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Collected by Djian

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Sold into Slavey (M/f nc, torture, rape, kidnap, slavery)
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"Ah, my pretty one wakes up." The voice came from somewhere in the room.

She pulled at her arms, which were pulled up above her head. She felt something tighten and pull at her wrists and turned her head to see her wrists shackled to the steel bedposts.

"What? Where?" she gasped as her head slowly began clearing.

She heard a movement in the corner of the room and turned her head toward the noise just as the voice spoke again.

"Glad to see you're coming around. I was beginning to think Dave had given you a little too much in your drink at the party last night."

She remembered the party and the blond man she had thought was so good-looking. She remembered him sitting down beside her and how flattered she had been when he had told her how beautiful she was. She remembered bits and pieces of the conversation and how much she had liked him, and when he had asked her to come out to his boat for a drink, she had said yes without hesitating.

Then they had made love, and his hands had gently caressed her full firm tits and pinched her nipples into hard nubbins of solid flesh just before his lips surrounded one and then the other, his tongue flicking across them, making her stomach flutter. He had done everything she had wanted, bringing her to climax after climax before spilling his jism deep up into her cunt.

Susan turned her head and looked up at the man standing near her. His eyes roamed up and down her body, and it was then that she realized she only had on her panties and bra. She looked back up at the man and screamed,

"Where am I? Why am I chained to this filthy bed? Who are you? Where are my clothes?"

"Tut-tut, my beautiful young lady. One question at a time, please," the man said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"Undo my arms! Get my clothes!" Susan screamed.

The man looked down at the nearly naked girl. "Shut up, and listen."

Susan's eyes blazed now. "Fuck you, just get me up from here and let me go!"

Suddenly Susan saw the man's hand raise, ball up into a fist, and come down like a hammer.

"Oooooomph!" she groaned as a gust of air blew up from the depths of her lung when the balled-up fist pounded down into the yielding flesh of her stomach. She felt like the fist had driven clear through her stomach to her spine as she gasped for air to refill her suddenly empty lungs.

The man's body was suddenly straddling her body, and pain tore at the front part of her scalp as he grabbed a. fistful of her hair and pulled her head off the dirty mattress. "You little slut, we can do this the hard way or the easy way."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at the man sitting heavily on her sore stomach.

"Now, let's start again," he said as he held her hair painfully in his hand. "You are here to be taught how to be a nice little sex slave, and that's just what I'm going to do. Now, you can either decide that you have no choice and give in, or I can make your life hell for the next few days."

Her eyes grew wide as she heard the words sex slave.

"What do you mean sex slave? There's no way I'll ever be a so-called sex slave! You had better let me up so I can leave. If you don't and I get away, I'll go to the police, but if you let me up right now, I'll forget all about this."

"Sorry to her you say that." The man slammed her head back down on the mattress.

"Uumph!" Susan grunted.

The man climbed off of her body.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to let me up?" Susan asked as she watched the man cross the room to a small chest of drawers.

He bent over, pulled one of the drawer's open and reached in. Slowly, he closed the drawer, and as he turned around, Susan saw a strange object in his hand. It was part of a broom handle about three feet long. On the end of the handle there was a round, solid ball.

The man stepped back to the edge of the cot. He looked down at the sexy body. "You are going to give me a blow-job. You're going to willingly open those pretty lips of yours and suck my cock into your mouth until I fill it with my delicious cum."

"You're crazy! No way! Never!"

"Tell me you want to suck my cock like a good little whore."

"Never!" Susan yelled.

