Laura pulled hard, but it was no use. The thick brown cord that he'd used to tie her was keeping her wrists bound, and it was so tight that she could feel the way it was cutting into her skin.
She wanted to scream, but Charlie had gagged her. He stood in front of her, smiling, and she wondered why he'd brought her to this club. And why had he tied her up with so many people around.
He started to slide his hand down her belly, and soon, he was on his knees in front of her, licking her pussy. As she started to get wet, she moaned, and thrust herself back and forth against his face. She tried to forget where she was, even going so far as to close her eyes.
But when she heard moaning around her, she had to open them.
Standing near her were all these strange men. One held a cigarette lighter in his hand. The other had a deadly looking spiked dildo. One cracked a whip near her.
Charlie smiled as he stepped away-and she knew he had prepared her for them.
CHAPTER ONE
The man holding the leather whip cracked it out at her, and she thought she felt it cutting right into her back flesh. She turned her head quickly, and saw that there was the slightest bit of blood dripping down her back.
As her head was turned, she felt something on her nipple.
Someone had taken a pin and stuck it right into her left tit. Laura could see the silver head of the pin pushed right up against her brown nipple, and there was the slightest bit of blood dripping from there.
She looked over at Charlie. She knew that her eyes were saying what was on her mind. She couldn't talk because of the tight gag he'd put on her mouth, but he knew her well enough to be able to read what her eyes were saying.
They were begging him to come and save her. She tried to pull harder to get her hands free, and that was the most burning, cutting pain.
For the moment-at least. Suddenly, she felt something burning and as she whirled her head around to look at her ass, she could see the man with the lighter.
He was holding the flame right up against her buttock. She pulled herself forward a little bit, and heard someone laugh.
Laura looked near the bar. Charlie, her black-haired boyfriend, was standing there having a drink. Only he wasn't the one who laughed.
A woman, with red hair and large breasts, wearing what seemed to be a leather looking leotard, was rubbing Charlie's crotch. She hadn't taken his cock out of his pants yet, but Laura knew that was to follow, any second now.
The men around her were dressed in all different types of garb, some in full leather and others, in absolutely nothing at all.
The man with the cigarette lighter had straight black hair, just like Charlie's, but his chest was hairier. He was one of the few men walking around without a stitch of clothing on, and his cock was absolutely one hundred per cent, rock hard.
Every so often, he would slide his hand up and down his shaft, and Laura could see the way there were drops of come at the slit-each time he did it.
Once, he rubbed his dripping cock slit against her thigh, smearing that cream, and she could feel it drying. It felt so sticky.
She closed her eyes, and tried to tell herself it was a dream. She tried to tell herself that Charlie might have slipped her something. It had to all be a fantasy. A place like this just couldn't possibly exist.
A place like Hellfire. It just had to be all fantasy.
Even with her eyes closed, she could feel things happening. She could feel something dick-like and fleshy rubbing against her cunt lips, and as it tried to push its way into her cunt, she backed up a little bit.
She felt something pressing against her ass then. It seemed like another cock, though she couldn't be sure, and was much too scared to open her eyes to look.
That cock-like thing was pressing between her ass cheeks, and moving down near her asshole. It seemed to be thicker than the one in front, and because she didn't want to feel her ass being fucked-especially by something so big-she took a step forward, and felt the other one moving into her cunt.
As it did, there was a kind of ripping pain inside of her.
She didn't know what it was though at first, she told herself it was a spiked dildo. When she heard the laughing a few seconds later, coming from where Charlie had been standing before, she had to open her eyes.
First, she looked down, and saw that the man with the leather whip had pulled out a rubber dildo. It wasn't covered with spikes but it did have these large rubber bumps on it. They almost looked like small nipples.
That man was ramming that rubber cock in and out of her, and as he did, he also twisted it around. Those nipple-like rubber bumps on the dildo were hurting her. They seemed to be pulling at her cunt walls as he turned it around.
Now that she knew what it was, she looked over at Charlie.
He had the redhead down on her knees, and pulled her head back for a second. He did so, grabbing her by the hair, as hard as he possibly could.
Laura knew that he was doing it for her, and not for the redhead. It was as if he wanted her to see his big fat cock, and to know that the leather-bound redheaded lady was sucking him.
Laura could see the way Charlie's big dick glistened, eyeing the dim light of the club. And there was her wet dripping saliva coating his cock-making it glisten. There was so much of it though, that some was dripping off the underside of the shaft.
He grabbed the leather lady's head again, and rammed his cock right back into her mouth. He didn't even have to thrust. Holding her head made it easy for him to force her head up and down his cock shaft. Sometimes, he'd pull her all the way down so that his entire cock was in her mouth-the head well into her throat.
She seemed to laugh around his cock then and the laughter was stifled by gagging.
Laura closed her eyes again, and suddenly, his words were flooding through her ears. They seemed to echo, and though she thought he might be yelling across to her, she still kept her eyes closed. It seemed to be the safest thing to do.
The rubber bumpy dildo was still being moved in her. The cock-like thing from behind was no longer there. But someone did press his finger against the head of the pin that was in her nipple, momentarily reminding her that it was there.
She even let out a bit of a groan, as she heard the echoing voice.
She knew then that it was all in her mind. He wouldn't have been yelling out to her. He wouldn't have been saying it now, at this moment. But he had said it to her only a few nights earlier, and she was sorry she hadn't agreed.
"Just try the leather. Put it on and see how it makes you feel. Come on, baby, you know that we need something different."
And he'd been holding up a leather looking leotard, that was not just leather looking, but made of actual leather.
There were two tiny holes cut away in the front, and he told her those would be for her nipples-so they could stick right through. There was also a slit in the front.
That was for between her legs-for her pussy, so he could get to her cunt lips.
But Laura had started to shake her head no. He even looked like he might strike her, a look she'd seen on his face so many times before.
And no matter how many times she might have thought he'd hit her-they'd been together for over three years, and he had yet to lay a hand on her to do her physical harm.
Of course, there were a few slaps to her butt when they were fucking, but that was only to add to the pleasure of her tingling ass cheeks.
And just a few nights earlier, he'd tried to get her to put on the leather. They had just finished dinner, and he was already snorting some of those drugs he liked to do. They both smoked a joint, and he started to kiss her.
Laura felt the heat coming over her body, the same way she had from day one with him. His fingers had moved down between her legs, pushing her skirt up so he could feel her pantyless crotch, feel her cunt lips.
He massaged his way into her pussy, rubbing her clit back and forth, and as she spasmed gently, and had a rather mild, but pleasing orgasm, he pulled his fingers away and then stood up. He finally let her see what he had in the package he'd brought home from work and it was the leather leotard.
But Laura had refused. She just started to shake her head no.
"Charlie, you act like I don't please you anymore," she said to him. "I mean, recently you've been trying to bring all these toys into our play."
"They only add to it," he said. "A dildo can be a lot of fun."
"Not as much fun as a real cock," she'd told him, as she sat up and slid her hand toward his crotch, to play with his more than real cock.
"But sometimes it pleased me to think about something like that moving in and out of you. Some other dick-other than my own."
"Are you suggesting a threesome?" she asked him then.
At first, from the look on his face, she'd thought that maybe he was. But he started to shake his head no, and started to tell her he just wanted variation.
Within seconds, Laura had been on her knees in front of him. She'd ripped into his pants, being ten times as aggressive as she'd ever been before.
She pulled his pants down fast and hard, and as his cock bobbed right up, she opened her mouth and sucked the head right between her lips.
Laura would never forget how much passion she'd put into that sucking, sliding her eager lips up and down his shaft as fast as she possibly could.
She even choked around that big fat cock head of his, inhaling and exhaling deeply just to get in enough air and keep from gagging. She knew that he loved what she was doing, and as she smelled the stronger musk from his cock hairs and his balls, his cock began to throb hard in her mouth.
When he came inside of her throat, she knew he loved it.
Laura hadn't let him come in her throat too often, because if there was one thing she didn't like, it was gagging on come.
But that time, she let him, because he wanted variation.
She even held his cock in her mouth for as long as she could, because that would keep him semi-hard. Then, as she did pull her mouth away and stepped back toward the couch, she unzipped her skirt and stripped herself from the waist down.
Sitting in the lotus position on the couch, her cunt lips were as spread wide as her legs, and she knew he could see the way her slit was dripping.
She started to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt. She spread her cunt lips wider with the fingers from one hand so he could see the way she wiggled her clit back and forth, and he seemed to like it.
He started to rip at his shirt, pulling it off as fast as possible, exposing a strong chest whose hair was more abundant right between the nipples. He stepped out of his pants, and just stood there looking at her.
He put his hands on his hips, and what he saw had to turn him on.
Laura knew that because she could see the way his semi-hard cock started to get stiff again, and soon it was bobbing up and down.
Often was the time he'd told her that he wanted to see her masturbate. Once or twice during their years together, he had done so for her, but she'd always been too inhibited to just sit there and do it for him.
But she did that night-because he wanted variation.
Seeing the way his naked shaft reacted to her fingers in her cunt turned her on, too. She kept sliding her clit back and forth. At one point, when she was reaching a frenzy, she started to thrust herself up and down against her fingers.
She held her fingers steady-and screamed out that she was fucking them.
Drop after drop of come was leaking from the slit of his cock then, and she had the feeling that his cock was crying for joy-being so pleased at the way she was coming.
When she came out of that orgasmic frenzy, she pulled her legs apart, and sat there waiting for him to come to her.
He got down on his knees, and she slid her pussy off the couch, right down onto his cock.
He held her ass and began to guide her up and down his shaft, and she could feel the pleasure that just surged through her. His kneeling and fucking her-while she backed up and supported herself against the couch, was a new kind of position for them. Each time he thrust upward and his crotch smashed against her cunt, she loved it.
The heat seemed to burn through both of them, and seconds later, Laura could feel the way her cunt started to spasm. It spasmed harder than it had while she played with herself, and she knew that Charlie could really feel it.
He slowed down until she stopped coming so hard, and when the spasms subsided, the two of them started to move together again.
Laura had no idea of how many times she had come, but she was coming when his big dick began to throb inside of her. Then, she felt his cream shooting into her, adding to the burning heat of her pussy.
Her flesh was dripping with sweat, and her blouse, which she had kept on, was soaked and flat against her skin.
Charlie seemed to have been content. At least she thought he was. They went to bed that night without her having to put on the leather.
He snuggled up against her; and the next morning, she woke up with his cock in her pussy from behind. He started to move slowly, and that morning fuck was somewhat triumphant, with both of them sweaty and pleased by the time they both came.
It wasn't until this evening that she sensed it all over again.
It was Friday night, and like almost every Friday night, they decided that they were going to stay in, get high, and fuck around. As they started to snort some coke that night, something she only did on weekends, Charlie brought up the leather again.
"Charlie, there's just something about it I don't like. I don't even know what it is. I just like feeling your flesh against mine. I don't want to have any leather between us. I'd feel too funny that way. It wouldn't work."
"How do you know it wouldn't work? You're not willing to try it."
"I know. So don't keep bringing it up. All right?"
As they started to get higher, with wine added to the coke, they began to strip. He took some of the white powder and rubbed it on her nipples.
She felt the way her large brown nipples stiffened, then seemed to go numb. As Charlie leaned over and began to suck on one, she knew that he was biting into her a little bit. She didn't feel it that badly, however, because it was numb.
When he pulled his mouth away, however, she could see the way he had really started to bite her-with teeth marks that lingered.
Soon, they were both naked. She saw the way his cock stood up as he sat, and decided to turn her back to him and sit right down on him. As she did, she began to slide herself up and down his shaft, and she felt him shifting his body around.
Within seconds, he was lying flat on his back, and she continued to ride up and down his shaft. Deep down, she'd been hoping that he'd reach for her tits and begin to massage her nipples. He did slide one hand around and he wiggled her clit a little bit, but he seemed to be concentrating on his cock even more.
She noticed the way he rubbed his dick at the base.
She also saw the way he started to massage his own balls. As she slid her hand to his nuts, and tried to push his away, he wouldn't let up on them.
So, still sitting on his dick, she turned her body around, so she could face him. She leaned forward so her large tits made rubbing contact with his chest, and she could hear him moaning just a little bit.
His eyes were closed, and though he licked his lips, he looked strange.
"Charlie, what's the matter?" she asked him, and she even stopped sliding herself up and down his shaft, because something was terribly wrong.
At first, he didn't seem to want to say anything. He just pressed his lips closed and turned his head-a game he played to let her know she'd get nothing from him. But after some coaxing, she got him to say what was on his mind.
It hurt like hell to hear him say it to her so bluntly.
"I'm bored. That's all there is to it. I mean, we can try variations of positions and shit like that, but it's boring me. I get a little bit rough with you sometimes when we fuck, and you like that. But you only let me go so far. It's boring. I'm just not as turned on as I used to be. Hey, don't do that. Don't cry. You wanted to know."
And it was true. She had wanted to know, but she could feel the way the tears were welling up in her eyes. She wanted to know but she didn't want to hear that.
"Well, what do you suggest?" she asked him. "Huh? What?"
"Let's just do something different on a Friday night. Let's go out. Something."
"All right," she said. "Where do you want to go?"
"I don't care. Hey, just put on what you had on before. It makes no difference."
She had never seen him so eager before, and she had no idea of where he wanted to go. She wondered why he didn't seem to mind the fact that she was wearing the same things she had worn to work that day.
Of course, she knew now-now that she had no clothes on.
At first, they'd gone out for a drink at a local bar, and after that, she could feel the way her head was spinning like crazy. She had no idea why, and was a little bit scared about the way she felt. Still, she didn't want to say anything to him.
Then, they took a cab to another bar. It was in such an out-of-the-way neighborhood. As the cab approached, she was a little bit scared. She wondered where he was taking her. They got out in front of a small building, and she read the sign.
HELLFIRE. Even the name was strange sort of devilish.
She could remember walking down some stairs, and thinking that she was going down to the pits of hell. Good name for a club.
There was a bar, and that was really all she got a look at. She started to have another drink with him, and then she blacked out.
When she woke up, she was gagged. She also felt the way cool breezes were blowing over her flesh, and she looked down and saw that she was stark naked. Her arms were over her head, because of the thick cord that was keeping her wrists bound.
He was standing right in front of her and he looked at her. Then he kissed her on the cheeks, and started to kiss his way down her body. As she felt him sucking her nipples, she liked the way they stiffened.
For a while, she forgot that they were not home. She felt him licking her cunt, and that was incredible. Her cunt was spasming more than it had in a long time, and he was sucking the cream out of her.
So she closed her eyes, and soon the men were around her. She heard them, and even sensed their presence before opening her eyes.
Now, as she tried to black them out again closing her eyes and hoping that it was all a dream-she felt it from behind.
There was a cock-like thing pressing against her buttocks. Her ass cheeks were being spread so wide apart, and the head of the cock was moving toward her asshole. She opened her eyes and turned to look.
There was a handsome blond man standing behind her. He was wearing a leather vest, and leather boots. His cock was as hard as it could possibly be, and it was huge and covered with some kind of glistening lubrication.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your ass, bitch," he said.
She felt her cunt spasming around the rubber bumpy dildo inside of her.
No man had ever fucked her ass. before. Charlie wanted to, but she'd always told him that it would hurt her too much.
Now, this blond man wanted to fuck her, and his cock was even thicker than Charlie's cock was. It scared her when she felt the way the thickness spread her buttocks.
But there was something so hot about the way he looked, and something so alluring about that golden shaft of his.
He slid one hand around and held it near her cunt patch, hard. She could feel him pulling on her black cunt hairs.
And she knew he held her that way so she couldn't pull away.
Seconds later, he rammed his cock into her asshole. She screamed as loud as she could against the gag in her mouth, and knew that everyone had heard. Because it sounded so loud to her-like a ringing in her ears-and she started to look around the large room that they were in.
And she could see that all heads were looking in her direction.
Her eyes, of course, moved to Charlie and the redhead in leather. She saw the way he was looking right back at her. He was licking his lips so seductively with that long pointed tongue of his, and he was still forcing the redhead's mouth up and down his shaft.
She felt the blond starting to slide his cock in and out of her asshole. As he did, her knees buckled a little bit, but he managed to support her.
The rubber dildo was pulling out of her pussy seconds later, and the blond ass fucker slid his fingers around and began to massage her clit. He pinched it-sometimes much too hard-but Laura loved how it felt anyway.
She started to gasp for breath a few times, when her cunt spasmed and her asshole did the same around his cock. Then, she could hear him whispering in her ear.
"Should fuck you into a bloody frenzy, you bitch. Should fuck you until your ass is just dripping with your fucking hot red blood. I should, shouldn't I?"
He seemed to be waiting for an answer, only she didn't know it. She felt him breathing in her ear, and the heat of his exhaled breath was making her pussy throb more and more making her asshole throb around his cock.
When she didn't answer right away, she felt him opening his mouth wider, and then he bit into her earlobe as hard as he could.
"I asked you a question, bitch. Should I fuck you into a bloody frenzy?"
She started to nod her head up and down. She didn't even know why. Maybe it was what he would have wanted to hear, and she was just saying it because she liked how he felt inside of her, and she wanted to please him.
Or maybe she just wanted it-maybe she just wanted to bleed.
When Laura thought about it, she started to cry a little bit. She didn't really understand what was happening to herself. She had never thought that way in her life.
True, she liked her butt slapped when Charlie fucked her cunt.
But she'd never thought of wanting to be fucked until she bled.
The blond was thrusting in and out of her hard, and she could feel the way his groin slapped against her ass each time he moved into her. She could feel the stinging on her buttocks-and thought that it was almost like Charlie slapping her.
His cock began to throb hard inside of her asshole, and she was so sure that he was going to be coming within a few more seconds.
But he slowed down, then slid one hand up to her nipple. He pushed the head of the pin, so that some pain surged through her.
She could hear Charlie moaning even louder then.
"Yeah, take it all, you bitch," he said, and he pulled her head back and began to jerk his cock shaft at the base.
The redhead just held her lips under his shooting cock shaft, as if she was drinking from a flowing fountain. Laura couldn't believe how much cream she saw shooting from his cock. She had been with him for three years now, and had felt him coming so many times. She'd also seen it on occasion.
Every so often, he liked to shoot onto her belly, as opposed to in her mouth or in her cunt, and she liked rubbing his come over her skin.
But she'd never seen a load like that one. His cock just kept shooting more and more of the cream-and it almost looked like it was bubbling out of the slit.
Laura could feel the way her cunt spasmed even more as her blond ass fucker slid his hand back down to her pussy.
