Madame Domina dug her hands into the mass of white ass meat. The boy had a large, soft rump, a huge nest of soft baby fat flesh. She wrenched and wrung the fat through her spiked gloves. Gashes were torn into the tender flesh. He squirmed and tossed, the foam breaking from his mouth. Aurora Bryant, a.k.a. Madame Domina, had been working on the boy since the early morning. His bottom was the last section of his body that she vented her displeasure upon. Her spiked gloves tore up the soft material.
She took a break, lying in front of him with her legs spread and her huge, hairy beaver pelt all exposed to his hungry eyes, dulled by pain as his desires were.
"My poor cherub, you must get over these fits of rebelliousness. I've told you again and again that all of these efforts on your part to cause me trouble are wasted. Now, sooner or later, you are going to arouse my anger for real. And after that happens, I will be unable to answer for the consequences."
The boy writhed in a pool of blood, groaning with the pain. His back had been flogged until the long red welts laid thick upon the skin in a cross patch confusion of red stripes.
"Please, I need a doctor."
"Why do you always make such a fuss. A boy your age should show some spirit. I'm sure that Janice can attend to you in satisfactory manner."
"No, not her. She'll only hurt me worse."
"Nonsense, you really are a stupid asshole. Janice loves you, after all, you are her slave. She'll take good care of you and patch you back together. Then she'll give you a nice fun ride on her dildo. Now, you know that you love it when she straps you on, as you kids say."
"She almost tore me apart the last time. I think she'll kill me if she doesn't use a smaller thing."
The boy broke down into whining sobbing into his pillow. Aurora explored his asshole. It was pretty raw and butchered, bloody all along the inside.
"You do have a point there. I'll talk to her about it. I don't want her to do you any serious harm."
The boy's spirits picked up. He knew that his mistress was truthful in this. The bitch was not quite as brutal as some of her insane friends. Whenever he cursed his lot, he thought of some of the other slaves he had met, and their inhuman masters and mistresses. At least this one was not a complete lunatic.
She pressed close to him, inching her naked tail along the bed. Her ass ripples, the flesh creasing and rolling in a very arousing, horny way. He could smell the rising odor of her hot desires emanating from her hot box.
"Now I want you to show me how much you love and cherish me."
She pressed her cunt to his mouth. The hairs tickled his face. He pressed his tongue along the outer lips, covering them with short, licking swipes. As his tongue began to work faster, and he wet the inner lips, she pressed closer to him, mashing and grinding hot cunt meat into his face. She wiggled in heat, her breasts rising and re-molding into hard cones. Her nipples erupted, stiffened, and stood up on the upward rising sweep of her long, pliable tits. She rubbed her hair pie all over his face, her spurting juice coming all over his face, into eyes, nose, mouth, messing him up the way she loved to mess him up.
Her daughter Janice was lying naked in bed in her own room, bored and sullen. Her mother was playing with her own, pet slave, Janice's property. Janice rolled over on her belly and began to sock her cunt into the pillows piled under her. She forced the dildo up her cunt deeper into her. She shivered and squirmed as the small spikes bit into the vagina. She clenched the dildo tight, vising it until the spikes rubbing along the inside of her box began to make her explode with ecstasy.
Danny had been her slave for six months, ever since his capture. It had been simple enough, picking him up after school and bringing him home to score on some grass. Grass, hash, uppers, downers, and blasters.
He had awoke the next morning, wearing a pair of black silk panties, on his belly, his body in the grip of a large, hairy man.
A camera was clicking away, a movie camera was also taking in the scene. He screamed in shock, grasping the hands fondling his ass, tearing away from the terrifying stranger.
The man had grabbed him by the wrists and wrestled him down to his knees. A fifteen year old boy had no chance against a strong, hard case bastard. Pete Canoe had raped the boy's ass. He had torn off the panties, sucking his nipples, kissing him all over the face. Danny had fought and struggled, a futile waste of energy.
Janice filming the rape had been driven off in her own panties. It was a wild scene. A great fucking and sucking party. The boy, driven down to the floor, the big man straddling his chest. And then the cock into the boy's mouth. He had spat it out, but Pete had grabbed him by his long, golden hair.
"You eat me, you little bastard. You cock suck me good, or I'll kick the shit out of your head. Suck my cock or I'll kill your ass."
Then back into his mouth. The boy sucking away, sick at heart. His mouth sliding up and down the big organ. The cock jamming deep into his mouth, the head rammed back into his throat, half choking him. Pete sitting on him, a triumphant expression of sadism and lust on his face.
Madame Domina sitting in a corner, playing with herself, shoving a vibrator up her cunt, sliding it around in the greased hole, while she watched. Her slot filled with hot juice, running and splashing down her long, shapely, white thighs.
Janice whacked her pussy off on dildo and pillow thinking about it. Her pillow was stained with her pussy juice, and the aroma curled up into her nostrils. She wished that she had Danny in the room with her, or could be part of the fun in her mother's bedroom. But her greedy mother wanted all of the pleasure to herself. Her mother could be a real bummer some of the time.
She thought of the boy lying there, his face sunk in devastation and sickness. His forehead beaded with sticky sweat, sobbing away as the slimy come bubbled and flowed out of his mouth. They did not force him to swallow it down.
Pete rolled him over, and pinched his ass. He pulled up a hunk of white baby meat and rolled the whole expanse of the ass through his traveling fingers. He goosed his fingers up the boy's ass, and felt his bottom up until the new degradation made him tremble and shake out of control.
"What are you doing. Who are you?" Stuttering words from a mind still numbed and dazed. Drugs and shock confused his words.
"We're nothing but fun people," Aurora said. "You came home with my daughter and you got stoned. You were high boy, you were really winging around the room. You took her into the bedroom and stripped her naked. First you fucked her cunt, then her ass, then her mouth. See the little bite marks on her tits. Well, you had a ball, baby. But now our friend, Pete wants a ball. So why begrudge him a little pleasure, just because its inconvenient to you."
"Inconvenient. My God, he made me blow him. He wants to fuck me like a fag."
"More like a boy than a fag. If you were gay, he would not be interested in you."
"Let me up, I don't want to do this. You can't make me do it."
"If we're talking about legality, little boy, you broke a lot of rules and regulations last night. You smoked dope, you fucked my underage daughter, you did all sorts of perverse things with her."
"You gave me those drugs, lady. And your daughter led me into her bedroom. My God, what am I talking to you for. You're all crazy." Suddenly he remembered the cameras taking in all of the action. He screamed and tried to curl up into a protected ball. Pete spread him out and turned his ass up to the cameras. The movie was made, the Polaroid snapped away in the hands of Judy, the other child bitch daughter of Madame Domina.
"What are you doing with that camera."
"We're making a fuck movie. We'll edit out all of this bullshit of course. Turn it off for a while. Let's talk with this delightful young boy. He seems to be uncomfortable."
"What are you making a movie for. You can't make a fuck movie with me."
"We've already made the big blow job scene. As you can see, we're just about doing what we want to do with you."
"But you can't do this. I want to get out of here. You fucking, shit sucking, motherfucking bastard, get off of me. Let go of my ass."
The boy kicked and squirmed and tried to get his hands free, as Pete tickled and groped his ass. Pete buried his head in the boy's bottom and took a healthy bite out of his dancing cheeks.
"Eiiiiii. He bit me."
"He's getting it ready to fuck your ass, boy. I'm afraid that you just have no choice except playing it cool and going along with what we want to do to you."
The talk was over. Pete had his thing up hard. He plowed it into the boy's soft ass. Into the hot, stubborn, sealed up little ass chamber it pumped. It had a narrow, tight passage. The asshole didn't want to receive it. The man pressed down with all of his weight on the boy. Danny was smothered and crushed under the hairy mass of his assailant. The smell of the man's armpits and sweat assaulted him, made him nauseous. Judy stopped snapping with the polaroid and went over to help in the mistreatment of the boy. She ran her hands through his hair, kissed him on the cheeks, nibbled his ears and slid her tongue over them.
She exchanged biting kisses with Pete, and together they kissed the boy all over his face.
"I think the lad is still finding this unpleasant."
Janice had wanted him. Her cunt itching and creaming, her eyes focused on his writhing body trembling and threshing under his hairy attacker, watching the prick slamming around inside his asshole, she had wanted him.
She motioned to her mother, sitting half stoned smoking hash and watching the rape. Her mother staggered over to Janice, and put a hot, horny hand on her daughter's tit, squeezing and milking it.
"What is it, mother's delight."
"I want him."
Aurora looked at the boy and laughed. She gave her daughter three swift, hard cracks on the ass, reddening lightly the globes.
"I know that you want him. But you had him for six hours last night. You mustn't be greedy."
"No, I want to keep him."
Domina frowned, her eyes going hard.
"You want another one. Like the last one I gave you. Remember what happened to him. You got too vicious and wore him out. He had a nervous breakdown and we had to send him away."
"Mother, I promise to take good care of this one. I swear it."
"Children that are careless with their pets don't deserve to have one."
"Please."
She looked the boy over. He screamed nicely as his ass was being fucked. He was a beautiful boy, well defined skin and muscularity, not too big, no more than one hundred and thirty pounds. It would be no problem controlling him. Maybe it was time her daughter had another slave to play with.
"What about family. Will he be missed."
"His mother is an alcoholic and his father left a long time ago. He sends money sometimes, but doesn't give a shit. Danny has left three times already. He came back when it got too rough, but his mother doesn't give a shit. If he just never came back she'd figure that he just took off again. Nobody will look for him. All his friends will think he left for Frisco and took up in the East Village."
"You really did find out a lot about him."
He was very talkative while waiting to get it up the third time.
"My little monster." She shoved fingers up Janice's snatch. "All right. Since there won't be any problems we can hold on to him."
"Thank you mother. I owe you a two hour cunt suck for this."
"What are you going to call your new pet?"
"I'll call him Danny for now. When I make a transvestite fairy out of him, I'll call him Denise."
"Just so you don't name him Aurora."
The rape was coming to a climax. The hairy, heavy body did its dance, the two backed beast upon the smaller, slender form under it. Lamentations and moans erupted from the raped boy. His ass globes quivered as the cock sent its load deep into the tunnel of the anus.
Pete rolled off the boy, his cock diminishing and withering into softness. He patted the boy on the ass.
"Thanks for the ride baby."
Danny laid quiet for a time. Then he rolled over and looked into Pete's face, his eyes steadily pouring out hate at the big bugger. He spit right into the center of Pete's smiling mouth, right on his ivory white teeth.
"Little bastard."
Pete smacked the boy on the mouth. The shot resounded through the room. Danny put his hand to his mouth, his fingers dabbing at the blood trickling from his gashed lips. "Don't you bad mouth me, punk."
"Give him a spanking, Pete," Judy suggested.
Canos grinned. He rolled the boy over and slid the struggling, reluctant tail onto his lap.
"This will hurt you more than it does me, you little pussy."
He brought his hand up and then cracked it into the right globe. The flesh rippled under the impact. He brought his hand up and down again on the same spot. There was a dash of red color in the cheek after the second smash. The boy cried out in pain. Pete brought his hand up and then down once more. There was color in the ass globe, a deep hue of red. The hand smashed into both sides of the ass now, and across the line of the ass crack. The bottom bounced up into the air, doing a frantic dance of pain upon the lap of the big man who hammered away remorselessly, inflicting a severe spanking upon the boy. The ass turned red, bright crimson. And within the expanse of red coloring the entire bottom, deeper spots of dark scarlet were visible, showing where the colors of pain had been literally hammered into the soil of the ass flesh. Deep coloring, coloring that would not fade away in hours, but would last for days.
Thinking back on this, the girl, Janice, missed her slave, masturbating on her bed, thinking of her favorite little pet.
CHAPTER TWO
Madame Domina had her business to think about. The world was full of masochists, but it was the rich ones that interested her. The richer and the kinkier, the better for her. The bigger the freak, the more that could be squeezed out of him.
There were freaks who came to her on their knees offering her their worldly goods. The more she abused them, the better they liked it.
She stripped them down to the heart, down to the soul. She told them what to do, when to do it. She stepped into the outside skein of their lives, into their business and their social setups, taking them over.
Jackson was now waiting upon her. His belly was trapped within a leather strapping girdle, strapped in to the last notch on the heavy belt, the spikes embedded in the inner furry, itchy side of the thing digging into his skin, making him bleed and scream. Domina lashed out with her whip. It was a twin lash black whip, with arrow head points upon the tips. The two tips slashed his bottom, ripping nasty, bloody welts in his ass. She walked over to him and kicked him in the balls. He collapsed in a whimpering, groveling heap at her feet. He kissed the ground before her. She pressed her foot into his neck and slashed into the cords. She tapped him on his balding head with the handle of her whip.
"Down, slave. Down to your face before me."
On his face he groveled, a pitiful sight. She stepped on his neck, her foot grinding into it. She ground down on the side of his head. Slowly she pressed her heel into his ear, twisting her foot around and around, digging into his ear until he exploded with pain.
In a corner of the room, Danny was still bound and gagged, as she had left him after the beating she had given him. She noticed his wild erection, as he turned on much to his own disgust, watching the exhibition of total domination on her part and cringing slavery on the part of the man.
His wife was also a masochist slave. She loved to be tortured by young girls. Raven haired Judy was her favorite. She was on her back, strapped to the horizontal French rack. Judy had separately racked out all four of her limbs. They were white and drawn and strained, stretched to the limits of restraint that would not split open the tendons and tear them like weak threads, beyond repair.
Judy lifted up a thigh and planted it down, moist and perfumed, on the face of her prey. The woman's long, pointed tongue whipped out and kissed all over the leg.
Judy mounted her, splitting her bottom hole wide apart. She spread her ass globes until her asshole and dirty crack line were fully exposed. She wiggled and tossed her cleavage line at the woman, who licked out her tongue and made eager dog-barking sounds, her lips foamy for the hot ass skin.
Judy sat down on the face. Tongue up her asshole, then the nose. She moved around, doing a jiggling hip rolling bump and grind shake on the face buried under her ass. She slid open her asshole and buried the nose in it. She farted and bounced up and down. She finally finished this bit of sport and dismounted. She rubbed the woman's face clean with toilet paper, then fed it to her in small pieces.
"You really pick up on me, don't you?"
She seized a nipple. She gripped it between thumb and forefinger, digging into it, making it turn white, making it hurt. Then she pulled on it, pulled it right out until the breast was stretched into a long cone. She pulled at it, shaping the tip into her hands, gripping it at the base, and stretching it, stretching it until it was ready to rip and the screams kept on growing and growing.
She let it snap out of her hands. She then gouged her fingers deep into the tits. She bore down with all of her might, trying to stab her fingers right through the tits into the backbone. The knockers shook and did a jiggle under the mashing, crushing, kneading, twisting, and yanking of her hands, for a full fifteen minutes. The woman was a pitiful sobbing thing. Her pain was indescribable.
It was time for the toothpicks. Judy put her mouth to the cunt. She looked into the hole, dark and smelly, full of already spurted juice. The woman came like a bitch in heat when she was on that rack. Judy opened up the petal matter, playing inner and outer lips, clit and vaginal surface, hair and mound, through her fingers. She poked around inside the woman. She spit into the box, blew into it. Her hot breath, moving slowly along the inside of the cunt, made the woman hot and shaky. She looked into the cunt, feeling it up, her fingers stroking the insides of the thighs, her eyes watching the box orgasm and climax.
"Nympho, nympho, naughty, naughty, nympho."
She took a long plumber's probe and shoved it in and out of the cunt. The body writhed like a fish on a hook. The woman screamed more in humiliation than in pain.
Time for the toothpicks. Judy stabbed along the ring of the outer lips, then along the inner lips. She pressed the sharp point to the lip matter, stabbing steadily, pressing until it punctured and stabbed into the lip. She pressed it in a quarter of an inch. She took another one and penetrated in another spot. She took a third and stabbed once again.
The woman was hysterical as her cunt was stabbed full of the long, sharp pointed toothpicks. Judy picked her teeth with one, smiling all of the time, gently stroking the rounded belly. Then she picked and jabbed at the navel, until she jabbed right into the split between the belly hole and the bud of flesh filling it. She stabbed into the center of it, right into the navel, twisting in and leaving it sticking out of the bellybutton, a spot of blood trickling out of the pit.
The nipples were next. Nipples that had squirted milk down hungry throats. She stabbed toothpicks right into the centers of the nipples, into the holes, all of the way in. The agony caused by filling the small, closed openings in the tips of the nipples was beyond the woman's imagining.
"Eaaaaahiiieeeee. Take them out, take them out. You'll ruin my breasts, you'll give me cancer."
A piece of rag was crammed into the violently screaming mouth. Judy liked to listen to screams, but these were getting on her nerves. She filled the mouth and then she clamped a screw-bolt helmet around the head. She clamped the band that encircled the forehead tight, and then she screwed it up under the chin, crushing the jaw into a tight, locking embrace that kept the woman silent.
Janice came wandering in while her sibling rival was busy at work and play.
"What do you want, you pale blond witch?"
"I want to come in and watch the fun, you redheaded shit eater."
"Stinking bitch. I'll tell mother that you called me a name in front of this client." Janice hated her sister's guts. But she was also afraid of her. The bitch was better at the work than she was. Judy put some effort into it. Janice was too fun loving, too fond of driving off in her sports car, for which she had no license, looking for kicks. Her mother was always taking Judy's part in such disputes. It could mean another ass breaking for her. Judy guessed her anxiety.