The man brought the broom handle down, driving the ball straight into the pit of her stomach.
"Unh. . . unh. . . unh!" Susan gasped for air, but before she could refill her lungs, the ball had pounded into her again. Susan cried out just before the room went black.
Susan shook her head from side to side, trying to escape the terrible ammonia smell. As her eyes opened, she saw that the man was sitting on the bed, and just as soon as he saw she was conscious, he stood up.
"Beg to suck my cock," he said as he raised the weapon over her body again.
"No, no, please!" she cried.
The ball came swiftly down.
"Aiiiieeeee!" she screamed. The ball had slammed smack down on the center of one bra-covered tit, squashing it, flattening it. The pain drove deep into her tit-flesh, into her chest, filling her entire upper body.
"Beg," the man said as he raised the ball above her left tit.
"Please, please, please, let me suck your cock! I'll do it . . . I'll do it, just don't use that this on me again!"
"Too late!" The ball comes smashing down. "Nooooo! Oh! Nooooo! Please; please let me suck you off! Fuck my mouth with your cock, please!" she moaned as the pain flowed through her body.
Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, sliding down the sides of her cheeks dripping onto the dirty mattress as she watched the man unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The thing that caught her eye first was the huge bulge pressing at his jockey shorts, and then she noticed how filthy and piss-stained his shorts were. They looked like they had been worn for days.
The man moved to the head of the bed and unlocked the steel bracelets. As she pulled her arms around in front of her, Susan noticed how chafed and bloody they were.
"Okay, cunt, now get down on the floor between my legs. And let me tell you something before you begin. If you try to bite while sucking, I'll beat your fucking face until it looks like meatloaf."
Warily Susan climbed off the bed. Fear gripped her. She knew the man meant what he was saying. He looked like he was just crazy enough to beat her to death.
"Take it out, bitch. Take it out and kiss it," the man said as he sat there watching her.
Susan knelt down between his spread legs. She caught the smell of his crotch and the filthy odor made her feel like she was going to throw up. She kept her stomach in check and reached toward the stained shorts. Her fingers separated the slit in the shorts and reached in. She gasped as her fingers touched the huge, stiffened piece of cock-meat.
"Come on, cunt, we haven't got all day!" Wrapping her fingers around the stiff cock, she pulled it out through the piss-slit of his short Her eyes bulged at the length of it. It must have been all of nine inches long. And it was so thick! She had never seen a cock so long and so thick. She saw globs of dirt clinging to the ridge just behind the smooth cock-head.
"Kiss it, cunt, right on the piss-slit," the man said.
She looked at the round prick-tip and saw a glob of white pre-cum seep out of the end of it. She knew she had to do it or suffer more pain.
Puckering her lips, she touched them to the cock-slit, feeling the cock-juice run onto her lips. She kissed the cock-head all around its smooth, rubbery surface, barely able to keep herself from throwing up.
She heard the man groan "Now lick it! Lick it all over, you little cunt
Her soft pink tongue began licking the cock knob, making circles all around it as though she were licking an ice-cream cone. As she edged around to the side of the cock-head, she felt the crusts of dirt scrape against her tongue, and as she wetted them, they came off, forcing her to withdraw her tongue and swallow the filth.
"That's it, baby, that's the way you do it. Lick it all the way down to my balls."
Her tongue came back out and lapped up and down the nine-inch cock-shaft. She could feel it throbbing in her hand.
"In your mouth now-suck it!" he groaned. Susan parted her lips and moved them over the swollen cock-head. Wider and wider her lips parted, until she thought the corners of her lips were going to tear, but finally her lips slipped over the head of the bulging prick and it filled her mouth. She worked the tip of her tongue up against the piss-slit and licked at it.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby! You really know how to suck cock! Where in hell did you learn to do that with that mouth of yours?"
Her mouth was too full to answer, but she thought of the times she and her boyfriend had sat in the front seat of his car and she had sucked him off. She thought about cum. This man would make her swallow his cum and she had never done that before. The thought made her stomach rumble and she almost gagged at the thought of swallowing a load of jism down her throat.
"Come on, whore, don't stop now!" the man gasped, and she went back to running her lips back and forth across the cock-head. "Get more of it in your mouth, slut!"
Susan moved her lips farther along the cock, until the cock-head bumped against her throat. She gagged, but felt the man's hands grab her ears and twist.
"Unnnnngh!" she gurgled as the pain tore at the sides of her head.
His fingers crushed her ears, holding her head as his nips began pumping forward and back, using her mouth like a cunt. His cock-head banged against her throat every time he thrust forward, then the cock-head would pull back to her lips before fucking back in.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oooohh, yessss, baby, I'm cumming! I'm gonna load your guts with my cum! Yeaaaahh! Yeeeaaaahh! Oh God, I'm cummmmmming!"
He drove his cock all the way back to her throat entrance, and Susan felt it swell and throb heatedly in her mouth. Then she felt the first hot blast of liquid squirt into her throat. Her head jerked, but the man held her solidly as his cock pumped gob after gob deep into her throat, forcing her to swallow. She could feel the jism oozing down her throat and kept on swallowing as fast as she could as his cock throbbed and pumped the creamy fuck-juice into her body.
She thought he would never stop pumping cock-juice into her throat, then suddenly she felt the hurting pressure ease on her ears and the cock-head ease back, releasing the tension at the entrance to her throat. The cock-head moved back and the swelling dropped just before it popped out of her mouth.
The man leaned back. "Yeah, baby, that was one hell of a blow-job! Now lick me clean and we'll see how well you remember just what you are."
Susan grasped his wet cock and held it while she licked and washed at the strands of cum and spittle.
With his cock clean, the man leaned back and placed his foot against her chest. With a powerful shove, he sent her reeling.
"Oh!" she cried out as she landed with a thump on her back.
"Okay, cunt," the man said as he stood towering over her. "You do understand that you will do whatever you're told, don't you?"
A sick flutter ran through her stomach, but anger at what he had forced her to do welled up inside of her and she couldn't force herself to completely give in to him. "I did what you wanted . . .I sucked your filthy cock, now please, let me go! I can't do any more!"
The man laughed, then nudged his foot against her side. "Oh, but you will, baby, you will. Now stand up and take that bra and panties off. Let's get a real look at those big tits of yours and that little cunt."
Susan backed away from the man and stood up. "I can't do this. You can't make me. I won't strip naked."
The man's voice rose in anger. "Cunt, do what I tell you!"
"I can't, and I won't!" She backed toward the door.
The man watched her suddenly spin toward the door and grab the doorknob. He laughed as she struggled with the knob, but the door was locked and she turned around, her back pressed hard against it. Fear showed on her face as the man approached her.
Just before he reached her, she spun and tried to get out of his reach, but he was too quick for her and grabbed her arm, spinning her around.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she cried as her back slammed hard against the wall, knocking the wind from her body. "Oooooomph!"
Her head twisted to the side as his fist smashed against her cheek and she slowly slid down the wall, unconscious.
When she came around, she felt the pain in her arms and the ache in her jaw. Her feet were almost a foot off the floor and her arms were stretched high above her. She raised her head, looked up at her arms and saw the rope tied tightly around her wrists. A hook imbedded in the ceiling ran through the rope, holding her body suspended in the middle of the room.
She tried to move her jaw to take some of the pain out and realized that something was filling her mouth. A ball-gag had been shoved behind her teeth and a rope running through the center of it pressed harshly against the corners of her mouth. It had been pulled tightly behind her head and knotted to keep the gag deep in her mouth.
The man sat on the dirty mattress, watching Susan as she oriented herself to the position she was in. Slowly he stood, and Susan saw him move toward her aching body.
"Now, my sweet little cunt, you are going to learn to obey."
He held a long thin riding crop in his hand. Susan's eyes widened in horror. She struggled against the ropes binding her wrists tightly together, only to cause spasms of shooting pain to course down her arms and into the muscles of her back and shoulders.
The man stood at her side as his hand came up under her chin and he lifted her face. "You will be whipped until we get rid of this stupid behavior of yours. When you decide you are ready to obey orders given to you, all you have to do is nod your head and the pain will stop."
Susan jerked her head away from his fingers. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but the ball gag allowed only a muffled sound to escape through her lips.
The man smiled and took a step back, raising the ugly-looking crop.
As the crop came swishing through the air, Susan's eyes widened. She stiffened her body against the pain she knew was about to bite in-to her flesh.
"Uuuuurrrrghhhhhh!" she groaned through the ball-gag as the crop landed with a loud smack across her tightened stomach muscles. Her body trembled as the sudden flashes of fiery pain erupted through her body.
The man withdrew the crop from her tummy and watched the red stripe appear across the beautiful flat and creamy skin. He pulled the riding crop back, and soon Susan heard it swishing through the air.
The crop landed only an inch above the bright red stripe on her tummy. Her body shook, trembled, spasm as the pain tore upward and spread through her body.
The crop moved back, her body stiffened, and then a continuing lashing of her belly continued. The crop landed again and again over her taut tummy, leaving its trail of red stripes, which soon began to crisscross one another, turning her tummy into a mass of welts, bruises, and deep red lines.
Finally the point came when she could take no more. Susan's head bobbed up and down as she made grunting sounds through the ball-gag. The man stood back almost in disappointment as he watched her nodding that she would do whatever he asked.
He tossed the crop over on the bed, stepped around behind Susan's suspended body and wrapped his arms tightly around her hips. Gently, he raised her body. "Lift your. hands over the hook, cunt."
Susan looked up as her aching arm muscles moved the rope up and over the hook. The man lowered her body down until her feet touched the floor, then released her. Her body crumbled to the floor, her legs too weak to support her weight.
Tears flooded down Susan's cheeks. She heard the door unlock and close behind her, but pain no heed to it as she lay there, her sobs shivering through her body.
Susan lay there for what seemed like an eternity before she again heard the click of the door and felt a brush of air caress her body as the door opened. The man slid his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, steadying her on her legs. Moving around in front of her, he released her wrist and. blood flowed painfully back into her hands. His hands went behind her head and loosened the knot holding the ball-gag in her mouth, but his finger had to almost pry the ball out of her mouth.
Moving back away from her, he sat down on the cot. "Strip."
Susan stood there knowing she had been defeated. She knew she couldn't handle the pain of failure to obey his order.
"The tit-sling first," the man said.
Ashamed and embarrassed, she raised her hands to the clip in the center of her bra. The man stared as her fingers nervously unhooked the clip and parted the bra cups, revealing the firm, full tit-flesh.
"The panties now, cunt," the man said.
Susan dropped her bra. Her fingers hooked into her bikini panties at her hips and slowly slid them down her long legs, then she stepped out of them. Her hands hung limply at her sides.
"Come over here. Stand here in front of me." He indicated a spot two feet in front of him.
Susan moved to the spot and waited.
"Spread your legs and open up that cunt. Let's see what you have to offer."
Her legs opened wide and her eyes closed tightly as her fingers reached for her pussy-lips and pulled them open. She felt her body shivers as his finger touched the exposed pink cunt-meat and eased up inside of her fuck-hole.
"Yeah, nice cunt, real nice cunt. You're going to bring a good price."
Susan couldn't believe her ears. She was truly going to be somebody's slave to be used and abused

