WIDOW IN BONDAGE
CHAPTER ONE


Strong hands grabbed hold of Karen Anderson's arms the 
moment she stepped into her  dead husband's office. She started 
to scream, but another hand closed tightly around her long,  
slender throat and cut off the cry. She struggled for a moment, 
but the pain in her arms and  lack of oxygen soon quieted her. In 
the darkness she couldn't even see her attackers. Her  husband's 
plant had always had top-notch security, how had someone 
managed to get inside  and all the way into his office?

The lights came on, and now Karen wanted to scream even 
more. Standing in front of her  was her husband's partner, Mark 
Drey!

Twisting her head around she saw that the man holding her from 
behind was the plant  foreman, Wayne Waldheim. Just an hour 
before, as her first act as new head of her husband's  company, 
she had presented Mark with a forced buy-out plan that would 
drive him from the  company, and she had given Wayne his 
walking papers. She'd never liked either one of them.

"Let me go this instant!" Karen hissed between clenched teeth. 
Mark's hand around her  throat was still blocking off most of her 
air, and she felt a little faint. "You two must be crazy  as well as 
crooked and incompetent. I'll have you in prison for this!"

"You're a beautiful woman, Karen," Mark said mildly. He was a 
giant of a man with afull  black beard and steely eyes. He owned 
parts of a hundred different companies. "Much better  than your 
limp-pricked husband ever deserved. But you're a bitch, and you 
made a mistake  when you fucked with me. Now I'm going to 
have to humble you!"

"What he means," Wayne drawled laconical ly from behind her, 
"is fuck your hot little ass  into the dirt!"

Karen began to struggle again, her eyes widening and her heart 
hammering in her chest.  They couldn't mean that. Trying to 
scare her into backing down was one thing, even breaking  into 
her new office and trying to force her to listen to them. But rape? 
She couldn't believe  that a man as powerful as Mark Drey would 
do something so stupid.

But she could see the lust in Mark's eyes and she knew they 
were serious. She'd seen this  look before, from boys she 
wouldn't date in school, from men who came to see her dance  
before her marriage, from the men who worked for her husband. 

It was a mix of lust and  hatred, and though she'd always loved 
getting that look before, now she dreaded it, because  unlike all 
the others, Mark could act on what he felt.

Mark smiled when he saw the dawning terror in Karen's eyes. He 
stepped back, surveying  her openly, inspecting her body. She 
was an exquisitely beautiful woman. 

She was tall, with a  dancer's long, muscled legs and tight, taut 
ass. Her waist was narrow, her stomach cupping in  beneath the 
cut of her ribs. Her tits, though not too large, thrust high and firm 
on her chest.  She was sleek and tanned, made for sex, and 
Mark was going to put her to use.

Even her face was perfect. High cheekbones, full lips, blonde hair 
struck through with  darker highlights. Her eyes were wide and 
brown, her nose long and straight.

Mark wanted to see her full lips straining around his cock. He 
wanted to see her perfect  features dripping with his cum.

She wore pearls, a fluffy, pale-pink sweater, stylish pants in the 
same color, white three- inch heels. Mark took hold of the collar 
of her sweater with both hands and yanked down as  hard as he 
could, ripping the front to shreds.

"No," Karen whimpered. They were actually going to fuck her. 
She could see it in their  eyes. "Stop it! Stop it now and I won't tell 
anyone!"

"Look at those tits." Mark sighed, ignoring her, and he grabbed 
one in each hand.

Karen almost never wore a bra. Now she wished she did as Mark 
abused her lush tits,  squeezing them until her flesh bulged out 
between his fingers. Wayne was grinding against her  from 
behind, and she could feel the hard length of his cock rubbing her 
ass through the thin  protection of her pants. She was surrounded 
by male flesh. She wished she were dead.

Mark dropped one hand from her tits and began to lick and bite at 
one nipple while he  pinched the other. Karen forced herself to 
remain silent, not wanting to give the two monsters  the benefit of 
hearing her cry. 

She almost whimpered, though, when she realized that Mark's  
hand had left her tit to travel down to the waistband of her pants.

"We're going to fuck you good, pretty lady," Wayne hissed into 
her ear. "We're going to  fuck every hole you've got! And you're 
going to love it!"

"No!" Karen moaned, though whether she was answering Wayne 
or reacting to Mark un- fastening her pants she wasn't sure. "I'll 
let you keep your part of the company, Mark. I won't  fire you, 
Wayne. Please stop, though! Please just stop!"

"Too late for that," Mark replied, stripping her pants down her legs 
until they lay puddled  around her ankles. "You fucked up when 
you pulled your stunt this morning. If it makes you  feel any better 
though, I'd decided to train your hot little ass as soon as I heard 
your husband  died!"

Karen had to fight back her tears. Now she was standing almost 
nude between the two men,  her sexy tits revealed through the 
tatters of her sweater and only a pair of transparent pink  panties 
hiding her creamy ass and pink cunt from their eyes. Wayne 
began to nibble and lick  his way over one ear and the side of her 
neck, and Mark bit down so hard on her nipple that  she thought 
he'd bitten it off. She realized now that there was nothing she 
could do to keep  these two men from using her body any they 
liked.

"Look at that cunt," Mark said, and his hand slipped back and 
forth over the spot where  Karen's thin panties protected her 
pussy-lips.

"You should be looking at this ass," Wayne replied, hunching 
against her silky, panty- covered ass while he slobbered and bit 
at Karen's cheek and jaw.

"Don't worry, I will." Mark whipped off his belt and Karen cringed 
back in fear until he  grabbed her wrists and used the belt to tie 
them together. "Let's get this bitch in an easier spot  to fuck!"

Mark jerked Karen along using the belt as a leash. When he'd 
walked her to her husband's  old desk, he circled around to the 
other side and 

then yanked on the belt as hard as he could. Karen tried to resist 
being flung against the  desk, but Wayne kicked her feet out from 
under her and she went flying forward. 

She moaned  in pain as her elbows and tits and hips banged 
against the hard wood. Wayne snickered and  Mark smiled as he 
tied the other end of his belt to the casement of the window, 
pulling  Karen's arms painfully while Wayne held her hips to keep 
her in place.

"We need to tie her legs or she'll slide over the desk," Wayne 
said with something like  disinterest. His cock was still in his 
pants but he was humping Karen's ass steadily. "I want her  legs 
spread out good!"

"Don't worry," Mark answered. "If I know Karen's late, lamented 
hubby-" he pulled open  the top desk drawer "-ah yes. Ties. Will it 
make you feel better to be staked out with your  husband's ties, 
Karen?"

"You bastard!" Karen hissed, tears in her eyes as Wayne tied first 
one ankle and then the  other to the front legs of the desk. He 
pulled her pants off to spread her legs but left her shoes  on. 
"You aren't half the man my husband was!"

"I think you're wrong, there, bitch!" Mark unzipped his pants while 
Wayne chuckled. "I  think you're very wrong there."

Karen screamed for the first time when she saw Mark pull his 
cock from his pants. Her mind refused to accept what her eyes 
were seeing. She'd seen porno movies when she was younger, 
with the big studs who acted in them.  Her' own husband had 
been no slouch and she'd thought his seven inches was just 
about right.

What Mark pulled out didn't even look like it belonged on a 
human being. It was over a  foot long and it was as thick as the 
fat end of a baseball bat. Its head was bigger than a baseball  
and colored bright red, and angrily throbbing blue veins coursed 
up and down its length.
And it was growing quickly, menacingly erect.

"No!" Karen screamed. "You're not putting that in me! You're not 
touching me with that!  No, no, no, no!"

"Oh shut up, Karen," Mark sighed. It was as though he'd 
expected her reaction and found  it tiresome to have to play it 
through. "I'll let you warm up with Wayne first. For now just  suck 
my cock."

"How long's it been since that sick old fuck of a husband 
managed to get it up?" Wayne  pulled the tiny band of her panties 
away from her cunt and stared at her pussy. "I bet you're  really 
dying for a hard fuck."

"Or two," Mark added, his monster cock pointing toward her face.

"Or ten," Wayne finished, unzipping his pants and pulling out a 
cock that topped ten inches itself.

Karen grunted at the unexpected intrusion of Wayne's cock as he 
plowed it into her dry,  tight cunt. No foreplay, no thought to 
getting her ready, she realized now that they were  going to be 
brutal and unmerciful in the way they used her body. 

Wayne's cock felt like  sandpaper as it rasped over her dry cunt-
walls, and he plunged into her fully on his very first  thrust. 
Karen's hips banged painfully against the desk and she just 
hoped that he'd cum quickly  and finish with her

Mark stepped closer to her and held his cock up above her face. 
His balls were huge too,  bigger than eggs, and as he stepped 
closer, Karen was overcome with the base smell of his  crotch. 
Mark could see the fear and disgust on her face and he smiled. 
He slapped his huge  cock across her cheek.

"Suck!" When she shook her head, he raisesd his cock up and hit 
her with it again.

Karen still shook her head, her cheek smarting from the sharp 
blows he was giving her  with his cock. She grunted with each 
plunge of Wayne's cock into her unwilling cunt, the air  driven 
from her lungs by the brutal force of his thrusting. Her cunt 
already felt like raw ham- burger from the reaming Wayne was 
giving her. She almost wished that her cunt would start  to juice 
up, if oniy to save her from serious injury.

Mark bashed her with his cock again, this time across the bridge 
of her nose. Karen felt  sick at being beaten with a man's cock, 
but she wasn't going to give in. She couldn't keep them  from 
fucking her cunt if they wanted, but at least she could keep her 
mouth shut to them.  Mark's next blow hit her squarely across her 
lips, almost knocking her mouth open. She  wondered if it was 
possible to be beaten to death with a prick.

"Suck!" Mark's voice was calm, commanding. His tone told Karen 
that he knew that sooner  or later she was going to obey him. It 
made her want to resist even more.

His cock was leaking pre-cum now, and Mark stopped her prick-
whipping to rub the slimy  juices over her face. He painted her 
cheeks with his fuck-lube, then rubbed his cock all over  her nose 
so that all Karen could smell was the scent of male excitement. 
He even rubbed the  fat head of his cock into her eyes so that 
Karen couldn't open them without being stung by the  salty liquid. 
And he leaked so much, more than her husband ever had, more 
than any of the  few men she'd ever allowed to touch her body.

"I don't know if her husband ever fucked her," Wayne growled, 
driving into her with all  the strength his powerful body could 
muster. "She's tight as a little girl, and a dead-fish fuck  to boot. I 
guess you'll take care of the tight part, anyway."
"Move your ass for Wayne!" Mark ordered, painting Karen's lips 
with his greasy pre-cum.  "And open your mouth, Karen, before I 
get impatient."

"Fuck, I can get her to move her ass," Wayne said with a laugh. 
Karen felt sick wfth  horror at the thought of what Wayne had in 
mind. "You ready, you dead cunt? A little pain  might do you 
good!"

Wayne dropped his hands from around Karen's hips and began 
to pinch the tanned,  flawless skin of her ass. She groaned in 
pain as his fingernails tore into her satiny skin, buck- ing wildly to 
avoid the ripping pain. He caught tiny pieces of her flesh between 
his fingernails  and then sliced into it, burning agony through her 
lithe body. She squirmed helplessly from  the sudden, intense 
agony.

"Oh yeah!" Wayne shouted, fucklng her harder now, riding her 
like a rodeo horse. "I'm  warming her cunt up now. She's fucking 
almost like she knows what she's doing."

Karen twisted desperately, trying to escape Wayne's punishing 
fingers or give him enough  pleasure that he would st9p pinching. 
She opened her mouth wide for- Mark, sick at giving in  to them 
but knowing that she was helpless. If the pinching was the first 
thing they thought of  to bend her to their will, she didn't  want to 
think about what they'd do if she drove them further.

Wayne stopped pinching her when he saw her open her mouth 
for Mark, but he pulled his  belt off and doubled it in his hands. As 
Mark began to push the monstrous head of his prick  against the 
tightly stretched ring of Karen's mouth, Wayne began to beat her 
with the belt.

Karen screamed again, her mouth going wider, and Mark 
managed to drive the tip of the  head of his cock into her mouth. 
She writhed and twisted wildly on the desk, unable to  understand 
why they were still punishing her now that she was going along 
with them, unable  even to plead with them now that Mark had 
wedged her mouth wide open with the tip of his  cock.

Mark bludgeqned forward, grinning at the way Karen's lips were 
stretched like a rubber  band around the huge girth of his cock. 
His cock was really too big around to go into the  helpless 
widow's mouth, but he forced it in anyway, thinking about the way 
Karen had teased  her husband's employees, about the way 
she'd treated him like an errand boy. Now she was  choking on 
his cock and taking a beating and a fucking at once. And he was 
just starting the  process of paying the bitch back.

Wayne beat Karen with a brutal abandon. He laid the doubled 
leather strap of his belt first 

against her ass and then across the tanned, muscled curve of her 
back. She bucked and  jiggled under his attack, screwing herself 
against his fucking cock in a frenzy. And she was  getting juicy, 
too. Wayne beat her harder, hisown excitement growing as her 
cunt worked  frantically on his big prick.

Mark forced more of his cock into Karen's mouth, and the world 
started to go fuzzy for  her. He had only two inches of his cock 
lodged in her mouth, not even all of the ghastly head,  and 
already she felt as though her jaws had been sprung. 

Her back and ass were burning with  the beating that Wayne was 
giving her and her cunt felt as though it had been fucked with a  
club instead of a cock. 

She cold feel her cunt clasping on Wayne's cock and slicking, but 
that  was more out of self defense than excitement. Her whole 
body was acting in defense against  the brutal sexual attack the 
two men were dealing her.
Mark's clear, sticky pre-cum was leaking steadily into her mouth 
now, and her mouth was  filling with saliva as well. The saliva and 
fucklube were coursing back out of her mouth,  staining Mark's 
cock and Karen's pretty face. She couldn't open her mouth any 
farther, but  Mark's cock was lodging it farther open as he drove 
relentlessly forward. When the fist-sized  head of his cock hit the 
back of Karen's mouth, she opened her eyes and almost fainted 
when  she saw that a foot of wrist thick cock still extended out of 
her mouth.

"Ready to deep-throat me, Karen?" Mark asked mockingly. "Wait 
until I put this up your  ass!"

Karen's mind was whirling away from her now. There was too 
much going on. She  couldn't breathe at all as Mark's cock 
clogged her throat. Wayne was slowly beating her unconscious, 
and for some reason her cunt was burning hotiy as Wayne drove 
his prick into her.  

She realized dimiy that it had been months since her husband 
had fucked her, and though she'd  never liked men much, she 
and her husband had enjoyed themselves sexually before his  
illness. She couldn't be getting hot, though, not while being 
fucked like this!

"Fuck me, bitch!" Wayne shouted, watching Karen's tanned, taut 
ass shimmy as he drove  his cock into her and laid the belt 
across her shoulders. "Suck up my cum you high-class twat!"

Karen moaned incoherently deep in her throat. Her cunt was 
clamping on Wayne's cock  like a clenching fist. Her juices were 
leaking out of her pussy and wetting the golden hair of  her cunt 
and the powerful stock of Wayne's prick. Her whole body was on 
fire, from the  fucking, from the beating, from the cock that was  
smothering her. The muscles in her arms and legs stood out like 
steel cords as she strained  against the bonds that held them.
Mark drove his cock in harder, plugging her throat, flattening her 
tonsils as he shoved inch  after inch of his gigantic prick past the 
stretched ring of her lips. Saliva and pre-cum bubbled  past the 
tight ring, leaving smears on her cheeks and chin. There was a 
constant drip of fuck- juice down her throat now, too. This was the 
first cock other than her husband's that Karen  had ever sucked, 
and now she was drinking his precum. She knew that soon she'd 
get more to  drink than that.

She tried to apply suction to Mark's cock as he drove it into her. 
tried to do anything that  would get him to stop driving his cock 
down her throat and let her breathe. There wasn't  much she 
could do, though, with her jaws levered unnaturally far apart and 
her tongue  smashed flat to the bottom of her mouth. She could 
use her cunt on Wayne's cock, though, and  she fucked back 
against him with animal lust now, her mind confused about 
whether she was  just trying to end his brutal fucking and beating 
of her or if she were truly excited.

Suddenly Mark pulled back, his cock sliding slowly out of Karen's 
throat and back through  her mouth, its leaving almost as painful 
as its entrance. Finally even the fat, red head popped  free and 
Mark laid his cock on Karen's cheek. It was slick with her saliva 
and leaked a  steady stream of pre-cum on her face, but Karen 
was grateful that Mark had taken it out of  her mouth. 

She tried to close her mouth again and couldn't quite seem to do 
it, and her throat  felt raw. She prayed that Mark wouldn't stick it 
down her throat again.

"Karen, suck and lick my cock! Kiss it and suck it and lick it until I 
shoot and I won't make  you swallow it all again!" Mark grinned, 
seeing that the slickness of her saliva only reached  about 
halfway back his giant shaft. "And you only swallowed half of it 
that time."

Tied on her stomach and with her hands bound far above her 
head, it was almost impossible for Karen to do what Mark asked, 
but she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and  twisted her neck 
until it burned with pain to lick and kiss his cock. His cock shifted 
lazily  across her face and Mark made no move to help her as 
she tried to balance it on her cheek  while she kissed and licked 
it. Wayne laughed at her desperate eagerness to please Mark 
and  slapped her creamy sides with his belt. He fucked her even 
harder, the jolts of his body  driving her against the desk, making 
her task even harder.

Karen smooched and gnawed the underside of Mark's massive 
cock, running her tongue  along first one pulsing vein and then 
another as she moved her head up and down the footand-a-half-
long cock. She dribbled saliva on it  and then licked it off and 
flapped her tongue along every inch of its ghastly length. 

Taking a  chance, she caught the very tip of the head between 
her lips and held it there while she teased  her tongue over the 
head. She even stuck her tongue in his piss-hole, and he 
rewarded her  with a burst of fuck-juice that overflowed her mouth 
and dripped in lines down her face.

Every inch of Karen's back was burning red with the beating that 
Wayne had given her.  She arched her back against his blows 
and drove her clutching cunt back against his cock.  Wayne 
fucked into her pussy while he raised the belt above his head and 
pulled back for  another thrust while he brought the belt crashing 
down.

"Here, Karen, I guess I'll just have to help you." Mark sounded 
disgusted and Karen felt a  flush of shame at his disapproval that 
made her wonder if she were losing her mind. He  reached up 
and loosened the belt long enough to pull one of her hands free, 
then tightened it  on the other. "Now you'd better finish me off or 
I'm going to introduce your throat to  the other half of my cock."
Karen grabbed hold of his monster prick immediately. Her hand 
didn't even reach halfway  around it, but she jacked his cock 
determinedly and held it close to her mouth so that she could kiss 
and lick its head. She worked on it as though she were in a 
frenzy, her hand a  blur as she jacked it up and down the 
monster, her tongue lashing and her lips smooching as  though 
there was nothing in the world she cared for as much as the 
gargantuan cock that  hovered above her.

"Oh Karen, yes!" Markhissed, and his hips began to buck for the 
first time. His pre-cum  dripped in lewd strands from Karen's lush 
lips and his cock jerked so powerfully that it  almost escped her 
manic grip. "I think I'm going to have fun training you. I think 
you're  going to be a perfect little slave."

Karen refused to believe what was happening. She was lashed 
over her dead husband's  desk, being fucked and beaten by his 
plant foreman while she jacked and sucked off the  freakish cock 
of his crazy partner. 

And she was cumming. Somehow, in some pervers, insane  way, 
this was making her cum. She writhed insanely against Wayne's 
brutalizing cock, her  cunt dripping juice, her body on fire.

"Tell us you love it!" Mark ordered.

"I love it," Karen muttered against the steady spritzing of Mark's 
pre-cum in her face.

"Tell us what you love!" Mark ordered, his hand digging beneath 
her to crush one of her  tits.

"I love you fucking me! I love your giant cock!" Karen's hips were 
doing a dance above the table now, her ankles were bleeding  
from the strain she was putting on the bonds that held them.

"Ask me for my cum!" Mark ordered. Wayne was tearing into 
Karen's quivering ass-cheeks with the belt now, forcing her into 
even more frenzied thrashings against him.

"Please give me your cum. I want to suck it, I want to drink it. 
Please!" Karen's arm ached  but she jerked harder yet, and her 
lips smooched desperately at the blood-red cock-head, her  
tongue licking circles around it.

"Ali right, Karen. Anything you ask!"

Mark began to cum. The first shot of his sperm hit Karen in her 
right eye and splattered  over her face. It sealed her right eye 
shut. 

The second shot flew straight into her mouth, too  much for her to 
swallow all of it. She choked and cum stained her tongue silver, 
bubbled past  her lips and traced a river over her cheeks. 

The third blast drew a line from her right ear to  the corner of her 
mouth, the fourth added a streak of silver to her hair. The fifth 
joined the  second in her mouth and Karen was swallowing cum, 
choking on cum and drooling cum all  over herself.

Wayne began to cum, too, his cock firing line after line of burning 
cum into Karen's  battered, clutching cunt. She squealed as she 
came, her cunt gushing with her own fluids as Wayne filled it with 
his. 

Her blonde cunt-mound was  stained silver and her tanned thighs 
were painted with cum. Their twined juices poured from  her 
spasming cunt onto the desk top and streamed down over its 
edge. 

