At thirty-three years old you don't think about what the youth of America has happening for it. You just face life as it comes. Little did I know when I reserved that small, funny house up at Cape Cod for the summer vacation I had coming at me, that I was getting involved with the youth of America to a much larger degree that would have been any realization I could have possibly had anywhere along the line.
It was a small cozy place along by the sea shore and nice waves breaking and the only thing in sight was a sort of a broken down hut that looked a little bigger than a broken down hut will ever look like but I wasn't sweating it at the time. I was just interested in some privacy and to get away from the workaday world, which I suppose most people try to escape from in the same sort of a way. It's pretty tough to accumulate the kind of fortune that I managed to accumulate at age thirty-three and enjoy it in some kind of privacy without having phones ringing, chauffeurs bugging you, maids and butlers and all kinds of other people like that trying to tell you things that you should be doing, should have been doing or ought to want to be doing, except by running away. My solution was to do just that.
I called the little house at Cape Cod Rafer's Inn. The reason I did that was my name is Rafer and what better place to look at and say, "That's my Inn." Of course, I rented the place in the middle of the winter-you could say it was in the middle of January to be exact, having no idea what it would look like in the summer except for the fact that it just looked like lots of sun, lots of sand and lots of fun and peace and tranquility. A place I could get away from my business and do a little thinking that perhaps I should have been doing during the course of the business year. The last thing on my mind was any kind of extra-curricular activities other than the peace that the ocean, the sand and the beautiful sun might bring to me this coming summer. But that was all six months away and none of it was occupying my mind at that moment.
So I put the $2000 into the hand of the real-estate agent and said, "Thanks a lot, Hank. I'll be seeing you around the end of June."
He said, "Same to you, Rafe. Lot's of luck with the house and I'm sure you'll find some interesting things happening around this area. After all, it's pretty damn secluded."
June rolled around pretty quick and I grabbed the Caddy convertible and swept out of New York and just took a fast drive up to the Cape and checked into my little old inn.
I got about three steps inside the door and there was a little bit of a sound in the back bedroom that made me pretty damn nervous. It sounded like somebody had broken in. I didn't want to feel too much like Dick Tracy, but I don't really relish the idea of coming up to a place that's as secluded as this one was, planning to spend the summer up there and finding that somebody had already broken in before I'd even arrived. So nice and quiet 'cause the sun was setting and it looked like there wasn't too much light in the place, I sorta sneaked back to that room real quiet-like and easy and took a nice long look in through the door. The sun was just about setting behind that window and it silhouetted what looked to me like one of the best looking babes I had ever seen in my life. Standing right in the middle of that back bedroom with nothing more on than a couple of bandannas and a prayer. You would think she would have jumped up when I hit that doorway and sort of looked at her with a surprised glance, but she was just as calm as ever. Turned around, saw me and said, "What's happening, man?"
I figured I must have been deaf or I wasn't hearing right but chicks just don't break into your pad, hang around in a bikini like that one and look up at you when you walk in having never seen you before and say, "What's happening, man." I figured there had to be a little bit more than that happening in terms of her "What's happening," so I said, "What the hell are you doing here and who the hell are you?"
For openers, she slipped her hands behind her back, undid the top of her bikini and just let it drop on the floor in front of me and said, "Do you want to ask that question again?"
"I don't think I wanna ask anything," I said as I took a couple of steps toward her.
I thought when I started moving in that direction she'd begin to move back, but I was wrong as I had been since I entered the house. She just stood there with those big, beautiful breasts swinging in front of my face and said, "Come and get it."
I was sure my eyes and ears were playing tricks on me so I guess I had nothing to lose by trying my hands at it. She just melted right into my arms as I slid my hands around her back and ran them up and down over those beautiful flanks that curved out in a way that I can't describe because you'd have had to been there to touch them.
My right hand slipped right inside the bottom of the bikini along the crack of her ass and I'm telling you, I have not seen anything like this in a long time.
As I held one of her buttocks in one hand and a breast in the other one and said to her, "What a beautiful way to meet," I thought to myself, where did this chick come from.
She blew hot breath into my ear and said, "What's the difference," and I kind of figured, she's right. What is the difference.
Then it hit me. This chick had the body of a fifteen year old. Aside from the fact that I had a hard-on about as big as you can get and I was getting ready to fuck the living hell out of this broad I figured I might as well make one attempt at finding out if I was legal or not, and I muffled into her neck as I bit her, saying, "How old are you, honey?"
She replied, "You'll find out as soon as you get inside that pussy."
This kind of reasoning is the kind you just don't argue with, you sort of go ahead and try it out.
The bottom of her bikini came off of my hands just as though it never existed as I gave it one good tug. The top was already on the floor and one of her hands was already inside my belt, slipping around my groin looking to get my fly open without any more ado.
I said, "Let me help you."
She said, "Forget it!" and slipped down onto her knees and put her two hands to work at my belt buckle while I held the back of her head in my hands and rubbed the base of her neck. While she was undoing my belt she looked up at me with those big beautiful blue eyes and said, "You're gonna have something new."
I said "How would you know what's new to me?"
"Baby you haven't lived until you've had it in Cape Cod."
The next thing I knew, I felt pretty foolish as my pants began to slip down around my legs and she reached inside of my jockey shorts and grabbed ahold of my cock with both hands. There are times when you feel a little bit silly. This was one of them, standing there with my shirt tails with a beautiful little doll on her knees holding my big cock right next to her lips and kissing it very gently and easy and murmuring a few things that I couldn't really hear 'cause I didn't want to. Then die opened her hot juicy lips and slid them around the tip of my cock and worked her tongue all around the front of it and I almost let it go right then. I decided to hang in there, though, because this was no time to give it up-it was too quick and too soon and might make her feel too sure of herself. With an enormous effort, I held back from coming as the chick slowly devoured my cock with her mouth, rounded her Ups up beautifully in front of her teeth and moved that mouth up and back along my prick, down the side and started to work on my balls just about as beautifully as die was working on my cock.
The last time I had a blow job like this was when I was in the Navy and got into the Casba illegally and damn near got killed. After around two and a half minutes I couldn't take it anymore and she kept sucking hard on that cock and had one hand right around the base of my asshole and was tickling the hell out of me back there and making me squirm in full next to her mouth down there, shoving my cock down her throat. The harder I shoved, the more she moaned. Just as I was ready to come, she began to squeeze and twist my balls real gentle like and shove one finger right up my ass and as I came I saw her eyelids flutter with nervousness and try to suck every drop my body could give.
I found myself slipping to the floor with her and I found her slipping on top of me, trying to keep that hard-on big even after I gave every last drop of come I could into her mouth. She started to bite me all over my stomach and on my chest and on the nipples of my own breasts. That hard-on just didn't quit that easy. It stayed right up there.
This chick was somethin' else. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. As she climbed up on top of my body in a sitting position, put that pussy right on top of that half hard cock and began to rotate that box around like I have never been fucked before. Every drop of juice looked like it was going to bust right out of my body and I had just come about two minutes ago.
While she was busy fucking all over me I looked up at her and said, "What's your name, honey?"
She just moaned and moaned, saying, "Not now, later big boy."
My knees went up off the bed and began to vibrate after about the sixteenth shove that she gave down on my cock and all of a sudden I felt everything go out on me. My ass came right up off the floor and I vibrated. The more I vibrated, the more she screamed and I grabbed ahold of those two tits and twisted for all I was worth and I saw the black and blue marks forming as I was twisting. The harder I twisted, the more she moaned, the better she liked it. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was just about finished coming as she kept yelling at me, "Keep shoving, keep shoving! I'm not through yet!"
I said, "Baby, you're not ever gonna be through!"
And as she flattened her whole body along mine, I kept my cock ensheathed in that cunt and kept moving like a little bastard. I had come twice and figured that my cock would just about be bent down to nothing. I was no teenager any more. But this chick kept right on coming. She breathed in my ear and bit my neck and kept her one hand under my balls and kept massaging the hell out of me, running her fingernails which were sharp as hell in and out of my thighs, down around my ass and tweaking the nipples of my tits. And I began to feel just like I was a broad in some man's arms. I couldn't believe it was possible for me to come again within that small ten-minute period, but she slowly slid down with those beautiful lips and wrapped them around the front of my cock and began working them up and down again. This time she had her finger up my ass and the other one was scratching my chest, rubbing my groin and playing with my balls intermittently.
She sucked harder than any chick I'd ever met ever could have sucked and for the third time I gave forth until the come began to spew out of the sides of her mouth and she licked up every drop, drained my cock dry and kept on sucking until there was nothing left but a one and a half inch limpid piece of nothing.
She looked up at me and said, "You ready to go again?"
I laughed an exhausted and ridiculous laugh and said, "What's your name, honey?"
"I call myself Vickie and when I come down off this high, you're really gonna start to appreciate me. Need company for the summer?"
I found myself mad and disgusted and almost barked back at her and said, "Not really, I came up here to get away from it all."
"You call what we just got through doing it all," she asked.
"Tell me one thing, pussycat. Just how old are you?"
I damn near went through the window as she stood there with her hands on her hips and tits hanging down beautifully pendulous breasts and said with a defiant look on her face, "Fifteen."
The cops are going to finish me off for this, I thought to myself and I grabbed hold of her and her two pieces of bikini, put them in her hands and shoved her in the bathroom and yelled to her through the door, "Get dressed!"
"Not till I shower," I heard her yell through the door.
I said, "Don't you shower. Get the hell out of this house! Get those clothes on, if you wanna call them that, and stay out!"
I was mad, stupefied and felt like a ridiculous idiot having thought about what had just done with a fifteen year old and what would happen to me if the cops ever caught it.
Vickie, you little maniac, I thought to myself. I heard the shower go on in there and I heard this young little snot-nose type chick, singing away just like nothing had ever happened. I figured if I rapped her in the mouth she might tell the law or her parents or somebody that could get me into real bad trouble about what we had just done and I figured, what the hell am I sweating, there's no witnesses around here, I got big bread, I'm a big businessman. But what a scandal this would make if I wasn't careful.
I opened the door and saw the shower curtain swinging up and back and got a shot of the body standing behind it in a silhouette from the light that hung overhead got the hots just thinking about what we had been through.
As she hummed, she whispered over the shower, "C'mon, big shot, I got something new I'd like to show you. I won't even make you bend down for the soap."
For some ridiculous reason I hadn't put my pants back on. The only thing that was left was my shirt and the one thing I felt like I needed was a shower, but definitely not with a fifteen year old.
"I'm gonna stay in here all day long unless you come in and get me out."
"It's night time," I reminded her. I said, "You're not staying there all night if I have to come in there and rap you in the mouth and throw you the hell outta here."
She laughed and said, "That sounds like a lot of fun. Why don't you try it?"
I'd had all I could take and I stepped up to the shower and swung the curtains open and there she stood. I'd say she measured around a 38 around the top, 22 around the middle and 37 around the most beautiful pair of hips I'd ever seen.
She was soaping herself particularly between the legs and around the crotch area and looked up, demurely smiling, just like a little water nymph caught at play in the spring.
I said, "You're the most mature fifteen year old I've ever seen in my life."
She said, "Mister, you're just old. All fifteen year olds are like me, you just gotta look around a little bit. C'mon, take a shower with me, even if this is the last time we get together," she kept urging and urging.
I couldn't take the pressure. My cock was standing about eight inches away from my body and I just couldn't get rid of that hard-on.
She grabbed ahold of my hand and pulled me toward the shower and I found myself jumping over the edge of the tub into the shower with her, pulling the curtain closed.
She literally tore the shirt off my back and reached down for my cock with her hand and began to work soap all around it. Those hot hands with the soft soap rubbing around made my cock so stiff it began to throb. I was hurting from the last three times only five minutes ago and didn't think I was really ready to go yet. But I'd never been grabbed ahold of by a fifteen year old in a shower with hot soapy hands.
She bent her head down on my chest and took one of my nipples in her mouth and began to suck on it and wiggle it round between her teeth. I found myself grabbing for her ass and pulling her in real tight and close t o me. She kept one soapy hand working around my cock and balls and the other hand slid around to the back of me. Her index finger went right up my ass again. I don't know why that combination got me, but I just couldn't take the pressure. I began to ejaculate.
The minute she saw the come begin to come up from my dick, she dropped down on her knees and took it in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could on it. She moved her mouth all around my cock, around the tip of it, using her tongue, licking at every drop that came out and swallowing everything she could.
Her finger never left my ass and her other hand held my balls and squeezed them gently every time I spurted. She bit, scratched and squeezed and grabbed and didn't want anything for herself, just to grab every drop of come that came from my cock.
Then she stood up and looked at me and said, "I want you to have something you've never had before. Now do everything that I tell you and you'll be the happiest man alive."
"I don't know about being the happiest man alive," I said, "but I'm sure getting tired."
"Ain't it the greatest? What a way to go," she said.
I couldn't imagine what she had in mind but she took that soap off the bar again and put it all around my cock and really soaped it up good. Got a whole lather worked up around my cock and balls and I found myself as hard as a stallion in heat.
She said, "I want it up the ass and I want it there now. You're gonna feel the tightest hole you've ever been in."
I told myself this all couldn't be the truth. This couldn't be happening. Thirty-three year old Rafe with fifteen year old Vickie, about to fuck this little chick in the ass. The only place I'd ever got this action was from whores and it wasn't too pleasurable for them.
She had my prick lathered up real good and handed me the soap and asked me to work it in d out of her asshole and get it nice and greased up so there wouldn't be any problem getting in.
I bent her over my knee and die just lay there like a limpid beautiful doll as I took the soap and worked it in and out of her asshole. It wouldn't reach very far in 'cause it was too big, so I soaped up my index finger and stuck it right in there and slid it right up that beautiful pink puckering hole.
The first time I slid it in she let out a gasp and just vibrated and trembled all over her body. Her nipples stood out firm and gooseflesh raised all around them. She was as excited as I'd ever seen anybody.
In spite of it all she had the guts to look at my face and say, "Ain't no fixation Freud, you know."
I was fascinated by putting my finger in and out of that beautiful hole. Each time I did so, she reacted like I was fucking the devil out of her.
"That's enough," she said. "Get that cock in there! I want it now!"
I stood her up and she put her hands on the wall and bent toward me as I slipped my cock into the crack between those two wonderful cheeks. The softness inside of those cheeks just turned me on so fierce, I couldn't believe it.
I slowly introduced my cock which was standing on end into that beautiful, tight hole. Even with all the lubrication the soap had done, it didn't move that easily. But I shoved and shoved and shoved until I had it in to the hilt. And the girl just stood there on her two legs with her arms against the wall outstretched, bent over and moved and moved and every time she moved I couldn't take the pressure on my cock.
My balls began to twitch from the pressure, but I never moved it out from that hilt. She twisted and grinded and every time she twisted I twisted. Between the two of us we were tearing off one of the wildest pieces I'd ever had in my life.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me," she hollered as I kept shoving and pushing and shoving and pushing. As I began to come, she said, "Grab my tits, grab my tits," and I reached around up the top of her body and grabbed those two pendulous breasts and squeezed them and stroked them and pulled the nipples gently and tugged at her and shoved and pushed and shoved.
When I finished I withdrew my cock from that tight hole and she knew that she just was not quite through and turned around and said, "Please finish me off. Kiss me there, kiss me there."
I dropped to my knees and put my tongue right on that clit and started to suck and bite and tweak with my mouth. This broad had me finished and I was still hot as a pistol. My tongue stayed in that beautiful little almost-virgin hole and licked around until I felt the orgasm coming through her body and the cream began to pour from the insides. The whole lips of her vagina were smooth as could be and they were beautiful and the sweetness of it all was more than I could stand.
When she finally completed her orgasm she slipped to the tub and the two of us laying there being cooled off almost by a hot shower.
She said, "Now I can leave."
I thought to myself, now you better leave or I may die of a heart attack this very night.
CHAPTER TWO
Well, Sunday night had been a gas and Monday morning promised to be more fun.
When I had let Vickie out of the house she disappeared into the blackness of night and my own preoccupation with the events of the past hour stopped me from asking her where she came from, why she was in my pad and what the hell she was going to do when she went out into the blackness of that night and where die was gonna sleep and all those kind of questions that you ask when you think. I sure as hell was not thinking at that point.
I found myself looking for her on Monday morning as I stepped down to the beach and looked at the golden sand gleaming off the beautiful sun that had risen about an hour or two before I rose. I imagined that it was all probably a dream and if it wasn't for the come stained rug in the bedroom I would have been sure.
However, I took some papers out on the beach with me, got the chair off about twenty feet in front of the house which was sitting about a hundred feet from the ocean and lay down with my trunks on and began to read over some papers and think about it. I just couldn't concentrate on my work. However, there wasn't a sound on the beach and everything looked dead. I glanced over at the old hut that was around fifty yards away from my house and saw no signs of any activity. The windows looked like they were boarded up. It looked like absolutely nobody was inside or around there for at least ten years.
The one thing that was missing was a nice Bacardi cocktail so I got up to go back into the house and get one. I left my briefcase on the chair and stepped inside the porch and went to the ice-box which was pretty badly stocked. However, there was enough to mix drinks and enough cubes in the refrigerator to enjoy myself for the rest of that day before I had to go down to the town to get some victuals to last me for a couple of days. Food wasn't really on my mind. After that session Sunday night, I just started to think that I might convert to being a fifteen year old chaser.
Trying to get Vickie out of your mind was like trying to get molasses out of your hair if somebody poured them on top of your head. I couldn't believe myself. A thirty-three year old, the head of a major corporation in the city of New York, playing around with a fifteen year old broad and not being able to get her out of my mind after I'd just gotten through playing around with her.
I thought back to my early days of reading the Marquis de Sade and all the great descriptions of sexual history with teenagers and thinking to myself, My God! What a ridiculous thing that is. None of it was so ridiculous, as I noted that Monday morning after having spent Sunday night doing what I was doing.
Three more Bacardi cocktails later and about the noon hour, I decided there was no activity around here and I just couldn't take the pressure of the anticlimactic feeling I had looking at business papers after Sunday night.
I decided to go into town and find out where the fifteen year olds were hanging around. The real reason I guess, was Vickie.
I went inside the house, put on a pair of slacks and one of my T-shirts and figured that was enough dress. Grabbed a pair of sandals, hopped into the Caddy and started the car up. I headed for town on Highway 7 at around seventy miles an hour, almost wishing a cop would stop me, throw me in jail for speeding and bring me back to reality.
This summer had started out with a real bang, and one I wasn't sure I could handle. But one I knew I wanted to try to handle one more time.
I reached Manor Village in around seventeen minutes flat. There wasn't a hell of a lot to the town. A general store, a drugstore, a cleaner, a butcher-the normal junk that you find in these trashy little towns.
The local citizenry was out in all its glory and the broads all looked like full-blown farm girls that needed glasses and couldn't afford to wear them 'cause they were all squinting. I figured if this is the local town, I can forget action in it.
I went into the general store and stocked up on the kind of victuals I thought would be necessary to sack into the cabin for about six months. In reality, I bought about two weeks worth. I asked where the local liquor shop was and nobody in the general store let the opportunity slide by to turn around and say, "Right around the corner."