He started to finger her all over again, and then she felt his cock throbbing harder inside of her asshole. He rammed himself in and out of her at top speed then. She could feel the way she was gasping for breath.
He started to moan loud near her ear, and his heated breath was rushing right through her body, all over again, heating her like crazy.
"Yeah, get ready for your first load of come. Get ready for the first load of come to fill your hot fucking ass. Get ready for it, you fucking bitch. You're gonna feel the come just burning into your fucking asshole. Burning. Burning."
And just as he said it, he started to shoot his load right into her.
She could feel the way her asshole spasmed even more around his shooting cock, and he kept thrusting as he was coming inside of her, smearing his own cream all over her ass walls. She did love the way that felt.
He ground himself all the way into her after he came, and the brute strength of his body seemed to lift her right off the ground. She looked down, and noticed the way her toes weren't even touching the floor.
"Yeah, feel those last few spasms, you fucking hot assed bitch. Feel it. Feel those fucking dick spasms of mine, and keep that ass nice and loose. Keep it nice and loose because there are other dicks for you."
She felt him starting to let her touch ground again, and then he pulled back slowly. She saw him moving in front of her, and he rubbed the come and lube' from his cock, all over her tangled wet cunt patch.
"Now you're gonna feel another dick in your ass, and then another. We're gonna work this virgin ass of yours over, until you'll always want a dick up you. We might even send you home with a butt plug to keep you nice and spread."
Laura could feel the way the fear rushed through her body then.
She remembered how he'd moaned as he was about to come-how he'd moaned about her taking her first load of come in her ass.
How could he have known that? How could he possibly have known?
She heard Charlie laughing then, and saw him leaning over and moving his mouth toward the leather lady's breath. She could tell that he was clamping his teeth down rather hard biting right into the redhead's nipple.
But the redhead was opening her mouth and screaming out with pleasure-and Laura felt a cracking of a leather whip against her face and some pain.
CHAPTER TWO
Suzie heard the cracking leather sound, and looked over at the black-haired girl who was bound near the center of the club.
Though the girl was gagged, blonde-haired Suzie couldn't really tell if she was enjoying herself or not. She saw tears dripping from the black-haired girl's eyes, every so often. But then again, she also got a look at the blond hunk who'd just fucked the black-haired girl's asshole, and she thought the girl had to have loved it.
Suzie knew Tom, the blond man in the leather vest, and she could remember the first time she had ever come to Hellfire.
She'd seen Tom walking around in his leather gear, and had thought that he was something of an asshole. Of course, back then, she hadn't really understood the whole idea of the club. She hadn't understood the fantasy.
Or the games that people could carry out.
All she'd seen was a man in leather boots and a leather vest, with a somewhat spectacularly muscled, proportioned body. His cock had been rock hard (she couldn't really remember a time when it wasn't-even now, after fucking the black-haired girl), and Suzie would never forget the attitude he walked around with.
He seemed to know that he had a sensational looking cock, and walked around as if he wanted each woman in the club to get down on her knees and worship it.
Jack had brought her there the first time, and she and her lover were sitting at a table having a drink when Tom walked over. He just leaned against the extra chair, his dick bobbing a few inches from Suzie's face. And as he just kept moving, and his dick bobbed up and down more, she turned to him and held up her glass to make a toast.
"Here's to the blond man with the big dick," she said, sarcastically.
"Why don't you suck it instead of talking about it?" he asked.
"Why don't you fuck off, instead of wasting my time here?"
When she had said that, Tom suddenly seemed to go crazy. He had grabbed her by her hair, and even though she was wearing an expensive pair of designer jeans, he'd shoved her down onto her knees, right in front of him.
As he'd pulled harder on her blonde hair, he'd rammed himself into her mouth.
So hard and so deep, she could feel the head of his cock entering her throat. He kept holding her hair so that she couldn't pull her head back, and as she choked around his dick even more, she hoped Jack would do something. She even tried to turn her head a little bit, to look to Jack for help.
Tom (whose name she hadn't known at the time) just laughed.
"He's not going to help you, you blonde snappy little bitch. He knows the rules of the club. He knows that he can't help you. Now just get into my dick. Get into the taste of it, and the smell of it. Come on, you cocksucking bitch. Love it."
As he spoke, she did inhale, and she could smell the most arousing, alluring sexual musk scent. He let her pull her head back and when she had time to take in some air, she slid her lips right back down his cock.
He was right. His cock did taste great, and the musk scent started to get stronger and stronger each time she slid her nose down near his pubic patch. Soon, Suzie recalled, she'd had her eyes open, and was even looking at his shaft.
She knew it probably looked funny, because she had to cross her eyes in order to look down at his cock shaft, but she didn't care.
Without his having to remind her, she just knew there was something incredible about this cock. She could understand why he walked around with the attitude about his cock-why he thought it was a superior organ.
It was just superb looking, tasting, and soon, smelling.
When she felt him starting to throb hard in her mouth, she knew that he was going to come, and was glad that he didn't shoot into her throat. Instead, he pulled back and jerked his cock shaft with his hand, while his come was pouring out onto her lips.
Suzie would never forget the way she slid her tongue to her lips so she could taste his cream, which, as it turned out, was probably the best cream she had ever tasted. She sucked him back into her mouth then.
But he had pulled out after he finished coming, and he walked away.
After she sat back down with Jack, they continued to talk, as if nothing had happened. It was not until a few minutes later that she brought it up.
"Jack, weren't you upset when that man came over here?"
"At first, Suzie," he told her. "But the question is, were you upset?"
"At first. But then I got into it. But if you were, why didn't you stop it?"
"Because there was no reason to. Besides, I liked it after a while. Besides, there are the rules. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted."
She hadn't asked him about the rules then, even though she was dying to know. Since that first visit, she had learned them however. Some women might not have liked them-but Suzie was not like those women.
She thought that the rules were terrific, and liked the way the club worked.
As she watched the fire man walking near the bound black-haired woman, she saw him clicking his lighter, then holding it near her nipple.
"Oooh," she whispered to Jack, who was sitting inches away from her. "I like the way that looks. He's starting to heat up the pin that's in her nipple. That way, the heat'll stay there for a long time."
Suzie wasn't wearing a blouse. She had taken it off and checked it, along with her slacks. She had on a pair of leather panties, which would come off eventually. She knew that she'd slide them up her arm and wear them as a leather arm band, once she got turned on enough to have her pussy used.
"You like that?" Jack whispered, and she could feel him leaning closer.
He was still dressed, but as he slid his lips to her ear, he began to lick her a little bit. Then, she could feel it near her right nipple.
She looked down, and saw that Jack was holding a sewing needle. He started to rub the pointed tip against her nipple.
She could feel the way he was scratching her a little bit, and did like the way that it felt. Then, he slid it right near the tip of her nipple and pressed it in. As he kept pushing it into her flesh, she could feel her cunt spasming against the leather panties that she was wearing.
After he pushed the needle in so that just the eye was sticking out, he reached for his own lighter and held it near the needle. He flicked it on and she could feel the way the heat was starting to move closer to her red dot.
It was incredible. It was heating the needle so much.
Within a few seconds, she could feel the way the heat just seemed to be surging right into her body-inside of her skin, where the needle was.
Then, she heard a voice talking, and she looked up.
"Take off those panties, you bitch. Take them off and let's see how your cunt is getting turned on as he abuses you."
"You sure do learn the rules fast, don't you?" she asked.
She was looking at the black-haired man who had brought the new woman into the club. She had never seen either one there before, but she had been watching him as he'd stripped his woman and tied her up.
She had been watching him as he'd been fucking the redhead's face, and she could see the way his cock was hanging out of his pants still.
He was not fully hard, and she wondered what he was going to want from her. She decided that she wasn't going to ask. She'd liked the way his cock looked, and decided to let him do what he wanted with it.
Slowly, she lifted her ass up, as Jack moved the burning lighter, and she started to slide her panties off. As she did, she rubbed her light-haired cunt patch, and licked her lips and kept smiling.
"This your bitch?" the black-haired man asked Jack.
"Yeah. She's my fucking bitch. But you can have her for a while."
"I just feel like getting a taste of her," Charlie said.
Even as he got down on his knees in front of her, Suzie could feel the way her cunt was beginning to throb. She always liked to feel a new mouth eating her, and as his fingers spread her cunt lips apart really wide, he moved his mouth there.
The heat of his breath and the softness of his tongue turned her on right away, and she could feel him sucking her clit between his lips. At first, he just kept using his tongue on her, but then, she felt his teeth grinding.
She turned to look at Jack, who was smiling proudly.
He pulled the lighter away from her nipple, then stood up right in front of her. As quickly as he could he pulled his belt off. He yanked her arms behind her back and began to bind her wrists, binding her to the chair at the same time.
Then he moved right in front of her so his stiff dicked crotch was a few inches away from her mouth. He pressed his cock bulge there, and she started to bite right into his zipper, knowing what he wanted.
Suzie pulled his zipper down with her teeth. Each time she fumbled, even a little bit, he'd pull his hand back and slap her across the face. She could feel the way the pain surged through her, so she tried to do it more carefully.
As soon as she had his zipper down, Jack took a step back and reached into his pants. He pulled out his cock and balls, and she saw the way his dick head was dripping with come. He rammed it into her mouth.
Suzie couldn't believe how much she was getting turned on. She could feel the way Jack's cock was ripping into her throat each time he thrust all the way into her, causing her to gag and tear at the eyes.
Still, she kept opening and closing her lips around his shaft, because she knew that he liked the way it felt. And she loved the velvety feeling his cock shaft left lingering on her lips, after a few minutes.
Meanwhile, the black-haired man between her legs seemed to be getting more brutal.
Every so often, she'd feel his lips closing hard around her clit, and she would feel the pain just surging through her body.
Then, he started to slide his hand under her buttocks. She lifted her ass up off the seat of the chair to let him.
He got some of her cunt juices on his fingers and began to move them toward her asshole. She closed her eyes as she felt him ramming the first finger into her, and thought about her asshole, and the first time she'd gotten fucked there.
It had never happened, until Hellfire.
It didn't even happen the first time she was there, nor the second. But the third time she and Jack came to the club, she let herself be tied in public-that is, right in the middle of the club stage.
There was a black leather sling in the middle of the stage, and usually, the women were tied there on their backs.
Then, their legs could be pushed up in the air and spread, and any dick that wanted to could come and enter.
She was so high that night when she told Jack that she wanted to be tied to the leather sling. He'd turned her on to the feeling of leather, and so, he led her toward the sling. As she lay back, she liked the way it felt against her ass.
But then, he slapped her ass, and told her she was going to be tied differently.
He wanted her to lie face down on it, so that the leather would rub against her red nipples. Besides, he reminded her as he slapped her ass, her tits were smaller than the tits on most of the women in the club, and since men liked bigger tits, hers were not the most attractive sight.
"Face down," he'd said, smashing his hand against her ass, "no one will be able to get a look at your tits. It'll be much better."
As he started to bind her wrists to the chains that held up the sling, using thin but strong leather straps, she had felt the way her cunt pressed against the leather seat of the sling. Her cunt lips were so wet that they were spread, and as they were rubbing against the leather, her clit was tingling.
After he had her arms secured, he looked out at the people at the club.
"She's up for grabs," he said, and she could see some of them approaching.
One man began to move his cock toward her mouth. He was an older gentleman, perhaps older than anyone she normally would have sucked between her lips, but the rules of the club required her to suck him.
Actually, she didn't even have to suck him. He was ramming his cock in and out of her mouth, and she just closed her eyes. Then, she felt the cock rubbing over her cunt from behind, and that felt really nice.
It wasn't until the cock slid up to her asshole that she started to realize how vulnerable she was, but there was nothing she could do. While two hands held her hips to keep her from moving, the huge cock slid into her ass.
Actually, it ripped into her asshole. She could feel a burning fire as it slid all the way in, and though she opened her mouth to scream, the cock in her throat stuffed the scream right back down.
Suzie would always remember how much it hurt at first, but how fingers began to enter her cunt soon afterwards, and as they were wiggling her clit back and forth, she could feel her juices flowing, and she came hard.
She never even had a chance to see who was the first man to fuck her ass. Because the older man who kept fucking her face took a longer time to come than the man who was in her asshole, she couldn't turn her head.
The older man kept holding her head as she felt the dick slamming in and out of her ass from behind. He still held her as the cock in her asshole began to throb, and even still, as the cock was coming in her asshole. By that time, Suzie liked the feeling of a cock in her ass, and soon after the older man came in her mouth, someone else moved his cock to her ass.
She'd turned her head in time to see that it was Jack.
Now, her ass liked the feeling of a cock inside, but that initial entry was still something that always seemed to cause her pain.
As the black-haired man started to slide his fingers into her asshole, she did feel some pain at first. She squeezed her ass muscles a little bit so that soon, she could feel her body relaxing into it.
Then, his fingers felt so much better inside of her. He started to slide them in and out of her asshole, and she could feel the way her cunt spasmed more because of it. He sucked that cream out of her-his reward for making it flow.
Meanwhile, Jack was still fucking her face, and Suzie could hear the way he was starting to moan a little bit. She felt his cock throbbing hard in her mouth.
He started to shoot his load right into her throat, and though she gagged on it and choked on some of it, she coughed up what was causing her to choke, and soon she was able to swallow the come right down.
She kept Jack's dick in her mouth for as long as he wanted it there.
As he pulled out, she looked down at the black-haired man. His face was still buried between her legs, and he was still sucking at her eagerly. His fingers continued to probe into her asshole, and she liked it more.
Then, she felt him pulling his mouth back. Slowly, he yanked his fingers out of her. He stood up and looked over at the bound woman he'd brought in.
Three men were surrounding her. One was fucking her ass from behind, and another was rubbing his cock against her thigh. The third was there biting into the nipple that probably still had the pin in it-only Suzie couldn't see the pin head because the man's mouth was in the way.
"She looks like she's not into it anymore," the man started to say.
"My name is Jack," Jack told him. "And this is my girl, Suzie."
"Well, that's my girl, Laura, right over there. She seemed to be having herself a good time, but she's not. My name's Charlie."
"Well, Charlie, I know one thing that always makes a woman flow."
"What's that?" Charlie asked, as he ran his hand up and down his cock. Suzie could see that it was starting to get hard again.
"A tongue eating her pussy. Not just any tongue, mind you. We men tend to think that any tongue will do, but certain tongues are magic."
"You think you can eat her?" Charlie asked. "You think you can make her come?"
"Oh, I know I could," Jack said, proudly.
"But the thing is, I know someone else who can make her come even better."
As he spoke, he was reaching down and starting to open his belt. Suzie could feel the way he was freeing her hands, and she did have time to rub her wrists, rubbing some blood back into circulation.
She only had a few seconds to do that, because all of a sudden, she felt the way he pulled her arms behind her back, yanking them hard. He started to bind her wrists together with the leather belt again.
The only difference that time was that her hands were not bound to the chair.
"Yeah, I know who could eat that black-haired bitch's pussy, and come while she's doing it. This bitch of mine will do the job."
Suzie felt Jack grabbing her by the hair, and he started to push her toward the middle of the room. She opened her mouth and screamed.
"No, Jack, that's something I won't do. I'm telling you. I won't."
She knew that he would hit her for screaming out loud, especially in the middle of the main room, where everyone could hear.
He did start to hit her. He moved in front of her, and pulled his hand back. Then, he started to slap her across the face as hard as he could, back-handing her and using his palm. She could feel her face skin burning.
"Please," she started to say, as she felt herself sinking to her knees.
He wasn't even pushing her. She was sinking on her own, as if she hoped that getting down on the floor would keep him from striking her. Of course, he just lowered his aim, and did keep hitting her, until she was on her knees.
Then he grabbed her by her hair from behind, and began to push her forward a little bit. She could hear him talking in such an angry tone of voice.
"Now move. Crawl. Crawl toward her cunt, bitch. If it was you, you'd want someone to eat your cunt. I know you. You'd want someone to help you."
"But no one helped me the first time," she said, crying.
"Well, maybe someone will help you the next time. Or the time after that. I want to see you eating her pussy, you bitch. I want to see your tongue working her hot cunt over. You'll make her love it."
Her mouth was inches away from Laura's pussy as Laura looked down at her.
Their eyes made contact for only a second. Laura could tell that this blonde was being forced to do something that she didn't want to do.
Then, she felt the heated lips moving right to her pussy. As Suzie felt the cunt lips touching her mouth, she kept her mouth shut.
Jack yanked at her hair, and she opened her mouth. The air that she exhaled as she gasped rushed right into Laura.
Laura began to thrust herself back and forth a little bit. She could feel the way a lot of the men were pulling back.
The man fucking her ass pulled right back, and the one biting her nipple did, too. The one rubbing his cock against her thigh, however, stayed right there and kept sliding the head of his cock against her flesh.
He was looking down at the blonde girl in front of her.
When Suzie started to stick her tongue out, and began to lap at the pussy, running her tongue up and down as hard as she could, she could feel the clit throbbing. She felt the cunt spasming, and sucked.
The man rubbing his cock against Laura's flesh saw all this, and he started to come. As his white cream began to spurt out against Laura's thigh, Suzie tried to lick her way there, then felt a hard yanking.
Jack pulled her head all the way back for a second, and slapped her face again.
"I said to eat her cunt, you bitch. Don't you know the difference between a cock and a cunt? Eat her pussy."
He pushed her head, so that her mouth was right back between Laura's legs.
Suzie stuck her tongue out again and started to lick the black-haired woman's cunt. As she sucked the clit between her lips, she could feel it spasming again. She began to flick her head over the tip of it, and she even began to like what she was doing. There was something sensational about the way the cunt tasted.
Soon, she was sucking even harder, and as she did, she could feel the leather lashing right against her back. She didn't know who, but someone had lashed a whip out at her, and had struck her hard.
She was looking up at the black-haired girl, and she could hear the way the girl kept moaning. She noticed the way she was licking her lips, too.
Then, there was a moaning from behind her. She turned her head to look, and saw how many people were standing around. Almost every man with a hard cock was watching, and almost every man was jerking on his own cock.
A few had a female nearby, jerking or just getting down on her knees to suck.
"Keep eating," she heard Jack scream out, and she felt the whip lashing against her again. She knew that he was doing it to her, and as she looked at him, she could see some hot brown-haired bitch who he was pushing to her knees.
Soon, the bitch was sucking on Jack's cock, and she turned her head back so that she could keep licking the pussy in front of her.