And Wayne continued  to beat her, his blows now coming down 
in rhythm with the pulses of his jism in her sodden  cunt.
Mark fired burst after burst of gooey white stuff against Karen's 
face. Her hand never  faltered in its jerking up and down on his 
prick, though, and she kept her mouth open, her  tongue 
wagging, as he buried her face in slime. He stepped closer and 
she rubbed his still-leaking cock over the trails of jism he'd 
spurted on her, rubbing the cum into her face until  she wore a 
solid mask of silver.

Finally it ended. Karen's orgasm faded, her hand slipped from 
around Mark's still-hard  cock. He took some of her shining 
blonde hair in his hand and wiped his cock clean in it.  Wayne 
pulled out too and rubbed his cock against the reddened, silky 
flesh of Karen's ass- cheeks. Karen slumped weakly against the 
desk, horror filling her mind as her orgasm faded.

"Welcome to the company," Mark said, amused at the way her 
cum-stained face flushed  red. "I think we've found the perfect 
position for you."

Wayne laughed wildly and Karen thought she would die from 
shame. And then Wayne said the words that made her heart 
freeze in terror.

"Where do we fuck her next?"


CHAPTER TWO


Karen didn't resist when Wayne untied her from the desk and 
hoisted her up over his  shoulder like a sack of garbage. She 
wouldn't even look him in his leeringface. 

She moaned a  little when she saw Mark wheel her dead 
husband's rolling chair out from behind his desk.

For an instant she'd thought her nightmare was over, when they'd 
pulled their hideous  cocks from her body and her own orgasm 
had begun to fade into memeory. Wayne's words  had told her 
that the pain and degradation they had in store for her was just 
beginning. It  didn't matter, she'd had an orgasm while being 
raped atop the desk her husband had worked at  for years, by the 
two men, she now realized, who hated him most. How much 
lower could  they drive her?

Wayne lowered her into the chair, draping her legs over the arms. 
Then he and Mark tied  her quickly, so that her knees pointed 
toward the ceiling, her legs were spread painfully wide  and her 
cunt gaped wide open. It still sparkled with her juices and the cum 
Wayne had spilled  inside her. Her ass hung perhaps an inch 
above the seat of the chair, and every muscle in her  legs howled 
in immediate agony.

"Oh please, this hurts!" she whimpered. She had cramps in both 
her thighs and one calf  already. "This is killing me! Please stop 
it!"

"Beg some more," Wayne sneered, walking behind her with more 
ties. "It sounds good  coming out of your slutty, prick-tease 
mouth!"

Karen immediately clamped her mouth shut, in spite of the 
terrible pain she was feeling. It  had been stupid to think that 
begging these men would do anything more than drive them to  
greater cruelties. They wanted her to beg, wanted her to scream 
out in pain.

Wayne grabbed her arms and pulled them roughly behind her, 
drawing an involuntary cry  from her lips. He tied them to the 
bottom rung of the chair and then tied her elbows together,  
tightening the tie around them until her elbows touched. 

Karen clenched her teeth to keep  from crying out in her anguish. 
Now she was bowed back in the chair, her tits upthrust, her  long 
body made to seem longer, her neck straining to keep her head 
from tilting back. Her  body was alight with pain.

"All right." Mark opened the door of the office and nodded to 
Wayne. "She looks ready.  No, one more. Around her eyes."

"No!" Karen pleaded again as Wayne wrapped the tie around her 
head, blinding her She  knew that they were planning to take her 
out of the office, take her out into the halls where anyone could 
see her. "No. You don't want to be caught, do you? If you take 
me out there, you're sure to be caught!"

"Can I put one in her mouth, too?" Wayne joked as he wheeled 
her toward the door.

"No, I want Karen to tell us how she wants us to fuck her," Mark 
said as Wayne rolled her  out the door and into the hallway. "How 
she wants to suck our cum and swallow our cocks and  take our 
pricks up her cunt and ass. Tell us, Karen."

"Fuck you," Karen answered, tears flowing down her cum-stained 
face. "I'll make you  both pay for this!"

"Ah, good." Mark reached down and pinched one of her nipples 
between his finger-nails,  squeezing it until Karen's body shook 
with the pain. "I thought you were going to give in too  easily. Nice 
to see that you have a little spirit left in you."

Now Karen was glad for the blindfold. Mark had everything in his 
favor, and he was  treating her debasement, her enslavement, 
like it was a joke, just a little diversion. She  wondered if that was 
really all she represented to him, and it made her burn with 
shame.

Two men walked down from the other end of the hall. Karen could 
hear the footsteps,  their conversation, before they saw her. She 
flushed red from head to toe at the thought of their discovery, but 
at least this could be the end of  her torment. It would be terribly 
humiliating, but she would see Mark and Wayne both in prison for 
what they'd done.

"Help me!" she screamed. "Help me, please!"

"My goodness, Karen," Mark moaned. He took one pink cunt-lip 
between his fingers and  jerked on it so hard that Karen almost 
passed out. "How melodramatic."

"Help me!" she screeched again. "Help me! These men are 
kidnapping me!"

The footsteps grew nearer and Karen's spirits soared. Maybe the 
men would be so  outraged by what Mark and Wayne had done 
to her that they'd kill them on the spot. But she  began to sense 
something wrong. 

There was no urgency to the men's approach, no shouts in  
return to her own. And neither Mark nor Wayne seemed very 
concerned. Something was  wrong, and Karen's heart began to 
sink.

"Damn, boss," a new voice said. "I know you said things were 
going to be more interesting  around here from now on, but tied-
up sluts in the hall? Sexy ones at that."

"Oh shit!" the other voice said. "That's the old guy's bitch wife. 
The blonde cock-tease. Oh  shit. All right, Mr. Drey, you put that 
cunt in her place!"

There would be no help. Karen slumped as far as her bondage 
would permit, the cramps in  her tortured legs causing her to 
shudder uncontrollably and the pain from both her arms and  legs 
and back making her break into a cold sweat. It made her look 
sexier yet, her muscles  standing out in bold relief, her stomach 
pulled in and her tits thrust out frm her position, her  whole body 
sparkling with sweat. Both the new men had instant erections. 
Both men looked at  their boss hopefully.

"I want to keep Karen a secret for a while," Mark said. "Wayne 
and I were getting ready  to install her in her new office. It's about 
time for your breaks, isn't it? You could come along  if you like."

The words hit Karen like an especially sharp blow from Wayne's 
belt, but the two men  chortled with glee. As Wayne pushed her 
down the hall, they pawed at her like a couple of  horny 
teenagers, mauling her tits, poking her cunt, pinching her all over. 
Karen kept her  mouth firmly shut, refusing to cry out even when 
one of the men shoved his fmger up her ass.  No matter what 
had happened already, she refused to be humiliated in front of a 
couple of  low-level employees.

Karen could sense the change of light when Wayne wheeled her 
into the new room. She  heard a door close behind her and 
wondered  where she'd been taken. Mark had called it her new 
office. How long had they been  planning to do this to her?

"You never sucked me before," Wayne said. She felt the slap of 
his limp cock against her  cheek. "I'm feeling sort of deprived, 
cumsucker!"

Karen turned her head as much as she could, trying to avoid the 
loathsome touch of  Wayne's cock. They wouldn't get her to suck 
cock again, she thought. Especially not in front  of a pair of 
nobodies. 

Wayne curled his hands in her lush blonde hair and jerked her 
face  around to his and kissed her, driving his tongue into her 
mouth. Karen gasped for breath as he  probed his tongue inside 
her mouth, burning at the demeaning laughter of the two men.  
Wayne held her mouth open with his hands as he broke the kiss, 
and then he spat into her open mouth. Karen gagged but he 
slammed her mouth shut  until she swallowed.

"Dumb cunt!" he said, yanking the young widow's head back and 
forth by his grip in her  hair. "She'll suck my spit but not my prick. 
What are we going to do with her, boss?"

Karen heard the snap of what she iminediately knew was a whip, 
and her heart began to  race. They had a whip in here. She knew 
that it was Mark who held it even before it snapped  across her 
stomach just above the line of her golden  cunt-fur. 

And before she could scream from the first blow, Mark hit her 
three more times,  once across her wide-spread thighs, once 
across the cut of her ribcage and once against the  erect bud of 
one nipple.

Karen screamed. She was certain that Mark had torn her nipple 
off. She wanted to tell  Wayne that she'd suck his cock, that she'd 
suck all of their cocks, even Mark's if he wanted,  but before she 
could get the words out of her mouth, Mark had hit her again, this 
time letting  the whip bite her other nipple. She lurched so 
violently at the pain that she almost tipped the  chair over, but 
Wayne held her steady and slapped his cock across her face 
again.

"Ready to suck now?" he asked. He rubbed his fingers on the 
young widow's crimson nipples. She opened her mouth meekly 
and waited for Wayne to put his prick in. She knew they'd  won 
again.

Wayne drove his cock into her mouth and she tasted her cunt on 
his prick and felt sick  again. He thrust into her throat with one 
fast, violent stab that caused her to choke, then let his  cock sit 
there for a moment to soak in the heat of her mouth. The other 
men laughed but it  was Mark's reaction that Karen cared about 
most. She would do anything to keep him from  using that evil 
whip on her again.

Wayne pulled his cock back and pulled her blindfold off with the 
same motion, and Karen gasped for breath and took a look at her  
surroundings. She almost cried. Her office contained three beds, 
and chains and whips and  devices of metal and plastic and 
rubber that Karen couldn't begin to identify. There was a  closet 
filled with clothing made of leather and rubber and gauze. And the 
two men who were  her first visitors here were just office boys, 
pimple-faced kids of eighteen. She was almost  glad when 
Wayne wrenched her head back around and fed her his cock 
again, blocking her  view of her surroundings.

"Sit on the chair with her!" Mark instructed one of the boys. "And 
you, help out Wayne.  She has a mouth big enough for two 
cocks, believe me!"

Karen couldn't bite back the sob as the two boys approached her. 
She'd just taken two men  at once, now she was going to have to 
handle three. Wayne pulled his cock from her mouth  and draped 
his balls over her lips, and Karen sucked them into her mouth like 
a dutiful slave.  Her gaze flickered to Mark and the evil black whip 
he held and she laved the crinkly, smelly  ball-sac with her 
tongue.

The blows from the whip had left fiery red welts across Karen's 
svelte, tannned body. One  of the boys ran his fingers across her 
stomach, then stuck first one leg and then the other beneath the 
arm of the chair and sat down facing her. He unzipped his pants 
and pulled out  a fairly long, hard cock.
The other boy stood at the other side of her face and flopped his 
half-hard cock against her  cheek. It stiffened quickly on contact 
with her skin, and when Wayne pulled his balls out from  between 
her clasping lips, the boy drove his cock between them. At the 
same moment, the boy  sitting in front of her speared his cock 
into her cunt and Karen groaned in pain.

Karen's ass was driven painfully back toward the back of the 
chair, pain shooting through  her legs and arms as the force of 
the boy's fucking pulled on the ties which bound her. Her  cunt, 
still raw from the reaming that Wayne had given it, hurt too. She 
groaned and sucked  harder at the prick that was pistoning in her 
mouth. Wayne rubbed his cock all over her face,  seeming to 
delight as much in smearing his sticky cock-head over her nose 
and cheek and neck  as he did from ramming it down her throat. 
Three cocks, and the terrible pain from the way  she was tied in 
the chair. Karen was sure she wouldn't survive.

Each punch of the first boy's cock into her cunt lifted Karen up 
and back against the chair.  Pain pulsed in swift streams of fire 
down both her tortured legs each time the boy fucked in,  but 
Karen still kept her mouth and tongue working on the cocks that 
fucked her face. 

The boy pulled out and Wayne pushed in, driving his  cock into 
her throat until Karen's nose nestled in the wiry hair around the 
base of his prick.  The boy followed Wayne's example and rubbed 
his spit-soaked cock all over Karen's face.  Her already-soiled 
features got stickier and slimier as the boy smeared pre-cum and 
spit all over her face.

Mark stepped toward her and it took Karen a moment to realize 
that what he had in his  hand wasn't his cock. It was a short club 
made out of a dozen strips of leather tied together.  He slapped it 
against his palm and it made a wicked cutting sound. Karen's 
heart skipped a  beat and then he slapped it against her tits.
Karen screamed around Wayne's cock and jerked in the chair, 
unable to hold herself still  even though she knew her movement 
would cause her more pain. Her cunt clamped tight  around the 
cock of the boy fucking her as her whole body tensed with agony. 
He moaned his  pleasure and fucked her faster. Her tit felt as 
though someone had exploded a bomb inside it.

Mark hit her other tit, and then he hit the first, and the world spun 
away from Karen. Back  and forth he went, first slapping one tit 
with the demomc strap, then the other. The young  widow's world 
became a haze of pain. And all the time her tongue and lips 
worked on Wayne's face-fucking cock and her cunt flexed against 
the beat of the cock of the boy  fucking her pussy.

Sweat poured from her golden-brown body as she strained 
against her bonds and the cocks  and blows of the men who 
surrounded her. She switched from Wayne's cock to the boy's 
and  then back again, faster and faster, her throat a vacuum tube, 
her mouth a suction cup, her  tongue a flicker of liquid heat. Her 
cunt clamped like a vise against the cock of the boy who  fucked 
her. She was starting to get wet again.

No, she thought desperately through the haze of pain and lust 
that encompassed her. She  couldn't let them get to her again. 
She couldn't let herself cum like a cheap whore, cum on  
command like a trained animal. They'd already turned her into a 
willing victim once; she  couldn't let them do it again.

"You want it, Karen," Mark whispered, slapping first one tit, then 
the other. She writhed  madly but her nipples were thick and hard 
and filled with blood. "Beg us for it. Beg us to  fuck your cunt!"

Karen's shining blonde hair flew about her face as she switched 
from one cock to the  other. Her saliva trickled from both corners 
of her mouth as she slurped up Wayne's fat,  throbbing cock, 
then gobbled down the boy's smaller one. 
Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her pretty face reddened 
with the pain of her  exertions. She jammed her mouth all the way 
down their cocks, choking herself without  hesitation. Her spittle 
speckled the hair at the bases of both men's cocks. The lower 
half of her  face was sodden with her spit and their fuck-juice.

She fucked back against the cock in her cunt, ignoring the 
screaming pain in her muscles,  trusting her balance to the men 
who surrounded her. Her cunt was a hot flesh vise around the  
boy's prick and her juices covered the seat beneath them. She 
flung herself at him repeatedly,  and he slammed upward to meet 
her every time.

"Beg us to let you suck our cocks," Mark hissed. He slapped her 
tits harder now, drawing  his arm back farther and bringing it 
forward with more power. His huge cock was as stiff as a  bar of 
iron. "Beg me to beat your tits! Beg me to whip your tits!"

Karen wished Mark would stop bothering her. Of course she 
wanted to drink their cum, of  course she wanted them to fuck her 
and beat her tits. 

She sobbed as the realization of what she  was thinking hit her, 
but she kept fucking the boy savagely and she kept sucking both 
the  cocks above her face like a woman possessed. She even 
kept urging her battered tits up against  the beating Mark was 
giving them.

"Beg! Beg! Beg!" Mark threw down his strap and sank his teeth 
into one of Karen's tits  until he drew blood. He looked up at her 
and snarled. "Beg!"

"Fuck me!" Karen squealed, letting both cocks slide from her 
mouth and wagging her  tongue desperately in the air. Her hips 
beat a tattoo against the boy fucking her cunt. "Fuck me into the 
dirt! Fuck me you bastards!"
Her tits felt like molten lava had been poured over them. They 
were fatter than they'd ever  been, swollen with blood. Her nipples 
were spikes of hardened lust. Her flat stomach roiled  with 
excitement and her straining thighs and ass quivered. Her cunt 
was a swamp, fluttering  on the edge of an explosive climax.

"Pull out!" Mark screamed at the boy fucking her, and when the 
boy looked up at Mark in  confusion, Mark screamed again: "Pull 
out or you're fired!"

Karen screamed in rage and disappointment as the boy pulled his 
cock from her cunt. Her  hips flipped wildly about against the 
restraining ties, her fuck-juices squirting and drooling  from her 
cunt to soak the boy and the seat of the chair. The boy rose from 
his crouch to drive  his cock between Karen's burning, silky tits, 
and he smashed them together over his prick as  he began to 
shoot.

The boy shot ropes of thick white jism over Karen's slender white 
throat. More splattered against her chin. Pasty jism ran down her  
sides, into her armpits and over her shoulders. The boy fucked a 
groove between Karen's  brutalized tits as he showered her upper 
body with his slime.

Wayne and the other boy began to cum too, both of them aiming 
their cocks down at  Karen's face. They showered her face in 
jism, bathed it in their sticky goo. For the second  time in minutes 
Karen's face was covered in slippery white slop. Their cum made 
a web  between her open lips, and ran up her quivering nostrils.

And Karen whimpered and gyrated in frustration because Mark 
had made the boy leave  her an instant away from orgasm. Her 
cunt-lips fluttered on air. Her ass-cheeks flexed as she  fucked 
nothing. Her tortured thighs lifted her impossibly high, though 
there was nothing to  meet her thrusts.

"Sit back!" Mark ordered, slapping her across her quivering, flat 
stomach with the palm of  his hand. The boy carefully stepped off 
the chair so as not to tip it over. His cock hung limp  now, but he 
rubbed it clean on Karen's arm as he stepped away from her.

Wayne and the other boy had stepped away from Karen too, 
leaving her to squirm and sob  untouched by the men. Her face 
was a mask of silvery cum now, almost unrecognizable  beneath  
the three coats of jism that had been deposited there. She licked 
her lips, as though in hope  that collecting some of the cum on 
her face might give her the orgasm she needed so much.

"What a sleazy whore," one of the boys muttered in wonder.

"She's a hot-assed cunt, '' the other agreed.

"Look at that face," Wayne added. "What a scum-bucket."

Then he suddenly aimed his cock at Karen's face and began to 
piss.

Karen gasped, unable to believe what Mark was doing to her. 
First they'd driven her  almost insane with lust and Mark had kept 
her from cumming. Now he was pissing in her  face. She closed 
her eyes and mouth as tightly shut as she could, her lust cooling 
fast under the  spray of Mark's stinging, stinking piss. Piss. How 
much lower could they drive her? Now she  was just a toilet.

"Open up, cock-sucker!" Wayne shouted, driving his fist into her 
stomach. "It's like a  water fountain. Take a drink!"

Karen's mouth gaped open as the breath rushed from her and 
Mark aimed his stream of  piss right for her parted lips. Karen 
choked and coughed as she tried not to swallow the bitter  yellow 
liquid, but soon it was flowing down her throat. Someone was 
pinching her nipples and  a quick fire of lust lit in her cunt.
"Come on kids," Wayne said. "Give it a try!',

Karen's heart froze as the three men gathered around her and 
began to piss on her. Every  time she tried to shut her mouth 
somone would hit her in the stomach and twist her tits until  she 
opened back up. They bathed her face in their piss, each of them 
trying to blast his piss  down her throat. She was certain they 
were going to drown her. All she could taste or smell  was their 
stinking piss, and she couldn't open her eyes because of the 
burning streams.

Mark's spray faltered first and Wayne moved closer to take his 
place as Mark shook his  last drops of piss off on Karen's 
stomach. Wayne's piss was almost orange and burned worse  
than the others, seeming to sizzle on Karen's tongue and down 
her throat.

"Drinking last night," one of the boys joked and they both laughed 
as they waved their  cocks back and forth, soaking Karen's whole 
body in their waste.

"You guys," Wayne said with a grin and jammed his cock 
between Karen's lips so he could  piss straight down her throat.

Karen thought she must have descended into hell. Four men 
were pissing all over her while  her body burned in brutal 
bondage. 

They had covered her in their cum and then washed their  jism 
away with their piss. Now they made fun of her while she drank 
their filthy wastes.

And she was getting hot. With four men pissing on her, her cunt 
was burning.


CHAPTER THREE


"Kill me!" Karen whimpered as Wayne loosened the tie that 
circled her elbows. "Just kill  me and get it over with."

"Kill you?" Wayne sounded truly surprised. "But Karen, we're 
having so much fun."

Mark walked the two boys to the door and spoke to them for a 
minute before they left.  Wayne untied Karen's arms and she 
buckled over, her piss-soaked blonde hair curtaining her  face. 
She watched fat drops of piss fall from her hair.

"The whole section?" one of the boys asked loudly, and Karen 
tilted her head a little to  look toward him.

"At afternoon break," Mark answered, his voice so low that Karen 
hardly heard him.

Karen didn't care. What could the running of a major company 
have to do with a slut  whose body was beaded with droplets of 
four men's piss, whose tits had been beaten until they  were fiery 
red, whose nipples stood out like hard pencil erasers and whose 
cunt leaked a  steady stream of sex-juice even when none of the 
men were touching her?

"Okay now," Wayne said, stepping away from her and grinning. 
"You do the rest. Untie  yourself, you lazy slut!"

Mark walked back across the room, stripping his clothes off as he 
crossed past Karen. He  sat on the edge of a fancy four-poster 
bed and stroked his monster cock. It jutted like a spear  from his 
muscular belly.

"Come on, piss-sucker!" Wayne growled, stripping his clothes off.
His body rippled  with muscles. His cock was only half hard, but it 
grew more erect as he watched her. "Untie  your fucking legs. Or 
do you like sitting like that? We could arrange to leave you there 
for a  long time!"

"No!" Karen cried, lifting her head to peer at the two men. Her 
arms were numb fm the  way they'd been tied, but she brought 
them around and tried to unfasten the tie that locked her  left 
knee to the arm of the chair. "No, please. I'll untie myself. I'll get 
down!"

