooden table. Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the corners, and she was entirely naked. There was a blindfold over her eyes but Helen was in no doubt. It was her.
She padded quietly up to the side of the table and looked down at her. The girl knew someone was here. She'd heard the door open, the light go on. She turned her head from side to side, straining at the bonds as she moved.
Helen had to admire the play of muscles below the girl's soft skin as she pulled at the ropes holding her. She was unquestionably a lovely young woman, though Helen thought her own body better, fuller, rounder. Certainly she had much larger breasts.
She didn't say anything at first, trying to figure what was going on, what kind of perverted sex games her husband was playing with this slut. She moved around the room slowly, not missing the riding crops, cat O' nine tails, canes, flails, paddles, and other types of devices on the walls, nor the many ropes, handcuffs, leather restraints, and other signs of bondage that lay on shelves.
She saw the chains hangin from the ceiling in various places, and the strange assortment of platforms that were placed against the walls. She speculated on their intent, placing the blonde girl on them to help.
A strap-on dildo lay on a shelf and she picked it up admiringly. She'd had one herself years back, when she'd gone to a boarding school. Many of the girls had taken pleasure in each other, since boys were few and very far between there.
She wondered then where the brunette with the big tits was. Had she gone to work, or to school? Why was the blonde still here? How long had she lain tied like this, surely not since last night.
She put the dildo back on the shelf and picked up another long cylindrical tube, this one metallic. It had a button on one end, and she thought at first it was a vibrator. She flicked the switch but nothing happened but a dull humming. There was a button next to the switch. She touched that. Sparks crackled along the metal tube.
She gasped and almost dropped it. Shit, she thought. She'd heard of those stun gun things. This was something like that, only ... She examined the long tube and wondered if they had really dared ... had they really pushed this into some woman and then ... No, surely not. They wouldn't have the balls.
She turned back to the girl, who had turned her head towards her, as if she could see. The girl didn't call out though. Helen stared over at her, remembering her cries of passion as she'd ridden up and down on Frank's cock, and her eyes narrowed.
She padded back to the table. It was great luck the girl and the others were playing some kind of bondage game. She'd be helpless. Helen could do whatever she wanted to the little slut. Absolutely anything.
She walked up to the table and jerked the blindfold off. The girl's eyes fluttered and blinked in the light, then stared at her in shock. Helen smiled grimly.
"Didn't expect me, did you, you little slut," she snapped.
Of course the use of the word slut immediately convinced Amanda that she was in league with the men who'd brought her here and abused her. She assumed an obedient, willing smile.
"What are you smiling at, you slut?" Helen demanded.
"Nothing, ma'am. I'm sorry," Amanda said, not smiling.
"Where's the other whore, the brunette with the big tits?"
"Gone back home, ma'am." Amanda was doubtful of that, but that was what she'd been told. "But not you, huh, slut. You're still here."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Are you having fun here, slut?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Amber said. That was not what Helen wanted to hear of course. She glared at the impudent little bitch. "Do you know what this is, you little bitch?" she snarled, holding up metal tube.
"It....it's a ... a cattle prod, Ma'am," Amanda whispered.
It was?
"Do you know what it feels like?"
"Yes, ma'am," Amber gulped fearfully.
"Oh, you do. Well, you and those pigs must be having a helluva time then. What are you, some kind of sick little masochist?"
"Uhm, yes, ma'am," Amber said, agreeing with whatever was suggested. That was the way the men usually wanted her to behave.
But of course Helen just thought of her as being snotty and impertinent. She touched the tip of the prod to the girl's right nipple, mostly as a threat. The girl hissed in fear and clenched her teeth in anticipation.
"Maybe you'd like this up your cunt, bitch?"
"Yes please," Amber whimpered. She'd been with the men for almost a week now. If someone suggested she'd like something she knew she had better agree, no matter what she really thought. "You'd like this up your ass, wouldn't you, slut?" one of the men would say, and she'd say, "Oh yes, sir."
Helen glared in anger, then, without really thinking about it, touched the button. Power surged through the metal rod and crackled against the girl's nipple and tit. She screamed, arching her back violently and jamming her breast even more firmly against the rod.
Helen jerked the thing back immediately, swallowing in surprise. The girl's body jerked and shuddered, then lay still, her chest heaving.
"Tha ... thank you, ma'am," Amber moaned.
Helen looked at her in disbelief. What a fucking whore she was! No wonder Helen couldn't compete with her. She glared down at the girl, then, feeling strangely drawn to do it, she touched the tip to her nipple again.
Once again the girl howled in agony, her body straining and pulling, thrashing and shaking, bouncing maniacally on the table.
Helen swallowed nervously. She'd wanted to hurt this slut, to hurt her badly ... but ... she was feeling strange about it, not satisfied as she did when she got her revenge on someone, but ... engrossed, captivated by the girl's pain, by her wild thrashing, her desperate screams of agony.
The girl was whimpering, shaking, trembling like a leaf in a storm. She looked up at Helen with real fear in her eyes. Her chest heaved, sweat standing out on forehead. Helen's eyes skimmed her nude body, sliding over the creamy young thighs, the smooth, trim belly, the firm round breasts with their tiny nipples.
She touched the prod to her chest between her breasts, not activating it, sliding it slowly up and down her chest, circling her breasts, then easing down onto her concave stomach, over her abdomen, then through the thin nest of golden pubic hair.
She pushed the thing against the girl's slit, sliding it slowly up and down. She pulled it away, amazed it herself. She was hot, aroused. She was panting for breath, her juices flowing, her legs trembling, her thighs unconsciously clenching, squeezing together.
She didn't understand it. Sure, she'd had a few lesbian affairs as a girl, but nothing since and hadn't been tempted. It wasn't just the girl, just her body, it was ... it was the power over her, the absolute power, like a God, no, a Goddess.
She laid a hand on Amanda's breast, stroking it slowly, squeezing the soft meat. Her hand followed the path the cattle prod had, until it was down over her slit. She slowly and gently pried the pubic lips apart and inspected her gleaming pink flesh.
She looked up at the girl's face, then down at the slit. She placed the prod against her hole and eased it inside, shocked at her behaviour, but almost trembling with anticipation. An inch, she pushed inside, telling herself that was more than enough.
Then a second, a third, five, seven, nine. The girl was moaning, pulling at her bonds. Helen pumped the prod in and out like a dildo, like a cock, sliding it ever deeper, forcing it high into the blonde's belly, her thumb caressed the button, hesitating, as if she didn't quite dare it, didn't quite have the courage.
"Did you like fucking my husband?" she asked.
"Who?"
"The blonde."
"Yes, I liked it," Amanda whimpered.
She pressed her thumb down and the blonde howled in despair, her flesh burning from the inside her. Her head thrashed from side to side, bouncing and jerking against the table. Her limbs strained mightily as she convulsed in terrible agony. Her nervous system tore to pieces as the fiery, crackly electricity ripped through her flesh and bone and tore into her brain.
Helen let go of the button, then eased the prod down out of the girl's pussy. Even without the power tearing through her, the blonde continued to twitch and jerk and quiver.
Helen was trembling a little herself. She felt guilty at what she'd done, even though the little slut surely deserved it, and even though she was practically begging for it. Still, Helen couldn't believe how much she herself was getting off on it.
She slid her hand over the trembling girl's body, feeling the heat, the moisture of her sweat. Her fingers coasted up onto the girl's heaving chest, over her breasts. She felt the pounding heart through her breasts. She slid her fingers around the girl's throat, not squeezing, just ... holding it.
It occurred to her that the blonde would do anything, absolutely anything she wanted, that she would do it and not protest, do it enthusiastically.
She eyed the tight chains binding her wrist and ankle restraints, but the girl was small and weak looking, certainly unable to overpower her. She freed her arms and legs and pulled her off the table. The blonde couldn't stand and Helen let her sink to her knees before her.
"This is a nice little place here," Helen said, "Every man should have one, don't you think."
She picked up a dog collar with a leash attached and turned to the still trembling blonde.
"Yours?" she smiled, holding it up.
