## 12+ stories from newsgroups

Post by samuria » Sat May 24, 2008 3:34 pm

These stories are from newsgroups and many are over 12 years old hope you like them after all this time I dont think anyone will complain as they were in the public domain.
I am not the author I just collected them.
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Carole Tests Her Bondage
"How did I get myself into this mess?" Carole asked herself. She again tested
the rope that held her wrists together. Even the ropes that secured them
behind her head and to the chair back wouldn't give a fraction of an inch.
The ropes that bound her ankles and legs together didn't give either, and her
legs secured to the support bar of the chair kept her feet immobile. Other
than moving her head, she was completely immobile.
"If I hadn't been so damn arrogant and stubborn, I wouldn't be here. Me and
my big mouth." That problem was solved by the wadded cloth in her mouth and
the wide black tape over her lips.
"I hope he didn't leave or something." she thought to herself. "It must be
past six o'clock now."
The fact was on Friday's, nobody stays much past five, especially the
warehouse crew. Except for herself and her capture Keith, the building was
empty. Even if someone was in the building, the gag prevent anyone from hear
her make her muffled grunts and groans.
"This is hopeless!" She thought to herself. "He's got me tied so tight, I
can't move at all. Man, does he ties tight knots. I can't even reach any
important ones. I guess I just got to wait for him to come back. I hope it's
soon. My arms are getting tired."
She began to review how she would up like this. It seemed simple enough, but
what a strange result happened.
Eariler that morning, she went down to the warehouse, with a stack of orders
that needed to get out today. When she gave them to Keith, he was less than
thrilled.
'Why does everybody wait till Friday to get there orders out. Good luck
filling all these by five o'clock.'
'What's the matter?' she teased. 'Can't you boys handle it?'
'Hey, we can handle anything, anytime.' Keith was in no mode for jokes or
teasing. 'A lot more that you soft office people type.'
'I can handle anything that comes my way, a lot more than you.'
Keith was just in the right mood for a smart remark like that.
'You think so, huh. More than I can give you?'
'Of course. Lots more.' she responded, never expecting him to call her bluff.
She turned to walk away when he asked the question.
'Want to put it to the test, or are you just all talk?'
Now she was stuck. If she didn't respond, maybe she could just pretend she
didn't hear him and just keep going.
No, there's no way she could pull that off. He said it to loud and clear.
That would just as bad as saying no. With that option, he would consider her
a fake and a big mouth. Maybe, he was bluffing.
'Anytime you want.' she said. Maybe he might back down. Instead he stepped
from behind his desk and over to her.
'Then come down after work and we'll put it to the test.' he said quietly, but
with a strait face.
'We'll see.' she said as she turned on her heel and walked away.
Throughout the day, she wondered what was going to happen that night. She had
to go down. Pride wouldn't let her just forget it and go home without
finishing the challenge.
She came to the conclusion that this was going to be just a bad attempt to get
into her panties. That would be easy enough to get out of. Just say no. He
can't refuse that. Best of all, it's not a challenge, but just a pass, and a
bad one at that.
The day wore on until it was finally five o'clock. The other office people
took off like it was a race. Carole waited a few minutes, waiting for the
office to clear. She grabbed her purse and headed down.
'I'll just go down and get this over with.' she thought as she walked down the
steps. 'Shouldn't take more than a few minutes.'
She got down to the warehouse. The place seemed empty, with only a few
fixtures lighting the place. She went over to Keith's desk. He was still
there, waiting.
'About time.' he said looking up from his paper work.
'Don't you like waiting?' she replied.
'Actually, I'm surprised you came at all. I figured you'd duck out, or at
lease bring someone with you.'
'I can take care of myself, thank you.' she responded coldly.
'Oooh, well arn't we tough. We'll see about that.' Keith said as he put his
pencil down.
'Look, if this is some lame brain attempt to screw me, you can just forget it.
I'm not easy or cheap.'
'Don't worry. It's not as simple as that.' he responded. 'This is a test of
your endurance, how much you can handle, remember?'
'Yeah, I remember.' she said, putting on her tough act again. 'And it still
goes. Anything you can give out.'
'Then let's find out.' he said as he opened the bottom drawer of his desk.
'Sit down, make yourself comfortable.' Keith said as he motioned to the chair
in front of the desk.
Carole sat down and placed her purse beside the chair. Keith pulled several
bundles of rope out from the drawer. Carole didn't see what it was at first.
She realized it when he came out from behind the desk with his cords.
'What the hell is that?' she questioned, becoming a little uncomfortable.
'This is rope.' he replied. 'Ever see it before.'
'Of course I have. I mean, what are you doing with it?'
'I going to tie you up.' he said very simply.
'What do you mean, tie me up! What the hell....' she stammered.
'Hey, you're the one who said she could take anything. Are you changing your
mind?' he said showing her a bundle.
'No..but I didn't think you meant this. I was expecting...um..'
'What were you expecting? A quick fuck on the floor? Please give me more
credit for imagination than that.'
'Yeah...well...I never agreed to, to this.'
'What you agreed to was to take on anything I could give out. Well honey,
this...' he said holding up the rope, 'is what I'm giving you, or can't you
handle it?'
Now Carole was really stuck. It was put up or shut up time. Damned if he
couldn't be so cleaver. But damned also if he was going to get the better of
her without at least putting up some kind of challenge.
'I can handle it.' she said proudly.
'Fine.' he said with a smile. 'Then let's get started. Give me your wrists,
please.'
She looked him square in the eyes defiantly for a moment before offering up
her hands.
'Cross them at the wrists, one on top of the other.'
She did as he requested, placing her right hand over her left. In a flash, he
had tightly wound the rope and criss-crossed her wrists before knotting the
ends. After the binding, she drop her hands into her lap.
'How's that?' he said.
'That's it?' she replied, 'I could be free in a moment. Man, you stink at
this.'
'Glad to hear you think that way. Thanks for giving me the green light to
continue.'
Tricked again my his cleverness. She could have kicked herself.
Next, he took more rope and looped it around her wrist ropes. Then, stepping
behind her, he pulled her hands up and behind her head, securing the ends to
the back of the chair.
'That ought to keep those out of the way.' he said.
'Maybe, maybe not.' she replied.
He took up more rope. 'Place your feet together, flat on the floor, so your
toes and your heels are together. And press your knees and thighs together.'
She complied. Keith knelt at her feet and wound rope around her ankles. He
pulled the cord tight, pulling her ankles together. He Then took the ends and
cinched the middle of the ropes, hobbling her feet completely. He picked up
another rope and looped it around her ankles ropes, then tied the ends to the
leg supports of the chair. The end result was her feet were immobilized.
'How am I doing now?' Keith asked.
'Oh, I guess a little better.' Carole replied. Fact was, she knew she was in
trouble.
'Well, let me finish then.' Keith answered.
"What, he's not done yet?" Carole thought to herself. "What more can he do.
I can't go anywhere. I'm helpless."
She wished she didn't find out. Keith pulled out a cloth and showed it to
Carole. 'Know what it's for?'
'Oh no you don't...mmpph.'
'Oh yes I do.' he said as he placed the cloth between lips. Carole pushed it
out of her mouth with her tongue. Keith picked it up and put his face in
hers.
'Don't do that again.' he said.
Carole realized she better do what he says.
'Open your mouth!' he commanded. Carole did and the cloth went back in.
Keith turned around and went back to his desk. He opened the top desk drawer
and pulled out a roll of black tape. He came back over to her, pulled a eight
inch strip off the roll and placed it over her lips.
'That'll hold it in place now.' he said triumphal. 'Now, what else can I do.
"What else is there to do?" she thought. "What else can you do?"
'Ah, I know.' he said as he grabbed a rope and knelt in front of her. He
slowly slid her skirt up her legs, revealing her thighs.
Carole wore a black, below the knee skirt that day. Along with a white long
sleeve blouse, tan pantyhose and black, three inch high heels. Now Keith was
turning her skirt into an above the knee outfit.
'Mmph! Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!' she grunted, wanting to say 'What are you doing!
Cut it out!
'Oh, don't worry.' he responded. 'You have nice legs anyway. You should ware
shorter skirts and show them off more.'
Keith coiled a rope around her thighs just above her knees. Again he cinched
the middle, just to make it extra snug. He then stood up and surveyed his
work.
He did nice work. She tugged and pulled on the ropes, but it was futile.
Carole wasn't going anywhere. Her muffled grunts attested to her efforts, but
didn't carry very far. In fact, if anyone was around, they might not even hear
her.
He also look Carole over. For the first time he realized how sexy of a woman
she was. She really did have nice legs. In fact, her whole body was nice. Nice
sized firm breasts, small waist, smooth well sized hips, and though he
couldn't see much of it, a perfect ass. She was very attractive, with green
eyes and below the shoulder curly brown hair. On the beach, in a bikini, she
would make the guy stare and bulges building in their suits.
'We'll, that will do for the moment.' he said after a moment. 'Now Miss
I-can-take-care-of-myself, is this more than you can handle?'
Carole, knowing full well that she was in over her head, defiantly shook her
head. She wasn't going to give in quickly. He was going to have to be a lot
more creative than this.
'Oh, still have your pride, hey. Well then, this just might be a very long
night for you. You just stay her for a while and think this through.' Then,
just as an after though, he reached down and opened a few buttons on her
blouse, just until her bar showed.
'Mmph. Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!' again she cried. "What are you doing?"
'Makes you look more like a damsel in distress, which, by the way, you are at
the moment.'
He turned, after giving her one more look over, and disappeared into the
warehouse, leaving her alone to ponder.
"How stupid I've been." she though to herself. "Got to try and get free, so
he won't win." She tried and tried, but it was impossible. Keith had bound her
to well. She was in this for the duration, or until he tired of it.
She thought about giving in, admitting she couldn't manage this. But once
again, her pride and her curiosity wouldn't let her. She wanted to see what
was next, what else he had in store for her.
So, here Carole sits, waiting for Keith to return. She has been tied up for
over a half hour now. Not a rope or a knot has slipped a bit. On occasion,
she thought she had heard someone moving around, or moving something around.
But it faded as quick as she heard it.
"Is he ever going to come back?" she wondered.
Just then, most of the lights in the warehouse went off. Someone was still
there. Keith must be doing it. A moment later she heard footsteps coming up
from behind. She tried to turn and look, but with the shadows and her
restraints, she couldn't see much.
It was Keith. He had been doing a bit of scouting. First, through the
building, checking for employees working late. Only finding the cleaning
people working in the office, he returned to the warehouse, happy that they
wouldn't be interrupted. Next, he prospected for Carole's next test, provided
she didn't admit she was in over her head. Finding the needed spots, he
arranged a few things and thought about his next move.
From time to time, he would check in on her, making sure she was still
properly fastened down, and that she was alright. He also enjoyed watching
her, her struggles and her movements. At one point, he was so excited
watching her struggle, he thought about jerking off. But she stopped
struggling, and Keith thought it better to wait. Maybe something better might
come along.
'Well, you still think you can handle anything that comes your way.' he said
leaning over, face to face.
Carole nodded her head, fight still left in her. 'Boy, you're stubborn.' he
said. 'Well, only one thing to do.' he said as he knelt down and untied the
ropes holding her ankles to the chair.
Carole thought it might be over. Maybe he was feeling guilty about all this
and was going to just let her go.
She was wrong. After releasing her connecting rope, he moved behind her and
released the rope holding her hands behind her head. Her hands fell into her
lap.
"Man, that's better." she thought.
He let her sit there for a moment. Carole looked up at him.
"When is he going to untie the rest of 'em?" she thought. She held up her
wrists to him, asking him to do it.
'Are you saying you've had enough?' he asked.
Carole shook her head. But she wanted to be untied.
'Then we're not done yet, are we?' he said as he got her to her feet. 'Like I
said, this could be a long night.'
'Mmmpph?' Carole grunted. "This isn't over?" she thought.
'We're just going to keep going until one of us gives in and I don't plan on
giving in. I've got all weekend.' Keith said this as he was wrapping rope
around her upper body and arms, below her breasts, pinning her arms to her
body.
'Now, We can do this easy or hard.' he continued. 'Either you can hop across
the warehouse, or, if you can be a good girl, I'll untie your ankles and you
can walk. You goin'a be good?'
Carole didn't like the idea of jumping around on high heels, so she wisely
nodded her head. Keith untied the ropes around her ankles, by kept her thighs
pinned together.
They had to walk slowly. Walking with just your lower legs isn't easy.
Carole wondered if hopping would have been easier. After a few long minutes,
they finally reached their destination.
Keith led her over to a steal support column. After removing the rope from
around her torso, legs and wrists, he instructed her to stand with her back
against the post. She knew what was coming up. Tied to the post, like an
indian captive. But he had a few more surprises for her.
'Take off your blouse.' he ordered.
'Mmmph?' Carol responder with eyes wide open.
'You heard me. Take it off, or can't you handle that?'
Carole figured he would get it off of her, whether she did it or he did it
himself. She opened the remaining buttons and slid off the white blouse. At
least her bra was nice, black, lacy, not some boring cotton one. He took the
blouse and placed in on a hook behind himself. Again her turned to her.
'Now, take off your pantyhose.' he again ordered.
Carole didn't argue. She stepped out of her heels and slid off the nylons. At
least she still had on her skirt and panties. She wasn't naked, at least not
yet.
Keith took the pantyhose and placed them on the hook.
'Put your heels back on.'
Carole found that a little strange, but she did it. It took a minute, for it
was hard without something between the skin and leather. She did so, then
stood with her hands at her sides.
