Thrilling Rape Fantasies - Illustrated

CHAPTER SEVEN

The minutes drag by as the kinky brunette returns with her silver tray and lays it down on the coffee table before them, laden with an assortment of glittering hypodermics already filled and ready. "Don't worry, sweetie… we're gonna dope you up real good…" Fiona announces to the wide-eyed blonde as she sits there trembling in terror, her eyes riveted on the gleaming chrome lances that will soon be piercing her quivering sex flesh. There's a lot of dope there… maybe 30 or 40 ccs worth, enough to turn her into a pretty much mindlessly compliant zombie, and long glittering two and three inch needles to probe deep inside her. Alison loses control and begins to beg… "Pleeeaze, Mistress… No no no please don't do it… don't let them hurt me… Please don't… Please Please Please…" Fiona slaps her face, bringing tears to her eyes and shutting her up instantly. "Be grateful we don't make you take it straight…" she warns the trembling slave girl. "One more outburst from you and we'll do your pussy piercings without the benefit of any anesthesia… Is that what you want?" "N… No, Mistress…" the cowed submissive gulps… "It's just that I'm so frightened… I… I can't help it…" "Well, try not to piss yourself… I'll be very upset if you stain the couch…" the sultry governess warns sarcastically. Just then the doorbell rings. It is time. Alison's heart, which had been up in her throat, sinks down to her daintily painted toes.

Fiona gets up and throws open the door to their two visitors. It is Spider, dressed in his customary get-up and carrying his black bag, accompanied by another long-haired greasy hippie-biker type. The man known as Monster is not at all what Alison had expected. He is of average height and kind of flabby-looking, with round granny glasses, balding and with a wispy blondish moustache and beard. More the sort of guy you'd expect to work at some head shop or esoteric book store than a brutal Hell's Angel type. He wears baggy jogging pants and sneakers and a black t shirt with the name of some obscure arty band on it. Fiona ushers them in, standing them before her lovely prisoner as she sits there on the couch shifting herself around uncomfortably in her plugged bondage.

"You remember Spider, don't you Alison? This is his friend Fred, although most people just call him Monster. You'll find out why later. "Hiya, babe…" sez Spider casually. "How they hangin? Say hello to my buddy here…"

How could she forget the man who just yesterday pierced her sensitive pink nipples with the thick silver rings that now dangle from her throbbing tits. A choking lump of fear and anguish knots her throat, rendering her unable to speak. "Say hello to the nice man…" Fiona orders her sharply. "H… Hello, Mister Monster… Fred…" the terrified slave girl gulps, feeling a little silly. The guy known as Monster just stands there grinning foolishly, his eyes glittering behind his glasses as he ogles her lissome body. The redness of her shaved mound is still readily apparent, and she feels the bookish-looking freak's eyes fastening on it as he looks at her questioningly. "Tell the man why your cunt is so red, Alison…" her mistress demands… "Speak up, unless you want some more…" "Uh… M… Mistress Fiona punished my pussy for uh… for coming without permission…" the humbled blonde is forced to admit, staring at the floor in humiliation.

"Damn straight, bitch… now sit down and relax, boys, and check out this action…" the brunette suggests. "It'll help us all get in the mood…" Fiona flicks on the TV, showing a tape of last night's activities here at the apartment as she goes off to the kitchen to bring the guys a couple of beers. Alison sits there silent and mortified as the two men sit down on either side of her on the couch, their attention drawn to the television screen as the scene of last night's whipping progresses. The blonde reddens with shame as she witnesses herself wantonly humping her crotch against the obsidian whipping post as she is beaten, making herself come again and again to the relentless pounding of Slate's cat on her heart-shaped ass.

"I'd say her training is coming along pretty well…" Fiona comments. "We've got her coming to the whip already." The men are leaning forward, their eyes riveted on the screen and their cocks starting to harden in their pants. Alison cringes and winces as she sees Slate take the crop to her butt, hears herself screaming and pleading helplessly for mercy as he marks her, once again made conscious of the tenderness of the blackened welts that mar the whiteness of her rear. Tonight and every night she will be whipped again, he has promised her. By the time the two men are finishing their beers, the scene of her receiving her anal injections is playing on the screen.

Spider's eyes narrow and he grins fiercely as he witnesses the long gleaming needles sinking deeper and deeper into her quivering pink and defenselessly open rectum as she is belted tightly to the bondage bench. "Yeah… give it to her up the ass…" he mutters sadistically. Alison squirms in silence, wishing a hole would open up in the earth and swallow her, butterflies of fear fluttering in her belly. She knows that watching these scenes will only inflame the twisted lusts of the strange and evil man who has come to pierce her nakedly hairless pussy. Spider puts an arm around her shoulders, reaching up with his other hand to cup and fondle one of the outthrust breasts as she squirms her fingers helplessly where her hands remain fastened behind her back. "What do you think of these tits, huh, Monster?"