Try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking about someone else sucking Jack's dick. She could hear the way he was moaning from behind-and she did want to turn her head and see him. She wanted to see all the men around her.
But here in Hellfire, she had to do what he wanted, and he wanted her to eat cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
"You're going to work late on Friday night?" Ron asked her.
"Why not?" Nan said to him, as she looked down at the boards in front of her. "The more I get done today, the less I'm going to have to do on Monday."
"Shit, Nan, one would think you're trying to work your way right up to the top."
"I am the editor of this rag," the brown-haired woman said.
"Well, if you work on it with an attitude like that-that it's a rag, I mean, you'll just never get it finished. Come on and enjoy the night."
The brown-haired editor looked at the black-haired photographer, and she smiled a little bit slyly. She knew that Ron was after her. He had been, ever since they had hired him to work for their magazine.
She'd even taken his looks into consideration when he applied for the job and she interviewed him. She knew that she'd have to work directly with him, and she wanted someone who'd be attractive and fun.
Ron seemed to be somewhat crazy, but she didn't care. She knew that he liked to do a lot of drugs, and sometimes, she imagined that he'd never be able to make it through the day without the cocaine.
But publishing a magazine could involve long hard hours, and now that there were so many sex magazines on the market, Nan wanted to make hers the best. She wanted hers to be more erotic than any of the others-with the most beautiful women in it.
"What do you have in mind for enjoyment?" she asked him, as she pushed her chair back from her desk, then stood up.
She was wearing her business suit, and looked just like your typical business womanlike someone who wasn't going to take shit from anyone.
"I don't know," Ron said to her, as she approached him.
He was dressed much more casually than she was, in jeans and a sports shirt. He felt her overpowering him a little bit, and as he backed up against the wall, he felt her hand moving right to his crotch.
She grabbed his cock bulge and began to massage him.
"What's the matter Ron?" she asked him. "You can come on to a woman so strongly and then when she comes back, you retreat."
"I guess I like to be the dominant one in a relationship," he said.
She licked her lips, and felt his cock bulge throbbing a little.
"You know that your ways are so old-fashioned. Don't you know that in this day of the liberated woman, a woman can make the first move?"
"Yeah. I know she can. It doesn't mean I have to like it."
She pulled her hand away then, and turned her back on him. She was furious, and ready to explode. But then, she felt his hands on her shoulders.
"Hey, Nan, you really are a hot lady. But you're just a little bit too dominant for me. I mean, I just can't think of coming with someone so tough."
She turned around and smiled at him, then kissed his lips gently.
"I'll try not to be so tough then," she said, and she slid her hand right back to his crotch and massage him into stiffness.
Within seconds, he felt her opening his zipper. She pulled his cock right out, then took a step back so she could look down and get a good look at his shaft.
Her fingers ran along the underside of his eight inch pole, from the base to the head, where there were come drops for her to smear all over him.
"Don't you want to suck it?" he asked her, and she smiled.
"Well, now who's being the dominant one here?" she asked him.
"It's a simple request. It's not like I'm making demands."
"Well, it does look good enough to eat, so I think that I will."
He watched the way she pulled her skirt up over her knees, so that as she got down on the carpet, her naked knees were touching the piling.
He even watched the way she opened her mouth just a little bit, then flicked her tongue out against the head of his cock. She licked away the few drops of pre-come, and as she started to take more of him in her mouth, he smiled at her.
Ron did like the way her mouth felt around his cock, but he was thinking about Hellfire. It was the kind of club where a woman was put in her place, and he thought that it was the kind of club Nan needed.
She had this attitude as she was sucking his cock. He could tell.
She seemed to think that she was doing him some kind of a favor. As she slid her lips up and down his rigid shaft for a few seconds at a time, deep throating him for no more than one or two seconds, each time his cock head was in her throat, he wondered if he would even be able to come.
He liked to fuck a face. He liked to fuck it nice and hard.
After all, her light, slow movement was not going to turn him on. And when he was getting sucked, the one thing that he wanted was to get turned on. It was ridiculous if the mouth was not going to do the trick.
He slid his hand to her short brown hair and started to hold her a little bit. Then, he began to thrust his cock back and forth, thrusting as deep as he wanted to and holding himself for as long as he wanted to.
When she started to gag around him, really loud, he felt her pulling her head back, and he didn't hold her and force her.
"Ron, just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed.
His hard cock kept bobbing in front of her face, and he noticed the way she was keeping her nose near it. He felt that there was some hope. She did seem to like a lot of things about his dick-a sure step in the right direction.
"I'm trying to get myself turned on," he told her. "I like it when the mouth moves up and down my shaft a little bit faster. You weren't doing it right."
"Are you telling me that I don't know how to suck a cock?" she asked.
He wanted to shake his head no, but knew that she would be furious. And she was his boss. She could fire him in a second, if she wanted to.
"No, I'm just telling you that you don't know how to suck my cock."
"Nonsense. How many different ways are there to suck a cock?"
"I should think you'd know, editing the kind of magazine that you do."
"Now just what the hell kind of crack is that supposed to be?"
She was already standing up, and Ron wondered if he should push his cock back into his pants. After all, with her mouth no longer close to it, and Nan already taking on an attitude over what he said, he was sure he wouldn't get back between her lips.
She even let her skirt slide back down past her knees-and he was thinking that she should keep up with the times and shorten her skirts.
"Huh, Ron? I asked you a question. Just what the hell does that mean?"
"It means that each man likes his dick sucked a different way. There's no one way to go about sucking cock. I know that for sure. I like my cock to be in the throat of the woman who's sucking it. That's all."
"You're a pig," she said to him, and though Ron wanted to laugh, he didn't.
He could tell that she was getting more and more angry, and he knew that laughing at her would probably cause an incredible outburst.
"That's right," he said to her then. "I am a pig. I think that sex is a very animalistic thing, and I love to be piggy about it. If you don't, well, then maybe you and I just aren't made for each other."
She moved closer to him then, and she stroked his hair. He was hoping that she would move her hand down and stroke his cock, but she didn't make any move for it. As she moved her lips closer to his, she whispered softly.
"You know, I'm piggy when it comes to fucking. I like it when a man is a good hard fuck. But not when he's fucking my face."
"Maybe you should learn to take it hard in the mouth," he said.
He said it with a smile which was why, he knew, she had to smile. If he had said it more seriously-the way he meant it-she might have been angry.
She did slide her hand down to his crotch then and began to massage his cock. He felt the way she rubbed come drops all over the head of his dick, and he could feel the way he throbbed a little bit.
Then, Nan took a step back and started to unzip her skirt. As she let it slide down, he could see that she was wearing ordinary white cotton panties.
There was a rather large wet stain right in the front, and as she ran her fingers over it, he saw the panties getting wetter.
She continued to take steps back as she slid her panties down, and Ron got a look at her red, wet cunt lips, and her thick brown pubic patch.
"I want you to fuck me like a pig," she said to him, as she leaned back against her desk and spread her legs wider than ever. "I want you to fuck my hot cunt like a pig. Because I'm a pig that way."
Ron started to open his belt, and he thought about Hellfire.
There, he'd lash his belt out at a bitch like Nan. But here, he could only leave it hanging open, as he opened his pants all the way.
He didn't push them down until he was close to her, and then, he pushed them all the way down around his ankles. He rubbed his cock head over her cunt lips gently, and he could hear the way she started to moan louder.
"Now, fuck me nice and hard," she whispered in his ear. "Fuck me as hard as you possibly can. A real piggy fuck. That's what I want."
He smiled as he slid his cock into her rather gently at first. He pressed himself all the way into her so that the heat of her thighs was burning against his crotch, and he could feel his body surging with pleasure.
At first, he didn't even fuck her hard, with slapping thrusts.
Ron wanted to hear her begging for it that way. He started to slide his cock in and out of her at a nice, gentle rate, and he could feel the way she spasmed just a little bit around him. He made sure to thrust upward so his cock' shaft pressed her clit.
And she was responding a little bit, but then, he heard her groaning.
"I thought you liked to fuck hard," she said to him. "I thought you liked to fuck like a real pig. Now fuck me hard, baby."
He started to do it a little bit harder, and she lay back on her desk.
He spread her legs a little bit wider, then pulled so that her cunt was hanging off the edge of her desk. Then, he started to fuck her as hard and as fast as he possibly could, ramming himself in and out of her pussy.
He couldn't get over the way her body began to respond.
Ron was holding her buttocks with one hand, and he could feel the way her ass cheeks were soon dripping with sweat. She started to thrust herself up and down against his penetrating cock, as if she wanted to fuck herself against it hard.
"Yeah, slap that fucking dick in and out of me," she began to moan.
"You got it, baby. You got it. As hard as you fucking want it."
He could feel the way his groin was burning a little bit, because his flesh really was slapping her so hard. He was surprised that she wasn't complaining. If his groin felt like fire, he knew that her thighs had to feel like an even bigger blaze.
He realized soon enough that she didn't mind because of the way her pussy was spasming. Her cunt was going crazy.
And all he could think about still was Hellfire. At a place like Hellfire, she would learn to love having her face fucked the same way.
Or, if she didn't, she would just suffer, because it would happen anyway. There, she'd be treated like any of the other women. If she protested about something, her fucking face would be slapped hard. And if it turned out to be necessary, she would be bound, and her face would be fucked over and over until she learned.
It amazed him when he thought about how hard he was fucking her cunt, and how she hadn't let him fuck her face that hard.
He thought she was strange in that way.
When he started to throb really hard inside of her, he could hear the way she was panting for breath. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down so that she could kiss him on the lips.
Now Ron was a man who loved kissing, but he didn't want to be kissing her. He tried to pull his mouth away, but he couldn't.
That was when he knew for sure. Hellfire it was. For her. Because she needed it.
Having worked her way up to a position like an editor, she seemed to think she was above everyone else. From the day he had started working there, Ron had gotten a feel of her superior attitude. It was not only directed to him.
Nan thought of herself as being above all the workers. He felt his cock starting to explode inside of her, and as it did, her pussy was spasming harder and harder. It was almost as if her flowing cunt was sucking the cream right out of his shooting dick, and he loved it.
When he finished coming, he pulled his mouth away from hers. Then, ever so slowly, he started to pull his cock out of her.
"No. Don't. Wait," she said to him. "I want to feel you longer."
"I'm sorry, Nan," he said. "But I'm spent at the moment."
"Oh, Ron, how could you?" she said to him. "How could you? You brought out the whore in me, and suddenly you can't do anything more."
He looked at her, and thought she should be treated like a whore.
"Well, I'm sorry," he said. "I have some coke in my jacket pocket, and that should perk me up. Would you like to try some?"
"I've never done anything like that," she said. "I might. But the last few times I've done cocaine, I've gotten so horny. You'd have to please me."
"I have a great idea, Nan," he said to her. "A superb idea. There's a club that I sometimes go to on weekends. Wanna come?"
"What's it like?" she asked him.
"Basically it's a sex club, but there are all kinds of bizarre happenings. I really do think you, of all people, should come have a look."
"Why do you say that?" she asked, as he walked over to get his jacket, then reached in the pocket and pulled out the coke. "Why me, of all people?"
"Well, you edit this kind of a magazine. I think you should see a club like Hellfire. I think you'd get off on what goes on."
Actually, that wasn't the reason, but it was what he said. He couldn't tell her the real reason. Deep down, he wanted to see her abused-put in her place as a woman, reminded that she was just a cunt and nothing more. In Hellfire, she'd be treated as a cunt, and nothing more. Unless, of course, he told them about her mouth.
She snorted some coke, and he could see the change in her. She seemed to perk right up, and soon, she let her skirt slide back down around her ankles.
"You know, I have been working too hard," she told him. "I do believe you're right. I should go out on a Friday night. Let's go."
They closed the office, then got into his car, and he started to drive toward the club. Along the way, he kept offering her more and more of the snortable drug, and he was glad she kept accepting.
After all, he knew that the higher she was, the more accepting she'd be.
He parked his car nearby, and as they entered, he nodded at the lady sitting by the front desk. He was a regular customer, and she always smiled back at him.
When he looked toward the middle of the room, he could see some blonde-haired girl on her knees. Her arms were bound behind her back with a leather belt, and someone was standing behind her, whipping her.
Her head was being forced between the legs of another woman, who had black hair. She had a gag on, and her hands were pulled up over her head. Though she looked like she might have felt some pain (and he could see the sparkling of a tiny silver pin head near her nipple-and knew the pin was in her tit), she seemed to be getting off on the feeling of her cunt being eaten.
Ron led Nan toward the bar, but she'd already gotten a look at what was going on.
"Ron, what the hell kind of a place is this?" she asked him. "What the hell is going on over there? Look at that."
He ordered her a drink, because he knew what she liked, and was glad that her head was turned the other way when the drink came. It made it easier for him to slip it into her drink before she had it. Nan clung to her glass and began to drink fast. She thought that everything going on around her was so bizarre. It was quite obvious to her that the men were in full control of the women here, which was not what she wanted.
She finished her drink, then grabbed Ron's arm.
"I think I'm going. I don't like it here too much. Ron, I don't know why you thought I would like a place like this but... oh my God. I feel so dizzy."
And then, she blacked out, but she didn't hit the floor, because Ron caught her.
When she came to, her vision was still blurry, and she didn't remember where she was right away. She tried to rub her eyes, but felt something cutting into her wrists.
She turned her head then, and saw the way her arms seemed to be bound behind her back. She tried to sit up, as she was resting on her ass and her arms, and there was some pain starting to surge through her.
But she felt something tugging on her neck, and realized that there was a leather collar around her neck. There was also a small chain attached to it, and the end of the chain was attached to the wooden post behind her.
"What's going on here?" she started to moan, and she wondered if her words were coming out. She didn't think she could hear them.
Suddenly, a blond man was moving right in front of her. She could see that he was wearing a leather vest, and leather boots.
His chest looked so muscular, and was covered with blond hairs.
"Well, bitch, you're on the floor where a good woman should be."
"What?" she asked him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? And who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"
He was starting to bend his knees, and she could feel the heat of his buttocks moving toward her. He suddenly had another leather strap in his hands, and he slipped it under her buttocks, then pushed her legs up.
She tried to kick him as she felt the way he was binding the leather underneath her body, so that her knees were pushed up almost to her shoulders, and the leather was cutting into her legs, near her ankles.
With her ass raised up off the floor, so her cunt and asshole were exposed, she felt more vulnerable than she had ever been in her life.
She closed her eyes and tried to choke back some tears.
Then, she felt something rubbing against her lips. As Nan opened her eyes, she could see that his cock was there. He rammed it right into her mouth, and she felt the way the head moved into her throat.
Of course, she was choking on it the second the head was in her throat. As he held himself there, he smiled at her.
"Yeah, you don't know how to suck a cock right, do you? I thought that you didn't, and now I know for sure that you don't."
Ron had said something like that to hear earlier in the evening, she recalled. Ron. Hadn't she come to a club with him? Where was he?
The blond man began to ram his cock in and out of her mouth as fast as he possibly could, and each time his balls slapped against her chin, she could feel some kind of pain against her face, and hated it.
Nan tried to think of what she could do. With her arms behind the way they were, she couldn't use her hands at all.
She thought she was going to choke to death on his cock.
And suddenly, she had herself an idea. She started to close her teeth around the cock shaft, slowly. He had to have felt what was happening, and yet he just kept right on thrusting in and out of her mouth-fast and hard.
So, she bit into him as hard as she possibly could. It was the right thing to do, and also the wrong thing, she realized.
He did pull his cock out of her mouth, which was what she wanted, but with his cock out of her mouth, he was free to start slapping her, which was also what he did.
He slapped her face over and over, and she could feel the way her cheeks were burning. Tears began to stream from her eyes.
Then he stepped away from her for a few seconds, and when he moved back, he was holding this incredibly large dildo in his hand.
He moved toward the leather strap that was keeping her legs pressed up.
There was a slit in a part of the leather strap, and he slid the dildo right in there. It had to be the biggest dildo she had ever seen. It had to be at least two feet long, though it was the width of a normal cock.
He started to push the dildo toward her mouth, but she kept her lips closed. Then he yanked on her hair as hard as he could.
"Now you're going to learn how to suck a cock," he said to her. "Even if it has to be a plastic one, you're going to learn, bitch. We can't trust you with a real one, so you'll have to practice on plastic."
He stood there, to one side of her body, and began to ram that cock in and out of her mouth. She could feel how it was longer than his own cock, and as it moved into her throat, she gagged louder than she had before. "Yeah, we're going to turn you into a girl who loves having her face fucked. I can tell you're gonna be one of those who loves to have her fucking face fucked."
She could hear some laughing then, and at first, she thought it was from him.
But then, there was the sound of laughter from more than one man, and she turned her head and looked over. There was a whole crowd of men watching, and standing right in front of the group was Ron.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nan felt the cock being rammed right back down into her throat, and she tried to pull her head as far back as she could.
Seconds later, she found herself leaning her head back against the wooden post and she couldn't pull back anymore.
"I could choke you to death, you fucking bitch," the blond man said to her. "If there's one thing that I won't stand for, it's a fucking cunt trying to bite my cock. Sucking it is fine, but biting it is out."
She closed her eyes, and tried to think about something. She had blacked out after her drink, and when she woke up, she was bound.
Ron, who was standing in front of the other men, was smiling. She knew he had a lot to do with this. It all had to do with cocksucking, too.
So she hadn't sucked his cock the way he wanted it sucked. That didn't mean he had to bring her to a club like this and have them tie her.
She knew, too, that he had to have told this blond man about the way she sucked cock. There was no doubt in her mind that he had. Why else would the man be placing so much emphasis on it? Why else would he care so much?
He moved so that the rest of the crowd was blocked, and she couldn't see them for a few seconds. He got down on his knees right next to her, and slid one of his fingers to her pussy lips, and another one to her asshole.
As he started to massage both of them with fingers from one hand, he was still forcing that dildo in and out of her mouth.
"You see, bitch, I can turn you on if I want to be nice," he said to her, and his cunt-probing finger began to massage her clit a little bit. She could feel how it was getting stiffer, and as it throbbed under his touch, she even moaned.
Her cunt got wetter, and she felt herself spasming a little bit.
"Yeah, even the haughtiest of bitches can't resist my fingers. My fingers can turn on any clit on any bitch in the whole fucking world."
She hated men like this one-men who knew that they were hot and let you know that they knew. And yet, his fingers really were making her feel so fucking good.
She could feel her clit throbbing more, and she was about to have a peak orgasm, when suddenly, as if he knew, he pulled his fingers back.
