The soft white body of the stewardess was lush and ripe. Her breasts were high, alabaster globes perfectly formed and filled out to a curvaceous sweep covering the entire expanse of her chest, the two pink tipped orbs somewhat flattening out as they came together at the mash of the inner surfaces. Her belly was flat and in-grown from years of training in wasp-waist corsets. Her thighs were perfectly chiseled ivory columns, the skin marred only by the grainy swirling patterns of faded whip welts.
Eva Marden flipped her whip over the shoulder of the blonde stewardess. The girl stood as still as a monument, staring straight ahead in rigid controlled discipline. A ripple ran through her thick golden mane of hair as the whip brushed it.
"Very impressive, Vickie," Eva complimented the expressionless blonde, "not a muscle twitching, not a flicker in your eyes, a perfect example of inner control and strength."
Eva was pleased to observe that even her flattery failed to invoke a reaction. Vickie appeared to be made of the right stuff, and her training had evidently been thorough and strict. Eva now began to whip her luscious prey in earnest. The first stinging stroke ripped across the white melons. A red trail was left behind. The whip cracked across the white globes once more. Another cut was laid into the ivory skin an inch above the first, clear across the breadth of the two fruits.
The cords in Vickie's neck tightened up. Small beads of moisture bubbled up on her forehead. Her teeth were clenched to hold back the sounds trying to burst forth from her throat. Eva gave her five more strokes in rapid succession across her streaked boobs. A small trickle of blood ran down from the intersection of the three overlaid welts. Vickie's hands were clenched into fists. Her eyes were now shut tight and her breathing was a dry rasp. She swayed and reeled a bit, balanced uncomfortably on her toes. A sheen of sweat was now covering her white body.
Eva flicked the whip at the golden triangle between Vickie's thighs. Vickie gasped and emitted a choke from between her clenched teeth. Her tongue licked her dry lips. Eva whipped around her flanks, cutting paths of red on the sweeping curves of Vickie's bottom. Eva laid the tip of the whip across the girl's shoulder once more, letting it dangle down her back, a menacing snake ready to bite and fang once more.
"Have you ever balled in an airplane?" Eva inquired. "I've heard a few wild stories about some of the shenanigans that pilots and stews are up to in the great blue yonder. If you have done anything you have to tell me all about it, that's part of the rules."
Vickie breathed deeply to clear her fevered head. It was hard to talk with the cramps in her calves from standing on her toes and the lines of fire seared into her flesh by the whip.
"Sure," she boasted, "I've balled in the air. I'm one of the charter members of the 40.0 club, chicks who have balled at 40.0 feet. Likewise the 20,000 and the 30.0 clubs. I've done it eighteen times with pilots in flight. I've even made it with a couple of my fellow stews. It's one hell of a groovy kick."
Eva was impressed with Vickie's record. She would make an admirable addition to The Ball Breakers, that exotic and erotic swinging club that made all of the others take a back seat when it came to high jinks.
"You're a first rate piece of ass all right," Eva admitted. "I think I just might keep you for my own personal use. As your sponsoring sister I have that right. I would love to see how you handle yourself with a horny squad of soldiers, or a freaked out wolf pack of cycle riders. I have all kinds of groovy notions. I might turn you pro and pick up a few gold pieces on your butt. You could earn more that way than as a stewardess, baby."
Vickie went hot all over thinking of those bitter-sweet delights. She thrilled to the dominating personality of the raven-tressed, midnight-eyed beauty who slashed away at her with the expert hand of a master whip artiste.
Eva paced around the room, circling her prey. Vickie trembled under the strain of holding the uncomfortable posture she was braced in�her toes with legs wide spread and hands rigid at her sides. Eva touched her whip handle to the red streaks on the blonde's richly textured thighs and took up a new position behind Vickie and started to tear into the bottom cakes. She whipped horizontal short lines across the two cheeks, spacing them an inch or so apart, first the left side, and then the right. She worked her way up the soft white back to the column of the neck. Vickie was trembling uncontrollably when Eva slackened her onslaught. The stewardess tottered on rubbery legs, spasms of sharp pain shooting through her ankles and calves.
"Can I drop onto the flats of my feet, mistress?" she asked in a strained choked voice.
Eva felt merciful. Besides, the girl could not maintain her balance very much longer anyway.
"Down off your toes, slave. You may lie down on the floor. Lie on your belly with your rump raised well up off the floor. Wiggle and jiggle your rump, while you fingerfuck yourself with your right hand. As an added treat you may shove two fingers of your left hand up your asshole and play and rut with yourself in this way while I watch your demonstration of self love, which I expect to be a first rate exhibition," said Eva.
Eva seated herself on the massive thronelike foam rubber chair covered in gold threaded silk covers. She plopped her tender and delectable bottom down over Oliver Fargo's face and let her weight press down on him. Oliver had been there the whole time, watching, anticipating... The stock broker knew what her requirements were. He went to work with nose and tongue�long, pink tongue burrowing into her rear cave, his nose rubbing along the deep rich crease between her enormous buttocks. Eva jiggled and bounced about on his face, allowing him enough free time between high bounces to snatch in gulps of air so that he would not suffocate while Eva did her ass dance on his buried face. As she continued with this delightful pastime Eva kept Vickie busily at it with sharp cracks of the whip across her bouncy tail. Vickie's ass soon took on a crimson glow all over, intercut with long red streaks, a few of which oozed thin trickles of scarlet.
As this scene took place there were a number of observers clustered around two way windows which looked like mirrors from within the chamber occupied by the blonde, the brunette and Oliver. The voyeurs were garbed in bizarre costumes of black leather and shiny mirror smooth rubber, trimmed with fur and silk.
Two of the viewers were young beautiful boys, Ricky and Barry, lads of eighteen with smooth skin and enormous virile pricks, one with long exquisite blond locks falling to his neck and the other with a similar jet black hair style. They wore only black leather briefs. Chains and locking bracelets adorned their bodies and rendered them slaves to the voluptuous redheaded six foot amazon who held the chain leashes that were fastened to their bondages.
This woman, Sylvia Randall, manipulated and massaged the hanging bulges of cock and testicle that strained the fronts of their too small briefs. She ran loving hands over the patterns of whip welts on their well tanned bottoms. They responded by leaning against the white perfection of her almost naked body, rubbing flesh upon naked flesh, lapping with long greedy tongues the uptipped purple nipples that crested her huge forty inch bust. And Sylvia playfully spanked their naughty bottoms.
Her breath came slow and heavy. "How do you darling children like our newest acquisition? Very soon you both will have a wonderful session with that sexy, nympho, whore stewardess."
"What airline is she with?" Ricky asked.
"I don't know," Sylvia replied. "But before very long she'll be flying without benefit of an aircraft."
The fourth onlooker was also a slave to Sylvia, but a total slave, a degraded broken shell of a man who was tolerated for his wealth rather than the physical charms that the two young boys possessed. He was Virgil Sloan, a middle aged man with greying hair and a hangdog personality engraved upon the rock of his spirit by endless hundreds of hours of bondage, whipping, torture, and degradation. But he was perfectly content with his lot, enjoying the tranquility of his depravation. His own tool was as hot and rigid as those of the two boys as he viewed the scene taking place in the adjoining chamber. He wished that the blonde would soon be inflicting torture upon him, and his tongue would be gamboling between her perfect lush thighs.
Vickie was unaware of the people witnessing her initiation rites; but had she been aware, it would only have served to farther stimulate her wild nature. She had been a sex and whips bug long before she had been admitted, probationally, to the inner sanctum of The Ball Breakers.
"Approach me closely slave," Eva commanded the hot and lusty blonde. Vickie crawled forward wiggling her soft, well-welted ass. She stuck her tongue out and began to tongue wash the long black leather boots that reached up to Eva's thighs. Vickie thrust her tongue into the grooves and slots cut out of the leather, feeling the exquisite white skin upon the tip of her tongue through the patterned openings in the boots. Eva spit upon her left boot. Vickie instantly and without hesitation neatly lapped up the gob with one swipe of her eager and greedy tongue. Eva laughed, a rich sexy laughter with an undertone of velvet cruelty. She spat again and again, and the mouth of the blonde closed over every wonderful saliva ball, polishing the boots clean. Eva ran her hands affectionately through the great golden waves of soft shimmering hair. She cupped Vickie's tits in her hands, feeling the rough, jagged places where the whip had left red streaks upon the ivory skin. Eva shifted her ass and popped Oliver's tongue out of her rear exit. She turned around and presented her wonderful derriere to Vickie, who began to suck and lick it.
Barry slipped his hand into Ricky's shorts and started masturbating him. His long, thick cock swelled to a hard stiff rod. Sylvia rapped Barry on his wrist.
"Don't do anything unless I give you permission. You never learn, do you, you naughty child."
She cupped the boy's angelic face under the chin with one gloved hand and began to slap him back and forth across his cheeks to impress the lesson properly upon him. She thrilled to the discoloration that spread through his soft, beardless facial skin and the tears that trickled down his ivory cheeks.
She seated herself on a comfortable chair and took the boy across her lap. She dropped his shorts and commenced a sharp, stinging spanking. Her leather glove made a crackling, staccato sound as it cracked across his backside. Ricky knelt at her feet and sucked the points of Sylvia's high, black leather boots fringed with white fur and bedecked with gold and silver engravings. Sylvia pointed to Barry's dancing, threshing feet and Ricky turned his attentions to them, mouthing and licking Barry's toes as Sylvia walloped the beautiful boy's bottom. She kept slamming away, her pussy heating up as if it were a nuclear reactor from the erotic thrill of battering the soft white alabaster bottom.
She spanked one side and then the other, then slammed her hand across the gap between his buttocks, worked on a spot until it glowed with throbbing crimson skin heat, then worked on another. She caressed the boy's long smooth back, petted his hair, and redoubled her spanking efforts. She was rewarded with copious outpourings of tears from the boy's watery eyes.
In the adjoining chamber Eva impatiently removed her ass from the talented tongue that was paying it homage. She gestured toward a pair of steel wrist cuffs suspended from a pulley in the ceiling.
"Step over that way girl.
Vickie obeyed the command without hesitation. Her body tingled and vibrated with the joyous hurting throbs of whip welts; her entire ass was a mass of hot wires crackling and sparkling within her flesh, and she looked down with loving eyes at the patterns of red streaks adorning her flesh front and back.
Eva gave the girl several sharp cracks on her curved bottom to increase her pleasure. She then locked Vickie's wrists within the cuffs and cranked up the wheel of the pulley, lifting Vickie clear off the floor. The beautiful body dangled vulnerably before her. The position emphasized the lush growth of blond bush between Vickie's legs and the lovely pattern of red weals thickly patterned on her butt.
Eva left the room and entered the observation chamber. She walked over to Sylvia and bent over to bite into a voluptuous rose petal nipple. She added a few friendly smacks to the quota still being heaped upon Barry's ass.
"I want one of the boys now," she told Sylvia. "I want to initiate Vickie into a tease session."
Sylvia thrust a wanton finger up Barry's ass. She twisted it around sending mild tremors through his bottom region.
"Take this sweet darling into that blonde bitch. His black hair will make a pleasant visual contrast to her blondness when they fuck and suck for us."
She smiled cruelly at the expression of disappointment on Ricky's face.
"You'll have a shot at her sooner or later, pet. Now lick Barry's ass all over the places where I've spanked it and chew pretty patterns into it for Vickie to admire.
Ricky licked and sucked and bit his friend's crimsoned ass. He chewed and gnawed the tissue until his teeth broke the skin in twenty or thirty places. He sucked several mouthfuls of blood from the bite marks as Barry maintained a stoic steadiness under the treatment, only betraying his immense discomfort through the tremors that shot through his body.
A few minutes after leaving the torture chamber, Eva reentered it leading an exquisite, beautiful boy with perfect features by a leash attached to his long, thick cock.
Vickie's eyes went wild with lust at the sight of the treat in store for her.
Eva took Vickie down from her bondage. She toweled away the sheen of sweat covering the girl's flesh from the strain of her suspension. Her skilled hands manipulated tits and cunt, and Eva finished by creaming off the girl, half stuffing the towel up her pussy as she hand-jobbed her to a climax. A scarlet flush of sweet shame ran through Vickie upon the completion of this act in front of the boy's avid, greedy gaze.
Eva then bound Vickie into an elaborate and extremely uncomfortable bondage rig. A long, thick, studded vibrator was stuffed up Vickie's asshole and roped firmly into place. Barry helped with this task, continually pinching and groping the fleshy rolls of Vickie's ass. The two worked her to another orgasm, their busy hands constantly brushing across and prodding into the recesses of her cunt and the sensitive flesh of her thighs and ass. A vibrator was then strapped to an oversized dildo thrust into Vickie's deep, wide cunt.
The two implements were then firmly and deeply imbedded into the tight package of her bottom, the straps and ropes binding them in tightly mashed into the deep chasm between her bottom halves. Vickie screamed with the agony of strap and rope pulled between her ass cheeks and across her cunt lips, right between the petal lips. Strap and rope were then drawn up front and back to a high stiff collar around Vickie's neck, a high, rigid collar that was buckled tight. The leather strap was pulled right in between Vickie's tits. A buckling tongue lock device was then fastened from the collar to Vickie's outthrust tongue. Her right wrist was then chained to Barry's left wrist.
Vickie caressed the boy's thighs and he reciprocated by petting her luscious ass. She hungered avidly for the bulge in the front of the black rubber panties he had donned, but the lock on her tongue, and the rubber objects embedded in her two honeyholes prevented her from fulfilling her desires.
Eva stood by, watching over them with a riding crop in her hand. Her tits thrust out hard against the flimsy black lace bra she had donned. She slapped the riding crop out, slashing another welt on Vickie's bottom.
"I forgot to introduce you two children," she stated. "This is Barry, Vickie. He's been with us since he was twelve years old. I've introduced him to every pleasure the human mind has ever devised, whipping, spanking, bondage, torture, fucking, sucking, transvestia, AC-DC, the whole works. You two will be very warm friends in a short while."
Barry caressed the lovely blond hair and the soft jiggling ass. He massaged the whip welt streaks with his fingers sending shocks of pain knifing through Vickie's ass. He pinched up the welts and ran the length of each mark through his fingers, inflicting greater suffering. He pinched spots of her flesh that were particularly marked up with all the strength of his fingers. Vickie's sweaty body shuddered and quivered.
Intermittently Eva applied the whip to Vickie's suffering rump and to Barry's rubber clad behind. Vickie thrust her free hand into the front of Barry's shorts and pulled out his cock. It nestled up against his belly. With a few pulls and squeezes it stood out straight and hard. Vickie pulled his shorts down and drew him close, pressing the head of his huge cock to the tip of her haltered, harnessed tongue. The moisture on her tongue tip merged with a drop of come resting on the tip of his red-hot tool.
Vickie began to jerk him off rapidly, as Eva whipped her ass to a bloody shambles with the riding crop and the vibrator throbbed away up her ass, increasing and complementing the thrill of the dildo that she squeezed and rode between her legs. The ropes and straps cut into her wiggling flesh, increasing still further her plea-sure-pain. Barry slapped and pinched her bottom between his applications of the riding crop to her soft bottom globes. Eva shifted her attentions to Vickie's back, whipping bloody weals into that smooth expanse of silken skin.
Barry's cock throbbed with the first surges of orgasm. The gobs of hot come ripped out of his cannon and splattered on Vickie's face. She took every drop on her beautiful face, glorying in the thick outpourings of come that ran down her cheeks and chin.
Eva reached out and ran her hands over the come dripping face. She smeared Vickie's features evenly with the thick, rich, cream and greedily lapped the sperm off of her leather gloves. She began to whip Barry's chest, wealing the deep, shapely chest region with crimson welts. She punched the boy in the belly. He doubled up and Eva pressed his body down across Vickie's body. Barry bit and gnawed the sweaty, whip-welted ass his face was pressed and mashed into.
Vickie's head rested between his own legs, his cock was entangled in her blond hair. Eva held him down and slammed away with the riding crop on his upturned bottom. She whipped bleeding, great, interconnected masses of welts on the crimson bottom. The bite marks that Ricky had engraved on his lover-friend's ass were bleeding once more. Barry screamed and begged for release, but Eva was in the throes of multiple orgasm and would not release him. Instead she sat on the boy's head, mashing and suffocating it between the sweat and blood smeared ass his face was buried in and the black leather covered, massive bottom that rested full weight on the back of his neck. Eva flailed away with the riding crop, tearing welts left to right, up and down, and at all angles into the wiggling, trapped bottom. Vickie squealed in agony under the two bodies piled atop her whipped flesh. The weight seared into her whipped ass and back with unbearable agony.
In the viewing chamber Sylvia sat upon Virgil Sloan's face, amusing herself by choking off his air for dangerously long periods while enjoying the spectacle being acted out in the torture chamber. Ricky knelt on the floor playing with Virgil's cock with one hand while fingerfucking Sylvia with the other. She rewarded his efforts with a continuous light pattering of her whip upon his soft ass which slowly and steadily raised a network of tiny red marks upon the surface of his bottom. Sylvia impatiently awaited her own chance to sport with the wonderful, new golden haired recruit.
CHAPTER TWO
A sumptuous banquet was served that evening in the sinister and foreboding banquet hall, the walls of which were decorated with scores of whips and other implements of punishment, adding to the uneasy feeling provoked by the artworks depicting beautiful women being tortured and raped.
Eva and Sylvia dominated the head of the banquet table, regal and domineering. Their mammoth breasts strained at black lacy bras topping elaborate leather costumes. Their slave victims were seated on chairs inlaid with sharp needles. Oliver Fargo, the stock-broker, Virgil Sloan, the executive, and the sweet stewardess, Vickie Thomas, miserably picked at the magnificent repast, every second of the meal marred by the dozens of needles lacerating their bloody backsides. Vickie continually emitted low groans of pain which she no longer had the reserves of strength to suppress. Her ass was a mass of welts traced over the entire area of her ass cheeks. The needles had all embedded themselves in the pearly flesh and lancing stabs of pain shot through every inch of her much battered backside.
Eva regarded the suffering faces with catty satisfaction. She caressed the ass of Barry, who was serving, stark naked along with his companion, Ricky. Eva caressed his wealed ass and applied a ringing slap to it. She goosed his asshole as he filled her silver goblet with wine.
Barry bent over behind Oliver to fill the blond man's goblet. As he did so he raked Oliver's chest with his nails, gouging four red scratches into the skin. This was part of the dining punishment that Sylvia had commanded the lads to apply to the two male slaves. The chests, shoulders, and faces of the two suffering men were red with scratch marks.
Barry stepped up behind Vickie. He seized her to fleshy globes and sank his fingers into the rich foamy rolls of flesh. He mashed the boobs together, and pressed them upwards with his palms. He then emptied a pitcher of ice water over the blonde beauty's head. Water poured down her body. He had already poured several pitchers of water over her and splashed half a dozen goblets of wine into her face. Her meal was soggy and ruined, her plate overflowing with wine and water. This was part of the punishment that Eva had selected for her to ruin her dinner. Nevertheless, hunger gnawed at the girl and throwing off her suffering as best she could she voraciously began to fill her mouth with food, stuffing the watery mass into her mouth with both hands.
Sylvia made disapproving clucking sounds at this display of bad breeding. Her hand flashed to the riding crop resting in her lap. She lashed out, striking the blonde across her tits. Vickie moaned, food spilling from her mouth.
"If you want to be a pig, my dear, you'll have to be one all of the way. Stick your snotty face into the soup platter and lap it up. Don't use your hands. You two lowly males can follow her example. Lap your dishes clean."
The three suffering victims bent forward, acutely miserable and uncomfortable. Vickie moaned as several needles wedged into the rear curves of her buttocks were wrenched part way free by her slump across her soup platter.