CHAPTER TWO

Susan sat in the dank room for several days, now knowing just what was going to happen to her. She was kept naked and was always allowed to use the bathroom every morning and every evening.
When the man came in with her breakfast tray one morning, he had a paper bag. "There's some clothes in there, as soon as you're finished eating and cleaned up I want you to put them on."
Susan nodded and began eating as the man left, locking the door behind him.
Twenty minutes later the man returned and took her to the bathroom.
"Shower, wash your hair good and then put that make-up on." He pointed to a box of make-up laying on the floor.
Susan nodded and stepped into the shower, adjusting the handles until the water was hot but bearable.
Fifteen minutes later she stepped out of the shower toweled her clean hair as dry as she could, then stepped over to the sink. She bent down and picked up the box of make-up. The box contained hair rollers, lipstick, a hair dryer, and all of the other necessities.
A half-hour later the bathroom door opened and the man came in.
"Wheeeeee!" he exclaimed. "You are one beautiful cunt!"
He turned her head from side to side, inspecting her just as he would a piece of meat at a food market.
"Let's get you dressed now. I've got a couple of prospective buyers coming over in about half an hour."
Leading Susan back to her room, he told her to get dressed, then left. She picked up the paper bag and emptied the contents on the cot. Sheer, flesh-colored nylons, a black garter belt, a pair of black crotch-less bikini panties, a bra with nipple holes cut out in the center, a plain mini housedress, and a pair of black heels fell onto the mattress. She put the clothes on. The dress had buttons all the way down the front.
She had to walk around the room several times getting used to the heels and was just passing the door when the lock clicked and it opened. The man entered.
"They're here," he said very matter-of-factly." When you meet them, you will reply to all of their questions, and if they give you an order, you will say, yes, Master, and comply without hesitation to their order. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Susan said softly, knowing she was about to be inspected and sold to a complete stranger.
"Lift your dress. Let me check you out before we go."
Susan dropped her hands to the hem of her dress and raised it to her waist. The man checked the nylons, garter belt, and had her turn around as he checked the tight fit of the bikini over her asscheeks. Susan then turned to face him and he ran his fingers to her tits and felt her nipples.
"Yes, they'll like you." he said, and led her out of the room for the last time.
They entered a very plush office where two men sat in front of a desk. Susan was led to the center of the office and the men turned their chairs to face her. Susan noticed that one of them was large and ugly and the' other looked to be tall and slim.
"Hmmmm, not bad, Bob," the slim man said.
Susan felt the flush come to her cheeks as she stood there being ogled by the three men. She wanted to run, to hide her face, anything except be where she was.
"Lift the dress, cunt," the heavy-set man said.
She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but she knew what would happen if she did and she couldn't bear the thought of being whipped again. She knew she couldn't take the pain and would eventually have to do what they ordered anyway.
"Now!" Bob shouted, startling her.
She dropped her hands to the bottom of the mini-dress and raised it up to the tops of her nylons.
"Higher, cunt!" the slim man yelled. "Let's see that cunt!"
Her eyes lowered. She did not want to look at them. Obediently, she lifted the hem of her dress to her waist, revealing her sex peering out between the crotch-less panties.
"Not much bush," the burly man said, and she knew they were all staring at her pussy.
Suddenly her head snapped to the side. "Uuuuummph!" she groaned. Bob had slapped her hard across the face. She saw the back of his hand coming back. "Uuuunngghh!"
"What did I tell you to say when a master speaks to you?" Bob yelled at her, his face only an inch from hers.
Susan felt the blood seep out of the corner of her mouth from where his knuckles had split her lower lip. She looked at Bob with fright in her eyes. "Yes, Master!" she gasped.
"Then do it, goddamn you!" Bob screamed.
"Y-yes, Master."
The two men smiled as Bob shouted at the girl.
Then the slim man spoke. "Take the dress off."
"Yes, Master," she said, and immediately her fingers went to the top button of her dress and slipped it through the buttonhole. Button followed button until the dress parted and she slid it off her bare shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
"Now let's see the inside of your cunt, bitch," the big man said.
"Yes, Master."
Her fingers moved to her cunt-lips as she spread her legs. She separated her pussy-lips as wide as she could, letting the men look at her pussy-flesh and feeling like she wanted to melt right there in the middle of the room.
"Turn around now," the slim man said.
"Yes, Master." She started to move her hands away from her cunt as she turned.
"Keep that cunt open, whore!"
She quickly moved her fingers back to her pussy-lips and spread them.
The three men looked at her lusciously rounded ass.
The short burly man spoke. "Back up here and bend over."
Susan moved back, still holding her cunt-lips apart. She felt fingers hook into the tops of her panties and slowly slide them down over the twin mounds of her supple asscheeks.
"Put your hands down on your ankles now." Releasing her pussy lips, she slid her hands down her nylon-clad legs. "Yes, Master."
Then she heard the men talking to one another.
"You want her ass, or cunt?"
Her mind recoiled at the words. They were going to fuck her right here, right here with everyone around!
"Please, please, Master, not here, please!" she groaned.
A stinging slap resounded across her naked ass. "Shut the fuck up, cunt, no one's speaking to you!"
Her body lurched forward slightly and hands grasped her naked hips, jerking her back roughly.
"I'll take her ass, you can have her cunt," the slim said.
"No, no, please, don't fuck me in my ass, please! I'll do anything! You can fuck my cunt! I'll suck your cum into my mouth, but please, not my ass!" she cried.
The tall man stood up, unzipping his pants. He pulled out a long slender cock. He moved up behind her and slid his cock between her legs.
Susan felt the cock press up between her legs, rubbing across her cunt-lips. She looked between her legs and saw it pull back and rub at the crack of her ass. The man's fingers grasped her asscheeks and separated them until he could see her puckered shit-hole. With a smile, he poked the tip of his cock at her shitter.
Susan cried out, "Please, Master! Please, not there, anywhere but there!"
Bob stepped in front of her. "Are you denying a master the pleasure of fucking you in the ass?"
She raised her head. "Please, I'll do anything! Please, Master, not there, it'll kill me! It'll rip me!"
"Since you feel that way about it, maybe you'd rather feel the riding crop across those beautiful asscheeks."
"No! No, Master, it's just that I've never had anything in there and I know it's going to rip me!"
Bob smiled. "Beg for it up your ass, slut."
"No, I beg of you, please don't make me!" Susan cried.
Bob looked at the slim man. "You want the privilege of making her beg?"
"Love it," the slim man said.
"Oh, Master, please, Master, please don't!"
Susan cried out.
"I'll get something that'll get her to quit that damned begging," Bob said.
The door slammed and she felt the slim man's cock slide back and forth through her asscrack, rubbing across her asshole "Looks like you're about to get it good, cunt. Too bad you couldn't obey orders."
Tears welled up in Susan's eyes. She knew the pain would soon be burning through her body, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't let them fuck her in her ass, she just couldn't. Her mind was spinning with anticipation, knowing Bob would soon be coining back to hurt her, but she couldn't help it, he would just have to do it and she would just have to do her best to resist. She wondered if she could really hold out.
She was still bent over, the slim man rubbing his long cock roughly between her cunt-lips, when Bob returned. Without a word he grabbed her and pulled her wrists behind her back. She felt metal handcuffs snap around her wrists.
"Now, cunt, this is your last chance. Are you ready to beg for an ass-fucking?"
"Please, no - I can't - please don't make me!"
She was forced down on her back, her weight pressing harshly against her arms as she lay on them.
Bob smiled. "Okay, men, raise her legs up and hold her ankles between your knees."
They grabbed and spread her legs as they pressed their knees tightly up against her ankles. The soles of her feet weren't quite, the way Bob wanted them, so he had the guys switch legs and flip her over on her stomach.
