The Rajah was one of the new and exclusive clubs, a wild freak-out place for experiencing all that was possible with a heavy and easy wad. Legality was secondary, the throw of the dollar decided all. There were topless croupiers at every table and the dancing girls worked stark naked beaver, fingerfucking themselves during their routines and offering meat to the customers to eat, wild snatch meat.
Vickie worked as a croupier at a blackjack table. Her smooth, lightning deals were worth watching to connoisseurs who could tear their eyes from her big, bouncing tits. She worked topless as they all did and a wild lock of pubic snatch hair sprang out of the g-string covering her cunt.
Alexandra was her roommate, working as a roulette dealer. She was very dark, with long, waist length hair in contrast to the golden tresses of her roommate. Her body was long, thin, sensual, with swelling mounds nevertheless, melons as big and well formed as the more excessively fleshed body of her roommate.
Alexandra was playing at her table, taking in the big bets, catching the eyes. When it was her shift, she was all business. She bobbed and bounced her tits, letting the johns have a wild look at her charms, as they put down their chips and left them more often than not. She worked on, the heat making her skin sweat slightly.
Mr. Arno, the manager, liked to see the sheen of a little sweat on a girl's body. It was what the customers wanted to see and consequently, it was what was right for the place. The marks loved to grasp and grope, run hands over tits and ass. They drank at the bar with the croupiers when they were off shift, hands moving over tits and ass, fingers roving into hot cunts, their money flashing out and into the hands of the place.
And of course there were the entertainers, the wild shows. Fucking, sucking, dildo wielding wild girls who came like machines for the amusement of the money droppers.
Arno watched Phillip Allister dropping his money. The creep was in for ten thousand. He had been derelict in his payments once, and he knew the consequences of losses he could not cover.
"You fucking bitch," he snarled to Vickie. "I never win when I play against you."
She smiled at him, scratching away a bead of sweat resting on her large, drop shaped nipple, making him go hard thinking about her. She loved to turn on the dumb ass creeps, even more than working them over when they couldn't come up with the bread.
"If you can't pay, don't play. Or better yet, go to one of the legal casinos."
He looked at her. His brand of creepo freak addict for gambling and losing and kinky mistreatment couldn't function at one of the less 'lively' places.
"Shut the fuck up and deal," Allister grumbled. "Hit me."
"All right, big man."
She flipped the card to him, breaking him. She knew it before it happened. He had the gift of losing.
"Still playing?"
"Sure, you shiteating bitch."
But he was out. He was now down fifteen thousand and he couldn't raise another chip.
"How good are you for this," Arno questioned.
Allister fumbled around with the question for awhile. "Give me two weeks and I can raise it."
Arno smiled at him, the mouth twisted into the smile shape but the eyes cold and hard.
"We don't like welchers. I think a session with one of the girls might teach you a little lesson."
"I'm leaving. I want to go."
Arno made a sign. One of the bouncers came up unobtrusively beside him and wrapped a heavy, iron-hard hand around his neck.
"Come along, asshole."
They took the bastard away. Vickie smiled and dipped a finger into her pussy, letting the customers have a flash glance of her beaver pelt. Now it was time for fun. She wanted to work on the bastard herself.
When her shift ended she put the question to Arno. He smiled at her and groped her tits, sucking on her nipples.
"Alright, swinger, the dude is yours. Make him understand that he had better come up with the bread. You can tear his ass. But I get a two-hour blow job out of you for the favor."
"Yeah, sure."
He gave her ass a hard slap as she wiggled it off to the back room. Phillip Allister was waiting for her, shitting in his pants with fear.
"I want out of here, you can't keep me here like this. I'll call the police."
Vickie stepped in on him and dug her knee into his groin. He doubled up, clutching his injured balls. She gave him another swift knee thrust, balling her hard knee into his groin. As he crumpled, she lifted her knee up into his mouth. Blood splashed out as the shock rattled loose his front teeth.
"Strip him down."
His clothes were torn off by the grinning bouncer, torn to pieces. Vickie snapped a pair of handcuffs on him, cuffing his hands behind his back. She grinned with pleasure, as her hands clawed his skin. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, sinking her nails deep into his skin and then ripping him open from his shoulder blades down to his ass.
"Aiieeeee. I'll get the money, I swear I'll raise the bread."
Vickie wiggled out of her g-string. She wiped her ass with it, mopping up all of the sweat and crotch odor on her bottom. Then she stuffed it into his mouth, gagging him.
"I believe you buddy, but just to make sure, man, I'm going to torture you for a few hours. Can you dig it, dude?"
She ripped hairs out of his chest, his thighs, out of his thinning scalp of hair. She plucked out hairs from his eyebrows, his eyelashes, from his balls, pulling them out with tweezers.
She strapped him down to a table with heavy leather straps, sinking the bonds deep into his tender, white skin. She raked his chest bloody, criss-crossing the parallel tracks of blood into his skin, running them together. Again and again she clawed his chest. She sank her nails into his flesh and then swirled her fingers in vast circles, or scratched back and forth from side to side until she had torn apart the skin and etched canals into the terrain of his flesh.
She chewed his chest, biting into his nipples until her teeth tore open his flesh, blood oozing out of the small animal-like puncture wounds. She swept her hands over his chest, covering it with blood. She finger painted initials and words into the thin coating of blood smearing his chest, wiping out the words and beginning again.
"Now let's beat the living shit out of you." Vickie loved to torture and dominate a man in this way. She grasped his face between her hands, crushing his face, wrinkling and mashing his features, pinching his nose. The bitch teased him, blowing hard into his ears, biting the lobes and twisting them between her teeth until they bled. She bit and kissed his lips bloody, making him suffer.
She began to slap his face. She clutched him by the hair with one hand, half ripping his hair out by the roots, and with her free hand she pummeled him. She used a stiff wrist and slapped him from the shoulder. Back and forth her hand flew, his cheeks showing the marks of her hand. Red bruises soon covered his face, and his skin swelled. Black and blue coloring soon developed. She licked her lips, her tits rising and falling, her cunt spilling out the hot flooding climax fluids.
Her friend, Alexandra, came in, playing around with a dildo. She was off her shift and wanted to see the sport.
"What did the fuck do?"
"He got careless with some paper on fifteen g's."
"That is serious. I guess you're gonna give the little fruit the full show."
"You know it."
She kept at it until his eyes began to blacken. She pinched his crimson, bruised cheeks and then with one karate chop broke his nose.
"Tsk, tsk," Alexandra said. "You are a brute."
"Bullshit. What about that guy you gave the boiling water enema to because he kidded you about his bankroll and got you to rim him."
"You're forgetting, I also fried his balls with his own expensive cigar and then made him eat shit."
"So who's bad?"
Vickie took a bullwhip and began to flog her twitching, heaving victim. She lashed his chest. The whip cut long, bloody red welts into his flesh. The cracking power of the whip on his chest made pain flood through his internals as well, made his heart and lungs ache with hurt.
She whipped his belly. She cut patterns of welts above and below his tiny white crater bellybutton, cracking the tip of the whip cruelly across his groin, letting the flying black snake bite his cock and balls. Every time the tip of the whip swished across his nuts, his entire body went into a convulsive series of vibrating seizures, which almost broke the strong restraints.
"I'm not trying to maim you, bastard, because with this whip I could rip your body to shreds. I could peel the flesh from your bones if I wanted to."
He was in no position to appreciate her mercy. She took his whip welts and kneaded them, crushing the torn flesh in her hands. She squeezed blood out of welts, pulled them apart and shoved the crack lines together, clawed the wounds and bit into them. His sweat splashed body gave off the stenches of fear and pain. He twitched and jerked, his hands and feet clawing and grasping at the air, snapping and jolting, as he suffered pain in his helplessness.
"Now for some ball breaking."
She took a small bamboo rod. She began to tap upon his balls. A few inches, in short, sharp moves, the rod cracked and swished into his hairy balls. His eyes rolled and turned, his flesh convulsed. Pain blasted him apart. His balls were tapped, tapped, tapped, as they turned pink, and then red, and then scarlet. They began to grow, swelling up under the sting of the rod. Vickie whipped his balls, and also the tips of his fingers. The instrument was ideal for this type of punishment. She pounded and pounded, steadily and efficiently. His genitals ballooned, his fingertips throbbed, red and blistered. She went to work on the soles of his feet and on his toes.
Alexandra joined in the treatment. She sat on his face, mashing her shaking and jelly rolling ass all around on his hurt face, cutting off his air, making him gag. She scratched his chest, plucking up bits of welted hide and then biting into the white meat. She bit whip welts and scratch marks, pounded his ribs and stomach, poked her fingers into his groin.
She pissed in his mouth, making him drink it down. As she tortured him, Vickie concentrated on his feet. She pressed the thin bamboo rod into the spaces between his toes and twisted the flexible wand into his flesh, grinding and rubbing, making his feet explode with pain. She whipped the soles of his feet until the small vessels under his skin broke and red streaks covered the swollen crimson meat. She pounded and hammered his toes to twice normal size, then pinched the swollen toes with pliers.
She pinched his nipples with pliers, and also his cock. She crushed the head of his limp prick between the jaws of the pliers and then twisted his cock around and around until it was wrapped up and corkscrewed like a knotted rope. She bent it sideways, pulled it out to full stretch, flopped it back and forth.
She pinched his nose, his ears. She pulled clumps of hair out of his armpits. She pinched and squeezed every finger and toe.
Alexandra lit a cigarette. She brushed the hot tip against the tender flesh of the insides of his thighs, close to his groin. She incinerated and burned tufts of his pubic hair. She grazed his ballooned balls, and the tip of his cock.
They turned his tortured body over on the flip side. Now it was time for plain and fancy ass breaking. They took a pair of leather straps, heavy, thick devices with small metal studs for increasing the punishment. They began to whip his ass to bloody pulp with all of their might. The tortured masochist came and his sperm flooded into a growing puddle under his belly as the topless croupiers whipped his ass off. They pounded, one strap landing, the other flying back. His ass swelled and became a great inflated mass of torn bloody meat. Two medicine balls, covered in red, bouncing up and down as the straps criss-crossed hundreds of ridged welts into the flesh. Blood flowed freely, his ass was butchered meat. His bottom was so bloody that the red fluid sprayed across the room. He lay twitching feebly in a puddle of blood.
Vickie went into a series of exploding orgasms. She staggered away, feeling the explosions wracking her orifices, fire and ice.
Arno came in to take a look at the handiwork. "You two bitches really go to town, don't you?"
He looked at the butchered ass. It looked as if it had been through a mangling machine. He would hate to be on the receiving end of a workout from these two.
"That's what you get for being a bad boy and handing us thin paper."
Arno probed the bloody rear. It was covered with a layer of welts, one upon the other. It was still rising like a hideous yeast filled cake. The skin writhed and trembled under his touch.
"That will do for now. We'll turn him loose tomorrow. He'll come up with our bread."
Arno gripped Vickie by the big knockers.
He took his cock out and shoved it in and out of her wet honey cave.
"You really do shoot off a big one when you explode, don't you cocksucker?"
She kissed him on the mouth, her mouth filled with the taste of sweat and blood. He grimaced.
"A real vampire. You must have been drinking the poor slob's blood. All right, on your knees for some blow jobbing, doll."
Vickie knelt down and gave him a two hour blowjob. She took her time sucking him off, aware of the glazed, pain filled eyes of Allister sometimes focused on her.
Alexandra played with her dildo. She shoved it first in one orifice, and then the other. She creamed out her hot cunt and reamed out her heated ass.
She gave pathetic Allister a few dildo fucks up his asshole for good measure. He still had enough reaction to go into kicking fits when she rammed it all of the way up his ass and rotated it, socking left and right and back and forth.
It was a hot and wild night for Vickie. When she had finished with the blowjob, she was still hot from torture and subjugation. She wanted to do a little cocksucking for bread. Arno laid on a half a dozen men in the john, twenty-five bucks a head for her for blowing their cocks clean out. She took them on, as Arno watched through the peeping mirror, the naked body of Alexandra turning to sex jelly in his hands as he creamed her off, fingerfucking her while chewing her tits.
Arno watched the wild girl on her knees sucking cock. It made him feel dominant. He took Alexandra across his lap and spanked her. He slapped her ass, the two twin spheres of white, unwrinkled meat slamming up and down, bouncing and splitting wide apart, mashing together and shaking from side to side as his hard hand slammed them again and again, making them turn pink, then a deepening shade of red. Alexandra cried, the tears rolling down her cheeks, tears of passion as she came while her ass was beaten.
Vickie sat stark naked upon the floor of the bathroom dribbling hot come over and between her tit globes, still fingerfucking her hot gash as the men watched.
It had been a wild day, far beyond the bounds of all laws, a fuckout day as Vickie called it. That night at home with Alexandra they went on through their scene of freak-out s-m sex.
"I'm going to whip you, torture you, bind you," Vickie told her. "I'm going to conquer you and make you suck my tits and cunt and ass."
Alexandra moaned with delight and abandoned masochistic lust. She crushed her ass globes in her hands, mashing her flesh raw and bruised her fingers as she rubbed hot cunt with Vickie.
"I'm ready, love, do it to me."
They mashed cunts into one shimmering, jumping rubbing mass of wet hairy snatch meat. Tits were pressed together, all hot and hard.
Vickie staked out Alexandra on the coffee-table. She bound her arms and legs with rope, tying it tight. Then she plucked up the tits and began to mash them. She kneaded and rubbed and ground and grasped. She took the nipples and riddled them with pins, again and again, stabbing into the peaks, shoving the slivers of metal in and thru again and again, laughing while she did it.
She shoved dongs up into Alexandra, front and back. She slapped the cheeks of the ass red, reddening them easily as they inflamed from the residue of heat still remaining in them after Arno had beaten them.
She flipped Alexandra's feet over her shoulders and knelt down, face to the girl's cunt, eating her out merrily while pounding ass. She used a ping pong paddle spanking and spanking, making the skin turn bright red. She chewed on the tits while spanking ass, shoving the dildos around inside the wet holes occasionally.
"Break my ass, chew my tits. Don't be afraid to leave marks on me, it'll turn them on at the table tomorrow."
Vickie strung her up from a leather harness dangling above her bed. It was made up of interwoven straps, forming a v-band and a series of straps for binding the torso. Alexandra was strapped into the harness and dangled in the air above the bed. Her legs and arms threshed about from side to side. Her body shook and trembled.
"Now I'm going to whip your ass off." Vickie lay sprawled obscenely on her back, legs spread, under the horizontally strung up body. She took two flexible bamboo canes and began to beat simultaneously on the body with them, one on each side. She slapped the whips upon the hips, whipping from the waist to the knees, up and down the white columns of the legs. The body dangling above her trembled and shook. She whipped the tender flesh, making her friend cry out in pain ecstasy.
The twin bamboo canes slapped continuously upon the flesh, reddening the skin, making fire-pain flare through the mass of white flesh. She slapped the tits, the belly, the buttocks. She spread her legs and wiggled her pelvis in half-roll circles while lashing the cunt of her victim, slapping the tips of both whips upon the lips, making the tender and vulnerable cunt meat jiggle. She hit the bouncing tits, slapping the nipples, then slapping all around them until the breasts were wracked with anguish.
She lay on her back, stroking the inside of her vagina with the tip of one of the whips while she whacked out the inside of Alexandra's cunt with the other whip. Alexandra dripped sweat and cunt cream down on her. She screamed as the end of the bamboo whip stuck up into her vagina rotated around inside of her.
Pain blacked out her mind, sent her spinning in and out of darkness while her pussy throbbed her off into ecstatic orgasm. She passed out at last, going down into a whirlpool with anguish flooding her body and every orifice aching with sex climax.
CHAPTER TWO
A clever dealer can sometimes work a switch on the house and use a partner to thread out the winning numbers and take a good skim off of the top. Carole was a bosomy blonde with a swift hand and a clever shuffle that she could use to deal the cards the way she wanted. She worked with a partner undetected for about a month, three times all together, dealing blackjack and slipping the partner winning cards.
A good house has spotters who can pick out the devious little tricks and sidewheelings of any dealer, and the Rajah house spotter soon put the finger on Carole. After her shift at the table one Friday night, she was taken before Arno. Arno sat behind his desk silently and ominously, watching her frightened tits bounce and heave.
"You have a good reason to be frightened, my girl. I want to know how much you took us for."
"I didn't do anything," Carole lied. "This is all a mistake."
Alexandra was standing close to the excessively fleshed blonde. She cracked a short, heavy whip into her ass, ripping apart the fabric of her shorts, spilling out a hunk of white ass crossed by a bleeding red whip cut.
"I'm sitting her getting angrier and angrier and you're telling me these lies. The short bald runt with the nervous eyes, Mr. Boyd. He's your shill, you bitch. You've been feeding him cards, three times all together. I want the total, or we'll get it out of him. I've had him picked up on his way out. He had sixteen hundred with him. You were going slow, weren't you? Didn't want to be spotted, did you."
"Please, give me a break."
Alexandra gave her another slashing stroke upon her well padded bottom. Thin cloth split, spilling out more bleeding ass tissue.
"How much did you take?"
"Eight thousand, only eight thousand."
"Together or apiece." The voice was blazing with fury, and the frightened girl quivered with fear.
"Eight thousand each. But I'll get it back for you, I swear that I will."
"Sixteen thousand dollars. We pay you five hundred a week. Plus all the tips you get for barhopping and bed hopping on the side. For blowjobbing, fuck parties, working the dance numbers sometimes. I took you out of the dance line and made you a dealer. I was going to put you on the roulette wheel in another month. And this is how you repay. For a lousy sixteen Gs."
