The Bad Date
by Mira Davis

Chapter One

My name is Jamie. I'm writing this story to tell you what can happen when you trust
the wrong people, when you put your life in their hands without knowing a whole lot about
what's going on in their minds. I made that mistake, and paid heavily for it.

Or, at least, I think I did.

The experience has changed me so much I find it hard to know now whether it
ended up good or bad.

I guess I should start by telling you a little about myself. First, I'm a rich girl,
always have been, and yeah, I guess I was pretty spoiled. I was always coddled and told
how pretty and smart I was, and given anything my heart desired.

I had a trust fund that kicked in when I hit twenty-one, so I never had to work at
anything. I didn't have the kind of mind that would allow me to just lay around the house,
though, so set out to find something to do.

First, I opened a hobby and craft store. Why? Well, like I said, I didn't need money,
so I decided to do something that I liked. Well, the little store took off, and boy did the
profits roll in. I expanded, first upwards, to the second floor of the building I was, in, then
the third, and fourth, and finally down to the basement. It got to be a really big place.

It was in an old four story building that was on the edge of seedy. I bought the place
and had it renovated. I rented out the apartments above the street to yuppies, and opened a
flower store, a music store, and art store, and a cafe on the ground floor, to go with my
crafts and hobbies store.

On the top floor I had my place, in the renovated attic. It ran the length of the
building and had big skylights and huge fireplaces.

Anyway, that was what I was doing for a living. I was doing pretty well too. I mean,
here I was a twenty-three year old woman who'd never been to college (I hated school), and
was employing dozens of people and making a high six figure income.

Not bad, huh?

In my personal life I had a lot of friends and interests. Most of my friends were men.
I guess I just got along better with them than with women. I liked to talk sports and argue
politics, and could do it for hours.

I did have a few women friends, but frankly, I found most women pretty weak
willed, and way too interested in make-up and clothing and diets. Besides, women didn't
seem to take to me very well.

I think it's jealousy, frankly.

See, I'm the kind of women that other women seem to find threatening. I'm better
than good looking, though I wouldn't call myself beautiful exactly. Men tend to give me
long, careful looks.

I think its my personality they like, though, was well as my looks. Like I said earlier,
I get along with men really easy.

I'm a blonde, a real blonde, not a dyed blonde, and despite the cliche', I'm no dumb
bimbo, and refuse to act, dress, or be treated like one.

My hair is straight and a somewhat longer than shoulder length. Women have told
me I should curl it, but shit, no way am I going to sit in a hairdresser's chair for two or
three fucking hours while my hair is played with.

Anyway, my hair looks fine as it is. I blow dry it so it's thick and rich, part it on the
right side, and sweep it across the top of my head. It usually stays where I want it, so I leave
it alone.

My face has always been a problem. It's a total lie. It's soft and cute and sweet, and
not at all an indication of what kind of person I am. It looks young and innocent, neither of
which I ever really was. I have large blue eyes, a tiny snub nose, and full, sensuous lips.

When people describe me they do not call me gorgeous or beautiful or ravishing.

They call me adorable, and cute, and sweet. One bitch even said I looked precious. It's a
great face if you're a cheerleader in junior high and want people to pat you on the head all
the time.

I have a tall, powerfully built body...

Okay, that's bullshit, wishful thinking. I'm about average height... maybe a little less
than average height, and I loath exercise. Someone gave me one of those weight machines
and said I could make myself look like Linda Hamilton, you know, at her Terminator Two
stage? I put it in storage. Who needs muscles when you've got money?

Anyway, my body was pretty good, pretty fit. That comes naturally. I've always had
a really small waist, and no matter what I eat I never seem to put on weight. I have pretty
good legs, a really nice ass, and good, firm breasts, thirty-six-C, which is average, right?

Well, maybe a bit more.

Frankly, breasts are a pain. The bigger they are, the more they get in the way, but if
they're too small you kind of feel inferior. Mine are okay, it'd be a lot more comfortable to
be as flat chested as a boy, but I know I'd be self-conscious.

One thing they're good for, of course, is sex. Some women I know say they get no
real pleasure out of their breasts during sex. I do. After just a little stroking and caressing
and squeezing they get really swollen and feel kind of... tight and hot, and incredibly
sensitive to the touch, especially the nipples. I've come just from guys playing and suckling
at my breasts.

Well, okay, maybe I was squeezing my thighs together too.

Anyway, I'm considered pretty good looking, let's put it that way. The guys like my
looks and attitude, the women hate both.

I usually don't wear dresses or skirts. Maybe I have a complex from seventh grade
when Jimmy Fraser pulled my skirt up in the hallway at school. I hadn't been wearing any
underpants and boy was that humiliating.

I still don't like to wear underpants. I do sometimes, when I'm feeling sexy, say.

Then I wear something filmy and lacy and sensuous.

Mostly I only wear a bra under my clothes. I wear jeans and shirts when I'm being
casual, and other times I wear suits, not mannish things but bright pastels and shimmering
silks, good looking blazers and pants.

Anyway, this whole thing started because of a dumb magazine article. The guy I was
going with, Joey Cooper, had read that the longer you went without sex the better your
orgasm would be when you let go. By sex they meant masturbation too. So both of us
decided to do without for a week, not fucking, no masturbating.

Then we had a fight and broke up, leaving me horny. I know I could have just
masturbated, but I was still kind of curious about whether that magazine article was right,
and I wanted to find out with a cock, not my fingers.

So maybe I wasn't quite as discrete, and maybe I didn't wait as long as I usually do
with a new guy. I mean, he seemed to nice.

His name, he said, was Allan Witherspoon. I met him at the cafe, the one in my
building that I had started. I was sitting outdoors at my regular table, reading the paper
and sipping a cappuccino, when he sat down at the table next to mine.

At first I didn't notice him since my nose was buried in the paper, but then I looked
up and there he was... Adonis. He was tall and broad shouldered and rock solid handsome,
not pretty-boy handsome either, but that kind of rugged, square-jawed manly kind of
handsome.

He had a huge chest and his pecs made his thin sports shirt strain to the breaking
point. His arms were thick and solid and bulged with muscle. Right away I thought that
this would be a great way to break my fast. It had been almost ten days now and I needed
some relief. Every night in bed my fingers had kept creeping towards my pussy, and I
didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

So I struck up a conversation with the guy, which wasn't very hard, most guys are
pretty eager to talk with me. Turned out Allan was a baseball fan (big surprise), and since I
just happened to have a box seats, and happen to be going to the game that evening I kind
of asked him if he cared to go.

Of course he did. Why wouldn't he?

Now I know you're not supposed to screw a guy on the first date, but look at it this
way, going to a ball game was equal to several dates. What I mean is, suppose you go to a
dinner and a movie, you spend most of the time eating or watching the movie. Going to a
ball game you spend a lot more time talking, getting to know each other. I knew Allan a lot
better, or thought I did, than if we'd gone to few movies.

I knew he was a design consultant, knew he'd played football in high school and in
college. Knew he'd hurt his leg and never graduated from college, that he was unmarried,
straight, and...

Okay, so it's a weak excuse, it's all I've got.

I invited him up for coffee. He was suitably impressed with the place, and we started
necking and making out on the couch.

There's a certain point where you realize you're going to sleep with a guy. In this
case the point came when we were arm in arm, necking, and his hand slid down off my
shoulder and gently cupped my left breast. I hesitated a moment, wondering whether to
push it off, but it felt really good there, and the longer I hesitated the better it felt.

I was wearing a light blue silk shirt that buttoned up the middle. Under that I had a
dark blue, lacy little french bra. Allan's big hand slid back and forth against the underside
of my breasts, and with only those thin, thin pieces of fabric between his fingers and my
flesh it had quite an effect.

My breasts started swelling and getting hot, and my nipples pushed out visibly. I
was sure, as he continued to rub his hand back and forth on my breast, that he could feel
my nipple against his palm.

He started to squeeze my breast then, not too hard, for which I gave him credit, but
just right, massaging and kneading the sensitive flesh as our lips slid together.

I hardly even noticed his fingers at the buttons, he was so deft, so nimble. It wasn't
until his fingers slid into my shirt that I realized he'd undone several buttons and the front
was wide open. He slid his hand over my breast, following its rounded outline, then cupped
and squeezed it through the bra.

He shifted his lips onto the nape of my neck, nuzzling there, licking and nibbling
under my ear, and I stroked his strong, muscular back, my body starting to throb with
sexual awakening.

The catch was between my bra cups, and he found it almost at once, releasing it. His
hand cupped my bare breast then, as his other hand undid more buttons. I gasped as he
pushed me back and pulled my shirt open. It was a little embarrassing, and yet also
exciting as he gazed down at my exposed chest for the first time, but then he bent in and
licked his tongue up my left breast and over the nipple, then closed his lips around it and
sucked.

I sighed in pleasure as his fingers worked carefully at my swollen breasts and his
mouth sucked on my nipple. He worked his tongue rapidly over my hardened little bud as
he munched on the surrounding flesh with his teeth. I reached behind him and pulled his
face into my chest, rubbing my warm breast meat against him.

His hand slid down my belly and undid my pants, then slipped inside. I had no
panties beneath and his fingers slid fully over my bare pussy and kind of cupped it in the
palm of his hand, squeezing a little. Each squeeze sent a rush of heat into my belly.

He slid his hand back up a bit, then pressed one finger against my pussy lips. They
were tight, and I concentrated my senses on the feeling of his finger slowly sliding in
between them lengthwise, pressing against my soft pink inner flesh, pressing down on my
shimmering little clitoris.

He began to rub my clit then, sawing his finger up and down between my tight pussy
lips, stroking directly, and, I might add, expertly across my button. His finger was warm,
and just a little rough skinned. He moved it very gently but insistently on my little clit,
rubbing up and down, up and down.

I was still sitting, pressed back against the back of the couch as Allan squeezed my
left breast with one hand and sucked and chewed on my right. His finger was doing
wonderful things to my clit, and my insides were starting to churn and twist with a massive
sexual power buildup.

I was panting for breath already, my head back, eyes half closed. I was stroking his
head and shoulders as he sucked on my nipple, and I had opened my legs wide as he
fingered my clit. My pussy felt moist, hot and moist, and I knew a vague worry that I would
stain the silk pants I was wearing.

But I didn't really care at that point. I sure wasn't going to stop him.

I felt my head throb, felt the pressure grow and grow until my head was ready to
explode.

"Cu...cu...cummminggggg," I gurgled.

Allan responded by putting three fingers together and suddenly thrusting them high
into my pussy. At the same time he jammed his thumb down on my clit and ground it down
furiously, sucked a big wad of my breast into his mouth and sucked for all he was worth,
and mashed his hand down on my other breast hard.

The come blossomed inside me, and then with his sudden actions rocketed upwards
into a massive, powerful release of sexual and physical energy. My head jerked and
thrashed, my back arched violently and my bottom bounced on the couch as I bucked up
against him.

I whined and gurgled in tremendous ecstasy, seared and blasted by the massive
force of the cataclysmic sexual release. It tore through my body, ripped through my pussy
and made my head reel, blasting me insensible for long, long seconds.

In the midst of that, or maybe just at the tail end, as I was coming down from my
cum, he heaved my body over onto my side, then over onto my knees, so my face and
shoulders were jammed into the back of the couch. I groaned weakly, my chest heaving as I
started to get my breath back.

He jerked my pants down over my hips, bunching them up around my thighs, then
shifted behind me and pressed his cock against my hot, damp pussy entrance. I felt his
hard cockhead rub up and down along my slit, and quivered each time it rubbed over my
clit.

Then he thrust into me... hard. I gasped and cried out in shock and some small pain.

But I was pretty wet in there and his cock drove deep as his weight came down behind it. In
seconds he had buried it to the hilt and his hips were crushed up against my buttocks.

I should say here that I almost never do it in the doggie position. I've seen a few
porno movies, you see, and they all seem to love this position. But one view of the woman
from behind, her ass sticking up, breasts hanging down, well, one view of that from the
man's perspective was enough to convince me that now guy could ever respect me after
seeing and using me that way.

But just then I was in no position to argue. Allan's heavy weight was pressed tight
against my butt and his cock was deep inside me, the head grinding against my cervix. I
was just cumming down from a huge high, and not thinking quite clearly yet.

He jerked my shirt off over my shoulders, then seized me around the waist and
began to draw his cock back. It was thick, I could tell that right away, and long. It stroked
heavily across the soft flesh inside my pussy, flesh that was forced taut around the fat
invader.

He thrust back again, and I cried out once more, starting to get just the slightest
upset at him for ramming it into me like that when I wasn't ready. He began to pump, long
and deep and firmly, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out...

His hips slapped into my behind and my knees and face and chest were bouncing
against the bottom and back of the couch as Allan began to do me. My pussy lips were
pulled wide around his pistoning cock and my annoyance drained away as the sensation of
his cock moving back and forth between them filtered up to my brain.

It felt so goooood!

I gripped the top of the back and dragged myself up a little, at least so my face
wasn't pushed down into the corner. I clung to the top as his hips slapped into me harder
and faster. He was pumping his cock with more energy, and I started to fall into a sexual
torpor, a deeply satisfying, languorous feeling.

It was utter contentment, utter peace, deep comfort and enjoyment. The feeling of
sexual heat enveloped me and made me forget everything but the deeply gratifying
sensation of that big cock sliding back and forth inside me.

He spoiled it a bit though when he started to fuck me really hard. His hips rammed
into my buttocks hard enough to cause pain and I had to brace myself to keep my position.

My breasts wobbled and shook below me as he pounded his meaty rod into me with wild
abandon.

The soothing sexual high left, replaced by a pulsing, throbbing desire and need. My
body began to hum with energy. My heart began to pound, sending the blood rushing
through my body. My breaths came faster and faster as my body heated up.

I felt my insides turning over, especially down in my lower belly. My pussy was a
voracious, volcano, steaming and boiling, the pressure building up higher and higher,
getting ready to blow.

Allan's hands moved roughly up and down my sides, then slid under and cupped my
breasts harshly, crushing them up against my ribs. I groaned and thrashed in his grip,
humping back at him, gripping his hands in mine to increase the pressure.

Then I came, smashing my head deliberately down into the padded seat back again
and again as my pussy exploded with ecstatic release. I grunted like an animal, a series of
blissful, mindless exclamations that marked each hard, almost brutal thrust of his cock up
into my belly.

In the midst of my cum his arrived, and he shot his load of white juice up inside me.

I hardly noticed.

His movements began to slow, and then he sank down over me, clutching me to him
as he held his cock still, far up inside me.

We remained like that for long seconds, then he shifted his weight and slid sideways,
dragging me with him. We slid down onto our sides on the couch, his arms around me, his
cock still inside me. I reached down and rubbed it where it came out between my pussy and
went back between my closed thighs.

"Jesus," I gasped.
"You said it," he sighed.

We lay there for a while, decompressing, then I pushed him back and sat up,
shoving the hair out of my face. I was a bit embarrassed. I mean, really, I didn't know him
that well, and here he'd just... well, he'd fucked me. No, we hadn't made love, nor had we
fucked each other. He had plane and simply fucked me... from behind, taken me, ridden me
like a dog.

I awkwardly yanked my pants up and stumbled down the hall to my bedroom, and
there changed into a robe. I went back to him and tried to casually make it clear that I
wasn't a cheap slut who fucked every guy on my couch on the first date.

I lost my embarrassment before long and we talked, had a few drinks, and got to
know each other a little better. He seemed nice, and didn't try to rush out, nor did he treat
me any different that I noticed.

Well, one thing led to another and we started necking again, and then his hand slid
into my robe and began to work at my pussy.

This time, though, I pulled loose and led him into the bedroom. There I undressed
him. He was one of the few men I've met who looked better naked than clothed. He had
those big strong pecs, a narrow, washboard belly, and strong, muscular hips, thighs and
legs. His cock was thick and long even limp.

He pulled me against him as we stood next to the bed, then eased me out of my robe,
tossing it over the top of the bedpost. Our naked bodies pressed together as we kissed, and
his big hands moved down onto my buttocks, squeezing and kneading them as I pressed my
breasts into his muscular chest.

He lifted me up and I threw my legs and arms around him as he put a knee on the
bed and lowered me to my back. He came down on top of me, his heavy weight crushing me
into the mattress before he shifted it onto his elbows. We kissed deeply, passionately our
tongue sliding together as we stroked each others' bodies.

I reached down and slid my fingers around his cock, squeezing it and pumping it. It
hardened rapidly, and I began rubbing the head against my slit.

He eased up then, kneeling between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my
body as I lay back, following the curves and folds of my soft, warm flesh.

He gripped my wrists and pushed them up above my head, pressing them back
against the bed as he leaned over me, then pulled them together and held them there with
one hand. I was throbbing with heat now and this sudden deviation confused me briefly.

He tugged something loose up there, and I realized he had pulled the belt out of my
robe. I instantly realized what he was doing and felt a deep hesitation, almost to the point
of refusing.

He wrapped the belt around my wrists and then tied it to the head post above me.

I liked bondage sometimes, you see. It's such a-a freeing experience. I know that
sounds contrary but it is. Anyway, I had done it a lot, so it wasn't that I didn't like what he
was doing. The problem was that I'd never done it with anyone I didn't know and trust
really well, and I didn't know and trust Allan.

Not well enough to let him tie me up anyway.

I should have stopped him, but I was too aroused, and he did it pretty fast. Then he
was pressing his cock against me and thrusting it into my body. He came down on me and
began a long, careful fuck, grinding his heavy body down on me as he pumped his cock
steadily in my dripping pussy.

I started to get into having my wrists bound, and pulled constantly against the belt,
wanting to feel the resistance, wanting to feel the helplessness, the tight, binding pressure.
Allan's hands were roaming my body as he fucked into me, and I was tied helplessly.

Our lips moved wetly together and our tongues slithered alongside each other. I
humped up as best I could, moaning and sighing in pleasure as he pumped his cock into
me. The pressure built up in my skull to the point of explosion.

Then it did, and I had my second cum as his cock pounded down into me. All the
energy in me flared out at once, seeming to explode from my flesh. Every nerve and muscle
in my body snapped and spasmed as my nervous system boiled with the sex-energy and
pleasure.

The cum left me drained and weak, as always, but incredibly happy. Allan
continued to fuck down into me for several minutes before he dropped his second load in
my belly.

That's where things should have stopped, I guess, but they didn't.

Allan lay atop me for a minute, then got up and went over to one of my dressers and
began opening drawers. I watched him for a second, then asked him what the hell he was
looking for.

He grinned and came out with a pair of stockings, then carried them back to the
bed.

"What the hell are you doing with those?"

"Watch."

He wrapped one around my right ankle and pulled it wide.

"Allan," I moaned. "Come oooon."

"I'm not finished with you yet, baby," he said.

He tied my ankles wide open and then stood there staring at me for a moment. I
gulped and started to feel a little worried.

"Wait here," he said.

Like I had a choice.

He disappeared and I pulled experimentally but couldn't free either my wrists or
my ankles.

He returned with a couple of little bowls, one of which had ice cubes.

"Oh no," I groaned. "Not ice cubes!"

He grinned evilly, then set them down on a dresser and opened more drawers. He
pulled out a blue scarf and came to the bed, then folded it and tied it around my eyes,
ignoring my protests.

I felt his weight as he got onto the bed and settled between my legs, and quivered
with anticipation, wondering what he was going to do.