As they gobbled their food in this humiliating way, the boys tormented them by scratching their backs harshly and slapping them across their shoulders.
The two dominatresses finished their sumptuous repast long before their prey and ordered the three to stand up and leave the table. Their faces were messy with food.
"Into the shower, pigs," Eva commanded.
The two men double quicked for the shower room upon command, with Vickie trailing. Not knowing where the shower was located, she caught a terrific crack across her rump from Eva's riding crop for her tardiness. Eva observed with keen delight how the girl's magnificent bottom moved with regal style and grace as she jogged along. The white globes were completely crisscrossed with whip marks and red spots of blood covered the spots that had been pierced by the needles of the chair.
The three piled into the shower together, the men availing themselves of the opportunity to rub their flesh against the ivory perfection of the stewardess. Eva and Sylvia caught them in the act of unpermitted liberty and made note of it. Punishment would be meted out in due course. The water was turned on. The three shivered for five minutes under the ice-cold shower.
"Anyone who has to use the bathroom had better do so right now. There won't be any more chances today."
The three squealing unfortunates fought for the one and only toilet. Vickie went last. She was flushed with shame as she was forced to watch the two men shit and piss, and then even worse, was herself forced to use the toilet under the rapt lecherous gaze of all six of the others. To her further dismay (flavored with a tinge of pleasure) Barry performed the task of wiping her ass. He made an elaborate and prolonged job of it, causing her ass cheeks to jiggle wildly as he shook the delectable mounds of flesh.
Vickie was wondering about her decision to become a member, after all, of this activity. But the die was cast; it was far too late to have trepidations now. She was a recruit in The Ball Breakers and would not be permitted exit from the palatial mansion headquarters until her initiation rites had been completed.
Vickie was bound to a bed for the night. Her arms and legs were tightly bound to the four bedposts, her legs spread wide exposing her lush but neat patch of pubic hair fully to her tormenters. Eva knelt upon her belly and poked skilled fingers into the gaping cunt. She explored the shape of the pussy lips and prodded her fingers into the hot hole, grating her nails against the inner walls of the tunnel. She then knelt between Vickie's thighs with an enormous dildo strapped across her own rich black pubic bush. Vickie shrieked with terror as the enormous rubber prodder rammed into her. Eva rode her spirited mare for over an hour while Sylvia stood by watching as Ricky sucked the voyeuristic redhead's cunt and Barry licked her asshole. Oliver and Virgil stood in misery at the foot of the bed feeling up each other's asses, permitted nothing further.
Eva plunged into the hot moist tunnel, rooted around in it, withdrew a few inches, and thrust home once more. She rotated the long rubber shaft around inside the tightly clutching pussy hole and caused Vickie to orgasm and climax three times as the cock was expertly used to ream her cunt out. Eva clutched the girl's ass cakes with her hands, thrusting Vickie's bottom up as she cruelly inflicted a further toll of scratches and gashes upon the already harshly treated bottom.
Vickie was eventually plunged into a swoon by the wild fucking. Eva pulled herself up from her plaything and removed the rubber object which was coated with sticky sweet pussy oil. She walked over to Oliver and pressed the dildo to his mouth.
"Clean it," she commanded.
He fell to with the exhibition of gusto that was required of him. He licked the dildo clean with rapid sweepings of his long and much practiced tongue. Eva patted him on the cheek when he had finished his task, following with a hard, but not too hard, slap across the same spot.
"Time to call it a day, people. But we have a groovy schedule of events and amusements set for tomorrow, so have no fears or trepidations. Oliver and Virgil will sleep on the floor of the bathroom with Ricky and Barry. Oliver and Virgil will suck their cocks and lick their asses. In return for this they may fuck the two little fairies up their soft behinds."
Sylvia laughingly ruffled the gorgeous piles of hair the two boys sported when she saw the looks of dismay that came upon their faces.
"Don't be such sissies, you two have been fucked before. You're under orders to enjoy it." She sent them scurrying off to the bathroom with her riding crop slapping upon their bottoms.
The two male slaves went after them, spurred on by Eva's equally dexterous handling of her own whip. Eva shoved the cleaned off dildo into Vickie and tied the straps around the girl's waist, fixing it firmly in place. She tentatively poked the girl's tits with her lash and gave her a sharp slice across one tender nipple which failed to provoke a response.
"She's out for the night," Eva commented." Now that all of the little children have been tucked up, Sylvia, that leaves the two of us."
Sylvia's eyes were alight with wild lust and uncontrollable desire for her beautiful fellow queen. She walked over to Eva and looped the grip coil of leather on the handle of her riding crop around one richly textured nipple. Eva's eyelids flickered and she sighed deeply at the thrilling almost stinging touch of the leather upon her breast.
"Let's just the two of us do something, pet. I suggest we flip a coin to see which of us will be the mistress, and which the maid." The two of them were well aware of the rules of this game they now began to play, they had indulged in it many times.
The coin was flipped. Eva won the toss.
She reached out and grasped the lacy bra adorning her friend's mammoth forty inch set of boobs. She squeezed the large, long pointed nipples through the cloth, feeling the first stirrings of heart rise in the two tit tips. She laughed a throaty triumphant laugh and ripped the material asunder, spilling free the two great mounds of alabaster meat.
She pulled the leather costume off of Sylvia, stripping the redhead naked. She caressed and groped and clawed the large bottom. She traced her fingers through the pubic patch and pinched the nipples, toying with them until they were at full hardness. The two women mashed bodies, mammoth boobs flattening out, sending ripples of heat into on another, cunts rubbing together. Sylvia let her arms dangle at her sides in meek submission while Eva explored and poked her everywhere. Sylvia gasped as Eva prodded the shaft of a riding crop up Sylvia's asshole. The instrument fought for entrance into the stubborn, elastic, unyielding door, but once the tip had slipped between the portals it shoved rapidly up the spicy passage.
Eva stepped back, throwing the riding crop into a corner of the room. She walked around and around the apprehensive Sylvia, pondering the pleasures she could indulge in.
"I want to strap you into bondage," she decided at length. "Come with me to the costume room."
Eva led the unprotesting Sylvia to the costume room. She pulled her along by one exquisite nipple. Their two lush naked bodies trembled with anticipation and arousal.
Eva put a black leather helmet over Sylvia's head, piling the thick masses of hair through an opening in the back of the helmet. She strapped the buckles along the sides and locked a visor section into place. The visor had a rubber ball gag attachment which fitted tight into Sylvia's mouth. There were no eyeholes in the helmet. Sylvia was now blinded and could not know in advance what would be done to her.
Eva continued to stroke and caress the palpitating heated flesh, grazing her fingers languidly across the erect nipples and moistened pussy lips. She devoted her efforts to teasing her companion's flesh into a slow prolonged torturously teasing arousement.
Eva selected a bondage suit for Sylvia. She forced Sylvia's overlarge measurements into the constriction of the garment. It was a black leather outfit reinforced with heavy stays. It covered her torso and laced down the back, without apertures for her arms to thrust through, thus confining the limbs rigidly to her sides. There were leather straps at the waistline for securing her forearms. A leather cup and thong arrangement dangled from the front of the outfit for the purpose of imprisoning the V of delight between her thighs. Her two large tits thrust through holes in the front of the suit positioned for allowing the peaks to stick out. Eva took two large dildos, greased and oiled, and shoved them all of the way up Sylvia's cunt and asshole. She then adjusted the confining cup piece and tied off the leather thongs, digging them with extreme cruelty deep into the crotch of the red-headed bondage victim.
Eva strutted around her victim, admiring her work. Sylvia emitted muffled groans of agony and rapture from under the visor of her hood, further muffled by the ball gag clamped between her jaws. Her legs and thighs trembled and spasmed from the pressure of the two dildos wedged into her bodily cavities and held fast against the pressure of the muscles struggling to expel them. Sylvia was trapped in darkness, her arms imprisoned and bound, her tits and ass helpless before the whims and cruelty of her mistress.
Eva pinched the coral nipple tips. She held one in her hand and puttied it around between her fingers. She snapped her fingers maliciously against the trapped buds. Sweat ran in torrents from under the waist line of the suit down Sylvia's quaking thighs. Eva ran her hands all along the sweat-beaded column's of Sylvia's legs, cleaning the moisture off with her hands and lapping the salty water from her palms. She ran her hands over the smooth sleek black leather skin.
"Now baby, we go on to bigger and better things. Come with me darling." She led Sylvia by the tips of her tits to a corner of the room.
There was a bar spanning the walls, approximately waist high. There were a series of ring bolts set into the floor along both sides of the bar, allowing a body to be fastened across it in any number of positions. Eva bent Sylvia across the bar and ran a chain fastened to one of the bolts through a ring set into the top of Sylvia's helmet. She then spread Sylvia's legs wide and tied her ankles to two rings on the opposite side of the bar.
Eva then selected a thin, whippish cane from a bundle of such objects in a cabinet next to the costume wardrobe, and took up a position behind her victim.
Sylvia trembled with dread, unable to see, and barely able to hear her mistress of the night moving behind her. She could guess that her ass would be whipped but she did not know how severe the beating would be or what sort of implement would be used. The position she was bound in, head toward the floor and legs thrust wide, enhanced the unbearable sensations that two dildos inflicted upon her sex apparatus. The distention of the dildo up her ass exerted a continuous hot burning sensation upon her.
Eva slashed the cane across the two white globes. The trapped body spasmed. Eva slapped the ass an inch lower. A second angry red streak appeared across the twin cheeks. Eva lashed fast and accurately, striping the ass from the knees to where the costume almost met the lip of the ass crease. She streaked the cheeks with red lacerations, some of which oozed small drops and trickles of blood. Eva slipped a dildo up her own cunt as she worked her friend over and derived pleasure from her sufferings. Eva pumped the dildo about inside her hot box in tempo with the beating she inflicted upon the hapless Sylvia. The number of blows accumulated, the buttocks took on an angry red glow, laced with dozens of long, thin scarlet stripes. The body bent across the bar shook and spasmed under the relentless punishment.
Eva dropped the cane and walked forward, mashing her cunt into the whipped ass globes. She held the dildo firmly inside herself with the compression of her cunt muscles and massaged her clitoris and cunt lips on the trembling, jiggling, welt-streaked butt globes.
As Eva tortured Sylvia for her kicks, the four males locked in the bathroom went through their paces. The beautiful young boys were soon a sweat streaked disheveled mass of trembling flesh, their hair hanging in damp locks across their foreheads. The two men fucked their asses raw. Oliver and Virgil switched partners and continued to fuck the two boys. But eventually, it was the turn of the two men to play the sex object to the virility of the boys.
Barry buried his cock deep in Oliver's throat and inflicted a long-sustained mouth fucking upon him, coming four times down the man's throat and forcing Oliver to suck and lick his asshole between blow jobs. Virgil received a similar treatment from Ricky. The four of them ended up in the bathtub together, the two boys chewing and clawing the men, scratching and biting faces, chests, throats, and shoulders bloody and raw. They pulled and jerked their drained out cocks and inflicted a generous amount of suffering upon themselves as well as the other two psychotic sensualists.
In the morning the four bedraggled figures revived themselves under a cold shower. They emerged and went to the kitchen to wolf down vast quantities of restoring food. Inga, the cook, beat tattoos upon their asses with wooden stirring spoons and other kitchen objects.
She kicked their asses out of the kitchen when they had finished, requiring each to take a few licks at her unwashed ass for desert.
The four of them obediently went to serve their mistresses. They found Sylvia stretched out across the whipping bar. It was an unusual sight to see one of the grand bondage queens suffering the pains of her own invention. They wanted to run greedy, lustful hands over her helpless flesh but dared not.
Eva returned with the blonde recruit in tow. Vickie had spent a feverishly unrestful night, enlivened by the object jammed into her cunt and the bondage nightmares that had disturbed her all night long.
"If you bastards want to have some fun with Sylvia, go right ahead," Eva informed them.
Four pairs of hands stroked, prodded, and pinched her tits which were jammed through the front of her rubber suit and then the large ass globes, well marked with the lacerations of the cane.
Eva shooed them away after a few minutes and stepped up close to Sylvia. She untied the leather strands and hooked her fingers into the rings set into the bases of the dildos shoved up Sylvia's cunt and asshole. The two rubber cocks came out of the clefts with a whooshing sound accompanied by a strong smell of ass and cunt.
Eva tossed the two objects to Virgil and Oliver for tongue cleaning. Oliver grimaced in disgust as he pressed his tongue to the smelly dong that had been wedged up Sylvia's ass and now was coated with heavy brown stains.
"This lady needs a cleaning out," Eva declared.
She removed the helmet from Sylvia's head to allow her a good view of the act. Sylvia gasped and choked for breath, her face ash white, coated with sweat. She was too weak and dizzy to raise herself up off of the bar now that her head had been freed.
Eva selected a douche bag and a large enema bag. She sent Barry scurrying to the kitchen for a large pan of hot soapy water. Eva teased Sylvia with the enema bag, brandishing it before her mesmerized staring eyes, touching Sylvia's tits and ass with the nozzle tip, caressing her with it, poking it into her asshole and cunt. Barry returned after a few minutes with the water solution.
Eva untied Sylvia's feet and commanded the four men to seize the redhead.
Eva filled the huge enema bag with two quarts of water and slipped the rubber tube up Sylvia's ass. She forced the hot soapy water, every drop of it, into Sylvia's ass. The redhead wailed and shrieked as she was forced to endure the enema with four greedy pairs of hands obscenely fondling her body while holding it fast. Sylvia was almost helpless, still bound in the black leather bondage suit. Eva finished the job by giving Sylvia a generous dose of the water up her cunt with the douche bag.
Eva clapped her hands together. "To the toilet with her, double quick."
Sylvia gritted her teeth and strained to hold back the deluge until they had reached the bathroom and plopped her ass down across the toilet seat. An immense, odorous flood then poured out of both her passages. Long time perverted dominatress that she was, she still blushed with shame, every inch of her body a bright crimson, as she disgorged her with malodorous shit with the four naked men holding and fondling her.
"That's a very fetching shade of green, my sweet," Eva commented.
Barry flushed the toilet. Sylvia was lifted to her feet. Her body trembled and she reeled unsteadily on her feet. Eva stepped in and clutched Sylvia tight to her own lush naked flesh. The two Amazons rubbed mammoth tits and hairy mounds together. Eva pointed a finger at the chasm between Sylvia's ass cheeks.
"Clean that, Oliver," she commanded, haughtily.
Oliver immediately pried the buttocks wide apart and pressed his tongue to the brownish liquid stains coating the outer covering of Sylvia' asshole and the inner crease skin at the bottom of the cleft between her ass globes. With a wretched expression of woe on his face he slavishly licked the ass clean.
CHAPTER THREE
To set off Vickie's second day's activities in good order, Eva decided on a raunchy round of fucking and sucking with Barry and Ricky. A few hours after lunch the two young studs were sufficiently recuperated from the previous night's exertions and renewed in bodily fluids to begin their orgy with the exquisite Vickie.
Vickie was bound to a table. Freckled, blond Ricky shared in her bondage. A leather collar was fastened around Vickie's neck, and a black leather stiff panty garment was forced over her sexual parts. There was a slit in the V front to allow entrance for Ricky's tongue. A rope was fastened to a catch on the front of Vickie's collar, and the two loops of it ran through a ring on the front of the collar between her tits, through two rings on the heather crotch piece, and then around the boy's neck. The end of the rope was used to hold in place a painfully oversized vibrator shoved up Ricky's ass. It throbbed away inside his distended ass sheath. The main purpose of this bondage, however, was the imprisonment of Ricky's face between Vickie's thighs. His waist was tied to the legs of the table, as well as both his arms.
Vickie's right arm and right leg were also bound to the table. She wantonly dangled her free leg over Ricky's shoulder, locking the boy fast into the position she wanted him in.
As Ricky ran his tongue in and out along the inner face of Vickie's cunt lips and pussy sheath, Barry bent over the exquisite blonde paying homage with his mouth to her ivory tit globes. He licked every exquisite inch slowly, bit by bit, squeezed and clutched them, tongued and bit and gnawed them. He filled his mouth with white gourd fruit and slowly, steadily sank his teeth into the soft yielding flesh. He tongue traced the indentations he bit into the breast flesh, and he palpitated the tip of his tongue against the nipples, exciting them, helping Vickie to achieve her orgasming highs and repeated climaxes as he added his skilled love play to that of his friend.
Vickie went wild with excitement. She embraced Barry with her free hand and caressed his muscular but not overly developed shoulders. She massaged his chest and stroked his soft silky mane of black hair. She raked his shoulder with her nails, gouging great red weals into his upper arm.
Ricky kept working at her cunt, hour after hour, kissing, sucking, licking, nibbling, gnawing, tongue lashing. Feminine come juice ran in a thick stream down his chin and throat, running in pleasurable tickling trickles over his sweaty chest. The warm sweet sap filled his mouth with its delicious taste and his nostrils were shocked with its intoxicating aroma. He was perfectly content to suck the pussy all day long.
Vickie had been reduced after so many magnificent hours to a quivering, sweat-drenched mass of ivory pulp. Her tits were two quivering, crimson melons, covered with bite marks, raw from sucking and kissing. She had almost clawed and flayed the skin from Barry's torso. His chest, shoulders, and back were streaked with dozens of clawings and his sweaty skin was coated with blood.
Eva and Sylvia decided to change the pageant a bit.
"Enough of such idle pleasures," Sylvia declared. "You've done very well to now, Vickie. But you still have several deliciously unbearable ordeals to pass through before you're one of us.
She snapped her fingers at Oliver and the man came scurrying to her. She gestured toward her empty cigarette holder and the quivering man quickly fetched a cigarette for her and lighted it. She dismissed him with a flick of ash on his chest.
"Lets take her to the bedroom," Eva suggested. "I have a perfect idea for our next little trick."
Barry was bound naked to the bed. Vickie was bound to him with heavy, tight hurting ropes. Her ankles were chained together. A dildo was shoved all the way up her ass. The tight ropes cut into the delicate areas of her body.
Eva filled a small enema bag with red wine.
"Your next required action is a simple one. You should have no difficulty fulfilling the requirements. I'm going to give Barry a wine enema. You will position your mouth over his asshole and catch and swallow every drop that oozes out of his asshole. You will drink and eat him clean. Spill any of it and you both will be severely punished. That means he must control the rate of his discharge and you must keep his asshole covered with your mouth and gobble down every drop and speak. But of course we will be whipping both your asses as you perform this task so you can't be too slow about it."
Sylvia roared with malicious laughter.
"That is one hell of a stunt you dreamed, up, you wild, whacked-out bitch."
Vickie shuddered with dread. She emitted a low moan of misery. Fortunately the wine would conceal most of the shitty taste of the fluid she would drink down.
The bondage was soon completed and the enema administered. Barry knotted his guts and slowly began to ooze out the liquid between his clenched buttocks. Vickie held him tightly around the waist and pressed her wide open mouth over his asshole. The fluid trickled down her throat.
Eva started to whip their asses with a many thonged whip, the ends of which ended in spiked metal balls.
Vickie suppressed a scream of agony as the whip slashed across her ass and the spiked balls sank into the rich white flesh. Eva flicked her hand and the spikes descended splashing blood out of the small punctures in the reddened indentures they had left in her ass. The whip thongs had also left several long bloody tracks on her behind.
Barry's body shook as the whip slashed into his butt, inches from Vickie's head. His ass cakes quivered and the wine flooded out of his asshole, almost overflowing the mouth of the gulping girl. The whip slashed into Vickie's ass once more, and yet again. She could not suppress a terrible moan of anguish, and to her horrified dismay, a thick trickle poured down her chin. She wiped her chin against his thigh and lapped at the stain. She shoved her mouth up tight against his asshole again to drink a thick mouthful of wine mixed with semi solid shit. But as the whip smashed full force across Barry's ass, severely lacerating both cheeks, he lost his control and emptied out his full load over Vickie's face, mouthfuls of the sickening juice going down her throat but more than half spilling down their strained, pain-wracked bodies.