That's one thing it looked like everybody in this damned town knew. I bought around sixty-five dollars worth of liquor and threw that in the back of the Caddy. I guess I caused the whole town to get shook up because it looked like my '68 Caddy was the only thing new in that whole damn town and as I drove through, everybody looked up at me as though I was the governor of the state. I thought this was big-time Vacationsville, but I guess it was really Pisspotsville, U.S.A. I drove real slow going through town, looking around to see if there were any decent looking broads and I saw absolutely nothing that looked anything like what I had had the night before.
I was frustrated, and that was about the size of it.
CHAPTER THREE
I was really feeling bored when I pulled back to the cabin in the Caddy. It was around two-thirty in the afternoon and the only prospect left was sunbathing, swimming and paper work. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't had the kind of adventure I'd had the night before. I found myself walking through the door with a big hard-on in anticipation of finding by beautiful little fifteen year old nymphomaniac there. Much to my disappointment there was nobody there but a couple of pieces of dirt that had been laying around that needed some picking up.
I figured what the hell, I'd make myself a drink and then go out and lay in the sun some more and pray that some beautiful broad like the one that was there last night would show up again. You could sort of say the whole deal was turning into an obsession.
I took my rum collins and went out to the beach and lay down there in my bathing suit and felt the warm sun beating down on my chest. I guess I fell asleep that way because about an hour later I woke up and felt like I had a tremendous hard-on. I suppose you could sleep through a hard-on provided that there isn't some great looking chick's hand inside your bathing suit working it up.
I found myself looking up into Vickie's face as she was laughing with a beautiful nymphie-type smile.
"This is the hard way to get up," she whispered in my ear.
The thing that seemed so damn strange was that I knew she was sitting next to me, I knew her hand was inside of my bathing suit. What I didn't know was why I didn't feel the sun beating down on me. I looked up and saw that there was another girl standing right behind where Vickie was sitting, blocking out the sun, looking down at me. Her hair formed a silhouette against the sun and I saw that it was long and straight and groovy looking.
"Meet Jan," Vickie said.
"If you can get your hand out of my suit so that I can stand up long enough to look at her and be polite...."
"You can stand up, but I'm not taking my hand out from where it is, honey."
I don't know how many of you have ever tried to stand up with a hand inside the front of your bathing suit holding onto your cock, but it's not the easiest thing in the world. When I finally did get up I saw Jan was a redhead, and a laughing redhead at that. Her first remark was a stunner. "Cat got your cock, honey?"
With that one the three of us went inside the house to get out of the public's eye. Vickie was telling Jan all that had happened the night before, to the disbelief of my two ears as we stepped inside the porch...."and my ass got the sweetest fucking it's ever had in its life, honey," she said to Jan as I went inside to mix drinks for all three of us.
It seemed I had forgotten I was dealing with a fifteen year old.
"Would you like a ginger ale or a coke," I said to Vickie.
"No thanks, I've already had mine."
I turned to Jan and asked her if she wanted anything.
She said, "No. Booze wouldn't mix good with what I've got on now. It's quite a jag."
"Tell me one thing," I said to Vickie. "Where are you living and how's it so convenient for you to drop in when I least expect anybody?"
"We're in that old shack down there a hundred and fifty feet or so away from your cabin," she said.
"That thing looks deserted."
"Promise me something, Rafe."
I asked her what that was.
"Please don't come over there unless you ever let me know that you want to see me in advance and I'll come to you. Please don't come over there."
I felt after all she had done for me, it was the least I could do to promise her that I would not invade the privacy of that broken down, desolate looking thing they called a home.
"Who are you living with over there," I asked Jan.
"Just a group of us kids who went away for the summer."
"How about your parents," I asked, like a true square.
"Are you kidding," Vickie said. "If my parents knew where I was they'd have me shot!"
"That surely would be a waste," I replied.
Jan said to Vickie, "We didn't come over here to bullshit around, did we?"
Vickie said, "No, we have better things on our minds. Rafe, there's a few things we want to teach you about today's teenagers. It's fairly obvious you don't know anything about us."
"I'm not sure I'm ready to learn all that stuff, Vickie. You people come on pretty strong."
"Well, give us an hour of your time and you can make a decision."
"Sounds fair enough. What do you have in mind?"
"Jan, lock that door," Vickie said.
Jan went over to the door and threw the bolt on. She also went around the house oddly enough, closing all the shades and locking all the windows. I couldn't imagine what these chicks had in mind.
"In order to get things off the ground properly," Vickie said, "the first thing we have to do is make sure that you're willing to cooperate with the experiment, right?"
All kinds of visions were going through my mind. What could I do with these two chicks. Jan didn't look a hell of a lot older than Vickie and I was getting pretty nervous about this kind of action. Imagine if one of these broads got knocked up. Then I thought to myself, well, today's teenagers are so clued into that pill there isn't much sense sweating that.
Now for the first time while we were in the house I began to take in what Jan looked like. Vickie, being about 5' 6" was a little shorter than Jan. I'd say Jan was about five foot nine. She had that red hair that you very often see on glamorous Hollywood types. It was real dark and flowed beautifully straight right down to the middle of her back. Her shoulders were fairly normal and everything else was too until you got down to those two breasts. This girl was probably a 36D. I could put my head between those and just lay there for the rest of my life, I thought to myself as I looked at them.
Jan caught the look I was giving her too out of the comer of her eye because a slight smirk developed on one side of her mouth. But then she got a quick, tough look on her face and turned away. That's when I got a good look at her ass. She's a little on the heavy side, but there's nothing like plump cheeks to have fun with. When she walked, each one moved individually with every step she took. I'd figure her for about 37-23-38 Her thighs were just a little plumper than they ought to be, tapering down into very beautiful calves and her feet were small and very sexy looking. All in all, I'd say anybody would want to tumble on the hay with this chick.
"These are the rules," Vickie said. "We can do anything we want to you. We'll make you do anything we want you to do to us and you can't do anything you want to do. If you want to play by those rules, we play. If not, we're gonna leave because that's the only kind of game we like during the daytime. At night we reverse the roles as you'll find out."
The whole thing sounded rather hocus-pocusy to me and I didn't like the whole idea of putting myself at the mercy of these two youngsters. But I figured, how much harm can they do and look at all the good it might do.
"What do you want me to do," I asked.
"Well, the first thing we're gonna do is tie your hands to the upper part of the bed."
That got me nervous right away. "What's the next thing," I asked.
"You can find that out after we have your hands tied, chicken."
"I don't know if I have any rope around," I said.
"You don't need it, we brought our own." And with that Jan produced out of a little pocketbook she was carrying-a sort of a clutch-type bag-two pieces of rawhide leather that looked about as petite as a Sherman tank.
"This is a little too premeditative for me, I think," I said to Vickie.
"That's the beauty of it," she said, "and look down between your legs and see what you think of it."
She was right. My cock was as stiff as a board. My balls were tingling with expectation at the idea of being handled by these two young girls. Where they got those bodies at that age was beyond me. But I really shouldn't be sweating that now in this situation, should I?
"Okay, I'll play your game, but I'm not sure I'm gonna like it."
"We're not sure either, but what other kind of game is there?"
As I lay down on the bed I began to regret my actions already. But I didn't think about it. Vickie took one hand and put it up by the bedpost. She tied it firmly with the rawhide and put a knot in it that began to eat into my wrist.
Jan was even tougher than Vickie in terms of putting my wrist in such a position that I could hardly move that whole arm. And she tightened that rawhide up so good that I really felt like I was in a prisoner-of-war camp instead of in a vacation bedroom up on the beach in Cape Cod.
"Let's give him a de Sade delight first," said Vickie to Jan.
"No, I think we'll just give him some slight torture; enough to get him worked up real good," said Jan.
"Okay," Vickie said. "Let's get some implements."
They both left the room. I heard the water running in the bathroom. I felt like a helpless idiot, except my legs were loose and I felt pretty good about that, thinking to myself that if they ever really did anything that I didn't care for, I could always kick their teeth in and get loose somehow.
They came back with two big jars of water and two bars of soap and two washcloths. Then I saw Jan produce two more longer pieces of rawhide. They each grabbed a leg and the next thing I know my legs were getting tied to the bedposts and there went the first idea I had. They didn't like that, so I began to struggle.
"Don't fight it," Jan said. "You can't win at this point, it's too late."
I realized she was right when I tried to move my hands because she jumped up and sat down on one of my legs and Vickie jumped up and sat down on the other one and in about three minutes I was tied like a pig, spread eagled on the bed with nothing on but my trunks. At least I was on my back and I could see what they were doing by raising my head.
Jan produced a razor blade in her right hand and said, "Well, here comes the beginning, big-shot."
"Careful what you do with that, kid. I only have one love life to lead."
"I wouldn't cut anything off that, precious," Jan said to me as she slit the trunks right off my body with that razor blade, pulled the material away from it and said, "Now you're the way we like you."
Interestingly enough, I found while I was laying there trussed up like a fool I had a hard-on about as big as I could get.
Jan took the remains of the trunk and rolled them up in a sort of a long funnel-type shape and she put her face real close to mine and whispered in my ear, "Do you love me?"
I looked up at her and said, "You're putting me on!"
Then she did something I wasn't expecting. She dipped those trunks into one of those jars of hot water, took them out, rolled them up the way they were and rapped me across the face. I found the sting almost an unbearable smash.
I'd been in some pretty good bar fights and I never felt force like I felt at that moment when those wet trunks went singing across my face. And I knew that there was going to be a mark on that side of my cheek.
Vickie said, "Take it easy, Jan. There's only one of him."
Jan said, "Remember Vick, there's two of us. And we've got a long way to go before we're through with old Rafe. You're pretty old Rafe.
We're just giving you a break 'cause we think you're kind of cute and your cock is beautiful." They were beginning to be a little more forceful than I expected.
Jan leaned forward again and whispered in my ear once more, "Do you love me?"
This time I thought before I answered. This was like dog training. I looked up at her and said, "Fuck you, honey!"
Now Vickie swung with all her might and hit me across the face with her open hand. A stinging slap that resounded throughout the whole room.
"We're gonna teach you some respect, Rafe, and you're gonna learn it fast or we're gonna really beat you to a pulp."
My head was spinning from the trunks having hit me and that smack across the mouth and I was starting to get a little pissed off at these two bitches. If I could only get loose, I thought, I'd break every fuckin' bone in their bodies.
But I wasn't going to get loose that fast. That was pretty damn obvious.
Then Jan looked down on me and said, "We have a new one for you."
Out of that small clutch bag she reached into, she produced a pair of Playtex gloves which she slipped on her hands and looked down at me with a menacing look on her face.
"Remember when you were a kid they used to have a thing they called an Indian bum," she said.
"Vaguely," I answered.
"Well, now I'm gonna show you what happens when your cock gets an Indian bum."
I looked on her almost horrified as she took my cock in between those two rubber-gloved hands. She twisted one one way and the other the other way and that dry rubber was just too much. I found myself getting ready to come at the first twist. One hand was twisting the head, the other hand was twisting the back and robbing into my balls.
Vickie said, "I'll bet you we get him on the second twist."
I couldn't believe the sensation I had and the amount of time it took to get it. I didn't even have time to get worked up. Nothing had even happened and I was ready to come.
Jan began the second twist and Vickie slipped her hand down between my legs and shoved one of her fingers right up my ass to the hilt. Just as she got it up there and began to wiggle it, Jan started the third bum ... the third alternate twist with those two rubber-gloved hands. My sperm shot straight up in the air. Before the second burst got a chance to come out, Vickie applied her Ups right to the front of my cock and began to suck with all her might. As the did so, I felt Jan biting my neck and kissing me all over my body. They were hot, open-mouthed kisses and her tongue penetrated deep into my mouth as I felt Vickie's mouth working up and down on my cock and sucking every last drop of sperm.
This was unreal. What an experience.
As the two girls got off me, I looked down at my cock, only to see that it was just about as red as a beet.
"Had yourselves a time, didn't you," I said to them.
Jan stared down at me and said, "It seems to me that you're the guy that had the time, not us."
"Yeah," Vickie chimed in, "and we're only beginning. We're gonna show you some things you've never seen before in your life, Rafe."
"Are you sure I want to see them," I said.
"Whether you want to or not, you're gonna get them."
That's what Vickie uttered to me before she left the room.
"Where is she going now," I said to Jan.
"We're gonna try a new experience on you, big boy. You're gonna find out what it's like to really be charged up. The youth of America strikes again.
Vickie came back into the room and what she was holding really made me curious. She had found one of the candles out of the living room and realized that being sixteen inches long, it might be a lot of fun to use. She walked over to Jan and said, "Okay, I'm ready honey. Let's work him over."
My cock, as red and droopy as it was, looked like it wasn't about to come up again that night but they had other ideas.
Jan straddled my chest with her back to my face. While she was sitting there Vickie got up on top of my legs and had her back to Jan. All I could see from where I was lying was Jan's back and what a beautiful back it was-and an ass with a pair of cheeks that were starting to raise my hard-on right at that moment.
The next thing I knew Jan got up on her knees, straddled back about half a step and lowered her pussy right onto my mouth. My mouth, being right in her pussy, my nose was right up her ass and she put the pressure on mercilessly. In order to breathe, I just about had to lick the hell out of her cunt. Not that I minded it so much but it was just the idea of either suffocating or eating pussy and smelling asshole. Having never been through this kind of experience before, I found it absolutely delightful.
As the seconds passed, I began to realize what was happening. Vickie, up front of Jan was sucking on my cock while fooling around in between my legs trying to get at my asshole for one reason or another. Jan, who had my tongue up her cunt and my nose up her asshole, was leaning forward and licking Vickie's ass and cunt which were raised right up to Jan's face.
To say I was excited would be an understatement. I licked the beautiful lips of that juicy cunt and let her love-juice flow right down into my mouth, sucked every last drop of it and I knew that Jan was really getting excited because the juice was flowing beautifully from her pussy.
All of a sudden I felt something entering my asshole. Not knowing what it was, I tried to cry out. However, the minute I opened my mouth Jan pressed down harder onto my mouth with her ass and cunt and all I could do was eat a whole bunch of pussy hair.
Then I heard Vickie cry out from up front, "How does the candle feel?"
I thought to myself, Oh my God! Sixteen inches! If all that goes up my ass it'll come out of my ears.
The further in it went, the more excited I got. And then Vickie began to twist it, turn it, pull it, push it, shove it. I felt as though I was four years old getting an enema. The only difference was, this was exciting the hell out of me. Vickie's mouth on my cock was making me come once more.
The moaning and groaning going on between the three of us was absolutely unbelievable. Jan let loose a tremendous spurt of come into my mouth of which I drank every drop. She wiggled her ass down onto my face and demanded of me in a commanding voice, "Eat my asshole Rafer, or else you're in trouble."
She promptly lowered her ass onto my mouth and I began to lick the inside of her anus. Them more I licked the more she squirmed and jumped up and down and the juice was spurting and slipping down from her cunt into her asshole and into my mouth. Things were getting more fantastic by the moment.
I felt as thought the candle was all the way up inside of my rectum being twisted, pushed and shoved and I felt like I was gonna come any second.
Then Vickie gave a tremendous suck on my cock and I let loose spurt after spurt after spurt. It seemed like it would never end. And the candle got pressure on it that I couldn't take. My whole body was arched up off the bed, one chick's asshole in my mouth and another chick's mouth on my cock and a candle way the hell up my ass and the chick who had her asshole in my mouth was eating the chick in front of her. Just an unbelievable scene and all three of us coming together.
CHAPTER FOUR
The girls had left the room and gone into the bathroom. I heard the shower water running over there and I didn't know what they were up to except they were probably cleaning themselves off.
In the meantime, my entire chest and stomach was covered with some of their come, some of my come and my mouth was full of pussy hair and come. My legs and upper thighs were also covered with it. It was drying. I felt like a beat, shot-down slave and didn't know what to expect next from these two wild broads. I know one thing though, I didn't like the helpless feeling I had being tied to that bed with my cock exposed the way it was.
About a half hour went by and Vickie came in with a girl I had never seen before.
"This is Marlene," Vickie said to me.
This little Oriental beauty was a black haired, blue eyed Eurasian-type girl that just had the greatest little figure. She was about five foot two and cute as a button. She just walked right over to the bed and put her lips to my mouth and kissed me, a long hot smoldering kiss with her tongue reaching deep into my mouth. One of her small hands had grabbed hold of my cock and began to twist it and the pain was making my lips curl, except I was so excited by that kiss that I couldn't even cry out.
Then she squeezed my balls until I let out a small yell. She stuck a small finger up my ass and pinched me. She abruptly left the room and Vickie looked down at me and said, "Rafer, that girl has a specialty. It's called a Marlene Heat Specialty."
"Don't you think it's about time you turned me loose," I said.
"Oh fuck no, we're just beginning now. Wait till Marlene comes in. Jan is helping her in there now. We're gonna really have some fun."
I couldn't imagine what these chicks had in mind but whatever it was was getting me real nervous now. Lying there helpless with three broads in a house in the middle of nowhere meant that I could be dead before the night was out.
Vickie said, "I better go inside and help them. I'll be back in a moment sweetie. You know we don't like to leave you alone too long. So don't be nervous now."
While the three of them were out of the room I tried to struggle with the ropes and loosen them up. I figured if I could only get loose from this I can kick the shit out of all three of these cocksuckers and really work them over. I'd love to tie them up and really get to them.
That rawhide had shrunk. It was evidently wet when it was put on my limbs and nothing was going to move them. I was trussed up just like a little animal. I felt like a helpless, stupid, ridiculous idiot.
Then the three of them came back in rolling a table from the kitchen which had wheels on it. On top of the table was some paraphernalia which I couldn't see too good 'cause I couldn't lift up my head. All I could do was wait and see what they had in mind.
Marlene came up to the bed and asked me if I knew what a clyster was. The word sounded familiar but the meaning wasn't there and I said, "No, why?"
She said, "Well, it is polite for Japanese or Eurasian girls to announce when they are going to give a gentleman a clyster." The whole thing didn't sound right to me but there was nothing I could do about it. Vickie and Jan were laughing as they reached down to the top of the table and began to rig something up. The next thing I saw was Jan holding an enormous hot water bottle up in the air and Vickie handing Marlene what looked like the end of a long rubber tube.
"What the hell are you broads doing," I said to them.
Marlene said, "We're gonna clean your insides out so you're ready for what we're gonna do after that."
"Clean my what!" I said in a state of semi-panic. Then I saw the four-inch pipe at the end of this long enema bag which was full of hot steaming water and soap. Now I really began to get nervous. "You're not gonna pump that shit into me, are you?"
"That's just the point," said Marlene. "We're gonna pump the shit out of you, big shot."
"But how will I go the bathroom " I cried. "You won't. You're just gonna do it right where you're laying and you're gonna stay right there in it," Vickie chimed in.
"I don't believe this," I said. "Are you chicks insane? If I ever get loose from this I'm gonna break up every bone in each one of your bodies."
With that remark Vickie turned around to Jan and said, "Go get another quart of water ready for this guy. He's got a big mouth and we're gonna have to shut his fuckin' hole up for him."
Marlene stood there with a jar of vaseline and greased up the pipe while Jan stuck a finger up my ass to find out where the hole was. "I've got it," Jan said to Marlene.
Marlene presented the pipe to my asshole and shoved it all the way in to the hilt. The erotic sensation was still there, but the expectancy of all that hot soapy water was too much to leave that hard-on anything but nine inches high.
"Oh look at him get excited," said Marlene. "He must like this. We'll remember to do this again for you."