'Put your hands around the poll.'
Carole complied. Keith quickly bound her hands together. Then he came around
in front of her and made a single loop of rope around her ankles, then a
single lope around the poll and tied it off.
Then he came back in front of her.
'One more thing to remove.' he said with a smile. He reached behind her and
released the hook on her skirt. Carole was surprised. She didn't figure he
would do that. She fought a little, but knew she couldn't do a thing about
it. Keith slowly pulled the zipper down, then slowly slid the skirt down her
legs.
'Step out of it.' he said after he untied the ankle rope. Carole did, leaving
her left only with her matching bra, high cut bikini panties and heels.
Now the real ropes were applied. He wound rope around her torso, above and
below her breasts, at her waist, hips thighs, knees, lower legs and ankles.
All of them around her body and the poll. Within a few minutes, she was firmly
anchored to the post, a new part of the support.
Keith stepped back and look his work over. Again, all the cords were tight,
the knots firm, and her body secure. Carole couldn't move a muscle. Her tape
gag still in place, keeping her quite.
Keith pulled up a chair and sat down several feet from her. The show was
beginning. Carole struggled and strained, but without hope of freedom. Keith
watch for several minutes, enjoying.
'Well,' he said after a while, 'I'll leave you to ponder your situation. But
I'll be back.' He stood up and walked away, disappearing between the rows of
stock.
"He didn't even given me the chance to get out of this." she thought to
herself as she struggled. "Before, he offered to let call it quits, but not
this time. I wonder how long this is going to go on."
The column didn't provide much comfort. In fact, standing there, the ropes
pulling her body against the support, her arms and shoulders pulled back
making her chest stick out, her legs tied tightly together and to the column,
it was rather uncomfortable.
Her struggles were worthless. She couldn't get free. Even if she could, what
would she do. Run into the streets half naked. She was doing this
voluntarily, without threats. She didn't even put up a fight when he told her
to remove her cloths. She did everything he told her to do, without
hesitation.
"Yes," she thought to herself., "I got myself deep into it, and now I'm stuck
in it, for who knows how long. Not much I can do but relax and enjoy it.
That's funny. Am I enjoying it?"
There was an interesting though. Somehow, for some strange reason, she was
enjoying it. Keith was strong, dominating, commanding. She has done
everything he wanted, and she listened to him. That was the strangest thing.
She never would have subjected herself to this willingly with someone else.
Tied up and gagged, stripped to her undies, alone with him.
"Am I really liking this?" she thought to herself. "I think I am. Why else
would I be letting him to all this to me, without a fight. Am I getting turned
on by this guy and his kinky ways?"
She didn't have time to ponder this thought much. Keith's returning footsteps
echoed through the empty warehouse.
He came out of the dark and up to his bound prisoner. Not a rope or a knot
had moved. Nor had Carole. She looked so enchanting, so delicious there, all
tied up, the lights softly glowing her smooth, unblemished skin. He hot hard
and horny in a hurry.
He began to lightly touch her. Carole let out a sigh, or a soft moan, Keith
wasn't sure. But she wasn't fighting it. She was getting turned on. He
couldn't believe it.
Neither could Carole. "Is that all it takes to get me horny?" she thought to
herself. "A little rope, a strong will and a delicate touch? Oh, I am
getting hot, and he knows it."
Keith's hands made their way up to her breasts. He opened the clasp on her bra
and pulled the lace cups away. Her breasts were magnificent. Flawless round
mounds of flesh, full, soft yet firm.
His hands played with her breasts. Carole moaned, her eyes closed and her head
spinning. He had the right touch. He played with them, her hard nipples. He
squeezed and groped and caressed them until Carole was constantly moaning.
Then, he stopped. Carole looked at him. 'Uummmph.' she moaned. "Please, don't
stop." is what she thought. But Keith moved behind and began to remove the
ropes from her body.
"I wonder what is next?" she thought. "Is he going to free me, to just tell
me to go?"
Keith removed the last ropes. Still gagged, he pulled the open bra down off
her arms, then pulled her wrists behind her back and tied her hands together.
Then, without a word, he led her by the arm down between some isles to the far
end of the warehouse. The echo of her heels clicking through the building as
came to their destination.
Ropes were hanging from a ceiling joist, about six feet apart. Carole was
directed to stand between them. Keith stood behind her. He untied her hands,
then raised her left hand above her head. He tied a rope to it, making sure
there was no slack in the line. He then did the same with he right hand. He
arms were pulled tight, with her hands four feet apart at a 45 degree angle
from strait up.
He then began to caress her body from behind. Carole let out a long, deep
moan. Keith lightly kissed her shoulders as his hands made their way around
to her ample breasts. After toying with them for a moment, his hands slid
down to her waist caressed his hands over her lace covered panties. They were
soaked, and her hips were moving around, pressing her buttocks into his
pelvis.
He hooked his thumbs under panties and began to slowly pull them down. Carole
thought for a moment. "This is going to fast." then thought. "I can't stop
him. I don't want to stop him."
He slid the panties down her legs to her ankles. Carole stepped out of them.
Now, except for her high heels, she was naked.
Keith, seeing a great opportunity, pulled a long poll out and spread her legs
apart. With her feet several feet apart, he tied her ankles to the poll, hold
her legs wide open. A vertical spread eagle, with Carole displayed and
available for his every whim. He stepped back and reviewed his lovely
prisoner.
And what a site she was. Trim, firm body. Soft, smooth skin. Long, lean,
sexy legs. Full, firm breasts. Tight, rounded ass. Black high heels, white
ropes, and black tape gag.
Again, his hands began to play and explore her body. He skin as so smooth and
soft, just like a woman should be. Carole moaned and groaned as he savored
the moment.
He slowly slid down her body, kissing and sucking her. Her nipples were so
9hard and perfect. He sucked on them and licked them. Carole's head was
spinning, it felt so good. He kissed her tummy, her thighs, her ankles, her
arms.
Then, he moved behind her. His fingers played with her wet pussy lips.
Carole went crazy. Her ass pressed back into him. She wanted him, and now.
His fingers probed and penetrated. She was so hot and so wet.
"Make me come, please make me come." she thought to herself as she got closer
to her orgasm.
Keith then found her little clit and began to rub it. Carole went wild,
thrashing as far as the restraints would allow. Like a speeding train, she
was heading toward her climax. She moaned and squirmed in her ropes while he
brought her off.
After only thirty seconds of clitoral stimulation, Carole let out a long half
moan, half scream into her gag. Her whole body reverberate with the rush of
orgasmic pleasure.
Then, it was over. She hung from the ropes, her body limp, but her breathing
hard and fast. Keith backed away from her and move back in front of her. He
pulled a chair up and had a seat.
He thought for a moment. "Yes. She will go as far as I want. This is going
to be excellent."
After a few minutes, he removed her leg spreader and released her arms
restraints. Again her tied her hands behind her taken over to a flatbed cart.
She was set on the cart and her hands were freed. Then, he bound her wrists to
the handle of the cart, about three three feet apart. Her ankles and knees
were tied together. One last rope was attached to her ankle ties, then
anchored to the handle. This caused her legs to be bent at the knees at
about a sixty degree angle. He then began pushing the cart body through the
deserted isles of the dark warehouse.
Carole was taken to where two folding tables were pushed together, forming one
large area. Keith freed her wrists from the cart but bound them behind her
back again. Then, the rope holding her legs to the cart was freeded. He
gently picked her up and sat her on the table tops.
'Don't say a word.' he commanded as he pulled the tape from her lips and
removed the soaked cloth from her mouth. Though she didn't plan on talking,
Keith never give her the chance. He pull a black bandanna from his back
pocket, rolled it up, put a knot in the middle and presented it to her.
Carole parted her lips to receive the welcomed gag. Keith place the knot deep
into her mouth and fastened the ends behind her head.
He stepped back and watched her. Carole was sitting with her long legs out to
her side, but bent at the knees. She looked so enticing, yet so helpless.
She looked back at her captor, both with desire and a little submissive. She
wanted to see what else he would, and how her would do it. She slowly twisted
in her bonds, testing the knots and cords. It turned him on.
After several minutes, Keith changed her position. He removed her fetters and
made her lay on her back. He tied her stretched limbs down in a tight spread
eagle. The, he tied more rope around her thighs and to the table, as well as
her waist and her chest. She became pinned to the table, unable to move.
Keith looked over his bound victim. He was so turned on, and she looked so
luscious, all tied up, open to his desires. He couldn't beleive that this
chick was submitting herself like this to him. His hands began to gravitate
over her figure. Carole felt herself becomming hot and wet all over again.
After several minutes, he moved between her legs and began to give her pussy a
thorough licking. He probed her tunnel and licked her clit. Carole moaned
and groaned through the knotted cloth. Another orgasm was on the way.
It didn't take long. Helpless to resist or encourage him, her orgasm came on
strong and hard. Again the muffled half moan, half sigh release proceeded her
orgasm. It rippled through her whole body as she strained against the
restraints. It was better than before, stronger, longer, more intense.
When it was over, Keith decided it was time for his own climax. He knelt on
the table between her legs. Carole watch with desire as he slowly open his
pants and pulled his zipped down. He pulled his pants down and freed his
member. It was long, at least eight inches, and a drop of come glisten on the
top. He slowly stroked it as he looked down at her.
Carole moaned at him, moving her hips as much as the rope would allow. "Don't
tease me." she thought. "Give me you cock. Fuck me, please fuck me!" She
wished she could just pull him down on her and glide his prick into her. But
he continued to tease he with the slow strokes he did.
Finally, when neither of them could stand it anymore, he moved his hips to her
crotch. With one quick stroke, he plunged his cock deep into her wet tunnel.
Keith went to work. Propped on his hands, he rammed his rod deep into her
again and again. Carole moaned as she fought against the ropes.
"Oh yes." she thought. "That's it. Fuck me, Fuck me hard."
Keith pumped in and out like he was in a frenzy. She was so hot and so wet
and felt so good. He fuck and humped like mad.
He held his orgasm back for as long as he could. He wanted to savor this
moment for as long as he could. Carole just wanted him to explode inside her
and fill her with hot come.
Unable to resist any longer, he plunge in to the hilt and blasted a huge load
of jism into her. This was to much for Carole, and she came once again
herself. Both of them moaned and groaned as the shared their united orgasms.
When he finished pumping, Keith slowly pull himself of her and got himself
dressed again. Carole just laid motionless for a moment, basking in the
afterglow of the moment.
After he caught his breath, he came to her and leaned over her.
'Still think you can handle anything?'
She thought for a moment. She knew she was under his control. She wanted
more, more rope, more teasing, more climaxes, more of his cock in her. She
nodded her head, still a little defiant.
'Well then,' he said with a smile, knowing full well what she was up to, 'this
isn't over yet.'
He began to free her from the table. With the ropes removed, he once again
bound her hands behind her back and led her over to her cloths. There, he
freed her, removed her gag and handed her her blouse and skirt.
'What about my other cloths?' she asked.
'You don't need them.' he responded. 'Now you can get dressed, or go naked,
whatever you prefer.'
She put her cloths on, as told. Then, he again tightly bound her hands behind
her back, tied her tights together and reinserted her bandanna gag. With her
dressed, he grabbed her purse and they left the warehouse.
He took her out to his pickup truck. He placed her in the seat and belted her
in. He got in and started the truck.
'Where do you live?' he asked as he removed her gag.
'23rd and Elm.' she responded with her gag hanging around her neck.
He drove off. For a few minutes, they said nothing. Then she had to ask.
'What are you going to do with me?'
'Like I said, this isn't over yet. We'll just have to keep going until you
realize you are not in control of yourself anymore. Like I said, I got all
weekend.'
That was the answer she wanted. She knew he was going to continue to give her
the thrill of her sexual life.
They pulled up to her apartment.
'Let's go.' he said.
'Wait.' she said. 'Aren't you going to untie me?'
'No.' he responded. 'Can't handle it?' he asked.
'It's not that. It's just...what if someone sees us.'
'Then you better talk fast. Just be thankful I don't gag you again. Then
you'd never be able to explain.'
They went into the building. It was hard walking with her knees bobbled and
her hands tied behind her. She felt a little strange without anything on
under her cloths. She still felt naked.
They got to her apartment without anyone seeing them. Once inside, he placed
her on the couch, face down. More ropes came out, binding her body. He bound
her ankles, looping rope around her heels, and tied rope more around her waist
and arms. He then gagged her again. He then pulled another bandanna from his
pocket.
'One more thing to do.' he said as he folded it and placed it over her eyes.
He tied the ends behind her head, blindfolding her. Now she lost all sense of
balance. She was in the dark, unable to see or resist the things he was
doing. Another new and thrilling experience he exposed her to.
He let her go. Immediately, she began to struggle, roll and squirm in her
fetters. He reached down and opened her shirt, exposing her breasts to the
cool air. Already, her nipples were hard. She looked so cute there, tied,
gagged, blindfolded, half naked, squirming around, all excited.
Keith went to work. First, he found a large gym bag. He dumped her workout
cloths out on the floor. He then started searching around the draws and
dressers, finding all the things he wanted.
'Hey,' he thought to himself, 'she got a lot of good stuff. This is out to be
an entertaining weekend.'
Carole heard him rummaging around. "Is he ripping me off?" she though to
herself. "He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would do that to me."
After finding and packing up what he wanted, he came out of the bedroom and
over to her.
'Just got to put a few thing in the car.' he said. 'I'll be right back.'
Then, just as an after thought he said to her 'Pretend I'm robbing your
apartment, and next, I'm coming for you.'