Karen worked frantically at the tie, her fingers feeling cold and 
useless as she pulled at the  knot-ted fabric. Wayne tapped his 
foot impatiently for a moment, then walked to the far wall  of the 
room and took a long metal rod down off a set of hooks. He hit a 
button on it and it  began go buzz. Karen's eyes grew large with 
terror and she tore the tie loose from her knee.

"Bravo!" Mark said snidely as Karen's knee slipped precariously 
low over the arm of the  chair and the chair began to tilt. "Give her 
some encouragement, Wayne."

Karen worked frantically at the knot holding her ankle, twisting her 
body painfully to  reach it, trying to ignore the pain that flared from 
her ankle and thigh now that the front rope  was no longer there 
to support her weight. She balanced uneasily on her other leg as 
she  pulled the second tie free.

With both ties on her left leg loose, Karen's weight shifted 
suddeniy to her right side and  the chair started to tip. She waved 
her arms and tried to throw herself to her left, but at that  moment 
Wayne poked the lip of her navel with the metal rod he held. Pain 
exploded through  Karen's body and the chair toppled over.

"Good shot!" Mark laughed.

"Lazy fucking sleaze." Wayne muttered.

Karen's body shook uncontrollably on the floor. Electricity short-
circuited her muscular  control and she flopped like a dying fish. 
She barely felt the pain of her hard landing on the  floor. It was 
nothing compared to the fire that was rushing down her veins. 
Wayne stepped  forward to touch her again.

"Get to work, cum-sucker!" He touched the metal rod to the 
quivering fullness of Karen's  lips.

It felt as though her head had been blasted off her body. Karen's 
arms shook, her fingers  clutching at air. Saliva ran freely from 
her mouth. Her eyes bugged, then fluttered shut. 

She twisted like a dying snake against the hard wood floor.

She thought that they must be killing her now, that this was how 
they'd decided to end it.  Certainly that was what the cruel 
electrical prod was doing. She tried to speak, to beg them  for her 
life, but only gibberish came out. She could no longer control her 
lips or tongue.

"Untie yourself, Karen," Mark said. "Wayne loves to use the 
shock stick, and he's very  good with it. It could be twenty or thirty 
minutes before he even knocks you out."

Karen wanted to plead them for death now. She couldn't conceive 
of suffering this kind of  pain for that long. She put her hands on 
the rope that held her right knee, but her arms were  so much 
dead weight. With two doses of electricity still coursing through 
her and the time  she'd spent being bound to the chair, she had 
no strength left.

"Bitch!" Wayne stuck the stick against the golden-furred mound 
of Karen's cunt. "Lazy bitch. When you get an order follow it!"
Wayne leaned on the stick, forcing the head inside the mouth of 
Karen's cunt. Her body  vibrated with the shock, her eyes glazing 
over and saliva pouring from her mouth.  Desperately her 
fingernails tore at the tie on her knee, ripping the cloth away from 
her skin.  

Her cunt juices poured from her to coat the stick, pulsing from 
inside her in waves. Her ass-cheeks  flexed over nd over, her 
asshole dilating with the shockwaves.

Wayne drove the stick in deeper, watching the muscles of her 
stomach flexing out of  control and her nipples fill with blood. Her 
tongue lolled from her mouth and her head  thrashed, but her 
hands were ripping at the tie that held her right thigh. Driven to 
the brink of  unconsciousness, she had almost freed herself.

Wayne leaned harder on the stick, driving half a foot of it into her 
cunt. Her pussy-lips  fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and the 
wrenching of her cunt almost tore the stick from Wayne's hand. 
Her freed left leg was kicking wildly in the air, the silky flesh of her 
thigh  tensed over knotted muscles. 

Karen slammed her head against the floor and her eyes rolled  
back in her head and Wayne pushed harder yet, fucking her with 
the stick.

Karen freed her leg from the chair.

Wayne pulled the stick from her cunt, a sour look on his face. 
Karen continued to shimmy  on the floor, though, her body 
twitching wildly on the bare wood. Her hand snaked down to  her 
leaking cunt and she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, 
moaning low in her throat.  Wayne and Mark exchanged a 
shocked glance. Karen added a third finger to the first two and 
drove them fully up inside her.

Karen was still shaking with the electricity. Her cunt-lips were 
vibrating with excitement.  Was the stick still inside her? No, it 
was her fingers. She drove them in deeper, her hand  shaking 
with shock and excitement. She scratched her buzzing clit with 
her fingernails and  came again. All that mattered was cumming. 
All that mattered.

"Fuck, Mark, she's a crazy bitch," Wayne said, a little awed at the 
display Karen was putting on.

Her legs still hung limp, their muscles knotted with cramps, but 
both of her hands clawed  at her cunt. Her pussy-lips were dark 
red now, filled with blood. She pulled at them with one  hand 
while she speared fingers from the other deep inside her cunt. 
And she moaned, long  low wails that sounded more animal than 
woman. Pussy-cream belched from her cunt.

"Come on, Karen, it's time for us to fuck," Mark said mildly. Karen 
ignored him, continuing to tear at her cunt with her fingers. 
"Wayne, you're going to have to pull her hands off  that slimy cunt 
if she's ever going to listen."

Wayne nodded and grabbed a leather case off the wall. Pulling 
Karen's hands away from  her pussy and holding them trapped in 
one hand, he slipped the case down over her arms.  When he 
zipped it shut, Karen's two arms had become  one, trapped 
together in front of her by the elbow-length leather glove. It was 
as though a  long leather sock had been forced over her hands. 
She hit her cunt with it, but all she could do  was rub the leather 
over her inflamed pussy-lips.

"Karen!" Mark said. "Look over here. Look what I have for you."

Karen twisted groggily, trying to focus her eyes on Mark. She saw 
his cock and a groan  eseaped her lips. Her cunt was itching, 
burning, alive with hunger. 
His cock was almost as big  as her arm. Her mouth began to 
water for his prick, and saliva trickled over her full lips.

"Come and get it, Karen." Mark said. "If you walk over here, I'll let 
you have it."

"Yes," Karen gurgled. A tiny reasonable part of her mind was 
horrified, but the pain and  lust in her cunt overwhelmed it. "Yes."

Karen rocked herself slowly to her feet, unable to find her balance 
with her arms bound  together in front of her. Finally she stood 
up, weaving, her pussy-cream running down her  tanned thighs 
and her tits heaving with lust. When she tried to take a step, she 
fell though, the  knotted muscles in her legs refusing to carry her. 
She fell on her face and began to cry, the  burning in her cunt out 
of control, her clit buzzing as though all the electricity Wayne had  
shot into her had gathered there.

"Lazy bitch!" Wayne shouted and kicked her in the silken curve of 
her ass. "Move it,  scumcunt! Drag your sleazy ass over there!"

Karen tried to stand up again and fell down. Her legs just wouldn't 
respond. She was so  tired, more tired than she could ever 
remember being, but her cunt was itching so badly it  was driving 
her mad and she had to have something to scratch it. 

She began to squirm toward  Mark, unable to use her arms 
because of the way Wayne had bound them, unable to use her  
legs because of the pain that still flared through them. She 
slithered like a snake, using her  shoulders and stomach and hips 
to undulate her way to Mark and his massive cock.

The reasonable part of her brain, the tiny bit of Karen that hadn't 
been overwhelmed by  the lust that Wayne had forced on her with 
the stick tried to stop her from this humiliation.

But that part of her brain didn't control her body. She whined and 
slobbered and her cunt  convulsed on air and squeezed a trail of 
sizzling juice out behind her as she inched across the  floor. 
Wayne touched her with the stick again, this time pressing it 
between the cheeks of her  ass, and Karen squealed as her body 
bounced against the floor and a tiny orgasm peaked inside  her. 
Her ass-cheeks went numb but she kept crawling. Mark was oniy 
a foot in front of her  and she raised up on her knees to make  
her final lunge for his cock.

Mark raised his leg and put his foot against her shoulder, pushing 
her back. He looked her  over and smiled. Her hair was a tangle 
of gold stained with piss and cum now, more like the  mane of a 
wild animal. There were still traces of dried cum on her face and 
tits, and a long  smear of what looked like dried snot on her arm. 
Cunt-cream dribbled from her pussy and  her cunt-lips hung fat 
and red. Her tits were swollen and her nipples fat and hard. Her 
eyes  were glazed with lust and her lips were even fuller than 
they'd been. She was slobbering for  cock she wanted it so bad, 
saliva trickling from both sides of her mouth.

"Why are you here?" he asked, feigning surprise.

She looked helplessly at his huge cock, held back from it by his 
foot. Tears welled up in  her eyes and she clamped her mouth 
shut.

"Boss asked you a question!" Wayne said, dropping to one knee 
beside her and pulling a  couple of hairs from her cunt. "It's 
impolite not to answer."

Karen sobbed uncontrollably, her cunt squirming with the pain of 
Wayne pulling her hairs  out. She wanted Mark's cock, needed 
Mark's cock. But she couldn't beg them for it. That  would be too 
much. They'd already degraded her in every way possible. 

They'd  fucked her and made her suck them and pissed in her 
face and mouth. They'd beaten her  into servility, hit her with belts 
and whips and straps and cattle prods. But this would be the  final 
debasement. To beg for that freak cock to destroy her body was 
too much. She wouldn't  do it.

"I want your cock," she whispered, tears tracking down her soiled 
face.

"Where?" Mark asked, jerking it off slowly. He winked at Wayne.

"In my cunt," Karen whimpered. She could see the contempt in 
their faces. "Would you  please put your cock in my cunt."

"I want to piss on you," Mark said, aiming his cock at her.

Karen sobbed. Her cunt was doing flip-flops. She rubbed her silky 
thighs together,  greasing them with the juices of her cunt. She 
wanted to lower her head so that she wouldn't  have to see the 
looks of amused disgust on Mark and Wayne's faces, but she 
couldn't tear her  gaze away from the magnificent cock Mark was 
pointing at her. The need of her cunt was too  much. She could 
deny them nothing.

"Piss on me please!" she begged.

"Suck my ass," Mark said, taking his foot off her shoulder and 
rolling up on the bed.  "Stick your face between my ass-cheeks 
and stick your tongue up my asshole."

Karen shook with sorrow and lust. She crawled forward and 
stared at Mark's assack. It  was dark and lined with black hair. 
She wondered if she could try for his cock, but he was  holding it 
away from her. He wasn't even spreading his cheeks apart, and 
with her hands  bound she couldn't either.

"Now Karen!" Mark said.

Karen let herself fall forward, burying her face in the crack of 
Mark's ass. She braced  herself with her bound hands and 
nuzzled her way into the dank crack of Mark's ass. She was  
almost overpowered by the shitty smell, but she pushed on, 
driven by the desperate lust that  burned inside her. The hair that 
lined his ass scratched her cheeks and something moist and  
humid smeared her nose. Only the unholy excitement that 
controlled her kept Karen from  throwing up, kept her digging 
toward the dark, tight bud of Mark's asshole.

"You know, boss, her asshole doesn't look too bad itself." Wayne 
dropped to his knees  behind her, staring at the creamy, taut 
cheeks of her ass. "I don't want to kiss her ass, but I  wouldn't 
mind fucking it."

"Wouldn't mind?" Mark laughed as he held his cock out of the 
reach of Karen's mouth.  "Well, I wouldn't want to put you out, but 
if it won't be too much of a bother I guess you  could ream her out 
for me."

Karen quaked with terror, wanting to pull her head out of Mark's 
ass and beg them not to  fuck her ass. But she'd worked her way 
to his asshole, and her mouth clamped around it  instead, and 
her tongue licked around its mouth. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad 
to have a cock  up her ass. It might even help scratch the terrible 
itch in her cunt. Besides, she wasn' going to  give up Mark's 
asshole now that she had her mouth glued to it.

Wayne spread Karen's tight, ass-cheeks and whistled to himself. 
Her asshole was a pretty  pink bud that was drawn up tighter than 
any asshole he'd ever seen. He jammed his little  finger in and 
listened to her whine. Her asshole contracted against his finger 
so powerfully  that he began to wonder if he shouldn't just shove 
it up her cunt.
Karen groaned against the ring of Mark's ass. It wasn't that bad 
being fucked up the ass,  she thought. A little uncomfortable, but 
it didn't hurt nearly as bad as she'd thought it would.  She drilled 
her tongue deep inside Mark's asshole and clamped her lips 
tightly around it. She  had to drive Mark to fuck her. If she didn't, 
she was going to lose her mind. She didn't even  mind the taste 
of his ass in her mouth. Everything was turning her on now.

"Boy, she's tight," Wayne said, scooping a handful of her juice off 
the floor and rubbing it all over his cock. "She can barely take my 
little finger.

Wayne grinned as he placed the head of his cock against the 
tight pink bud of Karen's  asshole and locked his big hands 
around her hips. His hands completely encircled her narrow  
waist.

Karen's face was buried too deep in Mark's ass for her to pull 
free, but she screamed into  his humid asshole when she heard 
Wayne's words. She'd thought his little finger was his cock.  Now 
she realized that she was in for another dose of terrible pain. 
Even the crazed lust that  had overcome her faded a little at the 
thought of her asshole being torn by Wayne's ten-inch  cock.

"Smile, ass-sucker" Wayne grunted and yanked back on her 
waist as he drove forward.

Karen screamed, but only a muffled groan escaped the tight, 
dank confines of Mark's ass- crack. Karen squirmed, but she was 
trapped between Mark's ass and Wayne's cock, her waist  held 
tight by Wayne's strong hands and her face trapped between the 
muscular flexings of  Mark's ass-cheeks. She contracted her 
asshole as tightly as she could, but that only made the  pain that 
much worse as the mushroom head of Wayne's cock popped 
inside her

"She loves it," Wayne said between clenched teeth, heaving his 
hips forward while he  pulled her back. The head of his cock had 
already bulled its way into Karen's throbbing asshole,  now 
another two inches slid slowly inside. "This hot cunt'll take 
anything as long as it hurts a  little."

Karen writhed desperately as Wayne pressured his cock up her 
ass, but it wasn't from  pleasure. She wanted to pull her face free 
from Mark's ass, tell Wayne that it didn't hurt a  little, that it hurt a 
whole lot and that she didn't like it. She wanted to tell him that it 
was  killing her, sending lightning bolts of pain all the way up her 
back, making her shoulders  hurt, making her stomach feel as 
though something was tearing it apart. She wanted to tell  him 
that she thought he was ripping her asshole as he plowed inside 
her. She wanted to tell  him anything to get him to pull his terrible 
cock out of her ass.

She felt the scratch of his groin on the trembling cheeks of her 
ass a moment before his  pelvic bone struck her. She jolted 
against Mark, wedging her face more tightly inside his ass.  He 
clenched his ass-cheeks powerfully, trapping half of Karen's 
pretty face inside the humid  crevice. Karen could hardly breathe 
with her nose pressed flat inside Mark's asshole. All she  could 
smell was the scent of his shit and her face was damp with the 
dank sweat of his ass- crack. Behind her, Wayne pulled back for 
another thrust.

Karen had never felt anything so wonderful as the terrible 
intrusion of Wayne's cock being  removed from her asshole. She 
sighed in relief, squirming and contracting her ass to aid his  exit. 
She knew that he was about to drive back inside her, but at the 
moment it was enough  that he had pulled out for an instant.

"Fuck her ass hard, Wayne," Mark said quietly. "She sucks my 
ass better when she's got  something in her own ass to think 
about."
"She's a sleazy slut all right," Wayne said in an offhand way as 
he slapped the quivering  cheeks of Karen's ass. "Who'd have 
figured her for a cock-hungry whore?"

Karen's lust was cooling now, and the depth of her humiliation 
was striking home with  every word that Wayne uttered. They 
considered her a cheap whore now, and were they  wrong? She'd 
responded to every terrible thing they'd done to her, squirmed 
and screamed  and begged for more. She guessed she deserved 
everything they did.

Wayne drove back in and Karen screamed into the bud of Mark's 
ass. The pain was  tremendous, ripping up her back. It felt as 
though he were splitting her body in half with  every powerful 
plunge. Her knees began to slide out from under her and Wayne 
followed her  down, pushing her with the punishing thickness of 
his cock until her belly kissed the floor and  her knees were 
spread out on either side of her. She screamed again, and her 
spit began to  drool down the crack of Mark's ass, pooling on the 
floor by the bed.

Her face began to slip out of Mark's ass, and Mark released his 
giant cock to grab Karen  by her hair. While Wayne fucked her 
virgin ass, Mark mashed her face into his, rubbing her  face up 
and down his slick ass-crack and delighting in the fact that she 
kept her tongue  wagging even now. He had almost broken her 
spirit completely. It wouldn't take much more  now.

Wayne couldn't believe the way Karen was spread out beneath 
him, but it turned him on  even more, and he fucked her ass 
faster, jerking out and thursting in as fast as his hips could  propel 
him. He rammed his palm into the small of her back, pushing her 
even farther into the  floor, and began to slap her ass with his 
other hand. She oinked like a pig in the dirty trough  of Mark's ass 
and wallowed on the floor with every shove, slap and fuck-thrust 
Wayne gave  her.
Karen couldn't stop screaming. Her spine was bent in a curve. 
She was flat against the  floor up to her navel and then tilted up 
unnaturally to Mark's flexing ass. And her knees were  pointing in 
opposite directions straight out from her body, her thighs flush 
with the floor.  Wayne was tearing her asshole apart with his 
ravaging  cock and Mark was tearing her hair out of her head as 
he pulled her face back and forth  inside his ass.

Wayne fucked her faster yet, his ass a blur as he pounded her 
into the floor. He watched  her spit dribble out of Mark's ass and 
splatter the floor, watched her tanned ass-cheeks blaze  crimson 
in the imprint of his whipping hand. Most of all, he watched the 
flutter of her  helpless asshole against his plunging cock. He 
knew she was in agony and it turned him on. He  slapped her and 
fucked her harder, and felt his cum begin to boil in his balls.

Karen lashed her tongue up and down the tight crack of Mark's 
ass, her rational mind once  more slipping away as the pain and 
humiliation grew too great to bear.

"Oh, fuck me!" she whimpered into Mark's dilating asshole as the 
passion overwhelmed  her reason.

She began to grind back against Wayne's savaging cock, her 
hips rotating in tight hard  circles on the hard floor. Pain flared 
from her asshole with every move she made, but she  couldn't 
stop herself. There was something so degrading about her 
obscene defilement at the  hands of the two men that she lost 
control.

"Fuck, she's going to make me cum if she keeps that up!" Mark 
said with something like  wonder in his voice.

"You aren't the oniy one, Mr. Drey," Wayne agreed. "The scuzzy 
little slut's gone crazy  again."

Gone crazy. Yes, Karen thought as she lathered her tongue up 
and down the spit-soaked  crack of Mark's ass, she had gone 
crazy. That was why she was driving her ass back at  Wayne's 
cock every time he rammed it up her battered ass. They had 
forced her to do these  horrible things and it had driven her crazy. 
That was why she was enjoying herself while  Wayne tore into 
her ass-chute like it was a cunt.

Fresh pussy-cream speckled the lips of her cunt. Her fat cunt-lips 
began to shudder as she  drove herself back against Wayne's 
cock. She fucked him harder, hoping, praying that she  might 
climax. Karen locked her lips on Mark's asshole again and 
sucked with all her might,  thrusting her tongue deep inside while 
she drew out the musky taste of his ass. She flipped her  
shuddering ass back harder against Wayne, impaling her 
brutalized ass-chute on his massive  cock. She was teetering on 
the brink.

"Fuck!" Wayne shouted, his cock jerking deep inside her ass. He 
began to spurt inside her,  his cum blasting so far into her ass 
that she felt jism heat in her stomach. "Fuck you bitch,  grind that 
sweet ass on my cock!"

Blast after blast of his cum rocketed into Karen's asshole and she 
launched herself back  at him, urging his cock deeper and deeper 
inside her. 

Her clit was doing a dance inside her  cunt, her pussy-muscles 
were convulsing in ecstasy. Another plunge of his cock and she'd 
be  over the edge.

Wayne yanked his cock out of her asshole and wiped himself 
clean on the satin curve of  her ass. Mark brought his feet down 
hard on Karen's shoulders and knocked her flat on the  floor. Her 
face hit the wood hard. For an instant Karen was sure she was 
going to pass out.
"Nooooo!" she whined, shuddering and thrashing at their feet. 
She rubbed her shaking  thighs frantically together, hit at her 
cunt-lips with her leather-bound hands. "Make me cum!  Make 
me cum! I've got to cum!"

Mark's cock stodd rock-hard at a right angle to his body. It was 
like a fleshy cannon, long  and fat and lined with veins. He held it 
over Karen's flushed face and watched a slimy strand  of pre-cum 
slip from its tip to stain her cheek. She thought she was ready, 
but she wasn't. He  was going to show her what sex was all 
about.

"Fuck me, Mark!" she cried, and Mark smiled. She was pleading 
for a new cock to fill the  hole her husband had left vacant. "I 
licked your ass out. I sucked it good. Please fuck me,  please!"

"Are you my slave?" Mark asked. He watched Wayne's jism slip 
from her asshole, her own juices bubble from her cunt.

"Yes." she nodded her head quickly, pitiful in her desperation.

"Okay." Mark sat back down on the bed. "Wayne, get her ready."

And Karen felt a chill go through her superheated body. Mark was 
going to fuck her. 


