The boy was frightened, there was no doubt concerning that. His blue eyes darted about with the staring avid gaze of a trapped animal. He showed the fear gnawing at him every time his gaze fixed unwillingly upon the collection of torture implements adorning the otherwise stark and bare walls of the dungeon. He whimpered and his Adam's apple bobbed upon his sweat coated throat.
Wanda brushed her hand over his soft tanned face, sweeping the moisture up. She tasted her palm, sampling the flavor of his sweat. She laughed a theatrical menacing laugh, an evil bubbling menace of sound that she had often rehearsed upon her victims. She could make them spill their shit with that laugh.
"What's the matter, Davey," she taunted. "Don't you find your new surroundings groovy and exciting? You continually complained of the boredom of your life. You were bored with the ordinary games of fucking and sucking you played so well. You wanted adventure, excitement. You dealt a little shit on the streets and played the role of the super dealer, heavy hung stud. You worked your thing with the street people and on your long golden vacations away from that scene little rich girls sucked your cock while you seduced them with stories of street hype and fucking the minds of the pigs. You strung them out and strung them up. You whipped ass and fried tit with your long thin black cigars. They put money in your hands and you offered them strawberry fields forever. You dealt in bullshit, my man. And then one day the pig really did descend upon your young ass which sports a golden California surfers tan acquired on free beaches where underage girls licked your ass. And you left it all behind and took off like the scared punk ass piece of crud that you really are. And you came to me seeking refuge and wild outlaw fun. Well, here you have your refuge, your sanctuary, and all of the action that you can handle."
She stroked the sensitive skin of his underarms with the tip of her riding crop. He flinched without even a hint of his former bravado, whimpering and sobbing even though she had hardly touched him yet. She snickered at his cowardice, knowing that he was a total weakling, a craven little plaything that she could manipulate and bend into any pattern she desired.
"Would you enjoy coming out, my little lion? I could do all sorts of things with you. I could make a cocksucker out of you, a master dick licker who could spend hours hovering over one delectable little prick or days on his knees before an unending line drinking come until his belly was distended from the quarts of it shot down his throat. I could do you up in lace and petticoats, panties and bras that would barely conceal the pretty set of knockers that I could give you with hormone injections and surgical aid. I could make a real piss drinking, ass licking, cock sucking, ball reaming little transvestite fairy princess out of you. And I could make you like it. I can make any male enjoy anything whatsoever. I have a state governor who allows me to sit on his face and shit on him, and then rub it in with my soft behind. And then he laps it clean. I could introduce you to such things. But as yet you are without form, without pattern. I think that I shall let the whip and the rack play upon you and then in time the torture shall take on a voice and tell me what your destiny shall be."
Dave screamed in sheer unendurable terror. Her vile and inhuman program of degradation was barely begun, but he knew that this madwoman would break his ass to little pieces and shred him up for the rag she used to wipe her ass clean. She would demolish him, turn him into a pitiful bondage slave spending his miserable life licking at his mistress' foul ass.
Wanda pulled down her black lace panties, exposing the lush and thick black bush growing out of her pelvic triangle. She thrust her pussy against his prick, rubbing her magic flesh into him, trying to arouse his erection past the barrier of his fear. Her face suddenly went harsh with anger.
"Get it up you little bastard, or I'll rip it off." She slapped his face back and forth, her leather gloves adding to the stinging fury of her hands. She kneed him in the belly, and punched him in the groin. Davey tugged futilely at his chains. Wanda seized his wrists and yanked them until the wrist cuffs drew blood and he screamed out his agony and terror.
Watching through one of the countless two way mirrors Elaine and Count Krakum (an atrocious pun name that he had considered clever when he chose it) felt the savage scene reacting upon their bloodthirsty libidos.
"Shit," Elaine purred, "I sure would enjoy having that tender hunk of boy tail to myself right now. I'd wedge the biggest vibrator I could up his asshole and then whip his butt until the blood was running between his toes."
Krakum (actually Robert Hastings) parted the open front of her shirt and groped his hands over her large and shapely boobs. He fingered the nipple ends and pinched them hard.
"Let's go and do something with one of the slaves. The new fish will be Wanda's personal playtoy for some time. We'll just have to bide our time until she's sated and ready to turn him over to the group."
They trouped off to the sub-dungeons, making their way down the narrow winding staircases. The first victim they came to was Jennie, pinioned to the damp and clammy wall with her arms and legs outstretched and locked in the unyielding grip of iron chains. Her tits had been brutally flogged until the blood had run down her belly. Long and jagged scarlet rivulets of blood had dried over the contours of her belly and flowed down into the hairy thatch between her legs.
Elaine grabbed a tuft of hair plastered to her skin by the dried, caked blood and yanked it loose, inflicting yet another bit of hurt upon her. Elaine smiled her predatory little smile that excluded the eyes and showed her even white teeth. She sensed the numb withdrawn condition of her victim and decided not to waste time on a "dead piece." However, she sank her teeth into one well formed tit, tearing the meat until her mouth filled with blood. Satisfied with this brutal act she passed on, Krakum rhythmically slapping his hands back and forth across her naked ass cakes reddening and warming them.
They sought out Sylvia, the ebony beauty with the spirit that no torture or oppression could break. They unlocked the door of the torture chamber she was imprisoned in and entered, excitement rising within them.
Sylvia focused her bloodshot eyes on them. The ever present look of hatred and fury appeared there.
"Fuck you, you dirty shiteating cockchewing scum lapping motherfucking motherfuckers."
Elaine laughed heartily, a real laugh with the corners of her eyes crinkling. She could always depend upon Sylvia for a long and futile tirade of defiance that was grotesque in its futile obscenity. She let the enraged girl babble on, wasting her breath in a meaningless outburst of hate. Then her face went hard.
"I think you want some more shit to eat, slave."
That shut her up. Sylvia could still taste that last dose of warm soft shit that had been crammed and jammed down her throat.
"I'm going to break your black ass," Krakum threatened.
Sylvia immediately shifted into a new tactic, one that allowed her to strike with just a bit of sting, just a modicum of effectiveness.
"You poor pathetic little impotent faggot. If you were a real man and 'could get your pitiful little pecker hard you wouldn't need to beat on women to get your dirty little kicks. Whip some ass and then go play with yourself with your girlish little white hands to get your end wet. That's your style."
Krakum had been forbidden by Madame Wanda to inflict any damage upon Sylvia that was not repairable. There was enough truth in her decision however, to drive him over the line into a killing frenzy of maniacal rage. He lunged for her throat. He plowed into her, laughing at her pathetic tuggings at the chains that trapped her. He dug his fingers into her throat, watching her eyes bulge in their sockets, wishing to find terror there but seeing only the familiar hate that flared at him even as he strangled her to death.
Suddenly two hands smashed at his rib cage. He screamed and lunged spasmodically away from his helpless prey. Another blow smashed into the pit of his stomach, and a fourth chop ripped him over his sensitive kidneys. He crumpled in a heap, looking up through tear drenched eyes at the angered Elaine, who menacingly straddled his quaking body. She kicked him ferociously in the groin, almost causing him to retch up his breakfast.
"How dare you try and maim Wanda's favorite captive. You dirty piece of shit, I ought to reduce you to the role of a slave for that little indiscretion."
"No," he pleaded. "Please don't, I lost control, she drove me wild with her insults. It won't ever happen again. Please forgive me."
She kicked him again.
"You're damn right it won't ever happen again," she snarled. "I'm going to take some of that unwarranted cockiness out of you, you wretched excuse for a eunuch's toilet attendant."
She spun around and thrust her ass out to him. She crouched down squatting with the full span of her ass mashing down on his face. She rubbed her ass over his pinioned head, smearing his nose and mouth with her buttock separating cleavage. She spread her cheeks and drowned the gasping and sputtering man's face in a sea of soft white flesh. She positioned her asshole over his mouth.
"Open up you bastard, and keep it open. Don't let any of it spill on the floor or I'll make you eat it, every bit of it."
Her brows knitted and she exerted herself, forcing out a long bar of shit that oozed into his gaping and trapped mouth. When she finished and stood triumphantly erect the long brown phallic shaped piece of shit stuck out of his quivering mouth. Saliva flecked at the corners of his fouled beslimed mouth.
"All right bastard, go get rid of it. And crawl all the way."
He crawled over to the toilet trough to rid himself of the shit and his breakfast. Elaine fanned her hand and turned up her nose at the smell hanging heavily in the grimy dungeon air. She went over to the air blower and turned it on, to clear the stench away.
Sylvia had a wide and happy shit eating grin on her face, a situation which touched at Elaine's sense of humor.
"You shouldn't be sporting that shit eating grin," she remarked dryly. "That stupid bastard should."
She laughed as he vomited into the trough. His white bare ass made an outstanding target for a whip. She silently procured one from the vast array covering all four walls and came up behind him. She exchanged a mischievous conspirator's grin with Sylvia, united for once with a slave in spirit against a fellow dominator. She whacked him over his soft bottom, slicing a deep cut into the tender and unmarked cheeks. She slashed the howling little freak again over the span of his butt. His face mashed into the foul ooze he had just filled the trough with. He vomited again, clawing at the mess on his face. Elaine broke up into hysterics. Sylvia almost went mad with laughter, her chains rattling as she experienced the first joy she had occasion to enjoy in many a month.
Krakum turned on the tap in the trough, washing off his face and swirling the foul vomit and shit mess away down the drain pipe. Elaine waited until he had recovered his equilibrium before springing the rest of the punishment upon him.
"My ass is still dirty. Lick it clean with your tongue. I'll whip your ass to pieces while you're accomplishing it."
He screamed in sheer sickened dread as she advanced on him.
Wanda was quite busy with Davey while these amusements occurred in the sub-dungeon. She slapped his face back and forth piteously, inflicting a reddish hue to his somewhat swollen cheeks.
"You really can cry for a tough-ass little stud. Where is your spirit, my bucolic boy, my cherubic lad. Brace up, stiff upper lip, mother's marijuana pie and flag and country music. Never give up the shit. Fifty-four forty or fuck."
She kept up a constant stream of bullshit conversation as she flailed at him with the fury of a wildcat. She grabbed his cock and yanked it until it began to harden and form its working enlargement, stiff and throbbing. She ripped off her gloves the better to rake and maul his welted back with her claws. The long red streaks slashed through the crimson marks etched on his flesh. She grabbed handfuls of his assmeat and buried her thumbs up his asshole, pulling and jerking at the elastic and rubbery bottom tunnel. Her cunt engulfed his cock. His tool was taken in by her warm moist rubbery pussy tunnel.
"Fuck away, you little shithead. Afterwards I'm going to knock your butt loose."
She was true to her words. After his hot pumping spurts of come flooded her orgasming cunt she went to work on him in earnest. Her whip cracked repeatedly over the curves of his bottom. His screams reverberated through the torture chamber. The welts were interlocked, interconnected, overlaid. They merged together in an indecipherable mess of tear lines spitting blood out of his mangled ass. Blood ran between his tail cheeks. The welts deepened as the whip cracked into the same groove several times in Wanda's expert hands. She whipped and whipped, until the ass was a scarred lacerated mass. She triumphantly sank her claws into the blood covered butchered bottom, digging the nails into welt lines until her fingers were covered with scarlet gore.
"I told you that I was going to rip you apart," she snarled at him, ignoring the screams he continually emitted suffering pain beyond his ability to endure in stoic silence. She ignored his inability to concentrate upon her words and continued a running commentary and stream of conversation as was her custom.
She raked her hands over his chest, a deeply tanned chest with the well proportioned and sculptured muscular definition of a young boy who spent much time in the sun and had the means to look after himself. It was a golden chest, she thought, California sunkissed. His dealing had allowed him to live well, a surf child in the endless summer. All of those long golden hours with slavish girls eating his come juice and lapping at his hard and bronzed ass upon command. Well, now he was dancing to the tune she called, and she had plans for his rich and firm body. She could already envision the hard cocks rammed up his ass and down his throat, visualized the white threaded runnings of sperm oozing out of his raped saliva bubbling mouth. She would turn him into a TV sex slave with a vengeance. He would know the taste of defeat and vanquishment.
"Now my love child, your doting and devoted mama has a little something to give to you."
He still had the capacity to scream with a fresh intensity of terror when she shoved the ridged, hard rubber coated vibrator up his ass without an application of Vaseline to ease the grinding of its passage. She shoved it into him with strong pain provoking jerks. A bit of blood coating it was the only friction relief that eased his suffering. She rammed and twisted it up the little bastard's asshole until she could not cram another inch into him. Then she switched it on and let it hum away inside him. It was the customary mass produced cheap piece of shit that evoked a mild tingle when switched on, it was a bone shaking, flesh jellying hole grinder and he shrieked as if his insides were being melted away. She patted his flanks lovingly as the wild vibrator mangled the inner skin of his ass tunnel.
"Dislodge it before I want it removed and I'll wedge one twice the size of this little butt breaker up your tail."
She whipped his torso. She crisscrossed long superficial red lines upon the canvas of his bronze body so that as they quickly faded she could replace them with other crimson lines. She lit herself a joint, the best grass growing in Southern Calif., and puffed the smoke into his face, granting him that much pleasure the way a miser dispenses gold. She swept the joint over his chest, leaving a ragged black sear line on his chest. As he screamed his anguish out she puffed it hot and then crushed it out upon his nipple. She snapped her nails over the small black circle edged in deep red that she inflicted upon his body. She hit it with her whip handle, sending searing agony flooding through his butchered frame. She playfully tore out tufts of hair from his armpits and yanked out handfuls from his long rich golden shoulder length mane. She held his head steady with one strong hand and picked at him, plucking out eyelashes and eyebrow hairs. She pinched his nose until she could clearly feel the protest of the underlying cartilage.
Davey summoned the control to plead with articulated words rather than animal groans of pain. She listened attentively with laughing eyes and no trace of pity showing in them.
"Tough shit, tough tit. Seek and ye shall find, which you have, little dumb ass. You could be doing a few years on the inside instead of being here warm and safe and hibernating away from the cruel long reach of the law groping around out there for you in the real world. Of course, you dumb asshole, you would have been far better off across the border in sunny Mexico, or up north in chilly windy Canada, or even inside the piggy-bank, but anywhere else but here, you poor trapped little crudcake."
She ended her diatribe by stamping with mock peevishness upon his bare feet, almost cracking the bones of his battered feet with her kinky thigh high boots. She spun around unexpectedly with a bewildering change of mood and rubbed her soft, rubbery yielding asscakes into his groin, seeking to pleasure him with an exquisite and highly erotic massage of her rear riches upon his drained and depleted cock. She socked herself into him, vibrating and shaking in wild accompaniment to the runaway vibrator dancing his asshole to ruin. She pressed her feverish sex mad nympho flesh into him, shaking her can faster and faster, sawing up and down, jelly rolling it, making it twitch and twinge and ripple and roll, doughball compressing it and shooting her cheeks wide apart, jiggling and bouncing and demonstrating the art of the berserk nympho tailjerk job upon his responding albeit unwilling body. She kept it on endlessly, her body showered with a bath of sweat, his body bathed in blood and sweat, until at last as she was racked by exhaustion he shot off his load upon her wild ass.
CHAPTER TWO
Wanda had established the Dungeon of Terrors with her money, a vast fortune. Her father had willed it to her, a depraved lecher willing twenty millions to his depraved despot daughter. The old man's tastes in the excesses of flesh had been more mundane than those of his formidable daughter, and he had died a relatively straight man dedicated to the principles of orgy and dissipation. Early in life Wanda had journeyed far beyond him in the wildness of her cravings. She had blown over one hundred men in a single night, thus exceeding the record of Cleopatra. Their come had covered her body, gluing her great black mass of hair to her supple and ivory flesh. She had lain in bed for days while relays of lesbian maids had sampled the fruits of her body with their mouths. She had pissed down throats and swallowed the golden fluid, eaten cock and cunt until the flavors lingered in her mouth and mind for days, fondled the genitals of a horse until it showered her with its acrid fluids, moved down her partners at elaborate and ornate orgies until she alone remained reeling and tottering but still standing on her feet.
Of course she had eventually come to bondage and torture. She whipped asses until they were raw slabs of meat, jabbed pins into breasts and buttocks, sat for hours upon human faces wallowing her dirty ass upon noses and mouths. She set up the isolated estate with its hidden maze of dungeons, torture chambers, and cell blocks. And over the years her victims had accumulated, some by choice, others totally unwillingly.
She considered the long string of pleasures, her golden chain of days as she worked on pathetic Jennie. Jennie lay stretched across a curved frame rack, her arms and legs drawn out, stretched until the tendons and ligaments felt the bite of the chains as achingly as her tortured muscles. Jennie was silenced by the ball gag stuffed into her mouth but nevertheless she tried to communicate with her eyes, promising anything for the surcease of her sufferings. Wanda understood the meaning in her blue, tear drenched eyes, but unhesitatingly continued with the atrocities she wished to commit upon Jennie.
She pressed her fingers into the soft underside of one large breast. The sweat sheened flesh yielded readily to the probe of her fingers. She jiggled the tit, watching avidly the runs of the blood lines streaming from the numerous needle holes punctured into her breast. Wanda seized one needle and played with it, drawing it back and forth, sawing it about inside the tender flesh. She thrust it all of the way in and then reached for another one. She played with the one in the same manner and then decided that there was much breast tissue as yet uninitiated to the bite of the needles. She picked one up and held it close to Jennie's face, letting her see what would soon be lodged in her flesh. Jennie trembled as much as she was able on the rack and a feeble moan escaped from her rubber filled mouth. Wanda laughed and pressed the needle to the soft skin. She rotated it about in her fingers, gradually pressing it through the skin and into the awaiting layers of flesh. She twisted and jerked it about in the deepening drill hole, feeling satisfaction when the blood came spurting out of the flesh.
"Those needles really are quite painful, my delicious little dear. I've felt them probing about within the pulp of my own delectable tits and the agony is gorgeously unendurable. But I have the choice of not enduring it while you have the certain fate of enduring it whenever I wish to inflict this fate upon you."
Krakum entered the chamber. Wanda cast him a withering look. The pathetic little freak had grown tiny in her eyes, as insignificant as a bug. He had complained to Wanda of his treatment at the hands of Elaine and in answer to his humble entreaties for justice she had washed out his mouth with soap and then fed him a bowl of warm rank, noxious shit soup. He had emptied the bowl and then staggered off to be sick for a long time. Even now he still looked green to Wanda. Her large and luminous eyes focused derision and contempt upon him. When she spoke her voice was mockingly polite and salutatory.