Chapter Two

I felt his fingertips brush along my inner thighs, then disappear. I waited, then felt
them slip across my breasts just missing my nipples. His fingers slid up and down my sides,
then and I laughed helplessly as he tickled me.

He circled my nipples without touching them, then seized them in his fingers and
rolled them between thumbs and forefingers. He pinched them and pulled my nipples
upwards, then let them go.

I waited again, then gasped as I felt his tongue sliding over my belly, slithering back
and forth from side to side, then circling down and going around my belly button. His
tongue moved upwards and circled my breasts, then disappeared.

I felt something at my mouth then, his fingers. He slid two fingers into my mouth
and I closed my lips around them and sucked lightly, flicking my fingers across them. He
pulled them out and then something else touched my lips.

A strawberry!

I made a big erotic thing of sliding my lips up and down it as he held it there, then
sucking it in. He laughed, then shifted position on the bed. I felt his fingers at my pussy lips,
felt myself pulled gently open. I blushed as he held my pussy wide, imagining him kneeling
there staring into me...and me with my legs spread wide, wide apart.

Then his tongue slid up and down the insides of my pussy lips before sliding into the
center of my pussy and dipping into my hole. He wriggled his tongue in me, pumping it
lightly in and out, then eased it upwards to my clit.

I felt a finger slide up into me as his tongue lapped at my clit. A second finger joined
it, pumping back and forth. My breathing grew more ragged as the sexual tension mounted
inside me.

He eased back then and I felt him shifting position again. I felt something against
my lips and opened them. His fingers slid in and again I licked at them, realizing belatedly,
that these were the fingers from my own pussy. I was licking at my own juices.

That would not have pleased me normally, but I was so hot by then that I just took
it as a really slutty, sensual thing and licked willingly.

I heard a clicking noise and then felt ice cold against my right nipple. I gasped and
shook.

"Allllaaaaaan," I groaned, trying to shake myself away.

He held the cube against my nipple, then circled it slowly around the little bud. He
rolled it back and forth over it, freezing my nipple, making it burn almost painfully. My
complaints grew in volume. Then he suddenly pulled the cube back and closed his lips over
my nipple.

The cold melted away and I sighed in relief as his tongue lapped hungrily at my
nipple. My nipple was extremely sensitive, more than normal. You know how when some
part of you gets really, really cold it becomes extremely sensitive to touch when it's warmed
again?

That was my nipple, and God did it feel good as he suckled and licked at it.

Then I felt the ice cube against my other nipple. I was assaulted by contrary
sensations of heat and cold, and strained at the bonds holding me down.

He continued to suck at one nipple as he froze the other, then transferred his lips
and tongue.

I was moaning and cursing him, but when he pulled the ice cube away and started
sucking I could only groan in delight and bliss.

After a minute he shifted his position again and I felt the ice cube rubbing up and
down my slit. He pressed it inside and then shoved it up into my pussy, his finger pushing it
deep. I yelped and squirmed desperately, but couldn't dislodge it. When I complained too
much he shoved something, some kind of scarf I think, into my mouth, then tied something
around me to keep it in place.

Now I was blindfolded and gagged.

He shoved another ice cube up my pussy, then another, then he shoved one into my
ass. I was yelling into the gag, cursing and whining as I shook my hips and jerked from side
to side. He laughed in amusement. I felt his fingers at my slit, peeling it open, then felt
another ice cube pressed against my pussy, directly against my clit.

He held it there as I squirmed even more, yelling and cursing into the gag, the sex
heat diminishing rapidly. I felt another ice cube pushed into my pussy, then another, then
another. I wasn't feeling sexy at all now, just angry.

Those ice cubes were burning my insides. A little touch was one thing but they were
lodged up in my pussy, with one in my ass, and they were freezing my flesh.

His weight shifted and I waited, but he didn't say or do anything for a minute, and I
didn't hear anything. I continued to squirm, pulling angrily at the belt and stockings,
trying to free myself.

Then I heard him coming back and felt him get into bed. I yelled into the gag again
but my words were completely muffled.

I felt another ice cube pressed into my pussy, and snarled furiously. He had gone for
more ice cubes, I realized, and remembered anxiously that I had a big plastic container of
them in the freezer.

Cube followed cube as I thrashed with increasing desperation. Each cube forced the
previous ones deeper into my body, further down my pussy tunnel, until they began to
bunch up inside me, making my pussy bulge out inside my belly like a stocking filled with
rocks.

He kept shoving them in, until even my pussy lips were pulled wide around the mass
of cubes he'd jammed into me, and he couldn't get one more cube inside. My groin was
aching with the cold and the pressure, and I was shivering.

The lone cube in my ass had melted, but now he popped in another, then another. I
felt like crying as he began to fill my rectum with cold, hard ice cubes. I did let out several
shuddering sobs of grief and discomfort, then, giving up, settled back and shivered with
cold as I waited for the sadistic bastard to finish.

Of course he filled my ass with cubes just as he had my pussy, filled it to the brim,
made the cubes bulge out my anal tunnel. As the ice melted water dribbled down out of my
pussy and ass, soaking the bed beneath me, wetting my buttocks and thighs.

There was a clatter of noise and cubes rained down on my belly and chest as he
dumped the remaining contents of the plastic container on me. Most slid off me and down
beside me, but a couple rested on my belly.

I heard a ripping sound, then felt an ice cube pressed directly against my right
nipple. His fingers pressed something down around it and then went away. The ice cube
stayed in place. I heard another ripping sound, and realized it was tape, masking tape. He
pressed a second cube against my other nipple and taped it there.

They burned.

I was trembling and shaking in cold now, sobbing into the gag as he laughed
somewhere above me.

I felt his fingers at my groin, digging at the ice cubes in my pussy. They had
partially melted together into a single big mass inside my pussy tunnel. He twisted and
turned it and then managed to pry it back a little. The ice cubes had formed a sort of big,
lumpy popsicle inside me, and he began to pump it in and out of me.

He took it out then and put it somewhere. A moment later I felt his fingers at my
anus. It was half open with the cubes there and he dug his fingers into the opening. I tried
to shove the thing out myself and he managed to get ahold of the tip and slide it out.

The two cubes on my nipples had half melted by now. Water had trickled down my
breasts in all directions. He took the one on my right nipple off and began sucking on my
nipple, then pulled the other off and licked and sucked on that.

He shifted down on the bed and began to lick and finger my pussy. The attention
was welcome since his tongue warmed my aching, frosted over skin, but I still would have
gladly killed him if I could have gotten loose.

The cold slowly eased out of me and my shivering stopped. It took a long while
though. He continued to lick and rub at my pussy the entire while.

Then he got atop me and I grunted as his cock plunged into my pussy. It was still a
little cold in there, but he began pumping strongly, his hard cock churning up and down in
my soaking wet pussy. I could feel, and even hear the water spurting out around his cock as
he thrust into me.

It was starting to feel kind of good, and if I hadn't been so pissed off I might have
enjoyed it a lot more. He fucked for long minutes, then came with a rapid flurry of strokes,
and finally slowed and stopped.

His weight shifted and he rolled off the bed, then left... so far as I could tell.

I was alone.

Time passed, hours and hours... I had no way of telling how many. I lay there
helplessly. Now and then I pulled at my bonds, my body twisting, limbs straining, but
couldn't get free. I wondered if he had just left me like this and gone home, if I would
eventually die of starvation or lack of water. My mouth and throat were already desert dry
because of the gag.

I was relieved to hear the sounds of him returning. He didn't say anything, just got
onto the bed. He began to run his hands over my body, squeezing my breasts and fondling
my nipples. Almost at once I realized it wasn't Allan. These hands were too soft, not work-
worn like his.

I yelled into the gag but it was muffled and whoever it was didn't bother to try and
figure it out. I felt something, a cock, against my pussy. It rubbed up and down a few times,
then slid into me as his body came down on mine.

He thrust into me steadily as his hands squeezed my breasts and his mouth licked
and sucked and nibbled at my throat. After fucking for five minutes or so he came and
then got up and left. A minute later I sensed movement, then someone got into bed with me.

More hands squeezed my breasts. A cock pierced me, and another body slid onto
mine, from the weight, it wasn't the one who had just done me, and from the feel of the
hands it wasn't Allan.

I could hear music playing in the living room, loud music, and heard male voices
talking, though I couldn't make out what they were saying. It was a kind of background
hubbub.

The guy fucked me furiously, his cock ripping in and out of my pussy as he panted
for breath. The sound of his breathing was loud in my ear as he fucked, and I knew he had
cum when he groaned and shuddered, his chest falling onto mine.

He rested for a moment, then got up and left. A minute later another guy came in
and got onto the bed. I lay there helplessly, my mind dazed by this turn of events, by my
multiple rapes. I felt despair as the guy chuckled and groped my breasts, then groaned in
misery as he entered me and began to fuck.

His hands groped me roughly, his fingers hurting me as they dug into my sides and
flanks and twisted the soft flesh of my breasts. His cock pumped hard and deep, his hips
slamming against my splayed thighs. He fucked harder and harder, and I grunted in pain
with each harsh stroke, with each blow of his torso against the soft insides of my legs.

He gripped my hair and jerked my head back cruelly, then bit down on the side of
my throat, growling like an animal. He forced his hands under me then, gripping my ass in
his hands and jerking it upwards to meet his increasingly violent thrusts.

He growled and grunted and cursed as he rammed his cock into me as hard and fast
as he could, then he let out a rebel yell as he came and his juice poured down into my
womb.

"Nice fuck, baby," he said, giving my breast a final squeeze.

The mattress lurched as he got to his feet. Then I was alone again, as far as I could
tell.

"Wooooweee! Lookit that body!" A voice exclaimed.
"Not fuckin' bad," a second replied.
"I'm first," said a third.
"Who fuckin' says?" the first voice demanded, coming from close to my right.
"Flip a coin," the second voice grunted.

A body sat on the edge of the bed and a hand moved across my belly and over my
breasts.

"Heads."
"Tails."
"Damn."
"Okay, again," said the voice closest to me.

Another weight came down on the other side of the bed and another hand moved
over my body, sliding down between my legs and squeezing my pussy mound.

"Heads."
"Tails."
"Shit."
"Gimmie room, guys."

I felt more weight shifting on the mattress, then someone got into position between
my legs. Hands moved roughly over my body, stroking and squeezing my breasts, then I
felt a cock pushing into my pussy and going deep. A body came down on top of me, fully
clothed, wearing a suit, from the feel. His pants were down below his ass but he was still
wearing them since they were pressing into my thighs.

He fucked casually, grinding his pelvis against me, rubbing his suit clad body up
and down against me. He sighed happily as his cock worked in and out of my pussy, his
hands moving over my body.

"You call that fucking?" a guy crowed.
"Fuck you," he grunted.
"Give it to her!" the guy said.
"Just wait your fuckin' turn."
"She'll squeal when I do her," another voice said.
"What's going on?" a new voice asked.
"Not bad lookin', huh?" one of the others asked.
"Niiice."

"Nice tits," another new voice said hungrily.

The party, or whatever it was, was coming into the room. I didn't know how many
guys were there, at least half a dozen, maybe more. I couldn't do anything to hide myself,
could only lay there, shocked, dazed, mortified, furious, as the guy above fucked into me
and the others watched.

They talked among themselves, some in low voices, some crowing loudly, making
obscene remarks about me, my body, what they were going to do to me. There was a lot of
snickers and laughter too. I was glad I was blind, glad I couldn't see their leering, sneering
faces and ogling eyes. I sobbed quietly, mortified and miserable as the gang rape went on.

The guy finished and there were new whistles and laughter as he got off and my
body was exposed fully. I heard them talking about whose turn and forming a line or
something, then someone got on the bed and another cock plunged down my sex tunnel.

He fucked hard and fast, bringing laughter and jokes from the crowd. There were,
from the sound, at least a dozen guys there now. I couldn't believe this was happening to
me, and tried to turn my senses off as the guy fucked me.

He finished and another took his place, then another, then another, then another.

One after the other they got on top and stuck their cocks in me, then humped down, either
fast or slow, hard or soft. My pussy began to feel raw and sore from the cocks that kept
sawing back and forth inside it.

All I could do was lie there and take it. My body ached from the hard thrusting and
humping. My breasts were incredibly sore because almost all of them seemed to think they
had to squeeze and maul them roughly. My nipples burned from being sucked and bitten. I
knew I'd be covered in bruises and bites tomorrow.

The guy fucking me finished and got off the bed. There was some kind of urgent
whispering going on between some nearby guys, but I didn't pay it much heed. I was just
laying there, numb and dazed and sore.

I felt hands on my ankles, felt the stockings tampered with. I started to think maybe,
maybe they were all done and were letting me go. I groaned as I was able to pull my legs a
little closed, but the stockings were still around my ankles, and hands gripped them too.

There was weight on the bed, someone kneeling, I guess, then hands gripped my
hips as well. Suddenly I was flipped over onto my stomach. My legs were pulled wide open
again and the ropes were re-tied to the corners of the bed. I whimpered in anxiety and fear,
heard a new outbreak of laughter, then someone got onto the bed between my legs again.

Hands slapped my ass, then squeezed my buttocks. I felt a cockhead rubbing up and
down the cleft between them, then pressing against my rectum.

It was so... so disheartening. I was filled with misery and heartache. Not only wasn't
it over, not only weren't they letting me go, but they were going to... to do this, to...
sodomize me. I'd never been sodomized before. I'd always thought it was disgusting and
degrading.

I had no choice now as the cock twisted and pushed at my wrinkled little ass
opening. It pushed in harder and harder, slowly forcing my ass open, digging into me. My
anus stung as the thing pushed inside, and I knew a terrible humiliation as well. I knew
there were a lot of men watching excitedly.

I groaned weakly as the pain mounted. My anus was forced open and the cock
pushed inside, dipping and jerking, in and out, grinding its way down inside me. I clenched
my teeth against the pain as the guy forced his cock deep into my rectum.

I heard snickers and laughter and comments about how best to fuck a girl in the ass,
and how tight a girl's ass was. One comment I heard that I remember still was "These
bitches are always walking around in tight pants showing off their asses. They're all
begging for a good reaming."

Several of them talked about women they knew who wore tight pants, or who had
especially nice asses, and who all deserved to be tied down and ass fucked. I didn't pay it a
lot of attention.

I gasped in pain as the cock thrust in hard and I felt the guy's balls pressing against
me. His body came down on my back and he ground his loins into my buttocks as he ran a
hand up and down my right side, squeezing the side of my breast, then sliding under me to
cup and squeeze my pussy.

He began to work his cock around in my rectum, grinding and pumping. He
increased the length of his strokes as he tore my anal tunnel open. My sphincter muscle
went numb and his cock began to move faster, sliding smoothly now as he raped my ass.
Soon his hips were slapping against my buttocks and the bed was bouncing as he
pounded his cock down into me.

"Ohhh, this is tight," he gasped at one point.
"Ream her out, Jack."
"Fuck that ass, man."

My ass burned with pain and I was sure he had torn something. He kept fucking
harder and harder, until he finally let out a groan and slowed down. He lay still for a few
moments, panting for breath, then got off me.

Another guy took his place, plunging his cock down into my ass. He fucked harder
than the first guy, really ripping his cock up and down. After him came another guy, one
who talked like a black guy, calling me "ho", and snickering in a deep, throaty voice.

Another guy came after him, this one with a really big cock that strained my rectum to the
limit.

"This slut ain't gonna be sittin' down any time soon!" someone laughed.
"She's gonna be shittin' semen!" another yelled.
"She's gettin' a sperm enema," another joked.

I could hardly feel my ass. There was just a numb, throbbing, burning pain from
down there.

Another guy fucked me, then another, then another, then another, all of them
laughing and joking and ramming their cocks up my ass with glee.

I don't know how many of them sodomized me. At some point hands untied the belt
around my wrists. They were pulled down and back behind me, then some kind of rope or
cord bound them tightly together at the small of my back. My ankles were untied and I was
dragged off the bed.

There were voices... so many male voices around me, laughing, joking, yelling
drunkenly. Hands slapped and groped at me, my breasts, my ass, my pussy, my legs and
sides and head and... and everywhere. It was like they were swarming around me.
Hands forced me down onto my knees, then the gag was suddenly jerked out of my
mouth. I was too dazed to even realize it at first. I would have fallen on my face if they
hadn't been holding me. When a cock was placed at my lips I did nothing.

"Suck it, whore! a voice cried.
"Suck that cock, baby!"
"Time for dinner, bitch."

I didn't take any of the words in, and it wasn't until hands tore at my hair, forcing
my head back, that I opened my mouth to cry out in pain. The cock was thrust into it and I
gulped instinctively.

"Suck it, you slut!"

That was difficult because he was twisting my head back and fucking his cock into
my mouth so hard and fast I couldn't do anything but gurgle and cough and try not to
choke on it.

He moved around, dragging me by my hair, then sat on something, pulling me over
into his crotch. I bobbed my face up and down as he held still on the fucking for a moment,
hoping he would stop twisting my hair.

Of course I was bent over now and within seconds I felt hands on my hips, then on
my thighs, pulling them apart. A cock pressed against my sore pussy, then thrust up into
me as the men nearby called their approval, telling the guy to "give the slut a pounding".

I didn't understand what I had done to arouse this...anger, this hatred from them.
Surely they knew that I wasn't doing this from choice. Why were they sneering at me and
calling me whore and slut? Why were they treating me like dirt?

The man fucked into me with total disregard to any pain it might cause, his hips
slapping cruelly into my buttocks as his hands held my bouncing breasts and kneaded the
soft, bruised flesh.

My back was soon aching, and I found it increasingly difficult to work my lips up
and down the cock. After all, my hands were tied behind me, and I was bent over the guy. I
knew if I slowed, though he would start ramming his cock up into me and tearing at my
hair again, so I tried to ignore the pain in my back and suck him off quickly.

This wasn't made any easier by the guy behind me who was jarring my entire body
with his brutal thrusts. He had started out fucking hard but normally, but now he was
doing some kind of cruel stabbing thing where he drew his cock slowly back until just the
head was inside me, then thrust up as hard and fast as he could...to much applause, I
should say.

He was slamming me forward, almost knocking the guy in front of me over as my
head knocked into his belly.

Then the guy in front of me came. I felt my mouth flooded with his warm semen,
and had no choice but to drink it down. Actually, after being gagged for so long any liquid
was a relief.

Right away another guy moved into place and jerked my mouth down on his cock.

The guy behind me started yelling that he was cumming, that he was "gonna drown this
bitch in cum!" He shot his juice into me, and I wondered in passing just how much semen
my pussy could hold anyway.

I was sure it must be leaking out between my battered, bruised pussy lips by now,
and maybe from my ass too.

Someone else moved in behind me but the guy in front said hold it, that he wanted
to show them something. He got up, holding tight to my hair, and moved around behind
me, then forced my head back painfully far. I would have fallen over if he hadn't held me
tightly.

My mouth was wide open, of course, since he head pulled my hair back so hard. I
felt his cock sliding into it as he pressed my small face between his big hands. He suddenly
thrust down hard, and I gurgled in pain and shock as his cockhead punched against the
back of my mouth and forced its way right through and into my throat.

I struggled weakly, but there was nothing I could do as his big cock slid right down
my throat to the balls. I heard cheers and cat-calls and obscene remarks about me as his
balls pressed up against my nose and my lips were crushed against his pubic bone.

His big cock throbbed inside my throat, and completely blocked my airway. Despite
the pain and discomfort in my throat I couldn't make so much as a whimper, not a sound,
and I couldn't breath either, of course, not even through my nose.