Susan had no idea what was going on. She tried to turn her head but couldn't get it far enough around to get a good look.
"Okay, cunt, now we'll see how long it takes before you're begging to get ass-fucked." He brought a straightened wire coat hanger around for her to see. "We'll see how long your feet can take this."
"No! No! No!" she screamed as Bob stepped back.
She heard a hiss as the wire hanger flew through the air and landed across the instep of her left foot.
"Aaaaaaniiieeeeee!" she screamed as her body jerked up, then bounced against the floor. Her foot felt like it had just been set on fire as a horrible pain rushed into her bed.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Noooooo! Nooooooo! Pleeeeeaaaaaase! Stop!"
The wire slashed across her left foot again.
"Aaaaaaiiieeegh!" Needles of shooting pain. Tore through her body.
"Beg, cunt! Beg!" Bob yelled as the coat hanger dug cruelly into the bottom of her right foot.
"Nooooooo! Ooooohhh! Gaaaawwwwwd, noooooooo! No moooooore! No moooooore! Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass! Please stop, I'm begging, I'm' begging! Fuck my ass with your cock! Just stop, I can't take anymore!" Susan cried out.
The wire coat hanger stopped. Bob knelt down and grasped a handful of her hair.
"Uuuuungggh!" she groaned as he pulled her hair.
Bob arched her neck backwards until she was looking into his face. "Now, you little trashy tramp, tell Mr. Anderson you're sorry for making him wait so long to fuck your asshole."
Immediately, Susan cried out. "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson! I'm truly sorry for making you' wait to fuck me in the ass!"
"Tell him how much you want to be ass-fucked. How much you want to be corn-holed by his beautiful prick," Bob said.
The pain tore at her scalp as she cried out, "I really want your cock up my ass, Mr. Anderson! You have such a beautiful prick and I want it fucking up in my asshole, Mr. Anderson! Please fuck me! Corn-hole my asshole, Mr. Anderson!"
The two men looked at the bottoms of her feet as he pleaded with Mr. Anderson, to assfuck her. There was a mass of red welts. Where the wire had slashed into a welt blood was seeping out of cuts. They knew that when she was forced to stand up, she would be very lucky if she could tolerate the pain.
"Get up now, cunt, and bend over so Mr. Anderson can get at that asshole of yours!" Bob shouted.
The two men released her feet and slowly she got to her knees. With her wrists still cuffed behind her it was difficult to maneuver. She brought her right foot under her and the moment the bottom of her foot touched the floor she cried out as pain shot up into her leg. She looked up at Bob. "I-I don't know if I can stand!"
Showing' no mercy, he told her she would either stand or take another lash of the hanger on each of her feet.
Sobbing as she put a little weight on her beaten foot, she pushed herself up.
"Ooooooh, God!" she cried out as fiery tongues of pain shot through the soles of feet.
Finally she was standing, bent over, offering her asshole to Mr. Anderson. She felt his cock slide between her legs once again and waited for the pain she was sure was coming.
"Got any Vaseline?" Mr. Anderson asked. "Yeah, here in my desk," Bob said, stepping to his desk and opening a drawer.
Susan felt her ass cheeks being spread wide. "Oh!" she gasped as fingers spread Vaseline all around her shitter.
She rose up on her toes as a finger pressed up into her body, smearing the grease around the ass walls. She felt the finger twisting painfully around within her body before slipping back out.
"Please don't hurt me! Please!" she cried. "Here we go gentlemen," Mr. Anderson said as his stiff prick slid between her asscheeks, his fingers digging sharply into her pliable flesh.
The tip of his cock-head touched the tight little opening as his hands slid onto her hips. She felt the pressure as he pulled her back, his cock-head pressed into the outer ring of her shitter. The pressure grew as he grunted and thrust at her body.
"Uuuuuurrrgh!" she stretched as her shitter spread wider and wider, shooting pain up into her bowels just before his cock-head popped up into her virgin shit-hole.
"Oooooh, noooooo! Pleeeeeaasse! Oooooh, it hurts! It hurts! It's too big!" she cried out, but the cock fucked farther and farther up into her body, spreading her asshole.
"Man, this chick has one tight asshole," Mr. Anderson said, and with a heave and a grunt he fucked another two inches of cock into her bent-over body.
"Uuuuurrrrrgh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she groaned as the pain swirled through her body.
"Give it to her man! Fuck the dumb cunt's asshole good!" the short burly man gasped as he stared at Mr. Anderson's cock fucking deeper and deeper into the squirming girl's body.
With one final pull on Susan's haunches and a mighty thrust forward, the slim man's cock fucked completely into her body. A shriek of pain rang out around the room.
Mr. Anderson held his cock deep in her bowels, feeling the tightness pressing against his cock. "This bitch is going to be one hell of a fuck. Goddamn she's tight, but I'll loosen her up!"
"Nooooooo! Noooooo!" she cried out as the cock twisted deep within her body. She wanted to squeeze and press the cock buried in her shitter back out, but when she tightened her ass muscles around the long stiff prick, it only increased the pain filling her asshole.
Suddenly she felt the cock pulling back, and she was sure he was pulling her insides right along with it. The pressure was like a vacuum trying to ream her entire insides out.
"Oh shit, yeah, baby! Yeah, it feels great!" Mr. Anderson gasped, slowly pulling back until the head of his cock was all that was inside of her body.
"Please, Master! Please, no more! I can't take it!" Susan cried.
But it was a worthless plea as the cock fucked back up into her body, bringing back the shooting jolts of pain along with it. "Now it's time to get a really good fucking!" His fingers dug painfully into her hips just as he thrust forward with all his might.
"Aaaaiiieeeeee! Aayyyeeeeee!" Susan screamed as the cock slammed forward. She was sure she was about to pass out, but no such relief came. Just when his balls slapped against her asscheeks, he jerked back out, sending jolts of searing pain crashing into her guts.
The fucking tempo quickened, bringing grunts of pain with each searing stab of his cock. She knew he was ruining her for life with the pounding her ass was taking, but she had no say in the matter. It hadn't been for her to decide.
Mr. Anderson's body rocked back and forth, back and forth, fucking his cock in and out of the tight shitter of the bent-over girl as shouts of encouragement rang throughout the room from Bob and the large burly man.
"Ram her! Ram her!"
"Fuck! Fuck, what an asshole! I'm getting ready to cum-yeah, man-yeeeaaaaahhhhh, I'm gonna cum!"
Susan felt the cock swell even larger as it fucked deep up into her shitter. She felt it pulsing against the walls of her asshole as she cried out, and suddenly she felt it erupt, sending stinging hot gobs of slick white jism deep into her body.
"Yeeeeaaaaah, I'm cummmmmmming! I'm cummmmmmming!"
As soon as Mr. Anderson was through with her, he eased his cock back out. When his cock- head pulled free, it made a loud popping sound,. almost like a champagne cork bursting free of a newly opened bottle.
The relief in her shitter was almost overwhelming. Susan gave a long sigh of relief.
Her testing wasn't quite over though as Mr. Rowdy, the stocky man, stepped up behind her and fucked his thick cock deep into her pussy. She grunted with each thrust. Fortunately, after watching Mr. Anderson ass-fuck her, Mr. Rowdy was so horny that he was spilling his jism within seconds.
As soon as the two men had cleaned up they were back in their respective chairs, writing out their bids on the lovely piece of flesh standing lewdly in front of them.
Bob took the bids from the two men and read them out loud. "Mr. Rowdy, your offer is five hundred higher than Mr. Anderson's, so it looks like you just brought yourself a new slave."
"Fuck," Mr. Anderson said. "I thought I'd beat you out on this one."
At that point, Mr. Rowdy tossed a paper bag at Susan's feet.
"Take Bob's things off and put that on," he said.
Bob moved around behind her and slipped the key into the handcuffs. She brought her wrists around in front of her and tried to rub the soreness out before she removed what little clothing she had left on, then removed the garment from the paper bag. It amounted to little more than a potato sack with three openings cut in it for her arms and head, but she slipped it over her head. The bottom of it just barely covered her asscheeks.
Once Susan was ready, Mr. Rowdy shook hands with Bob, thanking him for such a beautiful prize. Then he turned to Mr. Anderson and offered his condolences.