She dropped it and eyed a collection of dildos and vibrators, then with a short laugh, picked up an odd leather device. It was, she realized, the kind of thing one put on a horse to control it. What was it called ... a bridle? It even had blinders.
The idea was outrageous, yet what else could it be for? She carried it back to the blonde and pulled it over her head just as the girl looked up. She gripped her jaw, just as she used to do to a horse when she was a girl at camp and as the girl moaned and opened her mouth, Helen shoved the bit in between her teeth and into the back of her mouth.
She swept the reins up over her head and then adjusted the straps behind the blonde's head, buckling them tightly.
"Now don't you look pretty," she grinned contemptuously. She pulled on the reins, moving behind the girl. She snapped them, yelling "Gidyap". They slapped on the girl's bare back and upturned ass cheeks and she let out a yelp and started crawling forward.
God, Helen thought, this is so perverted, so sick. Still, she snapped the reins again and the girl continued to crawl. Too bad there wasn't a cart or something for her to pull," Helen thought in excited amusement.
She had the girl crawl all around the room before halting before something that caught her eye. It was a cane, a simple, old-fashioned cane like the one the principal of her girl's school had years back, long and thing and ... She swung it, hearing it hiss as it cut through the air. This would hurt like hell.
She turned to the girl, feeing the urge welling up inside her, the urge to use it on her, to strike the blonde's soft round ass flesh. It was so vulnerable, and it would feel so good to crack the cane down on it.
Yet something restrained her. How could she simply begin striking the girl without cause? She'd already caused her terrible pain, true, but that had been a simple matter of pressing a button, to actually raise her hand and strike the girl ... it needed some reason, some justification, at least to her.
"You're a real whore, aren't you, girl," she sneered, moving around in front of her. "No wonder Frank fucks you, that's what you were made for."
She pressed the tip of the cane against Amanda's chin, forcing it up, forcing her up and back on her heels. She ran the tip down her throat and onto her right breast, poking it, scraping it across the nipple. "Not much there," she sniffed. "Call those tits?"
She flicked the cane up sharply, snapping it over the nipple painfully hard. The girl gasped but didn't move or try to object.
"I'm a real woman, not some pathetic little toy slut," Helen glared. "Want to see what a real woman looks like?"
She unbuttoned her starched white shirt and shrugged it off. Below, for all intents and purposes, she was naked. She wore a black support garment that was really just a bra without cups. It lifted and separated her breasts from below, but left them almost entirely bare. She liked that, it made her feel sexy. Besides, she liked her nipples to show through her shirt sometimes.
Now she felt a sexual heat, a fire in her loins as she showed them naked to the girl, to a mere child, one who was a complete stranger. She felt a combination of embarrassment, pride, and excitement as the girl looked at her breasts.
"See these, whore? Don't you wish you had breasts like these?"
"Ye ... yes, ma'am," Amanda gulped fearfully.
"Stand up then," she said, snapping the reins. She tugged on them as Amanda rose to her feet. The girl tall, almost as tall as Helen, but much lighter, thinner.
"Feel them," Helen said, tensing up as the girl stared at her breasts. Obediently, the blonde raised her hands and squeezed Helen's large breasts. Helen fought down a gasp of pleasure, feeling the heat rising in the pit of her belly.
"Lick them, suck the nipples," she said, sure the girl would refuse. Again she obeyed, bending, stroking her left breast with her hand as she sucked on her right nipple. Her tongue rasped against the hard round button as she sucked, and her teeth gnawed a little.
Helen felt her head throb with sexual tensions, with the power she had over the lovely young girl. She could do anything, anything!
The girl continued to suck on her nipple, until Helen pulled her over to the other one. She never complained, never spoke, never voiced any hesitation.
Helen pushed her back. She wanted to strip off her tight black pants, yet ... she felt shy, uncomfortable about the girl seeing her do it.
"Turn around," she ordered.
The girl turned her back to Helen. Helen felt another surge of pleasure. She slipped off her shoes, then undid her pants and skimmed them down. She slipped off her black panties then, naked but for the support bra, stepped into her high heels again.
She hesitated to tell the girl to turn, newly shy. The girl had lovely round buttocks, perfectly round. Helen felt jealousy. Her own ass was not nearly so perfect. She was more then twice the girl's age, after all.
"Bend over, slut," she said. The girl let out a small whimper, then obeyed, bending forward. Helen watched the girl's ass tighten up still further, the skin drawing back as the meat of her ass pulled tight. She felt the cane in her fingers and knew an almost overpowering urge to swing it down on those perfect little ass cheeks.
But she needed an excuse. Why, though, she wondered. What would the girl do, complain? She doubted it.
She slid the tip of the cane between the blonde's thighs, goosing her, rubbing it back and forth against her pussy mound. She pulled it back, then suddenly swung it down on the round ass. There was a hiss as it cut through the air then a loud thwack of noise as it struck the girl.
The blonde cried out in pain but held her position, trembling and whimpering as a line of red appeared across her twin cheeks. Helen felt fire blossoming between her own legs, a heat that threatened to consume her. She trembled, then slashed the cane down on the lovely ass again.
Another line of red cut across her cheeks as Amanda cried out in pain. Again the cane slashed down, then again, and again, and again.
"Come here, slut," Helen gasped, unable to take the pain of her pleasure any more. She gripped the girl's hair and jerked her around, then forced her to her knees in front of her. She pulled her face into her groin, jamming her mouth up into her slit as the girl automatically began to lick.
She spread her legs, both hands on the girl's blonde hair as her tongue slid into Helen's pussy and began probing for her clit. Helen groaned, arching her back, humping against the teenager as she felt her tongue rasping across her clitty, felt the girl's lips sucking on the hot bud and her mouth, her tongue, her ... her....
She couldn't take it, she came, explosively, gurgling in wonder, swaying back and forth, humping furiously into Amanda's face as she felt the orgasm ripple up and down her spine. So good, she thought wondrously, so gooood.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack had been a little sorry to set Lisa free. He liked sucking on those big tits, and loved ramming his cock up and down her cleavage while she sucked the tip and crushed her full soft breasts against it.
Still, they had to all go sooner or later, and keeping her more than three weeks didn't leave room for another slut to come and get her training. And they wanted to train as many sluts as possible.
It fell to him to set the whore free, mostly because he got off early on Fridays. He took her near where she said she lived and dropped her off. They'd told her to simply tell her family that she'd forgotten who she was and didn't know where she'd been. There were certainly enough bruises still on her to make that believable.
Jack wasn't happy with the slut they still had. She was okay, he supposed, and had a wonderfully sweet face, but he liked his slag with more meat on it, like Lisa. He wanted another full bodied whore with big tits he could fuck.
He knew Bill liked them daintier, finer, liked the ones who seemed either innocent or had the air of grace and dignity. All Jack wanted was a slut with big tits and a nice ass that would hold his ten inch cock.
It pissed him off that Bill had grabbed that whore without asking. Maybe he should do the same, just find a slut that appealed to him and take her. Hell, maybe they should find room for three bitches, and all have their own. They'd share, of course, but each would have his personal choice.
He scoped the target list, looking for early targets. One high school had a cheerleading practice every Friday that let out at three. The girls usually went home from there, and often alone. Why not check it out, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd find a choice piece of cunt meat there and just pop it himself.
Ashley Cooper walked out of the school's gymnasium after cheerleader practice in a very good mood. In fact, she was still giggling about the practical joke she and her friend Susan had played on that cow Karen Morgan.
She hadn't bothered to change from her red on white cheerleader outfit, just thrown her coat over it. She was in a hurry to get home. Her face was smiling as she headed through the parking lot. She was replaying the look on Karen's face when she found out there was a hole cut in the rear of her panties.
She giggled a bit, her bright, youthful face lighting up at the memory. Her white teeth glistened in the sunshine as she moved out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk that went past the school. The wind was blowing right into her face and she lowered her eyes and tossed her head a little to clear her long blonde bangs out of her eyes.
Suddenly the world changed. Someone grabbed her from behind. Her scream was stillborn as a big gloved hand clamped down over her mouth. She was yanked backwards, twisted around, lifted up, and tossed into the trunk of a car.