"I'm sorry, I swear I am."
"You'll have cause to be. How much is left?" Carole sobbed miserably, "None of it."
"You blew all eight thousand. How much money do you have?"
"I have my car, my clothes, and about five hundred dollars. Nothing more."
"What about your friend."
"He told me he was broke."
Arno sighed. "You should have held on to some bread, fuckface. You owe me sixteen thousand plus a little for the aggravation you've caused. Let's say twenty even."
"Please, please."
"How do you intend to pay? All of the money and possessions you have will only come to a few thousand."
"Let me pay you off as a dealer. Plus side money. I'll suck cock, play stag shows, anything. I'll be able to pay it all off to you in about eight months."
Arno shook his head sadly.
"I'll never trust you at a table again. I could sell your soft ass to a bondage whorehouse in Tijuana for that amount, but I'll be generous. You can work it off as a dancer. You'll do the wildest strip and fingerfuck number in the place. You'll suck cock, dildo yourself, blow cigarettes with your vagina. You'll take on customers for blowjobs and other sports for nil, I'll pocket every dime. You'll sleep in the cellar, and live on two dollars a day, food money. You'll wash in the sink and in the toilets. You'll wear nothing, absolutely nothing for the time it takes you to earn this bread the hard way."
Carole fell to the floor, sobbing bitterly. She had been sentenced to an ordeal of humiliation and suffering that would break down her spirit.
"Don't think that this settles it. You deserve a little bit of discipline for what you've done. And I'm sure that Alexandra and Vickie are the bitches to give it to you, whore."
"No, no, no."
Carole knew that she was going to lose the skin off her ass. She made a break for the door. Alexandra made no move to stop her. But when she threw it open, Vickie was standing there waiting for her, holding in her hands a discipline helmet.
"Arrgh, no, no."
The terrified girl made a break away from Vickie, but Alexandra gripped her by both wrists and easily wrestled her to her knees. She planted her foot in the girl's back and snapped back her arms, twisting them to the breaking point. As Carole bent forward, Vickie calmly and carefully put the helmet on her. It was shaped like a hood, made of leather with many straps adjustable to the whims of the torturer, able to inflict crushing tension upon the face of the victim. There were neither eyeholes to see out of nor a mouthspace to allow protest. There was merely a small hole to allow the pathetic victim to breathe. A tall, tight collar buckled around the neck holding the head erect in strong tension.
"Break her in half girls. Take her in the backroom and get to work on her. All of the equipment you could want is there. I don't care what you do to her, just so she can start peddling her ass in about two or three weeks to pay off her debt."
These words sentenced Carole to an ordeal of horrendous suffering. The cruel girls took her to the backroom, Vickie already busily at work on the ass.
They whipped her along, her shorts shredded to pieces and all of her ass cheeks hanging out of tears and splits in the material. Her bottom cheeks were crimsoned with welts and blood. Vickie slashed her ass back and forth, etching an overlapping pattern of small welts into the big cheeks.
In the backroom they threw the girl down on a table, flat on her back and all laid open to them for torture.
"Alex, we are going to blow our rocks off." The two vicious girls exchanged kisses and tit gropes. Then they peeled down and began to torture their victim with all of their flesh hanging out and their pussies exposed to wild gropes and fingerprobes from one another.
They shoved the girl's breasts into huge iron cups, cups that screwed and slid tight, closing up and clasping the big tits of plump Carole into crushing grips. Her tits were slowly crushed and mangled. The cups closed tighter, the girls turning screws and cranks which sealed up the iron cups and clapped them down, decreasing the space under the cups and at the same time bearing down the way a juice squeezer squeezes juice out of an orange.
As her tits were mashed, her cunt was filled with stones. Vickie selected large stones, the largest and roughest that she could cram into the well used vagina. She parted the lips and crammed each stone viciously into the cunt hole. All of the way she shoved the stones in, then added more until the belly bulged with the shapes of the stones and her cunt was stretched and spread out all of the way with the heavy weightage of rocks crammed into her pussy.
Alex slowly turned the crank, squeezing the left tit. A gush of blood oozed from under the iron breast cup. She turned the crank all of the way, closing the cup to the last notch. Spasms of pain spread through the body, white flesh beaded with sweat heaved and tossed in orgasms of unbearable agony.
"It should take all of two weeks for these tits to heal up."
"Let's take the knockers out and see what they look like, Alex baby."
The tits were freed from the iron flesh crushers. They were in hideous condition, half mangled and coated with blood. The tiny vessels had been broken giving the flesh the look of purple swelling and vessel breakage under the skin that fighters inflict upon one another with sharp flicks of the gloved hands upon the skin. Her tits were spurting blood from many broken patches of bruising, and from the centers of the nipples.
"Let's hang her up."
The body that they hung by the thumbs from a pulley was limp and unresisting. They yanked and clawed the rocks out of her cunt as she hung there. A minor douche with rubbing alcohol and horse liniment brought her around kicking in agony.
They went to work on her again. Vickie stood before her tearing out single hairs and small clumps from her cunt bush with a pair of tweezers. As she was painfully defoliated, Alex stood to her rear beating upon her ass with a thin, wooden cane. The cane inflicted stinging blows that made the victim feel that a knife was being drawn across her flesh. The weapon allowed careful aiming, and Alexandra concentrated upon the welts already inflicted upon Carole. She split and bruised and tore the welts on Carole's ass, swelled them up and splashed blood out of them. Carole's body writhed and kicked, her flesh torn apart by unendurable pain. Her tits leaked blood down her belly and into the cleavage, rolling down to her pelvis along many paths. As her cunt was coated with blood, the bloody hairs were plucked out by Vickie.
They worked upon her in this way for a long time. They kept at it until there was nothing left to tear from poor Carole's cunt. Her bush had been defoliated. Her cunt was red and raw. Her ass was covered with hundreds of small welts on top of the welts already cut into her skin, and her bottom had swollen from the constant pressure.
Vickie took time out to ram a dildo up her cunt and grind it down. When she had finished and allowed it to fall out it was stained with her cunt juice. Now she wanted more sport with her victim.
Alex was licking and chewing the wounds of her victim. Eating out the welts, sucking blood out of them as her sharp fangs inflicted still more hurt turned her on all of the way.
They worked on her bloody tits. They kneaded and mauled, milked and grasped the knockers. They pressed their fingers all of the way down into the flesh and made the blood ooze anew from the injuries. They burned the tits with lighted cigarettes. Vickie seared her initials into the tits and also fired the nipples. She made the body twist and spasm with new contortions of anguish.
They shoved a pair of huge wooden poles up the girl. They filled her cunt and asshole with the heavy wooden poles and then twisted the two giant rods around inside the orifices, trying to slowly press them out of position, trying to force the poles together inside the body of Carole.
They stretched her out on the table once again and washed her wounds. Water cleared oozing blood out of gory wounds. Then they flipped her over on her belly and strapped down her hands and feet. It was an unnecessary precaution, for she lacked the strength to resist them. Now the torture began once again in deadly earnest. They plunged needles into her buttocks. Her ass was large, rolls and wrinkles of rich fat, layer upon layer. They stabbed the needles in deep and twisted right down into the soft flesh. They riddled her ass with dozen after dozen, changing the angle of descent into the twitching flesh, eager to make her suffer.
Her flesh spasmed upon the wood, crawling and streaming off water. Her flesh itched and wormed, turned hard and mashed soft, spat out blood and ran off water. The pins probed in and out, up and down, from side to side ruthlessly and without pity. They stabbed oozing blood from a hole, half removed the pin, and then redirected the harsh stab into the tender white ivory flesh.
Screams broke from their victim, muffled and distorted to incoherent blasts of wordless sound by the muffling helmet of silence.
They tore the slivers of metal out of the pincushioned ass and began to beat it. They pounded it to mush with paddles, bringing the implements up and down, causing one section of flesh after another to grow and well. Purple layers of bleeding welts were piled one upon the other. Then they restabbed the bleeding ass with the pins, puncturing every ridge and hill pounded on the pulpy ass, making the body explode with pain. Shit and piss flowed out of the spasm racked body. They tore off the helmet and messed the face with the filth, smeared the face until it was a brown stained mess with a screaming mouth.
"Yccck, what a fucking stink."
"If you think it smells bad from where you're standing, imagine how it smells to poor Carole, sniffing it from the inside, so to speak."
"Shall we do even more horrible things to her?"
"Yes, let's not stop until she's right at the breaking point."
"Right on."
They rolled her over on her back. Blood spread in a puddle under her beaten ass. They fastened her down once again, and went to work on her torso. They tore away small patches of skin with tweezers, plucking off tiny fragments of her white skin. They tore at her nipples with pliers, stretching and twisting them into fanciful shapes.
"Power to the evil."
They stabbed pins through her nipples, touched lit cigarettes to her pussy lips, spelled out their initials on her stomach with pins.
Joyce and Ellen were two luscious broads working the dance line, topless, bottomless, and inhibitionless. They specialized in the wild in and out fingerfuck while allowing the hot and horny onlookers to grab off and fondle a hunk of thigh.
They knew what was going on in the backroom, it was no secret. The thought of the wild torture stimulated them, turned them on all of the way. They fancied that they could hear the screams of the unfortunate Carole as they slithered from a sensual bump into a rolling grind.
"Come on, you great big beautiful blonde bitch," shouted a tall, fat man with an obvious hardon as Ellen was fucking herself with a beer bottle, "Fuck out that big gash of yours."
Ellen laughed, and let the fat man have a few feels at her sweaty thighs. He ran his hands up her legs. She dipped down to let him swab with his tongue at her brimming pussy. He began to box lunch on her as Joyce went into a wild routine, smoking a cigarette with her snatch. She took it out and began to orgasm, showing off her big ass to the audience. She came close to the edge of the stage and allowed them to reach over and play with her ass. Hands moved all over her flesh. Someone shoved a finger up her bottom, poked around in her asshole.
"If you want it that bad, come up on the stage baby, and eat off a piece."
The dude took her up on it and came up. He got down on his hands and knees and started eating. Once started, he was a hungry bastard.
"I want to suck it," Ellen shouted. She was ready to one up on her friend, Joyce.
A cock was readily presented to her. With one hand up her snatch and a fat slob biting the flesh of her butt, she took a long, heavy prick in her mouth and started sucking on it.
In the backroom thoughts were turning to sex. The two bitches were eating the abused body of their prey. Vickie chewed on the defoliated snatch and Alex ate the tits, covered with welts, crushed to pulp, and burned as well. Her mouth tasted blood and gore, she sucked away at the swollen nipples, sieved by sharp pins and topped with the burn brands of the cigarettes used on them.
As the girls played with their helpless victim, they also played with each other. Vickie reached out and took hold of Alex's ass. She fondled the rolls of white flesh, then began to clutch and knead handfuls of the soft material. She yanked on the ass flesh, and then began to pound it. Her hands smacked into the rolls of flesh, she spanked heat and color into the tender ass. Alex began to turn on. She rolled her bottom from one side to the other, and smacked out her big rump for the sting of her friend's skilled hands.
Soon they abandoned the beating and raping of Carole and became involved in their own scene on the floor, rolling and groaning. They clawed into each other, before remembering that they dared not work with bodies covered by the wildcat claw marks.
"Eat me, you fucking bitch, eat me."
Vickie clamped Alex's mouth to her pussy, opening herself up all the way to be eaten by her friend. She took the head and locked it between her thighs. She pumped it between her legs, pumping it faster and faster as she came in the sweet mouth.
"Oh, you bitch, you wonderful cunt sucking, dirty evil bitch."
She picked up the whip, and as her snatch was eaten, she lashed out at the body of Carole, still bound to the table. She flogged the whipped carcass, making the well striped body once more throb with pain and pour off the hot blood.
"Come on, I'm climaxing, oh, don't stop."
She began to tear up the ass of Alex, the one spot on her body that would not be revealed at the table when she worked. She slapped the ass, then clawed it, raking long, red lines from the small of the back to the tops of the long, shapely thighs. She ripped and tore, then began to scratch perpendicular lines, across the span of the buttocks. The flesh creased and rolled under the onslaught of her hands. She clawed the ass bloody, then spanked the areas she clawed.
She took the butt handle of the whip, and shoved it up Alex's ass, parting the cheeks and then shoving it through the stubborn puckered ring. Up, all of the way, sliding and squeezing, the tension and the pain in the ass stimulating her.
"Stop it, oh, stop it."
"No, Alex, I want to whip fuck your ass. Oh, keep on eating my cunt."
"You're killing me, eeeaaaaah."
Her love's suffering spurred her on to new efforts. She yanked the whip back and forth, in and out. She experienced a mounting heat and sparkle in her own gash, and the mouth continued to work on her, this time with the added stimulant of sharp, stinging, gnawing teeth. Alex bit and fanged the cunt lips, trapping the clit between her canines and tearing at the pulpy lips again and again.
"Oww, oh yes, oh keep on chewing my cunt lips you shiteating bitch. Eat me, up, make me come. Oh, don't stop, make me climax again and we'll whip Carole some more, maybe to death."
They came in a sixty-nine knot, entwined together. Fingers were shoved up cunts and asses, they ate and came, and ripped ass. Cuts and bruises on the bottom didn't matter, and it would be a thrill to sit on whip welts and bruises. They beat ass off and then when they had finished they turned their attentions to Carole once again.
They began to whip her already hideously disfigured and broken body from head to foot. They whipped everything, even the girl's face. They split an eyebrow and tore a series of cuts into her cheeks. When they had finished the body was limp and covered with a thick coating of blood.
CHAPTER THREE
"Come on baby, ride with me, stay hot."
The wild voice of the hot crapshooter spoke the magic words to his dice, as he rose on the crest of his winning streak. His chip pile grew, and a knot of gamblers watched with the excitement generated by the streak of a winner.
Arno watched as well, Gunther was far ahead, and as he worked on his numbers, Arno had a suspicious feeling about the dice. As the magic seven came up, he felt that he was justified. He reached out and scooped them in.
"What the fuck you doing man," snarled Gunther.
Arno looked at the dice, weighed and balanced them in the palm of his hand, bounced them and listened with a keen ear for the telltale sound he expected.
"These are your cubes buddy, not ours. You switched dice on us. These are loaded bastard.
You're using fixed dice."
"Goddamn liar, man. I'm cashing my chips and getting out of this asshole joint. You're trying to cheat me. I should know that joint peddling ass with the gambling can't be on the square."
"You ain't walking, man. Hold him, George." Gunther felt a vise close on his arm. He turned and stared up into a face made up of iron slabs, laid one on top of the other, strong and expressionless. He knew he was in big trouble.
Arno tossed the dice to George. "Open these up for me, George."
The big man grimaced as he crushed the dice to powder in his free hand. He let the fragments fall to the table. It was plain to see that the cubes were rigged.
"You stupid bastard. You must think we're real amateurs."
"That son of a bitch," snarled Vickie. She was ready to kill him, she had been the dealer and the bastard had taken her in. She had the crap table shift, the best spot of all, the crap shooter girl, and this bastard had taken her in. She had disappointed the house, she had been careless and blind, in a stupid way. And now she knew that her ass would pay for that carelessness.
"This is a fine time to be concerned," snarled Arno. "Why not let him have the whole place next time. Where were your eyes, were your fucking brains asleep. Or do you pack all of your brains in your knockers?"
He slapped her on the tits hard, his hand smacking back and forth. The gamblers laughed as he brought tears to her eyes stinging her big, bouncing tits.
"Please, let me out of here," Gunther begged.
"Look for our cubes, George."
The big man tore open the pockets of the cheater. The real dice were found in his sleeve.
"Well, that finishes that. Take him into my office."
He tried to struggle, without any success. They hustled him along, his feet barely touching the floor. The big man handled him like a baby. As soon as he was inside, the big bouncer laid one in his gut. As he doubled up, George brought a heavy knee up into his face. The nose cracked with a loud sound.
"Enough, George. I want the girls to work on him, it'll be meaner and more fun that way."
The operator knew the reputation of the girls who worked there. He groaned and tried to get to his feet, his broken nose leaking blood. George handled him as easily as a baby, lifting him up by the wrists and depositing him in a chair with a shove that almost took his head off.
Vickie and Alex were soon on him, working as well with Lola, a girl who worked the roulette and crap tables most of the time. Lola had a set of educated breasts, and her big thing was to circle her tits left and right with all of the players gawking at her mobile set of knockers. She also had a fiendish imagination for thinking up the ordeals of damnation when this talent was called upon.
"Let's take him out back to your apartment," she suggested to Vickie and Alex, who were playing grab tit in anticipation of the great rock blowing fun to come.
The apartment of the two girls was right in back of the Rajah, which was one hell of an advantageous situation.
They took him out the back way, stark naked, howling like an animal. They had tied his hands and feet with rope and slung him over a pole, which they carried easily. His screams rent the air.
They took his ass to pieces first. They began by shoving long pins into his rump. Lola hummed snatches of music as she moved the pins around inside his buttocks, shoving them left and right as the whim hit her.
"This is too boring, we must find something more imaginative for this one."
"Why don't we fry his balls over the gas range?"
The poor wretch went all to pieces when he heard this dire suggestion. He groveled and pleaded, foam falling out of his fear shocked mouth.
Lola stuffed a pair of dirty, soiled panties into his mouth. Then she split wide open his asshole, cramming the end of a broomstick into him and ramming it right and left. She crashed it all of the way up into him, almost crushing his prostate. The twitching, shocked wretch felt that his bladder would burst under the probe of the thick, long stick inside his body.