"How are you feeling today, my poor precious dear. I trust you have no further complaints to annoy me with. I imagine that my last demonstration of my concepts of justice convinced you to refrain from trying my patience with her pathetic whimperings. I don't tolerate wretched little worms who carry tales out of school. I consider that Elaine was more than justified in the measures she carried out."
Krakum's eyes showed plainly his fear and cowardice.
"I have no complaints. I deserved my punishment."
Wanda sneered. He was a real turd.
"Alright, then let's hear no noise about it. Now come over here and play with this delightful pussy."
Krakum hastened over to shove his moonface between Jennie's legs. His rubbery lips covered her cunt mouth and he sucked at her, parting her pussy lips and lodging his long thick tongue inside her cunt. He dribbled his saliva into her and nipped at her clitoris and cunt lips with his dirty front teeth. Wanda patted the back of his balding head.
"You're not much of a stud and your talents are infinitesimal. Be a good loyal little motherfucker and you will continue to enjoy the privileges of the favored. Screw up on me and shit will be your steady and unvaried diet for a long time. Now finish sucking her off because I have another pleasant little task for you."
Krakum kept on sucking and gnawing at the fragrant matter of Jennie's cunt. As he sucked Wanda cranked up the wheel turning the roller of the rack through a few more fractions of an inch. Jennie's stretched body was drawn still a few more millimeters out. She felt the tugging through her fire seared muscles. The pain dimmed the pain in her breasts to insignificance. Despite this the sucking got to her. She looked down through hazy eyes at the head bobbing away between her legs and thrilled to the stirrings of the tongue moving within her. She began to come, the heat and the thrill mounting. Soon he provoked her climax and she experienced the exquisite sensation of having her flowing juices drained out of her by a thirsty mouth.
Wanda looked on with approval.
"You do have a few small talents after all. Now follow me."
She led Krakum along corridors and through rooms. Despite his familiarity with it he was still amazed by the extent of the torture den. At last they reached a room in which a young and beautiful maid awaited them. It was not until the costume had been stripped from the maid that he recognized the boy, Davey.
Davey had been garbed quite skillfully and cunningly in his costume. His golden hair had been enhanced by a matching hairpiece that trailed its golden lengths down to the sweep of his ass. His eyes and face had been made up with consummate thoroughness. He really looked as if he were a girl until he was stripped down to his long silken stockings and garter belt.
"Like what you see, Krakum? Or rather, do you see what you like. Even with his ass whipped to a pulp and his torso marked by the lash he is rather a fetching sight. I imagine that he appeals to you. Do you thrill to the sight of his flaccid cock and heavy, well hung balls? Do you want to run your hands all over him and suck his nipples? Experience the joy of thrusting each and every one of your fingers up his ass one by one while molding and holding the cakes of his ass. French kiss him as you feel up his bottom and manipulate his cock. Make him weep as you fuck and suck him in slow phases, taking hours to rape him. Lick and probe every inch of him as he futilely struggles in his chains. Make him know the meaning of the sufferings of the damned."
Davey went pale with sickness and dread. As she spoke her own hands played about on his whip streaked chest, and she thrust hooked fingers into his anus. He flinched at her touch but then the awful touch of the greasy little sadistic pansy turned his bowels to water.
Krakum covered half his face with saliva in a trice with wild licks of his large tongue. He pulled wide the ass halves and ran his fingertips harshly all along the cleavage trench bottom, thrusting fingers up the boy's ass and rapidly fingerfucking him while he rubbed his groin over the boy's groin.
"I'll leave you two lovers to become acquainted. I have Elaine behind one of the mirrors making color films. Take your time, work on him for eight hours without stopping. Suck him dry and fuck him without mercy. Make him enjoy it. Later on we'll run the movies for his amusement. I'm certain he'll enjoy the sight of his antics on film."
Wanda went off making the walls ring with her amid and wild laughter. She slipped through a wall panel and joined Elaine who was busily at work as camera girl.
"When do I get a piece of his ass," she snarled.
Wanda slapped her across her impudent but loveable face.
"You really are a bitch. Right now I'm certain the lad can receive a far more instructive lesson from our selfstyled Count Krakum. What a hokey horsehsit name. The little creep thinks that it invokes terror in our unwilling guests. Perhaps it does, but it provokes outright prolonged laughter in me."
"Why do you keep the mother around here? Why do you need a shithead like that?"
"I don't keep him out of love and affection. Every hencoop requires the presence of a rooster. There are some to whom no torture exceeds the presence of an uninvited prick up bottom or front hole. The little crud is easy to control, my dear, and lacks the impertinence that a presence to match his own self proclaimed grandeur would inspire in him. N'est-ce pas? Besides, being an inferior little shit aids him in the invention of new games, his quality of petty meanness can be an asset at those times. Now keep that camera going. And turn up the soundtrack."
The two cruel beauties rubbed bared breasts together. Wanda rejoiced in the heat generating in the bud tips of Elaine's choice knockers. She stroked the rounded parts of her assistant's ass and pinched the fleshy globes. She dug her nails in and sawed them back and forth along the smooth fleshy contours digging them in until she was sawing away skin and her nails were enlarging bloody tears in the ass skin. She moved behind Elaine, nibbling her ears, blowing in them, fingering tufts of the exquisite girl's hair, stroking her eyebrows, gnawing the tendon stretch of her neck and her shoulders. Elaine responded to her love play with a rising excitement amplified by the atrocious spectacle they witnessed through the two way mirror.
Krakum (Robert Q. Hastings) socked it to the screaming maddened boy who jerked and tugged at the unyielding bondage of his chains with the frenzy of a lunatic. He dug his tiny thumbs into the boy's rectum, screwing and swinging them around in and out and up and down in the asshole, jerking it wide open as possible and then slamming his thumbs in up to the knuckle. He rubbed and fondled the ass cheeks and slapped them vigorously until the butchered and badly welted ass halves glowed anew with reddish hue. He sucked the boy's throat and bit it, chewed his earlobes and cheekbones and lips, and cheeks and eyebrows and nipples and armpits and bellybutton and cock and thighs and kneecaps and calves and arms and legs and fingers and toes. He licked every inch of Davey's body and then spit repeatedly into the poor slave's mouth and eyes. He dribbled saliva into Davey's mouth and ears and played with him with the avid wild desire of a sex maniac. Krakum rubbed his cock over Davey's body until it shot off and his come sprayed over the unwilling boy's sweat drenched body. Then he lapped up every drop of it and forced as much as he could into Davey's mouth, sperm kissing his mouth full of clotty acrid come juice. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."
Elaine moaned in a delirium of sex frenzy. She was a wild raging rampant nympho as she watched the grotesque homo rape, her own body pouring off sweat that almost steamed on her heated flesh.
"When you see a free show it really gets to you," Wanda mocked.
Her own hands and mouth were frequently busy keeping pace with the escalating savagery of the rape of the new slave boy. The bloodcurdling screams of the tortured youth only added zest to the charge that was unleashed in her by the depravity she set in motion with a whim and an order. She bit Elaine's nipple tips, making the buds grow hard until they were rubbery hard pellets which she gnawed until she brought blood up. She sucked blood from the bite tears in the nipples while her cruel hands raked and clawed the white ass globes until they were laced with a mad spider web of scarlet tears and scratches. She kept at the blood caked ass halves, clawing and slapping and pinching. She could not satisfy her blood craving that way. She wanted the broken body of a slave to satisfy her dark slaughter cravings.
She left Elaine in a shock trance of voyeuristic blood frenzy, clawing at her own tits while finger-fucking her cunt which was disgorging a flood of cunt cream which poured down the orgasming girl's thighs.
Wanda felt her own orifice throbbing and the fire exploding in her cunt triggered by the nuclear fission in her clitoris was so powerful and overwhelming that Wanda could scarcely walk. She knew that she had to have a hunk of her dark beauty, her ebony princess, Sylvia.
The hate staring eyes were awaiting her, knowing that it was overdue. She could feel the wild hate slicing at her as if it was a knife. She let her mind fill with the wild visions of what the ebony girl would do to her if the situation was ever reversed. Sylvia would rip her to shreds, perhaps hang her by the tits while slowly roasting her ass with a blowtorch, or some such gentle treatment. But that would never happen. Wanda would always be in control.
"You look hot bitch. Been kicking dogs or stomping on children? Which is it?"
In reply Wanda stepped over to Sylvia and seized the two gold rings that had been run through the ringholes seared in her nipples, she jerked the two gold rings brutally as the black girl's face went slack with fear.
"EEEaaahhhh."
"I guess that changed your tune, my bountiful beauty. You don't very much like it when I pull on your ring leads this way. It would not be very amusing to you if I tore off your nipples."
She jerked hard, elongating the pain wracked melons. Sylvia spat in her face.
"Black bitch."
Wanda smashed her fist into the battered belly. Sylvia emitted a sharp piercing wail as the hard fist slammed into her bruised and welt covered stomach.
"Spitfire, are you?"
Wanda spit into Sylvia's open screaming mouth and then before the choking sickened girl could fire off a reply of her own Wanda deftly grabbed and tore out a handful of curly pubic hair.
Sylvia screamed. Wanda raked her nails across Sylvia's face, leaving four red streaks along the smooth cheek. She slapped the cheek as the blood welled up in the deep scratches. Sylvia spit in Wanda's face. Wanda dug her claws into the cleavage between Sylvia's luscious black breasts and raked downwards running her blood tracks over the belly contours right into the thatch covered pelvis. Sylvia moaned. Wanda laughed as she swung wide the two melons and then smashed them together. She grabbed the nipple rings and yanked them, then snapped them loose and let the tips spring back bouncing and jiggling to their natural position.
"I really can keep this up longer than you can. I suggest you give in, my proud loud beauty." Tears flowed from the magnificent defiant eyes but no trace of surrender showed.
"Do your worst, you shit eating scum."
Wanda's face was transformed into a demon mask. She seized two handful's of Sylvia's natural and yanked the hair out at the roots. Then her face went wide with vile amusement.
"I have the ticket, my beauty. I shall shave your head bald, shaving off your natural hairdo of pride and dignity. Perhaps I'll shine your head as well. I might even pierce your nostrils and put a ring through your nose. Yes, a fabulous notion, a rare gem. I could run a chain from the ring through your nose linked to a chain dangling between your tits, swinging from the rings through your pretty nipples. I could pierce the lips of your cunt as well. You would rattle and clang as you moved and be a thing of strange and bizarre beauty as the chains of gold swung and danced with your measured hobbled pace. A creature of fancy and fantasy."
Her eyes were now mad and her hands were clutching the buttocks of her trapped prisoner with a strong and hurting grip.
"Yes, oh yes, the things I shall accomplish to break your rebellious spirit and arrogant will."
"Fuck off."
Wanda exploded with laughter. She rolled and writhed on the clammy dungeon floor. Fuck off! Such an incredibly inadequate reply to the catalogue of atrocities she had threatened Sylvia with.
At length she arose from the stone floor, her face streaked with tears of laughter.
"You really are a treasure and a treat. I should miss you if I ever let you depart from me. But now the small talk and the verbal dagger phase must end. I shall now rip your ass to bits."
Wanda thrust pins into the whip scarred buttocks. She worked them around in the holes, plunging them back and forth and sawing them around clockwise and counterclockwise until Sylvia howled with the mad abandon of a tortured animal.
"Rub it into me, my fine bitch. Body fuck me as I body fuck you, or I'll turn your bottom into a sieve."
The skilled and agile hands never for an instant ceased the constant pin torture of the bleeding ass cakes. She constantly thrust pins in and out, in and out, and sawed them away inside the flesh.
Sylvia had no choice save to lunge forward as far as she could and rub the front of her sweat soaked body into the heated sweat streaming body of her foe. The black beauty made every particle of her flesh vibrate and throb with movement. The ebony body was a blinding blur of movement as it rubbed along the body of the fiend mashed into it. It was a flesh massage orgy, a true spasming body fuck. All through the frenzied performance the ass was tortured and spilled red drops upon the stones which were darkly discolored with stains darker than amber. And the walls rang with the triumphant bitch laughter of Wanda.
CHAPTER THREE
Davey was garbed in a black maid's costume. His miniskirt was micro micro, and flared about his bare ass, cock, and balls as he walked. His ass was scarred by numerous applications of the whip. His hair had grown a few more inches in the weeks he had been forcibly incarcerated in the dungeon, and now he was allowed to discard the wig for the more fetching and natural appearance of his own lush growth of blond hair.
"Elaine whistled at his delicious figure. He was really enticing with his nylons up to the smooth contours of his thighs. Elaine ran her fingertips teasingly up the insides of his thighs, rubbing his balls with her nails. She fancied she could detect the tingle in him. She flared out her own lush blonde hair.
"You'll soon have a better head of hair than I do, my pretty."
She slapped him across the face several times. She enjoyed doing that. She enjoyed it almost as much as sitting on his face with an unwashed ass. Or forcing him to lick her boots clean. Or forcing him to serve as her urinal. Or fucking the living shit out of him until his pecker was a limp and empty weapon.
"Come here, my sweet little bird."
He came to her and knelt with his head wedged between her thighs. He tickled the sweeping white legs with his long hair the way it pleased her as he went to work on her blonde cunt fleeced pussy with his tongue. He lapped the clitoris the way she preferred it and then proceeded to eat away at her. Elaine moaned with delight and flexed her long bare legs. She cracked her riding crop over his muscular back, cutting another welt into it.
"Suck me, suck me."
He sucked with increased fervor and concentration.
"Spit spitballs up my cunt."
This was a refinement that Elaine favored. It had taken him time and whippings to master it properly. He thrilled her palpitating inner flesh with spit balls fired into her. Her body shook and trembled.
"Chew it, chew it."
He bit and gnawed the lips, the clit, the surrounding soft hair covered flesh. He tasted the boiling hot cunt fluids. He drank it down and kept her climaxing.
Elaine whipped his back in her passion. Her eyes fastened on his wrist chains and the sight of his bondage filled her with wild excitement.
Wanda entered riding on the back of a tall, brunette girl. The girl's ass was a mass of fresh welts and cigarette burns. She was puffing heavily from the burden she bore and Wanda used her long lengths of brown hair as reins. The girl was clearly suffering deeply. Her eyes were red and raw from weeping, but she had no tears left to cry.
"When he finished with you he can fuck Marilyn in the mouth."
Wanda showed her teeth in a hyena grin. The look of pleasure on his face was quite satisfying. It was gratifying to her that the punk still desired to abuse others. His enslavement had not broken down his own cruel impulses and he had not learned compassion for others, a quality that Wanda considered a myth and a ridiculous one at that. Nothing sickened her more than all the bullshit about the quality of mercy.
Marilyn did not show total displeasure at the idea of being mouthfucked by the tv boy. Wanda patted her mare gently on the cheeks.
"Be patient, my little pet. The young fairy princess will soon be ramming his upright and rigid tool into your tender and eager mouth."
Wanda rubbed her moist hot crotch along the whip wealed back. She had done a truly appalling job upon the wretched girl with her riding crop, but it was only the beginning of the things she intended to inflict upon Marilyn that day. She kept rubbing her heavy bottom over the expanse of the back, clearly feeling the weals and lacerations upon the battered surface. Her wild riding made Marilyn flinch and tremble with pain, a situation highly to Wanda's satisfaction.
Elaine spat a mouthful of saliva into Davey's pacified mouth. He accepted it as if it were candy and made a big show of swallowing it down with relish. Elaine smiled upon him with approval and stroked his muscular back with her feet, running her soles along the welts she had slashed into his back.
"Hurry up with him, precious. Marilyn is eager and panting for his service."
Elaine impatiently pressed his face to her fur bush. He went down on her with great fervor, sucking and licking the tangy meat. Elaine continued to whip away at his bare back all through the frenzied performance.
As he swallowed down the outpourings of her last climax of a rapid fire machine gun salvo of continuous orgasms. Krakum entered the chamber, still somewhat in the doldrums over his loss of status the previous several weeks.
Wanda looked at him with undisguised contempt. He was clad in a black leather outfit that included an executioner's hood. His pot belly was disguised by the rigid corset within the costume and his rounded shoulders were given breadth and muscularity by a clever use of padding. The costume despite its paddings and restraints could not give him the dynamic and foreboding image he craved. He still had the aspect of a clown.
Wanda laughed at him.
"You pathetic imitation of a second hand fake. You're too arrogant, little pet. You look as if you're ready to give birth in that ridiculous outfit." She slapped his leather clad bottom. "That ridiculous hood is really the final fatal touch. Take that clown suit off before the slaves get a good look at you and die of prolonged and unfamiliar laughter." She jammed her elbow painfully into Marilyn's ribs. "You have my permission slave, to show this fool the extent of your reaction to his ludicrous-primping and posturing. Laugh fool, laugh."
Marilyn laughed at the funny little sadist in his leather dungeon drag outfit. The permission voiced by her mistress was in actuality a command, and she realized it. In any case, Krakum was the least dangerous of the maniacs who held her in bondage. She laughed long and loud at the cringing deflated little weakling and Wanda joined in her laughter, her hands wandering all over Marilyn's pain wracked body. She slipped three fingers up Marilyn's abused and raw cunt that had been atrociously finger fucked almost beyond endurance all that day and she frigged it some more with her hands that were overly rough and callously disregarded the hurt they inflicted.
Davey, known as Dawn now, crawled over to the two women while Elaine slashed her booted feet into his soft but not pampered bottom that had been jellied through the past weeks by hormone injections and massive spankings.
"Welcome to Marilyn's hot and eager mouth, beautiful Miss Dawn." Wanda stroked the boy's long blond hair and brushed way two teardrops hovering at the edges of his eyes. "Do not cry my flesh ripped little darling. Now you experience some enjoyment. Suck the cock, Miss Marilyn, you little bitch."
Marilyn engulfed the large cock with one lunge of her well trained mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she blew him, gave him head with abandon and sincere enjoyment. They were soon quite caught up in the pleasure of it.
Krakum felt up both their asses as they played. He thrust fingers up their bottoms and slapped the well marked bottoms. Wanda laughed at his nervous fumbled fingered eagerness and spurred him on with some severe lashes across his leather protected bottom. Elaine joined Wanda upon the divan and the lush flesh of the two diabolical girls rolled and meshed together in heated embrace while their wanton eyes took in every second of the torture and cock sucking cycle.
Krakum turned his total concentration upon the boy's bottom, thus revealing his natural preferences. He licked and bit the flesh of the bottom reveling in the flavor of blood that he tasted upon the surface broken in many places by still fresh welts. He tasted the rich and strong flavor of the blood within these gashes torn in the otherwise smooth surface and he let his tongue run wild over the welt lines. He seized up double handfuls of the ass meat and chomped away at it. He shoved his fingers up the asshole and then licked them with loud smacking sounds.