"Get your ass out of here now and I won't say anything."
"Son of a bitch."
Janice left the room, her pale blond hair almost standing on end in rage. She hated the way her sister always came out on top. She knew that some day she would have to have a real showdown with her rival.
Mother had whipped her ass with a cat of nine tails the last time she had taken out the car. That was all that she needed, to get in trouble, without a license. She knew that she was asking for it. But what the hell, driving without the license was half of the fun.
Still, her mother had given her the car, and despite the ass breaking, she never took it away. Perhaps in some strange way, it was all part of the kinky freaky game they played. Within the rules, as long as she kept out of really serious trouble, she could get away with it.
She left the place, walking out to the garage, her body tight with tension. She needed to get laid, to be put on her back under a heavyweight, energetic stud, and really fucked until her asshole was shoved out of place to make room for her dislodged cunt. She looked at her sleek sports car. Long and red, tight and powerful. Just like her own body. Janice looked down at her body. Her nipples were almost exploding right through the blouse she wore, sleeveless and open to the waist. Below that, a pair of hot pants, almost not covering her ass at all.
"You're a real pistol baby," she complimented herself. She put her hands on her car, kissed the shiny, gleaming red body.
"Beautiful, beautiful little badass sports car. All up front and right out, where it counts. Take your baby out on a wild ride, my beauty. Take me where it's all happening. Right on."
Into the seat. No safety belts, none of that shit. Gunning the motor, and then ripping out of the driveway.
"Fuck," her mother cursed, as she heard the car taking off. She had not given the bitch her permission to leave. And after the accident last time, running over that dog. She had an inkling of a suspicion that the crazy bitch of a daughter had done it deliberately. Now off again. Well, she would be punished. What would it be? The ass whipping on top of cigarette burns? Or the wearing of the panties lined with emery cloth and horsehair after a strapping on her bottom. Then the thought came to her. Take the slut's slave away for a month, give Danny-Denise to Judy for a month. A super form of discipline. Something that would really bug the annoying child.
Judy also heard the car drive off. She laughed to herself with cruel satisfaction. Her sister was going to get it again. Leaving without permission. Mother would not forgive her that one. She could be very disagreeable when she was disobeyed. Very disagreeable.
Judy turned her attention back to her victim. She had removed the splinters from their resting places in the soft and tender flesh.
"I suppose you're wondering why I removed the toothpicks from your body. Well, they would be in the way of my next clever little trick, and I want to do nothing that would spoil this effect."
She opened up a large, black box. She looked into it and laughed. Her face twisted and writhed into expressions of lust and cruelty, and out of the corner of her eye she watched the woman, so fearful of what lay in the mysterious box. Well, she could wonder and wait, and have a shit fit.
"Do you want to see what I have in the box?"
The gagging had silenced her, but she shook her head from side to side in a most positive exclamation of negativity.
"No, you're missing a real treat. A first rate piece of torture."
The female masochist had a new look in her eye, the gnawing desire to experience the pain, regardless of how terrible it was. Masochistic desire in conflict with fear. The box was jiggled, held out to her.
"Want to see inside?"
She shook her head, tears of misery in her eyes. She was in severe pain on the rack, and her mental sufferings were even worse. Judy was a heartless, evil whore, without any regard at all.
The box was brought close to her, rested on her breasts. Judy fumbled around inside it.
"Let me show you what I have."
She took out a box of salt. The woman was mystified and disappointed. She had expected an elaborate apparatus of some kind. Not this thing.
"A mere box of salt. Isn't that what you're thinking, chickie baby? Well this can be used in many fun ways. And so can this as well."
The hand dipped into the box again and brought out a bunch of steel wool pads. Judy scraped one of the pads from breast to pelvis. It stung, and the grating sting of pain let the woman realize what she was in for.
"Let me salt you up, baby."
Judy poured a handful of salt into the sweaty stomach, massaging it in. Then the steel wool pad was rubbed over the skin, smearing over the grains of salt, seeding the belly with intense burning pain. Skin scraped raw and bloody. Splinters of steel wool embedded into the torn skin, and the crystals of not-so-harm-less white salt rubbed into the bloody patch of skin, stabbed into the flesh. Pain blossoming, a blazing flower of pain through the hot belly. The body went into kicking, bucking convulsions, pain and terror on the face of the woman.
Janice would have creamed in her pants if she could have seen it, but she was rocketing along the highway, a maniac at the wheel of her sports car. She was filled with pent up frustrations and hangups, and they were all surfacing at this moment on this day as she went smashing along the road. It was late, there were few cars still out. And she was going faster and faster. She saw a truck coming at her in the other lane. She laughed, her tongue flicking out and licking her lips. The thought of what she was about to do made her cunt cream off in her pants.
She crossed over, spinning in front of the truck and going at it head on like a kamikaze. Absently, she looked at her watch. Three-thirty in the morning. The stars were out overhead, a fine and clear full moon night. The aghast face of the truck driver was clear to her, looming at her, eyes staring wide in fear and horror. A nightmare on his face, as he stared into the car coming at him, and perhaps he could read the laughing crazy expression on the face of the girl fiend behind the wheel.
She came at him head on. He turned away from the mad chicken driver, heading off the road onto the shoulder, almost overturning. She skidded across into the other lane, back into her own side of the highway, laughing and creaming and coming, pumping her cunt up and down, close to crashing and so high that she felt she would never come down again.
She looked into her rear vision mirror, seeing the driver avoid total wipeout. She laughed, thinking of how he would drag his shaky body out of that truck, glad to be alive, scared shitless, cursing her and wishing he could break her stupid, rotten, dumb broad neck.
Then she heard the siren, and it was time for her to feel shit scared. She looked into the mirror, then turned around in her seat.
"Fucking son of a bitch."
It was a cop, a highway patrol man. He was coming after her. She stepped on it. The bastard wasn't going to get his crummy hands on her. Fuck no. She put her foot on it. The bastard was coming along, full throttle. He had a hot bike under him. She thought of the pistol in her glove compartment, the unlawful gun that even her mother didn't know about. To be a fifteen-year-old murderess. What about shoving him off the road. That was an idea.
She began to slow and he began to slow. She made a signal for him to pull over, beside her. He came alongside. Janice held the wheel steady. She would swerve and drive him off the road. But what if she failed, and he was on her ass then, very mad, and very hardass. Suddenly, she remembered something. After her last little shooting practice session, blowing out the windows of the school, she had neglected to buy another load of cartridges. It was expensive, buying bullets, when you had an illegally owned hand gun. The fucking thing was empty on her. Not a shot, nothing. It was useless, no more than a clubbing weapon.
And as she thought of all this, the cop pulled up alongside, and she looked right into his handsome, angry, snarling face.
"Pull over, you stupid shiteating, cock sucking, blow jobbing, dumb mother bitch, or I'll put a bullet right through your tire."
She shuddered. He was some other kind of a highway cop. She had never heard a fuzz talk that way before. It was not part of procedure, she was sure of that. She had snot law, a bastard on her hands. And this could be something interesting.
"Okay, officer."
She pulled over. She pulled to the side and parked, and he parked in front of her. As he dismounted from his machine, she ripped her blouse open all of the way, spilling out her tits. Then she opened her pants, pulled them down and let her pussy hang out. He had a big surprise waiting for him, one which she hoped he would like. He looked like the stud she needed to fuck her in two, to split her melon down the middle.
CHAPTER THREE
The highway patrolman did a slow, arrogant walk over to the car. He had a mean face, handsome and cruel. He looked down at Janice, lewdly lashing three fingers in and out of her wet pussy hole. There was a sloshing sound coming from her honey hole, and the smell of her sex cream was thick in the air. She wet her lips and looked up at him with wild eyes.
He looked her over. He reached out and touched her nipples, running his fingers over the hot and hard coronas. She was instantly in wild ecstasy from his touch. Pepper and salt ran up her thighs.
He slapped her face hard, back and forth. He cracked his hands harshly across her cheeks, ripping a small cut at the corner of her mouth.
"Girl, you're some kind of a fucked up nut. First, you almost kill some dumb bastard in a truck. Now you're sitting there in front of me playing stick finger with your gash."
She licked the small cut at the corner of her mouth; excited by the taste of her own blood and wondering what would happen to her.
"I'm just a hot-blooded, fun-loving girl. You seem to be a fun loving sort yourself, even if you do wear a uniform."
He laughed easily. His hand slapped her tits lightly. He slapped his hands back and forth on her boobs, making the knockers jiggle and bounce.
"With you sitting there, the drool running out of both your mouth and your cunt, I'm liable to think that you're trying to bribe me."
"Well, in a way I am. What do you intend to do with me, officer?"
"The prescribed thing, whore bitch. First, turn you in on the charges. Reckless driving and endangering the lives of others. Maybe attempted vehicular homicide. Once I have you down at the station and tell the boys what kind of a wild ass whore you are we'll have us a chain gang blow job party. You'll go down on all of us, maybe a dozen. Then we'll tuck you away nice with a pack of wild lesbians and let them take care of you."
She looked properly frightened. The cop began to feel the heat rising in him. His cock was going up and away.
"Lets see your license, whore bitch."
She gave him the little girl lost smile.
"I don't have a license. I'm too young to have one. I'm only fifteen, so you can't lock me away in a cell with the big bad lesbians. And I'm rich as well as being underage, so you can't gang rape me. I'll have you put away for twenty years."
He slapped her again. His face was flushed and angry.
"What kind of bull are you trying to hand me? The hell you're only fifteen."
She took out her wallet and gave it to him. He looked over her ID. She sure was fifteen. He gave her a good lookover. Son of a bitch.
"I suppose you really are fifteen. With that set of big boobs, that hairy cunt, and that sweet body of yours, you could pass for lots older."
"Isn't it nice to know that I'm only fifteen? Now, you'll have a really sweet and young piece of stuff to stick your cock into."
"What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?"
She reached out and caressed the front of his pants. His balls went tight, and needle points shot through them.
"If you didn't fuck me, and really turned me in instead, you'd be some kind of a lunatic. And you don't look crazy. Besides, the way you're talking to me is not the way that a cop talks to an arrested lawbreaker. It's the way a tough man talks to a bitch before he puts her on her back and fucks her until she can't stand it anymore."
"You're a hot and bad ass little girl alright."
"Come on. You can do anything you want with me, even beat the shit out of me. You can do anything. You could handcuff my hands behind my back and tie my feet under my thighs. Then you could fuck me in the asshole while you beat my tits with your blackjack."
"What makes you think I have a blackjack?"
She had a disappointed look on her face. "Don't you have a blackjack?"
"Sure I do. I stop motorists on the side of the road and beat the shit out of them. I have a blackjack, a nightstick, mace, and a length of chain. All in the sidecase of my cycle."
She opened up her pussy and inserted her whole hand, right up to the wrist."
"Shit, that is a big box for such a little girl."
"Do you want to play with my box, big strong police officer."
He looked back at where they had left the truck a mile off on the shoulder of the road.
"That trucker will be flagging down help soon. I don't think he even saw me, which is all to the good. I want you to get your car in gear and ride down this highway another two miles. Then you'll pull off on the first turn to the right for a mile. After that we'll come to a dirt road leading off into the woods. We're going in there where we can get some privacy."
"Oh boy, rape and games in the woods."
He gave her another barrage of slaps on her face. She had cheeks flushed red, and small threads of blood flowed from the side of her mouth and her left nostril.
"Just move it out and forget the words."
Within a matter of minutes, the motorcycle right behind her, she was at the woods, stopping in a clearing. He was right beside her. He was eager and hot for it, and he wanted a piece of her ass.
He got off his machine and grabbed her under the arms. Her armpits were moist and rank. She was still creaming away between her legs.
He threw her down on her back, ripping off her shirt and pants. He split the garments in half and threw them away. She spread her legs, wiggling her tail in the dirt, grass under her back staining her sweating back green. He tore off his uniform, and ripped off his underwear. He jumped on her, without taking off his shoes and socks. He still had his cap on, and she played her hands over his blue cap as he fucked away inside her box.
He rammed it in and out. He pulled all of the way out of her and thrust his groin high up before slamming down and impaling her writhing, wiggling pussy. She whipped and gyrated her pelvis in circles and from side to side. He plugged away inside her, hot and eager.
He bit her on the cheeks, the neck, the tits and the shoulders. He bit into her shoulders until he drew blood, hot and bitter in his mouth.
"Fuck me, fuck me in two. Fuck me until I can't stand any more."
He was brutal, angry. He slapped her face back and forth, making her bleed from the nose and mouth. He wrapped her blond hair in his hands and pulled on it, giving the lustrous mane of shimmering hair a yank every time he took a long plunge into her cunt. He fucked and fucked, and kept at it until he had fucked the living shit out of her.
She lay half mashed into the ground. Her legs were splayed, her eyes were spinning and glazed. Her breathing was slow and heavy. She was covered in a wash of sweat, her back completely green with grass stains.
He looked down on her, his cock dripping come, placid and limp. He grinned down at her, nudging her tit with his foot.
He rolled her over with a shove of his foot. The front lights of her car were focused on her like floodlights on a stage. He spread her buttocks with his foot, digging it into the crevice between her buttock globes.
"Did you like your fuck, whore?"
He picked up his strap. He stood over her, straddling her hips. He stamped his foot down on her green stained right globe, grinding his shoe leather into her tail and laying black scuff stains on top of the grass stains.
He laid his strap across her buttocks. He slashed down into the hot, white and wet and stained fleshy, shimmering and creasing globes. The strap dug deep into them, the flesh rising up in bouncing waves above and below the momentary indentation of the strap.
"Eieiiiiiii."
Her cry of agony and joy echoed through the clearing. Her body bounced.
He hit her again, putting all of the power of his arm and shoulder into it. Her body arched and shivered. He pounded and lashed the hot globes again and again. Proud, angry red stripes laced her pretty bottom. He whipped the stripes etched into her skin. He crisscrossed the prominent, bloodied welts. He whipped and whipped the ass cuts, whipping away at the ass that bounced and rolled and shivered and vibrated and shook. The girl went into wild writhings, her body jerking from side to side.
He was whipping a white and red and green pulp. He slashed into two fat, fleshy and soft masses of rising white dough broken and lacerated, the blood flowing from scores of strap weals.
He was hot and hard again, his cock up as rigid as a nightstick. He enjoyed whipping her ass off so much he could hardly stand it.
Janice rolled over and over in the mud and dirt. Her ass left a trail of blood behind her. He continued to lash out at her delicious body. He whipped her tits, her belly, the firm thighs. He slashed the blows into her bouncing and shaking boobs.
The cop was so high and wild that he was ready to explode. He dragged her over the ground by her hair, just pulling her along. She screamed and kicked, and her hands moved over her cunt mound, stroking and abusing it, fingers slipping in and out.
"Beat me, whip me, fuck me until I can't stand any more of it."
He lifted her to her feet and slammed her against the trunk of a large tree. He twisted her arms painfully around it and handcuffed them together. He slapped her back and forth on the tits and face.
"Oowwww. What's your name officer, you haven't told me."
"Harry Fandon, cocksucker. Now I'm going to fuck that hot pussy right off of you. Yeeooo-wwwwhhooooooo."
He gave a rebel yell and shoved his upright and hardon club right into her. It smashed into the cream filled box and slewed around, hot and wild. She turned on to some heavy vibrations and they both went into high orbit. His teeth clamped into her whip wealed tits. He chewed and fanged red wealed stripes that were spotted with blood. He licked and sucked the tips of her boobs.
"That's the way. Oh fuck me harder, make it hurt."
He was buried so deep in her that he never expected to come out. He plugged and blasted away with all of his might. His back ached and his heart pounded. Sweat rolled in great wet sheets off of his face and his hair was matted with it. His eyes were popping, staring wild. He had the face of a wild maniac.
She was writhing and rubbing her ass brutally into the tree, grinding all of the bloody, swollen, and lacerated globe flesh into the tree.
He rose up high in her, pulling her body to its toes. He ripped her away from the tree, almost tearing her arms out of the shoulder sockets. Then he lashed her back hard into the tree trunk and plunged deep into her. He penetrated and held himself in her, sloughing left and right, ripping all around. He continued to fuck and fuck and fuck.
He bit and chewed every inch of her tits. Sweat and blood flavor filled his mouth. Then the eruption rose up in his joint too demanding to be held back. He let loose and blasted his load into her.
"Eiiiiii. Oh you bastard, you dirty bastard. That's the way baby, keep going. Oh yes, oh-- right on. Fuck me, fuck me until I can't stand it."
He finished up with her and collapsed in a slow fall to the ground, absolutely spent. He lay there trying to catch his failing breath, staring at the bitch all covered in sweat, with whip weals on her beautiful young body, her eyes glazed over, foaming at both mouths.
"Bitch, I want more of you. I want to see you again."
She puffed and heaved, trying to catch her own breath.
"I can't see you any more. I won't be allowed out with the car when I get home. I wasn't supposed to be out with it."
He crawled over to the remnants of her clothes and fished through them. He found her bag, and looked at her I.D.s again.
"Baby, you don't just slip away from me. I've been looking for a kinky freak like you for years. A real S and M freak. I know all about you now. And I know where you live and how to find you. I'm not just going to let you slip away from me and do nothing about it. This is the beginning of a long relationship." He checked out his watch. Suddenly, there was a call for him on his cycle receiver. He nearly jumped out of his skin.