Vickie tied him to an ironing board. She ran her hands over his hairy mat of hair, laughing like a fiend. Alex cupped his balls in her hands, gripping them tight and squeezing mercilessly, twisting the half crushed testicles right and left in her strong hands as her bare tits moved against his skin and she whispered obscenities to him.
The girls yanked out his panties, freeing his slack, quivering mouth. Then they simultaneously tortured him. As Lola thrust needles under his toenails, Alex cupped and slapped his balls and cock, while Vickie tore hairs out of his chest while forcing him to swallow down her spitballs.
All three simultaneously spat into his mouth, spitting and spitting until the drool overflowed from his twitching lips and flowed down his chin. They then pissed in his mouth, a pint or more of tangy, bitter piss water down his throat.
They clawed dozens of fourlined bloodtracks into his flesh. Alex concentrated upon his tits and face, Vickie raked his belly, and Lola scratched his cock and thighs. She tore tracks into his groin.
The hard ass crapshooter cried like a baby under the impact of this treatment. Instead of inspiring any stirrings of compassion in the hardnosed girls, it merely inspired them to redouble their efforts.
"Let's do something really nasty to him before we tear him to pieces with the whip," Vickie said.
"I know just the thing," Lola proclaimed. "Give me your iron and a piece of thin cloth. A pair of panties or a pillowcase will do, something small."
The cloth was placed on the sweaty chest of the suffering man. A stream of yellow juice flowed down his leg as his fear got out of his control altogether.
"Damn you, look at this mess."
"Make him clean it up."
He had a temporary respite. The girls untied him and over turned the ironing board, almost breaking his ass for him when he spilled to the floor. Vickie seized him by the hair with both hands, almost wrenching it out, and shoved his face into the puddle on the carpeting.
"Lap it up you fairy, I want that clean before you take your mouth away from it."
His arms were gripped by the three girls and twisted into knots behind his back, wrenched up into armlocks until it was clear that his arms would break if the pressure was increased. His head levered down to the mess on the floor, his arms almost broken, he put his tongue to the horrible mess and began to lap it. He sucked and licked, his tongue flicking in and out, in and out, his face turning a ghastly sick shade as he lapped the puddle on the carpet.
When they lifted him to his feet his flesh stank horribly. The sweat on his body had changed in texture to the sweat of fear and pain, his body reeked with terror, so strong that the girls could barely stand to touch him.
They fastened him down to the kitchen table, giving them more room to work with. The pillowcase was spread upon his chest. The iron was plugged in and allowed to heat. As he screamed in fear, shrieking and bellowing, Vickie craftily brought out of the refrigerator a couple of ice cubes. As his mouth gaped open, she thrust the ice cubes into his mouth and then taped them in. He showed new pain in his face, as the freezing ice burned his teeth and the inside of his mouth, melting far too slowly for comfort.
"Come on, come on, let's do it."
The hot iron was touched to the thin protective layer of cloth. The heat penetrated almost immediately, rapidly building to the point of unbearability. As the body snapped and tossed in anguish, the iron moved over the thin cloth, up and down, from one side of the chest to the other, shoulder to shoulder, in circles and swirls, down to the navel and up to the neck. The cloth heated and the heat blasted into the skin. The iron was allowed to linger for several seconds, enough time to allow skin to redden and almost reach the stage of blistering, then the iron was moved slowly, ground down into the sufferer's hide.
They removed the iron and peeled the cloth off of his skin. The cloth was hot and the skin glowed red as well, a few small heat blisters growing before their eyes. Blisters were picked and broken, red patches of skin were fondled and pinched.
The three sadistic girls shaved the hair off his chest. They shaved his raw, flame tortured chest with a rusty blade, slowly sawing and hacking off the clumps of curly black hair, disdaining the use of soap or shaving cream, shaving his chest bare and slashing his chest to bloody gore as they did it.
His chest was raw, peeled sections of skin, blood dried in scratches and cuts, his body wracked with pain.
They began to beat him. They whipped his chest and belly with straps, his abused skin rapidly showing the effects of the punishment.
"Come on bitches," Vickie said, "Let's tear him apart. I'm really ready to get it on." The hand jogging away between her legs showed that she spoke the truth.
"I'm ready too," Alex said. She put her mouth between Lola's ass cheeks and licked the brown stains clean. Her tongue goosed up the asshole, accompanied by a blast of hot air from her eager mouth.
The victim was flooded with buckets of ice water. Lola almost jammed a bottle of smelling salts up into his nostrils. He was set down and turned loose, allowed to stagger erect with free hands, as the three desperate and deadly topless and bottomless bitches surrounded him.
Lola spat in the center of his back. Her hand slogged away at her ripe pussy.
"Come at me, you yellow shiteating bastard. This is your big chance, your only chance. All you have to do is get past us and you're free. Can't you take on three girls."
Blood oozed from wet cuts and scrapes on his raw, half flayed chest. His body reeled, staggered, swayed, tottered, and did everything except support him. He was dazed and weak, the pain enough in itself to incapacitate him.
"Come on, asshole." With this taunt, Vickie smashed a foot into his belly.
He lunged for her. She half swooned into his arms, locking her own arms around him and biting into his cheek, tearing his flesh apart as she raked his back and kneed him in the balls.
"Get him, Alex."
He staggered away, blood streaming down his cheek, drops spilling as he struggled in Alex's scalp tearing grip. Alex threw him down, simply knocking his legs from under him. As he spilled, she lifted her legs and slammed her foot into his face. Blood burst from his mouth, pieces of broken teeth riding upon the red tide. He rolled, doubling up and trying to cover his groin. Three naked, beautiful girls stomped him as they fingerfucked themselves into an oblivion of ecstasy. Kicks smashed his face, battered out teeth, hammered his kidneys and ribs.
They dragged him erect. Lola tucked his head under her arm, her two friends holding him up. She pounded her fist into his face. His eyes vanished under black and blue ridges of lumped flesh. Blood oozed in a steady flow out of his broken nose and ruined mouth.
Vickie walked him over to the wall, holding him up. She smashed his face into the wall, smeared and hammered his pulped face into the wall, knocking out his teeth, smashing the remains of his face flat.
Alex mounted him, fucking him dry with contempt, her teeth gnawing on his swollen pulp face as she ground his cock around inside her box. She fucked and fucked but he couldn't get hard. Finally she took out her frustration by kneeing him in the balls. She kicked his ass from one side of the room to the other.
"Let's give him the heaveho, girls."
The three of them lifted him into the air, slinging him back and forth, with ever growing momentum, until they catapulted him loose and shot him into the wall. He fell to the floor in a heap of broken plaster.
"Now to the bathroom for quick revival." Oblivion was not to rescue him from pain. They took him to the bathroom and then they revived him. It was not difficult, they simply held him under the cold tap and then under the hot. The contrasting agonies of ice and fire brought him to consciousness rapidly.
"Let's play cards for his ass," suggested Vickie.
"Alright, one hand of draw poker."
The three vixens played their game and Vickie won. She smiled over her luck, glad to get her crack at the bastard who had slung her ass into the sling.
"Alright buddy, now I'm going to show you what it means to cheat at my table."
He tried to speak, but nothing understandable came out of his tooth gapped mouth past lips swollen to the sizes of apples.
"I think he's trying to tell you something."
"Maybe how sorry he is. Well, I'll tell him how sorry he is, over his own broken body." She began to beat ass. She started with a strap, slapping easily and lightly back and forth, forehand and backhand. But presently she was striking with greater and greater power and his flesh shook and trembled with the force of the punishment she dealt to him. His ass bounced up and down, wracking pain burst through his ass. She whipped it bloody. The strap tore open the skin, and as she whipped she split open the tail tissues more and more, splashing his thighs with blood. He bounced up and down on the bed, grinding to the beat of her whip upon his ass. The dozens of lashes became hundreds, and all of the ass was whipped to a deep hue of purple overlaid with many long, red, raised welt ridges. His ass was beaten to double normal size, and still it continued. A film spread over his eyes, a deep glaze shielding him from full consciousness of his anguish and terror.
"He's going into shock."
"The fuck he is, not until I've had my fun with him. I'm not letting him off so lightly." Alex wondered what Vickie would consider a heavy sentence. There was nothing left of his bottom to whip. It was one great, bleeding weal.
"Perhaps the kiss of fire might stimulate him."
"Oh, yes let's fry his damn ass off."
"That's a bit extreme, but a hotfoot might be just the thing to put some life into him."
They thrust slivers of wood between his toes and set fire to them one by one. His feet shuddered and twitched, and a low wailing moan flowed from his ruined mouth. But his badly tortured and mangled body lacked the energy to convulse in reaction to the new damage inflicted upon it.
"This is getting to be a drag, he's not humping or kicking or anything."
"I think we've worn the damn bastard out."
"Shit."
They gave him a break for a time. But the fun was not over, there was another body that needed the bite of the lash and the pain of torture to punish it. When they reported back to Arno he had a new assignment for them. He took his topless queen, Vickie, by the scruff of her sweaty neck and dropped her to her knees. He put his cock into her mouth and she gave him head, sucking him off as she fearfully realized that she herself had an ass-breaking due.
"My girl, you let that slob run the table with his own dice. Now that was damn stupid and careless of you, wasn't it? That isn't what we pay you five big ones a week for, is it? Five hundred to be sharp and sexy and on your toes. If you didn't spot the switch, you should have realized that those dice were fake, right."
"I'm really sorry, and it won't happen again."
"I know it won't, because you'll be out of here if it does. You'll have to get yourself a real job, the kind that you work at. Or you'll go back to working the streets. A real drag. Now get your naked, hot and sexy ass over my desk, I want to knock a piece of tail off."
She planted her ass over his desk. He reared back his arm and commenced flogging her ass with his strap. The belt slashed out and wrapped around her fleshy rump. The two cheeks quivered and creased around the biting strap, it sank into the soft matter, ripping a red welt into her skin. He gave her another one, across the span of both cheeks, crossing the weal of the first welt. Her rump heaved and bounced. A low moan escaped from between her taut lips. He gave her half a dozen in rapid succession as fast as he could, whipping out the welts, digging into her can. Blood trickled from breaks in the welts, slashes in the skin. He continued to beat her. He traveled the strap up and down her thighs, marring the smooth flesh. He cut into her back, slashed into her ass again.
The other two stood there watching, clasped together in an embrace of sadistic heat. They clasped tongues and mashed, rolled wet flesh into flesh, probed with cunning fingers.
"Please, that's enough," Vickie moaned. The fiery pain was consuming her. She felt the running blood coursing down her bottom and into the cleavage between her buttocks. She was feeling the building fire, stronger and stronger, tearing her bottom apart.
"Not yet, baby. That big fat ass of your can take a lot more of this."
He changed his position and went to work upon her ass once again, striping it with diagonal slicings and vertical wounds. He made the cheeks crease and quiver wildly with every blow. She was bleeding freely now, her bottom covered with deep, thick red stripes, laid one upon the other, cut and butchered.
Her two friends were now exchanging grabs and fondlings of the rump. They began to spank off one another as they rubbed snatch together. Vickie cursed them, rubbing their pussies and fingerfucking while she was in such extreme pain, half fainting with the agony, ready to bite her tongue through. And it was turning on her two so-called friends.
Now they rammed dildos up each other's orifices, four dongs up two cunts and the two asses, and they carried on, jamming and pumping the dongs, watching the beating of their friend, their pussies grinding.
Arno went hard, watching the ass bleed and whipping the shit out of it as it turned to raw pulp. He took his thing and shoved it up the asshole of his victim, shoved it all the way in and fucked her, the blood covering his skin as he reamed out her bottomhole.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alex moved the cloth over Vickie's ass, going hungry as she swabbed the contours. It was a brutal punishment that the bottom had borne. Her cheeks were spotted with deep cuts and lacerations. The ointments and lotions were doing little to check the pain.
"That bastard," Vickie swore. "Beating my butt off after all I've done for him and all my loyalty."
Alex slipped her tongue into the deep cleavage between the buttocks, tasting the flavor of the flesh, savoring the press of the squishy bottom cheeks against her face, soft and undulating.
"You really did ask for it, though. Letting that fool make a shitass out of you."
"I gave him what he asked for though. I peeled the hide off of him."
"Sure, but you got yours anyway. Arno don't give a fuck for anything except money." Vickie spit on the floor. "That son of a bitch enjoyed ripping my butt off. I could see that. And after all I've done for him."
"You gave him some great head." Alex smirked and gave her friend a rap on the ass cheeks.
"And what do I get in return? I'm getting sick of this place anyway."
"But the money is nice, and lots of kicks."
"Money? What money? We work for bananas and the boss gets all of the bread. Arno, fronting for his unseen money man boss. He gets his share too. But what do we get? A lot of piss is what we get."
"Damn straight. But what the hell can we do about it, Vickie girl?"
Vickie slipped three fingers up into Alex's cunt hole, whipping them in slick and smooth, hooking them inside the chamber, feeling the start of the greasing operation in the cunt cave.
"We can be bold, we can be desperate. We can figure a way to take off from here with the take, that is what we can do."
Alex shuddered. "What the hell are you talking about? What are you on, girl?"
"You afraid?"
"Damn right, I am. Even to talk about that. Shit--we could get our tits chopped off for pulling a stunt like that. I think this place is syndicate operated."
"Bullshit. I know that independents run it. And what the hell, if we make it, they're gonna keep it very quiet that two cunts made off with the boodle. They may look for us very hard, but they're not about to call out the Marines and the FBI."
"How could we pull it off?"
"Arno is in that office of his alone most of the time. The bread is in his safe. He has the bouncers, and that does it for his help."
"Good enough. We can't handle them."
"You ever hear of guns?"
"You want us to pull an armed robbery of this place, and take it on the lam somewhere with the week's take?"
"On Friday, they ship the boodle out to the fucking place wherever the hell they ship it. The point is, we can pull this thing before that happens, and take in one week's bread."
"Which is how much?"
Vickie shrugged. "A week's take, plus the operating bread might come to over two hundred thousand."
"But nobody robs this place. They put out a contract on you and hunt you down."
"I told you--they won't dare let it become known that two of the broads who work this place made off with all that loot. First, they would lose all respect. Every punk with a piece will be scooting in here to scoop up his share. Second, the fools who come here to play would lose their respect for the house. They wouldn't show up again."
"It all sounds like a lot of shit to me. I don't think you know what the fuck you're talking about."
"This really does scare you."
"Damn straight. I mean; you've been ass-whipped and beaten up. And here you are talking to me about ripping this place, about offing it. These guys play rough, the same as us. I'm not even gonna talk to you about this until you're all healed up and I'm one hundred per cent certain that this isn't all inspired by your beating. When you've had time to cool down, if you feel the same way, we'll talk about it some more."
"That sounds fair enough."
"Shit you really are screwed up right now.
You never talk like that, you foul bitch." Vickie pulled Alex down on the bed and spread wide her long legs.
"I'll show you how fucked up I am right now, my baby. I'm gonna eat you empty."
"I am more than ready for it."
Vickie lapped away at the soft and fragrant flesh close to the vulva. She rimmed the V-lines of the pelvis, kissing all along the naked skin of the inner thighs. Her face brushed upon the hair, and her teeth nipped at the skin, tugging up small patches of it which she bit into with a gentle care. She lapped away, licking with greater sweeping strokes of her tongue, churning up the saliva which she showered upon the skin.
Vickie moved her hands up to the breasts. She trapped the nipples under her finger joints, popping them through the joints of the fingers, stroking and twisting and screwing them around. She pulled upon them and stretched them, let them slide out of her hands and then scooped them back in once again.
She licked and sucked at the hair nest, letting her tongue roam and differentiate the structure of the vulva lips, inner and outer. She found the clit and applied direct stimulation to this, making Alex kick and thresh in her delight and sexual excitement.
"Suck me, suck me dry. You wonderful bitch."
Alex cursed her and called Vickie dirty names. Vickie accepted this, in fact she enjoyed it. She slid her hand along the thighs. She pressed the finger tips to the vulva, letting her fingernails slide along and touch the skin of the vulva. The pussy shook and trembled, opened and flashed shut. Spasms ripped through the body and the skin heated and ignited with the wild, pulsating sexual frenzy that overcame the flesh.
Vickie pulled at the lips of the sex, letting her tongue shoot in and out. She churned up the wetness of her mouth onto her tongue and ran this along the membrane inner slushy moistness of the vagina, filling her mouth with the taste of cunt and the taste of the inner wetness.
She pulled at the lips, flipped them from finger to finger, let her fingers do the walking and the probing. She tasted the running cunt fluid trickling into her mouth and gargled with it, mixing the blend with her saliva and swallowing it down.
She shoved her fingers all of the way into the cunt, wetness running down her hand out of the quim, which was flooding out all of the juice of coming.
Vickie bit into the nipples, biting and mauling them. She chewed up the buds of the skin, pulling at them, biting deeper and deeper into them, letting all of the flesh fill her mouth. She crammed flesh into her mouth, vibrating and nipping it, letting it all overflow her mouth, saliva running in great tides down her chin. She picked and yanked and turned the flesh around in her mouth, pulling at the girl again and again, running her teeth in sawing, chipping motions along the flesh, sucking it in and letting it out, warmth of the breast spreading out through her face.
She kept at it for a long time, her hand moving farther and farther up into the cunt, filling it, opening it out, letting it all happen.