"Or I can make you feel pain, if I want that, too," he said.
With his finger pulled out of her cunt, there was nothing to turn her on and make up for the pain of what he did next.
He rammed his other finger right up her asshole. Since she was not wet, she could feel his nail scraping against her flesh. Then, she realized that scraping seemed to be what he had in mind. She felt his finger starting to scratch against the skin inside of her asshole, and it burned-a fiery pain.
Her eyes even began to tear, and he continued to thrust the dildo.
"So you have to learn," he said to her. "You have to learn to be nice to a dick when it's in your mouth. Shit, a bitch in your position should know about that. She should know all about dicks, and how they can be fucking sensitive as hell. Now how would you like it if I was licking your clit, and I bit you?"
He left the dildo in her mouth as he started to yank his finger out of her asshole.
Then he slid down between her legs, and moved his mouth to her cunt. The second his tongue touched her cunt lips, she felt a chill rushing through her body.
She was so sure that it was going to happen. She knew he was going to get her clit stiff, and then bite right into it. Why else would those have been his last words before starting to eat her? Why else, except to let her know what was coming?
Nan felt her whole body shivering as he started to lick, moving his tongue into her and licking some of the cream off her wet walls. She felt his hands moving to her buttocks, and each hand held a cheek tightly.
As he began to wiggle her clit back and forth, she could feel the way it throbbed, but that fear was still with her.
It was the fear that even seemed to keep her from being able to come.
She kept thinking that the second she'd be lost in pleasure, with her pussy throbbing and juicing up as much as it could, he'd bite her clit.
She kept thinking that he'd yank the pleasure away from it when it was at its height, and replace that pleasure with pure physical pain.
And the pain of biting teeth, she knew, was something she wouldn't be able to pull away from. He'd keep her clit locked between his teeth. Suddenly, as Nan started to think more about it, she could feel his tongue sliding under her clit, and he was pulling it between his lips. She felt him starting to close his teeth around it, and she clenched her eyes shut.
She prepared herself for the pain, and was thrown by what he did. He just started to press his soft tongue right against the tip of her clit, and she felt the way her whole body began to spasm with orgasm.
Nan began to thrust herself up and down against his face, and she-could hear the way he was moaning. She also heard moans from some of the men, and as she looked over, saw that some blonde was down on her knees doing Ron.
He smiled at her, then licked his lips. It added to her high-at least her cunt orgasm high. As she started to come out of it, however, for a few seconds, she did remember the position that she was in, and hated him again.
The blond man kept licking her clit gently, and as he pulled his mouth away for a second, he slid his fingers to her cunt.
"Now you thought I was going to bite your clit, didn't you? Just because I told you that it could hurt, the same way having someone biting into your cock can hurt, you thought that I was going to bite you, right?"
With the dildo in her mouth, she couldn't do anything but nod her head up and down.
She was getting used to it in her throat-she could breathe around it a little bit better than she'd been able to before.
"Well, you must think I'm a horrid man," he said to her. "You must think that I'm the most unfeeling man in the world. By the way, my name is Tom. And let me tell you that around here, they all know me as being one of the kindest men."
If he was, she thought, I'd hate to see the cruel ones.
"I just want you to realize how much it hurts to have your cock bit. I didn't think I could do it to your clit. But you do believe me, don't you? You do believe that it can hurt a man, don't you? Don't you?"
She was nodding her head up and down, somewhat frantically, because he seemed to be acting as if he couldn't understand her answer.
She would have said it if she could have opened her mouth to talk, but she couldn't say a word with the dildo inside of her.
"I think that I believe you, but I don't know for sure," Tom said to her. "I'd like to believe that you do understand, but I don't know for sure."
He reached over and pulled the dildo back, just a little bit. It was inches away from her lips then, close enough so he could ram it back when he wanted to. She could speak then, and she spoke in a whisper because that was all that came out.
"Yes, I do understand. I'm sorry. I really am.
"And you'd be willing to have my cock in your mouth again, wouldn't you?"
He raised himself up on his knees, so she could see his huge cock again. Even though he'd lost some blood when she bit him, he was hard as a rock again, and there was something menacing about his cock.
"I didn't say that," she whispered, and that was all she had to say.
Within seconds, Tom did two things. He rammed the dildo right back into her mouth, although he didn't do it as deep as he had before.
Then, he moved his mouth right down to her cunt. Right before he did it, he said it to her, so she even knew it was coming.
"Well, I don't think you believe me after all. You'll have to learn."
He spread her cunt lips wide with his fingers, so that her clit was exposed, and she felt him biting right into it-hard!
She opened her mouth and screamed around the dildo, even louder as she felt him grinding his teeth back and forth against her clit. It was already sore and throbbing, and his teeth moving seemed to make it hurt even more.
He kept biting her for what seemed like an eternity. It could have been only a few seconds, she knew, but a few seconds of pain was like hell. Like Hellfire.
As he pulled his mouth away from her cunt, he began to move his body again. He walked on his knees, and rubbed his hard cock near her face. She felt a few come drops on her cheek, and she could smell the scent of his dick.
"Now, you have a choice," he said to her. "I'm going to pull this dildo back. You have a choice of what you want your face fucked with."
"Huh?" she asked him, half-groggy.
"I can fuck your face with this plastic dildo, which looks, feels and tastes like what it is. Plastic. And it can't come, remember, so the fucking can go on for a long, long time. Forever, perhaps.
"Or I can fuck you with this. It's my dick. It's a real man's dick. And it's made of man flesh, so it will taste like flesh and leave a taste in your mouth. It'll smell like flesh, so the more you work it up, the more manly it'll smell. And best of all, it'll come. You'll be able to taste come from it, something that you could never hope to taste from this plastic cock. It's your choice.
"But I want you to remember something. Both are hearty fuckers. Both like to move really fast, and all the way into a throat. Both like to let the woman know how much they like to fuck. Yeah, they do. This plastic dick and my own dick. So you make up your mind, and let me know which you want."
Either one was going to hurt, she knew. The plastic one was longer, and that was bad. He could ram it even deeper. It was thinner than his own cock, which would make it easier. She wouldn't have to open her throat so wide.
She was about to answer when she suddenly heard a loud scream. She turned her head in time to see some girl with a long red braid opening her mouth.
The girl had large lips and teeth, and though she was screaming, it was easy for Nan to tell that she was screaming with pleasure.
She saw why, a few seconds later. There was a dark-haired man in a dark shirt, moving his mouth to the girl's nipple.
At first, Nan thought that he was sucking on it gently. He seemed to be stretching it as he pulled his mouth back.
She couldn't believe how much it was being stretched though, after a short time, and then she realized something.
The man was biting into the redhead's nipple. His teeth had to have been clenched down really hard, in order to be holding the nipple and stretching it as far as he was. When he opened his mouth, the redhead's nipple snapped back.
Nan could see that there was blood dripping from it.
Then she saw the way the man slid his hands up the girl's naked thigh. She wondered why the girl didn't stop him. Then she realized the girl's arms were bound behind her back, and there was no way she could stop the man.
Tom didn't do anything as he saw Nan watching. He knew that Betty's scream had interrupted his scene, but he knew what Betty was into. She was a redheaded bitch who loved pain, and he had a good idea of what it would be like for her.
He could already see the way Matt was rubbing his fingers near Betty's pussy lips, working a few of them in at a time. As he bit into the bound redhead's nipple again, then pulled his mouth back to stretch it, his hand moved toward the can of grease.
"You just can't seem to get wet enough, can you bitch?" Matt asked her. "I sure as hell wish that you could, but you sure as fucking hell can't."
He began to rub the grease near her pussy, working his fingers into her as he did. Soon, she must have been wet enough because he started to slide two fingers in and out of her cunt, and she was going crazy.
Then, he moved a third finger into her pussy. His lips moved back to her nipple. By that time, Nan knew he wasn't using his lips, though. She knew that he was using his teeth to bite right into her nipple as hard as he could.
When he started to stretch it, she was sure of it. He had to be biting her. There even seemed to be some blood on his lips.
He moved a fourth finger into the redhead's cunt, and Nan heard the way the girl groaned a little bit. She knew that if a man had been putting four of his fingers into her pussy, she would be screaming.
When the man slid his thumb into the girl's cunt, Nan gasped.
"Yeah, it's easy for some," she heard the blond man next to her moaning. "It's easy for some to do it that way. If you want to."
She watched the way the man began to slide his whole hand into the redhead's cunt. As he kept biting into her nipple, he was sliding his hand in deeper. She saw it going in a little bit past the wrist, but that was all.
It looked so strange, seeing the man's arm sticking out of the girl's cunt.
"Now he must be opening and closing his fist inside of her," Nan heard the blond man saying. "Betty's the kind of girl who loves to feel the fist opening and closing inside of her. You don't find that often."
Nan could feel her whole body starting to tense up. She watched the way the man with the black hair kept sliding his arm in and out of the girl's cunt, and knew that he was fucking her with his entire fist.
The idea of it chilled her, and she began to cry a little bit.
Then, she could hear a voice, inches away from her. It was Ron, and he turned his head as he bent down near her, to let her know that he was talking about that scene going on, with the redhead and the man's fist.
"See, Nan. You run a magazine and you hardly even know anything about what will turn your readers on. These are the kinds of things that'll make your readers hot. You didn't even know that things like this went on at all, did you. Maybe you just thought it was in the fantasies people made up. You might have thought it was just a bunch of fantasy. But this is real, Nan."
"It's impossible for someone to take that," Nan said.
"It's possible. It's happening right before your eyes, so how can you possibly deny it? Oh, Nan, you have so much to learn."
"Everyone gets off on different things," she heard the blond man saying then. "Some love pain. Some love it to be more severe than others. Some love fire. You can see that Betty likes her fuckings with things as wide as they can be. A cock just wouldn't do it for her. But she puts up with it.
"Now I'm not asking you to put up with all that much. Just my cock. Fucking your face. My cock or the plastic one? You're going to get one or the other, so you have to make up your mind. Which will it be? It can't hurt as much as having a fist like that one rammed up your cunt, can it?"
She had forgotten all about the decision he was forcing her to make, and didn't remember until he brought it up again.
She'd been watching Betty with that fist sliding in and out of her cunt. It had taken her mind off the decision she had to make.
What he said was true. It couldn't hurt her as much as that fist had to be hurting Betty, so she turned her head toward his cock.
"Ah, I knew that you were somewhat intelligent," Tom said. And then, Nan felt his hand moving behind her head. He held her as he started to slam his cock in and out of her mouth. Each time he thrust it all the way in, she could feel that thick cock head of his entering her throat.
She gagged on it, and felt the way her mouth was getting wetter, because being fucked like that caused a lot of saliva to be built up in her mouth.
There were times when he was grinding his cock deep, so that the head seemed to be opening up her throat even more.
She heard a loud scream, and knew that it was Betty. She thought about the man and wondered how far he'd rammed his arm into her.
"Yeah, work your tongue and get a taste of my dick on your tongue. Yeah, feel it all over your fucking hot lips. Get the taste and the feel of it. Now smell it you fucking bitch. Smell it. Take in the smell because that'll turn you on more. Inhale more, you fucking hot bitch. Inhale. Inhale."
As she did, she could smell the strong musky scent of his cock, and felt the way her pussy began to throb a little bit.
Nan had always been sensitive to smell, and cock smell in particular.
So when his cock was pressed all the way into her mouth, she pressed her nose right into his blond pubic patch, and inhaled deep enough to get a good whiff of that male musk. She moaned around his dick.
Then, she could feel the way something was rubbing between her legs. She couldn't see who it was, but she felt a cock moving right into her pussy.
As it started to fuck her, hands were slapping her buttocks. Each time a palm smashed down on her flesh, she let out a low groan.
But there was something starting to happen to her. She could feel the way her flesh was tingling, and even though she was bound and being abused, by anyone's standards, the heat of all the flesh around her turned her on.
She could feel the way hands were starting to rub all over her body. One hand managed to work its way up between her leg and her breast, and it cupped her tit and pinched her nipple a little bit.
"Yeah, work your tongue," Tom was moaning. "Work it all over my fucking organ, you cocksucking bitch. You fucking heated bitch. You're nothing but one dick sucking eager bitch, with a hot cunt to be fucked. And a hot asshole, too. Yeah, baby, by the end of the night, you're gonna get that ass of yours worked over."
She always hated it when men talked like that to a woman-when men just treated a woman like she was a cunt, a mouth, and an asshole.
She couldn't understand why he was turning her on though. His words were making her come over and over again, and she could feel the cock inside of her pussy starting to throb, its throbbing working against her spasming.
The fucker slowed down a little bit, and she moaned because she was glad.
His slowing down meant that he would be able to stay hard inside of her longer, and the longer he stayed erect, the more pleasure her clit would feel from the cock.
Nan closed her eyes, and felt the way her head was spinning.
Then, she could feel Tom's cock beginning to throb in her mouth, and she heard him moaning louder than he had been before. She could smell his male scent getting stronger as each second passed by.
She was breathing so heavily then, inhaling and exhaling through her nose, so she could take in his musky odor, and also through her mouth, so she could take the thick cock head in her throat when he rammed it there.
Suddenly, she felt his cream starting to spurt onto her tongue.
Load after load shot out, and she lapped at it like a kitten lapping up some milk. Tom didn't ram himself all the way into her throat as he was coming, so she was able to catch the cream on her tongue.
She couldn't believe how much it turned her on, though. Nan had always liked the taste of a man's come, but this was the first time she'd ever been so eager to have the man shoot into her mouth. It was the first time she ever craved that first shot of come, and wanted so much more after the first shot.
He stayed inside of her mouth for the longest time, and when he finally did pull his cock back, she could tell that he still was somewhat hard.
It was not until he moved out of the way that she was able to see who was between her legs, and in some ways, it pleased her. In other ways, she was outraged.
Ron was there, ramming his cock in and out of her pussy, and she was pleased because at least it was a man she knew. She had come to realize that almost anyone could use her, if he desired her.
She felt a little bit relieved when she was able to see that it was not just any man fucking her pussy-but at least a man she knew.
She was outraged, however, because seeing him reminded him of the sorry state she was in. He was the one who had brought her to the club to begin with, and had he not brought her there, she never would have been abused.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fill your hot pussy," he moaned. "I'm gonna fill your hot fucking cunt with a nice thick load now."
"Yeah, do it," she moaned. "Shoot that fucking cream into me. I want to feel it flowing into me. A regular come flood."
Even as he closed his eyes and his cock exploded inside of her, she was licking her lips, because she couldn't wait to tell him.
She felt her pussy spasming around his cock, and as he moved his lips to her neck he began to lick her. He pressed his lips down against her flesh, then flicked his tongue in and out, touching her skin.
His mouth was still pressed there when she leaned over and whispered.
"I hope you liked that fuck, Ronald," she said to him. "I hope you loved it, because it'll be the last one you'll ever have with me. And as for your job, you can consider yourself fired at this very moment."
"Because of this?" he asked, raising his head, and she nodded.
Nan was shocked when he suddenly slapped her across her face-not once, but a number of times. He hit her so hard that she could feel the way her head was spinning, and then she heard his hideous laughter.
"You stupid bitch. Don't you realize that I opened a whole new world for you? You should be grateful for that. Besides, I got some pictures of you before. I have the film. I think I'll be working with you for a long time unless you want to see those pictures of yourself tied to this stake, appearing in other magazines."
CHAPTER FIVE
Later, after he untied her, they sat down and had a drink. She was still mad at him for trying to black-mail her, but he explained it "Look, Nan, I knew you'd try something like that the second I brought you here. So after you were out cold, I ran to my car and got my camera. I got some pretty good shots of you and Tom. A nice one of you with that dildo in your mouth."
"You prick," she said to him, and he touched her hand soothingly.
"Hey, I don't mean to be. I just needed to know that I had some kind of security, and as it is, I turned out to be right-thinking that I needed it."
"Well, that is true," she said. "I really would fire you."
"I know. But you have to admit that you've never seen anything like this before, have you? There's not a place like it in the world."
"No. Nor should there be," Nan said to him. "It's sick."
"You edit a sex magazine, and you think this is sick? Nan, you should realize that there's not a thing in the world that's sick. Not a fucking thing. Something can be found in everything. Different people are into different things, and you can't decide what is sick and what isn't."
She looked over at Betty, the redhead who had been getting fisted. Now, Betty seemed to be into normal sex-or at least it looked that way to Nan.
She was no longer bound, but she was getting fucked by two men. One was dressed in leather from head to toe, with only his dick sticking out. The other had a cigarette lighter in his hand, which he flicked on every so often.
The man with' the lighter was fucking Betty's face, so when he flicked the lighter on, he moved the flame right under her tit.
Though it had to be burning her nipple, and she did groan a little bit, she didn't try to pull away. The leather man was fucking her from behind, and Nan could see that he had quite a large cock.
Each time he pulled back, she could see his huge rod sticking straight out. She couldn't see the head of it, but she found herself intrigued with that leather look.
"Oh, you're starting to like it, aren't you?" Ron asked her. "You like that man in leather, don't you, Nan?"
"No. I mean, I don't know. I mean, Ron, where are my clothes?"
"Hey, relax. You look good in the buff. And almost all the women here are naked."
"I still don't feel right with nothing on. I want to put something on."
He held out the leather collar that had been around her neck before, and he smiled. She wanted to slap him, but knew better. Men most definitely seemed to be in control in this club, and if he slapped her and she tried to hit him back, the men might decide to surround her and all slap her.
"You're just trying to change the subject, aren't you, Nan?" he asked her. "You don't want to come right out and admit that the leather man turns you on."
"He doesn't," Nan said, and Ron reached for his coke vial.
He put some on the small spoon, then held it under her nose. He told her to inhale, and as she did, he spoke in a soft, soothing voice.
"Take more, Nan. Take some more of this coke. It'll loosen you up. I know that there's a wild woman under your priggish exterior."
She did as he said, inhaling deeply, and she could feel the way the coke was starting to make her feel so nice.
Her head was spinning as she raised it and looked back at the leather man. Ron kept smiling as he leaned closer to her and whispered again.
"Now why don't you go and lick his leathers? It's so easy to tell that you want to. Go and lick his leather boots, for a starter."
"No, Ron, that's crazy," Nan said, and she was glad about something.
Ron's fingers weren't anywhere near her cunt. He could not know the way her cunt spasmed at his suggestion. Deep down, she was turned on to the idea of going over and licking his leather. She wanted to, but could she?