Carole grunted and started to struggle. She was getting into it. "Kinky sex
and fantasies all rolled into one." she thought.
Keith went to the truck, then came back up. Carole was really squirming
around now, almost rolling off the couch. He came over to her, removed the
blindfold and straddled her on the couch.
First he untied the rope around her waist, then untied her wrists. Before she
could move, he pulled her wrists up her back until her hands were between her
shoulder blades. He again tied her crossed wrists together, then took more
cord and anchored her hands to her upper arms. Though a little uncomfortable,
Carole realized this was much stricter and secure than ever.
He rolled her onto her back, still straddling her. His hands began to play
with her flawless breasts. Carole moaned and groaned was he squeezed the flesh
and toyed with her hard nipples.
Then, he pulled her off the couch and made her kneel on the floor. She knew
what was coming next. A blowjob. But that was fair, she had her orgasms, not
it was her turn to satisfy him.
He opened his pants and let his large rod pop out again. 'Are you willing?'
he asked.
Carole grunted and nodded her head. Keith pulled the gag from her mouth.
Carole parted her lips and prepared to welcome his cock. Keith inserted
himself into her waiting mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to
give him tongue twirls.
As she suck and lick and pumped his cock, Keith moaned softly. "Damn, she
give's great head." he thought. "She's better than any chick thats ever went
down on me."
Within a few minutes, Keith load was beginning to build up in his balls.
Carole was busy plunging his cock in and out of her mouth. She wanted him to
come as bad as he did.
Unable to hold it back, he sent the first volley of jism into her mouth.
Carole quickly drank it down and waited for the real load. Keith pumped more
and more come into her. He moan and groaned as he came, filling her mouth
with the hot fluid. But Carole drank it down as fast as he gave it, like a
real pro.
After he finished, Carole cleaned him off, getting the last few drops of his
sweet fluid. When clean, he pulled his still hard cock from her lips and
pulled up his pants. Within a minute, she was gagged again and on her feet.
'That was great.' he said to her. Carole felt satisfied that her work had
pleased him. 'Time to go.' he said. He again untied her ankles and out the
door they went. Carole still had her blouse unbuttoned and the gag deep
between her teeth. She prayed that they wouldn't get caught or be seen by
anyone.
This time, he led her to the back of the truck. He opened the gate and the
cap hatch, then picked her up and sat her on the tailgate. Carole squirmed
into the back of the truck and found a comfortable spot on an opened sleeping
bag.
Keith removed her knee ropes and made her lay on her back. He unzipped her
skirt and pulled it off her body. Left clothed in only an open blouse and her
high heels, she was open and available to him. He immediately spread her legs
and began to lick her clit.
Carole was moaning and groaning into the gag. His hands played with her
nipples. Within a few minutes, she was ready to come.
When she did, she didn't care if anyone heard her scream or saw her tied,
gagged and naked with this guy going down on her. She came as hard as ever,
the shivers running throughout her body.
After it was over, Keith rolled her over and tied ropes to each of her ankles.
He bent her legs at the knees and wound the rope around her thighs, knotting
the ends. The result was her heels were touching the back of her thighs,
rendering her legs useless.
Again, he blindfolded her. Carole began to roll around in the truck back, her
breasts popping out from her open shirt. Carole was impressed on how many way
this guy knew how to tie her.
Keith was impressed too. Carole went along with everything he had done, and
looked great in it too.
Her crawled out of the back, closed the gate and hatch and locked it up. He
then went up to the cab and drove the truck off.
The ride wasn't very long. Carole had an idea where they were going. His
place. She was right, for soon they pulled into the parking garage and into
his spot.
He opened the back of the truck and untied her ankles. After getting her out
of the back, he pick up the other items and took her over to the elevator.
They got out of the elevator and led her to his apartment. Once inside, he
removed the gag and left her standing in the middle of the living room. He
put her stuff in the bedroom and picked out the items her wanted. Then he
returned to her.
Carole was now sitting on the floor. Still blindfolded and her wrists tied
together, she looked so helpless, yet erotic. He removed the blindfold and
got her to her feet. He untied her wrists and rubbed them for a moment.
'Like my place?' he asked. It was nice, a little small, but well furnished,
with a large screen TV and nice stereo. It was neat and clean, surprisingly.
'Yes. It's nice.'
'Good.' he said. 'Then you should be comfortable here for the rest of the
weekend.'
'Quite.' she said.
'Then go to the bedroom. You'll find what you're to ware. Wait for me
there.'
Off she want, without another room. The bedroom was larger than she expected.
The centerpiece was a huge, king size bed, with captivating brass head and
foot boards. It was fantastic.
On the bed was a red satin waist clincher, red stockings and red and gold
spiked heels. She immediately recognized them has being her own. She then
saw her gym bag. It was full of her lingerie. Garter belts, stockings,
teddies, a long black nightgown, panties and bras, in several colors and
styles. There were also two pairs of her highest heeled shoes, her white and
gold spiked heels, her black five heels.
Hanging from the mirror was her black leather mini skirt and a white satin
blouse. She well knew what she was in for. A weekend of being tied in
various ways, in various outfits.
She put on the clincher, stockings and heels. She then pulled the cover off
the bed to find black satin sheets. "I love it." she thought to herself.
She laid down and waited for him. She didn't wait long. Keith came in a
couple minutes latter, carrying a large box. He put the box down and looked
at his willing prisoner.
'You look great.' he said.
'Thank you.' she responded. 'Listen, just because I'm going along with all
this doesn't mean you've won or anything. I can handle all this very well,
thank you.'
Keith smiled. 'I know you can.' he responded. 'Otherwise, you wouldn't be
here. Now lay down on you back.'
Keith open his box and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs. He lock one to
each wrist and one to each ankle. Her body was then stretched out spread
eagle and the open cuffs were locked to the brass rails. Satisfied she was
secure, he pulled out a red rubber ball with a rope running through it.
'Can you handle this?' he asked showing it to her.
Carole responded by opening her mouth to receive the ball gag. Keith inserted
it and Carole closed her lips around it. He tied the ends behind her head.
With her last bit of defence gone, they were ready to begin.
Keith's box was filled with all sorts of bondage items. Leather straps,
chains, manacles, shackles, tons of assorted length ropes, gags and other
strange items. He showed each of them to her, explaining what they were and
how they worked. He promised to use several of them on her over the next few
days. He even showed her a couple vibrators, which he demonstrated on her.
Then he put is box aside. She look so good, chained to the bed and ball
gagged. Her tits and pussy exposed to him. "She going to let me do whatever I
want to her." he thought. "This is going to be a glorious weekend, for both
of us."
He then slowly inserted a vibrator into her already wet tunnel and turned it
on low.
'You enjoy that for a while.' he said to her. 'I'll be back a little later to
give you more to handle.' he stood up and closed the door behind himself.
Carole laid cuffed to the bed, enjoying the light stimulations going on in her
pussy. She pulled on the cuffs, just to see if there was any hope of freedom.
"Nope," she thought to herself, "I'm not going anywhere for a while. Well, I
wouldn't have it any other way. And it's only Friday night. We've got the
whole weekend to play these games. It's going to be a magnificent weekend."
she thought to herself as she closed her eyes, let the vibrator tenderly
stimulate her insides, thought about the wonderful things that awaited her
this coming weekend, and wait for Keith's return.
The End

### Another one

Post by samuria » Sat May 24, 2008 3:37 pm

ENSLAVED LANDLADY
CHAPTER ONE
"You were right, Arnie," Rocky said, pulling the shower curtain
back to reveal Sandy's naked body. "Underneath all that baggy
shit she wears, the landlady's got a sexy fucking body."
"Look at those legs," Chuck said, stepping in and staring down at
the lean, sexy blonde. "And get a load of that fucking ass. It's
perfect!"
"Her tits aren't very big," Bridget said, eyeing Sandy's pointy, stiff-
nippled tits. "They aren't half as big as mine."
"What the hell is going on here?" Sandy gasped, sinking as low
as she could under the soapy water in the tub, trying to hide her
sleek, sexy body. "Bridget, just because I let you rent a room,
doesn't mean that you have free run of the house! This is my
bathroom, and I want you and these other people out of here
now!"
"Shut up, bitch," Arnie said, grabbing Sandy's wrists and hauling
her out of the tub. "You're a sexy whore, and this is a great
fucking house. That's why Bridget moved in to begin with, and
that's why we've come to stay. But Bridget tells us that you're one
uptight whore, so I guess we're going to have to teach you how a
slut's supposed to use her body. You are a sexy whore."
It was the truth. Sandy Bergen was a beautiful woman. She had a
wild mane of streaked blonde hair that hung past her shoulders
and framed a face that was almost perfect. Her lips were lush and
pink even without a trace of lipstick. And her eyes were so big
and brown that almost every man who met her wanted to fall
inside them. The most amazing thing of all was that, compared to
the beauty of her body, Sandy's face looked plain.
Her body was perfect. Sandy was like some lean, tawny jungle
animal, her skin tanned and silky, her body supple and finely
muscled. Her legs were incredibly long and perfectly shaped,
without an extra ounce of fat. Her ass was full and round, but it
was also as firm as a ripe melon.
Sandy's tits weren't huge, but they were big for so thin a woman,
and they stood out from her chest like miniature torpedoes. They
were perfect cones, wide and full at the base and tapering to
nipples that stood almost an inch long when they were erect.
Sandy's arms were tanned and slender, her hands delicate and
long-fingered.
"Let me go, you dirty bastard!" she screamed, twisting and pulling
in Arnie's strong grasp. "You're going to jail for this, you low-life
jerk! Leave me alone, you assholes!"
Sandy was a strong woman, but she was no match for Arnie, who
was almost seven feet tall and built like a brick wall. He jerked her
over the edge of the bathtub and plunged her head under the
soapy water.
Rocky, who was almost as big and muscular as Arnie, locked
both her flailing fists inside the pocket of one big hand and jerked
her arms behind her back.
Chuck, the smallest of the three men but still over six feet tall and
two hundred pounds, reached under Sandy's arms and crushed
her tits in his strong hands.
And Bridget, a six-foot redhead with an amazon build and huge
tits, plunged her hand right up against the furry pink pocket of
Sandy's cunt.
Sandy writhed desperately in the hands of her four captors.
Her dazed mind couldn't accept the fact that the sweet girl she
had rented a room to was leading such a horrid assault on her
body. She choked and spluttered underwater and retched in
disgust at the feel of Chuck's hands mauling her tits and Bridget's
palm rubbing over her cunt.
"Say uncle, you dumb cunt," Arnie said, pulling Sandy's face up
out of the water. "Say uncle and I won't drown your scrawny ass!"
"Fuck you!" Sandy gasped, water pouring from her parted lips.
She coughed uncontrollably, squining like a sexy soaked snake in
the hands of her captors.
"Stupid slut," Bridget said with a shake of her head as Arnie
plunged Sandy's head back under. "Keep her down for a couple
minutes, Arnie. Teach the landlady a fucking lesson and give us
a chance to sample her sexy little bod."
Sandy could hear the voluptuous redhead's words and she
struggled more fiercely against the strong hands that held her in
place. She thought desperately that a couple minutes under the
water would drown her. She kicked and jerked until she was
exhausted, but her strength would have been no match for even
one of the quartet who was holding her tight against the side of
her bathtub.
While Arnie held Sandy's head under the water, the others
explored every inch of her soaked, sexy body. They pinched her
nipples and crushed her tits until pain flashed like fire through
Sandy's squirming body.
They raked their fingernails over her ribs and across her
stomach. They slapped her ass and pinched her thighs, running
their hands over her arms and legs and sides as if they were
inspecting an animal they were considering buying.
All three of them took turns running their hands into the
shuddering crevice of her ass and over the tiny, pooching mouth
of her cunt.
Sandy held her breath as the three men and one woman pawed
her beautiful body. Her chest ached and her head pounded from
lack of oxygen. The pain was awful, but it was nothing compared
to the humiliation she felt at being violated at the hands of
strangers.
"Motherfucker!" Bridget hissed, plunging a finger up inside the
tight pink pocket of Sandy's cunt. "When was the last time
somebody fucked you, bitch? You're tight as shit and twice as
dry!"
Sandy gasped at the sudden penetration of her cunt. Pain ripped
through her tight, dry pussy, and what little breath was still
trapped in her lungs escaped her in a shuddering sigh.
"Let me feel," Chuck said, and Bridget pulled her finger out so he
could plunge his inside. "Oh man, Arnie, the landlady's got a
tighter Clint than most chicks' asses!"
"Fuck that," Rocky said, and pushed Chuck aside so he could
fuck his finger up inside the tiny pink pussy-slit.
Sandy was gasping uncontrollably. Chuck's finger had been twice
the size of Bridget's, and Rocky's finger was even bigger.
With every shuddering breath, she sucked in mouthfuls of water.
Sandy clenched her eyes tightly shut, flailing wildly as water filled
her lungs.
"Ready to say uncle yet?" Arnie asked, hauling Sandy out from
under the water by her satiny blonde hair. "Say uncle for us."
"Uncle!" Sandy gasped, her svelte, sexy body shaking with the
force of her coughing. Water poured from her lips. "Uncle! Uncle!
Uncle!"
"Now tell Bridget when the last time was that somebody fucked
you." Arnie ran his fingers over the lush ring of Sandy's lips as he
told her what to do. "Tell Bridget what she wants to know!"
"Fuck you!" Sandy hissed. Righteous anger flared through her at
the thought of how these strangers were trying to debase her.