"Nice jewelry, man… You do good work…" sez his cohort, reaching up to examine the rings hanging from the blonde's tender pink paps, giving them a few gentle tugs and making Alison wince. "Seems to be healing up nicely… just keep using that ointment I gave you and there shouldn't be any problem…" says the gaunt-looking tattoo artist. "Don't worry, Spider… I know the drill…" replies Fiona. Meanwhile, on the big TV screen Alison is getting her ass reamed out by Slate's goony henchmen, moaning and slurping on her master's oversized unit as it thrusts in and out of her throat. "You gotta try some of that ass action…" Spider suggests to his raptly watching buddy. "She takes it up there real sweet. Lookit her sucking that cock…" "You betcha, man… I can't wait…" sez the bespectacled hippie, practically drooling all over himself. Alison burns in mortification, hearing her most personal attributes discussed as if she were a piece of prime steak about to be devoured.

"Handy little gadget, that bench…" observes Spider as he drains the last of his beer, stubbing out his cigarette… "I should get one of those for my shop. Whattaya say we get things rolling here… Let's get this hot little slave bitch ready. She looks like some sort of virgin bride in this white get-up… so sweet and innocent. Let's stand her up and get her over to the bench there… we've got a lot of work to do."

Spider and his recycled hippie friend take the trembling girl by her upper arms, helping her to her feet, and half-lead, half-drag her across the room to the bondage bench. Shaking and weak with fear, her arms bound behind her, she can offer little resistance as they sit her down on the bottom edge of the bondage device. Although she is tempted to beg and plead for mercy, the trembling girl remembers her Mistress' warning, and realizes that this would only bring her further abuse, so she just bites her lip as they sit her down on the bottom edge of the bench. Fiona reaches down to unbuckle the cruppering strap attached to her corset and holding the twin plugs in place. "Belt her in there good and tight…" Spider advises… "I don't want her wiggling around and spoiling my aim." Each of the men takes one of the terrified girl's slender arms and brings it up over her head as Fiona unlocks the clip holding her wrist cuffs together, pushing her down so that she is lying on her back on the padded white vinyl.

Soon Alison's weakly strugging hands are fastened tightly to the top of the frame, her arms stretched out straight and pulled tightly above her head. Fiona presses down on her belly, holding her still as her neck, her chest and her waist are strapped down tightly to the device, totally immobilizing the upper half of her body. "No no no no…" the blonde moans, thrashing her head from side to side helplessly as the men take her high heeled boots and lift them up into the stirrups, spreading her legs wide and strapping her ankles into place with her knees doubled back on either side above her, forcing her weight onto the small of her back and raising and opening her crotch and buttocks where they rest at the very edge of the bench. Fiona bends down to remove the two greasy white plugs from her stretched cunt and asshole, removing the strap to reveal her recently-whipped and nakedly hairless pussy in all its glory, gently spreading her inner labia to expose the glistening pink-magenta membranes of the interior of the slave girl's cunt. She takes the belt and plugs and tosses them aside. Alison can clean them later.

"Nice pussy, huh, boys?" Fiona smirks, stroking a finger up between Alison's widespread lips to tickle the underside of her clit, making the bound girl whimper in apprehension and arousal. "Yeah, but it's too much plain vanilla… It needs some decoration…" the creepy-looking biker mutters darkly. "Well, that's what you're here for…" the dark-haired bitch observes. I guess she's ready for her shots now. Let me get her little cunt ready for you… I put some cocaine in the mix to numb her up a little bit and keep her nice and excited…"

"Very good…" says Spider. "Maybe we'll do a couple snorts of this here methedrine while you're working on the bitch…" he suggests, laying out a couple of lines on the coffee table for himself and his friend as Fiona pulls a stool up between the shackled blonde's legs where she lies open and waiting, setting her tray down beside her with its array of six gleaming 5cc hypodermics. On the TV screen in the background, Alison is still getting her butt fucked by Slate's goon squad, the sound of their bellies bouncing off her upraised buns reverberating around the room in time with her grunts and groans of pain and pleasure. As Spider and his buddy snort up the crystal meth in the background, their eyes light up with fiendish intensity, watching Fiona as she takes an alcohol wipe and carefully cleans every delicate fold of her captive's defenseless slit. Alison whimpers and grits her teeth as the stuff stings and burns her sensitive inner membranes, her whole body from the neck down tied so tightly that she can't even twitch. "There there…" her mistress murmurs soothingly. "We've got to keep the area sterile… You don't want to get an infection down there, do you?"

Alison doesn't even try to answer this rhetorical question, sick with apprehension and dread as he kinky keeper raised the first of her hypodermics with its gleaming one inch needle up to the light, squeezing out a bubble of air and sending a thin jet of narcotic solution up into the atmosphere. Fiona places the flat of her rubber-gloved left hand on the mound above Alison's hairless slit, using her thumb to pull the flesh above the helpless girl's hooded clitoris up, exposing the underside of her fearfully stiffening little joy button. Carefully, she stabs about a half an inch of the first needle up into the core of the slave girl's sexual nerve center, bending down close to concentrate on her work.