"Here, have some more," he said, and he fed her nose a little bit more. She could feel the way her head was really spinning then. "Go on and lick his leather, Nan. Go on. I'm sure he'd love you to do it. I'm so sure of it."
"I don't know. Are you really sure?" she asked. "Do you think so? Really?"
"Go on. It can't hurt," Ron whispered. "Go ahead, while you have the rush."
She knew that she was in some kind of a daze, but she got up and started to walk over to the leather man. As she got closer, she looked down and really had a good look at his cock shaft, sliding in and out of Betty's cunt from behind.
That close, she could see the way the shaft glistened. She looked right into his eyes, and saw how dark they were. He had hair as black as the leather he wore, and a thick black moustache that was neatly trimmed.
His lips looked so hot, and Nan couldn't control herself. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, hoping for it to be a passionate kiss.
When he kept his lips closed tight, even as she slid her tongue between her own and started to lick his, she was a bit disturbed.
Then, she felt his and reaching for her short brown hair. As he started to pull it hard, she felt him pushing her down on her knees.
Nan tried to fight it, which was why he slapped her face. Then, she could hear a voice nearby, and knew it was Ron.
"Don't try to make him fall in love with you, fool," he said to her. "Just lick his leather. That was what you wanted to do originally."
And she knew that Ron was right. She had been hoping that her kissing the man in leather might have loosened him up a little bit.
Instead, it aroused his wrath. So she started to do what she had set out to do.
She was ready to lick the leather jacket that he had on, but he pushed her down lower than that, and soon, he was pushing her head down to his boot. She stuck out her tongue and began to lap at him.
At first, she really didn't like the way it tasted, but as she looked up at him and saw that fleshy cock pole sticking straight out, she wanted it.
He was still sliding it in and out of Betty's cunt, and Nan could see the way Betty's juices were dripping all over his shaft. She liked that look, and felt her mouth getting wetter, something that was easy for him to notice.
After all, she was licking his boots, and when her mouth started to get wetter, she was leaving more saliva on his leather.
"Yeah, you keep licking both those boots clean, and maybe you'll get some of this," he said to her, and for some reason, Nan felt her pussy tingling.
She couldn't believe that she was getting off listening to him talk to her that way, but she was, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She started to lick her way up at one point, and she felt him pushing her head right back down. He scolded her, and told her that she hadn't licked his boot clean.
Then, as she heard someone moaning, she pulled her mouth back for a second. She could tell that the man fucking Betty's mouth had to be coming. She heard Betty moaning loud, too, and then the leather man spoke.
It took Nan a few seconds to realize that he was talking right down at her.
"Yeah, Betty does love the taste of come. I think you look like a come-loving bitch, too. I'm sure you'd love a load of my come in your mouth. There's no doubt in my mind that you'd go crazy for it. Well, maybe you'll get it, but you have to keep licking the leather boots. Lick that one now."
He kept moving his cock in and out of Betty's cunt, and he turned his body just a little bit so that his other boot was near Nan's face.
She licked her way over to it, and even though there was a lot of dirt on it, she didn't seem to mind. The offer was his cock, if she were to lick his boots clean.
His cock looked fantastic, and she wanted to taste it.
As she felt the way his body moved with his thrusting, she heard the way he started to moan a few seconds later. Then, Betty was moaning.
"Yeah, take it all," the leather man began to say, and that was when Nan pulled her mouth away from his boot and looked up at him.
As he was coming in Betty, he looked down at Nan. The look of anger on her face was quite apparent, and she spoke with that same anger.
"You bastard," she said to him. "You fucking prick of a bastard."
"What?" he was asking her. "What the hell are you saying?"
"You said I'd get your come if I licked your leather, and I sure as hell licked the fucking dirt off your fucking leather. But no. I didn't get your fucking come. You're a lying prick, just like every other man I've ever met."
He started to laugh, and Nan couldn't understand why. Then, he grabbed her by the hair and smashed her across the face.
He finished thrusting in and out of Betty's cunt, and as he pulled himself out, his cock was still semi-hard. Still holding Nan by the hair, he forced her head right near Betty's cunt, from behind, the same way he had fucked her.
"I said you'd get a load of my come, but I didn't tell you how. Now you suck it right out of her fucking cunt. You suck that fucking come right out of that pussy and you love it. You be happy you even got that much."
She had never licked a cunt before in her life, and she didn't know if she wanted to start now. Still, he was pushing her head so hard that she could hardly even breathe. As she felt herself gasping for breath, she stuck out her tongue.
"That's a good cunt," the leather man said to her. "That's a good fucking cunt. Obeying me. Licking the cunt of another woman. Now lick it all out and you'll get to taste the come that you wanted. You'll get it all."
She stuck her tongue into Betty's cunt, and couldn't believe how wet it was in there. As she started to lap at the cream, she tasted something.
It wasn't like any male come she'd ever tasted before, but Nan did like it. There was something so fantastic about the cream, something so warm and sweet.
She knew then that it was his come and Betty's come mixed together. After all, he had been fucking the braided redheaded girl, until he had come in her pussy. And because Betty seemed to have liked getting fucked, there was no doubt in Nan's mind that the redhead was coming as he fucked her.
She started to suck harder on the cunt, and she could taste the cream rushing into her mouth. She moaned louder than she had been moaning before, and the leather man knew that she was enjoying the cunt taste.
As she kept licking, she could feel something rubbing near her face. Nan didn't know what it was at first. She started to think that it was a hard cock, but she knew it had to be the leather man's cock.
And he'd just come a few seconds earlier. He couldn't be hard.
As she turned her head, just a little, she could feel the way he started to move it between her lips. Soon, he grabbed her hair and he turned her head so that she was facing him. As he held her hair, he began to ram himself in and out of her mouth, as fast and as hard as he possibly could.
His cock was hard. It was as if he never lost his erection.
Each time his balls slapped against her chin, she could feel some pain, but overall, there was pleasure in the way he fucked her mouth.
She slid her hand down to her cunt and began to massage herself a little bit, and as her juices were flowing gently, she got into sucking the cock even more.
Of course, he knew it. He could feel the way her tongue was working, and as he looked over at Ron, he winked. Then, he looked right down at her, slid his hand to her nipple, and pinched it as hard as he possibly could.
"You see, bitch," he said to her. "You thought that you could never let a man fuck your face, and now you know you're all wrong. You love having your fucking face fucked, so don't you try to deny it."
It was true. She hadn't even been thinking like that.
But only a few hours earlier, back in the office with Ron, he had tried to ram his cock in and out of her mouth, the same way the blond man named Tom had done it. She had hated it when Ron tried to fuck her face.
She'd hated it less when Tom had fucked her face.
And now that a third man was fucking her face, she was loving it. She started to reach for his balls, and as she held them in her hand, she squeezed them. She could feel the heat from his balls, rubbing off onto the palm of her hand.
"Yeah, you're gonna get a hot load of my come, you bitch," he said to her. "You're gonna get the hottest fucking load of my cream."
She gasped as she felt the way his cock began to throb harder, and then he was shooting his come right onto her tongue.
Nan loved it. She slid her mouth back and kept her lips around the rim of his dick head, then worked her tongue over the slit. She was fingering her own cunt even faster now, and she felt her whole body shuddering to a powerful climax.
Everyone around her had to know what had happened. She was sure of it. Her body was still shaking as her cunt was spasming, and eventually, she pulled her fingers out. Even then, it took a while for the spasms to stop.
The leather man let her hold his cock in her mouth for as long as she wanted to, and as she started to part her lips, he pulled back slowly.
She felt a hand under her armpit, and suddenly, she was being lifted to her feet.
As she felt someone turning her, she closed her eyes. Then, Ron kissed her on the lips, rather gently, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it for a few seconds,. and did like the way it felt.
As he pulled back, he looked her right in the eye, and he smiled.
"Now don't tell me you're not having yourself a good time here."
"I don't know. Ron, this is all so crazy. It's so hellish."
"Tell me about it. And I'm the Devil. Actually, we're all devils."
As he laughed, she thought that there was something hellish about it. Then, he took her arm, and decided to give her a tour.
"We'll see if you can be a devil, too. I'm letting you have special privileges. They never let a woman take control of anything here. But come with me to the back. Come on. I know what you'll enjoy."
She could feel him pulling at her, and though she was a little bit nervous, she let herself be led into the darkness. After walking a few feet, she could see a light coming from somewhere in the back.
Ron started to lead her there, and as they both approached, Nan had to gasp.
She could see a naked girl standing near the plumbing in the back. In fact, the girl was standing up on a chair, so that her body could be pressed and bound in a certain way. She was leaning right against the steam pipe.
Her breasts were pushed over one of the pipes, and there was another one between her tits, near her cleavage. Above her head was the largest pipe, with a sign on it in large black letters. BEWARE HOT STEAM.
The girl happened to be quite a beauty, with soft brown hair and a lovely smile. She was smiling as Nan and Ron approached, and her eyes even seemed to glisten.
As Nan looked closer, she could see the way a thin black leather strap had been wound around the girl's body, mainly around her neck and breasts and arms, right above her elbows. That way, she couldn't pull herself back.
When she saw the two of them standing there, she licked her lips.
"Oh, it's so good of you to come," she said. "I was hoping that someone would decide to wander to the back and find me."
"Did Dick tie you up back here?" Ron asked, and she nodded. "You must have been a bad girl to be cut off from the rest of us."
"Oooh, I was horribly naughty. Dick said I had to be punished. Then he tied me up back here, and he left. But it's been so long."
"What's going on here," Nan asked. "I don't understand this."
"Her husband brought her here because she'd been a bad, bad girl. He tied her up so that she could be punished, and he left her, to leave her waiting. You know how painful it can be to wait for something?"
She did. She thought about Tom, when he'd talked about biting her clit, just before her went down on her. Those seconds had passed by so slowly as she'd waited for him to bite into her-because she'd been so sure that he would.
And they had been filled with pain-each second making the pain increase.
So she understood the waiting process. Nan understood it, but it seemed to her that this woman was not in any pain now. If she had been, she wouldn't be smiling the way she was. There wouldn't be this glow about her.
"I thought she's supposed to be in pain," Nan said, and Ron smiled.
"You're learning. She's supposed to be in pain, but she's not."
"Oh, I was feeling pain, until you two came. Once you came, I knew that I wouldn't be back here all alone. It made me feel better."
"I don't think we can have that," Ron said, and as he stared at Nan, she found herself nodding in agreement and repeating his words.
"No, you're right. I don't think that we can have that. I mean, her husband put her back here for a reason."
"I know what she wants," Ron started to say to his boss. "I know what she wants."
"What?" Nan asked, and Ron started to laugh then.
"You mean to tell me that you can't guess? Come on, Nan. I was so sure you'd be able to figure it out. I have so much confidence in you."
"Don't turn that spigot," the bound girl began to say. "Please, no matter what you do, don't turn that spigot."
She was talking about the spigot on the pipe between her tits. As Nan looked up at it, she could feel her own pussy beginning to spasm a little bit. The girl was supposed to be punished, and obviously, that was what her husband had wanted.
She looked around, but Ron, who knew what she was thinking about, and what she wanted to do, had already gone to get it. He reached for the small step-ladder and carried it right back in front of the bound girl.
As he opened it, he held out his hand for Nan, then spoke.
"Well, Nan, I'd like to see you do it. Come on. Step on this ladder and give this bitch what she deserves. Give it to her. Come on."
Nan stepped forward, onto the first step of the ladder. Then, she stepped up higher, and up one more step, until she was looking right into the bound girl's eyes.
"You shouldn't do this to us," the girl said. "It's not right. How can you do something like this to another woman? How?"
"I have to understand it," Nan said to her. "I have to understand the feeling that goes through the man when he does it."
"Turn the spigot, Nan, and shut up," Ron told her. "You don't have to offer any explanation to Liz. She doesn't deserve any kind of an explanation. She never has and she still doesn't. Just do it."
And Nan placed her hand on the spigot, and she started to turn it.
The second that she did, she could hear the rushing, whooshing sound of the steam. The place was well heated, and these pipes in the back were, perhaps, the only pipes that were not running with steam.
She moved her hand near the spigot, and touched the pipe.
Already, Nan could feel the way it was starting to get warmer. She kept her fingers there for the longest time, to feel the way it would get hotter. After only a few minutes, the steam pipes seemed to be on fire.
She pulled her hand back, and found herself looking into the brown-haired girl's face. The girl had her eyes closed then, and was moaning softly. She pressed herself against the steam pipes, so that the pipes were really pushing into the flesh right below her tits, and she was moaning.
"Oh yeah, let it burn me. Let it burn me. I deserve it. I want it. I need it. Let it burn the hell out of me. Oh, the heat. The heat. The fucking steam."
She pressed her face against the steam pipe then, and she opened her mouth to scream. As she did, a few people came running toward the back, and Nan was climbing down off the ladder as someone moved near the bound girl.
"Yeah, suffer, you bitch," he started to say to her. "Suffer."
Since the girl was up on a chair, the man screaming, was at a perfect level for eating her. He didn't even have to bend down. All he had to do was lean forward just a little bit, and he was able to move his mouth to her cunt.
He started to run his tongue up and down those plush, wet cunt lips, and Nan took a step back, and reached for Ron's hand.
He squeezed her hand as the two of them watched this man lapping furiously at the bound girl's cunt, while the steam heat continued to flow.
"That happens to be her husband," Ron whispered to Nan. "He's getting off on what's happening to her, as much as she is."
"It's so strange," Nan said. "They get off on the pain. They get off on the women suffering. It's really not right."
"Who gets off?" Ron asked her. "Tell me. Who gets off?"
"The men here. They get off on watching the woman suffer. That's who."
"And the women don't get off on suffering?" Ron asked her. "Be real, Nan. You loved what happened to you so far this night. You know that you have. You've loved it and you've even gotten used to having your face fucked."
"I know, but... " she started to say, and Ron placed a finger over her lips.
"Besides, it is Hellfire, and you liked playing the devil yourself. Don't tell me that you're cunt didn't tingle as you let the steam start flowing. Don't tell me that it didn't turn you on to start her suffering."
And she couldn't say a thing about it, because Ron was right. It had been a turn on when she'd let the steam flow begin.
CHAPTER SIX
"You're a prick, Ron," Nan said to him, a few days later, as they were both looking over the layout for the next issue.
"Why, thank you," he said to her. "I pride myself on the fact that I am a prick, and a rather large, thick one at that."
Nan laughed just a little bit, but then she knew she had to be serious with him.
"I mean it. Ever since you took me to that place, my whole life has changed."
"Your whole life. It's only been a few days. Get off it."
"I'm serious. I just don't know what's wrong with me."
"You have looked troubled," he let her know. "I don't understand it."
"Neither do I. Oh, yes I do. I just can't believe some of the things that I did the other night. Not only things that I did-as in letting other people use me , but things that I did to others."
"You sure did catch on to the hellish fire of Hellfire."
It was true. After Nan had watched the woman suffering from the steam, she and Ron had walked back into the front of the club. A big enough crowd had formed around the man and his wife in the back, and even though Nan had started it all, by turning the spigot, she soon tired of it.
Up front, there was more action going on. A young blonde girl was bound to the leather sling near the right of the bar, and a solid looking black-haired man with a fat cock was fucking her as hard as he could.
"You like the look of that?" Ron had asked her. "You like the leather sling?"
"I don't know," she had told him, honestly. "I've never been in one."
"Well then you can't know one way or the other. But you did like licking the man's leather boots. You'd never done anything like that before, either."
"I know. I did get into that. But... well, it doesn't look like they're going to be finished for a while, and... "
She had been stalling. Deep down, the idea of lying back in the leather sling turned the brown-haired woman on, but she couldn't come out and admit it. So rather than do that, she tried to come up with some kind of an excuse.
Ron tapped her on the shoulder, then pointed to another part of the room.
There were at least three more leather slings, one right next to the other, and out of those other three, all were empty. He started to take her hand, and as he led her over, he lifted her a little bit.
When Nan felt that leather rubbing over her back and buttocks, she felt the way her body began to surge with some heat. She even began to squirm around on the leather, because it felt so nice as it made contact with her flesh.
"Now you want me to fuck your cunt, don't you?" Ron asked.
"I don't care if it's you, or if it's anyone else. I really want to feel a cock in my cunt. My body is so turned on."
Ron looked around the room, and then he saw Nick. Nan had never met Nick until that night. As Ron called him over, she got a look at the man.
He was like a monster, size-wise. Nan couldn't remember ever seeing a man as large as Nick, and his cock was huge, in proportion with the rest of him. He rubbed it right up against her cunt lips, then rammed himself in.
She did open her mouth to scream as she felt the way he ripped into her, but then Ron rammed his cock into her mouth.
Soon, there were other men standing around her, and it seemed like her whole world became a world of cock and then more cock.
She could feel men rubbing their cocks against her hands, and soon she was massaging a hard dick in each hand, jerking them both.
She could feel Nick's cock working over her pussy, and Ron was fucking her face like a fiend. His cock was not fully hard, so the only thing that really bothered her was the slapping of his groin against her face.
Each time she felt him throbbing, he would slow down. Then he leaned over and began to speak to her softly.
"You see, Nan, you are one kinky bitch, and you were hiding it all. You just love to be abused. You know you love it. And you also love to abuse, which is all right, too. But there's no way you can say this club is sick now.
"Look at how much you love having your face fucked. And to think that about four hours ago, in the office, you wouldn't let me fuck your face. Now you love it."
And she knew that it was true. She didn't even mind choking on his cock, the way she had before. Even as she choked on him, while lying in the sling, she didn't really care, because she could taste and smell him.
Nick came in her cunt before anyone else came. Then someone else slid right into her and began to fuck her as hard as Nick had. That second cock wasn't anywhere near as thick as Nick's had been, so she didn't mind it too much, even when the fucking was getting more and more fierce, and the groin was slapping her thighs.
She had no idea of how many men fucked her cunt that night, but Ron was the only one in her mouth for the rest of the evening. He kept himself from coming by slowing down each time he'd start to throb too much, and she did like the way it felt as his throbbing cock subsided, and the come drops kept dripping onto her tongue.
By the time he came in her mouth, her body was covered with come. She sucked the cream from his dick eagerly, and then he helped her stand. Her legs were so weak from all the fucking, that she needed support for a while.
It was as she finished dressing and they were getting ready to leave, that she started to talk about the place again.
"As much as I enjoyed myself, I still think that it's sick," she said. "Maybe I'm sick, too. I don't know. I'm just so confused."
There was a black-haired woman named Laura, who had been bound ever since they arrived. Laura was still bound, in the center of the main room. Her hands were pulled up over her head, and tied with a thick cord.