That was very frightening. None of these guys seemed to give a shit what they did to
me. By their words and actions they regarded me as a cheap piece of meat to do with as
they chose, and I didn't think they'd care much if they killed me.

The guy worked his cock up and down in my throat, and I fought nausea as his
prong scraped and scoured my throat tube. He fucked the whole long length of it up and
down my throat, laughing cruelly, and joking with he others about tearing out my tonsils
and filling me up.

He pumped his cock up and down in my throat with faster and faster motions as my
head throbbed and my face turned hot from lack of air. The throbbing turned pounding,
and my chest burned too as the brutal throat raping continued. I began to get dizzy and
little sparkly lights seemed to dance before my eyes.

Then he pulled the thing out. His cockhead made an almost audible popping sound
as it slipped through my throat and out into my mouth. I choked and coughed and sucked
in air desperately as he held me back, my hair tangled around one fist, and rubbed his
sopping wet cock all over my face.

Then he put it back in my mouth again. I just had time to draw in a deep gulp of air
before he forced it back down my throat to the hilt. Moments later he started fucking it up
and down once more. I felt a hand squeeze my pussy and another squeezing my breasts as
some guy squatted next to me. All of them seemed very excited by what they were
watching, and I knew I would get more of the same from however many of them were
standing around.

"Ram it down her throat, Bill!"
"Fuck that face!"
"Give it to her, man!"
"Lookit the whore swallow cock!"
"She'll swallow mine too."
"She'll be swallowing a lot of meat before she's done!"

The guy came... I guess. His stuff must have gone directly down into my stomach
since his cockhead was way past my mouth. I never tasted it. He slowed up, then took his
softening cock out of my mouth. Hands dragged me to my feet and then lifted me off the
ground.

I was dropped back onto the bed, this time with my head over the edge. Hands
pulled my legs apart and gripped my hair at the same time. I felt a cock at my lips and one
at my pussy. Then both thrust into me.

Both of them rammed in to the hilt and began to wildly fuck my throat and pussy as

I lay there helplessly. Hands slapped and squeezed and fondled my breasts, who's I don't
know, and the men continued to hurl obscenities at me as they watched the lewd scene.

Both guys came, and were replaced, then the next pair came and were replaced,
then the next started up. The one fucking my pussy shoved my legs way, way back,
crushing them against my breasts as he pounded his cock down into my slit. He stopped
abruptly and pulled out, then shoved his cock deep into my ass instead.

He started reaming me out back there, but fortunately, the guy fucking my throat
kept his cock inside too long and I passed out.



Chapter Three

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I regained my senses I was alone,
so far as I could tell. I was still bound and still blindfolded. I couldn't hear the music
pounding any more, so the party must have ended.

My hands were tied behind me, and I lay on my back. I couldn't hear Allan, and
thought, hoped, prayed, that he was gone, that he had left me alone. I was incredibly sore
all over, especially at my groin, bottom and breasts.

I lay there for awhile, then rolled onto my side and managed to sit up and swing my
legs over the side of the bed. I was planning on standing up and trying to grab the phone
off the night table, if it was still there.

But I couldn't. As soon as I tried to get up I was jerked back by the throat, only then
becoming aware that a cord or something was tied to my neck. I sat back and tried to
follow the cord with my fingers, hoping I'd be able to untie it, but my fingers weren't
working very well at all. They'd been tied up too tightly for too long.

The other end of the cord was tied to the bedpost but I couldn't work the knot and
eventually had to lay back on the bed, in tears. I knew Allan hadn't finished with me yet,
and only prayed that he wouldn't subject me to anything as horrible as the mass raping I
had just gone through.

I don't know how many guys had taken part, since I'm sure that many of them used
me twice or more, but my guess would be more than twenty guys. I would be sore and
aching down between my legs for days.

As I lay there a new source of discomfort came to me, two new sources actually.

First, I was thirsty. I'd had nothing to drink but... well, semen for a long while, and had
sure worked up a sweat over that time. Second, my stomach was rumbling with hunger
almost to the point of sickness.

I couldn't do a thing about either problem, but try and ignore them. Time passed,
then more time passed. I had no idea what time of day or night it was and no way to find
out.

At least I wasn't gagged. I thought about screaming but.. who would hear? Most
likely it would just get me gagged again, and I sure didn't want that.

Finally the door opened. The sound was very loud after so much silence.

"Hey, baby, how you doin'?" Allan's voice asked cheerfully.

"Let me go," I croaked.

"Nope. Not yet. I'm having too much fun."

I felt his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed, then his hand slid onto my aching
breast.

"You stink, you know that? You need a bath."

I felt his hands going to my throat, untying the cord. A moment later he flipped me
onto my belly and straddled my thighs. He untied the rope around my wrists, but I was too
weak to offer any resistance anyway.

I felt something metallic slip around my right wrist, then click tight. He turned me
onto my back then and pulled my hands together, then slipped the metal thing around my
left wrist and clicked it there.

He slipped my blindfold off and I blinked my eyes at him as he grinned down at me.

"Nice eyes. You have nice eyes, Jamie. Too bad the guys couldn't see them, but they
didn't want you identifying them. Come on, get to your feet."

He gripped me under one arm and dragged me to the edge of the bed, then onto the
floor. My legs collapsed and he had to support me as he walked me across the room to my
bathroom.

"Why... are you doing this to me?" I croaked.

"Why not? It's a damn waste you goin' around and not getting fucked. Hot bitches
like you should be fucked every day, a hundred times a day. It's a waste of good pussy you
holding out for weeks at a time."

He led me into the bathroom, then sat me on the toilet as he turned on the
bathwater.

"Could... could I have a drink?" I begged, hating the whining in my voice.

"Say pretty please," he snickered.

"Please could I have some water?" I begged.

He ran the water in the sink and put a cup under it, then gave it to me. I had a hard
time holding it but was desperate, and clutched it tightly to my mouth as I drank thirstily.

After sating my thirst I considered the possibility of making a run for it. I rejected it
almost at once. There were only two ways to get out of here, one was my private elevator,
and the other a private stairwell. I knew he'd be right behind me if I ran, and even if I
made it as far as the elevator there was no way it would open, then close before he caught
me.

As for the stairs... running down five flights was impossible in my present condition.

Anyway, I'd never make it to the elevator or the stairs.

Allan ran his eyes up and down my body appreciatively as he waited for the tub to
fill.

"You sure look fucked out," he grinned. "Bet you haven't gotten a good riding like
that in months."

"You're a real bastard, aren't you," I said, my voice a rough croak.

"Watch your mouth, baby, or maybe I'll wash it out with soap," he said.

"When are you going to let me go? What more do you want?"

"I'll let you go when I feel like it. Get in the tub."

He pulled me off the toilet and I stepped unsteadily into the tub, then sat down in
the hot water. Allan sat on the edge of the tub. He lifted up my soap sponge and tossed it
into the water in front of me.

"Wash yourself off. You stink."

I lifted up the sponge, which had a bar of soap inside it and began to gently rub it
over myself, starting at my face, which was the least sore part of me. I soaped up my
shoulders, then the top of my chest. I skipped my breasts and soaped up my belly, then let
the sponge drop into the tub and used my bare hands to gently soap up my sore, tender
breasts.

Allan sat there and watched with a smirk on his face. I was almost beyond
embarrassment, though. A dull kind of acceptance had settled over me. I was his prisoner
until he decided otherwise, or until someone discovered what was going on, which wasn't
likely to be soon.

I was Saturday, after all, and though a few people might call, nobody was going to
come bursting in because I didn't answer.

I soaped up my feet and legs, then my lower belly. I used my soapy hands to rub at
my sore pussy. My pussy hurt too much to more than gently brush my fingers across it, and

I didn't even try to ease my finger in between my pussy lips because it hurt too much.
And what was I going to do when Allan decided to fuck me? Get fucked, I guess. I
couldn't stop him.

"You were sure popular last night, baby," he chuckled. "Wait till you see the video
I shot. It's real hot. I might even be able to sell it to some X-rated place, one of those peep
places, say."

"Why are you being such a prick?" I asked.

"Just enjoying myself, honey."

He took the sponge and bent me forward, then roughly scrubbed my back. He
pulled the spray hose from the corner and showered water onto my head and face, then
watched with a lewd grin as I soaped up my hair.

"You got nice tits," he commented.

I ignored him, continuing to rub at my hair. He sprayed the water against my
breasts and I gasped in pain and took my arms down to cover them.

"Don't!" I cried.

"Why not?"

"It hurts."

"Why should it? It's only water."

"Because your friends practically tore my tits off last night, okay!"

"Well, that sure woulda been a shame," he grinned.

He sprayed the water into my face, then onto my head to rinse out the soap. He
made me stand up, then sprayed the water over me as I turned in slow circles, trying to
cover my breasts and groin.

"Turn around," he said as I faced him.

I turned, and he sprayed the water at my ass.

"Bend over and spread your legs.

"Why?" I asked tremulously.

"Cause I said so."

"My groin hurts too much," I said, fearfully.

"Your groin?" he laughed. "You mean your cunt? Your twat? Your pussy? Or do
you mean your ass hole?"

"Yes," I gulped.

"Good. Means you been well rode. Bend over."

I had no choice but to bend over. I tried to cover my pussy with my hands but
couldn't. I had to grip the other side of the tub to keep from falling over onto my head.

He sprayed a gentle stream of water against my puss at first, but then he suddenly
tightened the spray into a hard, narrow stream and jammed the hose right up into my
opening. I screamed as the hot water blasted against my aching pussy lips and he ground
the hard plastic against me.

I slipped and fell into the water, making a big splash. Allan laughed uproariously
and put the hose down, then grabbed me by the hair and dragged my struggling, dripping
body up over the edge of the tub and flipped me onto the floor.

He pulled me to my feet by the arm and then wrapped a towel around me, drying
me. I yelped again when he rubbed at my breasts, then again when he rubbed the towel
over my pussy and ass.

He rubbed at my hair then, turning it from dripping, to damp. He sat me down at
my vanity, then picked up a brush and the hair dryer and dried my hair. Why, I don't
know. I think maybe it was partly that he wanted me to look good... so he could fuck me, of
course, and partly just... like I was his property and he was cleaning me, you know, like he
would his car, say.

He turned off the dryer, then examined me critically before nodding.

"Let's go," he said, lifting me to my feet again.

He led me down the hall to the guest bedroom, where he'd spent the night, from the
looks of the bed.

"Get in and spread em'," he ordered, hands going to his belt.

My pussy still hurt terribly, and I tried to frame an appeal in my mind. My ass hurt
too, and so did my mouth and lips. My throat was so sore I was talking in a gravelly voice,
like I had a terrible cold or something. I knew he was going to fuck me, and none of the
alternatives seemed likely to be any better.

"Look," I said finally. "I'm all sore. Couldn't I... couldn't I.. jerk you off or
something?" It was the best I could come up with.

"Well, I dunno. Why should I settle for hands when I can have pussy?"

"Please," I begged.

"Get down on your knees and beg me."

I swallowed painfully, then got shakily down on my knees in front of him.

"Please, can I give you a hand job instead?" I asked.

"Sir."

"Please can I give you a hand job, sir?"

"Weeeeellll...okay, but I cum in your face. And I want you to rub my cock all over
your face when I cum."

I shuddered, then nodded weakly.

He unzipped his pants and I took my cock in my hands and began to jerk him off,
sliding my fingers up and down his hard shaft and rubbing my finger over his cockhead. It
would have been easier if he had taken the handcuffs off me. I don't know what he was
afraid of. It wasn't like I could have overpowered him, even at my best.

He had such a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he looked down at me that I
would have liked to bite his cockhead off. Instead I just kept jerking him off, sliding my
hands up and down his cock as he sighed in pleasure.

Then he came, warning me first so I could point it at my face. His cum spurted out,
wad after wad shooting into my face, against my forehead and nose and cheeks and lips. I
rubbed his slimy cock all over my face, rubbing the jism in.

Then he stepped back, chuckling in amusement. "Too bad I gotta go, honey, or I'd
give you a real hard fuck right now."

He pulled me to my feet and led me down the hall to the living room. There were
two round pillars flanking the entryway, both as thick as good sized trees. A heavy chain
was sitting on the floor next to one of them.

"I'm due to play a game with some of the guys, but I'll be back with a good hard one
for you in a few hours," he said. "In the meantime, I don't want you to run off on me."

He took the cuffs off me and pressed me back against the cold pillar, crushing my
buttocks against the hard stone. He picked up the long, thick chain and moved behind the
pillar, then slid it around the pillar and around my throat.

He pulled it around the other side, then locked it there somehow. It was tight, but
not too tight. I could breath, anyway, if I did it slowly. He gripped my left hand and pulled
it high, and around the pillar, then wrapped the chain around my wrist. He pulled my right
hand back and wrapped the chain around it too.

They were both pulled very tight, so my shoulders were forced back hard. He ran
the chain down the back of the pillar, then gripped my left leg and pulled it back sharply,
running the chain around the pillar, looping it around my thigh right up next to my pussy
mound, then pulling it back hard again.

He ran it around the other side of the pillar, looped it around my right thigh and
jerked that back sharply as well, pinning both legs back tightly. He ran the chain around
the pillar again, then encircled my belly twice, then criss-crossed my chest, between my
breasts.

Then he went around the pillar and brought the chain directly across my breasts,
jerking it really tight, digging the cold chain deep into my wounded flesh, cutting the soft
flesh in half as he tightened and locked it behind the pillar.

He ran the chain downwards to the bottom of the pillar, then jerked my left ankle
back as hard as he could and encircled it with chain, ran the chain back around to the
other side, and jerked my right foot back, wrapping the chain around that ankle too.

He ran the chain back up the back of the pillar and brought it around front, circling
right across my face, right across my mouth. The chain dug in between my lips and he
pulled it back behind the pillar, locking or tying it in place back there.

He grinned at me as he stood back.

"Now you really look sexy," he smiled. "Maybe I'll bring you back something,
baby."

With that he gave my pussy a squeeze, then turned and walked past me and out of
the living room. I heard the elevator opening, then closing, and I was alone.

The chains dug into my flesh, pinning my body tightly to the pillar. The chains over
my breasts and mouth were especially uncomfortable. My feet were not quite touching the
floor. I had had to stand up very tall when he'd pulled my wrists back behind the pillar,
but then when he'd pulled my feet and legs back and apart they'd left the floor.

My weight was mainly supported by my wrists, and by the chains around my thighs.

They were slung or tied over hooks set in the back of the pillar that had been put there to
support planters, and were easily strong enough to hold me up.

My body was curved uncomfortably back against and around the pillar, my legs
and arms hugging it tightly, too tightly to move even an inch. I could not move any part of
my body whatsoever, not even my head, and before long my legs and arms began to stiffen
and ache.

It was worse than when I was bound to the bed, much worse. It was claustrophobic
being unable to move at all. It was like I was a part of the cold stone.

My legs were pulled uncomfortably wide, the tendons in my thighs stretched so hard
that even after a few minutes I knew I was going to find it hard to stand up again. My
shoulders and back throbbed with pain, and my soft buttocks were squashed brutally hard
into the stone.

All I could do was hang there, hoping Allan would come back soon and that he
would let me go when he did. I cursed myself again and again for having allowed him into
the apartment in the first place, for ever having spoken to him.

Hours passed, with no sign of him. My entire body went numb, like the stone it was
bent around. My mind began to go numb too, and at first I didn't even notice when Allan
came back.

He stood right in front of me, grinning, his eyes sliding up and down my body.

"You sure do look hot like that, baby," he said. "Maybe I'll leave you up there for a
couple of days, keep you out of the way."
I blinked my eyes, which was about all I could do, and moaned weakly.

He laughed, then moved up right in front of me. He unzipped his fly and jerked his
pants down, then brought out his cock. He rubbed the head up and down against my
vulnerable, exposed pussy mound, ignoring my moans of pain as he pressed the thing
against my slit.

His cock hardened, and he licked his tongue across my cheek as he forced it slowly
up into my aching pussy tunnel. I groaned in pain, my pussy stinging and burning as he
drove his thick bone up inside my well-raped sex tunnel.

He buried the thing inside me, growling hungrily as he crushed his body against
mine. His arms went up around the pillar, gripping my forearms tightly as he began to
grind his pelvis into me. He had to swing his hips up and down instead of back and forth,
but that didn't seem to bother him as he thrust himself right up into my belly.
He bit and sucked on the side of my throat, working around the chain there as he
rutted into me. I grunted into the chain that was pressing my lips back in a terrible
grimace, my entire body trembling as he worked his big cock up and down inside my guts.

After a short, hurried rape, he came inside me, grunting in pleasure as he pumped
his steamy cum into my body. He sighed happily and slid his cock back down and out of
me, then backed away.

"I need a bath," he sighed. "Hey, we won. 32-24. Not bad, huh?"

He took much less time undoing the chains then he had putting them up there, and
soon I was hanging by my wrists alone. He undid the chains and I slumped to the ground,
crying out loud as my legs closed and the tightly strained tendons relaxed.

"Don't be such a lazy bitch," he said. "You've been hanging around all day doing
nothing."

He laughed in delight at his own slyness, then dragged me to my feet. He picked me
up over his shoulder and carried me into the spare bedroom, flinging me down on the bed.

"You and me are gonna have a real good time, babe," he said, stripping off his
clothes. "I'm gonna teach you a lot."

He sat down on the bed as I lay there and moaned. I was moving my body
experimentally, wincing as I tried to work some of the stiffness out of my arms and legs.

"Ever been to the far east, baby? The Philippines, Thailand? They got these gook
bath girls there, see, and they clean you with their own bodies. They kind of... soap
themselves up, and rub themselves all over you. You're gonna do that, baby."

"I can hardly fucking move," I groaned.

"You'll move if I put you across my knees, girl," he said. "Now go in there and run
me a nice hot bath, a bubble bath."

He jerked me out of the bed, then half carried, half dragged me into the spare
room's bathroom, shoving me down near the tub. Then he left.

The tub in here was raised, with a wide wooden ledge. There were two wide steps
leading up to it, and plants lining them. I sat on the lowest step, rubbing my legs, still trying
to work the stiffness and soreness out of myself.

I bumped myself up and sat on the ledge, then turned on the water. It gushed out
and I adjusted the heat and poured in some bubble bath. Then I went back to trying to ease
my own soreness and discomfort.

He came in about ten minutes later and looked around with approval. He was
carrying a couple of cans of beer in his hands. He put one down on the counter and climbed
up to the tub, then tested the water with his toe.

"Little hotter," he ordered.

I turned the hot water up and he sat down in the tub.

"Get in here, baby," he said. "You can never be too clean."

I reluctantly climbed in and he pulled me down beside him and put his arm over my
shoulder. The hot water felt good against my stiff, sore bones, even if I was snugged up
tight against him.

"This is the life," he said. "A cold beer and a hot bitch."

He drank from the can, and cupped my breast, then sighed in pleasure.

"So, baby, you like your day?"

"Why did you chain me up like that?" I asked.

"It was kinda neat."

"I didn't think so."

"Who cares about you?" he snorted.

"How long are you going to stay here?"

"As long as I like."

"But it's wrong!" I said.

"Ever heard the expression might makes right."

"It's a stupid expression."

"True, though."

"You can't just... just rape me whenever you want!"

"You're a slut. You don't need raping."

"I'm not a slut!"