It was easy enough to give a bullshit story to the listener on the other end. The radio man was a dumbass. He finished up for the night, and realized that he had a few more hours to spend with the girl. He would simply not show up until the next night. He would not come in, but hold on to his cycle all the way through to his next shift. Now, he could stay with her.
CHAPTER FOUR
The thing about her was that she was reluctant to talk about her life at home. He slapped her around, hitting her on the welts on her tits. She wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know.
He fingered her hot and well washed out gash. He shoved three fingers up into her and slowly pumped them in and out.
"Fire in the hole."
She began to shit uncomfortably, the smoke beginning to generate in her cunt once again. She looked really hot and bothered. Her tits rose up as hard as rocks once more. He manipulated her nipples, fingering them, exciting them. They became hard rock pellets, cones of iron.
"Come on, tell me what I want to know, or I'll horsewhip every inch of your body."
"Please, let it drop and let me go."
He kissed her on her bloody, puffed lips.
"I want to know all about you."
"I'll be killed if I get home after sunup."
He checked out his watch.
"From the time, you're going to be dead anyway. Well, I have ways to make you talk."
He fished in the pockets of his pants crumpled on the ground. He took out his lighter, his cigarettes, and a handkerchief.
He stuffed the handkerchief in her mouth, gagging her. Then he lit a cigarette. He blew the smoke into her face, grinning at her when she winced unpleasantly.
"Don't smoke. Probably only grass and hash. I bet I could find a stash in your car if I looked."
He puffed his Winston until the tip glowed.
Then he almost gently touched it to her right nipple. It hesitated for a second upon the breast tip. There was a low, hissing sound. A small round brown mark was branded on her nipple.
"Oh, I've burned you. Sorry, kid."
She trembled and writhed. She tried to inch back hard against the tree away from him. He pressed forward and touched her again. He burned her on the left nipple. This time he ground it in.
"Nod your head when you want to talk to me."
He delivered a series of short, stinging burns. All along the upper curve of her tits. Along the cleavage between her juicy knockers. In a row across her belly an inch below the navel.
Then the torture got to her. She nodded her head, weary and worn out.
"That's a lot better, baby doll."
He took the gag out of her mouth, obscenely fondling her cunt and tits. As his soothing, wild hands moved with total depraved abandon over her flesh, she told him what he wanted to know. She told him about her sister and mother. About the domination and the subservience. She told him all the details of her mother's professional domination prostitution service. Lastly, she told him about the slavery, and about her own slave; Danny, becoming Denise.
"Wow. Far out, as you kids say. I never would have guessed it."
"I'll be killed at home for telling you all this."
"You realize that your life styles could get you all sent away for a long, long time. Your mother maybe forever."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"You are one stupid little girl," he said. "You should have never gotten into this kind of shit. People with a life to hide have to be damn careful. You must be propelled through the ocean of life by some sort of self destructive compulsion. I suppose it goes with your masochism. I will say that hearing about this sadistic side of your personality makes you even more exciting to me."
"Are you going to blackmail us," she asked. "Of course I am little girl."
This was obvious. His intentions were written clearly in his face.
"Please, don't do it. You'll get me killed."
He stroked the inner lips of her cunt almost tenderly, his other hand rumpling and messing through her pale blonde hair. He had to admit that he had a real feeling for this hot little nympho freak.
"Nobody will kill you. I won't permit it. I'm taking you home, little girl. And maybe I'm not going back to the police, ever. Yeah, I think you could maybe use a little male authority in your household."
He released her from her bondage, the girl collapsing at his feet from exhaustion and weakness and pain.
"Come on, you have to drive back home. And I'll be right beside you all the way."
"How can I drive back home, with my clothes torn off and blown away."
He thought for a moment.
"I'm going about this all wrong. I'm going to drop off my cycle at the station, take a week's sick leave, make up a bullshit story which I can feed the sarge. He owes me a favor for looking the other way when some clown on the road gave him a hundred to avoid a heavy charge. All right, you'll wait here for me. I'll be back with my own sedan in one hour or so. Then we'll drive to your place."
He lifted her to her feet and threw one arm over the branch of a tree. Then he lifted the other arm up and cuffed her hands together on the opposite sides of the branch, pinning her upright, standing on her toes.
"What are you doing to me now?"
"Just finding a position to leave you in until I return for you, baby."
He lifted her legs into the air and then he tied them around the trunk of the tree with his chains. She was now bent backwards in painful bondage, her back rippled with spasms of agony. Sweat began to pour down her body again.
"Don't leave me like this. Arrrggggh."
Her body was half twisted, the tension ripping along the column of her back and through her ribcage. Her body was quivering and heaving. He gagged her again to keep her quiet. Then Officer Harry Fanson stepped back to admire his craftsmanship.
"I could really get to dig this sort of thing. All right. I'll be back in maybe an hour and a half. In the meantime, don't go away. He, he, he, he."
He left her there, squirming and tossing. Every movement made the pain shoot in waves up and down the line of her torso. It felt as if tight wires under her skin were being pulled tighter and tighter.
She passed out after a long drifting time. Pain sent her into a black, fitful sleep. She felt herself fainting. Suddenly she felt herself coming to ground. A hand was slapping her face, and she heard her name called in her ear from a long, long distance and through a thick wall. Then the voice seemed close, and she suddenly snapped to and realized that the cop was right beside her, bringing her around. She was down from her bondage lying on the ground. He kissed away the sweat from her face, lapping at her rich, white skin.
"Nice, very nice."
He licked and sucked at her body. Hands massaged the ache out of her arms and shoulders. He played with her boobs, caressing her gently. He gave her a shot of whiskey out of a bottle in his pocket.
She looked him over. He looked a different man in his civvies. But the look of the cop was still there, in his eyes and line of mouth. And the way he moved.
"I'll let you rest five minutes. Then I'm taking you home, little girl."
"You must make a hell of a lot of money, officer."
"Why do you say that?"
"I can see you're as corrupt as hell. I wouldn't be surprised at anything you've done." He laughed, rolling on the ground as the laughter grew until it spilled him to the dirt.
"A girl with a slave giving me that kind of B.S. And what about you, honeychild. What things haven't you and that crazy family you've told me about done."
"What are you going to do at my place?"
"Anything and everything. From what you've told me, I can just about take over there. I'm going to treat little old me to the orgy of all orgies. I can hardly wait to get my strap on your mother's meaty ass. Does anyone ever whip your mama's rump?"
She threw her hand to her mouth, real terror on her face. He was surprised to note how frightened she now was. She really was scared of her mother.
"No--nobody ever lifts a hand to my mother. Aurora would kill you before she lets you whip her."
He laughed easily, confident of his powers and position.
He took her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, fondling the welts on her bottom.
"Don't let that worry you kid. I'm a cop and a hard case mother myself. I have all of the jive facts on your mama's setup. Slavery is against the law. So relax, fly right, and leave the driving to me. I'll make you my queen. How would you like that. How would you like to be in charge. What would you do?"
"My sister Judy. I'd tie her hands behind her back in a leather waist cincher and cuffs combination. I'd stick pins into her tits and leave them in all day long. I'd put her nipples in pinch clamps, and put nipples rings through holes I'd drill in them. I'd make her clean the furniture with her tongue, and lick her food up off the floor. I'd whip her dumb, dumb ass from morning to night, and then use her hot and whipped bottom for my pillow, after filling it with more pins."
He pulled her in tight, and gave her a half dozen hard love spanks on her bouncing bottom.
"You are a wild one. A real hot bitch. Well, love feast, put on the clothes I've brought for you. Take one more drag on the booze. Because we are headed for your happy little homestead. To take the damn place over. And what do you think of that?"
"Right on, pig."
He cracked her on her sassy mouth. A trickle of blood once more ran down her puffed lips.
"You do have a way of provoking me. I think its your idea of fun for me to keep hitting you."
"It passes the time, lover."
Then they were into their respective vehicles and off. The young girl had visions racing through her mind. She thought of punishments that she had suffered at home. Over her mother's bed, a dildo wedged up her ass, the whip cutting thin, small welts into her ass cheeks. Judy then pouring red pepper into the wounds, and a generous quantity into Janice's eyes and nostrils.
She had been the low girl on the totem pole. The bottom of the family pecking order. Lying there on her back, eagle spread, gagged and bound; Janice sitting on her breasts, feeding pussy into her mouth, making her eat it. And the pins in her breasts, jiggled around, dislodged, thrust in again into other tender places.
She suppressed an urge to forget the whole thing, to fly like a bird away from him in her fleet racing car. It was too damn late, he knew exactly where she lived, and all of the pertinent Bondage Village details.
The time sped by, and they were at the gateway. Beyond the wall and across the grounds loomed the house. He looked long and hard at the place. It spoke of wealth and leisure, fun and relaxation. His rainbow after the hard shit ass life of being a traffic pig. He rubbed his hands together, greedy with anticipation. Away from the highway.
"Come on, baby, lets make the scene."
He opened the gate and they drove in. The sound of two cars moving along the drive puzzled Aurora Bryant. The woman known as Madame Domina took a look out of the nearest window.
"Shit, its my bitch, Janice. With a goddamn stranger. What the hell is she bringing some fucking strange dude home for?"
She was fucking mad, and hungry for her daughter's soft ass. She made up her mind to punish the foolish and useless little child the way she intended doing. She would whip Janice's ass off, and then give it to Judy for some real workouts.
Downstairs the door was attended to by Milton, the slave butler in residence. He was a big, heavily built fruit. He was useful in the rare instances when real muscles had to be asserted.
Milton glared at the stranger on the doorstep, remembering his manners. But he knew that the stranger was uninvited, and therefore an intruder. Part of his job was to keep out all intruders.
"Who is your friend, Madame Janice," he asked, the proper tone of deference in his voice.
"Out of the way freaky. I want to see the broad who runs this little wig factory."
The arrogant tone and the words of the stranger shocked Milton right out of his diapers, which he wore under the panties beneath his pants.
The stranger shoved him aside and stepped in. Milton laid a heavy, restraining arm on him.
"Madame will see you when and if she requests it. Now you wait outside."
The stranger slammed a knee into Milton's groin, and chopped a knifepalm to the base of his neck. As he crumpled, the stranger gave him a knee to the forehead, snapping his head up. A shove into the wall, and the reeling, crumpling figure keeled over.
Janice cowered against the door, terrified. She felt her blood chill.
"Come on baby, don't hold off like that. A little violence shouldn't upset a girl like you." At the top of the landing, big mama appeared, carrying a long, evil looking bullwhip. She cracked it through the air.
"I don't know who you are, or why my daughter brought you here, but you have ten seconds to get your ass out that door and another twenty to get in that crate of yours and take your ass off my property."
"Asshole, you are looking at the law."
He whipped out his badge and threw it to her. She dropped her whip, her knees quivering and the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.
"I thought that would change your tune fast. Do you still want me to leave."
Aurora gulped. Janice had never seen her mother so nonplussed before. She was almost ready to shit in her pants.
"Now get your ass down here. We have a lot of things to talk about."
From the top of the stairway, Judy peered at the scene, even more terrified than her mother.
"Is that your sister," Fanson asked Janice. "That's my bitch sister."
"Nice looking bitch. I like redheads. She might make an even better slave than you. A better queen slave I mean."
"You wouldn't ditch me."
"Let's just say that you may have some competition."
CHAPTER FIVE
Fanson was taking a bath. The two naked sisters covered his body with soap. With their hands they soaped up every inch of his body He slapped their faces, rubbed soap into their eyes and noses, into their protesting mouths. They choked and coughed and spat. He slapped their rumps, beat their bottoms red. He shoved his fingers covered with soap up into them and fingerfucked them. He pulled them close, running soap all over them, sucking on their nipples.
"Yum my, fun girls. Real hot bitches."
The mother, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation, was washing his feet. He gave her a feel with his foot along the insides of her thighs. He thrust toes up into her snatch.
"Come on baby, suck the soap off of my toes."
While she worked on his feet, eating off the white foam, he pulled Janice into the tub. He gripped her tits and twisted the nipples like corkscrews. He peered into her grimacing, pain wracked features, enjoying the picture of agony he saw there.
"Come on in, Judy."
He seized the redhead by her long, wet hair and pulled her over the sides and into the tub. There was a splash of water, and the mother shivered, wet and miserable. Harry splashed a wave over her head, feeling quite fine and full of sexy sadistic power. He had the situation well in control for the moment. He only had to make sure that he retained the control.
He shoved Judy's face into Janice soaped bottom, smacking the ass with warming stings as he mashed the redheaded sister's face into the blonde's bottom.
"Lick her asshole. Get your tongue in there and suck it clean."
"Thank you master," Janice said. Her eyes showed her delight at this development.
"Not at all, baby. Not at all."
He shoved her face under the water. He held her down, kicking and struggling. Then he brought her up and washed out her mouth with soap. He shoved his cock into her mouth, hunching up at the head of the tub.
She choked and gurgled. His cock rammed deep into her mouth, brushing her full lips. He was wild with the need to erupt, and he almost choked her with the urgency of his demand.
Come soon bubbled and spewed up out of her mouth. She ate his come, while the mother looked on aghast, at one daughter eating the copper's cock, while the other licked the fella-trice's ass.
"You can't do this to us. I don't care what the hell you are."
Harry smiled at mama bear. He gestured to the two girls, who helped him up out of the tub. He felt up their knockers, grinning at the mother as he turned the bodies toward her and let her have a good look at him groping and kneading their jugs.
"Nice sets on your two girls. But, to get back to this bullshit you're trying to lay on me. The reality of the situation is that I can do just about anything I damn well please. You have a gold mine here lady, and now you have a partner in that goldmine. And if you have any thoughts that you aren't going to share with me, well, you can just forget that bullshit. Because I'm the one holding the whip in hand. Do you dig it?"
The two daughters dried him off. It was amazing, the way he had just taken over. He had them all bluffed. One hour in there, and he was in charge. They were his. He gripped the two girls by chunks of their bottoms. He wiggled and bounced the bottoms around on the palms of his hands. Nice stuff, the both of them.
At his command, the three women accompanied him into the den. He grabbed the mother, pulling her into a close and crushing embrace. She struggled against him, her face wrinkled up with distaste.
"You're not bad at all Aurora bitch. You're still in fine shape for a broad of your age."
"You can't keep talking to me that way.
This is my place, and I'm not taking you in as a partner."
"Then go to prison for the rest of your natural life, dummy."
He looked her over. Not a bad body. He ripped away the leather breast plates covering her knockers. He gagged at the sight of her big nipples, huge crimson saucers. He filled his mouth with one, sinking his teeth deep into it. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Just what you see lady," he answered her. He thrust her away and threw her down on the sofa. "I haven't got the energy to get it up again right now, but later I'm going to give you a real ride. I'll show you what a stud is like instead of those bootlickers you're used to having at your beck and call."
He seized Janice by the wrist and shoved her over to her mother.
"I want to see what you do to her ass. She got you into this mess."
Janice looked at him with hurt eyes. He was a treacherous son of a bitch.
"What's the matter baby. You should be used to this by now."
Aurora did not take the chance that he would change his mind. She grabbed a whip and slashed it over the wide girth of Janice's rump. The whip tore a bloody gash over the span of the twin cheeks. She lashed out again. The tip of the whip smacked into the soft undercurve of the left globe. It split open a long slash up to the hip. She looped the whip around the thighs, cutting into the legs.
Harry grabbed Judy's tits, sinking his fingers deep, deep into the muff, twisting and kneading, until he left black finger marks deep in her flesh.
He pulled her over his lap, brought his hand up, and smashed deep into her rump. Her bottom bounced on his lap. He cracked first to one cheek and then to the other. He spread the pink flush of color through her bottom. Harry pounded her bottom with growing fury and heat spreading through him. The sight of her jiggling butt bouncing on his lap turned him on all the way.
He lifted her and threw her across a chair. She tried to get to her feet, but he caught the back of her neck and held her down.
There was a long, spiked dildo on the floor. He picked it up and with one lunge, crushed all of the way up her asshole.
She did a horrible jerking and writhing dance of pain. Her asshole was torn bloody. The spikes tore a bloody track up her bottom, all of the way up into her. The tender body let fly a stream of hot, golden piss all over the floor. She foamed at the mouth, her tongue bursting out in an explosion of screaming.
Aurora stopped whipping the cakes of Janice's bottom to shreds and tried to intercede for her other daughter. She leaped at the cop, her whip curling around his neck.
"Get away from my daughter, you degenerate."
He reeled her in, cursing at the sting in his neck. He lashed out with a kick to her cunt. She doubled up. He pulled the whip from her hands and sent her spinning with a backhand slap on the face.
He whipped out at her. The whip split a weal on her tits. She tried to run. He whipped her three times on the fat can, ripping her bottom open. Blood ran down her legs.
"Come back here, you bitch."
Her slave, Milton came running in. He looked on with alarm, trying to decide what to do. Then he rushed at the intruder. Harry smiled, awaiting his coming.
"You again, you stupid asshole. Come on, we'll decide right now who's in charge around here."
He kicked out, catching the boob in the balls. The big ape half crumbled, but righted himself and caught the highway patrolman with a shocking wild looping right to the jaw.
"Stop it," Aurora screamed, remembering the hold he had on them.