She spit in Arnie's face. "Who do you think you are, you filthy
prick?"
"You've got a foul fucking mouth, bitch!" Arnie growled, wiping the
spit off his cheek and smearing it all over her face. When he was
done, he levered her jaws open with his fingers and spit between
her open lips. "You just don't get it, do you, slut? This shit
belongs to us now. Your house, your furniture, and especially
your slutty body. The quicker you learn your new place, Sandy-
slut, the less you're going to get hurt!"
He plunged her head under the water again. Sandy gagged on
the saliva he had spit into her mouth, and she started sucking in
water as soon as her face went under.
When he pulled her out the next time, she didn't spit on him or
call him names, but she still wouldn't tell Bridget what she wanted
to know.
Arnie dunked her under the dirty bathwater more times than
Sandy could count, keeping her under for a little longer each
time.
Sandy knew that she couldn't hold out forever, that sooner or
later she was going to have to submit to the big man and his evil
friends, but something inside her kept her from cracking.
Bridget slid behind Sandy's firm, round ass and thrust a finger up
alongside Rocky's in the tight socket of her cunt. The stretching,
tearing pain of having two fingers fucking into her pussy at the
same time made Sandy's hips twitch and shimmy, and all four of
her attackers laughed at the sexy spectacle of her squirming ass.
"Look at that," Chuck said, twisting Sandy's long, hard nipples
until the sexy landlady jerked with agony."Sandy's going to be a
fucking hot one once we teach her. Look at the way she can
shake that sweet ass."
Bridget and Rocky started spanking her to make her shake her
ass even more. They hit her as hard as they could, each one
concentrating on one silky cheek of her rounded ass.
When Arnie pulled Sandy's head out from under the water, she
could hear the meaty thwacks of Bridget and Rocky's hands
slapping her helpless ass-flesh. Even when she was underwater
she could feel the burning, jarring pain of the savage spanking
they were giving her.
Finally Arnie plunged her head underwater for almost five
minutes. By the time he pulled her out, Sandy was barely
conscious. Her chest was burning and her ass was burning and
her cunt was aching with the steady friction of the two fingers that
were fucking up inside her.
Her big brown eyes were wild and groggy as she looked up at
Arnie. For the first time she realized that he had stripped while he
was plunging her underwater. When Sandy saw his rock-hard
cock, she almost passed out from shock.
"You ready to tell Bridget when the last time you got fucked
was?" he asked, stroking his cock, which was almost as big
around as one of Sandy's thighs.
The dazed blonde could tell from his expression that Arnie
wanted her to refuse him. For the first time, she realized that he
liked what he was doing to her, that they enjoyed torturing her.
"Five years ago," she mumbled between coughs. "It was my
fiance. But it was awful! It made me sick, and I broke up with him.
Are you satisfied?"
"He must have had a prick the size of a peanut." Bridget had
stopped slapping Sandy's ass. Now she and Rocky were pulling
the silky asscheeks wide apart, reveaing the tiny pink bud of her
asshole. "And how long has it been since you've had a big fat
cock stuck up your ass?"
Bridget knifed a finger deep up Sandy's virgin asshole as she
asked the question, and the sultry blonde screamed in shock and
pain. She shook her ass frantically, but Bridget followed her with
her finger, grinding it as far as it would go up the skin tight canal
of Sandy's shitter.She scratched her long fingernail over the
super-sensitive skin of Sandy's ass-chute, making the sexy
landlady tremble with agony.
"Never, you dirty whore!" Sandy screamed. "And I never will
either, you scummy, slutty tramp!"
"Bitch!" Arnie growled. "You've got some serious lessons to
learn! It's time to stop fucking around!"
Arnie tossed Sandy onto her side, and before the sleek beauty
could regain her balance, he had jerked her arms around the
bottom of her toilet howl and snapped handcuffs around her
wrists.
Sandy jerked helplessly at the chains as her face was pressed
into the cold, dainp toilet bowl, but there was no way she could
escape.
Suddenly Arnie dropped to his knees behind her. When she felt
the brush of his monstrous cock over the silky curve of her ass,
she knew what was going to happen.
"No!" she whispered, fear and horror combining to make her
weak. "Please don't do this! Please stop now! I'll give you money!
I won't tell anyone what happened! Just please don't rape me! I
can't stand sex!"
"Shut up, land-whore," Bridget said, straddling the toilet and
pushing her cunt into Sandy's face. "You love to use that mouth
so much, use it on my pretty pussy!"
Sandy gagged at the woman's horrid words. She looked up at
Bridget, and for the first time she realized that all of her attackers
had stripped while she was being dunked underwater. Chuck and
Rocky were standing on either side of her, both their cocks hard
as crowbars and longer than any pricks Sandy had ever
imagined. But it was the sight of Bridget that took the sultry
blonde's breath away.
Sandy was a tall girl, but Bridget was over sixfeet tall. And while
Sandy had the slender build of a fashion model, Bridget was built
like a cross between an old-timer stripper and a female
bodybuilder.
She was almost as firm as Sandy, but her ass was fuil and her
thighs were lush and her tits were huge mounds of flesh that
seemed to defy gravity by standing so high and proud on her
chest. Bridget's flaming red hair was matched by an equally fiery
patch over her cunt. And her skin was flawless ivory.
"That's right, cunt!" Bridget hissed. "Take a good look! You're a
sexy little bitch, but you've never even seen anyone as sexy as
me!"
"Stop bragging!" Arnie growled, slapping his big prick over the
tiny pink lips of Sandy's cunt. "You're just another big-titted slut!
Our landlady here's not just sexy, she's sexy with some class!"
"And Sandy-slut's got the best legs I've ever seen," Rocky said.
"And those nipples are in a class by themselves. You're a beauty,
Bridget, but this shiny tramp might have you beat."
Sandy burned with shame as her four captors talked about her
like she was a piece of meat or a used car they were considering
buying. A look of cold fury crossed Bridget's face, and she
grabbed two handfuls of Sandy's silky blonde hair and jammed
her cunt right into the trapped beauty's face.
Sandy gagged at the fishy smell of Bridget's cunt. The wet, slimy
feel of the redhead's pussy over her face made Sandy retch
repeatedly, and her sleek, tanned body shook with the force of
her gagging. Bridget pinched her nose shut and Sandy gasped
for air, knowing that sooner or later she would have to open her
mouth to the girl's pussy.
"Here you go, landlady,' Arnie said, putting the bulging head of
his cock against the fluttering pink lips of Sandy's pussy. "After so
long, you're probably ready for some hard fucking."
Arnie had to stretch the lips of her pussy with his fingers to wedge
the fat head of his cock inside her cunt. Then he grabbed her by
her hips and yanked her back toward him.
Pain ripped up Sandy's back and down her slender legs. Every
muscle in her long, lean body went rigid with agony. Her cunt
clutched tightly around his prick, trying desperately to slow the
devastating penetration. He fucked six inches of his fat cock
inside her in one brutal lunge, and Sandy felt as if her whole body
was stuffed with burning, bulging fuck-meat.
"Halfway there," Bridget said maliciously, rubbing Sandy's elegant
face all over her juicy cunt. "The rest of it's the sweet part, bitch.
The rest of it's the part that's going to send your highclass ass to
heaven!"
"No!" Sandy cried, her beautiful face twisted with agony. Her
sleek body was drawn as tight as a bowstring from the pain Arnie
was causing her. "No more! I'll give you anything! Anything!"
Sandy's pussy was already stretched as far as it would go. She
had always had a tiny cunt, especially for a girl as tall as she was.
Even her boyfriend's four-inch, pencil-thin cock had been
uncomfortably large in her tiny pussy. Arnie's cock was a foot-
long monster. If he crammed the rest of it inside her, Sandy was
certain that he would tear her to pieces.
"Sweet bitch!" Arnie gasped, sweat dripping from his face as he
leaned down over her back. "You've got the sweetest, tightest
pussy I've ever fucked! Take it, bitch! Take every inch!"
Sandy screamed into the sloppy gash of Bridget's cunt as Arnie
fucked his giant cock the rest of the way inside her. Her stretched
tight cunt-lips felt as though they were ripping as he pushed the
fattest part of his prick through them. The tight, dry pocket of her
pussy stretched until it could stretch no more, and when the fat
head of Arnie's cock pounded against her cervix, Sandy thought
she would die.
She could feel Arnie's mammoth cock pushing deep inside her.
She could feel something slowly giving way inside her, and she
knew that the ruining girth and length of Arnie's cock were tearing
her cunt.
It took every ounce of Sandy's will power to keep from
whimpering like a beaten dog when Arnie's fat, hairy balls
slapped against the stretched-out lips of her cunt.
The pain was so awful that it paralyzed her. Lightning bolts of
agony crackled up her back and through her stomach and down
the insides of her thighs. The bones of Sandy's pelvis felt as
though they had been pushed roughly aside.
And then Annie started fucking her.
"No!" Sandy whispered as he pulled his cock back through the
clinging, savaged pussy. "No! No! No!"
He slammed twelve inches back inside her with one hard lunge,
and Sandy's shoulder slammed against the cold, hard bowl of her
toilet with such force that she screamed out in anguish. Her cunt
felt as though it had been torn out from between her legs, as
though it was being fucked deep into her stomach at the end of
Annie's terrible cock.
She felt wetness coat her cunt, and she didn't know whether it
was fuck-lube or blood, but she knew that it wasn't enough to
help the awful agony that was filling every inch of her sleek, sultry
body.
It was all Sandy could do to keep from screaming as Arnie
smashed her into the cold porcelain of the toilet. The pain was
incredible, worse than anything she had ever felt.
"Eat me out, you dirty slut!" Bridget shouted, quakng with ecstasy
every time Arnie drove his huge cock up Sandy's pussy and
forced her face deeper between Bridget's legs. "Wag that slutty
pink tongue and kiss my pretty pussy! Do it, you worthless
whore!"
Sandy hardly heard the sexy redhead's demands. The shattering
fucking Arnie was giving her took up every bit of her attention.
Psssy-juice was flooding her injured cunt, trying hopelessly to
ease the savaging passage of Arnie's immense prick.
His cock was stalned with red as he pounded it in and out of
Sandy's helpless body. Her cunt had torn repeatedly under the
brutal lunges of his too-large cock.
Arnie didn't care. He had fucked women bloody before, though he
and the others had never had such a beautiful woman to play
with. Arnie had never met a woman except Bridget who could
take his big cock the first time without tearing. It wouldn't be long
before Sandy's pussy was stretched out far enough to handle his
fat foot of cock-meat.
Sandy hugged the bowl of the toilet, trying to brace herself
against the body-shattering thrusts of Arnie's cock. Arnie fucked
her faster and harder, folding her long lean body up into less than
a foot of space. Every muscle in Sandy's sexy body cramped and
spasmed in the unnatural position, and every brutal fuck-thrust
put her under even more pressure.
"I said eat out my pussy, you good for nothing cunt!" Bridget
growled, and she twisted Sandy's head until the sexy blonde's
pretty face was twisted beneath her. "Now open your mouth and
get to work, Sandy-slut, or I'm going to piss all over your face!"
Sandy couldn't believe what Bridget was threatening to do. The
idea.was so awful that it pentrated the haze of pain and horror
Arnie's brutal rape was causing her. The thought of sticking her
tongue into Bridget's smelly red cunt still made Sandy sick, but
anything would be better than being pissed on.
The men whooped when they saw Sandy's pretty pink tongue
swipe over the heavy folds of Bridget's pussy. Chuck and Rocky
knelt down to get better looks as Sandy licked a trembling path all
over the outside of Bridget's cunt. The voluptuous redhead shifted
sensuously on the toilet seat, rubbing her cunt all over Sandy's
pretty trapped face.
Sandy wanted to vomit at the first awful, fleshy taste of Bridget's
cunt. There was a salty, sharp taste that the sultry blonde knew
was pussy-juice, and Sandy's mind exploded at the perversity of
having to taste another woman's cunt. For her whole life, Sandy
had hated and avoided sex. Now in just a few mintues, Bridget
and the others had brought her to hera knees, servicing a man at
one end and a woman at the other.
Arnie moaned with pleasure as he watched the sexy blonde
moving her tongue over the swollen folds of Bridget's blood-red
pussy. He slammed his cock into Sandy's ravaged cunt, then
squirmed around, stfrring his cock like a giant spoon inside the
stretched, torn sheath of her pussy. He knew he was hurting the
hell out of her, though, and he wanted to keep up the
punishment.
There was nothing in the world Arnie liked more than to see a
beautiful woman squirming with pain. There was something about
breaking a sexy bitch to his will and turning some uptight cunt into
a fawning little slave-girl that turned Arnie on even more than the
kind of hot sex he was having with Sandy now. The only person
he had ever met who loved to degrade and abuse bitches more
than he did was Bridget, and together they were merciless.
Sandy gagged helplessly as she slipped her tongue into the
humid pocket of Bridget's cunt. Pussy-juice poured out over the
swollen folds to soak her face. Bridget shifted from side to side,
wiping her pussy-slime all over Sandy's pretty face and pushing
the helpless beauty's head deeper into the toilet bowl. Sandy's
head was turned around almost backwards now, and the pain
that was shooting through her neck was almost as bad as the
agony that was grinding through her violated pussy.
Sandy tried to blank her mind as she slithered her tongue up
between the swollen red folds of Bridget's pussy. She tried to
imagine she was licking an ice-cream cone or a loffipop.
She tried io imagine anything that would take her away from the
awful pain of her double humiliation at the hands of the two evil
people. The only thought that kept her sane was that sooner or
later the horrible assault would have to end.