CHAPTER THREE

Susan sat shackled in the back of a black van. Her wrists were above her head, locked to a ring bolt in the ceiling, and her ankles were shackled, a three inch piece of heavy chain between them. A heavy ball-gag strapped in her mouth kept her silent for the long ride. She couldn't tell where they were or where they were going since there were no windows in the van and the back compartment was sealed off from the drivers' compartment. She only knew that her feet were in a lot of pain and her asshole still throbbed from the brutal fucking she had been given earlier in the day.

She heard the hum of the tires on the pavement for a long time, and then the van slowed and turned off onto a gravel road, continuing for almost an hour before coming to a stop. Susan heard the drivers' door open and slam shut and then a burst of sunlight flooded the dark compartment. A man she hadn't seen before was kneeling at her feet, opening the metal cuffs on her ankles.

As she became accustomed to the light she could see Mr. Rowdy waiting just outside the van.

"Okay, slut, get out," the man said.

She tiptoed gently out and stepped gingerly onto the ground, looking around. One building in particular caught her attention. It wasn't a large building, but the sign above the door read, The Place, in giant red letters. The building itself was only corrugated steel building -about twenty feet wide and sixty feet long. "Take her to her room, Sid," Mr. Rowdy said to the man who had unshackled her.

He grabbed her upper arm, digging his fingers in and jerked her forward. "Come on, cunt!"

The gravel dug into her already battered feet, and she tried her best to tiptoe as Sid led her around the corrugated building. As they turned the corner Susan saw five cement-block huts. Each hut contained a steel door with heavy bolts locking them from the outside and no windows in the walls.

Sid led her to a hut with a large number four painted in white on the door. She stood there as he unlocked a heavy padlock, lifted a steel bolt and slid it open, then swung the door open.

"You're living quarters," he said with a smirk, and Susan entered the room. "There's a light switch here."

Sid indicated a red button just inside and to the right of the door. He pushed it and a bright light encased in a steel cage high in the center of the room lit up.

Susan looked around the room. A steel cot was bolted to one of the-long walls, a toilet sat at the end of the bed, and across from the toilet was a small sink with a metal cup sitting on it. Along thee wall across from the bed a metal desk was bolted into the cement blocks, a small metal stool pushed beneath it. Various types of make-up sat neatly on top of the desk and a highly polished piece of stainless steel bolted to the wall above the sink was her mirror.

To the left of the desk sat a locker with several shelves in it. This contained hair rollers, brushes and combs. Just above the locker was a clothes-hanging rod with three garments hanging from it. A mini skirt, a halter-top, and a mini dress, all in black.

She had been so involved in looking around the room that she had completely forgotten about Sid until she heard the door bang shut. She heard the bolt slide and the padlock being inserted through the bolt ring and locked.

Looking over at the bed she noticed that the mattress was fairly clean, and folded up neatly on the end of the cot lay two sheets and a wool blanket. She also noticed a drawer beneath the bed and bent down to slide it open.

There she found stacks of magazines and novels.

A pair of sandals sat next to the drawer, but right now she didn't want anything on the bottoms of her feet. Beneath the sink she saw a bucket, and she decided that if she soaked her feet in hot water, it would help get rid of the pain still lingering there.

Tiptoeing to the sink, she turned on the hot water and with the steel cup filled the bucket halfway, then pushed it to the cot, sat down and put her aching feet into the bucket.

Susan sat in her room, the three meals a day being brought in her only means of telling how much time had passed.

No one spoke to her, and when she would speak to the man who normally brought her meals, she would receive no reply. Finally she began reading to pass the hours between meals. Then, on the morning of the third day, things changed.

Susan had woken up, cleansed herself at the sink and was sitting on her bed waiting for breakfast, which usually arrived right after she was through washing. Susan heard the key in the lock and the bolt slide open, but this time a girl in her early twenties brought her tray in.

The girl put the tray down on Susan's desk, then turned to face Susan.

"You are Susan?" she asked.

"Yes," Susan said, a little surprised at having been spoken to.

"As soon as you have finished eating, Mr. Rowdy will be in to see you," the girl said.

"Do you know why?" Susan asked.

The girl turned away from Susan and walked to the door, where a man stood. She stopped, turned back to Susan and spoke. "We do not question our Master's orders."

She went out and the steel door slammed shut behind her.

An hour later the door opened again. The girl had returned, and following behind her was Mr. Rowdy. As the girl picked up the tray from the desk, Mr. Rowdy slid the steel stool out and sat down to face Susan. The girl stood at his side.

Susan felt a little uncomfortable as Mr. Rowdy stared at her. "After your evening meal, Melissa will be back to help you with make-up and get you ready for this evening's show. You will do whatever Melissa tells you without question, and during the show you will perform without question, regardless of what is done to you, or what you are asked to do. Should you, in any way, fail to do as told, you will regret it. Do you understand?"

Susan saw the hateful glare burning into her body and knew the man meant what he was saying. "Yes, Master, I understand."

Mr. Rowdy stood up. "Fine, see that you do."

Then he and the girl left.