"You bastard," Harry raged, his mouth bloody.
He rammed the butt end of the whip into Milton's skull. Then he closed in and dropped him with a short left and a looping right.
"Let's understand once and for all who's the chief around here."
Harry pointed to his cock.
"Get your ass over here, Madame Domina, and start sucking. I want some first rate head from you, girl."
It was an outrageous demand. As she hesitated, he gave her the whip again, right on the tits. He cut a dozen harsh lash marks into her body. She quivered and shuddered, wincing and crying out with every stroke. The whip split her skin open as easily as tearing tissue paper.
He walked across the room, and buried his fist right in the soft stuff of her belly. He buried his hand deep in her guts. His fist buried up to the wrist, the white meat rolling and bunching up around his hand.
She slowly sagged to her knees. Fearfully, Janice and Judy looked at their fallen mother.
"Janice," Harry ordered, "Get your sister down on her knees and whip her ass off while she eats your muff. And that fag slave of yours, get his ass in here. He can sit on this slob, Milton's face. The bastard can eat out his asshole."
Janice smiled, happy at the thought of taking over as the queen. She went scurrying off to get her slave. She found him in his pet box, bound into a trunk with only enough air holes chopped into it to allow him to breathe.
She opened up the box, and let him out. His arms were bound behind his back, his body still bore the marks of his punishment.
"You poor baby, what a painful ordeal it has been for you."
She mocked him with her hypocritical words. Her hands roved under the front of his red panties. She stroked his cock and balls, making him go hard. She hand jobbed his cock, forcing him to have an erection.
"You will be happy to know that the regime has changed just a little bit around here. And I am taking over from my mother. Isn't that a blast?"
He waited, wondering if she wanted him to reply to her, afraid of being in error.
"Well, does the cat have your tongue, dummy?"
"I don't know what to say about that mistress."
She grabbed him by the cock and led him into the den, whipping his ass with a small ping pong paddle. She took him in, finding a lot of satisfaction in the confusion stamped on his face.
"Kind of blows your mind to see the changes around here, doesn't it."
"Is that your slave boy," Harry asked. "Well, he now fucks your mother's mouth and ass. You keep your hands off of him and he keeps his hands off of you."
"But Harry."
He gave her the whip under the tits. The tip cracked along the undercurves.
"Shut up and put him to work. I want him on Milton's face."
The arrangements that Harry had dictated were put into effect. Danny sat on Milton's face, the slave licking the boy's ass. Danny's ass was dirty and brown stained, coated with dried blood.
Fanson took Janice by the jaw. He looked into her face, examining the collection of welts he had given her. The bruising stamped into her skin pleased him. He let her go and sent her away with a last cuff across the mouth.
Janice grabbed Judy's mane, ripping out a long length of her red locks. She tossed the handful of hair back into Judy's snarling face.
"Stupid bitch," Janice taunted her.
She ripped her claw marks down Judy's face. She clamped her sister's mouth to the hot pussy. Judy choked on cunt stink and hair. She washed her tongue into the box, drinking the pumping juice. The cunt was washed and cleaned, and it was a sweet box to eat.
Janice lashed her whip down on the curvaceous ass. She blasted the can apart with her whip. She cut diagonal overlapping stripes into the bottom, curving around into the seat. The whip tip cut into the cleavage line, digging into the hot crotch. She whipped the back and the shoulder blades. She whipped long, breaking bleeding gashes that grew from the neck to the waist. Judy sobbed and dug her face deeper into her sister's pussy, trying to ingratiate herself in this way and cut down on her quota of suffering.
"You're getting it on now, baby. Keep on that way."
Aurora had her face so deep into the fuzz's groin, that his balls were stuffed halfway down her throat. She kept on shooting it back, her mouth gaping open and the head of the upright iron hard cock almost penetrating down the shaft of her neck.
The wild scene in the room, the three bizarre couplings, fired up the sadistic instincts of his mind. He began to cut out at the other bodies. He looped the whip over Janice's shoulder. She shrieked and looked back at the blood beginning to break in a slow drip from a cut on her upper back. The blood slid slowly from it, like water pouring down a window when a piece of ice begins to melt upon it.
He looked at the sissy slave boy sitting on the ape slave's mouth. He seemed to be having a fun time. A real ball. He was bouncing his ass up and down on that skull, letting it all hang out in the mouth.
Harry's whip struck out. It cut a series of welts into his chest. Not bloody welts, but light surface cuttings. Fanson saw that the kid had somewhat of a taste for that kind of treatment. It did not take long for the effects of continuous pain to take on certain personality types. They developed that taste for the brutal treatment.
"Come on, I want all of you creeps to get it on."
He rammed himself into the woman's mouth. Back and forth he slogged it, grinding away inside her. He pulled her hair, slapped her cheeks. He returned the blows of his whip to her seat. A little bit of blood merged with the sweat cascading down her body. It gave it an appealing look. He gripped his hands into the blood package of hot flesh and blood, wrenching at it. It grew gory in his hands. He literally pulled and squirted blood out of the welted flesh. He ran it all into his hands, crumpled and kneaded it, made the bloody welts break and rip and ooze the blood.
Aurora knew conquest then. The big bastard was making a slave out of her. Her eyes flooded over with tears of pure, burning agony. He looked down into her supplicating eyes, knowing no pity, ruthless in his possession and degradation of her.
She knew the depths of humility feeling his cock stiffen in her sucking mouth. He pulled her forward by the hair, grinding all of the way into her. She gagged on his cock, choking on the hot flow battering down her neck. He forced her to drink it, to bring on every drop and hold it down. As his cock diminished and dropped out, drained and flaccid, he let fly with a terrible barrage of blows. He laid to her, whipping her back to flayed ribbons. Great lashes split open her back, exposed the raw flesh underneath. He bathed her in her own blood, glorying in his newfound acquisitions, his slaves, his power, his wealth.
Janice marveled at the way he had taken over, and she in her turn dreamed of the new order of things and how much improved her own condition would be.
CHAPTER SIX
Harry Fanson awoke, bright and early on a beautiful summer day. The girl, Janice, sleeping beside him was alive with a fresh dew of sweat. He kissed her on lips slightly swollen from kissing and slapping.
He patted the bloody ass which rested under his head, a bizarre and pain wracked pillow. It shivered and quivered. He plucked at one of the many pins buried in it, half dislodged it, and then shoved it deep at a changed angle.
The gagged Judy made a moaning sound, a long crying lament, into her gag. She had been used this way for a week now, and her body was a mass of hideous welts and bruises. Her sister Janice, was taking out on her all of the many years of abuse that Judy had dealt out when she was on top.
Judy's orifices had been stuffed full of dirty rags, used rubbers, dirty diaphragms, and other trash. The asshole had been plugged up after that. Janice tapped the stuffed bottom, stabbing the plug in a half an inch with insistent fingers, making her sister experience new pain.
"You are one mean bitch," Harry commented. But he himself gave Judy a harsh crack on her butt.
"I've learned a lot all right. I could still teach you something about the finer points."
"I'll bet that you could."
They arose, and he sat on the edge of the bed. Janice rolled Judy off, not caring that her head cracked hard against the floor. "Easy there, we don't want to kill her."
"Neither do I," Janice said. "After all, she still is my own dear, sweet sister, whom I love and cherish."
She sat on her sister's face, smothering her under rolls of plump rounded ass. She took her lover's cock into her mouth and gave him the suck job he loved to start the day with. She gave good head alright. He watched it bob, up and down, front and back. Her lengths of pale blonde hair rolled and waved, blowing in the small breeze sweeping through the hot room.
In the room that she shared with the slave, Danny, a.k.a. Denise, the bitter mother was awakening to another day in which she was little more than an employee.
Shit, it was the same as having a pimp. The fuck, the bastard was just like a pimp. He took money and gave nothing in return. They were his slaves, he ruled them with an iron hand. There was nothing they could do about it either. The bastard was king.
Aurora took it out on the helpless, hapless Denise. She had the boy thing stretched out overhead, naked and spread by chains between the high posts of the bed. In the night, his suffering body rained a dew of sweat drops upon her, and the continuous tossing about of his body rising upon the chains of bondage excited her, and made her come all night long as the vibrator went wailing away inside her honey hole.
It was some consolation, to be able to enjoy this freaky satisfaction. But she was still being preyed upon by that parasitic bastard. And her own daughter was helping him. The ungrateful slut. If her turn ever came again, she would make Janice rue her treachery.
Judy was suffering the worse though. The horrors she had to endure at the hands of the pair.
At that moment in their bedroom, Janice was rolling around purring like a cat. She licked her chops, lips wet with come. She had eaten his cock, blowing out all of his pent up juices. Now she was hungry for ass. He turned over on his belly, and she buried her face in his bottom, licking away his overnight acquired ass smell and taste, and residue of shitty stain.
"I have to go to the john," He presently announced.
"Baby, its too early in the morning to go to all the trouble of moving around. And it is such a waste of effort when we have sister so Bondage Village handy."
"What do you mean by that," He asked her. "I'll show you what I mean."
She yanked the gag out of Judy's mouth. Bubbles of foam, threads of saliva leaked from her mouth. Her face was drawn and pale.
"Judy, we want to use your mouth for a pisspot."
"No, no, I won't do it."
She stubbornly refused to open her mouth. "What appalling conduct," Janice grumbled. She pinched the right nipple between her thumb and fingers. She knew how to make the bitch do as she wanted. Janice picked up a pin, a long one. It had a wooden handle to be used when the metal was heated. Janice stabbed the pin through the nipple. Judy grimaced. Her body tossed and her skin squirmed. But she knotted her brows, clenched her teeth, and remained stubborn.
"Suit yourself. We can give you more than you can take."
The pin again punctured her nipple. It slid in and out, through the bit of skin and pulp, again and again and again. Blood ran from the numerous punctures.
"If this doesn't affect you, perhaps this will."
Janice stabbed the pin right into the lips of the pussy orifice.
"Eeeeekkkkk, yes yes I'll do it."
With a triumphant laugh. Janice threw her sister down on her back. Fanson jumped up on her tits. Straddling the body, he pumped his soft cock into his hands. He positioned the mouth open. He played the soft cock upon her chin, moving it over her lips, her nose. He dabbed at the tears flowing from her eyes with it.
Now sitting on her neck, balanced and firm in the saddle, he propelled a slow, thick stream of the yellow liquid into her mouth. She took it down, her face twisting into a more and more contorted mask of suffering with every passing second.
"My turn after you finish," Janice said.
She pumped three fingers up her snatch. Spreading out on the bed, she played fuck-finger with herself, making her pussy sexy and randy for her sister. Her sister would have a flavored box to eat out, of that she was certain in her mind.
Then it was her turn, She sat on her sister's face. She squished the nose and mouth into her hot box. She spread open her honey hole, opening it and splitting it to the limits of width with her fingers, jammed up into the inner lip flaps of the hole.
She mashed her ass into Judy's face. She messed the face with sweat and cream, doing a vibrating shake ass dance on her sister's face.
Janice shoved the tips of her tits upwards, sucking and chewing on her own tits as she mashed her cunt lips down and over the mouth lips of her sister and then let pour the hot golden stream down her throat, full blast, just pouring it down her sister's throat.
"You really are giving her a bath."
As she looked over her shoulder at Harry, Janice allowed her sister's head to jerk, spilling part of the flood on the sheets.
"Look at what she did. She made me mess up the bed."
Harry hit her in the mouth.
"Don't you piss on the bed, you little idiot." Janice finished pouring her juice down her sister, sullen and resentful at his spilling.
"Come over here when you finish Janice. I want you to clean my feet with your pink tongue."
"Let Judy do that."
He picked up the quirt on the bedstand and hit her on the tits with it. She curled up in a ball, grasping her hurt knockers which leaked blood from the wounds.
"I told you to do it, not Judy. Remember, I could easily replace you with her."
Janice stood up from her sister. As she stood up on the bed, looming over Judy, she bent one leg at the knee, slowly brought it up, and then stomped it down right into Judy's stomach.
The smashing blow almost plowed Judy's midsection through the mattress. The bed shook and vibrated, the springs sounded. Judy's face became ghastly ash pale white, her cheeks puffed and she choked, trying to hold in the nausea ripping through her belly.
"Come on, get to the bathroom, bitch." Holding her stomach, staggering at every step, Judy ran for the bathroom. She hit her head on the doorway going through it.
"Why do you untie her every morning," Janice asked. "I love keeping her tied up."
"You certainly do lack sisterly affection, don't you? Well, I never loved my brother. I broke his nose for him when he was twelve.
So I can understand your feelings."
"It's good to be handing it out for a change."
"This change is permanent. But we're going to lay off your sister after you've gotten enough cracks on her. After all, we need her for the business. She has ass to break for us. She's useful."
"Anything she can do, I can do better." Harry held her close to him, spanking her ass as he kissed her.
"Don't I know it. After all that's why you're my favorite and not her. And make sure that you remember it, too."
She took the warning to heart. He meant that if she ever stopped being skilled and subservient and always ready for it, her sister could quite handily take her place.
Aurora was torturing the boy. She lay on her back, shoving a stick in and out of his asshole. It was a thin, flexible switch. He dangled above her, hung between the four ceiling high bedposts, twitching and tossing. In and out the thin prod poked. She made him drip off sweat, made him twitch and cry out with hurt. She pressed it into him, corkscrewing it as she moved it along his inner tunnel.
"Please, stop it. Owww."
"Spit on yourself," she commanded. "Spit balls straight up into the air and let them fall on your chest."
He obeyed her, covering his body with slime. It was humiliation of the worst kind. She lay under him, beating on his ass with the soles of her feet, making his body shake and buck crazily in its bondage.
One of his spitballs landed on her, missing his chest as he swung about from side to side. "Son of a bitch. Damn you."
She stood up and menaced him. She plunged her fingernails into his skin right on his collarbones. She broke the skin and cut into him. Then she slowly raked him from his collarbones down to his belly button.
"Eaaaiiii. Don't do it, don't do it."
She raked her nails upwards, leaving another ten bloody streaks in his torso. He kicked and bucked. Aurora grabbed his cock and balls, she stuffed his genitals into her hands, jerking and crushing them. She pumped and twisted, wrenched and pulled. She shook him in his chains by his cock and testicles. He spasmed in fear and pain.
Aurora lit a cigarette. She planted it right in the center of his chest, between the breast Bondage Village halves.
"No, no, take it away. Owww, its burning me."
"Be quiet, or I'll really burn you, bastard."
She picked up the cigarette and puffed it. She leaned on him, resting her weight on his precariously hung up body. She bore down on him, ignoring his screams and pretending that she was not the cause of the intense discomfort he was in.
"What ails you boy, you never do stop screaming. You make more damn noise than anybody I ever knew."
He begged her to let him down from his bondage.
As he begged, she smiled at him, and blew smoke into his mouth and nose. He coughed and squinted, his body still shaking in its bondage. She suddenly had a fiendish idea. She delivered a short, chopping blow to his balls. His mouth flew open in a horrible shriek. She flipped the cigarette into his mouth.
He choked and gagged, his scream emerging in a garbled tangle as he tried to spit it out, and shriek, and avoid getting it wedged down his throat. But she rammed it back into his mouth, grinding it out, burning the inside of his mouth with it.
"Don't worry lad, you won't die from it."
She laughed, whacking him on the toes, tickling the soles of his feet as he suffered for her dirty amusement. The diversion made her quite completely forget her overthrow by the cop. She was having a real ball.
Aurora picked up a pair of used panties and balled them up. Then she stuffed them into his mouth. She made him swallow down the crushed out butt of the cigarette. He heaved and choked. His body reared up in the chains, as she continued to torture him.
She sucked his balls into her mouth, crushing them and biting. She slapped and punched his groin, pulled his cock until it was stretched out to thin, doubled length, and then snapped it loose. She clawed his thighs, shoved her fingers up his asshole and wrenched them out so fast she almost turned him inside out.
She bit his toes and fingers one by one. She dug under his fingernails with the points of her own long and sharp nails, slicing and hacking until the skin under all twenty of his nails was stained with blood.
She plucked hairs out of his balls, his anus, his chest and armpits. She tore small tufts of half a dozen out of his eyebrows, and pulled hairs out of his eyelashes, and great sweeping, flowing mop of hair.
She wound his locks of long hair around both hands. Then she bent backwards, letting her weight drag down upon his scalp, bending his head back, sending thousands of shooting pains through his back and neck and skull, to add to the thousands of needle like pains already ablaze in his arms, legs, and torso.
She scratched her initials into his chest. She clawed her initials into the soles of his feet. She parted his toes and clawed bloody the cracks of skin between them.
After this she dug into the skin along the insides of his toes, leaving deep nail cuts and scrapes. She bit into the bloodied toes, one by one. She bent his fingers back one by one and bit them as well.
Harry Fanson stole into the room quietly behind her. She was beating the shit out of the kid. Not quite what he had promised the boy, that he would be fucking the mouth and ass of Madame Domina. Well, he needed her to run the business. She had to be in charge of that end of it. Of course, he could still have his fun with her.
He slowly and silently uncoiled his whip. She was totally unsuspecting. When he was ready, he lashed out at her. The whip sliced into her ass, splitting both cheeks along the center, a welt across the full span of the ass dead center in the middle of the buttocks.
"Yippeeed."
She fell off the bed on her whipped, lacerated ass. She jumped up again, her bottom on fire. She rolled over clutching her wounded bottom and screaming like an insane woman.