Alison's breath, which she had been unconsciously holding, explodes from her mouth in a gasp as she is penetrated. Slowly, Fiona depresses the plunger of the syringe, squeezing out a couple of ccs right behind the head of her prisoner's clit, waiting a minute with the needle poised there as the drugs begin to take effect. Soon the by now familiar warm tingling numbness and feeling of fullness is beginning to spread through the upper regions of the enslaved receptionist's soft pink cunt, making her sigh audibly as she begins to relax in her bondage. The sharp point of the needle jabs more deeply into the shaft of nerves and cartilage leading to her swollen and throbbing feminine erection, making the defenselessly spread-eagled blonde whimper and moan softly as Fiona probes within her, burying the inch-long needle to the hilt now, injecting more and more of the soothing and stimulating narcotic solution as she goes, emptying the first of the 5cc syringes and pulling it free from her clinging cunt flesh. Alison's eyes close and her mouth hangs open as the drugs flow through her bloodstream and reach her head in a dizzying rush, making her muscles melt into mush and her pussy flow with her sweet secretions as the cocaine in the mix send sparkling thrills of excitement up and down her spine, making her swollen little clitoris harden and rise as if begging for more.

Fiona takes a second syringe with its longer two inch needle in her black gloved hand, bringing it up from underneath to thrust it deeply up and into the top of the spaced-out sex slave's moist pink slit, searching for the root of her clit where it is buried deep inside her. Alison can hardly feel the sharp tip of the needle that penetrates her until it reaches a point an inch or so inside her, somewhere up and behind her little joy button, where the numbness has not yet spread and the nerves bundle and disappear into her belly. Her breath catches in her throat and a fat tear squeezes from the corner of her eye as Fiona probes more deeply inside the center of her feminine nexus with the glittering steel needle, piercing and hurting her in her innermost core, spreading soothing narcotic bliss and scintillating thrills of excitement deeper and deeper into her soft belly.

Fiona pulls the needle back an inch or so, only to thrust it in again at a different angle, not stopping until the chrome nut at the base is pressed up hard against the pink underside of Alison's clit and squeezing the plunger of the syringe as she goes, spreading the drug solution around, sinking the shaft this way and that, finally angling it straight back to bury it two inches deep right there underneath her pubic bone, filling her insides with narcotized warmth and making her captive shiver and ooh and ahh in cunty arousal. Meanwhile, Spider and his hippie pal have finished their business and have stripped down to their shorts, sauntering over to observe Fiona at her work.

"Yeah…" Spider says… "No doubt about it… she's digging it now…" Alison hears his words as if from a million miles away, lost in her own world, her heart pounding madly and her pulse throbbing in her ears as the heat and excitement build within, reaching deeper and deeper inside her, filling her hips with liquid rapture. Her clit and the whole upper part of her cunt are now completely numb, yet still tinglingly alive and responsive to the slightest touch. She moans and tosses her head from side to side, ready for more now, totally abandoning herself to the needle and the sensations it brings her. Fiona picks up a third syringe and gets to work on Alison's smooth and hairless pussy lips, getting them ready for the piercings to come. Spreading the fat outer labia wide with her fingers, she works up and down the length of her captive's slit with the needle, doing one side and then the other, stabbing it into her fleshy outer pussylips again and again until the whole syringe is emptied and the warm tingling is spreading lower and lower down between the trembling and whimpering sex slave's widespread legs. This done, the sultry brunette picks up the fourth hypo, identical to the last, and spreads the lovely blonde's delicate inner labia with her rubber-gloved fingers, exposing the glistening pink inner workings of the helpless girl's cunt.

Slowly and carefully she sinks the fourth inch-long needle into the soft flesh where the captive blonde's inner lips merge with the interior of her pussy, once again working up and down their length from the top where they meet at the hood of her clit to the bottom on either side of her moist vaginal entrance. Over and over again she stabs the shining steel lancet through the skin into the soft tissues underneath, depressing the plunger of the hypo as she goes and injecting another 5ccs of narcotic solution directly into Alison's sensitive inner membranes, numbing the outside of her shaved little twat completely right down to the perineum. Alison is completely out of it by now, stoned out of her mind and completely unaware of anything except for the probing needles moving inside her gushy young cunt, floating in a dreamworld of narcotic ecstasy and sexual heat. And there are still two more syringes to go.

The enslaved receptionist is so far gone by now that she barely flinches as Fiona takes the fifth hypo with its wicked two inch needle and thrusts it directly into the squishy pink membranes at the mouth of her vagina, sinking it deep into the rings of soft muscle inside and squeezing out a couple of ccs and then withdrawing, only to stab it into her again and again, working around in a circle inside her moistly open hole until even the inside of her most feminine place is throbbing and tingling with drugged excitement and the worm numbness is billowing up inside her belly, filling her whole pelvis inside and out. The tightly tied blonde whimpers and gasps softly in fear and arousal as her mistress pierces and probes within her wet sex hole, the muscles inside her pussy and ass fluttering uncontrollably in sluttish excitement. Tossing aside the fifth needle now that it has been emptied, Fiona takes a shining chrome speculum from the tray beside her and carefully inserts it into the bound blonde's now narcotized vaginal opening, turning the little screw thing at the side to spread her open wider… wider… wider until it is gaping open and you can see several inches up inside.