"Don't yell at me, slut."

"I'm not yelling," I said resentfully.

"You just do what you're told and you'll be fine."

"I'd like to see how tough you were if the police showed up."

"They'd only want to fuck you too. You're a tight assed whore. You deserve what
you get."

"You're a scummy bastard!" I snapped.

He gripped the back of my neck and shoved me forward, forcing my head
underwater. I struggled wildly, splashing water everywhere, but he easily kept my face
pressed against the bottom of the tub. I was afraid I'd drown there, but he let me up. I
gasped and choked and coughed as he sat back and laughed.

I started to get to my feet but he kicked my legs out from under me and I fell back
into the water with a terrific splash. He grabbed my arm and swung me around in the
water, then pulled me up against him.

"Now for being such a bad girl you're gonna suck me off," he said, waggling his
tongue at me.

"Let me gooo," I sobbed.

"Take a deep breath," he taunted.

He forced my head down under water over his groin, then pressed his cock against
my mouth. I struggled, but finally had to open my mouth and take his cock inside. He
forced my head up and down on his cock as I rubbed my tongue desperately against his
cockhead.

I had to keep my eyes closed because the water was all soapy and stung them. My
chest grew tighter and hotter as I ran out of air, and I slapped at his chest.

He let me up and I spat out soapy water and coughed, trying to breath without getting it
down my throat.

"You're not gonna get up again unless I cum," he said with a smirk, then he shoved
my head back under the water.

I gulped in his cock and sucked frantically, whipping my tongue against his
cockhead, but the air began to run out too quickly and he hadn't cum when I began to get
dazed and light-headed.

I was sure I was going to drown, and slapped desperately at his body, trying to pull
away.



Chapter Four

Allan pulled me up by the hair, frowning at me.

"You're not doing a very good job," he said. "I oughter let you drown, but that'd be
a waste of good meat."

He turned me over and pulled me up on his lap so I felt his hardness against my
buttocks.

"Okay, I want you to take my dick, put it against your asshole, and sit on it."

"Oh p-please," I gasped.

"Do it, slut!" he snapped, yanking at my hair.

I spread my legs and tried to ease up onto my knees, putting my feet back against
the side of the tube. He didn't do anything, the scumbag, just sat there. I had to bend over,
reach between my legs, and take his organ in my hands, then point the head up against my
anal opening. Then I had to sink down until I felt it against my sore little hole.

I groaned as his cockhead pushed against my entrance, but was afraid of what he'd
do to me if I didn't obey. I sank down very slowly, easing his soapy nosed cock up through
my opening. I whimpered in pain as my anus was strained and pulled, and I lowered myself
as slowly as I could, trying to let my hole adjust.

Allan reached down and gripped my legs, then suddenly yanked them wide apart. I
fell down onto his cock and it drove up deep into my belly. I screamed in pain, splashing
water around as I tried to pull myself off, but Allan put an arm around my waist and held
me tightly against him, locked onto his hard pole.

He laughed, his other hand going up behind me, gripping my hair again and forcing
my head back and around towards him. He mashed his lips against mine as I thrashed
weakly, impaled on his fat hard cock, whimpering and gasping in pain as my ass burned
with pain.

"What a tight little asshole," he sighed, licking and sucking and chewing at my
throat and cupping my breast tightly.

He held me there for a long minute as he licked and chewed at my throat and
mauled my breast, then he pulled his arm away from my waist and drew back.

"Okay, slut, start working your tail," he said. "Ride my log."

I leaned forward in the water, gasping for breath, my chest heaving. I groaned in
pain, my hands gripping his legs out in front of me. I slowly pulled my knees back together
and took some of my weight off his cock. The pain retreated a little.

Wincing in pain, I slowly eased my poor ass upwards on his cock. I felt his fat cock-
nose sliding back down my anal tune a little, then a little more. It didn't hurt as much as I'd
thought. Or maybe it didn't hurt much compared to that terrible sudden thrust that had
impaled me.

I eased down again, then started rocking back and forth on his cock, sliding up and
down its length. My belly made waves in the water as it moved back and forth, then Allan's
hands came around me and rose up, cupping my breasts. Water and soap dripped down
into the tub as he worked his fingers on my sore boobs.

"Faster, bitch," he grunted.

I shuddered and rocked faster, sliding up and down, up and down his cock. The
water started to splash a little around me and my ass hurt a lot more.

"Stop," he said, sliding his arm around my waist and pinning me against him.

I was glad to except that his cock was buried all the way up my ass.

"Just... sit there," he sighed, pulling me back against him and sliding his hands up
and down my body.

"Close your legs," he said.

"What?"

"Straighten them out and close them."

He gripped my leg and twisted it out and forward. I winced and straightened both
legs, trying to support myself on my hands. He gripped my legs and lifted them off the tub
floor, pressing them tightly together and setting them down on his own legs.

His cock was locked so tightly up inside my rectum that it would have ripped free if

I'd gotten up. But of course, I wasn't able to do that. Allan was hugging me tightly and
groaning in pleasure as my ass squeezed down on his prick.

"I think you're gonna squeeze the blood right outa my cock," he gasped.

His cock was a big, hard lump up inside my belly, pressing up against my internal
organs, giving me cramps and pains as I sat atop it.

He let out a sigh and then eased his arms away.

"Okay, slut, start humping."

I let my legs come apart and leaned forward again, lifting myself up a bit to relieve
the pressure on my guts. I swung my legs around behind me again and began to rock up
and down on my knees.

Allan gripped my waist and began to "help" me then, jerking me up and down
repeatedly, forcing his cock deep, then yanking it free. Long minutes passed as my ass slid
up and down on his big cock. He cursed softly, then rose up and forward, pushing me onto
my hands and knees in front of him.

He started to really pump into me then, slapping his hips loudly against my dripping
wet buttocks, skewering me with his rigid pole of flesh. I grunted in pain and tried to keep
from being thrown face-first into the water.

He hammered his tool up my ass with total abandon, then eased up, getting slower
and slower as he sighed in relief. He gave my ass a squeeze then pulled his softening cock
out and sat back in the water.

"Nice piece of ass," he grunted.

I sat back down in the water and he pulled me in beside him and draped his arm
across my shoulders again.

"You should charge, baby. You could make good money with an ass and cunt like
yours."

"I already make good money," I croaked.

"Listen, Jamie girl, every woman sits on her fortune. Know what I mean?" he
leered, reaching down and cupping my pussy. He picked his beer can off the edge of the tub
and drank the last of it, then sniffed and pulled his arm off my shoulder, pushing me a
little.

"Get my other beer, babe," he ordered.

I got up and stepped out of the tub, climbed down the stairs and got his beer off the
counter. Then I hesitated. The hot water... not to mention the uhm, exercise, had limbered
up my legs. I knew I could run now. He was sitting back in the bubbles.

I threw the beer at him and ran for it. I heard the water splashing on the floor
behind me as he jumped out of the tub, then raced down the hall, dripping water and soap
suds everywhere. I hit the elevator button and it opened at once. I ran inside and hit the
button for the first floor as he came roaring around the corner.

Then the elevator closed and I slumped against the side. I would have to run outside
naked and hurry into one of the shops, but the embarrassment of that was nothing
compared to the thought of another gang-bang with Allan's friends.

The elevator door opened and I hurried out into the hall. Then behind me the door
to the stairs crashed open. I screamed and ran for the door, but it was an electronic door. I
had to hit the button and wait for it to slide to the side. I barely got through and had my
hand on the doorknob of the outer door when he grabbed me.

I screamed again but his hand went around my mouth as he picked me up and
carried me back down the hall to the elevator. I squirmed and thrashed but he held me in a
bear hug with just one powerful arm, locking my head back with his other hand.
"Wait till I get you upstairs, you little whore," he snarled.

The elevator doors opened and he carried me in, then dropped me on the floor and
hit the button for my apartment. I scrambled to my feet but he grabbed the back of my
neck and shoved me face first into the wall, then his hand cracked down on my wet bottom.

The sound was enormous in the small box, and so was the pain, a sharp, terrible
stab of burning pain in my buttocks. He slapped his hand down again, and again, and
again, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! as the elevator rose.

I screamed and howled in pain but couldn't pull my face away from the wall. The
door opened and he jerked me back, then lifted me under one arm and carried me into the
foyer ass first.

He kept slapping my ass the whole way back down the hall. CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! His big hand made my poor skin burn and burn
with pain as I kicked my feet and slapped at his legs ineffectually.

He carried me into the bathroom again and set me down roughly on the floor,
instantly bending me down over the counter, mashing my breasts into the wood as he
cracked his hand down on my bottom again and again.

"You think you're too good for me, slut?" he demanded. His hand jammed in
between my thighs and squeezed my pussy, then he actually lifted me upwards, basically by
the groin before letting me fall again.

He slapped my bottom again and again, then jerked me upright and spun me
around. I was sobbing in pain and misery as he shoved me into a corner.

"You do that again and I'll shove my fist up your cunt! You understand me, slut?!"

"Ye....ye..yeeess," I sobbed.

He grabbed me by the arm and swung me around, then flung me into the tub. I
landed with a tremendous splash of water, then picked myself out, sputtering and
coughing.

He climbed up the stairs and sat on the ledge.

"Now," he said. "You soap yourself up, then you can wash my body. Move it!"

I whimpered and sniffled, rubbing my face with my arm, then, trembling weakly,
bent and picked up a bar of soap and began soaping myself up as he watched.

"Soap up good, slut. Real good. Do your crotch and ass specially good."

I had to do what he told me, then when he was satisfied he lay down on his belly on
the ledge.

"Okay, whore, I want you to straddle me and sit on my back. Go on."

I was still sniffling a little as I put one leg over him and sank down onto his back.

My soapy bottom pressed heavily against his lower back and my thighs clamped tightly
against his sides as I put my hands on his back and sat there awkwardly.

"Lean down and put those milk jugs of yours against the top of my back, then start
rubbing yourself up and down against me. You use your tits and your cunt as washcloths."

I started sliding up and down his back, doing as he ordered, rubbing my breasts
against his upper back as my crotch scoured his lower back.

"Rub those tits from side to side, slut."

I did as he ordered, mashing them against his hard, muscled shoulders as he lay
there and sighed in pleasure.

"I think I'll keep you forever, slut," he sighed. "Put you on a leash and keep you
tied up in the back yard. Grind that pussy harder."

I used my breasts and pussy and belly as well, rubbing, sliding back and down along
his back, rubbing my breasts from side to side every couple of lengths.

"Ride back over my ass," he said. "Use your tits to clean it, then go down to my feet.

You can use your tits along my legs and grind that cunt of yours along each one too.

I let my soapy bottom slide up over his, then down along his thighs. I rubbed my
breasts from side to side on his buttocks, then, following his instructions, I cleaned his legs.

The way I had to do this was to slide my pussy downwards along each leg, while holding
both breasts in my hands and scrubbing them against his leg as I slid downwards.

When I reached his foot I had to lift it and scrub it with my breasts, then slide up his
other leg, repeating the whole thing.

When I slid my pussy up over his ass once more he told me to get up and soap up
again, then he rolled over.

Rubbing my sore breasts against his chest was like rubbing them against stone, but I
had no choice. I kept my face on them so as to not see his smirking face as I slid my ass and
pussy up and down on his belly and crotch.

His cock was hard, which wasn't at all surprising. I rode back and forth across it,
then he told me to clean it with my breasts. I took his hard prick into my cleavage and
rubbed my breasts against it as he grinned down the length of his body at me.

He reached down and gripped my arm, then slid me upwards again so my pussy was
over his groin.

"Okay, whore, put that dirty cunt of yours down on my pole. I'll really clean you
out."

"But it's all soapy," I whimpered.

"Do it, bitch!"

I sat up and gripped his thick, soapy cock, then kind of raised myself on my knees,
pulled his cock up straight, then eased myself back down like I had in the tub. His
cockhead pressed against my slit and the soap eased its way through my pussy lips and up
into my belly.

The soap stung me as his cock pushed up into my pussy tube and I gasped in some
pain from the strain against my sore sex lips. The were still aching from being fucked raw
yesterday, after all.

Every movement sent little bolts of pain stabbing through me as I slid up and down
on his prong. He reached up and mashed my breasts with his fingers, giving me another
source of pain.

Soon he jerked me down against him and pressed his lips against mine. His hands
went to my buttocks as he began to hump up and down against me, jamming me down
cruelly onto his thrusting pole of soapy flesh. I bounced wildly atop him, gasping and
groaning with each thrust as he kneaded my soapy buttocks.

"Hot little whore," he gasped. He twisted my head to one side and bit down hard on
my throat. At the same time he wiggled a finger down into my ass, jamming me down on
his cock.

"Oohhh, yeeaahhh," he sighed, shooting his juice up into me.

He rolled over, dropping us both into the water, with me on the bottom of course,
under the water. He gave a last few humps into me as he squashed me down with his heavy
body, and mashed his lips against me under water.

Then he rose up and let me pull my head out of the water as well. We rinsed off the
soap, which for me included...in spite of the pain...putting a couple of fingers up into my
pussy and prying myself open to let the water gush inside. I had to work my fingers in and
out to the knuckles, and knew I still hadn't gotten all the soap.

He didn't give me any more time, though. He dragged me out of the water and said I
had to dry him off. I had to get a big towel and dry his body, then he sat down at the vanity
as I dried his hair.

"Shit. It's after two. I'm missing the game," he complained.

He jumped up and, dragging me by the arm, went out into the living room and
turned on the big screen TV.

"I got some guys coming over at two-thirty," he said.

I gulped in fear but he grinned. "Nawh, I ain't gonna have these guys fuck you,
baby. They're a little too classy for that, not like them drunken punks I brought in
yesterday. One of em's bound to wonder why you're tied up and gagged."

He pulled me down the hall to my bedroom. Sitting over by one wall was a chain.

Two other long chains hung from the ceiling. I gasped and tried to pull away but he only
snickered and hauled me forward.

He made me stand beside a dresser, then ordered me to turn and bend over. I did, of
course, and a moment later I felt something hard pressing against my pussy. It wasn't his
cock, either, or his finger. I looked around and saw a thick, round plastic thing.

"It's a vibrator," he said. "I don't want you to be all alone all afternoon."

He forced the vibrator up my ass until only a little bit was left sticking out, then took
out another vibrator and pushed that into my pussy. He flicked the buttons in the base of
the vibrators and they both started...well, vibrating.

Then he made me stand up straight. He put his hands in between my thighs, one in
front, and one in back, then locked the fingers of both hands together right underneath me.

Then he lifted up hard, actually lifting me off the floor.

I cried out in shock as both vibrators were rammed up into my pussy and ass,
completely buried inside me. he set me down and I tried to reach down, to pull them out
but he slapped my hands away. He picked up the chain and wrapped it around my waist,
then used a small S shaped hook thing to lock it together.

There was still a couple of feet of chain hanging down from right in front of me. He
pulled it down between my legs, then up the cleft between my buttocks, slid it over the
chain around my waist, then pulled it down... hard... really hard...

That jerked the chain up sharply into my pussy, right up between my pussy lips. I
moaned in pain and he chuckled in amusement as he brought the chain back down between
my legs and up hard between my pussy lips again, then locked it to the front of the belt by
another S-shaped hook thing.

The chains were really digging up sharply into my pussy, and the pain was dizzying.

"It hurts! It hurts!" I cried, trying to pull the thing down. He gripped my arms and
pulled them up above my back, then made me shuffle forward. There was a small stool
right between the two chains that hung from the ceiling. He made me stand on it, then
hooked the two chains to the sides of the tight chain belt around my waist.

He snapped metal bracelets, what I first thought were handcuffs, onto my wrists,
but then he pulled them up and apart above my head. I saw then that the metal things were
like handcuffs, but they weren't locked together. They were just two metal bracelets that
locked against my wrists. Each had a small ring set in the side, and Allan fastened that ring
to the chains with a hook.

Then he kicked the stool away. I screamed as all my weight came down on the pair
of chains underneath me, and the pressure against my pussy grew even greater. I tried to
put the weight on my wrists but wasn't strong enough.

Before I could say anything he jerked my hair back hard, bowing my back and
opening my mouth to scream. He jammed a thick round leather ball into my mouth, then
strapped it around my head. He let my hair go and moved around in front of me, licking
his lips in appreciation as he took in the sight.

"Just one final touch," he smiled.

There was another chain sitting on the dresser. It had been sort of tied in two loops.

He lifted it up carefully and pressed it against my chest, putting the loops around my
breasts. He pulled on the sides of the chain then, and the loops closed.

I cried out into the gag, but it made only a slight noise as he tightened the loops
around my twin mounds of flesh. The loops shrank to barely larger than a silver dollar,
squashing my breasts close to my chest, and making the rest bulge out like two fat round
balls. He pulled the opposite sides of the chain around behind my back and hooked them
together there, then moved around in front again.

"Now that looks hot," he said. "I could fuck you again right now, but I'd have to get
you down to do it. Besides, the guys should be here any minute. You have fun now."

He left, locking the door behind him and leaving me there in the chains, my pussy
smarting with pain as it bore all my weight. The only way I could take some weight off was
to pull down hard with my arms, but I could only take my weight like that for a few
seconds.

I hung there sobbing miserably, my pussy burning with pain as I swayed slowly
back and forth in the air.

The ball-gag in my mouth muffled my groans, so I made little noise as I hung there.

The pain in my breasts eased to a dull throbbing, and my pussy slit went numb.

The twin vibrators continued to buzz inside my lower belly. It made me shiver and
tremble, but not with lust or sexual pleasure... at least not at first. I mean, what with the
pain, and then there was still the discomfort, and the misery.

But half an hour passed, and I still hung there.

I happened, by design or accident, to be hanging directly in front of the big mirror
over my dresser, and I could see myself in it clearly. I stared at myself for awhile.

An hour passed by the time I felt the very first inklings of anything that might be
described as pleasurable. I was too dull-eyed and numbed to recognize it at first. It wasn't
until it grew and my pussy began to tingle that I realized that it was even there.

I felt shock, and amazement. The first thing I did was look at the door to make sure

Allan couldn't see. Then I looked at myself in the mirror.

I said before that I did kind of like bondage, and as angry as I was with Allan, I had
to admit to myself that I did, indeed look really, really hot. I mean, the chains were like, I
don't know, they were sort of like a bikini in a way, except the lower one dug up really tight
into my pussy slit and the upper one had no cups, squeezing my breasts out hard instead.

And let's face it, a woman hanging from her wrists, with her body all stretched out,
looks pretty erotic. At least, I think so.

And then there was those vibrators. I'd never used a vibrator before, and never felt
one. I'd heard of them, of course, and had even wanted to try them, but had never had the
courage to actually buy one.

They were making my insides quiver and churn like crazy. It was the strangest
feeling, a tingling, a powerful tingling right in my groin, and in the center of my belly. It
seemed to seep right through my flesh to my clit, which, by the way, was crushed back
against me by the chains going up my slit.

I shuddered weakly, trying to deny my body the pleasure it knew it was feeling. If I
had done this willingly, which I might have done if asked, I would have found this
enormously sensuous and a super turn-on. The fact that I wasn't doing it willingly did
affect whatever excitement I felt, but the excitement fed on itself and was changing my
mind.

Soon I didn't care that I was being victimized. All I cared about was the pleasure
that was coursing through my system. I know that sounds terrible. But after all, how long
can outrage and anger last? He had been holding me as his sexual toy since yesterday
evening, and though I can't say I had accepted it, well, I was no longer consumed with
anger or fear.