CHAPTER FOUR


Wayne pulled Karen up from the floor by her hair and dragged 
her to one of the beds. As  Wayne threw her atop it, Karen saw 
that this one wasn't a bed at all but a hard platform with  just 
enough leather cushioning to give comfort to knees and elbows. 
She realized, sadly, that  there would be no give beneath her 
when Mark impaled her on his monstrous cock.
Wayne rolled the sex-crazed widow onto her shoulders, turning 
her over until her cunt  hung over her mouth. Karen tried to 
struggle when she realized the position that Wayne was  putting 
her in, but he put his foot on her forehead and held her in place 
as he spread her legs  into an obscene split and strapped them 
with leather thongs to posts that stood at the sides of  the bed. 
Then, quickly, to keep her from slipping out of her spread 
position, Wayne looped a  length of shining silver chain around 
her stomach and tied it to the end of the bed.

Karen groaned in pain and lust. Her legs felt like spaghetti from 
all the ways they had bn  tied. She watched the way the muscles 
in her thighs jerked and tensed and wondered that they  hadn't 
been torn to pieces by the strain they'd been placed under. Her 
back hurt now, too, and  she was humiliatingly aware of how open 
her  pussy had been pulled by the position she was tied in. Still 
her cunt drooled juice and her  swollen tits burned with lust. She 
needed Mark's giant cock.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered, and then Mark was standing above 
her. "Fuck me please!"

Wayne unzipped the glove that had bound her hands together 
and slipped the leather off  her arms. The brush of air against 
Karen's sweaty arms felt so good that her cunt clutched  tight, 
and a low growl of pleasure escaped her lips. Both of the men 
laughed at his terrible  need.

"Hold your cunt open," Mark said. "-And put my cock in."

A burst of shame swept through Karen. Her face flushed red and 
she closed her eyes. This  was it, the ultimate defilement. She 
was going to be torn to ribbons by Mark's monster cock,  but the 
excitement of her body had betrayed her so much that she was 
going to spread herself  open for him and guide his killing cock 
inside. 
She knew now that anything they wanted she  would give them. 
They had stripped her of her will, she no longer had any self 
control. She  was the slave of the two men, the slave of her own 
body as well.

With trembling hands, she reached toward her cunt. It was hard 
to keep her fingers from  plunging into the moist, hot cavern, but 
she resisted, knowing the punishment that act would  bring. 
Instead, she propped the fingers of her left hand against the 
puffy, red lips of her  pussy and spread them even farther than 
the split Wayne had forced her into had done. And  her right hand 
grasped hold of Mark's cock and tugged its fist-sized head toward 
the waiting  hole of her cunt.

"Fuck me," she mumbled, unable to take her eyes off the drama 
that was playing itself out  above her head. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck 
my slutty ass into the dirt!"

"Yes!" Mark hissed as the tip of his cock brushed the fevered 
flesh of her cunt. His cock- head dwarfed the entrance to Karen's 
cunt, even spread apart and held open as it was. "Put me  in, 
Karen. Put me inside your pretty pink pussy."

Wayne sat down by Karen's head, his legs spread out on either 
side of her face, his cock  lying half hard on her cheek. Karen 
barely noticed him. She was staring at Mark, thinking  blearily that 
he looked like a god standing above her. She too saw that his 
cock-head was  larger than her cunt, and fear knifed through her, 
but there was no going back now. She had  to have a cock inside 
her, and even if Mark killed her putting it in, at least he would 
scratch  the terrible itch that was burning her cunt.

Mark lunged forward without warning, wanting to catch Karen off 
guard so that there  would  be no quick, involuntary contraction of 
her already-tight cunt. His giant cock-head dwarfed  Karen's hole 
and she grunted with pain at the first impact of his cock. 
Mark grabbed her  widespread thighs for leverage and bore 
down harder, leaning all of his two hundred pounds  against 
Karen's pussy. He didn't even relax enough to smile when he 
heard her first scream.

It wasn't going to go in. It couldn't go in. Karen thrashed against 
the chains and leather  bindings that locked her in place. She 
dropped her hands from her cunt and Mark's cock and  clawed at 
the air. Her eyes bugged from her head and every muscle in her 
body marbled with  tension. She hadn't known it would be like 
this. She hadn't even imagined it would be like this.

Mark's cock-head began to bull its way into Karen's cunt, pushing 
her fat, pink cunt-lips in  front of it. The pressure from his giant 
cock spread Karen's legs even farther. Her body bent  more and 
more under the pressure until her pussy rested no more than an 
inch away from her  face. Mark's feet left the cushions now and 
he leaned all his weight atop her. Karen couldn't  stop screaming.

"Open up, you fucking slut!" Mark shouted gleefully, hunching his 
hips against her pussy,  watching his cock-head slowly wedge its 
way inside. "Widows can't be picky, Karen! With a  dead husband 
you've got to grab your cock  wherever you can get it!"

"And you've grabbed a lot of it this time, you fucking widow 
sleaze!" Wayne added,  rubbing his leaking cock back and forth 
over Karen's pretty face.

Karen gasped for breath like a dying fish. Her face was turning 
bright red. She could feel  her pelvic bones being pushed out of 
place as Mark implanted his massive cock into her body.  Her 
back bent even more, until she could feel the brush of her labored 
breathing against the  silky blonde hair of her cunt. Now she 
could see in gruesome close-up the ravaging of her  tender 
pussy, the endless stalk of Mark's prick as it extended from the 
open wound of her cunt  back to Mark's heavy, powerful body
Mark grinned savagely as he forced his cock into Karen's 
helpless, straining body. The  head of his cock was tearing the 
lips of her cunt farther open than they had ever been  stretched 
before. Mark knew that fucking his cock was like delivering a 
baby in reverse, that  the sweep of his prick when he fucked it 
fully into her trapped body would push all her  internal organs 
aside. And Karen had a tighter cunt than he'd ever found on a 
woman her age.  He knew that she'd never had a child, but just 
an average amount of fucking should have  opened her up more 
than this. She was as tight and tender as a virginal teenager 
Well, he  thought, his grin growing wider still, she wouldn't be for 
long.

"Please!" Karen pleaded in a tiny voice. She could feel the rlm of 
her pussy tearing to  allow the penetration of Mark's terrible cock. 
"Please! Please, please!"

She wasn't even sure what she was pleading for anymore. Her 
cunt was drooling sticky  pussy-cream, her clit was wiggling like a 
worm on a hook, but she knew that Mark was going  to kill her 
with his cock. Her belly felt plugged with flesh already, and she 
hadn't even taken  all of the ghastly, grapefruit-sized head of his 
prick.

She squirmed, but she could barely move with her legs and waist 
bound and Mark's heavy  weight lying stop her. She could feel her 
body being opened up as his huge cock-head slipped  inside her, 
but she couldn't believe that her cunt could be stretched so far. 
She felt something  tearing at the mouth of her pussy and she 
knew that even the most elastic flesh of her body  couldn't 
accommodate the monstrous intrusion being forced on it now.

The head of Mark's cock popped fully inside her cunt with a wet 
tearing plopping sound,  and Karen went into a fit. Her legs 
thrashing against their bindings and her ass danced back  and 
forth under Mark's onslaught, almost knocking him from her. 
Her head whipped back and  forth and Wayne amused himself by 
bringing his cock  around to slap her in the face with each turn of 
her head. Mark felt her cunt tearing to  accept him and he drove 
forward. He knew that now the head of his cock was inside her 
that  the rest would be easy. Easy for him, anyway.

Mark drove forward relentlessly and Karen watched through 
glazed eyes as his cock disappeared into her beaten cunt. Her 
pussy-juice flowed in tidal waves, trying to ease his passage,  but 
her body couldn't cope with the power of his gargantuan prick. 
Her juices splattered  against her face, and the wet slap of her 
sticky fuck-lube was the only thing that kept her conscious as 
Mark tore her body in two.

Karen's belly swelled as Mark pushed his cock inside, the huge 
sausage size of his prick  puffing her flat belly up until she looked 
almost as if she were pregnant. Karen stopped  breathing for a 
moment at the shock of his intrusion. She'd stopped screaming, 
no longer  having enough breath or mind left to do so. Seven 
inches of his cock was inside her and  already she had taken far 
more than her body could accept.

She could feel every inch of Mark's cock as it passed into her 
body. Her torn cunt-lips  burned as his massive prick rubbed over 
them. Her cunt-sheath was stretching, flattening,  pulling out of 
itself as it accepted the ball-bat thickness of Mark's cock. Eight 
inches, nine inches, she hadn't taken half his cock yet and her 
pussy was being stretched to its limits.  Her tight ass-cheeks 
trembled, her legs kicked helplessly while her hands clawed at 
air. Ten  inches. She felt the awful, fat head of Mark's cock bang 
against the back of her cunt, nudging  her crevix.

"Put it in, boss," Wayne groaned in disappointment as Mark 
pulled his cock back out of  Karen's cunt. He pushed the leaking 
head of his cock along her parted lips and watched a juicy  drop 
of pre-cum slip inside her mouth. "Give her it all!"
Karen wasn't even aware that Mark was pulling his cock out. Her 
cunt was burning with  pain, torn and stretched beyond 
endurance. Mark pulled back until only the head of his prick  was 
still inside her throbbing pussy and waited for her to tighten up 
again. This time she was  going to take it all, but he didn't want to 
make things too easy for the tight-assed whore.

Karen screamed at the instant Mark drove forward again, and she 
continued to scream as  he fed her every inch of his terrible cock. 
She felt it filling her, stretching her, tearing her  apart. Her body 
bent farther still, until her gasping mouths was filled by the golden 
fur of her  cunt and Mark's balls draped heavily over her nose. 
She stared up blankly into the ass-crack  she had just cleaned 
with her tongue, not seeing the awful drive of Mark's prick into her 
devastated cunt.

Mark yelled with joy as he passed the foot mark. He was pushing 
her cervix hard now,  feeling the tiny hole of that second chamber 
straining against the advance of his cock. Karen's  cunt was 
giving way before his unstoppable advance and he ground his 
ass harder to deliver  the last third of his prick.

Wayne stood up for a better view of the fuck, his cock as hard as 
a rock in his hands. He'd  already cum three times with the sleazy 
bitch in the last couple of hours, but he was so hot  agaln already 
that he was afraid he'd blow off at any second. He'd hated Karen 
and her  husband for the last six years of his life, and he'd lusted 
after her tight, twitching ass and  bouncy tits and pristine cunt for 
almost as long.

That cunt wasn't so pristine anymore, he thought with grim 
pleasure. Fourteen inches in,  fifteen inches in, only three or four 
more to go. Mark was going to stick it all the way in.  Wayne was 
surprised it hadn't killed she scummy bitch. She'd had a fucking 
tight cunt.

She didn't anymore. Karen didn't even move now, her body 
frozen as Mark force-fed the  last inches of his horse cock into 
her blasted cunt. She could feel the monster head of his cock  
poking up between cunt-lips. She could feel the lips of her cunt 
drawn inside her as her body strained desperately to accept 
Mark's perverse intrusion. The silky skin of her ass and stomach 
was  drawn tight with the pressure Mark was putting on her 
battered cunt.

Her clit was smashed flat by the width of Mark's prick, but it 
wiggled and danced against  the crush of meat. Pussy-juice 
gushed from her cunt, pouring over Mark's balls, splashing  
against Karen's pale face in a waterfall. She raised her head to 
lick at the little stalk of Mark's  cock that had yet to impale her 
and she screamed out her pleasure and pain. He was killing  her, 
but he was driving her insane with pleasure too.

"Look at this," Mark rasped to Wayne. "She loves it. The stinking 
whore loves it!"

Mark's cock hit bottom and Karen screamed louder at the feel of 
his pelvis kissing hers.  Drops of blood spattered her face along 
with the gush of pussy-cream, but the pain from the  spots where 
he'd torn her just added to the insane ecstasy of her writhing, 
burning cunt. Her  pussy worked on his cock like a jacking fist, 
and the throes of Karen's massive orgasm almost  drove Mark 
over the edge.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Wayne, put your cock in too. Fuck 
me hard! Cum on me! Piss  on me! Mark, shit in my face!"

Mark savored the feel of her cunt for a moment and then pulled 
back. He looked down to see the glazed look of delirium on 
Karen's face, watching the way her body twisted and  tossed 
even beneath his weight and the tight bonds that held her. 

He stabbed in again, as hard  as he could, and her cunt clutched 
spastically around his cock for all eighteen inches of its  entrance. 
She was loving it. He was tearing her to pieces, but the sluttish 
whore loved every  second of it.

Agony sizzled through Karen's torn cunt and tethered legs, but 
the pleasure that bubbled  through her veins was far stronger. 
She lifted her head and took Mark's fat, cum-filled balls  into her 
mouth, sucking on first one huge ball and then the other. She 
lathed her tongue over  the crinkly, hairy bag until his balls 
glistened with her saliva.

Mark was spurred to greater action by her tonguing, fucking her 
fast and hard. Karen's  cunt was stretched obscenely around the 
monstrous girth of his prick. Her trembling thighs  were coated 
with the slick cunt-juice her pussy gushed in a desperate effort to 
ease the  devastation of the terrible fuck. Her torn pussy clamped 
spastically around Mark's thundering  cock, and with a tiny, 
hopeless cry, Karen began to cum.

Her asshole puckered with every stab of his prick and her satiny 
ass-cheeks flexed in  rhythm with the spasms of her cunt. She 
drank her own cunt-juice as it poured over the  pistoning shaft of 
Mark's cock. Her tongue never stopped wagging and her cunt 
kept jerking spastically  with each punch of Mark's cock inside 
her. Mark smlied. If the haughty whore loved this so  much, he 
was going to give her something really special.

"Wayne, why don't you stick your cock up this gutter slut's ass?" 
he asked as he ripped into  Karen's cunt again. "She's not 
enjoying herself enough yet."

Wayne leaped to his feet without a word. His cock was painfully 
hard, and he wasn't sure  that he would be able to keep from 
shooting his load until Mark was finished with ripping the  stuck-
up whore's cunt to pieces. 
He was glad that now he wouldn't have to fmd out. He stood  up 
above Karen's shuddering, tanned ass-cheeks and pointed his 
big, hard cock right at the  squirming circle of her asshole. And 
then he slammed in.

The world exploded around Karen. She could only squirm a little 
trapped beneath their  heavy bodies, but pain and lust ignited 
through her body in a blast of sexual delirium. Her  back felt as 
though it would snap under the pressure of their combined 
weight. The lining  between her cunt and ass felt as though it had 
already been burst. 

All Karen could feel was a  massive intrusion inside her, a living 
impalement that pushed her bones and vital organs aside  with 
every thundering stroke. She lifted her head again and tongued 
the straining mouth of her  cunt and the terrible stalk of Mark's 
cock as it swept in and out of her body.

Karen's tongue whipped madly about the raw opening of her 
pussy and the slick juice of  her cum splashed directly into her 
mouth. It was tinged pink with her blood and mixed now  with the 
heady broth of Mark's copious fuck-lube. She slurped it up, 
unable to drink enough  of the sexual fluids, She tried to pull her 
head up farther and get at Wayne's assramming cock,  but her 
tongue wagged inches away from her goal.

She squirmed her ass between them, and in spite of the weight 
and ropes that held her, she  humped back and forth to match 
their brutalizing beat. She couldn't think anymore, all she  could 
do was fuck. Pain had lost meaning for her now, it was all part of 
the mass assault of  sensation that was driving her mad. Cock 
was goring her savaged cunt and asshole, and she  couldn't stop 
cumming, couldn't stop urging them to dainage her more.

Karen cried at her humiliation, at her degradation at the hands of 
the two men, but she  couldn't keep her body from responding. 
They were tearing her up now, maybe ruining her  forever, and 
still her body betrayed her fucked them back, exploded with 
climaxes, forced her  face up to lick Mark's cock and drink the 
juice and blood from her own cunt. Tears and saliva and fuck-
juice mixed to cover her  pretty, pale face.

Mark groaned as he felt the stuck-up widow's body thrash 
helplessly through another  climax. She wasn't so stuck-up now, 
he thought happily as he pounded remorselessly at her  ruined 
cunt. But he could see that he hdn't broken her completely yet, 
either. It was okay. He  had all the time in the world.

She licked and sucked at his cock like a slave, twisted like an 
out-of-control marionette  between his and Wayne's hard-fucking 
bodies. er face was twisted with shame and lust and  littie-girl 
eagerness, and Mark could feel his cum boil in his balls as he 
looked at the helpless  play of feeling across her slimy, pretty 
face. He couldn't wait to seeit dripping with the cum  that he was 
going to drown her cunt in.

One orgasm was starting before the last one finished and the 
itching was just getting worse  with each climax that rumbled 
through her Karen's hands clutched at her pointy, silky tits and  
clawed them raw. 

She tore at her nipples with her fmgernails and mauled her tits, 
twisting  them across her heaving chest and puIlmg them cruelly 
out from her body. She needed more.  She wanted a cock in her 
throat. She wanted them to fuck her harder. She came again and  
bucked harder against her ravishers.

Mark and Wayne grinned at each other over the bowed back of 
the sex-crazed widow.  Both were on the brink of cumming, and 
each was determined to fuck the lithe, snotty bitch  into the 
ground before he spilled his load. 

They stabbed their cocks into her faster, cramming  their thick 
meaty shafts to the hilt in the straining blonde's overstuffed holes. 
They see-sawed  her body back and forth between them, never 
letting a moment pass when Karen's trembling  body was empty 
of battering, reaming cock.

And Karen had been driven into a frenzy, her body convulsing 
beneath them, her hands  clawing at her swollen tits. She 
shrieked as she was buffeted between the two men. Her cunt  
and asshole engulfed their massive cocks. Orgasm after orgasm 
burst through her, merging  into a single overwhelming climax 
that went on forever. Dinily Karen realized that she would  never 
be happy again without a cock fucking brutally inside her.

They used her like a piece of meat, slapping her between them 
with no regard for her  body. When they hammered her cunt and 
asshole so hard that a shadow of pain crossed her  lust-contorted 
face, it spurred them on to brutalize her pulverized sex-holes 
even more. Karen  orgasmed through it ail.

Wayne and Mark began to spurt in the same instant, and the first 
explosion of cum into her body drove Karen mad. They geysered 
into her with firehose velocity, filling her belly  with steaming white 
jism. With Mark's second burst, his cum began to pour back out 
of  Karen's demolished cunt. It streamed down over Karen's 
gasping face, painting her chin and  filling her open mouth.

Wayne saw the cum gushing down over Karen's delicate features 
and yanked his cock out  of her grasping asshole. His cum began 
to drool out over the widespread slit of her cunt.  Wayne aimed 
his cock for her wide brown eyes and jerked himself off. 

While Mark's  waterfall of jism glossed Karen's chin and cheeks 
silvery white, and pooled between her  glistening, parted lips, 
Wayne barraged her eyes and golden hair with greasy lines of 
slop.
Karen bucked against Mark's powerfully fucking cock. She came 
every time he pulsed  another gluey wad of jism into her swampy 
pussy. His frothy cum fountained out of her as  quickly as it 
exploded in, and Karen's upper body was mottled with his fuck-
slop. Her open  mouth was a deep lake of jism, her throat held a 
pool that trickled down the sides of her neck  with every gasping 
breath she took. Her cheeks and chin were painted white, and 
even her  shoulders and tits were blotted with drops of pasty cum. 
Karen was awash with the juices of  lust.

"Take it, you scuzzy cunt!" Wayne moaned, and he jerked his 
cock, festooning Karen's  hair and forehead with his cum. He'd 
submerged both her eyes under dollops of cock-cream  and even 
shot one pasty string up the quivering holes of her nostrils. 
"Drown in it, you fancy  bitch! Drown in our fucking cum!"

Karen swallowed as fast as she could, rubbing the cum that had 
slopped onto her tits into  the heated flesh until her skin glistened 
with a coat of jism. 

Her injured cunt wrenched at  Mark's spurting cock, wringing 
every ounce of his foaming goo into her thrashing body. He  
pulled his cock from her, still hard and oozing cum, and he 
drained the last of his jism out on  the bridge of her nose before 
he stepped away from her.

Wayne rubbed his cock clean on the quaking flesh of Karen's 
tanned ass before he, too,  stepped back off the bed. Karen 
continued to thrash against the bindings that held her legs and  
waist, her writhing wilder now that the bodies of the two men no 
longer held her down. 

She  walled her lust and pain and gulped down the cum that stlll 
sloshed from her lush, parted lips.  Her hands tore at her burning 
red nipples.

Karen's cunt looked as if a truck had been driven through it. It 
was a swamp of male and  female cum-juice. Her cunt-lips were 
almost purple with the boiiling blood that filled them and her clit 
was extending like a cock, just peaking from the swolllen lips of 
her pussy.  Wayne whistled at the awesome sight. Mark had 
shattered her cunt with his gigantic cock.

But her cunt-lips still fluttered with excitement, and her fresh cunt-
juice was pumping out  to freshen the old. And her cunt began to 
tighten as the men watched, adjusting itself to its  normal size 
now that the inhuman intrusion of Mark's prick was no longer 
buried inside it.  And still it squirmed on itself, her clit buzzing with 
lust while her luscious ass-cheeks  squirmed.

"Fuck me!"

Karen dipped her fingers in the cum that submerged her face and 
stuck them in her mouth.  She spread the plaster of jism over her 
pretty face and rubbed it down over her silky tits. Her  tongue 
wagged out over her lips and chin to collect every bit of cum-juice 
she could reach.  Her eyes were dull with earthy, animal lust. Her 
lips and tits and cunt were bloated, swollen  with an overload of 
sexual excitement. She scratched at the heavy lips of her 
creaming cunt  with her long, sharp fingernails.

"Fuck me again, please! Oh please, please fuck me!"

"No, Karen," Mark said, an evil smile tilting his lips. "Take care of 
yourself, you sewer  bitch. Lick your own cunt, Karen. Eat 
yourself out!"