"I do manage to have some fun from time to time, don't I."
She was in no mood to appreciate the humor it.
"Take your time about getting ready. Be slow, be lazy. Have a ball. But when your clients get their asses in here, I want you to do your thing and do it right."
Bitterly, she thought of the wonderful sight it would be to have him hanging by the balls. How the bastard would scream and shout. What a revenge it would be. But there was no chance of such a thing happening. He was in full charge, and she was utterly at his mercy. With an obscene curse, she stood under the boy, and delivered a barrage of blows to his belly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At least, thought Madame Domina, she was still in charge of her slaves. She held the money presented to her by the asslicker, a particularly downfallen and lowly conceived creature.
He had crawled to her with the money between his teeth. She had kicked him in the balls, stomped the nape of his neck, and then allowed him to present the wealth to her. He had been so grateful and pleased that he had almost fainted from joy.
"What shall it be today, you lowly worm?"
"Whatever it pleases you to do to me."
"Indeed, then in that case it pleases me to use you for a punching bag you tub of shit." Indeed he was fat. His body was made up of overlapping, soft rolls of white dough. His body was shaven of all hair, giving his obesity a rather attractive look at times.
Through a two way mirror, Janice and Harry were watching the sport. Janice had a vibrator up her ass. It was not the customary weak kind that gave a mild tingle. This was a handmade, plug in vibrator. When it was switched on, it shook her toes and almost removed her asshole from her body.
"Your mother has a way with this kind of freak. I can see she's gonna keep me in pocket money for a long, long time."
"Are you really going to quit the force," Janice asked him.
"You know that I am, bitch."
"But how will you be able to hold mother in line if you aren't a cop."
"I have tapes, records, details. I've made copies of all of your mother's records and put them along with the rest of the shit where they can blow your mother to hell if anything unforeseen should happen to me."
"Oh Harry, you really are the smartest."
"Don't I know it."
He took her left tit and stuck into it a splinter of bamboo. She winced, caressing his chest and biting his nipples gently as he foully tortured her in turn. She was really turning on to the things he did to her.
In the room, the chamber of horrors, Aurora was sticking two dozen pins into each side of the fat man's ass. He had swollen, watermelon ass globes. To make the pain intense enough, she was obliged to use pins that were four inches long.
She fastened his wrists to iron wrist cuffs hung from heavy chains in the ceiling. She pulled a lever, and the chains began to wind around a pole, lifting him up. She turned off the pulley after, a time, as his toes were barely left in contact with the floor.
She put on a pair of large boxing gloves. She patted him on the big stomach. Then she knelt down into a boxer's crouch. She circled around him feinting, looking fierce. He sweated and trembled, knowing that she was going to bust him up.
"Look Janice," Harry whispered. "She's gonna break his ass off."
He thrust a splinter into the corona of Janice's left nipple. She whimpered at the pain. He gave her a crack on the ass with a heavy paddle, then bent her forward and delivered a barrage which left her behind battered and lumped.
Aurora was still playing cat and mouse with her victim.
"Come on, shithead, let's see you put up a fight. Take a swing at me."
The bound punching bag could hardly twitch a toe let alone take a swing at her.
She delivered a wicked straight left right into the windbag of his belly. He lost his breath with a loud, expelling wheeze. She slammed into his guts with both hands, pounding away like a mad fury. He dribbled foam out of the corners of his mouth. She pounded and pounded. She smashed her fists into his guts making him heave and whimper.
Into the bouncing bags of his belly. Making the rolls of flesh shake like jello, rippling waves running through his fat body. She kept on hitting and hitting and hitting.
She hit him in the tits. She slammed one side of his baggy chest and then the other.
Slam. Her fist broke his nose. Claret poured out of his cracked nose. She smashed half a dozen shots into his eyes, turning the skin around them dark. The eyes began to disappear behind rising swells of flesh.
"Shit. Son of a bitch," Harry marveled. "Does that freak really pay to have his nose busted and his brains beaten out?"
"He paid a thousand dollars just for the broken nose. All of that acting, that question bit, finding out what he wanted, that's all a part of the little bit. He paid in advance for a specific fantasy, and this is what he paid for."
"Fuck. I've been a cop all this time, and never knew this kind of heavy shit was going down. I could put on a dress myself for this kind of bread and take a crack at your mother's role.
He winked at her, and despite the stabbing stings in her tits and the pain in her ass, she doubled up thinking of him in a dress making out that he was a woman. He just didn't have the right set of equipment for the role.
The fat freak was getting his ass broken now. The furious Madame Domina, creaming in her panties, was beating shit out of his fat ass. The pounding on his bottom, the crashing of his hands into his punctured ass cheeks, multiplied the pain. He was being pounded on top of the pins, and his ass was being ripped by short, stabbing blows. She raked the leather gloves glancingly along the skin, reddening and irritating it, making it bleed.
She gave him a low punch right in the balls. On his toetips he went into convulsions of pain. He spun about, his legs flying out from under him. She ran around him, punching him bloody in the stomach, guts, ribs, chest, back and ass.
Aurora pounded his armpits, sinking her shots into the smelly, wet armpits. She pounded his ribs, sending barrages of crunching shots into a single rib. His body was covered with bruises, red spots, and cuts.
"She'll kill him if she goes on," Harry commented.
"Mother knows what she's doing. She'll stop short of killing him, but she'll give him all he can stand for his money."
"She's a real Samaritan."
He put the girl down on her knees and fed her his balls to lick. She grumbled, sorry to miss the rest of the sport. He described it to her.
Madame Domina now had the fat man clasped in her arms.
She had strapped on a huge, ten inch long dong. She slid it into the deep canyon between his buttocks. His body quivered everywhere that her hands touched him. He was a mass of aches and pains from head to foot.
She shoved it all of the way up him. He erupted in agony, his bottom hole ripped apart by the dildo. He was impaled upon it, a screaming thing.
She pumped his cock with her hands. She played with his bruised balls. His thing came up hard, a little, thin thing. It was buried under the hang of his big guts. She pumped him off, while he was impaled upon the ten inch monstrous dong, his bottom hole close to splitting.
She toyed with him, enjoying every moment of her victorious domination of him. As she tortured him, she thought of the bastard Harry, and imagined that it was him.
Harry had a different body from this fat pig. Harry was big boned and muscular. His body lacked the final touch of definition that exercise would have given it. His body spoke of pleasure rather than training, a bit of a beer gut upon his belt. He was still young enough to get away with this abuse, and his underlying build was impressive.
She imagined the things that she could do to him. Needles under the fingernails. Pins thrust into his balls, his back scarred from the whip, his nipples burned black with matches. For him, there would be no mercy if he ever lost his hold over her and she regained her kingdom.
She plunged into the tunnel of her victim. She could hear ripping sounds, the noises of his asshole being violently torn open. She was damaging him a bit all right, just the way he wanted it.
She didn't allow him the pleasure of coming. That was one little game that he had not paid her for. Instead she finished raping his asshole.
She gave him a whiff of amyl nitrate to blow the back door of his mind off its hinges.
"What the hell is that stuff," Harry asked. He let the girl get to her feet so she could have a look.
"That's a vial of amyl nitrate."
"What the hell is amyl nitrate?"
"It's a chemical. It drives you wild when you sniff it, makes you hot and eager for sex. It's used a lot in S and M scenes. It blows your head off."
"That's one I didn't know."
The fat man was popping his cork. He was screaming in terror and pain. His asshole was still plugged with the huge dildo. When she had unstrapped it from her waist, Aurora had left it in him.
She picked up a whip made up of a stiff iron handle, attached to a flat leather strap, three inches wide and half an inch thick.
She dragged it along the floor, testing it, snapping it out. When she was satisfied, she lashed out at his chest. The long lengths of strap looped around him. Two coils of flat strap cracked into his skin. Long, red stripes rose upon the soft whiteness.
She changed her target. She let the strap whip into his belly. The mass of rolls of white bobbed and trembled. A bloody red slash was left in his skin. She whipped his belly again, lashing two coils of the whip around his body. She snapped back her wrist as the coils tightened, cracking them hard into his skin and dragging them along his body as they tightened, splitting his skin open as easily as ripping wet toilet paper.
His body spasmed. He trembled, slime running from his nose and mouth. His eyes watered behind the folds of flesh covering them. His face was a mask of blood.
It stopped being sport to Harry. It was losing the kick. If it had been a broad being whipped and tortured, he could have gone on enjoying it. But he was becoming bored and just a little bit sickened, seeing this poor slob being pounded and pounded.
He gave Janice a crack on the ass with the paddle. She rubbed her sore, battered little seat.
"Come on, let's move. I'm tired of watching this shit."
"Whatever you say, Harry."
Harry smiled. She knew her place alright. Too bad her mother wasn't as compliant.
"I want you to tell me something," he told her. "I want you to think about bread. Your mama told me that this setup took in eighty grand last year, after expenses. She says that she's running a little ahead of that this year. How does that sound to you?"
"Eighty grand sounds about right. After all the expenses. We do have some, you know."
"Not much. What about taxes?"
"Eighty after the legitimate taxes. Just in case anything ever goes wrong, mama has all of the legit taxes all paid up. That's one rap that would never be hung on her, income tax evasion."
"Yeah, your fucking mama is a real saint."
"You know all this, what is it you really want to know. Something's eating at you."
"I haven't been able to get your mama to lay out that she had more than fifty grand in cash stashed. She just sounds like she's full of shit when she comes on with that kind of jive. I just don't believe that shit."
"I don't know how much bread we have. That's one thing only mama knows. But fifty sounds like a low number to me, baby."
"Would she dare give you a phony figure?"
"Why not, if I can't prove any different. But I'm gonna keep my eyes and ears open. Any numbers over fifty grand that I find, belong to me exclusively."
"What will you buy me," she said, hanging around his neck, wiggling her box into him. He shoved a few fingers up her ass to show her that he cared.
"Well, now that will require some thought."
He threw her across one shoulder and carried her off. He slapped and pounded her hot ass with his hands. She certainly was one sweet and desirable bitch, he had to say that for her. It would be a hell of a long time before he tired of her. Best of all, she was still a kid. She had her best years ahead of her.
He used her asshole and her cunt, throwing her down belly first on the bed. He shoved away first in one hole and then in the other. He did the in and out with her for a time.
Tied in a corner of the room, sitting in a pan full of gravel, her ass filled with small tacks, Judy was sitting on a throne of bitter pain, suffering the tortures of the damned, cursing her heartless sister. It had been a black day for her when this bastard had come along. She felt new bursts of agony, rising up from her seat. She sifted about, trying to find a position that would not hurt so much. Instead, she brought on a return siege of the morning's agonies. Her body exploded with the hurt. She knew that the more she suffered, the more Janice enjoyed it. Her stomach was still sick, and her mouth still reeked of the taste of piss and pussy come.
Aurora was finishing up the fat man, as her daughter Janice was fucking away with Harry Fanson. She gave the fat man one last barrage on the ass. The flurry smashed into his big bottom. The pins made the pain far more intense, and his body trembled with the hurt. His eyes glazed over, and then he slumped forward, battered unconscious.
"Not bad, fat boy. I didn't think you had it in you to take so much."
He was a pretty tough fat man. She had to admit that. He could really handle the punishment.
Aurora opened a box. It was full of dark, stinking, foul shit. She approached the fat man and held the box up to his nose. His head began to stir, as the smell got to him. He tossed his head fitfully from side to side, and then his eyelids began to flicker open.
"What the hell, no. Nooooo."
His screams were cut short by the stuffing of the pile of shit deep into his mouth. He struggled and protested in vain, the shit was stuffed in.
Aurora filled his mouth with the crap and then taped it shut. The poor bastard tossed and jumped on his toes, his mouth stuffed with shit.
Aurora inspected her work. It had been an excellent piece of torture from beginning to end. She ran the money through her hands. The money she had to split with the bastard. She had to find out where he had the information that he had taken from her. The records, the films, all of the incriminating shit. Only then would she be safe.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Aurora stretched out her body, her tits held in her hands, the nipples thrust up to the attentions of the whip wielded by Harry Fanson. Harry was using a bamboo rod, with a flayed end, made up of bunched sections of bamboo splinters.
He swept it over her breast tips, brooming and flogging the big nipples. She shook and vibrated her tits in her hands, while her cunt did a constant movement shake upon the floor. She rolled it around, sweeping the pussy from side to side. The vibrators up her cunt and ass were humming away, and this increased the frenzy of her reaction.
Judy knelt between her mother's spread thighs, nibbling on the rolls of delicious white flesh on the insides of her thighs. She kissed and gnawed on her mother, tongue washing her from hip to ankle.
Janice was kneeling behind Harry. She bit and gnawed on his ass, her teeth holding captive a section of flesh while her tongue washed it. She blew air up his ass, tickled his balls with her breath. She sucked on his nuts, and gave him the pleasure of her tongue all of the way up his ass.
"Come on baby, eat me out," he demanded.
He swept the bamboo scourge over Aurora's stomach. Little needle stabs of pain shot through her. He swept it down between her spasming legs. He swept the small scourging points of bamboo into her bushy pussy. He rubbed and twisted along the inside of her vagina. He made her kick and scream, roll over and over in suffering. The vibrators dropped out of her hurt body, as she staggered to her knees.
He pounded her ass, ground the splintery whip into her ass mounds, and mashed them to mush. He made the big cakes wobble and shake from side to side. He brought the whip cracking back overhead and then dashed it right into the center of her rump with all of his might. The flesh turned to hot butter and churned upon the framework of her bones. Piss and shit poured out of her, as she rolled about trying to shake off the onslaught of pain.
"Get your face into that, Judy, and clean it up," he commanded.
Luckless Judy had her face mashed into the mess of shit. He stepped on the back of her skull and smeared her face into it so deep that she cleaned up the floor with it.
His rage turned upon Judy. As she tried to escape from the bite of his whip, he lashed her poor breasts with it. Thousands of little stabbing needles of hurt danced through her skin.
He seized the two women by the hair and dragged them behind him. Aurora and Judy, mother and daughter, crashed into furniture and walls, bruising their bodies.
He dragged them into the bathroom and threw them into the tub. He turned on the cold water of the shower and let it play upon their heated skins. He was soaping them clean, getting lots of frothy soap into mouths, ears, eyes, noses, cunts, and assholes. He half drowned them, filling the tub with water and holding their heads under. He made them eat soap off of each other's tits, and lick foaming soapy water out of each other's cunts.
He dried them off, toweling them brutally, making their flesh glow red. Holding one of them by the right tit and the other by the left tit, stretching the globes out into cones, pulling and corkscrewing the nipples as he walked, he led them out into the living room.
Janice came up behind Judy. Crack. She lashed the butt with a strap. It coiled upon the heavy bottom globes with all of Janice's might behind the blow. The cheeks danced and blushed red. She lashed her again, planting another prominent stripe upon the bottom.
"Don't reserve all of that fine punishment for your sister. Your mother can also use some."
"Thank you for that."
The overjoyed girl whipped her mother's soft ass. There were rolls of excess flesh upon the forty two inch hip line. Well stacked, but excess. Janice whipped the big bottom, sadistic satisfaction thrilling her cunt box as she laid the stripes on her mother's ass.
Harry slapped Aurora and Judy in the faces, making the corners of their mouths bleed.
"Stand on your toes, bitches. With your hands on your heads."
They took up the proper stances. As they balanced on their toes, muscles cramping, the sweat rolled off them. Harry slapped their faces and tits. He left red marks on their faces and breasts from the brutal slappings.
"Keep up on your toes," he raged. "I'll tell you when you can get down."
Judy's cunt was creaming. The pussy oil ran down her thighs. Aurora's pussy was also quivering, and her breasts were quaking with the heat of masochistic sexual explosion and desire.
He fingerfucked them, stabbing hooked fingers cruelly in and out of the abused gashes.
He slapped their thighs, their hips, pinched the nipples, belly rolls, and armpit skin. He plucked hairs out of the pussies, and stepped on their toes.
Janice was whipping away with the strap like a madwoman. She curled the leather around the white hips, lashing the legs and thighs, coiling red welts into the bellies and pelvises. Aurora let out a horrible, undulating scream when the tip of the strap landed squarely across the lips of the pussy.
"Drop down on your knees," he suddenly commanded.
The mother and daughter dropped down to the floor, crashing down off of stained toes. Their cramped muscles were kicking and shrieking.
He planted their faces together, mushing the faces so hard together that he almost bruised the noses. He made them French kiss, eat the spit out of each other's mouths. He made them roll on the floor together in sixty-nine. He lashed the locked together bodies.
Janice creamed herself off on a chair. She rubbed her erupting gash off on the back of the chair, almost fainting from the sight of her mother and sister locked together in the embrace of sex.
"Come here, my bitch," Fanson said.
He pulled her in close by the tits. He spun her around and draped her over one knee. She whacked her snatch off on his knee while he planted a hot ass spanking on her. He pounded on her ass with his hand until the welts on it were made livid once again and they stood out upon a sea of bright crimson flesh.
"What do we do to them next," she asked, as he whacked away on her tail.
"We could hang them up by the feet."
"Or sew them together."
"Or stick pins into their tits and quims."
"We could make them smoke cigars with their pussies, and eat the butts."
"Castor oil treatment with hot molasses enema."
"Hot oil enema."
"Sitting on itching powder and horse liniment."