Eva ended the torture with a few severe slashing cuts on Vickie's tail. Blood shot from the spike holes torn into her lacerated rump. Vickie miserably licked the last drops clean from Barry's ass and as much of the spillage as she could reach. She knew that she had failed miserably to fulfill the demands of her two tormenters. They would now punish her for her failure.
"Go to the bathroom and clean up, both of you. Wash the sheets, too. Then come back here for your punishments."
The two went trailing off, heads slumped in misery as their torturers awaited their return with keen anticipation. They had some wild and groovy things planned for the two suffering victims.
Vickie and Barry passed Virgil Sloan, on his knees cleaning up the floor. The miserable man was forced to hold the scrubbing brush between his jaws and scrub with it in that manner. The cook encouraged his efforts by whipping his ass with a thick, wide leather strap. His backside was a mass of crimson ridged slab welts. Vickie whirled the sheets over his head as she passed him. The cook laughed at his bewilderment and kicked him savagely in the ass, knocking his head forward into his water bucket.
The two who had been tortured together got under the shower. With a questioning look on his face Barry pointed to the forbidden hot water faucet. Vickie nodded her approval and the two of them pleasured their bodies in the forbidden delight of a warm shower. Barry cautiously turned it off after less than a minute. Vickie heatedly rubbed her tits and cunt into his back. She bit his chest and shoulders where her claws had left so many wounds in his flesh. He shoved two of his fingers up her ass in response. Their mouths met, lips mashing and rubbing, tongues probing and entwining. Bubbles and swirls of saliva crossed from mouth to mouth. The ice-cold invigorating water cascaded down upon their flesh. Barry raked the girl's back and dug his fingers full-force into the most lacerated sections of her ass. She did likewise for him, the two of them united in pain and pleasure.
The harsh sting of a whip looping and ripping around their buttocks brought them abruptly and painfully out of their rapture.
Anger blazed on Eva's face.
"You two should know better than to have pleasure without permission, especially you, Barry. This will go heavy on both of you, and you still have punishment coming to you for your previous offense."
The two scurried out of the shower dripping wet and scuttled shrieking through rooms and corridors, a step ahead of the whip slashing their juggling bottoms.
Sylvia had set up the punishment that the two were to suffer. They quailed when they saw it: a pulley system had been set up.
Barry was strung up naked by his feet, his head dangling toward the floor. His legs were wide-spaced and Vickie's arms were bound to his legs by straps attached to steel buckles clamped around his calves. The two now formed a great letter Y hanging from the ceiling. The pressure upon Barry's legs was abominable and would have been bone-wrenching if some of the weight was not borne by the return system of the pulley.
Vickie's legs were now wide spread, changing the Y to an X. Her ankles were bound by stout ropes to ringbolts embedded in the floor and Barry's arms were fastened to her legs in the same way that her arms were fastened to his.
Sylvia poked her fingertips up the boy's ass, causing him to flinch. She slapped Vickie lustily on her own heavily bruised and welted behind. The two young people were bound fixedly in an X of bondage, their mouths positioned close to each others' sex organs.
"You two can play sixty-nine if you feel like it," Sylvia told them. "Maybe you can even derive some pleasure from watching this."
Vickie's greedy mouth instantly closed over the head of Barry's flaccid cock and she began to gobble his shaft into her mouth, working on it to get it hard and erect.
Eva and Sylvia went to work on the asses of their prey with heavy wood paddles. The two bodies quivered with pain as the heavy wooden paddles continually clumped into their ass globes. The four slabs of meat turned red and started to swell under the pitiless assault.
It proved impossible for the two to suck away at each other under the merciless punishment. Vickie threw her head back and emitted wails of agony. Barry was in a worse state, hanging head down, dizziness adding to his torment.
Sylvia stepped in close to Vickie, blasting a heavy tattoo upon her jiggling bottom from point-blank range. Vickie's screaming, pain-contorted face was within inches of Sylvia's face, adding to the thrill of beating the blonde. Sylvia pivoted and shot the blows home with a straight wrist delivery using the power in her shoulders, back, and hips. The cheeks turned red and the flesh visibly began to increase in circumference under the relentless torture.
Ricky leaned against a wall watching the scene and masturbating his cock. Eva beckoned to the freckle-faced blond youth and he ran forward to serve her. Eva pointed to her asshole and a moment later the boy's face was mashed to her ass crack, his tongue sloshing away in the crevasse.
The two women threw down their implements only when they were too weary of arm to continue. Eva wracked her brains for a farther punishment. A flash of inspiration came to her.
She left the room and returned after a short interval with a truly fiendish device; an electrical generator, crank operated, with wire leads coming out of it. It could inflict an agonizing shock without doing serious damage.
"Oh no, no, not that," Vickie wailed. "You're not going to shoot electricity through me, are you mistress Eva. Please, anything but that. Have mercy."
"You bet your luscious little ass that you're going to get a taste of this," Eva gloated. She set the heavy electrical apparatus on the floor. She shoved two of the long wires into Vickie's ass and cunt and shoved two other ones up Barry's ass and into the gap between their tightly mashed bodies. She shoved it well in so it would not drop out.
"Sock it to them, Eva," Sylvia encouraged the black haired demoness.
Eva needed no encouragement. The crank was turned and the two bodies went into rigid screaming contortions as electrical fire shot through their flesh. Uncontrollable muscle spasms ripped through them. Vickie sank her teeth into Barry's thigh, almost tearing a hunk of flesh loose. They screamed and groaned and wailed and shrieked. Eva stopped turning the crank and the two of them went limp. They were so coated with sweat that their bodies seemed to be melting away. Their muscles continued to twitch. Vickie's face was ghostly white with shock, her eyes staring into nothingness, a tic working at the corner of her eye.
Eva sent another blast of voltage lancing through them. There was a grinding clanking sound as their jerking muscles strained against chains and shackles and the pulley system.
The electricity caused the sex juice to foam up out of Vickie's spasming cunt. It bubbled out of her gaping, twitching hole. The girl writhed with so much force that she dislodged the two electrical wires from her cunt and ass.
Eva decided to end the electrical torture. It was not as much fun as personally inflicting punishment upon a soft body with her own hands. She gestured to Ricky and the blond youth removed the generator.
Eva cupped her hands over Vickie's heated, swollen tail and fanned her fingers over the expanse of the crimson cheeks. She gripped Barry's cock which had been turned rigid from the electrical voltage, and shoved it inside. Vickie's dry, moistureless mouth.
"Suck him off," Eva commanded. She gripped a handful of Barry's long black locks and pressed his face into Vickie's foam flecked pussy.
"Eat that hole clean," she ordered.
The two of them played sixty-nine at the command of Mistress Eva. Eva and Sylvia mashed flesh together, gripping and grinding one another's mammoth boobs as they enjoyed the show the two slaves put on for their benefit.
Vickie got onto the spirit of things and sucked away at Barry's cock with a growing delight, her head bobbing away between his thighs, the shaft slipping in and out of her hungry mouth. She pressed her head forward, determined to force every possible inch into her hungry mouth.
Eva began to weld a long black snake whip. The lengthy lash cracked across Vickie's back, cutting a long line into her flesh from left shoulder to right thigh. Eva slashed her across the cut, from right shoulder to left hip, marking a great X across the expanse of her ivory back. Eva looped the whip around Vickie's thighs. The lash cut into her legs and twirled around Barry's back, cutting a deep harsh red groove into his flesh. Vickie wailed in agony and almost bent the cock stuffed into her mouth double. She began to savagely throw her head from side to side, tearing viciously at the organ as she sucked it, biting and raking the length of the rigid member with her teeth. Barry, likewise, bit and gnawed the cunt lips of the blonde.
Eva walked around to the other side and began to cut deep welts into the back of the dangling boy. The whip cracked and snaked out, ripping and tearing asunder soft sensitive skin, sinking into fatty tissue and slicing hard muscle. Eva spread a network of blood lines upon the boy's flesh, then commenced looping her shots, cracking the whip in two or three complete curlings around both victims simultaneously. The two shook and spasmed under the impact of the powerful implement. Eva commenced snapping out shots that sent the tip of the whip slashing downwards across Barry's ass. He emitted a groan of agony and tried to buck loose from his bondage.
"Keep sucking," Eva commanded, emphasizing her command with a flurry of blows on the boy's tortured back. She stepped around the two hanging figures and turned her primary attention back to Vickie, engraving a fresh pattern of bleeding lash streaks into Vickie's flesh. She sliced a long series of stripes from Vickie's neck down to her calves.
As Vickie was mercilessly flogged, her cunt went wild, shooting off great gobs of cunt fluid as she orgasmed and climaxed repeatedly. Her sex apparatus went wild from continuous stimulation and torture. Vickie shot her head forward with all of her might, opening her mouth to the total limit to engulf Barry's ready-to-shoot cock.
The recoiling movements went through the reddened rigid organ. Then the hot spurts of come shot down Vickie's throat pattering and splattering inside her mouth. Long, thirsty, sucking sounds came from her stuffed throat.
Sylvia went wild viewing the orgy and threw herself on the floor. She snatched up a whip and rammed the handle of it up her snatch. In and out, round and round she moved the whip handle, filling and expanding the tube of her pussy, rubbing and pinching and squeezing her cunt lips and clitoris with her free hand. Her lips were filled out and puffy. The whip handle riding in and out of her soon bore the telltale stains of her hot pussy juices.
Vickie let the drained shriveled cock drop out of her mouth. Barry's head dropped away from her own well satisfied gash. A wave of dizziness passed over the boy and a pool of sweat formed under him from the moisture dripping off his forehead. The two were a mass of welts and lacerations. Their buttocks were swollen masses of claret-colored meat.
Eva threw herself on top of Sylvia and the two wild women locked into a sixty-nine position of their own, rolling back and forth across the room, eating each other out.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eva swung the long blacksnake whip and lashed it into Virgil Sloan's flesh. The pitiful man was bound upon a kitchen table, his arms and legs tied. He knelt upon the table, a metal V-cup tightly bound around his crotch, crushing and restricting his manhood. Eva danced around him in a skimpy costume that revealed more than it concealed. She wore thigh-high boots and matching shoulder-length gloves. The wasp-waist corset thrust out her mountainous globular breasts which strained at the wispy sheer, black lace fabric that covered them.
Crack! The whip sliced into one of his nipples. Sloan groaned in agony. Crack! Another blow cut him across one shoulder, slicing�sleek as a knife�the fragile skin. He emitted a piercing scream. Eva whipped him once more across his chest, cutting the flesh open. A thin trickle of blood ran from the deeper cuttings of the welt.
"How do you like this, baby, does it feel good? Talk to me, you idiot." Eva's voice was harsh and insistent.
"Oh beloved mistress, I hunger for the taste of your whip," the utterly miserable wretch replied as he had been instructed.
He emitted a loud, "Arghhhhhh!" as the whip danced along the lines of his back muscles. He had good muscle tone for a man his age, which pleased Eva. She sliced him three times in rapid staccato succession on the right shoulder.
Inga, the cook, worked over her stove with a total disregard for what was occurring. Passing the table once, she ran a fingernail cruelly along one of the more prominent cuts in Sloan's chest.
Eva cracked the leather as fast as she could. Welts multiplied upon his body. His back and chest and shoulders were soon a mass of bleeding cuts.
Sylvia was simultaneously amusing herself with the other males. The two boys put on a wrestling show for the domineering red-headed beauty. She sat upon Oliver's face, letting his tongue slosh and invigorate the faint whipping marks that Eva had left upon her bottom several days ago.
Vickie languidly stretched beside the amber-haired beauty, reclining on soft pillows and enjoying the caressing hands that Sylvia ran over her tits and thighs. Vickie desultorily worked at her cunt with a vibrator, too relaxed on the strong pot she was smoking to care very much about making a strong effort with it. She lay back and let the sensations flood over her.
The two boys rolled about making a strong effort with it. She lay back and let the sensations flood over her.
The two boys rolled about on the floor, limbs locked in powerful frenzied efforts to overcome one another. The winner would be rewarded and the loser punished, as always. Ricky took advantage of the fresh and partly healed welts and wounds on Barry's body, tearing and ripping at his wounds. He raked and bit open the whip welts on Barry's ass. Barry screamed and cursed in agony. He retaliated by biting Ricky's belly, spitting out a mouthful of blood when the shrieking boy rolled clear of him. Barry sprang upon the blond before he could recover and pinned him down. He pummeled away at Barry's ass, spanking the two globes savagely.
Sylvia thrilled to the sight of the two naked boys inflicting torture and pain upon one another. She loved forcing the two of them at times to engage in spanking stamina contests, spanking madly away at each other for hours until their bottoms were so badly battered that they howled with agony for days afterwards.
She impatiently cracked her whip in the air and brandished it threateningly at them.
"Come on, you two. I want to see some action. Stop faking it and show me some real fighting."
The two boys went at each other like wild wolves. Barry managed to pin his blond counterpart once again, and wrenched his arm up behind his back into a painful armlock. He pressed his weight down on Ricky's back, and with his free arm began to pound his fist into Ricky's buttocks. Sylvia applauded his success. Ricky struggled valiantly to free himself but his efforts met with no success.
Sylvia clapped her hands, signaling the end of the match.
"Barry is the victor," she declared. "Ricky will service his conqueror's asshole with his mouth as a reward for Barry's conquest."
Barry rolled his weary body over onto his belly and jiggled his buttocks at Ricky. The beaten and demoralized blond boy wearily lowered his face to the bloody lacerated globes and pried them wide apart with his hands. His face pressed to the sweaty cleft and his tongue probed into Barry's asshole. Ricky performed his chore of ass licking with loud sucking sounds that would please Sylvia.
Sylvia traced her fingertips over one of Vickie's superb boobs. She pinched the nipple. Vickie stirred slightly, twisting her body a bit to afford the redhead easier access.
Sylvia dismounted from Oliver's face and flipped the slave over onto his belly. She selected a large dildo and shoved it all the way up his ass in one ruthless, brutal movement. Oliver screamed. Vickie slapped him across his mouth.
"Shut up, you little faggot," she commanded. "I'm trying to relax over here. I don't enjoy loud noises."
Vickie crushed out the stub of her joint on Oliver's shoulder. He managed to stifle his moan of anguish.
Sylvia slapped Oliver's ass. She clawed her nails across the breadth of his back, exalting in the tremors she caused to run through his body. She slapped him along the side of his head.
"Slave," she mocked him, "slave, slave, slave."
Vickie rolled over onto her belly with her skin pressed to Oliver. She rolled her hips along his flanks with a maddening movement. She reached under his groin and clutched the erection that proved the extent of her success. Sylvia seized a four-thonged short whip and commenced whipping his ass in tempo with Vickie's jerking off of Oliver's erect cock.
Vickie pulled at his meat, giving it slight twisting turns from side to side, rotating it in her hand and letting the shaft slip back and forth from the root to the head in her hand as she worked on it. With her free hand she started to rake and claw his shoulders as she had done with Barry.
Sylvia slashed the whip across the spread of Oliver's ass, the thongs branching out and slicing across his thighs and lower back as well. Sylvia noticed with satisfaction the delight Vickie derived from scratching the man's flesh. This was obviously one of her own favorite activities and she would probably have all of the males in the mansion well marked up with her clawings before very long. Sylvia gave Oliver a vicious blow with the joining of the four lash strands hitting square upon the cleft line of his ass. He emitted a particularly heartrending scream, to the satisfaction of both women.
"When can I use a whip on somebody?" Vickie asked. "Can't I just whip one of the boys for a few minutes? Nothing special, just a few dozen across the ass with riding crop or something?"
Sylvia brushed her fingertips across Vickie's cunt lips, dividing them and sticking her fingers into the sticky moist opening. Vickie squatted over Oliver's face. The slave rimmed her ass cleft with his tongue. He moistened the soft skin and stroked the wealed ass globes as he worked on the tissues. Sylvia squatted over Oliver's rigid hard cock and took the entire length of it up her cunt, grasping it with her pussy muscles and riding the rod, spinning it left and right on its root. She fucked the man royally, bearing down upon his eager body with her weight, the soft lush feel of her ass globes against his thighs and belly enhancing the unbearable lust and desire that the two of them maddened him with.
Vickie spread her ass cakes wide and mashed Oliver's face deep into her sweaty moist crevice. The puckered mouth of her asshole kissed his lips and he thrust his saliva-coated tongue into the sticky, brown-flavored hole. He ran his tongue along the run of fragrant skin between her two holes. She shifted her ass and pressed her cunt over his mouth mauling his face with the wiggling mass of her heavy ass. He kissed the puffy cunt lips with his lips and pressed his tongue between the moist hairy petals. Cunt hairs wedged between his teeth.
The fire of his body was drawn up and torn out of him into the wild savage cunt that engulfed his penis. He let the great flow of seed begin and pour forth from him.
Meanwhile in the kitchen the vicious and brutal Eva continued to whip the living shit out of the unfortunate Virgil. She even cracked a few lashes across his face, cutting a three-inch gash into his forehead. He blinked away tears and blood from his eyes. The beating aroused and fired his manhood, which thrust vainly against the metal restraint binding over his crotch. He screamed in anguish and frustration. Eva slashed the whip across his moustache, reddening the pepper-and-salt neatly trimmed moustache with blood. He winced under this unexpected attack and begged for mercy.
Inga, the cook, decided to enter the sport. She took a washcloth and wiped away the blood on his face. She then slapped his face back and forth until blood ran from his nose and mouth and his ears rang with the buffeting from her strong hands.
"Don't be such a goddamn crybaby," she lectured him. "And stop making such a rotten mess in my kitchen. You're dripping blood all over my clean table."
Inga decided to do something about the blood. She opened up a cabinet and rummaged around until she found the box of coarse table salt.
"Not that," he begged. "I couldn't take so much pain now, I already hurt all over." He appealed to Eva, "Please, Mistress Eva, don't permit her to rub salt into my welts. It hurts too much to bear."
Eva laughed at his pleadings. "Yours not to reason why, yours but to do and hurt. Shut up or I'll give you six hundred kicks in the balls."
"Very clever paraphrasing," Inga complimented her. "Would Madame care to share in the honor of dishing out the salt?"
"I wouldn't think of missing out on this sport. Let's coordinate him so that the pain will be worse. I'll do his back and you do his front."
The two filled their palms with large generous handfuls of salt and simultaneously showered the white crystals into his bloody flesh. Eva shoved salt into the gashes on his ass while Inga ground salt into the bleeding tears on his chest. He screamed with so much energy that he splattered saliva all over Inga. Her face was hideous with venomous cruelty as she ground salt into his shoulders. Blood clotted with the salt and she wiped her hands clean on his face seeing that a lot of salt was forced into the gash on his forehead and the cut along his upper lip. His body strained to break free of its bonds. The ropes twisted around in the red raw wounds he tore into his skin in his vain efforts. Eva covered the entire surface of his back with salt, filling the trough of every bloody welt she had slashed into him.
When they completed their job, his entire body had been salted and burning hell seared through every welt.
"The poor fellow is in need of some cool refreshment, isn't he?" Eva asked Inga. She winked knowingly at the cook.
Inga filled a mopping bucket with water and flung it over the wretched hunk of agony. Sloan's face went ecstatic with the relief. Inga threw more buckets of water over him.
Sloan was released from his bondage. He rolled off the table and slumped in a limp embryonic ball on the floor, huddled up caressing his wounds and emitting small mewing moans of hurt.