If there was any question about where the sixth needle was going it is settled now… Fiona meticulously threads the shining glass syringe with its frightening three-inch needle between the blades of the speculum and directly up into Alison's quivering womb, not stopping until the whole barrel of the thing is buried inside her and the needle is stabbing right up into the mouth of her cervix. Relentlessly she drives it in there, spearing her right to the core, transfixing the drugged-out blonde totally on the sharp steel of her piercing shaft. Alison burbles and tosses her head from side to side, her eyes tightly closed as the drugs flow into her, deep inside her belly, her head spinning and her bowels spasming uncontrollably in terror and arousal. "If she hadn't had such a thorough enema she'd probably be shitting herself by now…" Fiona comments to the onlooking men as she finally empties the last syringe and deliberately pulls it out of the captive girl's clinging milking sex hole. "I think she's ready for you now…" the brunette comments as she scoots herself back from between the stirrups of the bondage bench, picking up her tray of hypodermic supplies and carrying it away.

The man known as Spider steps over to the stool still situated between Alison's wide-spread legs, setting his black bag down on the table as Fiona sits herself down on the couch to give herself a fix now that her work is done. With an expression of fiendish glee and concentration on his face, the greasy-haired tattoo artist draws on a pair of rubber surgical gloves and lays out his gleaming instruments on the table from the bag beside him, pulling them from their cellophane wrappers and laying them out carefully on a sterile white cloth. Forceps, several sizes of surgically sharp piercing needles, silver rings and bars with locking beads in various designs and gauges, alcohol wipes and cauterizing styptic ointment…

The guy they call Monster stands there looking over his buddy's shoulder breathing hard, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead and his eyes glittering behind his little round glasses as he stares down at the smooth pinkness of the tightly tied sex slave's smooth pussy lips, now completely anesthetized and ready for piercing. Both men are now dressed only in their shorts, and it is now becoming apparent how Monster got his name. The freakish and swelling lump of flesh that bulges and twitches beneath the fabric of his boxer shorts and snakes down his leg is the size of a salami, easily fifteen inches long and as thick around as Alison's slender wrist, making an absurd contrast to the rather ineffectual-looking individual it is attached to. Spider unwraps an alcohol wipe and once again carefully cleans every fold of the helpless blonde's smoothly hairless twat, making it tingle and burn fiercely for a moment.

Meanwhile, Alison is totally lost in a narcotic never-never land, her body and mind reduced to quivering jello, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping open slackly as she pants for breath, only dimly aware of the movement between her legs or what is about to be done to her. She whimpers slightly as Spider takes a pair of gleaming chrome forceps, clamping her slippery clitoral hood tightly between its steel jaws and drawing it up and away from her body. He carefully measures the length of her little hoodie, which is actually quite long and prominent. Good… the bigger it is the more metal it can hold. "Might as well start at the top…" he mutters over his shoulder to his drooling pal. "I find that vertical clitoral piercing is much the best for these masochistic little slave bitches… far superior to the old horizontal method…" he remarks conversationally to Fiona, who is looking on from the couch as she spreads her legs and plunges a hypodermic into her fat pussy lip, finding a vein and booting up a goodly dose of narcotics for herself now that her work is done. "I achieve much greater sensitivity this way, reaching deeper into the actual nerve shaft behind the head of the clit…" the grizzled biker goes on… "Of course, it is somewhat more painful at first, but then they don't mind… and they soon get used to it. Not that they have any choice, of course…"

Taking the wickedly sharp piercing instrument in his hand, he brings it up underneath, using his other hand to hold the forceps. Unlike the hypodermic needles which had pierced her earlier, this devilish lance is easily twice as thick, actually a #12 gauge. In time she may be stretched further… she will be stretched further. But for now it's a good place to start, and for a novice it will be a lot to get used to. He tells the spaced=out blonde to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. She is so far gone she never even hears him. Without further ado, he stabs the thing into her, up underneath her hood and deep into the shaft of nerves and soft tissue that lead to her clit. Relentlessly he drives it through her, a quarter of an inch at a time, releasing the forceps and angling it back towards the surface of her skin as it approaches the top of her mound. With a final sharp push, the thing breaks through the skin at the top of her hood shaft, a good two inches from where it begins. Being well experienced at this sort of thing, Spider is able to do the piercing deeply enough so that it touches the nerve without actually piercing through it, which might actually tend to deaden sensation in the area. Alison's eyes pop open wide as she feels her most intimate feminine core being skewered, the sensation incredibly intense in spite of all the drugs running through her. She gasps and whimpers, but of course she is powerless to defend herself from this terrifying procedure, so tightly is she bound. Her hands rattle the chains where they are fastened up over her head and she thrashes her head around but with her waist and thighs belted firmly to the bench her hips are staying right where they are. She rather feels like a big fat nail has been driven into her clit, which is not far from the truth. It hurts, but there's something incredibly stimulating about it, too, and in spite of her pain and fear her cunt gushes with moisture. Every atom of her being is focused right there where the piercing needle rubs against her clitoral nerve shaft down deep inside her. She realizes that it's going to be difficult to ever think about anything else. No doubt this is what Slate had in mind when he ordered this to be done. By forcing her to wear this piercing, he has exerted a level of control over her and brought her to a depth of submission that she never could have imagined was possible in her earlier life. Even when she's not actually being used, her mind will always be drawn right back to the thick shaft piercing her hot little slave cunt, where it belongs. This frightens her, but somehow it also makes her excited. So excited she's actually close to coming, although she doesn't realize it in her drugged state. Swirls and eddies of pain and terror whirl around her brain, mixed up with shockingly hot gushes and flashes of cunty arousal.