Karen scooped gobs of tacky jism out of her eyes and stuffed 
them in her mouth. Then her eyes fluttered open, stinging with 
the jism  that leaked in, eyelashes painted silver with spilled cock-
cream. Her cunt looked like a cesspool. She had licked around it 
while Mark was fucking her, but she couldn't, wouldn't do this.
"Eat yourself out, Karen." Mark jerked on his cock. His 
magnificent, pussy-rending,  world-ending cock. "You're burning 
up. Your filthy little pussy is squirming for attention,  and your 
pretty pink tongue and soft red lips and sharp little teeth are just 
inches away. Eat  yourself out!"

"No!" Karen's voice trembled as she spoke. Her body jerked 
against its bonds as she tried  to quell the lava flow of lust 
through her long, lean frame. "No. I'm not your servant. I won't  
eat my own cunt!"

She stared at her pussy. It was an open wound on her body, a 
red slash that was leaking  sex-juices. Her pussy-lips slithered 
together and her clit wiggled with the tumult of her cunt.  Her 
head lifted from the table.

"Fasten your lips around that aching cunt, Karen!" Mark ordered. 
"Bite your little clit and  play with it with your tongue! Stick your 
pretty little face into your dirty gash and lick  yourself clea Then 
we can dirty you up all over again!"

A fat drop of pussy-jwce squeezed out of Karen's cunt and hit her 
right between her eyes. Her tongue flickered out like a frightened  
pink worm between her thick red lips. 

Her head was spinning, and the stink of her cunt was  driving her 
over the edge. She wanted to throw up, but she wanted to bite 
down on the  swollen red lips of her cunt even more.

"When you lick yourseff clean, we'll fuck you again, Karen," Mark 
called and he waved  his wonderful prick at her to get her 
attention. "You'll get all this hard meat again just as soon  as you 
lick yourself dry."

Karen groaned hopelessly. She was their slave. 

After everything they'd done to her, after  the horror of being 
raped by Mark's horse cock, there was still lower to sink. Karen 
knew  now that Mark and Wayne were going to push her 
completely into the muck.

Tears tracking through her slime-fouled face, Karen clutched her 
thighs with her hands  and pulled her head up into her crotch. 


CHAPTER FIVE


Karen buried her face into the swampy slash of her cunt. At first 
she wanted to throw up  as Mark's cooling sperm, mixed with the 
thinner more pungent fluid of her cunt, dribbled  into her mouth 
and up her nose. 

She wanted to pull her face away, scream at the vile monsters  
who were forcing her to degrade herself. She wanted to get away 
and spend the next year of  her life locked in a hot shower. 
Instead, she locked her lips around the slimy mouth of her  cunt 
and lashed her tongue inside its creamy, heated depths.

"Look at that bitch," Wayne said, his cock soft but his eyes 
glittering. "She's starving for  it. What a hot fucking whore!"

"She'll do anything we want now," Mark observed simply. His 
cock was still a rock-solid  pole jutting almost two feet out from 
his stomach. "She needs fucking now and she knows it.  She 
needs other things, too. She needs to be hurt. she needs to be 
humiliated. Don't you,  Karen? Doesn't it get really hot when we 
make you cry?"

Karen sobbed but she drove her face farther into her steaming 
pussy. She collected every  trace of Mark's and Wayne's cum 
with her flicking tongue. 
Now she was nipping at her clit and smooching at the lips of her 
cunt. Her asscheeks and tightly muscled thighs shuddered  with 
the pleasure she was giving herself.

"Put a finger up your asshole, Karen!" Mark slapped her ass-
cheek to punctuate the com- mand, leaving a sizzling red 
handprint on her tanned ass. "And keep feeling your tits. Do it,  
bitch!"

Karen groaned helplessly and closed one hand over her tits. Her 
other hand reached slowly  around the sleek curve of her hip, her 
fingers splaying out over the trembling cheeks of her  ass. She 
scratched at the fevered skin of her ass, digging welts into her 
flesh, puffing her ass-cheeks far apart. She cried at the depth of 
her enslavement, but she slowly teased her fingers  into the crack 
of her tender ass.

Her cunt damped spastically against her burrowing face, squirting 
pussy-juice into her eyes  and up her nose. Karen sputtered and 
choked and screamed as a massive orgasm shattered her  
trembling body. She bit her clit hard and then slithered her tongue 
as far into the spasming  reaches of her cunt as she could. She 
plucked at her nipples wildly, as though she wanted to  tear them 
from her body. And she slamed two fingers into the loosened 
grommet of her ass.

"Fucking whore," Wayne muttered.

Another orgasm tore through Karen as her fingers penetrated her 
asshole. A fresh wave of sweat broke out on her twisting, tortured 
body and animal cries sounded from her cunt- stuffed mouth. The 
muscles of her flat stomach roiled and her ass-cheeks clamped 
like a vise  around her violating fingers. She sucked her clit into 
her mouth and worried it as a dog would  a bone. Her cunt 
gushed pussy-cream down over her aiready-slimy face.

The world was spinning away from her. Karen could feel crashing 
waves of lust batter  through her, one hitting her body as the last 
was just pulling away. She twisted against her  bonds and yelped 
like a dog. She tried to force her head completely into her cunt. 
One of her  legs tore free from the ropes that held it, and she 
kicked wildly through the air, hanging now  by one foot and her 
waist. With her foot loosened, Karen's cunt began to raise away 
from her  face, but she locked her arms around the backs of her 
thighs and pulled it back down,  engulfing it with her mouth.

"She's really getting it now," Mark said, satisfaction coloring his 
voice. "Every inch of her  body's coming unglued."

"I can see it," Wayne agreed. "The sleazy cunt's really getting 
off!"

Karen wished that she had more hands. Three or four, anyway, 
so that she could crush  both her tits and use hands on her cunt 
and asshole at the same time. She sawed her fingers  back and 
forth inside the damp tunnel of her ass and slurped hungrily at 
her squeezing cunt. Her  entire frame was shuddering with the 
strain of her pleasure. She wondered if she was going to  survive 
this orgasm, but that was a tiny concern placed against the 
heffish ecstasy that was  tearing through her body now.

"There's someone I want you to meet, Karen," Mark said, and 
Wayne looked up with a  smirk as Mark hit the buzzer by the door 
of Karen's office. "Since you're going to be so im- portant to the 
running of the company from now on, I thought that you'd want a 
personal  assistant, and I was nice enough to hire you one. 
Wasn't that nice of me? Answer, Karen!"

"Yes. Ohhh, yessss!" Karen pulled her face away from her 
convulsing cunt for just an  instant, but it was long enough to see 
the change in her face. "Yesss!"

Her eyes were rimmed with red now and dilated with lust. Her 
face glistened with her  cunt-juice. It ran into her golden hair and 
puddled in the hollows of her throat and ears. Her  lips were 
scratched red and swollen with sexual excitement. Mark knew 
that she was almost  reduced to the thing he wanted to make of 
her.

Karen buried her face back into her cunt, unmindful of what Mark 
was saying, uncaring  that he was going to bring in a stranger to 
view her debasement. Her body was ravaged by the orgasms that 
whirled through her, her mind  destroyed by the waves of 
agonizing pleasure that burned through every neuron. She could  
feel the procession of climaxes begin to weaken now, and she 
strained, wanting to squeeze all  the pleasure she could out of 
her body.

"Karen" Mark said theatrically. "I want you to meet your new 
assistant." He flung open the  door.

"Hello, Miss Antonella," Wayne said.

"Hello, Wayne," the newcomer replied with a sweet smile. Her 
face turned hard when she  looked at Karen. "Hello, Karen, I'm 
here to assist you in your new job. You can call me  mistress. But 
oniy when I give you permission."

Karen's face fell away from her cunt, the back of her head striking 
the hard surface of the  bed. Her arms dropped limply to her 
sides as the maddened pleasure of her orgasms subsided.  
Wayne cunt her other foot loose and she fell flat on the bed, still 
secured to it by the leash of  rope around her stomach. She had 
never before felt the kind of shame she experienced now.

Mark had brought in a woman to witness her debauchment, and 
not just any woman. The  sexy brunette standing at the foot of 
Karen's bondage bed was a woman Karen had met  before. 
The bitch was a negotiator, a professional go-between for the big 
companies, and a few years before she'd worked on a deal with 
Karen's husband. She'd tried to work her  way into his pants as 
well. It had ended with Karen calling her a slut and slapping her in 
the  middle of a party, and Karen had tried very hard to put her 
out of her mind ever since. Mark  had brought her back, to both 
Karen's mind and life.

Karen had never seen her like this before. She was dressed in a 
leather corset that slimmed  her aiready-narrow waist and lifted 
and thrust out her big, firm tits. A pair of black leather  panties 
bulged with the lush cheeks of her ass and outlined the mound of 
her cunt so tightly  that Karen could see even the cleft of 
Antonella's fat-lipped cunt. Her long, shapely legs were  packed 
into sleek black nylons and she stood atop five-inch spiked heels. 
Even through the  haze of her pain and hatred Karen could not 
help admiring the wild sensuality of the woman  who stood before 
her.

"It's been a long time, Karen." There were other things different 
about Antonella as well.  Three-inch-long, black-polished, razor-
edged fingernails clicked at the ends of her fingers  now. And a 
black whip tipped with dozens of shining metal hooks curled in 
her hand. "I'm  going to make you scream, cunt. I'm going to 
break you into a whimpering little slut slave. I  fucked your limp-
dicked husband for the last three years just so I'd be around 
when he died and you'd be alone. I've always wanted your  sexy 
ass, bitch, and that slap you gave me made me want to hear you 
scream!"

Karen looked up wearily, unable to muster even the energy to 
respond to the ravishing  woman. The string of orgasms she'd 
just experienced ilad wracked her, wrecked her, and now  she 
was almost too exhausted to even be ashamed of the lewd way 
she was displayed for  Antonella's inspection. The day's beating 
and fucking and bondage had reduced her to near  insensibility.
"You stink, cunt!" Antonella said, sounding only mildly disgusted 
at the state Karen was in.  She stepped closer and loosened the 
rope from around the blonde widow's waist. "You're  filthy as a 
pig. Is that what you are, Karen? A filthy little pig?"

Karen tried to rouse herself to answer, but she couldn't. The pain 
was overwhelming. All  she could do was watch through lidded 
eyes as Antonella pulled off the stray scraps of her  clothing that 
remained on her body. Antonella let her hands wander freely as 
she finished the  job of denuding the young blonde. She pinched 
her red, sore cunt-lips and scratched the  reddened cheeks of her 
ass. She tweaked stiff nipples with her sharpened fingernails and 
even  traced an inquisitive finger around the red, scum-smeared 
oval of Karen's lips.

Karen could deny her nothing, had neither the energy or will to 
protest. She tried to knock  the dark-haired woman's hands away 
from her cunt when Antonella pinched her there, but it  was so 
much effort just to raise her arm that Karen let it fall limply back 
to the bed. The  hours of straining at the bonds Mark and Wayne 
had confmed her in had taken their toll. She  was battered from 
their fucking, bruised from their beatings. She was broken. She 
would  deny Antonella nothing.

"What pretty blonde hair," Antonella said mockingly, drawing it 
away from Karen's neck  while she slipped a collar around her. 
Karen saw, with a pang of humiliation, that there was a  leash 
connected to her new, metal collar "What a pretty blonde piggie. 
Does the piggie want to  have a nice bath or lie here and wallow?”

Karen's cunt was so much tenderized meat, her asshole felt 
loose and wet and ruined. She  was afraid of what the water 
would do to her, but she wanted the smell of cum and piss  
cleansed from her body. She knew that Antonella was expecting 
an answer, but she wans't  sure what to say. 

Tears trickled from her eyes when she realized that they had 
broken her will  so completely that she couldn't even decide 
whether to take a bath or not.

"Come on, piggie, it's bath time," Antonella sighed at last, 
yanking on her end of the leash  that was wrapped tight around 
Karen's slender throat. Karen was pulled up slightly, but she  still 
couldn't urge her body to move her off the bed. "Come on, piggie. 
Move your stinking  ass!"

Karen felt anger fire through her, but she knew she couldn't act 
on it. Here was this  woman who claimed to have been having an 
affair with her husband for the last three years of  his life, a slut 
who'd steal another woman's husband, and she was acting like 
she was the better  of the two of them. Karen suddenly hated 
Antonella more deeply and fiercely than either of  the two men 
who had placed her in this bondage.

"Do it, you slimy, dirty, pig!" Antonella screeched, her calm 
dissolving to rage in an in- stant. She jerked on the leash so hard 
that Karen couldn't draw a breath. "Move your hot little  ass off 
that bed!"

Karen screamed, surprising even herself with the sudden 
strength and rage that flared  through her body. She came off the 
bed in a lurch and rushed the dark-haired beauty who  held her 
trapped. 

A look of concern flashed over Antonella's face, and Karen felt a 
grim rush  of satisfaction. The two men might hold her in their 
power, but she wasn't about to let this  whore tell her what to do.

Antonella watched coolly as the dumb blonde bitch rushed her. 
She'd' hoped to goad that slinky little cunt into attacking her, had  
hungered for a chance to really unload on the high-classed bitch. 

She'd wanted the cunt's husband for years, wanted the power 
and wealth that she could wangle from the old man, but all  she'd 
ever managed to get were the kind of scraps a man tossed a 
part-time mistress. 

Now she  was going to have it all, and she was going to have the 
cunt who'd stood in her way for her  plaything.

Antonella ducked just as Karen reached her and slammed her fist 
into the bronzed surface  of Karen's flat belly. Then, before the 
blonde could buckle, Antonella jerked back on her  leash, pulling 
her upright, and dug her long, sharp fingernails into the sensitized 
lips of  Karen's cunt. She closed her fist tight, a handful of pink 
cunt-flesh trapped inside, and the  abused blonde widow began to 
scream.

"Bitch!" Antonella hissed as she choked Karen with one hand and 
tortured her cunt with  the other. "Pig! Don't ever try that again or 
I'll tear your stuck-up little cunt to pieces. Do  you hear me?"

Karen knew that the weakness of her body had let Antonella beat 
her so easily. Battered  and exhausted as she was she should 
have known that she'd be no match for the fresh woman  and the 
terrible claws she had at her disposal. 

She nodded her head, her spirit crumbling, accepting the terrible 
fact that her  dead husband's mistress was now her master.

"Oink if you hear me, Karen." The brunette roughly pulled the 
blonde's lithe bpdy against  her own. 

She ducked her head and sucked the tender whiteness of 
Karen's throat on either side  of the cruel leather collar she'd fitted 
her with. "Oink like a pig if you hear me. Oink like alit- tle bitch 
piggie who wants to take a bath and suck a lady's cunt."

"Please. . ." Karen whimpered, leaning her body against 
Antonella, barely able to stand  now that the adrenaline burst that 
had fueled her rush at the dark-haired woman was fading.  
"Please . . I'm sorry, Mistress. I won't do anything like it again."

"Sweet thing," Antonella cooed, her voice all light and happiness 
once more. She was  biting her way over the proud thrust of 
Karen's shoulder now, leaving red tracers that would  fade to 
bruises in her wake. "Sweet little blonde piggie. Do you want to 
take a bath?"

"Please . . "It felt like the sexy brunette was tearing her cunt-lips 
to pieces. "I would like  that very much, Mistress. Oh, please."

"Do you want to suck my cunt?" Antonella asked innocently, 
biting down the flawless flesh  of Karen's right arm. She was 
working her way around to the inside of the arm, where the flesh 
was less tanned and more sweet. "You want to lick and suck my 
cunt and tell me how sweet it is, don't you?"

"Please . . ." Karen didn't know what else to say. She could deny 
the evil woman nothing,  but she couldn't oink like a pig. She 
couldn't demean herself so completely in front of the two  men. 
"Let me suck your cunt, please! I want to suck yur cunt until you 
come!"

"Then oink like a pig, bitch!" Antonella hissed and bit into the 
tender flesh of Karen's  armpit until a scream jittered from the 
tormented widow's lips and a trickle of blood flowed  down her 
side. "Oink, pig! Oink!"

Karen collapsed, her legs buckling beneath her. Antonella backed 
away, relinquishing her  grips on the woman but not the one on 
the leash, and let her fall. Karen landed in a tangle of  arms and 
legs and splashing blonde hair, whimpering wordlessly at the 
high-heeld feet of the  sadistic brunette. 
She knew that she looked like a cowering animal at the feet of its 
master.

"Oink!" Antonella commanded, sounding almost bored now. She 
jabbed the spiked heel of  her right shoe into the bouncing 
firmness of Karen's left tit. "Oink like a pig, piggie, or I'll  have to 
punish!"

Karen looked up at the whip Antonella had curled around her right 
forearm. She knew it  could flay the flesh from her bones. She 
knew  that even without it Antonella was her mistress, and she 
must obey her. She opened her  mouth and bleated like a broken 
animal.

"That's the best you can do?" Antonella asked almost sadly. She 
prodded Karen's cheek  with her foot. "Lick my shoe a little, 
piggle. It got smudged when you fell down."

Karen still oinked as she opened her mouth and flapped her 
tongue over the leather  slickness of Antonella's high-heeled 
shoe. She was mindful of the fact that Antonella hadn't  told her 
she could stop. 

The first touch of her tongue against the shining leather made her 
feel  a little sick, but she didn't let it stop her. Oinking like a pig, 
Karen licked the shoe until it  shone with her spit.

It occurred to Karen now just how beautiful Antonella was. She 
was so dark, so exotic, so  perfectly formed. Her figure was like 
an hourglass, full-breasted and wide-hipped, and her  legs were 
so long and shapely, her waist so perfectly narrow. 

Karen felt ashamed of her own  slender figure, her blonde hair 
and thin face. It was no wonder that her husband had wanted  to 
sleep with this woman. Karen was barely worthy to lick her shoes.

"Oh yes, honey, that's the way to do it!" Antonella was rubbing at 
the clearly outlined lips  of her cunt now, dragging the hard butt of 
the whip up and down over the leather that encased them. "Don't 
forget the bottoms. Suck on the heel honey, just like it was a big, 
fat prick."

Karen slurped over the dirty bottom of Antonella's shoe, then took 
the cruel spike of the  heel between her lips. She sucked it into 
her mouth and ran her tongue up and down its shaft.  She flicked 
her tongue at its cold leather surface the way she would have 
teased along the  throbbing hot length of a cock. Her mouth 
began to water and her cunt began to heat up. She  was getting 
hot being forced to lick the filthy soles of a woman's shoe.

"Look at her cunt!" Wayne shouted from the other side of the 
room. "She's getting hot  again!"

"Is piggie getting hot?" Antonella asked, a look of concern 
draping its way across her face.  "Oh, my poor little piggie. 
Licking my shoes gets you all hot in your slimy cunt? Then I 
guess  I'll have to let you lick the other one!"

Karen shuddered with shame and lust as Antonella lifted her 
other foot and wiggled the  spiked heel in her face. Karen knew 
how she looked groveling at the feet of the sexy brunette  bitch, 
but she didn't care anymore. Her cunt was beginning to squirm 
and the pain and fatigue  were beginning to fade from her body. 
She eagerly sucked the spike of the second shoe into  her mouth, 
and she crawled her lips around the dirty sole as if she were 
kissing the face of her husband.

"So good," Antonella whispered. She was pinching her nipples 
now as she tilted her foot  this way and that, making sure that 
Karen got every inch of its surface wet with her spit. "So  good, 
piggie. Keep oinking. Lick up over my stockings!"

Karen's eyes flashed to the lusting woman's cunt. Karen could 
still see its form, the fat lips  and short, narrow gash between 
them. She could make out the lush crop of hair that was  almost 
pressed flat from the sweaty embrace of the leather. Karen knew 
that Antonella's cunt  was going to be the target where her mouth 
was guided, but that didn't matter. She had never  sucked a 
woman's cunt before, the thought of lesbianism had always been 
horrible to her, but  that didn't matter either. She was a slave 
here, no better than a petAog at the feet of her  masters. 
Antonella wanted her to worship at her cunt, and so she would.

She oinked like a pig as she lathed her tongue over the thin 
material of the brunette's  stockings. She licked over both 
shapely, sexy ankles. Her own ankles had never struck her as  
beautiful, but lolling her tongue over Antonella's made her gasp 
with pleasure. She licked  higher, over the little humps of 
Antonella's calves, making sure the gauzy material of her  
stockings was evenly moist with her spit. And she made her 
mistress yelp with sudden pleasure when she fastened her lips to 
the back of  first one knee and then the other. She remembered 
the dark-haired woman's vicious bite at  her own tender cavity. 
But she gave no thought to reciprocating. She was a dirty slut 
and  deserved the bite. Antonella was a goddess.

"She's going nuts again!" Wayne marveled. "I thought she'd be 
out for days after the  workout we gave her, but here she is up 
and going again. Fuck, she's got more stamina than I  do!"

"There's no big accomplishrnent, is it, piggie?" Antonella groaned 
as Karen licked her way  over the shivering lushness of her 
thighs. "How many times did he stick it into you, piggie?  Three 
times? Two? Maybe only one?"

"Now, now. 'Nella," Mark broke in with a smile. His cock was stiff 
and dripping and red.  "We all know that Wayne's always good for 
three times. A month."
"You guys," Wayne said crossly as the other two laughed. His 
cock was almost as hard as  Mark's. "I'm ready to go again right 
now."

"Wait your turn!" Antonella hissed in response, but the smile 
didn't leave her face. She  watched expectantly as Karen's 
tongue lapped near the tops of her stockings. She was waiting  
for the first electric touch of the cunt's tongue against her bare 
flesh.