"Cunt!" Bridget shouted as Sandy's tongue slithered inside her
burning, wet cunt. "Suck on the outside, you dirty whore! Stick
your slutty tongue up inside me and suck out all my yummy fuck-
juice!"
Sandy clamped her lips tight around the pooching mouth of
Bridget's pussy and fucked her tongue deep inside the hot gash.
She found the long, fat bud of Bridget's clit, horrified at the
realization that it was almost as big as a cock. She whipped her
tongue deep inside Bridget's pussy, but she tried to avoid that
long, thick nub of flesh.
"Cumming!" Bridget squealed as Sandy applied suction to her
swampy pussy. "Keep that tongue fucking, tiny tits! Prove that
you're good for something, anyway!"
Sandy burned with shame at the sexy redhead's words, but she
kept her lips sucking and her tongue flapping. Pussy-juice poured
into her open mouth, and Sandy gagged, both from choking on
the thick broth and from disgust at having her mouth filled with
the spendings of another woman. Even the pain and degradation
of Annie's savage rape faded from her mind as Bridget drowned
her with the thick juice of her orgasm.
Suddenly her head was yanked back, and Sandy gasped with
shock and pain as she pulled free of Bridget's sloppy cunt. Arnie
used her silky blonde hair like reins as he fucked his huge cock
into her faster and harder than ever. Sandy could feel his cock
jerking wildly inside her, and she knew he was about ready to
cum.
"Beg me to cum, Sandy-slut!" Arnie shouted, flattening her silky
asscheeks with every thundering thrust of his cock inside her.
"Beg me to fill you up with jism! Beg me to cream your scrawny
little ass!"
Sandy stared up into Bridget's scornful, smiling face unable to
connect this beautiful, evil woman with the pleasant girl who had
rented a room from her a month before.
Sandy screamed when Arnie shot his first thick blast of jism up
her clutching pussy. The salty cock-cream burned into her
tattered cunt, driving the sleek, lean blonde wild with agony.
He jerked back even harder on her hair while he filled her with his
jism, and Sandy arched her back like a well-trained horse,
hugging the toilet and thrusting her ass back against the
punishing strokes of his massive cock.
"Squirt it inside me!" Sandy gasped, the pain from having her hair
pulled bringing tears to her big brown eyes. "Squirt all your nasty
jism up my tiny cunt! You dirty bastards! I hate you all! Cream my
scrawny little ass, you dirty motherfucker!"
Annie splattered the inside of Sandy's tiny pink cunt with his hot
cock-cream. His jism pooled deep inside her body, and Sandy felt
sick as she felt it soaking her insides, burhing its way into her like
some kind of corrosive acid. Her cunt clutched convulsively at his
jerking cock as he spilled the last of his cum inside her.
Bridget stared down at Sandy with a wicked smile on her face.
She had seen Sandy around town for months, swinging her tight
little ass as if she was too good for anyone. Bridget couldn't stand
the thought of a woman as sexy and stuck up as Sandy, and so
she had jumped at the chance to rent a room in her house. Now
she was going to wipe all that stuck-up nonsense right out of
Sandy's snooty little mind.
Sandy collapsed weakly against the toilet as Arnie pulled his fat
cock out of her ass. She whimpered with fear as he jerked her
face around, and she trembled with shock at the sight of his
blood-stained, juice-coated cock.
She clamped her lips tightly together when he slapped his huge
prick across her cheek and started rubbing it over her face.
"Sandy-slut's starting to look the part," Rocky said as he took
Arnie's place between her long, lean legs. "Pussy-cream and jism
look good on that pretty fucking face!"
"Looking it isn't good enough!" Arnie growled, wiping every trace
of blood and fuckslime off on Sandy's beautiful face. "This sorry
slut needs to learn her place! You might think you're coming out
of this the same way you came in, Sandy, but you're fucking
wrong! By the time we're done with you, you won't even fucking
remember your name!"
"Now suck me some more," Bridget said, plunging Sandy's
beautiful, soiled face against her cunt. "You neglected my big clit
the last time, Sandy. I'm sure you won't make the same mistake
again, will you?"
"I'm sure she won't," Rocky said, fucking his fat cock up the
already ravaged channel of Sandy's cunt. "Because if she does, I
might just take my cock out of her scummy little pussy and fuck
her asshole to pieces!"
Sandy shivered with pain and anger and huriliation. But this time
when Bridget dragged her pussy over her face, she flicked her
tongue right over the fat nub of her clit.
CHAPTER TWO
Bridget's clit throbbed inside Sandy's warm, wet mouth. Sandy
wanted to throw up at the meaty taste of the long nub of flesh,
but she choked down her sickness and sucked Bridget's clit fully
between her lips. The sexy redhead moaned and locked her
meaty thighs so tight around Sandy's head that the sleek blonde
thought she was going to pass out. She still kept sucking on the
clit and washing her tongue over the fat, wriggling length of flesh.
Rocky was fucking her to death, Sandy was sure of that now. Her
cunt was sloppy with pussy-juice and jism and blood, but nothing
could ease the passage of the log of flesh Rocky was impaling
her with. His cock was almost as long and fat as Arnie's, and
Sandy wondered dimly where Bridget had found three men with
such enormous pricks. Two things made this rape even worse
than the first.
One was that her cunt was already in tatters from the savaging
she had received from Arnie, and the second was that Rocky was
fucking her injured cunt in the most brutal way her mind could
imagine.
Rocky never fucked her from the same angle twice. He swung his
hips from side to side, lowered and raised himself so that he
could spear her cunt up and then down. He didn't fuck her with a
steady rhythm either, sometimes pounding into her a dozen times
with the speed and power of a jackhammer, other times taking
ten or fifteen seconds between fuck-thrusts.
Sandy trembled with fear and pain, beaten to the point of terror by
the savagely unpredictable way Rocky was fucking her. Her
perfectly rounded asscheeks shook with the force of the fucking
he was giving her. She cried as she sucked on Bridget's clit, no
longer able to stop the tears.
"Take it, you lousy whore," Rocky said, grinning with evil delight
as he skewered her cunt. "Let's stretch that slimy little hole out
and work it into shape! No bitch your age should have a cunt this
tiny! Shit, you should have been fucked looser than this by the
time you got out of high school!"
Sandy whined hopelessly, unable even to plead with Rocky
because of the clit that filled her mouth and the cunt that was
plastered over her face. Bridget was climaxing one time after
another, and Sandy cried at the unfairness of Bridget feeling so
much pleasure while all she was given was pain.
Pussy-juice poured all over Sandy's pretty face, glossing her
beautiful features with a coat of slimy liquid.
Bridget banged her ass against Sandy's face as one climax after
another runibled through her wet cunt. She clamped her powerful
thighs so tight around Sandy's head that the captive blonde
couldn't move an inch in any direction.
There was nothing Bridget loved more than forcing some bitch to
suck her clit. Waves of pleasure washed through her big, sexy
frame, growing so intense that she could hardly stand them. She
couldn't remember ever having cum so powerfully.
Sandy gasped with agony as Chuck leaned beneath her and
captured one of her long, pink nipples between his teeth. Arnie
did the same on the other side, and Sandy squirmed and
thrashed in anguish as the two men chewed cruelly on her
nipples.
It felt to the violated beauty as if they were devouring her alive,
eating her nipples right off her proud, pointy tits. Arnie opened
his mouth wide and took over half of her left tit inside his mouth.
"Fuck me back, you skinny bitch!" Rocky shouted, pounding his
big fist down into the small of Sandy's back. "Shake your slutty
ass and squeeze that scummy little cunt on my big prick!"
Sandy wanted to scream at Rocky, wanted to get a gun and
shoot him. But as he pounded first one fist and then the other
into the small of her back, she knew she was going to have to
obey him. She rotated her ass in wide, slow circles, trying to
wring the jism from his cock. Her pussy was almost numb with
agony, but she closed it as completely as she could around the
pillaging stalk of his prick.
"That's it, Sandy-slut," Rocky said, fucking her mistreated cunt-
hole with his long, thick cock. He circled her tiny waist with his
hands and started jerking her back against him.
"Fuck! Shake that ass, slut! Squeeze that dirty little pussy on my
great big cock!"
Sandy breathed a sigh of relief into Bridget's swamping,
spasming pussy. Even though Rocky was fucking into her torn
cunt more savagely than ever, spearing his cock so deep inside
her that his fat cock-head slammed her cervix like a battering
ram, it was better than the wild, erratic fucking he had been
giving her before. Sandy braced herself against the toilet and
offered her sweet ass up to be pounded mercilessly.
Rocky fucked her so fast that his muscular ass became a blur.
He pounded her into the toilet until the porcelain bowl shook with
the force of his fucking.
Sandy quaked and tossed under him helplessly, unable to hold
steady under the brutal speed and savage power of his thrusting.
His cock was like a fist inside her, pounding her insides to pieces.
Arnie and Chuck stopped biting her to watch the savage fucking,
and they cheered Rocky on as he fucked Sandy to submission.
The gorgeous blonde landlady stopped sucking Bridget's clit as
Rocky pounded her into the toilet. Her mouth hung limp and her
head lolled between Bridget's lush thighs. The world was
spinning away from her. She felt as though she were being
shoved down some long, dark tunnel, pushed into some dark
place where the only thing to keep her company was pain and
sex.
"Sweet whore!" Rocky whispered, jerking Sandy back and forth
on his huge cock as she were nothing more than a senseless
fuck-toy "I'm cumming, you dirty little bitch! Take-it, whore! Take
some fucking jism!"
Sandy mewled like a dying cat as Rocky's jism spurted deep
inside her. She felt sick as the viscous fuck-slime soaked into
her inflamed cunt-flesh. She could feel it filling her, drenching
her, and she cried at the shame of being so utterly defiled by the
hulking man.
The sleek, sultry blonde cried openiy as Rocky's cum began to
leak back out of her pussy. Bridget and the men laughed at her
despair and shame, and Rocky reached up to catch some of the
drooling fuck-slime and rub it all over the silky blonde triangie of
Sandy's pussy-hair. Sandy was still crying when Rocky pulled
her head around to face his dripping cock.
"Open your mouth," he said, pointing his cock at Sandy's lips.
The elegant blonde knew what was going to happen when she
did, but she was too weak to fight. "You've got a scummy pussy,
slut! Now clean me off before I punish you for getting me dirty!"
Sandy gagged as Rocky slid his cock into the waiting socket of
her mouth. She closed her lips around his sliding prick, and in an
instant her lush lips had been painted with cunt-juice, cum and
blood.
She began to choke in earnest when Rocky pushed more of his
cock into her mouth, and she tried frantically to pull away when
she realized that he meant to push the whole ghastly length of
his cock down her throat.
"No you don't," Bridget said cheerfully, grabbing Sandy by
handfuls of her fluffy blonde hair and jerking her head brutally
forward on the huge, soiled cock. "You suck that cock like you
love it, Sandy! You better love it, because that's about a third of
what you'll be doing from now on!"
Sandy gagged around the throat-clogging girth of Rocky's cock.
Spit filled her mouth and soon it was running out over her wide-
stretched lips, coursing down over her chin in a glistening wave.
She grunted, her beautiful face twisting in pain, as Chuck fucked
his cock inside her sloppy, battered pussy. Chuck's big cock
made a wet squishing sound as it plumbed Sandy's injured
pussy, and all four of her attackers laughed at the sound. Sandy
burned with shame, her golden tan reddening to bright crimson.
"Now you're getting into it, Sandy-slut," Arnie said, stroking his
huge, hard cock. "Two cocks at once is the least of what you
ought to be doing. A bitch like you should be able to handle a
dozen with no trouble."
Sandy cried out in shame at Anije's degrading words, feeling dirty
beyond endurance by him and his friends. Her cunt spasmed
with agony every time Chuck fucked his huge cock inside her.
Her throat felt as though it was getting a sandpaper massage
every time Rocky plugged it with his too thick slab of cock-meat.
Bridget whipped Sandy's head back and forth, tiny orgasms
peaking inside her from just the sight of the beautiful blonde's
face being fucked so obscenely.
Sandy's svelte, limber body was crushed into less than two feet
of space by the double fucking and the toilet bowl. Her back was
arched and her sexy ass was waving high in the air. Bridget's
cunt spasmed with exdtement as she watched the elegant blonde
battered and twisted and fucked into submission, and she
impaled Sandy's face even more brutally on Rocky's cock.
Sandy's mind was reeling from all the terrible things that were
happening to her at once. Her mouth was full of throbbing, dirty
prick. Her cunt was getting pounded raw by a third brutally
pounding cock. Her lush lips blubbered around the pistoning
shaft of Rocky's cock, making filthy wet noises. Each plunge of
Chuck's prick inside her cunt sounded like a sponge being hit
with a baseball bat.
Chuck leaned down low over Sandy's bowed back and grabbed
her firm tits. He rabbit- fucked her, whipping his cock inside her
pussy with short, lightning-fast strokes that made the sexy
blonde grunt with pain and drove the air from her lungs. He dug
his fingers into the silky soft flesh of her tits, using the pointy
mounds as handles to whip her back and forth on his cock.
Sandy's pussy fought the brutal fuck at first, but soon it had been
battered into submission by the powerful stroking of the fat stalk
of fuckmeat. Every jolting fuck-thrust left her dazed and
breathless. The juicy stirring of his cock inside her sodden pussy
was joined by the meaty impact of his hard abdomen against her
bronzed, rounded asscheeks. Sandy gripped the toilet bowl with
all her failing strength and prayed that the savage assault would
end.