Before she could make a sound the trunk slammed closed. She screamed then, screamed in terror and panic, hoping desperately it was some guys playing a joke, maybe friends of Karen getting back at her.
The car lurched forward and sent her rolling against the side. She tried to find something to grab onto as the car turned a corner and raced down the road. Her eyes were huge and round but she could still see nothing in the pitch darkness of the drunk.
Her fear mounted, even though she tried desperately to convince herself it was a joke. The car drove on, turning a number of corners. Surely they would have pulled over by now if it was a joke. Maybe they were driving her home. Yes, that was it. The car would stop, the trunk would open, and she'd find herself outside her own home, stupid guys laughing at her, and Karen looking smug.
But the car kept going. She huddled in the bottom, whimpering, fighting back tears. She tried not to think of what might happen, of who it was that had her. If it wasn't a joke, it might be a crazy person. Maybe she was going to just disappear and never be seen again, like those people on the missing posters.
The car slowed, there was a little bounce, then it drove forward very slowly. She heard the sounds outside change, the engine becoming much louder as the car entered some enclosed space. She heard a rattling sound, like when the garage door closed at her house.
She huddled deeper in the trunk, terrified now, staring up towards the top of the trunk, waiting to see who would open it. She heard the engine turn off, then the slamming of the car door. She could hardly breath, her heart pounded so loud she couldn't hear.
There was the sound of a key in the trunk lock, then the door opened wide. She stared up in terror and terrible disappointment at, not a bunch of teenage boys, but a big, big man, one she didn't know.
"Oh God," she whispered.
The man was in his thirties, and had blonde hair. He wasn't bad looking, really, for an old guy, but he had a cruel and evil smile on his face as he looked down at Ashley.
"Get out," he said, his voice rough and gravelly.
She stared at him, too frightened to move.
"Get out!" he yelled.
She screamed and burst into tears. He reached in and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her out of the trunk. Again she screamed. He dragged her out and shoved her back against the car, sliding a huge hand around her throat. He choked her breath out and held her there, shaking her a little, glaring angrily.
She gripped his hand, trying to pull it loose. She couldn't. He continued to glare at her.
"Shut up," he hissed. "Keep your dirty mouth shut!" He shook her again, then slowly loosened his hand. She gasped for breath, panting, chest heavjng.
The man let go of her throat, gripping her arm instead and leading her around the car and down a set of narrow stairs that ended at a heavy steel door. He unlocked it and led her down a narrow hallway, then into a wide low ceilinged room. There was a big bed in the middle of the room, and aside from a couple of old straight-backed chairs that was the only furnishing.
The man grabbed her and spun her around, then his big hands gripped the front of her coat and jerked the zipper down. She stared at him, still trembling in terror.
"Please...." she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me."
"I ain't gonna hurt you, slut," he cackled. "I'm just gonna fuck the HELL out of you!"
She gasped and felt tears starting to flow again. He undid her coat and shoved it over her shoulders, tearing it off her. Then he pushed her back against the wall and stared at her lustfully, his eyes roaming up and down her young body.
"Niiiice," he drooled. "Nice legs, nice tits." He gripped her arm and spun her around again, then lifted the back of her skirt. "Nice ass too," he sniggered, slapping a big hand down on her ass and squeezing hard. Ashley gasped and tried to pull away, but he let go and spun her around again, then shoved her back against the wall.
"Get it off," he barked.
"Please," she whined. "Please let me go."
"If you're a good girl maybe I will. Now strip. I wanna see your CUNT!"
Horrified, she glanced at the door, then back at him. He leered cruelly. "Please," she whimpered, starting to cry again. He undid his belt, then pulled it out of the loops, doubled it up, and slapped it against one hand.
"Get naked or I'll beat the shit out of you," he hissed.
Shaking in fear, Ashley's hands slowly moved behind her to the zipper of her cheerleader uniform. She tried to undo the button but couldn't because her hands were trembling too much. The man glowered at her, then spun her around again, grabbed the back of her uniform and ripped it open.
Again he spun her around, like she weighed nothing. She stumbled and almost fell.
"Show me your tits, WHORE!"
She flinched back, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly. Her uniform hung down a little since the whole back end had been ripped. She pulled it forward and off, letting it fall on the floor. Now she wore only her own white bra, her panties, and the red pants that went with the uniform.
Again she tried to reach behind her but he impatiently gripped the front of her bra and tore it apart between the cups. She sobbed weakly as he gripped her under the arms, lifted her a foot off the ground, then rubbed his face from side to side against her full, young breasts.
He bit down on one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, twirling his tongue on it as he slurped and slobbered on her breasts. He set her down after a long minute, shoving her back against the wall again.
"Now the pants," he chortled. "I want to see if you're a natural blonde. I want to see your cunt fur."
Tears trickled down Ashley's pretty face as she slipped her fingers into her pants and shoved them down. She bent, slipping them down past her knees, then stepped out of them. She stood up, trying to cover her breasts with her arms.
"The panties too, you cunt WHORE!"
She cried out and jerked back as he yelled, then slipped her thumbs into her panties and skimmed them off. Now wearing only her white socks and red tennis shoes she huddled against the wall, mortified and more frightened then she'd ever been in her life.
"Stand straight!" he barked. "Put your hands behind your head and stand STRAIGHT!"
He smacked the belt against his hip and she hurriedly straightened, then brought her hands up behind her head and tried to hold still. She shook and whimpered, looking up at the ceiling now that she couldn't look at the floor.
"Nice tits," he snickered, coming forward to stand right in front of her. His big hands slid under her rounded breasts and stroked the underside of both, then lifted them up slightly, as though weighing them.
"What size are your teets?" he leered.
She stuttered incomprehensibly and he squeezed his fingers, mashing her tits painfully. She cried out and gripped his wrists, trying to free her aching melons from his tight grip, but he was way too strong for her and ignored her cries of pain and struggles.
"Put your hands behind your head, you CUNT!"
Sobbing openly she put her hands back behind her head. He loosened his grip, stroking her breasts instead.
"I asked you what size your teets were, whore."
"Thi ... thi.. thir ... thirty-eight," she stuttered. "C or D?"
"D ... d ... d ... dee."
"Nice and fat and tasty. These were made for sucking. You know that, slut?" She whimpered but said nothing. "I asked you a question!!" he raged. She cried out in fear.
"Do you know what these teats are for?" he yelled. "Ye ... y ... ye ... ye ... yeeessss," she sobbed. "What are they for?"
"Su ... su ... suckkkk ... kkk ... iiinnnngg," she sobbed.
"And you love it! Don't you? DON'T YOU?"
"Nooooo ... oooo ... ooo."
"Lying little tramp!"
His hand shot between her trembling thighs and he cupped her pussy mound in his huge hand. He squeezed hard and she squirmed and sobbed as his hand crushed her cunt pad.
"And this is made for fucking! FUCKING!"
He squeezed her pussy repeatedly and cackled with glee.
"Spread your legs, SLUT!"
She opened her legs, bobbing as his hand mashed her pussy meat.
"Wider, WHORE!"
His hand let go of her cunt mound and a single finger pressed up against her pussy cleft. It shoved between her soft, tight pussy lips and pierced her, wriggling up into her cunt channel. She let out a moan of despair but kept her legs apart as he jammed his finger into her with painful force.
"I'm gonna fuck you soooo haaaard," he promised.
He pumped his finger up and down in her cunt tunnel and Ashley shook and sobbed and moaned in pain and terror and humiliation.
He jerked his finger out then and spun her around once more.
"Stick that ass out," he barked. "Spread your legs and stick that round little ass out at me."
She complied, sniffling and whimpering as she felt his hands squeeze her ass cheeks.
"This is an ass that needs to be fucked," he said. "You ever get ass fucked? Huh, slut? Ever get a cock up your asshole? Ever been sodomized?!"
"N ... n ... n ... n ... nnnnoooooooo ... oooo," she sobbed.
"You're gonna be! I'm gonna fuck this buttery little ass of yours until you shit sperm!"