Meanwhile, Spider goes on about his business, neither knowing nor caring what emotional apotheosis the lovely blonde is undergoing as he frowns in fiendish concentration. His friend stands behind him, panting and drooling, his eyes bugging out of their sockets as the monstrous lump of manflesh in his shorts swells and throbs, looking like a giant snake trying to escape from its cage. The greasy-haired tattoo artist prepares a two-inch silver barbell, slightly curved to reach down deeper in the middle, greasing it up with a little sterile styptic ointment and removing the bead and ring from the bottom end of it, exposing the threaded and rounded point of the thing. This he carefully feeds into the hole he has created in the bound girl's sex flesh, slowly withdrawing the piercing needle, pulling it out from below, and feeding the barbell in after it from the top down until the piercing instrument finally drops free and the rounded point of the silver shaft is protruding just underneath the panting slave girl's clit hood right above her little joy button. He methodically screws the beaded end onto there, using the attached ring to get a better grip on the little thing which is already becoming slippery with Alison's juices. When he is done, the large bead at the bottom end of the barbell presses directly on top of the girl's jumping and twitching clit, which will be sure to keep it in a more-or-less constant state of arousal as long as the piercing remains in place.

To say that Alison's attention has been riveted to this procedure would be an understatement. In fact it is difficult for the young girl to imagine how she will ever be able to think of anything else other than the electrifying sensations that have been created in her hot shaved young cunt. How will she ever be able to keep herself from coming a hundred times a day? She stares up at the ceiling, glassy eyed, straining to get used to the feeling of so much metal stretching her inside, throbbing heatedly within her with every beat of her heart. It stings, it burns, but she's starting to like it. In truth, the symbolic and shock value of this event may fade somewhat as the days and weeks go by, but there will never be a time when she will not be achingly conscious and aware of what has been done to her and of the new status and role in life that it implies. Unlike Spider, Fiona observes Alison's reactions intently, following every nuance of expression on her captive's face, as much amused by the emotional changes her lovely roommate is going through as by the actual events taking place. Meanwhile, a dark thought is beginning to blossom in the back of the tightly bound blonde's mind… what will it feel like to get fucked with this thing inside her like this? It's going to be unbelievably intense. She realizes that she will no doubt be finding out soon. The thought makes her squirm, or at least she would if she was able to.

Alison relaxes within her bonds, surrendering herself totally to the sensations of the moment, fearful and yet also sluttishly eager for whatever further plans her Master has made for her. Who would have thought that being a slave could be so liberating, she wonders, feeling a joy and freedom she has never experienced before… a freedom to feel without inhibition or shame, to experience herself as a woman with heretofore unimaginable intensity. Her hot little clit stands up at attention and burns and throbs helplessly around the silver bar piercing it, knowing that she will wear it tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, totally lost in a world of whorish sexual submission and drugged-out sensuality.

Alison's reverie is suddenly and rudely interrupted as her gaunt-looking tormentor seizes both of her slippery inner labia between his thumb and forefinger, stretching them out away from her body and clamping the steel forceps around their ragged edges about a half inch from the top. Quickly he thrusts the cold steel of his piercing lance through the triangular hole in the end of the forceps, skewering both her inner lips at once, making the tightly bound blonde gasp and whimper as he works the needle back and forth inside the holes, making sure it moves freely. Finally he removes the forceps, pulling the piercing instrument out and applying a cauterizing styptic ointment to the wound he has made, then threading a thickish silver ring about a half inch in diameter through each of the holes and locking it in place with a silver bead. Twice more he repeats this procedure, first piercing through the little lips halfway down and then again close to the bottom on either side of her gaping vagina. In a matter of minutes, six gleaming silver rings are dangling from the helpless babe's tender inner lips, three on each side.

Alison"s lips are trembling as she sobs, fat tears running down her cheeks with the knowledge of what has been done to her, feeling the coldness and weight of the metal that penetrates her, marking her forever as some kind of sick sex slave and whore. Fiona looks on, smirking in amusement, fully aware of the changes her cute little captive must be going through. It's a good thing she's wearing waterproof mascara or her makeup would be all over her face. With all this hardware in her cunt she can think of nothing else. Although not in a tremendous amount of pain due to the drugged numbness and warmth that pervades her body from the waist down, nevertheless the physical and psychic trauma of her mutilation is intense. The lovely blonde's whole pussy throbs relentlessly and swells in response, sending hot flashes up her spine that explode behind her eyes. Spider finally pushes his stool back, fingering the rings to spread her lips and stick a couple of rubber-gloved fingers up her cunt and asshole at once, making the bound girl grunt and moan helplessly. Slowly he works them in and out of her spasmodically clutching sex holes, opening her up. "How do you like my handiwork?" he rhetorically asks his long-haired friend, who is still standing there behind him with his mouth hanging open. "Uhh… Very neat job, Spider… You're a pro, no question about it…"

"I wouldn't use her pussy too much for the next day or two…" Spider advises as he continues pumping his bony fingers in and out of the gasping blonde… "Give it a little time to heal up… otherwise it might get infected. No reason she can't get fucked in her ass, though. Probably be good for her. You don't want to let her rectum tighten up on you again after all you've been doing to stretch it out." "Sounds like a good plan to me…" Fiona agrees as she sits on the couch languidly fingering her black-haired twat "After all, there's no time like the present. Why don't you give it a try? Ream her out a little and loosen her up for your friend here. I'll see what I can do to get him ready for her… C'mon over here, Monster… let me see what you've got there…" Hearing these words as if from a great distance, Alison's slippery pussy and asshole contract and tighten involuntarily around Spider's probing fingers with the knowledge that she is about to be fucked. Is it fear, or desire, or both?