Karen felt more inferior at the way they talked. They could all 
laugh and joke with each  other, but she was only the slut they 
fucked and hurt. She was more a pet than a participant.  Her cunt 
squeezed together at the thought and she licked over the buckle 
of her dark-haired captor's garter.

"Yes, piggle!" Antonella je?ked on Karen's leash and ground her 
hips forward as the  blonde's tongue laved over her bare heated 
flesh. "You know where to go now, piggle. Keep  oinking. Lick my 
cunt!"

Karen could smell the thick musk of Antonella's cunt now, the 
damp stench of her leather- bound excitement. It made her sick, 
but her cunt was clutching at itself and her blonde cunt- hair was 
sparkling with the fresh juice of her excitement. She tongued her 
way over the firm  alabaster flesh of Antonella's thighs and 
slurped her way onto the leather that nestled tightly  against her 
cunt.

"Look at her!" Wayne muttered. He was jacking his cock steadily, 
staring fixedly at the  action going on between the two girls. 
"She's sucking her off right through those panties.  What a 
fucking sleazy slut!"

Karen could hear Wayne's words, hear the filthy way he was 
talking about her, and it  made her more excited yet. 
Yes, she was suckling at the pooching leather pouch around  
Antonella's cunt, yes she was soaking it with her spit and trying to 
suck it whole into her mouth. Yes,  her tongue was trying to 
squeeze inside at its edges, was straining to shift the leather and  
reveal the heated bare flesh of Antonella's cunt. She was gasping 
for breath and squirming  with excitement and oinking in 
pleasure.

Antonella began to cum as the slavish blonde flailed her tongue 
over the leather-bound lips  of her cunt. She could feel the leather 
fill with her cunt-juice and squirmed deliciously against  the 
smacking mouth of her sex-crazed slave. She had always known 
that this wanton slut lived  inside the prim and snobbish woman 
Karen had been. She was exulted at the chance to bring it out.

She grinned at the thought of her leather panties ballooning with 
her juices and what it  would look like when she let it all flow out 
over Karen's pretty slave face in one tidal wave of  pussy-cream.

"Is she getting you hot, 'Nella?" Mark asked. Both he and Wayne 
had stepped closer now,  were jerking their massive hard cocks 
just inches from the action. "She doesn't need encouragement to 
improve her action, does she?"

"Noooo!" Antonella was doing a slow buckand-grind against 
Karen's munching mouth and  she stared lustfully at the big 
cocks the two men were pointing in her general direction.  

Suddenly a perverse idea sprang into her head and she waved 
them toward the beds that lay to  either side of the action. "Get up 
on the beds. Stand up. I want to suck your beautiful cocks!"

Neither man needed to be asked twice. Wayne and Mark jumped 
atop the beds that stood on  either side of the leather-clad 
brunette and brandished their cocks in front of her face. 

She  cooed sexily at them, her fingers plucking at her stiff, dark 
nipples while Karen sucked her  cunt through the leather purse 
that held it. She reached out a hand to both the monster cocks  
and guided them toward her beautiful, lust-filled face.

"Suck, piggie!" she sighed and spread her legs so that Karen 
would have more room to  work with. Karen had managed to 
thrust her tongue just beneath the crotch-band and had  gotten 
her first taste of another woman's cunt. Her body ignited with 
pleasure. "I'm cumming,  you little slut, I'm cumming!"

Karen bit through the leather of the panties, sucked the brunette's 
pussy-lips into her  mouth and gnawed on them. Then she found 
a hard nub dancing at the center of the leather  panties and she 
pulled it into her mouth instead, and ran her teeth and tongue 
around it  roughly.

Antonella screamed insanely and brought both of the giant cocks 
she held toward her open,  waiting mouth. She stuffed first one in  
and then the other, only taking a couple of inches of either of the 
big cocks inside her  mouth but whipping her tongue around their 
heads and shafts with an artist's inspiration. She  jerked on them 
frantically too, her skilled hands raising the boil of cum in the 
dangling sacs of  their balls.

"You're going to make us cum too fast," Wayne complained as 
she held his cock in front of  her mouth and slurped around its fat 
head with her tongue and lips. "I wanted to fuck  somebody' with 
this."

"Fuck yourself!" Antonella wheezed as she turned her head from 
his cock to Mark's. She  popped the monstrous head of Mark's 
prick easily into her mouth and then squeezed her  tongue out 
beneath it to lick at the shaft that stuck out of her face."I've got 
plans for your  cum."

Karen guessed that those plans had something to do with her. It 
would be something  obscene, something debasing, and she 
licked harder over the blistering hot leather of  Antonella's 
panties. Knowing that she was disobeying one of her masters but 
unable to stop  herself, Karen reached up to pull down the 
brunette's panties. She had to have a taste of her  juicy cunt. She 
had to feel the creamy, heated flesh of the magnificent woman's 
gorgeous  pussy against her lips and tongue.

Antonella was squeezing out one orgasm after another, building 
toward an explosion she  knew would devastate her. She'd never 
had her cunt eaten like this and it was driving her  wild. She knew 
that she had both the men just instants away from spurting. She 
wanted them  to cum just as she was hitting her peak. She 
shrieked with lust and surprise when Karen  yanked down her 
panties and fastened her mouth against her.

The instant that Karen pulled Antonella's panties down, a flood of 
juicy pussy-cream  flooded her face. Karen hunched down lower 
so that more of the juice would hit her face. She  wagged her 
tongue this way and that and savored the taste of Antonella's hot, 
salty cumjuice.  

Then she moved her face up and began to slurp on the twitching 
brown lips of the dark-haired  woman's cunt. Karen's nose was 
buried in a thick thatch of wiry black hair and her mouth was  
encompassed by creamy hot cuntflesh. 

Her chin rested in the soaked crotch of Antonella's  panties where 
they stretched tight around her quivering thighs. Her senses were 
filled with the  taste, smell and feel of her lady's cunt. Karen was 
in bliss.

She found her own cunt with her hands and knifed three fingers 
inside her while her other  hand stretched the lips of her cunt. Her 
pussy-juices streamed out over her hands and wrists.  
Her legs were splattered with her juice. She came with every 
muscular pulsing of the cunt her mouth worked on. It was as if 
she were  sucking her own cunt again, but even more exciting 
because of the groaning and humping  Antonella was doing.

"Four fingers!" Antonella hissed to her slave, seeing the blonde's 
fingers pistoning in and  out of her pussy. "Four fingers, piggie! 
And keep oinking!"

Karen groaned with pain, but she slipped her little finger in 
beneath the others and  continued fucking herself. Her hips 
flipped about on the floor and pain and ecstasy knifed  through 
her. The fat intrusion of all four of her fingers reopened the 
injuries that Mark had  done her with his massive cock, but her 
cunt sucked and spasmed around them all the same.

And Antonella's cunt was squeezing just as wildly on the tongue 
Karen was pistoning deep  inside her. She dropped one hand 
from the cocks she was sucking and pushed Karen's face  
deeper into her cunt, jerking on the leash and pulling her fluffy 
blonde hair. Pussy-cream  erupted from her in gushes, sliming 
Karen's spluttering, servicing face. Antonella rasped her  tongue 
over the nerve bundle on the underside of Wayne's already-
jerking cock and triggered  his orgasm in her mouth.

"Five fingers, piggie!" she hissed down at Karen in the instant 
before Wayne's jism filled her mouth. "Five fingers. Stuff your 
whole hand in your piggish cunt! And keep oinking,  piggie!"

The piggie did as she was told. Karen wailed in agony as she 
cupped her thumb under her  fingers and formed a tight fist to 
ram inside her already-brutalized cunt. She twisted about  wildly 
with pain as she drove her fist deep inside her. She could feel the 
torn, stretched fabric  of her pussy straining against the fist she 
was driving inside her, but she could also feel the  vibrating bud 
of her clit rubbing against the back of her hand. 
Pussy-juice coursed down over  her arm and dribbled off her 
elbow. She fucked herself hard with her fist.

Wayne's jism almost filled Antonella's mouth but she didn't 
swallow a drop of it. Instead  she tore her mouth from his cock 
and tilted her head back as she opened her mouth wide. She  
was cumming so violently that it was hard to keep control of what 
she was doing, but  Antonella used all her willpower not to spill or 
swallow a drop of the salty, luscious cock- cream that filled her 
mouth. She pointed Mark's gigantic cock right at her open, cum-
filled  mouth instead, flickering her silver-coated tongue out to 
bring him over the edge.

"Damn 'Nella!" he husked as his cock began to spurt thick 
plumes of jism into her beslimed  mouth. "What the hell are you 
doing? You trying to stock a lake in there?"

Antonella hardly heard him speak. Her hips were flipping against 
the blonde slave's  slavering face, and she was dragging the 
bitch's head back and forth over the creaming gash  of her pussy. 
Karen's slobber speckled Antonella's dark pussy-fur and mixed 
with her cunt- juice as it slid down over the prone girl's face and 
tits. Antonella was cuming nonstop with  such powerful muscular 
contractions that she was capturing Karen's tongue inside her 
cunt  with each hard squeeze. Karen slurped at her pussy-lips 
and worried her clit as a dog would a  bone. She seemed to be 
trying to wash every inch of Antonella's twitching cunt with her  
dexterous tongue.

Karen could feel Antonella's climaxes cresting just as her own 
began to build. She worked  more frantically at the brunette's cunt 
and drove her fist into her own cunt harder and faster.  The lust 
and agony were driving her wild. Her body shivered uncontrollably 
and she plied  Antonella's cunt as though she wanted to devour it. 
She was losing herself entirely in giving  the cruel woman the 
pleasure she wanted.
"Oh shit, 'Nella, you're wild!" Wayne groaned as he saw the sexy 
brunette's pretty cheeks  swell with the added cum Mark was 
showering into her mouth. "What are you going to do  with that? 
You guys!"

Antonella's cheeks were bursting with the two heavy loads of 
cream. The mix of their cum  was drooling out over the corners of 
her mouth and was starting to curtain over her whole  lower lip. If 
not for the fact that they'd both cum several times already, she 
could never have  held it all. Now, as her orgasms began to fade 
slightly, she knew it was time to give her little  blonde piggie her 
prize.

Karen gasped with surprise and pain when Antonella slammed 
one high-heeled foot into  the soft incline of her stomach. Sh 
reared back from the dark-haired woman, and then Antonella 
landed the sharp tip of one high heel in-to the soft firmness of her 
right tit. The  tearing pain made Karen scream as she fell over.

Antonella dived on the hapless blonde like a bird of prey, 
grabbing her head and pulling it  up as she slammed her mouth 
against the gasping one of her victim. 

She let the cum boil from  her mouth into Karen's and began to 
climax all over again as she stared into the panic- stricken, 
lustazed eyes of her pet bitch. Karen began to choke and 
struggle, but her heaving  body couldn't dislodge the powerful grip 
Antonella had her locked in.

"Fuck!" Mark said, his voice filled with admiration, his cock, 
impossibly, filling with steel  once more. "I'd never guessed this. 
Antonella, you're a genius. I could almost love you!"

Antonella smiled as she spat Mark's cum in-to the mouth of her 
blonde victim because she  knew she's already entrapped Mark 
almost as fully as the piggish blonde cunt beneath her. 
She  grabbed the slender wrist that Karen slammed into her 
bedraggled cunt and hurried its  motion, driving Karen's arm 
deeper and harder into her body. She watched thejerk of muscle  
in the poor girl's twisted arm and hoped she wasn't doing any 
permanent damage. She wanted  to be able to go on hurting 
Karen for a very long time.

Karen wasn't sure she existed anymore. Someone had just torn 
her arm from its socket,  and Antonella's wondrous mouth must 
have just grown two cocks because she was feeding a  double 
dose of juicy, sticky cum down her throat. Karen choked and 
coughed, but Antonella  knew that she really wanted it all and 
kept their mouths locked firmly together. She wasn't  going to let 
Karen lose one drop of the lip-smacking good jism, and Karen 
burned with pride  that he lady would take such good care of her.

And more than that. Antonella was pulling it, twisting it, turning it 
until it could go farther  into her pur  . And she was helping her 
fuck her fist in a  ut. She must have known that  however much 1 
hurt, however much it felt as though her cunt was being 
perforated, that she wanted it harder, wanted it meaner, wanted it 
to hurt just a little bit worse.

Antonella fucked Karen's arm murderously into her blonde cunt, 
watching the arm turn  silver and red as she plunged it more 
savagely inside the girl with every thrust. She sucked  Karen's 
tongue inside her mouth so the girl could clean away the last of 
the cum she'd held  there, and she spat into' the girl's open 
mouth to give her any of the jism that might have  slithered 
farther down her throat. She wrapped her long, lush legs around 
one of Karen's  longer, slimmer ones and rubbed her cunt against 
the widow slave's svelte, satiny thigh. She  raked the vicious 
fingernails of one hand over Karen's bouncy, heaving tits and flat, 
silky  stomach. She came over and over and over again. She 
wanted to torture this stuck-up blonde  cunt forever.

"You piggish, sluttish cunt!" Antonella screamed right into Karen's 
ear as sh finally pulled  her mouth away. She untwisted herself 
from the blonde's body and let go of her arm and  rolled away 
from her. She let her rage flow through her now, wanting to work 
herself into  the state of excitement she'd need to use her whip 
just right.

Karen was a fucking beauty. Even now, stained with every kind of 
sex-juice and soaked  with piss, with her body bruised and 
scratched and her hair hanging limp and matted, she was 
ravishing. Her tits, scratched and dirtied  and reddened, were firm 
as big rubber balls. Her quivering, flat tummy was covered by the  
sweetest down, and her ass-cheeks were perfectly round and firm 
and muscled. And her cunt,  even after Mark had ravaged it with 
his horse cock, even while Karen ground half her arm in- side it, 
was sweet and hot. Karen might be a slut and a pig and a whore, 
but she was also a  beauty.

"You pig!" Antonella shrieked, uncoiling her killer whip and 
admiring Karen's rutting,  sexy body. She hoped she got the 
chance to do all sorts of nasty things to it. "I've hated you  for 
years, pig. And now you're not oinking. You're not even fucking 
oinking!"

Karen felt a chffl of panic go through her along with a burst of 
shame at having failed to  do what her lady asked. She wanted to 
explain that it was impossible to oink when her mouth  was full of 
cum,but she knew that it was a poor excuse. She quivered in fear 
of her just  punishment. And she kept plugging her forearm into 
her pussy, cumming without end.

"Bitch pig!" Antonella screamed. She straddled Karen's stained, 
panting face and flailed the  whip against the helpless woman's 
quivering thighs. '4Oink, you rotten slut. Oink and beg me  to 
whip your ass!"

"Mistress-" Karen pleaded, but then her voice was cut off as 
Antonella let loose a flood of  piss into her face.

Antonella whipped Karen brutally as she pissed into her face. 
She let the metal tips of the  whip scour the long, lean, 
thoroughbred legs of the deranged blonde, then played them 
more  lightly across her trembling stomach and jouncing tits. She 
was frustrated in her attempts to  give Karen's cunt a good 
whipping because of the way the widow's fist was spearing into 
her  pussy, so she had to content herself with ripping the golden 
hair from the straining bitch's  sensitive pussy-mound. Soon 
Karen's helplessly thrashing body was blotched with the angry  
red wounds the whip inflicted.

Karen cried in pain and lust, wondering what terrible thing she'd 
done to make her deserve  what was happening. Her body blazed 
with pain and her cunt felt like one great festering  wound, but 
she was still cumming madly and she couldn't force herself to pull 
her fist, her  own fist, from her body. 

She drank down Antonella's piss as if it were the most priceless  
champagne in the world. She gargled with it and cupped it in her 
tongue and wallowed in it.  She wished she were dead.

And even after the pissing stopped, Antonella kept beating her, 
and she kept driving her  hand inside her demolished, spasming 
cunt. The men laughed and Karen called her names, and the first 
time the cruel whip bit into the skin of  her pretty face, Karen's 
cunt clasped so tightly around her hand that she could no longer 
move  it. 

Pussy-juice squirted out around the plug of her wrist and her hips 
shot above the floor as  her fist pounded remorselessly on. And 
she didn't even hear the plant's dozens of workers  begin to 
gather outside.

CHAPTER SIX


Karen didn't resist or complain as Antonella dragged her across 
the room by her leash and  dumped her in a sunken tub. She felt 
her battered, overstrained muscles easing with the  soothing 
influence of th hot water. Antonella dumped soap over her and 
made her wash  herself. By the time she stepped from the tub 
she felt almost like a human being.

The bath had washed the filth and slime from her body, but 
nothing could take away the  things she'd experienced during the 
last few hours, the things she'd found out about herself.  She was 
a rutting, wanton animal, and it hadn't taken that much of an effort 
on the part of her  captors to bring out the slut that dwelled inside 
her. She had cum more often and more  powerfully than any of 
the people abusing her. She was nothing more than a dirty 
whore.

She wondered at the idea that she'd thought she could run her 
husband's company. That  kind of thing seemed a million miles 
away from her now. Mark could do those kind of things,  and 
Antonella. She was a fuck, a dumping ground for jism and pussy-
cream and piss. The  office they'd given her was nothing more 
than her own private whore house.

"We're going to dress you up so pretty," Antonella cooed 
mockingly in Karen's ear as she led her out of the tub and made 
her stand up  straight at the edge of the pool. "We're going to 
dress you up like a pretty little whore so all  the men will want to 
fuck you. Won't you like that?"

Karen wasn't sure what Antonella was talking about. She tried to 
stand very still, though,  as the sexy brunette wrapped a thin 
leather band tightly around her tits and lifted her feet one  at a 
time to pull lacy black panties up over her hips. 
She knew that if her lady wanted her to  move, she'd say so. 
Antonella pulled the leather top so tightly around the blonde's 
slender  frame that Karen groaned with pain and the silky white 
flesh of her tits squeezed out at the top  and bottom of the strap. 
And the panties were little more than a V-shaped strip of cloth,  
barely covering the blonde mound of her cunt and cutting 
between the firm cheeks of her ass  as soon as Antonella pulled 
them into place.

After that, the cruel brunette slipped high heels on Karen's feet 
and made up her face. The  high heels hurt Karen's feet but she 
didn't dare complain. And Antonella brushed Karen's  cheeks with 
dark rouge and colored her eyelids purple and painted her lips 
with thick red  lipstick. Karen knew that Antonella was dressing 
her up like a whore, but she didn't protest.  She was a whore, 
wasn't she?

"This way, piggie," Antonella said with a laugh, leading Karen by 
her leash to a device that  looked like the outline of a seesaw. 
She made Karen lean down over it and hooked her feet in  tight 
stirrups at the bottom. "Can you oink for me, piggie? Just a little 
oink, please?"

Antonella's long, sharp fingernails bit into Karen's nipples as she 
asked the question and  the confused blonde widow knew that 
she was going to be hurt unless she did as the cruel  brunette 
asked. 

She oinked for her, bleating as she guessed a pig would. 
Antonella smiled her  approval and lifted Karen's hands over her 
head to cuff them securely on the far end of the  seesaw. Karen 
was now locked into place on the metal structure, her weight 
balanced on the  railing beneath her feet.

Antonella felt a wave of lust sizzle through her body as she 
looked at the helpless blonde  bitch strapped to the seesaw. 
With her arms lifted over her head her tits stood out even higher  
and more full than usual, and the sharp inward curve of her waist 
was accentuated. And on the  seesaw, all of her orifices were left 
avallable while she was completely helpless. The men who  
worked at the plant, or a few dozen of them anyway, were in for a 
treat of a lifetime today.

"Do you like your new toy, piggie?" Antonella asked, tickling her 
cruel nails teasingly  over Karen's helpless body. "It's just like a 
real seesaw, except that we can flip you all the  way around. And 
there's a hinge in the middle we can snap loose if we want to 
bend you over.  And see how your feet are bound together? Well 
that makes your pink little blonde cunt so  much tighter than 
already is that you and the men are just going to scream. You're 
probably  going to scream a little bit louder."

"What men?" Karen asked, mustering all the courage she could.

"Why, your new co-workers," Antonella answered, looking 
surprised. "Mark, Wayne, you  can bring them in now."

Terror tore through Karen as the words Antonella had spoken 
began to sink in. She twisted  her head to see the door of her 
office swing open. Mark smiled as the spacious room began to  
fill with men. Karen was certain she was staring into the face of 
her own death.

They came in all sizes and ages. Some of them leered openly at 
her sexy, bound body,  others sneaked furtive glances at her as 
they filed into the room. Some of the men called her  names or 
talked to others about some aspect of her face or body they 
found interesting while  others studied her in lustful silence. Soon 
the office was filled and Karen could hear dozens  more in the 
hallway outside the room. Had they invited the entire plant to be a 
part of her  degradation? 

Karen couldn't believe what was happening.

"I assume you all know who this is," Mark said simply, a path 
clearing for him as he made  his way over to stand next to 
Antonella. "Most of you hated this blonde bitch's husband for  
years. I'll bet every man of you who saw this tightassed whore 
has had wet-dreams about her.  Well, I told you that things were 
going to be different around here once I took over. Karen  here is 
the first proof of that. You guys can consider yourselves off for 
the rest of the day,  with pay. She'll be here for you from now on, 
so don't fight over her. Everybody's going to  get their turns.

For an instant none of the men spoke. Even seeing the luscious, 
lithe body of the blonde  widow spread helplessly before them 
they couldn't seem to believe their good luck. A couple  of them 
started to step forward, but when they was that their fellow 
workers weren't  following suit, they held back. Karen wondered if 
she were going to be saved from the  inhuman gang-rape Mark 
had planned for her.