And I did look soooo sexual, so sensual. The chains wrapped tightly around my
white flesh, my breasts puffed out, my arms bound up above me, even the chain digging up
between my pussy lips, all were incredibly erotic to me. I'd never gotten this deep into
bondage before, but though the chains pinched and cut into me in places I was still
sparkling with sexual lust at what was going on.

And those two vibrators buried up in my belly had a lot to do with it. My whole
body was shaking and trembling under their buzzing, purring influence. I was twisting my
hips, humping instinctively forward. I swung and jerked in the chains, feeling guilty at my
own pleasure.



Chapter Five

No matter the guilt that accompanied it the pleasure was irresistible. My entire body
throbbed with a powerful buildup of sexual energy. My eyes opened and closed and my
head fell backwards as the heat grew and grew. A voracious white-hot inferno expanded
within me, starting with my groin, and the two buzzing tubes stuffed up there.

The pain from the chains digging into my pussy was masked by the fiery sex-heat,
my crushed clitoris now sparkling like a live electrical wire against the cold metal. My
breasts also felt hot, hot with heat, hot with pleasure, hot with the energy roaring through
them. They were red and swollen, pulsing and pounding with every heartbeat, threatening
to explode from the pressure inside.

My nipples were rock hard, sticking out like stiff little eraser-heads. They longed to
be bitten and sucked and licked. My legs jerked spastically below me and my arms
twitched and pulled at the chains above. I groaned low in my throat, the sound almost
inaudible except to myself.

I bit down on the gag, chewed and sucked on it as the powerful vibrations coming
up my spine set my nervous system ablaze with a storm of high pressure sexual pleasure. It
was excruciating, overpowering. I bit down deeply into the gag and closed my eyes,
shuddering as my body soared upwards into a glorious sexual release.

A concussion rocked my mind, then another. I flopped and twitched and thrashed in
the chains as the heat flared and exploded within me. The very air around me seemed to
sizzle with heat as a tremendous outpouring of sexual energy tore through me.

I writhed in sensual bliss, every part of me blasted and torn by the whirlwind of
sexual delight pouring up from my erupting pussy tunnel.

The tension slowly seeped out of me and left me limp and nearly dazed. I moaned
and groaned and hung my head, my chest heaving, my skin coated with sweat, my hair
matted against the side of my face.

I hung there... swinging slowly.

Down in my belly, down between my legs, the vibrators continued to buzz, their
movement transmitted directly through my flesh and nerves and sinews. Both tubes had
slid down as much as they could, until their bases made contact with the chains digging into
my pussy slit and ass. So the vibrations were buzzing along the chains as well, transmitting
the odd sensations all along my body.

It was...so strange...so...tingly, my insides were fluttering and shaking in response,
my very bones were trembling. I felt the heat growing within me again, starting at the tight
slit between my legs, and with my hard, reddened breasts, then flowing out to the rest of
my body, re-igniting the passion and lust and sexual desire.

I dreamed of cock, of being fucked hard, really hard. Images sped through my mind
of the mad gang rape I had experienced the other night, of those hard cocks thrusting into
my body. I swear, if I hadn't been gagged I would have screamed in frustration, would
have called out to Allan and his friends to come in and take me, to rape me, fuck me. I
longed for a hard pounding organ, for hands and mouths on my breasts.

I wiggled, shifting my weight. I threw my legs in and out, rocking wilfully on the
chain between my legs, grunting in pain as it dug up harder into my pink slit, as it
squashed and ground down against my buzzing clit. My breasts wobbled with the weight of
the chain around them, though barely, because they were so very hard, squeezed so very
taut.

Sex gripped me; all possessing, all encompassing, consuming me from the inside out,
making my mind swim and swirl. I was in that deep, sexual lust where nothing mattered
but my own pleasure, where all my inhibitions faded to nothing.

I pulled down on my arms, lifting my body in the chains. The weight came off my
pussy slit for a few seconds, though the chain stayed locked tightly between my pussy lips. I
let go then, dropping back. My weight came crushing down on my pussy slit and I
screamed into the gag, screamed in pain and pleasure, bolts of searing sexual pleasure
ripping through my guts.

I shuddered and arched my back, making my breasts strain and ache, then I lifted
my body up in the chains again, pulling with my arms, moaning weakly as I rose and the
pressure slid off me.

I dropped again and again the pressure cut up into my groin.

I came again, gurgling in pathetic, dazed delirium, shaking and twisting and jerking
spastically as the waves of sexual ecstasy rolled over me. Lightning crackled up and down
my body and burned through my numbed mind as the orgasm flared and crested, then
slowly began to fade.

I went limp again, hanging there in the chains, groaning in exhaustion.

I came a third time, then a fourth, then once again, before the batteries in the
vibrators wound down. Even then, even without the batteries, without the vibrations, I was
still gripped by a powerful sexual longing, a deep, erotic lust and desire.

I hung there, quivering helplessly, groaning weakly, but unable to cum, unable to
mount that last small peak. It was so very close, my body fairly hummed with the sustained
erotic tension...but I couldn't bring myself to cum.

Instead I hung there twitching and whimpering, still impaled on the rigid tubes, still
squeezed and choked and stung by the hard metal chains, my own weight threatening to
cut me in half from the crotch up.

Finally Allan returned.

"Hey, baby, have fun?"

He grinned, sliding his hand up and down my back as he moved around front. He
had obviously had a few and if my mouth wasn't gagged I would have begged him to fuck
me, abandoning dignity for the sheer lust within me.

"Well, I'll let you down," he said.

He put his arm around my waist and lifted me easily, then undid the hooks that
bound me to the overhead chains. He set me down, and I promptly slid to the floor, unable
to stand. He turned me on my belly and undid the hooks behind, then began to loosen and
unwrap the chains from my body.

He pulled the first chain out from between my sex lips and I groaned weakly. Then
he tugged the second one and I felt a wave of towering, immense pleasure, the returning
circulation in all parts of my body making me tingle and shake all over.

The two vibrators poked out through my pussy entrance and anus, and he tore them
free with violent movements, making me scream in shock.

He flipped me onto my back and undid his pants. I opened my legs willingly,
mentally begging him to fuck me hard, biting on the gag. He took out his cock and rubbed
it along my slit, making me bounce uncontrollably, humping my pussy up at him.

I reached for my pussy but he shoved my hands away and thrust his cock into my
gaping pussy entrance, then let his heavy body fall atop me as he buried the thing up my
pussy and immediately began to stroke.

My breasts, still swollen and bloated by the chain around them, screamed in pain
and heat as his weight came down on him, but nothing compared to the deep, deep
satisfaction and joy I felt as that big cock started to pump back and forth inside my pussy.

I snapped off into, not an orgasm, but a violent string of orgasms, a whirling
firestorm of ecstasy that tore through my body with uncontrollable power. I was insane
with pleasure, thrashing and screaming and shaking as he humped down into me, as he
slammed his big cock up my pussy with violent lust.

"Fuckin' slut," he grunted, smashing his hips into my thighs, pounding his cock
down into me as he bit and sucked on my throat.

His hands jammed under me and gripped my buttocks, jerking me up to meet his
thrusts.

I came and came and came, until the last vestiges of sanity left me and my mind
disintegrated into the maelstrom of emotions and pleasure. I lost consciousness, fading to a
dull spark of awareness, then blanking out altogether.

I woke in my bed, naked still, chained by the neck to the post, but otherwise free. I
was still weak, mostly from lack of food and water. My body still ached all over from
strained muscles and stretched tendons.

There was no sign of Allan, but on looking around I did see a cup of water on the
bedside table. It was gone thirty seconds later, well, the cup was still there but there was no
longer any water in it.

I still felt very hungry, almost dizzy from lack of food.

"Hey!" I called. "HEY! Anybody home!"

Shit. Was he gone somewhere? I found that the chain was padlocked around my
throat, and the other end padlocked around the bedpost. I was trying to figure some way of
getting it loose when Allan came into the room.

"Hey, pussy, awake again?"

I sank back on the bed, disappointed that he was still here.

"What time is it?" I sighed.

"Who wants ta' know?"

"What are you going to do with me now?"

"Well, for one thing, you can go and take another bath. You're all sweaty and I
don't like fuckin' sweaty girls."

"Look, why don't I just give you some money and you can go buy a couple of
hookers."

"Why should I buy whores when I got one here for free?" he taunted. "But, you can
write me a check for twenty-three hundred dollars."

"I don't have that much money in my checking account," I protested.

"I found your bank book and check book, baby," he grinned. "You're gonna write
me a check so I can cash, and you're gonna give me your PIN number so I can get into your
savings account. I know you got more than ten thousand there, and I already got your bank
card."

"No," snapped.

"I can make you do it, baby," he said with a smug grin.

I glared at him and he shot his hand out and grabbed me, then sat down on the edge
of the bed and dragged me across his lap.

"Nooo!" I yelled.

"Tell me what the PIN is."

"Okay, okay! It's 39844!"

"It better be the right number, pussy. You're gonna really have a sore ass if I have
to go there for nothing."

"39786,' I said sullenly.

"Now sign this check," he ordered, putting it down in front of me."

I signed it. He flung me back, then pulled a key from his pocket and undid the
padlock that locked the chain to the bed. He dragged me across the bedroom to the
bathroom then locked the chain around a pipe beneath the toilet.

"Okay, whore, now I want you to take a bath or a shower. I don't care which, and
shave your pussy hair off. I'll be gone about an hour or so. When I get back I want you
standing up against that wall there like a cop is about to frisk you. Understand? Hands up
against the wall, legs apart, and ass stuck out."

"Wait...wait!" I gulped. "You...you want me to...shave..."

I opened my mouth and closed it again several times.

He squeezed my pussy and leered down at me. "You heard me, slut. I want this as
smooth and soft as a baby's butt. If I find one hair I'm gonna pull it out."

"I'm not going to!" I complained.

"If you don't, when I get back I'll pull them all out one by one. That's gonna hurt
like hell," he grinned.

"But why!?" I groaned.

"Because I want to see it. Now do it. And don't forget, you better be in position
when I get back."

"You're really sick," I glared.

"Maybe so, baby, but if you know what's good for you, you'll do what you're told."

He left, taking my check, card, and PIN number. I sighed and looked down at the
toilet, wondering if there was any way in hell I could get the chain away from it. I had no
tools of any kind, though, and I sure couldn't tear the toilet up from the floor with my bare
hands.

Allan was going to come back, and I didn't doubt he would do as he'd said. That
meant I had to shave myself bald down there.

I looked down at my pussy hair, then went to the vanity and took out the small
scissors there and snipped my pussy hair very close to the skin. I lathered up my groin and
took out my razor, then began to carefully shave my little golden bush off.

When that was done, and keeping in mind his words about him being only an hour,

I hopped into the shower, washed my hair, then showered and dried my body.
I have to admit that my pussy, when I cupped it and felt it with my hands, felt
incredibly soft and smooth, and...well, kind off sexy and erotic. I had to stop and stare at
myself in the mirror for a minute.

It was soooo...exposed! I mean, you could see my slit so obviously! I was frankly
embarrassed. I knew I wouldn't be going to the gym to work out any more. I couldn't let
other women see me showering or changing when I had no pussy hair. God knows what
they'd think.

I listened for sounds of him returning, but heard nothing. I picked up the blow-
dryer and brushed and dried my hair. Just as I was finishing I heard what sounded like a
thump on the stairs. I gasped and turned of the dryer and turned to the wall, pressing my
hands up against it and spreading my legs.

I waited, but nothing happened. I looked around but didn't see him. I figured I
probably had heard wrong.

So now what? I turned away from the wall and looked at the mirror again. That slit
sure did look bare. I ran my finger up and down it a few times, marvelling at the strange
and different, and yes, erotic feel of it.

Then I had a thought. If I was facing the wall and sticking my bottom out, what was
he going to do when he came in? Would he fuck me? Or would he fuck me in the ass? I
thought there was a good chance he would do the latter, so I took a chance and quickly
took down a jar of petroleum jelly.

I scooped out a thick wad on my finger and rubbed it against my anal opening, then
slowly pushed it inside and pumped it back and forth a few times. I scooped out another
wad and pushed that up my little hole, as well, lubricating it in case he decided to sodomize
me. Then I grabbed some paper towels and rubbed myself to make sure there was none of
the slippery stuff on the outside. He might be mad if he found out.

I heard a sound again and quickly pressed myself against the wall, spread my legs
and pushed my bottom out.

"Hey, slut," he said, coming into the room. "Lucky for you the card worked fine.
It'd only give me five hundred for now, but I can get more tomorrow."

He slid his hand up and down my bottom, then under me, cupping my pussy. His
fingers pried at my slit and then thrust up into me as his other hand slid around and
cupped my breast.

"This feels nice," he said, grinning.

He palmed my mound, my bald, puffy little pussy, then dug his fingers up into it
again. He seized my hips and pulled me backwards. "Keep your hands on the wall, slut,"
he said as he pulled me back.

He made me bend over against the wall so my breasts were dangling towards the
floor, all the while rubbing his hand up and down on my pussy.

"Niiice," he said.

I heard his zipper, then felt his cockhead rub up and down against my naked slit. It
slowly pressed inwards, forcing my lips open as it entered my body.

"Bend over all the way, slut," he said.

I did as he ordered, gripping my ankles with my hands to maintain my balance. He
thrust his cock home inside me and sighed in pleasure as he ground his hips into me.

He pumped his stiff prick back and forth inside me for only about thirty seconds,
then he slid it out and palmed my pussy again.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I did and he turned me around, then pressed me back against the wall. He pressed
his lips against mine, then slid his hands down onto my bottom, squeezing and kneading it
as he pressed his body against me. His tongue slid into my mouth and flickered around
inside, fighting against my own to go right down my throat.

He jerked my left leg up, pressing it back against the wall, then pressed his cock
against my slit and thrust it up into me. I grunted as the full length was jammed up into my
pussy and his hips crushed me back into the wall. He ground and humped against me,
spiking his cock up and down in my pussy tube as his mouth sucked and chewed and licked
on my throat and ear.

Each hard thrust slammed my ass back against the wall and made me grunt and
gasp in pain.

He stopped again, drawing his stiff prick out from my sex tube and pulling me away
from the wall. He lifted me up and sat me on the counter, then gripped my legs and jerked
them up high, making me lay back. He spread my legs and gazed down at my terribly
exposed pussy slit, licking his lips hungrily.

He said something under his breath, something about price, then pressed his prick
head against me and thrust it in again. As before he fucked for about thirty seconds,
thrusting hard, pounding it into me as he held my legs up and apart, then he stopped and
slid his tool out once more.

He sat back on a chair and put his hands behind his head, grinning at me. "Okay,
whore, slide that pussy down here."

I looked at him and sighed, then sat up and slid off the counter. I straddled the
chair, then eased myself downwards. I gripped his cock in my hands and pointed it up at
my slit, then lowered myself onto it.

I tried not to look him in the face as I slid my pussy down the length of his prick.

Allan slid his hands over my ass and pulled me against him, rubbing his face in
against my breasts. He licked and sucked on each nipple, then slapped my ass. "Get
moving," he said.

I started to rise up and down, gripping his shoulders for balance as I rode his cock. I
still kept trying not to look at him, but I couldn't help catch glimpses of his smug, leering
face.

He began to bounce me harder and harder on his prick, then let go of my ass to
fasten his hands around my breasts. He mashed and mauled them as he bit down on my
throat. I continued to ride his cock, trying to ignore him.

Which was not easy, under the circumstances.

Not only was he right in my face but...dammit, I was starting to get into it. Like I
said before, after you run out of rage and anger and all that shit, all that's left
is...well...you're getting fucked...and I've always liked getting fucked...a lot.

So what if he was a miserable, stinking cock-sucking, mother-fucking son of a bitch
bastard? He was still a good fuck.

And it felt good sliding up and down on that stiff prong. It felt good having him
squeezing and sucking and licking on my breasts, too.

As I rode up and down he squeezed my breasts harder and faster, gnawing and
chewing on the nipples, taking big bites, sucking hard, lapping frenziedly with his tongue.

He opened his mouth wide and gulped in big chunks of soft, fleshy breast, sucking and
licking hungrily.

I gasped and groaned and rode faster, my knees getting tired as I slid my pussy up
and down on his prong for all I was worth. I bucked and bounced and grunted and moaned
as the heat rose within me. I slid my arms around his head and crushed his face into my
saliva coated breasts.

His hands shot up and gripped my head between them, then jerked it back hard. I
gasped as he bit down on my throat, sucking and biting, nipping and chewing. He shifted
his grip, entangling one hand in my hair to hold my head back, then grabbing my ass with
the other, grinding and jerking my pussy against him.

He squeezed and mashed my breast as he bit down hard on the nipple, making me
cry out in pain. He picked me up, gripping my ass, then stood up and carried me to the
counter, dropping my bottom on it. He stood between my legs, his cock deep inside me,
then pressed my thighs back and began to pound his cock up into my belly.

"Fu...fuck," I gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Slut!" he groaned. "Dirty fuckin' whore!"

He rammed his pelvis into me with unrestrained violence, his big tool slicing back
and forth between my straining pussy lips as his hands slid onto my wobbling breasts. He
mashed and squeezed them as he tore his cock back and forth, and I clamped my hands
down on his, pressing them still harder.

His hips were slamming violently into my buttocks, throwing me forward, away
from the edge, but his hands were clamped tightly around my swollen breasts, yanking me
right back again, despite the pain.

I gasped and groaned and whined in heat as he rutted furiously against me, feeling
his big, stiff prong pounding up and down in my lower belly, sawing frenziedly across my
aching pussy lips as he grunted in pleasure and lust.

Then we both came at the same time, whining and groaning in heat as our sexual
bliss expanded, blasting us into higher and higher orbits of delirious ecstatic delight. Our
sweating, writhing, grinding bodies radiated heat as his fluids pumped into me and I
sucked them down into the pit of my belly.



Chapter Six

Allan spent the remainder of the evening watching TV. He cuffed my hands behind
my back and allowed me to kneel beside the big overstuffed recliner he sat in, on condition
that I not speak until spoken to, and call him sir.

Well, I did. I was a little turned on by now at all this bondage stuff. I was still pissed
off, and still would have called the cops in a second, but kneeling there naked, my nipples
hard from the cold air, was kind of sexy.

Every now and then he would stroke the side of my face, or slide his fingers through
my hair, or give my breasts or ass a squeeze. Once he made me suck him off, and a while
after that he had me lay back across his lap while he fondled me for awhile.

Very late, actually, very early in the morning, he heaved a sigh and got up. I thought
he was going to bed but instead he put on his shoes.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"You'll find out."

He pulled me to my feet, then abruptly stuffed that ball-gag thing into my mouth. I
glared at him and cursed a little, though I knew he couldn't hear it. He grinned, then
blindfolded me.

I was concerned then, wondering if he'd planned some kind of gang-bang again, like
he had the other night, but instead of leading me into my bedroom he led me towards the
elevator.

I was completely bewildered, unable to figure out what he was up to now. I certainly
couldn't ask, not with the stupid gag in my mouth.

I heard the elevator doors open, then Allan, leading me by the arm, stepped inside.

The doors closed and we rode downstairs, not to the lobby but to the garage, my private
garage.

The doors opened and he led me out. I felt the cold air on my naked flesh, felt the
small rocks and stones, and the cold concrete against my feet as he led me across the
garage.