Rocky moaned with pleasure as Bridget moved Sandy's helpless,
beautiful face back and forth over his rock-hard cock. He had
cum only moments before, but his balls were swollen and his
cock was twitching with excitement. He had never felt a throat as
tight as Sandy's, and it was driving him wild.
"Yes!" he shouted, pumping his hips as though he were fucking a
cunt instead of a throat. "Suck some cum, you dumb whore!
Swallow some jism, you skinny bitch!"
"Right on!" Chuck yelled, leaning his full weight onto Sandy's
chained, limber body and fucking his cock deep inside her
injured pussy. "Take it at both ends, landlady! Your cunt getting
a taste for this sweet fuck juice yet?"
Rocky blasted jism right down the desperately constricting
channel of Sandy's throat. She choked and coughed on the
gummy fuck-cream, but as quickly as she coughed it up, Rocky
fucked it back down her throat with the gullet-clogging shaft of his
cum-spouting prick.
The jism filled Sandy's mouth, and she gagged at the salty,
meaty taste of it.
Chuck's jism was blasting deep inside her cunt, mixing with the
cum-loads his two friends had already pumped inside her
unwilling body.
Sandy's pussy clutched wildly at the fat bursts of jism, squeezing
in a desperate, futile attempt to expel the cum and the horrid cock
that was spattering it inside her.
Fresh cum drooled from her swollen pussy, mixed with stale cum
and the sticky, transparent juice of Sandy's pussy.
Sandy gasped and squirmed against the toilet, trapped helplessly
between the two cumming men. Her mind exploded with horror
at the thought that two men were emptying their balls into her
sultry, captive body at the same time.
Only the sleaziest whores took on men two at a time.
Bridget jerked Sandy's head back, pulling her lush lips off Rocky's
still-spurting cock. Sandy gasped in shock and disgust as- milky
lines of jism splashed against her face. More cum drooled out
over her lips in a bubbling mix of fuck-juice and spit. Rocky
grabbed his bursting cock and jerked on it, wringing out greasy
stands of jism all over the dazed beauty's upturned face.
"Like that, whore?" Bridget asked, laughing with delight at the
sight of Sandy's beautiful face being so utterly fouled. "Here, tiny
tits, let me help you out a little more!"
Bridget spit at Sandy's face, and the degraded blonde cried out in
dismay as the spit splattered against her cheek.
Rocky's orgasm was fading, and he moved closer, letting the last
of his cum dribble out over Sandy's face again and again, adding
her saliva to the mix of cum and pussy-juice that already soiled
her perfect features.
"My turn," Arnie said, pushing Rocky aside and pushing his huge
cock against Sandy's limply parted lips. "Wet me down good,
Sandy-slut."
Sandy stared in disbelief down the long, fat shaft of Arnie's cock.
It seemed impossible to her that such a huge log of meat could
stand so stiff and straight. She heard the wet splattering of
Chuck's cum as it dribbled back out of her saturated pussy, and
felt the slow, wet drool of Rocky's jism down her pretty face.
She clamped her mouth tightly shut, swearing to herself that she
wouldn't take anymore.
"All right, then," Arnie said, smiling at the tortured beauty's pitiful
rebellion. "I was going to be nice and let you lube me down
before I stuck my cock up your virgin little shitter, but if you'd
rather have it go up dry, I guess that's your business."
For an instant, Sandy's horrified mind refused to believe what
Arnie was saying. Slowly, sadly, the truth dawned on the
victimized blonde. She was a helpless captive in her own home,
a defenseless fuck-toy for Arnie and the others. They had already
fucked her cunt and mouth. There was no reason to believe that
they wouldn't rape her asshole too.
Sandy planted a long, wet kiss on the bulging head of Arnie's
cock.
"That's it, Sandy-slut," Arnie said, his smile growing wider. "Slick
it down real good and maybe I won't tear you in half when I
shove this big cock all the way up your shitty little ass."
Sandy couldn't imagine anything that would save her from death
when Arnie fucked his huge log of cock-meat up her tiny, virgin
shitter. She had never even imagined a man sticking his cock up
her asshole. The reality of being fucked with a cock as freakishly
long and fat as Arnie's filling her mind with terror.
She tried to open her mouth wide enough to take Arnieâ€™s cock
inside, but it was just too huge. The thought that Arnie was going
to plunge a cock too large to fit between her lips up the thin
chute of her asshole made the sexy, beaten blonde shake with
fear.
She kissed and licked her way up and down his prick-shaft
instead, drooling over the stiff cock the way a hungry dog would
a juicy bone. She lathered the fat cock with her tongue and
nuzzled it lovingly with her lips, all the time trembling in horror at
where the huge prick was headed.
"Good job," Arnie said, pulling his spit-dripping cock back from
Sandy's slavishiy working lips arid circling around behind her
"The secret here is to relax, Sandy. If you tense up, I'm going to
rip you up for sure."
The others laughed.
"Falling down on the job, aren't you, you lazy cunt?" Bridget
hissed, twisting Sandy's head around by her long, golden hair.
"You're supposed to be wing your scummy little mouth, too! I'll
tell you what tiny tits, to make up for forgetting, how about you
sucking out my shitter this time instead of my pussy?"
Sandy screamed out in rage and terror and disgust as Bridget
dragged her face over the swampy gash of her pussy and back
between the cheeks of her luscious ass.
Only the terror of what Arnie was going to do to her tiny ass-
chute with his monster cock kept Sandy from throwing up when
she got her first smell of Bridget's asscrack and felt the first brush
of wet warmth against her cheeks.
"Suck my ass and I'll make Arnie go slow," Bridget said, winking
at the men. "Stick out your tongue and lick all over my pretty ass,
then stick your tongue right up my asshole. And kiss my pretty
asshole, too."
Sandy moaned with shame and disgust, but she figured that
anything that might spare her from the full fury of Arnie's pillaging
cock was worth trying. Despair filled the beautiful, elegant blonde
as she realized how quickly Bridget and the others had broken
her to their will, and how far down the path of debauchery they
had forced her.
Sandy retched uncontrollably at her first taste of Bridget's
asscrack. There was a base, earthy taste that could have only
been one thing, and Sandy's sleek, sultry body shook with her
gagging as she tasted it. Bridget and the others laughed at her as
she gagged, and Arnie slapped his monster cock against the
cheeks of her tanned ass.
Sandy wanted to turn her head away, but she knew now that
whatever her evil captors demanded of her they would get one
way or another. Trembling with disgust, she slipped her tongue
back out over the humid crack of Bridget's ass.
The voluptuous redhead stuck fingers up her cunt as Sandy
licked her asscrack. She denched her lush asscheeks playfully,
squeezing Sandy's pretty face in a vise of filthy wet warmth.
As she plunged her fmgers deep inside her sloppy cunt, she
rocked her hips back and forth over Sandy's trapped face,
smearing the filth of her ass all over the gorgeous, captive
blonde.
At the same time, Rocky and Chuck were spreading Sandy's silky
asscheeks wide, and Arnie was fitting the big head of his cock
into the narrow crack, planting the huge tip right on top of the tiny
pink bud of her asshole. Arnie's cock dwarfed the tiny ring of
Sandy's asshole, and even he began to wonder if he was going
to be able to fuck it inside.
At first, all Sandy felt was a dull, unyielding pressure. It seemed
as though her asscheeks were being spread farther and farther
apart, that her long, lean body was being folded up into an even
smaller mound of space. Then her tiny asshole began to part
before the monstrous advance of Arnie's big cock-and the real
pain began.
"Give my asshole a great big wet kiss," Bridget said, fucking
three fmgers inside her stealning cunt as she watched Arnie fuck
the fist-sized head of his cock into the desperately resisting circle
of muscle at the mouth of Sandy's asshole. "Plant those slutty
lips around my asshole and stick your tongue all the way inside.
French-kiss my asshole, Sandy-slave! French- kiss my asshole
to tell me you love me!"
Sandy whimpered with the agony that was flaring through her
captive, helpless body. She would have said or done anything to
stop the pain that was flowering out from the stretching outer ring
of her asshole.
Sandy planted her lush lips over the ring of Bridget's asshole, still
hoping that she could please the voluptuous redhead into
slowing the assault on her own helpless ass-chute.
Her gorge rose again as she slipped her tongue up the filthy
chute of Bridget's asshole, but she squirmed her lips around the
tight, circular bud and drove her tongue into the dirty hole as far
as it would go.
Her tongue touched something thick and moist and Sandy
thought she was going to die, but she squirmed her tongue
around inside the filthy channel as though she loved everything
she was tasting.
All three of the men were holding onto Sandy's hips, keeping her
in place as Arnie fucked his massive cock inside her. The lean,
sultry blonde squirmed her upper body, her silky skin bathed in
glistening sweat from the strain and agony of what was
happening.
Sandy shrieked into the tight ring of Bridget's asshole as the
outer ring of her ass muscles gave way and her hole opened to
the ruining advance of Arnie's gigantic prick. The bowed beauty
could feel the muscles relax, worn to exhaustion by the relentless
pressure of Arnie's rock-hard cock.
Then she felt them resist again as they were extended to the
limits of their elasticity. When they gave way the second time,
tearing under the merciless advance of Arnie's cock, Sandy
thought she was going to pass out.
One ring of muscle after another gave way and then was torn
asunder by the brutal, relentless advance of Arnie's thick cock.
Sandy's tiny shitter spread wide as Arnie wedged his cock up her
ass. Her shitter grew wet with blood as Arnie tore his way inside
her, the lubrication making it even easier for him to push every
last ghastly inch of his enormous prick inside her.
Sandy's sleek, golden body went limp against the toilet. She
trembled uncontrollably even as sweat dripped from her sinuous
body. Her lips slipped from Bridget's asshole and her eyes
flickered shut.
She was still conscious, but she was going into shock from the
awful pain and continual outrages her four attackers were
committing on her helpless, sexy body.
Arnie's balls slapped the swollen lips of her pussy as he drove the
last inch of his cock inside her split shitter.
He squirmed his cock around inside the pain-drenched shit-chute,
reveling in the wet tightness of the ravaged channel. Then he
pulled his monstrous cock back, smiling at the red and brown
paint job Sandy's asshole had given it.
And then he slammed it back in.
Sandy's head dropped forward into the toilet water as Arnie
fucked her ripped-open asshole with his foot-long cock. The cool
water brought her back around, but every savage plunge of
Arnie's cock into her ruined shitter fucked a little more of the life
out of her. Her arms slipped from around the bowl to drag limply
against the floor, and she let her head drag in the water. Every
killing fuck-thrust pushed her forward a little more, until her head
was banging against the far side of the toilet bowl with each new
fuck plunge.
"Worthless little bitch!" Bridget gasped, lifting up off the toilet bowl
as Arnie's brutal ass- fucking pushed Sandy's svelte body farther
over into it. "Can't even get your ass fucked and suck ass at the
same time! What the fuck are you good for?"
Even in her pain-fogged state, the elegant beauty could feel
shame at the way her tormentors were using her helpless body.
"Well, piss on you if you can't do your little chores," Bridget said,
squatting high over the bowl so the men would have a clear look
at what she was doing. "Piss on your good for nothing, scrawny
little bod."
"Oh no!" Sandy whispered as Bridget pissed on her, her voice so
low and shaky that no one but her could hear it. "Oh please no!
Not this! I'm not a toilet!"
Bridget laughed as she pissed on the helpless, beautiful blonde,
moving her ass slowly back and forth so she could soak every
inch of Sandy's twisting, tawny body with her stinging, stinking
piss. The burning liquid splattered in-to Sandy's satiny blonde
hair, stained her flawless bronzed back with dirty yellow. The
piss ran rivers down over Sandy's face, coursed down from her
silky skin to splash into the toilet water.
"Oh yeah!" Arnie shouted, fucking his huge cock even more
brutally into the ruined chainiel of Sandy's shitter. "Piss all over
the landlady, Bridget! Give the sexy slut a bath in your piss!"
Arnie groaned as his cum blasted deep up the broken blonde's
pulverized shitter. His jism spurted from his thigh-thick cock like
water from a firehose, spitting so far inside Sandy that it felt to
the pain-dazed beauty that it was pooling in her stomach. He
fucked her quicker than ever as he filled her asshole with cum,
bludgeoning his fat cock through the weakly clasping ruins of her
asshole.
As his cock began to slip back down the reamed-out chute of her
ass, Sandy screamed in new agony. His salty cum burned like
lava as it slipped back out her wounded ass-chute.
"No more!" Sandy gasped as Arnie pulled his stffl-hard, still-
dripping cock from her ravaged asshole. "Please, I can't stand
anymore! Please have mercy on me!"
"Mercy?" Arnie shouted, showing off his blood-drenched cock to
the others. He wiped the slime all over the silky globes of
Sandy's perfect ass. "That's the one thing we're fresh out of,
pretty bitch! We're going to keep fucking you until you can't fuck
anymore! Then we'll stop!"
"Can't," Sandy whispered, the last of Bridget's piss running over
her sleek, tanned body. "Can't ... "
"Not until you say you can't, little tits," Bridget said, and then she
grunted with strain. "Until you really can't. Either we'll make you
so tough it's not fun to fuck with you, or we'll fuck you to death."
"Either way, you'll end up loving it," Chuck said, dropping to his
knees between Sandy's slender legs and fucking his fat cock up
her ass. "Shit, sex is just the warm up! Wait until we use the
whips!"
"Or the rings for your nipples and pussy," Bridget said, grunting
again.
"Or the branding iron," Rocky said.