Her whole hand was in the cunt up to the wrist, and all of the juice was pumping fast out of the hole as Alex whacked off her pussy upon the hand that was vibrating away up her snatch, making the girl's hand throb with hurt as she vised it tight.
Soon Alex was fucking the hand with her cunt. She gripped it hard and mashed it to mush. She went into convulsions, twisting and wrenching one tit in both of her hands while Vickie sucked the other one hit and bothered. Vickie chewed on that tit until she was so hot she could not take it any more and she pulled Alex's head down to her cunt to give her relief. Alex sucked away at the pussy for over two hours, just drinking all of the sweet nectar out of the pussy hole, swallowing it down.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vickie was back at work in a few days. There were faint whip marks on her skin, and she winced as one of the regulars roguishly traced the length of a whip line along her right breast.
"What is this, doll?"
"Do you want me to hit you?"
He looked at his cards at this suggestion. "Yeah, hit me."
Vickie gave him a card and a swift, hidden kick under the table.
"What was that for?"
"You asked me to hit you. Also, you talk too damn much and ask a lot of stupid questions."
"Sorry about that," he answered her, rubbing his ankle.
"You better be, I can dish out a lot more of that kind of treatment."
"Can you?"
He looked interested in her now. He nudged her bare leg under the table, and when she ignored him, he reached and stroked her nipple. She gave him the chop of her hand to the neck, just hard enough to see if he was really interested in her kind of sport.
"That hurt, gorgeous."
"I don't play with little boys who can't take it. Can you handle it, big boy?"
The man, George Murpher, rubbed his hand along his neck, gingerly inspecting the damage.
"Sure, I can handle it."
"Okay then, let's have some fun."
She pulled him in close as the play ended, and the losers left their chips for the scooping. She gave him a load of saliva in his mouth, and rubbed her tits into him. A hand from another dude reached in back to drop down her pants and fondle her ass cheeks.
She went back to work, the eyes of the boss upon her. She felt rather than saw the smirking eyes of Arno boring into her. Arno had beaten her down and punished her conquered her and made her his own property. Arno had beaten her down and punished her for a transgression. She no longer had the prestige she had once enjoyed. It rankled her, and she knew that she would go through with her plan. She had no plan yet though just an idea. Where would she and Alex go with the money, how would they get away with the bold scheme. Well, she had a lot of time to work it out.
"See me after I go off," she told George. After a long spell on the table, she had an act to put on for the horny bastards at the bar. She was to dance and play with herself for them. It was Arno's idea.
"Why, Arno? You usually don't mix the croupiers with cunt shakers."
"Why am I making a bottomless-topless slut star out of you this time? Because, baby, you've got a nice set of stripe marks on your bottom. And stripe marks on a soft tail are very sexy. Should turn on all of the johns to see that whipped ass of yours."
Of course, it was a reasonable answer, and in principle she agreed with it. A whipped ass was very sexy. Except for her own of course. "Well, let's get it on."
She got up on the stage wearing a black lacy bra and panties. Arno suggested the costume, a departure from the usual pasties and nipple cloths that the girls sometimes started with, if not completely naked.
Vickie slid and slithered her flesh from one end of the bar to the other. She shook it all out, letting her flesh shake and rock. She rippled her skin, bounced her cheeks up and down, bobbed her tits. She spun and reared back her ass, split it open and let all of the meat hang out. She slid her ass back and forth, clamping her ass cheeks close together and then smashing them far apart. She played with herself, letting all of the ass show to the audience. She pulled down her panties, letting her cunt and asshole show to them.
"Watch this cunt."
She laughed and sang and sweated. She opened her cunt and finger fucked herself for them. She slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, opened up all of the way and then whipped around to show her ass. She took a thick candle and slid it in and out of her pussy hole. She clasped it with her vagina and fucked it. Wetness ran down the waxen object.
"Want some candy?"
She offered the candle to the up front horny ones. A mouth closed over it, sucked it clean of the running come. She shoved it up her ass, popping it in and out, then back into her cunt for another reaming.
"More candy."
She gave it to George. He lapped away cunt flavor and ass flavor, come and shit stain. He chewed on it, his cock standing up and ready to explode in his pants.
Vickie turned to the audience and scratched the whip marks on her ass. She ran her hands along them, beat on her can with the candle, bouncing and slapping it along her ass.
She made her bottom pop and bounce, in and out at all of the great tide of faces. She spat her can out at them, and they bit and chewed on it. She gave them her cunt, and mouths worshiped it. She gave them the cunt and they ate the hair away. She speared and scooped her come out of her pussy and finger fed it to eager mouths.
She gave one of them her foot and he sucked her toes. He licked each toe one by one, entirely clean.
She wiped her ass with her panties, and she filled a mouth with them. The mouth gnawed on and licked the panties.
She finger fucked herself while spitting on her own tits and biting them. She put her fingertips to her nipples and snapped them in and out of the traps formed by her shaking fingers.
She played with her cunt some more, shoving the balled up panties in and out of her cunt.
Pinching and slapping her ass welts and offering her cunt to the mouths to blow into and lick as she sank down into a ball of quaking, sweat-stained flesh on the bar and then she spread out her body and let them eat and suck at her, feeling all of the excitement grinding at her.
George pulled her off the bar and she came into his arms, coming down the front of his pants as he walked her along, mashing his mouth to hers.
"I'm gonna eat you alive."
Vickie slapped his mouth hard, snapping his head around. She slapped him a dozen times, back and forth across the mouth, satisfied to stain the edges of his lips with blood.
"You enjoy this, don't you?"
She hit him in the belly, doubling him up. Into his mouth she crammed the panties after giving her ass and crotch and pussy and inner vagina another wipe with it.
"Suck and lick these. Pull them out and stuff them in again. Sniff them and lick them and enjoy doing it."
Vickie clamped her hands around his neck, bending him forward to the waist. She straddled his back, pulling off his strap for a whip to play upon his bottom. Her naked thighs writhed upon his back and his ass.
"Ride me to my place," she commanded.
She passed her friend, Alexandra, who was on her way to the graveyard shift.
"What do you have there?" Alex asked.
"A trusty steed." Vickie gave him the strap on his buttocks, making them bounce and sting, almost overthrowing him.
"Don't drop me stupid."
She gripped his neck with her thighs, running her legs along them. She played with his hair, his nose, his eyes, spitting into his hair and rubbing it in.
She played with his ass, whipping away at it. She let her heels rasp and strike upon his chest as he bore her along, a faithful steed.
As soon as they were in the door she jumped down and gripped his shirt with both hands. She pulled it off and left him standing there with his hairy chest gaping at her.
"Not bad."
Vickie tore off his jacket and his pants. She ripped all of his clothes to pieces including his underwear. She raked his skin bloody as she did so.
Vickie hit him in the belly, the stomach, the chest. She slapped him back and forth on the face.
She bent him down over the kitchen table, spreading wide his ass. From a drawer she took out a thick, ridged candle and shoved it up his ass.
"Hold still or I'll put one twice as thick up that big ass of yours."
She stuffed it in and then she gave it a jerk. He cried out in pain.
"Shut up or you'll really get me pissed."
She stuffed a gag into his mouth to quiet him, then she bound his hands behind his back with heavy cord and tape that would hold firm for her.
"We'll soon see what kind of fun you're up to, George baby."
She gave him the whip on the ass for a start. She encircled his waist with it and sank it deep into his flesh. She lashed out repeatedly to snap the whip into his skin. She lashed his ass until it turned bright crimson and spots of darker purple stood out on the skin. She whipped his ass again and again, sinking the whip into the shaking bog of his white bottom.
Vickie whipped his ass until the blood began to flow. She kept on slicing, making the bottom shake when the whip overlaid cut upon cut.
She whipped his ass repeatedly, the blood now beginning to splash out of the weals and his whole body was in spasming reaction to it. She hit him again and again and now his whole body was beginning to turn to jelly and his ass was exploding and his body was wracked with the agony.
She took the cheeks of his ass in hand, grinding and hooking her fingers into the softness. She spanked up his ass cheeks, the mounds bouncing and the blood splashing from the slapping of her hands upon his butt. She hit him some more, and now she took his bottom and she dug down into it with great cruelty, sinking her hands in, ripping his can apart, making all of the weals and the lacerations deepen and ooze blood, and her ruination made his ass spit out the fluid, all red and loose and running down his legs.
Vickie took his nipples in her fingers and pinched with all her might, screaming in her effort to make the pain even more brutal. She turned the nipples black and blue with her pinching, tearing into them so hard that he leaped up and down in his extremity of suffering, going mad from the agony she was dealing out to him.
She thought of Carole as she worked, Carole on her knees in the john giving blowjobs to johns for house bread. If her scheming failed what would her fate be? Nothing as mild. She kept on working on the body of George, thinking of unpleasant happenings.
She opened the oven door and turned on the oven full force. She put George down on his knees, trapping his head between her legs. The oven door was open and the heat was radiating forth to set the cheeks of his whipped behind trembling with the heat.
He made small whimpering fear sounds deep in his muffled mouth, trying to scurry his big ass out of the proximity of the open door. She laid the strap on his back, cutting into him, laughing at his fears. She hit him again, and then gave him another one. He tossed and bounced and tried to wiggle out from under her. Vickie planted her feet on his hands and ground down, mashing his fingers and hurting him some more.
"No, no, little man."
He was docile and obedient now, and she gave him some more of the punishment just to be certain. She stomped on various parts of his body, enjoying the things she was doing to him.
She finally was tired of roasting his behind. Also, the heat was beginning to get to her. She flopped his carcass down on the table and tied him to it with clothes line. She began to pull and jerk on his cock. Her hands slapped his cock back and forth from hand to hand while her fingers itched and rubbed his thing. She spit into his face, again and again, making him suffer. Her hands now closed on his cock and she pumped it vigorously, milking it of all the hot come.
She made him shoot off, and she trapped his come in her hands, letting it all run down her arms out of her hands. Then she wiped her hands off in his hair, cleaning them off in his hair, filling it with the come.
She began to work on him. She used a piece of wire to beat on the soles of his feet. She whipped the soles of his feet, striking them without letup, pounding and pounding away. She whipped the soles of his feet until the blood oozed out of the skin once again.
She took his belly and stuck pins into it. She screwed the pins upwards, jamming them all of the way in, up to the heads.
She burned his feet with matches. A match jammed between two toes and the old fashioned hotfoot gave him all of the sting he could handle.
She played with his nuts, slapping them and hitting them with a piece of rope. How they bounced and shook, the hurt in his eyes.
She gave him some treatment on his face, rubbing his chin and cheeks with sandpaper. His eyes were filled with tears, which she licked away with her long, pointed tongue.
Vickie painted him, glued him, spread filth over him. She pissed in his mouth and rode his face with her ass for over two hours.
It was a dazed and disbelieving dude who staggered out of the bungalow three hours after he had entered it, not knowing if he was coming or going. The most amazing part of his experience was his desire to suffer still more at the hands of this beauty. She had stripped him of a hundred bucks and told him to bring more the next time. For reasons he could not fathom, he would obey her.
CHAPTER SIX
"This is madness," Alex insisted. "We're gonna wind up dead."
"This is it," Vickie said. "We're all set and ready to go. If we fail to pull this off, we'll wind up dead all right. But if we pull it, we'll wind up very rich."
They had set up the robbery. It had taken a lot of planning, and many weeks to talk Alex into going along with it. Alex's pessimism was still strong, but Vickie felt certain that it would all go smoothly.
"You worry too much. We've gone over it from every angle. It can't fail."
They were working on the same shift that night, which made it all perfect. They worked the tables, the tits and the asses attracting the customers, the losers, giving them something to desire and think of and perhaps touch while the money vanished.
The hours went by. And then it was time and there was nothing more to be said, it was sink or swim.
"We might wind up killing somebody." Vickie shrugged her shoulders. "Even if we do, who the hell is going to call the cops. You can bet it will be a very quiet and personal killing--unless we plug one of the johns."
"Your calm makes me nervous."
"And your nervousness makes me fart. Come on."
They retrieved the guns they had taped under one of the wall murals, back where they would not be found. Wrapping them up in a scanty costume, they head for Arno's office, the costume wrapped around the two pieces.
Arno looked up when they came in.
"What do you two want?"
"We want to know what you think of this costume for the croupiers?"
Arno laughed in astonishment. "Are you out of your minds? That thing covers up to much. I can tell from looking at it that it is much too large. It covers everything, and the costumes we need cover nothing at all."
Suddenly he was staring into two loaded revolvers, ready to blow his head off.
"Get away from behind that desk. Press your button for your muscle boy and you'll have two dead men, him and you. Same if you summon anyone else."
"You two must be crazy." He looked them in the eyes, icy and cold, thinking death thoughts at them. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but you're both out to lunch, bitches."
"We know what we're doing, and so do you. We want the money, man. All of the money."
"No go."
Vickie gestured with her gun barrel at the safe.
"There's a lot of bread in there. You've had a heavy week. We want it all."
"Sorry, that was sent off yesterday." Vickie rolled the chamber of the gun. "You're a mother fucking liar."
"There's no money in there."
Vickie spun her gun chamber.
"We shall see about that little thing. Open it up."
"Go fuck yourself."
Vickie turned to Alexandra. "If he makes any kind of move, shoot him."
Vickie carefully walked around behind him, taking care not to get in the line of fire, or position herself so that he could shove her into Alex's sights. She came up behind him and pressed the gun barrel to his ear.
"Open it."
"Not on your life, bitch."
"It's your life, shitheaded bastard."
"Fuck you."
Vickie gave him the barrel alongside the ear, ripping a gash into his scalp. As he stumbled, she gave him the second blow, a glancing slice across the forehead.
"I'll cut you apart for that money, man. You better believe that."
"Okay, you win. But it won't do you much good. You won't live long enough to spend it." He opened up the safe, and she whistled when she saw the piles of money inside. "More than we thought, I think."
"God, look at all that beautiful green." They tied Arno to his chair, gagging him with his tie. His own carrying case was filled with the bread.
"Well, what do you have to say now," Vickie taunted him. "You said we never would get away with it. Well, we're leaving by your own private side door." She snatched up his keys and jangled them in front of his face. "By the time they discover we are gone and find you in here, we will be long gone."
"Too bad we can't get the money outside in the teller's window."
"We could, but that would be risky. We would have to go out there, pull the gun, hope it holds off trouble, and then get the fuck out fast. We could wind up shot full of holes. Let's call it quits now while we're ahead and move out of here."
"Still there must be thirty or forty thousand out there."
"You want it all?"
Vickie thought about it. "If you want it, I have an idea. You go out the back way and bring the car around ready for a fast run. I'll get the rest of the bread from the window." Alex left. Vickie made certain that she reached the car. Then she turned back to Arno.
"Something to do before I take off, baby. Owe you one, remember? Time now to pay off my dues to you."
She pistol whipped his head. Her blows opened up his cheeks, cracked his nose, ripped and mangled his face.
"That should settle it." She gave him a few hacks on the head to put him out. Then she went through his pockets, finding two grand in cash.
"Not bad."
She went through his desk, finding blackmail information on several big rollers, just the thing to hold onto for a rainy day.
Out she went, careful not to be seen exiting from the office by too many people. She passed by the alert bouncer.
"What about Alex?"
She ran her hands over his groin, laughing lightly, hoping that the gun wrapped in the bunched up cloth costume did not show.
"What do you think she is doing? Mr. Arno does not want to be disturbed for anything. If this place catches fire, you are not to bother him with that news until the fire is right up to the doorknob."
The bouncer laughed dirty, knowing his boss' taste. Vickie ran her tongue over her lips, stimulating fellation.
"Maybe later on he'll let you in on some of the fun."
"Not much chance of that. He never has."
"Well, too bad."
Vickie gave him a bump and grind on her way over to the window. Fred was on duty behind the glass, giving a middle aged fat man with expensive rings some chips for his money. He was counting out five thousand worth of chips, and Vickie thought of this five grand as a dividend, and she laughed thinking of her good fortune.
"You're looking good, Vickie."
"I'll tell you, I want to get my mouth around that big cock of yours. I want to get in there and put my mouth on it and blow you while you work. How does that sound to you, big man?"
He choked and stuttered for awhile. "Why do you want to do down on me?"
"Boredom. And you're the only one around here I haven't given head to this month, am I right?"
She reached in and stroked his neck. She pumped her tits up and down and made them roll around in a circling movement.
"Don't make me wait out here, let me in there. I'm feeling awful horny, my boy."
That was an invitation he could not turn down. He opened up for her and Vickie slid in. She closed up behind her and then she went to work on him. She pulled down his pants while he looked up at her with a foolish grin.
Well, she thought, this was it. She pulled herself down to his waist, and took her gun out. She pointed it at his prick.
"Don't make a sound or show any kind of alarm, or I'll blow your cock off."
He looked at her with the sick grin plastered to his face, frozen there in his horror. She pointed the barrel right at his groin, giving him a scary smile to turn his blood to water.
"You're scared? Good. That should keep you smart and healthy. You just do what I tell you to do and you might survive all this."
"Please, don't hurt me."
"Listen to me, I want you to stuff all of the money you have back here into this costume so it doesn't show and do it without causing attention. Better yet, you toss it down to me and I'll do it."
He spilled the money to the floor. He made no attempt at resistance while the girl scooped the money into the costume. She stuffed the gun under a fold, the barrel still pointed at him.