Ron reached for a leather whip, and put it in Nan's hand. He started to push her toward Laura, and as she moved, she could hear him whispering.
"It's not sick. Just try it a few times, and you'll realize that it's not sick. You're sick to think that it is. But it isn't."
She could feel the way the leather seemed to be burning a hole in her hand.
She thought about that expression-money burning a hole in your pocket. Like if you had money, you just wanted to spend it.
The leather whip was burning a hole in her hand-she had it firmly in her grasp, and she just had to start using it.
She lashed it right out at the naked Laura's back, probably harder than anyone had whipped the girl all night. She could see some lash marks on Laura's flesh, but her lash mark was darker than all the others.
And the thing was, she couldn't control herself. She started to lash Laura over and over again-working herself into some kind of a frenzy. She had no idea that it was happening, until she felt Ron grabbing her hand.
"All right. Enough. You like it, but give the poor girl a break. You want to whip her into a bloody frenzy?"
Nan got a look at Laura's back before Ron led her out of the bar. He even told her that she should consider herself lucky.
It was rare that they ever let a woman take control of any other woman-the way they had let Nan take control of Liz, the woman bound to the steam pipes, and of Laura. She was one of the few women who'd ever gotten to whip another woman.
"And that's only because I spread the word around," Ron let her know.
"What do you mean by that? You spread the word around?"
"I told them what you did for a living. Hey, don't get upset. Do you think they really give a shit about what you do? But I thought it would be good. It would help you understand the kind of audience the magazine is dealing with. Now you know the kind of power that a man feels when he starts on a woman."
And she did. Nan could hardly even think about it that night as she tried to go to sleep. She kept telling herself that she was wired from all the coke, and that was the reason why she couldn't sleep. But even after taking two Valiums, her mind was still troubled, and she ended up having a sleepless night.
That would have been all right, except the next night, she couldn't sleep again. She kept thinking of the bound, abused women in the club, and how she had abused some of them. The thing was, it turned her on when she thought about it.
On Sunday night, she sensed that something was very wrong.
Nan had a date with Hank, a handsome brown haired man she had been seeing for the last few months. She and Hank had been getting along quite well, and she found him to be more than satisfactory as a lover.
They had even talked about getting married-the subject having come up once or twice. Out of every man she had ever met in her life, Hank was the kind of man that Nan knew she could love forever.
That Sunday night, he'd brought over some dinner. They sat home and ate, then watched some television. Later, they started to go to her bedroom, and Nan couldn't wait for him to make love to her.
She got undressed fast, and as she lay back on her bed, she spread her legs and slid her hand toward her cunt. She began to massage her cunt lips, letting her palm rest on her thick brown pubic patch. The more she rubbed her lips, the more turned on she was making herself, and her juices kept flowing.
Then, Hank moved closer to her. He started to rub his hard cock near her lips, and she turned her head, parted her lips, and flicked her tongue against the slit of his cock. Soon, he was lying on his side.
Nan rolled onto her side, too, and that way, they were able to go down on each other. She would never forget the first time they'd tried to make it, and he had started to straddle her face, fucking her throat.
She had almost bit into his cock, and ended up pulling her mouth all the way back and letting him know that was not the way she wanted it.
But this past Sunday, a part of her wished that he would do it. Sliding her lips up and down his cock shaft was something of a bore.
She had always gotten off on the way he ate her, too.
But on Sunday, two nights after her visit to Hellfire, having him lick her cunt the way he usually did was also a bore.
She thought that she was going to fall asleep-sex with him seemed so boring. Still, she managed to flick her tongue a lot, and when he started to come, he was so excited that he probably didn't notice that she had not come.
Of course, she didn't let it bother her, for she was sure he'd make her come when he fucked her. She lay back and spread her legs.
Hank entered her the way he used to, and he started to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy the way he used to. In fact, he did almost everything the way she was used to having him do it to her.
But that Sunday night, it was all so boring. She closed her eyes and thought that it might have been more fun if he'd smashed his hand against her ass. She started to think that he had to do something more for her.
She said nothing, however. When he started to throb in her pussy, she slowed him down, and told him she wanted some time to come. She thrust herself up and down against him, but she just couldn't make it happened for herself.
Try as she might, she just couldn't come. When he started to come in her later, she moaned as loud as she could-faking the whole thing.
And after sex, as he lay next to her and rubbed his body against hers, she could feel the way her skin crawled a little bit. She had always loved Hank to touch her after they made it, because usually, her skin was open to sensation. But as he touched her that time, she just wished that he wouldn't.
It took her a long time to realize that her trip to Hellfire had made all that difference. Ron had opened up a new world for her, and she just didn't think she would be able to go back to her old one.
She saw Hank again, two nights later, and if anything, sex was even more tedious than it had been on Sunday.
Now, in the office with Ron on Thursday, she started to tell him about it. She told him that normal sex could no longer turn her on.
"Normal? And just what the fuck do you mean by that? I mean, darling, tell me what your definition of normal is? For surely, we all have different ones."
"I mean, a regular fucking," she said. "He was fucking me and I just couldn't come, and that's not right."
"I bet I could fuck you now so hard, and you'd love it," Ron told her.
She felt her pussy tingle when he said that, and she was sure that he had to be able to see the way the color rushed to her face. She started to shake her head no, and told him that they didn't have time.
"But is this club open tonight?" she asked him, and he nodded. "Well, if you're not doing anything, I'd like to go tonight."
"Fine. They open at around eleven. Why don't I come and pick you up?"
And so, the two of them made a date to go back to Hellfire.
When they arrived there, there was not much action happening. Tom was there, still dressed in his minimal leather, with his huge cock sticking out.
He came over to say hello to both of them, and Nan liked the way his dick looked. She even thought that she might go down on it.
But then, they all heard a muffled scream coming from one side of the room. As she tried to look over to see what was going on, she couldn't.
But she did hear what Tom was saying.
"You know Jimmy, don't you, Ron? Well, his wife, Helena was cheating on him a few weeks ago, and he was pissed at her."
"How could he be if she cheated on him here?" Ron asked.
"She didn't cheat on him here. He came home and found her in bed with one of their neighbors. Now that deserves punishment. He brought her here. That black-haired bitch is one of the hottest looking bitches I've ever seen. I can't wait to see her suffer. And he hasn't even started yet."
Ron and Tom started to walk toward where they'd heard the scream, and Nan followed them. She had to see what was going on.
When they got toward the back, near where the steam pipes had been, Nan could see a stunning black-haired woman, as naked as she could be. The woman was leaning back against a wooden pole. There were manacles on both of her arms right near her armpits, and a chain between the two manacles kept her bound to the pole.
Her husband was a handsome brown-haired man. When he saw the three newcomers, he smiled at all of them. Then he looked at Tom.
"Did you tell them what a cunt this bitch of mine has been?"
"Yes, I did," Tom said. "I told them both. They think that she's the biggest fucking bitch. Cheating on you in your own bed."
"I didn't," the black-haired woman started to say. "It's all a lie. I didn't cheat on him. He just wants to hurt me."
Jimmy reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. He rolled it up, then moved behind her. He gagged her with his handkerchief, and tied it behind the wooden pole, so that her head was pulled back.
Then, he reached for a large piece of wood. He moved it in front of her, and it seemed to have a gadget so he could attach it to the wooden pole she was bound to.
The new piece of wood was like a small table, right under her breasts. In fact, it pushed her tits up rather high.
"There we go," Jimmy said, and he reached for something else.
As he spit on his finger, he touched the tip of the hot iron, and Nan could hear the sound. It reminded her of the steam sound she had heard when she'd turned the spigot, only this time it was the sound of the steam iron.
"I think it's her tits," Jimmy started to say to the three people who were just standing there watching her. "I think it's her tits. I think they're too big and a man gets a look at them and wants them. That's what I think."
"What are you going to do?" Nan asked him. "What?"
"I'm going to have to iron her tits. I'm going to have to iron them to make them flatter. Then they won't be so large, and because they won't be, men won't be after her all the time. It'll teach her."
The woman looked like she wanted to scream as he moved the iron to her tit.
He pressed it right down against his wife's breast, and though she tried to squirm away, there was no way that she could.
Tears began to stream from her eyes, and she was gasping for breath.
He ran the iron over both of her tits, pushing them down against the wooden board. Though he was not flattening the flesh, of course, he was burning her with the iron, and Nan could see how red the flesh was getting.
"No," she suddenly screamed out. "No, stop this. This is crazy. You shouldn't be doing something like that to her. Maybe she cheated on you because you're a lousy lay. Did you ever think of that? Did you?"
Ron slapped her across the face then, and screamed at her.
"Nan, shut up," he said. "Shut up. This is their scene and you have no right to interrupt it. Just shut up."
"I know that I'm a good fuck," Jimmy started to say, and as he kept ironing his wife's tits, he started to open his pants. "I know. We've been married for five years, and she's always loved it. Always. And can you blame her? Look at this cock of mine and tell me you couldn't love it."
He pulled his cock out of his pants, and Nan had to admit to herself that it was a proud looking organ. She could see how fat the head was, and there was a huge slit that was starting to drip with come drops.
He rubbed the come drops all over his cock head, and as Nan saw the way the fat head glistened, she licked her lips.
Ron noticed what she was doing, and he was the one to push her from behind.
"Go on, Nan," he told her. "Go on and suck his cock for a while."
When he let go of it, his cock bobbed up and down a little bit. He smiled at Nan, and within seconds, she was on her knees.
She started to slide her lips up and down his cock shaft, and as she looked up at him, she could see that he was still working the iron. She turned her gaze toward the woman's cunt for a second.
She had her legs parted a little bit, and her cunt lips were nice and wet. As Nan continued to suck the husband's cock, she slid her fingers near the wife's pussy and started to play with her a little bit.
Her fingers began to work so well. In fact, she was rather stunned by the way the bound woman started to react.
She thrust herself back and forth against Nan's fingers, and Nan could feel the way the cunt spasmed and the juices flowed.
She had no idea of anyone else was aware of it. But then, she could feel the way the cock in her mouth began to throb.
She felt the man starting to shoot his load, and she sucked as hard as she could, and felt his cream sliding right down her throat. She could hear how loud he was moaning, especially when she worked her tongue over the slit of his cock.
As he began to slide himself out of her, slowly, she heard him moaning.
"You see. You see what a lying bitch she is. I am a good fuck. Anyone can be a good fuck with her. Anyone. See how responsive her cunt is, even to a finger. So you can imagine what a cock does to her. What my cock does."
"Yes, I can," Nan said. "I can imagine what it does."
"So she cheated on me, and she deserves to be punished. That bitch."
Nan stood up then, and she looked at the woman's sore, burned breasts.
She started to shake her head yes, and within seconds, she was saying it.
"Yes, she does deserve to be punished. The bitch cheated on you. Your cock could turn any cunt on It could turn any cunt on, and she went looking for another cock."
Jimmy began to slid his hand under Nan's skirt. As he pushed it up, he pressed his fingers against her panties, and felt the wetness near where her cunt lips were. He pushed her panties into her cunt a little bit.
"A woman like you deserves some kind of pleasure," Jimmy started to say to her. "Not like Helena. She deserves pain."
"Yes. I deserve pleasure, and this bitch deserves pain."
"Then if you take over for the pain-if you take over for me and keep making her suffer, I'll give you pleasure."
She felt his fingers sliding into her panties, so that they were soon rubbing over her naked cunt lips. She could feel them sliding into her, and he started to wiggle her clit back and forth gently, making her juices flow.
She saw the way his eyes were looking at his hand which held the iron. Slowly, Nan began to move her hand toward his. He pulled his away as she grasped the iron and took up from where he had left off-pressing it down against his wife's tits.
The bound woman continued to groan, and Nan could feel the way her pleasures were starting to surge through her own body.
She kept telling herself that it had nothing to do with the pain she was inflicting upon the bound woman. She kept telling herself that it had to do with the way he was starting to move his tongue to her cunt.
But even when he had his head pulled back and was making no direct mouth to cunt contact with Nan, she was still flowing. As if inflicting pain was making her come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Anita, you wicked wench," Tony screamed at her, and he slapped her across the face as hard as he possibly could.
The black-haired girl was thrown completely. She and her lover had been together for almost three months now, and he'd never hit her.
At the same time that she felt stunned, she also felt a kind of pleasure surging through her body. Her cunt began to tingle a little bit, and as she was nude, and wetness from her pussy usually made its way to her red cunt lips, Tony could see what was going on. He even smiled a little bit.
But her black-haired lover's smile was such a devious looking thing. She could see the way his lips parted, just a little. Then, instead of the sides of his mouth rising, they started to fall-so his look was somewhat of a scowl.
"I knew it, baby," he said, and she saw the way his tight black T-shirt seemed to be bulging, holding in his muscles. "I knew it all along."
He pushed her down on the carpet, then pressed his boot between her legs. The toe of his boot was pressing against her thick tangle of black pussy hairs, and he seemed to like the way the metal taps of his boot was catching some of the hairs.
That way, as he pulled his foot up, he ripped a hair out of her cunt.
He got down on his knees between her legs then, and pulled his hard dick right out of his pants. He did it as fast as he possibly could, and slid his hand up and down his erect shaft, to let her know how proud he was of it.
Tony was Italian, and hung like a fucking horse. He wasn't even fully erect, though you'd never know it.
He could feel the way his cock was still somewhat soft and fleshy, even though it did stick straight out. His dick got hard in different stages.
Tony knew that he could massage himself until he was rock hard, but there was no reason to do anything like that. He could ram his dick into her cunt-in the state that it was in-and give her a harder fucking.
After all, his cock would still have to get bone-hard, and then it would still take some time for him to come.
It could be a good long fuck, and perhaps be even too long for her to handle. Maybe she'd suffer-feeling pain from his thrusting dick. Maybe.
He slammed himself right into her as hard as he could.
Anita felt the way her pussy walls spread so wide to take him and as he started to throb and his cock was filling with some more blood, she could feel some kind of pain. He was wearing his belt, and the buckle was pressing against her belly flesh so hard, that it almost felt like it was cutting into her.
"Now tell me how it was," he whispered in her ear. "Tell me."
"It was all right," she said. "I'm sorry I did it. I told you."
"Yeah, you lie like a fucking whore. You loved eating her cunt, didn't you. You loved licking pussy, didn't you? I always suspected that you were a fucking dyke from a long time off. I always suspected it. A masochistic dyke."
"I'm not," she started to cry, and he loved the way her body shook beneath his.
"You're not? I don't believe that. I think that the only reason you're getting off on my dick is because you like your cunt abused. And a dyke could do that to you. She could bite your fucking clit until it fell off into her mouth."
The idea of having a woman doing that to her didn't turn her on, but hearing him say it did. She could sense such animalism coming from him, and it was one of the greatest turn-ons in such a long time.
Each time he slammed his cock into her, she could feel his groin slapping against her hips. Her pain was starting to run from her thighs through her entire body.
Tony moved his mouth to one of her breasts, and as he sucked her nipple between his lips, she liked the way that felt. It sort of eased some pain, until she felt him starting to bite harder into her nipple.
She had only wanted to try things with Delia, Tony's sister, and Delia had made the first move. She had come over and come on to Anita, and since Tony was out and Anita was sure he wouldn't be back for a while, she let Delia try things.
She stripped herself and let Delia lick her pussy. Then, she moved her mouth down on Tony's black-haired sister's cunt, and licked her juices. She didn't really love it, but she didn't hate it either. The two girls had made each other come a few times, and because they did eventually get lost in their passions, they didn't hear the door open, nor did they hear Tony entering.
He was furious. He started to scream, and he slapped Delia a few times.
Anita was incensed when Delia came right out and lied. The bitch said that she, Anita, had started the whole thing, and Tony wouldn't believe it when Anita tried to tell him the truth. Being the macho Italian stud he was, he couldn't believe that his own sister would start something like that.
But Anita was just his girl-something of a bimbo to him-and he was sure that someone like her would be so eager to lick another girl's cunt.
So he'd slapped her a few times, and now that Delia was gone, he was fucking her so hard that it was beginning to hurt.
At the same time, though, there was some pleasure. When Tony felt the way his girl's cunt spasmed around his cock, he moved his lips to her ear and he started to whisper. The evil in his voice came through.
"You're a masochistic bitch, you know that? I always sensed that you were, but now I know for sure. A fucking masochistic bitch."
She tried not to think about it. Thinking about it-putting it that way Tony was-just made her think of horrible things masochists did.
She just liked to think she was getting off on the pain.
She was actually getting off on the pain, and as he kept fucking her, Anita knew that it was so true. Even when she'd first met Tony, there had been something ominous about him. He had a huge ego, and a temper than tended to flare up.
On their first date, he had been upset with the wine that the waiter brought for them, and he'd smashed the bottle on the floor of the restaurant.
There had been many outbursts, similar to that one. But he'd never laid a hand on her before. She thought that he might-one day and a few of her friends had even had some things to say about it.
They'd seen him getting mad about something or other, once or twice in the apartment that Anita and Tony shared, and she'd heard it more than once, from many of her friends.
"One day, he's not going to just throw an ash tray across the room. One day, you're going to be the one flying across the room. It's so easy to see that he's that kind of man. It's so easy to see the violence in him."
The violence in him. When she thought about those words, she could feel her pussy spasming even harder around his cock.
She had seen her mother being beaten by her father, and once or twice, her father had even beaten her. He'd never taken her sexually, however. Often, Anita had dreamed of her father. When he wasn't violent, he was a handsome man.
Maybe she wanted someone like him-and Tony was that someone. Even the violence was something that had been part of her father.
She felt his cock throbbing harder and harder inside of her cunt, and he seemed to be smashing himself in and out of her as fast as he could. Her thighs seemed to be stinging like crazy, and then she felt the first explosion.
"Oh God," she just moaned, and he whispered in her ear.
"What's the matter, bitch? You don't like that?" And before she could even give him an answer, he was slapping her across the face a few times.
His hand made her cheek sting each time he hit her. She wanted to tell him that was not what she'd meant at all. On the contrary, she loved it.
But she thought that if she told him, he might stop what he was doing.
That was another way that she came to realize she liked what he was doing.
For Tony, it was something he'd always suspected. She'd put up with a lot of his shit. When he'd wanted to fuck her ass once, just to see how it would be, she kept telling him that she didn't want it. Then, one night, he got her drunk on wine and started to eat her asshole until she begged for it.
Of course, a tongue and a cock were two different things. His tongue had opened her up, only a little. His cock opened her the rest of the way-ripping her open.