Eva kicked his ass. "Get up you son of a bitch, get up and get to work. I want this fucking kitchen cleaned up. Look at the mess you made here. Do you expect poor overworked Inga to clean it up for you? Come on, you dirty asshole, move it." She kicked his ass once more.
As Eva worked on him, she thought of her own not-so-long-past sufferings in Middleton Prison for Women. She recalled herself in this same exact position, huddled naked on a floor, her ass being used for a football, the merciless matron demanding that she clean up the mess that her torture had left.
Eva had been sent up for extortion. She had served two years in that hell hole where inspection never occurred and the authorities turned a knowing eye away from the maniacal excesses of the matron and her staff.
Matron Louisa Kincaid was a true example of an inhuman bitch. Eva had been on the receiving end for those two years. How Louisa had rubbed her face into it, forcing her to give head to her and every dike on the staff, spending hours sitting on Eva's face with her dirty, sweaty-smelling ass gagging Eva until she was ready to puke.
There was also the water cure. Eva was tied down across a huge table that resembled nothing so much as an oversized butcher's block. And, indeed, she was nothing but a piece of meat ready for the butchering. Two guards held the cheeks of her ass wedged far apart and a huge rubber hose was rammed up her asshole. Ice-cold water was forced into her, quarts of it, until her midsection was a hideous distended bag of water and Eva could pass for a woman eight months pregnant. Then her asshole was sealed up with an enormous rubber stopper wedged and hammered up her asshole. Eva was now stuffed with quarts of water trapped within her, and in this condition was strung up by her fingers. The cords bit into her finger joints, cutting through the skin, almost pulling the bones of her fingers from their sockets. And then the heavy whips would hammer upon the tight, water-filled drum of her guts and into the small of her back. The pain was unbearable, being torn with hot knives as well as pulled inside out, simultaneous excesses of agony that Eva had never experienced in any other form of punishment.
Eva would hang there from the ceiling with that mass of water within her seeking egress and the whips hammering her belly with lashes that she felt all the way through to the inner wall of her intestines. And the huge fat ugly matron would step close and hammer her great meaty fist into the overstuffed guts. Eva would turn sheet-white and retch with agony. At last the wedged stopper would be yanked free of her anal hole and the dirty flood would pour out of her, washing her guts out. Eva would, hours later, return to that stinking putrid mess on her hands and knees and mop it up. She had nothing to use except a cup and a roll of toilet paper. She would end up handling most of it with her bare hands. It was a sickening task.
There were solitary cells for offenders, but the worst offense was simply to be on the matron's shit list. It took no particular offense to earn this, but if a woman was particularly attractive or susceptible to ill-treatment, or talented with her body she spent much more time in solitary, a helpless prey to the depraved appetites of the guards. Even worse than the solitary cells were the cages. The cages were in a subbasement under the matron's private quarters. The cages were too small to stand up in and too cramped to lie down in. One could only squat or sit. The cages were piled high with shit and reeked of the pools of urine deposited by the victims imprisoned in them.
Inmates were whipped and beaten every day. They were forced to lap up spit or even eat shit. The punishment was merciless.
Of course, there was also the lineup. Ten or twenty girls, stark naked, shoulder-to-shoulder, standing rigidly braced at attention, eyes straight ahead, for hours at a time, unable to move or turn their eyes or change position. They were watched through two-way mirrors and never knew when they were under observation; so, of course, they had to obey. They would stand that way for hours, waiting for the matron to inflict one of her routines on them. She would enter the room behind them; they would hear her and wait in dread, rigidly at attention, forbidden to move or acknowledge her presence. She would walk down the row of women with her wooden paddle, beating their asses to mush, one at a time. Thirty blows would crash into each set of soft ass cheeks and the girls would stand still, helplessly waiting for their turn. Punishment had to be borne in silence and anyone who moved out of line or flinched too much during the punishment earned a double-dose for themselves and ten extra for every other unfortunate girl.
This was not the worst routine, however. The matron might enter from the door they faced and their faces would turn sickly white at this, for it condemned them to a worse punishment. The matron would be smoking her cigarette in its long golden holder. Slowly she would saunter down the line, stopping in front of each girl for a few brief seconds to touch the lighted cigarette to the girl's left nipple. The girl would grit her teeth and grind her muscles in a colossal effort to remain still as a statue under the punishment. Madame would travel to the end of the line and start back again at the same maddening leisurely pace, burning the centers of the right breast nipples, this time. The bodies of the girls would be beaded with sweat as she returned to the start of the line. Then she walked down the line once more, touching the sensitive belly buttons with her lighted cigarette. On the return trip her hot weed traveled briefly to the hairy patch between each luscious set of thighs. When she had finished she walked behind them touching every set of buttocks five times before she exited. They would remain in line, revealing no outward display of pain save for their contorted facial features. Sometimes they waited for hours until dismissal came.
There was a third variation, the enema with massive loads of hot soapy water plus a glass of hot salted milk drained down by every girl minutes before the enema occurred. The milk beverages were given to the girls following oversized meals of bulky, starchy food.
The hot salted milk caused diarrhea. They would stand there in agony straining to hold in the flood that had been forced into them, the effect of the milk turning the shit within their bowels to liquid and the soapy water forcing it out of them. They would hold in as long as possible, but the floods would disgorge from them and the quarts of reeking brown fluid would flood down their thighs and they would suffer, standing for hours in pools of their own waste with the stuff coated over their legs. As a finale they would be commanded to roll about and wrestle one another in the horrible mess that covered the floor. Then they would be permitted to shower their filthy bodies clean only after they had first cleaned the mess up.
Eva had learned tricks she would never have conceived of herself in that instructional institution. It was not all bad for she spent some of her most pleasant hours in lesbian orgies inside the prison. And a few years after her release she had her revenge upon the matron, who had finally been dismissed from her post as a scapegoat to kill off a threatened investigation launched by some newspaper people who had acquired some of the facts concerning the place.
The matron had fallen into the hands of The Ball Breakers. How Eva had enjoyed the sweet nectar of the grapes of wrath. She had shaved the matron's head clean for a start. Nipple rings had been thrust through the big, overweight woman's nipples. The words: I Fuck and Suck had been tattooed into her boobs and the word Scum had been tattooed in large scarlet letters into her forehead. She had been forced to shed sixty pounds on a crash diet imposed by Eva who had possibly set a world's record for prolonged ass beating on the evil woman's shredded bloody ass. The remains of the ex-matron had been sold to a Mexican whorehouse on the understanding that the woman would be kept there and forced to perform acts too degrading and painful for common prostitutes. At times Eva would look up her old nemesis and with a great deal of satisfaction observe her sucking dirty ass or putting on a circus show with a mule. The matron had indeed been smashed down by Eva's vengeance.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was dinner time for the mistresses and the slaves in the mansion. The established routine was that first rate meals were enjoyed by all, unless the food itself was a form of punishment. The nourishment was always more than adequate.
Virgil Sloan also received top quality fare that evening. Turkey with all of the trimmings was the delicacy that he gorged himself upon. The sole catch was that the wretched sufferer ate his food off the floor. He strained and gnawed at the mess of food splattered on the floor. He could not use his hands. He swept up gobs of mashed potatoes and peas with his tongue and wolfed it down. The turkey was a greater problem, it required quite a bit of dexterity to gnaw pieces of turkey from the bone without the aid of his hands. He was not allowed to partake of his dinner in peace, either. Eva hovered about him, vexing the man with her teasing, sneering at the pitiful spectacle he presented, forcing him to press his mouth to her boots at frequent intervals. Her pressure became worse; she started in booting the wretch in the ribs and in his bloody ass. Virgil tried to ignore the treatment as best he could for he was ravenous and had a brief time limit in which to finish lapping up his food.
The timer on the clock went off. Eva pressed her foot into the back of Sloan's neck and mashed his face into the mess of food he had not yet consumed.
"Tough luck," she sneered, her voice venomous with sadistic delight. "Your time just ran out. Now you better clean up this mess on the double."
Choking down his disappointment Virgil cleaned up the floor.
"You make a pretty damn good maid," Eva taunted. "I'm sorry you were too slow to finish your dinner but I'll be kind and treat you to a special desert."
Eva took an egg out of the refrigerator and sat down on a chair. She set an egg timer for three minutes.
"When I press the switch you will have three minutes to lap up every bit of this raw egg. Don't leave a speck of it behind." Eva leaned back in the chair and broke the egg, letting the thick slimy liquid pour into the fleshy beauty of her closed lap. She switched on the timer. "Get that tongue working, Virgil baby."
Sloan lunged forward and lapped away at the slimy liquid running over her thighs with all the speed he could muster. His tongue swept over her crotch and belly and thighs in great swaths, lapping up the cold slimy egg. He managed to suck up the yolk before it could spread, but the running strands of white seeping between her thighs proved more elusive. Heat was generated along the insides of Eva's thighs as Sloan's tongue swept along the velvety smooth skin. He kept on licking and sucking with the full sweep of his mouth, trying in vain to retrieve every slippery elusive bit of egg. The ringing of the egg timer bell echoed like the crack of doom in his ears.
Eva shoved him on his ass with her foot. He moaned as his welted flesh hit the floor.
"Tough luck, dummy," she crowed. "Now I have to think up some sort of adequate punishment for you. Before that of course, I'll enjoy my own dinner."
The others were well into their meal when Eva joined them. She pulled a large piece of meat off of Barry's plate and popped it into her mouth. She pressed the boy's face to her belly and felt his tongue gently graze over her bush. Tingles shot through her when she felt the moist tongue move over the petals of her pussy.
Hunger brought with it the desires on the part of Eva and Sylvia for some special entertainment. They shared a sofa together, curled into the sixty nine position, luscious mouths clamped to oily well sucked cunts.
Barry and Ricky were hung up by their wrists. Heavy weights were suspended from the ankles of the two boys. Oliver sucked their cocks one after the other. As he mouthed their hard erect organs (the huge cocks that all of them were so very fond of) the merry cook Inga applied birch rods to the posteriors of the two young studs, spreading a great amount of unwanted warmth through them.
The cook hummed and sang merrily as she swished the wood into their quivering tails. The birch split a gash into a welt that had half healed on Barry's butt. Claret ran from it. The cook's eyes went cloudy with blood thirst and she hammered away at the wound. Barry felt the pain lancing through his scourged ass as the birch branch continued its action upon him. Oliver took the full length of Barry's throbbing organ into his well-practiced mouth and did a wild fast head job on the tool that was so eager to shoot its load.
Eva and Vickie sucked away at each other, fingers wedged up each other's assholes, clawing and pinching hot-bothered bottom cheeks, neither tearing her eyes away from the show being put on for them.
As Oliver began to gulp down the spurting shots of Barry's seed, the maid redoubled her onslaught against the tightening bunched-up ass muscles. Her birch rod slashed left and right tearing gashes into half closed welts. She concentrated on the most susceptible areas, the red lines that were still so vulnerable to fresh damage. Barry screamed blue murder as he felt the blood tricking down his thighs in the same old monotonous way. Fire ran through his body. The cook had no quality of mercy whatsoever and was always ripping away at half sealed over wounds and welts on all of the bodies that it was within her sphere to scourge.
She had once tied Barry over a stone pony the interior of which was a furnace to be heated up with burning coal. Barry had been tied to the stone, his belly and chest tightly embracing the cold flesh of the stone that did not remain cold very long.
He had screamed and shrieked in true fear and utter terror that time, not knowing at what point the cook would draw the line. She had shoveled coal into the interior of the horse and the heat had reached through the white, chalk-textured stone into his body. His chest and genitals had begun to turn red hot as the heat mounted higher and higher. And, as this torture was inflicted, the cook had whipped his back and ass with a bullwhip. The heavy lash had crunched into his helpless meat, slicing its pattern all along his broad back. His shoulders had been slashed almost to the bone. The cook had whipped his ass until she had torn X's into it that bled into each other. His bottom was a mass of ripped flesh and split skin. When she had seen fit to release him from the stone pony the front of his body was blistered from neck to toe and reddened from the heat.
Inga chained the boy to the wall and then went to work on him. His attempts to escape her hurting hands merely increased the pain he felt in his whipped back and ass, scraping the coarse stone wall. But that pain was as nothing compared to the livid, raw searing agony of the cook caressing his blistered, cooked skin. Her strong palms pressed into his skin and moved over his blistered hide. She pinched the blisters between her fingers and broke them, crumbling the somewhat fried patches of boiled up skin, peeling them away. Barry had discovered his ultimate scream on that day. Eva had told him once that every person undergoing the infliction of pain had an ultimate scream: a terrible sound that was the ultimate expression of suffering that could be racked out of them. This pain brought out Barry's ultimate scream.
This inhuman sound brought Eva to see what had occurred. She had been somewhat shocked to discover the nature of the punishment that the cook had inflicted. She had made a roast of the boy and was skinning off his blisters, flaying away the cracked segments of hide. His eyes rolled and saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth.
It was not within the powers granted to Inga to inflict so harsh a sentence without first obtaining consent of Eva or someone of similar station. Barry was out of action for a week and this enraged Eva, who along with Sylvia, considered that she had certain exceptional proprietary rights over the two boys.
As Barry had hung from the ceiling with the cook whipping a thick pattern along his back his mind went back to the results of that lesson the cook had been dealt out, her own punishment for acting without permission. How she had paid for the pain he had felt!
She had been served up as a banquet, a fitting sentence for a cook. Over the spit she had been turned, a small long blaze in a trough beneath her, heating her flesh up evenly all over from her neck to her ankles. She had reddened and browned and Eva had basted her with thick applications of cooking oil. The cook had been silenced by a rubber ball stuffed into her shrilly protesting mouth. Ricky had stood by taking vengeance for his partner by testing her flesh for tenderness with a fork. He had jabbed the prongs almost constantly into her tits and thighs and ass. The cook had been reduced to a piece of roasted meat that had been totally dehydrated.
At the table that night she had been wheeled in on a dining cart by Ricky under an enormous silver platter. Toothpicks had been jabbed into her flesh topped with olives, they pierced her everywhere. Her cunt and ass had been stuffed with strawberries and raspberries which the banqueters picked out of her recesses with pins. Her mouth had been stuffed with the apple, she had been served up as a roasted pig. Hot sauce was poured over her and the wild revelers fell to lapping the heated sauce off of her red flesh, biting and gnawing her, breaking skin and draining off mouthfuls of her blood. The meal had been an unforgettable experience for the cook and she had never made the mistake again of overstepping her bounds. But her authority was satisfactory enough and she could deal out anything that was reasonable.
Barry felt the memory slipping away and the harsh reality returning in the tearing searing wires of agony ripping through him. The interminable slashing of the rod over the same areas time after time built up a deep agony within his body. His ass had been torn open along all of the welts that were not totally healed up. He would need many applications of salves and ointments that evening. Fortunately he would probably be granted an opportunity to knit together for the next few days.
To his relief and Ricky's consternation the blond boy's turn came at last. Shock lanced the boy's armpits, wrists and shoulders from the effect of the weights hanging from his wrist in addition to his own bulk. For him the application of punishment was varied. The pulley was put into action lifting him up two feet. Then suddenly the chain was let slack. He hurtled down and came to a jerking bone-wrenching halt. The weights ripped down, almost tearing him asunder. His shoulders strained at their joints; fire slashed through every muscle; ropes cut bloody grooves into his wrists and ankles. His body stretched a fraction of an inch before the strain passed off. He bit through his lip in his agony. Bubbles of water coated his skin. His eyes had a glaze over them.
Oliver's talented mouth brought the freckle-faced blond compensation. His lips closed over the long, thick head capping the well formed shaft. His fingers caressed and rubbed the boy's nuts.
Behind him, the birch rod did its villainous work. Ricky's own bottom was not as marked and sliced up as Barry's so that the cook had more to work upon. She remedied this by concentrating on making new damage with the birch, repeatedly abraising the skin over the same spot, striking at various angles to further the lacerations. Ricky's ass was shortly a crimson blood pudding. The cook broke the birch rod to pieces and replaced it with an equally wicked supple length of wood. It swished through the air cutting its arcs over Ricky's jiggling backside. Oliver took advantage of the boy's frenzied lunges to engulf and eat his long hard cock. His teeth crunched and pressed into the hot beef.
Inga began whipping the birch rod vertically into the deep cleft between Ricky's buttocks. She prodded and poked the end of the rod into the lacerations and abrasions she had dotted his hide with. She twisted the end of the rod into these wounds and then struck the implement several times across them fanning his flesh with an ever increasing pain radiating through him from every point and line of contact etched upon his buttocks. The rod journeyed up his back, glancing sharply off his bony shoulder blades and spinal chords, striking sharp, crimson well defined lines into his fleshy back area.
Eva and Sylvia watched the show with rapt enjoyment. Their hands instinctively clawed and raked hurting furrows of blood on one another's bodies. Eva managed to press her entire fist inside of Sylvia's cunt hole. The redhead drummed her heels upon the sofa as her cunt material was so radically distended and opened up to admit the probing fist. The inside of the tunnel was slippery with wet, warm, moist pussy oil, and Eva pressed her fist up it inch by inch. Sylvia squalled and hollered, and beat her fists into Eva's back. Eva yanked her fist out with one convulsive heave. Sylvia went sprawling on the floor, thighs pumping, arching her back and going into spasms from the sex shock of the fist withdrawing from inside her with her cunt distended and pumping its locking muscular actions upon empty air.
Eva jumped off the sofa and landed graceful as a cat on Sylvia. She buried her face in one large ball of tit and began to bite her initials into the soft boob meat. They meshed arms and legs together and rolled across the floor in a biting clawing cat fight of love.
Inga jumped away from the rolling duo and Eva reached up to grasp hold of Ricky's dangling leg. Her nails ripped his calves as she pulled herself erect, inflicting the burden of her weight upon him. He screamed under the added weight as the ropes sank into his bloody wrists. Eva scratched her nails up and down the columns of his thighs. She closed her mouth over his limp cock that had been sucked dry by Oliver and pumped it around inside her mouth, tongue-hammering it.
Sylvia stood up and grabbed the boy around the thighs. Her eyes were wild and staring out into some private vision, bubbling laughs, half-hysterical and half-maniacal rattled in her throat. She pulled his legs back until his body was almost horizontal and then swung him like a pendulum. He screamed as he cut through the air in muscle ripping arcs, the weights tearing at his feet, his body spinning right and left upon the ropes as he moved back and forth. Sylvia kept swinging him.
Inga returned to Barry and began to whip the very tip of the birch switch across the meeting rips of several overlapping welts. Drops of blood were splashed through the air. Oliver chewed and clawed Barry's stomach. He bit into the nipples until his teeth broke through the surface of the skin and he tasted the rich salty flavor of the boy's blood.
Eva tore him away and threw him over the sofa.
"I want your ass now, you son of a bitch," she screamed.
"I'll teach you the meaning of obedience and domination."
She wanted to sit on his face. She selected a hard backed chair and slammed his across it. His arms were drawn sharply back and tied to the legs of the chair, ropes sinking deep into his flesh leaving black and blue weals. His legs were lapped over the back of the chair and ropes tied around them. His chest and belly were roped to the seat. Eva seated herself on his throat. His head hung down toward the floor.
Eva rolled her voluptuous thighs around on his chest and throat. She cupped the back of his neck with her left hand and lifted up his face. Back and forth her other hand flashed across the target. His cheeks crimsoned, blood flecked the corner of his mouth. She kept at it, slapping his face left and right. Then she shifted forward covering his mouth with her tunnel. There was a flowing sound from within her, her hands locked his face into position, her golden shower of piss filled his mouth. He choked and gurgled but stoically managed to down the hot liquid as it filled his mouth. His arms were on fire, knife pains shot through his thighs mashed between her body and the back of the chair, unbearable cramps ripped into the backs of his knees and his calves. Her weight bore down upon him with relentless force. She slowly pissed into his mouth, taking her time, forcing every slowly released drop into him.