Her mind was nearing overload now, dazed and horrified by his words and actions. His finger prodded her anus then, pressing hard against it. It worked its way up into her quickly, painfully, wiggling from side to side as he sniggered and chortled in glee.
Ashley was in shock, totally overcome now by the horrific outrage and terror. She trembled and stood there, whimpering, panting for breath, unable to comprehend what was happening.
His finger shoved far up her asshole and pumped in and out, then jerked free. He slapped her ass and she cried out from the sudden pain.
"Get on the bed, slut. Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you."
Dazed and miserable she shuffled to the bed, then as his hands shoved her forward she staggered into it. he gripped her hips, and positioned her on the edge, spreading her legs. His hand cupped her pussy mound and gave her ass another slap.
"Time for you to get fucked, bitch! Time for me to shove my cock right up your tight little cunt!"
He pulled off his shirt, then dropped his pants. Ashley knelt there trembling and shaking, her mind awhirl, hardly even aware now what was going on. She felt something prodding her virgin pussy cleft, then groaned and whimpered as the thing pressed down hard.
It slowly stretched out her pussy opening, wider than it had ever been before. She whimpered again, staring at the stone wall in front of her as the thing entered her body. It forced her cunt walls wide apart, stretching and straining them as it pushed into her.
"Soft and warm and tight," he grunted, squeezing her ass cheeks as he drove his cock into her. She cried out when he gave a sudden thrust and he chuckled in response. He pushed forward until the head of his cock encountered her hymen, then halted.
"I feel your cherry," he sniggered.
He gripped her hair and twisted her head up and around. She lost her balance, tumbling onto her side as she grabbed at his hand, crying out in pain as her hair was pulled hard.
"Whore!" he snarled.
He shifted his grip, letting go of her hair, grabbing her upper leg, lifting it and shoving it back as he pressed her down into the bed. He straddled her other leg, leaning into her crotch as he pressed his cock down harder.
He let go of her leg, letting his chest hold it up, grabbing her by her tit and back and then thrusting down and forward with brutal power. She screamed and then burst into tears again as his big, fat cock sank into her, cutting through her hymen and sliding down into her guts.
"Whore," he sneered. "Slut."
He pulled back slightly, then thrust in savagely, drawing another cry of pain. He held her tightly, crushing her chest between his two big hands as he forced every last inch of cock meat down into her squirming, trembling body.
He gripped her shoulders then, jerking her against him, his arms running down the length of her front and back as he ground his loins into her. He jerked her up again and again, jamming her onto his big prong, laughing as she sobbed and cried out in pain.
"Cunts like you were built to be FUCKED!"
He started pumping then, using short, sharp, jabbing thrusts, jerking her body up to meet him as he repeatedly punched the head of his cock against her cervix. She gurgled and sobbed and whined as he used her body for his own cruel pleasure, totally overcome by the horror of the brutal rape.
The bed bounced beneath them as he rutted into her. His strokes became longer, but were just as hard and powerful as before. His hips slammed painfully into her thighs as his cock stabbed into her again and again, burning her cunt with the agony of the furious rutting assault.
"Little whore," he growled. "Shaking your ass and tits at everyone! This is what you were asking for! Slut! Whore! This is what you wanted!"
He hammered his pelvis down against her, even as he jerked her body up to meet the savage thrusts. His cock pounded back and forth inside her, tearing up her guts as she sobbed and whined and groaned in agony and misery.
Her upper leg was bent back painfully and her lower arm was crushed beneath her. Her cunt burned and stung and ached as his big cock skewered her. She felt like her insides were being torn apart as he rode her with furious intensity.
He let go of one of her shoulders, transferring his grip to her bouncing titties. He mashed first one, then the other, then the first, digging his fingers into the soft, round flesh with cruel force, pinching her nipples and pulling them out hard, making her yelp and whine and cry out in pain.
He giggled as she cried, ploughing his cock down into her tight hot cunt. He loved this! The hell with the guys and their careful picks, their doing things in order, throat, then cunt, then ass, all with everyone present. The hell with that and the hell with not taking what you wanted.
He wanted this slut. Sure she was small, but her tits were glorious. He loved the way they bounced and jiggled as he rammed down into her, loved the cries coming from her pretty mouth as she slammed his hips into her crotch, loved using her, loved having her all to himself.
Bill wouldn't dare bitch after what he'd done, and if Frank didn't like it let him lump it, or get his own slut. This little piece of meat was just perfect.
He rammed his boner deep and shot a hot load of sperm down into the girl's belly, groaning with pleasure as he unloaded.
"Take that, slut!" he snarled, feeling his cock spurting wad after wad into the wriggling, whimpering blonde's guts.
He staggered back a little, his cock softening. It was still early, but the guys would be here before long. He felt a momentary concern about how they would take it. Now that he wasn't gripped in the heat of sex he thought a bit of diplomacy might be in order. They had a good thing here, after all. No sense fucking it up by arguing.
He gripped the slut by the hair and dragged her after him as he walked to the door. He deliberately twisted and jerked on her hair to cause her pain, enjoying her yelps and cries and whimpers as he led her down the hall to the main room.
He flung her in, laughing when he saw the look on her face. The chains hanging from the ceiling, the stands around the room, the whips and canes and other devices of torture that were scattered around, all gave voice to her deepest fears.
He pushed her against a counter and took down one of Bill's ropes. Now how had he done it, Jack wondered. He wanted to tie the slut up like Bill did, or at least, close to it. He didn't have the patience though. He wound up winding the rope around and around her, criss crossing her tits, digging the rope in tight.
He left her ass and pussy free, because tying her up was making him hot and horny again.
"On your knees, whore," he glared.
Timidly, the girl slid down onto her knees, big eyes blinking as he moved in front of her. He gripped her hair in one hand and his cock in the other, then brought his cockhead to her lips. He rubbed it back and forth over her lips several times then pressed it forward.
"Open up, cunt," he snarled. She opened her lips with a whimper and he shoved his cock inside.
"Suck me," he snapped.
Ashley sucked on his cock, terrified of what this obviously deranged man would do to her. She was sure he was a madman who killed girls. She remembered hearing on the radio about a couple of local girls who'd gone missing, maybe he'd done it, maybe he'd done this to them then killed them.
She sucked hard, wanting him to be pleased, wanting him to stop hurting her. She did not yet know that he enjoyed hurting her.
His cock stiffened in her mouth and she bobbed her lips up and down on it as he pumped slowly into her. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair suddenly and he forced her head to tilt back uncomfortably. Then he suddenly lunged forward, thrusting his cock in hard and deep.
To her shock it rammed against the back of her mouth and went right down her throat. She couldn't believe it. Her eyes went wide with astonishment, and for long seconds, even as his long, thick tool slid down her gullet, she didn't react at all.
Then the pain and discomfort burst inside her and she tried to scream, but found she couldn't.
She couldn't breath either, not even through her nose. Panic gripped her and she tried to struggle away, but her arms were bound tightly and the man had a firm grip of her hair. She could do nothing as he slid his cock all the way into her throat, so her nose was mashed up against his belly.
He said something but she couldn't understand it. Her head was boiling, screaming with panic and horror and shock as she felt her throat bloat out around the massive intruder.
Then he slid it back up her throat pipe and she had to fight not to throw up. It was worse than when it went in. He didn't take it out though, but only worked it up and down, up and down in her throat as she wriggled helplessly, like a fish caught on a hook.
He pulled out then, his cock dripping wet, and rubbed it across her face a few times, snickering, as she gasped and panted for breath. He twisted her around and shoved her forward so she fell on her chest, then dropped to his knees between her legs.
His hand cupped her pussy and roughly lifted her ass into the air until her knees supported her. Then he rubbed his cock, not against her pussy, but up and down her ass crack. Ashley was too busy trying to regain her breath and overcome the horror of what had just happened to pay attention.
Until the stinging pain in her asshole mounted and finally broke through to her stunned mind, until she realized that he was going to, as he'd promised, sodomize her. She heaved a great and miserable sob of hopelessness, then wailed in misery as his cock thrust hard into her tiny hole.
"Shut up, fuck meat!" Jack snarled, slapping her head.