The boy was almost impervious at that moment to those indignities as the magic of the blow job filled his mind and spirit with contentment and wild excitement. Marilyn was a great headjob artiste and her brown hair billowed and waved about her bobbing head as she went into her blow job head dance. She covered every bit of the cock and balls with her saliva and pulled every millimeter of the cock she could handle into her mouth with her head thrown back to let it sink as far as possible into her throat. She loved what she was doing and could not get enough of the cock meat. At the same time she wanted to prolong the pleasant experience which was a distinct change from the torture and degradation she was used to.
Wanda had some human feelings when it came to natural vibrations between people. If the sex urge was there she was willing to allow a bit of free and normal access, it added to the spice of the torture to have relationships between various slaves. As she rubbed her hot and hard tits into Elaine's heated mammaries she decided to make the blow job parties between the two slaves a regular thing.
"Get back, Krakum, you freak. You're dribbling your saliva off that ass and all over the floor."
Krakum flinched and cringed at the scorn that Wanda continued to heap upon him. The abuse burned his sensitive rat's spirit like acid, but he lacked the courage to try anything. They could whip his ass off without half trying. He went stalking out muttering to himself. He would go and grab off a hunk of Sylvia's ass. He would take out his spite on that arrogant black bitch. Anyway, she was a captive slave and could do nothing except bare his abuse.
After searching the dungeons he found her hanging from a ceiling by her wrists bearing the additional weight of Jennie strapped to her. The two girls were strapped back to back, their bodies showing blackened flesh around the straps that were drawn too tightly into their trapped flesh. The straps were affixed above and below the breasts and around the upper thighs. Blood ran down their asses and thighs and had clothed upon them sealing the two bodies firmly together with a glue of dried sweat and clotted blood. The breasts had been riddled with long needles and clotted thin red lines trailed down the contours of the fronts of their bodies. They were moaning softly, emitting small whimpering groans. Even more pleasant to the fiendish little man was the cause of their mental anguish, the total baldness of their heads. The heads had been clipped of every single hair and polished until they were almost mirror smooth. It emphasized their contorted features and the tears trailing down the black and white cheeks.
Sylvia's always defiant baleful eyes blazed fire at him as he came loudly and struttingly through the doorway.
"Too bad your mama never saw on outfit like that when she was carrying you. She might have had a miscarriage and done the world a favor instead of loading it up with another pathetic shit eating bastard like you."
Jennie summoned the strength to laugh at Sylvia's insults. It hurt the girls to move in the state they were in, and Jennie could not help experiencing shame that Sylvia had to bare the crushing burden of their weight in total with her own arms. But Sylvia kept up Jennie's own rock bottom morale and her continuous words of amusement and comfort were an aid. Also there was more than a spark of sex charge between the two of them and despite the misery of their bondage, their whip seared bodies, needle pierced breasts, and shorn heads, Sylvia had experienced an orgasm from the presence of the soft white form pressed to her own soft black flesh.
Krakum was not amused by the insults however. It infuriated him that Sylvia had such withering contempt for him that she would insult the revile him regardless of the perilous state she was in. But he would teach her the meaning of fear before he had finished with her.
He walked over and pulled on her nipple rings. He felt his balls tighten as a look of pain went over her face, replacing the mask of suffering and anguish. It always pleased him to turn a morose and miserable expression to one of genuine agony. He yanked out two needles fast causing little thin jets of blood to spurt out of the emptied holes as they closed up. Then he plunged the needles into the black breasts again, into new areas. "Maybe you like this treatment, do you, you stupid bitch? Well maybe you'll learn by and by to keep your big dumb mouth shut. You're a fucking scum slave and I'm a master and don't forget it."
He seized the dangling forms and rocked the bound package of black and white flesh back and forth, making them scream with the grating of the bondage upon their sensitive lacerated bodies. When their swinging had stopped and the sweat dripping bodies had come to rest he amused himself by thrusting his fingers up both exposed and gaping cunts at once, feeling the ripples of nausea and anguish he caused. He fingerfucked them both, making the cunt lips flap and shake with the pressure of his hands as he kept his fingers lodged up the holes frigging away. He chewed on Sylvia's tits, pulling on one of her nipple rings and tearing needles out with his teeth. He lapped up the still flowing blood and gnawed at the clotted scarlet powder on her ebony flesh.
"Matter of bullshit, is what you are," Sylvia replied at last, gasping out the words between moans of pain and humiliation. Her eyes flooded with tears of suffering both for herself and her white companion pinioned to her back.
"Dirty stinking bitch."
Krakum was almost apoplectic with rage. He was sweltering in his leather costume and Sylvia had the faint hope that the bug eyes little creep would have a coronary from aggravation. Not much chance though of the little creep dying of a conniption fit.
He wedged his hands in between the two sets of buttocks locked together by sweat and blood and the restraint of the straps. He slowly ripped them apart, cracking the clotted smear of blood that had interlocked them, making the two girls shriek with pain as their asses were pressed apart bit by bit.
Krakum was surprised and dumfounded by the unexpected outburst from Jennie who was a more pacified slave than her black companion.
"Teaching this white ofay bitch some of your defiance, you black bitch? Well, I can break her ass up in little pieces even easier than I can yours."
Sylvia managed to swivel her head enough to spit in Krakum's face. She wanted to provoke the rat enough to make him kill her, and free her from her slavery. She knew that it would not be a total concession to defeat for he would be hastened after her at Wanda's hands. But she could not drive him rabid for he had found the key to the means of cracking her defiance wide open.
"I should punish you for that, but I won't. I'm too kind and gentle a master. Instead I'm going to punish your little friend here."
Jennie whimpered with fright. Sylvia cursed him vehemently.
"Take it out on me you balless little impotent fuckface. You ain't even got the guts for that you dirty scum."
Krakum laughed as he slapped Jennie back and forth across her face slowly and thoroughly. Jennie's tear streaked cheeks began to color and pink with added hue as he slapped them pitilessly.
Sylvia bellowed with frustration and rage as her friend was beaten tied to her back. Sylvia could do nothing, she could not even see what was happening.
Krakum was only beginning. His inadequate little tool was as upright and hard as it ever became within his pants. He had the means and the method now to sock to Sylvia where it hurt and he was going to carry it through.
He yanked and tore the needles out of Sylvia's tits and jammed them into screaming Jennie's already riddled melons. He slapped her belly and seized the cunt lips with his fingers, pulling the lips apart and squeezing them so harshly that it felt akin to having her cunt lips crushed by pliers.
"You fuckhead, I'll get you for this," Sylvia screamed.
"You ain't gonna do shit," Krakum taunted.
He lit a cigarette and held it up before the terrified white girl's fear stricken eyes. Her flesh crawled and she whimpered deep in her throat.
Sylvia's head slumped forward and she sobbed bitterly, unable to resist in any way the atrocities he wished to perform. Krakum puffed the cigarette up hot and then thrust it into the cleavage between the large and lovely breasts. Jennie screamed as he seared a small reddish black spot on her skin. Then he touched her again an inch lower. He laughed at the writhing of the sweat slimed body, writhing that hurt the girl even worse than rigid immobility. He touched her once more with the cigarette provoking an appalling maddened shriek. He laughed his demoniacal theatrical fiend's sick laughter and continued with his torture. He emerged from the cleavage between her boobs and added more searings down the center line of her torso at almost equidistant precise points of one inch progressions down her body. He touched the belly button with one of his thrusts, an inset non-prominent belly button but still retaining the sensitivity of that portion of the anatomy. He laughed with triumph as he reached the pelvic triangle. He touched a few pubic hairs making them sizzle and smoke without doing real damage. Then he ground out the cigarette upon the moist and parted cunt lips causing the girl to catapult screaming into coma with that atrocious act.
"Makes you cry, doesn't it you snotty bitch," He addressed Sylvia. "Well, I intend to do a lot more to her. I've got a program for the bitch in the weeks head. I sure will be interested in how her sufferings affect you. You might cry tears of blood before I finish."
CHAPTER FOUR
Wanda was impressed and intrigued by the effect that Jennie's increased tortures had upon Sylvia. She had not conceived of that way of striking at the haughty proud and defiant slave and it rankled her that the clownish Krakum had originated the conception. However, its feasibility was the important part, not the origin of the plan. She locked the two together naked in a cell with food for a few days and adequate medication for their wounds. She left them unshackled, the first time that she had ever unshackled Sylvia. It was dangerous to unchain the powerful girl whose tall rigid body and flowing long lines hid and concealed a remarkable measure of strength.
Wanda had become aware of Sylvia first at a swing orgy in Los Angeles, a bizarre and unusual party at which masked young girls were auctioned off to be spanked by the winning bidder. Sylvia had been present in the crowd with several young beauties of assorted race and sex in attendance. She had disdained the proceedings and made several loud and obscene remarks casting slurs upon the manhood of the tall muscleman conducting the auction. She had angered him to the point where he leaped off the stage to boot her ass out of the room. It was a mistake. She calmly and methodically broke both his arms and legs before the terrified yet thrilled gaping throng without a hint of sorrow or remorse on her face, or even very much satisfaction in doing the destruction upon the auctioneer. Her expression was identical to that of an exterminator eradicating an unpleasant nest of vermin. When she had finished her job of maiming the shrieking broken man she had left with her retinue without a backward glance, her hands sensuously caressing and alternatively slapping the rumps of the two who walked closest to her with their hips caressing hers as they walked together.
After that Wanda had wanted the black princess for her collection of trapped princesses, princes, and knaves. She had put the thugs that she employed for such affairs on the job and they had trapped Sylvia alone and half drunk one night. There had been four of them. Before they overpowered her one lost an eye and another had his testicles crushed. They would have smashed her skull in had not Wanda been there to restrain them with a revolver. She had been impressed by that demonstration of prowess however which even seemed to exceed her own. Ever since the first moment of capture however, the girl had been kept in chains or ropes or straps. Her strength had been somewhat drained after a time by the continuous whipping and torture but Wanda was cautious and never forgot what the black girl was capable of.
In the cell alone with Jennie however for the first time Sylvia had her hands free. She screamed and cursed and pulled madly at her bars. Useless. Equally frustrating were the unyielding iron and stone walls. It was not true that stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage. They did most indeed constitute total captivity.
Throughout most of a day the weeping girls ministered to each other, working with salves and lotions and powders, bandaging and massaging. The ample food helped. It was part of Wanda's design and desires that her slaves always be in the top of form and starvation was not one of the ordeals she inflicted upon them.
"Shit, we've got to get out of this fucking place."
Jennie looked at her companion with uncomprehending eyes, then broke into tears.
"There's no way to escape from here. We'll be slaves here until we die."
Sylvia gripped Jennie's crotch with her hand and stroked the puffy cunt lips sending a shock thrill through the girl with her fingertips. Jennie felt strength in that hand and the presence of the girl she loved filled her with just a trace of hope.
"We'll get out of here baby. You got ray word that we'll make it out of here somehow."
Sylvia went down on Jennie. Slowly she licked every inch of Jennie's body. She sucked her from her toes to the top of her head, licking the stripped and shorn skull. She went gently over the whipped and burned places and came at the end of her journey back to the tail. For three gorgeous and magnificent hours she alternated between the pussy and the asshole reaming and rimming and going around the world on the spasming girl who went into a delirium, trance of ecstasy as her body exploded with hot fireball orgasms.
After many hours a limp and drained sweat sheened body cuddled in Sylvia's strong arms. Sylvia crooned to her and kissed the blushing girl on her ear and lips, nipping at her with sharp teeth and whispering into her ears the many wondrous things she would do once they were free. How she would line up half a dozen young studs with eight inch cocks and have them give Jennie the greatest gang bang of her entire life.
"Can I blow them afterwards and lick their assholes?"
"Sure baby, anything you want. Just as soon as we bust out of this rat trap."
Sylvia let her mind spin out the fantasies of the things she would do to Wanda and Elaine when she regained her freedom. And Krakum. That lit-tie scum. She would hang the crud up by his prick. Maybe it would support him, maybe not. Then she would shove an iron bar up his ass and play Dixie on it with another iron bar. After that a few fires under his feet. That should do it for him.
As the two girls played into the night Madame Wanda was being attended to by her new maid, the not altogether unwilling Davey, alias Dawn.
"Do my hair, maid."
Dawn brushed out the long and lush wild tangle of black hair. It was fragrant and the perfume of the magnificently endowed woman was mixed with it. Dawn was almost maddened by the tantalizing presence so close to her.
"Sponge bath." Wanda clapped her hands impatiently.
Dawn administered a sponge rub, bathing every part of the luscious body bit by bit with a damp sponge, a huge puff ball that was fragrant with injected perfume. Dawn took an extra amount of time with the breasts, making the large mounds of softness dance and jiggle with the washing. Wanda was more than aware of her effect upon the slave and let the arousement continue. Soon Dawn was between Wanda's thighs with the sponge. As the buttocks and the cunt were washed the strain became too great. Dawn thrust his mouth to Wanda's cunt and when not rebuked the gentle lapping and sucking began. Wanda closed her eyes and let her mind drift, enjoying the free play of the boy's mouth licking away like a cat's mouth. The tongue swabbed the inner tunnel walls and mouthfuls of the cunt lips were sucked in. The clitoris was sucked and Wanda found herself thoroughly flying with the enjoyment showered upon her flesh by the wild mouth. The boy dug eager hands into the rich buttock curves and caressed them wildly. Wanda smiled inwardly thinking of the penalty she would inflict upon him for pleasuring her with permission. Then the fire and ice went through her body and the orgasms exploded in her. As she was so magnificently sucked she heard footsteps and opened her eyes to see Elaine enter.
Elaine stood back watching the sport. The boy's bared and whip welted bottom peaked out from under his micro mini. His ass trembled with the intensity of his cunt sucking passion. At last he completed his task and she impatiently shoved him away. He looked at her with big bewildered eyes.
"Yes my beamish boy, you did indeed give me pleasure with your agile and fanciful mouth. But my dear Dawn-Davey, did you hear me request such a festival on your part? Not in the slightest. I fear my graceful and prancing young lad that your little butt is in the shit again."
She pulled up his micro-mini exposing his tail. Then the lashing began. Crisscrossing welts were etched into the yelping young boy's soft ass. He screamed in pain and tried to scurry off, but Elaine stepped on his hand, grinding the fingers under her boots.
The whip continued to slice his rump to shreds.
He shrieked with the loud shrill sound of a girl, his voice changing under the toll of the hormone injections which were also causing breast swellings to rise from the diminishing hard muscularity of his chest. His body had taken on fuller contours and rounded curves from the impression wrought upon it by the injections, and he was becoming a boy-girl of exquisite and exciting attractiveness.
At last the whip ceased to slice his rump to ruin. He lay moaning with his face buried in the thick luxurious carpet, sobbing as his ass dropped blood into the rug.
Wanda was unmindful of the damage, the rug was already stained in many places with blood.
Elaine dragged the boy across the room by his long hair, back and forth, leaving a crimson slime behind him marking the drag of his bleeding rump upon the carpeting. He howled with anguish and provoked beyond his disciplined endurance he lashed out at his tormenter, his foot catching her in the belly and slamming her into a wall. He was aware of what he had done and terrified of the terrible consequences almost immediately, but it was too late. Wanda strode over to him with a shit eating grin on her face, sucking her own nipples and burying her fingers in her curly muff as she came stalking at her cringing boy maid.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty. I see that I have to teach you a dire lesson."
"Please-oho-ooohh please. I was out of my head, I didn't know what I was doing."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. But insanity is no excuse, ignorance is not bliss. Elaine is ready to throw herself upon you and tear your head off. Look at her coil into a tight lithe tigress of rage. Observe how her hands claw the air. If she had a tail it would be standing straight up. You will be far better off if I punish you. On your back, face up, hands at sides, mouth open."
The cowering sobbing boy obeyed the command. He lay as still as a corpse while Wanda straddled his head. She rode his face as if she were riding a horse, her crotch bouncing up and down, up and down. She gave him a little hot bitter piss to drink down, and clawed his belly as she galloped upon his head. She leaned forward and mashed her tail down upon his head, wallowing his face, smothering him. He choked as the odorous tangy white meat buried his mouth and nose. She grabbed his balls and bounced them lightly left and right from hand to hand, playing upon his uncontrollable testicle fear. She squeezed his balls hard and then rubbed them between her two straight hands as if she were trying to kindle a fire by rubbing two sticks together. She raised her ass to give him some air, then plopped down again.
"Ride him cowgirl. Yahoo."
Elaine was eager to get her piece of ass off of the boy. She sat on his groin and slammed her fist into his gut.
"Get hard, you bastard, or I'll tie a knot in it." Wanda raised her hot tail and turned to speak to her maid's disheveled and flushed face.
"Suck my cunt and asshole, my wondrous Dawn. And obey the gentle commands of Mistress Elaine if you wish to keep your equipment intact. Do you dig it?"
Davey-Dawn knew a threat when he heard one. He went to work with a will and soon was busily fucking away. Or rather he was being fucked by the wild blonde. He once more sucked Wanda to orgasm and his hot shooting sperm was drained out of him by Elaine's pumping hips. When she had finished and the two women had rolled off him and lay close together playing with each other's tits and asses he expected & rest. He rubbed his whip wealed bleeding ass and wept. He regretted the inequities that had landed him in this mess. But he was not to know any relief from his trials.
Elaine straddled his face. Her sex smelling, come reeking cunt tunnel was oozing out his thick shooting of come and the thinner oil of her own sex.
"Suck my cunt clean, douche bag."
The boy sucked and licked t his own acrid come stains, digging his fingers up her cunt to scrape out the sperm. He ate the cream that was thickly threaded with white patches of spermatozoa.
Krakum made his entrance fearing scorn. But Wanda had a task for him. Without ceremony or her usual running stream of nonsense jumbled prose she pointed to the boy.
"Fuck her ass, fuck Dawn."
Krakum waited until the petrified boy had completed his assignment. Then he grabbed him and threw him down. He jumped all over Davey's bones, rubbing his ass with the boy's long blond hair. He flipped him over and eyed the whip smashed bottom. He groped and gnawed it, drinking salty tasting blood out of the bleeding whip welts. Dawn went into conniptions of anguish under this cruel treatment.
"Not suck him, fuck him."
The tone was an angry one and Krakum hastily stripped off. It was not fast enough. Wanda's capricious anger was now focused upon him. The dissolute black maned beauty seized a long whip which she cracked over his tender tail.
"Fuck bastard, fuck."
Elaine was hysterical with laughter watching the flabby, non-muscular terrified little bugger shove his tool up the boy's behind and fuck away. Davey bit the carpet and tried not to think of his ass being fucked. But Krakum could not be ignored as if he were a bad dream. He drove Dawn's tail like a Grand Prix driver. He fucked in and out, and drove his thing home into the squirming bottom.