I lay there expectantly, trying to twist and squirm to shake that pipe out of my asshole. But when there's a four-inch pipe in there it's not the easiest thing to do. Marlene then released the clip and I felt the surge of hot, soapy water scalding the insides of my anus, right up into my rectum. After a minute or two I began to feel like I was gonna burst and I said, "Cut that off! Cut that off! It's enough!"
Jan looked at Marlene expectantly but Marlene just held up her hand and said, "Just relax. Plenty of time to go."
I lay there with the hot water going into my rectum thinking to myself, I'd like to kill these fuckin' broads. This is the worst form of torture. What a humiliation.
Just at that moment Vickie came in with another quart of water and set it down on the table. I could see it waiting there for me.
I said, "Stop it, stop it! Are you broads crazy?"
It seemed that I was getting a little repetitious with that routine but it seemed to me that they were crazy.
Vickie said to Marlene, "When will we know he's had enough?"
Marlene replied, "It will start flowing out of his asshole with a brownish color to it. Then we'll know he's really full up to the top. Until then we can just let it keep flowing."
I guess two quarts came out of that bagful and nothing started flowing out of my asshole so they pulled the pipe out with a fast jerk which shook the hell up out of my body and I was trying like the devil not to shit because if there's anything that's embarrassing, it's laying in a bed in front of three broads who are standing there laughing at you and waiting for you to split your guts out at their command. I held it in real good but I watched as Vickie and Jan poured this other jar into the enema bag.
Then Marlene held it up and said to Jan, "Hold it in about this height and well really shove in some pressure."
I tried to close my asshole against the pipe, but it was no use. Jan shoved two fingers in there and held my asshole open while Marlene stuck the pipe right between the two fingers and jammed it in there as hard as die could. They turned the water loose again. This time it felt like my insides were absolutely gonna break into pieces. I couldn't take the pressure of that water any more.
I yelled out and as I let loose with the scream, evidently some of the water began to overflow because Marlene said, "That's enough."
They pulled the pipe out and waited. I would have given five hundred dollars for a cork at that moment, but even if I had one, I couldn't have done anything with it. So I just lay there and waited for the cramps to grab me and drive me crazy until I started to let loose with a pile of shit and then lay there in the middle of it.
Marlene said, "This is really exciting. Can I suck his cock?"
Vickie and Jan urged her on. Marlene bent over the edge of the bed and grabbed ahold of my prick and put it in her mouth. I knew the minute she got me worked up and excited I'd have to relax my body and then I'd let go of all that shit. While Marlene was sucking my cock Vickie took hold of her left breast and had a finger up in her cunt. I noticed Jan come around the other side of Marlene and had her other breast and stick a finger up her asshole. All this going on in front of me and me with an urge to do nothing more than crap for three and a half hours.
As Marlene sucked my cock and got it worked up, I felt the come begin to move. I felt that any moment I was gonna have to let loose with that big crap. What a disgusting fuckin' thought.
All of a sudden I couldn't control myself anymore. I let loose with the most disgusting barrage of crapping that I had ever been through in my life. This seemed to urge Marlene on to suck harder. Now the two other girls jumped up on top of me on the bed and one grabbed my left nipple in her mouth and the other the right nipple in hers and while they were sucking on my nipples they were both feeling Marlene's tits, stroking them working them over and getting the nipples to stand real high. Marlene seemed absolutely excited at the fact that I was now giving forth with wracking heaves of my ass that was crapping all my guts out. I'd never seen such perversion before in my life and I was sure I never wanted to see it again.
Vickie and Jan were conversing over my head just as calmly as the day is long when Vickie said to Jan, "This is probably Marlene's most successful body douche in five months."
Jan looked down at me and said, "Enjoying yourself, big shot?"
The helplessness of the situation, in spit of the fact that I was getting ready to come from the sucking that Marlene was doing on me inspired me to spit right in Jan's face.
Vickie looked down and said, "What a wise ass. Let's give him a little bit of it." And Vickie and Jan began to spit on my face.
I thought this whole thing must be a nightmare, but it was going on. All of a sudden, my cock let loose while I was shitting out of my asshole and Jan jumped right up on my face and shoved her burning bush right into my mouth. I damn near swallowed the whole cunt, including the clitoris and stuck my tongue in as far as I could. I realized that this whole perverted scene had excited the hell out of me.
And then I saw Vickie looming behind Jan, squeezing Jan's tits with all her might and Jan screaming, panting. I bit Jan's clitoris as hard as I could and she let out a small yell but seemed to enjoy it more than feel the pain.
Marlene was in the process of drinking every drop of nectar she could from my cock.
In short order Jan delivered a tremendous gob of come into my mouth which I drank every drop of and I saw Vickie from behind squeezing her breasts with pressure even after and then Jan dropping down under Vickie's cunt and eating her in front of me with her cunt still in my mouth. Marlene had finished with my cock and was now walking around the room having picked up the candle that was on the dresser and stuck it in her cunt. As she walked around, she twisted it, turned it, moaned, groaned and finally fell to the floor wracking. I could hear her panting and spurting and sobbing and moaning that she was coming.
The next thing I knew the three girls were standing there in the raw looking down at me.
Jan looked at Vickie and Marlene and said, "I think this guy's about had it for tonight. Let's leave him here and come back in tomorrow and work on him some more."
I said, "You gotta let me up from here!"
The smell of what had just gone on was beginning to get to me.
The girls looked down on me as if I was dirt and said, "He stinks! Let's leave him."
Right in front of my eyes they began to put their clothes on. Jan and Vickie had nothing more than bikinis with them which they were putting on in a very sensuous way. Marlene slipped into a silk sheath that she had worn and with this the three girls turned around leaving me there and said, "Have fun Rafer, we'll see you tomorrow." And they walked out slamming the door, turned the lights out and left me there in the dark, lying in my own excrement.
My nest trick was to get out of this nonsense. The smell was absolutely unbearable. I began to twist my body and shake the bed up and back. It was only a cot and it moved pretty well and after five or six tries I had thrown it over on its side. Now the mattress was slipping out from underneath and it was starting to loosen up where they had tied me.
Finally after struggling for another forty-five minutes in the dark I had moved the mattress out from under my back and had enough play to begin to work on the ropes. That rawhide was the toughest stuff. It took my two and a half hours to get one hand free and as soon as that was done I got the other hand free, bent over and untied my legs. That room smelled like some sort of a doghouse. I figured I'm gonna fix these broads.
First thing I did was dump the sheets outside in the back and bury them. Second thing I did was set the bed back up and leave the rawhide ropes exactly where they were. I jumped into the shower and stayed in there for an hour and a half, showering myself even after the water had turned cold, to get the dirt and the filth off myself.
I thought, these three broads are going to suffer like never before. But there's got to be a better way than just me against them.
After I was thoroughly scrubbed, it was now about ten o'clock at night. I was a little bit shot, but not too shot to do what I knew I had to do. I put on a pair of slacks and a sports shirt and jumped into the caddy and drove down to town.
CHAPTER FIVE
I screeched up in front of the crumby phone booth they had in the town and jumped into it. I dialed my friend Jimmy Conne's number. It rang about a dozen times and a sleepy Jimmy answered, "Hello."
"Jimmy! This is Rafe Collins."
"Rafer! What the hell are you doing waking me up in the middle of the fuckin' night?"
"Listen, I'm up in a vacation spot and I got a big problem. You got wheels at your disposal?"
"Yeah, but not too much dough for gas. What's your problem?"
"Well, it seems I got too many damn broads to handle up here and I need some help. I've run into a bunch of real wild scenes."
"Sounds like my kind of game, Rafe. How do I get to you?"
In the next sixty seconds I told Jimmy exactly how to get to my beach house at the Cape. I told him I'd be waiting for him but he had to leave right away and get there before the crack of dawn because important things were happening. That gave him just about seven or eight hours to make it. He told me he was going to do his damndest to be there and we left it right at that and hung up.
I came outside, jumped back into the Caddy and went to the local sporting goods store. I bought myself two push button knives which passed themselves off for game weapons and I also got myself three garrison belts. I had something beautiful in mind for these broads and they were gonna get theirs. One thing I can't stand is a fuckin' cunt who wants to play boss. Now we were gonna find out who boss was.
I screeched the Caddy up to the side of the house and saw that all the fights were still out in my pad. I looked over to that shack and saw that it looked pretty dark also. I was damn well tempted to sneak over there and start my work tonight but I figured there's liable to be twenty broads in there and it could be a lot of trouble. I also figured maybe they'd sneaked into my cabin ready to start some jazz when I got back in there so I was gonna figure something out for that also.
I took one of the garrison belts and wrapped it around my hand two or three times and let the buckle hang down real low. In my other hand I carried a pushbutton with the blade open. Now I entered the cabin and searched the whole place out. Felt just like a fool when I found out it was empty, but it was worth it. If one of those broads had been in there, I'd have cut her up so bad she would have been walking around bleeding for Mommy. I figured the best thing to do now was lock the front door, sack out and wait for Jimmy Conne to show up and do some planning.
The rapping on the door woke me up. It was about six-thirty in the morning. I figured maybe it's those damn broads and maybe it's Jimmy but as I glanced through the window and saw Jimmy's red Olds convertible outside I figured, well, now's the fun.
I hit the door as quick as I could, opened it up, grabbed Jimmy, pulled him inside and said, "Jim, you won't believe what I'm about to tell you."
He looked down at me, all six foot five of him and said, "Damn it. This better be good! Not many cats call me up ten o'clock at night, tell me I can't sleep and I gotta drive all the way to hell up to Cape Cod just to find out what's going on."
I said, "This is not only good, Jim. This is unbelievable. And we're gonna exploit the hell out of it."
I then sat down and related all that had happened to me to Jimmy. When I got through, in spite of the fact that Jimmy and I had known each other for ten years, he looked at me and said, "You have to be lying! That douche bit is too much!"
I said, "Yeah, they've had their fun but now I think we're gonna have a little fuckin' fun of our own."
"These broads travel with their own paraphernalia, too. Isn't that somethin' else," Jimmy said.
"Yeah, it sure is but we're gonna get some goddamn paraphernalia of our own and work these cunts over somethin' terrible. I really wanna do a thing."
When I talked to Jimmy on the phone originally, I had told him to bring up several items. Now I asked him if he had found them.
"I got everything you want in the trunk of my car," he said. "The only thing I couldn't get was the apples."
I told him not to sweat that, it wasn't that important.
Jimmy suggested that we sack out and wait for eight or nine o'clock and then perhaps go out. I told him that we weren't going to do it that way at all. We were just gonna play it like I had never moved. The only thing missing from the bed was the crap I had cleared up and they wouldn't know that until after they were already in the house. And I was so damned sure that these broads were gonna return. I felt we needed no bait to make them do so.
Jimmy, from my story, gathered that I was ripe.
"Alright," he said, "why don't we do this? You get back in that bed, hang onto those rawhide things with your hands. I'll sort of loosely tie your feet. And then I'll hide in the other room and I'll just take a little shut-eye on the floor. You hear anything, you wake me up."
"Alright," I said, "but we have to unlatch that front door as it was when those broads left because they plan to come right back in the same way."
"You think they might have seen your Caddy moved around last night," he asked me.
I said, "Maybe, but I doubt it. I think you better get that goddamn Olds the hell out of here, though."
We sneaked a look outside at the other house and saw absolutely no activity. Jimmy ran outside, pulled his Olds about a quarter of a mile up the hill and came back down again on foot. We set the scene as planned.
The two of us caught forty winks, me in the bed and Jimmy in the living room on the floor behind some furniture.
About ten o'clock in the morning it happened. There was some tittering and laughing on the porch and then somebody knocked on the front door. Naturally neither one of us said a word. I tried to look a little sleepy in the bed. I couldn't hear a sound from the living room.
Then I heard Jan yell to Vickie, "Well the door's still open. Let's go in and see how the champ is."
Vickie came through the bedroom door first. She looked down at me and said, "Boy, you look a sight!"
Jan followed right behind her and immediately looked down at the bed and said, "Hey, who cleaned that mess up?"
Right behind them was Jimmy Conne who shoved the two of them into the room and slammed the door, upon which, I sat up in the bed removed my feet from the loops and looked at these two helpless and scared piteous young teenagers.
"What are you gonna do to us," Vickie said.
"A few things you probably never heard of. Get the tape, Jim."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute! We were just fooling around yesterday. We didn't mean anything," Jan began to cry.
This looked like an old familiar act to me. However, perhaps it wasn't. Regardless, I was determined to get even and we were going to start now and I don't know when we were going to finish.
"Where's your Japanese girlfriend," I asked Vickie.
"Well she may be over later, but she's a little tied up right now," Jan said.
"You're gonna be a little tied up too, sweetheart. You're gonna find out."
With this I grabbed Vickie around the throat and gave her a punch in the kidney, dropped her to the floor and smacked her in the face two or three times. My fingers left red marks all over her face and she began to sob piteously on the floor. Then I grabbed Jan by the hair and bent her head back, twisting her hair until she went down on her knees. As she knelt there, Jimmy came in with some tape and began to tape Vickie's mouth up so she couldn't scream. Jan was looking up at me in such pain that die couldn't even utter a cry from the way I was twisting her hair back. I simply dropped my drawers to the floor as I stood there and shoved my cock as hard as I could into her mouth.
She looked like she wanted to scream or bite it, but I kept it all the way at the back of her throat so she couldn't cry out or do anything at all. I shoved my cock in harder and harder. I felt her choking and heard her gasping as I came and spurted every last drop into her mouth.
She choked and it spewed out over her lips but there was nothing she could do. I just kept right on coming. Then I gave her a rap in the mouth and dropped her to the floor and told her, "This is only the beginning, baby! You're gonna find out."
Jimmy and I quickly tied Vickie up, threw her on the bed and had her mouth taped so she couldn't scream. We did a little different thing with Jan. We tied her hands behind her back and left her legs free and put tape over her mouth.
Both broads were scared because they didn't know what was going to happen to them and the fear of the unknown always takes over at a moment like this. We could see the tears rolling down their cheeks but each tear brought joy to our hearts.
"You chicks think you're pretty smart, douching out my friend's asshole, huh," Jimmy said. "We're gonna teach you a little humility and a lesson that I don't think you're gonna forget too fast. You'll probably think twice before you try to touch anybody else."
I picked Jan up and we carried her into the bathroom. Jimmy was a foot behind. When Jan saw where she was going she really began to struggle. As we got her into the bathroom she noticed what was hanging from the shower rod and really saw that there was gonna be big trouble for her.
"Put her in the tub," Jimmy said. "Well fix her."
She began to struggle as I lifted her up and sat her down in the bathtub so that her back was against the shower wall and her legs dangled over the sides of the tub from the knees, wide apart so that we had a perfect view of her box and ass. Hanging from the shower rod was the very douche bag the girls had used the day before and so carelessly left in the bathroom. Jimmy and I wasted no time. We set up the apparatus, shoved the pipe into her pussy and proceeded to pump two quarts of scalding hot water into her box.
"I've got a great idea," I said. "That box must be about as hot as it's ever been in its life. I'm gonna fuck the living hell out of this bitch. While I'm screwing her, stick your cock in her mouth to stop her from screaming. That hot box is obviously gonna give her some pain when I shove into it. It's gonna be all joy for me though-no pain."
I'd never had my enormous cock in a scalding hot cunt before so we quickly pulled out the douche bag pipe. We picked her up. She could hardly stand. Her knees were rubbery and she was scalded to hell right inside there. We lifted her up out of the shower and put her down on all fours on the bathroom floor. I got behind her and stuck my cock right into her cunt in doggy fashion and began screwing away immediately. That cunt was hot, soft and moist and beautiful.
Her head was laying on the floor as her hands were still tied behind her back so all that Jimmy had to do was lift up her head and put his cock right under it as he lay down on the bathroom floor. He shoved his dick way back in her mouth. He had pulled the tape off and before she even got a chance to yelp he had all eight inches of that thick prick of his right down her throat.
She began to gag and choke but she was really sucking to make him come. I guess she wanted to get it over with as quickly as she could. I fucked for all I was worth behind her and kept shoving and pushing. Each shove I gave she moaned and grabbed hold of Jimmy's balls with her mouth. He was up off the floor like a twisting eel, enjoying himself beyond repair. This was the hottest fuck I'd ever had and my balls began to tingle from the pressure.
I would suggest to anybody who wants to get laid to try douching the cunt out for about a half hour with some hot water. It certainly is a new experience. My come was probably just as hot as the water, because when I began to give forth with big bursts of come, she began to moan and writhe just like she did when we were pouring the hot water into her.
However, her moans were stifled on the big cock that was shoved down her throat and also coming. Sperm began to spew out from both sides of her mouth onto the floor. As it did I noticed Jimmy reaching down and picking up some of it and smearing it all over her face.
"Let's get this cunt real filthy," he said.
When I finished fucking her I stood up. But Jimmy wasn't through at all. He was ready to go all the way over again and he was not gonna let her stop sucking. "Well teach this bitch what a mouthful is like," he said.
He kept moving her head up and back on his cock and he had her by the hair and was twisting it and the pain was showing in her face. There were no sounds coming out because her mouth was too full at the moment.
How can I do this bitch one more time a little different, I thought to myself. Then it struck me. I grabbed the jar of vaseline and stuck my finger in and got a good gob of it. I shoved my finger right up her ass and just as I did she grabbed onto Jimmy's dick with all her might and began to suck hard again. I think I found a weakness.
I put a little vaseline on the tip of my cock and shoved it right up that asshole. Once I got past that tight ring it was beautiful smooth sailing. I was in there and shoving away. I figured this was one even trade. A douche for a douche and an enema for an enema. Only this time the enema was my cock. I shoved for about fifteen minutes into that asshole and each shoved of my large cock gave her more trouble and pain. But with pain was pleasure and Jan took the opportunity to really enjoy it. She sucked real hard on Jimmy's cock which was gonna take a long time seeing that he'd just delivered a tremendous load of sperm in her ten minutes ago o. I fucked that asshole for all I was worth and all of a sudden I felt the spurts coming. That was the best asshole hump I'd ever had in my life. Maybe because it was so young. At fifteen years old, her ass hasn't had too much work and that's about the age she looked.
At this stage, having come twice, I felt a little bit sorry for this broad. I don't know why, because I remembered her viciousness of the day before. One thing I couldn't resist doing with her pussy up at that angle. I got down between her legs and stuck my tongue right in her pussy and began to lick for all I was worth. I was a little late, however, because the remains of all the come that was hanging around that area told me that she had come several times during the past half hour's activities. However, I got her going once more and chewed her all over with a finger up her asshole and my tongue on her cunt. I got her to reverberate once more and she came.
As she came Jimmy came. This time he delivered a tremendous load. She seemed to like every drop of it because even after she was through sucking his cock her face was all around the hair and his prick and balls and she was licking every last drop of it. As soon as she finished, Jimmy lifted up her head by her hair and gave her a resounding smack in the mouth. With this she fell against the side of the bathtub and lay on the floor like a panting animal, arms tied behind her back and dead, bushed, tired.
"You think she learned anything, Rafe," Jimmy asked me.
"I don't know if she did, Jimmy, but I learned a hell of a lot. These little kids can be a lot of fucking fun. Let's throw this one in the tub and give her a cold shower."
With that we tossed Jan over the side of the tub and turned the cold water on. We had already put some more tape over her mouth so you wouldn't hear the screams. This washed her off real good, cooled her off real good and put the shakes into her.