He gripped her hips and thrust savagely, ramming his prick into the slut's asshole, grinning, almost leering with delight as he stared down at her luscious round ass and watched his cock lurching forward into the round hole.
He slapped both hands down hard, gripping her full round ass in a tight embrace as he drove his cock deep into her guts. She cried hysterically but he only giggled as he thrust again. He gripped her hair, jerking her upper body off the floor, pulling it back against him.
He forced her head back then bit down on the side of her throat. His other hand slid around her, gave her tit a hard squeeze, then slid down onto her lower belly and pulled her back against him. He buried his cock up her tail, chewing and sucking on her throat as she sobbed in misery.
"Whore," he grinned. "Ass full of cock and she loves it."
He shoved her forward, letting her fall heavily to the floor as he began fucking wildly into her round anal tube. His hips slapped against her jiggling buttocks as he spiked his cock down into her. He gripped her hips in his hands, pulling her back to meet each new thrust, deliberately grinding her back and forth on the rug, knowing her fat tits must suffer.
He wanted to drag it out, but was too excited. His cock blasted out more cum, shooting it down the slut's asshole, filling her guts with his white cream.
"Gonna drown you in cum, slut," he sighed, easing off.
CHAPTER SIX
As he'd expected, neither of the guys was happy to hear he'd gone and scooped a slut on his own. What was the point of equipping the van so they could go hunting if everyone was just gonna grab whatever they came across?
Of course, there was no denying that this Ashley slut was quality meat. As they stood around discussing her the blonde huddled on her knees in front of them, her face dazed, shell shocked. She hardly saw them, hardly heard them.
"I think you actually fucked her brains out, Jack," Frank snorted.
"With tits like hers she doesn't need any."
"I don't like fuckin' dead bodies."
"Stick a cattle prod up her ass then. That'll make her dance."
Amanda was brought in. She spent some minutes sucking and licking Ashley's pussy, cleaning it out. Then Frank fucked the new girl. After he had dropped his load Amanda moved in again and sucked her cunt clean for Bill. Ashley accepted it all passively.
"I think we should do something to wake this bitch up," Frank said.
They lifted her and dragged her to one of the stands. It was a simple straight wooden slab about four feet high. The placed the dull eyed girl back against it, then locked her legs tight to the bottom. They pulled her arms straight down the other side, behind her, and locked them in place too.
Frank and Jack then moved up in front of her, each clutching a ping pong paddle in his hand. The grinned at each other and Jack raised his, then swung it down hard. There was a loud crack of noise as the flat wooden paddle made contact with the round tit orb, then the girl shrieked in agony as her tit bounced and jerked.
Frank raised his and swung it down on her other tit, with similar results. Jack swung, then Frank, then Jack, then Frank. It was slow and deliberate, each waiting for the other one's tit to stop bouncing and jiggling, and for the girl's screams to tail off into whimpers and sobs before swinging.
With her tits a dark, angry red, they halted while Bill turned a wheel in back. The chains binding Ashley's wrists pulled down, forcing her arms back and down further and further, forcing her to bow back painfully, her aching breasts thrusting up and out hard.
Jack and Frank put down their paddles as Bill picked up one of the riding crops. Frank chose a light, three foot long cane, while Jack hefted a cat O' nine tails.
Bill moved in first, raising the crop and then slashing it down on the girl's right breast. She screamed in pain as it tore into her already boiling, tortured tit orb. He swung again, this time striking the nipple directly. Her scream was even louder.
Bill moved aside and Frank swung the cane, cutting her left breast in half as it sank through the soft meat to her ribs. Her tit bounced and wobbled as it responded, and her wail of agony made his cock throb.
Jack slashed the cat down, setting fire to her tit as the nine tails lashed across the aching, swollen mammary. The entire stand jerked violently as she tried to tear free, her screams now that of a wild animal in agony.
Bill took his turns, this time on her other breast, then Frank, then Jack, then they repeated again, and again, and again. Twice the girl lost consciousness and had to be revived with smelling salts.
Finally they pulled her free of the stand, binding her wrists behind her back. She was bent far over so her red tits hung down below her like udders, then Bill pulled a rope up against her chest, one with two wide, round loops for her breasts. He pressed them flat against her ribs before pulling them as tight as he could.
One of the chains was lowered in front of the weeping girl and the hook that was attached was placed under the rope in the center of her chest. They stood back then, letting the swaying, dazed girl be supported by the rope around her tits.
Then Jack began to raise the chain, slowly, very slowly. The girl's sobs grew louder, more heartfelt. She began to cry out in pain, then agony as the chain lifted her off her toes. She would have thrashed wildly but every tiny movement brought agony to her breasts.
The ropes cut into them cruelly as the fat, round orbs took all her weight. Each of them had a thought that they might actually tear off, but they managed to hold, though their coloring turned even darker red. The girl's weeping was steady, but low, as if she didn't dare to do more. Even her breathing was very, very shallow as she tried to keep absolutely still.
Jack stepped forward, raised his foot and slammed it into her ass, shoving her forward. She swung back and forth on the chain, screaming in pain as her tits were yanked and twisted and torn at by the rope.
"You're gonna tear those tits off if you don't watch out," Bill said.
"There's lots of cunt meat out there," Jack said.
They watched her swing for a minute, then cut her down. Each of them fucked her once more, then she was locked in a small cell with Amanda, who was ordered to teach her how to be a good slut.
* * * * *
Helen quivered in anticipation as she entered the garage. It had been two days since she'd had her little session with the blonde. She'd waited for Frank to bring it up, and when he didn't, had watched carefully for some sign that he knew, but there was nothing. She'd analyzed every movement, every expression for a double entendre, but found nothing at all.
Was it possible the little slut hadn't even told him? Why would she keep something like that a secret?
Of course, then she got the idea that Frank and his asshole friends were setting her up, that they were waiting until she paid another visit to jump her, but she'd called Frank at work on the earphone just after parking. He was there, alright, and she doubted he'd let his buddies ambush her without him there to enjoy it.
Helen had jerked off several times while remembering what she'd done to the little blonde, and what the blonde had done to her. She'd made the girl lick her off several times, until she was too weak to stand and had to sit in a chair and pull her feet up, pulling the girl in between her thighs.
The slut hadn't complained about anything, not even when Helen had slapped her face a couple of times. She was as obedient as could be. She considered telling Karen Wright, Bill's wife, about what was going on here. Karen had sort of hinted a few times about how she thought Helen was sexy, but Helen had never followed up on it. Karen was too pushy, too smart mouthed for her liking.
What she liked was this nice, obedient little blonde and her talented tongue. She wondered if she could toss Frank out on his ass and bring the blonde in to live with her.
She went downstairs and unlocked the steel door, then locked it behind her. She checked the first room, then, because she was watching for a trap, checked the closets and small rooms along the way, even though they were, for some reason, bolted shut from the outside.
The first two were empty, but when she opened the third she got a surprise. It was the blonde, she thought at first, but then she realized it wasn't, well, it was, but it wasn't. It was another blonde.
This one was shorter, with big, really big breasts that were, for some reason, all red and bruised. The room the blonde was in wasn't really a closet. It was just a room that hid a big old water or sewer pipe that ran straight up from the floor and disappeared through the roof. There were some dials and gauges off to the right, but mainly, there was the pipe.
And the girl.
The blonde was tied to the pipe, boy was she tied.
Her back was pressed to the pipe. Her arms were above her head and pulled back around behind the pipe and apparently tied there. Her feet were pulled back around the pipe too, or at least to the sides, and tied there. Rope criss crossed her chest a couple of times, mashing her full, fat, red tits out hard.
Rope also wound around her tiny throat, linking that to the pipe, and around her waist, and around her thighs, cutting up hard against her pussy to jerk her legs hard to the sides and bind them tightly to the pipe. She was absolutely motionless, as was to be expected, and absolutely naked.
She stared up at Helen without saying anything. Helen looked right back, wondering what to do. If this slut was as obedient as the other one she could have plenty of fun. On the other hand, it looked like it was going to be an effort to get all that rope off, then get it all back on again so Frank wouldn't know.