Then Antonella stepped forward. She grabbed the top of the 
seesaw and pulled it over, and  Karen was sent spinning in tight 
circles. The sexy brunette let Karen spin around a dozen  times, 
then stopped her again. 

Karen was dizzy and felt a little sick to her stomach. Her mouth  
hung limply open as Antonella clamped her own over it.

"Kiss me, bitch!" Antonella hissed as she speared her tongue 
deeply into Karen's throat.  "Suck on my spit!"

Antonella jammed her hand roughly between Karen's legs, 
squeezing her fingers between  her thighs and scratching them 
over the fat, pink lips of Karen's cunt. Her other hand twisted  in 
Karen's hair, turning her'head so all the men who surrounded 
them could  see the perverse kiss they were sharing. 
Karen felt her whole body flush with shame, but her  pussy began 
to squirrn under Antonella's rough caress.

"Come and get a feel, guys!" Antonella shouted, pulling her 
mouth off Karen's, turning to  stare at the assembled men with 
fire in her eyes. "You've got to get the stuck-up bitch  screaming 
for cock before you start feeding it to her. Touch her, kiss her, 
suck her! Make her  hot, you stupid bastards!"

"Right," Wayne growled. "First off get her begging for cock, then-"

Mark cut in mildly."I do think you men ought to get started. Time's 
wasting, and I'm willing to offer a  thousand-dollar bonus to the 
first man who makes Karen scream her little slut's ass off."

At Mark's words the men surged forward as one, and Antonella 
had to duck out of their  way to avoid being crushed by them. 
Karen couldn't  escape, and she watched through slitted eyes as 
the men came at her from every direction.  There were so many 
of them, and they all wanted to fuck her. She didn't know how she 
would  ever survive.

Hands closed over her leather-bound tits, and hands squeezed 
the firm cheeks of her ass.  Her hair was wrapped in five or six 
different hands and her head was pulled first in one  direction and 
then another. A hand stroked the sleek curve of her collared 
throat. Fingers  tickled the sensitive soles of her feet. 

Hands played along the plush valley of her stomach and  the 
slender curves of her thighs and the satiny hillocks of her flanks. 
A hand traced her ripe  red lips and a finger twisted her nose this 
way and that. 

Karen opened her mouth to scream,  but a pair of hands invaded 
her mouth before she could and began to stroke her teeth and  
tongue.
Karen thrashed in her bonds but she was tied so tightly on the 
seesaw that she barely  moved. There were hundreds of hands 
pawing on her body now, pulling her tender flesh. The  tight 
leather strap was pulled down from over her nipples and fingers 
immediately went to  work on the nubs, twisting and crushing 
them.

Pain flared from her tits. Other hands were hard at work on the 
panties Antonella had fitted her with. They were pulled out from 
her body and the men groaned in a collective burst of lust at their 
first peek of Karen's pink-lipped, blonde-furred cunt. In an instant 
a dozen  sets of hands fought for position in the tiny valley of her 
crotch.

"She's so fucking sexy," someone muttered close by her ear. A 
moment later she felt a  tongue in that same ear, slurping over 
the gentie outer curve before a set of teeth bit hard on  the same 
spot. "You're such a sexy bitch. I've wanted to fuck your creamy 
ass ever since the  first time your old man brought you swinging it 
in here!'

Karen wanted to cry out to the men, to beg them to stop, but all 
forms of communication  had been robbed from her. Now other 
men began to fasten their mouths as well as their hands  on her 
body, and Karen screamed in agony. Four or five mouths were 
locked onto each  quivering cheek of her ass. Her nipples were 
popped into two mouths, and others circled the  nipple suckers, 
biting and licking the bulging flesh of her tits.  -

Mouths bit into the shuddering flesh of her belly and the sensitive 
hollows of her arms and  knees. Teeth nibbled at her shuddering 
tanned thighs and slender, shapely arms. Mouth after  mouth 
clamped over her red-streaked lips, and tongue after tongue was 
forced down her  throat. Mouths slobbered over her cheeks and 
nose and ears and chin. Mouths suckled at her  toes and fingers.

"Please. . " Karen whimpered in between the penetrating kisses 
the men were forcing on  her. "I can't take this. No woman could 
survive this."

"Sure you can!" a fat man husked as he clamped his mouth over 
hers. He smelled of  alcohol and tobacco and his tongue was like 
a fat, stubby worm as it probed inside her sweet  mouth. "A 
nympho cunt like you should be able to go weeks straight without 
a break!"

"And you're going to get a chance to prove it, you fucking hot-
assed cow!" Another man  added as he replaced the fat man's 
mouth with his own.

Karen couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Five tongues were wiggling 
over the pink lips of  her cunt, three fr6m the front and two from 
behind. Fingers from four different hands  sloshed up inside her. 
Fingers from two other hands were pistoning in and out of her 
clasping  asshole, and tongues were washing her ass-crack while 
others bit deeply into the cheeks. Juice  was pouring from her in 
response to all the action, but Karen was beyond excitement. 

The  feeling of being pawed and abused by a hundred men at 
once put the blonde widow beyond  fuck-lust, beyond any feeling 
besides that of being completely overwhelmed by sensation.

And yet Karen was getting hot. Her cunt was twitching as pussy-
cream flowed down her thighs, and her ass-cheeks were flexing 
with  each agonizing bite of a workman's teeth into her silky skin. 
Her tits were swollen with lust  and she urged them toward the 
hordes of mouths that descended on them to bite and slobber,  
the hands that came to maul and twist. And she kissed the men 
back freely now, her tongue  wrapping about the ones that 
invaded her mouth, her throat gulping down the spit that each  
man fed her.

"She's getting turned on," Mark observed from the sidelines. He 
was toying with An- tonella's big tits while she stroked his cock. 
"Keep it up. Drive her out of her mind!"

Karen wondered crazily why Mark would tell them to do 
something that they'd already  done. She wiggled her hips back 
and forth and wondered why all the men were so intent on  
hurting her. They bit her and slapped her and pinched her tender 
flesh, They twisted her from  one side to the other as though she 
were a rag doll instead of a woman. Suddenly a man  fastened 
his lips to her blonde cunt-hair and pulled out a thatch, causing 
Karen to shriek in  anguish. Then they all began to bite out her 
pussy-fur.

Karen screamed in torment, her eyes opening wide, her face 
twisted into a mask of  unbelievable pain. She jerked her body 
frantically against her bonds and threw her head from side to 
side. Each mouthful of cunt-hair that  was ripped out of her sent a 
dagger of molten pain through her pussy. Her cunt went into  
seizures and spurted juice in an effort to ease the suffering. Her 
limber body contorted in its  bonds as her satiny skin glistened 
with sweat.

Cocks began to appear around her, surrounding her sweat-
drenched face, pointing like  spears at her captive body. The men 
tilted the seesaw until they could rub their cocks over her  pretty 
face. The man driving his tongue down her unresisting throat 
pulled away and immediately a dozen cocks smudged the caked 
red lipstick over her face. 

Karen shut her mouth  tight for an instant, terrified at the thought 
of all those cocks fighting for a spot inside her tiny  throat, but 
then a man took another bite of her golden pussy-fur and Karen 
screamed. A cock  slid into her mouth and almost instantly began 
to shoot.

Karen choked on the unexpected burst of jism. She tried to turn 
her head away from the  spasming cock but the men saw what 
was happening and several of them grabbed her shining  blonde 
hair and forced her face back around. The workman's cum filled 
Karen's mouth and  trickled down her cheeks and chin. She tried 
to swallow it, but less got down her throat than  slid over her 
upturned face. The men hooted and  jeered, and as soon as the 
man had finished spurting, the jism he'd shot over her face was  
smeared in by a rush of hard male cock.

Most of Karen's cunt-hair was gone now, scattered on the floor of 
her office or over her  trembling flesh. Her cunt-mound was red 
and bare and mouths were still working at it. Her  pussy-juice was 
licked up almost as soon as she spurted it, so her crotch was 
kept clean in spite  of her drooling cunt. Karen thought she was 
cumming but the pain and pleasure were so  mixed up in her 
mind now that she wasn't really sure. 

She knew that her clit was buzzing, and  her heart almost 
stopped when one of the men clamped his sharp teeth on it and 
bit her hard.  And she was drooling pussy-juice in a steady 
stream while her cunt clamped in a never-ending  series of 
quakes.

But no woman could enjoy this, she thought dimiy. No woman 
could enjoy being mauled  and battered by dozens of men. Her 
pussy-hair had been pulled out, strand by strand. Her tits  were 
covered with teeth marks and her tanned ass-cheeks were 
trickling blood in spots from  where they'd been bitten too hard. 

Her cunt was being worked over by five mouths and ten  fingers. 
Twenty cocks swished across the rise and fall of her pretty face. 
No woman could  cum while being mowed under by these men.

But she was.

"The cunt's getting off," one of the men shouted. Karen could feel 
his breath on her ass as  he spoke so she guessed it must be his 
three fingers that suddenly popped into her ass-chute.  "Miss 
high-class-boss-wife is getting off."

The men cheered and called her names and called her names 
and a couple leaned in and  spat in her face. Karen cringed, but 
she couldn't stop the wriggling of her body. The men  were right, 
she was cumming. They were driving her out of her mind. 
Another cock began to  shoot in her face, and its owner didn't 
even try to stuff it in her mouth. He just let his jism  throb out over 
her eyebrows and into the shiny mass of golden hair. The 
remaining men  smeared the cum into an even gloss on her face. 
Karen squeezed her thighs tightly together as  another climax 
slammed through her body.

Without warning, a man straddled her and smashed her 
tenderized tits together around his  cock. Karen's breath caught 
in her throat and she howled with pain as the additional weight  
pulled at her bound wrists and ankles. Other men stepped closer 
and steered the leaking heads  of their cocks around her erect 
pink nipples. Karen felt the cool trickle of pre-cum on her  heaving 
tits and knew that all three men were close to cumming.

The man reaming her asshole with his fingers added a fourth, 
and Karen groaned in pain.  Fear froze her mind as she realized 
what was next, but her body continued to squirm as the man  
formed his hand into a fist and began to ram it up her ass. Karen 
shrieked and twisted in  delirium against her steel bonds. Her 
cunt blasted pussy-juice so forcefully into the faces of  the men 
tonguing her that they drew back, thinking she was pissing.

Karen's body was a sheen of glistening sweat as she strained 
hopelessly against the metal  seesaw. Her face was a living 
contortion of agony and ecstasy. She gasped for breath hoarsely  
and bleated at the men who engulfed her. 
The man fucking between her tits came, showering  the valley of 
her throat with his cum, and the two men at her nipples followed 
him instants  later, leaving streamers of oozing white slime to 
decorate her bouncing tits.

The fist up her asshole was tearing her apart. It was as bad as 
fucking Mark's cock, worse  even, because at least Mark's 
horrible cock had been fucking a hole that was meant to be  
fucked. Now a fist bludgeoned into her cunt too, and Karen 
writhed hiplessly between the two  battering intrusions. Her cunt 
gobbled at the fist in her cunt, and she shrieked like a dying cat  
as a whirlwind orgasm blew through her.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, and a cock blasted in her face, 
webbing her lips together and  painting her tongue silver. "Fuck 
my cunt and ass  and mouth! Fuck me a thousand times!"

Mark smiled at her, catching her eye as he nodded for the men to 
let her loose.

"They will," he said, and his words made Karen convulse with 
lust. Five hundred men  worked in her dead husband's plant. 
Karen wondered how many of them were going to get to  use her 
body.


CHAPTER SEVEN


Karen expected to hit the floor with a bang, but instead she never 
hit the floor at all.  Instead the men caught her, grabbing her by 
her arms and legs and by her tits and cunt and  ass-cheeks and 
hair, and pulled her away from the machine. They dropped her 
onto a massive  waterbed and before Karen could even catch her 
breath, she was engulfed by male flesh. A  cock slammed into 
her cunt on the first bounce of her ass against the wavy bed. 
Her hands  were fitted around fat pricks, and a hand that smelled 
rank and felt wet brushed her lips.  Karen's eyes fluttered open to 
see the leering face of the man who'd fist-fucked her ass.

"Suck my hand clean," he ordered, thrusting his fingers between 
Karen's parted, gasping  lips.

Karen went to work immediately, her tongue flickering slavishly 
around the dank- smelling, shiny-tasting' digits. And she jerked 
on the cocks that filled her hands and bucked  against the cock 
that was entering her cunt from behind. Another man leaned over 
her body  and wedged his cock beneath the one fucking her cunt, 
pushing his own fat prick into Karen's  ass. She squealed with 
pain. The man behind her was  fucking her cunt and the one in 
front her ass. The fingers of the man who'd fist-fucked her ass 
were pulled from her mouth and Karen barely saw the cock that 
took its place. 

Soon  cocks were poking all over her face. When Karen looked 
up all she could see was a forest of  hard pricks. They dripped 
fuck-lube all over her Other cocks were rubbing along every inch  
of her body, glazing her with their pre-cum.

The men in her cunt and ass came quickly and were pulled from 
her by other workers.  Hands twisted her body onto its side and 
two more ment slipped between her tanned thighs.  This time the 
man behind her fucked her ass and the man in front her cunt. 
Cum splattered  down her arms from the men whose cocks she 
was jerking off and more cocks took their  place, bulging between 
Karen's sperm-soiled fingers. A cock erupted across he stomach,  
branding her with thick stripes of white goo. A man's cock 
exploded down her throat and she  swallowed every drop of his 
cuin. A man came in her ear and his jism filled the tiny cavity  and 
hung from her lobe like an earring, until it broke free to soil her 
shoulder.

"This bitch is hot as hell!" one of the men said wonderingly. "Did 
she fuck her old man to  death or what?"

Karen screeched at the degrading question and took another 
cock into her mouth. Cocks slid into the shallow hollows under 
her arms and a man pressed her feet together to jack  his cock 
off between them. A man wrapped his legs around her heaving 
stomach and fucked  the tip of his cock into her navel, knocking 
the breath from her lungs. Cocks rubbed along her  hips and 
thighs and four or five men beat off with the shining strands of her 
beautiful blonde  hair. Two cocks rubbed over her lips even as 
she sucked one into her throat-. Her face  dripped with sparkling 
fuck-lube.

The men in her cunt and ass fired off at almost the same instant 
and Karen thrashed like a  wounded animal between them. Her 
cunt gushed out juices, both hers and the men's who had  fucked 
her. She mewled insanely around the cock throbbing in her throat 
and brought the  cocks in her hands closer to her face so they 
could spurt on her when they came.

More cocks slipped into her body, one in her cunt and one up her 
ass. There was no  shortage of prick-meat waiting to fuck her 
over today. Karen wondered how much of it she  could take 
before she passed out, how much she could take before it killed 
her. Her cunt was  already sore and her asshole felt numb and 
loosened beyond repair.

The man fucking her navel erupted and his jism clogged the 
delicate cup of her navel  before it spread over her heaving 
stomach and down  her sides where other cocks already fucked. 
A man rubbing his cock into her face spurted  too, aiming his 
cock first up one of Karen's nostrils and then the other so she 
could smell  nothing but his fuck-slime, suck his greasy goo down 
through the roof of her mouth every  time she snorted with 
excitement.
Karen couldn't keep track of all the things the men were doing to 
her body anymore.  Someone had taken off his belt and was 
beating her ass into one massive red welt. The guy  who'd held 
her feet together squirted his jism all over her toes and then her 
legs were bent  back so that two cocks could fit into the hollows 
behind her knees.

The guy sawing his cock between her lips erupted his jism into 
her mouth and she didn't  even try to swallow it. Some drooled 
down her throat, but most simply filled her mouth and  spilled out 
over her face in a wave when another man yanked h face to one 
side. Three cocks  started rubbing back and forth across her lips 
at once, none of them entering her mouth.  Karen licked and 
kissed them frantically, starving for more hot male jism.

Another cock fucked between her tits, and cocks erupted in her 
pretty blonde hair. A man  was rubbing his cock back and forth 
between her shoulder blades and Karen's body burst in  orgasm 
when she felt the gooey caress of his jism  on her back. Her cunt 
and asshole flexed powerfully against the men fucking them. Her  
clit felt as though it were on fire. A man had cum just rubbing his 
cock on her back.

"The bitch is going nuts!" an older man, one of the foreman, 
gasped. He grabbed one of  the whips from the wall. "Get her up 
on her knees. Turn her over, damn it!"

The men laughed as Karen writhed uncontrollably under their 
fucking. The three cocks  that were rubbing across Karen's face 
erupted, drowning her pretty features under a drizzle  of cum. The 
men fucking her cunt and asshole rolled with her as men gripping 
her ass and tits  and cum-matted hair pulled her over onto her 
knees. Jism and pussy-juice poured from her  cunt with her 
change of position and she howled as her orgasm continued to 
build, peaking  and cresting and peaking again in a never-ending 
rush of lust.
As soon as she was rolled to her hands and knees, men pulled 
her up by her hair. In an  instant she was crouching low on the 
cocks hammering into her cunt and asshole and there was  
enough room for a man on his knees in front of her to fuck his 
cock up between her tits.  Other men crowded around her cum-
slimed, upturned face and took turns sticking their cocks  down 
her unresisting throat. The foreman uncoiled his whip, and the 
man who'd been  beating Karen with his belt reached for one too. 
She squirmed through her damning,  destroying climax, oblivious 
to their intentions.

"Taste hot leather bitch!" the foreman screamed as he slashed 
the leather strap across  Karen's vulnerable, cum-stained 
shoulders. "You lusting, dirty whore!"

Karen screamed in agony when the leather thongs at the tip of 
the whip raked across the  pure, tanned skin of her back. She 
thrashed against the restraining bodies of the men, but they  
crowded closer and held her still. The other man lashed out next, 
and his whip put a vivid red  stripe across Karen's lower back. 
Then it was Lindy again. In moments Karen's back was a  crazy 
roadmap of intersecting red welts.

Men grabbed her hands and made her steer their cocks over her 
face. She already had  three cocks taking turns in her mouth so 
she had to work on the new pair with just her hands  and the 
befouled skin of her face. 

Karen remained as she was, raised on her haunches, until  two 
more men came to take their places. She immediately began to 
impale herself on their  thick staffs, groaning and muttering like a 
crazy woman and bathing their cocks and balls with  her slick 
juices and the jism of the men who'd cum before them.

Men knelt at either side of her, braving the nearby slashes of the 
whips, and fucked their cocks up into her armpits. 
Karen tightened her arms against her sides and squirmed her  
body against them, and they groaned with building lust. She 
poked the cocks in her hands over  her eyes and lips and cheeks 
and ears and jerked them until they spilled their jism all over her  
face. 

Her beautiful features were already clot. ted with cum and fuck-
lube, and the new fuck-slime puddled on her face and then 
slipped down into her tangled, matted hair and onto her  
shoulders. By degrees the men were painting her white with their 
cum.

"More!" she whimpered, jerking back and forth with the fucking 
rhythm of the cocks in  her cunt and ass, flicking her tongue from 
her mouth to tease an orgasm out of another man.  "Fuck me 
harder! More! Fuck me! Fuck!"

"Beat you?" Lindy called, laying his whip across her beaten, 
straining back. "Beat you until  you bleed?"

"Beat me to death!" Karen screeched as the cock erupted against 
her lips, filling her mouth  with jism that rolled unheeded back out 
of her mouth and down over her chin. "Beat me until  I die! Fuck 
me until I die!"

The two men whipped her harder even though Karen's bronzed 
back was already spotting  with tiny, red drops of blood. She 
stared madly back over her shoulder at the men who were  
torturing her, her eyes glaring out from a slimy mask  of cum. 

Lindy aimed his whip higher and cut the lashes across her cheek. 
Karen howled as  the pain ravaged her and the inferno of her 
orgasm flared hotter.

"Again! Hit me fucking again!"

"Fuck you, bitch!" Lindy screeched. "I'll beat your ass to death 
and then fuck your filthy  cunt!"

Lindy brought the whip back and forth across her cheeks while 
the other man whipped her  back. The men fucking her armpits 
came at the sight, splashing their jism into the hollows  beneath 
her shoulders. Their sticky goo slid back down her shuddering 
sides and slender  arms. Each time the whip hit Karen's face, 
jism splashed across the room.

"You bitch!" Lindy shouted, and he threw the whip at Karen. The 
handle hit her in the  temple and knocked her over. "You stinking, 
whorish cunt! You corrupt, filthy harlot!"

"Oh yes!" Antonella whispered to Mark and Wayne. "We 
definitely need to keep him a  regular visitor."

Before Karen could rise back up from the blow, Lindy leapt atop 
her dazed, lusting body  and buried his cock in her cunt. He 
pulled her off the bed and to her feet and another man  closed in 
behind her to fuck her up her ass. Men on either side grabbed her 
sperm-soaked  hands and clamped them tightly around their 
cocks. 

Karen realized dully that she had been borne aloft, that ber 
weight was being fully  supported by the cocks fucking into her 
ass and cunt and the hands that were jammed roughly  into the 
creases of her jism-fouled armpits.

The pain was terrible, worse by far than the whipping had been, 
even when Lindy had  aimed his whip at her face. Karen howled 
her pain, but her hips kept jerking back and forth  between the 
two cocks. Her hands never stopped moving over the leaking 
pricks that filled  them. She thrashed her whip-stung and jism-
covered face back and forth, and Lindy released  her arms to 
grab her jouncing tits. 
He sank his dirty fingernails into her tender flesh and held  her 
high. Karen screamed again and Lindy ducked his head to suck 
and bite at her nipples.