"Wanna put some hot water on her now," Jimmy said.
"I think she's had enough. I wanna get that other bitch in the bedroom."
We had other things in mind for Vickie, who seemed like the ringleader. We were really gonna give her some lessons. She was the one who had instigated the entire scene yesterday with tying me to the bed and the whole works. We figured we'd save some special deals for her. Jimmy and I went into the kitchen, grabbed a sandwich and discussed exactly what we had in mind for Vickie. We washed our cocks off which were dripping with come and I still had the remains of some of that ass-fuckin' vaseline on mine.
We had told Jan as we left the bathroom, "We're not through with you, honey. You'll see us again before the day is out. Enjoy yourself."
She sat there cold, wet, humiliated, with a feeling of uselessness. But we would soon put her to good use.
After we grabbed some chow we opened the door to the bedroom and there was Vickie laying there really struggling with those ropes on her legs and arms. However, she was tied a hell of a lot tighter than I was the day before and I couldn't get out of that. And she realized that she couldn't get us out of this. In spite of that fact she kept on struggling, especially when she saw the two of us come into the room with some strange paraphernalia.
"You, Chief Cunt, are going to learn a lesson," I said to her, "and now is the beginning of school. So let the bell ring."
CHAPTER SIX
We went to the bed, turned her over and untied her legs. As a beautiful ass looked up at us, we couldn't resist pinching and biting it. We stuck our fingers in and out of both holes as we prepared what we had in mind.
We tied two ropes to the top posters of the bed, so that we could lift one arm up at a time and tie it to that corner. Having lifted her body she now hung from the top of the bed at a forty-five degree angle to where her legs touched the bed. Her stomach was not touching the bed, nor were her shoulders. Her arms were taut.
We tied both of her legs to the bottom posts, just enough so that the only thing actually touching the bed were her knees and feet and a little bit of her thighs. The rest of her body was arched upward.
Now she looked like she was fucking somebody beneath her, except there was nobody there ... at the moment. Her mouth was still bound. But now we looked out around the house, through all the windows to see if anybody was around.
The place looked about as deserted as it could be.
Jimmy said, "This bitch I want to hear scream."
We took the tape off her mouth and she cried, "You fucking guys will pay for this. You don't know what you're doing. You're in for some bad stuff."
"Seems to me you're the one that's in for some bad stuff." I said to her, "And we're not going to be as easy on you as you thought you were on me yesterday, you cunt."
"You'll find out what I'm talking about." She said. "This is the stupidest fucking thing you could ever do."
For a fifteen year old this chick had a mouth like a toilet bowl.
"Well, the first thing we're going to teach you," Jimmy said, "is not to curse. That was a very bad thing you just said."
We had two whips. I knew Jimmy was a great one for collecting weapons, and he brought up a cat of nine tails and an eight foot bull whip. He was also an expert on using them and had a few hang-ups that would come in real handy at this scene.
He let fly with the cat tails just one time across this chick's gorgeous pink ass. I've heard some screams in my time. Even up to women being raped in alleys, but this took the cake. Vickie let out a scream like I've never heard before. It sounded like a wounded bear. And when the cat came off her back there were nine slashes where it had hit. The. skin just reddened up. No blood drawn, but a hell of a lot of red marks.
"Do you think we oughta use that?" I! whispered at Jimmy, "It looks a little bit vicious."
"Nah, first we'll use the bull whip, and then we'll work on this one." Jimmy said.
"I don't want to tear her up too much."
"Don't worry about it. I've torn up plenty of Inroads and they go home happy, I'm telling you."
I was slightly nervous, because at thirty-one this was really not my scene. Perhaps if I'd have worked on this kind of thing a long time before, I'd have been used to it, but it was all new to me. That's why I had to get Jimmy up there.
I knew that he was an expert at torturing broads. As a matter-of-fact it was his main bag.
With Vickie tied up like that I could see Jimmy's face turning into something I'd never seen before. He looked like what I'd pictured the Marquis de Sade must have looked like in his day.
He swung the bull whip with skill. He put stripes across Vickie and announced just where they were going to be before he put them there. She screamed every time the tip touched her. Moaning like crazy in between blows. Aside from the fact that he was doing a lot of damage to the surface of her skin, she looked like she was real hot, and having a good time through the whole thing. With this erotic look of joy on her face she continued to scream as each blow was struck.
Jimmy kept this up for about an hour. It was certainly torturous. At times he would let the tip of the bull whip just wrap around her back enough to catch the side of one of her breasts. When that happened, she would give a particular kind of winch of pain. Each time Jimmy scored one of those hits he would laugh.
He turned around to me and said, "Watch this, Rafe, this is my specialty. It's called the inside thigh shot."
I was beginning to feel a little sick of the whole scene, but I felt, what the hell. These broads put me through something, we'll put them through their share now.
The next thing I saw was Jimmy crack the whip so that it snapped right between Vickie's legs. First it hit the inside of one thigh, and then whipped back to the other side. She let out a scream that topped all the others.
I looked between her legs and there were two small red marks. One on the inside of each of her thighs.
"That's fantastic," I said, "Jim, where did you learn that?"
"Practice makes perfect, Rafe. This is a whole lot of fun, want to take a shot at it?"
"Well, I've never tried it before, but give me the whip and let's see."
I began to lay stripes across Vickie's buttocks 'cause it seemed like the biggest and largest thing to hit. It was also the best looking and softest part of her. There was something sexy about laying that whip across her ass and hearing her scream each time I delivered a blow. "That's enough of this petty stuff." Jimmy said, "I want to use the cat a little bit now, and really straighten her out. Why don't you get under her, Rafe, and put your cock right up near her mouth there."
"No." I said, "That sounds too complicated. I think I'm just going get under there and give her a good fuck. You give her a wrap every time I give a jab, and we'll see how that works out."
I climbed up onto the bed and maneuvered myself up under Vickie. I found that her pussy was dripping. Evidently this beating was exciting her a lot more than we figured. I simply slipped my cock into her and lay there under her.
Jimmy began to deliver blows to her ass and each time he did, she gave a plunge forward which gave my cock that much more standing ability. As each blow fell, she gave another jab. With each jab, I came closer to bursting forth.
I couldn't take too much more of this stuff. At this rate, in about two seconds I was about to blastoff. "Hold it, Jim!" I yelled.
"What's the problem, Rafe?"
"I want to get some more out of this, but any minute I'm gonna let it go. Give me a chance."
I held back for about sixty seconds, and then said, "Okay, go ahead."
Jimmy started the whipping again. And with each blow, once again Vickie came through like a champ with those gorgeous plunges and screwing motions. Each time her body came down on my cock and gave a screwing sidewise glance to her motion, I damn near fell through it all.
After another five minutes of this I couldn't hold back any more and I let it rip. Since I was on the bottom it all dripped down out of her box all over my cock and balls.
"I got something for you to drink when we're through with you, baby."
She looked down and was just about able to moan, "I'm thirsty enough to drink it, too."
I was astounded by the affects of such a thing, and I couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. It seemed to be part of a big horrible nightmare. I did have an urge to get away from it though.
I climbed out from under Vickie, dropped to the floor and sat there. Jimmy gave her another six or seven shots with the cat and then put them up.
"What do you think, Rafe? Think she's had enough of the beating?"
I stood up and looked at Vickie's back. From top to bottom it was covered with red stripes. Her ass was bleeding in a few places, but all in all it was a skillfully administered whipping and the skin had not been broken in too many places.
There would be no scars.
"I think we ought to put a little something on it. What do you think?"
"Yeah, I saw something in the bathroom. I'll be right back, Rafe."
When Jimmy went to the bathroom, I sat down on the side of the bed and said to Vickie, "The next time you tie up a man you'll think twice, won't you, honey?"
She looked up at me and said, "The next time I tie up a man, prick, it's gonna be you!"
Jimmy arrived in the room a few minutes later with a bottle of peroxide. We each took a piece of cotton and delightfully administered to her cuts Each time we touched one of the whip marks with the peroxide, Vickie stretched those ropes as taut as they would go and began to moan and scream.
After five minutes of that we were bored. "Let's go catch some sun." I said to Jim.
"Not a bad idea. Let's jump into some trunks. Leave these two broads here and go out and take a little sunbath. Some fresh air will do me good. Then we can come back and start all over again. Maybe that little Jap chick will show up."
"You mean the Eurasian?"
"What ever you want to call her' That little Oriental cunt, I want to get at her too. She was part of the scene on you, wasn't she, Rafe?"
"Yeah, she gave me a real hard time. I wanna get that little bitch. I've got something special in mind for her."
"Well, when she comes, shell get hers."
With this, we left the bedroom, closed the door, went to the bathroom and took a look in there. Jan was lying in the tub sobbing.
We closed the bathroom door as well.
We went out into the kitchen, grabbed ourselves a scotch and soda and went out onto the beach ,to relax. After all I think it was time to relax. We worked hard that morning.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We laid out in the sun for about four or five hours and got ourselves a little bit of a tan. We were starting to feel pretty good about it all.
Jimmy said to me, "Man, I'm getting a little hot thinking about those two broads in there. What can we do to them for some real excitement when we get back?"
"I got plenty of ideas." I said.
Just as I made that remark I saw the Eurasian, Marlene, about twenty feet off from that other shack.
"Let's play this thing cool." I told Jimmy. "I'm gonna run into the house, and you sit out here and see if you can get her to come over. Lure her into the house, and we'll pay her off for yesterday's fiasco."
"Beautiful." Jimmy said. "Go!"
With that, I went back into the house, into the kitchen and took out a book. Did a little reading, figuring there wasn't a hell of a lot else I could do. I didn't want to get Vickie and Jan started up. Otherwise, if they started screaming or raising any hell Marlene might hear it and run.
I watched through the window as Marlene approached Jimmy.
"What a knock-out cunt this is!" Jimmy thought to himself as he looked at the small, petite Eurasian Marlene walking towards him in her bikini. Her pendulous breasts began to sway as she got closer to him, and she seemed to undulate her hips intentionally just to bother him.
"Wait'll I get this one under the whip." He thought to himself.
"Hello, there." Marlene said as she came up. "Hello, there, yourself." Jimmy replied. "Aren't you in the wrong part of the world?"
She laughed, and her beautiful teeth showed through the smile. She looked like a picture of absolute Oriental innocence.
Jimmy found it hard to recall the scenes I had painted for him of yesterday's fiasco with this little Eurasian bitch.
"You sure look to me like a beautiful vision out here on the beach." He said to her.
"Why, thank you. Mind if I sit down?"
"Not at all. Have a seat."
She sat right down at his feet, and put a hand over one of his thighs, and just looked up at him.
I could see Jimmy was getting the hots for this broad already. It was beginning to seem like I would have to leave Marlene to him whether I wanted to or not.
"You're a friendly little cuss, ain't you?" Jimmy said to Marlene.
"Yes, in our part of the world we're taught when we're very young children to be friendly to all men."
"Were you a Geisha?"
"No, I didn't live there very long. I came over here before I was old enough to be anything like that. I learned all of my arts in the new world. But that doesn't mean I don't know of some of the skills of the old world that might be very fascinating to you."
Her tits and cunt, that's what's fascinating to me, Jimmy thought as he looked down and smiled and said, "Perhaps."
Marlene slipped her hand a little further up his thigh and began to stoke it very slowly and tantalizingly about a quarter of an inch from his balls.
Jimmy looked down at her and said, "Don't stop there, honey, the fun is just starting."
The petite Eurasian looked up at him and said, "You look like you have an enormous cock."
"Baby, you ain't seen a cock 'til you've had mine."
"I think I'm looking forward to that." Marlene said, "One thing I like is honesty, and you seem to have that."
With that remark, Jimmy put his arm around the base of her neck, slipped one of his hands on to her chest and began to slowly caress under the top of her bikini. Marlene purred under his touch like a little kitten.
Jimmy felt his balls resting in a soft small petite hand, and gently being squeezed through his bathing suit. His cock immediately began to get hard.
His left arm over Marlene's shoulder slipped down lower into the bikini bra and began to squeeze her small, but firm and pink flesh.
Marlene let out a short whistle and gasp and leaned her head against the chair as she caressed Jimmy's balls and cock.
Jimmy looked down at her and said, "You know what you've got your hands on?"
She looked up at him and said, "I think, the biggest dick I've ever felt in my life."
He said, "Wrong, that's called my joy-prong."
"Joy-prong." She said, "I like that. I'd like to try some more of your joy-prong."
"You're gonna do more than try some more of it, baby, before this night is through you're gonna have that in every conceivable place it can be in your body."
"Stop it or I may come right on the sand." Marlene said.
"I wouldn't want you to mess our pretty beaches up. Why don't you come on inside with me and we can talk about this in a more private atmosphere."
"I'd like a little more sun." She said, as she felt his hand grasping her breast and squeezing it gently.
Then he began to pinch the nipple. The pleasureful look on her face turned to a slight painful look.
"Take it easy, will you? Take it easy." She said.
"I'm taking it as easy as I can." He said as he twisted and pinched her breast as much as he could.
She began to squeeze a little harder on his balls and grab his cock with her other hand. "Inside." He looked down and said to her.
She obeyed as though she were in the military. Jumped up to her feet and began to walk towards the house with a beautiful step. The thing that was most beautiful about her was watching her flanks move from behind in her very brief bikini. Which was precisely what Jimmy was doing as he walked a few steps behind her.
Just as they got to the door, he slipped his hand into the back of her bikini and pinched her ass.
She giggled and turned around. Throwing her arms around his neck, she began biting it. With her head buried in his neck, and biting as hard as she could, she was almost getting ready to draw blood.
Jimmy had one hand inside the back of her bikini. He gently teased her buttocks and anus with his fingers. Each time he inserted a finger she gasped for breath, but she kept on biting his neck.
His other hand was on her breast inside the bikini and twisting and squeezing it. The upper part of the bikini was already up and over the breast and they were bare against his chest. He felt the small taut nipples pressing against his naked chest and his cock got bigger and harder than it had been out on the beach.
She slipped her hand under his bathing suit and pulled his hard cock out. Putting it between her legs she began to squeeze it with her tight, firm muscles.
As they stood there in the doorway he thought they would never leave that spot.
"Oh my God, how am I gonna torture this little girl, she's the most fantastic thing in the world. But then again, that's what I like to do is torture little girls."
She reached inside the back of his bathing suit and began to pinch his ass while she kept biting his neck.
In the meantime, Rafe, inside the door was waiting like a stalking animal.
"Get her inside. Get her inside." He kept saying to himself.
Jimmy didn't seem to care much about getting her inside. They were both almost naked in the front doorway, balling the shit out of each other. Marlene's bikini bottom was now down and over the back of her ass and Jimmy was fondling both cheeks with his hands.
Excitement was-at its peak as her twin nipples were standing taut, and his cock was standing tall between her legs. She was trying to shove his trunks down over his ass when he said, "That's it, baby. I can't take any more of this standing up, let's get inside."
And that's what happened. Inside they went. The minute they got inside the door Marlene looked around suspiciously, wondering what Jimmy was doing here, who he was, and all of a sudden reality came to her.
She recalled the events of yesterday and wondered where the man was that they had warped all the events on.
She also wondered where her two friends had disappeared to since this morning.
"What the hell." She thought to herself. "The worse that can happen is I get a good fuck."
But she was wrong.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As soon as Marlene and Jim got inside the house and closed the door, Marlene saw Rafer standing by the window.
She cried out, and seemed very frightened.
Rafe walked over to her and gave her a slap across the mouth, which sent her reeling across the room. She was a very small girl. Even at this moment in time, Jim began to get excited again, as he saw Marlene's small, slender, petite, but voluptuous body bounced across the room onto a couch.
"Let's begin right and proper on this broad." Rafe said to Jimmy.
Jimmy was in complete agreement, and he took the young and beautiful Marlene and stood her up in the middle of the living room.
Rafe pulled off the top of her bikini, and Jimmy ripped off the bottom.
She stood there staring. Wondering what was in store for her.
Rafe brought a chair out into the middle of the room and pushed Marlene into it. wrists and gave her no slack for movement or attempted escape.
Jimmy, in the meantime, tied Marlene's ankles to the legs of the chair, and there she sat, completely exposed. They stood on either side of her and gave her slaps on the face from both sides for about fifteen minutes.
They talked in a monotone, having a normal, casual conversation, and treating Marlene just as though she were a piece of wood.
After thirty or forty smacks, the tears rolling down her cheeks, and her mouth gagged and taped, Marlene looked like a beaten, weeping, sobbing dog.
Then Jimmy spoke to her. "I'm gonna take that tape off your mouth, I'm gonna pull that cotton out, and I'm gonna substitute my nice, big, juicy, beefy cock. You're gonna eat it. You're gonna swallow everything, and if one drop comes out of your mouth, you'll eat both of our cocks all night until you get it right."
"And getting it right means that you swallow every drop." Rafer chimed in.
Now they removed the gag from Marlene's mouth. Her nipples became taut as she thought of having that huge cock inserted in her mouth.
Jimmy pulled his bathing suit the rest of the way down, and thrust his cock towards her mouth.
She looked down at it, and said, "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen."
"Not really," Said Jimmy. "It's only about seven and a half inches long standing. It's a little red from being used for something before, but I think I can make it work for you."
Marlene was a little apprehensive, as Rafer went around the other side and held her head real tight from the back.
Jimmy slowly slipped his cock in between her moistened lips, and he felt Marlene's tongue playing and dancing all around the front of it.
He knew she was trying to make him come as quickly as he could, so that he wouldn't be able to jab it back too far in her throat.
However, Jimmy and Rafe had other ideas.
Rafer pushed forward on her-head as Jimmy pushed back with his cock. He felt it going all the way into the back of her throat.
She began to gag a little bit, and that delighted Jimmy.
At one point on the withdrawal stroke, Marlene managed to give Jimmy a small bite, could. The pain showed clearly on her face, and she was just getting ready to scream when Jimmy jammed his cock back into her throat to stifle her scream.
Marlene had not known this kind of torture before and it was all a new thing to her. Being bound in a chair and having someone's cock down her throat.
After all, she was a douche bag specialist that travelled only after things were set up for her. Not use to being abused at all, she was quite frightened, and quite taken aback by it.
But the juices dripping from between her legs showed that even under these conditions, the situation was exciting her.
Jimmy took stroke for stroke, out and back into her mouth, all seven inches all the way to the tip of her lips, and then jammed back in again, up against the back of her throat.
She thought his cock would come through the back of her neck.
All this while Rafer held her head steady so she couldn't buck from side to side. He asked Jimmy how he was enjoying it.
"It's not bad once you get used to it. It's the first time I've ever had a chink suck me off."
The back of Marlene's throat began to hurt, and she began to really suck hard. She wanted that come, and every drop of it.
She felt Jimmy's cock throbbing and figured 'this is it'.
She pressed her tongue harder and faster against the soft vein under his hard cock.
Every stroke of Jimmy's cock into the back of her throat was answered with the pitter patter of Marlene's tongue across the tip of it as it came forward in her mouth.
All of a sudden, he began to let loose. With each jam now he really rammed his cock into her throat.
His joy juice came spewing forth ... a tremendous load.
Marlene hoping none of it was dripping out of her mouth as she sucked very hard and swallowed very quickly.
Rafer was still holding her head and he started getting a hard-on just listening and watching all the excitement.
He was going to be next, whether any dripped out or not.