She closed the door again, leaving the girl in the dark. She moved to the next door and opened that. That was more of a real closet and Amanda was in it. She was laying on her belly, her hands and feet pulled up tight behind her and tied together.
Helen dragged her out and pulled the ball gag out of her mouth.
"Hello there, slut. Glad to see me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Did you mention me to any of the others?"
"No, ma'am."
"Who's the slut in the next closet?"
"I don't know, ma'am."
"She's short, has blonde hair, and big tits."
"That's Ashley."
"Where did she come from?"
"Jack got her yesterday."
"Why?"
"To replace Lisa."
"Is she the same as you?"
Amanda blinked her eyes for a second, wondering what she meant, then decided she meant was Ashley as slut whore like her.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, maybe we should include her in our fun, hmmm?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Helen examined how the girl was tied up so she could replace the ropes, then went into the main work room and got a knife. She cut the slender blonde free, then went to the other closet and cut Ashley free. She pushed both girls ahead of her into the work room, her pussy starting to bubble with heat at the prospect of enjoying two gorgeous little sluts.
She really was going to have to tell Karen about this.
She had both girls kneel on the floor, then stripped off the dress she was wearing. She'd come prepared, unlike the other day. Under the dress she wore an almost completely transparent teddy, with a studded leather belt to add a menacing touch. She had thigh high leather boots with long spiked heels, and long leather bloves. Her hair was pulled back tightly in a bun behind her head, and she had leather collar around her neck.
She picked up a long slim whip and held it menacingly over the two little blondes, then ordered them onto all fours. She made the crawl around in slow circles, wiggling their asses while they moved, then, too aroused for more play, she sat back in a chair, drew her legs up to her chest and ordered the two girls to suck her off.
They did, of course, taking turns, pushing both their little pink tongues into her snatch, sucking and lapping at her cunt hole and clitty and even her asshole. She hadn't even had to order them to stuff their tongues up her asshole, they'd done it automatically.
What little darlings, she sighed to herself.
Two hot little tongues soon made her cum, and she was able to carry on with her play. She found a double headed dildo on a shelf and slid one end into each Amanda's pussy, then had her back up against Ashley's ass cheeks. The other end of the twenty inch rubber cock fit snugly into Ashley's pussy.
Helen watched, entranced, as they two girls slapped asses together, riding their pussies up and down the dildo. she especially loved the way Ashley's big tits swung back and forth below her as she moved.
"What happened to your tits to make them so red, slut?" she asked.
"They whipped them," she said dully.
"Whipped them? With what?"
She kept slapping her ass back at Amanda, but still seemed to shrug. "All sorts of stuff. Then they hung me from a rope around my tits."
Helen blanched at the thought, her face screwing up in sympathy as she imagined her own large breasts beaten and tortured. "Oh, my. I bet that hurt. No wonder they're all black and blue and red. I would never do that. Trust a man to whip a girl's breasts."
Still, as much as the idea appalled her, she found the idea exciting, and couldn't help wishing she'd been here to watch the blonde girl swinging from her tits.
She took the double dildo out of their cunts and had Amanda slip on a strap-on dildo, then slid the double headed dildo up her own pussy and pumped it in and out while Ashley sucked on her clitty. Amanda then climbed up on Ashley's back and slid her dildo up the new girl's pussy, fucking with a steady motion as Ashley licked Helen to another cum.
She got up then and had the girls stand up and hug tightly. She tied Ashley's right ankle to Amanda's left, then tied Ashley's left ankle to Amanda's right. She tied them again around the upper legs just below their buttocks, then wound rope around their waists and necks, finally she had them put their arms around one another and bound their wrists together ... Ashley's behind Amanda, and Amanda, behind Ashley.
As a final touch she picked up the twenty inch double headed dildo. It was hard rubber, but not that hard. It was pliable, bendable. She knelt and slid the thing up into Ashley's pussy, then bent it almost in half and inserted the other half up Amanda's cunt.
The thing had a lot of spring in it and kept trying to straighten, but she held it in place as she slowly forced it up into the two teenager's pussies.
Then she stood up and ordered them to make love. They began to kiss each other wetly, and run their hands up and down each other's backs and buttocks. That was about all they could do, that and grind their pussies on the dildo.
Helen picked up the long black whip and slashed it down against Amanda's back. The girl cried out in pain, the force of the blow throwing her against Ashley. Ashley held her, but slid her hands down onto the other girl's ass to get them away from the whip.
Which was futile of course. Helen slashed the whip across Amanda's back several more times, then moved around and began to whip Ashley's back. Each blow sent a shiver of lust and heat and excitement through her body, making her feel omnipotent, all powerful.
She shifted back to Amanda, slashing the whip across the slender girl's ass cheeks repeatedly, then moved around and began to attack Ashley's ass flesh.
The two blonde teenagers continued to stroke and kiss each other, continued to grind their pussies around the thick round rubber prick up inside them. Each hot, searing flash of pain threw one against the other, and drew a cry of pain, then a moan or a whimper as the affected girl continued to tongue the other.
Every time she felt the whip slash across one of their backs Helen felt a jolt of power, of sexual desire so powerful she couldn't resist it. She just HAD to swing her arm one more time, again and again, until it was too tired to lift again and both girls were covered with criss-crossing red welts from the backs of their knees to their necks.
Only once did she stop during the whipping, when the buzzing and quivering of her pussy grew so great that she knew she was about to cum, then she stuffed the handle of the whip up her cunt and pumped wildly as she arched her back and groaned in ecstasy.
When she untied the girls they clung together whimpering and trembling, then Ashley slowly fell away, tearing the dildo free of Amanda's hole. She sank to her knees, then, clutching Amanda's legs for a long moment, slid sideways and fell on her belly on the floor.
Amanda dropped to her knees then and sank down onto her heels, shuddering and quivering as she hugged herself and wept.
But Helen, too excited to be restrained, gripped both by the hair and forced them to their knees in front of her, then made them lick her off four times in the space of ten minutes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Helen didn't bother trying to retie the girls as she'd found them. There was no point in that. Even if neither chose to mention her presence to the men they'd certainly know from the stripes she'd left on the little blondes' asses and backs that someone had been there. It wouldn't be long before they got the story out of the pair, and then a description.
So instead she went across town to where Karen Wright lived. Karen didn't bother to work. It wasn't that she was a housewife, exactly. She simply was too lazy to go to work, so pretended to be a housewife. The few times she'd been over to the Wright's home, though, Helen had seen little sign that the blonde woman spent much time doing anything around the house.
Now, though she wasn't exactly fond of Karen, Helen thought she needed her. She needed reinforcements for when they guys found out what she'd been doing to their blonde playthings.
Karen was a stunning blonde, and it was hard to understand why Bill chose to screw around with other while she was home and available. Still, maybe her attitude grated on him as it did on Helen. Certainly the blondes they had at the garage were nothing like Karen in attitude.
"Well, well, hello," Karen said, surprised to find Helen at her door. She let her in, calculating what possible reasons she could have for being there in the day, and wondering how she might put it to use.
"Come to sunbathe?" Karen smiled silkily. She'd made a point of letting the other woman know, on several occasions, that she sunbathed nude quite often in their secluded back yard.
"Hardly,' Helen said. As attractive as the blonde was her manner irritated Helen.
"Pity," Karen smirked, following her into the living room.
"Can I get you anything?" she asked, posing suggestively in her super tight jeans.
"No, sit down. I have news that concerns you. It's about our lousy husbands."
Karen became instantly alert, her eyes narrowing as she sat across from the brunette.
"Tell me, do you have any idea where they go when they go out together, them and that slug Jack Rawlins?"
"To some sleazy bar?"
"No, not even close."
She then proceeded to tell the stunned blonde about the garage in the warehouse district, and about the two naked nymphets presently staying there. She told her about sneaking in and seeing them with the brunette girl and Amanda, and then, in a vague, general way, about her going in and talking, just talking with Amanda.
But Karen sensed there was more behind the veiled words.
"When you say they're completely obedient, that they're real sluts, how do you know?" she asked shrewdly.