Sandy opened her mouth to beg again, but before a word pasd
her lips, a wet, dark weight slapped against the back of her head,
then slid slowly through her golden hair and down across her
cheek. Her nose told her what it was before she saw it, and she
began to retch uncontrollably.
Bridget was shitting on her.
Turd after turd dropped down onto Sandy as Bridget emptied her
bowels. Turds dropped in-to her hair and slid over her face.
Turds slapped against her shoulders and back. One long, curling
turd plopped down right between Sandy's shoulders. It took every
ounce of Sandy's self-control to keep from throwing up as
Bridget shit all over her.
"Right on!" Chuck shouted happily, shooting another load of jism
up Sandy's reamed out asshole. "Right on, Bridget! Show
Sandy-slut her place! Shit all over the sexy bitch!"
"Skinny whore!" Bridget gasped, climaxing again and again as
she shit-bombed her helpless, sultry landlady. "I've wanted you
for a long time, Sandy! I'm going to turn your scrawny ass into
something even your mama wouldn't recognize!"
"I've got to take a piss," Arnie said, aiming his huge cock right at
Sandy's pretty face. "Normally I'd just use the toilet, but it looks
like some lazy slut's laid down on the job."
Sandy tensed as Arnie pissed all over her face. She turned her
head, but Rocky stepped up to the other side and pissed on her
from that direction too. After a moment, Chuck pulled his still-
dripping cock from her reamed-out, cumdripping asshole and
started pissing too. He aimed his stream of piss right at the
mound of shit that lay in the center of Sandy's shoulder blades.
As he pissed on it, the turd dissolved, painting Sandy's tan skin a
dirty shade of brown.
And finally Sandy did throw up, spilling her dinner into the toilet
they had chained her to, and as she did, her four tormentors
laughed at her and called her names. Then Bridget pushed
Sandy's head under the dirty toilet water.
CHAPTER THREE
Arnie dragged Sandy from the bathroom by the cuffs that bit into
her slender wrists. Sandy came awake as he pulled her through
the hall to the living room, and then she saw something that
made her scream in horror
"What's the matter, Sandy, don't you like your new bedroom?"
Bridget asked, trying to sound sad but giggling as she asked the
question. "We made it especially for you."
Sandy's new bedroom was a tlny cage. It was no more than a
foot high and three feet across. Sandy couldn't irnaagie anyway
she could fit in-side it, but there was no doubt that it was the
destination Arnie was dragging her to. The most horribje thing
about it was the chain that led from it up to a pulley in the ceiling.
The cage could be pulled off the floor. They were going to stuff
her into that tiny cage and hoist her off the ground like a caged
bfrd.
"No!" Sandy marmured as Arnie dragged her toward the cage.
"Please, no! I'll do anything you want! You can fuck me anyway
you want to! Please don't put me in there!"
"Fucking bitch!" Arnie growled, stopping to kick Sandy hard in her
silky ass. "Taking a free ride, bitch? If you're awake you ought to
be on your hands and knees, crawling like the slut you are!"
Bridget, Chuck and Rocky gathered around Sandy, kicking her
lean, lithe body and spitting on her face and tits.
Slowly, painfully, the sexy blonde rolled over onto her hands and
knees. It took every ounce of her strength just to lift herseff from
the ground, and pain lanced up like burning needles through her
ass and pussy.
"Now crawl, Sandy-slave!" Bridget hissed, kicking Sandy brutally
in the pit of her flat little stomach. "Drag your lazy, worthless ass
into that cage!"
Sandy had to turn her shoulders to wedge them through the
cage's tiny door. Fiery agony coursed up from her pussy and
asshole with every push of her legs against the plush living room
carpet. Sandy's head hit the far side of the cage before her ass
had entered the tiny door, and the sensuous blonde collapsed in
a heap, her long, lean legs sliding out from under her and her
head dropping to her arms.
"Bitch!" Bridget screamed, driving her foot savagely into the
swollen, pooching pocket of Sandy's pussy. "Lazy, worthless
whore! Shag that ass, bitch! It's time to crawl into your new
home, you skinny little whore!"
The others gathered around Sandy's ass, lashing her ass and
pussy and thighs with brutal kicks. Every jolting impact sent new
waves of pain shooting through Sandy's sleek, tawny body.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she began to inch her way
forward into the cage.
Stuffing herself into the tiny cage was the hardest thing Sandy
had ever had to do. Every muscle in her body screamed with
fatigue as she twisted and turned her way into the tiny steel box.
She had to fold her knees to her ears to get into the tiny cage,
and spread her legs out wide to either side of her body. She had
to press her face against the floor of the cage and press her ass
against its top to fit herself inside.
"I'll be damned," Rocky said as he shut the tiny door and
snapped its huge lock shut. "I never thought she was going to be
able to get in there. That's an awful lot of bitch for such a tiny
fucking cage."
"I told you," Bridget said, smirking at Sandy as the caged blonde
moaned in agony. "All the skinny little cunt ever did was shake
her ass through her ballet and her yoga shit. A few days in this
cage will tell us just how fucking limber she really is."
Sandy moaned in despair at the idea of spending days in the tiny
metal cage. Her shoulders and neck were already starting to
ache horribly from the way they were smashed against the
bottom of the box, and her impossibly wide-spread legs were
already tingling from lack of circulation. Her silky thighs were
crowded so closely against the sides of her head that she could
barely draw a breath.
Then something worse happened. Arnie and Rocky started to lift
her into the air.
Sandy screamed as the cage lifted into the air. The swinging of
the tiny metal box made the strain on her svelte body even
worse. Arnie and Rocky lifted the cage to their waist level, and
when they walked back toward her, their rockhard cocks in hand,
Sandy uttered a tiny, broken moan of despair. She was certain
that she knew what was going to come next.
"Here's the cart," Bridget said proudly, wheeling Sandy's dinner
cart from the kitchen. "You guys can do whatever you want with
her, but I get first dibs on the vibrators. I'm going to make the
silly whore cum."
Sandy looked at the cart with a sick, tired fascination as Bridget
picked up two silver torpedoes of shining metal. A hopeless
moan escaped her lips when she saw what was arranged on the
three shelves of the cart. There were tongs and pins, long staffs
of iron and vicious-looking clamps. There were dildos of every
size, some spiked, others sporting straps and rubber balls.
There were coiled whips and ping pong paddles, canes and riding
crops. There were metal rings and candles and dozens of other
devices. On the bottom shelf there was a small generator.
Bridget clicked the vibrators on.
"Like it, don't you, Sandy-slut?" Bridge laughed happily as she
touched one vibrator to the shuddering, silky skin of Sandy's ass
and slid the other along the cum-stained smoothness of her
inner thighs. "You bet you do, you skinny tramp! I'm going to
make you so crazy with these little babies that you won't know
what the fuck to do!"
The vibrators made Sandy's firm, bronzed skin shake, heated her
flesh until it felt like she was burning. They tickled and massaged
away the itch at the same time.
Sandy tried with every ounce of her will power to keep from
responding to the seductive touch of the vibrators, but as Bridget
brushed them over her firm ass and long, lean thighs, she began
to squirm with pleasure.
"That's it, slut!" Rocky growled. He scowled and pulled a cigarette
from his pocket. "You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?"
Sandy stared with wide-eyed tenor as Rocky lit the cigarette.
Chuck picked a handful of pins up off the dinner cart, and a tiny
mewl of horror escaped the trapped beauty. Still she couldn't still
the slow, sensual squirming of her sleek body against the enticing
massage of Bridget's vibrators.
She knew that Rocky and Chuck were going to hurt her terribly,
but she was feeling things now that she had never felt before.
"Suck my cock," Arnie said, picking up two strong metal clamps
from the table and stepping in front of Sandy's face.
The huge head of his cock would just fit between the bars of her
cage. "Give me a good blow-job, landlady."
Sandy stared up at the huge man with hate and desperation.
Horrible pain tore through her body, both from the savage rapes
of her pussy and cunt and from the horribly unnatural posi- tion
the cage forced her into. Her face was crushed against the bars,
an easy target for Arnie's massive cock. She clamped her lips
tightly shut and stared at him defiantly.
"Stupid bitch," Rocky said, and dragged the lit tip of his cigarette
over the slender bicep of Sandy's right arm.
"Noooooo!" Sandy howled as fire burned her flesh. She writhed
wildly inside the cage, swinging it from side to side. "Bastards!
Bastards! Bastards!"
Rocky moved the cigarette at a speed just fast enough to keep
from scarring the sultry blonde beauty, just slow enough to turn
her bronzed skin a dark shade of red.
He ran the cigarette all over her arm, wiggling it into the sensitive
fold of her elbow and then dragging it straight up her tender inner
arm.
When Rocky touched the burning cigarette tip to her armpit,
Sandy moaned with pain.
"That's it," Bridget said sarcastically, moving the vibrators all over
Sandy's ass and upper thighs. "Shake that pretty little ass. See,
Sandy-cunt, you thought you were all tired out. Silly bitch, you
haven't even gotten started yet."
Rocky pulled the cigarette back to take a puff on it. The ember
was flaring bright red when he slid it over the tender flesh behind
Sandy's right knee. The sexy slave screamed in agony.
Sandy opened her mouth wide for the advance of Arnie's
monstrous cock.
"Flap out your scummy little tongue," Arnie said, and when Sandy
did, he snapped a metal clamp shut on it.
Pain exploded through Sandy's head, pain more intense than any
she had ever felt. She tried to jerk her tongue back between her
lips. The clamp was too big to fit inside her mouth. Her tongue
felt crushed beyond repair. She jerked her head from side to side,
trying despe

### yet another old story

Post by samuria » Sat May 24, 2008 3:37 pm

Hello
here is a story that a Dom wrote, please feel free to send comments
to me and i will pass them on ...thank you .....katt
Candice struggled in the grip of the man. He had grabbed her from behind, and
had locked his arms around hers in a vice-like grip. She had tried to scratch
the man, but her arms were held too tight against her body. She had managed to
kick the man a few times but the man only cursed, and did not loosen his
grip. She was thrown into the back of the van. She immediately tried to stand
up but a kick against the side of her head send her flying against the side of
the van. When she tried to turn her head to see who kicked her, her capturer
had already jumped into the van and closed the doors. While Candice crawled
towards the front of the van, she noticed a tall slender woman in leather
outfit. Candice scanned her surroundings for anything she could use to hold
the womand and the man off, but the van was empty except for some lengths of
rope and a box which was standing in the back of the van. As the two came
neared, she flailed her arms at them, and felt her foot striking something.
The man cursed and punched her in the stomach. Candice bent double and saw the
woman's knee closing in on her chin. Then she blacked out ...
She awoke in a room that was lit by a number of spots. The room was white and
it was hard to tell where the floor ended and the walls began. Almost no
shadows were visible. She held up a hand to her eyes and tried to sit up.
Immediately, she cramped up as her stomach was still sending her pain signals.
Just when she remembered what had happened to her, she felt an arm around her
throat and a sharp pain in the side of her neck. Only a moment later, the
sharp pain was gone, and she realised someone had injected something into her
neck.
She tried to move her arms but they were already limp. She felt her whole body
fall away and become senseless and deaf to her commands. As she slumped to the
floor, she saw the woman that had knocked her out in the van. The woman was
wearing shades and dressed in black leather and latex. "Good", the woman said.
"You put up quite a fight honey, but in a few hours you can fight all you
want, if you'll be able to move".
Candice was turned onto her belly, and the woman sat across her back. Another
woman came into view, and she was pushing a little cart. As the cart was
parked right in front of Candice, she noticed a number of surgical tools,
rings and leather straps. She could only shudder at the sight, but could not
yet imagine the purpose of these things.
The woman on her back took a comb from the cart and started combing Candice's
long curly brown hair. Then her hair was moistened and the womand started
braiding. "Straps" the womand ordered, and the person who had pushed the cart
in answered "Yes Mistress". Mistress received some long leather straps, very
fine, about 15 inch in length, half an inch wide, each with a ring sowed in at
the end. Candice was unsure what was happening as all but her hearing and
sight had subsided. She had no feeling, and only because her head was
sometimes jerked backwards, she knew that something was being done to her hair.
Mistress was braiding the leather straps into her hair. She made nine small
braids, which in turn were braided into three thicker braids, and which were
finally braided into one thick braid. This took almost an hour but in the end,
nice leather straps were growing out of her hair, firmly attached and each
sticking out a few inches from underneath Candice's long hair.
Already, Candice felt her sense of touch coming back, and felt the hair
pulling at her cranial skin. She saw Mistress take leather cuffs from the cart
and locking her hands behind her back. Her feet were cuffed and she felt her
legs being bent back at the knee, and pulled towards her bottom. "Pull her
head back" ordered the Mistress, and the other womand pulled Candice's head
back as far as it would go, and then started pulling her up under her
shoulders. Mistress looped the leather straps through the cuffs at her ankles,
and attached them with small padlock the her handcuffs.
Candice was now fully stretched back, and unable to move without putting more
strain on her hair. The only thing she could do to relieve the strain on her
hair, as her senses were coming back more and more rapidly, and more and more
painful, was to arch her back all the way. She couldn't move her head and
could only alternately plead for mercy and curse the women who put here in
this position. After a few minutes, a jolt of pain came from her breasts and
she tried, instinctively, to double up. She cried out as she felt the sudden
increase of strain on her hair, and arched her back again.
A second time, the whip cracked across her breasts and again, Candice tortured
her hair all by herself by jerking her head down and her feet in opposite
directions. She rolled her eyes around in an attempt to see who was doing this
to here, and she catched a glimpse of the man she had kicked in the van.