I heard the sound of a car door being opened, then the unmistakable sound of a
trunk popping open. Allan took me by the arm again and led me forward, then suddenly
lifted me in his arms and set me down on something sort of soft.

I pushed my feet out and encountered steel walls. Then something slammed above
me, what had to be the trunk. He had put me in a trunk!

I heard the engine start, then the garage door opening. The car moved forward and
drove out, did a wide circle to get down the lane, then halted briefly. It bumped up and
down, then accelerated, and I knew he had turned onto the street.

Now I felt some real fear, like, was the nutcase going to take me out into the country
and strangle me or something. There wasn't a thing I could do if that was his intention. I
was completely helpless like this.

We drove for about half an hour I guess. It's hard to tell time with no watch, locked
in a trunk, blindfolded. Anyway, all I could sense was the car's turns, its speeding up and
slowing down. It bumped over a curb of some kind, then stopped.

I could hear a slow patter on the roof of the trunk, as though it were raining lightly.

A key was pushed into the trunk and it popped open, then hands reached for me and pulled
me out.

Again I felt cold concrete against my bare feet, and the air was much cooler, and
very damp. I felt a fine mist on my skin as Allan took my arm and led me over the concrete.

I could hear traffic nearby, but not really close.

Allan knocked on something, then a door opened, a steel door, from the sound.

"Hey man," a voice said.

"This's her," Allan said.

"Well, don't leave her out there in the alley for everyone to see. Bring her in," the
voice said.

Allan pushed me forward through the door. Another hand took my other arm and
pulled me a little further, then the door closed behind me and Allan led me down a cold
stone floor, then down a flight of stairs, along another cold stone floor, then into another
elevator.

We rode up a little ways, not far I don't think. The elevator was old and made a lot
of noise. It also stank. I curled my toes up on the floor, wondering what kind of a filthy
place Allan had taken me to.

We walked down a wooden hall, then stopped and Allan knocked at a door. It
opened and he led me through. Someone whistled, and another someone said "Hot damn."

"This is pretty nice looking meat," a voice said.

"Quality all the way," Allan responded.

A hand slid over my chest, moved over my breasts, then down between my legs
where a finger slid up and down my lower abdomen to run across my pussy. It disappeared
and someone gripped me by the hair, pulling me forward, then roughly bending me over
some kind of table or desk.

My legs were kneed apart, then a hand squeezed my bare mound and fingers pried
my pussy lips open.

"She's clean," Allan said.

"Pay the man," a voice said.

There was a pause, then I heard Allan say "It's been a business doing pleasure with
you."

"Yeah, yeah, like that's the first time I heard that," the other voice said.

The door closed and I was pulled back upright.

"Nice ass on this bitch," a voice said.

"Nice tits too," the other replied.

"Nice everything in fact."

Fingers unknotted the blindfold, then it dropped away. I stared around me, and saw
that I was in a small, grungy apartment with two black men. One was a huge, bald,
muscular guy who was wriggling his tongue at me. The other was a smaller, hard looking
man who was looking at me like he was trying to decide if I was worth his effort.

I was incredibly embarrassed at being naked here in front of these strangers. It was
worse, somehow than when I was gang-banged, maybe because I could see these guys
where I couldn't before.

The hard looking guy picked up a foot long metal tube and showed it to me.

"Know what this is?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"It's a cattle prod. Know what a cattle prod is?"

I shook my head quickly up and down.

"You know it's about twice as powerful as a stun gun then. It'll hurt like shit if it
touches you. You want me to shove it up your pussy and turn it on?"

I quickly shook my head.

"Good. Then you do what you're told. Leroy, check her out."

"My pleasure," the big guy rumbled, moving towards me.

He slid his hands out and cupped my breasts, then squeezed them tightly, mashing
and squeezing them as he worked his fingers into the soft flesh. He jammed a hand in
between my legs and squeezed my naked pussy, grinning with lust and happiness.

"Feels soft as a baby," he said.

"See how she feels inside."

"Yeah," the big guy snickered.

"Okay, whore, go lay down on the couch," the smaller guy said. I padded forward
on my bare feet and sat on the crummy looking couch, then lay back.

"Spread your legs wide," he ordered, "and draw your knees back."

I obeyed, frightened of what he would do with that cattle prod thing if I didn't.

Leroy, the big guy, undid his pants and followed me over, then gripped his erection in his
hand and rubbed his fingers up and down its length.

"Now I want you to give Leroy a nice ride," the hard looking guy said. "Move that
round white ass of yours and show us how much you love nigger cock."

Leroy got between my legs and pressed his hard, purple nosed cock against my bald
slit, then jabbed it forward. I grunted as he forced his fat dick inside me, then let his weight
drive it down to the balls.

"Uhhhh, hot an' tight," Leroy groaned, letting his heavy body come down on top of
me.

He pressed his lips against the side of my throat and bit down, then sucked hard as
he rolled his hips from side to side. He cupped and squeezed my breasts as he shifted his
mouth to another part of my throat and began sucking there.

"Not too hard," the other guy said. "I don't want the slut full of bruises."

Leroy grunted and began to hump up and down, pumping his big black cock inside
me. His tool rolled back and forth through my pussy lips and across my clitty as he licked
and sucked and kissed at my face and throat and let his hands roam over my body.

"Move your ass, slut," the other guy said, coming over to stand next to the couch.

"Shake that little ass around or I'll see if the cattle prod will put some life in you."

I began to pull my knees back, swinging them in time to Leroy's thrusting, jerking
my ass up against him each time he drove his spike down into my crotch slit. But then he
abruptly reached down and grabbed my legs behind the knees and shoved them hard back
into my shoulders.

I was pinned down hard, hardly able to move at all now as he let his heavy weight
come down on his hands and straightened my legs. He slid his hands down along my calves
to the ankles, then pressed them back hard against the sides of my head.

My ass and pussy were hopelessly exposed and tilted up towards him as he pressed
my feet down. His cock slid in and out of me, his hips slamming my ass down repeatedly
into the couch.

"Enough, Leroy," the other guy said. "Roll the bitch over."

Leroy eased his cock back down my slit and out, then let go of my ankles and pulled
himself up on his knees. His big paws slid beneath me and flipped me onto my belly, and
for a moment I thought he was going to shove his cock up my ass.

"Okay, whore, now we want you to shove that lil' ass of yours up at us," the other
guy said. "Come on, raise your ass and spread your legs. We wanna see your pretty little
cunt."

I pushed myself up on my knees, horribly embarrassed as the two strangers stared
into my pussy, but too fearful to disobey. I knew just how utterly exposed I was without my
pussy hair, how obvious and lewd my slit was in this position, not to mention my little
puckered anal opening.

Leroy's hands gripped my bottom and squeezed it, then moved up and down over
my buttocks, thighs and groin as he chuckled in appreciation. With my hands cuffed
behind me and my face pressed into the couch I could only close my eyes and moan weakly
into the gag as his fingers probed at my slit and anal opening, then his big hard cock
pressed against my bare little pussy lips.

He thrust deep inside me, holding my hips in his hands as he began a wild, hard
fucking motion that made the couch bounce up and down in time to his strokes. His stiff,
thick black meat sawed back and forth in my belly with complete disregard to my own
feelings or pleasure or pain.

In fact, neither of the men showed any concern whatever for me as a person. It was
like I was some kind of trained animal they were testing.

Leroy's big cock was pumping steadily in my lower belly, digging deep and
punching against my cervix on each hard thrust. I felt completely impaled on his hard
plunging tool and tried to squeeze down with my pussy muscles to slow him down.

"Shake that ass, slut," the other man called. "You think you can just kneel there
like a bitch in heat? We want to see some action out of you."

"Yeah, bitch," Leroy sniggered, jerking back on my hips. "Push that tail back, fuck
it to me."

"Fuck him, bitch," the other guy said again.

The last thing I wanted to do was increase the power of the harsh pumping strokes,
but when the man waved the cattle prod menacingly I had no choice but to start humping
back onto Leroy's big prong. It hurt, for his cock was really skewering me, and his hips
were pounding savagely against my round buttocks.

But I drove my ass back as much as I could in this position, hoping that he would
soon finish, and wondering what they would do to me when he did. I supposed the other
guy would fuck me then.

There was a knock at the door and the other guy moved to it and looked through the
keyhole. Then the door opened and a black woman came in. She was about my age and
size, with a big chest and thick curly hair. She gazed over at me with a smirk on her face,
and I turned away quickly, too humiliated to face her.

"Look's like Leroy's havin' himself a good time," she said.

"Yah, an' you're next Lorraine," the other guy said.

"What you talkin' bout, Adam," the woman frowned.

"That's why I wanted you here. I want the bitch to know somethin' about pussy
eatin'."

"Well, you kin teach her pretty well, Adam," she said with a lazy grin.

"I want her to learn first hand."

"Why's she need to know pussy eatin'? Oh. You're sendin' her over to that rich
bitch on Sunnyside?"

"Yeah, she's been askin' for some fresh meat."

"Fresh white meat," Lorraine sniffed.

"I gotta give the customers what they want, honey. Specially a customer that pays as
well as her."

They both walked over and stood next to the couch, watching Leroy pounding his
big cock down into my puffy little slit. I was mortified at being watched like this by another
woman, and confused by the man, Adam's words. Surely he wasn't going to make me have
sex with this woman. It was horrible enough being fucked so crudely and having her watch.

"Shake that tail, slut," Adam said.

I had eased up on my humping, too embarrassed in front of Lorraine, but now I had
to fuck back again while she and Adam watched. I tried to pretend they weren't there as
that big prick of Leroy's rutted into me and I jammed my slit back onto it.

"Skinny assed little bitch," Lorraine observed.

"That's the way the lady likes it, girl," Adam said.

"Least this one's got some teats on her."

"Yeah, the lady wanted teats."

"She been taught anythin'?"

"Guy I got her from trained her some, but he didn't have no pussy to lick," Adam
smirked.

"Well, she better be good with that little tongue o' hers, else I'll shove that prod o'
yours up her asshole and blow her brains out."

Leroy continued fucking into me like they weren't even there, until Adam slapped
him on the shoulder.

"Try out that asshole, Leroy," he said, his eyes on my winking little hole.

"Sure thing, boss," Leroy said, sliding his long, evil black tool out of my slit.

I felt it prodding against my anal hole, then felt the pressure increase as he slowly
forced it through the puckered opening. I groaned into the gag as my anus was pried, wide,
wide apart by his big tool, and hoped and prayed it was still slippery back there from the
jelly I'd put in earlier.

It was, or at least, it seemed to help some. My anus still stung as his big horse cock
slowly drove down the length of my rectal tunnel, pushing deeper and deeper into my guts
as I knelt there before him.

It was hard to believe this was happening to me of all people. Rich, successful,
beautiful, popular. Damn it, I was a great person. What the fuck was I doing on my knees
being anally raped by this lowlife scum? Why was I a prisoner of these rotten bastards and
their whore girlfriend?

I groaned into the gag as my belly cramped up. The big tool inside my gut was
twisting and mashing my insides as it made its way up into the center of my belly. I knew

Leroy wouldn't be satisfied, as none of them, men, are satisfied, until he had buried every
last inch of his organ inside me.

He kept punching forward and jerking back, punching forward and jerking back,
thrusting in at different angles, from different directions, obviously intent on forcing more
cock up my ass.

Then, with my insides screaming, feeling like they were going to split open from the
pressure, I felt his balls pressing hard against my pussy, and his hips squashing down my
buttocks. I knew he had forced his whole cock up my ass then, and bit down hard on the
gag as I waited for what was sure to be a brutal sodomy.

He ground his hips against me as he bragged to the other two about how tight my
ass was, then he began pumping, using slow, shallow strokes at first, but quickly building
up speed.

"Why you havin' her do this, anyways?" Lorraine asked. "It ain't like it takes no
talent, an it ain't somethin' the lady wants."

"Oh, this's just Leroy gettin' his piece. Hell, if he don't get to rip off a piece now an'
then he'll be fuckin' the phone poles out front. Besides, after we get the bitch back she's
gonna be on the street. I need to make sure she knows what she is. Some of these white
bitches think they're somethin' special. Leroy shows em' they ain't."

"You gonna put her on the escort service?"

"Nahh, not for starts. I need to keep my eye on her. She'll work out of the hotel until
she knows her place."

I couldn't help but hear them, even with Leroy ramming his big pole up my ass. It
was, I mean, it sounded like they thought I was going to be a... a prostitute or something.

They must surely be crazy. No way was I going to be some kind of cheap hooker. The first
moment I had a chance I was getting the hell out of here and getting a gun.
If I didn't bleed to death from Leroy tearing my ass apart, first.

He was using long strokes now, rodding that big pole of flesh in and out of me with
brutal pistoning motions that had already numbed my ass and destroyed my sphincter
muscle. His fat black cock was pounding away without hindrance, stabbing into me again
and again as he grunted and cursed in pleasure.

Then he finally came, letting out a groan of delight as he poured his juice into my
ass. He gave a final flurry of high speed thrusts, then let his cock slowly slide back down
my torn up ass and out. I could feel that my ass remained open, gaping wide as he got off
the couch.

"Okay, you ready to start?" Adam asked.

"Why not," Lorraine sighed. "We're gonna have to get her gag off if she's gonna
lick me."

"No problem."

Adam gripped me by the hair and dragged me off the bed and onto my knees on the
floor.

"We'll start off slow," Lorraine said. "I seen what the bitch likes, remember?"

"Whatever you want, girl," Adam said. "Just so the little slut knows what to do
when she goes over there."

"Yeah, yeah," Lorraine sighed, pulling me to my feet. "Want to take off her cuffs?"

"Listen, girl," Lorraine said, gripping my hair and twisting my head painfully back
and to one side. "There ain't nobody around here who'll hear you if you make a lot of
noise, and even if there were they sure as hell ain't gonna do nothing, you understand?"

I nodded my head as best I could and she let my hair go. Adam unlocked my
handcuffs, then untied the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I pulled my hands back in
front of me and rubbed my sore wrists, looking around anxiously and with no small
embarrassment, at the three black people around me.

"Listen," I said, licking my lips. "I can pay you money if you'll just let me go."

"We ain't interested," Adam said. "You do what you're told or I'll whip your little
white ass."

"Take my clothes off," Lorraine said.

"Wha...what?" I gulped.

"You deaf or just stupid? I said take my clothes off, and do it slow and sexy, like
you're a hot little lezzie girl."

I blinked in confusion, then licked my lips and moved tentatively around behind her
where her tight, sheath dress was zipped and buttoned. I undid the button, then jerked the
zipper down.

"I said slow and sexym you dumb cunt,"Lorraine complained. "Put the zipper back
up. Now, pull it down slowly, and sexy, and kiss my skin as it appears."

Yuck.

I slowly pulled the zipper down her back, pausing to kiss her creamy brown skin
every few inches.

"Now push the dress forward over my shoulders and kiss my shoulders, then my
neck. Push the dress down and cup my breasts nice and soft."

I shoved the dress over her shoulders. She had no bra, and I kissed her shoulders,
then the side of her neck as my hands moved around her, under her arms, and felt he
bulging mass of brown breast meat. I'd never touched another woman's breasts before, not
being inclined that way, so it was very strange to me to feel that mass of soft, gelatinous
flesh against my hands.

I cupped the heavy mammaries, feeling their weight, and feeling the soft flesh ooze
out through my wide open fingers.

"Keep kissing me, slut," Lorraine said. "And work those fingers into my tits."

I obeyed her, kissing the side of her throat and her shoulders as I squeezed and
kneaded her heavy breasts.

"Okay, pull the dress down and slide down to your knees behind me."

I tugged her tight dress down to her hips, then slide down to my knees as I yanked it
slowly down the rest of the way. She turned around and then stepped out of it as I pulled
the dress away. Now she was clad only in a little black G-string.

"Slide your hands up and down my thighs, then tug my G-string down and start
kissing and licking at my snatch," she ordered.

I obeyed, my stomach turning and whirling, my mind filled with anxiety and no
small disgust at the lewd, lesbian scene. I stroked my hands up and down her thighs, then
eased her G-string down, baring her thin black bush. I tugged the fabric out from between
her pussy lips and then hesitated.

"Lick it, white girl," she sneered.

I kissed her bush, then she grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face in
against her crotch, grinding and humping against me as I tried to push away. She laughed
and let me go, then kicked off the G-string and pulled me to my feet.

"Let's go to bed, sweety," she said, leering at me as she pulled me into the bedroom.

I had some small hope that the two men would stay away, but no such luck. They
followed us into the bedroom, slouching against the wall as Lorraine pushed me into bed
and slid her body down on top of mine.

Our naked flesh slid together, her heavy breasts mashing and rolling against mine,
her thighs, her belly, every part of her making contact with me. Her hands slid into my hair
and moved up and down my body, then she pressed her lips against mine and slid her
tongue into my mouth.

"Kiss back," she said, pulling her lips back briefly to glare at me.

I felt her tongue slide into my mouth again and hesitantly kissed her back. She
squeezed one of my breasts as she rolled and rubbed her naked flesh against me, and if this
was just some kind of lesson, I thought she was obviously a very dedicated teacher.

She slid her arms around me and rolled over, taking me on top. Her hands slid up
and down my back and cupped my buttocks as our tongues slid together and our lips rolled
and mashed and moved wetly over each other. She pushed my head up and back briefly,
then sucked on my throat before pulling her mouth free.

"Get into it," she gasped. "Feel me up. Grind yourself down into me. You don't that
bitch will beat the living shit out of you."

She kissed me again, then gripped my wrist and pulled my hand against her breast.

I started squeezing it as she returned her hands to my ass. She rolled beneath me, pulling
on my ass to sort of grind me into her. I started moving in time to her urgings, humping
and sliding my pussy against her as she spread her legs and slid them around me.

"Get your thigh over my pussy," she sighed, "and put yours over mine. Then we
grind together, see."

I shifted position slightly to bring my crotch over her thigh. She raised her leg a
little to bring pressure up against my warm, center. I brought my own thigh down against
her hairy pussy mound and began to grind it over her as I rubbed myself on her thigh.
She was obviously getting into it, grinding harder and groaning as we kissed. She
was moving her hands roughly and quickly over my body, squeezing, kneading, fondling
me all over. Her pussy mound felt hot and moist against my thigh as I rubbed down on her,
and her teeth and lips were ravenous as they sucked and chewed on my lips and throat.

Our breasts were griing together in a strange, and not altogether unpleasant way. In
fact, her breasts felt wonderfully soft against my own, all except for her hard nipples. They
were very large, and I could easily feel them against my own soft flesh as our bodies rolled
and writhed together.

She shoved me back suddenly and pulled away, crawling down the bed a little ways,
then squatting at my groin. She pulled my legs open and slid one of hers between them. She
brought her crotch in tight against my own, then took my hands and lay on her side. She
pulled on my hands and our pussies pressed tightly together, locked like a couple of pairs of
scissors.

Her left leg rested down along my belly and chest, and her right went up my back.

My own were in the same position, and I could feel her heavy pressed around my calf. She
began to grind her pussy against mine, the sensation like nothing I had ever felt before as
her soft, puffy sex lips rubbed directly against my own.

The only problem was that I was almost on my back, and could now see the two men
very clearly, eyes filled with a mixture of lust and contempt as they watched us grinding
our pussies together.

Lorraine was soon slapping her pussy against mine, gasping and panting for breath
as our soft pussy pads bounced and ground together. She was moaning and sighing and
whimpering, her pussy wet and hot against mine.