Even as this scene went on one of Wanda's other assistants was breaking Marilyn on the rack. The rack was a standard model with a straight slanted frame and one roller that was turned by hand to yank upon the arms. The legs were affixed in stationary bondage. There was a small refinement however. As the rack was drawn out and the body slowly stretched to the point where ligaments and sinews were tightly drawn a spigot cock overhead was opened and boiling water fell out and dropped upon the girl, drop by drop. It was cooled sufficiently as it fell not to scald her but the pain was agonizing as drop after drop of the nearly steaming water splashed upon her writhing torso.
"EEEEaa aaiii."
Cynthia the torturess grinned at the sounds her victim emitted. Cynthia disliked the gagging of a captive, silence was so boring. Cynthia squatted upon the girl's head messing her face with an ass that was sweat streaked enough to turn the unwiped intra-buttoral crease skin into a brown coated creeping crud zone. Cynthia turned the rack as she bore down upon Marilyn, smearing the brunette's entire face with sticky brown creeping crud stain.
The totally depraved Cynthia then kissed and licked every inch of Marilyn's face clean, lapping up the stains of her own mess, while simultaneously holding her own mouth thrust writhing bouncing and jiggling ass under the dripping drops of almost boiling water, thrilling to the little electric shocks of pain in her own bottom. When she had finished cleaning the face she french-kissed the girl for ten minutes, almost draining the gagging captive's mouth clean of saliva. It was a sickening yet enthralling sex mauling, and Marilyn found herself somehow attracted in some strange way to this terrifying and repellant girl.
"Well," Cynthia purred, "time my little lady for your electric treatment."
"Aaaaa, no no, please not that."
"Hell, it's not so bad. I sometimes like a little high voltage myself."
Cynthia strode over to the box generator out of which many wires snaked. Two wires ended in rubber suction cups that were designed to fit snugly over the tip of a breast. A strange expression played upon Cynthia's black face for a second. The girl seldom ever showed emotion except for brief flickering expressions. Her grey eyes were usually quite empty and her face composed into a total nothingness of expression. But at times strange enigmatic expressions would briefly register upon her placid features. Cynthia had straight black hair cut close about her neck and falling across her forehead down to her eyebrows in a straight smooth cut.
Cynthia cupped the two wires over her own tits. Holding them in place she turned on the voltage and felt the current shoot through her tits. She screamed and clawed at the air and then staggered back as the suction cups dropped away.
"Oh shit, that was great."
She soon had wires taped to Marilyn's cunt lips and shoved up her asshole. The cups were affixed over the trembling moist breast mounds. Cynthia ran her hands over Marilyn's torso sweeping up great amounts of sweat that left her hands dripping water. She lapped up the sweat, tasting the mild saltiness. Then she pressed her tongue to the cunt, probing it between the thick cunt lips, parting them and letting her tongue moisten and caress the inner lips and the first inch of the inner cunt tunnel.
"Ready yourself my succulent bitch. Now whore, I blow your mind with the power of the electron."
"NO, don't, I beg you."
All entreaties were vain pleadings. The current was switched on and the voltage shot through the screaming Marilyn. It shot through her cunt lips and asshole and between cunt and asshole. It ripped through her nipples and through the cleavage between her breasts and from tit to tit as they bounced together.
Despite the intensity of her bondage Marilyn rose up a few inches as her body went rigid in pain spasm. Then the current was switched off and she became a mass of quivering jelly. But the ordeal was not yet over.
, "Brace yourself princess. Here comes just a little bit more."
The current ripped through her. She spasmed in anguish. Her body would have jackknifed if the chains had not held her pinioned. Then the current ended and she slumped unconscious.
Cynthia regarded the limp form. Her fun had ended. But it could continue if she revived Marilyn. How best to accomplish that? Perhaps another dose of current. Or a hot cigarette at play between the tits. Or on the crease line between the ass halves. Or a hotfoot with six or seven lighted matches simultaneously. Or needles under the toenails.
Cynthia decided on the latter course. It was the best. She had to thrust but one needle under the big toenail to revive her captive. The way Marilyn screamed intrigued Cynthia. She decided to continue working on the feet. She gave the girl a hot foot. Then she gave her five lashes on the soles of her feet with a birch cane. The screams were most impressive and pleasing. She looked at the tortured body still locked upon the rack. She deserved congratulations, it was a most thorough and professional job.
"Well, you really seem to be tired, my dear. I think that we shall call it a day. I feel a bit fatigued myself. I can feel the sweat sliding between the cheeks of my ass. It feels all icky and sticky. I really must clean it."
Saying this the fiendish girl mounted her victim's face and ploughed it with her ass. She read a book as she wallowed on the girl's face, coating it brown.
CHAPTER FIVE
Elaine and Wanda lay locked in one another's arms. From somewhere they could hear screaming. A dungeon door had been left open and the faint sounds were discernable. Someone would pay with their ass for the mistake in the morning, but the sounds were not unpleasant. They were soothing in a way to the two perverted girls. They caressed and groped each other's massive tits as the slave maid Dawn kept his mouth busily at work sucking their asses. He was secured to the footboard by a chain around his neck just in case he acquired any foolish notions during the night.
"What are we going to do tomorrow," Elaine asked as Wanda dug her claws into Elaine's bottom.
"Tomorrow is another day, my child. I think that we shall drive Sylvia wild with rage by forcing Jennie to eat shit. After that we can pierce her nipples and give her a set of gold rings to match her friends set."
"But shouldn't they have a few more days to recuperate. That idiot Krakum really did a job on Jennie. Almost give her a nervous breakdown."
"That shithead is beginning to get to me. I'm tired of his fucking around and fucking up. The man must go. He is a jive mother, a limp dick, an asskissing butt licker, and a pain in the nest."
"Don't you mean neck" Elaine asked.
Wanda slapped her angrily across the mouth drawing a thread of blood.
"I mean exactly what I state. I mean a pain in the nest. Your cunt is your nest dummy."
She turned angrily to Dawn-Davey.
"Get that tongue into play. I want to feel it up my ass you dumbass goon."
Elaine smiled a delicious conspiratorial grin.
"Why don't we go to work on Krakum. We can replace him with somebody else. We don't need a man stud anyway, if you could even consider him a stud."
Wanda rolled her over and spanked her ass crimson with delight.
"That is one first rate piece of treachery. I applaud the depths of your depravity. That's what we'll do all right. We'll piss in his mouth and shit in his mouth and let him suck our high heels. We'll brand our initials into his rump and put him on a muscle building course. We'll rip him and rape him and rap him. We'll even let Dawn fuck him."
Wanda slapped Dawn across the head, a stinging whack.
"Do you look forward to that, bitch."
"I obey my orders precisely and promptly. I am a slave and my function is to carry out commands." Davey smiled a servile smile showing his teeth.
"That's the sounds I like out of a slave."
The two girls whispered together plotting their web of treachery. They dreamt of the torture they would inflict upon the pathetic boob.
The fool did not suspect the destiny in store for him at breakfast that morning. He sat at the master table snapping out commands to the serving slaves. As the maid Dawn-Davey waited upon him he was constantly mauled and groped by the vicious little man who flipped up the micro-miniskirt and bit chunks of the white buttock flesh. He stabbed fingers up the boy's asshole and played with his burgeoning and expanding boobs. He clawed the welt lines until they broke and blood flowed. He yanked on Dawn's cock and then had the boy kneel between his legs while he emptied his bladder down the boy's mouth. After that Davey gave him a blow job as he ate his breakfast and ended it by swallowing down every drop of come.
As the meal ended the flagrant treachery occurred. Wanda casually leaned across the table and smashed a plate over Krakum's face. The shocked man went down on his back and came up screaming, dabbing frantically at the cuts on his face.
"What did you do that for," He shrieked.
The sinister expressions on the faces of the women told him all he needed to know. He screamed and tried to run. Cynthia casually kicked him in the balls. When he went down Elaine knocked out six of his teeth with a well placed kick. Cynthia followed through with a shot that broke his nose. Wanda gestured for them to halt their maiming assault.
"Leave enough so he'll be worth keeping."
The sobbing broken wretch was carried off like a piece of wood dripping blood and sniveling vain pleas for mercy. He was carried down to the dungeons and suspended upside down from chains. As he was hauled up he disgorged his breakfast. The angered Wanda kicked him in the belly and punched him in the stomach.
"Lower the little fuck's face into the mess."
Krakum's face was lowered into the mess. He sobbed in misery, his face smeared with blood and mess.
His legs were chained wide apart. His arms were bound behind his back. Three quarts of hot soapy water were pumped into him out of an enema bag. He was then left to spend a day or more in that way, his face kicked in, covered with the brown slime welling up out of his asshole, his face dragging in the mess on the floor.
"If Krakum is still in condition tomorrow we'll clean him up and give him a real going over."
"You know," Elaine said, "we can't call him by that hokey name any more. What shall we call the little bugger?"
"We'll Christian the little shit Roach. Yes, Roach. A name befitting his masculine appearance and status as of this date. Our own darling little Roach."
Wanda went off whistling to pay a little visit to Sylvia and Jeanette. She found the two of them locked in the classical position of 69. Jennie was on top and every welt and cruel marring upon the surface of her body was clearly etched and defined upon her sweat sheened skin. Small ripples ran through her pumping ass.
"What scene of merriment do I intrude my presence upon. You two bitches seem to have more excess energy than I would have imagined."
Jennie screamed. Sylvia lunged up from under her and crouched like a panther ready to spring.
"Get your dreary ass in here and we'll see just how rough and tough you really are. Just the two of us."
Wanda laughed at the absurdity of the idea.
"Why risk my precious hide, baldy, fighting it out with you when I already possess and own you. I just came to present to you the glad tidings that Krakum no longer exists. We reduced him to the status of slave and dubbed the little shithead Roach. If you're a dignified and passive girl someday I might turn him over to your blood thirsty hands."
The two girls were dumbfounded but overjoyed by the unexpected turn of events. After Wanda went trailing off to torture new victims they discussed the unexpected development.
"Shit, this is a real break. Maybe we really can make it out of this dump. That's one less crud to contend with. He's out of it."
"I hadn't really felt any hope," Jennie said, "But now there's a glimmer of it. If one is gone we stand a chance. But how would we ever get out of our cell."
"No way. We'll just have to hope that they get careless before they have me all chained up again." Her face went bleak. "Not much chance of that though."
Revolt was the last thing that Wanda had on her mind as she happily went stalking for prey. She pranced into the main cell block. The naked girls in the cells huddled back against the walls, their whip scored and lacerated bodies mute evidence of the punishments inflicted upon them in the dungeons of torture.
"Who shall it be, what lovely lady wins the booby prize and becomes my little pet for the day. Ah, what about Miss Jane Janery. I have not had the pleasure of breaking your ass recently my lovely Jane. So you are the lucky prize in today's drawing. You are the one it shall be."
Jane, a short girl with long blonde hair and lovely large green eyes that were especially expressive of the horror she felt cowered against her bunk. Her cell mate tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.
Wanda rang the bell summoning her two cell block wardenesses. The girls were a terrifying sight with their high black leather boots and leather outfits v-cut all the way to their cunts. They wore leather headbands and carried whips slung over one shoulder. Each Amazon was six feet tall and they were more than capable of handling any of the prisoners save Sylvia.
Sylvia usually contented herself with her special creatures. She rarely ventured into the cell block more than once a week and the prisoners were usually left to the none to tender but preferable mercies of the Amazonian wardenesses. But Wanda was interested in some fresh meat and she wanted Jane's ass.
The tall brutal guards dragged the screaming struggling girl out of her cell. She fought with enormous gusto and stamina for a small girl. As the two towering guards dragged her along they slapped and spanked her bottom until the cheeks jingled like jello and the white globes were discolored a deep hue of scarlet.
Wanda took over the girl when she arrived at the torture chamber she wanted. She dragged Jane over to the chains dangling from the roof of the cell and strung her up by her wrists.
"Now the real fun begins. You remember the real fun, don't you Janie?"
Jane was then introduced to the pleasures of the dildo vibrators. Two enormous vibrators were wedged up her cunt and tight ass. Straps held the two monstrous objects in place embedded within her. Then they were switched on. Jane gritted her teeth but could not suppress the humming groan that came ripping out of her throat.
"Some of my little pets enjoy the dildoes Jane. Some are even more enthralled by the vibrators. I don't understand your objections, its been so long since you've experienced the real thing that the substitute should be enough to hold you."
Wanda decided to give Jane a taste of the real thing. She rang the bell that summoned Dawn. But the boy maid did not come. He was not in range of hearing. Wanda went off looking for him and found Elaine seated on his chest having her pussy hairs lubricated by his mouth.
"You're beginning to take too many liberties with him. I require his services at the moment. I want to introduce Jane to the young fellow."
Elaine rolled off his chest and mashed his face with her ass before jumping up.
"I'll come along. I could use some fresh blood myself."
The two evil girls bit one another upon the throat and clawed each other's red knockers. They caressed the blood lines they engraved on each other's skin.
Jane emitted a piercing scream when she saw Wanda return with the dreaded Elaine as well.
"She remembers your sweet nature and gentle ways, my treasure," Wanda commented.
"If she doesn't I'll soon give her cause to remember."
Elaine ran her hands over the smooth ass marred by the scars of a bamboo cane used by the two wardenesses.
"They've done a good job on her but I intend to do a better one."
"Mine first," Wanda cautioned.
She slashed at Jane with a long black bull-whip. It coiled around her waist and tightened, snapping into her soft flesh. Jane moaned. Wanda whipped her again, slashing a wide gaping tear across one buttock. Then she slashed a diagonal slice over the span of the back and followed this with an opposing slice that cut an X into her body. The dangling white body jerked and threshed about madly under the goading of the whip and the terrible throbbing attack of the two vibrators. Wanda continued to whip the girl, working primarily on her back and ass.
When she finished Jane was unconscious, her body bleeding profusely from the numerous cuts and wounds. Wanda threw a pail of icy water over her head, reviving her.
"Don't go to sleep on us my dear. I have a person here who wants to make your acquaintance. Take off your uniform Dawn and show the child your luscious body."
The maid removed his dress revealing the feminized body of a man with budding breasts and rounding contours. Jane was stunned by the revelation, which silenced her pain momentarily with the surprise.
"Stunning, is it not? Well, you shall have a chance to avail yourself later of his many assets and talents. In the meantime let's see how much good these vibrators have done to you."
The vibrators were yanked out of her. She was so shocked by their action that her pelvis continued to twitch. Fluid leaked out of her.
"Really quite a wondrous effect, is it not."
Wanda thrust her fingers into Jane and twisted them. The tortured girl screamed out her pain. "Very healthy lungs," Wanda commented.
Elaine attached two heavy iron balls to Jane's feet. The added weight bore down upon her straining arms. Fire seared through Jane's armpits. Elaine selected a whip from a rack along one wall. It was a light limber thing, a stinging weapon rather than a mutilating or lacerating implement.
"Now bitch, we'll see how you dance for me." Elaine lashed Jane squarely across her pubic mound. Jane screamed so loudly that Wanda covered her ears.
"The little pig should have gone in for a singing career rather than working the streets where we acquired her."
Elaine struck out at the mound again. The bristly end of the whip flared over the puffy cunt lips and struck the clitoris as well. The blow turned Jane's face a ghastly sickened shade of white. Sweat beaded on her face and her breath came hastingly in gasping spurts.
Elaine lashed the breast globes. She slashed a mass of welts into each globe, until they merged together and long ropes of blood leaked down the girl's midsection. Jane threw her head about, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Wanda watched her with curiosity wondering how much more she could withstand.
"Give her belly a dose of the whip, you tender little thing."
Elaine whipped the belly thoroughly, chopping it up until the lines of red upon it resembling the indication lines on a map. Jane moaned and her head snapped left and right feebly. She bit at her arms to try and drown her pain. Tear streams ran over her breasts and mixed with the scarlet trickles running down them. At last Elaine ended the whipping by flailing at the ass until it was a crazy quilt of whip cuts.
"Quite a good piece of work. But you had better call it a halt now if there is to be anything for our pretty little maid to get into."
Wanda slashed Dawn over the rump. The whip cut his ass cakes open from hip to hip.
"Now you go to work my little transformed stud. I want to see some first rate fucking while I wield this whip upon your blistering bleeding bottom. Don't shirk in your task or your lot will not be a happy one. Now lower your love partner from her imprisonment and spread her curves out upon the stone floor. This will be a sufficiently soft bed for you two I am sure."
The nearly comatose girl was lowered and freed from her chains. The weights were removed from her ankles. Wanda took the light and flexible whip that Elaine had used and loomed over Davey-Dawn. He cringed at her feet and hastily licked her boots in an act of supplication to put himself in her good graces. She sneered at this and dug her toe into his ass.
"Mount her and ride. No foreplay, just put it into her and get your ass in gear. Go slow however, I want the experience to be a memorable one."
A few buckets of icy water brought Jane around. She was horrified to find the boy fucking her raw cunt. The press of his body seared her welted flesh which hurt everywhere. The rough stone under her back was even more pain inducing. She struggled but her strength was gone, it was but a feeble squirming.
"Sock it to her, sock it to her."
The whip rose and fell in a slow measured beat. It sliced the bouncing ass as the crying boy derived little pleasure from his fucking of the threshing girl. She was in a far worse state although he had no feeling for her own sufferings. Compassion was still alien to his character, he was really closer in nature to his tormentors than to his fellow slaves.
Elaine rubbed her body into Wanda's back. She felt the ripe ass move along the mound of her pelvis in a rolling caressing movement. She reached around to dig her probing and stroking fingers through the black curly hair bush into the gaping and moist cunt of Wanda.
The two girls moved in rhythm far more in the state of pleasure than their wretched victims. The boy and the girl continued their mechanical fucking ride with Dawn providing most of the energy. As Jane became accustomed to the wracking pain she felt that she could endure it, but she hoped for the boy to finish and get up off of her. She almost longed for her cold and clammy cell.
The whip continued to do its work. The network of welts spread over the boy's ass and back and thighs. The cruel Wanda had no consideration for the pain he received from her.
"Fuck her to a powder. Render her down to a clear and watery liquid. Make her gasp and pant and call you her darling forever. Oh you stupid little shithead, remember the way you used to be on top. The girls went down on your stick and paid your bills. You played the game of the street and pocketed big bread thinking that the carnival would never end. Remember when you first came here how eager you were for my help and aid, to be concealed until the heat was off of you. The heat will be long gone before you ever leave this place. Oh yes indeed. I let you whip Sheila's ass when you first came here. She had a ball gag in her mouth and could not protest your brutality. You chopped her ass up with rare zeal and looked forward to more. One hour later I had you stretched upon a rack and was whipping your ass to ruin. Now you suffer at my hands. So remember you fool that you did all this to yourself and fuck away. Come on, I want to see that pussy dance."