Jimmy spewed forth such a tremendous load that Marlene couldn't possibly have kept it in, and it not only dripped down from her lips, but down her chin, and was falling down all over her tits.
As Jimmy finished coming, he withdrew his cock from her mouth and said, "My goodness gracious, some of it dripped out. I guess you're gonna have to eat Rafe now until you get it right." With this, he grabbed Marlene's tits and put his cock between them as he stood in front of her almost straddling her and wiped his cock off on her tits.
Marlene looked down at her breasts with the come on them in some sort of disgust.
She obviously wasn't at all used to being abused.
Jimmy put his hand down and smeared the come all over her chest, and said, "It'll do you good. It'll grow hair there."
"Take her on now, Rafe, she's sensational. She's got those nice, thick Oriental lips, and she really knows how to suck. I'd say you're not gonna get a better blow job even if you go all the way to the Orient yourself. She's really beautiful."
Rafer came around and said, "I want to thank you for that douching last night. It was really a pleasure."
He drew back, and punched Marlene right in the jaw. How cold she went.
"I'll let her suck me off later." Rafe said. "Why don't we go into the bedroom now and work that fucking Vickie over. See how she's making out. Still tied up and probably looking pretty bad."
"Yeah, I guess she is next. Let's work her over real good this time. I don't want to mess around with her, I wanna pay her back a little better for what she did last night."
"Well, we could put her in the bathtub and give her the treatment Jan got before."
"No, Jim, on this one I wanna do the variety is the spice of life routine. I don't want to repeat on any of these broads what we've done to any of the other ones. I wanna give them something to talk about."
"Okay, Rafe, you're the boss. Whatever you say. What do you have in mind for that bitch?"
"Well, let's get her worked up real good from both ends, and then we'll fuck her real hard."
"Okay, get a couple of those candles, and we'll go in there and take care of her."
"Beautiful, baby."
We walked into the bedroom and Vickie was lying there. She looked half asleep. Her hands were still tied up on the top of the bedposts, her back was evidently giving her plenty of pain now that she was lying on the bed sagging forward. Her entire back was striped from the beating that Jim had given her with the cat of nine tails and the bull whip.
She looked like a beaten down chick.
Jim said to her as he came closer to the bed, "How do you feel, baby, are you ready for some more action?"
She looked up at him and spit. Missed him by less than six inches.
He said, "You're going to pay for that, baby. But you're gonna pay for it with a happy combination of pain and pleasure. We're the masters of that. Before we use this candle, Rafe, I've got a better idea. Give me those two straight pins over there."
I couldn't believe my eyes, but I figured, it wouldn't be worth discussing it. I'll just go along with this guy, he's a really inventive and creative guy....
I handed him the two pins.
With this he reached over onto the dresser and . took out a cigarette lighter.
He said, "You hold the lighter, while I warm up these pins up a little bit. We're gonna have some fun."
So I lit the Zippo as he put the two pins over it and got them real hot. You could see them grow a little bit of red.
Now he took a pin in each hand and he went over to Vickie, who was lying on the bed.
He said, "I'm gonna teach you a lesson, baby. I'm gonna teach you never to spit at your boss man. And this is the way we teach you....
And he put one pin on the inside of each of her thighs and pressed until he could smell the hot flesh burning.
Vickie let out a scream like I've never heard.
It lasted around thirty seconds and then the pins cooled off a bit and he took them away.
There were two marks on the inside of her thighs.
He turned around to me and said, "Rafe, keep that lighter going. I wanna heat these up one more time, and I'm gonna show this chick where X marks the spot.
"No. No. Don't do that again. Please." Vickie said, "No. No. Not again. The pain. I can't take that kind of pain. Beat me. Smack me. Punch me. But don't burn me. Please." Jimmy was adamant and stood there very calmly as I kept the lighter lit. He heated the pins up again.
Now Vickie began to struggle, and the bed began to shake.
While he held the pins up over the flame he said, "I'm warning you, baby. If you keep this up I'm gonna have to beat you on top of this."
"Beat me. Beat me." She said. "But don't bum me."
"Okay, they're ready, Rafe. I'll take care of this now."
He turned around, walked over to the bed again and put the pins along side of the two other burns.
This time he dug them in deeper, and I could see the smoke coming up from the flesh.
Thirty seconds later he took the pins away, while Vickie continued to scream all throughout the process.
Sure enough, there was an X on the inside of each of her thighs, about an inch long. The length of a straight pin.
Now he took the pins, and he stuck one in one of her buttocks, and Vickie let out a blood-curdling scream.
He stuck the other pin in her other buttock and she let out another blood-curdling scream.
He said, "There's no penicillin attached to these, baby. But they're gonna teach you to keep your big mouth shut and stop being so smart."
And he took his hands away and the two pins stayed there, just as they were as the hook began to slowly trickle around the very small pinholes that had been made there.
Jimmy looked down at Vickie and said, "Are you learning? Or are you still a big mouth, and maybe you want to spit again?"
Vickie sobbed. And the sobs racked her body. It shook, and the bed shook with it.
But as she was suspended by her arms from those front poles, the pressure must have been immense.
She was beaten. Not a sound came from her mouth.
"I'm gonna take those pins out, honey, but if you make any noise, you're gonna get them back in there again. And I may just put another X on you somewhere."
He removed both pins. Just then he heard Vickie mutter under her breath, "Fucking bastard."
"Okay, baby, that's it. I'm gonna teach you now once and for all not to open your big mouth. Rafe light that lighter again."
"Jim." I said, "How about it, you know ... like ... burning's a little extreme."
"Let me do the worrying about that, Rafe. There's nothing too extreme for a bitch that's got a sewer mouth like this one."
I lit the lighter again, and Jim held the pins over it. The pins got red hot one more time.
Now he reached over, across the bed and pulled the cheeks of her asshole apart with one hand. He put one pin in there and closed her ass over it.
I could hear her scream. The pin was only in an inch between the cheeks, but that must have been plenty tender flesh.
Smoke came out, and he opened the cheeks up again. He held the other pin over the fire for another half second and slipped it right in there and closed her ass up again.
She screamed again.
Now he separated her buttocks and showed me.
"Like that? Neat job."
There were two small one-inch burns on the inside of each one of her buttocks.
The tears were streaking down her cheeks as she looked up.
He said to her, "You got any more mouth for me, baby?"
She said, "No."
"No, Sir!"
She said, "No, Sir."
"No, Your Highness!"
She said, "No, Your Highness."
He said, "Now we're gonna reward you for behaving yourself like a good girl. Give me those candles Rafe."
Jimmy took the candles and put a little vaseline on them. He then slowly inserted one candle in Vickie's rectum and another up her cunt.
He left them there, and they looked pretty funny.
He turned to me and said, "You twist one, and I'll twist the other, and I'll bet we have an excited filly on our hands within thirty seconds."
I twisted one candle as he twisted the other, and Vickie's body undulated as they were penetrating.
These were eleven inch candles, and I noticed that his, which was up her cunt, was almost completely gone. There were only about two inches left at the bottom for him to hold on to.
Twisting and turning and gorging.
The one that I had was in her asshole and about seven inches of that was gone and more was going.
I kept twisting it and the vaseline made it real easy.
I withdrew it slowly and rammed it in. And as I rammed it in, he pulled his out and pumped it in and out.
She was undulating and writhing. Her entire body would come up off the bed and she would corkscrew it and then move on back down.
I turned around to Jimmy and said, "Boy, it's a shame to waste this on candles. Let's get this chick untied and fuck her holes."
"Good enough." Jimmy said. "I think she's got a little more humility than when we started on this whole deal."
We untied her hands, and as she dropped onto the bed a sigh came from her mouth.
The candles were still up her holes, but she knew enough not to move.
We untied her legs.
Jim and I got onto the bed.
He stuck his cock right up into her cunt and she began to move on it.
I stuck my cock up her asshole and she let out a little sigh.
Then Jim and I started to fuck her.
We pumped our cocks into her smoothly greased holes.
In and out. On each side of her. Jim and I kept the pace going while the openings of her body gripped our cocks and held them, squeezing. Trying to drain the juices out of us.
It was pretty smooth going. The vaseline made her asshole like liquid velvet.
I pressed hard into her asshole, and every time I pressed I could feel Jimmy withdraw.
As I withdrew he pressed.
Between the two of us we were fucking the living daylights out of her. She was sandwiched in the middle, like a lucky Pierre.-.only this was a broad.
We fucked for about three or four minutes and I felt her body begin to vibrate. My cock was already starting to let loose because her asshole was around five times tighter than her cunt.
The pressure on my prick was fantastic. The sensations I was having, from front to back were unbelievable.
I started to let go. All of a sudden I felt my body wrack, and pins and needles all over.
It felt like six quarts of come going up her asshole. It must have felt like a hot douche.
She buckled down and tightened up on Jim's prick and he let go.
The three of us were all coming at once.
We were really beat. The three of us were panting like animals. We came and it lasted a good minute and a half. Probably one of the longest ejaculations I've ever had.
I think the whole excitement of three people in bed, and this broad, and the greasy feeling of her asshole, and the tits that I was holding onto from behind. The whole scene was just turning me on something that I couldn't believe.
And now it was over, and I had no desire to pull my cock out of her ass.
All the viciousness that was in her face about a half an hour ago was gone.
Vickie turned around to me like a lamb and said, "Mr. Collins, I guess I'm a lucky Pierre."
"Baby, you're lucky, sure enough, but I don't know about Pierre. Let's tie her up, Jim, I don't want her moving."
"Okay, Rafe, get the ropes."
We tied her hands in front of her and her legs together. Leaving her so she couldn't get away. We decided that binding her up the way she was before was a little bit too much torture, because we wouldn't be getting back to her for a while. We had some other babes tied up around the house, and they needed some attention as well.
I went into the bathroom where Jan was and Jimmy went back in to check on Marlene.
Jan was just lying down in the tub, looking like a beaten broad. The superiority of the male was beginning to come out. I had an urge right then that I had not had for years ... I wanted this chick to know very strongly that I was her master.
I walked up to her and said, "Okay, Jan, you ready to take some more punishment?"
She put on a defiant look, in spite of the situation and said, "Fuck you, you big-mouthed bastard you!"
I bent over and started untying her hands. She started to swing at me I took one arm and twisted it behind her back and warned her, "You just make one more move like that and I'll break every fuckin' bone in your body."
I sat down on the closed john and pulled her over my knees and began to smack her ass. My rapidly hardening cock was rubbing up against her stomach. I slipped one hand under her and grabbed hold of one of her breasts and hung onto it, twisting it every now and then. After spanking her for about ten minutes she began, to cry, it was no longer pleasurable and was really hurting her. I didn't give one good shit.
I got tired of this and dropped her onto the floor.
Without a word she came towards me on her knees and started to bury her head in my bush, kiss my cock, lick my balls. One of her hands came round to the front of my chest and die began to play with my nipples. I felt a little funny ... a bit like a broad.
Her other hand slipped down under my buttocks and was beginning to feel my anus. I was thinking to myself, I hope Jimmy's having as good a time with Marlene as I'm having with this bitch.
She was still licking and sucking away. Then die bit into the flesh below my beltline. She licked and kissed my whole body. Then she pulled me up to a standing position and pressed her thigh into my cock and started kissing my mouth. Her tongue went way back into my throat until I thought I was swallowing it. Her hands were all over ... I couldn't believe it. I didn't even have a chance to grab hold of her tits and ass, die moved so fast.
Then she went over to the bathtub and turned on the water. She turned to me and said, "We're gonna take a bath and we're gonna fuck and fuck and fuck."
As the water flowed she got down on her knees again and resumed sucking my cock. While she was doing a damn good job of eating me, she was gently squeezing my balls together. Then she stood up halfway, bent over me and put her breasts around the sides of my cock and began to give me a French Lay. It was one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to me.
I began to come. She quickly dropped down on her knees and took my cock in her mouth and sucked and twisted until I was out of juice. I just sat down on the bathroom floor in a cold sweat.
Just then there was a knock at the bathroom door. It was Jimmy, looking beat as all hell.
CHAPTER NINE
At about three o'clock that afternoon, Rafer and I had had enough of these broads. We had fucked them, sucked them, had them blow us, and beat them up. We had douched them and worked them over in every way in the bathroom, the bedroom, and the living room.
Now the three of them were laying on the bed, tied in the bedroom and we were disgusted with them. You know, you can get so much of a good thing and then it goes to hell on you.
I looked down at Vickie and said, "Well, bitch, have you had enough?"
She looked up at me appreciatively and said, "We usually never get enough, sweetheart. But I think we've had enough of you two."
Rafer looked at me and said, "I think we ought to let them go. What the hell can they do now. They pulled one on us, we pulled one on them, I think we're about even."
Jan looked up and said, "I'm not even, I'm ahead of the game. I've got more come in me than anybody in the world."
I looked down at Jan and said, "Beautiful, baby. If I had my way I'd give you some more, but I think I'm about out of juice."
Marlene looked up and said, "I don't think you ever run out of juice, Jimmy. You've got the biggest, most beautiful, sweetmeat I've ever seen in my life."
At this point, Rafe went into the kitchen got a knife, cut the ropes, stood the girls up, and handed back what was left of their bikinis.
Without too much pride or fuss or trouble the girls put their bikinis on and each one of them lined up in front of each one of us and kissed us full on the mouth. They each grabbed hold of our cocks and gave them one last twist. I couldn't believe that we had run across three young teenagers like this in Cape Cod. Or rather that Rafe had run across them and then was thoughtful enough to call me up. I was one tired lad.
We hustled the girls out the front door, promising to see them some time later in the vacation and promising also that we would be around for at least a couple of weeks and that they didn't have to panic.
Vickie felt a little bad because of the stripes on her back but she said that she would put some salve on and that they would heel and that we shouldn't worry about it.
Neither one of us really planned to.
The door closed and we watched the girls through the window as they went across to that old shack and disappeared behind it. We had never actually seen any one of them go into the shack.
Rafe and I sat down to have dinner, which wasn't looking too good. We charcoaled some hamburgers on a grill as soon as we got the fire going and relaxed a little bit.
As we were getting the fire going, Rafe looked at me and said, "Can you believe what we just went through. Thirty-one years of life on this earth and I have never seen anything like this and probably won't ever see anything like this again."
"I don't know why we let them out of there. We should have kept them here for a couple of days," I replied. said.
"Well, I guess we can wait," I said.
We decided to get some sack time as soon as we got the chow finished.
I looked at Rafe and said, "Boy, it would be handy to have them around to clean up the dishes.
"I don't think these are the kind of chicks that are gonna clean up dishes. I think we just better forget about dish cleaning and worry more about what we're going to do this evening for entertainment."
And then the two of us looked at each other as those sparked by the same idea at the same time.
"You're not thinking what I am," I said to Rafe.
"And you're not thinking what I am," he replied to me.
But fortunately, or unfortunately, as the case maybe, we were thinking the same thing. And that was that as soon as dark hit and the sun went down, we would then proceed to sneak over to that boarded-up secretive house, get inside and find out what else was in there besides kiddies like Vickie.
"I can hardly wait to get some sleep," I said.
Rafer looked and me and said, "Let's lock the doors, the windows and everything else. If those chicks get in here and catch us unawares, we're liable to wind up with that cat-o-nine-tails across our own backs. I think we ought to just sack out from now till around seven, eight o'clock get up, shower and see what's happening."
I was damn well inclined to agree, so we ate and sacked out.
Seven-thirty finally rolled around and we got up.
I looked at Rafe and said, "Hey, Rafe get up."
"Oh yeah, Jim. What's happening?"
"It's dark out. It's time for us to do a little dressing and night prowling, don't you think?"
"Yeah ... not only think ... that's exactly what I want to do. You use the shower first and I'll take care of my problem after."
It didn't take long to shower, only about a half hour. The two of us got dressed being very careful to wear only black clothes ... slacks, shirts, shoes, socks ... the works. We were going to travel real quiet-like.
We stepped out into the Cape Cod night air and felt pretty good. Before we left we had had three Scotches on the rocks, real fast which we felt was a good beginning to our night.
Rafe looked at me and said, "Strange how that house is completely dark."
I replied, "The thing that really is strange is how you couldn't see in if it was lit because of all those shutters and curtains and everything else that it looked like it had during the day."
"Well, I think we ought to approach from the back and I think we should bring the Caddy up closer in case we have to get out of there for some reason?"
"Oh, don't be silly, Jim. What the hell should be in there that we would have to get away from it that rapidly. And to tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind being captured by those three Inroads again if they want to put me through the so-called ringer. After all, we did have fun with them this afternoon."
My reply to Rafer was, "I don't dig being captured by anyone, man. I'm the Lord and Master. I don't mind beating ... I just don't want to get beaten on. masochism is not my bag."
"Well you ought to try it some time, might do you some good," Rafe said. "I say we go on foot and let's not sweat it."
That's exactly what we did. We started out for that big dark house. We got around fifty feet away from it and tried to listen for sounds. It was dead silent in there. I couldn't imagine what a little shack, or maybe it wasn't so little, but what a shack like that was doing in the middle of Cape Cod, completely dark with three teen-age, young chicks staying in it ... or was that the truth. Were they really staying there? We had never seen them enter. We had never seen them come out. And we were getting more God-damn curious by the second.
We moved up real close to the house now and we were around six feet from it. We still heard no sounds. We had never seen the front of the house because we hadn't walked down the beach that way and you couldn't see it from the angle of where out cottage was. So now we began to come around the front.
The front porch did have a very dim light over the front door. It looked like forty watts and dieing.
Rafer looked at me and said, "Jim, I don't like the look of this. But we got nothing to lose. Why don't we just sort of sneak up and see in one of those windows."
Well, we did that pretty quick and there was nothing to be seen cause there were no porch windows. All there ms again, was sets of shudders and when we tried to look between the cracks of the Gutters we could see nothing but blackness.
I really began to get a little nervous at this point and wondered if we weren't going near some sort of a closed-up private home that belonged to somebody else, and that the police were going to come down on our heads any minute.
But we decided to take the big plunge and we sneaked up to the front door.
"You want to try the handle," Rafer said.
"Why not?"
We pulled back the screen door and tried the front door handle. The minute we pulled back the screen door we noticed that the front door was not a typical summer cottage front door. It was a massive, heavy oak door with a wrought-iron grip on it. As we pressed down on the grip we seemed to notice that there was no locking mechanism. We just gently shoved it in a little ways and it went. And it stayed. It did not swing back like an ordinary door would.
I looked inside, but all I could see was sort of a red glow, a dark red glow. There was really not a hell of a lot that I could see.
Still slightly nervous we pushed the door open another six or twelve inches. There were absolutely no sounds. Rafer indicated that we ought to slip inside and close the door real quiet like.
So very carefully we opened the door, just enough for a body to go through, and entered.
We closed the door and found ourselves sitting at what looked like quite a large size entrance room. The red lighting was indirect and coming from the ceiling and the floor we were on was carpeted with a very plush carpet.
To tell you the truth I was very shocked at the plushiness of the interior of this place. There was no furniture in the room, just a lot of hard benches around the edges and one large door at the end of the hall that led into the room. Other than that, there was a staircase on the right leading upstairs. But evidently there was no activity going on up there.
It was a frightening setting, something like a haunted whore house or something but I guess we really couldn't tell at that point what it was that was making us so nervous.