"A bath in irritants."
They had a lot of groovy ideas about what to do with the pair. But of course, they could not do everything on the inventory to them.
They settled for the package of pain. They wrapped the two into a bundle, tying them together with barbed ropes. The ropes bit into the white flesh, and the barbs punctured skin to seek blood.
They screwed up the nipples into pinch clamps, and when the tight pellets of flesh bulged through the clamps, they thrust pins right through the nipples in many places.
They thrust long, barbs, studded wooden dildos up into the cunts. Thin trickles of blood ran out of the tortured boxes.
They whipped the tits, savaged them with riding crop and quirt.
They allowed hot wax to drip from candles between the boobs until the raw and blistered cleavages were covered with a waxy film.
They used the bellies as targets for darts. The pins punctured the soft flesh, making the small trickles of blood drawn add to the general carnage.
They finally chewed, clawed, punched, slapped, and pinched all of the wounds covering the two bodies. The mother and the daughter were in extreme agony.
"Come on you bitch, let's just leave the two of them here for now. I want to do things with that hot body of yours."
Janice danced away from him, shaking her little box at him.
"What do you want to do with me, bastard?"
His laughter was her answer. First, he slugged her mouth for calling him a name. He slapped her face until he had drawn blood and she was satisfied with the thrill of bleeding.
He slung her over one shoulder and carried her off. He threw her down upon a bed. Crack. He slammed his fist deep into her guts. She jackknifed into a ball of pain. He lifted her up into the air and slammed her down again. He gave her a shot in the mouth, chipping a few teeth.
"You fucking bastard."
This time she was really aroused to blind hatred. Her face was contorted with blind fury. She lashed out and clawed his chest to bleeding shreds with her claws before he could block her.
"You damn bitch. I'll kill you."
She smashed her foot into his balls. He doubled up and she threw a blanket over his head. As he struggled to get it off, she lunged forward and butted him in the groin with her head.
She tore out of the room, screaming with fear. Stark naked, she ran out of the house. She had made it halfway across the lawn, when he caught up with her.
A flying tackle brought her down. He rolled her over, brought his fist up high, and then crushed her groin to pulp with a crashing heavy shot. She went into convulsions of anguish.
He kicked and stomped her. He sat upon her belly and pounded her big tits until they were bloody pulp bags.
He dragged her unconscious body by the ankle, taking her out to the terrace, under the hot sun.
"Now, I'll show you something that will teach you to stay in line. You'll never get bad ass with me again, you stupid little pale blonde bitch freak."
He ranted and raved, although she was still unconscious and could not hear him. He tied her down to the hot stone, laying her out spread eagled. He threw the blanket that she had tossed at him over her.
"Now, I want you conscious."
He poured a gallon of water over the blanket. She came to, sputtering and coughing. A trail of blood leaked from her nose and mouth into a pool.
"Wh-what are you going to do with m-me. Oh, my head hurts so bad. Aieeee. My breasts." Waves of pain ran through her body from a multitude of hurts and injuries.
"You did the wrong thing baby. You lifted your hands to me. The ultimate no-no."
"You broke my teeth. You dirty bastard. You started it."
"I told you that you could be replaced. Now shut up or I'll do it. If I hear another word out of you, I'll gag you by stuffing a bucket of shit down your throat."
He cut a hole in the blanket right over her ass. He dug his foot into the welted bottom, and wobbled the cheeks around.
"I think that sun will give you a nice tan on your pale ass. You have such fair skin anyway. A nice, healthy tan on your bottom."
"This is a hot fucking summer day, and that sun is beating down on me. Oohhh, my breasts. UUuuhh. I'll-I'll get a bad sun burn if you leave me out here."
"You understand everything, don't you."
She screamed for help, but of course there was nobody to aid her. The sun bore down on her soft bottom. It burned into the tender tissues. Gloating, he watched the skin redden under the sun. It didn't take long. Soon after he released her, she was in increasingly severe pain from the sun burn on her tail.
"Wait until tomorrow, girl, when you start to peel. Then you'll know the unimaginable depths of pain you can feel in your ass."
"The pain. Eiiii. Oh please--soobbbb--sobbb --aaaaahhh. The pain is unbearable right now. You've ruined my breasts. They throb and hurt like they're ready to come off. And the pain in my ass. Its growing--eeeiii--and growing. My bottom in on fire. Put something on it. I'll go mad from pain."
"No you won't. You'll suffer continuous pain for days, but you'll bear it. Its only your ass."
"You fucking bastard. I hate you. I hate you."
He gave her a terrific crack on the ass. She jumped into the air, clutching at her hurt seat. It was as if molten lead had been poured over her tail. He caught her under one arm and blasted the red colored bottom with another severe spanking. He noted with satisfaction the way her body skin turned redder with every blow. Her ass had been sensitized by the sun. A touch was unpleasant. A spanking was murder. She experienced the amplified intensity of pain that only something ghastly, such as flaying could have provoked in her.
He threw her down, pinning her body. She screamed and screamed without a stop. She chewed holes in the carpet with foaming jaws.
She kicked and writhed about so much and with such fury that she kept throwing him off. She was so covered with a running muck of pain sweat that she was as slippery as a greased pig.
He slapped and pounded on the red rump. He pounded deeper and deeper color into the bottom. She was in torment, and he increased her agony with every passing second.
She passed out on him. He felt cheated of his fun. He picked her up and carried her off to bed.
He spread her unconscious body on the bed, planting a wooden board under her rump. He grated her tail upon it, rubbing the flaming mass raw as he fucked her with a ruthless brutality.
She regained consciousness in the midst of his raping her. She tried to get out from under him, but she lacked the strength to fight any more. He took his time, squirming on her with satisfaction, grinding her tail on the board.
When he had finished he dragged her into the living room and showed her ass to big mama. Already, the skin on the torn and roasted bottom, covered with a crazy quilt of welts, weals, lacerations, bruises, and scrapes--already it was beginning to flake and peel.
"Take a look at that mama. I'll bet you never did anything as wild as this to any of the bastards you work for the buck right? I guess my imagination is superior to yours, right?"
She said nothing, but she knew that even her daughter would not stand for such treatment. She knew that he had lost her. A little treachery could get the bastard off her back, after all.
CHAPTER NINE
By the next day poor Janice had an ass that was shedding its skin. Harry pounded and slapped the peeling bottom all day long. Janice had to be given a gag to keep her in her extremity of suffering from biting through her own tongue. Her suffering was horrible.
On the toilet seat, it took three of them to hold her down, so great were the convulsions of pain that ran through her body.
Her ass was slapped, slapped, slapped. Harry spanked her sitting down, on her belly, standing, bent over, and hanging by her feet. He slapped her running, standing still, and rolling over.
He slapped her ass with his hands, with straps, with paddles, with rubber bands. He peeled off the dangling flaps of skin, that waved from her rump as she ran before him under the hot sun, drawing him after her sitting in the slave pull chariot. "Please don't do any more of this to me," she begged him, when an anesthesia injected into her can had given her enough relief so that she could talk intelligently.
"Will you watch yourself and never have cause to make me blow my cool again."
"I swear, I swear," she pleaded.
He believed her. She had taken enough punishment to make a giant crack.
He gave her some more treatment to make sure that it held. The unfortunate girl was put on her knees, his cock buried in her mouth. All day she sucked him, licking his feet, her tongue sloshing his balls and cock.
He sat before her like a king on his throne. Giving her orders, telling her what to lick and suck. She began to hate him with a desperate, bitter loathing. She came to realize that he was a worse bastard than her mother and sister. He was crazy all right. He was getting worse every day too. Demanding more, taking off the top and off the bottom as well. The mother and her two daughters found themselves working for him, taking his orders. He became a mad tyrant, uncontrollably drawn to the torture and suffering and revelling in it.
Aurora looked in on her daughter, Janice, licking his cock. She was on her knees. He had a long switch in his hands, and occasionally he whacked her on the butt with it. Taking his time, enjoying her anguish, making her hurt.
She ran her hands over her own welted flesh. Her body was a mass of wounds. And the bastard was keeping them fresh. The clients were beginning to notice marks on her. There was just so much that her costume could cover. He was a crazy son of a bitch and a definite menace to her. She had to be rid of him somehow. Her fucking Janice. She could break the bitch's ass for getting her into this shit.
Janice had been enjoying her little reign as the king's favorite, she thought. Well, Janice was not enjoying it now. She was on the receiving end. Served the bitch right.
Judy was on her bed, ass up in the air. The bastard had wedged a vibrator up her ass so far that it was proving hard to get the damn thing out. Her bottom was a mass of welts from his strap and the whips he had used on her. There were cigar burns on her butt as well.
"Not so much fun now, is it?" Aurora taunted her. The little fool had been eager enough to pop off her rocks in this brand of masochistic play. But now the punishment was piling on faster and harder than she could take it.
"Are you just going to let that bastard keep on running things?"
"What sort of a suggestion do you have?" Let's just pack up and vanish some day when he's gone. Just take off and not be here when he gets back."
"A great idea. Just hand it all over to him on a platter."
"The fuck, he's got it all anyway. You just don't know it yet."
"I know it child. I know it all right."
She gave Judy a long sucking lick all along the crack of her ass. The girl began to purr.
"Mama's little baby. It doesn't take much to cheer you up, does it?"
Aurora had no idea what the hell to do. She was Madame Domina to the sappy bastards who groveled at her feet, but that name was becoming a joke to her. She certainly did not feel like a domineering woman. This bastard was making a complete fool out of her. She had become his slave.
She went downstairs to the torture chamber in the rear of the cellar dungeon compartments. She had set up her two pet slaves, Milton and Danny, for punishment. A little whip practice would make her forget her problems.
Danny was in his Denise drag. He had on the full thing, wig, panties, bra, stockings, and garter belt. He looked ravishing. And that was what Madame Domina had in mind.
She looked them over. Better already, she thought. It made her feel like herself. Now she was on top again.
"On your knees, Denise," she commanded.
The boy fell to his knees. She ran her hands over his wig, tickled him under the chin. He was trembling with fear, his typical reaction in her presence. It was reassuring to have a boy trembling before her.
"Frightened, aren't you?"
Crack. Her whip looped around his waist. She cut a welt into his belly. He grimaced and shook. She gave him a slash on his bottom. His butt was well wealed from a whipping she had given him two days ago. The blow split open parts of two old welts, in addition to giving him a new mark on his can.
"You do cut easily, my boy. This makes it so much fun to put the whip to you. Irresistible to leave it off of you."
She gestured to Milton. The gawky goon crawled over to her on his belly, a worm fastened in a leather straight jacket, arms fastened to his sides.
"Alright, punk, out of the jacket you go. Denise is a beautiful young lady. I want you to do right by her. Show your appreciation of her charms."
The goon gave her his toothy grin. He liked to fuck Danny in drag. Danny had little liking for it, but he was not given a choice in the matter.
Aurora strapped the two together loosely at the ankles. Milton embraced the boy, kissing him on the mouth, drooling all over him, sucking his nipples. He plucked the tips of the boy's breasts into his mouth and chewed them. Aurora watched with a cruel satisfaction, unraveling a long, limber whip, and cracking it in the air a few times, preparatory to use.
She began to whip them with a loop of whip that lashed snugly around their threshing bodies with every stroke. She left red streaks on the skin, but her blows were not cutting up the flesh. These were surface welts, stinging and brutal, but not bloody.
The whipping was particularly savage, since it did not quickly incapacitate the two victims. The beating went on and on, the whip coiling their bodies as the man made love to the boy, dragging them along the floor, making them freak out, but not putting them quickly out with ripping, lacerating power.
This beating will go on and on, Danny thought. She could keep on whipping them with that thin, ropelike whip for hours if she wanted. Thousands of needles and pins stabbed through his skin under the grinding, continuous pounding.
His partner was also in severe discomfort. But the horny bastard was hungry for his ass. He had his fingers up the boy's bottom hole, mashing and kneading his ass while going wild on the boy's mouth.
"Come on. Twist him around. I want to see some fucking going on."
The way she had attached the two of them at the ankles, it proved just beyond the realm of acrobatic possibility for the bastard to get the boy under him and bugger him from the rear. Milton was foaming at the mouth with frustration, just as she had intended. Her cruelty could be remarkably sharp and infinitely subtle.
"What's the matter with you ? Can't you get him around and put that thing into his ass? Come on, plug it into him. Fuck him bloody." But it was simply impossible. And so they went on in that twisting, groping way, tying into a wild knot, the frantic Milton trying to get his cock into position to screw it into the boy, and Danny more than glad that he could not manage it. Madame Domina was having more fun than she had enjoyed for many a day. It bothered the hell out of Danny to be an object of amusement for her. And the pain was frightful.
Finally, he could stand no more of it. What the hell, why not be a ram instead of a lamb? He suddenly planted both hands under Milton's head, and gave a twist of his body, getting on top of the big man. Before Milton could make use of his vastly superior strength and weight, Danny cracked his head back against the floor, knocking him out. His eyeballs rolled up, exposing the whites.
"What the fucking hell did you do?"
"I thought it might amuse you Madame," the boy said in a sarcastic tone.
"I see that all of my lessons have not been taking on you. You still have a foolish hard core bit of resistance left in that skinny body of yours."
"Why don't I fuck him for you, mistress? You might find the switch even more amusing than watching him fuck me."
The perversity of it appealed to Domina. She thought it an excellent joke on Milton.
"All right. Put your panties, bra, wig and stockings on him. Then you plug yourself into that asshole and fuck it until it drops off."
The boy needed no further encouragement. Somebody was going to be fucked, and it wasn't going to be him. He garbed the unconscious Milton in his own clothes, and then spread him out on his stomach, spreading wide the ass globes. He felt up the bottom, a hairy, ugly ass, for Madame Domina's pleasure.
"Come on, get in there."
He experienced a feeling of sickness and nausea. His body ached all over, thousands of needles and pins racing through his skin. But he was committed, and he had to go through with it. She left him no choice.
The problem was that he could not get hard. Looking at the unappetizing thing he had to get his pecker into just made it wilt and sag. He rubbed it along the flesh, pounded it with his hands, jerked it until he thought he would rip it off. No help.
Domina was ready to explode with rage. She seized a cat of nine tails. Swish. It ripped a jagged series of cuts upon his back.
"I told you to fuck him, you little fairy. Now get your prick hard and get it in there."
"I'm sorry Mistress, honest. But I just can't get an erection."
"You get hard or I'll whip your fucking ass off, you fag."
Her rage was frightening to behold. She laid on with the whip, chopping up his back. Her heavy boot lashed into his belly, another kick almost broke his jaw. He slumped over, a million stars and pinwheels dancing in his head.
Milton groaned, beginning to come around. He began to flutter his hands.
"All right, either you get your thing into him now, or I'll let him fuck you, the way I set it up originally. And after that I'll let him pay you back for the clout on the head that you gave him."
That did it. The spirit of self preservation came through. His cock came up as hard as an iron crowbar. He opened up Milton's ass with his fingers and rammed it in deep. Domina gave him a last lash on the buttocks, splitting open a series of gashes on the quivering cheeks. "Let's see some fucking now."
Milton awakened to sheer misery. He wanted to kill the little bastard for cool cocking him and now hot cocking him in a very tender spot. But there was nothing for him to do except obey his mistress. He was not constructed for resistance, compliance and obedience had been his thing for a long time, and he was the perfect masochistic slave, willing to go along with any command, however grotesque.
She was in ecstasy watching the ludicrous sight. Aurora placed four fingers inside her cunt box. She stroked the tunnel walls of her clit, now lodging all her hand up her vagina, moving and shaking it all around. The feeling of flash and fire grew in her genitals. She experienced the hot pepper racing up and down her thighs.
She used a long dildo to whack herself off while she watched Danny fuck Milton. Danny had Milton by the chest hairs, and he was gnawing the man's ear, experiencing a strong taste of revenge for previous injustices.
"Please, Madame, let me get this little fag off my back."
For that request the miserable Milton received another lash on his back with the cat.
"Shut up and fuck, creepo."
That ended his request to her. She just sat back and watched him being fucked in two. The boy soon spent his load. It was not much of a fuck. Simply second rate. But for poor Milton it was all that he could handle and more.
"What's the matter, baby," she taunted him.
Aurora walked up to her slave. She spat on the toe of her boot. Then she extended it to him, pressed the tip to his lips. His tongue slurped over it, washing it clean. She repeated the act for Danny, still resting on Milton's back.
She made the two of them stand up. Milton was naturally unsteady and shaken. She lashed them together face to face, tied at arm and leg. She wrapped barbed wire around their midsections, three lengths of it around their strained torsos. She tied it lightly, so that the barbs were barely piercing into them.
"Now we have a little problem in control. Those barbs will rip you up unless you remain absolutely still."
But it was hard for them to remain absolutely still with her whip stroking them. They quivered and shook, locking together and pressing close to maintain balance and find the support to avoid frenzied movement. They struggled to keep a tight grip on themselves. For a time they were successful.
Then Madame Domina tested them further with a more grievous torture. She heated pins until they glowed red with the heat. She plucked one up with a pair of tweezers, holding it up in the light for the frightened Danny to see.
"You've maintained a pretty fair level of stiffness through this little ordeal. But now we'll see if you can bear real pain with fortitude."