Sylvia had ceased playing with Ricky and found herself interested in what Eva was doing to Oliver. She mashed Eva's boobs into each other and bent over to suck the delightful overflowing handfuls of flesh. She bit scratch marks and bite... imprints that she had already patterned the white flesh with. She messed up Eva's hair, shaking the great black flows of waist length mane over the girl's face. Eva bent forward and draped her hair over Oliver's face. She pinched his nose and twisted it as he drained off the last drops out of her pee.
Sylvia helped Eva dismount from her steed.
"I want a ride," she giggled. "Let me have my turn on his face. I have a little champagne inside me as well, and there's no point in wasting it in the toilet."
Sylvia dropped on Oliver's throat with a force that came close to breaking his ribs. She raked and prodded the prominently defined rib bones.
"You're getting thin," she taunted him. "Your muscle tone also leaves a lot to be desired. You ought to take better care of yourself."
Her mischievous fingers scratched his chest. She made typing movements over his chest, piercing his skin with sharp nails. She squeezed his neck, and wrapped her thighs around his neck. He choked and wailed as the thick white columns of alabaster crushed his skull. Then she locked her hands behind his skull and braced forward across his face. Her thick yellow stream shot hot and fast into his mouth. For the second time in succession Oliver drank down a hot load of piss.
Eva went back to the two boys. They were not in much shape for anything too strenuous. Their bodies were clawed and chewed, buttocks and backs reduced to striped and bleedings masses of welts and patches of torn up skin. Eva kissed Barry gently on the lips, caressing his lips and teeth with the tip of her tongue. But his response was negligible. Eva balanced his weary chin on the tip of her index finger and then let it slump forward once more across his chest. He was all the way out of it.
There was still Virgil. She wanted to do something special to him that night, something that would surpass his sufferings during the long, unending day. There was one special whip she had never tried out on him. That would do the job quite nicely. But first, there was Vickie, the swinging stewardess to be attended to. Well, she could be Sylvia's meat.
Eva slapped Sylvia impatiently across her ass.
"Don't take all day, sweetie. What are you doing, reading a book?"
"The john is a good place for it," Sylvia testily replied, patting Oliver's sweaty forehead. "I could sit here all night reading a book. I wonder if Oliver would mind that very much."
"We have other friends to attend to. I'm going to give Virgil the whipping of his life. And I would appreciate it if you would do something with Vickie."
Sylvia squeezed Eva's ass globes with excitement.
"Why don't we watch you and Virgil first. That would really turn me on. Also, there are few things that terrify a person about to receive discipline more than first seeing some other pathetic dummy get a taste of it."
"You really dig the watching bit, don't you? All right lets get to it. Lets get it on."
Eva and Sylvia took Vickie in tow and brought her to the viewing chamber. Their hands were all over her rich flesh, kneading and groping and teasing her toward orgasm. Eva left her there with Sylvia and went to fetch Virgil. She pummeled the poor wretched slave with her riding crop from the kitchen to the punishment chamber. She sent him sprawling with a vicious boot between his buttocks. Then as he groveled, rubbing his aching body on the floor to alleviate his pains, she went to get the special whip she was going to introduce to him.
Sylvia crushed Vickie's tits. "Watch all of this doll, you've never seen a whip like this one."
CHAPTER SIX
Eva brandished an abominable whip before Virgil's stunned eyes. Her own savage black eyes glared into his, terrorizing him with the cruelty registered there.
The whip was a leather quirt with a thick handle and three lashes, each ending in a brutal, spiked ball with spikes of varied lengths and sharpness. She flipped the lashes lightly along his chest. The skin squirmed under the threat of the terrible whip. Tiny red streaks appeared for a second or two where the ball ran along his delicate skin. She pressed one spiked ball into his tender nipple. The spikes lanced pain through the tender bud, the needle sharp points pierced the skin and small trickles of blood ran down his chest.
Eva forced Virgil to kneel with his ass raised high in perfect position for his punishment. Small whimpering sounds of panic forced their way past his gritted teeth. Eva slapped him across his face.
"Shut up, dummy. I ordered you to remain silent until your punishment begins."
She slapped the spike tips over his shoulder and ran the length of the lashes down his back. Tears trickled down his trembling cheeks, he could not suppress small sobs as he tried to hold down his welling panic.
Eva slapped him back and forth across his mouth splitting his lip.
"You overgrown baby," she chided. "I can see that the only thing you respect is force. Slaves have to be rigidly and totally repressed or they lose all respect for discipline. I feed you too well and I don't apply the whip to that rancid tail of yours often enough."
Of course it was all a crock of shit, she thought. He had sampled so many doses of such an immense variety of whips that his ass resembled a map of the World War II campaign on The Russian front. Idly, she traced a series of whip lines into his left buttock with the point of her index fingernail. It was curious how the marks on this spot were so thick they all seemed to meet and join one another. But it was time to get to work on him.
The whip snapped back, the spikes dangled down behind her back, swinging and waiting for the blow that would arc them into the soft flesh of Sloan's ass. Eva licked her lips with sadistic anticipation, enjoying the added refinement of cruelty she inflicted upon the sufferer by drawing out the waiting.
Swish. The three deadly spike balls leaped high over her shoulder and then slashed in a great arc ending on Sloan's ass. The points juggernauted through his skin, spurting blood out of the holes they tore. Blood spots splashed over Eva's outfit. Her eyes narrowed with anger.
"You splashed your dirty blood on me, you evil bastard," she raged.
She struck him again. The monstrous spike balls lacerated his other buttock. He lunged forward sinking the lengths of rope binding him deeply in his flesh. He caught another ten terrible blows across his bleeding scourged backside, slow drawn-out blows�a terrible prolonged flogging. His ass bled profusely from thirty punctures torn by the harsh spike balls and a series of angry red streaks from the lash thongs overlaid his backside. He sobbed madly, the pain going on and on, unendingly.
Eva got in front of Sloan and seized him around the waist.
"Look over your shoulder my little pet," she commanded.
Sloan obeyed the command. His eyes widened in fright and horror. She was holding the handle end of the whip poised like a club to smash it into the portal of his asshole.
"No, no," he pleaded. "Anything but that." His asshole was a mass of pain from similar treatment and the handle of the whip was particularly thick and rough-hewn.
Of course, his understandable reluctance to experience the thrust of the whip butt up his bottom hole only encouraged Eva to rip it into him.
Her throaty evil laugh reverberated through the room accompanied by his loud, incessant maddened shrieks. Eva plunged the handle past the resistant portal of his ass. She wedged it into him, twisting and pushing it in a fraction of an inch at a time, working it up the tight elastic tunnel. The recoil and resistance of his asshole gave way before the relentless travel of the leather object. Eva pressed it in. Four, five, six inches deep it went, and still further. When she had shoved into him every centimeter of length that his asshole would admit into him, she began to pull it back an inch or two and then shove it back up once more. She strained to hold his bound body in position as she worked on him. From the way he screamed she knew the intolerable agony he was feeling. She worked it faster and faster, building up the burning friction that was scraping the inner membrane raw. She expected the handle to be crimson with blood by the time she withdrew it.
As this scene transpired, it was witnessed by Sylvia and Vickie through a two-way mirror. Vickie bit her knuckles with the tension. A cold sweat coated her skin. Sylvia covered her tits with her hands and squeezed them with cruel force.
"Do you think you could bear a treatment like that one?" she threatened the blonde. "Not so groovy is it? Notice how his ass is still bleeding from all of those awful spike tears. His butt will be a mass of black marks and whip welts for a week after this beating. But you don't have to worry darling, we have far different things in store for you."
She kissed the blonde on one perfect tit. She pinched and teased the soft flesh pudding of her ass globes.
Without waiting around to view the finale of Sloan's torment the two women retired to the equipment room. Sylvia ran through a wardrobe stuffed with fiendish costumes for punishment. Vickie went pale and trembled, contemplating the terrible sufferings they could inflict. Sylvia toyed with her fears the way a cat plays with a mouse. She demonstrated and displayed every outfit to Vickie, explaining in explicit obscene terms the pressures, cramps and pains that would be inflicted upon her cunt, ass, tits, and other delicate parts by the straps, points, dildos, and chains that the costumes were richly embellished with. Finally she made her selection.
Over the head of the sobbing blonde went a leather helmet with a hole in the top through which her great mop of hair was drawn. The helmet completely covered her face, with narrow slits for her eyes and a small hole which she could breathe through. A gag of rubber filled her mouth and half choked her. A strap drawn tight under her chin locked her jaws tightly together enhancing the silencing power of the gag. The helmet ended in a high stiff collar which was fastened around her neck with a series of three short straps which Sylvia buckled tight. She adjusted the helmet, smoothing the topknot of hair pulled through the hole on top and then began to force the blonde into a rubber corset.
The corset covered Vickie's breasts. The bra cups were inlaid with metal stays which bit sharply into the soft compressed orbs. The corset buckled in back and Sylvia tightened these straps to the last notch no of each buckle, the elastic rubber stretching and crushing Vickie's flesh tightly within its grasping restraint. Vickie felt her breath oozing out and she could scarcely fill her lungs against the compression of the rubber. Sylvia smoothed out the garment, digging her fingers into the soft material, feeling the tightly crushed flesh underneath.
Vickie's arms went behind her back into the confinement of a single glove laced up to her elbows. The blonde was now completely helpless.
Sylvia kicked Vickie in the shins. The girl howled through her muffling choke gag and danced about in pain.
Sylvia guffawed. She laughed in derision at her helpless prey. She raised her foot and delivered a tremendous kick to the soft core of Vickie's naked vulnerable ass. She sent the blonde spinning into a wall. Sylvia followed up with another treacherous boot right into the crease between Vickie's buttocks. She caught the girl by her glove-bound arms as she tried to move away and drew her close.
"Time for you to take a little trip, baby," she snarled.
She tripped the blonde across one outstretched leg. Vickie fell with a plop onto her tender ass. Sylvia dragged her by the hair along the floor. Back and forth she dragged the blonde, holding her with both hands twisted into the long thick mass of golden hair, pulling her from corner to corner, dragging her ass along the hard wood. Sweat began to bead Sylvia's body from the effort and she decided to change to a form of torture that was less taxing upon her energy.
She moved the girl under a series of ring bolts embedded in the ceiling. There were also many such bolts in the floor. Vickie's ankles were tied to two of these bolts. A long thin length of strong cord was then braided round and round the long mane of blonde hair and tied off. The free end was then threaded through a ring bolt in the ceiling and Vickie was pulled up off the floor and suspended by her hair, pulled up until the ropes holding her ankles were taut and she could be raised no higher. Sylvia tied the rope off through a ring bolt on the floor. Vickie was now suspended from the ceiling by her hair with her legs wide and roped to the floor. Tremors ran through her spread thighs. Her cunt was positioned at the height of Sylvia's face. She diddled the cunt petals with her fingers and stuck her tongue into the fragrant tunnel. She bit the pussy lips and the clitoris button, and rammed her fingers up the cunt hole.
Tears dripped down on her through the slits in the black mask covering the blonde's head. Sylvia shoved the fingers of her other hand lip Vickie's asshole. She felt the resistance of the warm, somewhat moist tunnel to the pressure of her fingers. The elastic tube embraced her fingers tightly and the recoil mechanism rippled through the asshole and tried to expel them. She laughed at the golden girl's discomfort and frigged away inside both holes.
Enough was enough, she decided. She had serious torture to get down to. She rummaged about inside a box until she found the apparatus she wanted. She turned the device around in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship. It consisted of a T-belt of steel, that could be buckled tightly upon the pelvic area with leather straps. In front and in back were two dildos that would be buried inside the victim. It was a similar treatment to the one Eva had inflicted upon her several days ago. Sylvia knew the sufferings that Vickie would feel and this added a further little thrill of excitement to the proceedings. The feelings of being fucked continually, front and back, of being filled and pressed wide open from the inside out. And, after the removal, there was the irritation through the entire inflamed area.
She held the device up close to the slits in the mask. She regretted that she could not see the twisted expression of fear on Vickie's face.
However, Sylvia had thought up an added refinement. She fetched a jar of medicinal liniment and with it coated the shaft that would fit up Vickie's ass. What a burning, searing sensation this would cause! Then she thrust the first dildo up into the girl's cunt. She enjoyed the shuddering that wracked Vickie's body. Every tremor sent fresh pain through the girl's scalp, which had to bear the weight of her dangling body. Then the second dildo, coated with medicated rub, was rammed up Vickie's ass. It was marvelous how the thick device vanished up that narrow, resistant but resilient tunnel. Then the thing was strapped tight into position and would remain in place until Sylvia deigned to remove it. Sylvia played with the threads of pubic hair sticking out from the metal V-cup of the device.
"And now, baby," she gloated to her helpless subject, "your groovy teacher is going to give you your graduation course in bondage and torture."
She selected a wide leather strap whip.
"The rubber suit you wear will protect your upper half from the markings of this strap. That's all well and good because it increases the amount of punishment I can safely confer upon that area. But your ass and your legs are naked targets, and they will mark-up quite readily when I work them over with a strap as thick and heavy as this one is."
Sylvia then put her words into action with a tremendous whack across Vickie's ass. She then reached out and plucked loose a few of the blonde hairs poking out from under the pelvic cup. Sylvia whacked Vickie on her rubber-bound belly. The sleek material rippled slightly. Sylvia whipped the belly once more and then the tits. The pendulous orbs did not vibrate very much due to the rigid framework of the bra cups. Sylvia began to increase the tempo of her whipping, striking the girl's body all over in a careful pattern. Up her back she went, whipping wide red streaks into the calves and thighs, into the jiggling buttocks, cheeks, then up the rubber protected back. The leather made a rich, exciting sound as it slapped upon the rubber. Then the front of the body, looping the leather strap whip around each leg, whipping the meaty thighs, crisscrossing crimson streaks into the creamy legs, the welts running all around the insides of the thighs. And then slamming into the metal guard that covered her cunt, sending stabs of blinding pain through the lips of the girl's pussy. And Sylvia then traveled up the magnificent body, whipping the rubber covered belly and boobs. She loved the wonderful sight of her guts spasming as pain speared into her tummy.
It reminded Sylvia of her days in college, and as she worked, her mind sped back to those wonderful days in that freaky lesbian sorority, days that had eventually been the cause of her being expelled from school, but not before she had engaged in those fantastic and wonderful activities for three years. The activities of the sorority had been uncovered and the girls expelled en masse, but Sylvia had whipped dozens of asses to bloody shreds and inflicted hundreds of hours of bondage upon her miserable charges before it had happened.
For a full year she had intimidated and dominated her roommate, Mona Blakeson. The sorority had kidnapped her in the middle of the night and bound her naked to a tree in the middle of the forest area surrounding the grounds of the school. Red hot irons had been heated over a fire and the girls had threatened Mona with branding and disfigurement until the screaming hysterical girl had sworn to slavery and silence and convinced them, as had many others, that she would be obedient.
The girl was Sylvia's own personal slave, thereafter. Sylvia had untied her from the tree and forced her to kneel before the assembled pack and suck and lick every cunt and asshole. Then Sylvia had whipped Mona's ass to shreds with a whip and forced the screaming, tortured girl to squat in a pan of coarse salt. How she had howled with agony as the crystals burned her ass welts.
From then on, it was a continuous round of degradation and bondage. Mona sucked Sylvia's cunt every day. She woke her in the morning by licking her toes, and then slavishly prepared her breakfast and performed the necessary chores to keep the room neat and tidy. When Sylvia went to the toilet, often as not, Mona eased her onto the seat and held her ass cheeks wide apart. Instead of using toilet paper Sylvia forced the miserable and degraded girl to lick her dirty brown ass crack clean.
Every day Mona received at least one spanking from Sylvia, sometimes as many as a dozen. Sylvia forced her to be promiscuous with every boy who wanted to sample her body. Mona soon became known as the top blow job artist in the school. Sylvia forced the wretched girl slave to perform at stag shows and prostitute herself for money, every cent of which Sylvia pocketed. She would arrange wild gang bang orgies at which Mona would fuck and suck as many as a dozen men, pretending to enjoy to the utmost her humiliation. Sylvia continued to blackmail and threaten her, making photos and movies of the activities she engaged in to heighten her power over the girl. Mona's spirit was completely crushed and broken.
Some weekends Mona would be imprisoned in one of the cages in the sorority lair. The girls would feel her up and finger-fuck her and whip her tits and ass to bloody pieces. She was given massive enemas with nearly boiling water and forced to play with her own pussy for hours to amuse them, until her muff was coated with her own dried cunt juice. Mona crawled on floors and lapped up gobs of spit. She cleaned toilets and washed panties out in her mouth, filling her mouth with soapy water and washing the foul garments.
Sylvia strapped the girl to her bed at night and slept upon her body, incessantly mauling, slapping, kissing, licking, groping, biting, spitting on, and pinching every inch of her flesh. Mona was finger-fucked and sucked until her cunt was raw from the long chains of forced orgasms and climaxes. Sylvia strapped on dildos and vibrators and penetrated the recesses of Mona's cunt, fucking her wildly for hours. Mona began to sink into a great inescapable net of masochism as she became the utter and total devoted animal property of the vicious redhead.
Sylvia went wild every time she recalled those most satisfying and wonderful sessions with the incomparable Mona. Mona's life became a ceaseless round of sex and suffering, intermixed together. Sylvia took her on vacations, to her place in California where Sylvia's sisters and parents whipped Mona to a bloody pulp, leaving her dangling by her wrists for hours at a time as they lambasted her tender body. Sylvia's sister, Irene, specialized in inflicting subtle and brutal burns upon Mona's boobs and bottom with lighted cigarettes. Mona suffered even more in Sylvia's home than she had in the school. And when these vacations came to a close she would return to the terrors of the sorority and her slavery to Sylvia.
Eventually, Mona summoned the courage to run off. One day she was there and the next she was gone, without even packing her things. Sylvia missed her and wept bitterly over her loss. Sylvia was murderously cruel to the initiates and slaves of the sorority for several weeks after that and all of them saw fit to keep out of her way as much as possible.
Sylvia soon returned to her usual form, but she never again possessed a slave as intimately close as Mona. At times Sylvia would nostalgically view the fucking and sucking films she had made of the girl and the Polaroid photos she still possessed in abundance.
An organization such as theirs could not remain a secret forever; although the sorority lasted far longer without being uncovered than many other such secret societies. It was turned in by a slave girl victim who had not been sufficiently terrorized. She revealed to the shocked campus authorities an unbelievable network of whip lashes and burn marks on her back and ass dished-out to her by Sylvia and several other members. Sylvia had even whipped the girl with a special lash that etched her initials into the patterns etched into the girl's butt. Of course Sylvia had been booted off campus and the matter was suppressed to save the college's reputation.
Sylvia had never forgotten those days and had never tried to adopt a different mode of life. Her mastery over slaves had been her total reason for existing and her sole means of attaining happiness. As she whipped the dangling blonde's ass to a scarlet mass she considered herself indeed fortunate to be one of the charter members of The Ball Breakers and one of the pillars of its enormous success.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There were some thirty members of The Ball Breakers who bore the rank of masterhood, and some forty slaves subordinate to them. Many of those who were masters were subject to discipline and bondage at the hands of the three supreme masters of the club.