"You'd better watch out!" Antonella cautioned, sliding atop Mark 
so that she could take his  monstrous cock inside her. "If they're 
not careful, your men could really damage her. And if  she's going 
to be damaged, I'd rather it be us who did it."

"That's what we're here for," Mark groaned as he felt the velvet 
flesh of Antonella's tight  cunt on the throbbing stalk of his cock. 
"So far everything's going just the way we want."

Karen screeched in pain and orgasm as she was borne about the 
room by the two cocks  fucking her body apart. Her cunt and 
asshole  had to be tearing under the stress of supporting the 
whole weight of her body. The pain  was so extreme that Karen's 
cunt convulsed on the cock impaling it. 

Her cunt cramped against  this newest outrage and Karen 
wrenched her body so wildly that she pulled free of the  horrible 
grips Lindy had on her tits. She spun on the two cocks and her 
head struck the wood  floor. 

Only after a man knelt atop her and forced his cock between her 
open lips did Karen  realize that neither the cock in her cunt nor 
the one in her ass had slipped out.

The two men whose cocks she'd released when she fell, crowded 
back around her and she  grabbed for their pricks again, hoping 
that no one would punish her for letting go of them,  hoping that 
someone would. 

As she rubbed them over her cheeks, both began to jerk, and her  
face was hosed with another twin burst of luck-slime.

She dragged the cocks over her face, rubbing their cum into a 
sheen on her features. Old  jism mixed with new, the mixture at 
once crusty and sticky and wet. The man forcing her to  suck him 
came in her mouth and Karen let his jism bubble down her throat 
and out the  corners of her lips.

Lindy cursed her as he came, and he pulled his cock out of the 
upturned, drooling mouth of her cunt to let his jism burn down 
onto her helpless face. The man fucking her ass kept his cock 
inside her, but her ass-chute was  already so full of jism that the 
fresh load squirted back out of her asshole and dribbled  between 
her ass-cheeks and down her back. Her cunt was leaking cum, 
too, drooling it down  over the stinging flesh of her freshiy 
denuded cunt and and the trembling firmness of her  stomach.

A man stepped in jo take over for the workman who'd cum in 
Karen's ass, and two men  bent her knees over their thrusting 
cocks. While Lindy still blocked the way to her cunt,  letting his 
jism drool onto her pretty, slimy face, all three of the men 
orgasmed. 

The men  fucking behind her knees coated her legs with a silvery 
sheen that dripped down her body.  The man in her ass blasted 
so strongly into her asshole that it felt like she was receiving a  
cumwad enema. 

When he pulled out of her, he looked for a clean spot to rub his 
cock off on,  but there was none. Karen's whole body was 
covered with the cum-juice of the plant's work  force.

"Sleazy harlot!" Lindy shouted down into Karen's bleary, 
uncomprehending face. "Cor- rupted, slovenly slut! Have you had 
enough?"

Karen felt a new cock sliding into her reamedout ass and tried to 
make sense of what the  funny old man was screaming at her. 
She thought she recognized him, a skinny old man  named Lindy 
who'd helped run    who'd helped run somebody's plant for them. 
Karen  wasn't sure anymore. She wished that she could answer 
him. And her cunt was itching so  badly.

She couldn't squeeze her asshole or cunt around the cocks that 
speared inside her anymore.  She guessed that they were tired 
out. She hope that it wouldn't make the men so bored that  they'd 
stop fucking her, because they hadn't scratched half her itch yet. 
And her tongue and  lips felt numb and slimy and tired, but she 
hoped more of them would fuck her throat because  she wanted 
to drink some more cum.

"I asked you a question, whore!" Lindy thundered. He held his fat, 
limp cock toward her  gasping, mired face. "Have you had 
enough? Do you want some more?"

"If her slut's ears are filled with cum, let us clean them out!" Lindy 
made the pronouncement, and then he began to hose his piss 
directly into the maddened blonde's cum-encrusted  face.

"All right, Lindy!" one man shouted. "Drink piss, you whore!"

"Yeah!" another man added. "So much for you and your fucking 
high-class old man. Now  you're getting a jism facial and a piss 
shower to wash it off in. How you like it, bitch?"

"More!" Karen screamed, writhing free of the man who was 
fucking her ass. As she  squirmed away from him across the 
floor, his cock jerked wildly and he began to cum. 

His  jism spotted the already soiled curve of her ass. 

"Fuck me, suck me, piss on me, beat me!  Please do something, 
damn you. Do something!"

"I'll do something," a man laughed, stepping closer to her frenzied 
body and pulling out  his cock. "I'll piss on you, just like old Lindy. 
Maybe that'll cool your bot ass down!"

"Yes!" Karen hissed, clawing at her battered, reddened tits with 
her fingernails and  bucking off the floor, her cunt-lips snapping 
open and shut. "Piss on me! All of you, more of  you, all of you. 
Everybody, piss on the whore! Piss on the slut!"

Dozens of the men stepped forward to do as Karen begged, but 
even more simply stood in  awe of the fiery lust that possessed 
the blonde widow. 

She writhed like a tortured snake  beneath the torrent of piss, her 
slick, wettened thighs rubbing together, one hand tearing at  her 
tits while the other tore at her cunt. 

Lindy's piss hadn't been enough to penetrate all the  layers of 
jism that caked Karen's face, but as more men stepped up to 
help, the slime sloughed  away, revealing the whip-welted, 
sensual face of the demented blonde. Even Antonella and  Mark 
were shocked at the intensity of her orgasm.

Karen undulated across the wood floor, unmindful of the chafing 
of the rough wood against her tender skin, her mouth gaping  
open so that she could catch the maximum amount of piss. 

She dug her fist into her cunt and  began to fist-fuck herself, and 
then she bent over and began to force her other hand up the  
tighter channel of her ass. As the gallons of piss rained down 
atop her, Karen tumbled head  over heels across the floor, 
fucking her hands into her pussy and asshole at the same time.

"Fuck boss!" one of the men gasped. "What kind of whore is 
this?"

"The best kind," Mark answered drily, pulling his cock from 
Antonella's cunt so that they  could both save their orgasm for the 
beautiful blonde. "The kind who takes everything she  can, more 
than she can. The kind who'll eat your shit and thank you for 
beating her for it."

The men followed Karen, laughing at her as they pissed on her 
lust-wracked body. They  spit on her and called her names and 
kicked her when she floundered too close to a corner.  Men 
jerked off over her body and watched their cum being washed 
away by the piss that  splattered down from every direction. 

Men leaned over so that they could piss straight into  her gasping 
znouth and they kicked Karen in her tits or head when she 
couldn't swallow it all  and coughed acrid yellow piss out through 
her nose. Finally they tilted her up on her knees  and shoulders  
so they could whip her while she fucked her fists into her ass and 
cunt.

Mark watched it all with a smile. Karen's ass waved wildly back 
and forth as whips  flickered pain across the welted, tawny 
cheeks. Her cunt and asshole were both distended  insanely by 
the penetrations of her fists and she seemed intent on driving 
them farther inside  her with each new thrust. A man dropped 
down to sit on the floor in front of her and she took  his cock into 
her mouth without hesitation. A moment later his piss began to 
bubble out of her  nose and seep from the corners of her lips but 
she didn't pull her head away. Mark's smile  grew with every 
contraction of her throat as she drank the man's piss.

Karen was smiling too, smiling madly with the fuck-lust that had 
driven her mad. She  pounded her fists into her cunt and asshole 
and drank down the piss the man was shooting into  her throat. 
She wriggled her hips against the lashes that were being welded 
by the workmen  behind her. 

And she came. And she came. Her orgasms were never ending. 
Each one was  stronger than the last. It was like one eternal, 
ever-increasing orgasm. Karen didn't ever want  it to end. And 
when the man who'd pissed down her throat began to fuck her 
pissy mouth in  earnest, her smile grew even wider.


CHAPTER EIGHT


Karen was sitting atop a cock now, too tired to moye. Five cocks 
speared toward her face  and she switched from sucking one 
cock to another. A lot of the workmen had gone home  over the 
hours since Karen's mass abuse had begun, but a lot more had 
stayed. Karen wasn't  sure what time it was, but the light that had 
been slanting into the room from outside had  vanished a long 
time ago. It seemed to Karen that it must be very close to 
morning, but she  really wasn't sure. She guessed it shouldn't 
matter much to her what time it was anymore. It  was always time 
for cock.

A man groaned as he pulled Karen's unresisting mouth over the 
fat bulb head of his prick.  Her thick red lipstick smeared 
obscenely over the vein-lined stalk of his cock and he moaned  
again at the sight. How many times had Antonella replaced the 
blush on her cheeks, the  eyeshadow over her eyes, the lipstick 
on her trembling lips? Karen wasn't sure she  remembered 
anymore. She knew she'd had five trips to the tub, but that had 
been for the men  more than her. She couldn't stink too bad and 
she had to look pretty.

The man beneath her fired his cum up inside her aching cunt, 
and Karen suffered through another orgasm as he did. Her yelps 
were whining, pitiful things, and one of the men  standing next to 
her pulled her face all the way down the shaft of his cock to plug 
her throat  and shut her up. 
His cum began to boil directly down Karen's grasping throat and 
she  swallowed the pulsing waves. It was all she'd had to eat 
today, as the piss had been all she'd  had to drink.

"How does it feel, Karen?" Mark asked, walking close to her. She 
watched the bob and  sway of his massive cock with glittering, 
hungry eyes. "Are you still getting hot?"

Karen whined like a whipped puppy and reached for Mark's 
wonderful cock. He hd it just  out of her reach and shook his 
head. One of the men standing at her side erupted against her  
cheek and Karen clamped her mouth over the jerking prick, 
keeping her eyes on the massive,  cunt-ruining length of Mark's 
cock.

"All right, you guys!" Wayne shouted on a signal from Mark. 
"Everybody out. Mark  wants a private conference with the 
company whore. You guys can come back in a couple of  
minutes."

Karen suckled the last of the cum the man had to give her, and 
then he pulled away,  following the rest outside. Karen slumped 
against the floor and looked around, her face a  mask of 
puzzlement. Where was everybody? Why wasn't anyone fucking 
her, making her  suck their cocks  or their balls or their asses? No 
one was whipping her or pinching her tits. Where had  everybody 
gone?

"We've got to talk, Karen," Mark said simply. He nodded to 
Wayne and Wayne stood the  see-saw device up straight. "I've 
got some papers I want you to sign. Just a couple of them,  
really. One is to sign your husband's assets over to me, the other 
is to entrust your care to  Antonella. You do need care now, you 
know? Hard cocks in your cunt and ass and mouth.  You wanted 
to make the plant work better Karen. Remember?"

Karen whined and tried to reach for Mark's cock. Wayne held her 
back and dragged her  toward the see-saw. Why were they 
talking business to her? All she cared about was cock, any  cock, 
especially the wonderful, monstrous cock that was swinging back 
and forth between  Mark's hairy, muscular thighs. She knew now 
that all she was good for was fucking.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered as Wayne strapped her into the see-
saw. This time he spread  her arms and legs wide one the metal 
device. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me with your big cock!"

"We will!" Antonella hissed. "We'll both fuck you with Mark's big 
cock. This is your new office, Karen. We'll have fun here for a 
long time together, you and I and everyone we  can find for you. 
Won't that be fun?"

Karen looked blearily toward Antonella and her breath caught in 
her throat when she saw  that the beautiful brunette was wagging 
a cock every bit as long and hard as Mark's. Through  her haze of 
lust, pain and confusion Karen tried to figure out what was 
happening, but it was  beyond her. Most everything was beyond 
her anymore, she realized sadly, except what to do  with a big, 
hard cock.

"Fuck me!" Karen walled, twisting her body against the metal 
cuffs that held her in place.  Her long, lean body writhed with her 
need, her lush tits roiling across her chest, her curved  hips 
bucking out in a shameless bump-and-grind. "Fuck me up my 
cunt and ass! Fuck me,  fuck me, please!"

Each shuddering thrash of Karen's hips sprinkled her cunt-juices 
out across the floor. Each  jerk of her blonde head left a trail of 
her spittle behind it. Mark smiled at the way he had  utterly 
destroyed the old Karen and replaced her with the sex-crazed 
animal before him. He'd  transformed a prim and proper high-
class cunt into a pain-craving nymphomaniac.
"Will you sign those papers, Karen?" he asked reasonably, 
rubbing the grapefruit-sized  head of his cock up and down the 
crack of Karen's taut ass. The head of his cock dwarfed the  
crack it rubbed against. "Will you do that  tor me?"

"Yes, please," Karen pleaded, and then she began to oink, 
squirming her body against him.  "I need a cock so bad, sir! I 
really need to be fucked!"

"We know that, Karen,' Antonella said, standing in front of the 
tortured blonde and rub- bing her huge artificial cock over the 
drooping red lips of her cunt. "That's why we had this  made for 
you, honey. It's an artificial prick made one inch bigger than 
Mark's cock so that  when he's busy, you can still have his big 
prick around to play with. Wasn't that nice of us?"

"Oh, yes!" Karen babbled insanely. All she could see was the two 
monster cocks, one in  front of her and one behind. It was more 
than she'd ever imagined possible, better than  anything she'd 
ever dreamed of. "Thank you, Mistress, thank you Mark! Thank 
you! Please  fuck me with them!"

"Fuck who with them?" Antonella asked, a sly smile tracing itself 
across her lips. "Fuck  who, honey?"

"Fuck me. . . no, fuck your piggie," Karen said, whipping her hips 
back and forth between  the two cocks that rubbed against her. 
"Fuck your piggie with them! Fuck your piggie good  and hard!"

Karen smiled at getting the answer right. She wasn't tired 
anymore. Now all she could feel was the lust, the insane lust 
coursing through her body. The only thing that mattered now  was 
pleasing Mark and Antonella and Wayne and anyone they said 
could have her. 

The only thing that mattered was fucking, sucking and being hurt.
Wayne climbed up the side of the see-saw and settled his legs 
over Karen's broad, sexy  shoulders. His cock brushed her red 
painted lips and his balls hung against her chin. Pain tore  
through her arms in waves with Wayne's added weight pulling at 
them, but Karen sighed with  lusting pleasure at feeling his big 
cock touch her skin.

"Suck my cock, Karen!" Wayne ordered with a sneer, banging his 
cock-head over her  pretty face. "Suck it good, whore and maybe 
I'll piss in your mouth when I'm done!"

"Please?" she asked in a little-girl voice, her eyes sparkling. Her 
heart beat faster at the  thought she'd get to drink Wayne's piss. 
It was an honor she was going to try hard to deserve.

"You've been a good piggie," Antonella added. "Maybe we'll all 
piss in your mouth."

Karen started to thank them, but Wayne plunged his fat cock fully 
into her red-lipped  mouth and speared it to the root inside 
Karen's clasping throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she  went to 
work sucking it, and her tongue squeezed out over her lower lip to 
tongue his  hanging balls. Her cunt spilled sex-juice in a solid 
stream from the excitement of having  Wayne's big prick inside 
her.

Mark and Antonella moved forward at the same instant, their 
matching monstrous cocks  pushing against Karen's body. Mark 
reached around tograb her tits, and Antonella's clawed  hands 
dug into the shivering cheeks of her ass and they both surged 
forward. Karen screamed  around the fleshy gag of Wayne's 
cock. The rational part of her mind stepped forward now,  too 
late.

Her ass hole and cunt fought against the intrusion, reamed out 
and swampy as they were.  
Mark mauled her tits as he battered forward, straining to plunge 
his cock-head into the  unyielding chute of her ass. Antonella dug 
her claws into the tender cheeks of Karen's ass and  pulled the 
blonde toward her as she rammed her cock into the battered 
woman's cunt. Karen  jerked helplessly between them, a savaged 
rag doll.

"You love it, don't you, you dirty cunt!" Wayne cackled, pulling 
Karen's blonde hair as he  slapped his pubic halr into her lips and 
nose with every throat-clogging thrust of his cock.  "Beg for all 
this big prick, you slimy bitch. Beg for it, you grunting pig!"

Karen whined helplessly, her eyes rolling back into her head as 
the pain overwhelmed her  body'. 

Waves of solid agony crashed over her as Mark and Antonella's 
cocks fucked farther inside  her. Antonella had fucked most of her 
artificial cock into Karen's overloaded cunt now, and  Mark's fat 
cock-head was less than an inch away from popping fully into the 
straining, tearing  mouth of her asshole. Karen's legs were spread 
impossibly wide by the inhuman assault, her  body was being 
raised 6ff the see-saw by the power of the two upward-fucking 
cocks.

"Slut!" Antonella hissed as she drove her cock to the root inside 
Karen's cunt. A smaller  prod lanced into the brunette's cunt as 
she fucked the widow, making her knees weak with  pleasure. 
"After we've fucked you this time, you're going to have to get 
those men to fuck  your pretty little holes four at a time just to feel 
anything. Won't that be fun?"

Karen couldn't have answered the woman's cruel taunts if she'd 
wanted to. Her legs had  been lifted free of the stirrups that held 
them in place and now hung limply, pushed out of  place by the 
doubled intrusion of her body. Her flat stomach puffed out with 
the one cock that  was already fully buried inside her. 
Her breath rasped into her chest in fitful bursts and she  wriggled 
weakly, managing only to drive herself farther on the two poles 
that fucked her.

The pain was incredible. Mark's fat cockhead finally popped fully 
inside her asshole and he fucked it the rest of the way up her 
shit-chute in one heart-rending, ass-ripping push.  Karen babbled 
around Wayne's cock in her mouth, unable to deal with the pain 
and shock of  this newest violation of her enslaved body.

And now Mark and Antonella began to fuck her in earnest, 
yanking their body-ruining  cocks back and driving them forward, 
spitting Karen's squirming frame on massive poles of  flesh and 
rubber. Karen's cunt-juices splattered down over them, but it was 
nowhere near  enough to ease their lumbering passage. Fresh 
spots of blood dribbled down too, as Karen's  sex-holes tried to 
adjust themselves to this massive impalement.

Antonella began to punch her fists into the blonde's stomach as 
she fucked her, and Karen  howled in agony. The blows made the 
cocks that rammed inside her vibrate and pulsate  through her 
tortured frame. Karen's cunt began to clamp on Antonella's 
punishing cock, and  her ass-cheeks flexed with every inward 
rush of Mark's pulverizing prick. Karen wailed  through the most 
painful orgasm she'd ever suffered.

She sucked wildly on Wayne's cock, using it for a pacifier as 
Mark and Antonella ravaged  her fuck-holes. She squirmed 
between them as her orgasm splashed through her. She urged  
her tits into Mark's torturing hands and rolled back and forth to 
give Antonella a clear target  for every crushing blow of her fists. 

Saliva drooled from her mouth almost as quickly as  pussy-juice 
splattered from her cunt. She screamed and blubbered as they all 
fucked her into  ecstasy.

Wayne came first, and Karen guzzled his cock-cream as fast as 
he could shoot it. He  yanked at her halr and squirmed his cock 
deeper into her throat, but Karen savored every  burst of pain, 
every drop of jism. She suckled him, drawing out every drop of 
cum he had to  give her.

Antonella fucked her faster and harder as the smaller probe in 
her dark-haired cunt  brought her to orgasm. Her cunt-cream 
dribbled from her cunt to mix with Karen's on the  floor, but she 
didn't falter as she gored the blonde's devastated cunt with her 
terrible rubber  cock. She did stop beating Karen in the stomach, 
though, grabbing her ass-cheeks instead to  hug the blonde tight 
against her. She dropped her head to Karen's hard, spiky nipples 
and  chewed on them until Karen wailed at the new pain.

"Here it is, Karen!" Mark hissed from behind her, and Karen 
gasped as he began to cum  inside her. Her own climax exploded 
through her "You wonderful, filthy little slut!"

The first blast of his cum shot so far up her ass that Karen 
thought she could taste it in her  mouth. His blistering jism filled 
her bowels. She felt the pulse of its heat and its gradual  cooling 
inside her before it slipped out of her ass to coat her slimy thighs, 
and every sensation  drove her into a greater frenzy of lust. 

Her climaxes erupted one atop the last, each one more  powerful, 
each one more devastating. With each creamy injection of Mark's 
thick, white jism  Karen screeched through another orgasm of her 
own.

Finally it slowed. Karen could hardly feel her cunt or asshole 
when Mark and Antonella  pulled away from her, but her clit still 
burned, and her hips still wriggled against her bonds.  Wayne 
kept his cock in her mouth as she sucked him clean, and just the 
feel of his flaccid,  emptied cock in her mouth made Karen cum 
again. 
She wondered if there was anything that  wouldn't make her cum 
now, if there was any terrible thing they could do to her silky, 
limber  body that wouldn't make her quake with lust.

"You're going to be happy here, piggie," Antonella cooed lovingly 
as she took a whip  down from the wall, her rubber cock still 
swinging out in front of her, huge and hard and  painted with 
cunteam. "We're going to make you do so many nasty things!"

"I'm going to piss in your mouth now, slut!" Wayne hissed into her 
ear. "I don't think I'll  ever use any toilet but you again!"

Karen came just hearing his words, and she came again when 
his acid piss began to gush down her throat. She was still 
cumming when Antonella hit her across her nipples with the  whip 
and Mark opened the door for the plant workers to come back 
inside. The pain of the  lash and the humiliation of them seeing 
her made Karen cum even harder.

"This is good," Mark said with a smile, his cock growing rock-hard 
once more. "It's  always nice to see a new employee fit in at her 
job!"

Karen burned with shame at his words, but her orgasm just flared 
more hotly. He was  right, the blonde widow thought. He and 
Wayne and Antonella had put her in just the place  where she 
belonged. 



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