She'd screamed the moment he entered her, and she kept screaming into her pillow as he rammed his dick in and out of her asshole. Not once, however, did she beg him to stop. He wouldn't have-even if she did-but she didn't.
He'd sensed it even then. Her ass was raw by the time he was ready to come, and though the pain must have been burning through her, she never told him to stop. She screamed even louder as he shot his first load into her.
But he suspected that she just loved the feeling of his shooting dick.
He came in her cunt, then, and as he rested on top of her, he closed his eyes.
Tony was a distributor for a certain magazine, and he knew one of their photographers, a man named Ron. Ron had told him all about this club called Hellfire, and ever since Tony'd heard about it, he wanted to go.
Of course, he hadn't been too sure about Anita. Now he was.
"Get dressed," he said to her. "Put something on. Come on."
All he had to do was get a towel, wipe his dick off, and stuff it back into his tight pants. She stood there, unaware of what he wanted to do.
"Why?" she asked him, and he slapped her face again.
"We're going out. It doesn't matter what you wear. Get dressed. Put on jeans and a T-shirt. Anything. Just fucking do it, cunt."
"But where are we going?" she asked, and he was really ready to knock her out cold, but didn't. He just reached for a long coat of hers and told her to put it on.
Of course, she protested again, but he told her it made no difference if she had nothing on underneath, and of course, she assumed that she would keep her coat on. She slid into some shoes as he grabbed her hand and they ran out the door.
Tony hailed a cab, and gave the man the address Ron had given him.
As they approached the section of town, he could tell that Anita was getting a little bit wary. It wasn't the nicest part of the city, but what the fuck? All that mattered was getting into the club. Once inside, who cared about the neighborhood?
As the cabbie pulled up in front of the building, Tony pulled money out of his pocket and paid the man. Then he grabbed Anita's hand and yanked her out of the taxi, toward the front door, where there was a small sign.
They walked downstairs, and he could see the lady at the front desk, taking money, just like Ron told him. He paid for the two of them to enter.
Tony bought himself a drink, and got one for Anita, too. He could see one happening in the bar. There was a redheaded girl bound between two poles, almost like a sacrifice in a movie. Her arms were spread wide apart, and each wrist was cuffed and chained to a pole. It reminded him of King Kong.
One man was standing in front of the woman, lashing a leather whip out at her breasts. Tony was thinking that if he had the whip in his hand, he wouldn't be letting that bound bitch get off so easy.
He would make her suffer, and even make her bleed. As he kept looking, the man with the whip seemed to notice him. He held out the leather whip to Tony, as a kind of offering, and Tony went over to take it.
"What are you doing?" he could hear Anita saying, as she tried to grab his arm, but he whirled around and slapped her face, telling her to shut up.
Then, he got to do what he'd been thinking about. He started to lash the bound redhead as hard as he possibly could. The very first slash did make her tit bleed, and Tony found himself smiling.
It wasn't until he saw some woman with short brown hair talking to Anita that he decided to stop whipping the redhead. He was so sure that cunt of his was going to get into another lesbian scene, and he didn't want that to happen.
He walked right over, and thought she looked familiar. He had only met the editor of the magazine where Ron worked once or twice.
He was sure it was her. But then again, Nan, or whatever her name was, wouldn't come to a place like this. At least he didn't think so.
She was wearing a pair of leather slacks, and no top. As Tony walked over, he could see her large breasts, with their stiff brown nipples.
"This is the man I was telling you about," Anita said to the woman.
"What the fuck has she been saying?" Tony asked, and he thought that he just could not trust a bitch like Anita. Not one fucking bit.
"She just told me about you, and your temper. You sound interesting."
"Look, bitch, why don't you fuck off? I just brought my girl here to teach her a fucking lesson. She's been licking pussy."
Suddenly, Tony started to pull at Anita's coat. She knew that he was going to try and strip her, right in the middle of the bar, and even though many people were walking around, either nude or partially nude, she didn't want to be stripped.
She looked at the brown-haired woman for support, and was shocked when she reached over and started to help Tony.
Anita couldn't fight the two of them off. They pulled her coat right off, and Tony threw it behind the bar, on the floor. Anita tried to shield her cunt and her tits, but Tony grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her back.
"Now I'd like to teach you what a cock is all about," he started to say to her. "I'd like to teach you to love a dick instead of another pussy."
"I have a much better idea, at least for starters," the brown-haired woman said, and Anita could feel her body shaking.
She realized now, that this woman was getting off on the idea of abusing her, almost as much as Tony was getting off on it.
The woman even leaned over and whispered into Tony's ear. He seemed to smile when he heard what she said, and he nodded.
Then, the two of them were pulling Anita over toward one of the slings. They pushed her back, and she could feel the smooth black leather rubbing over her back.
She started to cry as she felt her hands being pulled to the chains that held the sling up. She could feel the tight leather ropes being wrapped around her wrists, just to make sure that she couldn't pull her hands free.
Then, once her hands were tied, Tony and the lady started to spread her legs really wide. They each took a leather strap, and strapped her legs near her knees, strapping each leg to the chains at the other corners of the leather sling.
Anita couldn't remember ever being spread so wide. Her pussy was more vulnerable that it had been in her entire lifetime.
Maybe she had been spread wide like this, she did think, but she'd never been bound at the same time, and she was so scared. They could do anything they wanted to do to her, and she could do nothing to fight back.
She saw the woman disappear for a few seconds, and then she came back with a pan of water. She had a large razor in her hand, and handed it to Tony.
"Nan suggested that I shave you, so we can see your cunt lips better. I always told you to trim all that fucking hair, you pig."
He didn't even bother to use any cream. He just wet her hair with water from the pan, then started to wet the razor and slice away her pussy hair. Each time she felt the cold razor making any kind of direct contact with the skin under her cunt hairs, she thought that he was slicing away the skin.
She looked at the brown-haired woman named Nan, and started to cry.
"Oh, stop crying, you bitch," Nan said to her. "You're making me so fucking sick by crying like that. I'll slap your fucking face if you don't shut up."
Anita bit her lower lip and did try to keep from crying.
She looked down at her pussy, and saw the way the hairs were being cut away, slowly but surely. Soon, he was rubbing some water over the area, to wash away most of the hairs. Then, he used the razor on her again.
As he stood there looking at her clean-shaven cunt area, he turned to Nan and smiled. Then, Anita could feel the way the brown-haired woman started to untie her wrists. She was so sure that the punishment was over-even more sure when they began to untie her legs and helped her stand up.
When she felt the way the two of them grabbed her, however, she wasn't all that sure anymore. They were being quite brutal with her as they yanked her over toward the back of the bra, and then she saw it.
There was a stone looking object, with a thick black looking dildo. Anita was sure that it had to be made of black rubber-but she couldn't swear to it. What she could swear to was the fact that it was thicker than any cock she'd ever seen.
It was even thicker than Tony's cock, which was one of the thickest organs she ever saw. As she looked at his crotch, she could tell that he was quite turned on. The bulge in his pants was enormous.
The brown-haired woman began to help Tony pull her closer to the rubber cock. When she realized what he was trying to do, she could feel the way her body started to shake. Between Tony and the woman, they were trying to force her to sit onto the cock.
As Anita tried to pull away, she felt Tony slapping her face hard.
"You'll love this cock, you stupid bitch.
Now sit on it."
He placed both of his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her down with all his might. She felt the way her cunt lips were ripped wide apart, .the' the rubber cock was deep inside of her, stretching her pussy.
Then, the woman reached over and flicked a switch.
Suddenly, Anita could feel the way the cock began to spin inside of her. It was spinning so fast, as it was also giving off some kind of wetness. She felt that wetness being smeared all over her dry pussy walls.
As the cock continued to spin, she began to moan a little bit. Then, she could hear the way that Tony was moaning, and as she looked over, she saw that the brown-haired woman was down on her knees in front of Tony.
She was sliding her lips up and down Tony's big fat cock, and Tony was pinching the woman's nipples. It looked like he was being really hard with her, but it also looked like she didn't seem to care.
"You keep sitting there, you bitch," he said to Anita. "You let that cock turn you back onto cocks. And get pussy out of your mind, you cunt-licker."
The spinning rubber dildo was feeling good for a long time, but after a while, Anita felt like she was going to pass out.
It felt like the thing was just ripping her insides apart, and she didn't know how much more she was going to be able to take. She started to beg Tony to let her up, or at least turn the spinning cock off, but he just laughed.
"You know you love to suffer, you bitch," he said to her. "You know that you just fucking love to suffer, so suffer."
She closed her eyes and tried to choke back the tears, but there was no way that she could. Then, suddenly, she heard the way Tony was moaning, and the woman sucking his cock was moaning just as loud.
Then the woman began to gag, and Anita knew that Tony had to be shooting a thick load of his cream into her throat. The woman slid her lips all the way down his cock, and held her head there for a long time.
As Anita kept looking, she thought she was going to die. The ripping was really starting to feel more painful inside of her body.
The woman stood up a few seconds later, and began to lick her lips. There were a few drops of Tony's come leaking from the side of her mouth.
"I think you can turn it off now," Tony said to her, and the woman began to shake her head, then massage Tony's limp dick.
"Oh no. Really. You're such a pussycat. Why would you want to turn it off now? She hasn't even begun to pay for what she did. You just keep her sitting there for another half an hour, and she'll learn."
And as Anita heard this woman talking, she thought it was so freaky. This woman, Nan, seemed to be getting off on the whole scene more than anyone else.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wanda felt as if she was going to fall at any minute, and her whole body was just shivering with fear. If she were to fall, she knew that it would be a long drop down, and she was terrified.
She couldn't yet figure out how the poles that supported her was being supported, but she just hoped that they were steady.
Actually, there were three poles involved.
One crossed over the other two, and that middle one was the one her cunt was pressing right up against.
She could feel such pain as that pole caused her cunt lips to spread open, and pressed right up against her clit.
Her nipples were also feeling so sore. She could see the way they a small rope had been tied around each one, so tightly. Those ropes had been tied to one of the crisscrossed poles, and as she leaned back just a little, she knew that those nipple binding ropes kept her from falling all the way back.
She opened her mouth to scream, and then she heard someone screaming back.
"Just shut the fuck up, you bitch. Just shut your fucking mouth. We don't want to hear the way you're groaning. You've got nothing to groan about. You're nothing but some fucking cheating slut, so shut up."
She didn't know who was screaming up at her, but she thought she could make out that it was a female voice. She couldn't swear to it.
As Wanda's vision began to focus, and she found herself looking down at the people in this bar, she could see that there were many women.
She gasped when she noticed Jerry, for he was the man who had brought her to this place. He was also her husband, and she didn't know how much longer that was going to be the case. Not after something like this.
Jerry was almost naked now. His black-haired chest was gleaming with sweat, and as he stood there looking up at her and tugging on his hard cock, she saw the way some blonde girl walked over to him.
The blonde was totally naked, and as she moved toward Wanda's husband, she kissed him hard on the lips. Wanda could see all the passion behind that kiss, especially when the blonde started to stroke his cock.
She had never looked down at Jerry's dick from that angle, and she didn't really know if she liked what she was looking at. Still, there was nothing that she could do. He was looking up at her, as if he was furious with her.
To open her mouth and start screaming at him-to let him know how mad she was with him-would only make him more angry.
The blonde girl began to sink to her knees in front of Jerry, and Wanda could see the way the girl sucked his cock into her mouth. As she started to slide her lips up and down her husband's cock shaft, Jerry was looking around the room.
Wanda gasped when he laid his eyes on another redheaded girl. He beckoned for her to come nearer, and the redhead did.
As he started to kiss the redhead on the lips, he pulled his hand back and smashed it right down on her ass, hard. Wanda expected the girl to pull away, but instead, the girl just seemed to moan quite a bit.
When he smashed his hand against her ass again, Wanda had to gasp.
The redhead was not only enjoying that, but seemed to want to get him to do more for her. She reached for one of Jerry's hands and pulled it right between her legs.
From where she was hanging, above the whole room, Wanda could see the way Jerry was sliding his fingers in and out of the redhead's cunt. She was no longer kissing him, but she did start to moan loud. At first, she was just making moaning sounds, but then, she started to scream out.
"Yeah, slap my fucking ass, you big-dicked bastard. Slap it."
And Jerry started to slap her ass over and over again. It was quite obvious that the girl loved the way it felt then. She kept thrusting her cunt back and forth, but Wanda had the feeling that she was really trying to move her ass back, closer to Jerry's hand. Because the slapping was the thing that turned her on the most.
When she heard a lashing sound, she looked toward another part of the room.
There was another happening going on. Jerry had said the club would be exciting because it was a weekend night, but when he had told her that, she hadn't really known what he was talking about.
A club. She'd expected some music and some dancing. There was nothing like that in this kind of club. Nothing like that in Hellfire.
The lashing sound turned out to be a man whipping his wife's buttocks. Or maybe it was just a girl he knew. Wanda was assuming it was the man's wife, but it seemed like anyone could do anything with anyone else in this place.
The woman had black hair, and she was starting to crawl on her knees. As she began to move closer to someone else, Wanda could see that there was another brown-haired woman lying back-with her legs spread as wide as they could be.
The woman had her cunt lips spread wide with her own fingers, and she was looking at the one crawling toward her. She was licking her lips a little bit, too, and then, as the black-haired woman started to go down on the one with the brown hair, the one with the brown hair reached for the man's whip.
He offered it to her, quite willingly. She seemed to thrust her cunt up and down against the face of the other woman.
As she did, she started to lash her with the leather whip, maybe even harder than the man had been lashing her.
Wanda couldn't believe that a woman would be so evil. It was easy to believe that a man could be, but women were supposed to be tender.
"Yeah, use the fucking paddle now," she heard someone screaming out, and she looked back at her Jerry, and the blonde who was still sucking his cock.
The blonde was still going at it, but it was the redhead who was screaming out. Jerry was no longer fucking her cunt with his fingers and smashing his hand down against her ass. Instead, he was using a paddle, that looked something like a ping-pong paddle. The only thing was, there were these spikes on it.
He started to smash it down against her buttocks, over and over again, and the redhead still seemed to love it. Wanda could hear the way she was moaning, even when Jerry smashed the paddle down against her ass, then seemed to be rubbing it around.
She knew that the paddle's spikes had to be inside of the woman's flesh, and that Jerry had to be ripping at it, but the woman didn't care.
She was getting off on that kind of pain, and Jerry must have been getting off on it, too, because of the way he started to moan.
"Yeah, shoot that fucking load into her mouth,' the redhead began to moan, and Wanda knew that Jerry was about to come in the blonde's mouth. "Feed that fucking bitch's face. Feed her fucking face."
Jerry was thrusting even faster than he had been doing before, and the blonde didn't seem to care. Jerry didn't even have to hold her head-and she didn't pull her head back either. She was more than willing to have him come in her throat, at least from the looks of things, and as he started to shoot, he looked up at her.
"You fucking bitch," Wanda could see forming on his lips. He didn't speak loud enough for anyone to hear, but she could read his lips. "You fucking bitch. You just keep hanging up there, and you suffer."
She thought she was going to start crying again, but she bit her lower lip.
Since it was impossible to wipe the tears from her eyes, crying was a waste at the moment. She wouldn't be able to see anything if she was teary-eyed, and there was so much happening-so much that she couldn't believe, that she wanted to try and take in as much as she possibly could.
Jerry was thrusting his cock a little bit slower now, easing it in and out of the woman's mouth, and the blonde finally pulled her mouth back.
As she stood up, she saw that Jerry was looking up, and Wanda noticed the way the blonde looked right up at her, too.
She even started to smile a little bit, and Wanda couldn't believe that the blonde was doing that. Then, the blonde walked over to the woman with the brown-hair-the one was being eaten by the black-haired woman.
The black-haired woman was still down there lapping away, but the brown-haired woman looked up anyway.
She even started to smile a little bit, and then she pointed to Jerry.
Without hearing what they were saying, Wanda knew that the blonde was explaining things to the brown-haired woman.
She must have been telling her about Jerry, and about herself and why she was hanging up there from the ceiling.
When the brown-haired woman grabbed the black-haired woman's hair and yanked her head right away, she stood right up. Then, she walked over to Jerry and she began to talk to him. She slid her hand to his cock.
"What the hell are you doing down there?" Wanda screamed out. "You have to untie me. You have to let me go."
"Shut up, you bitch," she heard the brown-haired woman screaming at her. "Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth?"
"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me that way?"
Wanda couldn't believe it when the woman snapped the leather whip out at her. She would have thought that she was too far away, but the leather was long enough so that the very tip of it cracked against her buttocks.
She could feel the way the pain ripped through her ass. She was even sure that the woman had managed to rip her skin, but when she tried to turn her head to look, she couldn't. The ropes around her nipples just cut her too much.
The woman was still massaging Jerry's cock, and he seemed to be getting a little bit stiffer in her hand. As she slid her fingers to the slit of Jerry's cock, she began to rub the come drops all over.
"And you wasted all that time with that bitch?" Wanda could hear the woman asking.
She couldn't hear what Jerry was saying, but she did know that he was talking, only because of the way the woman kept nodding her head.
She paused for a second, then looked back up at her and smiled. There was something rather devilish about the smile.
And Wanda couldn't help but remember the name of the club outside. Hellfire.
"I think she's one of the most grotesque cunts that I've ever seen in my life," the woman said, and Wanda knew that she was purposely talking loud. "Why, if I had that cunt around, I'd try to think of any way I could to dispose of her. I think she should just be wiped off the face of the earth."
"I didn't do anything. He's lying. Whatever he says, he's lying."
"Oh?" the woman asked, and she looked right up at Wanda, and even started to walk a little bit closer. "That is exactly what your husband told me. You haven't done anything. For about the last three months."
It was true. Sex between Wanda and Jerry had just come to a standstill. The last few times he'd made it with her, he seemed to be quite brutal, and also discontent.
She, on the other hand, was bored. If he wasn't going to be nice, and put something into it other than pain, she just wouldn't let him.
He had told her he was taking her out on this night, and this was where he had taken her. Now, her whole body was wracked with pain.
She could hear the way the woman laughed a little bit, and then she walked toward the back of the bar. Wanda didn't see her for the next few seconds, but then, she returned, carrying a box of something with her.
She walked right over to Jerry, and he started to smile at her.
"Well, Wanda, maybe you should have been more considerate," he said to her. "Maybe you should have been much more considerate. Shit, this is the best time I've had in the longest time. You wouldn't put out."