I looked back up at the door that we had just closed and saw that indeed there was no locking mechanism. But what there was, was a sliding, giant wood bolt, like you would see in a castle in King Arthur's days. This too, made me nervous.
I looked up the stairs again but still saw nothing. I looked straight ahead at the door and saw nothing. But then I head the music of a flute coming it seemed from the doorway.
We decided to take a chance and go in that doorway so we crawled across the room.
Rafe looked at me and said, quietly but with some guts, 'This is stupid. Let's stand up and walk through the God-damn door. The worse that can happen to us is sell disturb somebody doing something. There was no bell outside. We could say we knocked and walked."
So we stood up and headed for the door. The closer we got to it the more foreboding it looked. And then as we reached it, Rafer began to reach for the knob, which was not a knob, but again a wrought-iron handle that could easily be opened.
As he reached for it a crisp, husky female voice cracked three words ... "Don't touch it!"
We both turned around and saw on the staircase a blonde, tall woman. A vision. Gorgeous and vicious looking ... deadly, the type of broad that I'd like to rap in the mouth.
She looked down at us and repeated her words, "Don't touch it."
I looked up at her and said, "Who the hell are you?"
Before she replied we gave a quick appraisal, as good as we could in the forty watt red light. She had on long black leather leotard-type pants, tucked inside black boots coming up mid-calf. Her black leather pants curved into a two or three inch wide belt that was wrapped around a tiny waist which billowed up into the fullest pair of breasts I'd ever seen. Her upper garment was something that's difficult to describe. It was made out of a clinging silk and it seemed to have no bra underneath it. Her breasts were huge. The girl herself looked about six feet tall. When I say girl or woman she looked to me to be between thirty and forty years old. A pair of big, blue deep-set eyes, jet black eyebrows and blonde hair. She looked like real trouble.
"Come around here and away from that door," she said, motioning to the foot of the staircase.
The tone of her voice made us think that we better do as she said. She looked like she could be pretty nasty or associated with people who could be nasty. So the two of us walked around to the base of the staircase.
I looked up at her. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Do we know you," I asked.
"I don't see where that's important right now. What the hell are you two people doing in this house?"
I said, "Well, I'm Jimmy Conne and this is my good friend Rafer Collins and we came up from New York for the summer and you're the nearest neighbor we have and we figured we'd stop around and find out what's happening with you."
She looked down at us and said, "I doubt that that's your motive since people don't usually walk into other people's houses without knocking or ringing or doing something. However, I can tell you what's happening with us much better if you come upstairs. My name's Karla and I think we should get better acquainted before I decide if you're welcome here or not."
I looked at Rafer as if to say that maybe we should get the hell out of here right now before this leather clad bitch sinks into us.
But Rafe seemed game and began to ascend the stairs.
As I got to the third step I noticed that she not only was wearing leather leotards and a silk shirt with no bra on, and that her ass showed me that die had no panties or girdle on, but she had leather gloves on too. If I were writing a comic-strip about her I would have called her Leather Woman. The only thing that bothered me was that she was a sexy broad. A beautiful sexy broad.
If I had to give her measurements I'd say she was about 39-22-37. A dynamite, big, built broad close to six feet tall.
As we arrived at the top of the steps she made a fast right turn, looked quickly over her shoulder to make sure that we were following, and walked down a hall which was lit with blue lights; again very dull, very dark, very depressing but beautifully furnished, plushly carpeted and very, very quiet, except for the music of the flute which perpetrated the air.
We came to the end of the corridor and she swung open one of those big old doors with an iron band on the end of it and we walked into a rather small room with two couches in it and nothing else really to see except a closet on one side.
She motioned us to one couch and said, "Have a seat." She had a slight Hungarian accent but nothing that was really detectable or annoying.
Rafe and I sat down. She snapped her fingers at a wall as though there was somebody there listening. Then she turned to us.
"Would you like a drink," she asked.
Rafe said, "Scotch on the rocks."
I said, "Scotch on the rocks."
About ten seconds later the door opened and a girl walked in in a maid's outfit. If I didn't know better I would swear that the girl was Marlene. For this girl too was Oriental, short and beautiful.
But the girl paid no attention to us. Instead she looked at the woman sitting in the chair.
Karla said, "Two Scotch on the rocks and one Dubbonet on the rocks."
The girl left.
CHAPTER TEN
Karla crossed her legs and said, "How did you find my place?"
"As we explained," Rafe said, "we have the place across the sand over there about one hundred and fifty feet off and we just really told you the truth downstairs in the hall."
"Fine," die said. "What is it that you hoped to find over here in the way of company?"
"Well, your house looked very mysterious and we were very curious to find out why?"
"You look to me Mr. Collins like the type of man who likes to suck cunt."
I was shocked. Had the words come from this blonde bitch's mouth or was I inventing things in my mind? "Excuse me," I said.
She repeated herself. "I said, that you look like the type of man who likes to suck cunt."
I looked at Jimmy. He was a little embarrassed. But catching on real quick that we were in some sort of a strange situation he prompted me on.
"I guess you could say that I do like to suck cunt."
"Alright Mr. Collins, you will have your chance to demonstrate that right now. If indeed, you do like to suck cunt then you have come to the right place, and I don't see why you can't become one of our regular friends. And you Mr. Conne, is it your interest to suck cunt as well? No, no, not to me, Mr. Conne, you look like the type of person who likes to beat women. Is that true Mr. Conne?"
"Well, Kala, that is true, I do like to beat women but how did you know?"
"Mr. Conne, my business is to know things like what we're talking about right now. And if you like to beat women I see no reason why you too can not become one of our friends and acquaintances here in the society. And if you are willing to put up with some of the more interesting and exotic things in life you can become lifetime members of our organization. We will not tell you too much about the organization. The only thing we can tell you is that if you volunteer for the initiation you cannot turn back. You will find there is no way out once you are in. However, once you are in you usually do not ever want to get out."
"Are you insinuating that we cannot get out of this building?"
"Oh no, not at all, Mr. Collins. You can leave at any time. But once you commit yourself to initiation into this organization it is then that you will not leave the building until the initiation is complete, at which time if you are not happy with the organization and no longer want to be part of it, you are free to go."
"Well how long does this initiation take," Jimmy asked.
"It is a twenty-four hour initiation, Mr. Conne. One which I think you particularly will find very interesting."
I looked at Rafe and asked him what he thought.
"I think we should stay," Rafe said. "What have we got to lose, it's vacation time."
I agreed and we both told Karla that we would immediately volunteer for membership in the society. "And by the way, what was the name of the society," I asked.
"We call ourselves the Devil's Disciples ... and yes you did recognize that girl who served you. She was Marlene and die was at your cabin this afternoon. And when I found out she was severely punished for it. However, at the time her state of mind was not the same as it is now so she does not remember you. You will please not refer to her, or to anybody else in the organization by name except for me. You can call me Karla and you must learn to obey my every wish until the twenty-four hour period is up, which begins now. And you Mr. Collins who likes to suck cunt have your first opportunity now."
At that moment Marlene entered, put the drinks down in front of each one of us and left, closing the door behind her. We heard a bolt slide home in the door.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Mr. Collins, suck my cunt," Karla ordered.
Rafe looked at me and realized that he had gotten himself into an interesting situation. I would not only suck this blonde's cunt, I thought to myself, I would eat everything that she had to offer.
She stood up and I noticed that in her right hand she held a riding crop. Rafe also stood up. He walked over to her and reached for her belt. Karla slapped his face with one of her leather gloved hands and said, "I will tell you what to do. All I said was to suck my cunt and I will prepare it for the licking, unless I ask you to prepare it. And I have not done that. So just wait until I'm ready." With that she moved her leather gloved hands down and sensuously and slowly she removed the belt. She flung it behind her and pulled the pullover blouse out from the inside of her pants and whipped it up over her shoulders. Her breasts were in full view. They were gorgeous. The pink nipples stood pert and beautiful. She now took one hand inside of her pants and loosened the top clip. She opened the zipper and began to remove the pants.
Suddenly she realized that her boots were still on. She looked at Rafer and said, "Remove my boots."
She sat on the couch and held her legs out to Rafe. Rafe bent down on his knees and took one boot off. He then removed the other boot.
Karla then said, "Help me get the pants off." Rafe then slipped the leather pants down over her long limbs and once removed laid them carefully on the couch behind her.
She then looked at him and said, "Mr. Collins, put my boots back on. I always like to get licked with my boots on."
Rafe leaned down, picked up one of her boots and began to put it on. As he tried to slip it on, she took the riding crop and whacked him on the back of his neck.
Rafe looked up at her sharply as though he were going to punch her in the mouth. And yet some strange feeling came over him like he was in complete control of this woman. And indeed he was. He went back to putting the boots on.
When both boots were on the woman stood up. She was completely naked save for the black leather boots which reached her knees. Her long blonde hair hung down past her shoulders. The riding crop still clutched in her hand. Her full breasts stood out in front of her proud and strong. She looked down at Rafe and said. "Now, Mr. Collins, my cunt."
Rafe dropped to his knees and placed one hand on her butt. The minute his hand touched her she smacked him again across his neck.
She said, "Mr. Collins, before you lick my cunt, I want you to strip."
Rafe stood up looking a bit embarrassed.
Karla turned to me and said, "You, Mr. Conne, while Mr. Collins is stripping himself, I would like if you also would strip and put your clothes in one of those little blue bags that are on the couch. You will not need them for now as we have other clothes for you to wear. "
We did as she said since we had both agreed to obey her.
When we had done as we were told Karla turned to Rafe and said, "Now Mr. Collins, lick my cunt and hurry up."
And now Rafe bent down and began to lick this woman's beautiful pussy. I could see by the look on his face that he wanted to devour everything in her crotch.
As he licked, Karla's face got more of an erotic look on it and yet she held the riding crop tightly. She was in command. Karla was Rafe's true mistress.
As Rafe licked away, Karla began to speak to him, which in itself was getting me so damn excited, I was sitting there on the couch with a hard-on a full eight inches long. She was saying to him," Mr. Collins, suck me. Get your tongue up in my pussy. Work it around, Mr. Collins. That's it. I'm going to teach you that the Devil's Disciples are devoted to two things, pleasure and pain. They are very much related Mr. Collins, did you know that? Don't answer, Mr. Collins just suck. Mr. pussy itches for your tongue, your lips. Kiss my pussy, Mr. Collins. Kiss it. Lick it, Mr. Collins, lick it. Work your tongue around in it, Mr. Collins. Deeper. Deeper, Mr. Collins."
Then I noticed Karla's hand drop to the back of Rafe's head, pushing his entire face into that beautiful box which she had by now placed on the couch. She spread her legs wide and Rafe was leaning into that cunt with all his might, sucking and kissing and licking. She lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and now his head was buried deep within her pussy. She looked like she was getting ready to begin vibrating.
Karla moaned, "Mr. Collins, you are now experiencing pleasure. I am experiencing pleasure. Soon you will experience pain."
She never let go of that riding crop but one thing I noticed her composure was slipping away as she got ready to come. And then her body began to throb as she vibrated on the couch. She raised herself off the couch and I saw the come dripping down the insides of her thighs. I saw her hold Rafer's head deep inside of her cunt. I heard him gag a little bit and I saw him licking and sucking away at her.
At last she looked down and tapped him on the back of his head with her riding crop and said "That's enough Mr. Collins. You may stand now." Standing in the middle of the room, Rafe collins, thirty-one year old president of a major New York corporation, with his cock eight inches long, looking ridiculous. That's one thing about Rafe and myself we both have the same size cocks.
"Mr. Collins, come over here and put that hardon on the arm of this couch and keep it there until I say you can take it off. And don't move, Mr. Collins or you will regret it."
Rafe put his cock on the arm of the sofa. It was as big and throbbing as I had ever seen it. In spite of the activities of the last few days, he had a tremendous hardon and an urge for this woman that was uncontrollable.
Karla looked both regal and vicious with those black boots, riding crop and the come still dripping from her. She stared at Rafe and her left hand almost unobtrusively lifted the riding crop and smashed it down on Rafe's cock.
He began to scream but then swallowed it. Tears came to his eyes as the red mark showed across the middle of his penis.
"That Mr. Collins," Karla said, "is pain. That is something you will experience frequently during the next twenty-four hours."
Karla looked at me. "And now you Mr. Conne, you who like to beat women, come over here."
I got up and walked over to this blonde, beautiful bitch. I decided I would not cow-tow to her. If she tried it, I would break her ass. What the hell, Rafe and I with one broad in a room, and she ordering us around in the nude like a bunch of dillies. Her standing there with her black boots and leather whip.
"Come over here, Mr. Conne, and get down on your knees before me."
I found myself hypnotized by her voice. I dropped to my knees.
"Lick the come from the inside of my thighs, Mr. Conne and do it gently as I like the feeling of a tongue on me in this manner. And you Mr. Collins, you sit on the couch and watch for a moment." Rafer sat down as though also hypnotized by this blond Hungarian bitch.
And there I was on my knees on the soft carpet, licking the come off of her and liking it. I was under her control ... under her power.
She looked down and said to me, "Mr. Conne, go around to my backside, spread the cheeks of my ass and lick my anus. You, Mr. Collins go down in front of me and lick my pussy again. I have need of having both ends cleaned by the tongues of two such strong gentlemen as yourselves."
I moved around to Karla's beautiful ass. She had the most gorgeous pair of cheeks I had ever seen in my life. They were the most beautiful, soft, pink flesh. I caressed them gently. The moment I did so a whip came down across the back of my neck. She had slashed out at me.
Turning toward me she said," Mr. Conne, I asked you to spread the cheeks of my ass and clean the inside with your tongue. I did not ask you to paw me. Now say excuse me, Mr. Conne, say excuse me."
I looked up and wanted to kill her but somehow I enjoyed the sensation of being in her power. I said, "Excuse me Karla, excuse me."
"You are forgiven Mr. Conne," she said. "Now proceed with the licking."
I spread those lovely cheeks with my hands and went into the anus, penetrating it deeply with my tongue. As I licked the walls of her anus she began to twitter and vibrate. Rafe was up front. I could see his knees between her wide spread legs.
The whip hung low over both of us and we knew that any wrong moves would mean a smash with that whip, which was not the most pleasant of experiences.
As Rafe and I ate out both her cunt and her ass, she vibrated, and jumped up and down. And as she came, the come spewed forth. I took my finger and shoved it way up into her ass and twisted it.
And then I threw her to the floor, figuring what the hell.
Rafe looked at me in horror as if to say, what are you doing, you're going to get killed. But I felt the hell with this. I smacked Karla in the face. Blood dripped from the side of her mouth.
She looked up at me and said, "Mr. Conne, you'll regret this."
I clamped my hand over her mouth. I couldn't care less what I would regret. I jumped on top of her and stuck my cock right into that juicy, beautiful, mature cunt. As it got in there she sighed and moaned. I fucked her like a madman. "Baby, say fuck me, fuck me, or I'm going to break your ass," I yelled.
She looked up at me, and let go of her whip. Her booted feet wrapped around my ass and she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me good. Fill me with come."
"I'll fill you so full of come you'll burst."
And I fucked her. And she loved it.
Her boots were making heel marks in the back of my ass. Her crimson, thick juicy lips opened up to mine and she pulled my head down and kept me in an embrace. Her arms flung around my neck as we fucked away like animals.
I grabbed and squeezed those beautiful boobs that I could only look at before from an ass end view. "This Karla, this is pain and pleasure. You'll know what Jimmy Conne means when he says pain and pleasure."
Rafer was astounded by this entire thing. I heard him somewhere in the background saying, "Jimmy no ... Jimmy no!"
I fucked away and I said to Karla as I fucked. "Say I love you. Say I love you."
Her only reply was "Fuck me Mr. Conne, fuck me, for it's your last time."
And fuck we did until the seed burst forth from my joy-prong into her box. And as I burst forth she gave back with an orgasm that sent her body high into the air. She moaned and whined and dug her nails into my back. And finally she smacked my face back and forth as she completed her orgasm.
And you know something, for the first time in my life I enjoyed a female smacking my face.
Again I was nervous. For now it was over and the woman regained her composure. She leaped to her feet, grabbed ho-riding crop, grabbed her clothing, turned around to the two of us and said, "I'll be back for you gentlemen. You, Mr. Conne have made a mistake but you'll pay for it as everybody in the Devil's Disciples. But for now relax yourselves. Somebody else will be here to bring you to the next level of Discipleship. Enjoy yourselves gentlemen. Don't try to leave. It would be highly (inadvisable. Oh by the way, Mr. Collins, you truly know how to suck a cunt."
Rafe found himself humbly answering, "Thank you Karla ... thank you."
And then Karla disappeared through the doorway and we heard the click of a bolt.
"Rafe," I said, "I don't think this was wise." Rafe replied, "Jimmy, I don't think you're wise. That does not look the type of woman you just jump and fuck. That looks like trouble. But I have a feeling that whatever is in this house we can overpower it and get out if we have to, but we only have twenty-three hours and thirty minutes, so let's not sweat it."
My answer to Rafer was very simple, "Let's get fucked, man. Let's get fucked."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rafer and I cleaned some of the come off ourselves, rinsed our mouths out with some water that had been left with some glasses, and sat down and tried to anticipate what was happening. We had noticed that when Karla had left, she had taken the two bags with our clothes in them, so that left nothing for us to wear.
About fifteen minutes had passed when we heard the bolt slide back on the door. The door opened and two rather large boned women stood in the doorway. One was wearing a pair of leather shorts, skin tight, that looked like a normal chick's pair of panties except that they were made of leather and there was a two and a half inch wide belt holding them up. She wore knee high leather boots and that's all. Her face was nothing to look twice at yet there was something mysterious about it. She had a large boned jaw, big round dark eyes and her mousy brown hair was worn in a mannish looking hair comb. Her breasts were something else ... big, pendulous and beautiful.
The other woman was relatively of the same description, the only difference being that she had black hair and her shorts were made of rubber.
Both women looked large and tough, unlike the kind of femininity we had been playing with earlier in the day. However, at this point we were in no position to question anything.
The two women came into the room, bolting the door behind them. One of them looked at Rafe and said, "You, the short one, come over here."
And Rafe went over to her. The other one didn't say a word, but just beckoned me to come over to her. I too did as I was told.
It seemed that something strange that we had not seen before was going to happen. Each of the women held a package of sorts in their hands, which they began to unwrap. The one that I was with took put what appeared to be a large cock made out of something like plastic or rubber. It looked about six or seven inches long. She looked me in the eye and said, "Mister, when were you fucked last?"
I had no reply for this. I simply began to laugh.
One of her long arms reached out and she smacked me across the face. At the same time she stepped back and warned me not to try anything or there would be really bad trouble.
Rafer saw our exchange and therefore was very calm with his companion, who also held the same type of paraphernalia.
"This is called a dildo," the woman in the black leather shorts said to me.
"I've seen them before," I replied.
"Good, then you know what's in store for you. Now bend over that couch."
I looked at her wondering if I was going to stand for this form of humility and then I decided that maybe I didn't have a choice. I bent over the couch as she said and felt her roughly grab hold of my two hands, and put them into two chain cuffs which were attached to the couch under the pillows.
There I was manacled in a bent over position with my ass sticking up in the air and my cock extending between my legs. The next thing I felt was the woman's finger slipping into my asshole. I got a tremendous hard on at this feeling of helplessness and having something sticking into my ass. She did grab ahold of my cock once and twisted it in a painful way. There was no pleasure on my part at all.