CHAPTER SIX
The struggling threshing package was unceremoniously dumped on the floor. Muffled noises arose from it. The man who had thrown it down delivered a sharp kick to the most prominent part of the bundle wrenching a terrible scream of agony from within it.
"This is a real lively one. Always trying to run away. I haven't the layout to handle such an extremely unruly specimen so I thought of you. I only want ten thousand for the little bugger." Wander nodded in approval. But she would decide if the contents of the sack was worth the asking price. She looked her visitor up and down, the swarthy cruel faced man with the prominent knife scar running down one side of his face to his throat. He had always delivered prime goods in the past and Wanda was anxious to see what the sack held.
"Open it up and let me have a look at what you have in there. I'll pay the price if I want your little piece of merchandise."
The sack was opened by the two burly assistants that Lassiter had brought along. They spilled a squalling cursing white mass out onto the floor. It was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years of age. He had curly brown hair and big blue eyes. He was cruelly bound with ropes that sank deep into his tortured flesh. His bottom was a spider web pattern of whip welts and a dildo had been jammed up his ass. His back also bore the telltale marks of whipping.
Wanda stalked around the quivering boy. His eyes followed her movements with an impudent stare as he measured and explored with his eyes the contours of her body. She was unashamedly stark-naked and the thatch over her cunt orifice was messy with dried come, most of it her own. Her body was fragrant with the scent of long sustained fucking and sucking in a heated room. He looked up at her cunt crack as she straddled his body. She thrust her hole out toward his face letting him gaze long and hard up into the mystery of her inner cunt which was gaping wide open to his stare. She smiled at him and let him have his greedy fill of looking.
"Like what you see my young dirty minded lad.
This is not the first cunt you have ever laid your fevered eyes upon, is it? You're not a little virgin dick, are you young lad?"
"Fuck off lady."
Wanda gave Lassiter a piercing stare.
"You haven't taught him very good manners, have you tough guy? Rather a bit on the coarse side this young hunk of stuff. He needs a lot of sessions of discipline and many hours of training to learn the proper use of his mouth."
She seized the boy by his ears and twisted them painfully. He looked up at her with a changed expression, terror filling his eyes as he realized that she was a discipline freak and wanted more from him than the contents of his balls pumped into her gaping crack.
"Bad boy," she chided him. "Bad, bad, bad. You must learn that your mouth is for the functions of eating cock and cunt and ass and tit and piss and shit, not for the purpose of insulting and harrying your betters with your cruel and cutting tongue. Very naughty of you to so insult a lady."
Her hands slashed across his face, slapping him with stinging force, back and forth, back and forth. She plopped him over onto his belly and started spanking him. She could sense the men lighting up as she slapped the wealed ass relentlessly with escalating force. She began to crimson the cheeks and he started squalling once more.
"What's this little hunk's name, Lassiter. Or do I just call him douche bag?"
"His name is Arthur Bennerson. We just call him Artie, when we're not calling him cock-sucker."
The two thugs guffawed loudly and obscenely. Their boss joined in. Wanda looked at them out of the corner of her eye. A well knit crew. Real badass mothers. Probably had the kid sucking them until his tongue was ready to drop out. It made Wanda think of something.
"Say," she asked in a suspicious tone, "by any chance does this kid have a preference for cock over cunt. You haven't ruined him, have you? I like to choose the paths that my slaves shall trod as they lay down their broken feet. I like the looks of this kid. I intend to turn him into my personal ass licker and cunt kisser. But I would be extremely pissed off if he has any pronounced leanings in the other direction. I might have to repeat the little treatment I subjected you to the last time you were not entirely truthful with me in a business deal. You remember how I hung you naked upside down by your feet with a vibrator wedged up your ass and shit stuffed in your mouth? It would really be a pity to have to subject you to that once more... or to something worse."
Lassiter's face went dark with the shameful memory of that episode. Someday he would have her ass for that and for bringing it up in the presence of his two hired hands who would have diminished respect for him in the future. That fucking broad could really bad mouth when she wanted to.
As this exchange occurred the brutal hands continued to spank away. The bottom was changing from pink to bright red. The boy squirmed and twitched vainly.
"Artie digs chicks. He loves to stick it into some cunt. That's how I got my hands on his tender little tail. Seems he loves to stick it into tail that isn't altogether willing for the treat. He tied a cop's daughter to a tree in the woods and fucked the shit out of her. Had six of his friends grab sloppy seconds. Then he pissed in her cunt to clean her out and rammed a half ton of mud and gravel up her ass. Pinched his initials into her tail for a chaser. Left them bruised into the skin. All of which caused her pop no end of aggravation and acid indigestion. The papa didn't turn it into the precinct boys but went looking for Artie himself. Threatened to cut off his balls when he found him. Nothing as civilized as twenty years on the inside. The old man caught up with Artie's buddies in ones and twos and put them in the hospital. Busted legs and arms, teeth kicked out, ribs caved in. All basket cases. But Artie was up for the loss of his balls so he took off and ran his ass off. Finally he showed up here on the coast with that maniac still trailing after him. Really snapping at his heels. So he came looking for a place to hide out, go invisible. He found me and I made him invisible. Nobody will ever find his precious ass now, right baby?"
He tapped the boy on his tail and then delivered a powerful wallop to the reddened cheeks. The boy flinched away from him and Wanda could not help wishing to see what Lassiter had been doing to him.
"Why not give me a demonstration of your technique, big man."
"I'll do that for you, if you give us a demonstration of your technique."
The two musclemen were eager for that, their eyes lit up as if it were Christmas and their toys had arrived.
"Okay. That's a fair exchange. You go first." Lassiter jumped on the boy's bones. Curses and entreaties availed the boy nothing. Lassiter ploughed him down and slammed his huge meaty tool up the struggling kid's ass. He shoved it into him in Brutal jerks without a lubricant and then rode his tail off. He went slowly at first then speeded up to inflict the greatest possible pain. Young Artie had a raw and red asshole when the huge brute finally had spent himself and his depleted orgasm shrivelled and popped out. He had really given the boy a fucking, and Artie's asshole was so distended and raw that he could not press his legs together. He howled out his degradation and pain.
"Your turn now, Wanda," ram sneered the grinning Lassiter.
"If he can get his thing up after the way you hammered him into the ground. You have the technique of a runaway bulldozer. Its a wonder you haven't knocked his ass loose if this is the way you sock it to him, you overgrown goon."
Wanda rolled Artie over. His face was contorted in pain. He arched his back and rolled his hips about trying to bury the tearing pain still present in his asshole.
"Come on baby, no time for ceremonies. Mama wants to show the nice man her stuff and your stuff. So do your stuff before I decide to stuff and mount you. Come on stud, do your thing. Groove baby, groove my hole clean off."
The boy recognized a tone of menace when he heard it, and the implied threats were more terrifying than the articulated ones. He braced himself and let his mind dwell on the feast of flesh she presented half kneeling over him, straddling his belly with her magnificent cunt dancing and teasing at his face. She squatted down on top of him and took his thing inside her moist and rubbery cunt tunnel. It gripped him like a vise and she twisted and rotated her hips, turning and bending slightly his hard and rigid tool inside of her as she worked on him. It was more than a great fuck, it was a fantastic fuck, not even entirely spoiled by the way she raked his hairless chest with her fingernails, scratching and etching his skin. He could feel the hotness and the dizzying surge building in his body, than she was pumping and pulling his shots of come right up out of him into her hungry pussy. When she finished she was more than satisfied and the two hoods were almost ready to shoot off in their pants from the spectacle they had witnessed. She looked them up and down and laughed her cruel laugh.
"I can help you two studs out."
She walked over to them and opened their flies.
Their large cocks flopped hard and straight out of their pants. They stared at her awe struck and dumbfounded while she casually yanked them both off at once, pumping their big cannons in her hands, making them come and shoot and fill her hands full of hot come.
When she had finished she turned toward the doorway and barked out a name.
"Dawn."
The boy who had been transformed into a maid came scurrying in. He was wearing a pair of black lace panties under his outfit for once and his masculinity was well concealed. The three men saw merely what he was costumed to be, a pretty blond not very much in the tit area, but with long smooth legs and a well chiseled face.
Without a word Wanda held out her come dripping hands. Davey-Dawn dropped to his knees and began to suck and lick and chew the hands clean. Lassiter felt his tool rising up again as he watched the degrading act being performed.
"What's her name?"
"This is Dawn, and she's not for sale or trade. To get down to business, I'll take Artie off your hands. He pleases me. You've done a lousy job of training him but I'll soon set it right in my inimitable style. You can rely on that."
Lassiter smiled at her wryly.
"Yeah, I can believe it. Terms are cash of course, and right now."
"That goes without saying. I'll go fetch it for you as soon as my hands are clean."
Wanda went off to fetch the ten grand. She left 'Dawn' behind to amuse the guests. She laughed to herself imagining their pleased consternation when they discovered the real nature of the maid.
It did not take long. Their hands were all over Dawn almost before Wanda's footsteps had faded away. The hands groped over the chest, feeling the skimpy tits. Hands raced up and down the thighs. Lassiter reached down the back of the panties to grasp the tender ass cheeks, his favorite portion of the human anatomy. One of his assistants groped into the front of the girl's panties with his hairy hand and then made the discovery. He leaped back as if his hand had been scalded.
"Shit-motherfucker! Its a guy. That ain't no broad, its a boy."
Lassiter yanked the panties down with one firm tug. His face twisted into a smile of delight, highlighting his bad scar.
"Yeah, it sure the hell is a boy. Mighty fine one too."
He seized Davey's limpid dick and jerked on it back and forth. He caressed the full and well-hung balls.
"Don't hold back men, grab a piece. This is even better than a broad. Enjoy, enjoy."
The three men crowded around Davey, jerking him off, kissing him, gnawing his tits through the lacy front of costume, and fingerfucking him.
He was a disheveled mess when Wanda reentered the room with her ten grand. Lassiter's face was flushed and his eyes were crazy.
"I've got to have this piece. I'll give you Artie for him and throw in five thousand of my own money. What do you say to that."
"I don't need money. I have all the bread that I can ever misuse in my greedy well manicured little hands right now. And as I said before, I'm not desirous of selling Dawn. Now I have things to do. So take your bread and vamoose. Muy pronto."
She threw the roll of hundred dollar bills to him. His face was fierce with anger. Wanda realized that she had made a real enemy out of him but she didn't give a shit. Soon she would have Artie on the rack in the torture chambers. That was all that mattered.
The men left. Lassiter was cursing to himself. His rage was amusing. Wanda turned to her new captive and struck him on the chest with her riding crop. She cut a red line into his soft skin. His eyes filled with tears. She struck him on his belly and thighs and whipped his chest bloody. The cracking of the whip made a pleasant sound.
"You probably wonder what your dire fate shall be at my mad and inhuman hands. Well, you have reason to ponder and fear. I'll start you off with the rack. After that we shall progress to bigger and better things. You won't like it but you will find it interesting. Very interesting indeed."
He blacked out as she continued to rain lashes on his helpless body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Elaine sat upon Artie's face as Wanda prepared the apparatus for his torture. She squirmed her ass around smearing his face with the stain and smell of her ass which she had not wiped after using the toilet. She had shitted with her buttocks clenched tightly together grinding the cheeks together so as to increase the messed state of the cheeks. Gurgling, choking sounds testified as to the effectiveness of the torture.
"Take your time Wanda, I could sit here all day."
"Maybe you could sit there all day baby, but I think Artie would find it inconvenient. I'm ready now. Let the fun and games flow on without cessation or pause."
Artie could not fight against them when they tied him to the rack. His body was already badly battered from the whipping and the assfucking from Lassiter. He was fastened to an upright rack with his arms stretched out over his head. His feet were bound with loops of cord which would sink bloodily into his ankles as his body was stretched out.
The two fiendish girls began to rack him. He was slowly stretched out, inch by inch. As the ropes tugged at his muscles the blood began to ooze from the deep cuts the tightening loops inflicted on his wrists and ankles. He began to sweat and drip great masses of moisture and his screams rose higher and higher in intensity. His muscles were stretched out to the danger point and he snapped his head about foaming at the mouth and biting into the flesh of his own arms in his frenzy.
Elaine caught his cock between her thighs and pressed her body to his wracked and sweat sheened body. She licked his still bloody whip welts, licking his wounds clean of blood and sweat as she pumped his cock between her thighs. Wanda gave her a sharp slice over both cheeks with the whip, cutting a welt across the two ass halves.
"None of that my precious. I'll tell you the when and the wherefore. But not before I tell you that 'Wanda says' may you take your giant step." Elaine rubbed her ass welt.
"Alright, but don't go slicing my butt with your whip that way without warning."
Artie screamed. Wanda caught his head in both hands and looked into his eyes with pitying compassion. She kissed him tenderly on the lips. Then her expression changed to devilment and she yanked his mouth open to spit into his mouth. He was in such dire suffering straits that he barely noticed this mistreatment. Wanda gave the wheel of the rack another cranking. He exploded with agony as his body was drawn out another fraction of an inch.
Wanda pinched up one of his nipples and thrust a needle through it. She snapped the flesh back and the needle rested against the flat of his chest narrowly piercing a small bit of his nipple flesh which bled thin streams of blood for a short time from both pierce holes. Elaine subjected the other nipple to duplicate treatment.
"He sure does scream, doesn't he," Elaine commented.
"Too much noise for my delicate ears and sensitive nature. Shut him up baby."
Elaine had a very special way to shut the boy up. She got a roll of toilet paper and wiped her still unclean ass with it. She stuffed the used toilet paper into his mouth until his cheeks bulged with it and it trailed out of his mouth. His brown stained lips were flecked with saliva. His face was brown stained from her sitting upon it and his face reeked of the smell of shit.
Wanda whipped the boy upon his needle pierced nipples. She tap-tapped his nipples, making small spurts of blood erupt from the holes in which the needles rested. She used a cane with a bristly tip. She trailed it along his body, rubbing the stiff wiry bristles into the welt lines in his flesh. She sawed back and forth along the lacerations making him scream in ever increasing agony and unendurable suffering, screaming which was completely muffled by the paper wedged into his mouth.
She tap-tapped upon his balls and prick. He went deathly white and his flesh twitched as if electric current was being applied to him.
"Shit, looks as if he's going to pass out on us."
He did.
"Sure don't make them the way they used to."
Roach was not receiving a treatment as severe as Artie's, but it was no rest cure. He was at the not too tender mercies of Cynthia. Her mad eyes were filled with blood lust and she dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as she tortured him, always a dangerous sign with that s and m nympho.
She had him sitting in a chair with a spike bottomed seat. Blood ran down the legs of the chair and drip-dripped off of it to increase the pools on the stone floor as he squirmed upon the spikes which were lodged into the soft flesh of his rump. Chains held him fast to the iron chair, and he squirmed in vain to be free.
Cynthia sat in another chair, an easy foam rubber chair, sitting upon Dawn's soft boyish-girlish body. Dawn kissed and licked Cynthia's bottom. She lovingly patted his face and pointed budding tits while with her other arm she wielded a long limber fishing rod, the end of which had attached to it several short lengths of leather thong. With this long handled, short thonged whip she kept up a constant flicking flagellation over Roach's nonmuscular chest and shoulders and belly. His body was crisscrossed with a great number of short choppy welts. At intervals Cynthia rose up and walked over to her frightened prey in order to rub salt or vinegar into his wounds. He had passed out several times and been revived with smelling salts.
The miserable Dawn let his tongue roam over a swelling buttock. He was rewarded with a stroking of his face. It was small and inadequate comfort and he wondered if a chance at his freedom would ever come. He was less closely watched since his hormone induced partial feminization had shown such good results. They were not expecting much trouble with him now, where could a boy with tits and girl's clothing run to anyway. The place was so damn isolated and he was never out of the unlocked areas unless one of the bitches was with him. He probably could not escape alone on foot even if he did get out of the place, which seemed a remote possibility.
But with aid it might be a different story. His thoughts turned to the wild woman in the isolation cell with Jennie, the tough black girl Sylvia, that everyone seemed to be a little bit afraid of. She was probably just as eager as he was to escape. But he had not seen her for days and could not get near her without keys. But he could not get his hands on keys any more than he could get his hands on a weapon.
It suddenly came to him that this was the perfect time. He knew from listening to conversation between Elaine and Wanda as he licked their high heeled boots clean that the black girl was unshackled in her cell. They intended to start working on her and Jennie very soon. The next day in fact. Their plans had been put off by the visit of the slavemaster, Lassiter and the new addition. But as long as they were with Artie, the time was perfect.
It was getting toward the late hours of the afternoon. They had been torturing him in the very next adjoining chamber on a rack for over an hour. They would stay with it, he hoped, for several more hours. That left Cynthia, with keys and a mind that was not always clear due to her mania for torture.
If he could trick her, get her to go with him to the isolation unit, he could pull it off.
He looked up at her as he tongued and nibbled at her rounded hips. Her eyes had a far off dreaming look. She was almost mechanically continuing to whip away at the pathetic Roach. This was the right time. But how to present it to her. He tried to come up with an angle. Out on the streets he had always been a first rate hype artist. If he was clever enough he could pull it off. Then it came to him. She had not talked with Wanda or Elaine that day. She had not seen Sylvia and Jennie for several days. He would try it.
"Do you know," he ventured, "what Sylvia has been doing to Jennie in that cell they're in?"
Cynthia looked down at him. There was interest in her eyes.
"What has she been doing?"
"I heard Wanda tell Elaine that Sylvia has turned upon Jennie and has covered her head with shit. She made her eat some of it and covered her head with the rest, even filling her mouth with it. She has Jennie sitting on the toilet with her ass all swollen out from an all night spanking and her face covered with -shit. Every time they make some more shit she adds to it. If Wanda leaves them in there long enough Jennie is going to be covered with shit from head to toe."
Cynthia ran her tongue over her lips. Her hands clenched and unclenched.
"That doesn't sound likely. I thought that they were real bosom buddies."
"They were but those things change. You know that. The way they are, being slaves, and the foul temper that Sylvia has, they were bound to fall out. If Sylvia can't get her paws on her tormenters her rage is bound to turn on a handy target, dig it?"
His eyes went wild with mischief. He twisted his face into an obscene grin.
"Why not go and see what they're doing in there? You can take me along. I could lick your ass as you watched them. Perhaps you could even shit in my mouth as you looked at Jennie's bald head all smeared with shit. That would really be a wild scene."