"You cheated on me just now," Wanda began to cry.
She noticed the way a large crowd was starting to gather around as she and Jerry began to scream at each other. Of course, she could understand why. After all, the two of them were talking louder than anyone else.
She kept thinking that this was not the right time or place to talk about something like this, but she knew that Jerry would be angry if she told him to shut up.
But he kept talking to her, telling her that she was such a bitch, and that she was going to have to pay for it.
Wanda didn't notice that the brown-haired woman was walking around through the crowd of people. But she could see them all reaching into the box that the woman was holding out, and they all seemed to be smiling.
"Now you are going to suffer for being an intolerable bitch of a wife," he screamed out to her. "They're all going to help me."
Wanda didn't now what he was talking about, until she saw that he was holding a small dart in his hand. The point of it looked like it was sharp-and it was definitely made of some kind of steel.
He threw it right up at her, and it hit her right in the ass. As she opened her mouth to scream, because of the pain of the penetrating dart, she opened her eyes even wider, because she knew for sure.
They all had darts. The brown-haired woman had been passing them out. And they were all taking slow aim-getting ready to throw them. At least thirty people.
CHAPTER NINE
"I hear you're becoming a real regular there," Ron said to her, a few weeks later, as they were going over their latest issue.
"Is there anything wrong with that?" she asked him, and as she turned and looked at the expression on his face, she wished she knew him better.
Though he started to shake his head no, Nan was thinking that he really thought there was something wrong with it. He looked over her shoulder, then pointed to the placement of one of his photos, and shook his head.
"I think that would be better on page seven, Nan," he told her.
"You're just trying to change the subject, Ron. I know you. You do think that there's something wrong with my frequent trips to Hellfire. I don't even understand how you, of all people, could think that way. You introduced me to the place."
"And you realize that you're one of the only women they let take control there. I do hope you realize it, Nan."
"I know. I know. Don't keep reminding me. I know all that."
Ron had sensed a change in her during the last few weeks. Though she said she still liked it when a man tended to abuse her-or at least dominate her at the club-it seemed to him like she was really changing.
She seemed to be stronger, colder, more hostile. Almost as if she was turning into some kind of a dominatrix.
He had heard all about the dart game she'd played a few weeks earlier, and he thought there was something so sadistic about it.
Rick, the bartender, had let Ron know that she had been smiling with such pleasure as each dart had been hurled into the bound woman's flesh.
The two of them worked silently for a while, and when they were finished with the layout and she turned around, he moved his lips to hers and kissed her. He started to press his tongue into her mouth as hard as he possibly could.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her, lifted her, and carried her over to the couch in her office. He threw her down, and continued to be somewhat forceful as he told her he was going to fuck the hell out of her.
She was commanded to take off her skirt, and as she did, Ron noticed that she had taken to going without panties. When he'd first met her, she had worn those cotton panties, but Hellfire had changed all that.
She seemed to be getting more and more kinky, and he wondered if she was even aware of how far she was letting herself be taken.
Nan began to rub her pussy as Ron slid out of his pants. She was so sure that he was going to move his cock to her cunt, and was surprised when he reached for her hair and pulled her to a sitting position.
He slammed his dick right between her lips, as hard as he possibly could. She felt his hand moving to her pussy, and he began to massage her a little bit.
Ron could feel the way her cunt didn't respond too well. Of course, he remembered that once, she'd hated face fucking treatment such as this. But she had managed to get over her hate for it, really fast. It had happened her first night at Hellfire.
But then, because of her position at the magazine, and because of her interest, the men in the club had decided to let her try different things.
Ron would never forget that meeting where they sat around and talked about how a dominatrix could be a fun thing to have around.
There were a few men who came every so often looking to be dominated, so she could always do that. There were also a few women who needed a dominant woman to put them in their place, and Nan was great when it came to that.
But they had decided she would be the only woman they'd put in such a position. All the others were still there for abuse-for men to abuse.
Ron fucked her face even harder then, as he realized that she was not coming at all in her cunt. He looked down at her and saw the way she had her eyes closed.
"Come on you bitch," he said to her. "Once you loved the taste of a' thick cock moving in and out of your mouth. Once it made you fucking hot as hell. Why the hell doesn't it work for you this way anymore? Why?"
She tried not to think about it. She tried not to think about the kinky sex she'd gotten herself into. Sex so kinky that she just couldn't go back to the normal ways.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her across the face with it, and though it didn't turn her on, it didn't turn her off, either, and she was rather grateful about that. She could take anything-though only certain things really made her juices start to flow like crazy.
He slid between her legs then, and rubbed his cock over her cunt lips. As he rammed himself deep into her, she did feel her passions rising. A good hard cock in her pussy was quite a turn-on for her. It always had been.
Now, though, she needed her fucker to be strong and powerful, and Ron was ramming his cock in and out of her harder than he'd ever done it before.
She felt as if her clit was on fire, but it was the kind of fire that she loved.
Her cunt began to spasm around his cock over and over again, and when she felt him throbbing, he slowed down.
He slapped her face and her cunt spasmed a little bit.
Then, he moved his lips to hers and started to kiss her. At first, there seemed to be a kind of rage and passion behind his kissing. Then, the rage disappeared, and there was only a tender kind of passion.
Ron stopped ramming his cock in and out of her cunt as fast as he had been ramming it. She felt the way his strokes were soon gentle. His flesh no longer slapped against hers each time he rammed his way into her.
Instead, his crotch touched her hips lightly, and she moaned softly.
It was all a fake-the moan. Ron knew it. He felt the way her cunt just stopped flowing when he started to be more tender with her. The flow just came to an abrupt halt, and he couldn't believe it.
Her cunt didn't spasm again until he started to smash himself in and out of her at a powerful rate, and even then, he was moving his lips to her ear. He started to whisper softly, and though she liked his heated breath, she didn't like his words, nor the pitiful kind of tone in his voice.
"I'm so sorry, Nan," he began to say to her. "I'm so sorry. I wish that I'd never brought you to that place to begin with. I really do. I can see that you've changed so much. You're not the same as you used to be."
"No, you're wrong," she moaned back. "It just helped me to realize what I am. It just showed me what I was really into. I never would have known it."
"But you were content before you ever started to go there. You used to have a good sex life before you even went there. Didn't you?"
"It was all right," she said, and she could feel the way his cock began to throb a little bit inside of her. "Just fuck me faster and harder, and please stop talking. Ron, I don't want to talk about this anymore."
So he started to do what she said, though even as he fucked her and his flesh was slapping against hers, hard, he knew that she wasn't as turned on as she could possibly be. She had been during a hard fucking, before he started to talk to her.
He knew that she had to be thinking a lot. Thinking could always take away from the high of sex. Maybe she was thinking about what he said to her.
When his cock began to explode inside of her, she slid her hands up and down his back and moaned as loud as she possibly could. She felt her cunt spasming hard around him, and she loved the way her cunt seemed to suck the juices out of his cock.
Ron rested inside of her for a long time after he had come, and then he pulled himself out slowly, and stood up. He started to clean off his dick, and as he slid it back into his pants, he turned to her.
"So, you're going to Hellfire tonight?" he asked her, and she nodded. "I thought so."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Nan asked.
"Look, it can be fun on weekends. Maybe once or twice a month. But Nan, you've been going there almost every night for the last few weeks. That's bizarre."
"Ronald, don't go telling me how to run my life. Don't go telling me what to do and what not to do. I'm a grown woman."
And there was nothing more that he could say to her about it.
Nan kept thinking about the club all day, and hardly even realized how much she couldn't stop thinking about it. Nor did she realize how it had been on her mind almost all the time for the last few weeks.
When she got there that night, she said hello to the woman at the door, who just smiled at her. She knew Nan pretty well now, as Nan was a regular.
The brown-haired woman walked over to Rick and had him pour her a drink. Then, she could see a happening on the other side of the room.
Some man was starting to slap his black-haired wife around. The woman was only wearing a pair of panties, and Nan couldn't get over the size of the woman's tits.
They were larger than any tits she'd seen in some time.
Each time the dark-haired woman managed to pull herself to her feet, the man would slap her back down onto the floor again. As Nan watched, she could feel the way her cunt was starting to get wet. It was a turn-on for her.
The man's cock was hard in his pants. That much was evident. After slapping his wife for a little while longer, he pulled her by her large hair. He started to drag her toward a wooden pole, and when she began to scream, he reached for a gag. "Shut your fucking mouth," he said to her. "Just shut the fuck up, you bitch. I'm sick and fucking tired of your mouth."
She couldn't say anything because of the gag. Then, the man reached for a thick cord, and he started to criss-cross it around her breasts. He seemed to be pulling it nice and tight, so that her tits seemed to swell a little bit.
He wrapped the thick cord around her neck, then pushed her back against the wooden pole and wrapped it around there, too.
That way, of course, the woman could not pull away from the pole.
He ripped at her panties, ripping them right off, and he looked at her cunt. He got down on his knees in front of her and began to eat her pussy. Nan moved so that she could get a look at his tongue sliding in and out of the woman's cunt.
She did think that the whole thing was hot. She even pulled her skirt up and began to rub her cunt near the man's face.
As he pulled his mouth away from the bound woman's cunt, he looked at Nan, and he started to smile and lick his lips.
She moved right over to him and let him lick her pussy. His tongue worked her cunt over really well, working her clit fast. As he sucked it between his lips, he began to flick his tongue back and forth over the tip of it. Then, he even started to grind his teeth around it a little bit.
Nan had always hated it when a man did that. Or at least she had, until she had started going to Hellfire. She could put up with anything now, and as the man was grinding his teeth, she could feel some pain surging through her.
The bound black-haired girl began to mumble something into the gag, and even though Nan had no idea of what the girl was trying to say, it was easy to tell that she was jealous of the way the man was eating Nan.
Nan just slapped the bitch across the face, and the second her hand struck the other woman's face, she felt a tingle in her cunt.
The man began to suck harder on her, and Nan could feel him sucking the juices right out of her pussy. He seemed to let them slide right down his throat, and when he pulled his mouth back, there was cream dripping from his face.
"What did your bitch do wrong?" Nan asked, as the man began to stand up.
"Everything. Every fucking thing you can think about."
"Then you should punish her worse than you're already doing. Wait a second. I have something that would be perfect."
She reached into her bag, and pulled out a pair of pliers. As she handed them to the man, he realized how he could use them.
He slid his hand to one of the swollen tits on the bound woman, and began to squeeze the tit flesh as hard as he could.
Then, he moved the pliers to her nipple and clamped it tight. As he started to pull at it, the girl seemed to be in so much pain.
Nan watched, and as the girl was suffering, she kept thinking that the bitch deserved it. She also slid her hand to her cunt and began to massage herself rather fast, working her clit into a frenzy.
She just couldn't believe how much watching that bitch suffer turned her on. When the man let up on the pliers, Nan reached for them.
"You didn't really work them right. This is the way to do it."
She moved them back to the girl's breast, and as she caught the nipple between the prongs, she squeezed even harder. Then, she started to turn the pliers, almost the way you'd turn a screw. She could hear the way the girl was groaning louder and louder, and tears were even starting to flow down her cheeks.
"Yeah, make her suffer," the man said to Nan, and he began to pull his dick out. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, then moved closer to the bound woman. He started to slide it right into her.
As he did, Nan took a step back so she could see what he was doing from a better angle, and she looked at the woman's torn nipple.
She could see some blood, and when she looked at the pliers in her hand and realized that there was blood on them, something did hit her.
For a few seconds, she did think it was all too sick. She did think that it was all too bizarre, and she was letting herself go too far.
But then, the man pulled his cock out of the woman, and started to move toward Nan. She could see the way the cock shaft was covered with the woman's come, and it was glistening as it bobbed up and down.
Nan knew that he wanted to fuck her, and she leaned forward and held onto the wooden pole that the woman was tied to.
The man slid his cock into her pussy from behind. He grabbed her hips and clung to her rather brutishly, then started to slam his cock in and out of her pussy as fast as he possibly could. Nan's ass felt like it was on fire.
Each time his crotch slapped against her buttocks, it was as if he was smashing his hand right down on hen flesh, and her skin was tingling like crazy. She closed her eyes and the colors were spinning through her head.
When she felt him starting to throb inside of her, she could feel the way he was about to come, and she exploded within a few more seconds. He kept thrusting even as he was coming, and he slid one hand to her nipple.
"Yeah, you're my kind of woman," he moaned, pinching her nipple so hard, then starting to twist it. "My kind of fucking woman."
And that made her think. This man was a little bit sick. And if she was his kind of woman, that meant she was, too.
CHAPTER TEN
So she tried not to think about that for a long time. She even tried not to go to the club for the next few nights.
One night, she went to a regular bar, and she did have a-horrible time. Playing those stupid games to try to get a man to lay you were ridiculous, and she could tell that the men hated the games as much as she did.
She went to a movie one night after work, but kept thinking that after the movie she could run over to Hellfire.
Nan stayed away from the club for about three nights, but then, she knew she just had to go back there. She went late on a Friday night, and she saw so many things going on. Things that had turned her on once before.
Toward the front of the room, there was the most stunning looking blonde woman she had ever laid eyes on. It was easy to tell that the blonde had made herself up for the night, because her face make-up looked sensational.
The thing was, the girl was stripped naked, and tied against a wooden chair.
Then, someone had lit a candle on the table near where she was sitting. The candle was burning right under her breast, and when the flame started to flicker, it seemed to shoot right up and burn one of the blonde's nipples.
Nan thought that the blonde was so beautiful, that she seemed to be the kind of woman you'd want to make tender love to. As the blonde even spread her legs a little bit, and Nan could see the way the girl's cunt lips were wet, she decided that she was going to play passive pussy licker for a few minutes.
She got down on her knees between the girl's legs, and moved her mouth to the blonde's pussy. As she stuck her tongue out and tasted the sweet cream, she could see the way the girl looked down at her.
"Ooh, that feels nice," the girl began to moan. "That feels so nice."
Nan started to flick the blonde's clit back and forth, and as she did it rather gently, she heard the girl moaning a little bit lower. Then,, the girl seemed to stop moaning all together, and Nan looked up.
"You have to do it harder. You have to lick me harder. Bite me."
Nan couldn't believe that this girl wanted to be abused this way, but she did what the blonde wanted. She spread her cunt lips as wide as she could, then manipulated the girl's clit between her lips.
She started to bite right into it, and the girl was moaning really loud. She even thrust her pussy up and down against Nan's face, fast and hard.
Nan looked up again a few seconds later, and saw the way some handsome brown-haired man had walked near the blonde. He held the candle up a little bit higher so that it was actually making direct contact with her nipple.
The girl started to flow like a goddamn flood, and Nan was so confused then.
The brown-haired man's naked hard cock was sticking right up. He moved it toward the blonde's mouth and began to rub it against her lips.
As she opened her mouth to suck it in, he slid his hand behind her head and started to ram his cock in and out of her mouth. She was choking on it each time he rammed it in all the way, but she didn't seem to mind.
Her cunt just kept spasming over and over again under Nan's touch.
Soon, she felt someone moving behind her. She wanted to pull her mouth away from the blonde girl's pussy, but she could feel the way the brown-haired man was holding her head down so that she couldn't.
Someone behind her was pulling her skirt up, then rubbing his cock against her cunt from behind. She felt him sliding it right into her, and though she did like the pleasure that started to surge through her, she did keep thinking that something had to be wrong. She wasn't as turned on as always.
She could not stop thinking that it was all so sick.
Once, she'd been able to let herself get involved in things like this-just going with the flow, as the saying went.
Now, though she was turned on by the taste of pussy, and the look of the blonde's mouth with that cock moving in and out of it, and the feeling of the cock that was moving in and out of her own pussy, she couldn't stop thinking.
It was all so sick. People shouldn't be doing things like that.
She bit harder into the blonde's clit, and the girl just let out a screaming moan around the cock in her mouth.
Nan could feel the way the cunt spasmed harder. Then, the man fucking her slid his fingers around and began to massage her clit. He squeezed it rather hard, and she felt her own juices flowing pretty steadily.
The cock inside of her pussy began to throb really hard, and then she felt the way the cream began to fill her. She could hear the man moaning from behind, and his cock throbs were just incredible. They seemed to be spreading her cunt walls wide.
"Yeah, you are such a hot fuck, Nan," she heard a voice say.
When she was able to pull her mouth away from the blonde's pussy, after the man with the brown hair let up on the back of her head, she turned.
She could see that it was Tom, the handsome man with the big dick. Like always, he was wearing his leather vest and boots, and nothing else. He started to pull his cock right out of her cunt, and she saw her cream on it.
She watched as he just stood up and walked toward another part of the room. Some bitch was bound to a leather sling, with her legs raised high. Nan saw the way Tom just smashed his cock into the bitch's asshole.
Nan stood up and moved toward him then. As she looked at his face, she could see the way he had his eyes closed. He was also licking his lips. She moved behind him and rubbed her hand over his ass cheeks, which dripped with sweat.
"Is it really still that good?" she asked him, and he opened his eyes and looked at her, almost as if he was surprised that she had followed him.
"What do you mean?" he asked her. "Of course it is."
"You mean you're turned on fucking this girl? Fucking this ass, rather? You don't even know who she is. You don't know a thing about her."
"Hey, Nan, I don't know what the fuck you're on tonight, but don't you start bringing me down. No fucking way."
"But Tom, it all seems so senseless," she said to him. "The whole thing all seems so senseless. All this nameless, brutal sex. It's crazy."
He pulled his hand back then and slapped her hard across the face. When she felt the cracking against her skin, she moved her hand there. For a second, she was outraged, and wanted to smash her hand back across his face.
But then he smiled, and ran his tongue over his lips.
"Hey, I'm just trying to slap some sense into you. Don't talk that way."
She moved away from him, stepping back. She kept her eyes on his golden cock as he continued to fuck the girl in the sling.
Then she heard another loud cracking sound, and noticed some redheaded bitch tied to the two poles, her arms spread wide.
One man was whipping her from behind, and as he started to move closer to her, he dropped the whip on the floor. He began to rub his cock against her asshole, and he slid himself right into her.
At the same time, another man was approaching the bound redhead from the front, and Nan moved so she could see him sliding into the woman's cunt.
Both of them were thrusting so fast and hard and both were grunting like animals. Each time they thrust in there was a loud sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Nan took a long time looking at the bound girl's face.
The girl seemed to be completely expressionless. Nan wondered if the girl was enjoying what was going on. Some girls liked to be used. Others didn't have an opinion one way or the other. And some just loved it.