The next thing I felt was the dildo being inserted into my ass. I felt like I was being tom in half as this large woman shoved it inch by inch deeper into me. I heard her grunting and groaning with each push. The same sounds were coming from across the room and out of the comer of my eye I could see Rafer in very much the same position as I was, chained to the couch, ass end up over the edge of one of the arms.
Now I felt the full effect of the dildo as it was shoved all the way in. The woman continued her grunting and groaning as she reached her hand around my chest and began to play with my nipples. She pinched them, a sensation I did not find unpleasant.
As I pressed down onto the dildo I felt a warm thick substance enter my anus. My rectum began to feel very soar and after about five minutes of this I thought I would burst. I knew I couldn't take much more of this.
Finally I heard the woman shudder behind me and felt her withdraw the dildo.
Neither of the two women released our hands before they headed for the door. One of them said, "You'll be joined shortly for a new kind of treatment. Now that your asses have been them said, "You'll be joined shortly for a new kind of treatment. Now that your asses have been initiated internally, they're about to be initiated externally.' And with that they left the room, bolting the lock behind them.
About ten minutes later the door opened and Jan and Vickie came into the room. This time they were dressed much differently from the bikinis they had worn earlier. Black neckerchiefs adorned their throats above shits, pants, gloves and boots made of the blackest leather. They looked beautiful.
Vickie was carrying a long black case with her. As she opened the case and withdrew seven birch rods freshly cut and a large vase containing something she said "Gentlemen we have a duty to perform if you wish to scream you may do so, but it won't do you any good believe me."
I looked as best I could at the vase wondering what it could contain.
As if reading my mind Jan said, "The vase is full of vinegar gentlemen, which is something that makes the birch sting a little harder."
Now I figured that there'd be no meat left on my ass after this. I was beginning to regret my twenty-four hour stay with the Devil's Disciples having now become the victim when I had planned to be the abuser.
Jan walked over to me and placed a hand on my buttocks. She gently caressed them and slipped a finger inside of my ass, wiggled it around, withdrew it and said," I'm sorry that I don't have time for other things or this might even be more interesting than it's going to be." And with that she stepped back out of sight.
The sensation of the first blow was something I had never been through although I had put many females through it being somewhat of a sadist myself. The birch whacked through the air and landed firmly across my buttocks. I felt shivers running up and down my whole body. This girl possess a strength like I had never known before. I heard Rafer getting the same thing. Some groans and moans uttered from us but neither of us were willing to cry out ... to give these females the satisfaction of knowing that they were mastering us. The birches whistled through the air and found their target every time, the insides and the backs of my thighs, my buttocks. At one point Jan reached down and lifted one cheek away from the other and took the birch and whacked me on the inside between my butt.
Since I had never experienced anything like this before I knew there was going to be blood drawn from the back of my ass.
The girls did not spare the rod. They used the vinegar and really let us have it. Fifty of the finest. And when they were through there were seven broken birch rods on the floor .
Our asses were burning like fire. But they were not through with us yet.
"All right Jan, you go first," Vickie said.
Jan took the vinegar vase and came over behind me and poured half of the remaining liquid across my butt. The stinging feeling, the pain was unbelievable. Some of the liquid dripped down onto my cock which was still standing at attention. As I writhed in pain, I heard Rafe take in a big breath as he got his dousing.
And then the two girls walked out. When they had gone I yelled over to Rafe. "Still glad you joined the Devil's Disciples, baby?"
He couldn't even answer. His head was on the couch. He was in real pain. Evidently Vickie had given him a double dose although each of us was to be given equal treatment. His ass was a mass of red pulp.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
We were left alone for awhile, and then all of a sudden lights went on all over the room. It was as though we were in a stadium as our asses seemed to be floodlit.
And now into the room walked two tremendous black men bigger than anything I had ever seen. They were completely naked except for a jockstrap. And those jockstraps looked like they held something bigger than I ever owned.
Right behind the black men came Karla, Vickie, Jan, Marlene and three or four other girls. Following them were several men wearing masks and hoods and different kinds of weird outfits.
Each person in the group walked to both couches, inspected us and then moved to one side of the room. It seemed as though we were on display as stuffed pigs.
And then one of the black men approached me and I was sure at the same time the other was approaching Rafe.
The man looked down at me and said, "You is gonna eat something boy. And you is gonna eat it now because you is hungry. But first I'm gonna prepare it for you."
And with that the black man stripped his jock off and let go of a cock that must have been a foot long. I looked at it and thought to myself, this is not my scene. As I got ready to talk the black man went around to the back of the couch and what I had feared began to come true.
In the next instant I felt that big cock shoving against my asshole. Although I had taken the dildo in before, it was like the amateur hour in comparison to this professional. This guy was likely to kill me.
As he shoved the cock into me, I found myself getting a hardon in spite of the fact that I was never one to go for homosexual activities.
He had gotten eight inches or so into me and was pushing away with brute strength. "Come on white boy fuck," he said. "Come on and move your ass."
He shoved it in to the hilt and I felt like it was going to come out the other end. He began to really move around in there and if it wasn't for all of those people watching I suppose I would have screamed for mercy. But something called humility or pride or stupidity kept me from yelling as this black man tore my entrails out. I heard Rafe gasping across the room knowing full well that he was getting the same treatment from the other black buck.
Now the man withdrew his cock from my ass and came around in front of me. The next thing I knew he squeezed my jaws forcing me to open wide and slapped that tremendous piece of meat into my mouth. He was not holding the back of my neck with his hand and shoving his cock literally down my throat.
Now I knew what the women must feel like when I did the same thing to them. How it felt to gag and choke on someone's cock when it was getting ready to come and deliver a ton of sperm down the throat.
This was not to my liking but I had no choice in the matter. The huge prick remained in my mouth for what seemed to be three or four years, although I knew it was only three or four seconds. Finally though, it began to jerk and pump and sperm forced its way down into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it. I was chocking and gagging and thought I was starting to die from suffocation.
But the black cock went on and on and on. It came coming and coming. The black man looked down at me and said, "Suck it, white boy. Suck it. Suck it in good."
Finally he withdrew his cock from my mouth, shook off the extra sperm across my face, picked up one of the birch rods lying in the middle of the floor and gave me one good whack across my bruised and swollen rump.
At the next instant the lights went out, the people filled out, the doors were slammed and Rafe and I were left there chained like animals. What we were to be subjected to next we did not know and dared not venture to think about it.
I suppose fifteen minutes or so went by before I had the strength to yell across to Rafe to find out if he was alright.
"The next day when we get out of this place," he replied, "we're gonna come back and one by one break everybody in this joint down to nothing."
I asked him what he thought about the possibilities of black-mail.
He replied, "These cock suckers try to Mack-mail me and I'll have this fucking place bombed. And you know damn well Jim that I can afford to have it done."
"I know Rafe. I just wish that we could make a connection now cause I can't dream of ever being able to get free from this couch and getting up and walking."
"Yeah man, I know how you feel."
We fell into a deadly silence each of us absorbed with our own thoughts about our predicament.
Presently the door swung open again and in walked Karla. She was back in her original outfit, her gorgeous buttocks swinging as she walked, her breasts undulating under the silk shirt. She walked over, looked down at me and said, "Well, Mr. Conne ... woman beater, how tough do you feel now."
She reached down between my legs and stroked my cock. It was at full mast and she knew that it wouldn't take very much to make it come. She gave it a quick twist and a fast jerk and the sperm began to spew. She kept jerking it very calmly until every last drop had fallen on the rug.
"That, Mr. Conne," die said, "is the end of your strength for a little while."
Then she approached Rafer and said, "Mr. Collins, marvel of cunt-lickers, master of pussy-cleaners I'm going to take care of you also because I don't want you to suffer." She reached between Rafe's legs and with her leather gloved hand gave him much the same treatment as I had just received.
Three or four jerks, a couple of twists and Rafe began to moan like an animal. The come just poured out of him, only he delivered a load twice the size of mine.
Karla said to him, "I see that you're more sensitive to this for you far surpass Mr. Conne in terms of the amount of sperm you can deliver. I'm proud of you Mr. Collins and I'm glad to see that you are enjoying your initiation for phase two will soon begin." And with that she turned and once again left the room.
About ten minutes had passed before the door again opened. This time a short, chunky woman dressed in all black leather entered the room. With a Gestapo attitude she informed us that her name was Gretchen. That she was here with new attire for us, that die was going to take us to get cleaned up and repaired and make us ready for the second phase of our initiation. This phase to come, she advised us, we would really enjoy, for the worst was now over.
She unlocked our handcuffs and handed each of us a black robe which we donned. She then said, "Gentlemen we will go downstairs now. Remember along the way pay attention only to following me and when we reach our destination do exactly as the attendants in the infirmary say. Then you will go on to phase two."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The infirmary was a cold and sterile room and as we entered it Gretchen said to us, "Now remember behave yourselves."
We nodded affirmatively and she felt. Standing in our black cloths we surveyed the room. There was a man and woman dressed all in white. In the middle of the room was a large table with florescent light over it. The rest of the room was almost completely dark.
The man muttered something to the woman and she came over to us. She was a youngish girl, about twenty-five I would say and attractive.
"Climb up on the table and lay down on your stomach."
As I did so I noticed the man handed the woman some sort of pomade which the girl proceeded to rub into my raw, swollen ass. Oddly enough the woman's hands felt very pleasant and the rubbing of the pomade did in fact soothe the wounds. When she was finished she patted me on the ass, told me to get off the table and motioned for Rafe to take my place so he too could have the same treatment. When this was completed the two of them told us that somebody would be by to pick us up and then they left.
Within thirty seconds Karla entered the room. She said, "Gentlemen, follow me."
Karla led us through various corridors. I was confused as I didn't know in what part of the house we were in now. Rafer it appeared didn't even care to know. Karla then deposited each of us in a separate room.
My room was around six feet square. All that was there was two chains on the wall. Karla told me to lift my hands up behind me. I looked at her and thought this is the time.
But before I had a chance to move she pointed a gun, which she had drawn out from her belt, and said, "If you have an funny ideas you'd better think again because I would have no hesitation about putting a bullet between your eyes. So be a good boy and just raise your hands up real slow."
Karla then came around to the side of me and chained me to the wall like a common dungeon prisoner. She then left the room.
I must admit that although the room was plushly carpeted, with soft lights and flute music, the kind I had heard earlier, being piped in, it was still a windowless cell.
The chains held me about six inches from the wall. It was not a comfortable situation and I was very nervous to say the least.
Several moments later Gretchen came into the room. "Mr. Conne," she said, "it has come to my attention that you have not had the higher education when it comes to eating pussy. I will teach you the better things in life, Mr. Conne and I will hope that you will learn them for I would hate to use the methods that I normally use to instruct those who do not obey me. Do you understand me, Mr. Conne?"
I had little choice. I muttered, "Yes, I do." Gretchen then produced from the inside of her leather jacket a rubber truncheon and a sample blow was dealt to my cock. "That's to make sure you do."
The pain rang through my body and I pulled die chains trying to get at her.
She stood out of reached, laughed at me and said, "Mr. Conne every time you yank on those chains you'll receive the kind of blow that I just gave you. Only I will not deliver it to your penis, I will instead deliver it to your balls, Mr. Conne. Now picture this before you make any more silly moves. Now get down on your knees."
I dropped to my knees without thinking any further. I realized I was in very bad trouble and that this domineering bitch of an old crow was about to deliver some very unpleasant experiences to me.
She removed her boots and leather pants. I realized that this body was a little older than I would have preferred. And although her pussy was not going to be very appetizing to me, I would soon be forced to eat it. I contemplated in my mind something other than this bossy bitch hoping it would help me to do as I was told.
She stood there completely dressed above the waist, including her leather gloves. She reached out and jammed my face into her burning bush. "Now Mr. Conne, listen to me," she said. "First kiss all around my pussy. Then kiss underneath between my box and my asshole. Then I want you to kiss just the asshole. Do this exactly as I have stated. Do not vary, unless I tell you to."
I started to follow her instructions.
"Now kiss gently Mr. Conne, kiss gently. Move your lips to the clitoris, Mr. Conne. Slowly, Mr. Conne, gently, Mr. Conne. Now insert your tongue in my vagina. That's it, Mr. Conne, eat my pussy. Eat what is in there. Swallow and eat, Mr. Conne."
I felt the black leather gloved hands tightening around the back of my neck as die shoved my face further into her pussy.
Then she lifted a leg up and placed it upon my shoulder and insisted with her hands that I keep my face buried in her cunt. Thai she turned around and said, "Mr. anus, Mr. Conne, lick my anus."
Since my hands were not able to come around, she parted her cheeks for me allowing me to get my face deeper into her ass. She kept back up onto me and my tongue went deeper into her anus.
She squirmed and moaned out, "Mr. Conne, lick my crouch, Lick it quickly, lick it hard."
Then she turned around and put one of her feet on my shoulder and grabbed my head and shoved my face into her cunt.
She undulated her hips and moaned out to me, "Your tongue, Mr. Conne, your tongue. Shove your tongue in there, Mr. Conne quickly. Lick my cunt. Suck and like the juice from my cunt. Lick it. Suck it all up."
She said it over and over again, egging me on. Her pussy, strange as it may seem, was still juicy and it oozed forth the juices at the pre-orgasm stage. I could sense that she was getting ready to climax and I kept eating for all I was worth. I could hardly breathe in there but her gloved hands kept my head tightly in place.
And then suddenly she yelled out, "Lick Mr. Conne ... lick ... lick, Mr. Conne." And she came. Her orgasm spewing out, dripping all over my face, down my chin onto my chest. She kept coming and coming and kept my face in there the whole while. "Mr. Conne drink it ... drink the nectar of love. Drink it and you will learn well."
And drink it I did. Little choice did I have. My ordeal was becoming more frightening every minute.
Gretchen stepped back and looked at me. Her pussy was still dripping come and I could see that the hair of her bush was drenched. "Mr. Conne you're pussy eating is getting better. You're showing a definite growth in talent, you have licked me to a peak orgasm. I will call for you later in your initiation, Mr. Conne, at which point you and I will become better acquainted for I have other interests and desires that I would like to try on you, however unfortunately at the moment there is no time for those. You will go on to other things immediately." And without further ado, she left the cell.
I was glad to see the last of her for the moment. I had a definite feeling that if I ever got loose she'd be one of the first people I would kill.
No sooner had Gretchen left then two girls wearing what appeared to be rubber jump suits and carrying cat-o-nine-tails entered the cell. Without so much as a word they removed the black garment that was covering my nakedness and proceeded to beat every inch of my body. The beating did not in fact last long but what there was of it was brutal. It was quite clear that the women of this house were my masters in control of my very being.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Shortly thereafter two hooded men of monstrous size came in and undid my chains. One of them said to me, "Mr. Conne you're going to join your friend now so make sure you keep in control of yourself. It is very important at all times that you do not lose your composure. We realize that you are going through some strange things, but soon they'll be over and you'll join this house of pleasure and well make it all worth while."
I didn't reply as I felt like punching his head in. I knew I could do it under different circumstances but with two men holding me in the same type of grip used in insane asylums I knew I didn't have a chance.
I followed along with them down the hall and saw Rafe. He didn't look good from the back. He too had lost his black covering and I could tell that he had again been beaten. As we came to the end of the corridor we made a left turn and entered into a rather large room, which was lit dimly by amber light.
Having deposited us into the room the men left, bolting the door, as usual behind them. Rafe and I stood there looking at each other.
"I think it's time that we made a plea to get out of here," I said.
As a defeated man Rafe looked at me and said, "Jim, I'm not enjoying everything that's happening here but I somehow have the feeling that if we quit now well somehow regret it for the rest of our lives. Whatever the strange nonsense is there must be something at the end of all this torture to make it worth while."
Before I had a chance to reply the door opened and Karla walked in looking as beautiful as ever.
"'Gentlemen, you're coming along splendidly," she said. "And Mr. Conne I understand that you've really learned to lick pussy. So if you wouldn't mind, while I talk to the two of you, would you drop down, remove my trousers and suck my cunt."
I was delimited to do this. After having worked on Gretchen's cunt anything near beautiful would turn me on. I dropped to my knees immediately and began removing Karla's boots. While she talked to Rafe and myself I undid the belt around her waist, opened the zipper and began removing her trousers.
"In about fifteen minutes," Karla was saying, "we will be joined by several other people, all of whom are of various sexual backgrounds. And here in the amber light a large sex orgy will take place, one in which you gentlemen will be part of a team who will follow the orders of another group of people."
Karla continued speaking as she cupped the back of my neck and brought it close to her pussy. I buried my face in those beautiful cunt lips, which I kissed and caressed with passion. I slid both of my hands up the back of her thighs and inserted one of my fingers into her asshole. I began to screw around back there as I licked the juices of her cunt.
She gave herself up to me readily. Once I had been a strange plebe but now she treated me in a familiar manner. She let me take command of her pussy and her asshole as I worked to get come to flow from her body.
"You'll enjoy this orgy," she said. "And it will be one of the initial stages of your training. Following that there will be more surprises in store for you." She then turned her attention back to me, "Lick harder Mr. Conne. Lick the walls and move your finger faster and harder around my ass. That's it Mr. Conne, move it around more ... it's exciting. Oh Jimmy ... Jimmy," she said "Stick the finger in my ass in and out, Jimmy, in and out. Suck my tits Mr. Collins, suck my tits."
And Rafer bounded over from across the room , put his arms around the back of Karla, stood behind me and licked the nipples of her breasts which were as hard as they could be.
As I sucked and fingered the holes of this amazon beauty my cock stiffened so that I knew I would not be able to stand up without knocking Karla on her ass.
While Rafe sucked on her tits, bit her on the neck, and held her close I screwed my finger into her as hard and as far as it could possibly go. And all the while I licked the juices from her heavenly box.
"Oh Jimmy eat my pussy, work my asshole, screw me six different ways."
I jumped up and instructed Rafe to "Fuck her in the cunt."
As she stood there wanting to be squeezed between the two of us I worked my dick into her asshole and really began to fuck hard. "A bun stuffing is what you need you blonde bitch," I said as I held her by die tits from the rear.
As she started to move Rafe dipped down a bit and shoved his cock right up into that beautiful cunt that I had just gotten through moistening and lubricating. Now she was getting it from both sides and obviously loving it. She held Rafe tightly to her and scratched his back with her nails. As I plugged her ass I bit the back of her neck and squeezed at her tits.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried. "I loved to be fucked front and back. I can't help it. I'm not supposed to be doing this with you but I have to. Fuck me."
Rafe gave her more from the front ... more cock then she could stand. My bun-stuffer was in up to the hilt. Eight inches of hard cock plowing in and out of that asshole, fucking like a champ ... really fucking hard, giving her every bit of what she wanted.
And then I felt it go. She clamped her legs together putting pressure on both of us. All three of us came together and as we came I squeezed her tits and nipples, hurting as much as I could. I felt her orgasm, and saw the come drip from between all our legs and onto the floor. There was a pool of come beneath the three of us as our bodies gave off the juice of passion.
When we released her she said, "Quickly gentlemen, my britches. I must leave. There are other people coming. Remember you must follow their orders and then I will see you in the machine room, and that is to be the true piece-de-resistance of the day."
We put her boots and pants back on her. We tried to kiss her but she shoved the two of us away as though we were dirt. She walked out of the room clicking her heels and slammed the door behind her.