Eva and Sylvia were two of these supreme, regal dominatresses. Ida Connors was the third. She was a huge, ebony, black voluptuous woman nearly six feet tall. Her features were well chiseled and her measurements were enormous, her forty-two inch breasts jutting out over a waist trained down to twenty-three inches. Her ass was her crowning glory, a magnificent structure of flesh; hard but massive globes of compact meat. She could literally pound a male's head to jelly by bouncing her enormous tail up and down on his face, a favorite pastime of hers. She was a demoness with the whip and her strong flogging arm could tear the flesh from an ass with a few dozen well-placed strokes. All of the slaves feared her intensely. Her rage could be more awesome and pitiless than that of either Eva or Sylvia. Ida enjoyed walking on a man's chest in her spike-heeled shoes, gouging deep enormously painful marks into his flesh. She preferred the rack above all other apparatus, and could turn a man on it until his bones felt ready to come apart. There was little in the realm of cruelty that she was not capable of.
Enraged once over some misdemeanor that Virgil Sloan had been guilty of she had strung the screaming sniveling wretch up by his big toes. She had then jammed a funnel into his asshole and emptied a pot of hot coffee into the funnel. It had taken many months before Virgil had wiped from his mind the terror of that hot coffee enema. She had repeatedly broken his spirit by forcing him to lap up messes of animal food and garbage from a dog dish inscribed with his initials. She had whipped his chest with a blacksnake whip until blood was pouring between his toes. His stomach turned sour with panic every time he was in her presence.
Sylvia and Eva were in almost permanent residence at the stately secluded mansion that was the headquarters of the strange secret society. Ida visited the place less frequently, as she had other numerous outside interests, but when she was present her presence was felt. She showed up a few weeks after Vickie had arrived for her long-drawn-out rites of initiation. She had come to get her piece of this exquisite new blonde member who she had heard so much about.
Vickie was ill at ease in her presence. Ida examined her as if the golden girl was some new prize racehorse. Vickie had heard much about Ida's excesses. With Ida she would be starting, more or less, from scratch and she would be under the obligation to bear any form of extreme cruelty that the fricatesse wished to vent upon her.
Ida stripped off her leather and rubber outfit, revealing her breathtaking excesses of bodily perfection. Even Vickie felt as if she were an underdeveloped adolescent next to the mammoth black woman. Ida cupped Vickie's jaw in one massive palm and gazed into Vickie's fearful blue eyes with her own enigmatic, unreadable, black eyes, her face an expressionless mask. Vickie realized that she could not gauge Ida's intentions the way she could with the others; the woman had the knack of not permitting her relish for sadism to show in her features.
Her voice was a low-pitched sensuous purring sound.
"You are one hell of a sweet hunk of cunt," she complimented the girl. "I've heard a lot of groovy things about you, baby doll."
"I've heard many interesting and wonderful things about you as well," Vickie ventured.
Ida laughed heartily. "I'll just bet you have heard a few stories about me, honey-tail. Maybe Barry boy told you how I spanked his ass with a hairbrush for two straight hours until I knocked half of the bristles loose. His butt was swollen out four inches and he screamed for six hours. He couldn't bear to have his ass touched for two weeks. But, just the same, I gave him an ass massage every day. He never forgot me doing that to him. And then guess what I did to his little asshole buddy, Ricky? That sweet freckle-faced cherub. I strapped on a dildo and fucked his butt off all night long. Then I racked him all day long and whipped every inch of his body."
Vickie's eyes were wide with astonishment and dismay.
"Are you going to do anything as horrible as that to me," she asked.
Ida pinched one of Vickie's nipples.
"Probably not, precious, you're such a sweet little thing. But it's time I did something to you."
She strapped Vickie to a wall. Vickie was spread-eagled to the wall with her legs wide apart.
"First," Ida informed her, "we start with a little hand jive."
Crack! Her hand whipped across one jiggling tit. Its mate then received an equally hard slap. Vickie screamed. Ida slapped her mouth, tearing blood from the corner of her lip.
"Not so damn much music," she cautioned the girl. "Wait until you're one of the walking wounded before you scream like that."
Her hands beat a rapid tattoo over the reddening skin. Vickie's body was already a patchwork of welts in various stages of healing. The beating breathed new color into many of them, making them stand out prominently on the crimson skin. Ida slapped the nipple tips left and right, and ground the tender buds-between her strong fingers. She pulled them out from the blonde's body, forcing the tits to elongate and stretch out, long and rubbery. She handled and molded the rubbery tits into new shapes.
Vickie expected to be worked over next with a whip but Ida had more original intentions in mind for her little pigeon. She stuffed a piece of rag into Vickie's mouth to stifle her screams and then began to use the blonde as a target for throwing darts at. Vickie's nipples were her primary bull's-eyes. The darts were long, heavy wicked objects with one-inch pin-sharp points. She took aim and let fly with the first dart. It struck Vickie between her tits and bounced off after penetrating her flesh a little way before the recoil of the breast skin dislodged it. Ida cursed her poor aim and tried again. Vickie squirmed about, panic-stricken.
"Hold still, damn you. I'm less liable to have an accident if you don't move your ass around."
Vickie reluctantly followed the command. She closed her eyes and tried to still her trembling flesh. The sooner Ida pierced her, the sooner this dangerous torture would end.
Ida took more careful aim and threw the dart. It pierced Vickie's tit two inches above her left nipple. A spasm shot through her boobs causing the globes to jiggle madly.
"Better aim this time," Ida congratulated herself. "Let's see if I can put a couple right into those knocker tips of yours." She let fly with a third dart. It pierced Vickie's delicate armpit.
Ida laughed and laughed. "Shit, what lousy aim, I missed the motherfucker again."
She threw four more darts into Vickie's soft tits before she scored on one of the nipples. Vickie's eyes rolled in their sockets when the inch-long barb plunged into her tender bud tip.
Ida retrieved the darts. Trickles of red juice ran from the small punctures in Vickie's body. Ida patted her sympathetically on her cheek.
"Don't worry about it, lamb. I'm getting my range with these little fuckers. Shouldn't take me many more throws before I get one into your other nipple." She shoved a dart all of the way into the nipple to demonstrate to Vickie how it would pierce her tit.
She began throwing darts again. Dart after dart punctured Vickie's tits, but the strike in her other nipple proved elusive. After throwing twenty-one more shots without scoring another bull's-eye, Ida was ready to quit in disgust. She stalked up to the pain-wracked, twitching body and impatiently yanked her last round's worth of darts out of Vickie's flesh.
"Damn," she cursed, "why the hell can't I put one into that damn nipple of yours." She stabbed two of her darts into both of Vickie's bleeding nipples. She slapped the blood streaked boobs from side to side. "Oh well, might as well call it a game at this point. I'm never going to get one dead center into the stupid motherfucker."
Instead of releasing Vickie from her bondage, however, Ida left her imprisoned against the wall.
"I'll send you some company to keep you from becoming too lonely," she promised.
The company promptly showed up: the boy studs, Barry and Ricky. Vicky was overjoyed to see the two of them. They were stark naked with enormous erections which they hand-jobbed for each other to keep their joints hard.
Ricky walked up to Vickie and without any preliminaries buried his cannon all of the way up her hot pit and began to vigorously fuck her. Barry grabbed one of her tits in both hands, and pulling it toward the side, chewed into it with his sharp teeth. He bit and gnawed the rich tasty girl meat. His partner gunned his tool back and forth into Vickie's juice-pouring quim, slamming away into her. Vickie felt the heat building and building. Her churning juices began flowing faster and more copiously; she shot into her climax. Ricky spurted his hot sticky seed into her spasming box. Vickie's cunt felt wonderfully and completely fucked.
Barry then took his turn at the girl. First he took a long time cleaning her cunt. He sucked away and lapped out the mass of sticky sperm and cunt juice that flowed out of her. Vickie thought that he made a great douche cleaner as he ate her out. Ricky took his turn at the tits, squeezing the tips together and working with his front teeth at both buds simultaneously, mashing them together with his hands. Vickie loved the way he worked on her.
Barry was ready to begin fucking Vickie. He pinched up several of the puncture marks in her tits before beginning, pinching and squeezing the small bits of flesh and causing blood to jet from the punctures. He jabbed his forefinger into her belly making her grunt with anguish.
Then he penetrated to the warm moist core. His thick and long prick with two prominent veins running along the top of it rammed into her already well-fucked hole. Her body trembled with pleasure and pain under his energetic onslaught.
Ricky accompanied his efforts by continuing his rough job on her tits. He poked his fingers into the soft piles of pearly beef, plunging his fingers deep up to the joints, and twisting handfuls of her boobs, crushing and mauling the bloody tits black and blue with his brutal handling.
When they had finished they left her hanging limp and spent, pinned to. the wall with a great mess of come and cunt juice running down her thighs.
Ida met them in the corridor and clasped their two greasy wet cocks in her hands. She shook and squeezed the two limpid instruments.
"I hope you two love children threw a real first-rate hump into that pretty blonde bitch. She really must be flying the skies of United now. Give your Aunt Ida a great big wet kiss, children."
She clasped their heads to her breasts. They sucked her long rubbery nipples into their mouths and chewed on the magnificent ebony flesh. She mashed their faces hard into her tits. They reached around her and grasped the huge swells of ass globes, sinking greedy hands into the piles of flesh, thrusting groping fingers into her spicy asshole.
Ida sat down on a chair and beckoned to Ricky.
"I've got one hell of a tail-warming for you baby."
Ricky mounted her lap. The touch of the rich velvety black skin under his belly sent goose pimples through him. The anticipation made his throat go dry, and his erection started to harden once again.
Ida could spank harder than most could whip. Her big, heavy hand rose and fell, almost engulfing one entire sphere with its cracking onslaught. The ass-half immediately showed a rose pink sheen left by her power.
Sylvia and Eva came in to see the delightful tableau. Ida was completely absorbed in her task. Her hand rose and fell with full force, without a trace of pity for her suffering victim. Ricky's ass took on a red angry color and he howled with pain. Barry stood by, playing with his cock, jerking himself hard again, enjoying the spanking that was dished out to Ricky, realizing that it was his turn next. Eva slapped him on the face.
"Bad boy," she chided him. "You shouldn't play with yourself, you'll grow up to have pimples."
Sylvia seized Barry's cock, pulling him into a close embrace.
"If you have to play with something, play with me," she purred into his ear.
Ida slapped her sharply across her rump. "His ass is mine," she muttered with a dash of petulance in her tone. "You've had your shots at him for days and days but I just got here and I am hungry for some hot, tasty boy meat."
"All right, big Ida. This is your little charade and you call the shots." Sylvia was amazed by the woman's power. Even a spank from her felt as if it had been delivered with a baseball bat.
Eva made Ricky's tail bounce up and down with the furious impact of her blows. His ass was so battered that his bladder was knocked into action and piss began to squirt over Ida's lap. Ida threw the boy off her lap.
"Son of a bitch," she cursed. She stood up shaking off the yellow liquid that puddled her lap and thighs.
Eva and Sylvia went hysterical with laughter. They huddled together squeezing each other's boobs and emitting uncontrolled squeals and chains of wild laughter.
"I don't think that it's so damn funny," Ida raged. "That dumbass little bastard got me all wet."
She slapped Barry across his face as the boy struggled to suppress his own laughter. She pulled his face between her tits and rubbed it into her skin.
"Come on, little beautiful boy child. I've got to take a shower now, and you can soap me up." She cracked him on his butt as he walked ahead of her, catapulting him through the doorway with the force of the blow.
"Don't think I'm forgetting about your spanking either, little love," she warned him. She gave poor Ricky a kick in the ribs as she passed him.
Ida got into the shower and Barry turned on the water. The stream cascaded over her magnificent flesh. She yanked Barry into the tub, grinding his face into the lush pubic patch between her thighs. She pressed the tip of his nose between the petal lips.
"Get the soap and wash me good," she commanded.
He hastened to obey the command. His hands massaged soap into the lush rubbery flesh. Ida picked up another bar and tortured the boy with it, washing out his mouth and eyes, forcing the tips of her soapy pinky fingers into his nostrils, shoving bits of soap up his asshole and washing the tip of his cock with the irritating soap. She continually whacked his ass, bracing his smaller body across the massive sculpture of one of her thighs and lambasting his ass until his teeth vibrated. She dug her nails into his shoulders and bore down, pressing him to his knees and leaving bleeding tears in his skin. Then she dug one hand into the nape of his neck and ripped four nail tracks all the way down his spine and over the sweep of his ass. He whimpered with pain. Ida soaped his head and his hair, ruining his hair styling, covering his head with thick applications of soap, getting it into his eyes, washing out the insides of his mouth with it. Then she rinsed his head off by holding the boy upside down and dipping his screaming head into the toilet bowl. She repeated this maneuver four or five times, reducing him to a howling mass of panic and suffering. For a finale she shoved the remainder of one of the soap bars all the way up his ass and followed it with the second.
Ricky, in the meantime, had been set to the task of cleaning up the mess on the floor. But as he was about to begin a better conception occurred to Eva. She dismissed the boy and summoned Virgil. She pointed to the pool of wetness.
"Lick it up, slave," she ordered him.
The command was instantly obeyed. Virgil knelt on the floor, his face expressing the desire to vomit, but without any perceptible degree of hesitation, he lowered his tongue to the liquid mess and started licking it up.
Sylvia clasped Eva's boobs, grinding the orbs the way Eva liked to have it done.
"You do have one hell of an evil mind," Sylvia complimented the fiendish brunette.
Eva rubbed her ass into Sylvia's hairy triangle. Sylvia lowered her hands to Eva's hairy triangle and parted the half concealed sex lips with her fingers. She ran her thumbs along the smooth and moist passage inside the petaled doorway. Eva began to purr. Her own hands reached back to clasp chunks of Sylvia's grinding white ass globes. They mashed flesh together. Sylvia continued to move her thumbs inside Eva's cunt. Eva spun around and the two women meshed mouths and rubbing pussies into one. Saliva was exchanged by rubbing, grazing, intertangling tongues. They clawed red streaks into each other's backs and ass spheres.
"Let's go play with Vickie," Sylvia purred.
The two went off, after seeing to it that Virgil completed his vile assignment. The look on his face was indescribable. At a signal of approval from them he went scurrying off to a bathroom, one hand over his mouth and the other clutching his guts.
Poor Virgil chose the bathroom that Ida was using. With a bellow expressing her awesome rage she lifted him up by shoulder and crotch and threw him out, bouncing him off a wall. The luckless man made his mess in a corner of the corridor and thus, instead of relief, faced the chore of cleaning up yet another mess.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A final grim test would admit Vickie to full membership in the Ball Breakers. She was anxious to be finished with the ordeal, for she would soon return to her job as a stewardess.
Eva, as her primary instructress inflicted the ordeal on her. There was a running track encircling the mansion. Eva led the naked blonde over the course.
"Pretty long, isn't it, Vickie. Nearly half a mile. Quite a run for a pony girl."
Vickie's eyes went wide with fright. Although she had never suffered this particular punishment herself at any time she knew what a pony girl torture session was all about.
Eva led her to the barn. There was a small rickshaw type harness and carriage arrangement. There were many leather harness devices to allow quite a selection of pony run positions. Eva took off the wall an enormous leather T-belt with two dildoes fastened to the inside of the crotch strap. She applied a thick coating of grease to the device.
Vickie whimpered abjectly. "Oh shit, you're not going to make me pull the carriage with one of those things on me are you?"
"Well, dummy, it sure as hell isn't for me to wear. Lean back against that corral, legs spread wide."
Vickie followed orders. Eva knelt down and plunged one of the greased dildos up the tight, resistant asshole passage. The other one was rammed into the wider and less troublesome cunt passage. Vickie began to weep. She cried even more when Eva tightened the waist band to the furthest notch.
Vickie was then forced to grasp the running bar of the rickshaw. Her wrists were locked into two cuff bands attached to it. A leather harness was draped over her shoulders and strapped under her tits. This was fastened to the bar.
Eva cracked the carriage whip over Vickie's tail. The girl jumped. Eva finished the job by placing a bridle over Vickie's head, a rubber bit between her teeth, and then stepped into the carriage and pulled the reins. Vickie trotted out of the barn, feeling the crack of the whip across her rump several times. She could feel the fires stirring in her as the dildos bounced and ground away inside of her.
Vickie ran the track, dust clouding about her, the harsh whip snapping on her bottom. The dildos moved inside her damp, moist insides and she started to orgasm on the run. Her breath came in short gasps and her muscles turned to rubber. She was quite a worn out mare by the time she returned to the starting point and was permitted to jog into the barn. She had galloped the course having an orgasm at full run.
Eva traced her fingers over the network of whip weals freshly planted on Vickie's bottom. The girl was a mass of sweaty flesh. Her hair was plastered to her damp skin. When released from her harness and bondage she collapsed in an exhausted heap.
Eva bent over and spread Vickie's legs wide. She tugged at the T-belt buckle until it came undone and then she yanked the two large dildos out of Vickie. They reeked of her cunt and ass, a delicious combination of scents and flavors. Eva licked the two shafts. The one that had been up the girl's snatch was literally dripping with her juices. Vickie was too exhausted to even realize what she had experienced. The immersion of the dildos within her left her with a long sustained afterburn, as if the dildos were still fucking away inside of her.
Eva left her resting on the floor of the stable. As she lay there almost unconscious Vickie thought back to an incident far in her past, when she had been seventeen. She had also been required to run on that occasion. She had been a high school tease, dominating the boys she dated with her desirability and unavailableness. She had allowed greedy mouths to feast on her boobs and hot hands to roam over her ass mounds and that had been her limit.
Until the time that the high school hoods had gang raped and tortured her in the park. They had torn the clothes off her and held her down on her back. Two held her legs spread wide, another pinned her arms, and the fourth rode away between her thighs. Dominic Rolard, who had wanted her so long and been rejected by her with contempt, led the attack and broke her cherry. He spent a long time ploughing around inside of her.
But they had not been content merely with raping her. They had rolled her around over the greasy turf, grinding her face into the dirt. They had forced her to chew grass and rubbed dirt into her hair. Dominic had dragged her by her feet through brambles and over tiny hurting pebbles. Her ass was soon a mass of stone bruises. And then they had forced her to run. They had run her over the park grounds, chasing her first one way and then another, whipping her ass with straps and branches.
Dominic had run a pace behind the screaming hysterical girl whooping and hollering, his belt slashing her bottom to bloody ribbons. He had tackled her and slammed her to the ground. He pinned her on her belly and chewed her soft bloody ass. He lifted her up by her hair and slammed her into a tree.
"You dirty, teasing, fucking bitch," he had raged at her, his foul breath sickening her, "you ain't gonna be such a stuck up piece of ass any more, are you?"
One of the others approached with a lighted cigarette.
"Hold the bitch steady, Dorn."
Dominic had grasped her arms from behind the trunk of the tree holding her against it, unable to escape. He had twisted her wrists until her arms screamed against the sockets of her shoulders. The other came up to her and puffed smoke into her face. Then he touched the butt very lightly to her nipple. Vickie screamed as the hot end flickered against her flesh. He puffed it hot once more and then touched it more firmly to her skin.
He left a small red mark on her soft breast. He touched both nipples with the cigarette. Vickie shrieked. He slapped her across her mouth to shut her up. But she could not still her next piercing scream when he ground the cigarette out between her breasts.
They had not quit then. They were fired-up by the lust for blood and felt no mercy for her. She had been forced to squat on her knees and suck their dirty dicks one after the other. Their tools stank of the raping they had inflicted upon her. Each of them thrust long and brutally into her mouth and half choked her, shoving their meat up her throat passage. They had all forced her to swallow their loads down to the last drop. Sometime during this ceremony she had begun to derive a strange overwhelming enjoyment from what they were doing to her. They had not missed this. Dominic had thrown her flat on her back again and mounted her.
"You like being treated this way, don't you, you rotten little freaky bitch," he had sneered at her. "Well, I've got a lot more for you, baby."