"Now, you do what I tell you. I want you to get busy back there, doing something. Anything at all. Just look busy. Don't say a fucking word for ten minutes after I've left. Cause I have a confederate in here, to cover my escape. Just in case. If anything goes wrong, this dude will start shooting to cover me. And you go first. Right in the head."
Vickie slowly and nonchalantly walked out of the place, going out the back way toward her bungalow. Then she turned around and raced around the building to where Alex was waiting in the car.
"Let's move ass out of here."
Her clothes were all in the car. Vickie dressed as they barreled out, heading for the airport where they had plane tickets heading out for New York City.
"They'll trace us easy out to New York."
"We're not staying there. We head from there by slow train out to San Francisco. There we disappear for keeps. New hair, new identities, the works."
"What if they trace us?"
"We'll be very careful."
"Know anybody out there?"
"Yeah, a few contacts. I can keep us safe enough for a long time. And when things are cool enough, we'll take off for Europe. We'll push some grass for a while, by the brick. We'll do the buying and line up some street dealers. Our bread will do some growing for us that way. It should keep us going for a long time."
"I have a bad feeling about all of this. Arno will never give up."
"First he'll have to get out of the hospital."
"What do you mean by that?"
Vickie smiled. "I gave him a bit of facial alteration before I left his office."
"Shit. Now we really have no choice. We can't lose this one."
"Don't worry, bitch, we won't."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Things worked smoothly for a time. There was the run up to New York by plane, followed by the run back to the West Coast with new hair, dyed red and cut short, new clothes and new ways of walking. Completely done over, they were altered girls who reached Frisco after a slow ride across the country.
"Trains can be fun," Vickie remarked. Her mouth was still full of the taste of Alex's cunt.
"Not when you're scared," Alex grumbled. She winced, rubbing the welt marks that had been left in her ass by the vivacious and vicious Vickie.
"Quit your worrying already. We now are going to vanish into the woodwork."
They made contact with Audra, a friend that Vickie had known a long time back when her name had been Sharon. Now she became Greta and Alexandra became Lana.
"What do you think of our new names?" Vickie asked her friends."
"Lana sounds like shit to me."
The constant grumbling of her friend was beginning to grate on the nerves of Vickie. She started to play with the idea of a one girl division of the spoils.
Audra set them up in a fine old house, in the winding hilly section of Frisco that appealed to them. There they settled in.
"We do some dealing now."
Vickie set it up. She found three reliable street dealers and supplied them with kilo bricks purchased by another employee in Mexico. They set it up, supplied the bread, and the boys they hired took all of the real personal risks. It was the way to work.
"We should have a half million by the time we are ready to make our departure for the great untamed wilderness of Paris, France." Alex rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, thinking of Paris, France.
"Oh, baby. That would be some damn good. Paris. In the springtime. And with all of the bread that we need."
"The only way to see it is first class. With money, the fucking world is ours."
Time for some fun, Vickie thought.
"You have been a kvetch lately, my girl. Do you know what that means?"
"No, I don't."
"It means you complain one hell of a lot. Now, we don't want that kind of thing. So get your ass down on the bed."
"Shit."
Vickie slapped her. "None of that dirty talk. Get your ass on the bed."
Alexandra laid it out and Vickie ran her hands over the smooth curves. She clapped her hand to the bottom, hitting it hard and making it tingle. She hit it again, in the same spot. She slapped the center of the rump once more, making the ass bounce and shake. She had the girl really going now. Alex began to throb and shake. Her bottom bounced up and down in response to the hitting.
"Lot of fun."
Vickie hit her on the bottom again and again. She spanked the ass hard, slapping away until the glow of redness spread all through the perfect cheeks.
"Are you satisfied?"
"Not yet. We have to really sock it to you this time."
Vickie hit Alex on the bottom some more. She pulled her across the lap and rained spanks on the can. She made the big globes bounce and shake. It was making the girl suffer, but she wanted to do still more to her.
Alex cried like a baby. Her ass was the color of sunset and the throbbing made her bounce up and down.
"Into the kitchen we go."
"What for?"
"Never you mind."
Into the kitchen it was. Alex was bound on her belly across the table. Vickie ran through the drawers, looking for implements to use on Alex.
She began with corn cob holders. She dug these into the buttocks, slipping them in and digging them down hard, screwing them around and gouging the soft flesh. When she pulled them out there was the splashing of blood out of the wounds.
She bit into the ass, pounding it with her fists, pulping and squishing on the wounds to draw out the blood which she sucked, eager to get at it all. She drained at the ass of the girl, drinking at her with a ferocious abandon, drawing all of the blood out of her big bottom, drinking at her with a wolfish avidity.
Vickie selected a banana in the refrigerator. She shoved it up Alex's ass. Grinding and squeezing the globes together, she mashed and crushed the banana to pulp inside Alex's bottom.
She rammed the crushed banana all of the way up the ass, through the anus and into the chamber beyond. She smeared another banana, dipped in glue and molasses, up the ass, cramming the bottom hole full of this crap, delighting in the pop eyed reactions of her friend to all of this garbage rammed up her ass.
She finished with the ass and then went to work on the tits. A prodding with a fork was a good start. Vickie cupped the tit meat in her hands, bobbing it up and down, playing with it. She made the tit flesh grind, pulping and crushing it with her fingers, hooking into the flesh and torturing the tips.
She then began to fork prong all of the flesh of the knockers. She stabbed the fork into the tits repeatedly, the minutes flying by. She jabbed the fork prongs into the flesh, hooked and stabbed, using all of her wiles and art to make it thoroughly painful.
She ran the fork down to the ass. She jabbed into the wounds on the bottom. She split open the ass cleavage and jabbed the crackline, digging into it and making Alexandra erupt in torment. She stabbed the fork into the asshole dripping garbage and mashed around inside the canal.
She stabbed the buttock curves, the vulva and the armpits, the nipples and the ribs. She bent the prongs of the fork, cursed and used another.
She took her friend by the now short and red hair and wrapped it around her hands. She snapped and yanked the head this way and that, using it as reins to guide Alex's head to various tasks.
Vickie rubbed her ass down with chocolate syrup. She particularly smeared it on her crack-line, and then she fed her ass to Alex.
"Let's see you do some real eating girl. I want you to eat all of the crud off my bottom."
Alexandra set to work, lacking a choice in the matter. She licked at and sucked the ass until there was not a speck left upon it. This took a long time, and Vickie enjoyed every moment of it.
She sat upon the face of her victim, just grinding away on her, mashing her tail up and down, making the girl suffer. She did a full squat over the mouth, trapping it under her ass, taking a slow piss into it.
Alex looked sick. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth and her eyes screwed up in distaste.
"Sorry if I offended you, baby. I thought you enjoyed that sort of thing, considering how much time you've spent at it."
Alex could gladly have put a knife into her so-called friend at that moment. But she lacked the energy to even want to do it. She lay there, a whipped chick, while Vickie gnawed her pussy and did other rude and crude things with her body.
Alexandra was the more passive of the duo, and so she lay there and took it. She took it and allowed the girl to have her will.
Vickie grazed on Alexandra's fleece for a long time, squishing on the ass that was stuffed full of garbage. Alex cursed the foul mood that her friend was in, for she had to take the treatment from Vickie.
"You are one hell of a good sport," Vickie said, her hands playful on Alex's bruised body. "You mean that I let you do things to me."
"You could always refuse."
"You wouldn't stand for that."
"Damn straight. But tomorrow we have some real kicks coming to us, girl."
"What happened. Did you find us another dealer to push our pot?"
Vickie ignored the sarcasm from her partner. "What I found for us is a maso pigeon. He answered that personal ad I put in one of the columns. He should be here tomorrow at 9 o'clock."
"Fun and games. What will we do with the stupid idiot?"
"Anything we want to do with him. Those are the terms we get his ass under."
The following day they had their pigeon all ripe and ready for the plucking. He answered to the name of Teddy, and he was a tall man in his late thirties, thin and nervous, with a receding hairline and a yen for being punished by beautiful girls.
Vickie looked him over from head to toe, Alex also giving him the lookover.
"What do you think?"
Alex shrugged. "Not grade-A material, but then you see so little of that these days. I think he has some promise, though."
Vickie was decked out in black leather from head to toe. Her waist was corseted within the confines of a black leather waist cinching crusher, and her tits oozed out and then erupted from a series of tight straps digging into her succulent flesh.
Her legs were encased in stitch sided boots that ran up to mid-thigh. Her heels were spike tipped and extra long. When she stomped down, the little man trembled and shook at the sight of her fury.
A black leather eye-mask completed the portrait of domination. From behind the mask malevolent eyes peered out at the trembling masochist.
"Down on your knees. Kiss my ring."
The hand was extended to him. He put his lips out to the ring. Vickie cracked it suddenly across his mouth, ripping open his lip. He fell down and groveled at her feet, mouth full of blood.
"Oww, my mouth is bleeding."
"Tough shit. Now get on your knees and kiss my foot."
"Your boot is on."
"Then kiss my boot."
He pressed his mouth to her foot. He lapped his tongue unenthusiastically over the leather material.
Vickie looked across at Alexandra.
"This will never do. We must teach this fool some love of his labor."
They stripped him naked. His hands went behind his back into stiff bar wrist cuffs, connected by an iron bar one foot across, fixing his arms in position. His shoulders were scarred by the talons of the two bondage queens.
Vickie picked at the hairs of his chest with her tweezers. She enjoyed his yelping and cringing under her attack. She tore out the hairs growing thick in his nipples.
"This is one hairy mother."
"Except that it's getting thin on top." Vickie rubbed at his bald patch. She gripped a handful of his hair and yanked it loose.
"Sorry, my man. I suppose you can't afford to lose too much of that, can you?"
He had been prepared for physical abuse, but not for this humiliation. He began to cry, a pathetic little baby.
"Oh, we hurt his feelings. The poor bald eagle is beginning to cry."
"We'll give him a reason for tears before very long."
Alexandra had picked up the whip unseen behind the back of her victim. She ran her hand over the ridged handle, feeling the dildo attachment screwed over the handle for the purpose of fucking her victim's ass.
She pressed the dong to her cunt, stuck it up into her vagina and moved it back and forth, exciting her clit. The lips flipped open and shut and the cream began to run.
She pressed it deeper into herself, her eye on the back of the man licking and sucking at the boots of her partner.
She pulled the dong out of her cunt. She was hot and ready now, and the punishment she would deal out to him would do the rest for her.
She lashed out at him, cutting him deep in the back. His skin was pale from the want of the sun, and the red of the whip cut stood out on his skin.
He fell forward, burying his face in the floor. The whip hit him in the center of his back, cutting a thin red line across his body.
"Give him some on the ass."
Obeying Vickie, Alexandra gave him some more of the whip on his butt. She cut up his hams, slicking the ass to pieces. She could do whatever she wanted with him, take her time and make a thorough job out of it.
She whipped long cuts running over the ass crack from the left buttock to the right. Then she gave her arm a break and walked over to his ass. She selected the right cut and pressed her foot into it.
He flinched and quailed under the dig of the spike heeled boot. She stomped her foot right down deep into the ass wound, cutting down into him and bursting open the welt.
His scream was a beautiful one. Full of fear and pain, deep and resonating. Vickie stomped on the ass wounds as well to tear some more of those lovely screams out of him.
They kept at him for a long time, whipping and hitting his ass without mercy. They pounded away with the whip, slicing him up.
He was soon lying in a spreading pool of his own blood. But it was all ass blood, nothing serious. There was still one hell of a lot more they could do to him.
They took him into the playroom. It had been rigged up with some crude apparatus, including a primitive rack.
Vickie held her victim by the ears, rubbing her hairy bush into him while giving him the grand tour of the place. His terror was amusing, and he was ready to crap his pants at every suggestion of new pain that came out of his tormentors.
"Want to try out the rack?"
"No, please don't use that on me."
Alex stuffed the butt of her cigarette into the whip marks on his ass, stinging his tail.
"Too bad, but that is what we have for you next on this little agenda, my man."
Vickie gripped him by the balls with one hand and hooked the fingers of the other hand under his balls, cupping them up and trapping them in a tight grip. She gave him a few twists to show him who was in charge.
"To the rack we go."
They strapped him down and then they put his head through the stocks at the upper end of the rack. All of the drawing would be accomplished against his feet, his hands remained bound behind his back.
They tightened all of the straps, put their backs to the wheel, and began to turn. His body lengthened out under the pressure, the rack pulling at him with a firm power, and as his body began to stretch out, his screaming rose to new heights of sound and he knew total pain.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Arno had no intention of letting Vickie and Alexandra get away with it. He had to get the money back, if not for himself then for his silent backer, not the man to let such a thing happen.
He put out tracers on them, and the word was passed along. But nothing came of it for a number of weeks. Time was passing and it looked like they would not be tracked down to the holes they were hiding in.
He wondered whose back they were breaking. They were gone too far on torture to let loose of this lust. They would have to seek out victims. And perhaps in that way he could trace them.
Vickie and Alexandra were beating the shit out of their latest victim, still on the rack. They were unaware of the thoughts of Arno, latching onto them, trying to reach out and track them down.
They racked out the body of the shrieking man. Vickie snuffed out lit cigarettes on his nipples. She seared his chest with the cigarette, pressing it to his skin, leaving small little red marks on him where she pressed hard to his skin.
He screamed and cried out and gave out with the sounds of a woman in labor. Vickie pinched up his belly button, poking it with the lit cigarette, jabbing into his skin.
She began to work on his feet. A small bamboo rod snapped upon the soles of his feet. She slapped it upon his feet, playing with him, feeding him an armpit to suck while she whipped his feet.
Small red streaks marked the sting lines of his skin. She whipped the fuck out of him, slapping away and criss-crossing the marks on his feet.
Between his toes she stuffed the bamboo rod. She rocked it back and forth, grinding it in. He screamed and his legs spasmed. Alexandra gave the rack a tighter turn, drawing him out, pulling at his body with an increasing pressure all of the time.
Now it was time for Alexandra to tease the hell out of him. She put her mouth to his, kissing him on the lips, slobbering into his mouth while her hands, pressed to his cheeks, caressed away the hurt. She laid the tips of her tits on his chest and rubbed them into him, stroking back and forth, rubbing her skin into him, exciting him and driving him wild. She blew into his mouth and his ears, let her dribble fall upon him, bit and gnawed at his skin.
Vickie continued to work upon his feet. She cranked up his toes into the foot press, locking his toes into iron clamps that gripped with murderous pressure. Then she began to twist and turn his feet right and left, back and forth, with growing force and total murderous dedication. She tortured him for the fucking fun of it, his body wracked with the terrible unrest of torture. She kept at it for a long time, until there was no longer the resistance in his flesh to her torturing, and the weariness of shock settled over him.
"Give him a break. We'll get back to him later."
Vickie drew Alexandra away and put her mouth to Alex's ass. She blew into the crack, at the same time jamming fingers up Alex in the front. She sucked at Alex as Alex began to chew on her. They planted mouth to snatch and together they sucked away at each other, drinking come out and going through the writhing orgasms of sixty-nine.
Down on the floor they went, going down on one another. They went through all of the phases of sixty-nine, legs wrapped around wild heads, giving wild and raunchy head to each other. Vickie stuffed her fingers into Alexandra and fed the slop out of Alex's pussy back to her, giving her fingers to eat clean, finger feeding the come to her.
Alex went into rigid orgasm, legs locked into muscle tension, her body going through one blast of climaxes after another, her whole structure locked into the coming.
Vickie left her on the floor going through these changes and went back to their victim, idling away on the rack.
It was time for him to learn how bad it really could be. Vickie gave him the treatment of the needles under the fingernails. Under his nails she inserted sharp pins, screwing them up into the skin, locking them in deep under his nails, bloody and fearful. He screamed and turned stark white, his screams jumping up and running around the room. Vickie spat into his mouth, making him eat it. She had him dead to right and there was not a damn thing that he could fucking well do about it. She dug her hands down into his groin. She scooped up his genitals, stuffing them into her palms, satisfied at the expression of stark terror that now filled his face. She began to twist and shake his organs back and forth, pulling and yanking at him with a relentless energy.
Alexandra was getting shakily to her feet. Great gobs of the come stains still leaked down her trembling thighs.
"Shit, that was too much."
"Damn straight. All of that good cream wasted. Makes me hungry just looking at it." Alex came over to the rack and leaned her shaky body upon the bound slave for support. "How does he feel?"
"Just the way you would expect. Very repentant and sorry to hell he ever came here." Alex sucked his soft cock into her mouth, fingers playing at his burned nipples.
"He's tasted the sour, but not the sweet yet."
"Well, I don't intend to offer him any. You do what you want. I want to inflict a lot more hell upon him, the son of a bitch."
"Bad girl." She pulled the cock up into her hand, yanking on it, stretching it out. A few hooking turns and bouncing yanks had the stiffness running through it. The cock began to grow hard and tight in her hand.
"I knew it. Watch me drain all of the cream out of the thing."
"Wait a minute. Let's give him an electrical massage first, girl."
"That's an idea. I've been wondering how it would work out. This is our chance to test it." To the sensitive parts of his body they attached small electrode wires leading to a generator. They selected his nipples, elbows, armpits, and cock as the entry points for the electrical discharge they were now to torture him with.
"This should get to him in very short order." They filled his body with the electricity. They blasted him with it, shot it through his cringing flesh in blasts and jolts that made him lift high up from the rack and kick and toss in fearful agony.
Jolt after jolt, a scream with every jolt. Alex shoved a vibrator into Vickie, worked it in and out by hand to amplify the action of the battery.