I looked at Rafe and said, "I think Rafe, we are going to need a vacation after this vacation."
"You might be right, Jimmy, but it has had its rewards and that was one of them. What a piece of ass that blonde bitch is."
"She's the best I've ever fucked. I'd really like to get her alone for a couple of hours," I said to him, "or maybe even for a couple of days."
Before we had a chance to continue the conversation the other people arrived. There were four women in red leather outfits and two men in black leather.
The men were told to stand by us, while the women remained where they were.
"Strip off your clothes," they said addressing the other men.
As the men did what they were told I took the opportunity to appraise the group in red. I had never seen any of the women before. All of them were as big as Rafer and each held a whip in her hand. Each looked as though they would kill as soon as fuck. I wasn't sure which one they were planning to do to us.
The thick carpeting looked very inviting to jump any one of the bitches. Each of them had very large breasts. Again none of them was bound by a bra, and you could tell by the tightness of the leather pants that they were wearing that there wasn't any room for anything underneath them.
The other two men were completely naked now. Seeing this, one blonde walked up to us and said, "You pay attention when we speak to you or you'll get a bit of punishment. That door over there leads to the punishment room and if we should tell any of you that you must be reprimanded then you will go into that room and remain there until you are told to leave. Is that understood?"
All four of us nodded, almost in unison.
'The first thing the four of you are to do is lick our anuses. Now get down on your knees all of you."
We did as they said and the four girls slipped out of their leather trousers and stood in front of us. I noticed that our team all had hard-ons still to be satisfied. Although I had just been with Karla, the memory of her seemed to go straight to my cock, making it raise up enormously.
"Now," the blonde said, "lay down on the floor."
When this was done the girls promptly backed up onto us and sat down on our faces, with their assholes pressing against our mouths. I had never had a girl sitting on me in such a manner. I hesitated slightly. But then I felt her turn around slightly and looked down at me.
"Suck when I tell you to suck, is that clear Mr. Conne. I want you to suck it and clean it out or I'll beat you to a pulp. "
I lay there under the beautiful ass of this bitch. She had the most gorgeous body. Her thighs were the so soft that I had an overpowering desire to caress them. But I knew that if I did it would mean a rap. So instead I did as I had been order. I ate that asshole. It was delicious. I was beginning to have a real taste for ass something I had never before cultivated.
As I ate away at her back hole I felt a tremendous sense of arousal. It was then I realized that while I was working on her she was stroking my thighs and running those leather gloved hands up and down the length of my cock.
I kept my tongue moving and she showed her appreciation for it as she squirmed and moved around. And the more she squirmed the more pleasantries were done to my cock and balls. I felt one of her hands teasing my anus which heightened my passion.
I was really feeling the warmth of the situation. Evidently my teammates alongside of me were too because the whole room was nothing but a mass of groans and moans and the sounds of sexual satisfaction.
She must have been on me for three or four minutes and my cock began to throb a little bit. It was red and sore from all the working over it had gotten. But it didn't matter for me. The only thing that mattered now was to do a good job of licking her ass.
Now die moved back on me a bit and said, "Enough on my ass, Mr. Conne, get onto my cunt. Lick my clit. Suck my pussy, Mr. Conne. Suck every drop and while you do that I'm going to suck your cock."
She dropped onto me in sixty-nine fashion and proceeded. I felt those leather gloved hands running up and down the insides of my thighs, grabbing my buttocks, slipping a finger into my asshole and moving it around.
This broad vas fabulous. She had a body as long as mine. Her legs extended way past my shoulders. And as I buried my face in her pussy I inserted a finger in her asshole and kept it busy.
She moaned and groaned as she started to come. I felt the moisture slipping down the inside walls of her pussy. Oh what a fantastic sixty-nine we had. She ate my cock. I ate her cunt and we sucked together. She played with my balls and those leather gloves teased and taunted in and out of my asshole.
I played with her clit and then stuck my tongue deep into her hole, all the while my finger stiffly rammed her ass. She now had my entire cock in her mouth and was sucking from the base up, licking at it, while she played with my balls and caressed every inch of that area.
This was becoming unbearable. I began to blast off and as my semen began to flow she sucked harder and harder and twisted and sucked and gave me those delicious leather gloved Indian bums that only this type of a broad knew how to do.
She was really oozing come now. I sucked her juice until there was no left. I felt her gasp and moan. She turned around and said back into my body, "Don't stop. Keep going. I don't want to come just once. We have to come three times. If you don't make me come three times I'm going to take you inside and punish you. Do you understand me?"
I muttered into her cunt, "Yes I understand and I will try."
Now I was pinching her buttocks with my hands, pinching her to life. I had my finger still buried deep in her asshole which I kept wiggling and sliding around. I sucked on her pussy and sucked on her clit.
She gave up sucking my cock and now just kept her head on my stomach while caressing my body. But her excitement was ebbing I could see it. I could see it as she began to lose interest in what I was doing. Evidently I did not know the proper technique to keep this broad excited.
Now she got disgusted and stood up over me and said, "Up Mr. Conne, you're not doing your job properly. Follow me to the punishment room." What could be in there that I had not experienced, I thought to myself. Absolutely nothing.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I went into what die called the punishment room and saw that there were a number of different tables and chairs and various other paraphernalia. She led me over to a specific spot by the wall where there was a horse. What I'm talking about is a gymnastic horse.
She then told me to lie across the horse on my stomach, which I did. Then she chained both of my hands to the ends of the ends of the horse on the bottom, and chained my legs to the other side. Now I was bowed across with my ass up.
She came around to the front of me and showed me a long barrel-shaped object. It was made out of hard rubber. On the outside were many little prongs and all things considered it looked like a big black rubber cucumber with prongs all around it.
She said, "Mr. Conne I'm going to insert this in your anus. I'm going to twist it until you scream, Mr. Conne. You are going to feel the pain of this little item which we call the magic dildo. It is a torture piece which we have invented here at the Devil's Disciple just to teach somebody like you, Mr. Conne, to be obedient."
Then I felt this horrible thing going into my ass. The pain began the minute she started to insert it for all the little prongs were irritating the walls of my rectum. And then she began to turn it and spin it. The pain was unbearable. I saw stars and then blacked out.
A few minutes later I felt liquid dripping down over my face and I realized that she had thrown a bucket of water over my head to revive me. She was slapping me with her leather gloved hands and yelling at me.
"Mr. Conne, Mr. Conne, pay attention to me Mr. Conne."
Then once again I realized the sensation caused by that long piece of rubber up my ass. "No more, " I said. "Please no more."
She reached down and cruelly twisted it again ... and again ... and again. She twisted it and again I blacked out.
When I came to I found myself in a room that looked like the operating room of any major hospital It was rather large and fairly well lit with fluorescent lights. All the women that I had see in other rooms were busy bustling around. Rafe was no where in sight and I didn't like the idea of being split up from him so much but I didn't have a hell of a lot of choice.
However this room seemed to have many different kinds of machinery and I realized that at the moment I was strapped to a table in the middle of the room. I tried to look around to see what was happening but there wasn't much opportunity. All I could move was my head. My feet were strapped individually to different sides of the table so that my legs were spread. Between my wide spread legs there was some other paraphernalia which appeared to be positioned about three feet from my crouch center.
My arms were just strapped to my sides and held down on the table. All I could raise was my head, and only a little bit at that. And as I tried to raise it up to look around one of the girls passing by whispered over to me, "Don't struggle too much big boy. You can't fight this."
Then I noticed that all of a sudden lights going out in the room and the only ones remaining on were the lights over my head. I saw nobody in the room. Heard nobody in the room. I just laid there staring up at the ceiling light above me.
Then I heard a door slam and the clicking of female heels and I looked up. There was Karla standing along side of me completely clothed as she was when I had first seen her. She looked beautiful. I wanted to jump off the table and fuck her. What was there about this woman that made me want to fuck her every time I saw her. What was there about her domineering personality that turned me on. Me, the guy who used to like to beat up women.
I didn't know the answer. Maybe I figured that at the end of all of this punishment and torture and humiliation that I would have my opportunity to take this woman and beat her,. This would give me more pleasure then anything I could think about.
She looked down at me and said, "Mr. Conne, I'm glad to see that you've arrived in the machine room. You must have known that we had something rather exciting in store for you. Why we call it the machine room will become evident to you after awhile. Nothing done to you in this room will be done to you by anything other then machines. We have the most marvelous machines that can do 'the most interesting things to people. And you are about to get a demonstration of the many things that science has done in this day and age that can give, shall we say, sensuous thrills like you've never known before."
I laid there silently as Karla continued.
"After the demonstration has been completed I'm sure you will agree with us that this is indeed one of the highlights of your initiation." Karla paused a moment and looked smilingly down at me. "First, Mr. Conne, the automatic masturbating machine, which I think is fascinating."
And with this Karla slid a machine up between my legs. It rolled up on sort of a tripod dolly affair. I looked up and I saw three flat pieces of foam rubber with some sort of a clamp device on top of them. Karla simply took hold of my penis, which immediately got hard the instant she touched it, and lowered the pads onto it. She then tightened the top knob over them and pressure was exerted on that sensitive area. She tightened them some more and I felt like I was caught in the folds of a soft pussy. Just as that happened some warm liquid began to flow through the pads and started to make the entire area around my cock feel warm and juicy. Karla then flipped a switch and my cock was jiggled around in a manner that no professional whore could even hope to equal. The sensations were truly unreal. I wanted to raise my body up off the table to meet this thing although I didn't have to. It stayed right there on my penis and within thirty-five seconds I was shooting sperm straight up into the air through the open end of the machine.
"Mr. Conne, you will be amazed to note," said Karla, "that the amount of sperm you are giving forth now is in the big leagues because you are experiencing a superior reaction to a sexual stimuli."
I couldn't care less what she called. I only knew that my cock felt like it was being fucked by the greatest fuck in the world. My coming lasted for about a minute and drips were still oozing when die stopped the machine, unclamped my cock and it lay limp.
She looked down at me and smiled and said, "Mr. Conne your potential is only beginning to be explored here. You must remember that any member of our organization can use any one or all of these machines at any time. And now Mr. Conne the dildo machine which I think you'll really enjoy since you show a sensitivity to anal connection, the likes of which we have not seen for quite awhile."
Now Karla took away the masturbating machine and I regretfully saw it go. I saw no reason for me to be strapped in here unless they thought that the people who were brought in here did not like pleasure. And from what I had just experienced that was all this room had to offer.
Karla now pushed a machine up which had a rather long probing rubber device at the end of it, attached to some sort of a bag of liquid that seemed to be warm for there was a smoky sort of a haze coming out of the top of the bag.
Karla went around to the side of the table and turned a crank which raised the center of the table up, and presented my asshole for view. The machine slid up between my legs. Karla then applied some grease to the outside of this dildo which was about eight and a half to nine inches long.
I said to Karla in a pleading voice, "Can't we skip this part. I really don't like the idea of that thing going up me."
I received a quick and smarting smack across the face from Karla with her leather gloved hand as she looked down and said, "Mr. Conne, this is our machine room and you are under our control. So you will take anything we decide to introduce into your body. And one of them is this dildo which will thrill you Mr. Conne. Relax."
And all of a sudden the rubber was inserted into my rectum. I was lying on my back, with my legs spread wide, a position which allowed the dildo to ram into me all the way.
And then Karla threw a switch. It moved in and out at such a rapid pace I thought it was going to ream my asshole out until there was nothing left. Then after about thirty second of this I found that my cock was at a stand ... a high, rigid, throbbing stand. I was being excited by this homosexual activity upon which I had always frowned as the lowest form of degradation in existence.
Now the machine let loose the hot, spermy type fluid into me. As it did I noticed that the top of my cock began to spurt forth. I was actually ejaculating along with this machine.
What a fantastic thing. What a horrible thing, I thought to myself as Karla smiled and looked down at me. She patted my shoulder and said, "Darling, you're reacting superbly."
When I had secreted all my joy juice and my cock once again hung limp, Karla shut off the dildo machine and removed it from my asshole. She inserted a finger to make sure that there were no problems. I tried to grip the finger with my legs but Karla quickly withdrew and warned me that any such action on my part would receive proper punitive reaction from her.
Now Karla said, "Onto a new machine, one that you've not in your wildest dreams imagined could be manufactured."
I was ready for anything at this point, however, not for what happened. All of a sudden the table I was on flipped over and then I found out why the straps were so tight and why they were so necessary. I was lying facing the floor, being held to the table by the straps.
I heard Karla open something on top of the table, slide it out and then I realized what was happening. My ass was being uncovered. By removing a piece of the table the only thing that could be seen from the other side was my buttocks.
I could not see Karla from this position, save for her boots, but I did hear her say, "This is called the paddle machine. And the switching machine. You'll catch onto this real fast since you are a sadist at heart and fast becoming a masochist."
And I felt the patches of birch beating about my behind. I felt the slamming of a paddle in between the bouncing of the birches off my ass. I felt the earlier wounds of a couple of hours ago being renewed. I felt the blood coming down the sides and saw it dripping off of my ass as I was beaten by a machine. Then came the whips and it cracked against me. My rear felt like it was getting raw again. And for a time spam which I could not ascertain I was beaten by this machine.
I saw Karla's boots tapping under the table as she waited for the machine to run its course. This was the most severe beating that I had had during the day, including the cats and everything else.
"Now darling, the excitement really begins." She flipped a switch and I was once again turned right side up. The part of the table that had been removed was replaced and I lay there feeling like a fool.
And then Karla said to me, "I'm going to leave you for a bit. However, I'll be back to turn on the last of the series of machines we have scheduled for you today."
Karla left and I found myself alone in the quiet room, waiting for Karla to return like a dog waits for his master to bring him his food.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
About a half hour after my ass recovered from that beating Karla returned to me. She looked even more beautiful then when she had left. Evidently she had put on fresh make-up and combed her hair. She looked down at me and said, "Jimmy a little more to go and you'll find that the Devil's Disciples are a joyous organization to belong to. And now for the last machine."
Karla moved a rather large contraption over and around me. It had many parts. It swung over from both sides of the table and came up between my legs.
The next thing I knew I felt something being inserted in my asshole. I felt something gripping my cock. I felt two things gripping my nipples and something closing over my mouth which felt moist and hot. It was blowing warm air into my throat. At first I thought that I was going to suffocate because I couldn't breathe but it felt like two lips. My nipples were being titillated by some sort of a gripper that was on top of my chest.
The machine was running wild. My ass was being fucked, my cock was being jerked off, my balls were being gently squeezed in a repeated and irregular rhythm. My whole body was being to vibrate. I couldn't believe what was going on. I tried to turn to the side to look for Karla but I couldn't because things were happening. Hot air was being slowly blown into both of my ears and I found my cock standing as high as it had ever stood in its life. This machine was giving me a complete working over all at once. Everything was getting it. Even my neck felt like it was being bitten by something, sucked on almost. The bottoms of my feet were being tickled, my thighs were being caressed.
Now something was being inserted into my rectum through that cock-like thing that was in there already.
I came immediately and found that quickly thereafter I had another cock stand. I was about to come again when I heard Karla say, "Jimmy this is going to be your first time coming three times in a row in a period of five minutes. You'll see this machine never fails. This is called the overall fucking machine. The epitome of the Devil's Disciples scientific inventions."
And sure enough I was orgasming for the second time. The pressure on my cock from that soft rubbery, slimy, slippery thing that was on it, was fantastic. My asshole couldn't move off of the thing that was vibrating in there. My mouth was being kissed by the most beautiful girls in the world or so it seemed.
For the third time I had an erection. And as it stood I felt as if I was fucking a hundred women. It burst and it burst and my third orgasm came. I felt like I was going to die on that table. And I blacked out.
When I came to I was sitting in a chair and Karla was sitting on my lap in her leather outfit. I was completely nude and Karla was kissing my face and caressing my balls and my cock.
"Jimmy, darling," she said, "You've been assigned to me. I'm Karla number seven disciple of the Devil's disciples. You have spent four hours undergoing some of our initiation. The next twenty will be spent fucking and sucking everybody in the Devil's Disciple. We number twenty five and we reside in this house. We're here all summer, every summer. In the winter we communicate from all over the country wherever we are. It's a very great in group, impossible to get into in any other way then the way you've just experienced. You're a Devil's Disciple but first you must fuck and suck everybody for twenty hours. However, before you do that you and I are going to have some fun ourselves. Just the two of us, all over this run. I wanted you for myself first and I mean to have you. And I want to begin right now. Come on Jimmy, fuck me, suck me."
I grabbed Karla's long blonde hair, twisted it behind her and I said," the one thing you forgot Karla was the fact that I am a sadist first and foremost. So before I do anything with you I'm going to beat you to a pulp."
"Beat me," she screamed. "Beat me."
I slapped her face, smacked her tits, kicked her in the ass and knocked her to the floor. I got on top of her and put my knees on her shoulders. All the hatred of the mistreatment and the humiliation I had received in the past four hours were coming out now. I beat her up and back, smacked her face. Punched her, turned her over, and beat her ass until she was a mass of bruises and she looked more beautiful then ever.
I tore the clothes from her back and I shoved my cock into her mouth and forced her to gag on it. I made her suck it, suck every last drop.
She could not answer but I saw her eyes saying she loved every moment of it. I ejaculated sperm down into her throat and her body throbbed. She had achieved a climax and I hadn't even gone near her pussy.
Then I whipped her up to her feet, gave her another few smacks and shoved her down on the couch. I jumped on top of her and fucked her in fourteen different positions. I turned her over and fucked her ass, I stuck my cock between her tits and made her jerk me off as I shot sperm all over her nose and eyes and mouth. She licked every drop of it and what she didn't lick I smeared all over her face. I humiliated her. I got even with her. I did everything I had to do to get back my humanity, my manhood, my existence as a human being that this bitch had helped to take away from the moment I first laid eyes on her.
And she loved every moment of it. And after two and a half hours of this she said to me in panting gasps, "Jimmy, you truly have energy. Your friend Rafer also has energy. And he too has gone through the course like a champ. You'll see both him and his partner in the main room when we go in there. You still have twenty-two other members to fuck, suck, and blow. And before the day is out tomorrow morning my guess is you'll move your things out of that little shack across the way and come in with us. For this is where true pleasure and pain come together, Jimmy. And tomorrow I'm going to take a garrison belt and beat your ass. I'm going to take a cat-o-nine-tails and whip your balls. I'm going to torture you again Jimmy, just as you are going to torture me. But torture is pleasure."
And as she said this I rapped her in the mouth and knocked her to the floor again. Lifted her up on her knees and fucked her asshole. As I bun-stuffed her and ejaculated she screamed out, "Fill my ass, Jimmy. Fill my ass with your come. I love every drop of it."
She turned around just as I was withdrawing my penis from her ass. She applied her lips to the tip of it and sucked it, licked it, and kissed it and drew come from it within thirty-five seconds.
I fell to the floor totally exhausted.
Karla clapped her hands and two men came in and lifted me up. "Take him to the fucking room," she said, "where the entire meeting begins in five minutes. And Jimmy you'd better reserve some energy cause there's going to be lots of fucking and sucking and blowing and beating tonight. On into tomorrow Jimmy. And we have the rest of our lives to do more of what we have just done. Fuck. Suck. Beat. Bash. Pain. Pleasure."
And she screamed as she left the room and dammed the door and low and behold no one was left in the house but the Devil's Disciples.