He had her. He could feel her cunt lips going hot as he kissed them. Her tits rose up hard and ripe. Her eyes rolled.
"All right. Come on, let's go see it for ourselves."
She gave Roach a kick in the belly. He was almost too far gone to react to it.
"Don't go away you little fruit. I'll be back in the by and by to finish the job I started."
It was not very likely that he would go wandering off chained to the spike bottom chair. The two of them went dancing off to the cell unit in which the two girls were.
Cynthia was clad in nothing save her boots and a broad black leather belt in which several whips were holstered and from which her keys hung. As they walked she spanked Dawn's soft ass and the boy-girl sucked at her shoulders and tits.
Then his breath caught in his throat. They were standing before THE DOOR. The keys were taken out and inserted in the lock. The door opened. They stepped in and Cynthia turned around and relocked the door from the inside. Then they strode over to the door of the cell.
"What do you want motherfucker," Sylvia growled.
Cynthia's eyes went wide in astonishment, perplexity, and disappointment. As she turned toward the lying boy he smashed a left into her belly and followed through with a right cross to her jaw. She might have overcome him anyway but he slammed into her knocking her back into the cell door. As he pinned her struggling body against the cell slamming his fists into her midsection shouting, "Get her, get her fast," Sylvia hurtled forward. Her strong arms shot through the bars and closed in an unbreakable hold on her throat. As she choked Cynthia, Davey smashed his fists into her jaw. She slumped unconscious.
"Get us out of here fast," Sylvia pleaded. She knew that this was the break and everything had to move and move fast.
He fumbled around for a while with several keys until he found the correct one that opened up cells. In a trice the two girls were free and he had a powerful ally.
"You got any plans mother. You must have something in mind or you never would have risked this."
Sylvia flexed her muscles. She ruefully ran her hand over her shaven pate.
"I'm going to pay that bitch Wanda back for all of this in blood. I'm going to give you the fuck of your life for getting me out of that cell."
"No time for any of that now, Sylvia. I know where Elaine and Wanda are. They've got themselves a new fish and they're socking it to him in a dungeon chamber not too far from here. The one with the upright rack."
"I know the one. Let's just get over there and get into them. Take along her whips for weapons. Use the hilts as blackjacks or billy clubs. But I'm going to do the main fighting so let me lead off. We'll rush in on them. I'll slam down Elaine and then go for Wanda, I'll have to handle her. You two finish off Elaine if she needs it and then give me a hand."
The door was Opened and they stepped out of the cell block. They locked it behind them, leaving Cynthia within the cell within the cell block. She was effectively out of action for the duration. They went off to get their vengeful hands on Wanda and Elaine. They were a strange trio, the two bald girls, one with nipple rings in addition, and the boy with feminized curves and budding breasts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wanda grasped the needle that she had thrust through one of Artie's nipples. She held it between two fingertips at the base and then turned it round and round, winding up the pinch of flesh through which she had thrust it. She let it go and it spun about in opposition to the winding direction. The boy moaned through his odorous improvised gag.
Elaine pinched up his cock and flopped it back and forth between her hands. She ran her palms over his sweating flesh scooping up handfuls of moisture which she brought to her face. She sniffed the sweat in her hands as if she were a glue freak sniffing airplane glue.
"You're getting as weird as Cynthia," Wanda commented in disgust. "Cease and desist before you give me acid indigestion. You really are developing piggish ways."
"Comes with the job. I've been breaking ass too long. But tell me, do you consider this more normal?"
She jabbed a sharp nail into the boy's armpit and drew a red blood line all the way down the side of his body to midthigh.
"That is more like it. It may not be normal but it is not freaky. Better to break the ass of a stranger than to pick one's own nose with a dirty hand. Ponder on that one for awhile. Anyway, I admire your technique. Don't stop with just one, really rip him up."
Elaine turned toward the doorway into the adjoining chamber.
"I hardly hear that creep Roach screaming anymore. Just little babbling noises. I don't hear any action occurring. Cynthia must be taking herself a break."
"She might be off working on Marilyn," Wanda said. "Or maybe off with our little Dawn. Anyway, we have things to do here. Get to work on him." Artie tried to focus his wet pain dazed eyes on them. He could scarcely believe that they intended to torture him still further. But apparently that was what they intended. The fingernail poked between his chest halves and drew a bloodline down the length of his torso to his groin. Elaine followed through by scratching a crude ring around his belly. She added three more making it a bulls eye target.
"Not bad. Maybe we could figure out something to do with the target."
Wanda jabbed him in the navel. She clenched her fist and hammered a series of shots into his guts. His belly began to bruise up.
Suddenly the door swung open. Two light and one dark form came slamming through the door. The dark form was leading off, a bald headed woman with golden rings through her nipples. She came roaring in with maddened wild beast eyes and brought a tremendous right up from her hip. Elaine .caught the shot square on the jaw. She went slamming to the floor out cold, balling up in a corner of the room. Blood gushed from her mouth. There was not any need for the clubbed whips of the two follow up slaves to drub her into unconsciousness, she had almost suffered a broken jaw.
Wanda recovered from her shock almost instantaneously. As Sylvia started a follow-up right at her Wanda brought her foot up sharply delivering a kick right into the hairy pussy mound between Sylvia's thighs. As Sylvia doubled up Wanda followed through with a boot to the point of her descending jaw.
"You fuck."
Shouting the angry insult which accomplished nothing Jennie rushed in wielding a clubbed whip at her adversary. Wanda blocked it with a straight arm and dropped Jennie with one punch to the jaw.
Davey stopped shot in panic. This was not working out right. Cursing he changed the hold on the whip and lashed out with it at Wanda's eyes. He caught her across the cheek slicing her flesh as neatly as if he had cut her with a knife.
Wanda charged in screaming in hate and fury. She knew that she had a scarred face without looking at it, she could tell it was a deep slash. She kicked the boy in the groin and smashed him in both tits. As he crumbled up she brought her knee up into his face smashing his nose.
She reared back to kick his face in after he hit the floor. But as she was about to cave in his skull a powerful arm shot out and knocked her anchor leg out from under her. She landed on her ass. Without looking she knew it was Sylvia and tried to roll away, but a strong hand snarled in her long black length of disarrayed hair and smashed her head against the hard stone floor, dazing her. As she fought for clarity Sylvia lunged to her feet and grabbed two heavy handfuls of the black hair. Then half squatting she leaped into the air yanking with all of the strength of her arms and shoulders, tearing out two enormous handsful of black hair at the roots. Screaming Wanda went into a writhing contortion fit of pain on the floor, a death dance of agony, arms and legs flopping and lashing in all directions.
"Suffer, motherfucker."
Sylvia seized both ankles and split the legs, twisting the ankles as she spread the straight legs out, wedging her foot into the pelvis. She had good balance and control, perfect leverage, and Wanda screamed and struggled as her legs were split and spread. Then the foot reared back and smashed into her gaping cunt. Wanda jackknifed free in her agony and rolled about clutching at her injured pelvis.
Sylvia caught her from behind in a bear hug. She lifted the anguished woman clear off the floor and then crashed her ass down onto the hard unyielding stone. Wanda's eyes rolled in their sockets.
Sylvia dug her teeth into the bleeding gash and yanked at the meat, splitting the flesh wide open. Blood jetted out of the enlarged slash. Sylvia smashed her fist into Wanda's face, breaking the white woman's nose. Wanda lashed out feebly, barely impressing Sylvia with a right hand counter to the face. Sylvia only grinned at her as she grabbed both of Wanda's breasts and twisted them with all of her might. Wanda screamed and tugged at the strong hands crushing and clawing her boobs. Sylvia smashed a fist into Wanda's belly. Wanda went down under the lunging weight of the black Amazon. Sylvia pinned her arms. The barbaric nipple rings were rearing up upon Sylvia's thrust hardening upturning iron firm tits. Sylvia could feel the charge running through her body as she smashed her tormenter.
She pinioned the arms under her strong thighs. What should she ruin first? Wanda was a trapped animal, her panic stricken rolling eyes mutely begging for pity. She who had never granted an iota of mercy to anyone.
Sylvia lifted up her arms and hammered both fists into the melonous breasts. The black fists vanished into the piles of white flesh as they sank so far they almost cracked the breast bone. A thundering scream was wrenched from Wanda.
"Scream all you want bitch, nobody answers screams around here. Your two tall goons won't be helping you."
She slapped the tits back and forth, mauled them with her claws, hammered and pounded them until they were reddened and blackened lumps of smashed flesh. She hammered and punched Wanda's face, cutting her up, surrounding her tear drenched eyes with blackening puffed flesh. Wanda was so badly battered that her own mother would have found it difficult to recognize her. But Sylvia was far from satisfied. She continued to pound away. She knocked several front teeth loose in their sockets. She grabbed two of them and yanked them out from their loosened roots. She rolled Sylvia over and shoved the teeth up her ass, wedging it all the way home into the channel beyond the asshole.
Wanda was semi-conscious. Blood poured out from her mouth, nose, face cuts, and whip gash. She babbled nonsense in a broken voice.
"Now to get after those last two, your cell block Gestapo."
Sylvia managed to revive the other two. Jennie was not badly hurt. Davey was infuriated by his broken nose. His groin had almost been ruptured.
He was too weak to be of any assistance. Sylvia gave him the job of securing Elaine and Wanda. She waited and helped him start. He tied Wanda's arm to the foot of the rack. Then the three conspirators unbound the limp Artie, who collapsed in a bloody brutalized ball when he had been freed of the cords binding him.
Wanda's legs were then bound to the stretching bar of the rack and she hung upside down on it, bleeding from her face. Sylvia turned the crank tightening the rack up. Wanda found the reserves to howl with full volume as she was stretched out on the upright rack, head down.
"Okay, now take care of Elaine yourself. After you finish with her you can start in torturing this bitch. Find some tweezers and pluck every hair in her cunt out. Yank them all out, every one of them. And pinch her clit a lot with them tweezers while you're defoliating her."
"You know," Jennie said, "that busted mouth of hers really shut off all of that bigshit talk of hers. The dictionary mouth bitch. Maybe we can pull all of her teeth out. That would put a crimp in her yakking it up."
"Good idea. Right now lets get those other two bitches."
The two wardenesses were busily engaged torturing Jane in the cell block they ruled with iron hands and velvet gloves.
The girl dangled from her thumbs and big toes while the two fiendish Amazons sewed her ass up with surgical thread. It was a favorite technique of theirs and many of the prisoners consigned to their tender mercies when they had become old hat to Wanda bore the tiny marks surrounding their clits and ass creases and along the inner curves of their breasts that showed how they had been sewn up with surgical thread.
As they worked on the screaming girl, sewing up her ass crevice, suddenly they were attacked by a howling black fury armed with a huge ball bat, used for breaking ass but now utilized by Sylvia for breaking heads. She wasted no time on formalities.
One of the bizarrely clad Amazons went down immediately with her head split open, blood pouring from her cracked skull.
The other one backed off in alarm and panic, desperately eager to reach the alarm button, not knowing that there were none left to come to her assistance. Sylvia tossed the bat aside and waded into the huge woman. A left broke the giant's nose and a right hook sent her front teeth shooting out in a flood of blood. Sylvia caught both powerful counters with her forearms and then coldly and mercilessly broke both of the giant's wrists. The girl went down huddled in a knot and screaming with foam welling up out of her mouth. She stared at her broken wrists.
The inmates of the cells screamed for blood. Her eyes filling with tears of pity and the sight of Jane's suffering Jennie tenderly released her from her bondage, trying not to hurt her. Then she began to unlock the cells. Soon a vengeful howling triumphant joyful mob of prisoners were surrounding their rescuers. All of them bore the marks of abuse. All were heavily scarred with whips and needles. Many were branded with W on breast or buttock. They clustered around screaming their hate out at the cringing Amazon with the broken wrists. Sylvia was busily attending to Jane, removing the surgical thread that had partly sewn up her ass crease. The poor girl rubbed her face into the black breasts of her rescuer and licked her flesh. She wanted to lick every inch of her rescuer's body, to suck her feet, to eat shit out of her ass in sheer appreciation of what had been done for her.
Sylvia lined up her rescued troupe. She had an idea. At her command the two guards were stripped naked. They were pathetic sights. The unconscious one was revived with buckets of ice water and smelling salts. The one with the broken wrists and smashed in face begged for mercy.
Sylvia had a girl grab each leg, of the two brutal Amazons. Four vengeful girls hugged the long curvaceous legs tightly. At the word of command from Sylvia they simultaneously cracked all four limbs. There was an inhuman crescendo of noise for a few seconds from two huge mouths as the Amazons jerked around like worms. Then they slumped into blackness, their legs twisted into crazy angles, the white bones showing through the skin. They had been royally paid back, they had suffered massive retaliation from the damned.
CHAPTER NINE
Most of the prisoners were swiftly released with money from Wanda's coffers and clothing from her luxurious wardrobes. Sylvia wanted most of them out of the place, too many cooks spoiling the broth of vengeance. The witches in her hands would never last under the weight of the punishment that the entire crew of slaves could inflict. They were turned loose after they were sworn and threatened to silence. They left in two of the cars, and Sylvia was left to take her vengeance with Jennie, Davey, Marilyn, and Jane. The new arrival Artie, also insisted on staying. He had no desire to go out into the world at large where some maniac was still hunting his tail and balls.
It took a few days for the skimpy and hasty repairs to set in on the battered Wanda. The two Amazons were in splints and not worth the effort for weeks. They lay in their beds without pain killers groaning piteously.
Sylvia had Elaine and Cynthia at her tender mercies for the moment. They were in sufficiently healthy condition to appreciate the things that were to be done to them.
Sylvia rubbed her hand over her shaved head on which the first short fuzz was sprouting. Ruefully she considered how long it would take for her hair to grow back. She looked down at the prominent holes in her nipples where the gold rings had once been. She would pay the scum back for that as well.
Jeannie was heating some needles in a brazier. They were long needles, the type used for piercing nipples. Elaine watched the preparations, her eyes sick with horror. They were preparations for herself. She tugged vainly at her chains.
Davey played with her bouncy tits. He jiggled them on his fingertips and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His hands wandered to her snatch and he parted her pussy lips to slip three fingers up her cunt sheath. He chewed the nipple pellets as he finger frigged the unwilling blond.
"I wonder what her tits are going to look like with those things in them," he questioned Sylvia. He held up a set of gold rings before Elaine's frightened face.
"Pretty damn good. They'll match her hair, while she's still got hair."
Sylvia emphasized the threat by grasping a handful of the golden hair and yanking it out at the roots. As she worked on the girl her ass was loved and tongue washed by Jane, who had insisted on almost continually performing this service for her rescuer. Since the downfall of Wanda Sylvia had been the recipient of all the love and devotion she could handle. Davey had given her some great fucks and every rescued girl had added her own measure of ass and cunt licking to the rewards meted out to her. Jane insisted on not allowing Sylvia to use the toilet, but wanted to eat the shit out of her ass. Sylvia indulged this fancy, but intended the bulk of her shit to go for the care and feeding of Wanda and Elaine. But at the moment it felt good having Jane kneeling behind her licking and blowing up her ass.
"They're hot enough," Jennie proclaimed easing a needle out of the fire with long tongs.
Sylvia donned a pair of heat resistant gloves and took the red hot needle from her in a set of pliers. Davey donned a pair and grabbed Elaine's tit. He elongated it in his hands, gripping one nipple at the tip and stretching it out.
"Hold it steady there, we wouldn't want any accidents."
"No, no," Elaine screamed," Don't do this to me."
"Better be quiet scum, and hold still. I've never done this before, I'm not a pro like you and your friends. We wouldn't want an accident, I mean it would be hard for you to grow a new set."
Sylvia approached brandishing the red hot needle. She brought it close until Elaine could feel the blistering heat. Davey stared into her face with an avid, fiendish expression, his cock iron hard, holding the tit steady, the nipple pulled out into a long pinkish finger. Then with a sudden movement Sylvia pierced the nipple with the red hot needle.
Elaine screamed and screamed as the red hot needle sizzled in her flesh. When it had cooled off, only then was it withdrawn leaving a rounded hole with blackened rim within her nipple.
Sylvia treated the burn with ointments and lotions. She smeared the ring with salve as well before she engaged it into the nipple hole. She twisted it in and locked it in place. "There, a neat clean job if I say so myself. She really does those things proud. Well, now for the other one."
Davey gave the screaming girl a tug on her nipple ring which was lodged in a still burned nipple hole. The reaction was extraordinary, she emitted a great scream that went on and on and on until Davey impatiently rammed his fist into her gut, choking off her wind.
The second nipple ring was placed on her other tit after a repeat of the operation on the first one. She was most unhappy when the whole mutilating experience had ended.
"Now you know just what it feels like. You did that to me without any consideration. I don't know if these holes in my boobs are gonna heal up or not, but one thing is for sure, yours won't. That's cause they're gonna be used one hell of a lot. I might even find some heavier rings to put through them."
Jane walked over to Elaine and caressed the sobbing girl's mutilated knockers. She tentatively pulled at the nipple rings. They fascinated her. She wiped away the wet trails running down Elaine's cheeks.
"Poor thing," she crooned. "Poor tortured baby. But I'll make you a nice hot shit sandwich for lunch. Won't that make you feel better."
That promise brought on a new fit of screaming and shrieking.
Sylvia picked up a whip. She slashed it across Elaine's rump.
"Shut up."
She slashed it again and again over Elaine's ass, chopping her bottom to pieces. The whip tore deeply into the blood splashing bottom. When Sylvia had finished she rubbed salt into the wounds as an added touch.
Cynthia watched the butchery with a strange rapt expression on her face. Her masochism was being aroused by the savage slaughter. Marilyn wielded a whip on Cynthia's tits while the massacre continued. She cut the boobs into sections and they sectioned these parts off with welts. She criss crossed welts on the shapely mounds until they dripped blood on the floor. Cynthia threw her perverted head back, tears dripping from her closed eyes, face contorted in a pain and pleasure expression.
"Don't know whether you like it or not, do you freak. I'll show you."
Marilyn seized a red-hot iron out of the brazier. She rammed the searing metal between Cynthia's breasts, grinding it into the cleavage. It seared the insides of her tits and the soft skin between as the vengeful Marilyn ground it around in the flesh. Smoke and the sickening smell of burning flesh filled the air. Cynthia fell into a dead faint.
Sylvia gave Marilyn a disapproving stare.
"She'll never last the course if you're this rough at the start."
"I don't give a fuck whether she lasts or not." Davey stepped up close to Marilyn. He parted her ass cheeks and oozed his hard cock up her ass hole.
"What you need is a good dose of Greek fucking to calm you down."
"That's what I need all right. Ride my ass hole baby. Make it smoke."
