Chapter 3 - The Master Rigger
Jackie lay motionless, engulfed by an ever deepening depression. She barely
noticed as the 5 men filed out of the small back room, having completed their
gang rape of the former virgin's ass, pussy and mouth. This was their payment
as recruiters, the thrill of the initiation; first contact, so to speak.
Their conversation turned to the more mundane everyday issues as they passed by
her limp and lifeless body, her spirit too broken to launch any further protest.
She was merely an object they had found and consumed, and soon they would be on
the hunt for the next piece of meat.
Alone for the first time since she was brought to the club, she clutched herself
tightly and began to cry uncontrollably. She wished with all her might that she
had not gone with Leshawn, that what had just happened would somehow undo
itself. She struggled to ignore the taste and smell of cum that lingered in her
mouth, and the feel of it dribbling out of her cunt and ass. She tried to fight
off the overwhelming guilt and despair of losing her virginity in such a vulgar
way. She wasn't alone for long.
Brian was the Master Rigger of the club. It was his job to secure and present
the subjects to the clubs patrons. He was one of only a few white people
associated with the club, and although he saw all black people as "worthless
niggers", he wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to bind up unwilling,
white, teen-aged cheerleaders. Plus, after a black dick had fouled their white
flesh, he considered the victims as worthless as the niggers who had violated
them.
Without ceremony, he secured Jackie's limbs to the table with zip ties, being
sure to cinch them down painfully tight. She pleaded with him to let her go; to
call for help, but to no avail. Brian secured her on her back, feet flat and
spread apart on the table with her knees up. Her arms were stretched out wide
and pinned tightly against the hard surface. A cold jet of water was aimed
directly between her legs to flush the cum out her abused pussy. He worked the
jet down to her asshole, and partially filled her bowels with cold water.
Switching between the two, he washed the cum from her sensitive parts and onto
the floor. He worked his way up her body, letting the jet punish her delicate,
pink nipples just for the fun of it. He hosed off her face, which caused her to
choke and gag, and made sure to soak her hair and remove any remaining globs of
the black men's semen.
"What a nasty whore." he scorned at her. "How could you just lay their and get
fucked by niggers? Don't you have any pride in your race? Shit, I bet you
didn't even try to resist. You probably wanted those big, black cocks to ream
you out."
Already ashamed of what had happened to her, Jackie was crushed by the
accusation that she somehow allowed and even wanted it to.
"Please Sir, you have to believe me. I don't want to be here. Those men
attacked me. I ... I ... I couldn't fight them off." she stammered. "I was
saving myself, and those bastards attacked me."
Her sobs rocked her body, but Brian showed no sympathy as he retrained the hose
on her face, wiping away her tears.
"You weren't forced to come here." He stated coldly. "You got what was coming
to you. And you deserve everything else you still got coming, you nigger lovin'
slut."
Jackie had wrongly assumed he was cleaning her up to let her go. She hadn't
been able to cope with the idea that this nightmare wasn't over. She couldn't
possibly have grasped the reality that it would never be over.
Brian undid the zip ties that held her down and tossed her some clothes. She
was grateful until she realized what they were. He had given her a cheerleader
uniform similar to one she wore for school, except this one was much smaller.
The skirt just came down to the bottom of her ass, and the top barely covered
her beautiful tits.
"Stand on your tip toes, and reach for the ceiling." Brian ordered her. As she
did so, the skirt hiked up to reveal the bottom half of her ass cheeks, and the
top pulled up to expose her nipples. "Perfect fit." He declared as she
repositioned the outfit.
Brian brought in the "rig" he had setup just for her. It was a rather large
device made of poles and wires, and rested on four caster wheels for easy
maneuverability. She didn't dare resist as he went about his business and
fastened her ankles and wrists in the leather cuffs. Her arms were pulled back
and her wrists bound together, which made her firm tits jut out. Brian squeezed
them both in his hands as he pushed the fabric of her top above them.
"These'll hold up fine." He muttered to himself as he gave them a tug.
Additional cuffs were then attached to her thighs, just above the knees, and
Brian began to crank a handle on the rig. As he took the slack out of the
cables attached to the cuffs on her legs, Jackie felt her knees being pulled up
and apart. She stumbled as she lost her balance, but Brian had already put his
arm around her shoulder to steady her.
The tension on her legs kept her unsteady as the Master Rigger looped coarse
hemp rope around the base of her large, firm breasts and a figure eight pattern
to join the twin orbs together. As the rope passed across her ample cleavage,
he fed it through a ring he held in place. He delighted in the purple hue that
slowly began to appear as the circulation was reduced to an absolute minimum.
The young girl began to squirm nervously as the pain built up in her chest, and
she stared wide-eyed at the bulbous mounds as they grew.
Brian squeezed her engorged tits, and assessed the taughtness of the flesh like
a ripe tomato. He tied off the rope and attached another wire from the rig to
the ring between her tits. With her wrists held together behind her, he leaned
her back until she could grip the pole running underneath her in her hands. He
then cranked her legs up until her feet were pulled off the floor and apart.
She held her weight with her hands and arms as her legs were raised above her
torso, like being in the stirrups of a gynecology exam table. Her pussy and
delicate asshole were invitingly exposed, just as Brian had intended.
Jackie's protests fell on deaf ears as he continued to make adjustments to the
rigging. The cable attached to the ring between her tits grew snug as Brian
turned the appropriate crank and he watched her face grimace as her tits began
to share the weight of her torso. Her head hung back limp as she tried in vain
to raise her shoulders up to reduce the force which threatened to remove her
breasts from her body. The rough hemp rope dug into her tender flesh, and
further reduced the circulation. The skin tone turned a deep crimson and red,
and small droplets of blood formed on the surface. The poor girl was in more
agony than she dreamed possible. She had no idea ...
Brian watched her stomach muscles with fascination as she tried to relieve the
tension on her throbbing tits. With a simple remote control, he was able to
adjust the position of her orifices to accommodate most, if not all, the people
who might want to partake of her offerings tonight. He stood between her legs
as he dropped his pants down around his ankles. The whir of the gears as he
positioned her cunt at the exact height of his cock was nearly drowned out by
her gasps for air. Her arms had already begun to tire and more and more weight
was being held up by her swollen mammaries. Brian knew from the many girls who
had come before her that her breasts would be able, and expected, to tolerate
much greater punishment than this.
He slowly pushed himself into her as he stroked her taught, flat stomach, and
ran his finger tips across her bulging boobs. As he slowly stroked in and out
of her, her body swayed like a pendulum. He would stagger his thrusts so that
her swaying would further impale his cock into her. He withdrew himself and
walked around to her head. Another touch on the remote and her mouth aligned
itself with his dick, and he pushed himself in. His thrusts into her throat
increased the swaying motion and threatened to dislodge her grip on the pole.
Jackie held on tight for fear that her breasts would be ripped away, unable to
bear the full weight on their own. She would discover soon enough that they
could indeed.
Brian moved back into position between her legs, inserted his cock into her butt
and pumped deeply several times before unloading into her ass. He knew that
niggers loved to fuck white girls in the ass, and he wanted his cum to greet
them.
She was ready to meet her audience.