She planted the point in the center of his right buttock. As the pin simmered upon his skin, his body shook from head to toe. He was one mass of vibrations. Milton ground into him insistently, not anxious for the boy's jerking and writhing to rip them up on the barbed wire.
Madame Domina stabbed the pin into the buttock. She gave it a full turn to the left as she probed it in, altering the line of descent as she probed into the buttock.
The boy managed to control his spasms, even when she gave it a half flick out and then shoved it all of the way in again.
"Very good, you dummy. You still haven't ripped yourself on the wire."
She stroked his bottom, patted his hair. An obscene finger moved into his ass cavern and fucked it out.
"Let's try you next, Milton."
There was a small brown mark on Milton's ass, not quite a mole, but becoming one. Into this she plugged a needle. She stabbed it in, gave it full rotation, withdrew it up to the point, then plunged it all of the way in again.
"Arrrgggg," Milton shrieked. "I have to move, I can't help it."
"You had better help it for your own good.
Because I'm not going to release you just because you can't take any more of this."
She gave him three more needles up the buttocks, one right after the other with no time to think or muster his resources. He cut himself and his partner up a bit on the wire. Blood poured down their legs. It was inevitable, and unavoidable. There was just so much possible within the human body. He had reached his limit of stamina.
"Fortunately for you, I have a limited supply of pins. I don't want to waste them and leave none for little Danny. Danny has to get the point as well as you."
Danny got the point. She went to work on him again and turned his ass into a pincushion. When she had finished they were both in a bad way. They were half drowned in their own sweat. She left them in their predicament and went off to enjoy a puff or two on a good joint. Ever since bastard Harry had moved in on her, she had been indulging in this escape more and more.
CHAPTER TEN
The business came first. Harry Fanson wanted to be kept in the style to which he was becoming accustomed. That required money. And so, he was more than glad to let Madame Domina take in extra business.
Aurora Bryant had been a lazy bitch all of her life. She was greedy for money, but she had cut the business down to the minimum contacts necessary to maintain her in rich style. But now she was working double, to give Harry his half and still have her former figure of dollar signs to play with. It was a strain on her, and she was getting fucking sick and tired of it.
Janice passed her on her way to her room. The girl's bottom was still a bright shade of crimson. She had been bare ass for a week, lacking the tolerance for clothing even to put a pair of panties on over her roasted bottom.
Aurora gripped her by the arm. She poked a testing finger into the center of the bright bottom. Her daughter winced as if she had been stabbed with a knife.
"Leave me alone, or I'll tell him you're bothering me," she threatened.
"Yeah, you tell your knight upon a horse. You tell that son of a bitch. Maybe he'll break your ass again for annoying him."
Janice looked at her mother. She knew that she was still held at fault for what had happened. And she had to admit, it was her fault to a large extent.
"I'm really sorry that I brought him here. But what the hell, there's nothing that I can do about it now."
"I'm really sorry to hear that. But you are his queen," Aurora retorted with obvious sarcasm.
"Damn it, why don't you buy him off. Offer him anything, but offer him enough to get him to leave."
"He'd only turn it down. He likes it here. Besides, this is steady. He'll always have this. He'll stick around for a long time, he's having a ball. And the bread just keeps coming in steady."
"I'm tired of being treated like shit."
"Doesn't he give you all that you can handle?" Aurora made the fucking sign with her hand.
"He isn't that good, damn him. He thinks that he's superstud, but half the time he's pretty lousy. I want him out of here too."
Aurora threw an arm around her daughter's shoulder.
"Maybe, Janice, if we work together like a family once again, we can get him out of here."
"I sure as shit don't see how we'd manage that."
"Let your mother look out for that. I think we could get rid of him, if we don't rush it. I want you to play up to him. He likes to drink, he likes to get stoned. That's his one damn weakness. And he likes to talk when he's bombed. I want you to get him to talk, I want you to get him to talk and talk.
"Be nice to him. Crawl, suck his cock, make him love you again. Take any shit he hands out and act as if you want more. And you listen, you find out things. You find out where he keeps that shit he took, that blackmail package. You find out where it is. Once we have it, we can kick his ass out for real."
"He wouldn't leave, you know that." Aurora smiled malevolently, her teeth clamped together, gnashing and grinding.
"Sure I know. You don't have to paint me a picture. We'll have to get rid of him permanently."
Janice went pale. Her belly heaved and shook. "What's the matter, does the prospect scare you? Are you afraid of a little permanent type offing?"
"You mean to rip him?"
Aurora played with Janice's tits. She kissed her daughter while sticking wild fingers up her cunt hole.
"We get rid of him and we can have fun again. I'll give you your Danny back again. He won't let you have Danny, but with him out of the way, Danny will be yours once again."
Janice looked at her suspiciously. It all sounded too neat, too pat. She doubted that her mother would be so free of feelings of vengeance directed toward her.
"And what about me, mother. I've brought him here. He's whipped you, fucked you, made you lick his boots. And I've made you do some crawling as well. How do I know that you won't rip my ass as well?"
"We have to submerge all of that for the common good. If we don't cooperate, we'll never get rid of him. He'll be here until he collects his social security."
"I wish I could trust you entirely."
"Baby, you'll have to trust me, the same as I trust you. It's necessary if we're to survive. I'm talking about survival. This bastard is crazy. What about your ass? Does it still hurt? Has it stopped hurting for a single second?"
"You know that it hasn't. I have to sleep on my belly."
"Except, that he rides your bones so often that you wind up on your back most of the time. How does it feel to have him fucking you while that skinned ass of yours is throbbing away?"
"Pretty damn bad."
"Well, what do you say? Are you with me?"
"All right. I guess that I really haven't any choice in the matter. We either hang together or we each hang alone. I'm with you."
"Good. Now you get into that bedroom with him and you be friendly. Get down on your knees and give him some head. Let him know that you love it."
Janice was good all right. She gave a performance that had him begging for seconds. She licked his balls, letting all of the hot saliva churn out of her mouth. She took his cock in, working it back, holding it in, sometimes doing a frantic head dance on it, at other times going slow.
Harry watched her head move. She seemed recovered from all of her resentment. He was glad of it.
Hanging overhead was Judy, her body spread between the four big bedposts. Loops of rope bound her wrists and ankles. The ropes sank deep into her flesh, making her bleed. Her body arched and spun, wracked from side to side, in convulsions of pain.
As the girl at his feet sucked his cock, he reached up with a long knitting needle. He touched the downward hanging nipple. Judy tossed in her bondage, her body writhing to avoid the contact. He pressed it into her nipples, right through the skin. He channeled it around inside the flesh of her breast, turning and dipping. Blood dropped down on him. He lay back and watched Judy bleed, the blood falling on him, drop by drop.
"This is a stupid way to torture somebody. Very messy. Let's take her down."
Fanson and Janice took Judy down from her bondage. With shaking, weakened arms and legs she kicked and threshed about, trying to get free.
"Let's hang her up by the feet."
They took her into the next room, a room in which prisoners and slaves were sometimes disciplined. There were large meathooks set into the ceiling. They suspended her from the meathooks, her body struggling violently.
They strung one foot to one hook and the other foot to a second. They drew her up into the air and strung her up, her legs spread wide and gash wide open.
"Well now, we have something interesting to play with."
Harry rubbed his fingers inside her pussy. It was all wide open and vulnerable to him. He shoved three fingers into her gash and two fingers on his other hand into her asshole. She quivered and trembled, and his hands made wild things happen inside her body.
"Get me a candle. I think I'm going to have some real fun with this little bitch."
"No," Judy screamed, guessing what he had in mind. "Not that, you couldn't do that to me."
"Guess again, girl. I could do it and I will do it."
He selected a whip from the whip rack. He chose a quirt. He rained blows on her pussy with it. The crackline vibrated under the blows of the whip. A few trickles of the bright red ran down her flesh.
"Come on, get me those damn candles." Janice settled on two very large candles, thick and long. He crammed one of the candles into Judy's snatch and shoved the other one up her ass. He stuffed the orifices full, wedging the candles in until the outline of the candle up her vagina was apparent under her belly.
"Now, we need a match."
Janice was required to light the candles herself. He played with her bright red rump while she lit her sister's hole stuffers. He ran the tortured flesh through his hands, slapping and pinching. The mere touch sent thousands of pins and needles, knives and daggers, blasting her skin. He rumpled up the fat meat, slapping it lightly but steadily.
Now the candles were ignited. The flowing wax slowly began to pool at the rings of the flesh enclosing the bulk of the candles. Wax formed on her pussy and anal ring. He knew that as the candles burned down, they would inflict upon her a growing pain. Her bad time would really begin when the taper was close to the flesh. When the flames began to reach her, and the wax began to touch her when it was really hot, she would go into orbit.
He whacked Judy's ass, slapping it with his strap. Crack. His belt crunched into the globes, leaving a red stripe on the meat.
Janice began to turn on to it. She laced her pussy over Judy's mouth, giving her sister a box lunch to eat.
Judy had no choice except to eat it. Janice fed it to her. She pulled her sister's tits to guide her, ripped and messed her hair.
They made a pendulum out of her, swinging her back and forth, until she was sick with dizziness. They tickled her with feathers, thrust dildos into her mouth. They wrapped wire around her legs and bound it tight, sinking it into the soft flesh and leaving dark marks that would remain for days.
"Having a ball again?" Harry asked the cream blond bitch.
"Only if you enjoy it, baby. I want things to be the way they were between us."
He clamped her head in his hands, staring into her eyes to see if she were truthful. Most arrogant people have the mistaken assumption that they can tell the true from the false, and Harry was no exception. He believed her, thus putting his head on the block.
"Okay, doll baby. Then we're right back where we were before. So let's get it on."
He tied her to a post, her hands bound around it. He pressed her back harshly, mashing her tortured ass upon it. He slapped her around, cuffing her on the face and tits. It turned them both on. The cunt cream began to generate in her quim and to pour off thick and heavy.
"Baby, you turn me on all the way. You really are one gorgeous hunk of ass."
She considered him a fool. But it was all to the good that he was sticking his head into the noose. She went into a high and fast, rip out freak off. She poured off the juice. Her tits were so hot that they almost scorched his hands.
He took up a quirt and used it on her. He lashed weals into her well formed, drop shaped and massive tits. He whipped them until they were so patterned with overlapping and crisscrossed welts that it was impossible to tell where one began and the other left off.
He threw down the whip and crushed the bloody boobs into his hands. He kneaded and pumped the knockers, making her feel the full effects of agony in them. Then he flattened them out, crushing her breasts flat with the palms of his hands until he was ready to crush her right through the spot.
Judy was giving off a full range of screams. She was in such pain that her body was coming apart. The wax forming on her crotch was now very hot, searingly, painfully hot. Her cunt and ass were exploding with the stuffed candles shoved up them, and her whole body throbbed with hurt.
Every muscle had been cramped and shattered by the bondage she was in and the bond-Her tormentors ignored her cries of despair. They were busy getting it on. Janice was doing her part, and she was giving the bastard a wild fuck for his money. She had him all hung up and going for it.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me until I can't take any more."
This talk always turned him on. He plugged away, opening her up, going crazy inside her rich body. Janice had him going, he ripped and plowed, butted and bounced. His thing was as big and hard as it ever was, and he was giving her the best fuck of his life. He was crude, but this time he was satisfying to her.
With her tail on fire, and her cunt sizzling with desire and pleasure, she could almost forget her enmity toward him and her need for vengeance. Almost, but not quite. She knew that he was a maniac and a bastard. She had to be rid of him, he couldn't be trusted. The only thing that worried her was what her mother and sister would do to her after he was gone.
He finished shooting off his load in her. She was limp, her body still experiencing orgasms. He was just a little dissatisfied with his inability to keep up with her. When a nympho baby shot off her wild twat, there was nothing to do but hold on for the ride as long as you could. But no stud could go to the end of that ride with a bitch like her. She was just too much to handle.
But she was his to control. What did it matter, as long as he held the whip hand. In the end, it was being in charge that counted.
That was one thing he was certain of. As long as he had the information safely tucked away, he was in charge of all of these bitches. Three of them, all under his authority. It made him run his hands over her body in glee. He pulled her away from the post and began to lay it on hot and heavy to her vulnerable, tender bottom.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Angelique Van Ess enjoyed keeping her husband and sons in baby bondage. They enjoyed it as well, the freaky happenings and wild sex. She gave them enemas, left them in their own mess, gave them cock to eat and cunt to lick.
Sometimes she let them serve at her feet in the costumes of maids. It was a change from the diapers and the baby cribs.
Now she was at Madame Domina's. She came around once or twice a month. She loved the way Domina broke the fucking male slaves up, took them apart and reassembled the pieces.
There was a groovy new cat at Domina's. He was crude, arrogant, and he had the manners of a pig. But she was sitting on his lap playing with his cock in one hand, while feeding her tit to him with the other. She was still giving out the milk, and this was a new kick for Harry Fanson, drinking milk out of a broad's tit.
It was a change for her to be with a man who was not subservient. She could not have gone for it as a regular diet, but it was all right for a change of pace.
Harry took a long drag at her right nipple. The filled tit quivered under his touch. He milked the stream of warm white liquid into his mouth, and swirled it around before gulping it down. He had never expected to get a taste of mother's milk at his age.
He gave her a nibbling bite. It made her tingle and turn on. He rubbed her free tit, intending to get to it in a short time.
"Do you feed milk to those kids of yours?"
"Yes, and their father as well. It really makes them horny, drinking from my boobs."
"I can see why."
Aurora felt her blood boil. The son of a bitch. Now he was moving in on the actual performances as well. Taking part, getting in there. He had forbidden her to use Pete Canos again. He was cutting her off from her old contacts, isolating her in her dependence upon him. Well, he would not get away with this forever.
"This man is really a gem, Madame Domina," Angelique complimented her. "You really have good taste."
"A gem, he sure is."
Now it was time to get down to it. Three frightened males quivered at her feet. She strode around, testing bottoms with the top of her boot.
The dumb husband was first. She fed the whip to him, slicing up his ass. She laid it along his bottom. His fat, hairless, shaved bottom. She cut deep welts into his rump, enjoying immensely the flow of blood. She whipped his butt to pulp, thinking of the ass of Harry Fanson in place of the bottom she was whipping off.
The two sons huddled together, finding comfort in this mutual embrace. She tore them apart and went to work on them. They scampered around the room, leaving a trail of blood behind as her whip found the vulnerable flesh time and time again.
"Isn't she marvelous when she swings that whip?" the mother said.
"Yeah, a real champion."
He took the other tit into his mouth and greedily sucked it. The pumping of his cock in her hands in rhythm with this drove him to heights of wildness he had not imagined that he was capable of reaching.
Harry thrust his fingers into her snatch. He slid them around inside the spacious chamber. She certainly had a huge hole. It had seen a lot of service in its time.
Aurora was now getting down to serious torture with the three clods. She lashed the three of them side by side, their sweaty skin mashed close together.
She walked upon them, sinking and grinding her spike tip heels into the tender flesh. She jabbed her heels into the groins, made her footprints in the hairy chest of the father, stomped the pink bellies of the sons.
She squatted over the face of the husband and opened his mouth. She slowly sank her heel into his mouth, grinding around inside it. He was trembling with fear, thinking that she might batter his teeth apart if she was careless with her step.
Aurora was now walking and dancing all over their soft bodies. Her feet left their imprints deep in the vulnerable meat. She spit into their faces, stomped the slime into their skin.
"She has a wonderful technique," Angelique commented, admiration in her voice.
"Not bad technique. Of course, I could do just as well myself."
Angelique hardened his cock with a few turning yanks of her skilled hand.
"I have a lot of talent myself, Harry. What do you think of the way I jerk off cock?"
"I dig it the most, baby. And what do you think of the way I finger pussy?"
Saying this, he sank his fingers all of the way into her box. He sloshed in the fire hole, the heat almost boiling his hand. He felt the wetness begin in her cunt, the flow filling his hand with a thick oil.
Aurora was now squatting over the mouths, fingering her pussy to get a nice aroma started up. Then she squatted right over the open mouth of the husband and took a long, slow piss into his mouth.
"My Herb is used to that treatment," Angelique explained. "I do it to him every day. Sometimes I mix it with tit milk when I feed it to him."
"Some baby's formula."
"He likes it well enough."
Harry sloshed fingers inside her wiggling cunt. He shoved his other hand along her crack-line, and then probed for, found, and entered the asshole.
"He doesn't have much choice about it, does he?"
Aurora suddenly dismounted the poor pathetic man's mouth. She passed on to the taller of the two boys, the blond one. She stroked his hair, smiling at him with mocking tenderness and affection.
She sat on his mouth and gave him a dose of hot piss as well to drink. When she had finished with him, she passed on to the brother.
The last of her victims was more than reluctant to partake of the refreshment she had served to his brother. He stubbornly refused to open his mouth.
"If you want to be that way, I'll have to discipline you, George."
"Do you want me to help you?" Angelique asked.
"No thanks. I have plenty of patience and a lot of ideas. It shouldn't be difficult at all." She planted her foot on the boy's right nipple. Then she pressed downwards, her heel crunching down against the unyielding firmness of the breastbone. Between hard leather and bone, the nipple began to mash to pulp. He screamed in anguish, as she slowly twisted her heel down into the bloody disc, that spurted blood as she shredded it to pulp.
"Do you want to drink, boy?"
Weakly, he nodded his head. When she squatted over his face, he opened his mouth as far as it would go.