Vickie creamed her snatch raw, watching the face of her victim with keen delight for added kicks. She was blasting to the roof. He was coming out of his skin.
Off the rack they took him, a reeling mass of butterball meat. He staggered and tripped, and their hands steadied him and played at his back. They raked and cut him up, using the whips as prods to keep him moving.
Down on his back he went, the world spinning around him as he lay there in hopeless confusion.
"On your feet, boy."
Vickie gave the poor wretch a few on the belly with the whip. He writhed and threshed and jerked but did not come to his feet.
"He needs the cattle prod," Alexandra suggested. "That should rouse him properly."
"Out of sight girl. I love the way you think."
They shocked him with the cattle prod. They socked it to him, all over his back and his ass. He kicked and rolled, the pain searing through his body. This got him to his feet. He could not hold out against pain like that.
They walked him around. They rubbed his bleeding ass with sandpaper, not too hard, just sawing it back and forth on his battered butt until he was in a screaming fit once again with the anguish.
They ripped into him with the whips again. He staggered into the hall and keeled over.
"Stupid baby," Vickie cursed. "Let's get this bastard up on his feet. I'm getting sick of all these rests he keeps on taking."
She had the thing to keep him moving. She wrapped his body in wire. Strong, thin wire. She sank it into his flesh, deep and tight. His flesh balled up around the loops of wire sunk into his skin. The two girls pulled with all of their might, digging it into him, hurting him and binding him ever tighter with it.
His blood gushed from the wounds cut into by the wire. His flesh would bear the dark marks it left for weeks. Tighter and tighter it was screwed into him, until he was a piece of fruit ready to burst from its skin.
They rolled him back and forth on the floor, prodding him with their boots. They took turns sitting on his face, giving him ass to lick and eat.
He lapped away at them, miserable and sick. They played upon his face, bouncing tail up and down, striking him with their hands, slapping him silly.
He was unbound. He staggered along before them, needles jabbing in and out of his bottom. Short, sharp stabs, ripping into the cheeks, keeling him over with pain. He cried and pleaded, wanting only relief by now, spent and broken and far past his level of tolerance.
They showered him down, washing away most of the blood and the sweat. This set him up for some more torture.
Vickie sat on the toilet, her ass wiggling invitingly at him. She pissed into the toilet, legs perched over his shoulders. She caressed his chin with her hands.
"Alright, buddy. Here's what you have to do now. I just pissed into this toilet. You have to clean it up with your mouth. Now that isn't too bad, is it?"
He turned sick. She smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders, indicating that he had absolutely no hope of getting out of it.
Gritting his teeth he put his mouth to the toilet and began to drink. The foul water filled his mouth, he spat it out, he couldn't do it.
"Give me a break."
Vickie shoved his face down into the toilet water.
"The only break I'll give you will be your back. Get to it, you toad."
He thrust his tongue down into the water, tasting it. Too horrible to drink. But he had to do it. He gritted his teeth and swallowed down a mouthful of it. He brought his head up out of the toilet and stared at the fiendish torturesses.
"That's a start, but no more. You drink until I tell you that you can quit."
He knew he would be very, very sick before he quit drinking that water.
He lapped at it, an obedient dog. Alex began to finger fuck herself, watching him empty out the toilet.
"Save that for later," Vickie told her. "I think I might want some of it."
"You've got it."
They rode their slave around the house, whipping on his ass with a strap. His body sagged under the weight of first one and then the other.
"Time for some real kicks."
Vickie strapped him down over the coffee table. Now she had something that would really blow his mind. She strapped on a huge dildo, threatening him with the massive object.
"You get fucked with this, big boy. Right up the old ass. You get it good."
She rammed the dong up his behind. He shrieked like a girl being raped, reacting with total panic to the invasion of his rear end. Vickie kept on slamming away at him, driving up into his body. He was tight and resistant, but she pressed on with considerable power, dragging the rubber object back and forth along the inside of his ass, opening him up wide, splitting him open, tearing his insides apart.
He yelped and howled. She rode his ass murderously, digging deep into him, plowing a wide path in his bottom.
She rolled and smashed and he went into fits when she fucked out the inside of his body. His asshole was now split wide open and channeled around the dong. She slammed it back and forth, burrowing like a mole around the inside of his body.
He was now in a bad way. He had little resistance left to fight her with. When she discontinued the treatment he was a limp and half-dead piece of meat.
Planting her pussy over his mouth, she gave him the orders to eat her out. He sucked away at the clit, sucking up the juice. He swept his tongue over the vulva lips, in and out of the vagina.
Hands ripped at his back. Nails lashed up and down his body, carving him up. He was scarred from head to toe. The girls slashed their scratch marks into him everywhere.
Vickie began with his feet. She dug her nail tips into the spaces between his toes. Then she drew her nails back along his feet up to his ankles, leaving deep" red marks on his skin. She then intercut these with other scratch lines, forming a checkerboard pattern, running all around his feet along the soles, across the heels, extending up his ankles to the calves. She left on his calves deep, ragged lines, short and choppy.
His thighs were marked up with long lines, extending over his ass and along his groin, breaking up on his belly. She scratched until her nails ached, and her hands were too tired for the continuation.
Alexandra did his torso. She just laid on a random, chopped up pattern wherever her nails happened to hit. When she had finished with him, she left off and then went on to other amusements.
He had strong shoulders. She dug her teeth into them, lacing them with large teeth marks, running over his chest and along his neck. She drew blood a few times, smeared it across his flesh and continued.
He wept and pleaded anew for mercy. His body was so aching and marked up by now that there was not a square inch of it entirely free of pain.
Such words brought laughter to his tormenters. Remorselessly they thought up new things to do to him.
Into his ass they smeared salt, applying it in heavy layers to all of the many wounds covering his buttocks. They dug it deep into every mark, and did not cease until they could no longer crunch a single white particle into any of the lacerations on his tail.
"What do we do now?" Alex asked, absently kicking her foot, not too hard, into the ribs of the victim.
"We've done just about everything we can do to him."
"I have an idea," Alex said. "Let's get him over to the bathroom again."
Alex took a long, slow shit into the toilet.
She slowly let it fall out, sliding her ass up and down, letting him see the action and making him sick when the stench hit him squarely. "Your part now, baby."
Alexandra wiped her ass with the first piece of toilet paper. She deftly smeared it into the crack between her hind cheeks, wiggling seductively at him.
"Lunch for you, baby."
She stuffed the toilet paper into his mouth, making him chew and swallow it, driving it down his throat. She patted him on his sweaty forehead, calling him a good dog. She wiped her ass with a second piece and offered it to him, wiping the shit stained part on his lips, browning them up, driving stench burning up into his nostrils. He rebelled until his nipples were ripped and crushed in Vickie's grasp. Gritting his spirit, he took the second piece of toilet paper and gobbled it down.
CHAPTER NINE
Arno looked at the house that his two foes were holed up in. It was an old place, spacious and elegant. The sloping hills all around, the houses rising up and falling down, marked it as real San Francisco.
It had taken almost half a year to find the two of them. They had covered their tracks well. Of course, being the greedy bitches that they were, they had put his money to use. They were dealers in grass, big time dealers, buyers of the pot across the border, smuggling in Mexican grass by the brickload, and passing it out with a crew of street dealers.
"Good bitches. They've probably made a good profit for me," he said to Al, the man who had run them down to earth for him. "I should make a nice buck out of this."
"I'm going to get a cut, too. The five thousand for finding them is alright. But me and my two buddies want a cut of the juice for helping you snatch them back to your place. An interstate snatch, that is heavy."
Arno looked at him. "Alright, I dig it. For a heavy job you get a heavy score. All right?"
"That's kosher with me."
Al grinned. He showed his even white teeth, his black face crushed under a massive Afro sporting a happy smile of success.
"I always pay off the way I say," Arno insisted. "I'll give you one-third of everything in excess of the bread they took us for, exactly two hundred and ninety-five thousand plus some small change which I won't even bother with. Now, if they have been dealing grass with a pot like that for a bankroll for about half a year, you can bet that they will maybe have upwards of double that. They're big operators now. You could wind up with close to one hundred thousand for you and your boys."
"Shit, for that money I'll hit them for you a dozen times apiece."
"I want them alive."
"Yeah, I can imagine that you do."
"That bitch Vickie nearly broke my head when she took off. I'm going to show her that she can't get away with that kind of shit."
"You really want them bad."
"I could hang them by their tits in the desert sun and let them rot a minute at a time. That's how I feel about them."
"You're no mother to mess around with."
"Damn straight."
Al looked the place over again. He rolled himself a joint, casually contemptuous of any possible passes of the law by foot or by vehicle. In this section of Frisco everybody, including the cops, smoked.
"Won't be hard. They got nothing going for them. Not even a dog."
"They've got guns."
Al snorted in derision. "Shit, me and my crew can get into a place, take the gold teeth out of a dude's mouth, fuck his old lady on the bed beside him, take the bed, and everything else, and get out of there without waking him up."
"Just don't underestimate them. They are armed and they know how to use it."
"We'll go tonight. We'll pick them up for you just as easy as pie."
"I hope we can do it quiet and easy like you say. Especially since I'm going to be with you."
"That's right. If we get dropped into it, you go down into it with us. So I can appreciate your feeling for our safety, Arno."
"You're damn straight."
Arno gave his man the handshake. Al returned it with the elaborate black power shake, passing on the power.
Vickie and Alexandra were stoned out of their minds around the pipe. They were also smoking pot and drinking wine. They had no idea that trouble was coming at them.
Vickie had Alexandra across her lap, the soft tail bouncing around eagerly. She scratched the skin with her sharp nails and bit into the firm cheeks. She slapped and spanked them, remembering the schmuch they had beaten on only a few days ago.
After all they had done to him, when leaving after pulling his pieces together, he had asked when he could see them again.
"Next time you have some skin you want to shed," Vickie had answered him. She slipped him a crack on the ass with the whip as he left.
Now she was thinking of a real torture fest. She wanted him back again. And time was moving along for them. They had been in one place for too long.
"Alex, girl," she said. "It is time to be moving along. Old Arno must still be on the look for us. We should be getting over to Europe for a while."
Alex tried to focus her eyes, but the effort called for too much attention. She flopped back and took another long pull at the pipe.
"Shit. Let's see about getting the hell out of here some other time. We're making a fortune. We can wait another three months. We could have a million by then."
"Or we could be busted. What the hell, we should move out next week. We're doing too good. We're bound to attract some notice at the rate we're pulling in the bread."
"Shit. We keep in the background, we hardly even go out."
"Still, we should move it sooner or later. And the sooner the better."
"You're getting nervous now. Next time you'll want to look up our old boss and give back his money."
"Shit. He can go fuck himself."
Vickie giggled. She rolled Alex off and spread her legs wide open. She strapped on a dildo and penetrated into Alex's box. She wiggled and jiggled it around inside Alex, who was still slack and limp under the dildo assault, all flacked out.
"Get with it girl. Let's see some action out of you."
"Okay, my girl."
Alex wrapped her legs around Vickie, choking her midsection in a tight squeeze. Vickie slid and ground all of the way into Alexandra and began to fuck the shit out of her with long gliding strokes. She slid hard and fast, bumping along, pounding with her hands on the flesh of her love.
"Fuck me," Alex implored. "Fuck the living shit right out of me."
Neither of them heard a sound as the four men who were coming for their asses broke in. They did it cleverly and soundlessly, through a bottom window, into the basement.
"Listen man," Al said to Arno. "You're no pro. You might make a noise. Suppose you wait out here and when we have them, we'll let you in. Better safe than sorry."
"That's all right. Sounds like the best way to do this."
That was the way they did it. Arno waited outside while the other three did the slow and sneaky bit up from the basement through the house. The thing of it was to give no sound, no noise of betrayal until they had tracked down their prey.
A door was slowly opened to the bedroom on the second floor. There were scents and sounds coming out of the room.
Al tapped his man, Vinny, on the shoulder, motioning him to give way so that Al could have a good look inside the room. What he saw was the mind bending limit. The two bitches were doing a freaky bit on the floor. The more heavily endowed of the two was dildo fucking the tall and slinky one, sloshing a large dong around inside her pussy, one of the strap on jobs. They were drugged out of their zonked out minds and oblivious to all else. He could have fired a cannon and there would have been no reaction.
Al tapped his two buddies on the shoulders. It snapped them out of their horny daze watching the scene. He swept open the door and they went barreling in.
"Look out," Vickie cried.
"Shit, we're being burglarized," Alex screamed, her mind in a stupor. She tried to wiggle out of the grip of the big black guy who had latched onto her.
Before she could understand what was happening her hands had been gripped behind her back and securely cuffed in very tight police style handcuffs. The big black man ripped a roll of tape out of his pocket and with professional skill and speed he wrapped it around her mouth several times, before breaking off the tape and wrapping it tight, securely gagging her.
Her friend, Vickie, was choking on her own dong, which one of the jeering thugs had stuffed into her mouth. Her hands were behind her back, bound in handcuffs the same as Alexandra.
"Get the man up here, Vinnie."
Vinnie went down the stairs to get his employer, Arno. He had an erection now, thinking of all the groovy things they could do to the wild whores.
Al ran his hands over Alexandra's bush. Nice stuff. First rate piece of ass. Too bad they had to be turned over to Arno. He probably had plans for ruining them, after the things they had pulled on him. Well, business was business, and he had completed his assignment.
He shoved four fingers up into the snatch, running them around inside her pussy, eager to make her begin to come. Her hole was already wet from what the other one had been doing to her.
He soon had her panting behind the gag, clouded eyes beginning to turn on.
Alexandra had no idea what was happening, except that they were being robbed and raped. Well, she could only sit back and enjoy it. She began to rub her leg up and down the thigh of the big man.
Vickie was still struggling, her delighted captor giving her the dry hump treatment. She was one hell of a hot piece, and he intended to enjoy her before she was put out of business.
Vickie's heart thumped and she snapped back to full terrified awareness, all of the high blown away. It was the sight of Arno that did it to her.
Arno stalked over to her and without a word of warning he smashed his hand into the dong stuffed in her mouth, jerking it back in her throat and almost ripping her teeth out. He then yanked it out of her mouth, leaving her choking and coughing blood.
"You dirty bitch. Where is it?"
She spat the red stuff into his face. Arno ripped his hands out and closed them on her tits. He crushed them, hooking his fingers in deep and half mashing her boobs to pulp, plucking and twisting them around, eager to tear the tits off to show the bitch that he meant business.
"Where's my money, and the rest of the money you scummy slut? You motherfucking pig, where is it?"
She screamed at the top of her voice, hoping to rouse some sort of aid. Her mouth was stuffed full of tape and she was gagged again.
"Do we search for it or make them talk?" Al asked.
"They'll have it hid first rate of course. But they'll tell us where it is. First we'll work on them for a while. Then we'll put the question to them."
"Fair enough." Al took the pipe end of the smoker gizmo they had been using and he stuffed it into Vickie's cunt. He rubbed it along the inside of the vaginal canal, bearing down hard, crushing it along the surface, shoving it against the tender membrane, until the look on her face informed him of the pain she was experiencing.
"She'll talk to us."
He popped the tip into her nipple, crushed it in, squirmed it and hooked it and crunched it in, hearing the flesh give under it. When he took it away there was a bloody purple and black groove in her nipple.
He lit one of the joints. He stuffed it up Vickie's ass, crushing it out inside her. He lit another one, and fried her tits with it. He touched it almost tenderly to the white meaty knockers, moving it all over the expanse of the perfect melons.
He fried little round marks around the nipples. He walked the hot fire along the underside curves of the dangling knockers. He crushed it out and lit another.
"Hold her down with her legs spread."
Her legs were splayed open, all of the luscious cunt work showing plain and clear. This was his target. He took another joint and puffed it a few times.
"This is the best stuff. This is pure gold." Arno took the joint from him and gave a few drags at it.
"The very best. Almost a shame to waste it."
"Right on. We'll use the regular cancer sticks to make these two ladies talk to us." He lit a Marlboro and went to work. He puffed it till the end was burning an even bright red. Then he touched it to the vulva lips. There was a small sizzling sound and the lip skin turned a darker shade. He moved it along the pulsating and spasm shaking lips, brushing away the hot tip, dropping ash along her body.
He puffed it hot again and then as one of his boys held the cunt open with his hands he stuffed the cigarette up into her. He swiveled it left and right, grazing and blistering the inside of the vagina, burning the inside of her cunt.
"Is this enough for you?"
She babbled in agony when the gag was removed from her mouth.
"Tough shit lady. You want to tell us where it is?"
Vickie coughed and choked, feebly rasped out a cry for water. It was offered to her.
"I'll triple whatever he's paying you."
Al laughed. "Lady, I can't swing that. First of all, I work for another dude who sees to it that I fulfill all of my contracts. If I was to start pulling those kind of deals, I would wind up at the bottom of the river. Also, I'm being generously paid for this job. And whenever I have a contract, I always see the job through.
So right now, you tell us where your bread is stashed. Cause, you know, we'll find it anyway once we start looking for it."
"I don't keep it here."
"Bullshit. Where would you keep it, in a bank? No, baby. You want it close by in case you had to split out in a hurry. Right where you could watch it and grab it in a hurry. This is the only place you could keep that kind of heavy bread."
"Then go find it, you black bastard motherfucker."
Al gave her the fist in the belly, sinking it into the soft white belly so that he almost cracked her back.
"Damn foul mouth bitch. Don't you think you can lay that tongue of yours on me and get away with it. I'll show you what the hell is coming off."