"Well, well, the way they acted around the men, and they had marks, bruises on them from where they were whipped and abused. They liked it, I tell you.
"So they have sex with the men?"
"Yes."
"Any kind of sex?"
"Yes, anything, without a word of protest, no matter how disgusting. They even put on lesbian shows for them."
"Did you see one of these shows?"
"Yes."
"You didn't say you did."
"I just told you now didn't I?" Helen said, annoyed.
"But you told me already how you spied on them and what they were doing. Why didn't you mention the lesbian show then?"
"I didn't think of it."
"Tell me, will these girls obey anyone?"
"Uhm, yes."
"How do you know?"
"Well, well ... because I was mad, okay. I mean, I'd seen the blonde whore fucking my husband."
"So?"
"So ... so maybe I hit her a little."
"Hit her? With what?"
"What difference does it make?"
"And she let you?"
"Yes, she loved it."
Of course Karen had to see for herself, even though it was too late in the day for it, even though the guys might be there right at that moment. Helen cursed and argued but finally gave in and they went to the garage.
Which was where the men found them an hour later, both getting sucked off by the two well whipped blondes.
Naturally there was a huge argument, because the guys liked having totally obedient sluts to themselves and didn't want their wives interfering. Frank didn't want anyone to touch Ashley but him, and Bill didn't want them screwing around with Amanda.
Jack just tried to keep a low profile and hoped no one would call his born again christian wife.
"Finally they settled on a deal. Bill and Frank would keep the whores they had, but would get another for the girls to enjoy, provided they were allowed to watch occasionally, and have a little taste.
So they went cruising, all except Jack. It took hours. The girls were not easily satisfied. Then, they finally agreed on a choice. A stunning redheaded girl who was walking down the street with her boyfriend.
"She's with someone," Bill growled. Helen and Karen grinned at each other, then turned back to him.
"We want them both," Karen said.
"What? You want a guy? Are you insane?"
They had a screaming match, which the guys lost, and then wound up taking both the boy and the girl. They brought them back to the garage and while Helen took the redhead into one room, Karen had the men take the boy into another.
He was a handsome guy, well muscled without being really strong. He was totally confused at what was happening and didn't put up much of a fight as Bill and Frank pushed him against the wall and chained his wrists above his head. They left then, with considerable relief.
"Hello, sweetie. What's your name?" Karen smiled at the boy.
"Joey," he gulped, blinking his eyes.
"Joey, you and I are going to have a lot of fun."
She picked up a pair of long, sharp scissors, and proceeded to slowly cut his clothing off piece by piece until he was entirely naked.
"My, you have a lovey physique," she smiled at the red faced young man. She ran her hands over his thick chest, then down between his legs, squeezing his cock. He squirmed in embarrassment and she laughed. She moved away briefly, then returned with a small, thick ring which she carefully fastened around the base of his cock. He stared at it in astonishment and worry, wondering what it was for.
She stepped back then and stripped, and his embarrassment seemed to diminish. His cock began to throb and then grow stiff and hard, pointing up at her.
"My, my, look at this," she purred, rubbing her naked body against him as she reached up and pulled his head down. She kissed him, and with only a little hesitation, he kissed back.
"Bet you'd love to get your hands on these, wouldn't you, Joey," she purred, cupping her breasts and rubbing them against him.
"Yeah," he growled.
"You will, eventually.
"Whe ... where's Tammy?"
"Tammy? Is that your little girlfriend?"
He nodded.
"She's with Helen, remember the big brunette with the big chest?" He nodded again.
"Well, I would guess little Tammy is as naked as you are right now, and is busy learning how to suck Helen's pussy."
His jaw dropped in shock, and his cock gave a definate lurch and bounce. Karen chuckled with amusement.
"You don't seem to be too angry at that."
"I ... I am," he gulped.
"And I bet you'd love to watch, dirty little boy."
She pressed herself against him again, then took his hard cock and rubbed the head up and down against her pussy. She raised her right leg and pressed the cock up against her pussy, then slowly sank onto it, grinding her pussy against him as he gasped in pleasure.
It was awkward, but Karen was an athletic woman and tremendously excited. She slid her arms up around his neck and raised herself against him, encircling him with her legs as she humped against his thick, rock hard prick.
When she had cum she pulled the chains free from his wrist restraints, but quickly bound his wrists together behind his back. He didn't put up a struggle, being too stunned. She then made him kneel before her and instructed him in the finger aspects of pussy eating, a talent, she assured him, that his girlfriend was even now learning herself.
That excited him to no end, and he was soon enthusiastically licking at Karen's snatch as she moaned and humped up into his face. He accepted instructions well, and even after she'd had three cums was not too tired to continue.
But he was licking with a big thick cock sticking out between his legs, and Karen wanted it. She pushed him back and had him lie on his back, then squatted over his cock and slid down onto it. She took it into her easily, groaning in delight, then began to hump up and down, riding his cock to two more orgasms.
Both of them were incredibly aroused by the situation, Joey bothered less and less at being tired up as the sexy older woman fucked him, rubbed her body over him, pressed her naked breasts into his face and had him suck her nipples, and fucked him again and again.
He was in seventh heaven, and wouldn't have left if she'd ordered him to.
Amused by his enthusiasm, she took him down the hall, leading him by a leash attached to a dog collar around his neck. She opened the door just a crack and peeked inside to see what Helen was doing with the redhead.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The redhead was not nearly as cooperative as Joey. In fact, she was letdown in comparison to the two sweetly obedient blondes. Helen was of a mind to trade before she remembered the smirks of the men. They'd trained the two blonde sluts, and anything they could do she could do better.
So she set out to turn the angry, defiant redhead into a submissive obedient slut like the blondes.
The first thing she did was strap the girl to a T shaped frame. It was about four feet high. Istead of simply chaining her wrists to the top, horizontal part of the T, she pulled the girl's arms back over the top of the arms and chained them behind the frame.
That had the effect of forcing the girl's back to arch and thrusting her breasts out. Helen didn't think she could bring herself to actually whip the girls' breasts, but the thought of doing so had aroused her ever since Ashley had told her how hers had been brutalized.
On the other hand the redhead was being so rude, so vicious and angry, that she was begining to think she would be justified in whipping her breasts.
Even as she slowly cut the dress off the girl with scissors the redhead cursed her, calling her bitch and dyke and pervert and sicko and threatening all kinds of things once she could get to a phone and call the police. Even naked she continued to snarl at Helen.
Helen was frustrated and angry. She was absolutely sure the men didn't have this kind of trouble. The girls they'd grabbed had been cowering and whimpering right away, terrified their precious little pussies would get raped. Maybe that was why this little bitch wasn't afraid, she knew Helen couldn't rape her.
At least she thought she did. She'd probably never even heard of strap-on dildos.
As Helen was leaning down to get the girl's high heeled shoes off the redhead lashed out and managed to kick her hard in the chest, geting the heel of her right foot right into the soft fleshy breast and throwing Helen back on her ass with a yelp of pain.
The girl let out a laugh, a slightly worried laugh, because thought she wasn't thinking about Helen raping her she was tied up and helpless if Helen decided to get revenge.
Which, of course she did. Cursing furiously she leapt to her feet, grabbed the girl's leg, and twisted it up hard. The grirl yelled in pain, but Helen continued to twist the girl's leg around until her foot, the heel sticking straight up, was inches from the girl's red furred pussy.
The girl moaned in pain and gasped in fear as Helen shoved the foot higher. She held it up easily, then pried the girl's tight pussy lips open and jammed the heel of the shoe right up into the girl's cunt. She rammed it deep.
The girl screamed in pain, the heel stuck up inside her. Helen held the girl's leg tightly together then wrapped a leather strap around it, buckling it tightly. Now she couldn't lower her leg at all, and only by twisting her ankle painfully hard would she be able to free the heel of her shoe from her pussy tunnel. Her ankle was in such an awkward position that any movement brought agony.
"Take it out! Take it ooouuut!" she cried, her face twisting up in pain.
"Perhaps if you would be a little more polite, dear," Helen smiled. She pushed the girl's otehr leg against the side of the T shaped frame and strapped it in place before the redhead got any other ideas.