He had seized handfuls of the soft breast material and ground it to pulp. He pressed his fingers hard into the burn marks on her tits. He clawed furrows into her soft flesh. Vickie had screamed and begged him to stop but he had ignored her pleadings and when his hardness had returned to him he had taken her once again and the others had joined him in this third round of fucking. And Vickie had responded to that wild evil ride, her ravaged cunt overflowed with its own hot spurts of oil that had never been reaped from her before; and she had humbled her soul and thrust her hips up to meet their rough hammering assaults; and she had begged for more, to be raped, to suck cock, to be ass whipped, to be fucked up her asshole.
This had been the end of her former life at that high school. The word had been passed around about her. She was, henceforth, a piece, a gangbanger, a whore, a blow job artist, a piece of ass. She had blown chains of boys four or five times each into the small hours of the night. She was not asked, she was told what to do for them. Hoods whipped her ass bloody and used lighted cigarettes on her tits and ass to show what tough mothers they were. She was once hung up by her feet with candles wedged into her cunt and ass. In this position dangling upside down she had sucked dick for six hours. On other occasions the girl friends of some of the hoods would work her over for being such a shameless, obliging bitch who enjoyed being degraded and tortured. She had been sprinkled with itching powder in the locker rooms and forced to endure the unending agonies of classrooms in this condition. One of the girls who had applied the powder would spread the word to the guys and many volunteering hands would scratch away at her pussy, ass, and tits. She would cut out of school as quickly as she could and scurry home to relieve herself of the maddening powder.
All of that was long past and far behind her, and now as she lay on the floor of the stable with her thighs wide spread rubbing her sore tingling cunt lips and feeling the sensation of fullness still within the depths of her cunt and ass, she wondered if her life would have wound along a different path if she had not been raped and tortured that first time. Most probably it would all have turned out the same.
Eva welcomed her when she entered the front door, embracing her new full sister with wide open arms. She seized two chunks of Vickie's ass and ground her welted backside in strong hands. Vickie was now quite used to this manner of embracing that the Ball Breakers used among themselves and she grabbed two fistfuls of Eva's ample tail. She dug her sharp nails into the tender tissue, breaking the skin.
"Congratulations, stewardess. You have made it. You are now a full fledged member subject to all of the rules and beneficiary to all of the little pleasures and advantages which our organization sees fit to confer upon its members."
"Shit," Vickie exclaimed. "I thought I would never be finished with all of that. When can I apply the whip to somebody's ass. That's the thing I want to do most of all. I haven't had a taste of it yet."
"All right, doll. You will get your crack at a juicy and plump backside. Now, who did you have in mind?"
Vickie smiled at Eva and cracked her hand across both hind cheeks.
Eva squealed and jumped forward, rubbing her bottom.
"Uh uh, doll. Not my ass. I'm one of the girls. What you get your crack at is one of the juicy boys."
"Then I want to give my first lesson to Oliver. And after I'm finished with him I want to do a double with you on Virgil Sloan. One of us can ride his mouth while the other drains off his yo-yo. We can whip him raw while we're shooting off his rocks."
"I love the way you think, baby. All right, take your pleasure with Ollie. Why not throw in a bit of bondage while you're at it. To show my true feelings and regard for you, honey child, I shall render you all possible assistance."
Oliver was brought into one of the punishment chambers by Barry and Ricky. The two shameless bi-sexual boys played with his cock and balls, groping all over Oliver's exposed body. Oliver flushed with shame at the way they aroused him with the two nude, voluptuous women watching. Oliver found himself thrilled, despite this, to be so naked and vulnerable in front of the irresistible beauties. Eva had an arm over Vickie's shoulders and her hands toyed with the blonde's succulent breasts.
Eva issued a curt command. "Get your ass over the horse, Oliver."
Fargo sighed with resignation and hastened to obey. He mounted a sawhorse that occupied the center of the chamber. He straddled the object and his legs and arms dangled over the sides. He bent well forward and Eva buckled a wide thick strap around his chest locking him onto the instrument. His feet were tied together with ropes under the horse and his wrists were handcuffed together and the cuffs secured to the ropes binding his feet. He was now positioned properly to receive a severe ass whipping. His nervous bottom twitched as Vickie explored its contours. It was covered by a fine network of white marks, old scars from previous whippings�many, many whippings. His ass was a well worked piece of flesh that had been tempered and tested many times. There were fresher marks on his tail as well, including a barely healed series of welts inflicted upon him with a cat-o'nine tails.
Vickie nuzzled his ear. She handled his semi-erect cock and tickled his balls. She probed into his asshole with an exploratory finger and then gave him a few sharp slaps on his behind to put a bit of pink into his tail.
"I'm going to whip your ass, Oliver. You're my first whipping subject as a full-fledged member so it's really a grand honor and privilege that you're enjoying."
Oliver, of course, could not see it that way. His ass had already been well attended to. But Vickie was determined to have her sport. She selected a huge seven-inch vibrator for a start. Oliver's heart quailed when she showed the infernal device to him. He knew what she had in mind for him.
"Oh please, at least put some Vaseline on it. Don't shove it into me without Vaseline."
Vickie flicked her fingernail under his chin. "Okay sport, Vaseline it shall be."
The blonde covered the implement with a thick coating of Vaseline. Then she pried his buttock cheeks wide apart and pressed the tip of the dong into the small puckered mouth. As she shoved it in she switched it on and it started doing its thing inside him. She shoved it in all the way.
After this, she was ready to start whipping him. She selected a tawse and cracked the leather whip over his ass. It left gratifying red bloody streak marks on the target. Her hand swept the leather repeatedly over his ass, etching a fine pattern of welts all along the span of his globes. She cracked leather over his back as well. His screams were music to her ears, she invoked the full range of sounds of agony from him. She whipped spots repeatedly until they were raw patches, a trick she had picked up from Eva and Sylvia.
Eva entered the chamber dragging Barry along on a leash. The young boy had his manhood stuffed within the restraint of a male chastity belt. It was a steel and iron device which imprisoned his long tool within a metal facsimile of the rod. It opened only with a key which dangled between Eva's tits, which were stuffed into leather and silver breastcups. Barry's ass had been turned into a pin cushion by Ida and Sylvia; his ass leaked lines of blood from some forty punctures. His nipples had been pierced through with safety pins. The total effect he presented was one of an amassment of small hurts to form one intolerable flood of anguish.
Vickie whipped away at the behind she was lacerating. She slashed three cuts across the left half close together, then three across the right half. Then she sliced him with half a dozen fast ones spanning both bleeding slabs. After that, it was a few on his back, and then vertical slicings across her horizontal markings.
"Not bad for a beginning," Eva complimented, "but rather mundane. I would have thought you would have shown a bit more imagination for the first time, something more fanciful."
Vickie flushed with disappointment. "I'll do much better next time. I can come up with all sorts of wild notions. In the meantime, what about that face sitting game with Virgil? I want to ride that motherfucker's mouth. Can you feel his moustache tickling you when you sit on his mouth?"
"Not with a fleece patch as thick as yours doll. But come on, lets get to him. After that we can have some fun with three fresh pieces. Aaron, George, and Frank will arrive tomorrow. You'll enjoy working on them. Aaron is a tall motherfucker with a beard, George is a fat little creep with a big ass, and Frank throws a shit fit every time you jab a lighted cigarette into his ass. Ruthie Harris might be along too. That bitch is perfect for bondage. You'll have her hanging up by her hair while you whip her tits off."
Vickie was thrilled by the prospect of flesh blood on the morrow. But right then she had Virgil and Oliver to contend with, and they were sufficient for the present. She sent a last series of whiplashes crashing into Oliver's twitching flesh. His ass splashed drops of crimson through the air.
Fargo was left that way to suffer through the long hours until someone would come to free him. The two beauties went hunting for Virgil Sloan. He was not hard to find, spread eagle in an X with spikes pressed to his quaking hide. His mouth went ash dry in reaction to the enthusiasm of the two demonesses. They obviously had something quite rough in store for him.
They strapped him down across a bench. Their heavy soft white bodies bounced up and down on him. Vickie parked her ass on his mouth and Eva clutched his tool inside her honey pot. They had small whips which they used on him to force him to accede to their desires. Vickie sipped champagne from a large goblet as she bounced her tail about on his face. She parted her pert buttocks and slid his nose deep into her crease, the tip sliding between the lips of her cunt. Then she shifted and took the tip of his nose into her asshole. It was difficult to force any part of his nose into the tightly gated aperture and she vented her frustration by whipping angrily at his belly.
Eva laughed derisively at her efforts.
"Brown nosing might sound good baby, but from experience I can tell you that the nose is one part of the anatomy that you just cannot fuck around with." She laughed heartily at her own pun.
Vickie settled back with her slit over Virgil's mouth. Squirming around on his face, grinding her skin in close, she could feel the small hairs of his moustache against her pussy lip tissue. His knowledgeable and experienced tongue commenced its slow measured work inside her. She took a long drink at her champagne and flicked the whip over his arm.
Eva twisted right and left, holding the semi-rigid cock inside her box, clamping it with powerful knots of vaginal muscles, doing the twist on it. She also worked him over with a whip, slashing his chest and belly. She pinched up several short strands of belly hair and pulled at them. They were stubborn and hard to grasp, they slid through her fingers. She pulled again, tearing some loose. He grunted from under the ass wallowing on his face. Eva whipped across his nipple, cutting a fresh gash into his chest. Vickie giggled and struck her whip over the cut. They lazily flicked whip lashes over his trapped body. Eva pulled at his cock without really very much urgency. She let it go a bit limp, retreat to the entrance of her gate, then she bucked down and grasped its full length up her sheath once more. She rose into a squat and began to work on him in earnest.
Vickie also stepped up her tempo. As the two luscious creatures fucked the man with mounting fury their cruel whips were brought more into play. Eva hammered the chest area until it was a mass of cuttings. Vickie slapped her crop into the same target. She also applied stinging smacks to his shoulders and arms while Eva slashed away behind her back inflicting wounds on his legs. Sloan's body built up its load rapidly under this treatment.
"He's starting to come," Eva screamed. "I can feel him starting to come. She clamped full force on his prick and tore the shots out of his spurting cannon. Vickie slammed away at his belly clawing his chest with her other hand. Her own quim was hot and her juices flowed freely encouraged by the talented tongue. It slapped around inside the lips of her sex, smacking and massaging her clitoris. She filled the mouth with her fluids and squashed his face into her ass. She pressed her full weight down on his face as she reached her climax, reaching for another glass of refreshing champagne.
Eva flopped over onto her back, satiated for the moment. She almost said no when Vickie suggested that they change places.
CHAPTER NINE
Aaron Lamster hung from his thumbs and big toes. He had arrived, as ordered, to receive his quota of pain. The blonde haired girl, Vickie, her green eyes fired up with the love of pain-power, slashed the cane into his exposed bottom.
George Flanagan had been fastened to the X Cross. His back was the target of the bullwhip wielded by titanic, black Ida. Her strength tore his flesh to shreds. She slashed crack after crack into his body. His ass leaked a steady flow of crimson from two-dozen great tears in his fat hide. His body shook all over like an oversized pot of Jell-0 when the lash made contact with him.
Frank Gibralto had a special punishment in store for him under the hands of Eva and Sylvia. He had been loose-mouthed with the secrets of the Ball Breakers. The two furies worked on him with hot irons. Eva selected a red hot branding iron from the fire. The diamond head glowed white with heat. She touched it to his chest an inch above his left nipple. She did not press it with any great expenditure of force but nevertheless his flesh sizzled and blackened around the contact point of the white glowing metal. He screamed loudly despite the gag supposedly muffling his scream. He wrenched and strained against his bonds, sinking the sharp spikes he was positioned against deeply into his flesh, piercing the contorted muscular span of his back, ripping into his whip-streaked ass globes. His flesh ran with water and the animal smells of fear oozed from his armpits and groin. His face trembled and he had tics working at the corners of his eyes.
Eva ran the iron casually over his broad chest leaving a black track behind her. He would carry these marks for many months; and the X that they planned to brand into his ass he would carry around on his skin permanently. It would make an excellent conversation piece if anyone ever caught sight of it.
Sylvia selected an iron out of the fire. Her face was dark and twisted with venom. Her sweaty face shone in the sinister light cast by the dancing flames and hot coals in the brazier. She brandished the hot iron. Frank tried to hold as still as possible, pressing into the spikes would only increase his suffering. There was no way he could move to escape the irons. Sylvia brought it close to his body, so close that the heat touched him. The round, red hot tip was within a fraction of an inch of his flesh. Sylvia thrust it home. A black spot grew upon his chest above his right nipple; steam rose, the abominable scent or burning human flesh filled the air. Saliva ran from the corners of his mouth. His veins knotted on the surface of his skin. He passed out going into a deep coma.
"He's out of it for a while," Sylvia sneered. She felt contempt for the sniveling craven bastard who couldn't keep his stupid mouth shut and then lacked the balls to take his medicine.
Vickie paid no attention to the branded man; she was fully occupied with her own pigeon. She had strung him up by his thumbs and big toes in a neat package, knees strapped up to his chest. His ass was totally exposed to her punishment. She decided to work a variation on the routine. She selected a long, thin dildo and suspended it from the ceiling on a long cord next to his ass. Then she began to swing him on his bonds. He moved like a pendulum, back and forth, his thumbs and big toes blood-smeared, screaming bloody murder. As he swung Vickie began to jab at him with the dildo. She rammed it a couple of inches into his bottom exit with a strong effort, then yanked it out and started him swinging again.
"A damn good idea, Sylvia said. "But you can't do that all alone. Eva and I will swing him and you work the dildo into his asshole. Get up on a table so you can have good balance when you do it to him."
Eva and Sylvia grabbed Aaron by his shoulders and drew him back and pressed the package of his trapped body overhead until he nearly touched the ceiling. Vickie mounted a table and grasped the dildo in both hands. She lined him up carefully.
"All right ladies," she shouted." Come straight ahead."
Two pairs of hands clamped hard on Aaron's ass and lunged it straight forward. Vickie held the cock tight with all of her might and gunned the rubber dildo up his ass. Seven inches of hard rubber caromed into his puckered asshole like a hot blade through butter. His body literally vibrated. He screamed and quivered and it took all of their efforts to hold him in place.
"Lets do it again."
Eva and Sylvia pulled Aaron back. Vickie yanked the dong out of his butt. It wooshed out of his tail covered with a thin crimson finish. He wailed like a lost soul. He was rammed forward once more, guided by the four ruthless hands. Vickie shoved the rubber tool up his asshole once more. Then he was backed off. And rammed into it again. Back and forth. Back and forth. There was blood on the rubber dong, and his asshole felt flayed inside out.
"That is one hell of a wild game, isn't it Georgie boy?," Ida commented to her own prey. She didn't wait to receive an answer from him but applied the whip to his flesh once again.
The long black bullwhip reared and twisted about in the air. It flourished up high and then rode over Ida's shoulder and made a massive cutting cracking sweep over the breadth of George's lacerated ass. Another crack was ripped into his ass. His flesh resembled a broken mask with the real face revealed through the cracks, but it was his body that was ripped, and it was blood that oozed through the jagged tears.
Ida continued to flog her victim. She wanted to cut a few more dozen into him. He would be a ruin for several days, but the cruel beauty didn't give a shit. There was a lot of other meat in the storeroom for her to play with. George was a fat butterball, anyway, not good for much of anything except being forced to scream. He had strong lungs, you had to say that for him. A real loud screamer.
Ida looped the whip around his chest cutting into his soft puffy breast rolls. She sliced him over both nipples and the flesh tore as easily as a pear. She flogged some more at his chest. The skin ruptured and broke without very much effort on her part, he had very soft skin, little exercise and not much sun and a lot of fat making him an ideal whipping dummy.
Vickie dipped the cock into a bucket of water. A red stain spread through the bucket. Aaron just hung in his bondage making sickening whimpering noises. Vickie mopped the sweat streaking her face. Torture was tiring business, she was all worn out from the nervous strain of it. She wanted some fun now. None of these three had the appearance of possessing one good fuck between them. Aaron was a quivering mass of shocked flesh, George was still being torn up by Ida, and Frank was an unconscious mess.
Eva shoved a couple of fingers up Vickie's cunt. "I know what you want," she implied knowingly.
"What do I want then, baby?"
"Something long and stiff up your cunt."
"Listen," Sylvia said," we can all get a good fuck later. Right now we still have Ruthie waiting for us. We can get our rocks off better working her over. Later on we can get ourselves some cock."
Ruthie was a pert, green eyed blonde with short pageboy cut and locks falling across her wide innocent eyes. Her tits were two round melons and her ass was one of those low-slung, fully-packed pieces of meat just built right for punishment.
Sylvia started off her punishment. The three girls spread her across a doorway, arms and legs tied to strap boltings set into the door panel. Sylvia forced a large rubber ball under the lips of her cunt. She pried the lips apart and slipped the ball into her. It was wider than a cock or a dildo and it took a considerable effort to wedge it into her. It was obviously a source of considerable suffering to Ruthie the way it split her cunt lips apart and distended the mouth of her pussy. Another ball was wedged by Eva into Ruthie's anal tunnel. Ruthie struggled to eject it but Eva held it in. A wide, thick strap was fastened between her thighs, attached to another strap which was knotted around her waist, painfully tight. Her belly tugged in several inches over the tight fit of the strap. Now the two balls were fixed within her until she would be released from bondage. The punishment proceeded.
Eva thrust hooks through Ruthie's large nipples. Small trickles of blood oozed from the punctures. Eva hung weights upon the strands of wire dangling from the hooks. Ruthie went pale from this application of torture to her tits. But it was only the beginning.
Sylvia thrust long needles through the girl's breasts. She took her time breaking through the resistant skin and then slowly gouged them into her inch by inch. She twisted the sharp prongs into the soft flesh, turning and twisting jagged paths through the tissues. Ruthie screamed into the ball gag that had been thrust by Vickie into her mouth. As Sylvia worked Eva began to scourge the buttocks.
Eva slapped across the hemispheres with a riding crop. She did not strike overly hard but her effort was consistent and continuous. The lash cut an ever growing pattern over the sweep of the two fruity globes.
Vickie could no longer restrain her eagerness. She bent over and grasped the silken thighs. Ruthie's cunt lips were a set of compressed and spread wide-membranes, thinned out by the wide ball wedged into the cunt. The lips peeped out at her from the edges of the strap covering them. Vickie lapped her tongue over the pressured lips. She nuzzled the upper sweep of pubic hair also peeking out, and tore patches of hair loose between her teeth. She raked the soft skin with her claws. Her teeth clamped on satiny belly flesh. She gnawed at the girl.
Sylvia continued to work with her needles as Eva lacerated the ass. Sylvia pulled out one nipple, elongating the boob. This allowed her to thrust up into the bottom of the tit with one sharp stabbing shot that drove the long needle home. A few drops of blood dripped on Vickie's golden hair.
"Get away from her belly," Sylvia cautioned her, "she's dripping blood in your hair."
Vickie slipped between the girl's widely parted legs and sucked at Eva's leather covered hot box.
"Want some hot lunch from me baby."
Vickie greedily appraised the whipped ass that Eva continued to flagellate. The buttocks were a crimson set of spheres torn up and covered with oozing scarlet weals. There was little left on her ass to whip.
"I want to eat some of that," Vickie asserted.
"Bend over then baby. I'll give your little tail a taste of this crop while you feast on hot roast rump."