The guy known as Monster shambles over to the couch, shaking himself out of the trance he was in as he stared hypnotized through the piercing of Alison's sweetly shaved cunt. His long snaky penis is already swollen and throbbing, dripping with pre-come and ready to burst out of the loose boxer shorts that half conceal it. Fiona reaches up to pull down his underwear, gasping in amazement at the size of his turgid pecker as it is revealed in all its glory. "Holy Shit!" she exclaims… "Your momma must have done it with a bull to give birth to something like that… No offense, but I've never seen anything like that outside of a stable… How did you ever come by such a thing?" "I dunno… Just lucky I guess…" the goofy-looking hippie type answers with some embarrassment. "Actually it's been kind of a problem for me… Most women are scared of it." "Well, today must be your lucky day, then…" Fiona replies… "Little Alison here would love to take it all right up her girlish ass…"

"Are you sure it will fit?" the bespectacled freak asks rather naively. "We'll just have to make it fit…" Fiona answers firmly. "Let me just warm it up a little for you while Spider opens her up a bit…" The kinky black-haired bitch bends to her work, taking the bloated tip of Monster's half-hard dick between her bright red lips and sucking eagerly on his knob. It's all she can do to fit the head of the thing into her warm wet mouth. Monster leans back and sighs as his enormous unit stiffens further under the brunette's ministrations.

Meanwhile, over at the other end of the room, Spider is getting ready to shove his greasy crooked crank to the hilt up Alison's exposed and hairless pink anus, stepping up close between her raised and widespread legs and fisting it to rub it up and down in the crack of her buttocks. Alison whines and whimpers as he toys with the bar piercing her clit with his other hand, making her shudder and stiffen as he strokes his long bony finger over the super-sensitive head of her clit. Slowly he sinks the length of his dick into the soft heat of her clutching inner bowels, prying her open easily, the muscles of her delicate rectum weak with terror and fluttering uncontrollably in sluttish excitement. For a long minute he lets it rest there, buried to the hilt, feeling the helpless blonde's squishy inner membranes slithering and squeezing around the length of his shaft. Every time he touches her clit her bowels clench around him, milking submissively on his rock hard cock as the beautiful babe coos and snivels in humiliated rapture.

Looking down at the glittering rings adorning her throbbing pink cunt, knowing that he was the one who put them there drives the sadistic biker into a frenzy of perverted lust. Savagely he starts pounding his dick into her with all his might, faster and faster, his hairy belly slapping loudly off her soft upturned white butt cheeks, making them ripple like jello. Alison squeals and gasps and sobs in time with the pile-driving thrusts of his hairy unit into the depths of her quivering ass, totally surrendered to the power of his manly member, her belly tightening and spasming uncontrollably beneath him. A massive orgasm coils in the pit of her stomach, building and building, making her shake with the tension of her need for release.

Suddenly, she feels a burning heat spurting deep inside her bowels as Spider throws his head back and lets loose with an unearthly howl, his twitching dick jetting blast after blast of viscous white jism into her seething anal core. Alison clamps down on him like a vise, shaking and shuddering as she comes and comes and comes, grinding her teeth and shaking her head around with the intensity of her passion as multicolored fireworks explode inside her head and shivers of scintillating excitement run up and down her spine. Spider falls back like he'd been struck over the head with a sledge hammer, staggering over to the L-shaped sectional couch in the corner where Fiona is still sucking the Monster's oversized dick and collapsing in a corner. "Not bad, huh?…" Fiona smiles as she takes her mouth momentarily from the huge lump of manmeat that she's been working on. "Not bad indeed…" Spider gasps weakly, lighting up one of the everpresent Camels… "Little Alison here should turn out to be quite a moneymaker for the Boss when he decides to turn her out. What do you think of her cunt jewelry?"

Fiona rises from the dove-grey sectional and saunters over to the bondage bench for a better look, leading Monster along behind her by his oversized crank. "Definitely makes a fashion statement…" the brunette observes cynically, bending down to look more closely and gently fingering the array of glittering rings that now decorate the tightly tied blonde's sensitive shaved sex flesh. "I'll be back tomorrow to do her big lips and work on her tattoo…" Spider promises. "No sense overdoing it and anyway the bitch wore me out for today…"

Alison lies there passively, nearly unconscious, still rocking with the afterglow of her massive orgasms, her pussy and asshole reflexively twitching and throbbing. A thin stream of come and mucosa seeps from her swollen pink rectum and dribbles slowly down the crack of her buttocks. "Wake up, cutie…" Fiona taunts the well-fucked receptionist… "I've got a little surprise for you…" A little surprise indeed… Monster's fifteen inch cock is now hard as a baseball bat and almost as thick, twitching and jumping with eagerness to be buried in the bound submissive's soft hot interior. Fiona takes a dollop of greasy lube from a jar sitting by the side of the bondage bench and smears it up and down the length of the man's monstrously swollen purplish dork, pumping it up with her hand to keep it good and stiff. Not that he needs the help. Monster is practically drooling with sodomistic lust as he steps in closer to the immobilized girl, letting Fiona guide the head of his mammoth member to the helpless sex slave's puckered anal entrance.