"Bitch, you're gonna have a lot of suffering to do for kicking me in my knee
yesterday". Another lash on her tits and Candice felt tears of pain and
helplessness streaming down her cheeks. "This is just a small taste of what's
to come. When we're through with you, you will never even think of kicking or
punching anyone."
The man left her sight and suddenly the room was dark. She lay in total
silence and darkness and was totally unaware of the time that passed. Suddenly
she heard a mechanical noise and shuffled around to face the noise. She hard a
short buzz and saw a TV-screen light up. Immediately afterwards came a scream
and it took a while for her to realise that she was watching herself being
whipped on the tv-screen. She wanted to much to be able to turn away from the
screen, but she was hypnotised by the screen. Suddenly, the scene schifted. It
was still the same room, but she saw herself being brought in. She saw herself
being stripped by the man and Mistress. The man opened her mouth and stuck his
limp dick in it. Soon, the man became hard and fucked her in the mouth. "God",
she tought", that man stuck his thing in my mouth and ...". She became even
more mesmerized by the horrible scenes on the tv and was unable to turn away.
The scene shifted again, and she saw herself screaming again as the whip left
welts on her tits.
<end>
If you don't want to read this then you know it. If you do, you have to be
over 18. If you're very proud of your good hair, you may want to skip this
one.
Chapter 2. Entering the red zone ...
The pain in her hair had become unbearable quite a while ago. She was now
up to the point where she could thought she could feel her hair pulling the
skin away from her skull. She had been crying for some time until she
realised there was no point in doing so. Everytime she tried to shift her
weight or change her position on the floor, a soaring pain through her hair
had been her only achievement.
Somewhere in the room, a door opened and closed. A flashlight pointed
towards her, and the clicking of high heels came closer and closer. Candice
could only assume it was either Mistress or the other woman that was coming
to see her. The flashlight blinded her almost, and in the faint glow around
the flashlight, she could make out a black leather boot, with a stilletto
heel of at least three inches. "Hello gorgeous". It _was_ Mistress. Candice
was unsure whether to plead, curse or just remain quiet. The flashlight
still stung her eyes but she could now also make out the vague outline of
Mistress's face. Though it was dark, Candice could see that Mistress had a
sharp, yet beautiful face. "You are probably wondering why you are here "
said Mistress. As soon as Candice opened her mouth to reply, the boot
kicked her in the jaw and rolled Candice on her left side. Mistress knelt
and took Candice's hurting jaw in her hand. "You don't speak unless I tell
you to speak. If you do feel the need to speak out of turn, you will be
gagged. If you have been gagged once, you will not want to be gagged again.
So maybe you will want to shut up right now instead of continuing to squirm
like that. You're only hurting yourself, or making someone else hurt you."
Candice raised her head and looked at Mistress. "I will release you know.
You will keep your new hair, and you will be allowed to walk around in this
room. I will be right here in the center of the room. When I call you, you
will come to me and kneel. Understood ?" Candice instinctively tried to
reply to that question, but an increased pressure on her jaw reminded her
to stay silent. Instead she shook her head. The blow to her ribs with the
flashlight surprised Candice, and she tried to bent over to that side to
lessen the pain. "You don't move unless I tell you. I know, things ain't
fair. You're in a new game, and nobody has told you the rules. But no worry
bitch, you will learn the rules as I make them up. Now get back on your
belly so I can untie you." Mistress pulled on Candice's hair and rolled her
onto her belly. Candice cried out her pain and tried not to move while
Mistress began unlocking the padlocks. With each padlock that was removed,
Candice could feel the strain on her hair lessening. The pain became no
less however and remained the same. When she was fully free, she tried to
push herself away from Mistress, but found that moving her arms was very
painful due to the position they had been in all this time. Even trying to
stand on her legs had become difficult.
"Run, run away, GO !" said Mistress as she produced a whip from out of
nowhere. Candice tried to back up from the whip on all four and managed to
only get hit three times before getting out fo reach. Mistress still held
the flashlight, and pointed it at various places around the room. "GO, see
how helpless your situation is". Candice put her hands in front of her and
slowly started walking away from Mistress. Mistress lit around Candice's
foot and showed her to the far wall. Candice follow the wall to the left,
and counted three corners before encountering a door. By now she had found
out that the room was padded and square in shape. Each wall had to be at
least 100 feet long. She looked at the door and instantly knew it was
locked. As she felt around the surface of the door, she found no handle and
no keyhole. Disappointed, she continued feeling her way down the wall. When
she struck the fourth corner, she realised Mistress had spoken the truth.
There was no escape from this room unless someone let her out. "Come" spoke
Mistress. Candice tried to run away to her right and managed to loose the
flashlight for a while. "Come" spoke Mistress again. Candice suddenly came
running out of the darkness, but before she could even touch Mistress, the
whip cut in her left foot and brought her crashing down. The next moment,
Mistress was sitting on her back. Candice received a painful blow in the
left side which made her see little stars. Then the whip was wrapped around
her throat, and she was starting to suffocate. She clawed at the whip, the
tried to hit Mistress, but all her efforts were in vain, and she blacked
out.
When she woke up again, the room was brightly lit. She felt something
forcing her mouth wide open and felt her legs were being held apart. When
she tried to remove the gag, she felt her hands were locked behind her
back. "Welcome to another day of fun" Mistress said. Candice stood up and
turned her head. It was only then that she realised her hair was not where
it was supposed to be. It was floating above her. When she looked up, she
saw her braids locked onto a ring, which in turn was tied to a rope. The
rope disappeared into the ceiling. Candice looked back at Mistress with a
look of wonder in her eyes. "I see you don't understand what your new
bondage is for. Good, I will let you in on a few secrets. You have already
seen that I am stronger than you. If I am not strong enough, then I am sure
the man who captured you is. If you think it is necessary to display your
strength of will, you will notice that your will is easily broken if you
suffer enough." Mistress produced a little balck box, not much unlike a
remote control for a tv set, and pushed a button.Candice's hair slowly went
up, and Candice realised that she was going after it. The strain on her
hair increased until she was pulled of the floor and her feet hovered a
foot above the ground. She realised her hair was re-braided because the
strain was all over the top of her head now, whereas before, the pain had
been on the back of her head. "You will hang up there until I think you
have had enough. Remember what I told you about being gagged ?" Mistress
asked from behind Candice. <Swooosh> A stinging pain caught her right leg.
A whip curled herself around her right leg and was pulled at. Candice spun
around and continued spinning, hurting her hair so much that tears sprang
out of her eyes. She continued spinning for a very little while, then
started to unwind in the other direction. "Being gagged is no fun. Partly
because it forces your jaws open in such a non-delicate way. But you will
also notice that your gag serves more purposes than just making sure you
don't speak out of turn'.
Candice was lowered again. The whip struck her right leg again at the
ankle, forcing her legs to bend back. Candice was left hanging with her
langs behind her, in a position where she was still hung up by her hair,
and where her legs couldn't support her. Her knees hovered an inch above
the ground. Mistress came into view and was carrying a bottle in the bottle
was a vaguely yellow mixture, which foamed a bit. It looked like beer.
"This is a lovely thing honey." she said, shaking the bottle, "this is a
self-made mixture of which I am very proud. I found it in a book on
mediaeval tortures. It contains some vinagre, some grinded onions, some
olive oil, some blood, and for a final touch some piss. It's not a
delicatesse an you'll never learn to like it, but trust me, you will
swallow a lot of this if you're not going to be a good girl. The bottle was
in hard plastic, and the top was shaped into a small tube. Mistress took
the small tube in her hands and brought it towards Candice's mouth. "Oh
yes, you'd better swallow or you'll suffocate in it. You'd better try very
hard not to puke too, we've had one that almost choked in her own puke".
Candice tried to shake her head but found that it was impossible to move
anything but her lower body. The weight of her own body kept her head in
place. Mistress inserted the tube through a small hold in the gag, and
lifted the rear of the bottle. A terrible taste entered the mouth of
Candice who tried not to swallow but was forced to since the liquid quickly
ran across her tongue to her windpipe. Mistress lowered the bottle again.
"That is a first taste. I will give you some more since you so bravely
swallowed your first bit. I think you will be quite submissibe when you
have downed your first pint of slavebeer. Mistress raised the bottle again
and Candice swallowed the rest of the bottle in an attempt not to choke.
When the last bit had gone down her throat, Candice felt her stomach
revolting and turning, but she frantically resisted every bodily attempt to
get rid of the filth.
Mistress lowered Candice to her knees, but kept the strain on the hair.
"You still have three more things to do before your day is over. One is
swallowing, well, a lot of water to wash your mouth out. ". Mistress
disappeared behind Candice's back and returned into view with a bottle of
clear liquid. Again, a small tube protruded from the top of the bottle.
Mistress inserted the tube and lifted the end of the bottle. Candice
welcomed the water and almost choked when she realised it wasn't water. An
alcoholic substance entered her insides and sent a burning sensation down
her throat. Mistress removed the bottle just in time before Candice
starting coughing her lungs out. "That's just for disinfection honey.
You'll understand we can't keep your mouth filthy in a few seconds'. Your
water is coming now." Mistress produced yet another bottle and fed Candice
from the water bottle. She stopped two times to let Candice grasp for air
and then started pouring it in again. In the end, Candice felt like her
stomach was ready to explode. "Now for your two last assignments". Mistress
took a long cane in her hand. The cane was silvery, and contained very
short, small needles on the far end. Mistress raised Candice a very little
bit, making sure she could just touch the floor with her knees, but unable
to move her head sideways, let alone up or down. From behind her, Candice
heard the door open and close again. Her capturer disappeared before her
with a foul grin on his face. He slapped her in the face and started
opening his pants. "Well well. I told you you were going to pay hell for
kicking me in the knee". This time, he slapped her even harder. "Hmm, my
cock gets hard looking at you. The Mistress is doing a great job with you.
Let's remove this gag". The man closed in, and started fumbling the gag.
"You can scream now if you want to". candice moved her lower jaw around a
bit, in an attempt to relieve the cramps in it. She saw the man taking the
cane from Mistress. "You can scream now. The higher you scream, the fewer I
will hit you. Sounds silly no ? Look, Mistress is holding a little device
that measures the volume of your voice. Mistress showed her the device. It
was a little metallice box, which contained a small raster down the front,
and a display containing a needle and some digits. There was a black line
around the display, which ended in red. It looked a bit like the revs
display she had had in her car. The man took Candice's right nipple
between his fingers and gave a real god vicious twist. Candice cried out,
and saw the needle on the device stand up. "Not nearly good enough. You
see, when your screaming hits the red zone, this ordeal will be over and
you'll be given something easier to chew on." The man swung his arm back
and hit her bottom with the cane. The short needles entered her skin and
tore it. Candice cried out and pushed herself up a bit on her feet. This
caused her to lose her balance, and hurt her hair even more. "Not good
enough, that was only halfway bitch !". The cane tore the skin on the
inside of her left thigh. "Better bitch, you're up to two third. I hope you
will make the red zone before you pass out.". The cane struck the right
side of her thighs, and immediately swung back to her left thigh. "Good,
very good bitch, you're up to three fourth. Now comes the hard part. Most
of you don't make it past three fourths". The cane came down the bottom of
Candice's exposed breasts, and was pulled across them, instead of being
pulled away. The needles scraped across her breasts which had barely
recovered from the previous beating with the whip. Candice cried out as
loud as she could and was rewarded. She had reached the red zone.
The man had gotten a hard-on and presented his cock to Candice. "Open up
bitch, I promised you something else to chew on. But don't get any ideas,
if you don't suck me real good, I won't care if you're in the red zone or
not". The man pushed against Candice's chin, making her wobble back and
forth a bit. Candice opened her mouth and got filled immediately. She tried
to _suck_ the man's dick, but the man grabbed her ears and moved her mouth
back and forth over his cock. At times, Candice couldn't continue sucking
but just had to cry out her pain. The man was so aroused that he came after
a few minutes. He pulled out his cock and his first shot entered her left
eye. When the man had come, she was covered in his sperm. She felt herself
being lowered and was thankful that her ordeal was over. Her hair was
unlocked from the ring, and suddenly jerked back. The ends of her braids
went around the spreader bar and were again locked to her handcuffs. She
was lying helplessly on her back, her knees spread wide open. Mistress put
her hand between her legs and opened a zipper which went from between her
cheeks to her bellybutton. She then lowered himself to Candice's mouth and
said "It ain't over till the Mistress sings, bitch. Now start licking.
Bobby here will make sure you do the best you can". Mistress pushed her own
sex onto Candice's mouth. The sides of the zipper were irritating her
cheeks and as the Mistress rode back and forth on her mouth, occasioanlly
stimulating her clot with Candice's nose, the zippers starting to leave
their marks. Bobby had taken a whip and whas whipping Candice's exposed
vagina. "Bitch, suck the Mistress. Suck her clit you cocksucker." It took
Mistress almost an hour before she came. By that time, Candice's lower body
was covered in welts, and her cheeks were bleeding because of the zipper.
"Have a nice evening, bitch" said Mistress. Then she and Bobby disappeared
out of view. The door opened and closed, and the lights went out.
Moments later, the mechanical noise was heard, and the tv-screen flashed
on. This time, Candice could see Bobby and Mistress peeing into the
slavebeer, her face being covered with sperm, her lower body ripped with
the whip, and her cheeks cut open with Mistress's zipper. Seeing it all
over again seemed to hurt more than the real acts.
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