CHAPTER FOUR

Through the day she thought about the show. What kind of show was it? What were they going to do to her? Would there be pain? question after question ran through her mind.
Lunch and dinner came and went as usual, but about a half an hour after her dinner tray had been taken away the girl she had met earlier returned.
"It is time to get you ready," she said very matter-of-factly. "Please sit at the desk."
Susan did as she was asked and the girl began putting make-up on Susan's face. The girl was very slow and deliberate, taking her time until at last Susan was allowed to look in the stainless steel mirror. Her lipstick, rouge, eye shadow, eyeliner had been done to enhance every line of her pretty face, making her look even more beautiful. Her hair had been in rollers all the time the make-up was being applied, and the girl now began removing them. Once the rollers were out the girl brushed, teased and combed Susan's hair until it glistened like soft strands of gold falling in soft waves around her face to her shoulders.
Next came the outfit Susan would wear. First came the diamond patterned black hose, which Susan pulled up each long leg. A regular pair of black bikini panties followed, and then the black garter belt with frilly lace surrounds the edges. Susan snapped the suspenders hanging from the garter belt to the tops of her hose. The frilly black bra fully covered her tits and hooked between the two firm, round globes. The red dress went all the way up to her neck, with a slight curve at the top showing very little flesh. Little red buttons ran all the way up to her neck. This was followed by a pair of red satin pumps, to accentuate the delicious curves of her long legs.
The girl stood back and eyed Susan, making sure everything was neatly in place. "Yes, Master will be pleased when he sees you."
The girl led Susan out the door into the cool fresh air. They walked to the rear of the corrugated building, where a man stood at a door. He unlocked the door and Susan heard the door lock once they were inside. The girl led Susan to a small room no more than five feet square.
"You will wait here," the girl said, and closed the door.
Susan sat down on a bench. Her nerves were on the edge in anticipation of what was to come. Her wait didn't last long as the door opened again moments later. Two men dressed in tight black leather pants and open black leather vests studded with silver buttons stood at the door. "Come with us," the taller of the two well-muscled men said.
"Yes, Master," Susan said as she stood and excited the little room to stand between the men.
They ushered her up some stairs and she could hear voices, many voices, coming from nearby. They stood at a door, which the shorter man opened, and Susan was led onto a stage. She looked out and saw a crowd of forty or fifty people, all men, sitting in folding chairs facing the stage. The talk suddenly stopped as the audience saw Susan move to the center of the stage and wait for the show to start.
The taller man at her side spoke. "Gentlemen, this is Susan, our latest acquisition, and for the next hour she will be our entertainment. You all know the rules, so shall we begin?"
Applause ran throughout the room as the tall man turned to Susan.
"You will first show your servitude by kissing my boots, slut," he said.
Almost in a whisper, Susan said, "Yes, Master."
Without warning, the man's hand lashed out and caught her with a loud smack across her right cheek.
"Uuuuuummmmmph!" Susan grunted as her head snapped to the left. She felt the heat rise in her cheek.
"You will speak louder when speaking!" the tall man shouted at her.
In a loud clear voice, Susan said, "Yes, Master."
"Now kneel!"
"Yes, Master."
She dropped to her knees. Her eyes stared momentarily at the gleaming leather getting closer and closer to her face. Her head bowed down until she felt her lips press against the leather, kissing the boot all over the top of it until the man pulled it back and slid his left foot forward. Her head moved to the second boot and she pressed her lips to the spit-polished leather over and over again.
As Susan kissed the boot, a chair was brought out and placed just behind the man. He sat down and slid his boot from beneath Susan's face.
"Now lick the bottom clean," he said, and held the boot straight out at Susan.
Susan looked at the bottom of the boot and the dirt covering it. Her hands went up beneath the heel of the boot as her mouth opened.
She felt the dirt cover her tongue as she began lapping at the bottom of the boot. Several times she swallowed the dirt and grime down into her stomach. Her thoughts ran to how sick men must be to sit there and actually enjoy seeing another human being treated so badly.
The tall man pulled his foot away and offered her his right boot, and Susan continued licking and lapping dirt into her mouth until the man was satisfied.
After several minutes of bootlicking the man stood up and turned the wooden chair' so that the back faced the audience. "I don't think she did a good enough job. Do you all think she should be spanked for doing such a terrible job?"
Applause and shouts urging the man to spank her rang out through the audience as the man turned to Susan.
"Get up, whore!" the man shouted.
Susan stood up, knowing that the pain was about to begin.
"Lean over the back of the chair, hands flat on the seat, and spread your legs!"
"Yes, Master."
Susan bent over the back of the chair, which raised and pushed her ass out toward the audience. Her legs spread as far apart as the high heels would allow her.
The shorter man stepped to her side, and as he handed the taller man a sandpaper-surfaced ping-pong paddle, he slowly raised the back hem of Susan's dress up until the audience could see her beautifully rounded asscheeks pressing tightly against her black panties.
Susan felt a finger slip into the band of her panties and slowly, teasingly, slide them down, baring her naked ass-flesh inch by inch to the leering audience.
The panties slid down until they were just below her asscheeks. She knew the men could see everything now. Her pussy lips were lewdly exposed beneath the curves of her ass, and she felt her face flush at the humiliation of being uncovered to the eyes of the horny men.
"You will receive ten blows to each asscheek for doing such a terrible job," the tall man said as one of his hands caressed her ass, feeling the silky smoothness. "When I am finished, you will thank me and apologize for doing such a sloppy job on my boots."
Susan shuddered in anticipation of the spanking. "Yes, Master."
The audience watched as the paddle was raised. Their necks craned forward just as the paddle swished downward and cracked across the creamy white flesh of the bent over girl's left asscheek.
"Oh! Oh!" Susan cried as the paddle flattened out the flesh of her ass, sending a stinging wave of pain through her body.
The paddle pulled back, leaving a rounded pink area blooming in the center of the white flesh surrounding it.
"Uuuuuuuuunngh!" Susan groaned as the paddle slammed into her right asscheek. "Uuuungh-unh-unnnhgg!"
The man swung the paddle hard, cracking it repeatedly into her jouncing ass-flesh, turning it from pink to red to scarlet. Susan felt her knees weaken and struggled to stay standing as the paddle fell with loud echoing smacks against her tortured ass-flesh. Her body jerked, the yelps of pain grew louder and tear dripped down onto the chair seat beneath her head.
The audience began shouting. They were beginning to feel like a part of the show as they saw bruises appear in the scarlet red of her beaten ass-flesh. Some of the bruises turned to purple as the paddle continued to slash down on her beaten ass.
The shorter man, who had been standing at Susan's side, now looked out at the audience.
"Now gentlemen, one more little punishment for our little blonde beauty," he said, and held up a butt plug for the audience to see.
Susan grunted as fingers pressed into her reddened and bruised ass-flesh, separating her asscheeks so the audience could clearly see her shitter. She felt something greasy drip squarely on the center of the little brown ass-bud and grunted again as the shorter man's finger touched, then pushed into her shit-hole and smeared the grease around the inside of her shit-chute.
The man placed the tip of the butt plug up against her shit-hole and violently rammed it in.
"Aaaarrrrrrrgh!" Susan moaned as she felt her shit-hole open, widen', and then narrow as the outer rings of her asshole closed around the narrower part of the plug. She felt nauseated and degraded knowing that all of the strangers could see the implement firmly imbedded in her shitter.