Alison's eyes pop open wide as she first feels the size of his freakish dick knob prying at the still sensitive entrance of her aching back channel. "OHHH…MY…GODDD…" she gasps as he goes at it harder now, stretching the delicate membranes of her rectum wider and wider, leaning his weight into her and forcing his humongous truncheon deeper into her defenselessly exposed backside, slowly and relentlessly prying her open and spreading her pinkish clinging asshole around his massive girth. 'PLEASE… PLEEASSE… PLEEEASSSE…" she sobs and cries out, fat tears of shame and pain running down her cheeks as her tender sphincter is stretched to the limit and beyond, feeling it finally tear and loosen as the fist-sized head of the goofy-looking hippie's cock pops inside her. Her wounded rectum spasms uncontrollably, trying to force the painful intruder back out, but succeeds only in massaging the glans of his cock adoringly, encouraging him to slowly drive another inch or two into her seething hot interior.

Inexorably, the greasy shaft of the Monster's gargantuan unit presses further forward, sinking deeper and deeper into her tight slick colon, pushing and shoving aside her innards as she is forced to make way for his driving manmeat, her tightly stretched shit chute made to straighten inside her to accommodate his incredible length. The helpless blonde grunts and groans and cries unashamedly as his burning thickness augers further and further into the depths of her bowels, stuffing her so full of dick that her eyes are bulging and threatening to pop out of their sockets. Powerless to even twitch, all she can do is take it, and then take some more. Finally, it is done, the entire fifteen inches of his engorged veiny pecker penetrating to the hilt in her soft squishy insides. Alison can feel the head of his cock poking somewhere up behind her belly button, deeper inside her than anything has ever touched her before, as her weakly spasming and ripped sphincter grips tightly around the broad base of his hairy dick.

Her head is spinning with fear and exertion, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead and her pulse pounding in her temples, her face as red as a beet with the strain of adjusting to his impaling hugeness. It's as though someone had shoved their whole arm up to the elbow up her ass. "I can't believe she took the whole thing…" the guy called Monster says with wonderment, reveling in the grip of her slippery pink membranes along the length of his dick.

"Don't worry, she'll get used to it…" Fiona comments tartly. "As a matter of fact, unlike a pussy the rectum has no actual back wall, so you can get almost any length of shaft up there, if you work hard enough at it. Just give her a minute…" In fact, Alison is already beginning to relax slightly, her exhausted bowels finally giving up their futile struggle and slackening their grip as her body surrenders itself to this sodomistic impalement. She's just too tired and helpless to fight it any more. Though still stretched painfully tight, she can feel herself involuntarily opening and accommodating his massive girth, her ass guts pushing down against it to ease the pain and pressure inside her. Gradually, her face is losing that scrunched-up look, becoming once more dreamy and sensuously serene… A liquid tremor of excitement flutters in her belly, a hot jolt of cunty sexy submission radiating from her upstanding little clit as it throbs around the thick metal bar that pierces her. Oh god… It's so deep… so deep… Her pink lipsticked mouth falls open and a moan escapes her lips. "Go ahead and give it to her…" Fiona commands… "Ream her out good. Look at her… she's digging it now. Isn't that right, Alison?" the brunette asks sharply. The captive blonde writhes in shame, knowing the answer her mistress expects, hating herself for her servility but wanting more… needing more now…

"Yesss, Mistress…" the captive blonde gasps. "Yesss… Go ahead and give it to me… fuck me up the ass with your giant cock, Mister Monster… Don't be afraid… I can take it… Go ahead and fuck me just as hard as you want… I… I like it inside me… I… I love it… I love it…" The words trail off into a long drawn out moan as the incredibly well-endowed long hair starts to move within her, his perverted lust inflamed to the boil by her halting and fawning confession. Slowly he pulls back about a foot of his throbbing cockmeat from the blonde's softly clinging rectum, slamming it back into her with all the force he can muster. The air rushes out of Alison's lungs as she gasps for breath, panting like a racehorse on the homestretch. "OHHH YESSS… FUCK MEEE…" the humiliated young slave girl begs him… "FUCK ME UP THE ASSS… OOOOOH YESSS… THAT'S GOOD… OHHH GODDD…"

Faster and harder his huge pounding dick drives in and out of her straining and spasmodically clutching anal canal, battering her insides unmercifully. She grunts and groans loudly in time with his thrusts, but not once does she tell him to stop as he punches into the bound nympho's responsively clutching bowels like a jackhammer in high gear, making her see stars. All Alison can do is ride it out, her fingers twisting in the cuffs that hold her hands high above her thrashing head as she revels in her helplessness and subjugation, utterly dominated by the brutal pounding so deep inside her. Totally lost in the thrilling and yet still somewhat painful sensations that rock her, all fifteen inches of dick are slipping in and out of the violated blonde quickly and easily now, making loud squishing and farting noises as he gives her the full length of it again and again and again, churning up her ass guts and threatening to rip her butt hole out with the fury of his thrusts.