"I will! I will!"
"Now then, your name if you please."
"Tammy! My name is Tammy! Pleeease! Ooooh-hhhh!"
"Well, Tammy, what was that you called me earlier, a dirty stinking dyke whore, wasn't it?"
"I'm sorry," the girl panted. "I'm sorry."
"You'll be much sorrier before I'm done. I'm going to teach you a lesson about pain. You had better learn it and become a lot more obedient and polite, otherwise you'll get an awful lot more."
She fastened a leather collar around the redhead's throat, then attached two thin cords to the rings set into the sides of the collar. She let the ropes fall down between Tammy's breasts, then pulled each one sharply to the side, pulling the breasts up and out to either side. She tied the cords to the arms of the T and stood back, watching the girl as she stared down at her awkward, straining breasts.
"Please ... I don't ... I...."
She wasn't even looking at Helen. Her eyes were fixed down at her titties. The riding crop took her by complete surprise when it cut across her right breast.
She screamed in absolute shock and horror, her body jerking back violently and her foot ripping free of her cunt slit to grind and twist against the soft flesh of her pussy mound. Before she had stopped screaming Helen brought the crop down again,, this time on her left breast.
She shrieked in agony, her head thrashing wildly as she tore at the bonds holding her in place. Again Helen brought the crop down on those sweetly plump, upturned breasts. Again the girl screamed in pain.
But it was happening to Helen again. Every time she felt the crop cut into those soft, creamy round breasts she felt a jolt of power and lust and exquisite gratification. She simply had to hit them just once more, then just once more, then again, and again, and again, until the rounded orbs were criss-crossed with fiery red lines of pain.
The girl's legs shook and jiggled against the straps, giving Helen another idea. She found a couple of restraints and, as the redhead sobbed and moaned in agony, managed to get them around her ankles. Then, she unstrapped them one by one and pulled the girl's feet upwards, first the left, then the right. She chained the girl's ankles to the arms of the T. They were thus pulled wide apart, and her ass and cunt were terribly, terribly vulnerable.
Helen almost trembled at the thought of whipping her there. Even the men hadn't thought of that. But no, she had to remember the real purpose here, which was to train this bitch into a meek little slut. She put down the riding crop, regretfully, and went over to a table, then got a thick, strap-on dildo and pulled it up her legs.
She buckled it in tight and went back to the shivering, sobbing girl, stopping right in front of her.
"See my cock, slut?" she grinned, fisting it. The girl just continued to sob and whimper.
Helen rubbed the cock up and down Tammy's pussy cleft, then pressed it in deeper. She seized the girl's head in both hands and jerked her face down to watch as she slowly pushed it in.
"Wha ... what are you ... nooooo," Tammy wept. "Dooooooon'tlJ"
"I'm going to fuck your little pussy, Tammy," Helen leered. "And when I'm finished Frank, and Bill, and Jack are all going to fuck you in the cunt and asshole. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Oh GooHoddddd!" Tammy cried, jerking her head from side to side, fighting Helen's grip.
Helen got the bulbous head of the dildo inside her then got her head under control again.
"Listen to me, slut. I want you to beg me to fuck your pussy. Come on, beg for it. I'm Helen, beg me to fuck your cunt real good."
She slapped the girl's face. "Beg for it!" she snapped.
"P ... p ... pleeease," the girl wept.
"Beg me. You want it. You know you do! You want a good hard, long fuck! So beg for it!"
"Fu ... fuck me," Tammy gasped.
"You call that begging? Beg for it or I'll do something else, then you'll really wish I was fucking you."
"P ... please fuck me," Tammy gasped.
"Hard! Please fuck me hard!"
"P..please fuck me ha ... hard," Tammy choked.
Helen pushed the cock in deeper and the girl shuddered and twisted violently.
"You love it, slut! Tell me how much you love it!" Helen snarled.
"I ... I ... lo ... love it," Tammy wept.
She lunged forward and the girl let out a cry of pain as the dildo thrust deep into her belly.
"You love it! Don't you!" Helen slapped her face, then slapped it again. She slid her hands around the girl's tits and squeezed cruelly.
"I love it!" Tammy screamed.
"Say, do me harder!"
"D ... do me harder," Tammy moaned as the big woman ground her hips into her buttocks.
"Say, fuck me harder mistress," Helen snarled.
"Fu.. fuck me harder, mistress," Tammy groaned as the dildo began to pump.
"Keep saying it, slut, or I'll take my whip to your pussy! Tell me how you love it! Tell me how good it feels! Beg for it!"
"I love it," Tammy moaned. "Fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder, mistress! It feels so good.
Do me! Please do me! Harder!"
The door to the room opened a crack and Karen peered in, then it opened a little more so Joey could watch. His eyes grew big and round as he watched the big naked brunette thrusting the rubber cock down into his bound, helpless girlfriend's pussy.
"Fuck meee!" Tammy moaned. "Fuck meee! Hardeeeer! Do meee!"
Joey couldn't believe his ears or his eyes.
Karen led him into the room by the leash and over to where Helen was fucking the big rubber prick into the girl hard enough to make the T shake and rattle.
Joey's cock was bulging and red, something neither of the older women failed to notice, even though Tammy was too locked in pain and misery to even notice her boyfriend was in the room with her.
"Let him have a fuck, Helen," Karen leered.
Helen pulled the rubber cock out and stood back. Karen shoved Joey in place. He stared down at her in stunned amazement, but made no effort to fit his cock against her. His hands were bound behind him but it was something else.
"Uhmm, we haven't ... I mean ... we aren't ... we've only been on a few dates," he confessed, red faced. We haven't...."
"You haven't fucked the little slut yet," Karen asked. "Well, now's your chance.
She took his stiff erection and pressed it against the girl's slit, then shoved his ass forward. He groaned in delight as his cock slid into the girl, and immediately began to hump into her.
"Wha ... wha ... Joey!" Tammy gasped, her teary eyes widening as she realized who was now fucking her.
"Keep fucking, boy!" Helen snapped.
He did, humping back and forth as the two women fondled his naked ass and Tammy stared up at him in shock and shame and bewilderment.
"Stop!" she cried. "Stop it! Get off me! Bastard!"
Joey slowed in confusion, then backed away, his cock coming free.
"I told you to keep fucking," Helen yelled.
"But ... but she doesn't want...."
"I don't give a shit what this whore wants!"
"Who told you to give my slave orders?" Karen demanded, picking up the riding crop. "Nobody tells him what to do except me.
She raised the crop and slashed it down onto the girl's cunt pad, drwaing a shriek of absolute agony from the thrashing redhead. Helen watched in fascination, wishing she had done it first.
Again the crop slashed into Tammy's cunt mound, then again, and again and again.
"Let me," Helen said in a husky voice. She took the crop and then she too began to whip down against the girl's pussy mound and inner thighs, the shrieks and howls music to her ears.
"Now fuck the little slut," she said to Joey.
He stared at his weeping, shaking girlfriend in horror, but his hard-on was still stiff and throbbing. The beating had shocked but also excited him. He let Karen push him forward, take his cock, and push it into his girlfriend's soft, red, wounded pussy, then groaned and thrust deep.
He fucked long and hard, his cock pounding into the moaning girl's fuck tunnel until he sprayed a thick mass of sperm down into her. Behind him, Karen and Helen looked at each other and smiled.
* * * * *
The men continued to rotate through various girls, taking each for a few weeks, then letting her go once she'd been trained, but Karen and Helen kept their little playthings. Joey took very little training, as it turned out. The chance to regularly suck and fuck Karen, as well as Helen and Tammy were more than enough to keep him in control.
As for Tammy, she became as meek and obedient, as eager to please as a puppy, and would give Helen long hours of massages and tongue bathes and pussy licking and nipple sucking, and would joyfuly knee! before her, Karen, Joey, or anyone else to be fucked or sodomized.
Now and then the men played with her, and in response Karen and Helen got to play with the men's new toys as they rotated through the "lodge". It was a joyful life for all of them, and none ever had cause to regret their defiance of laws and rules. They knew, after all, what sluts were made for.