I was caught between revulsion and excitement, my head too filled with confusion
and embarrassment to really decide what I thought of this stuff. To feel another woman's
pussy against mine, especially to feel its moisture, its hot, inner juices against my own
private secret center, that was disgusting, or would have been a couple of days ago. Now I
wasn't sure.

It did kind of feel nice as it ground against my own pussy, and I couldn't help
wondering if it would feel better if she had her pussy hair cut off too.

Then she arched her back and groaned in pleasure, obviously cumming. She
jammed her pussy hard against mine, wriggling her ass furiously as she rubbed herself off
against me.

She sent still, her hands loosening from mine, then she pulled away with a sigh of
weariness.



Chapter Seven

"You two should go on stage," Leroy said.

"She's got a long way to go before that," Lorraine snorted. "Okay, slut, let's see you
lick me off," she said, sitting back and spreading her legs.

I moved around in front of her and peered at her pussy as she raised her knees and
lay back. I didn't want to touch it with my face, feeling revolted. At the same time I felt an
odd kind of attraction.

"Lick that pussy, white girl," Adam said.

I licked up and down her slit, pressing deeper and deeper, feeling her wetness and
heat on my tongue, the musky scent of her in my nose. I gripped her thighs as I lapped at
her pussy, pressing them down and open.

"Come on, baby, you know how to do it," she said. "You might not have licked cunt
before but you've had it done to you."

She was right, of course. This was the first pussy I'd ever licked but I knew well how
it felt, and knew just how I liked to have my own pussy licked and sucked. I knew what felt
best and how it was done. The only problem for me was forcing myself to do it to her.
Of course, the cattle prod was a very good incentive. Anyway...well...I had changed,
kind of, over the last couple of days. Things that would have disgusted and outraged and
humiliated me a few days ago I could now more or less shrug off.

I mean, being raped by some big black guy, being sodomized by him while a couple
of others looked on, that would have most women in hysterics, and probably me too, if it
had happened last week.

Now, well, I guess I was kind of getting used to being sexually abused. It wasn't like
I was blase about it, but it had affected me.

So I wasn't as shocked or appalled or horrified by what they were making me do as
most women would have been. Maybe there's only so much shock, so much humiliation you
can take, then it all sort of fades and you get used to things.

So I lay there, propped on my elbows, licking at Lorraine's pussy while a couple of
guys watched, and not only wasn't I dazed with horror or fear I was starting to become
interested, not excited, really, just...interested, in licking a woman off. I wanted to make
Lorraine cum just to prove I could do it.

I slowly peeled her pussy lips open and licked up and down at the glistening pink
flesh within, screwing my tongue down into her sex hole and pumping it in and out several
times, then slicing it up across her clit.

It was very strange, thinking about my own pussy getting licked, remembering it,
then using that memory to lick at another woman's slit.

Then Adam, excited by our lesbian show, I guess, decided to get his own rocks off.

He dropped his pants and climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt his hands on my legs,
pulling them apart, at the same time as Lorraine slid her hands onto my head.

I don't know if she was thinking I'd jump up screaming and try to run away, or
what, but I had no intention of trying to resist. I'd learned over the past couple of days that
resistance was useless and sometimes painful. Until I was on my own again I was going to
do what I was told.

Adam spread my legs wide apart, and knelt in between them, running his hands up
and down over my buttocks.

I kissed Lorraine's clit and slid my lips around it, sucking and kissing it, then
blowing a tight stream of air across it. I slid my thumbs, which were holding her pussy lips
apart, deep into her sex tunnel, prying the front of her pussy tube open.

I felt Adam's hand cup my bald pussy and squeeze it several times, then felt his
finger driving down into my ass. He pumped his finger a few times, then pulled it out and
placed his cock against it. I felt his cockhead forcing my ass open, and slide down inside
me.

I continued to lick at Lorraine's slit, concentrating on her clit. I pulled one thumb
out of her tunnel and slid two fingers in instead, pumping them in and out, and pressed my
thumbs against the soft flesh on either side of her clit, pressing down to expose the hard,
sparkling little fuck button more.

I lapped quickly across it, pausing every now and then to rub it hard with my
fingers. I slid my lips around and sucked on it in an alternating pattern, hard-soft, hard-
soft, hard-soft, then licked my tongue again.

I guess I was doing pretty good because Lorraine was moaning and sighing in
pleasure. She'd fallen back on her back and was grinding her ass down into the mattress as
she pressed down on my head.

Behind me Adam was forcing the last couple of inches of cock down into my ass. I
felt his balls against me and his hands run up and down my sides. They moved under me
and cupped my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, then slide back onto my ass.

He started to fuck with slow movements, his cock sliding back and forth in my
rectum as he gripped my ass flesh. I felt his cock as a big lump of hardness moving up and
down my tunnel, and since I couldn't do anything whatever about it, tried to ignore it and
get on with licking Lorraine's slit.

Lorraine's ass began bouncing up and down, and I had to press my forearms down
on her thighs to keep her from smashing her pussy into my face. Her hands were tearing at
my hair, though not too painfully, and kept trying to jam my face down into her pussy.

She was cursing softly, groaning and moaning and writhing in place as I ate her out.

Her pussy was steaming hot and pouring juices down into my mouth.

Adam was pumping his cock steadily now, up and down, up and down, up and
down, no hesitation in his stroke as he built up speed. His hips were hitting my buttocks
and thighs with some authority now, smashing me down into the bed on each stroke, only
to have me bounce back up to meet the next.

It was starting to feel kind of good, that steady, jarring thump, and I even kind of
wished it was in my pussy instead. I wasn't excited or anything, just kind of buzzed a little.

Then Lorraine came, arching her back and crying out in pleasure as she jammed
down hard on my head and mashed my face into her pussy. I opened my mouth wide and
bit her pussy meat, whipping my tongue across her clitty as she bucked and bounced
against me.

Then to my surprise Adam's body came down on top of mine. His hands cupped my
breasts tightly as he ground his hips into my ass. He sucked and bit at the side of my throat,
then leaned over me to lick at Lorraine's pussy.

He ground his hips in a harsh jerky movement, twisting his cock around inside me,
then began to bounce his lower torso up and down, fucking into me once more. His hands
kneaded my breasts with heavy pressure as he licked at Lorraine's pussy, and I kind of
snuck a hand down between my legs to rub at my own clit.

I instantly felt that pleasant buzz grow in power and strength, becoming real
excitement. I humped up into Adam's cock, grunting and whining as my tongue and his
slurped and licked at Lorraine's pussy. I slid a finger up into my pussy and rubbed my
thumb against my clit as his cock continued to pump away at my ass.

Lorraine gave a final shudder and lay back weakly, her chest heaving. Adam pulled
himself off me and pulled me to my knees. He began to fuck into me solidly again, ramming
his cock into my anus with powerful strokes.

I still had a finger on my slit and he grabbed my wrist in his hands, pinching my
fingers together painfully and jamming them into my hole. He fucked them in and out of
my pussy as he fucked his cock down my ass, shoving them deeper with each stroke.
He kept squeezing my fingers together, kept shoving hard on my wrist, shoving my
fingers into my pussy. He forced them painfully deep, ignoring my whining and groans of
pain.

He forced all five fingers in to the knuckles, and kept grinding them against my
pussy entrance, trying to shove my hand deeper...yes, my hand, my whole hand. It finally
hit me that he was trying to force my whole hand up into my pussy.

I felt a moments shock at the idea, as well as some anxiety and fear, but I also felt
strangely excited. With my pussy erupting in sexual heat my thinking processes were all
skewed towards sexual and erotic acts, the more perverse the better.

He was battering at my pussy with the knuckles, and in self defence I had to
straighten my hand and try to ease it into my sex tunnel. It wasn't easy, and my pussy lips
were aching and straining at the thickness as I tried to work my knuckles through.

But they finally slid through and I groaned in pain as my pussy lips were finally able
to ease just a little closer. The deeper I pushed my hand the less the strain was on my pussy
entrance. With Adam still pushing I managed to twist and wiggle my hand in deeper and
deeper, until my pussy lips were clamped down on my wrist.

He let go of my hand then and resumed hard fucking motions, pounding his cock
down my ass. I lay there in wonder, able to feel the inside of my pussy, the inside of my guts
with my hand. It was an amazing feeling and I moved my hand around inside
experimentally, feeling the softness and elasticity of my pussy tunnel.

At the same time there was the other feeling, the feeling of my hand up inside my
pussy. My pussy wasn't used to having something like that inside and the sensation was
truly wonderful. I could feel each individual finger as they moved around in my lower belly
and pressed against the walls of my pussy tunnel.

Needless to say my wrist was also pressing down very hard on my clit. With my sex
lips pried so wide and straining so hard around my wrist, my clit was terribly exposed and
every movement made it shimmer and crackle with lust and excitement.

I could also feel Adam's cock as it moved in my ass, and his hard thrusts, and the
continued pounding of his hips against my buttocks, was reinforcing the hot sexual mood
gripping me, turning me on more and more, powering me upwards towards an orgasmic
explosion.

Adam was pumping harder and harder, ramming his cock down my ass while I
wiggled my fingers inside my pussy and ground myself back against both him and my own
hand. I was whimpering and moaning in pleasure, my body flaring and glowing with heat
as the sexual fever grew inside me.

Adam pounded his cock furiously, gasping and cursing as his sperm jetted out and
poured down my anal tube and into my guts. I felt it and sucked it down, squeezing my ass
around his prick as he rutted into me.

I pushed my hand even deeper into my pussy, panting and whining and whimpering
as my own cunny threatened to blow. I felt the deep, throbbing of my sexual excitement as
it raced upwards towards the peak. The hard, brutal pounding against my ass was making
me ready to blow.

And then I came, heedless of the others watching, no longer embarrassed, no longer
caring about anything but my own pleasure as I humped and moaned and came around my
own hand. I felt my pussy spasming and squeezing down on my fingers as I ground my ass
back onto Adam's hard cock.

I sank slowly down on my face then, groaning in exhaustion, my hand still locked
tightly inside my pussy as Adam slowed his pumping and pulled his cock out of my ass.
I slowly, slowly pulled my hand out of my pussy, groaning and straining with the
effort.

"Okay," Adam sighed. "Lorraine, take the white slut into the bathroom and clean
her up so we can deliver her."

"Yeah, yeah," the black girl sighed, slipping off the bed and pulling me along with
her towards a ratty looking little bathroom.

"Everybody's always giving me baths," I scowled, knowing it sounded sulky, but
annoyed that they wanted me clean and smelling fresh while they raped me.

"Ms. Black likes her girls pretty and sweet smellin'."

"Who's Ms. Black?"

"She's your mistress. And don't forget to call her that. Whenever she asks you
something, you say, yes, mistress, or no mistress. You forget and she'll turn this little white
ass of yours red."

"But who is she?"

"Some rich white dyke. Who cares? You're gonna go there and lick her and do
whatever she wants. You don't need her friggen resume."

She ran the water and told me to sit down in the tub.

"I can wash myself," I said resentfully.
"Shut your mouth," she snapped, glaring. "You do what you're told, white girl."

She poured water over my head, and more or less washed me like Allan had before,
scrubbing at my body with just her hands, though. I had to sit, then stand, and let her
scrub me, then rinse me off. Then she dried me and sat me on the toilet while she dried my
hair.

Half an hour later she led me back into the main room where Adam had laid out a
bunch of junk on the bed, leather and chains, and that kind of thing.

"Bring her here," he said over his shoulder.

Lorraine brought me over beside the bed and Adam picked up, what I first thought
was a leather halter. It was, sort of, except there were two small holes over my breasts, both
about the size of a silver dollar. He strapped the halter over my chest, pulling it really tight,
so tight it squashed my breasts and made it hard to breath.

Then he turned me around and gripped my breast where it was pressing through
one of the little holes. He tugged it outwards, pulling more breast through the hole. He took
a better grip and tugged more, then took a grip of that and tugged again, pulling more and
more of my soft, malleable flesh through the narrow opening.

He pulled my whole breast out through that narrow opening, so that the hole
squeezed down hard at the base, right next to my ribs, and made the rest of the breast stick
out hard and solid and round, like a mushroom turned sideways.

He did the same to my other breast, pulling it through a little at a time until it too
stuck out hard and round like a mushroom. Lorraine pulled the a matching leather G-
string up my leg and tied it around me, then Adam gave me a pair of elbow length black
silk gloves to put on.

After that came the leather restraints. They were hard and black and lined with
metal studs. They also had thick metal rings on the sides. One was attached to each of my
ankles and each wrist. A matching collar, very high and thick, was placed around my
throat, forcing me to keep my head up.

A studded leather belt was placed around my hips and a chain ran through the rings
on my wrist restraints and locked them to the front of the belt. Two more chains ran from
the same ring down to my ankle restraints.

With all this in place Adam let his hands slide admiringly across the soft, taut flesh
of my breasts, then put the leather ball-gag back in my mouth.

I was led to the door, then out into the hall. It was dingy and dirty looking, and some
of the doors along it were open, revealing empty apartments. Adam led me by the arm
down the hall to the elevator, then inside. It smelled as bad as it had coming up, but now
that I could see it I was also afraid. It looked ready to fall apart at any moment, and there
was even a hole in one corner of the floor.

It rattled to a halt and he pushed me out. We were, I could see, in a basement, a long
narrow stone hall running ahead of us. Unpainted stone walls were on both sides, with
metal pipes running overhead. I shuffled forward, unable to take long steps with the chains
on my ankles, and wishing they'd given me something on my feet to wear.

We came up to a metal fire door and Adam pushed it open. Fresh, cool air wafted
through, and as he led me out I saw we were in a dark alley between a pair of mid-sized
buildings. There were some small windows overhead, but no signs that anyone was looking
out of them.

The ground was still wet from the rain, and Adam had me circle several mud
puddles. Mounds of garbage were piled in several locations. One of the mounds shifted
then and I saw a pair of eyes peering at us.

It was some old wino, I realized, and he was looking at me with interest. Adam saw
him but ignored him as he led me over to a sleek looking car with tinted windows. He
unlocked it and put me in the front passenger seat, then closed the door again.

He moved around to the drivers side and got in, then started the car and drove
down the alley. The glass was tinted dark enough that even when we drove out onto the
street and drove right past other cars nobody could look in and see me.

It was bizarre driving alongside other cars, my breasts sticking out like they were,
and the ball gag in my mouth. I kept thinking that surely someone would notice, but of
course they didn't.

We stopped at a traffic light and Adam glanced at me, then grunted and reached
around into his pocket. He pulled out a leather blindfold and tied it over my eyes, blinding
me as I had been before.

From there on I didn't know what was going on. We drove for another twenty
minutes, but I didn't know where. We stopped and Adam got out of the car, then came
around to my side and pulled me out by the arm. We were on a road, or a driveway. I could
feel the pavement beneath my feet.

We went up a flight of concrete stairs then stopped at a door. I guess he rang a bell
but I couldn't hear anything. The door opened. No words were exchanged with whoever
was there. Adam led me inside and I felt thick, plush carpeting beneath my feet.

We walked down a long hallway, then turned and went into a room of some kind
where soft music was playing. We passed an aquarium, I could tell from the bubbling
water and the little motor. Then we finally stopped.

"Well, well," a woman's voice said.
"This's her, ma'am," Adam said.
"Very well, leave her with me," the woman said.
"Yes, ma'am."

I didn't hear him again, and didn't hear her either. I stood there anxiously,
wondering where I was and what was going to happen to me, feeling goose bumps on my
skin as I anticipated a blow or pinch or some kind of sudden touch.

A hand slid gently over my left breast, sliding across the round mound, following it's
contours up to my chest, then up the side of my cheek. It was a woman's hand, but beyond
that told me nothing.

The gag was untied and pulled out of my mouth, but the blindfold remained.

"What's your name, darling?" the woman purred.
"Jamie," I gulped.
"Jamie," she repeated, sliding a hand down onto my ass and squeezing it.

She undid the G-string and it fell away, baring my bald little slit. I sensed her
moving around me, studying me.

A finger touched my slit, sliding slowly back and forth along it, then pulling away.

"You're not here willingly, are you, dear?" she said softly.
"N...no," I said.
"Good," she said, a smile in her voice.

She led me forward a few paces, then pressed down on my shoulders. I tried to ease
down onto my knees, but the chain linking my ankles to the belt prevented me. I had to sort
of squat. I felt her fingers at my ankles, then the chains were unclipped and I was able to
kneel properly.

But she pulled my ankles tightly together as I knelt there, and I felt them being
clipped together there. She unsnapped the other chain, the one linking my wrists to the belt
and instead fastened it to the front of my collar. I had to keep my hands up high near the
top of my chest.

Her hand went behind my head and pushed...or pulled me forward, bending me
over. I smelled her, then felt her thighs against my cheeks, felt her pussy against my face.

I pushed my tongue into her slit and wiggled it up and down, then began to lick up
and down the length of her tight pussy opening. She ran her hands over my breasts and
through my hair as I lapped and slurped at her pussy, sighing now and then with pleasure.

"Dirty little giiiirl," she sighed, sliding her fingers through my blonde hair.

Though I couldn't move my hands far I was able to get them up against her pussy
and stroke her clit with my fingers. When I started to push one inside though she jerked
back hard on my hair, making me cry out in pain.

"Be very careful there, little girl," she said, steel in her voice. "Put your finger in.
Go ahead, slowly."

I slowly eased a finger in between her tight, tight pussy lips and pushed it up inside
her. When I had it almost all the way to the knuckle I felt something, like it was the end of
her pussy. It couldn't be, though, and I suddenly realized that what I was feeling was her
cherry.

I was shocked at that. From her voice she sounded like she was in her thirties.

"No man has ever put his dirty organ up inside me," she said proudly. "Not one.

Not ever. And none ever will."

I thought about dildos and vibrators, the things Allan had used on me. As if reading
my mind she spoke again. "Lesbians have no need of mens' tools, either real or false. We
don't need penetration. It's only in the porno movies that so-called lesbians fuck each other
with dildos."

She tightened her hold on my hair and forced my head back as she leaned her face
in close to mine. "Of course, that doesn't mean I won't use a big dildo on a slutty little
straight girl like you," she sneered. "I bet you love getting your little pussy pumped, don't
you."
"N...no," I gasped.
"Don't lie to me, slut!" she snapped, twisting my hair sharply. "You love cock, don't
you!?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Yes."
"Say it."
"I...I love cock!" I cried.
"Where do you love it, whore?" she sneered.
"I...in my pussy!" I cried.
"And where else?"
"In my mouth!"
"And where else, slut?"
"I...in my ass!" I groaned.

She laughed nastily and let my hair go, easing back, sliding her feet across my back.

"Lick me, slut," she said smugly.

I leaned in again and began licking her pussy as she toyed with my hair, running her
fingers through it.

"I told Adam to have that big nigger friend of his sodomize you. Did he do that,
slut?"

"Y...yes...mistress," I said, remembering to call her that at the last moment.

"Did he do it...hard?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, Mistress" I gasped.

"Did he fuck your dirty cunt too?"

"Yes, Mistress," I groaned.

"I bet you loved it. I bet you loved getting a great big nigger cock up inside you.

Didn't you," she hissed.

"Y...yes, Mistress," I said, knowing what she wanted to hear.

She sighed in pleasure, pulling my face in tight against her pussy as I licked
carefully up and down her slit and pried her open to get at her clit.