"OOOOH… AHHHHH… UNGHHHH… OOOOOHHH… AAAHHHHH… UNGHHHH…" the captive slut moans, a storm gathering in the pit of her stomach as she quakes under his assault. Her pierced little clitty is jumping and twitching eagerly as his flabby belly smacks against her soft shaved mound, making the rings in her cunt lips jingle and dance around. "MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING DIRTY LITTLE WHORE…" the long-haired freak mutters, repeating the words like a mantra over and over again as he whips himself into a frenzy, sweat pouring down his face and fogging up his round little glasses as he fucks her savagely, sadistically… Who would have thought he had it in him, Fiona muses to herself as she observes these proceedings. Just shows to go ya… given the right stimulus any man can be turned into a lust-crazed beast… or any woman into a mindless slut… "Permission to come, Mistress…" the blonde begs plaintively. "Go ahead, little slut puppy…" Fiona replies… "You've earned this one…"

The little rings of muscle inside the lovely blonde's petite rectum and vagina are rippling and fluttering uncontrollably now as her belly seizes and contracts, snapping off the first of a long series of orgasms. She just can't stop herself from coming again and again, whining and whinnying shamelessly, sobbing with joy and rapture at her ravishment and degradation. "PLEASSE… PLEASSE… PLEASSE…" the beautiful sex slave begs breathlessly, looking up into the eyes of her impaler with an expression of abject surrender and devotion. "GIVE ME YOUR COME… I WANT TO FEEL IT SPURTING INSIDE ME… GIVE ME YOUR COME… PLEASE… PLEASE… PLEASE COME INSIDE ME… COME UP MY ASS… OOOH OOOH COME UP MY ASSSSS…"

That's all the guy known as Monster needs to push him over the edge> He sees red, an atomic bomb of lust exploding inside his head as he bucks and shivers, his grapefruit-sized balls tightening up and sending jet after jet of scalding semen down the length of his twitching throbbing horsemeat to spray from the tip like a firehose, bathing the depths of the sweetly submissive blonde's bowels with warm slimy sperm. "AARRRGGGHHH… URRGGHHHH… UNGHHHHHHHH…" he grunts like a linebacker at the line of scrimmage as he looses his load into the girl's squishy hot and receptive interior. Alison lets loose a long drawn out sigh as she feels the warmth blossoming within her, cooing in contentment and shivering with sluttish satisfaction, her hairless little cunt gushing with her sweet honey as she gently closes her eyes, a soft smile on her lips as she sinks into an all-enveloping blackness.

Slowly the long-haired freak's outsized tool deflates inside her, finally plopping out of the fucked-out blonde with a gush. A thin trickle of come mixed with blood from the wounds he has opened inside her runs down the unconscious girl's asscrack and drips onto the surface of the white vinyl bench. "I think the bitch has fainted…" mutters Monster as he staggers away to collapse in a corner. "Jeeze I hope I didn't kill her…" Spider and Fiona laugh. "I don't think so…" smirks the olive-skinned brunette, flicking the button of the remote control to turn off the tape on the TV as she rises… "But I guess she needs a little rest. Spider, why don't you and your pal here give me a hand and carry her to her bed… I'll clean her up and get her out of this harness…"

Efficiently the kinky dominant wipes up the mess oozing from Alison's abused rear end and unbuckles her subject from the straps and stirrups that hold her to the bondage bench, releasing her wrists from the frame up above the prostrate girl's head but leaving them cuffed together. Somehow between the three of them they manage to pick up an carry the knocked-out submissive back to her room and lay her down on the four-poster bed. Fiona clips the wrist cuffs to the ring at the front of

Alison's collar, effectively preventing the girl from being able to touch herself down below. The shackled girl stirs slightly but does not wake. The brunette rolls her over onto her side to loosen the laces at the back of her corset a bit as the young blonde curls up in a fetal position. "Might as well let her breathe for a while as long as she's taking a nap… I'll wake her in a couple of hours for her plug training…"

Meanwhile, Spider goes back into the other room to pack his tools. "She's going to be pretty sore for a couple of days…" he warns… Don't forget to put some of that ointment on her, and make sure she doesn't touch those rings for a couple of days… We want them to heal up nice and clean, so don't let anybody fiddle with them too much just yet… ya got me? Salt water soaks will help, too…" "Yeah, yeah… I know the drill…" Fiona replies as she draws the frilly white satin coverlet to tuck Alison in and the creepy tattoo artist and his oversized pal pull on their grimy, shabby-looking clothes, getting ready to go. "See ya tomorrow, baby… same time, same station…" Spider calls as he ambles toward the door with his depleted buddy stumbling along behind. "Yeah… see ya later…" Fiona replies offhandedly, coming back to the living room area to shut the door behind them. It is just around three o'clock in the afternoon as the door slams shut and Alison's caretaker idly flips on the TV, sitting down on the couch with a glass of wine.