She was thrown down on top of the bed. Al took a lamp and tore out the wire. He unrolled the end and unravelled the metal, laying out the two electric copper wires and taping them to Vickie's nipples.
"This next little trick should make you want to talk your damn head off."
He tied her down and then he poured water over her knockers. When he was set he plugged in the cord. Electric shock ripped through her tits. Her body shot up, the reactions making it kick and buck high. She fell back. He plugged her in again, another paralyzing electrical shock. He did it to her again and again, giving her the electric current treatment in the nipples.
"Nod your head when you want to talk, you bitch."
He lit a cigarette and touched the tip to her belly button. He hit the body with the current again, watching it convulse and churn.
"Not too much patience left. I'm gonna fill your cunt with cotton and set fire to it. How does that grab you? And I haven't even started working on your friend yet."
She could take no more. She gave him the answers he wanted, and the money was soon dug out of its resting place and spilled out on a table.
CHAPTER TEN
Arno spread out the money on the table. First he counted out what they had taken him for. Al watched him, keeping count along with him.
After that there was the counting of the extra money, and the division of this among Arno and Al's crew on a two to one ratio.
"What did I promise you?" Arno said. "Look at all of this. Three hundred and eleven thousand extra. More than I said. And a third for you."
His two boys were fucking the bitches. Vinnie had his thing up Vickie's ass, reaming out her back hole. She had a tight asshole, better than a boy. He mashed deep into her, the tits crushed to pulp in his hands. He bit and gnawed the back of her neck, thinking of torturing her for a quick turn on.
His colleague, Mike, was giving it hot and heavy to the other one in the cunt. He had her legs pinned over his shoulders, slamming back her tail and opening her up with wide and very deep long, slow penetrations. He varied his rhythms with hard slamming drives that made her cunt ache from back to front, all of the way.
They were soon wearied of their fucking, and they let depleted cocks slide out of the ravaged bodies.
"I want to work on them," Arno snarled. "I owe them quite a bit."
"Go to it, boss."
Arno selected a huge whip from among the equipment the broads had stocked up on. How convenient it was of them to have all of the equipment he could possibly need.
First he whipped Vickie. He strung her up by an iron bar behind her shoulders. He wired her flesh to the bar, the wire digging into her skin, bloodying and ripping into it. He strung her up, legs kicking, the pain very severe. Then he whipped her.
First he slashed the whip across the tits. Her boobs bounced and rolled under the cracking of the whip. The lash struck out in short blows that arced over the pendulous knockers, leaving dark slash lines diagonally and horizontally running all over the breasts.
After some whipping, her tits were bloody, several of the lacerations deep enough to split open the flesh and spill blood.
He worked down her soft belly, making it undulate and bounce under the thrusting search of the whip. He hit it around her body, coiling her waist, cinching her in a tight grip before releasing her flesh, bloodied and torn.
Arno chopped her up, hitting a line of whip welts down her thighs. He slashed her and whipped her, his whip cutting into her belly, into the mound of her pelvis. The splattering of the whip over her cunt vulva made her entire body arc and thresh in heavy spasms.
Her pain was terrible, and it showed no signs of ending. Her whip wounds were seared with lit cigarettes. She was jabbed with them, moving frantically from side to side to try and alleviate a little bit the stabbing pains of the hot butts.
Alexandra watched it all, cringing against the wall, the hands of the two boys working for Al wandering all over her flesh. They pumped on her tits, chewed on the nipples, probed up her cunt and her ass with their fingers. They were rough and merciless, running their hands all over her without a letup.
Alexandra was soon in a state of such terror that her entire body was pounding and quivering with it. Her sweat stunk of fear.
"This one is scared shitless. Why not start working on her now?"
Arno looked her up and down. Indeed, the girl was ready to puke with fear. He seized her by the now red hair and smashed her into Vickie, giving her an ass splattering kick.
"Lick and suck on her wounds."
The tongue swept out and ran over the flesh of Vickie, seeking the bloodiest of the lacerations. Alexandra sucked at all of the torn places, looking fearfully over her shoulder to gauge the mood of her torturers. It was not good.
Her body was reeling under the sting of the whip. They hit her hard and fast, cracking the lash into her flesh. Blood spattered from the tears in her skin.
"What we gonna do about this setup?" Arno asked.
Al thought about it. "This rig is too freaky to just leave behind. When they don't show up for a long time, and this place just rots here, even if years go by, some dude is going to get curious and come for a look. We had better shut it down and move out all of this kinky stuff as well."
Arno gave Alexandra the slash of the whip between her legs, tearing a cut across her vulva lips. She fell to the floor and howled.
"When I'm gone I want no trace left that they were here. Nothing that can identify them."
"You wouldn't be connected with it, anyway."
"Better to be safe than sorry."
"Should we move out of here tonight. While it's still dark? I'd rather get going now than wait for tomorrow, and spend another day here until its dark."
Arno looked at his watch.
"Time is going by. I think we had better move it. Take a look around first and tag everything in your mind for moving. Have a truck come around here in a couple of days with fake movers and clean all of this shit out of here."
Al snorted in derision. "I'm way ahead of you, man. Like I know this job all of the way." The two girls were gagged and bound into small, tight packages. They were carried out to the truck parked in front of the house and dumped in the back.
The men piled into the back, Arno eager to get back to work upon the girls.
"Well, this is certainly working out all right."
He unwrapped the package containing Vickie. He was delighted at the flowing of blood from her many wounds, staining the sheets she was wrapped in.
Out of his pocket he took a nail file. He dug it into her right breast. He stabbed it deep into her flesh, ground it right and left, pulled it back and forth. He mashed it in and twisted it, giving it a drilling, hooking twist into her flesh, turning it in and pulling back. He popped her skin, opening it up with an exquisite pain that made her entire body beat up and down upon the steel floor of the truck.
It was a large truck, with plenty of room to work upon the girls. He let the file play around the nipples, probing and stabbing the wounds in her body made by the whip and the lit cigarettes.
Al was fucking Alexandra. He popped her nipples into his mouth, mashing them and then crunching with his back molars, breaking the skin and drawing blood. He slapped her face many times, making her bleed from the corners of the mouth, hurting her. She tried to squirm out from under him. He drove down into her, beginning to jog around and drive his body down into her. She spasmed and reacted with extreme vigor to his raping. He crushed her pelvis in his hands, mashing it shut tight as a vise on his cock. He bore down on her and quivered his erect cock around inside her, using his strength to crush her down while moving around inside her, driving her wild.
He pounded up and down, holding her hair in his hands, tugging it and pulling some out at the roots. He bounced her head up and down, hitting it on the floor, glorying in the pain she suffered.
He slapped her again and again, slowly blackening her eyes. He pounded her face with short hitting punches, slapping her until the face was discolored with bruises and cuts.
He sucked her tits, biting into them. He bit into her face, shoulders, armpits, belly.
He rolled her over and spread her ass. He plowed down into her asshole, digging a deep pit for himself. He opened her up all of the way, ripping her asshole bloody, feeling it flow around his cock and enjoying the damage he had wrought upon her.
He fucked her some more, the hours going by, taking turns with his boys, giving it to Vickie as well.
They passed through state boundaries, everything smooth, no difficulties. They rode the bodies of the girls, even stopping a few times for food and fucking away on top of the two of them while eating, letting ketchup and mustard and hot coffee spill on the faces of the trapped pair.
Arno took a leak into Vickie's mouth. He plugged her nostrils shut with his fingers, and sat on her head, giving her no chance to avoid it.
"I want you to know what you have in store for you. I've converted that bungalow you shared with your bitch friend here into a torture chamber. I'm going to work on you two in there. We shall see how much of this you can really take before I'm finished with you."
"Sounds like fun," Al said. "But I'm not sticking around for that. I have other things to do and my time is flying by. So I will leave you at your place with these two whores."
"You've done a good job for me. You're always welcome at the Rajah, free of charge. Anything you want."
"What about some free money without the trouble of trying to win it at those tables?"
"Not that kind of freebee."
"Well, if I'm ever up this way, I'll look in on you. You have one hell of a fun place, that's for certain."
"Glad to hear that you appreciate my place. It has quite a rep."
The poor girls were uncaring by now of what was spoken, and what was planned. Their world was limited to the pain they suffered, pain which filled their every moment with un-sufferable anguish.
They came at last to the Rajah, journey's end. Their bodies were battered and seared to bleeding pulps.
"This is it, girls. We are now home."
They were dragged out of the truck, tails bumping and bruising under the pounding of their rough handling. Unceremoniously they were dragged around behind the Rajah Club into the boarded up bungalow which had been converted into a torture chamber by Arno. He showed them the layout of the place, the mangling and mutilating machines he had installed for the two of them.
"I'll give you babes a little rest first. Some time to recuperate and think things over." There were wheel and tackle blocks hanging down from the ceiling. From one of these he ran a series of chains ending in iron cuffs. He hung the girls from these and their feet dangled well clear of the ground. He fastened them tight and then he bound to their ankles heavy iron balls. Their tension wracked bodies stretched and strained under the added weight. Their ligaments were tugged at, sinews painfully drawn out to full elastic stretch.
"This should just about do it."
A walk out to the truck for the final details with Al and his boys.
"Why not stick around for a few hours. I'll rustle up some of the broads and you can have a real party."
"Not a bad idea. Okay, why not."
Joyce and Ellen were the two he came up with from the old crew. As replacements for the treacherous Alexandra and Vickie he had Sylvia and Harriet.
First there was a strip show. The four of them worked together, peeling the scanty coverings off of each other, mischievous fingers poking into cunt and asshole.
They probed into each other, exciting with fingerfucking skill, now thrusting in as many as four fingers at one time, all of the way in, followed by the tongues and the sucking mouths.
They grasped and cupped tits, shook them and formed them into molds, cupping them out to the hungry hands and mouths of the watching men. They jabbed fingers into soft ass cheeks, pinching and spanking, pulling the tail meat open and showing it to the lusting crew.
The men were spent after the long session fucking the two broads, but they were watching the show and the passing time was re-invigorating them.
"I'll be ready for some action soon," Vinnie boasted.
"With your mouth, you mean," sneered Al.
The girls began to bite and pick nipples and breast bags. They shoved their asses out, stuffed fingers up their own orifices and the orifices of the others, sucked them clean, kept on going.
They played with the hairy twats, eating away at them. Now they were all writhing and groping together in the threshing tangle of sixty-nine.
Down they went, one on top of another, a pile of entangled arms and legs, all going together like mad.
They ate and sucked, all shoving hands into the open quims. They fistfucked one another, the wide open and well used gashes receptive to the wild hand action.
Mouths locked the cunt meat in, chewing and slithering at the gash. All of the insides of the hot and horny cunt holes were explored by the mouths, the men reaching out to grip and pull at the sweaty flesh, eager to eat and devour it all.
The girls were now into high, sucking pussy cream in shooting, spurting spasm gobs out of each other, screaming and groaning in the pleasures of what they were doing.
"Jesus, what a show," moaned Al.
Vinnie pumped his spent cock with both hands, trying to get it up again.
"I want just one more little hardon. Just enough for one fuck with that big blonde."
"That one is gonna be mine," Al said. "You can have the little blonde."
Arno laughed. "No use to any of you if you can't get it up again."
Al looked at him in hurt disgust.
"You don't know who you're talking to man. Five thousand says I can get it up again in five minutes."
"You have a bet."
Al pushed his way into the pack, peeling the mouth of the big blonde away from the snatch of the tall brunette and pulling the blonde's twat away from the head of the short blonde.
"Let's get it on, baby."
He threw the girl down on her back and jumped on top of her, pumping away with all of his might, still soft, but beginning to stir.
"You're running out of time," Arno reminded him, showing him the passing time to try and offset his rising enthusiasm and win the bet.
"You don't throw me off that way man. I'm beginning to come up nice and fine."
He now had a hardon. It was rising up, going to full stiffness. Then it was erect all of the way, and the grinning black man stuffed it into the box of the eager and panting blonde whore bitch.
"Get the money up man," he grunted between fits of huffing, puffing, and grunting.
"Yeah, yeah."
Arno poured himself a drink. But he was feeling too good to let the loss of a five thousand dollar bet throw him. It was nothing, little more than pocket money.
He had the two girls back and that was the important thing. And the very next day, he could begin to work on them, all he wanted. He began to plan the day's activities, eager to draw it out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
First he bound the two girls to a rectangular, rotating column. The faces of the column were studded with pins and needles. As he tied them tight to the columns, the points sank into them; into their soft ass globes, into their backs, into the rippling, quivering flesh of the backs of their thighs, deep into the calves.
The screaming started immediately and they writhed in torment against the sides of the rectangular column.
"Scream all you want to," he told them. "I can assure you that this place is thoroughly sound proof. I've put it to use a couple of times since you went away on some dudes who couldn't come up with the bread. Now, we'll see just how versatile this place really is."
He had the torture all planned. It was going to be a masterpiece of pain.
He turned a dial and the column began to slowly rotate, the motion adding a little bit of pain as the girls moved upon the sharp needles and pins piercing their bodies.
He selected a cattle prod, a large one. He switched it on.
Vickie's body moved past him on the rotating column. He swept the prod along her tits. She screamed out in anguish. She spasmed and convulsed, squirting blood out of the puncture wounds on the back of her body.
Alexandra was turned toward him. He touched the prod to the lips of her vulva, pressing to the mouth of her vagina.
Her scream was more horrendous than Vickie's.
"I see you girls don't like this little game."
"No more," Vickie screamed. "For the love of heaven--no more of this."
"You laughed Vickie, when you busted my head in with that gun. Why aren't you laughing now."
He touched the prod to the right nipple as she came into range. He held it on the nipple, as convulsions and spasm and writhing fits made every inch of her body jerk and tremble beyond control.
"You don't like this, maybe that is why you're not laughing, you fuck."
"Stop it, stooopppp itttttt."
He touched the prod to Alexandra's armpits, hitting lightly against her skin, a rapid engagement and disengagement to give her shocks of short duration.
He rammed the prod up into Vickie's cunt. The inside of her vaginal passage sizzled with electricity. With a horrible scream and the bubbling of saliva out of her mouth she passed out. "Not that easily do you go to sleep."
He pressed smelling salts under her nose, bringing her around.
"Stop this, don't prod me any more."
He put down the cattle prod, innocently showing her his empty hands.
"I have a few new ideas in store for you. Like this, my girl."
He picked up a blowtorch. He turned it on. Her face mad with terror, Alexandra's body came around to face him.
"Don't burn me, don't burn me. Eaaaaaaa." Arno did not burn Alex. He passed the flame in a waving arc along the curves of her big, bobbing tits, close enough to sear her flesh but not touching it to her. He roasted her belly a bit as she passed around on the rotating rectangular block.
Vickie came around to meet him. He almost touched the white hot flame to her skin. The flesh of the undersides of her breasts darkened under the remorseless caress of the flame, almost touching against them.
He slow roasted the succulent parts of the girls' bodies. The breasts, the thighs, the bellies. They shivered and sickened, eyes glassy with fear and despair.
He could jab pins into them for the third torment. This was the torture he selected.
As each girl passed him, he jabbed handfuls of pins and sharp quills into them. He dug into the soft and surrendering flesh, laughing at the screams they still emitted at regular intervals.
Bloody and sweat-sheened, skin blistered and browned from the touches of heat, filled with pins, the girls suffered the torture until he decided that it was time for something new.
He released them from the rectangular block. The pins of the sides they had been bound to were coated with blood, still dripping it.
He allowed them to pull out of each other's skin the needles he had stabbed into them, to comfort with hands and mouths the flesh that he had seared and stabbed. They wept in each other's arms, picking at wounds, begging him to let up on them and let them go.
"This is only the beginning babies."
"But you have all of the money we took from you and more," Vickie pleaded. "Why not call it a profit and let us off, man."
"Prestige baby. You hurt me bad." He touched his hand to the lumpy ridge on his nose. "You left me with this souvenir among others. You have to pay for this and pay in blood."
"You're killing us."
"Bullshit. You've done worse to your victims, and none of them died."
"Call it even now."
"Not a chance. I've hardly started on the two of you. Wait until you see what I have in store for you next. You'll really dig it."
Vickie tried to make a break for the door. He picked up the prod and rammed it halfway up her ass.
"Don't try that again," he said to her, lying semi-conscious at his feet.
His foot pressed down into the buttocks. From the small pin prick wounds on her ass blood spurted and ran. He jabbed down hard, grinding into her flesh. A smear of blood oozed out of the holes and spread over her buttocks.
He dragged her by the hair over to the rack. It was a rack set up at a forty-five degree angle, leaning toward the wall. Her hands were bound over her head to fixed metal cuffs, and her feet were locked within other cuffs fastened to chains wrapped around a roller. By turning the wheel on the right side of this roller, her legs would be drawn out and stretched, the action of the roller applied to her lower body, aided by the positioning of the frame of the rack, gravity aiding the pressure.
Moreover, there was a triangular angle of wood projecting upwards from the frame right where her crotch rested. As the roller turned pulling on her legs, the triangular edge of the wood would drive into her cunt, right into the split between pussy lips, drilling into her crotch.
Over her head he set up a watering can with a small hole in it, rigged to allow the water to flow drop by drop, inflicting the Chinese water torture upon Vickie.
He glanced down at her body. She was twisting and struggling against her bondage, trying to raise her pussy nest upwards from the triangular edge of wood, already feeling the acute discomfort.
"You understand what this will do?" he asked her. He picked apart her pussy lips, wedging them around the joining line of the wooden block, the wedge cutting into her softness.