Sylvia watched the fun. She ran her hands over her black breasts feeling the hardening in them. Her hands dropped to her crotch. Torture was sexy business. She was horny as hell most of the time now. She would have to give Artie a try pretty soon.
Jennie knelt before the ebony Amazon and pressed her mouth to the spicy and hairy pussy hole.
"You eat me out good child, while I finish whipping this bitch to pieces."
The whip rose and fell. It coiled around Elaine's waist and sliced deeply into her soft stomach. It groped and seared her curvaceous breasts and looped over her shoulders to strip the skin from her agonized back. One lash cut into her armpit. Her suffering went on and on interminably.
Later that day Wanda began to pay for her misdeeds. She was dragged screaming and squalling along the corridors down to the lower level dungeons. Artie and Davey pulled her along, chains rattling and feet dragging. Their rude hands mauled and groped her cunt and boobs. They had no regard for her wounds either.
Wanda was no longer beautiful. She had a broken nose and missing teeth. There were great masses of hair torn out and a livid whip scar half healed slicing across one side of her face. Sylvia intended to do still worse to her.
She was thrown into the dungeon where they all awaited her. Sylvia sat upon a throne-like chair regal as a queen, Jennie and Jane at play between her legs. She looked her captive over with the cattish stare that Wanda had regarded her with so often.
"Why don't you finish me off," Wanda mumbled.
Sylvia cupped her hand to her ear.
"Hard to understand you anymore the way your teeth are. Guess it would be only decent if I fixed them up for you. After all, I was the one who broke them."
Sylvia was dragged over to the chair and held down by vicious hands that clawed and gouged at her flesh. Artie seized one tit and twisted it as if he meant to tear it off. Jennie rammed a hand up Wanda's cunt tunnel all the way up to her wrist. She raked the inner walls of the pussy hole with her sharp nails. Wanda shrieked and went into a kicking howling spasm. She shook her tormenters off. Sylvia kicked her below the belly button, collapsing her like a limp doll.
"Hold her down, don't do anything else. Just hold her, and jam that mouth of hers open."
Strong hands pinioned her, and held her mouth gaping wide. Sylvia selected a good-sized pair of pliers and loomed over her foe. Her dentistry was not up to professional stands, but a degree in butchery was more in the line of what she had in mind for Wanda.
"I can't do anything about those choppers I knocked out. I'm really sorry about that. To show my sincerity I'm going to take out a few more. Sort of even things out for you."
It was really a struggle then to hold Wanda in position. But the feat was accomplished and soon Sylvia was busily at work on her, yanking out teeth. She pulled the back ones, the big ones. She had no intention of evening it out, she wanted the damage to be as choppy as possible so as to increase the problem of dentures. She pulled six bloodstained teeth out at the roots with pliers and deposited them in a bowl that was soon stained scarlet with blood. When she was satisfied with her deteething, Wanda's head slumped forward on her breast. Blood oozed down her body, between her tits, along the cleavage to run down into the plucked pelvic mound.
"I think I'll be satisfied with that. We don't want to go to extremes. She'll need some teeth to eat her food and shit with."
Wanda was doused with ice water and when sufficiently revived dragged over to a pulley in the center of the room. Wanda was about to undergo the maximum treatment. "Lucky for you that you're as healthy as a horse. This treatment might kill you if you weren't a strong bitch."
Two nooses of stout rope dangled from the pulley. Wanda's face went ashen as she realized what they were intended for. She tried to speak but merely gushed blood and inarticulate animal noises from her tortured mouth. She struggled but her sweat sheened body was drained of its strength and easily restrained.
The two loops were tossed over her breasts. Sylvia pulled each tit through its noose and pulled the ropes tight. She then pulled on the rope, tightening the nooses into the soft breast flesh. Wanda felt the first surge of pain and knew how unbearable the agony would be when she dangled off the ground hanging by her tits. She tried once more to speak but burning agony filled her mouth and blood welled thickly over her lips. She choked and spat blood out of her mouth. She still could not speak words. It was hopeless any way. They intended to do this and worse to her. If she was lucky she would die some time during the tortures they inflicted on her. If not she would live on as a broken basket case, a wheelchair wreckage envying the dead. There was no hope of salvation, no one to rescue her, and nothing she could offer her tormenters. She could only hope for a quick end, a futile hope at best.
CHAPTER TEN
The screaming bitch queen of torture was slowly drawn up off the floor by her tits. The breasts stretched out and elongated into great teardrops of strained flesh. They turned white and then purple as the ropes sank into them almost slicing them off the twitching body.
Jennie brought a torch close to the whip marked bottom. She moved it back and forth under the fleshy seat. The ass cheeks reddened and blistered, bubble blisters dotted the discoloring skin. Jennie removed the torch from close proximity and set to work on the blistered beef. She clawed and raked the pink hued flesh, cracking open the heat blisters. She crushed and broke them one by one, not knowing if this pain could even compare with the agony in the stretched out tits.
Sylvia looked up at the suffering woman with a face empty of any trace of pity. All that was happening to Wanda was deserved a dozen times over and more. She had been riding for this fall for a long time.
Sylvia seized two handfuls of stretched tit and bent them backwards, twisting the long white bunched up tit mounds in her strong hands. She observed the stretched skin behind the rope nooses, how the skin strained to tear and let the boob rip off.
Sylvia reached out a ruthless hand and clawed the half roasted buttocks. She sank her nails deep into the blistered skin and gouged long deep bleeding grooves in the meat. The body trembled in agony and the bladder let loose its load. Sylvia sprang back to dodge the flood. She surveyed the mangled breasts with satisfaction, the pressed down blood congested pelleted mounds atop the long drawn out cones behind the nooses.
"Let her down."
The hysterical Wanda was lowered to the floor. Her eyes were fixed in a rigid stare and she neither blinked nor shifted her gaze. Her entire body went stone stiff and rigid. Blood streamed from her mouth where the teeth had been wrenched out.
"Ice cubes for her."
A bucket filled with chunks of ice was brought forward. Her assistants expected Sylvia to throw the contents over the shocked form, but instead selecting two pieces of appropriate size she rammed one of them up Wanda's cunt all of the way up the tunnel and the other one in her mouth, sending a burst of new pain exploding through her cunt hole and far more horrendously, through her detoothed mouth. Ice gnashed upon her bleeding gums where the back teeth had been yanked out. Wanda snapped back to her surroundings with a terrible threshing explosion of limbs in all directions. Her sufferings were monstrous. Sylvia flipped her over as casual as a fisherman turning over a catch flopping itself to a waterless death trapped on beach sands after being plucked from the sea. She jammed a thick, jagged chunk of the cold white ice up Wanda's ass. Then she seized two huge chunks and ground them into the torch blistered bottom cheeks.
Wanda tried to batter her head into insensibility upon the stones. Sylvia and Jennie dragged her to her feet. Wanda found some slight relief as the ice up her ass, cunt and mouth were dislodged. Her body shook as if she had a bad case of malaria.
"Well, you heartless bitch. Now you have some idea of what it feels like to undergo some of the things you've put others through. There's nothing been done to you that you haven't done to others. If the law was ever to get on to you for your crimes you would never see the outside again."
Right then Wanda would have preferred imprisonment for life as if it were salvation itself. Her body was in hideous condition and even Sylvia could see that she had to have a break.
"Chain her up to the wall. We'll get back to her later."
The luckless Wanda was fastened to a wall. Jennie stuffed a soiled pair of panties into her mouth.
"Don't go away, we'll be back later."
There was not much chance of her going anywhere. The next stop was at the room in which the two wardenesses were being allowed to recuperate. They were in traction, their broken legs stuffed into massive and amateurish splints wrapped in great swaths of bandage. The one with the broken wrists was truly in pitiful circumstances, her four bandaged limbs spread out.
"Please," one of them pleaded. "We have to have a real doctor. When our bones knit together we'll be crippled maybe. We're going to knit up all wrong, these splints aren't right. We need professional care. You can't let this happen to us."
"Oh yes I can. You should have thought of things like this a long time ago. If you have to limp a little for the next twenty years or walk with a funny kind of crooked gait, well, tough shit. You're lucky I didn't kill you, because all of your victims were in favor of it."
Jane gave them a long unrelenting hate stare which began to chill them with fear.
"I don't care how badly hurt they are, it's not enough payback for what they've done." She rubbed the stitch wounds along both sides of her buttocks cleavage line. "How about letting me put a little itching powder on Marth's booby. She won't be able to get it off with her arms in traction. It's little enough compensation for all of those months of torture they inflicted on me."
Sylvia shrugged with mock helplessness.
"See what I mean. They really want your blood. And who am I to be rotten enough to deny it to them. Alright Jane, smear her tits down good. While you're at it you might as well smear some on the inside of her cunt and on the clit button. Put the other one's arms in bondage and give her some of the same treatment. We'll come back for them tomorrow. Better gag them so they don't bite their tongues off along about the middle of the night when it's really going to be stinging them."
"NNNNoooooooooo! "
"Oh yes, and I'd advise you not to toss around too much unless you want to tear up those bones again."
The two Amazons were left at the merciless mercy of Jane. She gave Sylvia a long sloppy wet kiss inside her anal tunnel to show her appreciation. Sylvia was touched by the girl's genuine desire to kiss and suck her ass clean on a continuing basis. When Sylvia was back on the scene out in the real world she would' miss that kind of dedication and attention. The thought of the outside world made her hunger for it. As soon as her appetite for vengeance was glutted and a modicum of her hair had grown back she would leave that rotten hole forever.
Elaine and Cynthia were not pleased to once more be the objects of their former captive's craving for vengeance.
Two whips struck out wrapping Elaine in their mutual embrace. She lunged against the clutch of her chains as the enwrapping coils broke her flesh. Blood surfaced upon the lacerated skin as the whips unwound and snapped free. Jennie was proud of the whip technique she had mastered so rapidly. Marilyn looked down at her own badly scarred body, the welts healing with appalling slowness, and wished that she could go on whipping Elaine forever. She went to work on Elaine's buttocks, slicing the already chopped up ass slowly to shreds. Jennie lit herself a cigarette and positioned herself in front of Elaine, blowing smoke up into her face and occasionally jabbing her with the cig.
Davey walked over to Cynthia, whose eyes were wide not only with fright, but with the strange twisted desire for punishment that at times overwhelmed her. Davey rammed a huge dildo up her ass, grinding and twisting it into her. As her body lunged forward her eyes closed in ecstatic anguish and her breast tips swelled and changed and became rock hard pellets. Her clit poured forth its vintage as the last inch of the rubber phallus was forced up her tight complaining channel.
Sylvia played with the hard rubbery tit tips, making them heat and react between her well versed talented fingertips. Artie stood aside puffing on a joint and letting his mind fantasize on the torture being inflicted.
Sylvia wanted information from Cynthia, the story of her wicked ways and sick life.
"A bitch like you Cynthia, doesn't know if she wants to dish it out or suck it up. Suppose you tell me about some of the things that people have done to you. Sometime in the past you must have been somebody's foot slave. If your story is horny and hot enough to satisfy me I won't break your nose or knock any of your teeth loose."
Cynthia shuddered at the thought of the disfigurement. She was not that extreme a masochist. She began haltingly and then warmed into it.
"When I was fifteen I was the high school blow job queen. I went down on the football team after every victory. I once blew twenty guys after school in the cafeteria. A lot of guys could tell that I was hot for something else besides fucking and sucking. The would mistreat me, whipping my ass and humiliating me.
"One really sick boy that nobody else in school would have anything to do with really could tell what I needed. He had the same appetites. He began seeing me, forcing me to do things. He would make me walk in front of him down dark streets at night with my panties pulled down and a stick up my ass. He would whip my bottom with his strap back and forth walking behind me. Or he would tie me to a tree and stuff handfuls of grass up my ass and cunt, and force me to chew some of it. He would drag me by the hair over rough stones, or over dog shit. Whenever we came to dogshit he would do something with it. Sometimes we would walk at night and I would wear tight toreador pants, they were a big thing just then. He would stuff all of the dog shit he could find down my pants."
Sylvia grimaced. It took all kinds.
"Sounds good so far. Keep on talking, While horny Dave continues to play with your boiling hot melons. If we like your story I'll let him screw you."
The two girls torturing Elaine continued their action without regard for the story that Cynthia was telling. Elaine's body was covered by whip welts streaming blood from many places and her breasts were dotted by the lit cigarette that Marilyn employed. She lunged forward and back alternatively, trapped helplessly between the two tormenters.
Cynthia continued. "He would bury me up to my neck in the ground and leave me there overnight. Somehow I felt warm and secure out there in the dark with insects buzzing at me and no one around. He would come back the next day and dig me out. Before doing that he would tease me with itching powder and castor oil. Once he spilled worms on my head.
"He would tie me up and spend hours chewing and handling me. He would keep seizing handfuls of my flesh, letting it snap away, then seizing it again. He played with me remorselessly. He kept handling and fondling me and rubbing me. He stuffed garbage up my ass and cunt. He hung me head down from the branches of trees and swung me back and forth, back and forth, like a pendulum. It was sheer ecstasy.
"He would tie me to a tree trunk and use my ass for a dartboard. Or rope whip me, until I was covered with stinging marks.
"Sometimes he would lock me up in closets or trunks or in the trunk of his car. Or he would dig up a coffin at night in the cemetery and make me get in it with the corpse."
Sylvia almost jumped out of her skin.
"Enough already. That boy wasn't vicious, he was damn crazy. And you're crazy too."
"If I'm crazy then I'm not responsible for my actions. So how about turning me loose."
Sylvia burst out laughing. She seized hold of Cynthia's tits and twisted them in her strong hands. She picked up a whip and flogged the girl on the breasts until she bled from a pattern of crisscrossing welts. Sylvia gave her thirty good hard ones across her breasts.
"That was a clever notion, but not clever enough. I'm not going to let you off. But you seem to thrive on pain so I promise you that you're really going to enjoy the next few weeks."
Davey gripped the dildo in his hand that he had shoved up Cynthia's ass and yanked it out. It was brown stained and strong with ass odor.
"Suck on this for awhile."
He shoved it in her mouth. Cynthia ecstatically licked and sucked the dildo clean of her own mess stains. Sylvia felt a strange elation at the thought of torturing such a willing victim.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sylvia reclined in Wanda's spacious bed smoking a stick of her best grass. Jennie shared the bed with her, head buried between Sylvia's luscious thighs. They watched one of Wanda's prime porno classics on a home movie projector, The Blind Shepherdess and the Donkey.
Wanda was present also clad in a maid's uniform, kneeling in a corner licking away at a series of thigh high boots that had been appropriated from her wardrobe by Sylvia. As Sylvia had told her "You won't need them any more and fortunately we have the same shoe size."
Sylvia glared at Wanda. The scars on her ass that showed as the micro-mini rode up on her thighs were becoming less prominent. Many of them did not even look like permanent whip scars. She would have to do something about that. She snapped her fingers.
"Pig, get your dreary ass over here."
Wanda scurried over, and stood rigidly at attention before her mistress.
"Give me a sheepish grin and show me your beautiful pearly white teeth."
Wanda wept as she smiled, showing her broken smile with the many missing teeth. Jennie ran a mockingly sympathetic hand up Wanda's thigh until it reached the pelvic mound which she clawed brutally. Wanda flinched but did not fall out of rank. Wanda reached out and took hold of one of the tits. Wanda doubled up with unbearable agony just from the touch of the hand. Her knockers had been stretched a permanent inch by the hanging and she could not bear to even be grazed by a hand on the delicate melons.
"Turn around, bend over, and hold out your dumb ass for punishment."
Wanda obeyed without hesitation. Her plump bottom thrust back. Sylvia fingered the damaged places. She pried apart the cheeks and thrust a finger up the anal tunnel. One half healed welt looked as if it would not require much effort to open it up again. Sylvia seized two pinches of flesh on either side of the welt and yanked them apart, slowly applying increasing pressure until with a tearing sound the welt split open along its length and blood gushed forth. Wanda could not hold still for this treatment and tore away from her tormenter.
Sylvia wanted to provoke the cringing broken woman to resistance.
"Come over here. I want to feel up your broken nose and scarred cheek and missing teeth."
Wanda went pale. She staggered forward like a sleepwalker. A look of profound weariness and apathy came over her ruined face. But as the black woman fingered the long whip scar and the broken nose that had healed up with a large lump upon it and ran her fingers along the inside of Wanda's mouth exploring the ruins, and as she laughed about it and laughed and as Jennie joined her in the cruel laughter it became too much for Wanda. The old almost forgotten vicious madness reappeared in her eyes.
Screaming an insane cry of hatred she lunged at her antagonist, her nemesis, her ruination. Her claws reached out for Sylvia's eyes, to gouge them from their sockets. But Sylvia was expecting her and was quite prepared for her onslaught. She rolled away with catlike grace and then crushed her cigarette out upon Wanda's bare thigh. Wanda lunged out at her without breaking stride. Sylvia smashed her hands aside and seized the two elongated breasts with a twisting wrenching action. Wanda went down in excruciating torment and Sylvia rolled lightly over the edge of the bed and landed on her victim's back. Wanda suddenly summoned the strength for a supreme effort and managed to dislodge the powerful Sylvia. But as she attempted to scramble away. Sylvia reached out and caught her by the skin of her crotch. She hooked her fingers into the tender pelvic pulp and yanked Wanda flat to the floor. She pinned her down effortlessly and then straddled the weeping girl's back. She tore away the back of the microminiskirt exposing fully the soft rounded bottom.
"I had intended to whip this to bits but I think a little spanking instead would be in order. So suppose we say one thousand-on each side that is."
The black palm rose and fell. The strong hand smote the right bottom cheek with stunning force. As it lifted the impact left a clear handprint for several seconds. Then the hand fell on the other side. The bleeding welt received that blow and blood was smeared upon the white skin. Up and down the hand rose and fell relentlessly. Soon the entire area was deep crimson turning to dark scarlet. Wanda clawed and chewed the carpet as the spanking went on and on. It had barely started, a mere few hundred blows had been landed. Already the agony was intolerable and if the full two thousand was delivered, Wanda would have a pained ass for a month. Not that her bottom did not already throb with constant pain from the numerous whippings it had endured. Wanda chewed away a section of carpet and filled her mouth with it to prevent herself from biting through her tongue in her distress. Her tits were on fire as well, and there was not an area of her body that was not experiencing some anguish.
Jennie rolled off the bed and onto Wanda's skull. She bore down with her weight on Wanda's head as Sylvia continued the inhumanly massive bottom tanning.
While this occurred, Davey and Artie were sharing a joint and becoming better acquainted. They found that they had much in common including a need to exercise caution once they were back on the outside and a mutual liking for the enslavement of young girls.