Vickie pulled down her black leather hot pants and slipped out of them. Of course she was bare underneath. She reached out for the hot, tortured cheeks, wiggling and jiggling her own butt for Eva to enjoy. Eva started to whip Vickie's ass globes right and left with wild joyous abandon. Vickie clamped her teeth into the center of the most lacerated area on Ruthie's butt and gnawed the hot meat. She started to sweep the wounds clean with her tongue, lapping up the warm sticky patches and streaks of blood. Ruthie began to heat up in her box from the effects of having her wounds licked out. Vickie became a mass of warm churning juices herself as she worked away cleaning off the bloody ass while her own backside was subjected to the tender loving fury of Eva. Eva's long black mane of hair flailed and whipped through the air as she reared back before letting fly with her passionate shots.
Sylvia worked faster on the tits. Her eyes clouded over with desire, Ruthie could see the way the redhead's mammoth knockers moved. The nipples turned upward and pointed out like fingers.
Barry and Ricky had, in the meantime, joined Ida in the torture chamber where the three men had received their terrible doses of punishment. Ida still worked over Georgie in a desultory way, striking an occasional lash into his quivering hide. He leaked blood from so many rips already that he scarcely seemed aware of any further increments of pain.
Ricky looked up Aaron's asshole. He flopped the man's flaccid prick back and forth and prodded his balls. He jabbed a finger up Aaron's asshole and drew it out smeared with blood.
"Son of a bitch, they did one real first rate job on this mother."
Barry stood before the groaning, branded Frank. He shoved his ass into Frank's groin and rubbed his tail over the man.
"This one is in even worse shape. Look at these brand marks on him." Barry pinched up one of the black spots seared into Frank's flesh. Frank screamed in unbearable agony.
"That put a little life back into him." Ida cracked her bullwhip over Ricky's ass.
"Leave my toys alone, you little brats. Go find some other people to play with."
"Shit, Mistress Ida," Ricky complained," you can't play with all three of them. Let us have one, any one at all."
"Don't bet your asses I can't handle all three of these mothers. I can handle any kind of action with any three men going."
"Shit, can you handle all the action we can throw out?" Barry flashed her a quizzical look.
Ida returned his gaze coolly. "All right you hot ass little studs. Lets have us a first rate fuck out. And when I finish fucking the two of you flat on your backs I'm going to peel some of the arrogant smart ass skin off of your little white hides."
Ida shoved the butt of her whip up howling Georgie's asshole. "Hold that for me for safe keeping where it won't get lost." She seized Barry by his balls with one hand and his hair with the other and threw him on his back. She jumped on him, locked her legs around his waist and rolled him over on top of her.
"All right, little man. Now show me some of this first rate fucking you think you're so mother fucking good at."
CHAPTER TEN
The transients left, dragging away their battered bodies. Frank carried the mark of the X burned into his tail. He had been reduced to the rank of lowest order slavery.
It was getting close to the time for Vickie to take her leave as well. She had her work to return to, very soon; her vacation was close to ending. Her days became an endless continuing nonstop orgy. She was almost always with one or two of the young boys. She could not decide whether she preferred Ricky or Barry. They were approximately equal in their competence. She loved whipping their bodies, whipping their soft bottoms raw. She preferred using a rubber hose on wet flesh, putting them under a shower and then flailing them with the hose, the wetness making it sting more.
Of course, this method of inflicting punishment left no blood upon their bodies to be lapped up. It was so pleasant to lap up running blood from freshly inflicted wounds. It was becoming her trademark in the Ball Breakers. The others were somewhat impressed by this fetish of hers. Sylvia considered it her most loveable quality.
Eva really enjoyed the sweet delight of going down on Vickie. She would slip the front slit rope and leather bondage outfit onto the blonde that left only her front slit exposed through the leather pants. She would suck and lick away at the juicy slit while the girl enjoyed the efforts of one of the boys at her tits. Ricky was perhaps the better tit nibbler of the two studs. He would tongue wash the entire surface of the tit, his teeth all the time trapping and gnawing little tender nips of the white meat. His hands would squeeze the mold the other tit. He swept his tongue all over both boobs, mashing them together, biting into the soft delights until he drew blood which he greedily sucking out of her, his freckle-face innocence making him appear to be a cherub instead of a whacked-out freak.
Vickie would roll over and over with Eva on the floor, the two wrapped into a tight package of interlocked arms and legs, mouth and cunt, caught up in the throes of sixty-nine. They would go so wild that the hairs would be gnawed loose from the lips of their cunts. Vickie would catch Eva's prominent clitoris between her front teeth and hold it, then run her teeth over the puffy lips, biting into them. Her tongue and fingers would move inside of Eva in response to Eva's oral exploration of Vickie's flesh. They clawed each other to bits all of the time, like two great cats, ripping furrows along smooth backs and into curvaceous rears.
Vickie would cast her mind back to the first man she had ever dominated, as they lay side by side after such sessions smoking pot.
They had met on board a flight. He was some sort of big-wheeler; a big dealer with plenty of bread and little of anything else. Vickie took an immediate dislike to him when he wanted to date her up after they had landed in Los Angeles.
The creep couldn't take no for an answer. He was persistent. He was so persistent that Vickie figured him for some sort of masochist; and a little further conversation gratified her that she was correct. Once drawn out, he was quite eloquent on the subject of the natural superiority of the female and her need to dominate the male. Well, if that was what he was interested in, it was all right with Vickie.
She took him up to her apartment. She stripped down to her flight hat and high heeled shoes. The creep ate it up.
"Kneel Victor, on your knees, you little stupid creep."
Vickie stepped on his neck, grinding his face into the floor. He made no move to resist, he allowed her to do as she pleased. She pressed down harder, twisting the spike heel into the nape of his neck. His skin broke. He didn't resist, Vickie ordered him to crawl. He obliged her. For the first time Vickie knew the total wild excitement of having a man completely captivated and at her mercy. She made him run to her beck and call.
Vickie ordered Victor to strip. He obeyed as fast as he could. His body was not much, and a bit of excess flab hung over his belt; his cannon was nothing exceptional.
Vickie sat on a chair and ordered him to kneel and kiss her on the cunt. She slipped one thigh over his shoulder. He pressed his lips to the slit and rained devotion upon it. Vickie felt her tingle starting to build. She dug her nails into his shoulder and raked her hand down to his elbow. Livid red weals stood out on his skin. He offered no protest to this action.
Vickie decided to go farther. She ordered Victor to fetch his strap, and as he scurried away flushed with joyous excitement she got one good kick in on his scummy ass.
Victor fetched the strap, offering it to Vickie clenched between his teeth as she commanded. Vickie tilted her flight hat back at a rakish angle and teased her victim by rubbing her hand over her own lush expanse of bush. His mouth watered with hunger for her, but she had no intention of satisfying any desires other than her own.
She doubled the strap in her hand and flexed it. He trembled all over as she tested the strap, cracking it through the air. Then, without any preparatory ceremony or orders to him, she began to use it. The strap lashed over his shoulder. A streak of fire blazed into his back. She smashed him over the other shoulder, the strap cutting across his backbone. He rolled over on his belly with his arms covering his head, ass high in the air. Vickie whipped the strap into his ass as hard as she could. She repeated this over and over, drawing blood and her pleasure just beginning at that point.
He bawled like a pathetic little baby, blubbering and sniveling but making no attempt to avoid the strap's sting. Vickie vaulted off her chair and threw herself on her pigeon, flailing away at his reddening flesh. He crawled along the floor and Vickie straddled him, whipping his ass while he writhed like a worm. His ass took on the appearance of raw hamburger. Vickie began to tire of that method and used other means to punish him.
She slipped a length of rope through his mouth and mounted his back. "Giddap, you stupid son of a bitch, let's go for a gallop."
The steed went prancing around the living room with his exquisite rider pulling sharply on his reins to steer him and applying the strap smartly to his throbbing bottom. He was a poor excuse for a sexy male but not half bad as a horse.
Vickie rode her steed into the bathroom and vaulted onto the toilet seat from her mount's back. She cocked her legs over his shoulders and drew his face in against her bush. He mouthed and sucked the tangy ripe fruit. Vickie got up and shoved his face over the toilet seat. Into the cold water she plunged his head and held it in. He blubbered and gasped and then threshed in panic breaking free. But Vickie was in charge of him at that point and was confident of her hold over him. She smashed her hands back and forth, stunning his cheeks with violent blows.
"How dare you resist me, you son of a bitch. I demand the obedience you agreed to."
She pulled the asshole to his feet and kneed him in the groin. When he doubled up she clamped his head between her thighs and then sat down on the toilet seat again. He leaned well forward to avoid resisting her hold, his head dipped into the wet. Vickie flushed the toilet and thrilled to the threshing of his head in the churning water and the splashing of it on her ass.
She continued to work on him. She washed his mouth out with soap. She filled his eyes with stinging suds and then used swab sticks to rub suds up the insides of his nostrils. He sneezed and gasped and his eyes streamed water. Vickie tied his hands over head to the shower rod and then set to work on him with her razor. It was not built for a large job. It was a small razor for the delicate fuzz on a girl's legs, but it sufficed for her purpose. She swept it in swaths over his skin, without soap or water, scraping his body hair off. His skin became a red raw mess of nicks and abrasions. She shaved his legs bare and also his hairy chest. Even his paunchy gut was clipped clean of its tangle of hair.
He shrieked as if he were a mother in labor when Vickie rubbed the alcohol into his tender skin. But Vickie was past all concern for his hide. She wanted only to conceive and execute more intricate and elaborate and ingenious techniques for hurting him, and he, the sufferer, was her accomplice in his own agony.
Vickie had sat upon his face while watching television. At times she would reach out and treat herself to a chocolate or a refill from her martini pitcher. Her weight was shifted occasionally but never removed from his grimy face. And she used the strap on him as well, flicking it occasionally over his belly�brief harsh flurries that reminded him of her control over his person.
Vickie piled the floor with items that were hard and irregular�irons, kitchen utensils, shoes. She spread a sheet over this and tied Victor down for the night upon this bed of pain. She lit a cigarette and touched it to his belly. His scream was muffled by the pair of soiled panties she had stuffed into his mouth. His flesh squirmed from the objects biting into his body. Vickie touched the cigarette to his nipples, his shoulders, his belly button. She rolled him over on his belly and burned the soft and vulnerable rolls of his amply padded fat ass. She burned the ends of the marks she had engraved on his hairy butt. Then she simply sat down on the floor quite near him, with her legs spread wide apart, her cunt lips gaping open, a desk lamp set up on the floor to spotlight her revealed bodily treasures; and all through the long night she remained thus, smoking pot and playing with herself, leisurely reaming herself out with her favorite dildo.
Smoking pot beside Eva on the luxurious sofa brought these happy memories back to Vickie. She hoped that there would be many more such exquisite occasions.
Ricky came over to join the peaceful little scene and Vickie gave him a few drags from her joint. She handled his floppy, flaccid wang as he smoked the joint she gave him. His tool began to rise and a little throb ran through its core.
"Cannon getting ready to shoot, Ricky baby?"
Sylvia entered the room riding on Oliver's back. His back was a bleeding mass of welts from her cat o'nine tails and he collapsed in a weary heap at the foot of the sofa. Sylvia daintily rose from her fallen stallion. She nudged him in the ribs with a sharp pointed boot toe. He didn't react. He lay in a sweaty embryonic curl emitting choked gasps for air. He was played-out for the moment.
Sylvia turned her ass to Eva. Her thighs and bottom were smeared with his blood.
"Want a taste of his type 0, Eva pussycat?"
"Not my bag," Eva replied. "Give it to Vickie. She's the vampire in this outfit."
Sylvia offered her blood coated skin to Vickie, who eagerly lapped it clean. She licked every spot off, tasting the rich saltiness of blood upon the smooth vanilla of Sylvia's skin. Sylvia shoved her bottom hard into Vickie's face to get the last dregs cleaned and eaten off her. As the blood streaks vanished, Vickie began to bite into the meat of the redhead, deep crunching bites into her soft textured flesh.
Eva joined her in this endeavor. Each girl took hold of a buttock and clamped into it with sharp incisors. Sylvia moved her butt back and wiggled her tail in glee. Vickie and Eva began to sink long sustained bite marks into the flawless buttock halves. Sharp teeth sank through the skin and the flesh, drawing blood. Vickie drank mouthfuls of the rich fluid from Sylvia's ass. They positioned Sylvia on the sofa. Eva sucked her cunt while Vickie switched from ass biting to asshole licking. Sylvia purred with contentment at this arrangement.
Barry and Virgil were positioned in one of the peeking booths watching the wild display through one of the myriad two-way mirrors that filled the house. They had fingers up each other as they jerked off one another's hot and rigid pricks.
"Holy shit, look at them all go, what a fucking sight!" said Barry.
Ricky joined in the orgy on the couch again. He buried his face between Eva's thighs and rimmed her, his tongue sweeping from asshole to cunt and into both magnificent places. Vickie grabbed his cock with one hand and beat his ass with a paddle with her other hand. The four of them swept free hands over every bit of flesh within reach and pinched and gouged at the soft, tender places. Eva clawed Sylvia's knockers. Sylvia retaliated by banging the brunette's well-hung melons together with cruel force.
Barry tied Virgil Sloan's hands behind his back and threw the man down. He straddled him and drew his feet up to the small of his back. Sloan's ankles were tied off to his wrists, binding him into a small tight package. The black haired boy wet to work on Sloan with a cat o' nine tails. He slashed Sloan on his belly and chest, and then over his vulnerable genitals. The agonized man reared and kicked and tried to throw off the boy sitting on his face and pounding away at him. He choked on the sweaty ass flesh masking his face, cutting off his air. Barry whipped wire lines of pain into his victim while watching the orgy proceeding in the adjoining chamber �the wild antics of the four interlocked bodies forming a crazy, many-backed beast.
Vickie pulled away from the others and walked over to Oliver. The exhausted slave struggled to his feet to serve her properly. Vickie forced him to kneel down again so that she could mount his shoulders. She rode around the room on his shoulders, he with barely the strength remaining to stagger the circuit under her weight. She lashed his ass mercilessly to goad him on.
Eva and Sylvia mounted Ricky's mouth and cock. They meshed mouths in a hot wet kiss and groped each others' tits. The boy valiantly performed his service for each of them, cock fucking away and tongue lapping their inner cunt tissue.
Vickie dismounted from her steed and knocked him over on his ass.
"I'm leaving here tomorrow morning. According to the rules around here, since I'm through with initiation ceremonies and I'm in for keeps I'm entitled to run things my way for one night. Isn't that right? "
"Yeah," Sylvia answered as she wiggled her tail on Barry's wet mouth,"
"that's right. You can give the orders to everyone here for one night."
"All right, then here I go. I want everybody in here lined up in front of me in five minutes. Somebody get Barry, Virgil and Inga." Vickie regretted that Ida was no longer with them, it would have been enjoyable putting that badass broad through some paces.
In a few minutes the population of the mansion was in line facing their queen for a day. Vickie inspected her obedient slaves. Oliver and Virgil were masses of still fresh and bloody welts from neck to toes. This suited her. She would add to the accumulation of markings on their flesh.
Barry and Ricky were less chopped up than the older males; and, of course, the three beautiful women were relatively clear of scarrings except for the love bites and clawings they had inflicted on one another in excesses of heat.
"All right ladies and gentlemen. Eva, Sylvia, and Inga will strip off and mouth the cocks of Barry, Ricky, and Virgil."
The cook went white with shock.
"Are you going to have us punished by the men. I protest, this kind of treatment isn't the way we've done things around here. I don't receive discipline from slaves."
"This is her show," Sylvia growled, "and she can run it her own way. Might be groovy for a change to take some pounding on that fat ass of yours."
Three shapely female derrieres were soon over the eager laps of three happy and enthusiastic males.
"Spank the living shit out of them!" screamed Vickie.
Hands rose and fell, the air was filled with the cracking of hard hands over soft rumps and the stifled moans of the lovely victims.
Oliver glowered in disappointment, his hands being the only empty ones. Vickie chucked him under his chin.
"Tough shit, baby. Looks as if you don't have a piece of ass for yourself. Get down on your hands and knees and pay homage to my feet."
The slave followed her bidding. He sucked her toes into his mouth one by one and licked between them with his tongue, evoking a pleasant tickling sensation in Vickie's feet.
The three other males whacked away at their victims. Barry battered Eva's large, fleshy padding of ass meat until it glowed red with heat. The flesh jiggled under the thunking impact of his continuously flailing hands. Her body began to respond to the heat pounded into it with a heat of its own, and Barry detected a spread of wetness leaking onto his lap as Eva bounced and fidgeted about, rubbing her pussy over his groin. He spanked harder and harder in response to her craving for it, glad to be handing out punishment to the haughty woman who dominated him� punishment she was more than eager to receive.
Sylvia also responded strongly to the prolonged ass whacking that Ricky dealt to her. He slammed twenty shots into one soft ass half and then administered an equal amount to the other side and started in again. The red-headed cruel beauty found herself pleasantly warmed and experiencing a growing tingle. The shocks of pain battered through the mass of her tail started her motor racing and she began to do her own cunt dance across the luscious blond boy's lap. Ricky was gratified by this and increased his efforts. He forced tears to flow from Sylvia's eyes.
The cock was less eager to receive chastisement from Virgil Sloan. He was not the juicy young hunk that the other two were, for a start. His status was far lower than theirs and it was a dishonor to be spanked by him. He knew her feelings, and knowing that she would have her vengeance on him with a large dividend into the bargain, he was more than anxious on this one occasion to sock it to her. He slammed her ass with both hands and made the flesh bounce and shake and turn a vivid red shade from the energy of his efforts. He soon had Inga freely crying and cursing him with a continuous outpour of profanity.
"Enough of that," Vickie chided her. "I don't want to have to gag you."
The spanking went on past the orgasms and climaxes Barry and Ricky had invoked. The pain in soft white tails rose to the level of the intolerable.
"Okay, cut it. Now, change places. Let's see what the ladies can hand out. They can use straps."
The three disappointed males realized that it had been meant that they would receive more than they dealt out. Their asses were soon on the chopping block, thrashing in acute agony as the three voluptuous dominatresses blasted their asses to a bloody shambles. All three butts had already been handed a large dose of punishment. The renewed onslaught quickly rendered them to mincemeat.
It was worst for Virgil, whose tail was already badly butchered and whose antagonist was more eager than the other two to bust up her prey. Inga slashed his welts open and inflicted a new crop of bloody tears in his butt. His ass was slashed and mauled until the blood ran down his legs and a pool formed under him. Inga kept on slamming away without any regard for the bleeding mess she had made of him.
Barry and Ricky also bled under the excessive zeal of the two ass breakers they were at the mercy of. Vickie went wild eyed with excitement as she watched the three tails turned bloody by the three voluptuous bitches who flailed away madly with tits jiggling and hair whipping free and their own bottoms twitching from the heat that had been pounded into them.
"All right, that's enough of that. Everyone form a daisy chain on the floor and let's see some fancy sucking. Girls will be ass up and boys will be balls up." Vickie booted Oliver away. "You can join in on this one dummy."
The chain was an uneven mating of seven persons. It was solved in a not entirely satisfactory way when Oliver positioned himself between Barry and Eva. He grimaced with disappointment, sucking the boy's cock and licking his balls. But at least he had Eva chewing away on his own cock, which was some consolation.
The seven bodies formed a circle of sex on the floor. Vickie walked around on them, stepping into soft bellies, treading on raw reddened asses. She whipped the human flesh she trod upon, slashing deep welts into chests and bellies, soft feminine backs and quivering bottoms. She whipped Sylvia's ass until she slashed a map of red lines into it.
She stepped down on Oliver's gut so hard he choked on the cock he sucked and almost amputated it with his teeth. She turned the chain into a howling screaming circle of bleeding lacerated bodies, and, as she walked that interjoining of pleasure and pain whipping and stomping chests and bellies, asses and backs, she regretted that she would have to leave upon the morrow. But it was a certainty that she would return as soon as possible to once more partake of the pleasures that only the club could provide her with.