She began grinding up against me, pulling my face down into her and rubbing
herself against me. It was all I could do to run my tongue along her slit as she humped
frenziedly against me. Then I heard her gurgle in pleasure. Her movements slowed, then
halted and she sighed in pleasure.



Chapter Eight

She pushed me back and I felt her fooling around with the chain attached to my
wrists. I couldn't, of course, see what she was doing, and couldn't tell until she backed off
and I was able to lower my hands down to my belly, that she'd transferred the chain to the
belt again.

"Lie back on the floor," she said.

I obediently sat back on my behind, then laid back.

"Raise your knees and spread your legs," she ordered. "Wider. Wider!"

I obeyed, despite feeling very anxious and kind of embarrassed. I spread my knees
as wide apart as I could get them, the tendons in my thighs aching and straining.

"Pretty little girl," she said. "Play with yourself."

"What?" I asked.

"Don't make me repeat myself, slut. Masturbate for me."

The command came out of left field and stunned me. I could only lay there and stare
up (or try to stare up) at where her voice came from.

"Do it," she said, her voice sounding dangerous.

I slid my hand down against my pussy, terribly embarrassed by what she wanted. I
was also terribly embarrassed by exposing myself like this.

I couldn't disobey, though. Who knew what she would do to me? Lorraine's words
about her beating the shit out of me were still very much in my mind.

My face flushed hot and red as I awkwardly rubbed my fingers up and down my
bald little pussy slit, hoping that at least she was alone, and I wasn't jerking off in front of a
crowd.

I eased a finger into my pussy crack and stroked it in and out as I thumbed my
clitty. The woman, whatever her name was, said nothing. For all I knew she was gone.

I seized on that idea, then, and tried to pretend I was alone. The fact that I couldn't
see or hear her helped, and I soon began to feel a pleasant sexual buzz from down between
my legs. My body started to heat up and my breathing speeded up.

I heard movement then, and sensed her coming closer to me. I felt my hair brushed
then her pussy dropped onto my face. I raised my hands but the chain wouldn't let me pull
them up past my breasts. Her moist flesh mashed into my face and she rubbed it back and
forth several times.

Her legs were squeezing against the sides of my head as she gripped my hair in both
hands and raised her pussy a bit. I automatically stuck my tongue out and lapped at where
her slit should be, rewarded by feeling it on the tip of my tongue.

I pushed my tongue out as far as I could and she rode her slit across it. I felt her
juices dripping down into my mouth as I corkscrewed my pink tongue up into her slit. I
found her clit and lapped across it as she sighed in pleasure and eased her pussy down
lower.

My hands were still at my own crotch and after a little hesitation I continued to rub
my fingers against my clitty. She couldn't see me, at least, I could tell she was facing
forward.

My ass started to grind and wiggle on the floor as I fingered my slit, and my body
was soon surrounded by a hot, flickering envelope of sexual heat. I groaned as her pussy
and ass mashed down around my face, sucking and licking as hard as I could.

She dropped her weight down on my face and rubbed frantically against me,
gasping and panting as her sex rode over my lips and nose and chin, grinding harshly back
and forth as she groaned in pleasure.

She sat fully on my face for a long minute, then got to her feet.

"Come with me, baby girl," she purred, gripping my arm and raising me to my feet.

She led me across the floor and around a couple of corners, then opened a door and
led me down a flight of wooden stairs. At the bottom was a concrete floor. She led me
across that about ten feet then had me stop. I tried to sense what was around me, but all I
could hear was some plumbing, and that was distant.

My right hand was pulled out to one side, then some sort of metal clamp was
fastened around my arm just below the elbow. It was tight, and hard metal, so that I
couldn't move my arm at all. My left hand was pulled out on the other side, and clamped
down in the same fashion. Then my legs were pulled wide apart and the leather restraints
there clipped to something else.

I felt her hands on my hair, around behind me. It felt like she was winding into a
tail, a braided tail. With that done she pulled down, forcing my head back further and
further until I was gasping in pain and discomfort. Something touched my anal opening,
slipping inside, then sort of hooking upwards against my tail bone.

I heard her move around in front of me but I still couldn't lift my head. It was
solidly tied down by my pony tail, and, it felt like it had somehow been tied to whatever was
stuck in my ass, some kind of hook or other.

I felt her unbuckling the leather restraints from my wrists. That didn't give me any
freedom, of course, since my arms were tightly clamped. Her hands moved over my
breasts, squeezing them, then rubbing up and down before sliding off again.

I felt some kind of soft material placed around each of my wrists, then something
hard was put around my right wrist. I heard a loud hiss, like high pressure air, then a sort
of poof of noise. I felt heat around my right wrist, through what I thought now was some
kind of leather material.

I felt another hard...thing...put around my other wrist, then felt heat there. I was
getting a little dazed, what with my head being practically upside down, but even if I'd
been clear-headed I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to figure out what was going on.

The hissing stopped, then I felt her hands on my right ankle. She put some kind of
metal thing on my calf and then removed the restraint. She did the same to my other leg.
Just as with my wrists, I felt her wrap some kind of leather material around my ankles.

Then that hissing came again and I felt heat at my right ankle, then my left. I was
bewildered, totally confused.

I felt her fingers at my pussy then, felt them slide up and down my slit, then pinch
the bottom of my pubis. Something cold touched me there, very cold, ice. I trembled a little,
but the metal clamps on my arms and legs prevented me from moving at all.

"What are you doing?" I moaned.

"You'll find out, little slave," she said.

Little what?

My pussy was so cold it was hot, feeling all burned, then I cried out in pain as
something stung me down there. I pulled helplessly against the metal shackles, or
restraints, or whatever they were.

The stinging faded quickly, but then I felt the ice against my right nipple. Again she
held it in place, freezing my aching little bud so it hurt. I felt her pinch it then, pulling it out
from my breast, then again I cried out as something stung me right on the nipple. The
stinging faded, but my nipple throbbed, and felt oddly...heavy.

She put the ice cube against my other nipple then. I was just starting to get some
feeling back from my right nipple, was just starting to sense...something...there...when she
removed the ice cube and pinched my left nipple. I braced myself, and then cried out as
something sharp stung me there.

"Quit whining," she said. "You're lucky I don't pierce your tongue."

Pierce?

She removed the leather pad, or strip, or whatever, from my right wrist, not
unravelling it, but slipping it out from under something that remained there. It was smooth
and metal, encircling my wrist loosely, but not loose enough to slip off my wrist.

She removed the pad from my other wrist then. The metal things were warm,
almost uncomfortably so. She removed the other metal things, the thick, heavy, tight
restraints that had been locked on my arms, and then pulled my hands together in front of
me. I heard a small click, then she let my hands go. They stayed locked together by the
metal things around them, and seemed to be locked to the belt at my waist as well.

I felt her hands on my belly, then felt them slide up under my breasts. She slid her
hands over my orbs, and I felt...something against my nipples, something metallic,
something that tugged at my nipples as her hands moved over them.

Her hands slid down my sides, then stroked my inner thighs. Then I felt her tongue
at my slit, moving gently up and down. My nipples were starting to throb in some pain
now, as was my crotch right below my slit.

Her fingers pried my pussy open and her tongue slid up into me, jabbing out
repeatedly. She slurped across my clitty, then started to tongue it in earnest. Her hands
cupped my buttocks, nails digging into the soft flesh as she tongued my pussy tunnel and
rubbed her nose across my clit.

Her lips rubbed and stroked against my pussy lips, her tongue whirling and darting
like a snake, sliding amazingly high up into my pussy tube. She kissed, sucked, and
munched on my pussy for long minutes, alternating between hungry, passionate, forceful
strokes and sucks, and soft, gentle strokes and touches.

My whole body was soon humming with sexual electricity, and, despite being dazed
by my upside down position, I felt a deep lust for her, wanting to suck her breasts, to feel
her body against me as I had Lorraine's.

Instead I had to settle for her darting tongue, and her roaming fingers. Her hands
moved all over my body, stroking my taut belly, massaging my inner thighs, sliding up over
my hard, swollen breasts, then down my sides again to my ass.

I cried out in pain as she bit down on my clitty, then gasped and whined as her teeth
ground from side to side and my clit bud exploded with heat. I was nearing a climax, and
knew from the way my nerves were tingling and my body trembling that it would be a big
one.

But then she stopped and I felt her hands at my throat. She undid the leather collar,
then replaced it with some kind of softer leather padding or strip. I felt something hard
wrapped around it, then heard the powerful hissing again, then felt heat against my throat,
and her hand, gloved in leather, on my chin.

I felt, or sensed, enormous heat within inches of my face, and held still fearfully.

Then it went away and the hissing stopped. Moments later I felt her tongue at my
sex again, sliding up into me and slurping and caressing the insides of my pussy tube. My
body began heating up again quickly, centered on the hot, high pressure volcano between
my legs.

Then she stopped again. By then I was literally trembling in anticipation of a cum,
and moaned weakly when she halted again.

I felt her hand at my face, felt her fingers at my nose, squeezing, pinching it, raising
it. I felt a sudden terrible stab under my nostrils, a terrible pressure there. My cry of pain
was muffled as I felt something pierce my nose, going through the thin wall between my
nostrils.

She chuckled and let go of my nose, which burned with pain. I felt something resting
against my upper lip, something metal.

Again she began licking at my pussy, and, after long minutes, dazed and confused,
my body began to once again heat up. And as before, just when it seemed I would cum she
stopped.

I felt her fingers at my anus, then my hair was abruptly released from whatever was
in there. The thing was pulled out and I raised my head dazedly.

Sparkly lights appeared before my eyes and my head wobbled drunkenly until there
was the sound of chains, and the feel of her fingers against...whatever was around my neck.

I couldn't move my neck then. Something held it, something tied to the...whatever, that was
around my throat, holding it from the left and right.

I heard a snipping sound but didn't immediately identify it. Then there was a great
loss of weight behind me, from my head. I felt the long, braided tail of hair fall down and
bounce off my ass, and realized she had cut it off, recognized the sound of scissors.

"Nooooo!" I cried. "Don't cut my hair!"

"Too late, slave girl," she laughed. "And that's only the start."

I felt and heard the scissors at my hair, cutting it off all over, cutting close to my
head. When I continued to plead with her to stop I found a ball-gag shoved into my mouth
again. Then she proceeded to cut my hair so short my scalp felt cold.

She stopped finally, when, from what I could feel I had something like a crew cut.

There were tears in my eyes at the loss of my long golden locks, and I hated her more than
anyone who had abused me so far.

I felt wetness against my scalp, then something was rubbed over my head,
something moist. Something touched me, and I recognized a razor. She was shaving my
head!

I screamed at her but the words were only muffled moans through the gag. She
shaved my scalp bald from ear to ear and forehead to back, taking her time, doing a very
thorough job. I could feel as her fingers moved over my scalp, that my skin was completely
denuded of all hair. There wasn't even a thin stubble left.

I felt a towel applied to my head, felt it dried, then her hands moved over it,
reinforcing to me that my entire head was completely bald. Anywhere her fingers detected
the slightest hint of hair she ran the razor over it until she couldn't feel it any more.
She kissed me then, on the bald head, and moved away briefly.

She removed the pads from my ankles, and I was able to feel metal things around
them, just like the ones around my wrists. She unshackled my legs and pulled my feet
closer together, then I heard chains snapping into place. I felt the chains against my legs,
then felt her attaching them to my wrist thingys.

She undid the leather belt and slipped it off, then pulled the pad thing from around
my throat. I felt warm metal against my skin then. I was able to move my neck now and she
led me a couple of steps forward and undid my blindfold.

The first thing I saw was her. She was a tall, big shouldered woman in her late
thirties. Her body was powerfully built, with wide hips, a narrow waist, and strong,
muscular arms. She was wearing a leather bustier that left much of her large round breasts
visible. Below that was a leather G-string, and thigh-high leather boots with high, spiked
heels.

Her face was not pretty, but not ugly either. It was a strong, almost masculine face,
with a square jaw and large mouth. She had black hair pulled tight behind her, combed
straight back from her forehead, and she smiled at me with a look of smug self-confidence.

I took this in in an instant. In the second instant I took in myself. I could see now
that there were gold rings hanging from my nipples, and looking a little further down I saw
a similar ring dangling from the bottom of my pubis.

There were shiny metal rings around my wrists, and a pair of chains dangling from
them to the matching set around my ankles. The rings were completely circular, and had
no openings that I could see.

The third instant was spent in taking in my surroundings. I was in a cement walled
basement with no windows. There were various work tables around, as well as several
strange looking stands or frames. In fact, there was a square framework behind me, and
metal shackles were screwed to the four corners.

The woman, who was a good head taller than me, led me by the arm across the
room. I had to shuffle to keep from tripping. She pulled me to a large wall mirror and I
stared in shock at myself.

I was as bald as I had thought, bald on top and below.

"What have you done to me?" I wailed. "People will laugh at me!"

"Nobody will laugh at you, darling," she smiled.

"They will. I look...look..."

"You look like a good little slut, like my slave."

I stared at her, mouth open, furious. She smiled back and put her hand on the metal
collar around my neck.

"See this?" she smiled. "It's welded on, so are the rings on your wrists and ankles."

"W...welded?" I gaped, looking down at the rings around my ankles.

"Welded. They're not coming off...ever."

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I gasped.

"You are my slave. You belong to me. You will live here from now on doing my
bidding and pleasing me."

"You're crazy! I'm not staying here!"

She only smiled.

"Little slut, I bought you. I own you. You are my possession."

She slid a finger through one of my nipple rings and pulled it outwards, stretching
my aching nipple. I gasped in pain and tried to raise my hands but couldn't.

"Please," I moaned.
"Please, Mistress," she said.
"Please, Mistress!"

"Are you going to be a good little girl?" She slid a finger through my other nipple
ring and pulled both outwards and then upwards, raising me on my toes as I yelped and
whined in pain.

"Yes! Yes!" I cried.

"You're sure. You'll obey me?" She tugged the ring in my nose, forcing my head up
and back. My eyes watered and the pain burned into me.

"Yes! Yes! Please!"
"Please, Mistress."
"Please, Mistress!" I sobbed.
"On your knees, little slut."

I dropped to my knees, panting for breath. Her hands slid over my bald head,
stroking the soft flesh. Then she pulled me into her crotch and rubbed my face against her
thighs. She let go and stepped back, extending one booted foot.

"Get down on your belly and clean my boot," she said.

"Wha...what?" I blinked.

"I don't intend to repeat myself, slut," she snapped.

She slid her hand into the collar and jerked me forward, slamming me down on the
floor. My breasts were squashed beneath me and I cried out in shock and pain.

She pressed her boot against the side of my face, the spike pressing against my lips. I
gasped and whimpered, and the spike slid through my lips and into my mouth.

"Suck it," she barked. "Lick it clean and suck it."

I had no choice, licking and sucking on the heel of her boot as she stood over me.

She pumped it slowly in and out of my mouth, then pulled it out and pressed the toe against
my mouth. I licked it too, and then ran my tongue all across the bottom of her boot.

"That's it, little slut. You're starting to get the idea," she said.

She made me lick all across the bottom of the boot, then up around the ankles and
along the top, then she had me kneel again and pressed her foot against my lower chest,
just below my breasts.

"Dry it off," she smiled. "Use those tits of yours for something worthwhile."

She slid her foot up into my cleavage and I awkwardly pressed my breasts down
against it, rubbing my soft skin against her foot.

"I know you're a little cock eater, slut, but I'm sure I can cure you of that
preference. I'll give you lots of cock. Before I'm done with you, you'll jump when I whisper
the word."

She pulled her foot away then gripped my collar and dragged me to my feet. She
pulled me across the room then undid my wrists and quickly pulled them behind my back.

She fastened them together back there, then forced me to step up onto a strange looking
stand.

The stand was basically made up of two thick poles. One pole had a sort of thick
screw thing sticking through it. A big black dildo was set on the end of the screw thing, on
the inside of the pole. The other pole had a thick black dildo sticking out on its inside as
well, at the same height. She bent me over and forced me to take that dildo into my mouth.

There was a small ring above the dildo, set into the wood. A small chain was
attached to that and she ran the chain to my nose and fastened it to my nose ring. It pulled
tightly, forcing my eyes to tear again and making me gulp in more rubber cock to
compensate.

She moved behind me, and I heard the screw thing turning and turning. I felt the
other dildo against my pussy lips, then felt her fingers pry them open. The dildo, turning
around and around on the end of the screw, pushed into my body an inch at a time.

I started to moan in pain when it jammed high up into my guts, but she kept turning
until i wanted to scream.

She stopped then, with the thick dildo deep in my pussy, mashing against my cervix
with painful force. I felt her tugging back on the ring in my pussy, felt something fastened
to it, then locked in place. It didn't take any great intelligence to guess she had fastened
some kind of chain to that ring as well.

She took a pair of six inch long chains and showed them to me. Each of them had a
kind of hook on each end. She hooked them below me, onto my nipple rings, then took out
a pair of weights and hooked the other end of the chains into them.

The pulled down, tearing at my nipples, forcing my round breasts down into sharp
pointed cones.

Then she left.

I was stuck like that for a long time. I don't know how long it was, but it was a long
time. I don't remember her pulling me off. I was dazed and half-conscious by then, I guess.
I know that whenever she gave me an order after, just the thought of being confined like
that was enough to make me jump to obey.

The odd thing was, she never hit me, except to occasionally spank my behind, yet I
came to fear her, fear what she might do to me. The punishment she meted out was always
some kind of tight, close confinement, like the frame, or being hung by my wrists, or
ankles.

Once I was stood in the middle of the room, hands locked together behind me, legs
apart, a chain attached to the ring in my pussy, leading back to the floor behind me, two
more chains leading from my nipple rings to the roof, and another chain leading from my
nose ring to the wall behind me, forcing my head way, way back.

Again, I was left like that for a long time.

I learned to obey Mistress (I never got any other name), immediately, whether it was
to lick her ass or iron her blouse, suck her nipples or wash her windows.

I scrubbed her floors on my hands and knees, cleaned the walls, vacuumed the rugs,
did the dishes, the laundry, helped dress her and undress her, wash her hair, style it, apply
her makeup, do her nails, and any other task she required.

I slept in her bed, usually with my collar chained to a post, and often with my hands
chained behind me.

Every morning I would bathe her, dry her, do her hair and makeup, make her food,
then dress her. Then I would begin my day's chores.

I was a slave, a sexual slave. I licked her to orgasm every morning and every night,
sometimes four or five times straight, licking and sucking until my tongue threatened to fall
off and my jaws ached. If I was lucky she would finger me to an orgasm too, or sometimes
even lick me.

Often she would pull me across her lap and fuck me with a big dildo while she
stroked my clitty.

It was odd how my thought processes changed, how my personality changed. My
whole life, my whole world, centered around Mistress, and the house. I got so I missed her
any time she went out, and eagerly greeted her back by licking at her feet.

I guess I fell in love with her, fully, and completely, when she produced a strap-on
dildo and fucked me to a dozen successive orgasms, ramming the dildo up my spasming
pussy with endless patience while I came apart beneath her.

Soon after that she began to bring friends over, almost all of them women, and I
would service them as Mistress watched. I was a sexual toy, a sexual creature. My only
purpose in life was sex and Mistress, and I found a strange contentment in that.

I never did lose my love of cock, either real or rubber, but I did learn to adore pussy
as well. My life was...is, simple and uncomplicated, and contented, too, though you, no
doubt, find that hard to understand.