Artie was fascinated by the tits that Davey sprouted. He fingered the stubby pointed little boobs that were slowly diminishing and vanishing due to lack of renewed hormone injections much to Dave's delight.
"They sure are something," Artie declared. "Maybe you should hold on to them. There could be some bread in having a cock and a set of knockers to go with them."
"Then you grow yourself a pair. The chicks I know wouldn't be interested in a stud with boobs. I'm gonna be glad when they're all gone."
"Won't be long now. Just a residue left. But they are still pretty groovy."
He fingered the boobs and ran his hands over Dave's ass. Dave was naked, feeling a trifle faggy. Artie had developed a bit of taste himself for the male stuff after his long experiences with Lassiter. Whatever reservations the two of them had were long gone considering all that had befallen them. Along with their inhibitions.
Davey purred a little as his body was felt up.
He was charging up, and his cock began to rise up hard and stiff. Artie noticed it and opened his own fly. He allowed Davey to fondle it. Their hands now played upon one another in rhythm. Artie commenced sucking the tit growths.
Marilyn came walking in on them and caught them together. She laughed derisively.
"Why don't you save that up for us girls. There are four of us and only two of you to go around."
"If you want something rammed up your hole so bad why not go give Roach a piece of it," Artie retorted.
"Shit, I almost forgot about that little bastard, Krakum. He hasn't been getting enough punishment lately. I'm gonna go down to the dungeon we're keeping him in and rip his ass up good. You guys want to come along?"
"I don't dig whipping guys," Artie answered. "You go give the mother his lumps."
"Sure thing."
It had been a number of days since Roach had received any severe punishment. He had reacted badly the last time, almost going mad. He had foamed at the mouth and gone into a fit resembling epilepsy. It had taken many doses of smelling salts and a bit of electric current through his balls to snap him out of it. And the punishment had not been very severe either. Sylvia had merely strung him up by his thumbs and filled him with three quarts of hot soapy water up his ass. She had then wedged a huge cork stopper up his hole to hold it in and strapped it into place. He had squalled like a baby as the girls took turns whipping him on his water filled belly. His inflated body had made a perfect target as they took their turns gashing and welting his dirty hide. His distended guts had made sploshy whooshy sounds as the whips had cracked upon his anemic hide.
When they had finished they had emptied him out into a metal trough placed under him. What had followed had been pure magic. A wondrous form of discipline. The sniveling dog as well as Wanda, Elaine, and Cynthia had been lined up, four pigs to feed from a trough. They had dipped their, heads into the brownish mess and lapped it up, drinking and eating it as the whole pack of punishers had whipped their asses to bloody shambles. The whips had fallen almost at random on whichever ass had seemed free of a lash at that second. They had exchanged targets and merrily whipped away until the four creeps had lain there with brown smeared faces besmeared with crap vomiting all over themselves rolling about with whip torn bodies covered with a multitudes of injuries suffering almost unbearable torment. It was what Sylvia had waited to see, the pack of them broken and beaten down.
It had been a satisfying triumph. But that weakling Krakum had carried on as if he were being slaughtered. It had been a disgraceful exhibition of cowardice. Marilyn did not expect him to show any greater fortitude when she worked him over.
He squeaked and began to sob when she entered his dungeon. He had been locked kneeling within the devil's Cabinet, a box in which the imprisoned victim was jabbed with many sharp spikes not keen enough to pierce the skin but capable of causing considerable pain.
"Well, I see you're as shitty a yellow belly bastard as ever. After all of the things you've done to me you have no right to complain of anything I do to you."
She stepped up to him and seized his nose. He howled when she pinched it between two fingers. She raised her other hand and snapped the edge of the palm across his nose. It did not break, it had already been broken, the bridge lumped and bent.
"Now what should I do to you."
She racked her brains for a fitting penalty. Then it came to her. She decided to weaken him first so that he would be easier to handle. A session with the stomach pump accomplished that. When she opened the cage door of the Devil's cabinet and let him out, he collapsed in a dribbling mass of limp flesh and rattling bones.
He was truly a nauseating sight. He had lost some ten pounds during his ordeal and his skin hung loosely upon his frame. He had the look of an inmate of a labor camp. Marilyn rolled him over with her foot. He lay on his back, his chest heaving. Marilyn rammed her spike heel into his mouth. She ground it around inside his messy, saliva dribbling orifice.
"Lick it, toad."
The broken man obeyed her command. He slobbered on her shoe. His technique displeased and sickened her.
"I said lick it, you prick. Not dribble on it. Now get with it before I blow my cool."
He quivered with cowardly dread. He really was a case. She could almost pity him if he wasn't such a little crud.
"Get over there by the parallel bar."
He wiggled wormlike across the rough floor until he reached a bar that was waist high from the floor. It was surrounded by ring bolts set into the floor and there were straps affixed to the bar in various places. An overhead pulley from which wrist ankle cuffs at the ends of iron chains dangled completed the elaborate and exhaustive means of torturing and binding a victim on the bar. "Straddle it, crud."
He feebly managed to throw his body over the bar. One leg dragged on each side. He felt dizzy and held on with both hands. As he teetered and trembled, Marilyn affixed his ankles to cuffs and tied the chains attached to them through two opposite ringbolts fastening him to the apparatus. She then strapped him to it by means of a wide strap attached to the bar which she fastened tightly around his waist.
"What are y-you do-do-oo-ing to me."
"I didn't think you still had the energy to speak. Shut up and don't ask dumb questions."
A slaughtered animal had no wonder about his fate but a human can know the terrors of the imagination while awaiting the slice that cuts off life and fear. Krakum began to whimper with uncontrolled bitter self-pity.
"Damn you Roach, shut up."
Her hand cracked across his mouth. She hit him once again, with her fist, smashing him square in the mouth. Blood spurted. He got a grip on himself and managed to stifle his noise to barely audible sobbing.
"That's better."
His arms came last. She fastened his wrists together with handcuffs. Then she tied a chain around the small chain linking the cuffs and ran it through the overhead pulley. Then she began to pull it taut, hand over hand, drawing his arms up behind his back, pulling at them until they began to wrench at the sockets of his shoulder blades and his noise became loud and shrill.
"Eeeaaaa. You're tearing my arms loose. OOOOwwww."
"Not quite, but I will if you don't shut your damn mouth."
She drew it all the way up until his arms were at the greatest strain they could tolerate without ripping from the shoulder sockets. Then she tied it off. So far, so good.
"I improvised this one myself. But it reminds me of one of the little games you used to play with me.
"Do you remember that little game. Do you, shit-eating bastard?"
Much to his profound regret he did remember it. He screamed as he realized what she was going to do to him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marilyn started off by shoving a studding wooden dong up his ass. It drew blood as it inched along up his anal channel. She thought that if either of the boys wanted to use his asshole as a fucking hole they would find it very messy.
Next she set to work on him with a whip. She began with his buttocks, cracking the long black lash into the buttock contours, cutting deep welts into the scarred butt. She sliced it raw and then went up his back to his prominent shoulder blades which were strained deeply by the position of his arms. She flogged him quite raw and then admired her handiwork.
"Wish I had Wanda's gift for lengthy discourse so that I could comment on this job I did on you. But I think words would be redundant anyway. Well, now to rub in the salt."
The salt application vied with the whipping for the intensity of the pain provoked in the sufferer. It was as if the welts were being lanced with fire. He suffered rare agony. Generous handfuls were ground into his blood stained back and backside. When Marilyn finished she had turned him into a creature that could not stop screaming.
"The best is yet to come, bubbie."
She fastened electrodes to the ends of the metal bar. Then she switched on the current. Lighting and atomic energy blasted through him. His spasm shaken carcass tried to rise up clear of the bar as the current flooded through him. When it was switched off he flopped back like a dying fish out of the water, his body beaded with moisture.
Another shot of current went through his ugly body. He shook and threshed and screamed and shrieked. He was limp when the current was switched off the second time.
"They don't make these shitheads the way they used to."
Even more grotesque screams were being torn out of Wanda by Sylvia. Wanda's ass was a shade of deep purple. Her bottom cheeks had begun to swell out and inflate. The lumps had begun rising in the deep purple centers of each cheek and rose up and filled out until inches had been added to the size of the hip span.
Sylvia's hands ached from the fatigue of delivering nearly one thousand spanks to each side. She was spanking slowly now, feeling the sting of her palms as she battered away. She would have called it quits but she had promised the dirty bitch one thousand on each side and that was what the whore would get.
Wanda had made a mess of the rug. Her bladder had released under the strain of her suffering and she was wallowing in a pool of her own piss as she endured the unendurable. She had literally bitten the carpet to shreds in her desperation and only the self imposed gagging prevented her from biting off her own tongue in the extremity of her anguish.
Jennie squatted on the bed watching the brutal ass breaking. Indeed, it really was the breaking of an ass.
"Sylvia, I'm getting sick of this. If we stay around much longer we're going to wind up as dingy as these freaks. We're never gonna want to leave, we'll keep on sticking around here to hand out one last dose, one final lesson. So what will it all lead to? We've just about wrecked them. Let's finish the job and get the hell out of here."
Sylvia continued to spank away relentlessly but she was deep in thought considering her friend's well thought out idea. That was indeed happening to her. She was getting too big a charge out of breaking her foes down. But how could they just leave. It suddenly occurred to her that they would have to finish the job somehow. Otherwise the creeps would eventually recover (as much as was humanly possible, the body does not grow spare parts) and think of their own vengeance. They would have to be left in condition that would prevent them from ever harming another innocent person.
Sylvia looked down at the woman she hated and despised. This was her doing. She would dearly pay for it.
"I don't know if you can hear me, you dirty slut. But if you can, hear this. We're not going to leave you and your crew in any condition to pick up where you left off. Not by a long shot. Not after all the trouble we went through to bring you down. We're going to leave you in bondage to rot, hanging in chains and swinging from the rafters. If by some incomprehensible magic you manage to get loose before you starve and dehydrate and turn to rot, okay. If not, tough shit."
"So you mean to burn them," Jennie asked in awe tinged with fright.
"What's with the gangster term. No, I'm not going to off these pigs. I'll leave that to nature. But we sure can't leave them to recover at leisure and after a long convalescence with medical attention and a long visit with a reputable plastic surgeon, to come after us. I'm not going to spend my time wondering if one or more of these scum will ever be after my ass again. Do you want it to be that way?"
"No, not like that."
"Then we have no choice except to be certain they're not going to get loose and come after us."
Wanda bet her head upon the floor in despair. She understood all right, she was finished. That black bitch was going to wipe her out.
Artie had his long cock up Davey's ass. He drove it back and forth, screwing the tight asshole with his arms locked around Davey's body gripping his tiny pointed tits. He had spanked the cheeks hot before diving into him and it felt good to feel Dave's warm tender bottom against his belly and balls as he screwed away. Jane came in on their fun. The sight of the one boy cock riding the other's tail, his ass bouncing upon the ass of his buddy fired up her own inners. She wanted a piece of the game.
She acquired a strap on dildo and smeared it with vaseline. Then she squatted down behind the wild ass riding the wilder ass and pried Artie's buttocks apart.
"Brace yourself, my lad, because I'm coming in there."
"Come ahead," Artie encouraged.
"Oh god, fuck me, Artie, fuck my dirty cornhole ass. And let that crazy shitgulping broad ram her thing up into you."
Jane ran her delicate hands through the two mane's of hair, one blond and one brunette. They were really beautiful.
She held the ass cheeks wide and poked the tip of the dildo through the anal ring, the puckered needle hole that she so deftly threaded. She slid the cock all the way into him slowly, beginning a wild thigh and pelvic dance up his constrained tight ass tunnel.
Artie felt the wonderful cool feel of the vaseline de-frictioning the phallus driving into his rear. At the same time he felt the tight clasp of Dave's ass on his cock. It felt great, being sandwiched between the two of them, socked into two sockets so to speak. Jane caressed his back with her boobs. He could feel the tight hard diamond nipples dance up on his backbone. She drove it into him and grooved it around in his tube.
"Fuck fuck, keep on fucking," Dave screamed.
"I'm fucking you Dawn," answered Artie slipping into the girl name that the witches had given Dave and which Artie had never addressed him with. The wild three cornered screwing went on and on.
Back in the dungeon Marilyn was sitting on the back of Roache's neck. She ran her palms over the growing bald patch on his head.
"Losing all your hair, boobie."
She plucked dozens of hairs from the perimeter of the balding patch that covered most of his skull.
"What little you do have shall soon be gone and forgotten."
She clawed his back. Her nails lodged in a welt line and she tugged them along the trench, slashing away caked blood and salt. She kept dragging her nails back and forth until he screamed out of control. Then she slammed his mouth shut so hard she chipped some of his teeth and knocked a few loose. Blood flowed from his mouth.
"Tough, rough."
She seized his ears and yanked his head back. Then she slipped her hands under his chin and locked his mouth shut. She probed at his nostrils which were streaming blood.
"You are leaking all your red out."
She leaned back against his jerked up arms. They were a good backstop. She began to rock back and forth riding the back of his head. He groaned soft whimpering sounds.
"You are fading away fast, Krakum the Roach. Soon-nothing left at all."
Sylvia was carrying Wanda down to the dungeons. Now that her decision was made she wanted to do it fast and get the hell out of there.
"Not very long now, bitch. Soon it'll be all over."
She dug claws into bottom cakes that pulsed with heat. She ripped the tender flesh filled skin as easily as tearing paper. A long scream showed that Wanda could still react with sound.
Somehow Wanda summoned the reserve to form words. Her voice was slurred with pain and the gaps in her teeth.
"Money," she croaked. "I'll pay you lots of money. Mercy, mercy."
Sylvia laughed and clawed the broken ass again.
"Already got all your bread, whore. Your memory is going bad."
She deposited Wanda in a dungeon cell.
"This is it for you bitch. This is where you rot away. The end."
She stuffed a large rubber choke gag into Wanda's mouth. She chained her arms behind her back and cuffed the fallen dominatress' hands together. She fastened thigh bands around her upper legs with spikes along the insides of the bands. Blood ran down the white limbs. She stuffed rubber dildos smeared in medicinal rub into Wanda's front and back. Then she chained her ankles together and chained her wrists to her ankles bending her back into a bow.
"That should do it. Good bye bitch."
She chained Wanda to the bunk of the cell and left her there to rot away.
She went stalking the others. Krakum was no problem at all. The apparatus he was bound to would hold him. She stuffed a dildo into his mouth to stifle his screams and fastened it in place with a leather band. Then she gave him the word.
"This is the end Roach. We're leaving in the morning and not coming back. All of us. Nobody is ever going to come back. And if they do, they might never find you. These dungeons are concealed by sliding doors that camouflage into ordinary surroundings. A real secret maze under a normal looking mansion. You have to know where the doors are or find them by accident. Nobody will be here for years probably. We won't leave any mess upstairs, we'll leave everything neat and tidy. Your fates will be run out in solitude and in solitary confinement. You will each rot away, every crud in his own mess. While you're slowly expiring you can think of all the misery you've caused and where this has led you. Adios, Roach."
If he could have screamed he would never have stopped until his voice broke. He listened to his death sentence in a swelter of sweat and slime. He strained at his unyielding bonds. His end would be a particularly unpleasant one. The strain of his bondage would finish him first.
Elaine took her sentence with a bravado show of indifference. Sylvia had to admire her cool.
Sylvia realized that she did not want to finish off Cynthia. She ran her hands over Cynthia's curves. She squeezed the big knockers and kissed the slavish girl on the lips.
"What if I didn't finish you, but took you along. Think you could ever reform."
"Yes, oh yes. Take me away and I'll be your slave for life. You can do anything with me. Pull out my fingernails, give me boiling water enemas, make me eat your shit, brand me, anything at all."
"I'm not Wanda, you pathetic little thing. I'm not going to do all of that. But I am going to punish and enslave you until I'm convinced you're fit to go out on your own and will never get involved with a setup like this one again."
"You have my word."
"And if you ever reveal to a soul anything about this place and what has transpired here I'll burn your face off and cut out your tongue."
"I could never tell anyone about this place. I'd go to prison."
Sylvia considered for a moment what would happen to her if any one ever talked. She would be in real trouble. How could she depend on those two freaky boys? And what about Marilyn and Jane? And Jennie for that matter.
Well, it was too late now. She had to go through with the exterminations.
She bound up Elaine, stuffing her asshole, cunt, and mouth with rubber tubing. She thrust pins into her breasts and added little bit of cruelty and then locked her up inside an iron maiden to rot away.
The two wardenesses were easy. Sylvia increased the bondage imposed by their bed confinement and then removed their splints. She left them that way gagged and out of action, two turtles on their backs.
Later around midnight she laid the word on her fellow conspirators.
"I should have chased you all out of here long ago," she finally added. "But it's a little late for that. We're all in on this. If anyone is ever in trouble with the law they better not mention this place or what happened here. Not ever."
She gave the two boys pointed looks.
"Hell, we're taking their money and everything of value. When we clear out of here we're committed. So we have to stick together in this," Marilyn added.
"What we have to do," said Davey, "is make sure we leave nothing important behind upstairs. Not a reefer, not a whip, not a record, nothing. A clean place. The bottom locked up and concealed. All neat and foolproof. We'll go over the topside with a fine tooth. No slipups."
For the rest of the night they thoroughly went over every inch of the mansion. All implements of torture, all personal effects and clothing left behind went down to the dungeon. All pot, booze, food, everything in fact to indicate residence in the mansion went downstairs. And every inch was double checked.
In the morning they made ready to leave. The dividing of the last valuables and cash had been hacked out. There were three cars left. Sylvia and Jennie took one with Cynthia. They would spend a year in Sylvia's coast place, easing things off. Cynthia would spend that year with them. They had stories ready to explain their long inexplicable absences.
The two boys took another car and headed for the border. Dave knew a man who could hole them up on the other side.
Marilyn and Jane took the third vehicle. They intended to spend some time just traveling around getting used to freedom. Jane insisted on giving Sylvia one last long expert reaming job before they departed from one another.
Sylvia and Jennie stood arm in arm watching the other vehicles depart.
"That Jane sure did have a craving for the brown of your bottom."
"Cynthia will have to take her place now," Sylvia answered. She glanced at the weirdo girl who took the news with an acceptance partly based upon desire.
"Now let's get out of here. I want to be long gone from here when those scum down there are long gone. I guess they prove the old proverb, 'They who live by the sword shall die by the sword.'"
Somehow the words seemed inadequate to quell Sylvia's own doubts. She hoped that the memories of the place would not come back in the night to haunt her for very long. She had survived the tortures of the dungeons-but the worse torture chamber of her own mind might yet off her in the end.