"No trouble, no trouble at all. The easiest thing in the world."
She finished off the last of her urination in the boy's nauseated mouth. She took her time, shaking out the last drops within her body into his open mouth.
She finished up by sitting on his face. Her ass covered his face, squishing around on his head, the weight bearing down on him.
Aurora pounded his belly with her fists. Her hands sank into butter soft skin. She gripped his balls in one hand and pumped his cock with the other. Her hands hurt him, pounding his cock out to an elongation that made it appear his cock would snap like a rubber band; his balls squeezed until he convulsed with the pain that threatened to burst his nuts.
Aurora piled the three bodies one on top of the other, the father on the bottom. She took a whip and slashed the heap of flesh, ripping flesh, bursting skin apart. She ripped and tore and covered the floor with drops of crimson.
She kicked the top body off the pile. His battered body bumped upon the floor. She kicked his ass from wall to wall, one kick landing square on the ring of his asshole and almost rupturing his anus.
Harry was getting hot watching her at work. She had the three of them in serious condition by now. They were bleeding as readily as butchered hogs. It made him eager to get in on something himself, caused him to think of tortures and humiliations that he could inflict upon Aurora and her two daughters.
Aurora dragged the two boys into the 69 position. She stuffed cock into mouth, and then laid the whip into the tails of the reluctant pair.
"Let's see some fancy cock sucking around here."
They fell to, not with a will, but knowing that they had no choice in the matter. She watched them with sheer pleasure, the father in her hands, her whip up his ass and his joint hot and hard in her hand.
She made him lick the blood off the welts on the ass of the younger boy while she pumped his joint and shoved the whip around in his bottom hole. She turned it around and around, bloodying the inside of his ass.
She took the thing out of his rump and fed it to his mouth. He was required to suck and lick it.
She waited until the two boys had eaten all of the come out of each other.
Harry was so horny that he was blowing his mind. He put the bitch mother down on her back. She was ready for it as well. She spread her legs, letting her husband and her brood have a look at her being fucked. They watched with avid, morbidly fascinated eyes. They could not tear themselves away from the sight.
Harry put his mouth to the depleted tits, sucking away. There was little milk left, but he got out a few last dregs of the sweet fluid.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep into herself. As he fucked away, she dug her nails into his back, sinking them in and ripping her marks into him.
The father and sons were having their faces slapped silly by Aurora. She pounded on them, pulled hair, twisted limbs.
She picked up a length of chain, and began to flick it upon their lacerated flesh. They went into jerking, convulsive writhings. They screamed with dread of the harsh chain, that struck them with dangerous power.
Aurora split open skin. She tore them up, made the torsos bloody.
Watching through the two way mirror behind the panel compartment, the two daughters, Judy and Janice, were getting their own rocks off at the gorgeous sight of the torture orgy.
Each of the girls had a dong embedded in the other. They reamed out their bottoms with vibrators stuck all of the way up in the brown-holes.
"That bastard Harry is getting his end wet in that witch, Angelique," Judy said.
"He won't be in the fucking business much longer," Janice sneered. "We're about ready to carve up his nuts and put them up on the wall for souvenirs."
"Do you know where he stashed the evidence?"
"Just about. And when I do, we put our hands on it. Then it's all over with him."
"I can hardly wait. First, I want to hang him by the big toes, his head above a bed of hot coals. We could stick needles into every part of his body, inch by inch, from top to bottom. Even in his balls. Then we could give him the water torture. A pint at a time, gallons of it down his gullet. Only we could use hot piss instead of water."
"You really are pissed at him, aren't you? Well, I want his bastard's hide as well."
Judy thought that it was not only his hide that she wanted. Her hatred for her sister had burst its bonds of blood relationship ever since she had brought Harry Fanson home with her. Now Judy wanted her to pay as well, and her mother had come around to that feeling. She was not yet certain how far she wanted to go, but she would make her sister regret her foolishness before she was through with her. She would have Janice's skin for her own trophy.
Janice knew what her sister was thinking. The hostility had deepened perceptibly between them. She thought of the things she had done to her sister in the past few days with the upper hand over her. Judy would not forget those things in a hurry. Not a chance.
Harry was still fucking away on top of Angelique. She was beginning to have second thoughts about him. His technique was crude, all drive and bull lungings. He certainly promised a better roll than he delivered.
Aurora was taking a shit on the face of the father. She squatted right over his trapped head and laid a huge load of hot dung right in the center of his face. Then she mashed her ass down and smeared the crap all over his features, grinding it in with vast enjoyment.
"You two boys don't look so sick. It's going to be your jobs to clean up this mess in a few moments."
She finished her task of messing him up, getting half of the shit on his face and the rest of the excrement on her heavy bottom.
He was then cleaned off by the younger son, licking and chewing his ass clean, while the other one cleaned off Aurora.
They were sick, ready to puke their insides out. The nausea clawed at their entrails.
The boys went staggering out, heading for the john. She allowed them a few necessary minutes to clean off. She tossed the husband about on the floor, her boots sending him sprawling all around the room.
"Poor, abused son of a bitch. Nobody gives you any understanding. Well, I love you."
She showed him that love by kicking him a few times in the nuts. She made his previous pain seem mild and endurable in contrast.
His body and face covered with mess and blood, he crawled off to the bathroom, his tail high in the air, reared up high for the bitter caress of her boots. She sank her toe into his cheeks, battering and battering and slamming. She crunched his asshole to puffed up, bruised pulp.
"Come on baby, move it."
In the bathroom, the three suffering males were forced to wash and clean one another with mouth and hand. They licked away patches of blood and dried sweat. Under the shower they went for a thorough cleansing. Soap in the mouth and all over the face, getting into the eyes, smeared up the ass. Their suffering was increased rather than diminished.
They were indeed a sorry trio.
Harry was finished with Angelique. She sat back smoking a cigarette and watching him puff.
"Did that take care of you for today?" he asked her.
"No, but it will do for now. Later on, the three of them will do very nicely for me."
"Your sons too?"
"Incest is all right just so long as you keep it in the family."
He decided that she was a little bit weird even for him. He would stick with these freaky broads and their whipping scene.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Harry Fanson was staring into the angry 0 of a gun barrel. The business end was pointing right at his belt.
"Come on in, you bastard."
Aurora was sitting behind his desk, staring at him with predatory, hungry eyes, bloodthirsty eyes.
"What the fuck do you want," He asked, keeping his voice cool. The thing was to remain on top of things, not to break up with panic and do something foolish.
"I won't go into a lot of useless talk," Madame Domina said.
"The thing for you to know is that we've got our hands on your insurance ticket."
She reached into a drawer and pulled out one of the notebooks he had confiscated to use as blackmail over her.
"You should have treated Janice better, you asshole. She got her hands on this for us. And all of the rest of it. You shouldn't have been stupid enough to talk to her when you were stoned and drunk. She pried a few little secrets out of you over a period of time, without arousing suspicion. Along the line, you blurted out the hiding place of all this shit without realizing it."
Panic showed on his face. He felt his legs turning to jelly.
"I have other copies, all of the shit necessary. I wrote all of it down and gave it to a friend."
"Bullshit, fucker. You wouldn't be stupid enough to let anybody know about this shit. You're lying, and we know it."
"What are you going to do?"
"Pay you back for all of the trouble you gave us."
"I'm a cop, you freaky bitch."
"Ex-cop. Four months out of the force. You've lost contact, been forgotten. You're dead to the department."
"Damn you, I'm walking out of here."
She fired a shot, clipping away the top of his left ear.
He clapped his hand to the wound, eyes wide and staring with terror.
"You can see now that I'm not bluffing you. Come in here, people."
Milton, Janice, and Judy came storming in behind him. His hands were wrenched behind his back and handcuffed together.
"Now, you're as helpless as a baby."
Judy grinned up at him at one side, Janice on the other. They ripped his shirt off and played with his nipples, tickling and sucking them, as his mouth began to dribble uncontrollably with fear.
"Tear him up," Aurora commanded.
Judy pressed her nails through the skin at his throat. She raked him down to the waist. Janice kneed him in the balls, and ripped him down the back with both hands.
Judy brought her little fist right up into his mouth. She cracked three solid shots into his mouth as Milton and Janice held him. Blood spurted from torn lips.
"No, no, eeiieeeaaaa."
The three of them tore his clothes off. Janice seized hold of his cock and bit into it, almost severing it before she let loose. Blood oozed from her bite marks. She bit into his shoulders, his chest. She raised a row of bloody bite wounds all along his chest.
They threw him down and stomped on him. Judy stomped on his groin, mashing his cock and balls. Janice kicked him in the face, breaking his nose and battering his teeth to pieces.
Then drove him across the floor with blows and kicks, beating him with whips and straps. They stomped his hands and feet, crushing a few fingers gory and broken.
Harry rued the things he had done, but it was far too late. The crazy bitches were killing him. A frightened, broken animal, he tried to scramble to his feet, and leap through the window. But his body was no longer obeying the commands of his brain. He was too battered for that to work anymore.
They continued to pummel and pound him.
Heavy feet in stomping boots splattered him into the floor.
He was on his belly, half floating in delirium. Suddenly, he was aware of a heavy body descending upon his. The cakes of his ass were wedged apart, and something stiff and warm ripped deep into him. Through the haze in his broken skull he heard the women shouting encouragement. Suddenly, he realized that the clod Milton was fucking his ass.
His pride of manhood exploded. But it burst like a balloon, for the remnants of his strength were helpless to do anything about the assault on his body.
"Get off me, eeeiiiaaaa. Get off."
Pain ripped through his battered torso, under the threshing of the heavy carcass on his back. But this was as nothing compared to the mental anguish of being fucked up the ass. There was nothing he could do about it, absolutely nothing. The big cock rode in and out of his asshole, creaming into him filling him up.
Janice was in a triumphant ecstasy. She was flying high and away. Her ass was still sore from the sunburn and torture of many weeks ago. She remembered what he had done to her.
She had sworn revenge, and now she was taking that revenge. She felt a pang of remorse, but part of it was for her loss of position rather than sorrow over what was happening to him. He had asked for it, called it down upon himself.
"Look at that Milton go," Judy said.
Janice laughed and goosed her forefinger up her sister's asshole. They exchanged French kisses, and groped each other on the tits, enmity forgotten for the moment in celebration of their triumph.
"Do you really have to get rid of him," Judy asked her mother.
"The bastard is too dangerous to let loose. He'll be back after us when he gets out of the hospital with a gun."
The broken Harry was making animal noises under the clown fucking his ass. The rapist poured his cock deep into the honey hole, slogging it around.
"What about keeping him for a slave," Janice suggested.
"We'd have to get rid of him sooner or later, anyway. He isn't the kind we could make a pet out of. He's too damn dangerous."
"Can I watch you do it?" Judy asked.
"You can even help me do it."
They watched Harry make animal jerks and flailings under the rapist. At last Milton was finished. He rolled off of his victim, pulling out his now limp dick.
"Very good Milton. For that, you can suck my cunt," Madame Domina offered him.
The happy slave crawled to her feet and placed his tongue in her box. He ate away, a very contented slave.
"What do we do to him, now?"
Aurora considered. Her face bore an expression of maximum pleasure as the slavish Milton ate her out.
"Lets lose him in the woods tonight. We'll bury him out there."
"I know just the spot," Janice offered. "The place where he took me that first time."
"Could you find it, love?"
"Sure I could."
Judy had an inspiration.
"He looks so unhappy. It must be because Milton has finished fucking his tail."
"Of course child."
"Let's give Denise a taste of his bottom. Make a gang bang out of it."
"Right on, girl. Go get her."
Denise, clad in red and purple panties and bra, was locked in a closet, pins rammed into her ass. The boy-girl was released from this bondage ordeal and brought into the den to see the fallen blackmailing bastard. His eyes popped with wonder and terror when he saw the state that Fanson had been reduced to.
"Don't be afraid of him, he's helpless," Janice assured him.
In a stuttering, frightened voice he asked Janice, "Do I belong to you again, Mistress Janice?"
Aurora snorted with disgust.
"Absolutely not. All is forgiven, but not forgotten. You belong to Judy now."
"Yeaaahhhh." Judy did a cartwheel out of sheer joy. The brooding, bitter Janice, vowed to herself to sooner or later rip off her double dealing mother and bitch rival sister.
Judy gripped her new slave by the cock. She hand jacked him, making his organ swell up hard and hot.
"Nice joint you have there. But it needs exercising. An unexercised joint loses its vitality."
"How do you want me to exercise it," He asked in a tremulous tone.
"I want you to fuck that bastard on the floor. Fuck Harry Fanson right up his mine-shaft."
"I-I couldn't do that."
Before he even saw it Aurora had the whip out and she cut it across his chest, giving him a new collection of gashes.
"Don't you tell us what you can and cannot do. You'll do exactly as we tell you to do. No more and no less."
He fell upon the man and fucked him. He had a rough time of it, almost as frightened and miserable as the victim. He shook with the fear so pronouncedly that the women broke up with laughter. It was the funniest damn rape they had ever seen.
The raped man cried like a baby, his bottom used like a cunt. The sadistic women made comments on what a lousy fuck he was.
Smelling salts and buckets of water brought him around enough for another round of torture. They were far from finished with him.
They hung him up by his fingers and thumbs, including the broken ones. They hung weights from his toes.
Madame Domina put on her gloves and went to work. She beat him for hours, pounding his flesh black. She smashed his belly to pulp, blackened his eyes until they were buried under slits of skin between lumps of battered tissue. The teeth were battered from his mouth, his ribs were cracked one by one.
She revived him when he passed out by touching lit cigarettes to his nipples or balls.
Behind his back the two sisters played fingerfuck with each other while they had his ass all to themselves. They pounded it to a ballooned pulp with boards and paddles, cut it up with whips.
They filled the buttocks with tacks, pins, hot needles, splinters. They carved their initials into his skin, and peeled away long strips of skin.
They whipped his back to bloody ruin. He was in the center of a splatter of blood everywhere. Pools of it formed under him on the floor.
Madame Domina was weary. Her arms were aching, she could not summon the strength to hit him any longer.
"That just about does it for him," she said. "He's hanging on by a thread."
"And now we cut the thread."
"You have the right idea, Janice."
Janice looked at his unrecognizable face. She shuddered. They had never before come close to such savagery. She had not known just how vicious she, her sister, and their mother could be.
"I can't take any more of this. I want to end it now and get on with the finisher."
Her fire cooling off, Judy felt the same way. "Let's call quits to it and finish him off."
"Alright, children. Lets get him out to the car and take him on the long ride."
"Out to the end of the road."
They stuffed him into a sack, and piled the sack into the trunk of Aurora's sedan. Then, calm and dressed in rather conservative, ordinary clothes, appearing to be a group of average, normal human beings, they drove their victim out to the dirt road where he had taken Janice so many months before.
"Does this bring to mind, fond memories?" Judy asked sarcastically.
"Are you starting in on me, again?"
"I keep remembering," Judy reminded her," that you were the cause of all this trouble."
"I don't see it that way," Janice said.
Judy laughed. She slipped her hands under Janice's skirt and began to fingerfuck her in a savage, uncontrolled way. She slammed her fingers in and out of the box, trying to ignite it. Janice squirmed in discomfort.
"You just hold still and take it. When we get back to the house I'm going to spank that big ass of yours one thousand times. Then I'm going to strap you down to my bed, strap on a dong, and fuck you all night long."
"Mother, are you going to let her do it," Janice asked.
"Sure I am," Aurora answered.
Janice then understood that nothing had changed. Her position in the family still was low on the totem pole. Well, she had learned a few things from their victim, Harry, and she would put her new ideas into motion. She would assert herself in some way. They were not as clever as they imagined themselves to be.
"Well, tell me if this is the place," Aurora asked her.
Janice looked around. Something caught in her throat. It was the clearing all right.
"This is the place. Lets get him under the ground, fast."
"Aren't we going to finish him first," Janice asked.
Aurora laughed with satisfaction, hatred and fury in her laughter enough to make her daughters shake.
"Nonsense. Why bother him in that lovely sack. Just pour him into the ground, and cover the sack up."
"Bury him alive?"
"Why not. Janice, dig him a grave." Grumbling, Janice went to work, digging a deep grave.
"Make it even deeper," Aurora ordered. Janice felt a chill. There was something about the way the two of them had clustered together, something about the tone of her mother's voice.
Suddenly, she realized that the grave she was digging was too large for one. It was meant for two. No. They wouldn't--not to her.
She whirled around, her face betraying her fear. The look on the faces of her sister and mother as they recognized that look of fear gave her the answer she needed.
"Damn you, you won't kill me."
They came at her, mother with a heavy rock in her hand. But they had miscalculated, and she had the shovel. She swung it in a short chopping arc, into Aurora's knee cap. The knee cracked, and Aurora fell to the ground, shrieking and cursing with the pain. Janice and Judy rolled together in the hole, fighting for their lives. The shovel rose and fell. Aurora rolled into the hole. There were shouts, screams, horrible sounds of bones cracking.
Then the grave was filled in. And the dirt was patted down upon the grave.
It was Janice who drove away, alone. She had a huge, bloody gash on her head. And her mind was in shock. There were three bodies in the grave she left behind.
The shock was too much for her. She lost control of her driving two miles from home. The car went off an embankment, and she was thrown through the windshield with a broken back and cracked skull. She was dead before her body stopped rolling.