"Wiggle that ass, cunt," the tall man said. "Yes, Master!" Susan sobbed, and wiggled her ass back and forth for the pleasure of the sadistic men watching her humiliate herself. She felt the butt plug roughly twist in her shitter as she wiggled back and forth, bringing more tears of pain from her reddened eyes.
"Stand up now, you filthy little slut!"
"Yes, Master!" She straightened up, feeling a great weakness in her knees as she struggled to keep herself upright.
The taller man grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face the audience. "Now, apologize to them for not doing a good job on my boots."
Susan looked put at the audience. "I-I'm sorry for not doing a good job licking the bottoms of his boots."
She felt red flush come to her cheeks as the audience laughed loudly at her disgrace.
"Tell them you are so ashamed of your performance that you'd like to have ten of them come up here and fuck your tight cunt to make amends to them," the short man said.
"And look at them when you speak," the tall man said.
The thought of having to ask ten men, complete strangers, to come up and fuck her in the middle of the stage horrified her, but she knew that the pain still throbbing her asscheeks was nothing compared to what would happen to her if she refused.
Lifting her eyes, she looked out at the audience. (' 'Sirs-Masters, I'm sorry that I didn't perform better and I feel I owe it to you to let ten of you fuck me."
The shorter man looked at her. "Tell them where you want to be fucked."
"I . . . I want you to fuck me in-my cunt, my pussy! I want you to use my fuck-box and shoot your cum into it like it is nothing but a receptacle for your jism!" She lowered her eyes in shame
"That's better, cunt," the man said. "Gentlemen, all of your chairs are numbered from one to ten in white stenciled numbers on the backs. I will draw a number from a box and all of you with that number on his chair can come up here on stage for a good fucking of this slut's cunt."
He looked to the side of the stage and a girl wearing nothing but a G-string came out carrying a small box. She held it as the shorter man reached in. Pulling out a piece of paper he unfolded it and read.
The men in the audience all twisted and turned to check the backs of their chairs, then shouts began coming from every direction in the audience from the joyous winners.
Susan watched as one by one the men came to the left side of the stage and stepped up the stairs until there were ten men eagerly waiting to get started.
The taller man went to the line of men and had them count off from one to ten.
"Now gentlemen, the number four has been added back to the box and we will draw out each number one by one until each of you has had his turn," he said.
As the shorter man put the number back in the box and the line of men began rubbing their crotches in anticipation of being first, two men Susan hadn't seen before brought out a padded bench three feet wide and six feet long. They placed the bench in the center of the stage, one end of it toward the audience. They went back to the side of the stage and returned carrying a large mirror mounted on a frame. The mirror was put at the end of the bench away from the audience.
One of the men then ordered Susan to strip off everything except the hose, garter belt, and pumps. Susan's fingers nervously unbuttoned the dress and slipped it off her shoulders. She handed the dress to the man. Her panties were still clinging to her asscheeks, and she slid them down her long legs until she could step out of them. Her fingers went to the hook of her bra, unclasped it, and peeled the black bra from her body, revealing her full round tits.
"Number six," the short man called out as he looked at the unfolded piece of paper he had just drawn out of the box.
"Woweeeeee! That's me!" come an excited cry from the sixth man in the line.
"The rest of you can line up on each side to watch," the tall man said, and then turned to Susan. "Sit down on the end of the bench, facing the audience."
Susan's mind was filled with hate for the men who were about to abuse her body.
"Yes, Master!" she said loudly and sat down on the bench.
The man who had won the first go at her began removing his pants as the others stood on each side of her, anxiously awaiting the action and their turns at the sexy beauty sitting on the bench.
"Lie down on your back and pull your ankles back to each side of your head," the tall man said.
"Yes, Master."
Susan assumed the position, her ass sticking wantonly into the air. Her legs spread wide she waited for the degradation of being forced to fuck a man totally unknown to her.
One of the men who had brought the bench and mirror out tilted the mirror so the men in the audience would get a good view of the naked girl getting a cock fucked into her cunt.
The man that had won the first fuck stepped up to Susan's raised ass, his stiff prick in his hand. Susan looked down between her pulled- back and spread legs. She saw that his cock wasn't overly big or thick, but still the feeling of him using her body as a receptacle for his cum angered her.
She watched the tip of his cock press up against her pussy-slit as his fingers unfolded her pouting pussy-lips. She was glad he wasn't big, since she was dry down there and even a normal-size cock was going to cause some pain in her dry pussy-hole.
As the cock pressed forward, she lay her head back, not wanting to see it.
"Unn!" she grunted as the cock-head pushed between her cunt-lips. She felt the head of it fuck into her as the man thrust forward. The man thrust until all of his cock was buried to the hilt. His leg pressed against the butt plug sticking out of her asshole, bringing a grunt of pain from the girl as it twisted and pressed against her ass-ring.
The men stared at the cunt, watching the man's cock as it slowly withdrew until only the tip rested between the folds of the girl's pink cunt-lips.
Susan felt the walls of her cunt slowly begin releasing their lubricating fluids around the shaft of the man's cock, making the feeling within her body a little less painful.
"Okay, cunt, now we'll start in," the man fucking her said, and rammed all the way into her body with his fuck-meat.
"Ooooooh!" Susan exclaimed as the cock crammed up into her jerking body.
"Come on, fuck the cunt! Give it to her!" someone shouted from beside her. "Fuck her! Ram it to the slut! Drive her up the wall!"
And the man fucking her began thrusting faster and faster into her cunt.
"Umph! Ummph! Ummmmmph!" Susan grunted with each hard thrust of the cock-meat.
She felt her cunt leaking more and more fuck-juice and she felt a strange sensation welling up in her stomach, a feeling uninvited, one that she didn't want and wouldn't accept.
No! She wouldn't let them make her cum! She wouldn't be degraded and humiliated even more by letting them see her get excited with a strange man's cock fucking away in her pussy.
"Slam it to the cunt! Make her beg for more!"
Shouts filled the air as the cock fucked in and out.
"Unh, unh, unh!" Susan grunted, her cunt filling, emptying, and filling again.
"Oh yeaaaaahh, baby! Oh, I'm getting ready!" the man screamed as he felt the walls of the girl's pussy tighten as his cock began to swell. "Oooooh! Ooooooh yeah, baby! I'm cummmmmmmmming!"
Susan felt the cock fuck as deep into her body as the man could get it. His fingers dug painfully into her hips as his cock throbbed and pulsed. She felt the heat of his jism as it spurted into her.
"Ooooo-ohh! Yeah, baby, that was great!" the man gasped as his cock slowly stopped throbbing. Slowly he pulled his cock from her cunt and stepped back.
Immediately Susan felt a second cock being shoved up into her body, slushing right into the jism just deposited there. The cock fucked in until it was buried in her cunt. As he eased back out, she felt the lubricating juices of her own pussy and the cum of the man who had just fucked her easing out between her cunt-lips and leaking down her ass crack.
The second man fucked away unceremoniously at her cunt while being urged on with shouts and yells from the men standing at her side and the men in the audience.
She grunted and moaned, fighting to keep her feelings under control. Her mind was on other things as the second man pounded, plunged and rutted at her cunt-hole until he too was yelling and his cock throbbed deep within her, emptying it cum.
A third man fucked her, then a fourth and a fifth, each filling her cunt with spunk. By the sixth man, her pussy was aching and hurting. Her grunts turned to cries of pain as the men continued to fuck her.
Finally the last man shot his jism into her pain-wracked body and pulled out of her pulverized pussy. The men stood over her, watching as tears began running down her cheeks.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" she screamed as the short muscular man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright.