"Please, don't do this to me."
He slapped her on the face, back and forth. He split her lips on both corners of the mouth, the blood dripping slowly down her chin.
"This pain will be quite exquisite. I should think that the digging of that triangle into her cunt will be the most painful part of the whole thing. Of course, I have no way of knowing for certain, only you will be able to judge that. But before I begin to rack you, I must do something for your accomplice."
Alexandra thought that the ordeal Vickie was about to suffer was horrible beyond contemplation and felt thankful not to be the victim of it, but she did not realize how terrible her own suffering would be.
She was bound over a metal bar. Her back rested upon it, and her legs were drawn up to her breasts and strapped tight, the strap running around her neck and her back. The strap was drawn in so tight that her lower legs were snug up against her breasts, mashing them flat out on her torso. The cramping, crushing pain was intense and there was far worse to come.
Resting on the bar, teetering back and forth, her neck was bound within a metal collar. This was snapped through a metal chain, that was pulled taut, balancing her on the small of her back and the chain around her neck. It was painful, but bearable.
Her arms were now drawn back and down, so that they were down below the bar, straight out at an angle toward the floor. They were bound into iron gloves, spiked on the insides and attached to chains. The sleeves of the gloves ran up her arms almost to the shoulder.
She tossed about as much as she could upon this iron bar, the digging of it into her spine more and more painful as different crampings and strains ran through her body.
He positioned a metal brazier under her ass. He let his fingers dig in and out of her cunt, flexing at the inner membrane.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Fearfully she regarded the brazier. She knew that he was going to do something vile to her ass.
"I'm going to cook your bottom," he answered her. "Roast ass of a fucking whore."
"No, no, not that."
He stuffed a golf ball into her mouth and passed a piece of wire around her jaws. He dug the wire into her face, wrapping up her head and sinking it into her soft features, leaving bruise lines all around the flesh of her face.
"You will enjoy this immensely, my dear. This will really get to you."
He filled the brazier with coals and then he set them alight. They glowed with heat, the radiated warmth spreading upwards toward the twitching tail positioned only a few inches away.
"It won't be too bad at first. Then it will feel like a sunburn. And then you will feel as if your ass is frying off of you."
He patted her on the ass, noticing the warmth of the coals on his hand.
"I'll get back to you later."
He left her in that torment and went back to Vickie, who was already in considerable discomfort before the real torture of the racking had even begun.
"I haven't forgotten you. Now we'll test your stamina and courage. Let's see how you stand up to the rack, you bitch."
The racking began. He stretched out her legs with a few swift turns of the wheel, resistance increasing as the muscles, ligaments, and sinews of her body rebelled against the racking.
Her cunt was opened up and split apart about the wedge of wood. It dug an inch into her cunt, which crunched down upon it, the floppy lips opening up to enclose the wood.
"No, eeeiaaa, oowwww, eeaacccc... aaahh."
Her screams were highly entertaining. Smiling sweetly down at her he gave her a few more turns, drawing out her body some more.
"You really are enjoying this, are you not my dear?"
He pulled at her body, drawing her out. Sweat cascaded down her limbs. She twisted and writhed in the grip of the apparatus.
He drew her out further, her sinews coming close to the stretch limits of her body. He could do little more to her without tearing her apart. He did not turn down to this suggestion, but he wanted her to suffer for a long time.
He filled a bowl with oil. He slipped her feet into the bowl. Under it he lit a fire.
"I'll be back when the oil is boiling, and your feet begin to fry cook."
He left her locked in tension, her cunt split and opened out upon the triangle of wood, her feet immersed in oil which would soon boil.
Back to Alexandra he went. Alexandra was in screaming pain. Her face was bloody all around the wire twisted into her flesh which was digging into her spasming, convulsing face as she screamed out of control, mouth bloody around the golf ball wedged into it.
Her ass was turning a shade of brown. There were dark red and dark brown patches and blisters on her ass. Sections of skin were beginning to break and peel.
He held his hand to her skin. Her entire body went into spasm shock. She was being ass fried for certain.
He removed the coals and let her ass cool off for a few seconds.
She had expected some relief. He fooled her. He took a cloth and rubbed it over her ass. The touch of it was excruciating upon her half fried buttocks.
He whistled and he scrubbed down her ass with the cloth. He dug his fingers into her with all possible brutality, crushing her bottom cheeks. He pinched them up, hauled and scooped them. He dug in and kneaded the handfuls of flesh through his hands. He tortured her mercilessly, creaming in wild and joyous excitement.
He pulled on her knockers a few times, drawing out her suffering. He played with her shoulders and her back, tugged on her feet and her hands. He twisted her toes and her fingers.
He dropped her off the bar at last, eager to torture her further. Now he split open her legs and hauled her ass over to a body shaker. He laid her out in a dancer's split legs splayed wide and bound to D-rings in the floor.
He placed under her a board upon a shaker. The ass of the girl rested upon the board, and as it shook it bounced her roasted ass up and down. The board had been covered with sandpaper and gravel, and this rubbed and grated her heaving ass cheeks constantly, wearing and flaying away the half peeled and roasted off skin of her juggling bottom cakes.
Back to Vickie he went. He listened to her continuing scream that went on and on without stopping for a single instant.
"You seem to be in considerable discomfort, my dear. I wonder what the trouble can be."
He watched the oil boil. It bubbled and steamed. The writhing of her feet within the vessel caused it to continually toss and splash. "That should be enough."
He removed her feet from the oil. They were swollen and enlarged, the skin a shade of dark red and beginning to blister and peel all over. He seized one foot and squeezed it in his hand. She pissed from the pain he caused.
"Time for dancing now, my lovely."
He actually forced the girl to dance, her body staggering in pain-drunk, shocked convulsions as he kept her moving with the cattle prod. He had tied an A frame to her back, thus keeping her on her feet and helping to maintain her balance. The straightness of her torso was some help to her in keeping erect.
When finally she could stand no more he allowed her to fall down. He fell upon her naked body, picking and pulling at it.
He dragged Alexandra out of her torment, gratified to see that her peeled ass was now a raw, bleeding pulp.
"Kill me," she begged. "Please finish me and put an end to this."
He threw the hot coals upon the floor and then lit the blowtorch once again.
"Walk through those hot coals on your knees. Do it fast or I'll fry your tits to blackened stumps with this blowtorch."
She scrambled through the coals on her knees, blistering and burning them where the coals touched her skin.
"Now on your belly."
Screaming with pain she wiggled through the hot coals, branding her tummy and tits with the imprints of the hot coals.
"Now your ass."
This was the most horrible pain of all. Wiggling on her ass, she collapsed as her buttocks touched three hot coals simultaneously. She sat down hard on them, the smoke rising up as the coals sizzled under her ass until all of the heat was gone from them.
He bound the two girls together with rope, and left them hanging in a barrel of ice brine, up to their necks, for many hours until he came back for them.
It took the better part of a week for the injuries to heal up sufficiently for the torture to go on. He soon found new ways to batter them.
CHAPTER TWELVE
He could not of course, put them to work again. He could use them however, in other ways. He could bind them in the john, swathed from head to toe in black rubber, bound blow-job machines.
He did this to them, positioning them with only the mouth left free of rubber, a sign reading "Twenty Dollars," hanging around each neck.
A twenty dollar bill was stuffed into the box positioned beside Vickie each time she or Alexandra were so used. A dude would put his money in and then unzip his fly. Into the mouth of the vision deprived girl he chose his cock would flip. The girl would suck and grind at it, pumping it with her mouth, without any choice in the matter. She would suck until the bastard came, and then swallow down the come, not even allowed the choice of spitting it out.
When asked if this was not as bad as any of the tortures she was subjected to, Vickie was forced to agree that it was. The long hours bound in the bondage suit, swallowing loads of come as the men came and went. Sometimes one would use her mouth for a urinal, pissing into her and enjoying it.
Of course, the pain in the torture chamber was unbelievable. Arno battered them for months before he was satisfied that their pain repaid the debt they owed to him.
He enjoyed working on her in every way that he could imagine. There was an infinite number of things that he could devise to inflict upon them.
He tied them back to back, two naked beauties, soft undulating flesh mashed together. Over the spit they would go, bound in a tight package. Under them there would be a roaring fire and he would turn them over the flames for hours, barbecuing their flesh. Once he bound Vickie within a hollow ball, the lining of which was studded with metal points. He sent the ball spinning around the room, driving it on and hitting at it, sending it reeling from one corner to the other. How they were shocked by this horror, as Vickie's screams reverberated through the ball and bounced off the walls.
He enjoyed hanging Vickie up by her feet, and hanging the other girl from her, bound tight into a ball, bent back into a bow, or wrapped in a human pretzel.
He would swing the hanging weight that was Alexandra back and forth, swinging the poor Vickie like a pendulum, her joints creaking as the ache spread through her body.
He would set a fire under Alexandra and swing her over it, searing her ass. Sometimes he would dig into her body with a pitchfork, digging into the mass of the alabaster ass.
"You son of a bitch," Vickie snarled at him. "When are you going to stop?"
"When I can't derive any more kicks from this."
He poured dozens of sharp, three pointed jacks out on the floor, the ends sharpened to the intensity of needles. He set Vickie and Alexandra to wiggling bound hand and foot into tight packages through this, the jacks digging into their flesh until their legs, bottoms, and thighs were pierced on all sides.
He poured hot oil over their bodies. It was fun to do it slowly. He poured it down the front of Vickie's body, over her breasts and belly, trickling down her pelvis, scorching her pussy lips.
He concentrated on Alex's back, pouring over her buttocks, splashing it over her flesh. She screamed and cursed and her pain was quite intense.
"You can see what a hellish imagination I have. I could go on like this for hours without repeating myself."
Indeed, he could do this to them for hours, days, weeks. He always' found new ways to torture them.
He rubbed Vickie's well fleshed body down with honey, and then turned red ants loose upon her. They crawled over her white skin, eating at her flesh, cleaning off the honey.
The terror was even worse than the pain.
She suffered and Alexandra suffered. There seemed to be no limit to his insatiable appetite for revenge.
After a long time he conceived of a vengeance that satisfied his lust. He began by hanging the two girls from the pulleys set in the roof. They dangled by chains around their wrists, sweating and heaving in pain as the hours went by. He left them in that condition for a long time, before he was satisfied.
Now he began to torture. Hundreds of needles turned red-hot over the fire. Fishhooks also were heated, nails and pins.
He watched the implements heat, testing them occasionally. Through mouths stuffed with crap the girls tried to speak out, but they were effectively gagged.
"Too bad, ladies. I'm afraid that there is nothing you can do about this."
He began with the fishhooks. Into the undersides of Vickie's tits he planted them. He used pliers to pull up small bits of her flesh, where he dug the red hot hooks. Her entire body tossed and spasmed as he filled the tits with the hooks.
He cleverly inserted them, digging and drilling in, before ending the prodding and allowing the hooks to rest in the positions he had dug into her flesh.
He put thirty fish hooks into the tits of Vickie. Her eyeballs rolled in their sockets, and she turned every which way, her head bouncing about as she shook and trembled.
He filled the undersides of the tits. He pulled and yanked at the hooks, making blood drip out of the holes in her flesh.
He was not yet finished with her, only beginning. Now he took a long nail, red-hot, almost white hot. He touched it to her right nipple, a hammer in his other hand. Her skin sizzled and smoked. With a brutal blow he smashed the red hot nail through her nipple, two inches into her tit. The smoke boiled up out of the burned out hole in her tit, filled with a heavy nail. Her body spasmed and churned, the shit and piss flowing out of her.
He hammered a nail into her other tit. He slammed it into her nipple. Her body gushed forth sweat. Eyeballs bulged out and her armpits gave off the hot sweat fluids. More piss and shit flowed out of her.
He went around behind her back. It was almost a relief to her as he began to fill up her buttocks with red hot needles and pins.
The hours went by. He thrust into every square inch of her buttocks. He shoved over a hundred hot slivers of metal into the fleshy melons. Then he filled the melons with shorter, broader pins. He shoved them in almost out of sight.
When he had finished with her ass, he went back to her tits. He filled the melons with pins and needles, working up to her shoulders, her neck. He shoved them into her flesh, taking delight in the shocked pain expression on her face.
He then went to work on her armpits. Filling her armpits with nails drove her as far as she could go. He saw in her eyes that she could take little more.
He went to work on Alexandra. He began with her armpits, filling them with the needles. The expression on her face was amusing. He skewered her armpits with long pins, a dozen into each side, making them quiver and dance in her hollows.
"You're beginning to really be sorry that you double-crossed me, aren't you?"
That was the truth. He progressed to her breasts. He filled them with clusters of pins, dozens of them. He jabbed them in a dozen at a time, pincushioning her tits with the red hot pins. She threshed in an agony of wild convulsions as he worked upon her.
The ass was next. Into this he hammered nails. He filled her ass, a dozen long nails on each side. The cheeks seared and burned under this torture. He wondered how she could bear it so stoically.
After a time he went back to work upon Vickie once again. He filled her belly with pins. He thrust through her guts, deep into her bowels. He stabbed into her, enjoying the agony he was causing to her.
The quivering quim was last. He laughingly teased the mound with his hand, fondling and tickling it. Then he filled her cunt with red hot needles. She tossed and kicked in every direction while he did this dreadful thing to her. He kept it up until he had counted some thirty pins puncturing her quim. He played them backwards and forwards, digging them around in the flesh.
When he no longer had any interest in her slack figure he went back to Alexandra again.
"Well, beauty, it's your turn to suffer once more. I bet you'd rather be back in Frisco with all of that money."
She stared at him out of shattered, tear filled eyes. He gripped her by the hair.
"Why no answer out of you?"
Gagged as she was she could not answer him. She just stared at him with eyes vainly imploring mercy.
"Not very talkative."
He began to fill her pussy with the hot slivers. He took one between the jaws of a pair of pliers. Delicately he worked it into her cunt. He shoved it into the mound, digging in all of the way. Her flesh quivered and twitched, not throwing him off his intentions.
"I really believe that you're not enjoying this, my girl."
Indeed she was not. She was in worse pain than Vickie before he had finished with her. He filled her body with the pins, shoving the last of them into her pussy.
His vengeance complete, he made plans for being rid of the pair.
For a week they were fed well, not tortured or abused. They began to return to a semblance of health. This good treatment was alarming to them.
"What's he up to?" Vickie asked, babbling with fear. "Is he going to kill us?"
"He could do anything to us. You never can tell with a bastard like him."
"He's fattening us up for worse torture. He's raising our hopes to make things even worse."
After a week they found out what he was up to. He came into the bungalow one day with two Mexicans, swarthy, heavy men with cruel faces.
"So these are the two puntas," one of the men said, running his greedy eyes over Vickie.
His comrade turned to Arno and nodded appreciatively. "As you said, they are first rate, and well worth the price."
"What is he talking about?" Vickie screamed. "What are you doing to us?"
"Selling you, as you can plainly see. You will soon be on your way to a border whorehouse. Tijuana whores."
"No, no, you can't do that."
"I'm doing it."
One of the men came over to Alex and seized her tits in his hands. He ran his fingers along the scars on her knockers, pulling at the nipples, testing her flesh.
"They are all marked up."
"I explained that to you," Arno said. "Most of the scars will go away with time. And the price is accordingly low. Besides, there are those who will be most attracted to them by those marks."
"That is the truth."
The two men opened the cunts of the two girls, they inspected the tits and the asses. They looked everywhere, and at everything. "They will do," one of the men said. "We will take them at the agreed price."
The other Mexican looked around the room at all of the objects of torture that had been used on the girls.
"This is an interesting place. I would like to see a demonstration of the things you have done to them."
Arno was more than willing to oblige the buyer. The girls once more hung by the wrists, feet trapped within cuffs from which iron balls hung.
Slashing at them with a whip, Arno took his time. He flogged criss-cross patterns into the backs for a start. He gave the welts a lot of spacing, going over the backs lightly. He cut long and deep, the welts filling up with red blood.
"Good technique," one of the buyers commented to the other one. "These girls are used to the whip. We will keep them in this sort of treatment. The customers who want this thing always pay more."
His partner nodded. That was all true. He watched in fascination the play of the whip over the smooth buttocks. How the flesh indented and rippled under the sweeping of the whip. How the flesh jumped and flowed under the crushing power.
The whipping sadist let the tip of the lash begin to probe around at the front of the flesh. He whipped the thighs, the bellies, the soft foamy tits that bounced and bobbed under the sweeping of his whip.
"Please," Vickie pleaded. "Stop it." She implored the buyers. "He'll ruin--aaaaaiiiii--us for the business."
"You can take it, punta."
She let her head fall forward. The whip curled around her shoulders and slashed her tits. Another cutting line of pain in her flesh. She hardly noticed.
It was all hopeless now. They would become beaten down and battered whores in a Mexican whorehouse. She had heard about those places. She knew what they would look like in a few years. They would be finished by the time they were turned loose. Already they were as good as dead in one sense of the word.
After an eternity the whipping ceased. Without more than a quick treatment of the wounds the two girls were bundled up and shipped off under the hidden compartment of a truck. They remembered the last truck ride and the hell it had brought them to. Now here they were again heading for hell, possibly a worse kind.
Vickie put her face to Alexandra's snatch and began to rub into her, jacking her pussy off. This was the one and only consolation left to them. They had each other. Alex put her head to Vickie's pussy and returned the favor. They did not know that in the whorehouse where they would work their exhibitions of 69 would become famous.