"On your feet, dog!"

"Oh-oh yes, Master!"

"Now on your knees at the end of the bench and rub your face in all that cum and pussy-juice!" He pointed to the pool of jism that had leaked out of her pussy.

Susan shuddered at the thought, but obeyed. She knelt down and put her face into the pool of cum and pussy-juice, smearing her face back and forth in it.

"Now on those ugly tits," the man said.

Susan moved up along the bench until her chest was in the sticky mess, dragging her tits back and forth through the goo. As she knelt there, she felt the butt plug tug at her asshole until suddenly it popped free.

"Arrrrrrggggggh!" she moaned as her asshole stretched and the plug was jerked ruthlessly out of her.

The men went back to their seats well satisfied with the fucking they had just given the girl as she was led off the stage and marched back to her room. The tall man unlocked the door and. shoved her roughly in. "Clean your filthy ass up, cunt!"

Then the door slammed shut.

She looked into the stainless steel mirror and saw the gobs of cum covering her face and tits and felt jizz sliding down the insides of her legs. Slowly her body dropped to the floor, where she sat with her arms wrapped around her legs and sobbed loudly, her body shaking with tremors of shame and complete degradation. They had turned her into an animal, a toy, nothing more than a thing to be used for their sadistic pleasures.

CHAPTER FIVE

Susan's eyes opened as soon as the bolt slid open on the door. She watched the door open and a woman in her early thirties walked in.

"Hmmm, not bad. They said you were quite a piece."

"Who are you?" Susan asked. "Name's Serena, honey, but to you it's Mistress. You and I will be spending a little time getting acquainted today."

Susan squirmed at the harsh tone the woman was using. It didn't sound like being around her was going to be a pleasant experience.

The woman pulled the stool out from beneath the desk and sat down. Susan noticed the high slit in her black leather skirt. The white blouse was opened wide, exposing a large amount of her bra-less, full tits and the high heels, even higher than those Susan had worn, brought attention to the curved calves and slim ankles of the extremely well-built woman.

"I hear they fucked the hell out of you last night?"

"Yes, they did, and it was horrible!" Susan gasped.

The woman scooted the stool to the side of the bed, and before Susan realized what was happening her nipples were between the woman's fingers.

"Aaaaaaagh!" Susan cried out as Serena' S fingernails dug into the sides of the nipples.

"I told you to call me Mistress," Serena said as she dug and twisted her nails into the two-trapped nubbins of tit-meat.

"Oooooh! Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry! Please, you're hurting me, oh, please stop!" Susan cried as jolts of pain rushed through her tits.

Serena gave a sharp twist to the entrapped nipples and smiled as Susan groaned in pain. Releasing the nipples, she gave a sharp slap to Susan's right tit. "Just remember to do as I tell you and we can avoid the unnecessary pain."

Again Susan grunted at the stinging slap. "Yes, Mistress, I'll remember!"

"Good, now that we understand each other, let me take a look at that cunt of yours and see just how damaged it is."

Susan spread her legs as Serena bent over her. Serena's fingers touched the swollen pussy-lips, bringing a gasp of pain from Susan. Gently, the woman took hold of Serena's cunt-lips and spread them apart to peer in at the bright red flesh of her spread pussy.

"Yeah, they did a good job on you, but you'll be good as new for next Saturday's show," Serena said.

Serena went to the door, opened it, and yelled out to a man passing by. "Adam, go get my kit so I can take care of this bitch!"

Serena came back to the stool.

"Turn over on your stomach and let's take a look at that ass. Those paddles can make some pretty nasty bruises," Serena said.

Susan turned over on her stomach and felt the cool fingers of Serena gently tracing welt lines and running across the bruises left by the paddle.

"Looks like we're going to have to soak this ass of yours in some hot water and Epsom salts to get rid of these bruises," Serena said as she sat back up.

Serena went to the sink and filled the bucket almost full with hot water. While she was dipping water into the bucket, the door opened.

"Your kit, Serena," the man said, handing a black rag to Serena and leaving.

Opening the bag, Serena took out a bottle of Epsom salts and poured it into the bucket, then pushed the bucket toward the cot. "Put your ass in this."

Susan edged off the bed and squatted over the bucket, easing her ass down.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as the water burned into her bruised ass-flesh.

"Open up your cunt and let some of the water work around on that raw cunt-meat," Serena said.

Susan spread her legs and reached down to do as Serena had commanded.

"Ooooooh, it hurts!"

"Of course it hurts, you dumb shit, that's mostly salt water working around on your battered cunt," Serena said, and sat down on the cot next to Susan.

Susan remained sitting in the bucket of water for almost a half an hour before Serena had her get back up on the bed. At first Susan thought Serena would leave, but that wasn't the case as Serena scooted up to the head of the bed. "Get on your hands and knees facing me. It's time to pay the doctor."

'But I don't have any money," Susan said as she got up on her hands and knees.

"Money isn't what I want for payment," Serena said.

"Then what?" Susan asked.

Serena pulled her skirt across her leg, revealing her naked cunt mound. "You can pay me by giving little old

Serena a good pussy-licking, baby."

"Do what?" Susan cried.

"You heard me, get your face down here on my hot little cunt and give it a good licking."

Susan knew that Serena was serious. I have never done this, so I'm not sure just exactly how you want it done to you."

"Haven't your boyfriends ever gone down on you?" Serena asked.

"Well-yes, but that's different."

"You remember what he did that made you feel good, don't you?"

"Uh, yes," Susan said.

Serena spread her legs. "Then do it."

"Yes, Mistress."

Susan lowered her head between Serena 's legs.

"That's it, baby, get down and kiss it all over first."

Susan puckered her lips and pressed them against the already-wet pussy. She kissed all around the pussy-folds from top to bottom and then, remembering how her boyfriend used to separate her pussy-lips and kiss her clit, she parted Serena's cunt lips with her fingers and kissed the tip of the woman's clit.

"Ummmmm, yes, baby, that's the way it's done!" Serena moaned, fitting her head back and letting it rest against the wall.

Susan rubbed her soft lips back and forth across the woman's stiffening clit and then stuck her tongue out to caress back and forth across the little bud.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's great! Keep it up, lick that little sucker!" Serena cried out.

Susan wasn't particularly happy about kissing and licking another woman's pussy, but it beat hell out of getting another beating, and Serena hadn't really treated her bad. The taste of the juices wasn't anything to write home about, but it wasn't bad either. At least it was a lot less unpleasant than she had at first thought it would be.

"Stick your tongue up in it, sweets!" Serena exclaimed.

Susan spread the cunt-lips a little wider and placed her open mouth right over Serena's cunthole. Her tongue drove up into the wet cunt and began fucking in and out.

"Yeah, baby, yeah! Oh God, that's good!" Serena cried as she felt herself rising, her stomach fluttering at the tongue fucked in and out of her sopping cunt-hole.

Susan felt Serena's hands touch the back of her head and the rise of the woman's hips as her cunt was pressed harder and harder against her gaping mouth. She drove her tongue up in-to the woman's gushing cunt as far as she could, knowing the woman was about to climax. She could feel her nose bumping and rubbing against Serena' s erect clit as pussy-juices covered her mouth and ran down her chin.

"Oh baby, baby, oh baby! I'm gonna-I'm gonna-oh God, I'm cummmmmming, baby!"

Serena yelled out as she ground her cunt hard up against Susan's mouth, feeling the girl's nose rub her clit and the tongue circle deliciously in-side her sopping, cumming cunt.

Susan felt the rush of pussy-juices flow over her tongue. Her tongue drove deep and swirled around several times before she felt the hands on the back of her head relax and Serena's body gave one final buck before falling back into total exhaustion.

Raising her mouth from Serena's cunt, she looked up at the woman. Her head lay back against the wall, eyes closed, and there was a smile on her face.

Susan sat back and waited for Serena to open her eyes and give her another order. It seemed like an eternity before

Serena finally began breathing normally again, and when she did, she looked at Susan, "You were fantastic. Are you sure you've never sucked pussy before?"

"No, Mistress, this was my first time."

"If you suck cock as well as you suck pussy, it's no wonder the guys like you!"

Serena moved forward on the cot Susan backed away.

Serena swung her skirt back over her legs as she rose from the cot. She looked at Susan.

"I'm going to leave a bottle of Epsom salts with you. I want you to soak your ass this evening and make sure you spread that little cunt of yours and let the salt water swirl around inside. It won't be long before you're healed. I'll be back to check on you tomorrow morning."

Susan looked up at Serena. "Yes, Mistress." Serena went to the door, opened it, and looked back at Susan. "I will be looking forward to another performance from you tomorrow."

Susan watched the door close and sat back to go over all that happened to her in the past few days.

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